In Sickness and in Health

Quick pregnancy update: Jeff is running to Joe Bandito's (our favorite mexican restaurant) to pick up the Half Bandito that I suddenly had a craving for. The man is awesome. So is the restaurant. I called them at 9:28pm and they technically close at 9:30pm.
(I'm a little embarrassed about this, but also thought it was hilarious. In my defense, I would have gone myself if I was dressed and Jeff is very excited to eat his own Half Bandito and their amazing chips and salsa.)

This is especially nice of Jeff since he has been sick for almost a full week now. He started feeling ill last Wednesday with headaches and a really sore throat. Thursday it had gotten bad enough he worked a half day, and he's taken Friday, Monday and today off. On Sunday, his left ear had built enough pressure that it was extremely painful, so we went to an urgent care clinic where it was confirmed that he has an ear infection on top of an insanely sore throat (not strep), cough, fever, and runny nose. He's pretty miserable.

At least now we have... a big screen TV!

We actually bought it a few weeks ago because some friends of ours found a fantastic sale and we were financially stable enough to say "Why not?". It felt really good to be in that position. Now we have a standing date night on Fridays with oven pizza and a Redbox movie. I love it.

Pregnancy Blues

This last weekend, Jeff and I attended a prenatal class at Timp Hospital. We both found it very disturbing, but educational. We learned about all the "fun" yet to come with hours of labor pains, keeping track of contractions, giving birth, tearing, breast feeding, preterm labor, C-sections... the list goes on and on. Our class was taught by a doula (a birthing coach) who was made it very clear that she preferred natural births. I was still on the fence about an epidural, so I learned a lot of decent ways to deal with the pain until it's time to push. I'm pretty sure I'm just going to get drugged, though. I understand the first time is generally the longest labor and the most painful.
The best thing I walked away from that class with was knowing that once regular contractions start, it's going to be a while (hours) before I actually have a baby. So there's no need to panic and there's time for Jeff to get home and drive me to the hospital. Even if my water breaks, which apparently only happens before contractions about 10% of the time, we still have plenty of time for Jeff to run home. It is nice that he only works 20 minutes away and the hospital is just 10 minutes from the house. Plenty of time.

Mike seems to be doing well. He's getting bigger and running out of room. I'm okay with that because it means his kicks have less momentum behind them. Now his movements have a smoother, rolling motion as opposed to the sharp jabs I would feel before. It's kind of fun now watching my stomach lump around. As my mother-in-law says, "Like a cat in a gunnysack".
The boy is also very comfortable leaning against my bladder, so I go to the bathroom. A lot. Mostly at night. I don't know why he loves my bladder at night, but when he's not rolling around he's putting pressure on it. Last night I really did wake up every 2 hours to pee. I was a little miffed, but I do need to learn to function with that kind of schedule.

The pregnancy hadn't been too awful on my emotions... until recently. Starting about 2 weeks ago, I have found myself letting what I call "the crazy" leak out. I'll get upset or angry and start crying over absolutely nothing. The sad thing is that it's so frustrating that I'll get angry with myself for crying which makes me sob even harder.
Last night at dinner I started to cry because I wasn't in the mood for what I had made. It was leek and potato soup and I had worked hard preparing it. Jeff was so sweet and tried suggesting things that I could eat instead, ranging from canned goods to him cooking something to him running out and grabbing something. I ended up just having a yogurt and toast while Jeff took care of my bowl of soup.

Also, I've been experiencing the joys of hot flashes. I even had one in the grocery store in the ice cream aisle. That takes some effort. Thank you, Michael and body. I wonder how nice it would be to have a cold flash? Then I could comfortably crawl under the two blankets on my bed and cuddle up next to my husband instead of kicking everything as far away from me as I can get it.
It's okay. We only have 2 months left before the baby is out and I can sleep however I want (when I get the chance). I'm going to lie on my stomach just because I can.