I’m a wee bit cranky so pardon the rant…

I can’t tell you how many times people have said they hope we have a girl since this will be our last. Who says it will be our last? What if we wanted to have 10 more? We don’t mind you but what if we did? They point out it’s nicer to have one of each instead of 2 of the same. What the heck? I just don’t understand. If we do pipe up and say that this probably is not our last then they look at us like we have two heads or something. I ususally don’t even bother arguing. Can someone please explain this to me because I don’t get it?

I’m a little shocked. Ok, Before I get into what happened this morning I have to preface it with something I didn’t write about. I didn’t write about it because it freaked the crap out of me. I guess I figured if I don’t acknowledge it, it didn’t happen you know. Last week I had a crazy cough. Coupled with my morning sickness I was a bit of a mess. During a coughing fit I barfed. With my stomach nothing is supposed to come up but it did. Since then nothing has come up again so I tried not to worry.

Fast forward to this morning. I had to get a follow up blood draw so I went to the lab which is in the same building as my family doctor. Well not all of the paperwork that was supposed to be there was so I had to run upstairs and get it from my doctor. I didn’t go in for an appointment but he came out to give me the forms and said he wanted to talk to me. We went into a room. He asked me if I knew Hubby had talked to him. I didn’t. He said what Hubby said concerned him and am I still throwing up. I said it’s not producing anything. He said he knew about my cough/barf and is relieved to know it’s back to normal but that I really shouldn’t still be getting sick. He then officially gave me the diagnosis of Hyperemesis (and I have been wondering for a while why I never got that earlier) and said to be careful and that we will talk about this much much more if things haven’t settled by my June 30th appointment. My morning sickness has improved but by no stretch of the imagination has it gone away. I was just so surprised to see him concerned like that. We’ll just see if he still cares next time he sees me.

I did end up getting my blood drawn eventually.

I’m starting to get really antsy for Thing 2 to arrive. Outside of Morning Sickness (which still hasn’t entirely gone away) I love pregnancy. I love feeling movement, I love growing, I just love it! Despite all that I just want him/her to come. Ironically when s/he does arrive I’ll miss being pregnant. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.

Words can’t even begin to describe the fear I had today. Let me start off by saying that everything is fine now.

Thing 1 is watching a movie sitting on his stuffed chair. I took advantage of the time by doing stuff around the house. I was out of the room and I heard him cry. I come back into the room figuring he stubbed a toe or something and there was blood EVERYWHERE and spraying, yes spraying out of the back of his head. I put pressure on it and held it (and let me say holding a screaming toddler still is not fun) until it stopped bleeding. Then we both stripped down and jumped in the tub. Our living room looked like a murder scene.

What happened is he decided to try reclining his chair and cranked his head on a table. The cut was very tiny but heads bleed a LOT!! We lost an outfit of his and pajamas of mine. The carpet was scrubbed and I think is ok now but I though I was going to have a heart attack.

Just to warn all of you who read this, if you see a lot of blood coming from your child’s head, it may not be a big cut at all so do not panic!

Today actually wasn’t so bad. He didn’t use the doppler (no shock). He did up my Diclectin as per my OB’s suggestion. He said if I see more blood to come in right away. I have gained a whopping 1 pound. For shits and giggles the Hubby stepped on the scale and he too has gained a pound. That made me laugh. He was thrilled that Thing 2 was measuring exactly where s/he was supposed to. He said he fully expects that to drop off a little at some point. Anyone who has ever seen Hubby or myself knows that we are both barely over 5 feet and aren’t exactly big people. He said (and I’ve already said this before) that he’d be stunned if we EVER had a baby over 6 pounds. All in all it was pretty uneventful.