Free At Last! Free At Last!

I am officially off bed rest. WAHOO! (insert happy dance here)

On Wednesday we had a referral appointment with the high-risk pregnancy people from Shands Hospital in Gainvesville. Since part of the original problem is still there, my obgyn felt it best to get a second opinion, and she set up the meet with Shands. They, in turn, said the the remaining problem should work itself out, and as long as I keep to minimum activity (no marathons, no lifting of medium/heavy items, no stress, etc.) I should have no further trouble. They are, as they said, cautiously optimistic at this point. But I still have several restrictions in place (no long distance travel, no medium/heavy chores, no bending, and short errands only). So all in all, good news. We don't know the sex, since we want to be surprised. All we know is the baby is healthy and right on track. That's all that matters.

In the meantime, Big Dave will need to go down to St. Pete for a few days to check up on his dad, who is currently in physical and speech therapy in an ALF. He's making progress, but he's got a long, hard road to recovery ahead of him. I was really hoping to be able to go down there with Big Dave, but that's not possible, so I'll have to settle for sending a get well card.

I'm An Idiot

Yesterday I woke up about 4 am with a serious case of munchies, so I got out of bed and waddled to the fridge. Opening up the door, I noticed that the interior light did not come on. Huh, one more thing Dave'll have to fix. Nonplussed, I got out my bagel and cream cheese. Sliced the bagel, put it in the toaster, and pressed the lever. Stood by the toaster, waiting. I then noticed the clock on the stove was not lit. Great, yet something ELSE broken. Sighing, I turned my attention back to my bagel, which had not yet popped up. Strange, seems to be taking a long time, I thought. Waited another minute. Now I was getting annoyed. I started investigating the toaster. Discovered it was as cold as ice -- no heat, no toasting, no nothing. Now I was getting frustrated. After all, I just wanted a bagel -- not too much to ask for, right? So now our toaster is broken. Wonderful. That's when I noticed the house was a little cooler than normal. And the microwave light was out. And the power strip light was out.

Then it hit me. Wait a sec... could our power be out?

Well, DUH! I swear I am losing brain cells at an alarming rate. And I can't make it stop. Anyone willing to make a brain cell donation to a desperate pregnant woman?

Horror Stories Told With Glee

There are many interesting facets to being pregnant - the food cravings, the unpredictable morning sickness, the unexplainable but copious amounts of gas. Yes, that's right, I have become a walking gas attack. Lucky me.

But there is one thing about pregnancy that COMPLETELY surprised me. And it's doesn't have anything to do with my pregnancy, per se. Whenever I tell someone (both friends and strangers) the "good news", I am then treated to a LONG tirade about how difficult they had it during pregnancy AND childbirth. They happily regale me with tales of their morning sickness (going into great details, and ignoring the fact that I'm getting greener as I stand there fighting off my own bout of nausea), their heartburn, and countless other ailments. The more disgusting, revolting, or bloody the problem, the happier they are to tell me all about it. And don't get me started on the birth horror stories. Needless to say, misery loves company, and these women are not afraid to tell all the details to guarantee my captivity in their company. I have wanted to shout, "I don't want to hear about it! Can't you see I'm going to puke all over you unless you let me get to the bathroom?!?" I have wanted to scream from the rooftops, "I'm sorry you had such a bad experience, but could you please be a little more considerate of my experience and STOP TALKING about it?" It's almost gotten to the point where I don't want to admit to anyone new that I'm pregnant. Instead, I just want to say, "No, I'm just getting fat. Too many Dunkin Donuts, not enough exercise." Then I can walk away in peace.

The only thing worse than experiencing morning sickness is to hear someone else describe their own morning sickness in disgustingly accurate and vivid detail.

TMI, ladies, TMI!

Robin Williams Live in Tampa!

Big Dave made a surprise announcement over the holidays -- we're going to see Robin Williams live in Tampa in March. His last comedy tour was back in 2002, and I don't think he stopped anywhere in Florida then.

I'm very excited and looking forward to the show. I really need some fun, and an evening with the unpredictable Mr. Williams is just what the doctor ordered.

Hopefully all will go well with the next dr's visit, so I can go to the show.

Bring on the insanity!