Sunday, March 29, 2009

I am tired.

I'm tired of feeling sick 24/7.

I'm tired of craving food with actual flavor all the time and not being able to eat it.

I'm tired of peeing on a stick every day to see how dehydrated I am.

I'm tired of weighing myself every day.

I'm tired of wanting to sleep 24/7.

I'm tired of asking John to do so much for me and Levi.

I'm tired of John having to cook for himself.

I'm tired of measuring how much fluid I drink and keep down daily.

I'm tired of not being able to leave my house whenever I want.

I'm tired of feeling even worse for days after every time I do leave the house.

I'm tired of not going to church.

I'm tired of getting poked numerous times for new IV's.

I'm tired of the tubing catching on everything and anything that sticks out.

I'm tired of my Zofran medicine pump.

I'm tired of having to calculate when I shower based on when I'm tube free.

I'm tired of not dressing cute.

I'm tired of looking like I don't feel good.

I'm tired of people asking if I feel better and not being able to say 'yes'.

I'm tired of cartoons.

I'm tired of Levi watching WAY more TV than he should because I can't entertain him like I usually do.

I'm tired of not keeping the house as clean as I want.

I'm tired of not having the energy to get off the couch.

I'm tired of wearing the same velour outfits every day.

I'm tired of not being able to exercise or go on walks.

I'm tired of waking up every day hoping and praying that this is the day I start to feel a little better.

But...I have so much to be thankful for and things could be SO much worse.

Every day I wake up to the sweetest, most adorable little cutie pie and I smile and remember it will be worth it. My husband is helping as much as he can, when he can.

I was recently talking to a friend who's wife is pregnant and I was telling him how blessed she was to have him get up with their little girl each morning. He said, "It's the least we husbands can do for you pregnant women." Oh my, music to my ears. While John has been good to help he has never uttered words like that!! I shared that conversation with him and now...he says it all the time.

"Honey, will you bring me a new IV bag and flush?"

"John, would you make me some Rice?"

"John, would you get me some water?"

"John, would you go pee for me so I don't have to get up?"

John: "Its the least I can do for my pregnant wife."

AHHHHHHHH!! THAT makes me feel better!!

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Update on Me

I keep meaning to post new updates on how things are going but I keep putting it off. Since I last updated I have remained on the Zofran medicine pump and have been on and off the IV. Every time the nurse came to start an IV she had a very difficult time getting one started. About a month ago they had everything set up to have a PICC Line put in which I was fine with because then I wouldn't be poked extensively each time. However, after being on the IV for a few days I started to get extremely depressed. I don't sleep well because I have to pee every couple of hours, I also have to keep my arm in a particular position to protect the IV from infiltrating. I kind of had a freak out and called and begged them not to do the PICC Line. I started guzzling fluids to hydrate myself. Every morning I take a test to see how dehydrated I am, as well as, I weight myself every morning - I then have to report these to my nurses at Alere (home healthcare company) daily. The Zofran that I take doesn't work as well when you are dehydrated and I am not able to keep anything down when I get dehydrated - so it is important to stay on top of my hydration levels.

I have had an IV started 3 times since then. Last week they poked me 7 times to get it started. I have found a couple of people who are willing to come and watch Levi and help me keep the house in order a couple days a week so. This has been a huge blessing because I can rest like I need to. Motion makes me sicker. Having to be up cleaning or running after Levi takes its toll on my body - it is especially difficult when I have to go out of the house.

John just finished one of the houses he was flipping so he has been home to help me during the day as well. It has been amazing to have him around to help. Currently he is in Breckenridge snowboarding with a friend that is in town. I have had my sweet Andrea here to help me while he's been gone. I'm so happy he is up there - he deserves some fun!!

A nurse in coming today to restart on IV on me. I am severely dehydrated again. We continue to pray and believe that I will feel awesome soon. Anytime between 14-19 weeks is what we are expecting. Will you pray with us? It is very difficult with the IV pole and Levi. I get frustrated easily because the tubing gets caught on everything that sticks out and my pole is not easy to take with me. I had to put nails all over the house so that I have somewhere to hang the IV bag without my IV pole following me everywhere!!

On a bright note I found a 3d/4d Ultrasound business in town that will tell us the sex of the baby at 15 weeks! I am so excited and can hardly wait to find out! Normally we would have to wait until 19 weeks. It is a blessing to have that to look forward to in less than 2 weeks!!

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

New Seat Belt Law

Effective April 1, 2009, in ALL states. The National Highway Safety Council has done extensive testing on a newly designed seat belt.

Results show that accidents can be reduced by as much as 45% when the belt is properly installed. Correct installation is illustrated below.

Please pass on to family and friends. THIS MAY HELP SAVE A LIFE!

A bunch of my girl friends emailed me back telling me that this needs to be a mouth strap for the man...but the way I look at it, the mouth strap is forever whoever is in the passenger seat!!!

Monday, March 2, 2009

Good Reminder

This is so sweet.

Song for a Fifth Child.

Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo

The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.

The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.