Well after looking at my last “Seven Quick Takes,” I see it’s been about a month. Oops. To make it up to you, I’ll give you 3 bonus takes to make up for lost time.
I helped plan a wedding shower for my best friend. It turned out better than I had hoped. I go a little crazy with party planning but I’m never sure how something will turn out once it’s all put together. Thankfully we had gorgeous weather and a lot of fun people to help it out!
Then (he’s fine) Nate got into a car accident. I told him next time he has to start the phone conversation with “I am ok” and then proceed to tell me he’s totaled his car. My mind immediately goes to the “he’s missing limbs and in an ambulance” state even though logically that makes no sense. Some you-know-what decided to gun his car into Nate’s instead of yielding to make a lefthand turn. We’ve then been dealing with an insurance nightmare because said you-know-what seems to be basically a deadbeat who isn’t cooperating with his insurance thus making our lives painful. We now have a lovely lawn ornament (we’re getting a tarp to cover it tomorrow–not sure what’s trashier looking) because neither insurance is prepared to cover the car and thus we don’t know who/when/if the storage fee is being covered.
However, in good news, I got a new car out of the bad hand we were dealt and it’s true love.
It’s a used burgundy Prius. Honestly, I’m not sure who loves it more–me or Damian. Ever since moving Nate’s old car to our driveway, Damian has been very concerned that “dada fix it.” Each time I explain to him that it’s not going to be fixed because Dada now has my old car and so now we get to drive the red car. Once I remind him about the Prius he cheers excitedly. I think he thinks it’s Lightning McQueen. Maybe I’ll put a lightning bolt on the side to appease him. But probably not. No one is allowed to touch my baby.
Damian had a doctor’s appointment with his GI specialist the other week. It was the best he’s ever done at a doctor’s office. Normally there is wailing and gnashing of teeth the second we get into the building. This time he waited until they had him on the scale–progress! He weighed in at a whopping 31 pounds (I now know why I feel like my body has been hit by a bus most nights–30 pounds of Damian + 30 pounds of pregnancy = 60 pounds of exhaustion.) He actually did really well for the doctor though. I think getting to see me go to the midwife constantly has helped him realize that stethoscopes and doctors in general aren’t all that bad. We did have to do blood work though, and there’s not much I can do or say to make that better. Until he discovered lollipops. He’s never had one before in his life, but somehow the kid knew the big bowl on the counter was full of delicious goodness and he had to have one. Once I finally convinced him it wasn’t just a treasure to hold but basically a hard cookie on a stick, he was a goner. The smell of grape filled my car for the rest of the day, but it was worth it to hear him call it a “lolli-poop” (Yes, Nate and I have the humor of a 7 year old boy. And yes, we eventually corrected him.)
In more mature and important news, Damian’s lab results came back looking stable. He’s got some really good numbers–bilirubin, protein, vitamin levels, cholesterol. And then some that aren’t quite great–mainly his platelet count. But those haven’t gotten worse over the past year so the doctor feels confident that his liver, while compromised, is in fact working. Miracle child for the win!
After all the fun that’s been going on above, mostly the 60 pounds of exhaustion, I was more than excited to have Best Friend’s bachelorette weekend to attend. We went with a more relaxed, spa-themed weekend which was A-OK considering bar hopping at 34 weeks wasn’t really something I was looking forward to. And while the weekend was all about our bride-to-be, we were all pumped for our massages and mani/pedis.
Considering I haven’t seen my feet in months, I felt really bad for the woman who had to work wonders on them. Oh and the massage…. Oh. My. Goodness. When I was pregnant with Damian I had a massage at about 37 weeks, and they did it with me laying on my side. At this spa, they had a special pillow/table so I could lay on my stomach. As a stomach sleeper that alone was worth every penny. I told my masseuse there was a good chance I was going to try to sneak the table out with me. Unfortunately I was unsuccessful in that endeavor…. #firstworldproblems
Oh right, at some point I became 34 weeks pregnant, and I took a picture, and I never posted it. I did write a letter for Baby Girl but I just stuck it in her baby book. Considering I’ll be 36 weeks on Tuesday it seems a little silly to post that now. However, this is what the belly is looking like…
Nate is once again doing the play at our parish. This year it’s The King and I. It starts in 2 weeks so practice has picked up to nightly and, as always, I’m left in constant awe of single moms. Thankfully I’ve managed to get a kick in my energy levels recently so I’m not struggling as much as I was thinking I would when Nate convinced me that doing the play while his wife is 8 months pregnant was a good idea. Now if baby girl can just hang in there until after October 8th. I can’t even think about what I will do if I go into labor while Nate is in a performance. I’m hoping that I can take Damian to one of the matinee shows this year. I know he’s probably too young to sit through the whole thing, but I think he’d like to see Nate. We’ll see how adventurous I’m feeling in the next two weekends….
Speaking of Nate and Damian… Have you seen this song/video?
Nate showed it to Damian and now they sing it together. It’s a great way to get your hipster child to learn their animal sounds. And to hear ‘dingdingdingdingdgindgin powpowpowopwowpw’ constantly from your toddler….
Since I’ll be 36 weeks on Tuesday, I’ve been busy trying to get my Homebirth Checklist finished since Midwife wants it done by 36 weeks when she officially goes “On Call” for me and baby girl. I found an awesome website that let me basically do a ‘one stop shop’ type of thing for all my necessities. I also found this bad boy.
I didn’t buy it because it wasn’t on my list, however….. I was tempted. I love that it also “comes with a tether to keep it from float away,” just in case your birth pool is the size of the Atlantic…or something….
This weekend is the start of Fall!!! Who else is excited!!?!?! I’m loving the chill in the air when I wake up. It also means I can drink PSLs (that’s pumpkin spice lattes for the not addicted) without guilt. I would love to go apple picking but the next weekend available will be when I’m 39 weeks pregnant. Is traveling 90 minutes from home to pick apples with 2 year old a bad plan? We’ll see how crazy I get….
And lastly, after having withheld their favor from me for about a month, the napping gods have finally shown me their goodness again and given me a week’s worth of 3+ hour long naps. He’s been a little sick so that might have something to do with it, or perhaps he’s finally realized napping ain’t so bad. But whatever it is, Damian is back to his happy little self and mama is too. I know they say “happy wife, happy life” but let’s be honest here… it really should be “happy two year old, happy household.”
So now you are caught up… Which means I can go back to watching Dr. Who, eating ice cream and brownies, and telling myself I will definitely have this knit blanket finished by the time baby girl arrives… A girl can dream can’t she??