Well the good news is I have plenty of time to blog now. Thanks to the very big and also good news that we are expecting a baby boy right after Thanksgiving. I've seen him in there and he's totally healthy and we are so excited that we are going to have SIX kids and most especially a brother for Marcus. Okay, now for the bad news. Like I mentioned I suddenly have plenty of time to blog now. Even though we just moved into our newly renovated home and still have a big blue house that needs to be cleaned out of the last of our junk. But I am not going to be the one doing these things anymore.This 18 week healthy baby boy I am carrying is also sharing the space with large blood clots and has his life threatened by an abrupting placenta.
It's all just so unexpected when you've had five pregnancies with absolutely no problems. So expecting no problems again I spent the first 16 weeks of this pregnancy packing, painting, running a lot even adding in some sprints with my husband. . . . really just feeling invincible. I didn't even worry about going the Dr., I mean I was taking my prenatals, why did I need to be weighed and pee in a cup?
But when I thought I was miscarrying I rushed in as fast as possible. They told me to start taking it easy, definitely no more exercise and then referred me to an expensive specialist whom I saw yesterday. I had a ridiculously priced second ultrasound and found out that things had not improved from the first ultrasound like I hoped and so now I am under new orders till at least week #30. No lifting more than a jug of milk, and I must be up no more than 2 HOURS A DAY! One bathroom run an hour, showering and getting up getting something to eat and coax a kid or two to behave I think that will pretty much fill up the two hours don't ya think? So pretty much bed rest from here on out. Lovely. We are all going to see Kashann at her fattest EVER!
It's all very overwhelming but it's also sort of easy to do exactly what the Dr. ordered because it's not about me. I have no choice. This baby cannot be born for weeks and weeks and weeks, so that's just what I am going to have to do. I know there are way harder trials to have but for me this one is a tough one. I really love to work. I always have. (And I have tons of work to do because of the new house and of course the five kids.) I always have told Brent I am just built for manual labor. I don't like brainy work. There is a good reason for that. :)
I don't know how it is all going to play out around our home and how many nervous breakdowns I am going to have as I watch my world unfolding around me and am forced to sit and watch and doing nothing but beg, plead, nag, scream at my children and busy husband to do it. . but what are you gonna do?
I am just so grateful that for now there are very good odds about saving this baby and staying down will help that. So there you go. Also very grateful for my sister Candice. Everyone kept telling me how it really was meant to be for her to come up here to live by us right after her baby daughter passed away, so I could help her. All she has done all summer is help me. She lives almost an hour away but comes constantly.
Last week she kept coming and saying, "What can I box up today?" Finally on Friday she was left with the kitchen, that was pretty much all that needed boxing up. I took Savannah to an appointment and came back and found it all boxed up. When Brent got home that night I said, "Honey, our kitchen is moved. We need to move the beds. . .TODAY!" So he got a friend to help and by Saturday night we were all moved in. So thanks to Candice this moved happened. She literally singlehandedly moved almost every box out of my house. The kids pitched in but it really was like pulling teeth to keep them going.
Now she is busy doing extreme makeovers on Kennon and Savannah's rooms to surprise them when they come home from girls camp. It's amazing what she can do. Especially because she is just using stuff she finds around my house or free at the town swap shop. It's not like I am giving her my credit card and sending her to the Pottery Barn. All while she cooks the food, takes care of the kids, and tells me every fifteen minutes to go sit down and she will do it. So I am loving Candice and think she is just a saint. I am pretty sure we are ruining her and Peter's summer.
