We went to Memphis to celebrate David's birthday last weekend and we were supposed to attend David's mom's graduation with her PHD in nursing the same weekend. Both kids got sick just before we were supposed to go up there. We decided to take them to the doctor before we went up there, so we missed his mom's graduation. :( Ethan ended up having an ear infection, and Sara Katherine had a throat infection, so I was glad we stayed and got them some antibiotics before leaving town.
After we got to his parents house, I laid down and slept for like, three hours. I felt miserable the whole weekend, throwing up a bunch, and feeling incredibly nauseous and gross when I wasn't throwing up. I got up from that three hour nap and was walking to the kitchen and I got halfway there and said, "I don't feel so good." Then I passed out and hit the floor. I've never fainted or passed out in my life, so that was definitely weird. In all the craziness of fainting and being in a car accident (see post below), I have yet to go to the doctor. My first appointment is Monday afternoon, and I'm almost sure he'll do an internal ultrasound to make sure everything is okay, so I guess we'll know on Monday whether or not David's dreams of us having twins are true or not. I'll admit, I'm a little scared of twins, but we'll take whatever the Lord gives us. I'm attributing the fainting spell to a long car ride, a long nap, low blood sugar, and pregnancy hormones. I have felt a little better this week, but I throw up every morning. The good thing this week is it's only been once in the morning. The past weekend I was throwing up like, four or five times a day. It's awful. I was so hoping this pregnancy would be different, but yeah, not much. Thankfully, I forget in between pregnancies just how bad this part of it sucks, and we have more. I love to birth babies, really I do, but the first half of my pregnancies is for the birds.
Anyway, I was glad we were able to celebrate David's birthday with his family, and that my mother in law and sisters in law took care of my kids all weekend while I was next to useless (thank you, in-laws. :) I wanted to make David a cake or pie of some sort for his birthday, but that wasn't happening, so David's sister made him a chocolate-caramel cheesecake that was soooo good. And I was able to help some with his birthday meal, so I contributed a little. But not much. Anyway, he's the ripe old age of 27...it bugs me some that he is still going to have quite a bit of time left in his twenties when I turn 30 next year. Maybe I shouldn't be, but I'm a little hung up about turning 30. I remember when 30 seemed like a million years away and now I am here knocking on it's door.
Anyway, happy 27th Dave. We love you so much. I promise I will make 28 a better birthday!
1 comments:
You're only as old as you feel, honey.
You're going to have 3 kids before you're 30 and I didn't even get ONE!
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