Red Pencil Diaries

Well. I didn’‘t sleep much last night. We went to bed at 10 pm, and we got up at 4 am. We had to be at the hospital at 5:30! I had my cerclage done at Norton’’s Suburban hospital in the surgery center. It was really a nice place and the people were so caring.

At 7:30, I got wheeled off to the OR. I was super scared and nervous. But the only pain I felt was a brief sting from the shot they gave me to numb my back for the spinal block. Once I got my spinal, it worked quickly and it’’s so weird to feel your legs moving, but to know that someone is moving them for you!

It took awhile for them to set up, give me my spinal, let it take effect, and then prep me. The actual cerclage procedure took only about 15 minutes, then about 5 or 10 minutes for clean up and moving me from the table to my bed. Then I got wheeled to a recovery room for about an hour, then they took me back to the surgery center’’s outpatient care area where I waited for several hours for my legs to regain feeling.

I started moving my legs pretty early, but when I was finally able to get up and move, my butt was still numb! It was difficult to walk, but with Dave’’s help, I was able to move around. We checked out around 11:45 am, and Dave bought me some Wendy’’s b/c I hadn’‘t eaten anything since the evening before!

We napped quite awhile today and I’‘m still feeling tired and groggy. I’‘m a bit sore, but nothing major. I’‘m gonna take it easy for a few days. But I feel fairly positive and hopeful right now. I hope I’‘m able to keep that feeling.

Ok. It’’s Friday. I’‘m being lazy (what’’s new), and I’‘m bored.

Well, I’‘ve made it to the second trimester of my pregnancy. Yay me! I’‘m excited and totally scared outta my wits. I’‘m only 5 weeks away from the point I was when I lost the baby last year. And I’‘m just over a week away from having my cerclage placed. Once I get the cerclage, I’‘m hoping I’‘ll feel more at ease. But I can’‘t be sure. I think I’‘ll still be totally freaked out until I get past the 18/19 week mark.

I’‘ve also been having awful nightmares lately. Sometimes about losing the baby, sometimes other things. But I wake up, can’‘t get back to sleep, and then feel so tired and grumpy the next day it’’s not funny. I try to nap on days after I don’‘t get sleep, but sometimes I still can’‘t sleep. I know later in the pregnancy, I’‘ll have worse problems, but I wish I could sleep better now. Oh, and having to wake up two or three times a night to go pee isn’‘t fun either—and I know that’‘ll get worse as well.

I’‘m feeling a nap coming on. Maybe I’‘ll try to grab a few winks. Then again, if I stay awake, maybe I’‘ll sleep better tonight. yawn

I’‘ve also had a rather short temper lately. And I just have no patience for stupid or slow people. Maybe this is a result of my sleep loss. Or maybe it’’s just raging hormones. I’‘m glad Dave can just shrug it off. But I honestly can’‘t control it sometimes. I just have an overwhelming urge to curse at people. I need to curb that urge or we’‘ll have the worst potty mouthed kids! Oh my…

The Stupid Store: Pregnant Woman Keychain

I’‘m disturbed, yet intrigued by this one. You can “deliver” the baby from the plastic pregnant woman torso. I want one of these. It’’s just strange enough to be interesting. Or maybe I’‘m just tired.

The Stupid Store: Harriet Tubman Action Play Set

After perusing stupid.com for a bit, I finally found it: The one collectible I don’‘t think John owns yet. LOL Harriet Tubman action figure! Wow. I gotta see how much this one costs… It sure beats the Sigmund Freud bobblehead and the Mr. Mouthy Mouth.

Stupid.Com – Stupid Gifts, Dumb Toys, Crazy Candy

I saw a tidbit about this site on the Unwrapped show on FoodTV. They have all kinds of stupid products and stuff. Kind of worth checking out.

This evening at around 6 pm, Dave and I are going to The Gardens for the prize drawings for people who had gold Pegasus pins. I had one (well, Dave and I had one, but we registered it in my name), and if you’‘re present at the drawing and your name gets drawn for a prize, you win a bonus $1,000.

So today, I’‘m feeling lucky. I guess I have a lot to feel lucky about, though. I’‘ve decided that this baby I’‘m carrying is our “miracle” baby since we got pregnant so quickly and I’‘m so determined to do everything in my power to make it through this pregnancy—that makes me feel lucky. Lucky to even have a chance to have this baby. Some people don’‘t even get a chance for that. And I feel lucky to have the best husband in the whole world. He watches out for me, has been practically rebuilding our house, works full time, and lets me stay at home to rest and have our baby.

So maybe today we will get lucky and have our name drawn for a prize. But even if we don’‘t, I’‘ll still feel lucky. Despite all the “challenges” Dave and I have gone through over the years, we are lucky to have found each other.

So after the traumatic baby-in-the-car incident, the clouds came rolling in. In usual fashion, my Dad goes out on the front porch to take a smoke break and watch the storm. My brother, brother-in-law, and Dave go out with him while the grill heats up on the back deck.

The rest of us are sitting in the living room when the loudest clap of thunder (or so we thought) hits, and suddenly the house goes black. There was a really loud POP, followed by the guys running in to tell us that lightning had hit something on the side of the house. Once the rain and lightning slows, they see pieces of bark from our neighbors tree embedded all over our yard—some pieces end up over in our driveway in the back yard.

Apparently the lightning travelled to the transformer and ended up entering our house through the cable line (on the same pole next to the tree). We ended up losing a phone (with answering machine), cable modem, router, and Dave’’s server. Our main phone line was out for two days.

Dave and I always seem to have such great luck. I guess it could have been much worse. But Saturday was a very stressful day. I ended up with a migraine on Sunday, and I’‘m just now feeling back to normal again. Although I’‘m still feeling kinda queasy—but that was normal for me anyway. Let’’s hope this weekend goes better. We’‘re supposed to have a yardsale on Saturday.

On Saturday, I should have known that the day would go downhill when I woke up, ran to the bathroom, and proceeded to puke until I was dry heaving.

After taking Dave to the eye doctor at 9:30 am (waaaay too early for an eye exam on a Saturday in my opinion, but the only appointment he could get), we headed to Sam’’s warehouse to purchase some goodies b/c my family was coming over to cookout and watch the Derby. After, we frantically cleaned up the house and then my family arrived. My mom and Dad arrived first, followed by my sister and brother-in-law, who were driving a newish, unfamiliar car they bought from his brother, a 2003 Ford Focus.

My brother-in-law jumped out in a hurry and closed his door—without grabbing the keys. My sister jumped out and hit the button on her door, then shut it—only to realize that they had locked their food and my 10 month old nephew in the car. At first, Evan laughed and clapped—he thought it was hilarious that he was still in the car. We proceeded to gather the coat hanger and I went to call Pop-A-Lock. I got put on hold twice. Then the dispatcher informed me (after I had frantically told her FOUR times that we had a BABY locked in the car), that they were “backed up and couldn’‘t come.”

So I cursed at her, hung up, and called 911. After nearly 15 more minutes, and no cops showed up yet (by this time, it’’s been a good 20 minutes that Evan was in the car), and since everyone in the family is around the car trying to pry open windows and bust the trunk lock, he started to get upset and fuss. The phone rings, it’’s a guy from Pop-A-Lock who now informs me that since it’’s a BABY locked in the car, he could be there in 25 MINUTES. I proceeded to curse at him and tell him that he was of NO HELP and that I was pretty sure that a BABY locked in a car was more important than someone’’s keys in the trunk. He just said that was the “best he could do.” At which point I yelled at him that I was going to report the Jeffersonville Pop-A-Lock to the national company for lack of attention to an emergency. I hung up on him.

At this point, my sister is freaking out, so they decide to bust out the small window on the other side of the backseat. They do, she reaches in, cuts her arm a bit, and unlocks the car. Evan is fine. They then attempt to get into the trunk, only to find that this model of Focus only allows you to pull down the seats FROM the inside of the trunk, and by now they’‘d screwed up the lock on the trunk and it wouldn’‘t open. So they had to bust the trunk lock. I called 911 back and cancelled the call.

About five minutes after that, Evan is in the house playing with my nephew Tommy, the phone rings AGAIN. It’’s the Pop-A-Lock guy again telling me that he could probably get there sooner if we needed him to. I cursed at him again, told him that we’‘d already broken out a window and the baby was out. And I told him again that I was going to report them. He hung up on me.

Now I just need to figure out who I need to report them to. Hmmm.