Bev Wagers’ Weblog

5 days until my due date…

If she takes after me, she will arrive at the last possible moment…probably a few minutes  before midnight on the 21st.

If she takes after Dean, she will NEVER come.  lol (not exactly the “git r done” type…)

No C section according to my dr (unless of course something unforeseen happens)–he seems to think I could birth Corbin if I needed to.

Just so you know, I do not like happy people, skinny people, or anyone who has the ability to sleep in a horizontal position.

Still miserable.

I’m taking my little horse lovers to a horse show tonight–I havent done anything with them in forever seems like.  Maybe the shock of cleaning up or leaving the house will put me into labor. 

I AM SOOOOOO MISERABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   UGGGGGGHHHHH

Baylee’s still in hiding, i’m still hurting, all dr’s know is that she is BIG, and I go back on Wed. to consult about a possible C section due to her “bigness”.  That’s pretty much it in a nutshell.  I had an ultrasound today which revealed her to be 8 pounds/10 ounces…THEN the dr. (another one, mine wasnt there) told me that there was a 15% margin of error at this stage and she could be anywhere from 7 &1/2 to 10 pounds!  uuuhhhhhh, HELLO??  What was the point of doing the ultrasound if the margin of error is that HUGE?  grrrrrrr.

So, the dr. (still not mine) tells me enough things to scare me into thinking I may want an C section (ie.  head stuck in the birth canal if she’s a 10 pounder)….which by the way, is the exact OPPOSITE of what my dr. told me (” aaahhh, you’ll be alright/may not be fun but you can do it”….as in give birth to a monster vaginally)…so NOW I dont know what to do.  Oh, and she told me it was up to me if i wanted to “risk” it or not.   HUH?  Shouldnt the guys with the medical degree be able to tell me what is best to do????

double grrrrrr.

Has anyone read the book “Misery”….I think I’d rather drink my own pee than be pregnant for 2 more weeks.  And I’m even contemplating whether it really would be more “misery” to have my legs crushed by a psycho chic or be pregnant for 2 more weeks…

sigh

Lindz’s surgery went very smoothly and a little better than expected post-op.  After they finally put her to sleep, everything went great.  She did not have any vomiting or nausa this time, and we even ate at TGI Fridays on the way home!  She managed chicken strips, shrimp, and french fries with about a 1/2 gallon of ice water lol.  She has been sore, but not nearly as much as when the port was put in and has managed with Motrin instead of the Roxicet (liquid Percaset–sp?). 

She didnt do so well before the surgery due to her intense fear of being put to sleep.  It was HORRIBLE as usual and she just cant seem to control her panic even though she told me she would really try to do better this time.   It was the most pitiful thing EVER –and to have your child terrified and you cannot do anything about it is one of the worse feelings ever.   She held on to me for dear life and screamed as they pried her away and took her to the OR.  She told me it took them awhile to get her on the bed to give her the anesthesia…finally she agreed (with a great deal of insistence I’m sure)…THEN, things went off without a hitch. 

Anyway, she goes back in 2 weeks to be checked by the surgeon…then Sept. 17 to be seen by the onocologists for labs, an echo, EKG, and a chest XRAY.  She has to be monitored closely for what they call “late effects” of chemotherapy treatment.   The damage chemo can do to the body can be for years.  So,  they will monitor for any return of cancer, as well as keeping an eye on her heart, lungs, etc. (checking for any organ damage) for the next 5 years.

So FINALLY we can start putting this summer behind us and look toward a more healthy future!  Her hair is starting to come in brown/dark–just enough that her head looks dirty! lol  and she is LOVIN IT!  I caught her talking to her hair in the mirror in a high-pitched squeaky voice saying, ” aaaawwwww its sooo purdy yes it is!!”  LMAO!  …resembling the same voice she uses to talk to Baylee (our baby)!  So far, no red…just brown, but its still kinda hard to tell at this point.

Speaking of Baylee…her room is almost complete and Dean is supposed to bring the crib on Sunday.  The chest has been ordered and he told me today that he/his family would be taking care of the crib bedding I wanted and the matress as well.  Ellie (his sister) called me last night and told me that his family is having me a baby shower at Shiloh’s on Aug 10 (next sunday) to meet me and bring me gifts (yes I said to MEET me haha!…may as well laugh about it!).  They also know that I dont have a car seat yet (at least Ellie does)…so maybe they will take care of that part too.

Sam seems to be doing fine.  He is very quite about everything so its kinda hard to  tell.  I think he is going to be the jealous one when it comes to the baby.  He is already struggling with jealousy over Lindz and all the attention she has been getting…so I’m thinking he may be having some issues with it.  Lindz is so super excited about the baby that I really think she will be great with it all.  (Most people think that SHE will be the jealous one b/c she is so rotten…but you just have to see her talk to and plan with the baby–she is loving it soooo very much. 

Oh and I do want to thank you all SOOOO VERY MUCH for the baby shower and gifts!  I love you all sooo much and appreciate EVERYTHING you do!

Lindz is having surgery today to have her portacath removed.  Please keep her in your prayers–she is very scared and has a great fear of being put to sleep.  I’ll keep you posted on how things go. 

Much love to you all!

I’m dialated to 1 1/2!!

Ok…so maybe not a big deal, but it is to me!  Only 8 1/2 more to go!

…at least that is what my sister was thinking this morning when she saw me.  It was written all over her face, so I totally caught those thoughts.  The bad part is that this was coming from my ‘grouchy sister’–yes, Renda (she is either bubbly/laughing/happy, GROUCHY, or ripping you a new one–ok…so maybe she displays another emotion or two on occasion–but these are the basic three).  ANYWAY,  once she verbally told me that I was mean to her…I did apologize, and we hugged and made up lol.  But, I do have to make a few points in my defense.

Imagine:

1) Getting a phone call at 11:00 PM LAST NIGHT from the equally grouchy mother stating that I had to be in Manchester at 8:30 AM THIS MORNING to meet my sister Renda–and I had to take a smelly horse with me!  Ok, so the horse is actually a Golden Retriever named Chloe–my point…SAME DIFFERENCE! 

2) NO ONE told me prior to this particular time that I had to go to Manchester to the VET to get the dog fixed…NOR where actually in this town that the vet’s office was located. 

3) Keep in mind that I have to get up with the chicken’s anyway to get Lindz ready for school AND a pep rally (she is a cheerleader and the hair has to match all the other little kiddies, etc…not a normal JUST GETTING READY FOR SCHOOL kind of day)

4) So, I call my lovely sister (who has never called me with the details and so happens to be IN BED WHERE I SHOULD HAVE BEEN.  She groggily informs me that “yeah, you gotta take the dog to the vet by 830 AM and ‘Rick and I have tried to figure out how you are going to transport Chloe since you all do not own a pet porter…but we dont know , so…’……SO????  Sorry about yer luck there Bev, GET CREATIVE.    deep breath.

5) Also keep in mind that I dont like her anyway (the dog, not my sister).  AND keep in mind that Chloe is the dog from Hades (ok–so maybe that’s a stretch…but she’s pretty close…she’s heading down the 2nd or 3rd level of it anyway) with NO DISIPLINE and could use about 2000 milligrams of RITIALIN. 

6) Another side note–did I mention that I am EXTREMELY SORE??  (not to menion 40 pounds heavier than I was 5 months ago and carrying a 20 pound baby in my belly).   I had what my doctor called a “small procedure” (nothing to be alarmed or concerned about) that involved me being very sore and not supposed to lift, tug, etc. anything for a few days.

Ok, I hope you can see where this is going…maybe I am over-reacting…but I’m not all too happy about the situation.

So, back to this morning…I get up with the chickens with equally grouchy children, perform the Supermom act and take my kids to school WAY too early….ok, so I drag my 72 year old elderly mom out of the bed for help (I know, I know).   The usually overly hyper-active dog senses something is up and becomes a statue, refusing to budge (did I mention she weighs 400 pounds?) and we have to CARRY her and throw her in the trailblazer–i hold her head while simultaneously trying to close the hatch before she jumps out/loses a head/I lose a limb.  GEEZSH!

During my conversation with Renda the night before, I got directions where to go–which I wrote down and had her to repeat.  So I am following the directions that say “go straight past Wendys…..”  Evidently, to Renda, going straight means “turning RIGHT”.  So, we get lost and I call her cell and get her to REPEAT the directions 3 times and each time she says the same thing…untill the last time she says ” turn right then go straight at Wendys…”  HUH??  It took another 15 minutes for her to tell me to turn right….her explanation????  She told me to go to Wendys (which is on the right side of the road–how else am I going to GO TO WENDYS without turning right??? ). She said she didnt know she had to SPECIFY to turn right since it was on the right…HUH?  Note, she did not say GO INSIDE WENDYS AND THRU THE DRIVE THRU THEN GO STRAIGHT.  My goodness, I was about to have a breakdown.   All she had to say was turn right at wendys!!!! If this does not make sense…then I cannot put into words her explanation….but the point is….I WAS GROUCHY!

Anyway, you get to read all this nonsense b/c Vickie made me blog today.  Blame her.

With Love,

Ms. Grouchy