Wow. This last week really did a number on me. Without telling the whole long story (I started to, and then realized quickly that it's not very interesting), we've just had a lot of crap happen this last week. I'll try to summarize.
Rob was away on a business trip in San Francisco most of the week. I spent the first couple of days at my parents' house and I was feeling really terrible, so it's a good thing I was there because they were so awesome and took care of Magnolia for me. I thought I was just coming down with a cold or something, since Rob and Nolie both had colds, but I didn't really have any of the symptoms. I just felt really off, but couldn't put my finger on what it was.
Starting Tuesday morning, I was having some moderate cramping that made me a little concerned. It wasn't super painful, nor was it really regular that I noticed, but it was significant, and since I have had a couple other instances of false labor in the last couple weeks, I was a little on my guard. Then I got more worried because all that morning Baby Rocket hadn't been moving as much as usual. So I called and talked to the nurse and she told me to go to the hospital right away for a non-stress test. I was all the way at my parents' in West Jordan, and the hospital is in American Fork, and I had to pick up my mom at her work so she could come be with Nolie, so it was kind of a pain, and I was torn because obviously I was worried, but I was also pretty sure they would tell me it was nothing and that I was a crazy person, and that's never a good feeling. But I went in for the test.
It did pick up on the cramping/contractions, but it wasn't severe enough for them to keep me or do any further testing, and the baby looked great so that was good news. They did put me on like, pre-bed rest (?), basically telling me to take it easy and pay attention to my body. They said that if the cramping continued as it had been, I probably didn't need to come back in, but if it got any worse that I should. She said I especially should not wait until it got so bad that they couldn't stop it. So that was nice to hear, and not scary at all. Ahem, not.
Anyway, since then, I have had some cramping, but pretty much the same and no worse. But, my weird illness got a lot worse and I was basically bed-ridden for the rest of the week. Rob came home late Thursday night, and he still had a really horrible cold, so we've basically been a useless bunch all week. I still don't really know what's wrong with me; when I went to the hospital they said it could just be a bug that's going around, or maybe it's just the fact that I'm almost 8 months pregnant and don't feel great, but I really don't remember being this incapacitated before. I have been SO fatigued and just crummy feeling, and I haven't had much appetite at all, and I've also had some nausea, which had mostly subsided in the past few weeks but suddenly came back again. So I think there's something weird going on, but maybe I am just a crazy person and it's nothing. I felt a little better last night and today; we got up and got ready and went out to dinner last night, and today I was able to make it through church, but it's been rough. I also haven't been sleeping well at night at all, so that's made it all a lot worse.
Miss Magnolia has had a bad cold and has been pretty tantrum-prone as well, which makes the whole situation much harder. And since Rob is sick too, we're basically all a bunch of babies and no one is taking care of anyone else. And THEN the other day Nolie took my red lip stain and drew ALL OVER the arm of our new armchair while I was in the bathroom. I thought I had locked away all of those (since she gets into my lip stuff whenever she gets the chance) but I had missed that one. That was pretty much my last straw and I just cried and cried. So I'm ready to move on to a new week. Though if things get any worse, I'm not quite sure what I'll do.
In this vein of feeling incredibly sorry for myself, I took a moment yesterday to realize that it is Thanksgiving this week. I'm usually a lot better at being grateful for what I have than I have been lately, and I felt pretty ashamed when I realized how self-pitying I've been. This week did make me realize that while none of what I went through was fun, and I could have done without a lot of it, at least most of my pregnancy has been really healthy. And in general, I am a really healthy person, which is an enormous blessing. I have a happy, healthy, beautiful genius little girl who despite driving me a little crazy also makes me so very happy. I have a wonderful husband who, even though he refuses to hang the curtain rods that I've asked, no, begged him to hang for the last few weeks (which is why you shan't be getting any more House-vember posts, possibly. I just can't show you my main floor until the curtains are hung, and the man won't do it, no matter how much I nag.), he is a patient and loving father who let Nolie help him put Baby Rocket's dresser together even though it took him twice as long, and he let her help him rake the leaves and play in them, which made that take twice as long. And he works hard and takes good care of us, and is loving and kind, even when I've been pretty mean to him for many days on end.
It was a beautiful fall weekend, the sun was shining, and I had my little family to spend it with. We went and got The Pie for dinner, which made my whole life, since all I want this pregnancy is their buffalo chicken ranch pizza. So there are always many, many things to be thankful for.
34 weeks tomorrow. Last week I was hoping that I'd go the whole way, or even be a little late, since I have so much still to do and am freaking out about labor and all of that, and the prospect of having two Littles. But after this last week, I wouldn't mind being done a little sooner, even if it means a December baby. By next week I'll probably change my mind. The last couple months really play head games with you.
Magnolia would not be disturbed for a picture. This is typical behavior these days. Also, Rob taught her how to work the DVD player, which has basically ruined my life, because she wants to change the movie she's watching a billion times, and she HAS to put it in herself, and she scatters the disks all over the place, and if I try to put a stop to any of these shenanigans, heaven help us all, because the girl throws a fit that is formidable and frightening indeed.
But I am thankful for her, fits and all, and I'm excited to eat me some mashed potatoes and gravy on Thursday. A special thanks, also, to my wonderful family for all the help they gave me. I wouldn't have survived without them. And for all the kind words from concerned friends who checked on me to see if I was okay. It really meant a lot to me to know that I had many people I could call if I needed anything. I really am incredibly blessed and I will be trying really hard this week to remember that.