Life With Mr. Peanut
Well, I did go to the doc last Thurs. Sorry I didn't post right away. The past week or so has been very blah. I haven't been feeling well and barely turn my computer on anymore. Writing? What's that? But I did want to let you all know what's what.
It's not twins. Yay! The doc gave me a sonogram and I saw it. At only about 8 1/2 weeks my baby resembles a peanut more than an infant. So we've taken to calling it Mr. Peanut. Not that we know if it's a boy yet, but I thought the name was catchy. Honestly, all it needs is a top hat, monacle, and cane and you've got that loveable nut.
I did get a picture which my father scanned. I'll put it up on my website when I get a chance. As those of you who know me know, the baby will probably be born before I get the pic up. Oh just deal with it.
Things have been kinda crazy lately. When I found out I was pregnant I took myself off the Effexor. My doc said she didn't have a problem with me taking it, so if I felt I really needed it I could go back on. Now I know I need it, these past couple of weeks have proven that. I just don't know if I'm willing to take the chance. I'm already on meds for my morning sickness, I don't want to dope this kid up. But I tell ya, what a difference, and I'm not the only one to notice.
My father and mother both keep asking me when I'll be going back on the pills. Guess my mental problems plus hormones are driving people crazy. Hell, if I'm insane, I might as well drag others with me....right?
In other news, Fran's new nickname is gimpy. Last Friday a heavy, metal pipe fell across his right foot. Nothing broken, but he's been on crutches since. He's not allowed to walk or drive, so he's been home with me. He can't do much for himself on those damn crutches and I've been feeling like crap, not to mention my daughter is home this week because summer camp ended and school doesn't start until Wed. So I'm taking care of everyone and feeling exhausted and sick. You can imagine how much fun I'm having.
I told Fran that I don't play nursemaid well, he said, "No shit." heh Sorry, I have no sympathy. I told him I'd trade him pregnancy for a bruised foot, he wouldn't take me up on it.
Other things are going on too. A close friend is going through a really rough time and I feel helpless. I'm always the person that wants to make everything better. I'd take my friends' pain any day to save them from feeling it. But I can't do that here and it's killing me. This is something I can't fix. All I can do is be there to listen and it makes me feel useless. I hate that feeling. I hate it when people I love suffer.
I think I'll stop there. I have a lot to get done today and am in no mood to accomplish any of it. But alas, that's life.
So ta ta for now. I'll be back soon enough.
Well, I did go to the doc last Thurs. Sorry I didn't post right away. The past week or so has been very blah. I haven't been feeling well and barely turn my computer on anymore. Writing? What's that? But I did want to let you all know what's what.
It's not twins. Yay! The doc gave me a sonogram and I saw it. At only about 8 1/2 weeks my baby resembles a peanut more than an infant. So we've taken to calling it Mr. Peanut. Not that we know if it's a boy yet, but I thought the name was catchy. Honestly, all it needs is a top hat, monacle, and cane and you've got that loveable nut.
I did get a picture which my father scanned. I'll put it up on my website when I get a chance. As those of you who know me know, the baby will probably be born before I get the pic up. Oh just deal with it.
Things have been kinda crazy lately. When I found out I was pregnant I took myself off the Effexor. My doc said she didn't have a problem with me taking it, so if I felt I really needed it I could go back on. Now I know I need it, these past couple of weeks have proven that. I just don't know if I'm willing to take the chance. I'm already on meds for my morning sickness, I don't want to dope this kid up. But I tell ya, what a difference, and I'm not the only one to notice.
My father and mother both keep asking me when I'll be going back on the pills. Guess my mental problems plus hormones are driving people crazy. Hell, if I'm insane, I might as well drag others with me....right?
In other news, Fran's new nickname is gimpy. Last Friday a heavy, metal pipe fell across his right foot. Nothing broken, but he's been on crutches since. He's not allowed to walk or drive, so he's been home with me. He can't do much for himself on those damn crutches and I've been feeling like crap, not to mention my daughter is home this week because summer camp ended and school doesn't start until Wed. So I'm taking care of everyone and feeling exhausted and sick. You can imagine how much fun I'm having.
I told Fran that I don't play nursemaid well, he said, "No shit." heh Sorry, I have no sympathy. I told him I'd trade him pregnancy for a bruised foot, he wouldn't take me up on it.
Other things are going on too. A close friend is going through a really rough time and I feel helpless. I'm always the person that wants to make everything better. I'd take my friends' pain any day to save them from feeling it. But I can't do that here and it's killing me. This is something I can't fix. All I can do is be there to listen and it makes me feel useless. I hate that feeling. I hate it when people I love suffer.
I think I'll stop there. I have a lot to get done today and am in no mood to accomplish any of it. But alas, that's life.
So ta ta for now. I'll be back soon enough.
posted by Meghan at 11:59 AM
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