This has been a crazy week. It started with me being admitted to the hospital last Monday. By early Tuesday morning I was home, but scary stuff. I have a horrible chest cold with a chest infection and was having chest pains and cramps. I started off at urgent care, thinking I would be medicated and sent home. They sent me to the ER and the ER sent me to Labor and Delivery to be admitted. Tuesday morning I was good and medicated up and headed home. I spent most of the last week hacking up a lung, but baby Bump is completely ok. Her heart rate never jumped, but mine was all over the place, so my OB sent me to a cardiologist for an echocardiogram to make sure I wasn’t dying. I’m not.
I drug out of bed Thursday long enough to stuff my face with Thanksgiving goodness.
Matt liked his first American thanksgiving
Dolce liked the scraps
My favorite part about the week was all the cuddle time I got with my 2 favorite guys
My least favorite part was peeing myself a little with every other cough. Yes, that’s the harsh reality of pregnancy. No one tells you how much of your dignity you’ll lose in the process. I fear this is only the beginning.
Besides my dignity, I lost weight this week.
I’m guessing dehydration. They pumped me full of IV fluids Monday, and I tried to keep fluids in myself the rest of the week but I slept. A lot. Way more than I drank anything.
Thanksgiving night we did make it out to Lenox Mall to see the Macy’s tree lighting.
It was lots of fun
This spectacular Shim made it out, too. He/She was shaking a shake weight and posing for pictures with anyone who asked.
I attract these people, I swear.
This thanksgiving was worlds different than last. Last year was full of fear and uncertainty. Last year I had the divorce bomb dropped on me the day after Thanksgiving, totally unexpected. Last year was full of pain.
This year, I’m so thankful for everything I have. Sure, we’re broke. My cars are getting repo’d any minute because bankruptcy is in my near future. I beat myself up about it, but found out that rarely does anyone make it through divorce financially ok. That shit only happens in the movies.
But I’m happy. I have an amazing man that leaves notes like this around our little apartment.
And we made an amazing not-so-little- anymore Baby Bump.
We’ve had one hell of a week 23, but managed to laugh and love our way through it.
For all the things and people in my life I have been blessed with, I am eternally thankful.
