The Friday before Easter, I had a half day so I went over to my mom's (where Mads goes on Fridays) after work at noon where we attempted to die Easter eggs. This was the first time I had dies eggs with Madie since she always just did it at daycare. She did that this year too, but I decided to dye some with her as well. Mistake numero uno. Apparently, egg dying is a skill, and one I do not possess. The color barely got on the eggs and at the same second that Madie spilled one cup of dye, I spilled another and we were successful in dying my mom's carpet 2 very pretty colors. Luckily it came out. Oops.
Afterwards we went to a nearby nursery where they keep a big pond of coy fish and a large enclosure of peacocks. This was slightly less disastrous than the egg dying in that only one of us (my mom) fell INTO the coy pond. That's right folks, you can't take us anywhere. In her defense, there was a flat pretend rock that I was thinking about setting Madie on to get a better look and the top of it completely slipped odd and into the water when my mom put her foot on it. So it's probably a good thing that she slipped before I actually put Madie there as Mads would have probably gone completely into the pond (Thanks for taking one for the team Mom!).
The peacocks, though, they were impressive. The lady that worked there shuffled them out of the barn for us and Madie's face was priceless when she saw the first one come out. All in all there were about 4 or 5 big beautiful green and blue males, a few hens, and one gorgeous all white male, Madie's favorite. Totally worth the visit.
Saturday, we went to a couple of local events. First, the "egg hunt" at Normandale Park that I will not even talk about because my blood pressure will go up and I want to scream whenever I think about it. No, I do not recommend. Then a local center that had a petting zoo with a TON of animals. Madie enjoyed feeding them all and wasn't the least bit nervous in a corral with 20 kids and at least that many llamas, goats, sheep, a cow, etc. Last we went to an Easter party put on by EPCC and it was a good one. Glad we ended the day on that note rather than the first event! This one had an egg grab (ok, a hunt, but you can't really call it that when they just throw a ton off eggs in a big empty space, can you?), a bounce house (Madie's happy place), crafts, temp tattoos, a stage with music and the Easter bunny walking around. I swear, every time that poor bunny turned around, there was Madie ready to give her a high five. She must have tracked that bunny down for a high five about 25 times. At the end, Mads even got up on the stage and shook her bootie along with the bunny. All this, and did either myself or Jason have even a cell phone along to take a picture? Of course not. I didn't buy a fancy new camera to USE it, silly.
Easter Sunday, we went to brunch with the in-laws and my mom and it was nice. I am glad that everyone can be together and get along, even if our mom's are so incredibly different. But it's nice for Madie to have everyone there and it is nice not to have to go to two different places on every holiday.
In other news, Madie can write her name. I need to let that sink in a bit. My 2 year old is writing her name. She can do all the letters, albeit they usually end up in a different order than I put them in, but STILL. And then at daycare yesterday, she did them in the correct order M-A-D-I-E. Holy man.
In baby news, this baby is HUGE already. And I am not just saying that because I waddle. Last week Monday, my first BPP, she measured just under 5 lbs (ha! I accidentally wrote 85lbs at first. Now THAT'S a baby.) That was at just under 31 weeks. She was measuring more like 33 weeks and the 84th percentile. I have to laugh when I get the weekly emails from the baby websites. The 31 week one said "Your baby is about 2-1/2 to 31/2 pounds this week!". Yeah, not so much. We passed that mark awhile ago. I want to look back at Madie's stuff and see if I have anything about how she measured. I feel like Audrey is bigger than Mads was at this point. My regular OB doesn't seem concerned, but I had a back-up doc for my appt this week and she freaked me out just a tad. Apparently my sugars are pretty high. I know that I haven't been checking them as much as I should and that I eat like crap, so I am not sure why this is news to me. I really need to get a grip on the food stuff. I am taking a TON of insulin.
Like I said, my doc doesn't seem too concerned. He is of the "keep the baby in as long as possible, like up to the due date" mind-set which is technically a good thing. Can I say that a little, okay, a rather large, part of me wishes he would move my due date up? Because he will no doubt end up scheduling the c-section ON my due date and if that due date was just an eesy weensy bit closer? I'd be happy. Of course, he will probably only do that is he has concerns about the baby and obviously I do not want that either. I am just getting impatient I spose. Weird right? Like that never happens when a woman is nearing the end of her pregnancy!
The only other thing that concerns me in regards to my sugars is that I developed what I can only find can be "frozen shoulder". Yes, that's an actual thing. I had been having a terrible pain in my shoulder and thought that I had slept on it wrong. A couple months of this and I had to admit that, ok, I can't be sleeping on it EVERY night for 2 months now could I? So I looked it up and sure enough, it appears to be "frozen shoulder" (not the technical term, but a term that is used medically). And it occurs more often in people with diabetes. And it can last 6 months to THREE YEARS. Yaaaaay. And I am telling you, it hurts. It is especially bad at night. I am hoping that the 6 months is closer to how long I will have it than the 3 years, but at least after baby comes, I can get cortisone shots if it is too unbearable. Or at least take a couple Advil. Or, you know, drink a bottle of wine. Ahem.
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