and boy, how time does fly!
We are ten weeks from Birth Day IF Ilse comes on her due date. Is that likely? Who knows. At any rate, we are more than likely several weeks from Birth Day unless my blood pressure skyrockets. This week I'll ask the doctor when we need to do another 24 hour urine protein check; who knows, maybe we won't yet and that will give us even more time to grow Ilse. Tim and I would be happy if she waited to come until after we get our tax return. Wouldn't that be nice.
I've been trying to remember to take my iron pill. It's been difficult, but we're making an effort. I am done with jeans, I think. I started getting the pregnancy hots last night, and it hasn't really stopped yet. Last night my pillow was on fire, and today in church I was so hot I was nauseated and had to go get some ice in a towel to pat my face with. Dumb, I know, but you do what you gotta do so you don't skip out on too much of the service.
Mood swings are back again, and as any Foster knows, when we are hot our moods are not lovely. We try, but unfortunately, that's the way we are. Mom used to say that if we were grumpy as kids, she knew we were hot. With us, it's either we're hot, tired, or hungry. And I bet we're not the only family like that. So lately, I've been hot, tired, and hungry constantly, and pretty much I've held it together. I was mad yesterday and this morning, but it didn't take long to calm down and it took even less time to make it right with the poor one I'd gotten mad at. (Granted, the poor one was EXTREMELY naughty.) I know this part of the blog post doesn't make me look like a very nice person, but I'm writing it anyway.
My precious boys are still sick. I am at a complete loss with this. It's been constant colds. Christopher is so congested. Joey keeps drinking after Christopher so then he catches it. At least Joey can blow his own nose. I've been giving the boys cold medicine even though Bam-Bam isn't four, and the other day I completely messed up and bought a cold medicine for 6 year olds before I realized it. I gave them half the six year old dose, and by george, it helped them sleep without coughing! I was so excited and they woke up feeling so much better. Medicine is totally worth it. I hate hearing my babies coughing in the night and knowing there is nothing I can do about it. I really hesitate to make a doctor trip because she'd just say, it's a cold! No kidding. That's always the way it is with me. "Hey, my foot hurts!" "Tendonitis.... take ibuprofen." "My arm hurts." "Take ibuprofen." So now I just take ibuprofen... or I did, before I discovered we had a little Ilse. Now my foot is killing me and I'm just dealing with it.
The other pregnancy symptoms I'm experiencing beside the hot spells and mood swings are sharp stabbing pains when I walk too much, sharp stabbing pains if I wait too long to go to the bathroom (this only happens at night), and unbelievable thirst.
All in all, I feel like I'm doing great. Ilse is growing at a shocking rate. She seems giant and she'll continue to grow at this horrendous pace until she's born, apparently. Good for her. :)
I got to ask my dear friend Ivy some baby questions last night, and I was so happy when I got off the phone that she answers me so graciously, affirmatively, and nicely. She is chock full of information and she doesn't mind dispensing it, so long as I ask nicely. :)
I'll update on the pregnancy again after my appointment on Wednesday.