Motherhood = going crazy one day at a time!

Monday, April 13, 2009

A little of this and that

So I'm 30 weeks now and have 6 weeks to go. I am counting down the days till delivery. I've been really lucky up to this point in my pregnancy. I've had relatively few problems, especially for a twin pregnancy. But everything must come to an end I guess. I'm starting to show signs of PIH again. I also failed my glucose test and had to take the three hour test last week. My hands and feet are swollen even before I get up in the morning. By the end of the night they look really bad. I need to stop wearing my wedding ring now because I'm afraid I won't be able to get it off like last time. Too late for the toe ring. I forgot about it and now it's stuck. My B.P. is rising slowly and I am having contractions that took us to the hospital for monitoring. Nothing that the doctor wants to do about it now. The medication side effects are worse than the contractions at this point. Don't worry, I am seen every two weeks and he will evaluate me again next week. I'm also really feeling out of room on the inside. Six more weeks baby! I'm counting the days.

On another note: This post should be labeled "Doggie Attempt Suicide."
Last night Yoda was running around the driveway while Bjorn and I were gathering some camping equipment for a friend. Bjorn asked if I had the dog in the garage, but I didn't. He proceeded to call "Yoda", and much to his surprise Yoda almost came down right on top of his head. You see the apartments behind our house are two levels. The dog went up the stairs and was wondering around the second floor. When Bjorn called him, he jumped, right onto a metal rain shield. Now this isn't a very sturdy rain shield by any stretch of the imagination. So there we are not being able to get him from below, Bjorn runs up the stairs while I am holding the flashlight trying to convince the dog to "STAY". I'm thinking that the metal is going to come crashing down right on top of me at any second. You can hear Yoda's claws scratching on the metal as he slides ever closer to the edge of the metal overhang. What a stupid dog! Bjorn grabs him from above, disaster averted. Can you just see it, a dog with 4 broken legs all on a Sunday night vet bill. Just what I need right now. Lucky for me all is well and we didn't need any medical attention, except maybe some doggie Prozac. I'm not kidding, this dog costs us more than the kids do.

These are pictures of the scene of the accident. I guess he ducked under the white railing and onto the metal. Look at the metal it's not even level. What a stupid dog!
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Easter Weekend

What a difference a year makes. Last year Myles and I went to the Monrovia Day Easter Egg hunt. I was basically putting all the eggs in the basket. Well this year he got it! He walked over to pick up eggs and put them into his basket. Saturday morning they had the Easter egg hunt in one of the local parks. We had an egg hunt and had got a free book from the book mobile and then went to play at the park. I think Myles liked the park just as much as gathering all the eggs.

Then on Sunday we had an egg hunt in the living room for him before we got ready for church. It was really cute. He wanted to open all the eggs and consume their contents before moving on to the next egg. Needless to say he had a breakfast of cookies and chocolate that day.

After church we were invited to a friends house for a wonderful Easter dinner. All I had to bring was the funeral potatoes. What an easy way out. Everything there was wonderful. We had another egg hunt for the kids and Myles being a pro at egg hunts by now went to work filling his basket with all the eggs in sight. These eggs were filled not with candy but toys so the kids had fun playing with bubbles, and balloon punching bags, and frogs and all kinds of other toys. What a wonderful Easter!
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