But this morning, after taking the new beta blocker last night, I woke up without feeling like I'd done 3 grams of speed in my sleep and without my heart instantly pounding the second my body flickered into conciousness. On the flipside though, I also feel extremely knackered, despite going to bed at 10pm last night.
I am feeling pretty relieved tonight!
I saw the Cardiologist this morning and after reviewing all my symptoms and doing some basic blood pressure / pulse / EKG testing, he said that he doesn't feel that there's anything sinister going on. He wants me to come back next week for an echocardiogram to make sure of this, but he thinks that this is all to do with being 35 and pregnant. He says the strain on my body as I'm a little older means my body is complaining a little about it but that the heart rate isn't super fast alarming, and the swelling is mild and not super swelling, so we shouldn't get too worried.
He said I will definitely feel very tired with it in the 100's all the time (which I do) because my body feels as though I'm taking a run around the block all day every day. He's given me a new beta blocker medication to try and see how I get on with it. Will review when I see him in a week or so.
It's weird that age 35, that magic age where you're considered 'OLD' to be having a baby, means your body starts to fall apart all of a sudden. 2 and a half years ago I was pregnant with Harry and my body coped with it - so why in those two years have I gone that much downhill, especially as I've been going regularly to the gym? Weird. I suppose my weight is not at it's optimum but even so.
Anyway, I feel alot better about things. I am going to try to stop worrying, and try to enjoy this pregnancy a bit more.
Im nervous about the appointment. I hope that it will turn out to be NOTHING. Meanwhile the heartrate is still v fast and I've had some more palpitations - notably after eating a ton of Cadbury Mini-Eggs last night... hopefully these are not a known cause of heart issues during pregnancy that I will have to quit!
We got 2 of the 9 doors and trim work painted over the weekend. What a nightmare fiddly rotten job that is. I probably shouldn't have been doing it either, but I wanted to get something done while I am still able. 7 more to go... ugh.
Feeling guilty about Harry still being cooped up but still can't think of enough things to do with him that I feel up to doing at this point. The gym is not an option with my heart beat this fast. I don't want to walk around shops. It's too cold to go to the park. Nobody seems to be around to hang with. He is BORED. I am bored too. Dylan at least has school to go to! Today he has after-school science too which he always enjoys. Lucky thing.
No news though - just to say that I definitely think those Beta Blockers were causing the palpitations which have almost ceased since I stopped taking the medication. I felt quite crappy yesterday but today has been better. I've got compression stockings on to keep the swelling down so I'm not sure how it's doing but I don't think it's any worse.
I just leaned forward and wrenched my stomach really painfully. Now having to lie still to get over the pain!!!
In non medical news, Dylan Gareth and I were discussing the fate of the squirrel. The bloody thing has been desperately trying to bust back into the roof space and done some serious damage to the house. Dylan asked why don't we feed it loads of peanut butter "until it gets really big, then dies of bigness". He then looked at me quite seriously and said 'No Offence'.
!!!!
I saw my OB yesterday and discussed my concerns and fears with her.
Firstly she said that she concurs that the Thyroid levels are within normal range and she does not feel it necessary for me to take the medication. She said that the particular Perinatologist that I see is known for aggressively treating Thyroid problems even when right on the borderline, but in her opinion I do not need to and that I should dismiss this concern from my mind.
Then, re heart. She says that pregnancy puts a toll on your heart and it has to work a lot harder. She says that if we were seeing these symptoms (elevated heart rate and swollen ankles) in 8 wks time they would not concern her because that would be about the time we usually see them appear….. but that right now it’s a little early to be getting them. She agrees that I should stop taking the Atenolol and says it sounds as though it doesn’t agree with me, and wants me to see a Cardiologist. She said basically she would prefer the experts to take a look at what’s going on. She said they may well turn around and say it’s not worrying them, forget about it…. Or they may decide to put me on some kind of other medication, but that they are the people to determine what, if anything, needs to be done. I have an appointment with one next week on Tuesday.
The baby is doing fine – the last scan shows 64th percentile for growth which she says is great. Regarding the ‘thick’ placenta, she said that it would only be a concern if it were absorbing all of the nutrients that should go to the baby, but obviously the baby is doing great at this point so we should not worry. She would only worry if the baby dropped to the 20th percentile.
My heart beat is still really high and the palpitations are really bothering me. My heart skips a beat and then thuds loudly in my chest to compensate, it's horrible and alarming. I've put a call into the High Risk clinic - my DR is on holiday so the nurse was going to ask another Doc what the best plan of action is, and call me back. She hasn't as yet (grrr).
I feel really crappy too, I just feel anxious and on edge and not relaxed, stressed, worried, and generally rather awful. Dylan is off school and I don't feel I can do anything with the boys because if I move around my heart races. So that stresses me too - I don't like cooping them up in the house!
In other (good) news, we finally got rid of the bloody squirrel. It had come out after all, so G put some Duct Tape over the hole at the weekend just to be sure that it wasn't still in there... so that it could escape if it needed to. But then the bloody thing went and broke back IN! So we were really pissed off, it wouldn't come out, didn't know what to do........ in the end G went and smeared peanut butter over the gutter where it was going in. Yesterday morning Dylan spotted the squirrel on the gutter eating the peanut butter so we yelled G out of the shower, who threw on some clothes at the speed of light. We banged on the window and scared it temporarily away up onto the roof, and then G rushed up the ladder and banged the hole shut again. Yesterday it spent most of the day attempting to break back in (unsuccessfully). Hurrah.
Yesterday my heart continued to race and I became more and more agitated by it. I was getting horrendous palpitations every few minutes, my heart skipping beats, and it basically freaked me out. The swelling in my feet seemed to get worse too. Poor G ended up coming home from work to calm me down.
The Doc told me that the only way to get the swelling down is to lie on my left side with my feet elevated (not the most comfortable position) so I've decided to impose bed rest on myself for the weekend to try and reduce that swelling and also relax and get my heart rate down.
It's not been too bad today (although the bed rest is frustrating and my back is starting to hurt!), resting rate of around 85 on my left...95 if I turn on my right. The palpitations are fewer. I've also increased my dose of the Atenolol to a whole tablet like the Doc said to do if the half wasn't working. Fingers crossed that by Monday I'll start to feel somewhat more human??
To add to my current medical woes, I got a call last night diagnosing me with an underactive Thyroid and got sent a prescription for Thyroid medication!
G took the call and the numbers down - which were
TSH : 0.68
Free T3: 2.6
Free T4: 0.6
Apparently this puts me as a borderline low underactive Thyroid / borderline clinical Thyroid problem...... and could well be the cause of my racing heart beat. The Dr wants to start me on a low dose of 'Synthroid', a Thyroid replacement medication.
After the call I phoned my friend who I know has Thyroid problems, and she said that 0.68 TSH means that my Thyroid is borderline *overactive*.. the lower the TSH level meaning more overactive, the higher level meaning underactive. I was immediately a bit worried that either a) G had taken the numbers down wrongly or b) The DR had mis prescribed me.
So, I called them this morning and spoke to the nurse and she said it would be the Free T3 and Free T4 levels that are the problem.... but would confirm with the Doc and ring me back. Pah.
UPDATE: The nurse called back and they told me that as my DR is away for 10 days (helpful!) NOT to take the medication until he comes back..... arghghgh.
I took the first beta blocker last night and I don't know if it helped really... yet. This morning my heart rate was high, but it's maybe averaging slightly lower than yesterday, in the mid 90's rather than the 110's. I do, however, have more swelling in my ankles. I've put my lovely TED stockings on (to help bloodflow) to see if that helps bring it down. I also bought a Blood pressure monitor so that I can make sure mine isn't climbing. It's reassuringly low at 99/59. But still, worrying times.
When G got home last night the squirrell was asleep so although he took the hole block off, we don't know if it came out. He stayed home this morning to see if we could be certain that it was out and he could block up the hole again, but there is no sign of it. It might have come out before we got up this morning, or it might be in there still! Until we know we can't fill the hole.. bah.
So I went to see the Perinatologist today and the baby is doing very well - in the 68th percentile for growth. There are no concerns there.
I wasn't going to bother mentioning my swelling (it's very minor) but I decided that I would, and also mention the fact that my heart has been really quite fast of late, and often feeling like it is jumping around in my chest.
Turns out that a resting heart rate of over 100 is not good (who knew?), and that + the swelling is a sign that my heart is not coping very well with this pregnancy. The consequences of which are I have now been put on a medication called Atenolol (a beta blocker) to bring my heart rate down. I could waffle about being worried about this or the potential consequences of taking this medication but I won't. And I won't google it either (much).
Meanwhile, there's a squirrell trapped in our roof. Yesterday it was going in and out of a hole it had made above the vaulted ceiling over the lounge. It then started to dig and after I came home from the school run there was a dime sized hole in the ceiling where it had come through!!! And plaster everywhere. Harry and I started banging on the window to discourage it and as it went silent for a few hours we thought we'd been successful.
When G came home from work, he went up the ladder (very dangerous due to the position of the hole, 2 floors up on a steep hill) and managed to bang a piece of wood over the hole. Unfortunately, it seems that the bloody thing was still in there all the time! It's trying to dig it's way out now - arghghghg. I rang Pest Control and she said we need to get it out of there because a) it's illegal to trap an animal b) it'll dig it's way through the ceiling c) It'll die and stink. She said they go to sleep around 3 or 4pm for the night, so wait until then to unblock the hole (otherwise it'll be frantic and attack G on the ladder) and then watch for it tomorrow morning.. when it comes out, board up the hole again. Apparently it's mating season and it wants to find somewhere to have it's babies - arghghg!
After the blokes had installed the air con yesterday, an Electrician / Gas man came to check the wiring etc was to code and do the testing on the new equipment. Unfortunately, during his check, he discovered that our existing Furnace (the one the company said we could get away without replacing) had major cracks in it..... cracks in the welding near the flames, and that it was leaking Carbon Monoxide!!
He informed me of this and told me that it would be against the law, not to mention incredibly dangerous, to turn it back on and that he could not do so. The upshot of this was that we needed a new furnace. Immediately. The man was incredibly apologetic that the salesman when quoting for the job had not picked up on the cracks and promised me a deal that they will be offering in 2 months time whereby you get free installation which would mean that a new furnace would be $600 cheaper than the actual price, and that he would rush off and get one now and have the blokes install it immediately. Obviously we didn't have a choice, but it added another $1300 to our bill!.... arghghghg. Anyway the guy ended up coming back with a far superiour model to that which he'd promised us because they didn't have the cheaper one in the warehouse..... so we ended up getting it at no extra cost, based on the fact that they couldn't leave us without heating. And to be fair, $1300 is still half the price of a new furnace quoted by the other 2 companies that came over. But argh. We will have to economize in a big way and stop eating and wasting money on things like food!
In other news - my ankles swelled up last night and I had a terrible headache (which I still have). Convinced I have pre-eclampsia. Which is unlikely. But my friend had it, thus I know about it, know how serious it is, and have convinced myself that I must have it. I went to bed with 2 Vicodin and my TED support stockings on. The swelling is better this morning but the headache still lives on. Thankfully I have an appt. with the Perinatologist tomorrow so I don't have to bug the OB today, but I will have to mention these symptoms to him as they're not great.
Party was a success..... Dylan had a fantastic time. About 26 kids were there (although 6 of those were siblings which made me a bit cross as I had to pay $10 each for each uninvited guest, no etiquette some people!) and they had a blast bouncing around on the various inflatable things at the party venue. Dylan was soaked in sweat by the end of the hour of play, and bright red in the face, but he'd really enjoyed himself. Harry also had a great time (with the help of Gareth who was about as red faced as Dylan by the end) and really loved going down the enormous inflatable slide, a look of sheer thrill on his face as he did it!).
Unlike parties past, this place made it quite easy for the parents as there was little for me to have to worry about or do (which in my present condition was a major bonus!). The staff ushered the kids around from party room to food/cake room, laid out all the food / plates / napkins / drinks, etc, and all I really had to do was make sure everyone had food on their plate and cut cake. I didn't even have to tidy up afterwards. Of course it came at a price, but it was worth it as he ended up having a really great birthday.
Today as I emerged bleary eyed from bed having had nowhere near enough sleep, the doorbell went and in came the men to install air conditioning!!! I am so excited (and so skint) about this... this house is just unbearable in the heat and with air con this summer is going to be a world away from the 2 previous experiences we've had in this country.... and with being heavily pregnant / having a newborn things are going to be so much more bearable! It may seem daft to get it installed in February but there is method in my madness...... all of the companies that quoted for the job (and several friends) told us that if you leave it until it gets warm you won't get an appointment for the duration of the summer as they get really booked out. Also you get a 'winter discount' for doing it now. I can't wait to try it out when it gets warmer!
Happy 8th Birthday Mr D! I cannot even begin to comprehend the fact that I have an 8 yr old son, how on earth did you get so big and old in such a short space of time? It seems like yesterday that you were so small and just a baby, whereas you're turning now into a proper 'bloke' which is just phenomenal to observe as you grow and change by the minute.
An 8 yr old son is definitely different to a 7 yr old son. You've matured alot in the last year. You still get anxious over decision making, you've yet to grow out of that, but you're definitely able to communicate on a higher level, your sense of humour is maturing at a very fast rate, and you are shooting up like a beansprout requiring new clothes every 5 minutes.
Speaking of clothes, this year you've developed a distaste for all bar 3% of your wardrobe and refuse to wear anything that I choose for you. It makes each morning quite interesting as we go through what you will not wear and attempt to find something that you will. Of course you won't allow me to buy any clothes for you if you're not there, plus you are not interested in going to buy clothes yourself, so one can only hope that this phase is temporary!
I'm very proud of the way you've begun to interact with your brother this year. He's grown into a real person, someone that wants to play with you (his hero) and you have a ton of patience and willingness to offer him your time which is just wonderful. The two of you have a very special bond and a way of communicating which excludes us and regularly reduces each of you to fits of laughter, playing hide and seek and chasing around the house at a million miles per hour, shouting, you name it... you have a great time together.
You're a little concerned about the impending birth of a sister.... 'MY LIFE IS OVER' was the quote, but I've no such concerns because I know that once she is here you will love her to pieces. Change is not really your thing so the idea of it happening, a whole new concept in siblingdom being introduced to you, is worrying you.... but I know that you'll be fine, I just know it!
Your main interests this year have been Video Games (no change there!), Soccer (football to me), Reading a massive amount, and moving on from cartoon viewing on the TV to things with 'real people' in (what a relief!). You're also very involved in Cub Scouts and love the fact that your dad is 'Cub Master' and the fact that you get to go and do this together every week. It's a great interest for you and it's teaching you all sorts of things.
You're doing very well at school, you are top of the class when it comes to all things reading related, including the number of 'Accelerated Reader' tests that you've taken (some 30 compared to other kids 3 or 4!). You continue to do well in your homework although you insist on leaving it until the night before it's due. No amount of gentle (or otherwise) pursuasion will make you do this any differently! Your spelling is great, your writing is coming on, and you are doing very well in Maths. I cannot complain!
Anyway, I must be off as your birthday party starts soon and I have to make sure that I have the candles and other bits & bobs necessary to take with us. You are so excited about your party and I am sure that you're going to have a great time!
I love you to pieces not-so-little man
Mum xxxxxxx
19 weeks is a bit scary - it means I am almost HALF WAY THROUGH this pregnancy!
I'm thinking alot about the nursery decor at the moment. I get a bit stressed by decorating a room....... I procrastinate about what I want and find it hard to make a decision for fear of buying the wrong thing (a bit like my eldest son in this way!). Today I went out with a friend and browsed various baby shops (minus kids, luxury!) and came away without much in the way of inspiration.
I think that I am going to paint the nursery in a very pale amost not pink, pink. Either that or a pink which is almost a cream. Then along the (small) corner wall which encompasses the built in closet, an accent colour such as purple or a bright pink. I've bought already (as they were being discontinued) these beautiful fabric butterflies that hang from the ceiling. They're in pinks and purples mostly. Pottery Barn Kids does a cute Butterfly embroidered sheer window panel too which might go well with those. I'll buy some wall art and other coloured accents, so I've almost decided to therefore do the crib bedding in white only... no colours. I want to hang a net canopy over the end of the crib too to make it really girly......something like this with white panels.....or the more traditional ones with the hanging circular thing from which the net comes off. Problem? The only half decent white bedding that I can find is around $350 for the bumper and skirt thing..... argh.
I got nicked for speeding today for the first time in my life! I was clocked doing 57 in a 40...... it was a fair cop. I was in a hurry trying to get to my friends house and was desperate for a wee (pregnancy joy). This copper on a motorbike pulled me over and gave me a ticket. $101. I don't know if it comes with points or something but it does say it goes on my driving record...... pah! The boys were in the car and Dylan was very judgemental about it, in an amusing way. "Well you should not have been going too fast MOM". When we did arrive at my friends he found a police car amongst the toys there and kept waving it in my face.
I'm really not being consistent enough with the whole potty training thing. Yesterday, after several days 'off' I tried him again and he peed all over the floor. TWICE. He did do one in the potty and again was very proud (LOOK! I DID ONE!... said whilst lifting it up, sloshing wee all over the side), but the two on the floor were nightmarish in the extreme, particularly as one was all over the rug in my bedroom which I then had to wash in the washing machine and hang to dry leaving the entire house smelling of wet woolly rug. I do really need to get this thing cracked though , because v bad idea to do it in the summer when the baby comes, and he really needs to be done before school starts in September! Argh!
These antibiotics don't seem to be doing an awful lot of good. I'm now in my 4th week of constant streaming of the nose, considering buying shares in Kleenex, and there's still an inordinate amount of *green* coming out..... so the infection must still be there! And I've got to take the sodding things for another 10 days.... bah.
Must be one of those horrible pregnancy symptoms, of which I have now discovered another....... being that if I do not shower twice a day I SMELL. I seem to be sweating alot without realising it??? Horrible!.
Oh and HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM!
I don't know if it's down to tiredness or blood sugar or something but omg I had horrendous morning sickness again this morning! I thought that was supposed to be all over & done with by now? I felt absolutely vile for the first hour of being awake!
G has gone to California today for the day. He had to get up at 4am to go to the airport and having woken myself at 3.30 and then not gone back to sleep since I think I totalled 3 hours sleep last night, if that.
And the house is a tip.
Ugh.
I was leaning over the stove last night while cooking dinner and suddenly got well and truly hoofed by this baby several times. I guess there's no doubting her presence! It was really nice to feel actually, I felt reassured!
I've been wondering how big she'll be. Her brothers were big babies..... but I was small at birth (6lb 9oz) which I know is not a definite indicator but some say it can be. I do hope that her size is not affected by the placenta or any blood clotting issues, however!
In other news, I went to check out Harry's potential new school this morning. We are intending to enroll him in Montessori for September where he will continue to go until Kindergarten starts at regular school, age 5. Dylan got alot out of Montessori at Harry's age and I hope that Harry will too. The school is lovely, very reminiscent of the country village school that Dylan went to in Canada, plus properly accredited, etc. My friends daughter goes there and she is very bright and learning a great deal from being there. I had to observe a class for 15 minutes, and it reminded me greatly of Dylans old classroom. The kids are quiet and focussed, which was my only slight concern given Harry's propensity towards riotous behaviour! But I think he will be OK..... he'll only be going for half days and with a bit of luck it'll stimulate and educate him.
It used to be, a long time ago in a Galaxy far far away, that weekends in the Jones household used to be a pleasant relaxing few hours spent exploring the land in which we live. We've always enjoyed jumping into the car and going somewhere at the weekend..... driving sometimes hours to see something we've never seen before, enjoying spending time together investigating new places and new things. We were rarely, if ever, at home during the weekend, always out and about doing something.
Since we moved into this house though, weekends have become a time for DIY. A non stop week-after-week round of DIY that's been going on for the year and a half that we've been here and will probably go on for at least another year and a half after this. It is a predictable round of get up on Saturday, do lots of DIY in the morning, then 'need' to go to Home Depot for extra bits and pieces, come back, tidy up, finish, go to bed, get up Sunday, 'need' to go to Home Depot for a Power Tool (when will we have all of the power tools known to man and stop needing to go and buy more?? it must be soon?), come back, play with power tool for a while, do lots more work, tidy up, leave it for another week.
For the first several months I really resented it. I hated being stuck in the house every weekend, looking after the kids on my own after looking after them all week on my own. I hated that all the work needed doing in the first place and that we couldn't go off and spend family time together. And I hated (and still hate) how long it seems to take to get each job done which is nobodies fault, just the way it has to be when poor G is doing it all by himself every weekend!
I was thinking this morning though, that it's now become such a part of life that I just don't resent it any more. I quite enjoy hanging out in the house, pottering around without committment. It helps that Harry is that much older now and will happily play with his brother in the playroom for long periods of time - not demanding the constant attention that 1 yr olds do. I actually get to spend time tidying up, making the place look half decent, relaxing, helping G, and appreciating the work that G is doing.
It's funny, actually, how you quickly take for granted the 'new' stuff that is in your home. The kitchen, which used to be an absolutely appallingly horrendous filthy disgusting 50 yr old falling apart nightmare, is now a glorious brand new shiny modern mecca. I need to appreciate it every time I go in there lest I forget the work that went in to building it, and how vile it was before. Same goes with the current project, the downstairs hallway. When we moved in it was this vile faux-wood panel clad dark and dingy corridoor with office style polystyrene hung ceiling with bits flaking off and yellow in colour. And all of the 9 doors which went off it were nasty dark brown 60's slabs with nasty dark brown frames. It's now a bright airy wood floored and halogen spotlighted area with proper walls and one by one, modern white doors and door frames.... making an *enormous* difference to the look of the house. I will post photographs when it's done. I just hope it gets done soon as I'm beginning to get anxious that this poor baby won't have a bedroom because the next project can't start until this current one is finished!
My mother told me off yesterday for only ever writing about medical type stuff on here! Thing is, I find it quite hard sometimes to know what to write about. I find that the more complicated stuff there is going on in my life (and one would think, the more to write about), the less I want to write about it so I fill up entries with inane snippets of things, mostly related to what it's like to be however many weeks (18 weeks!!) pregnant.
I don't like to write about things which are too personal. I don't like to write too much about things which are happening here unless they're done and dusted, for privacy reasons. I don't feel comfortable writing about my relationship with G or my friends (because they read it)....basically I guess this is not a personal diary and if anyone is reading it expecting to know what is going on in our lives they will be given a very sanitised very tiny weeny window into 10 seconds of a day, if that!
So I apologise if anyone else is bored by what I'm writing... LOL. I'm just trying to focus on it being a pregnancy diary at the moment because there's too much else to write about that I can't or won't write about, so I do apologise if it's tedious! If you want to know more about us, give me a ring, email me, or IM me :)
That said, I'm going to write now about the utterly thrilling topic of potty training again!
Harry is mastering it like a pro, I'm so proud of him. We did 2 mornings last week and then we've done 2 again this week and he's absolutely got that if he needs a wee, he goes to the potty and does it...... then shouts I DID IT!!!!!! and is extremely proud of himself! We have yet to experience the poo situation but today I'm determined he is not going to nap nor put anything on so I think the inevitability is that we are going to experience a poo at some point today! The only concerns that I have of this training so far are that he has no experience of wearing underwear (he's walking around with no pants on) nor being further than 2 feet from the potty.... but I suppose those things will come. Oh and the fact that occasionally he thinks he has to sit on it for 2 hrs at a time incase he wee's! Today he went downstairs and then got very concerned that he didn't have the potty with him and cried I WANT POTTY, but to be fair when I brought it down to him he immediately sat on it and did a wee :) In other news, his vocabulary has come on absolutely dramatically in the last couple of weeks. He is incredibly chatty.
Dylan is approaching his 8th birthday next week (8?!?! how did that happen) and is excited about his party. We've rented a party venue full of giant inflatable bouncing type structures and he's invited a bunch of friends from school and cubs. Incidentally I'm cross with said because only half of the 30 which we invited have bothered to respond. How rude! Anyway at least he has 17 coming, all of whom are the ones he is closest to, so that's good... although I had to chase by email to get most of those to answer me. People really are crap. G's cupboard is currently full of pressies that have arrived for D..... I hope he enjoys his birthday this year, it's hard to get presents for him so soon after Christmas but I think he'll be pleased with a loot of new games for his Nintendo and books and similar.
Pregnancy wise, the 'fat shelf' above my belly button continues to grow by the inch every day while the expected bump in the lower region continues to stay exactly the same as it was on day 1. It's extremely bizarre. I have another scan in a couple of weeks - fingers crossed the baby is growing as she should be! I have no reason to assume otherwise but I can't help but be slightly paranoid especially as my health issues can lead to this exact problem. I'm stilly really not feeling much, if any, movement. I feel a little I think, on rare occasions, but still not a great deal. The placenta position explains this but it's unnerving nonetheless. Especially when you consider that I could feel Harry bumping around from 12 wks onwards.
G meanwhile is continuing to work on the doorways downstairs. He's made great progress but there's still 3 or 4 more to do (out of 9) and those are the trickier ones as they're not 'standard' size. Once they are done we can focus on ripping out the contents and walls in the hot tub room and getting the drywallers in to convert it into a real room. Then the 'library' can be temporarily moved in there so that we can convert the room which it is currently in, into the nursery :) As this pregnancy is flying past at an enormous rate of knots I am freaking out that it won't be done in time!
The doc has prescribed me antibiotics as she says I am unclean and infected....... 3 wks of non stop streaming snot which has now gone green and is threatening a sinus infection, bleurgh. I was meant to pick them up last night, but didn't get around to it. I'll get them today. I'm not sure I'll take them as I actually feel a little less snotty today...... maybe a mistake but not sure. We'll see.
Also v knackered today after going out last night with friends.... late night + lots of food = dead on feet.
I've got amazing amounts of energy at the moment (despite the lurgy). I am on the go constantly and can't sit still for more than a few minutes at a time. Yesterday was manic, we went from A to B to C to D to E to F and didn't stop..... and I was out of the house from 10 till 5.30pm.... during which I must've lifted Harry in and out of the car at least 12 times, not to mention lifted him onto various chairs, stools, slides, swings, etc. When I finally rolled in at home I felt absolutely and utterly wiped out and my stomach was sore to the verge of cramping. I don't know if this is from the lifting or what but I think it was a sign to take things a little easier! I went to bed early and slept like a log (aside from the 2 inevitable Harry wake-ups) for 9 hours.