Well.... I know you are all anxiously waiting to hear my plan for the day. Logging in 3 or 4 times, even... waiting.
Well.... the moment you have been waiting for is here.

Here's the plan. Lay on the couch. (maybe a hot sock for the aching tailbone) Wait for Toby to fall asleep... projected time 30 minutes... then R2 and I will go watch the extra features on my rental Anne Of Green Gables DVD.
Then lunch... daddy's coming home. Thanks Lisa for the lasagna and salad... it is great!

THEN Lord willing and the crik don't rise, Eva will have delivered the American Idol tape from this week.... and me and the young gents will watch. I will laugh a lot, and they sing and sing. Richy and Toby love this show, and don't discriminate against bad singers.

Nap #2 for Lord Paxton... R2 will also be confined to a couch for "naptime" which really for him is just "don't be LOUD time".

And then Daddy will be home and then I don't know.... no plan.
Now you can all relax and know... today is already underway.

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INTERESTING TIDBIT ABOUT TODAY
I AM 27 WEEKS!!
3RD TRIMESTER, BABY!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Is it a lack of faith to count down to 36 weeks? I still plan on making it to 40... I just like goals. And I want to get up.

Not feelin too hot today... I've been sick-ish for a few days. Maybe I'll just lay (or lie) on the couch all day.

So I got a little sleep... I am still pretty much exhausted but hopefully the steroids will wear off soon and I can get rested.

I will be updating my other blog soon with food preferences and such...
Fantasy Blog

Drugs... I have lived a relatively drug-free life until the advent of all these babies. Now I am pumped up much of the time... currently just progesterone, steroids, and magnesium supplements.... terbutaline if needed. Ah, and Ambien, around the corner. I have some kind of crazy reaction to antihistamines... I can't sleep, and, while I don't hallucinate, I talk like I am. I wake Richy up in the middle of the night talking about swords, or seafood ... random things. And at the time it makes perfect sense to me, and I am very frustrated with his laughing hysterically. I can't take cough syrup, Benadryl, Tylenol PM, or Unisom. They speed me up. Curious. On the other hand, I can take Ambien or Vicodin with no side effects whatsoever.
It's just funny learning all about this stuff since -during my few non-pregnant days, I don't even take aspirin.
So there you go.

My fuzzy brain is slow this morning, I will read yesterday's comments but you may need to repeat questions... don't boycott me hastily.

Peace.

So yesterday... worked on designing my quilt in the morning... all on the computer so far.
Then I ate lunch and drank my orange drink.... my gestational diabetes test drink which is supposed to zap my blood sugar to the sky and then they test my blood.
So, off I went to the doctor. And began the waiting. 2:00 arrival, in for my blood test at 2:20. Pretty quick.... a few more minutes, time for my progesterone shot. It hurt this week... Then Dr Reed and the other exams.... but my cervix is the same, so YAY! That was my main concern. Then she says she wants me to go ahead and get the steroid shots, in case Brynn is premature at all... so, ok. She has to go check and see if they can do them at her office.
So I am done, I am instructed to go wait out there and see what's happening. They are on the phone with the insurance people... it is taking forever. WAITING. And they are griping about inter-office stuff, which is funny for an innocent bystander. Waiting.
Ok, no they can't do the shot here... I have to go over to the hospital and get it there. Ok. Wait, today? Waaaaaaaah... I already got stuck TWICE. But, off I go down to the lobby to wait for Leah to pick me up and drive me over there... I maybe coulda walked, but I am supposed to be on bedrest.
So I get to the hospital, wrong desk, then off to Labor and Delivery.... ugh.... but! just for the shot. Waiting... really long waiting. Ah, the triage nurse has a dead battery on her cell. So I get in a triage room... and I wait some more. We're talking about HOURS here in L&D. She is a nice nurse, a little chatty about the dead babies topic, but friendly... waiting for the prescription.... by now wer're talking 4:45... and Leah needs to go... so I call and I will get a ride home IF I ever go home.
Of course, 5 minutes after Leah leaves, the nurse is there ready with the shot. OH MY WOW. OUCH.

So now, it's almost 5 and my best bet is to wait till 545 for Richy to get me after work. So I decide to go and pre-register, since supposedly that means I won't have to recite phone numbers to various nurses when I am dilated to 8 and I can't get my epidural yet... oh wait, that was last year. Anyhoo... registration can't take me right now, another victim. So I go get some ice from the hospital ice machine and watch Seinfeld for 20 minutes in the waiting room... she called me back right before I would have had to change channels.
Preregistered... another 20 ish minutes to kill... I thought. Off to the grill where YES I CAN WAIT for a grilled cheese sandwich.
AND YES RICHY I CAN WAIT BECAUSE OF CRAZY CONSTRUCTION.
6:15. I get picked up from my 2:00 appointment and wait until 9 so please can I go to sleep.
But no, insomnia. I give up at 4 am and go downstairs for a few hours. Come back up and lay down. No sleep, anywhere. So here I blog.
And I have to get the other shot today. In my progesterone-riddled hip. Somebody call the waambulance.

Ah, and if anybody wants to help organize some casserole-ish cooking ladies for a couple of days a week... we could really use the help....

Happy Monday, folks...
I'm going to leave anonymous commenting on, as I have enjoyed all the anonymous commenting. If we start getting spammed, I'm axing it.
Doctor's appointment today, 2-ish... I will update on ye Blag. Note: I generally do not feel like talking on the phone post-doctor. This does not indicate hospitalization and labor, only weariness from the ordeal.
My muscles are a wreck... back to back bedrests make Jane weak.

Man, quilting is complicated. I never knew there was so much involved... I have ordered Quilting for Dummies... we'll see how I do.

It was a good weekend... the first since Richy started working that didn't feel panicky and rushed. Plus, I am just not going anywhere... I start getting this take-me-out-to-eat bug and stuff always happens. No, no, no no no no way Jose. I am locking down for 9 1/2 weeks. Only leaving for appointments... that is the plan.

Nothing more to say. Except a few more things. But that's all.

Bide a wee, lass, bide a wee
In your mother safe and warm
Though angels be spinnin their glorious tales
Bide a wee, lass, with me

I've two arms a'waitn
And a home full o' love
So bide a wee, lass, with me

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26 weeks. 10 to go to full term, 14 to 40 weeks... not far. It seems longer now that I'm waiting for someone specific. My heart was so guarded with Toby... I couldn't believe he was real until he was here. But my wee lass, my Brynnie... I hold her in my dreams. My little pink and white girl... my heart is waiting.

99 DAYS TO GO! WOOHOOOO!

Well, it appears to be warming up outside. Heck if I know. The last time I was outdoors was Monday morning.
For some people, that would be torture. Not so much for me. I like it indoors. Especially during extreme temperatures. What I miss is the freedom to get up and go shopping, or out to eat whenever. And the freedom to get up and do some laundry, or cook, without worrying about my cervix.
But I'm in the home stretch!

Still DELURKING week... if you have not yet unmasked, you should do so!

Nothing more to say... Jane is a dull girl today.

So, even tho the arctic winds blow, and yea, ice is on the very road
as they say, come rain or hail or something something the mail must go through
or the show must go on
and telecom waits for no man
so my man is off to work

Today, I shall lay on the couch. With a large blanket. And read books and watch a movie. And my small people will roam freely until naptime, in which they shall sleep on the loveseat and in the playpen, respectively. And we will not open the door because it is COLD outside. That's the plan.

My younger son is a biter. He makes kissy sounds on your arm or leg, and then CHOMP.

Lurkers- tell us a little about yourself. Heck, tell us about ourselves... everybody knows me, easy. I go around talking about my innards everyday. But like, what about my Northern friends who have never met my Southern friends... whaddya think?

ay chihuahua... it is so cold. I don't know if I am going to get out of my bed today.... too freezy.
Welcome, lurkers! It's fun to see who is lurking... even if you choose to hide your true identity... it just makes it more likely that you are a superhero! Or, Camilla Parker-Bowles, who I have always suspected to be reading.

So, my cervix has slightly shortened... my bedrest will be getting stricter... sigh. I am not in a crisis, it's just not good that it changed, and we have to try to keep it from changing more.

I ordered a bunch of fabric yesterday, my mom and I are making a car seat cover and all the baby bedding... I am primarily in the design/supervisory category, as I cannot sew yet. BUT I am expecting, when I am allowed to get up and frolic in 3 months, to begin learning to sew. So there you go.

Ah, and the baby bedding... pink and black... and french poodles... and a canopy. I am SO having a girl.

It is still delurking week, so if you wish to announce yourself, please do! It's quite fun and kinda creepy to SOME people who obviously have things to hide!

Making plans this morning for a quilt... my newest project... it is at this point all hypothetical.

So, here on my blog it is Delurking week. So de-lurk, announce your presence.
This is especially designed to see who reads, but posts not. Anonymous comments are allowed, for this week only.... I imagine some mutants or such will be around.

Appointment today... shot, ultrasound. Update in the comments later.