Shame and a sick tummy are all that I am left with at this point. I made the mistake of buying stocking stuffer sweets for Hubby and Firstborn over a week ago. Mini reece's cups and chocolate Santas have been calling my name from the bottom of my closet ever since. I thought I was showing considerable self control by only indulging one or two here and there. Obviously, I was only fooling myself. I realized this yesterday as I was adding more non-food goodies to the bag of stocking stuffers that almost all of the candy was gone.
I have two options for blame. I can accept sole responsibility as it's a widely known fact that pregnant women cannot be trusted wherever chocolate and peanut butter is of concern. Or I can try and lay blame on my husband who was alone in our house for the past five days. I'm not sure which path I'll take. I'll figure that our later. Right now I have to run out and buy more candy and some Tums.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Excuses, Excuses
It's been brought to my attention by several of my "dearly devoted" readers that I've been neglecting my duties in maintaining this blog. For that I apologize, but I have excellent excuses. Wanna hear 'em?
I'm pregnant. Maybe I should have punctuated that with an exclamation mark but I'm afraid to use my allotment. When I was in college Dr. Cross told us that at birth we are each given three exclamation points to be used throughout the course of our lifetime. We should use great care in when we make use of them. Yes, I know he was being dramatic about the overuse of this punctuation but it made quite the impression on me and I always think of it. I digress.
I'm almost nine weeks along. The morning sickness seems to have diminished greatly and I'm beginning to get some of my energy back. Those of you who know me personally know that I'm not a person who sits still often. I'm wound a bit more tightly than most people it seems. I enjoy keeping busy. So when I was spending most of the day lying as still as I possibly could on the couch watching Firstborn try to get me to play with him it made me feel all that much worse. It's not his fault that mommy and daddy wanted a fourth family member. It's not his fault that mommy was ready to yurp at any given moment. It certainly wasn't his fault that mommy didn't want to fix his favorite foods because she couldn't stand the smell of food. It was hard not being able to do the mommy things I treasure doing for my son. I'm still not back to my normal self, but I'm closer. And I can work with that.
The other excuses I have to offer up are company for Thanksgiving and Firstborn sick for over a week. Hubby's parents came out to visit us from Arkansas. We had a wonderful visit with them. I know I could have found the time to post then, but I was still lying as still as could be on the couch most of the time.
The night before they left Firstborn woke up with a case of exploding diaper and a slight fever. By the next afternoon the fever was up to 102.6. That night it went even higher. I had him at our pediatrician's office for the first available appointment the next morning. It was declared that he had a virus and to continue treating as we already had been. That night the fever was up to 104. The fever continued on for several days and didn't appear to have any interest in returning to normal so I made another appointment. This time I asked for a strep throat culture. Diagnosis: Positive. Usually kids don't get this until they're about four years or older but Firstborn has never been what you would call your usual kid. He's been on antibiotics for several days now and seems to be in a much better mood. He's slept the past three nights all through the night and that has made me extremely happy.
I hope this explains and excuses my absence and I pledge to be more punctual in my posting in the future. I go for my first ultrasound tomorrow afternoon so I hope to be able to post a few scans for you. Please pray for good health and development of our little chick.
I'm pregnant. Maybe I should have punctuated that with an exclamation mark but I'm afraid to use my allotment. When I was in college Dr. Cross told us that at birth we are each given three exclamation points to be used throughout the course of our lifetime. We should use great care in when we make use of them. Yes, I know he was being dramatic about the overuse of this punctuation but it made quite the impression on me and I always think of it. I digress.
I'm almost nine weeks along. The morning sickness seems to have diminished greatly and I'm beginning to get some of my energy back. Those of you who know me personally know that I'm not a person who sits still often. I'm wound a bit more tightly than most people it seems. I enjoy keeping busy. So when I was spending most of the day lying as still as I possibly could on the couch watching Firstborn try to get me to play with him it made me feel all that much worse. It's not his fault that mommy and daddy wanted a fourth family member. It's not his fault that mommy was ready to yurp at any given moment. It certainly wasn't his fault that mommy didn't want to fix his favorite foods because she couldn't stand the smell of food. It was hard not being able to do the mommy things I treasure doing for my son. I'm still not back to my normal self, but I'm closer. And I can work with that.
The other excuses I have to offer up are company for Thanksgiving and Firstborn sick for over a week. Hubby's parents came out to visit us from Arkansas. We had a wonderful visit with them. I know I could have found the time to post then, but I was still lying as still as could be on the couch most of the time.
The night before they left Firstborn woke up with a case of exploding diaper and a slight fever. By the next afternoon the fever was up to 102.6. That night it went even higher. I had him at our pediatrician's office for the first available appointment the next morning. It was declared that he had a virus and to continue treating as we already had been. That night the fever was up to 104. The fever continued on for several days and didn't appear to have any interest in returning to normal so I made another appointment. This time I asked for a strep throat culture. Diagnosis: Positive. Usually kids don't get this until they're about four years or older but Firstborn has never been what you would call your usual kid. He's been on antibiotics for several days now and seems to be in a much better mood. He's slept the past three nights all through the night and that has made me extremely happy.
I hope this explains and excuses my absence and I pledge to be more punctual in my posting in the future. I go for my first ultrasound tomorrow afternoon so I hope to be able to post a few scans for you. Please pray for good health and development of our little chick.
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