Blogworthiness.

First of all, let me start with the fact that I feel totally grateful that these are the dramas of my life. I have many friends going through serious, difficult times and I don't want to leave the impression that I am really devastated by any of this. It is more humorous to me actually.

So....
My day started with me rushing to meet my mom for my doctors appointment. After Ava said "You're going to pee in that cup?" with amazing amounts of mortification during the last appointment, I decided kids are not allowed to go with me. Ava has mentioned the pee incident numerous times. She did not find hearing the baby's heartbeat or seeing the doctor that delivered her memorable, just me peeing in a cup.
My mom wasn't there when they called me in and the kids had to go with me. This threw me off. I had to pee in the cup and I have no idea how but I missed like 98% of it. This threw me off. I made AJ call Grandmommy and left my purse in the hallway with him. This threw me off. By the time I had my blood pressure taken, I just looked at her with a nervous smile. Not too high. The nurse and later my doctor couldn't find the baby's heartbeat, so they had to bring in an ultrasound machine.

Now, this didn't throw me off. In fact, I thought PERFECT. I had my ultrasound a week ago to find out "the gender" to quote my 8 year old and they said girl. Now I'm not convinced. Here it is.

This is a shot looking at the baby like you are changing a diaper.
Legs in the air at eye level.
Because there is a lack of something between the legs, they said girl.
My thought is "or a future unhappy 15 year old boy".

I added this one just for fun.
I call this "Renesme" my sweet vampire pig.
Look closely and you will see vampire teeth and a snout.
Baby is looking up with skull to the left and body to the right.

Anyway, back to my story. So, I am excited about the ultrasound. I had a plan before going to the doctor - concern about low placenta, maybe some pains,... and while she was doing it, say "while you're looking, will you make sure it is still a girl?" I'm a planner. It is what I do.
Before I could say ANYTHING at all, she looked at me and said "We're only looking for a heartbeat." Okay, dang. Baby is great, fine, wonderful and still possibly a girl.

OH! For those that read the last blog, you will LOVE this. I asked about the Vs and she said that they have something that will help. Wait for it...



Fembrace Support Garments for Vulvar Varicosities
I didn't make this up, I swear!

Does this look like a cross between a jock strap and chastity belt or is it just me?
For those interested in purchasing one, they come in white and black!
Bad news, they cost $69.95, but the V brace is covered by most insurance plans.


Also, while I was there, my mother-in-law called to update me on my sister-in-law's labor. My mom answered because, as you know, AJ had my phone in the hallway. Apparently, they played with my phone awhile. More on that later.

I leave the doctor office.

"Yes, I peed in a cup, Ava."

I rush off to the grocery store to buy a few items to make dinner for a family from my church. Then off to the pharmacy to pick up meds for this nasty cough going around. BTW, coughing while pregnant with a 3rd child equals wet pants. My doctor just looked at me funny when I asked if there was anything I can do about that. I would NOT be having a no-pants day at the OB.

Once home, I am surprised that no one has called me about my nephew. When I look, I realized I missed the call 30 minutes earlier! Great. How rude is that. My ringer was turned off. So not my fault. Baby nephew healthy!

My plan, since I am a planner as you know, was to quickly make dinner within the hour, deliver it, then go to the hospital. I made 50% of the meal, then a storm blew through. I do mean blew. It was crazy strong. My first reaction was to look out front at AJ's most valuable possession - his basketball goal. Sure enough, it was down. Then the electricity went out.
My plan is not going so well. There is no way that any of it is going to happen. What I left out is when the goal fell, it fell into the driveway - directly behind my car. The goal weighs like 500 pounds, I'm pregnant and my husband is gone for Army drill for another week.

I'm trapped. No dinner for the family, peanut butter and apples for supper for us (Do NOT open that fridge!!), house is getting hot, kids want to see the new cousin, and I can't do anything about any of it. So, I sat. I figured that was the only plan I could see actually coming to fruition.

A mere hour later, the electricity was back on and I had my neighbor move the goal.

The family did not get the food. I assumed they had probably eaten by this point.
The kids and I went to see the new baby. I got to watch So You Think You Can Dance.
All in all, it was a good day.