Plagiarized from an e-mail I sent my family because well, I’m saying the same damn thing. A lot.
Had a Dr. appt yesterday. I seem to be progressing little bit by little bit, but Loki seems to be quite content to stay where he is.
His heart is strong and happily beating away and from the ultrasound he is again, perfect. He’s rather long, but the rest of him is quite normal.
I go back in tomorrow so they can monitor and make sure that even though he’s late, he’s fine and I’m fine.
I lost 4 more pounds in the last week and am officially anemic. This weight loss thing is mighty nice.
I had a huge iron shot that gave me energy for, oh, about 2 hours then I crashed again. I have absolutely no energy. None. I need to stop and catch my breath after a few sentences.
Patti is cooking and feeding Sparky and I. It’s nice to have someone else do the cooking. Well, as I haven’t cooked since the pregnancy test came back positive, it’s nice to have a warm meal that didn’t include a tortilla. Sparky didn’t know what to do when she made burgers and he didn’t have to make himself a sandwich. Sparky has lived on cereal and sandwiches for almost a year.
Please keep your fingers crossed that he’s not born tomorrow, but rather the next day if he doesn’t make his appearance in the next 7 hours. And then he’s welcome whenever. He just had to miss the trifecta- Mom’s birthday, Hitler’s birthday and Mutti’s birthday. (This is like one of those Sesame Street exercises – one of these things is not like the other, one of these things just doesn’t belong. I’m just not sure which is which. )
Anyway, we’re all prepared over here. It’s just a freakin’ waiting game. It’s like the 25th Hour, but I just don’t know when my time is up. So frustrating.