There is something quite unnerving about stepping on a scale in a doctor's office when you know that you have gained weight. It doesn't seem to help any that I'm supposed to be gaining weight. Maybe I'm the only one that experiences this, but I actually get nervous. Dumb, huh? The funny thing is, I've never been super concerned about my weight - I don't even own a bathroom scale! At least I'm on target and at the lower end of what's considered normal range for seven months of pregnancy. It still makes my blood pressure rise - I'm sure of it.
I'll assume you have guessed by now...had a doctor appointment this morning. All is well with me and Carson. Things are going along smoothly, and we have 11 weeks and 2 days left until our due date. Very excited about that.
The Discovery Health Channel has been playing birthing stories like crazy lately, and I can't get enough. I love them! Yesterday, they had a series called Birth Day Live that they have once a year and it's birthing stories for 8 hours straight - awesome!!! It makes Cary a little squeemish, but I'd even watch them through dinner if he'd let me! :) Did I mention I used to want to be a doctor? It makes me wish all the more that this time would go by quickly.
Can't wait until he's here!!!
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Friday, February 18, 2005
Lost my job yesterday :(
My place of business has been making cut backs lately, and yesterday I found out my position was one of them. Basically, my department is being "dissolved" by the end of May, and it's strictly a money issue. This came from the CFO, and I think my VP is taking it harder than I am - she's an awesome lady. They say they are going to try to find another position that will fit my skills within the university, which is slightly comforting. I've been told that a lot of people here think highly of me, which hopefully will help the situation. Really though, their timing just stinks. How do I tell a prospective boss, "Hi, I'm here as your new employee, and you have 8 weeks to teach me what it is I'm supposed to be doing, and then I'll be gone for 6 weeks, at which point, I may or may not decide to return." Doesn't sound very promising. On the other hand, I have to find a position, because our benefits and my maternity leave depend on it, regardless of what we decide to do after Carson is here. I say 8 weeks, because I'm assuming it will take them 2-4 weeks to find a prospective position for me. On top of all of this, I love working for my VP (I'm in her office), and can't imagine working for someone else. I've often said that she is likely the best boss I will ever have. And, yes, we have been considering me staying home after Carson is born - which would be awesome - but it's a little bit painful and uncomfortable to be forced into it. If and when I left, I would have preferred it to be on my terms. All in all, this is just really rotten and miserable, and I'm very sad and stressed about the whole thing.
Please pray for Cary and I as we try and decide what we should do. Also, pray that God will make it very evident which door he wants us to walk through.
Thanks, everyone.
Please pray for Cary and I as we try and decide what we should do. Also, pray that God will make it very evident which door he wants us to walk through.
Thanks, everyone.
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Good Grief!!!
27 weeks and I am getting absolutely huge! All belly thankfully, but jeez. I can't see my feet anymore. Only 13 weeks left!!! :)
Oh! and before I forget!! Our friends Lindsay and BJ are expecting!!! Click on their names to read all about their excitement!! It must be catching! :)
Oh! and before I forget!! Our friends Lindsay and BJ are expecting!!! Click on their names to read all about their excitement!! It must be catching! :)
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Clumsy AND stupid
On top of the many times I've proven how pregnancy can make smart women suddenly turn stupid, I've now proven that it makes them clumsy as well.
Last Monday, I slammed my own foot in our front door as I was closing it. This is on top of the numerous dishes I've broken and the mysterious bruises that show up on my body. How did I do this you might ask? No idea. Somehow, I turned to grab the door knob and forgot to move my foot out of the way. At any rate, it quickly swelled to twice the size and turned a nice shade of black. All last week, I limped around watching people aim this pitiful, yet somehow sympathetic look at the poor pregnant woman who must be so uncomfortable, when really, I just had an incredibly sore foot! Quite embarassing. On top of all of that, even though I'm walking somewhat normally, I'm still wearing flip flops during what happens to be the coldest two weeks of the year. So now I'm getting pitiful questions like, "Oh, are your feet swelling already?" To which I point to my toe and say, "No, I'm just very graceful."
It is looking somewhat better now, although I'm sure to lose my big toenail. Last night, however, a doctor friend of ours told me that I may have to go have it removed if it gets any more infected. That means two shots in my big injured toe! Ouch!!! I'm going to try and stick it out as long as possible - No shots for me!!!!
Oh, the joys of pregnancy! :)
Last Monday, I slammed my own foot in our front door as I was closing it. This is on top of the numerous dishes I've broken and the mysterious bruises that show up on my body. How did I do this you might ask? No idea. Somehow, I turned to grab the door knob and forgot to move my foot out of the way. At any rate, it quickly swelled to twice the size and turned a nice shade of black. All last week, I limped around watching people aim this pitiful, yet somehow sympathetic look at the poor pregnant woman who must be so uncomfortable, when really, I just had an incredibly sore foot! Quite embarassing. On top of all of that, even though I'm walking somewhat normally, I'm still wearing flip flops during what happens to be the coldest two weeks of the year. So now I'm getting pitiful questions like, "Oh, are your feet swelling already?" To which I point to my toe and say, "No, I'm just very graceful."
It is looking somewhat better now, although I'm sure to lose my big toenail. Last night, however, a doctor friend of ours told me that I may have to go have it removed if it gets any more infected. That means two shots in my big injured toe! Ouch!!! I'm going to try and stick it out as long as possible - No shots for me!!!!
Oh, the joys of pregnancy! :)
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