Sunday, July 29, 2012

Olympic Babies

Since it's the trend so far, I'm making a rule that I can only give birth to my children during the Olympics.

Emma was born during Winter 2010 Olympics.
Liam will be born during these Summer 2012 Olympics.

That's pretty cool. Maybe they'll be amazing athletes when they grow up.

(On that note, Em & I were watching the women's USA gymnastics team trials and Emma said, "I cannot do that. I can do a somersault." She's so amazing.)

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Doctor Doctor, Give Me News...

Today was busy.

After all of our morning chores, breakfast, and the usual routine, Em and I hopped in the car and drove approximately 30 minutes to her rheumatology appointment. Everything is still looking great with her, so we're going to stick with our current plan and go in for her next check up in four months. Awesome!

On the way home we stopped at the Oakland Temple, because that's what we like to do. Emma loves to hear the big statue of Jesus "talk." Today we heard the recording in English and Greek, which was very exciting.

Once home, I made a delicious lunch of steamed broccoli and mac-n-cheese. We finished up with some raspberries and blueberries. Now, with both of us stuffed full and happy as can be, it was nearly nap time for Emma.

I settled her into bed and settled myself in front of this computer to do a little online shopping. The time has come to purchase the final items off of my baby registry with my gift cards. I love Target, but I was annoyed to discover that the 10% discount on "everything" left on my registry doesn't actually apply to everything. What the heck? Fine, I don't care at this point if I have to pay the full price for formula and shampoo, at least they qualified for free shipping. However, at checkout time the website informed me that I could only use up to four gift cards per transaction. I have seven gift cards! That doesn't seem very fair!

Oh well. With the purchase finally made, using gift cards and my credit card, my mom was at my house and it was time for me to leave again. Off I went to another doctor's appointment. This time I drove 30 minutes in a different direction to meet the OB/GYN who will be my surgeon and deliver my baby boy! She seems like a nice doctor and I got good vibes from her, so I trust that I'll be in good hands. Only fourteen days to go!

As soon as I got home it was time to scoot the kitchen table around and gather the needed dinner paraphernalia to feed the missionaries a delicious dinner of salad and pizza.

Now they're gone, the kid is bathed and singing to herself in bed, and I am documenting this day. I'm about ready for a shower and bedtime myself.

I might not look huge to you, but I'm a huge pregnant lady. Seriously. And huge pregnant ladies don't like driving around for two hours in one day. My back is sore and my rib hurts.

Blurry, but you get the idea.

Thursday, July 5, 2012

This is my 100th Post

I felt like I needed to write about something epic for my 100th post. I kept waiting for something spectacular to blog about but nothing too exciting came up. So, here's an ordinary update, for the 100th time.

I'm 27 days away from having a baby. That's really soon. Everything is falling into place, his belongings are washed and waiting. I've been nesting on and off like a crazy person and am almost ready to welcome my son into the world outside of my abdomen.

Speaking of my gut, I swear this child is going to be bigger than Emma. Let's compare pictures, shall we?

39 weeks 1 day w/ Em
34 weeks 4 days w/ Liam

The picture on the left shows me on Emma's birthday. The one on the right was taken five days ago. I'm huge this time, right? Well, I think I am bigger now than I was on the day I delivered Em. Despite my abnormal uterus and doctors' warnings about low birth weights and premature deliveries, Emma was born a healthy 7 pounds 4 ounces. Kid #2 has a little more room in the womb than Emma did because the bottom of my septum is no longer in tact. I feel him stretching (and punching/kicking) areas of my body that Em never dared to reach. He must be bigger. I'm guessing he'll reach at least 8 pounds, but we shall see. Should we start a poll?

In other news, Em is doing magnificently. She's great at sleeping in her twin bed, except that she fell out last night. Oops. She's still feeling fine and seems pain free on the lower dose of mtx, but since that drug takes several weeks to take effect, it takes several weeks to know if a dose change made a difference or not. I'll keep watching for evil arthritis.

Emma and I watched a video this morning that was taken last summer. Instead of seeing my beautiful, little girl playing at the water park, all I could see was her swollen right knee and her hobbling limp. It made me cry. Mom says I cried because I'm pregnant, and maybe that's true. However, I think it's more than hormones. I will always grieve over the pain caused by Emma's illness. I will always fear it's recurrence. I will always rejoice over her magnificent strength and current medicated remission.

I will continue to do my best to raise awareness and funds to help research Juvenile Arthritis treatments and a cure. Emma is one of the lucky ones, and God only knows how long this lucky spell will last. If it weren't for her quick diagnosis and speedy, aggressive treatment, we might not be where we are today. I want other kids to have the results Emma has enjoyed, so I'm going to keep on talking about JA. 

My big girl refusing to smile.