You know it’s a bad sign when the nurse :nurse: from the OB/GYN calls you at 10:00am and is anxious to find out if you can come in at 8:45am the next morning to “discuss” the results of the 24 hour urine analysis. :dammit: If the results were fine, I would have just received one of those, “Hi your results are fine get plenty of rest blah blah blah have a nice day” type phone calls, if I was lucky enough to get called at all. :sigh: My mother told me to have my bags packed, just in case. 
I’m trying very, very hard not to freak out right about now.
Besides, the wedding :couple: is this Friday! If I am going to be scheduled to be induced, I’m going to ask beg for it to be done after the wedding, even if that means it’ll just be later Friday afternoon. Think they’ll have a heart :heart: and indulge me?
Today Daniel and I are meeting my mother for lunch :yummy: at Red Lobster at 1:00pm. After lunch we’re stopping by Daniel’s grandmother’s house to pick up a bassinet and some baby items :pacifier: she was kind enough to buy for us over the weekend. :hug: Then Daniel and I are heading back to Wal-Mart to look at wedding bands. Hopefully they’ll have bands in our sizes! Neither of us wear half sizes, so there shouldn’t be a need to special order. I hope not. :crossfingers: If that comes up, I’m going to be a pain in the ass and request that they contact the other three Wal-Marts in the [private] area and see if they have the proper sizes. We can’t get married without rings! :ack: It’s just not done!
Mulder is doing fine. He’s just a big spoiled mess, as usual. He brought back two gifts that keep on giving :eyeroll: from the humane league: fleas (I didn’t see any on Blueboy or Toby, but bathed them anyway, just to be sure) and a cold. I did get the flea applications (definitely not Hartz; the Wal-Mart here is carrying another brand called… I forget what it’s called. :frustrated: Duh.), so I’ll put those on them today before we go out.
You know what’s sad? Being excited over having a mop. It’s almost like that Old Navy commercial where the girl jumps up in history class and ends her exclamations with, “Let’s STUDY!”, only in my case it’s, “Let’s MOP!” :haha: Yay for the Clorox ReadyMop!
Oh! I like spiders. Well, not really, because they’re creepy :boogah: and crawly, but I like the spiders that are outside of our side door. They’ve been spinning these huge webs that are anywhere from 1-3 feet in width/diameter. :eep: Normally I’d be knocking them down, and I almost did, but I realized that they’re catching every single fly that tries to get in through whatever opening there is in our side door/window (I’ve never found the opening, though believe me I’ve searched!). Tee-hee. Go spiders!
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Bugs suck. :swearing: More specifically, millipedes and fleas. Does anyone know why :shrug: millipedes come into houses? I’ve picked up two and vacuumed up several more in the past few days, and it’s starting to bother me. One I could consider a fluke, two possibly, but almost a dozen? :beady: I’m starting to get freaked out. Fleas – I spotted a live flea on Mulder. And here I was hoping the flea debris I saw on him yesterday was just “leftovers” from last month. Grrr. :irked: So, I vacuumed the carpets (pulled all the furniture out to vacuum those spots too!) and then bathed all three cats. :cat2: It’s no fun being on your knees holding a sopping wet and very unhappy cat in water, but it’s even worse when you’re nine months pregnant and your stomach is getting in the way, and your back is aching. 
Toby put up the biggest fight (but then, he always does), while Blueboy squirmed a tiny bit and Mulder just sat there, somehow managing to look both disgusted and pitiful at the same time.
When Daniel gets home from work we’re going out to Wal-Mart for some things. While we’re there I’ll be picking up some flea spray to use on the furniture and carpets, and some applications to put on the cats. Oh, fun times.
Tonight I set up the changing table part of the playpen, put a sheet on the playpen’s mattress, and in general tidied up Alyssa’s :stork-girl: bedroom. I also packed up her diaper bag. To all you current mommies out there, tell me: for the diaper bag, am I forgetting anything? I have: diapers (six), baby wipes, balmex, baby powder, baby oil, baby vaseline, an undershirt, a onesie, two outfits (one if it’s warm outside, one if it’s cool), a bonnet and a receiving blanket. I’ll be adding a sweater (my mother has it at her house) to the bag tomorrow.
On an unrelated note, cheese and potato perogies rock! :yummy:
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I slept well last night (seven hours, yay! :bounce:) and only woke up at 12:30pm because my mother stopped by with the last of the baby :stork-girl: items she washed up: towels, washcloths, blankets, a bib and two crib sheets. While she was here Daniel went out and fixed the door on the Buick. Thank goodness- no more ghetto car! :haha:
I’ve been trying to relax today and take it easy. Daniel and I had a nice little “session” not too long ago. :kiss: Hopefully that didn’t send my blood pressure soaring through the roof. ;) And if it did, well, it was worth it. For the rest of the day I’m not doing much. In fact, I think I’ll go take a nap.
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Last night, for the first time in over a week, I slept really well! 
I went to bed at 3:00am, barely woke up at 4:00am when Daniel came to bed, and was only up at 9:30am because Daniel’s grandmother called to inquire about baby items we still needed (I told her we need a crib and a second carseat). After getting off the phone with her I went back to sleep until noon.
This afternoon I went over to pick up my mother and take her and my brothers to Wal-Mart to go grocery shopping. Now, we both had checks we needed to cash in order to have money to pay for our stuff, and the bank inside Wal-Mart closes at 2:00pm. It takes exactly 25 minutes to get from her house to Wal-Mart. I get to my mom’s at 1:05pm, and by 1:25pm we’re outside getting in the Buick to leave… only… the driver’s side back door won’t close! :wtf: Something jammed in the latching mechanism and the door would NOT shut. Fifteen minutes later we gave up fiddling with the door handle, door lock and latch (we had a screwdriver out to try and unjam whatever was jammed in the latch) and grabbed some clothesline to fix the problem the ghetto way: we tied the door to the car! :haha: We ran two lines, one from the door’s inside handle to the driver’s side headrest, and the other from the door’s frame (the window was down) to the passenger side headrest.
So, off we went in the ghetto car :silvercar: to the ghetto Wal-Mart. :rotfl:
I had to drive all ghetto like too, in order to get to a destination in 15 minutes instead of 25. We got there and pulled up in front of the store at 1:53pm. Yeah! :bounce: Go me!
And there the humor ends, because I had the most aggravating, infuriating incident at Wal-Mart today. Now, as I mentioned from yesterday, I was given orders to RELAX this weekend and try to stay off my feet and get my blood pressure down. I really didn’t want to go out in the first place, but we needed food and Daniel had to work, so he couldn’t get it. But hey, no big deal, right? After all, Wal-Mart has plenty of motorized wheelchairs. I planned on using one of them, especially since I was not only 1) on orders to take it easy and stay off my feet but 2) I was feeling really achy and crampy in my pelvic region and back, and walking was uncomfortable.
The conversation with the old bitty bat Wal-Mart greeter (anyone else hate them? Why is it always the most irritable, nosy-assed senior citizens that are hired to be the greeters?) went as follows:
Me: Hi, I’d like to use one of the motorized wheelchairs.
Greeter: looks me up and down No.
Me: Um… what?
Greeter: I said no.
Me: Please, I need to use it.
Greeter: You don’t need it.
Me: Excuse me, but I am nine months pregnant and suffering from high blood pressure. I would appreciate being able to use one of the motorized wheelchairs. THANK YOU.
Greeter: No.
The old hag then walked away from me! Normally I would have just told her to go fuck herself and taken the chair anyway, but of course the biddy had the keys for it on her. There was no other employee nearby (the registers on that end were closed), and I didn’t see any supervisors hanging around. I couldn’t even get her name because she wasn’t wearing a nametag.
So, I did indeed tell the bitch to go fuck herself, then proceeded to go grocery shopping with my mom. As we left I spotted a supervisor, pulled him aside and told him in no uncertain terms that I expected some sort of action to be taken against the greeter who denied me access to a motorized chair. He apologized profusely, took down my contact information, and that was that.
So, we’ll see. :bomb:
Am I the only one who can’t stand the Wal-Mart greeters? They irritate me. They act like they have the most important, most serious job in the world of saying hello and handing you a shopping cart (half of them don’t even bother to do that, then make a face when you move past them to get one yourself). I hate how they’ll chase you halfway through the front of the store if (heaven forbid) you don’t stop to get your returns/exchanges “checked” with them first.
Another shitty incident happened a few weeks ago when I was leaving Wal-Mart: I had one bag of assorted things (deodorant, cat food, etc.), including a package of razor cartridges. Surprise surprise, the alarm went off as I went through the doors to exit the store. The greeter came tearing after me, so I turned around, handed him the bag and my receipt and said, “It’s probably the razor cartridges. I guess the cashier forgot to de-activate the tag.” No big deal, right? He could simply take the box, run it over the de-activating pad, come back, put it through the doors again, and poof, no more alarm.
But no, instead he demands that I open my purse for him. I look at him, flabbergasted. Gruffly he says, “Empty your purse!” I’m like, “Sir, I’m telling you, it’s the razor cartridges. Check them yourself! I didn’t steal anything. Look, here’s my receipt!” The son-of-a-bitch then proceeds to try to take my purse out of my hands. I take it back and look him square in the eye and told him, “Get your fucking hands off me.” I then stormed back into the store, pulled out the box of cartridges, swiped them over a de-activator on a closed register, then walked back through the doors. No alarm sounded. I looked at the greeter (he was in shock from what I said to him, I suppose, since he was just standing where I had left him) and said, “Happy now? Fuck off.” and left. ARGH. Who did this fuckwad think he was? He’s going to try and humiliate me by making me empty my purse there in the store? Without even checking my items and razor cartridges like I suggested? And then try to take my purse from me when I refused to empty it out? Good fucking lord. :frustrated:
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I am exhausted. :whew: For the past week I have not been sleeping well at all. :whimper: I fall asleep only to wake up at the slightest thing (Daniel coming to bed, the cats making a noise, etc.) or to go to the bathroom, and then I can’t fall back asleep for anywhere from a half an hour up to three to four hours. It’s taking it’s toll and today I just felt wiped out. :yawn:
To top it off I almost got sick this morning. :puke: My morning sickness is funny… for the first three months I had to eat immediately in the morning, otherwise I’d be sick. :boogah: Then up until my seventh month I was sick just about every single morning, and sometimes more than once. Now (well, for the past month up until now) I’m back to the thing where I need to eat or else be sick. Anyway, Daniel’s grandmother stopped over to visit this morning (she had no idea that I was pregnant :stork-girl: or that Daniel and I :couple: are getting married next Friday! :eye-popping:) and I didn’t get a chance to eat until after she left. Needless to say I came very close to heaving up my water and strawberry & cheesecake breakfast bar. :blah:
My mother and I had the afternoon planned out: We would go to my 1:10 OB/GYN appointment, grab some quick and cheap lunch, and then go to Toys ‘R Us to get the remaining baby items that I needed. Well, things didn’t quite go as planned. Okay, they didn’t go as planned at all. I went to my appointment alright: my blood pressure was really high: 157/90. Normally it’s around 115/75. Then the mid-wife was concerned because Alyssa’s heartbeat was erratic and high – it peaked at 161 (normally it’s around 144-148). The final straw was when she was measuring my belly and thought that Alyssa was breech. She straightened up, looks at me and says, “That’s it, you’re going to triage”. Triage, by the way, is the ER for the Women & Babies hospital, which is just next door (connected to the building the OB/GYN is in). So, off we went, with thoughts of induction and c-sections in my head (too much Discovery health channel :tv: for Jenn!).
The bottom line: my blood pressure has been up all day (I was in triage for several hours), Alyssa’s heartrate had slowed down, and my blood tests came back borderline for pre-eclampsia. I am not allowed to work anymore (and to think, I worked three hours at BK :burger: Thursday night :haha:), I’m on “not-quite-bedrest” (staying off my feet as much as possible, but not restricted to bed) for the weekend, and I have to collect my urine and keep it refrigerated for 24 hours (starting from two hours ago, which is when I got home). I also have to call the OB/GYN to schedule another appointment for Monday to get my blood pressure and Alyssa’s heartbeat checked. If it’s up Monday, I’ll go back to triage for observation. Then back to the OB/GYN for more checking Wednesday. And, I was warned that if on Wednesday it’s still up, I’ll most likely be induced by the weekend. Yikes! :ack:
So, that was my day. After leaving the hospital my mother and I did grab a quick bite to eat at Wendy’s, and then went to Toys ‘R Us to pick up the last bit of stuff: diaper bag, bath tub, washcloths, baby towels, powder, vaseline, thermometer, water temp thermometer, another bottle, bottle/nipple cleaning brush, sunscreens for the car windows, two nightgowns and a pack of undershirts. The total? Even with coupons and a $5 off discount, $105. :cha-ching: I wanted to cry. But hey, since I spent over $75 I got a free umbrella stroller! :bounce: She won’t be able to use it for quite a while though. Oh well!
P.S. Congratulations to Jenny for having her baby! :hug:
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