Metal Meredith

Still here…

Still ‘with child’…

Still not sleeping more than 3-4 hours a night…

Still nursing a cold…

Still annoyed by everyone and everything…

Still waiting for the possible cofirmation of the date/time of my impending arrival, scheduled of course…

Still a combination of miserable, anxious and plain ol’ sick and tired.

Vivienne has had a few bad nights as far as sleeping goes. On Wednesday night, she woke up with an ear ache that kept us all up until 2am. On Thursday night, she woke up with a (suspect) toothache. For the record, she is better now.

I just asked her if she felt better this morning and her responses are always amusing and somewhat insightful.

Me: Vivienne, do you feel better this morning?
Vivienne: Yes, my tooth feels a little better.

M: You know, my tooth hurts a little, too.
V: I bit my tooth and that is why it hurts. Last night, I put my one tooth on my other tooth and bit down. It hurt, so I drank some water but it didn’t help. Then, I put my blanket on my cheek and even that didn’t help!

M: Really? Your blanket didn’t fix it?
V: No, it must be broken.

Vivienne’s blanket is a pink striped blanket with silly drawings of space-like animals on the other side. Phil and I bought it for her right after she was born on our first trip without her (which I believe was the day after she came home. I was afraid I would never leave the house without her if I didn’t just get it over right away.) She has loved it ever since. Had I known it had special powers, I would have bought more than one.

When she had her ear ache the night before, I would watch her, half asleep, wrap it around her head to try and make the hurt stop. How I wish all I needed was a blanket to stop all of my aches and pains. 

I haven’t given an update on me and this tiny human keeping me company as of late, so I thought I would share with those who keep up with Phil and I via the blog.

Baby is fine and dandy. He is approximately 7 lbs by now. He likes to kick me internally right in the crotch and takes great pleasure in shoving his big ol’ football shaped head up into my ribs. He doesn’t feel it necessary to turn over, head down, like all the other babies. Yes folks, I am afraid this one is going to be just like me. I opted not to force him into place by having my OB try and turn him the ‘right way’. I wasn’t so much worried about something bad happening, I just recognize in this child that maybe he is being stubborn and a little too set in his tiny ways. So I can see being able to turn him only to have him flip right back (all the while flipping me off, I am sure).

We are just playing the waiting game now. My blood pressure is elevated which is not a good thing. We are watching it for a week now, hoping it is just a fluke and I can hold on another week or two. I just want to make it through Christmas. To add some insult, I have to do a 24 hour urine collection where I pee into a jug for that time. Whoopee! Nothing is easier, as I am sure you can imagine, than a large pregnant woman hovering over a jug on the toilet catching pee. Nope, simple as pie. In truth, I like having a jug of pee around to torture Phil with. Maybe it can be my new habit, just like Howard Hughes!

When the time does come, you can be sure that Phil will be posting something on the site, emails will go out and a lucky few will be called. Depending on what happens, we hope to have a good 24 hours in the hospital without guests to get to know our new son, to introduce the big sister and give me time to heal before I have to be cordial. So if you are in the area, please call Phil to check in before just popping over. Of course, anyone showing up with ice cream can immediately gain entrance. When the ice cream is gone, you will be asked to leave.

Happy Christmas to all!

On Wednesday, the UPS guy knocked on my door. Now, I am used to getting things because I do a lot of mail order for my presents (especially this year). Vivienne runs over and says “Mom! It is a present outside!” So we both go look.

I went outside and gave a good pregnant lady grunt as I bent over to pick it up, only to be faced with the label that Phil an I secretly yearn for 364 other days of the year. I think I even let out a little giggle and did the obligatory ‘happy dance.’ On the outside of the package, on a little return address label was “The Best Cookie”.

I explained to Vivienne that it WAS a present and yes, we most certainly could open it now. So she perched on her chair and helped me unload the packing materials, cut the plastic off the tin and open the box. “COOKIES!” she cried. We both enjoyed one right then, dinner be damned.

Just a quick thanks to Dad and Nancy for always managing to send these at the exact right time each year and a recommendation for these wonderful cookies that I consider a huge treat for the holidays. Now, I just have to hide a few chocolate chip ones so Phil will be forced to eat the Oatmeal Raisins himself.