Friday, February 5, 2010

It's a little sad how long it's been since I've updated this blog.

Not that I don't have any good excuses. But hey, we can all find reasons not to do something, right?
Mostly my brain is preoccupied with baby everything these days, at 36 weeks and change, everyone in the Fisher household is anxiously awaiting Baby Savannah. Her room is ready, her clothes washed and hung in her closet, carseat is in the car, hospital bag packed. One super cleaning of the house (yea, right!)and I can't think of anything left to do to get ready for her arrival.

The homestretch of this pregnancy seems much worse than it was with Reese. This week I have undoubtedly won the award for a.) Most annoying patient at my doctor's office and b.) Most Unreliable Employee at my workplace. Ahhhh...due to lack of sleep for the past several weeks I found myself a crying, blubbery mess on Thursday morning. Still, I tried to go to work hoping things would look up and I got into the day. By lunchtime, I hadn't accomplished much productive other than crying at least 3 times (only when someone asked if I was ok), getting a couple pep talks from well meaning co workers, establishing high blood pressure and a racing pulse. (This could also be referred to as a likely panic attack). Off to the doctor I went. He looks at me the same way I imagine I look at my psychotic clients, prescribes me some Ambien and sends me home. I take said Ambien and sleep from about 7:30pm until 3:30am when it wears off and I lay in bed for 2 hours (kind of nice).

I go to work feeling fairly refreshed and hop into the day. It was pretty quiet and I see some clients and revel in how much better I feel than yesterday. Soon enough, racing heartrate returns and I am once again nauseous and a bit shaky. While these symptoms made sense in the context of my emotional state yesterday, I still can't figure out why it was happening again today. Call doctor. Come In. Dr. looks at me like I'm crazy again. "Go home, take another Ambien. REST this weekend." So I go home. Fall asleep on couch. Wake up having drenched said couch in sweat with sore throat and fever. (Did I mention my husband has been sick with strep throat for over a week?" Call my PCP to try to get some antibiotics (Can I even take those?) before the weekend. Nurse has failed to call me back.

What a week! The good news it that this pregnancy can only legitimately last a few more weeks before we are rewarded with our baby girl! Just have to keep my eyes on the prize. Even Reese seems ready for his little sister to join us. He loves to hug and kiss the baby (preferably not in public) and in response to seeing her room, he said, "It's pretty, Mommy!" When I ask if he is excited to be a big brother, he says "Yea!!" It seems like since he turned 2, he's gone through a huge growth spurt in the language department. He loves to say "Help me", "Fix it!", "Kiss it!" (when he gets a boo boo), "I don't want it...I don't want no more, Mommy.", "Get out of here!" (to the kitty cats, when they go into his room, since we are always yelling at the cats for this) and my favorite latest "No way!" (When we tell him something unbelievable or ask him to do something he doesn't want to do). If only we could get some progress on potty training. He calls the potty "scary!"

Speaking of my little monster, time to pick him up. I should remember to write updates more, it's therapeutic!