So, here I am somewhere between 35 and 36 weeks pregnant and having not such a great time of it all. My first pregnancy was very nice. I enjoyed being pregnant except for the first few months where I was nauseous all the time. Fast forward to this pregnancy. I was nauseous the first few months, which can be expected. The next few months were great and flew by quickly. Starting about 2 months ago, I have had a terrible groin pain. More than most of you want to know, I'm sure, but I ended up pulling a tendon in my groin somehow. I'm sure it had nothing to do with squatting to pick up my son or anything like that.... So, that is all well and good. I go to the doctor who gives me some stretches to do to help with the pain. Also, he says, ice it and take it easy. 4 weeks ago, I was told to call back in two weeks. If at that time, my groin pain was still there, he recommended getting an anti-inflamatory shot that would help with the pain. Two weeks ago, I did as asked. I called and let them know that I was still having pain and would like to procede with the shot. They said try icing and relaxing and stretching one more week, then call back and let us know how it is going. So I did that. I called this week and let them know that it was still hurting and as a matter of fact was hurting even worse because earlier this week when I was attempting to drag my dumb leg out of the shower, it really didn't want to come with the rest of my body and somehow pulled some more. (This wouldn't all be that bad, except I can barely move my left leg on its own and get really sore thru the night and if I sit for too long in one position. Add to that that the baby is now sitting down lower and getting ready to make an entrance into this world.) They informed me that they had two open appointments: one on Tuesday and one on Thursday. I was a little annoyed because I had a baby doctor appointment on Wednesday and they couldn't fit me into their schedule on Wednesday. So, I agreed to go to the doctor (1 hour and 15 minutes from my home) on Tuesday and then on Wednesday. Tuesday morning I got a call from my doctor's office. Someone had cancelled their Wednesday appointment that was at 9 am and they noticed that my baby appointment was at 9:50 and they wanted to save me the extra trip to Eau Claire. I agreed and thanked them for thinking of us and made the appointment for 9am on Wednesday. Wednesday morning at 7am we got a phone call. It was the doctor's office. My doctor is sick and is not going to be in the office today. They will check on other doctors in the office and see if anyone else can see me or when the next available appointment is. They agree to call me back before 8:30 on Wednesday morning or they will leave a message with my baby doctor's office. (Remember---- I am 35 weeks pregnant, having a lot of trouble sleeping and moving and am very uncomfortable, and I have a 10 month old son who is very active.) I go to my baby doctor appointment. Things are looking fine and the doctor hasn't hassled me about my weight gain YIPEE :). I almost forgot to check about the message my other doctor was supposed to have left for me, but Fundi kindly reminded me of this. (I have severe memory problems and am quite flighty when I'm pregnant) There was no message. UGH... My baby doctor called my other doctor office and tried to help get me an appointment. Unfortunately, my doctor (the sick one) is the only doctor who will give that particular shot in the tendon and his next available appointment is MARCH 19th!!!!! Yeah, you got that right, 12 days from yesterday. 11 days from today, 10 days from tomorrow. Oh and remember that whole thing about me being 35 weeks pregnant.... by that time I will be 37 weeks pregnant. For any of you who do not know, most pregnancies last between 37 weeks and 42 weeks. I asked them to put me on a list of people to call ASAP should they have an appointment open up. They agreed, but who knows...
So, today, I'm watching my niece who is very helpful and is great when it comes to playing with Captain on the floor. ( She is 3 and her legs move better than mine) Captain fills his pants, which I have come to expect after almost every meal of solid food. My niece says... "Captain stinks" and then says she is going to go get a diaper for him. I'm not lazy, I'm just pregnant. That and she really feels special when she can help me and her wonderful little cousin that she loves so much. I suppose she probably doesn't want to smell him either, so that may be a motivation to her as well, I guess I don't know what goes on in the mind of a 3 year old, but oh well. My niece goes to the baby room... and comes back with a newborn diaper. They are in the diaper stacker, yes, but not in Captain's diaper stacker, the one she usually goes to to get diapers for him. I say that is a new baby diaper and I need a Captain diaper. She goes back and brings out another newborn diaper, so we all three of us go into the baby room and review whose diapers are whose. I know my niece knows that there is a baby in my belly. She asks to feel it every once in a while. I know also that she really doesn't grasp that in a few short weeks, my attention will be divided once again and I will have a new baby to look after. Maybe she just thinks that it is a game that we are playing... the feel the baby in Auntie's belly game. Once again, I don't know what goes on in the mind of a 3 year old.
If anyone wanted to know about my son's poop, (from my last blog) Captain had diarhea for a whole week and a few outfits were ruined and many many diapers were changed.
Also, today Captain bled for the first time for real. He was playing between the couch and the toy tub and fell down. In the process, he somehow hurt his lip inside his mouth, you know that connecty little flap of skin that attaches the top lip to the gum, that split all the way up. He bled for quite a while and of course we were worried, but when we called the doctor, they said that it is pretty common for babies to do that and if it was still bleeding after an hour, to call them back. Needless to say, I'm sure he has forgotten about it by now. He has been playing with his cousin and being his normal self. But, it was still slightly concerning to see him bleeding from his mouth and then he wouldn't open up to let us see what had happened. I did count all his teeth and felt them all to make sure they were not loose. They were all fine.
I'm ready... and a little bit irritable.... as you probably have come to figure out :)
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