Monday, April 02, 2007

That kicking you don't really feel is a good thing

All the best-laid plans ...

Jed is on his way home in his rickety NEW truck with a NEW uber expensive crane attatched to the back, and he should be pulling up in the driveway tomorrow morning. I would shout something celebratory but I'm really a pessimist at heart and I don't want to jinx anything. Two engine overhauls in two weeks should teach anyone with the sense (insert deity name here) gave a goat not to crow.

Mostly I'm just happy I made it through 10 days without him. Oh sure, we'll have to reacquaint Annabel with her own bedroom, which for the past week has seen her only long enough to change clothes or release one of its toys to her nimble clutches, but I'll let him worry about that.

Today's only REAL dissappointment was that I had planned to take Annabel with me to my regular dental appointment so she could get a first-hand look at what it's like to open wide and say "ahhhhhh SHIT!"

I kid. Really my teeth are in pretty good shape aside from the fact that I threw away my retainers once I got my first diaphram (you know, I didn't want to confuse the two protective cases) and therefore have the tell-tale snaggle tooth front and center on the bottom. Since the dentist has the same condition, he doesn't chastize.

I also digress ...

Since I had hoped Jed would be home and able to bring her back to the sitter's house so I could go straight to work, and since some itchy mystery rash decided to cover my abdomen late Saturday night, I cancelled my plans to have her sit in on the hygenist's handiwork and instead made a back-to-back appointment with a midwife to let her have a peek at the pustules.

Turns out the rash is likely a contact dermatitis and NOT PUPPPS (as I had initially feared).

I suppose the highlight of the whole thing is that whenever you go to the OB when you're pregnant they check out the heartbeat. This time the midwife couldn't help but chuckle.

"He's a kicker and not shy about it at all," she said, laughing. The rhythmic bounce I heard on the doppler (but only felt when they made my belly bounce on the outside) was THING 2's idea of a dance party. "He's already got a personality, this one. That's for sure."

6 comments:

Redneck Mommy said...

That was always my favorite part of pregnancy...feeling them dance and listening to the heartbeat.

Of course, once they got so darned big it felt like they were boxing me, it became less charming and more irritating.

But I do miss it...

Come see my new digs. I have a new addy. I'm all growed up now.

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TSM-terrifically superiorily mediocre said...

She is growed up! I saw her picture!

Damn those rashes! Mystery pregnancy ailments were never my favorite, but the dancing Thing2 makes up for the visit.

Yay for our men returning! YAY!

sgoldberg said...

Oh yes. The mystery rash! I find myself raving about how great my pregnancy was and then I remember the month I spent crying in Aveeno baths and slathered in Caladryl just wanting to rip my skin off. We never did know what that rash was all about...

I'm glad to hear little cousin is doing well. Sometimes I really miss Charlotte's in utero kicks, but since she still kicks me when nursing sometimes, it's kind of a trade-in. ;-)

Sarah said...

Yay for your husband coming home! I know it must be wonderful. Your daughter must be thrilled! When I was a kid and my parents travelled, I always missed them like crazy and couldn't get enough of them when they came through the door.

BlogWhore said...

okay, when do u get to take off for ten days? and to where?