random moanings

argh.
without going into gory details, I can now proclaim that I have FOR SURE surpassed all the cleaning up of bodily function messes in my career as wife and mom, than I did in all my years working in various arenas of patient care/health care.
If I never see any more poo tinkle or puke, I will be just fine with that.

and yet... I have a new baby on the way and even though I'm such a hippy that I do EC, I know I will indeed be dealing with a whole new round of the aforementioned messes. And I wouldn't trade it for anything.

But really, we are already 6.5 people with 1.5 bathrooms (and really the .5 bath doesn't count, it's upstairs in a closet by Dean's room, no one else uses it)... do I HAVE to add tummy aches to the mix?
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I'm 24 weeks. That's over halfway, but not really anywhere near the end. Last night heartburn set in with a vengance. This morning I am craving salt so badly that I just licked the salt (and threw away the soggy chip) off of half a bag of tortillas. I'm pretty sure when I go for my next checkup, the scale will NOT be my friend. Something about the large portion of chocolate fudge chunk icecream that followed my salt-licking frenzy.

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Joy skipped her nap yesterday. She has been trying to do this occasionally, but it usually doesn't work, or if she does make it too late in the day, I just make her stay up and then put her to bed super early. The little rascal didn't go down until after 9:30 last night!!! With no nap!!! That is simply not good. NOooooooooooo! She is my nappingest baby yet and I like that. I know that to some people, napping is sacrosanct, and any deviation from this is reprehensible... that just hasn't worked for me with the first two kids... but with Joy, I really am enjoying having the naps go past the 2 years old mark. Now it really looks like she is going to drop them too. wahhhhh. I know we can still have quiet time/rest time, but I'm gonna miss the naps.

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I'm supposed to have a MOPS steering team meeting on Friday. Jeff's follow up dr appt with the surgeon is on Friday. I want to go to the Dr appt with him obviously. Well the person I was going to ask to watch the kids will be at the meeting. That is probably still ok, since she lives down the block from me, she could just take my kids with her and they could go to nursery (just like they would if I were at the meeting) and then after the Dr appt I could come back and sit in the end of the meeting and get the kids. but if one upchucked today... I'm pretty sure the rest will follow, you know? I really can't take them to someone's house or plan to put them in nursery if they are pukey. Not sure what to do. Anyone want to watch three possibly pukish kids for me on Friday morning?

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My mom broke her elbow the end of January and had surgery on it in February. A few days later, she fell again and in trying to catch herself, sprained the wrist of the non-broken arm. That was a bummer because this made her not just one-handed, but no-handed for a few weeks. The sprain was severe, but healed. What has not healed is something that showed up about 3-4 weeks post-fall... that she ruptured a tendon in the sprained hand's thumb. Her thumb doesn't work. A thumb is underappreciated until you don't have it. I tease her and ask how often does she actually hitch-hike and NEED the thumb, but we do know that it needs to be fixed. Well, the fix is another surgery. This time with at 6 weeks in a splint with no movement (they "borrow" and extra tendon from the index finger, route it through the palm, and attach it on the thymb, both of the the fingers have to be extended and immobile during healing), and then at least 6 weeks physical therapy for the thumb and finger. She is dreading this. I am trying to figure out how I can go help her. All of our commitments end by the middle of June, but by that time I am getting pretty close to baby day. She doesn't want to be out of commission when the baby comes because she traditionally closes up shop there at home and comes to stay with me for a few weeks--- which we LOVE and appreciate so much. So she either needs to do the surgery now so she's better, or put it off until fall. I really don't know what to tell her. it's not a good scenario either way. In retrospect... perhaps I should have hauled Jeff down there and done both of the surgeries at once. Then I could have taken care of them both at once, and hey, she does have two bathrooms!