
I have so many things I want to update…so many things that *I* don’t want to forget!
First, pregnancy updates. 22 Weeks.
Lots of Round Ligament Pains…you know, the sometimes breathtaking shooty-knife-like pains that are all over the place (basically, where my belly has grown, that’s where they are.
Also, lots of back cramps. Back aches. Actually, everything is starting to ache! (That $395 8 hour spa package is looking mighty fine!) I think spa packages should be allowed in our insurance when our husbands get deployed. I mean, seriously. And, those of us with young kids should get an upgrade …then, those of us PREGNANT with young kids could get frequent spa packages. Ha. Maybe when we get a pregnant military wife for president. Maybe, then!
Then, there’s the nasty bladder infection. Or something. The initial lab tests in office showed something “suspicious” (bladder infection), but they are sending it off to make sure. All I know is I have some weird and random symptoms and feel worse and worse daily. Yesterday, I wasn’t nauseous. Today, I am incredibly nauseous and just feel a little icky (not enough to make me want to do NOTHING, but enough to make me not want to eat breakfast).
Baby is doing well. After an “emergency”/impromptu visit a few days ago, we saw him literally kicking at my cervix. –Which would explain something that I’ve been feeling. He’s growing. I’m growing. Happy, happy.
In Other News
Sleep has been a little elusive. I want to sleep and oh, how I’m tired…but, my brain? It disagrees.
I’m set up to begin classes in late-August. Yay!
I’ve begun writing at The Curriculum Choice.
Started up a group for Military Wives in my area.
Stepped up as an officer for our FRG.
Things Heard Around Our House
The girls have adopted a new nightly routine that reminds me of the Waltons’. (Anybody remember that old show?)
Me: Night, Lala! I love you!
Lala: Night mommy! Love you, too!
Me: Night, Rora!
Rora: Night, Mommy! Me uv oo!
Me: I love you, too!
Rora: Night mama!
Me: Night Rora!
…and so it goes back and forth between me and Rora for a few minutes, occasionally with Lala piping in additional goodnights so as to not feel left out. By the time they quiet down, it’s like there were 15 people saying their goodnights! Makes me giggle every time.
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The other night after a quick skyping session with their daddy, Rora stood on the bed. With the most serious look on her face, she said, “Daddy! Me…miss…you…” And then, very dramatically, she fell face first onto my pillow. She’s two. She kept up her pretend faint for about 30 seconds and then slid off the bed and ran to her room to destroy play with her toys.
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Me: Hey Lala, would you rub mommy’s back? I don’t feel so good.
Lala: I can’t. My arm hurts and I think my leg is swollen.
(Her arm didn’t hurt and her leg wasn’t swollen, she’d just picked it up from something her daddy has said alot … the arm part, anyhow. Guess she threw in the swollen leg for good measure.)
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(After seeing me pick and then tear up fresh cilantro and add it to a summer salsa, Lala says…)
“Mommy, why did you put weed in our food?”