You Know It's A Bad One...

You know it's a bad one...

-when you can smell her aroma from more than 4 feet away. For example, when driving and can smell her in the backseat. Not like that has ever happened to me before...as in today.

-when she screams the, "I have acid poo on my behind!" cry.

-when you can feel the wetness penetrating her 3 layers of clothing...to her shoulders.

-when you wish you could gown and glove up for the diaper changing procedure.

-when you lay down a protective layer FOR your diaper changing pad.

-when you don't dare wash any of your other clothes with the affected garments.

-when you wish you could do a surgical scrub AFTER the diaper changing procedure.

-when it is so memorable you can write an entire blog post about it.

A

Random Hospital Chatter...

We are just now getting the finalized hospital bills from Lil Chick's hospitalization. Apparently it racks up quite a tab. YEOWCH. However, we are feeling thankful that insurance is paying a good chunk of it.

Here is some random hospital chatter floating through my brain:

The hospital food was not super great. Now. I am a VERY unpicky eater. I'll eat most anything and say it isn't too bad. However, the food left much to be desired. Enter Becky, my cousin in law. She is a Registered Dietitian at the hospital and gave me some huge insider tips on what I could order on my meal trays. Every day I had a huge Naked juice smoothie, a vanilla or chocolate milkshake, protein bars, fresh fruit, fresh side salad and either a grilled cheese sandwich or Club sandwich. The nurses always said to me, "You have the BEST meal trays!". Hee hee hee.

Over the course of the 16ish days spent in the hospital I consumed close to 20 Club sandwiches. They we SO good! Really. They were. I would look forward to my lunch and a movie. When you're on bed rest in the hospital there's not much to look forward to. Eating and blood draws...woot it up! Apparently Club sandwiches were very exciting for me.

We had some amazing nurses, both in Labor and Delivery and the Pediatric unit. I felt comfortable in their care. The L&D nurses kept trying to recruit me, but I said I wanted to be lazy for awhile. Make pies and grow a garden. That sort of thing.

There really is no limit to how many Sudoku puzzles you can do in a row. I did so many of them my eyes started blurring.

One of my Obstetricians took pity on me in my laptopless state, and brought his personal Macbook in for me to use. GLORY. I wrote two posts before heading downhill.

That very same Obstetrician delayed a scheduled C Section so I could get my epidural. Once again...GLORY. Dr. M you are my friend for life.

When Lil Chick was in the hospital I still had bruises up and down my arms from my own hospitalization. I felt quite battered both physically and emotionally.

I realized that despite the dire circumstances we were in, I still felt very comfortable in the medical environment. I felt competent and sharp. Weird huh? Especially since right now I feel fuzzy and dull. But that's because I'm in a post chocolate chip consumption coma.

And of course, my family and friends love me. They showed love by visiting, calling, praying, cooking, cleaning, babysitting, loving on Bubbalu when I couldn't, shopping & returning, more praying, mocha delivering, hugging & crying, emailing, gift gifting, yet more praying and telling me they love me.

But they didn't have to tell me they love me. I already knew. It was shown to me over and over again.

And I love you all right back.

A

Tomato Milk...

For all you breastfeeding Mamas out there, have you ever had to severely restrict your diet or eliminate a certain food because it caused issues?

I know breastmilk is often 'flavored' from the foods you eat, ex. garlic, and is seen as an introduction of sorts for the baby to get used to the normal diet of the family. Neat huh?

However, I have noticed with Lil Chick (Bubbalu had this too) that whenever I eat a tomato based sauce she is extra fussy and has a hard time settling down for her naps and bedtime. So I've been trying to remember to back off on tomato.

Here is a neat link with a Q & A about foods nursing mothers should and should not eat, with scientific (evidence based) answers. They even addressed my tomato issue:

Can acidic foods that mom eats be "too acid" for baby?

No. Acidic foods like citrus, tomatoes, etc. can not change the acidity of breastmilk.

And I understand that, but it doesn't hurt me to avoid something that may or may not be causing Lil Chick some distress.

So, being the good Mom that I am, I was all confused why Lil Chick was SO unsettled Monday evening...until I remember I ate an ENTIRE can of Tomato soup for lunch...

DOH!

A

Boppy Talk....

As a nursing Mama, my Boppy pillows are essential for comfort. Yes, pillows. I have two. I bought them off craigslist for $15 bucks prior to Bubbalu's birth and washed the snot out of them. (NO not literal snot, I'm just using it as an analogy. )

I used one in Bubbalu's nursery and kept one for use in the living room. They are also useful for propping the babes up whilst Mama showers and beautifies as demonstrated below:



This time around I was pining after the Boppy pillow that matches the crib set I picked out, as it is beautiful and wonderfully cute. (On a completely random note, I saw this Boppy in the background on an episode of 'House'. I was very excited to have identified it, but Lance failed to see the brilliance of it.)

Alas, the designer Boppy cost $49.99 and I had to give up the dream. Still, here's the pic of it so you can see what I'm talking about:



'Tis beautiful, no?

So, as I have written about before, I sewed my own 2 Boppy covers from pink and white polka dot flannel fabric I had laying around.

Remember?



And yes, the new covers are holding up well and are pleasant enough to look at. Actually, they are adorable and I'm pleased as punch about them.

So I was just scanning around Walmart's baby website just playing around when I found an interesting Boppy pillow...

And I have just one question.

Will someone please tell me why this Boppy is wearing underwear?



Hmmmm...

A

Orange Babies...

Lil Chick had some serious jaundice issues. She was Mama's little pumpkin...literally. She was tested daily for 2 weeks to watch her bilirubin levels, but thankfully dodged the lights.

Bubbalu was also quite jaundiced but didn't dodge the lights. So, I guess I can say I make pipsqueak orange children.

Here Bubbalu is in all his phototherapy glory:



He looks like a blue string bean to me. A blue string bean that wears eye protection and a diaper.

Here's my orange daughter at six days old:



Hmmm, that pic really doesn't do her orangeness justice. How bout this one?



See? However, my winter pastyness doesn't help matters any.

Her tinge lasted a good three-ish weeks, and was actually the reason why I suspected she was sick the morning she was admitted to the hospital for a week. Her skin tone looked normal. As in normal for me in January, my winter pastyness. The docs said it was a good thing I caught it early, a few more hours and she could have really been struggling. SO scary for me to think about. Thank the Lord I was watching her closely and noticed something was up.

Ah Lil Chick, despite your color, your Mama sure loves you:



A

It's Just A REALLLLY Long Scarf..

While on bed rest I really didn't panic about the whole labor and delivery aspect of having a baby. What really caused me to break out in a glistening cold sweat was the thought of having another colicky infant.

Unless you have had a colicky child you have NO idea what those babies are like. What the parents go through. There should be some sort of public recognition for surviving a colicky infant. Maybe a nice local newspaper article? :

Lance and Amanda have survived the colic phase of their son, Bubbalu, who is now 6 months old. We extend our sincere sympathies as well as applaud their extraordinary parenting skills, superb psychological steadfastness and tremendous infant intuition. We praise them for not going completely insane and thank them for withholding extraneous complaints regarding this chapter of their lives. Donations may be made at any local bank to the 'Amanda Believes In Shopping Therapy' Fund.

I think it has a nice ring to it.

Bubbalu was the colic king for quite a few months, so I consider myself an authority on soothing and coping with colicky/extremely fussy babies.

My favorite soothing tool I used for Bubbalu was the Moby Wrap. It's basically a really long piece of fabric (like a scarf) that you can wrap around your body in different configurations so your baby can be carried around hands-free in a snug and ergonomic fashion. It's kinda confusing to put it on the first few times but once you have it down, you're golden.

It's a huge relief to have your hands free to do dishes, fold laundry, clean the house....hee hee hee, who am I kidding!? It makes blogging with a newborn easy and possible. Lil Chick is snuggled in the Moby as we speak...write...type...whatever.

Lil Chick does not have colic. Her personality falls in between the normal and mellow category. I consider it a HUGE gift from God that she is a calm baby, especially after dealing with our month of chaos in which I hit rock bottom.

I actually kind of feel I am now getting my postpartum rest. However, I laughed out loud after reading in a pregnancy book, 'during the first two to three weeks postpartum you should be resting more often than not'.

Uh huh. Right.

Lil Chick does well in the Moby and I can even go out for a nice long walk. See? Here's Lil Chick in the Moby wrap on a jaunt to the park:



See Bubbalu in the top right of the pic? He loves playing at the park and Mommy loves how tired he gets after the park.

I'm no math whiz, but check THIS problem out:

Trip to the park + eating a big lunch after we get home = LOOONNNGG nap.

Priceless.

Anyone else have/had colicky infants? Any favorite infant survival tips?

A

Check out more ways to carry a baby from other Mamas at Adventures In Babywearing.

Hitting Rock Bottom...

Lil Chick came home from the hospital last week Tuesday.

I cannot describe how great it felt to come home and resettle after spending a week in the hospital. My own bed! My own kitchen! No cords or tubes attached to Lil Chick! Unlimited sleep!

OK, let's get real, there is no such thing as unlimited sleep with a newborn. However, there is a HUGE difference between stumbling groggily to the nursery to feed a starving newborn vs. being awoken by alarms and personnel at all hours of the night. Granted, the alarms and frequent checks were necessary for Lil Chick, but did not promote rest.

I am no stranger to sleep deprivation. I did 12 hour night shifts and pride myself on being able to stay awake and lucid when need be.

So despite getting up every three to four hours at night to feed Lil Chick, I am feeling SUPER compared to the rest I was getting in the hospital.

I managed to handle spending four days and nights in the hospital with only one quick 2 hour 'run home to shower and grab stuff' break before I cracked.

I hit rock bottom.

Lil Chick was on a 4 hour inconsolable crying spree and I got to the point where I could not cope one minute longer. I was getting angry and was afraid of myself.

The last month has wiped me out. A high risk pregnancy culminating with a week of intensive hospitalization and a scary delivery, five days after delivery driving across the state to a destination wedding, a uncharacteristically sick and crabby 2 yr old, food poisoning (oh yes, I got food poisoning one week postpartum), daily heel pokes for Lil Chick, a sick husband, pest invasion in our brand new home (eww!) forcing our eviction on Christmas Eve Eve and the subsequent laundering of every shred of clothing/bedding/fabric in our entire house, the normal hustle and bustle of celebrating Christmas and then ending with my sweet baby in the hospital.

I called my husband sobbing at 11pm and said I couldn't cope one second longer. Those four days in the hospital I was experiencing intense sleep deprivation and actually losing my mind. The phrase, "I can't think or see straight" is accurate. My mind was jumbled and I couldn't focus my vision. I had flashbacks of Bubbalu screaming for hours on end in colicky bouts and started to panic.

The funny thing is, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was failing somehow, that I was supposed to be able to handle it all by myself and STOP FREAKING OUT ALREADY! I kept thinking to myself, "suck it up princess, think about what parents of terminally ill children have to go through! You're being a complete wimp".

Lil Chick's nurse came in right after I made my call for help and we discovered that her IV was causing her pain. While the nurse was checking her IV she shrieked and dug her heels into the bed and arched her back. She continued shrieking until the IV was taken out and I could hold her. Just thinking about it now makes me cry.

Lance and my Mom came that night to rescue me. They performed a necessary intervention and took me home to get some sleep while my Mom stayed with Lil Chick.

Leaving her was the hardest thing I've ever done.

I am crying as I write this and continue to fight against that feeling of being selfish, of not being able to handle it, of failure. How I left my sweet baby to get some sleep. What kind of mother does that?

I slept for 2 nights and spent a few hours with Bubbalu, who I was missing intensely (and had another ear infection). I spent the last few days with Lil Chick in the hospital before coming home last Tuesday.

Her hospitalization already feels like it happened months ago. That it might have just been a bad dream.

What has this taught me? I've learned that I can't do it all by myself. I CAN'T cope. I DIDN'T cope. Only through God folks, only through God. It is easy to say that you lean on Christ, but when chaos and pain slaps you in the face again and again? Not so easy.

I am writing this because it is real, it happened, it is my life. I know I normally keep my posting on a lighter note, but this was my reality.

Our family is now in a time of healing: mentally, emotionally and physically. We crave pattern and routine and are looking to see what our new definition of 'normal' is.



We are in love with our sweet baby girl. She is growing like a weed and doing great. Her Mama has been pleasantly surprised by how well she sleeps and her lack of fussing and crying. Bubbalu is sweet to her (for now!) and calls her 'baby sithster'.

We are blessed.

A

Psalm 121

I lift up my eyes to the hills -
where does my help come from?

My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot slip -
He who watches over you will not slumber;

indeed, He who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.

The LORD watches over you -
the LORD is your shade at your right hand;

the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.

The LORD will keep you from all harm -
He will watch over your life;

the LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forever more.

In The Hospital...Again...

Well, we are back in the hospital again; this time I am not the patient. The patient is our lovely little lady, Emmy. I took her in on Tuesday the 30th after noticing some irregular breathing, heart rate and color changes. Not things you want to see in your baby.

She is currently on IV antibiotics and monitoring to make sure her vital signs stay normal. She does NOT have RSV, but the doctors suspect a bacterial infection of some sort.

We rang in the new year sleeping on separate cots under the lights and blinking of monitors. Not quite the way I pictured our New Year's celebration.

Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers. Pray for a quick recovery for Emmy and for strength, patience and rest for her Mommy and Daddy.

A

She Has Arrived!!!

I see that my last post was Sunday December 7th. I was going a LETTLE nuts that day. Would have been nice to know I was delivering in 2 days. I might have been a tad more relaxed.

So here goes...

Monday the 8th I had an ultrasound which showed our little girl was not growing well at all. She went from the 18% to less than 10% in two weeks...NOT GOOD. So, they decided to induce me.

Then ensued a brouhaha over the state of my IV and the possiblities of any IV access. I am normally a very vascularly blessed person. Phlebotomists LUV me. However. Thanks to the pre-eclampsia my vessels were less than cooperative. Let's just say I'll have the bruises for a few more weeks.

The day proceeded without much fuss and they decided since things weren't moving along they would give me a sleeping pill and start afresh in the morning.

Anyone have Ambien before??? Me either. I'm SOLD. I've doled it out many a time to patients on hospital bedrest but had never tried it myself. No side effects, and NO drowsyness. I was very pleased.

So, Tuesday morning I woke up refreshed, got yet ANOTHER IV (why not, the bruising really should be bilateral, right?) and we got ready for a more eventful day. First off I got a lovely epidural from a stellar anesthesiologist (my OB's wanted to keep my blood pressure down during labor, which meant NO PAIN...um...OK!). I was 4 cm so I had my OB pop my bag, then took a short 20 min rest time and was ready to deliver. Woot woot!

I huffed and puffed until my OB arrived and Emmy was born a short 15 minutes later:



She was whisked away rather quickly for evaluation as she was not tolerating labor all that nicely near the end. She recovered well and weighed in at a whopping 5 lbs 2 oz. I know, HUGE huh? What can I say, I make pipsqueak children.

Mama is relieved her baby girl is OK:



Papa is proud:



And Emmy better get used to being kissed:



Bubbalu is not quite sure why Mama is holding a baby:



But check it out! We now have a daughter:



Merry Christmas to everyone...

A

Mandatory Lazying...

For those of you wondering where in tarnation I've taken off to...

We had a lovely family Thanksgiving with Lance's family where I didn't have to lift a finger...because if I did try to help I got yelled at to return promptly to my bed rest throne (aka big overstuffed chair with ottoman). My MIL even pushed my bed rest throne up to the table so I could dine in complete comfort and please my doctors at the same time.

We managed to go and get our very first real Christmas tree on Sunday. I stayed in the car and read the paper after giving strict instructions to Lance and my MIL. Can I just say they did a GREAT job at picking a tree!? Kudos to Lance for resisting the urge to purchase the automatic tree watering system and to my FIL for sharing his apple cider with Bubbalu.

Pictures to come at a later date...

Over the weekend and into Monday I didn't feel so great. I got rather puffy...think sausage toes, squishy feet and marshmallow-ish face. LOVELY. Also started seeing stars and getting frequent throbbing headaches. Kinda scary. Off to the doctor on Tuesday the 2nd, where she took one look at me and ordered me to the hospital for bed rest.

And that is where I've been, at the hospital on bed rest, awaiting the delivery of our little girl. We don't know when delivery will be, which provides a fun constant source of nervous anticipation, hope and stress.

Our Bubbalu is having the time of his life, not at all traumatized with his Mommy being in the hospital. Both sets of Grandparents have lovingly opened their homes to him and like I already said, he's not exactly traumatized.

More than likely he won't want to return home once Mama gets all better and Baby Sister arrives. Mama is SO boring compared to doting Grandma's, Grandpa's, Aunties and Uncles.

He apparently is learning his letters, shapes, colors and new words, how to dance to 'Rocking Around The Christmas Tree', got to go on his inaugural swim in the cooled down hot tub, and is currently with Daddy, Uncle Alec and Mommy's parents watching the town lighted parade.

How can I compare to THAT!?

Like I said, coming home might be boring for him.

Although it is hard for me to be the patient instead of the OB Nurse, I am getting used to this mandatory lazying. I am viewing these last few weeks as prime baby incubator time and 'catch up on sleep and be rested for when I have a newborn' time.

Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers, I will try to keep you posted...

A

Bedrest!?

I mean, I like to sleep and lay around, but COME ON! This is not easy folks!

As of Thursday, I have officially been put on doctor prescribed bed rest. Our baby girl is needing her Mama to lay around and give her the best chance to grow big and strong. And yes, I have been trying to behave.

However, it is really hard to turn off the 'super mommy' mentality and instantly turn into an dependant couch potato. Especially with Christmas just around the corner....and with a (nearly) 2 year old running around. And I DO mean running. Not to mention the ever increasing to-do list that we all have in our head...Christmas cards, dishes, Bubbalu 2yr birthday party, Christmas shopping, laundry, prepare nursery, feed toddler, laundry, wrap Christmas gifts, finish baby quilt, etc. You get the point.

Let's just say I don't like losing control.

Let's also just say I don't like to depend on others.

Let's continue in saying that maybe God is trying to teach me some patience?

Will keep you updated...

A

Baby Girl Quilt Episode Three...

Alright, we've finished piecing the quilt top...



and liking the result:



Time to make a sandwich. No, not peanut butter and jelly, a quilt sandwich. The top layer, batting and a backing. Lay them all out on the ground, smoothing to perfection, and safety pin all the layers together...



Time to actually start the quilting. Basically, that means tacking all layers of the sandwich together.

I machine quilt because I am not a patient person by nature, and hand quilting just does NOT appeal to me. Yeah yeah yeah, I know that means I don't quilt for real, but that's OK. I quilt because I enjoy it.

A

Baby Girl Quilt Episode Two...

The quilt top in progress...



Soft pink flannel and white circles...can it get any more girly than that?



And my trustworthy sewing buddy, who has to be convinced to stay on HIS side of the bonus room:



He is holding a plastic orange, and there is a plastic leaf of lettuce in his long apron because, you know, why not put lettuce in your pocket?

A

Baby Girl Quilt Episode One...

Every well made quilt starts with a pattern. OK, first an idea, then a pattern. A pattern that actually uses measurements. And remember, always measure twice, cut once. Watch out though, rotary cutters are vicious.



All the pieces laying on my floor. We'll just call it the "Design Phase". My entire bonus room is in a perpetual "design phase" of 2 or 18 crafts at once.



Yep, I'm liking how this is turning out...



Time to start piecing it together...

A

Craigslist Rocks...

I was having a hard time finding a not too girly car seat that wasn't too boyish. Did that make any sense? I don't want ALL pink and ALL flowers, but I didn't want (like) the gender neutral patterns.

I DID know I wanted a Graco SnugRide, as we used one before with Bubbalu and loved it. Plus, it is a Consumer Reports Best Buy. Sounds good to me.

So I'm a strolling through a baby superstore a month or so ago and see an adorable pattern that is PERFECT. Chocolate brown with some pink and hint of sticks.

I am a girl who loves some sticks.

Here it is:



The Cherry Blossom line from Graco.

Perfect! OK, let's go pick up the car seat and we're done shopping for the day.
What's that you say? You CAN'T buy the car seat alone? You need the entire travel system? Uh, I already own a perfectly capable stroller, thank you very much!

Enter Craigslist.

I searched around hoping that someone might have fallen in love with the travel system but no longer needed just the car seat.

I DO realize that my chances were slim...

But guess what? I FOUND IT. I think I jumped up and down and embarrassed the neighbor with my victory dance in the front office room, but that's OK by me.

Check it out:



Ahhh, it STILL makes me smile. Less than 9 months old, in SUPER shape, a GREAT deal, no car accidents, all manuals and papers with it and...

...drumroll please...

the matching swing that was ALSO less than 9 months old, in SUPER shape, a GREAT deal, no car accidents (although a swing in a car accident would just be weird) and all manuals and papers included with it!



And yes, I did need a swing. I didn't just cave in because it's cute. I had borrowed one when Bubbalu was a baby and was in need of one for this little girl.

Don't you just love a good deal? Should I also brag about my new boots that I got for $20 that are originally priced at $79?

No? Too much for today? OK, maybe later...

A

ANOTHER Precious New Bundle!!!

Discover The O'Neill Brothers!

I know I'm late to get this posted, but I want to give a huge inter-shout-out to Nat n Megs, the proud new owners (parents) of our newest nephew, Skyler Sean...



Catching a quick snooze with Papa:



Skyler Sean was welcomed into this world 9/21/08 weighing in at 5lbs 8.5 oz. He is adorable and sweet, isn't he? Who wouldn't want to take this precious monkey home?



Congrats Nat n Megs, we love you! Welcome to the world Skyler! We're working on growing you another cousin to play with!

A

A Precious New Bundle...

We are delighted to announce the arrival of a brand new nephew!

Clint and Laura welcomed Levi Matthew (their third boy) on Friday morning weighing in at 9lbs 2oz and measuring 21 inches long.

Discover Pavel Bereslavtsev (violin), Yevgeni Talisman (piano)!

Who wouldn't LOVE to cuddle that cute little man!? Caleb and Micah were already busy teaching him how to be a boy. They gave him quite a few smooches too, just to make sure that he knew they loved him.

SO adorable.

Congratulations Clint and Laura!!!

A

Sugar & Spice...

...and everything nice, that's what little girls are made of.

Apparently I've been consuming A LOT of sweets, because we are having a baby girl! We we shocked to find out last week during our ultrasound that we will be parents of a girl. We thought it was a boy. We REALLY thought it was a boy. But no, the ultrasonographer gave us a 99.9% chance of a girl.

A sweet little baby girl.

Amanda's having a GIRL. See? I'm still in shock.

What will I do with a girl? I have NO idea what to expect. We are living in the land of boys. We thought our all access pass to boy land was one that was non-changeable and non-refundable. This baby girl will have 4 older boy cousins and an older brother to torment her.

She'd better be feisty.

I went out and bought the very first pink thing with flowers I could get my hands on. A cute five pack of onesies. Then my Mom and my Mother-In-Law went out and bought the very first girly things they could get their hands on.

I felt kind of lost in the baby girl section of the store, mostly because I have never been to the other side.

I kind of like the other side.

In honor of finding out that we will be welcoming a baby girl, I got bit. Meaning, I got bit by the sewing bug. I have long wanted to sew for a little girl. Dresses, skirts and rompers, "oh my"!

Here's what I whipped together this evening:

You can't tell from the pics, but it is an adorable denim with "jean-type" buttons down the back. I made the pattern off of a 9 month onesie, and left the back straps unsewn to fit when this little girl can wear it. I am guessing it will be perfect for next summer.

Lance about had a fit when I wondered out loud if Bubbalu could be my model.

I littered the floor of our bonus room with 10-15 fabric cuts awaiting my sewing machine and creativity to strike again.

Maybe the sewing bug will be in a biting mood during Bubbalu's nap time tomorrow...

A

Life With A Toddler...

Sometimes I think my child is exceptionally brilliant. Other times...not so much.

Bubbalu was having a full conversation on the phone with himself this morning, which made me smile. He had all the different facial expressions down and everything. Too cute. Then we read some books and he pointed out everything I asked him to find.

Oh so brilliant, right!?

Then a few minutes later I turn around and he's trying to eat diaper cream right from the tube.

Life with a toddler...

A

Onions Anyone?

Guess what I learned I may have at my OB appointment this past Thursday?

Oniomania.

Definition: for the compulsive desire to shop, more commonly referred to as shopping addiction or shopaholism.

I though it had to do with an obsessive need to eat onions. Which a certain brother-in-law of mine suffers from (you know who you are!).

And though I greatly like to shop, I usually don't purchase anything. What's the term for that? Noncommittoniomaia? Windowshoppyicism? CompulsoI'mjustlooking?

While waiting for my appointment to start my always entertaining husband picked up a Taber's Medical Dictionary and started quizzing me on medical terminology just for fun. Cause what else are you going to do while waiting for your appointment to start. Read a pamphlet about peri-menopausal symptoms or painful urination?

Anyways, we got to see our new little peanut wiggling around on the ultrasound screen, bringing bright smiles to our faces. I learned I need my blood drawn again, bringing a sad scowl to my face.

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