gagagagagaaggggaaa... withdrawl is around the corner

In more ways than one.

I'm 27 weeks now which means Mom will try and make a break for it the first chance she senses a weakness.... My normal day-to-day life is looming like a scary thundercloud over the horizon. *sigh*
I have been spoiled the last month and don't want to return to the unspoiled version of Casa Gadoury! But, the chaos was our choice and we must face its reality, Right?? right??
Mom gave me a great compliment though by saying " I really don't know how you do it, I really don't...." Maybe she'll remember her time served when I call and complain about pickles on the living room rug and how the kiddies are driving me to drinking and not say " well, they're only little once..."

AND AND AND....

We are on our last disc of season two of 24.... and season three is at auntie A's house far far away and she's scared to visit due to superstitions surrounding the commencement of pre-term labour when she does... If worse comes to worse and I get the shakes - the video store does have season three, I have done the nessecary recon and covered my bases in case of emergency.

Maybe if I do acquire season three Mom won't be able to leave.... Hmmmmmm.

Another great reason for yard work..... 

26 Weeks Hooray!!!

I made it this far! Only two more weeks to go until I'm allowed to resume some of my daily routine! Argh! What have I been doing complaining about this!??? I don't wanna make the beds, do the laundry, make lunches, drag my sorry butt out to the bus stop at 8am in the morning, crawl around on my hands and knees retrieving marbles out from under the sofa and running down the street after a rouge three year old testing his luck with traffic roulette!

*sigh*

Well, Mom's still here and I may not let her leave!

"yes, Mr. H We have your wife and we are not willing to negociate with you further... I'm sorry you may have to live on hot dogs and frozen dinners for the rest of the summer at which time time we will discuss a rendez-vous point for the exchange... we'll take our payment in the form of newborn pampers and gripe water.... we will be in contact soon.. remember, if you ever want to have clean underwear and a home cooked meal again, you will take this seriously and not contact the authorities!" *click*

hee hee. Too much 24 I think....

no seriously.

My dear husband, much to his dismay, put in a little veggie patch for the summer. He was very reluctant to do this. This holds much to the reality that he will probably be taking care of it all by his lonesome. But, he knows it will remind me of our old house and seeing as I'm still nowhere near being used to being a city dweller... homegrown lettuce will ease the pain! Thank you F.

well, we're off to the fair this afternoon. Crazy, most definitely. The last time we went the children went into spasms on the merry-go-round so this is an experiment in terror... They're older and maybe they'll have a good time. It's all they've talked about since I was unable to avert their eyes as we passed by in the car.... Bladdidah bladdidah fairblar blar cotton candy blittity blooh blah alligator train..... we'll see if therapy is in order at the end of the trip... for them or us...

The Bedrest Diaries

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

I'm going CCCRRRRAAAZZZYYYYYYY!!!!

yes, nuttier than before, it IS possible.

I cannot explain how restless and jerky I feel right now. I'm in the middle of nesting and stuck just sitting on my eggs while my nest is only half done. "You've got to let go, Les" I hear a friend's voice in my head... only I fear the thing I'm letting go is my sanity!

Tell me would any sane person in today's fast worls give their eye teeth to sit and do nothing but read, watch tv and knit and not be judged?? I will probably curse myself for my ignorance when I'm running on empty in November.

All the important people in my life are helping and I'm repaying them by beinga royal pain in the a**. Crying over, well, just about everything... and grouchy. yuh. Royal pain. To all of you.... I'm so sorry that I'm a pod person extra-ordinaire right now. My normal semi-grouchy with bits of genuine loveability, self will return.

A Womb with a View 

THE BELLY INC. 

The latest from the Inside....

well.

We had some excitement this weekend, a little more than I'd like thank you very much.

We had a little unexpected trip to the local hospital, much to my dismay.

I didn't feel right on Friday night, but isn't pregnancy a constant state of not feeling right? I have to learn to trust my gut a little more I think. I thought it was muscles, ligaments stretching out with the growing girl - but by saturday afternoon a feeling of unease had set in.

By four o'clock fairly regular contractions had set in... now keep in mind I'm only 24 wks along and this is indeed something to be worried about, especially because I had been classified as a high risk case with "placenta previa"*. (for those interested, this means that my placenta, the life line to the baby, was covering the opening that the baby will have to pass through. If labour starts at any point with this condition, it's a definite trip to the OR for a C-section because if it ruptures no O2 for baby and a great big bleed out for the mama... not so great.) Sooooooo, I'm thinking, OK OK I'll go to the hospital they'll monitor me for a couple of hours tell I'm fine and get sent home.... well.

Monitor they did and the contractions were three minutes apart at the worst and were getting quite strong and a tad uncomfortable. Boy, they started to really freak out. In turn, so did I. When specialists start talking about what we wanted to do in case of a birth and out wishes in regards to resuscitation procedure one gets a little nervous... because a "24 weeker" as she became known as, has about 50% chance of survival on the outside with massive chances of severe disabilities. Nice. Needless to say, we were not having a very good night.

They decided to admit me and monitor me for the next two days. They gave the steroid to mature the baby's lungs which would give her a better chance not to be on a ventilator. Nice.
The staff was super great and supportive, they probably see a lot of blubbering scared pregnant woman and their shellshocked spouses.

Happy Mother's Day to me...hee hee.

The good news, the contractions finally dies down sometime in the middle of the night and by morning things were looking up. The specialist arrived with his roadside ultrasound kit and concluded almost totally that MY PLACENTA HAD SHIFTED!!! I was no longer a "previa-high-risk" girl! This changed the situation a whole lot. Don't get me wrong, a baby born at 24 wks is bad bad bad, but at least this was very good news! I got to come home on bedrest and had to have another more detailed ultrasound on monday to make sure that the doc was indeed right about the shifting. That went well and I have to go back for another next week, sigh. Meanwhile I'll catch up on my knitting, reading and 24!!!! while Poor Frank tries to manage the chaos that is Chez Gadoury - maybe he'llhave more respect for what I do day in and out.

Mom is due to arrive on Wednesday at 3:10pm on Westjet - Bring in the calvary! She was planning a visit anyway since early spring but this is wonderful. I have to lay low the rest on this pregnancy and "try to take it easy" - yeah, I'm gonna try!

It was so sweet on Sunday when the kids arrived at the hospital with a bunch of pretty flowers and homemade Mother's day cards! They were very happy to see me and Kate informed me she was worrried when she couldn't find me when she woke up.... awwww, what a nice present right there. They were both enthralled with all aspects of the hospital - the bathroom (always an adventure no matter when we go), the elevatore, escalators, my IV, the little TV, and of course they had to take the bed for a test drive - "bed goes up, bed goes down!" Anyways, Hold your breathe that this kid cooks a little more! I mentione to the nurse that Murphy's Law states that they won't won't see me again until I'm overdue and they have to induce me and I'm swearing because I'm sick and tired of being pregnant! Cross your fingers!

silly silly girl

I think I have a death wish.

Oh yeah. Under the pressure of the modern day "Mommy Myth" I got the great plan on wednesday that I should be taking advantage of living in our great country's capital and all that it has to offer.

We were all going to go on an adventure. We'll take the "city bus" and go downtown to the museum of nature - to see the dinosaur bones that we were reading about on tuesday night. It all seemed like agood idea sitting on my pregnant butt in my nice warm house.

It was a nice sunny day and I gathered up all the provisions for such an excursion - camera, money, snacks and drinks and map of downtown.

The nice sunny day was that minus the warmth of a sunny day, it was frickin freezin!

"Moooooom, I'm c-c-cold!" gagagagaga yuh. Me t-t-t-too kiddo.

We had a nice ride on the bus, but the trouble with me is that I'm not so confident with our city's bus system. I know for sure how to take only one route. We would walk to Macleod street, it didn't look that far on my handy-dandy map.

Factor in one 6 month pregnant girl and two short-legged preschoolers and you have a disaster.

I thought I was going to die.

"mmmmoommmm, I'm tired of walking, how far is it to the "useum", are we there yet?" *insert cold whipping wind* Shuffle shuffle shuffle of short legged children. .... and we hadn't even got the museum yet which required more short legged shuffling.

On the way back I took my chances with the local bus route and escaped blithering failure but not by much, at least my feet were spared. Both kids fell asleep on the other route, much to the amusement of our fellow passengers. I think Philippe would have stayed there for the rest of the busdriver's shift if I hadn't shaken him awake at our stop.

Well. at least the kids were excited to tell Papa about their trip wehen he got back from work. I had to put something in the bank for mother's day appreciation, right? The kids had fun, we all survived and are getting the rest needed to slowly recuperate. Ahhhhh. I think we'll just bake some cookies next week.