Hang on to your hats folks - this is a long one.
I mentioned a couple of posts ago how it was our third anniversary. Usually we take a trip of some sort. For our first we went to San Antonio. Our second we went to Bartlesville/Tulsa and did some fun local stuff. This year, not wanting to get too far from home (and with me not being able to sit in the car for extended periods of time) we decided to just go to do Tulsa again.
Let me back up - my baby sister and her husband graduated from optometry school in Tahleqhah a couple of weekends ago. I am so proud of them! So, we packed up and headed for Tahlequah and went to their graduation a couple of Friday nights ago. Our plan was to stay there Friday night, head for Tulsa sometime on Saturday and do some shopping, have dinner, etc., and then stay at Hotel Ambassador Saturday night, and take our time getting home on Sunday. Everything went according to plan for the first part of the weekend. Graduation was great (and not too long!), we got a little shopping done, had dinner in Tulsa, and went to see the Backup Plan. We headed back to the hotel, decided what we wanted to have for our in room breakfast the next morning, and headed for bed.
Then the fun started. (And for those of you that just went "there" - get your mind out of the gutter.) About 4 a.m. I woke up with some cramps. I tried all the things you're supposed to try - drinking lots of water, lying on my left side, etc. Nothing worked. After an about hour, and a lot of trips to the bathroom, I decided it was time to call the dr. I woke Nathan up (sort of) and called the on-call dr. at my doctor's office. She said it was probably nothing serious BUT as sure as she told me to come back home and let them check me out, something would happen on the way and there is NOTHING between here and Tulsa. So, she suggested we head to the ER.
We cleared out of our hotel room at 5:15 a.m. and headed for St. Francis (because that's where my sister had all three of the girls and I knew they'd been pretty pleased with the care they got there). We arrived and of course the ER was BUSY. I thought to myself, "um, we are NOT going to sit in this waiting room with all of these coughing, sick people". We sat down to register and as soon as the girl figured out I was pregnant she sent me (via wheelchair of course) straight on up to L&D. After quite a while (20-30 minutes) they FINALLY got me to a room and hooked up to the monitors and sure enough, I was having contractions (which I hadn't thought I was because my belly wasn't getting tight like it does w/the Braxton Hicks).
Don't I look thrilled to be there? This was AFTER they'd determined that the problem was a bladder infection (turns out not drinking enough = not going to the bathroom enough = bladder infection = contractions) and that they were NOT going to have to take action to stop the contractions because they had stopped on their own. I didn't have to have an IV thank goodness, but they were pushing the fluids...see those cups on the tray? I had 2 more before I left. All the fluids and no food made me feel nauseous and so they brought me that little pink thing sitting on the tray...and let me tell you, they would have been in for an unpleasant surprise if I'd had to use that. When I get sick, I do it like I mean it!
They released me with an antibiotic and instructions to drink a LOT of water. We headed home, took naps, and just as we were getting ready to go pick up Kona from the vet, this happened:
That is hail. Looks like boatloads of Sonic ice raining out of the sky. We got LUCKY. People just a few blocks north of us got hail the size of softballs. People had car windows and even house windows and skylights broken out. Even now, two weeks later, you can still see damage everywhere.
I have figured out where this saying came from...if you've never seen a pregnant woman's feet up close, it's not pretty. At least not for about 75% of us (and of course I'm in that 75%). For at least the last two full months, maybe a little longer, my feet have been swelling. And not just a little. Normally if I flex my foot I can see the bones across the top of my foot...haven't seen those in weeks. I also have cankles. Besides being unattractive (at least I think my feet are unattractive right now, but my well-meaning friends say they look fine), it's pretty uncomfortable. It also makes wearing shoes a less than pleasant thing to do...thus the saying "barefoot and pregnant". (Disclaimer: I did not research this, I'm just saying, seems like the most likely explanation - with feet like this, who'd WANT to wear shoes???)
So, yesterday, I found my new favorite thing:
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These are my Chacos. I used to have a pair back when I worked on the ropes course (because that's what all the cool kids did) and somewhere along the way lost or gave them away. BIG mistake. I had forgotten how comfy they are. But the absolute best feature about these shoes (well, right behind the good arch support) is that the straps are adjustable so they accommodate fat feet (and in my case, my feet are fat as in puffy on top). Really, they're ideal because they'll fit now AND after Baby A makes his appearance and my feet return to their normal state (yes, I realize they may be a little longer but they certainly should not be puffier). Yay!
If you want some and live in the area, go see Nathan's cousin at Backwoods and she'll get you fitted. If you don't live in the area, I'm pretty sure my last pair came from Zappos.
(Is it sad that I just dedicated an entire post to sport sandals? I will try to post more this weekend - I have some crafting I'll post pics of and we will also be working on the baby's room so at some point I will get some pics of that up as well.
**UPDATE** As if there was any question how wonderful my husband is, the following happened at our childbirth class last weekend. We were watching the birth video (you know the one) and after all the "gross stuff" they show the mom holding the baby and the dad with his arm around the mom and they're both looking at the baby and the baby is just looking up at them, not crying, just looking like "Oh, so you're my parents. Cool." My sweet husband leans over and whispers to me "now THAT is the moment I'm waiting for." I just love him!
Three years ago today I married my very best friend ever! It's kind of strange, some days I feel like it was just yesterday and other days I feel like there's no way it's only been three years (I think probably because we've known each other for so long).
I am pretty sure he doesn't read this and will never know I'm saying these things, but I feel like I need to say them because I don't know that other people really appreciate what a fantastic man I'm married to.
I don't think there is a nicer guy out there. Nathan will do anything for me. I mean, as I type this he's sitting in the floor trying to figure out how to put an Uppercase Living saying on a board for the baby's room. He always does the laundry, and most of the time does the dishes (even though that's my chore). He's been nothing short of a saint while I've been pregnant, putting up with my crazy cravings (that of course change as soon as we've been to the store to stock up on the latest one), and my even crazier mood swings. He's put lotion on my feet, helped me put my pants on because I can't lean over far enough to lift my leg into them, rubbed my hands when they're hurting, and a gazillion other "little" things that have made my life easier for the last few months. And even before I was pregnant, he's always spoiling me. He's silly and makes me laugh. He can be serious when it's time to. He loves his family. I know I'm gushing but really, I am married to the most wonderful person EVER. I don't really feel like I will ever be able to say enough good things about him...
I'll stop now because it's getting close to (or past) my bedtime but, I want to share this. On the way to work this morning I heard this song on the radio and I think it fits perfectly (it's a great song - I highly recommend you go find it online and listen to it):
God Gave me You
by Dave Barnes
I’ve been a walking heartache
I’ve made a mess of me
The person that I’ve been lately
Ain’t who I wanna be
But you stay here right beside me
Watch as the storm goes through
And I need you
God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
For when I think I’ve lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it’s true
God gave me you
There’s more here than what were seeing
A divine conspiracy
That you, an angel lovely
Could somehow fall for me
You’ll always be love’s great martyr
Ill be the flattered fool
and I need you
God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
For when I think I’ve lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it’s true
God gave me you
On my own I’m only
Half of what I could be
I can’t do without you
We are stitched together
And what love has tethered
I pray we never undo
God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
For when I think I’ve lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it’s true
God gave me you, gave me you.
Gave me you.
That is hail. Looks like boatloads of Sonic ice raining out of the sky. We got LUCKY. People just a few blocks north of us got hail the size of softballs. People had car windows and even house windows and skylights broken out. Even now, two weeks later, you can still see damage everywhere.
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