I was so close. I thought I would make it, but alas, it didn't work out that way. I have focused on trying to not get sick during my pregnancy, but I didn't make it. I know many more people have many more problems than getting a ferocious cold, but many of those problems can't be helped. Not getting sick for 9 months is possible, but I couldn't manage. I even got a stinkin flu shot, but alas, I'm at home instead of at work. And of course, when I left yesterday, everything was fine. But as it goes, things unraveled, and I am now completely unloading an entire day's work on top of someone who is awesome, doesn't deserve it and didn't plan on it. So I'm now screwing up not only my day, but someone else's as well.
On top of not being able to breathe and coughing up green stuff all day long, I've had a migraine for four days. I can't get rid of it because I can't quit coughing. The one thing I'm supposed to do is rest, but as other moms-to-be know, sleep isn't easy to get. Add to that a four-hour car ride I have to take this afternoon for the first round of family Christmas festivities, and you've got a less-than-stellar pregnant woman. Crud is not a good look for me...even when I'm in pink.
Good grief. I complain a lot. So let me follow that up to say how grateful I am for how well Ella has done the last 30 weeks. Only 10 more weeks to go, and she will grace us with her stellar presence. I am so thankful to have family and friends around me who are supportive and as excited as we are, and I'm grateful to work with a few amazing people who tell me to put baby and me first. This handful of people know that I'm struggling with not always being a rockstar right now, and I'm especially thankful for their support. That's it for today. I'm starting to get teary-eyed, and my nose and head can't take it:)
Friday, December 17, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Slowly but surely...
We are making progress. Ella now has a crib and a dresser, but that's as far as I've made it. I thought having a girl would make the decision-making process easier, but I love so many things that it's actually difficult. I'm against posting pictures from her room until it looks more like a room, so for now, I've put pictures below that I found online of her furniture. It's part of the Ma Marie collection from Young America. I've got the bedding narrowed down to three choices, but I'm struggling.
And on a sidenote, it is snowing in Atlanta! It's not actually sticking to anything, but it's still out and about in the air. It makes me very, very happy. I hope it snows a lot next year so that I can bundle Ella up in a pink North Face full body suit that I found and introduce her to the wonder and perfection that is snow. Forget summer. Give me snow, snow, snow:)
And on another sidenote (this one, baby-related), here are two videos of baby animals that are too much for words.
The first was sent to me - it's of baby ducks that are getting blown around by the wind. It's actually terrible to watch, but I love how the momma duck keeps it (and her babies) together. Watch it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SEBLt6Kd9EY
The second one is from the Columbus Zoo, and it shows a mother otter teaching her baby to swim. It's pretty hilarious because the baby has zero desire and zero intention of getting in the water, but the momma drags the baby in by its legs. Sounds terrible, but it's pretty funny. Watch it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QpTqV6LPl8c
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Sorry. It's been a minute:)
Update: My glucose was normal, so the orange liquid is now a memory. And the remnants of the orange liquid came out of my cardigan, so uniform saved! Starting Dec. 21, I go to the doctor every 2 weeks instead of 4 weeks. We have our hospital tour this weekend, and my childbirth classes are scheduled for January. I have started the kick count routine, which Ella makes very easy. 10 movements in 10 minutes. Done and done. As of today, there are 11 weeks and 3 days left to go, and little girl is apparently the size of a small cabbage, weighing about 2.9 lbs and measuring at 17 inches long. I've had a couple of less than fabulous nights lately - a lot of tossing and turning (which itself is becoming more difficult) and crazy dreams. I've always had crazy dreams, and I remember every detail, so for me to categorize these as particularly crazy is saying something.
Now, on to my thought for the day. Someone asked me yesterday if I was looking forward to drinking alcoholic beverages again. My answer was simple: no. I've never liked the taste of anything alcoholic. Therefore, I simply don't drink. It's not a moral stance - I just don't like it. Simple as that. So I didn't have to give anything up, and I don't crave it now. This conversation meandered into, "Well, if it's not alcohol, then what did you have to give up?" Oh...many things, my friend....many things. Granted, I'm a bit of an obsessive person, so there are some things I possibly could have been more lenient with, but basically, if the book said, "Don't do it," then I didn't do it. A lot of things I could care less about, but there are a few I'm anxious to have back. So here is my list of things that I look forward to being able to do/have again:
1. Turkey sandwich. Turkey sandwich. Turkey sandwich. I'm going to tear Jimmy John's up. No lie. Not many people know that you can't have deli meats due to the risk of listeria, but it's true. Apparently, as long as it is heated to 165 degrees right before you eat it, you should be safe, but it was a chance I wasn't willing to take.
2. Sleeping on my stomach. I don't care if it is just for an hour or two at a time. It will be glorious.
3. Goody powder. Less than fabulous, I know. But I have always had terrible headaches, and pregnancy really just increased them. If I laugh or cough, I immediately have a throbbing pain in my head. Goody powders are strictly forbidden, as is pretty much everything else. I can take Tylenol, but they might as well be M&M's for all the good they do. The doctor gave me a prescription, but I've been hesitant to take it. I think I've taken two pills the entire time, and it was because I was pretty sure the bones were about to pop out of my head.
4. Cheese dip from Taqueria del Sol and bleu cheese chips from Buckhead Diner. Soft cheeses are another no-no. Again, if it's bubbling hot, then you should be safe, but it still has to be in moderation. I've had about 10 chips from the Taq and 10 chips from the Diner in the last 7 months. This is about a 6,450% reduction in intake.
5. Diet Coke and Diet Dr. Pepper. I gave up all artificial sweeteners. This means no diet sodas, unsweet tea with Equal, chewing gum, etc. I read the labels on everything to check for artificial sweeteners by their many names, and if they are present, it goes back on the shelf. I've limited myself to one caffeinated beverage a day because it helps with my headaches. 200 mg daily is what you should limit yourself to, but I've been keeping it at about 50 mg.
6. Popping my back. Dear sweet baby Jesus. I've needed every bone in my back popped for about 5 months now, but I can't twist the way that is necessary, and Kyle certainly can't walk on my back. But as soon as Ella is here, I'm going to twist and crack in every way possible.
That's is. There are other things I gave up (hot dogs, steak, Mountain Dew), either because I had to or because I now have an aversion to them, but nothing that I miss. All in all, it hasn't been hard. I mean, it is for a pretty good reason:)
Update: My glucose was normal, so the orange liquid is now a memory. And the remnants of the orange liquid came out of my cardigan, so uniform saved! Starting Dec. 21, I go to the doctor every 2 weeks instead of 4 weeks. We have our hospital tour this weekend, and my childbirth classes are scheduled for January. I have started the kick count routine, which Ella makes very easy. 10 movements in 10 minutes. Done and done. As of today, there are 11 weeks and 3 days left to go, and little girl is apparently the size of a small cabbage, weighing about 2.9 lbs and measuring at 17 inches long. I've had a couple of less than fabulous nights lately - a lot of tossing and turning (which itself is becoming more difficult) and crazy dreams. I've always had crazy dreams, and I remember every detail, so for me to categorize these as particularly crazy is saying something.
Now, on to my thought for the day. Someone asked me yesterday if I was looking forward to drinking alcoholic beverages again. My answer was simple: no. I've never liked the taste of anything alcoholic. Therefore, I simply don't drink. It's not a moral stance - I just don't like it. Simple as that. So I didn't have to give anything up, and I don't crave it now. This conversation meandered into, "Well, if it's not alcohol, then what did you have to give up?" Oh...many things, my friend....many things. Granted, I'm a bit of an obsessive person, so there are some things I possibly could have been more lenient with, but basically, if the book said, "Don't do it," then I didn't do it. A lot of things I could care less about, but there are a few I'm anxious to have back. So here is my list of things that I look forward to being able to do/have again:
1. Turkey sandwich. Turkey sandwich. Turkey sandwich. I'm going to tear Jimmy John's up. No lie. Not many people know that you can't have deli meats due to the risk of listeria, but it's true. Apparently, as long as it is heated to 165 degrees right before you eat it, you should be safe, but it was a chance I wasn't willing to take.
2. Sleeping on my stomach. I don't care if it is just for an hour or two at a time. It will be glorious.
3. Goody powder. Less than fabulous, I know. But I have always had terrible headaches, and pregnancy really just increased them. If I laugh or cough, I immediately have a throbbing pain in my head. Goody powders are strictly forbidden, as is pretty much everything else. I can take Tylenol, but they might as well be M&M's for all the good they do. The doctor gave me a prescription, but I've been hesitant to take it. I think I've taken two pills the entire time, and it was because I was pretty sure the bones were about to pop out of my head.
4. Cheese dip from Taqueria del Sol and bleu cheese chips from Buckhead Diner. Soft cheeses are another no-no. Again, if it's bubbling hot, then you should be safe, but it still has to be in moderation. I've had about 10 chips from the Taq and 10 chips from the Diner in the last 7 months. This is about a 6,450% reduction in intake.
5. Diet Coke and Diet Dr. Pepper. I gave up all artificial sweeteners. This means no diet sodas, unsweet tea with Equal, chewing gum, etc. I read the labels on everything to check for artificial sweeteners by their many names, and if they are present, it goes back on the shelf. I've limited myself to one caffeinated beverage a day because it helps with my headaches. 200 mg daily is what you should limit yourself to, but I've been keeping it at about 50 mg.
6. Popping my back. Dear sweet baby Jesus. I've needed every bone in my back popped for about 5 months now, but I can't twist the way that is necessary, and Kyle certainly can't walk on my back. But as soon as Ella is here, I'm going to twist and crack in every way possible.
That's is. There are other things I gave up (hot dogs, steak, Mountain Dew), either because I had to or because I now have an aversion to them, but nothing that I miss. All in all, it hasn't been hard. I mean, it is for a pretty good reason:)
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Two down, one to go...
That's right. I am officially in the third trimester. According to my handy dandy "What to Expect" app, Ella is as big as a head of cauliflower - 16 inches long and 2.5 pounds. We've only got 12 weeks and 5 days left until she is estimated to make her grand debut. At my appointment this morning, the nurse said that she is currently laying on her side, and her head is positioned in the top right corner of my abdomen, right under my chest. This explains why I have surges of pain down my right side and back. Her little head is nestled right in a spot that keeps pushing on nerves or something that triggers it. I certainly don't mind, but it would be nice if she found another position comfortable:)
I also had my lovely glucose screening this morning. For those of you who don't know, the purpose of a glucose screening is to check for gestational diabetes. Basically, you can't eat or drink anything for an hour, then you have to drink a 10 oz. bottle of orange liquid (for me, it was a cross between cough syrup and syrup you would put on pancakes) in 3-5 minutes. Doesn't sound difficult, but downing the whole bottle is 3-5 minutes was a challenge. Then, they have to draw your blood one hour after you finish drinking the liquid. My appointment was at 9:30 this morning, so I had to drink the stuff in my car on the way there, just to make sure that I was there before I reached the one-hour mark. I got about half of it down and then I started gagging. I ended up spitting a bunch of it up, and I didn't have any towels or napkins in my car. Therefore, the light blue Georgia Aquarium cardigan (my work uniform) bit the dust. It was totally gross, and even harder after the gagging had been triggered, but I eventually got it all down. Now hopefully, I will pass the screening, and it will be in the past. If I don't, I have to go back in for a four-hour test. Not sure what all it entails, but I have zero desire to find out.
On a more fun note, most of the time when Ella is moving around, I can see it. I took this video with my phone the other night and sent it to my sister. Brittney kept hoping to feel her moving around while I was home for Thanksgiving, but Ella didn't cooperate. I figured seeing it might be a fun consolation prize. Focus on the white line of my shirt against the red at the 5-6 second mark. You will see two small bumps.
I also had my lovely glucose screening this morning. For those of you who don't know, the purpose of a glucose screening is to check for gestational diabetes. Basically, you can't eat or drink anything for an hour, then you have to drink a 10 oz. bottle of orange liquid (for me, it was a cross between cough syrup and syrup you would put on pancakes) in 3-5 minutes. Doesn't sound difficult, but downing the whole bottle is 3-5 minutes was a challenge. Then, they have to draw your blood one hour after you finish drinking the liquid. My appointment was at 9:30 this morning, so I had to drink the stuff in my car on the way there, just to make sure that I was there before I reached the one-hour mark. I got about half of it down and then I started gagging. I ended up spitting a bunch of it up, and I didn't have any towels or napkins in my car. Therefore, the light blue Georgia Aquarium cardigan (my work uniform) bit the dust. It was totally gross, and even harder after the gagging had been triggered, but I eventually got it all down. Now hopefully, I will pass the screening, and it will be in the past. If I don't, I have to go back in for a four-hour test. Not sure what all it entails, but I have zero desire to find out.
On a more fun note, most of the time when Ella is moving around, I can see it. I took this video with my phone the other night and sent it to my sister. Brittney kept hoping to feel her moving around while I was home for Thanksgiving, but Ella didn't cooperate. I figured seeing it might be a fun consolation prize. Focus on the white line of my shirt against the red at the 5-6 second mark. You will see two small bumps.
Monday, November 22, 2010
What's in a name?
Rihanna just came on my iTunes at work, so I'm inspired to share the latest development in the babydom (as in kingdom...another one of my made-up words). So basically, I'm one of those people who plans life events way in advance. Way, way in advance. Case in point. I've basically had my baby names narrowed down for the last two years or so. I know...I'm special:) The challenge I face now is, even though Kyle and I are calling Little Miss by her name, I still haven't declared it publicly. It's because I have a problem committing. The only two decisions I can recall never second-guessing were marrying Kyle and deciding to bring Little Miss into our crazy life. Everything else requires thorough research, discussion, deliberation, pro/con lists, etc. I overthink everything. Absolutely everything. And while I'm pretty sure I've aged myself a bit for less than worthy reasons, I'm still doing pretty well, so no reason to change my practices now, right?
I'm telling you all of this so that you can appreciate how incredibly difficult what I'm about to do is for me. I am going to share baby girl's name with you. And honestly, I'm really nervous, because like I said, I haven't declared it publicly. Whenever I've shared it with anyone, I've prefaced it with, "I'm pretty sure it's going to be..." But the thing is, whenever I've pictured her during the last couple of years, her name has always been the same.
Ella.
The middle name is new, though. Harper. So there you go. Ella Harper Payne.
I say that Rihanna inspired me to blog about it because "Umbrella" came on, and Brittney and I have talked over the last year about how we can't wait to sing it to her. You know..."Umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh..." (I also can't wait to sing songs from "Cinderella" {the Disney movie, not the hair band}. I will figure out a way to make them work.) So I decided to put it out there in the universe and see how it felt. Feels pretty good so far, but I haven't hit "Publish Post" yet. We shall see how it goes...
I'm telling you all of this so that you can appreciate how incredibly difficult what I'm about to do is for me. I am going to share baby girl's name with you. And honestly, I'm really nervous, because like I said, I haven't declared it publicly. Whenever I've shared it with anyone, I've prefaced it with, "I'm pretty sure it's going to be..." But the thing is, whenever I've pictured her during the last couple of years, her name has always been the same.
Ella.
The middle name is new, though. Harper. So there you go. Ella Harper Payne.
I say that Rihanna inspired me to blog about it because "Umbrella" came on, and Brittney and I have talked over the last year about how we can't wait to sing it to her. You know..."Umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh..." (I also can't wait to sing songs from "Cinderella" {the Disney movie, not the hair band}. I will figure out a way to make them work.) So I decided to put it out there in the universe and see how it felt. Feels pretty good so far, but I haven't hit "Publish Post" yet. We shall see how it goes...
Monday, November 15, 2010
All things new...
There are lots of (relatively) new things to talk about, but I haven't had time to write. That's new, for one. It's been a while, so I'll dive right in.
1. We bought baby furniture! I thought that having a girl would make it an easy decision, but it was just the opposite. I've gone back and forth for weeks about what kind of furniture I wanted, and last week, I finally narrowed it down to two choices. On Saturday, I took the bull by the horns and made a decision, ordering her crib, dresser and hutch. I'm in love with it, but I was in love with a lot, so hopefully I will stay happy with my decision. It should arrive in December, so I will put a picture up after it comes in. Now I just have to decide on the bedding...
2. Pictures! Kyle ended up going with me to take a few. I think he got tired of me crying about it and said that it obviously meant a lot to me. I thanked him through my heaving sobs (read previous post) and promised to make it as painless as possible for him. The photograher was amazing. She did our engagement pictures four years ago, so I knew she would be. I only hope our daughter is more photogenic than her mother. The photographer did a fantastic job - I just don't give her much to work with. My smile is really small; the wind killed my hair; in hindsight, I could have picked a better outfit. That's how it usually works, though. At least fo rme...
3. New job! Not for me, for Kyle. Two years ago, he left Fox Sports to go to the Atlanta Spirit (Atlanta Hawks and Atlanta Thrashers). On Monday, he will begin at Turner Sports, working for NCAA and NCAA.com. I'm beyond excited for him. Turner is one of those amazing companies that people spend years trying to get into. I was offered a position there a year ago, working in PR for Cartoon Network, and I chose to stay at the Aquarium. I love my job, but I still wonder sometimes if I made the right call. Kyle will never have those worries, because he always goes for it, and I love that about him. Plus, Turner offers daycare. Not just any daycare...it's a really, really amazing facility. Their waitlist, however, is more than a year. We are going to put our names on it, but Little Miss will have to go somewhere else for maybe 6 months-1 year. Which brings me to...
4. We found a daycare! It's a fantastic place with great people. When I talked to them on the phone a month ago, I knew it was my favorite. I tried to stay unbiased when we toured it, but after meeting the people and seeing the babies there, I knew that my first reaction was correct. Kyle agreed, and that pretty much solidified it for me. We toured several places, and by the end of the day, I had committed myself to taking a 30-minute detour in the morning and afternoon (on top of my 1-hour commute) to take her there. It's absolutely worth it.
5. Last thing. Little Miss has gotten big enough for everyone to feel her doing jazzercise now. She judo chopped the girls at work. It was one of the best moments ever. Their faces are absolutely priceless, and I'm simply overwhelmed every time. I can't wait until she gets here:)
1. We bought baby furniture! I thought that having a girl would make it an easy decision, but it was just the opposite. I've gone back and forth for weeks about what kind of furniture I wanted, and last week, I finally narrowed it down to two choices. On Saturday, I took the bull by the horns and made a decision, ordering her crib, dresser and hutch. I'm in love with it, but I was in love with a lot, so hopefully I will stay happy with my decision. It should arrive in December, so I will put a picture up after it comes in. Now I just have to decide on the bedding...
2. Pictures! Kyle ended up going with me to take a few. I think he got tired of me crying about it and said that it obviously meant a lot to me. I thanked him through my heaving sobs (read previous post) and promised to make it as painless as possible for him. The photograher was amazing. She did our engagement pictures four years ago, so I knew she would be. I only hope our daughter is more photogenic than her mother. The photographer did a fantastic job - I just don't give her much to work with. My smile is really small; the wind killed my hair; in hindsight, I could have picked a better outfit. That's how it usually works, though. At least fo rme...
3. New job! Not for me, for Kyle. Two years ago, he left Fox Sports to go to the Atlanta Spirit (Atlanta Hawks and Atlanta Thrashers). On Monday, he will begin at Turner Sports, working for NCAA and NCAA.com. I'm beyond excited for him. Turner is one of those amazing companies that people spend years trying to get into. I was offered a position there a year ago, working in PR for Cartoon Network, and I chose to stay at the Aquarium. I love my job, but I still wonder sometimes if I made the right call. Kyle will never have those worries, because he always goes for it, and I love that about him. Plus, Turner offers daycare. Not just any daycare...it's a really, really amazing facility. Their waitlist, however, is more than a year. We are going to put our names on it, but Little Miss will have to go somewhere else for maybe 6 months-1 year. Which brings me to...
4. We found a daycare! It's a fantastic place with great people. When I talked to them on the phone a month ago, I knew it was my favorite. I tried to stay unbiased when we toured it, but after meeting the people and seeing the babies there, I knew that my first reaction was correct. Kyle agreed, and that pretty much solidified it for me. We toured several places, and by the end of the day, I had committed myself to taking a 30-minute detour in the morning and afternoon (on top of my 1-hour commute) to take her there. It's absolutely worth it.
5. Last thing. Little Miss has gotten big enough for everyone to feel her doing jazzercise now. She judo chopped the girls at work. It was one of the best moments ever. Their faces are absolutely priceless, and I'm simply overwhelmed every time. I can't wait until she gets here:)
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Batten down the hatches...
It has started. I was so proud of myself, and now, it's over. The streak has ended.
People kept asking me how I was doing "emotionally" during my pregnancy, i.e. mood swings, fits, etc. I was proud to report that I was doing just fine. Naturally, I'm a pretty emotional person, but even considering that, I've been incredibly even-tempered. No crying. No fits. No crying fits. Yeah...well...
Batten down the hatches, boys. Thar she blows.
That comment is also appropriate because it was written in reference to...all together now...a whale. And what am I if not a whale? I can answer that for you...
A blob. An emotional blob. I've cried for the last three days. Sometimes with a purpose, sometimes without. I put a hole in Kyle's car door. That was a reason to cry. (Basically, when I was getting out of his car, I was in a big hurry because it was raining. I didn't notice that my seatbelt didn't go into place, so when I slammed the door shut behind me, the metal part of the seatbelt was sticking out in the perfect position and actually punctured the inside of the door. Yep. Made a nice hole in the Lexus. Let the sobbing commence.) I then cried EVERY time I recounted the story. The recounting was done twice because someone asked why I was crying, and that made me cry more.
Later, my sister asked me on the phone if everything was okay because I wasn't upbeat. Immediately, tears. Then sobbing. While driving. I later cried because my favorite winter coat wouldn't button. I cried because Kyle refuses, absolutely REFUSES, to do maternity pictures with me. Then I cried while trying to explain that the reason I was upset was because all of my pictures would look like I was an unwed expectant mother. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I would just like to have my husband in a few of them, but the other option is to not have any at all, which isn't really an option for me. Then I cried and had a meltdown because someone asked me what daycare we had decided on, and we still haven't toured any of them. We're going next week, but that was prompted by my meltdown. I cried because I hadn't folded the towels yet. I cried because I couldn't figure out what to have for dinner. And remember, this is just since Tuesday. Today is only Thursday. How does my emotional rollercoaster affect (no, not effect...I checked my AP Stylebook) my child, you might ask...
It's not. I'm pretty sure she's hanging out in there, doing her jazzercise, thinking, "This chick is CRA-zy. How did I end up with her?" Other than that, she is doing well. Doctor appointment on Wednesday confirmed that. Her heartrate was 160 bpm, which is a little higher, but the doctor said it's because she won't quit moving. Even right now, as I type, she's doing Zumba in there. Pretty fabulous. I think she's trying to remind me that I don't have anything to cry about, which I'm thankful for:)
People kept asking me how I was doing "emotionally" during my pregnancy, i.e. mood swings, fits, etc. I was proud to report that I was doing just fine. Naturally, I'm a pretty emotional person, but even considering that, I've been incredibly even-tempered. No crying. No fits. No crying fits. Yeah...well...
Batten down the hatches, boys. Thar she blows.
That comment is also appropriate because it was written in reference to...all together now...a whale. And what am I if not a whale? I can answer that for you...
A blob. An emotional blob. I've cried for the last three days. Sometimes with a purpose, sometimes without. I put a hole in Kyle's car door. That was a reason to cry. (Basically, when I was getting out of his car, I was in a big hurry because it was raining. I didn't notice that my seatbelt didn't go into place, so when I slammed the door shut behind me, the metal part of the seatbelt was sticking out in the perfect position and actually punctured the inside of the door. Yep. Made a nice hole in the Lexus. Let the sobbing commence.) I then cried EVERY time I recounted the story. The recounting was done twice because someone asked why I was crying, and that made me cry more.
Later, my sister asked me on the phone if everything was okay because I wasn't upbeat. Immediately, tears. Then sobbing. While driving. I later cried because my favorite winter coat wouldn't button. I cried because Kyle refuses, absolutely REFUSES, to do maternity pictures with me. Then I cried while trying to explain that the reason I was upset was because all of my pictures would look like I was an unwed expectant mother. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I would just like to have my husband in a few of them, but the other option is to not have any at all, which isn't really an option for me. Then I cried and had a meltdown because someone asked me what daycare we had decided on, and we still haven't toured any of them. We're going next week, but that was prompted by my meltdown. I cried because I hadn't folded the towels yet. I cried because I couldn't figure out what to have for dinner. And remember, this is just since Tuesday. Today is only Thursday. How does my emotional rollercoaster affect (no, not effect...I checked my AP Stylebook) my child, you might ask...
It's not. I'm pretty sure she's hanging out in there, doing her jazzercise, thinking, "This chick is CRA-zy. How did I end up with her?" Other than that, she is doing well. Doctor appointment on Wednesday confirmed that. Her heartrate was 160 bpm, which is a little higher, but the doctor said it's because she won't quit moving. Even right now, as I type, she's doing Zumba in there. Pretty fabulous. I think she's trying to remind me that I don't have anything to cry about, which I'm thankful for:)
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