A Mess of a Week

This week has been a WEEK, and I'm exhausted!!



It started on Tuesday. On the way to pick up the kids from school Trinity started screaming at the top of her lungs with tears pouring down her face. She said her ear hurt, and something was in it. I pulled over and tried to look in her ear and didn't see anything. She continued crying and screaming the entire way to get the kids. She kept swallowing air, to make herself burp so her ear would feel better. I called the doctor and their only appt was at 8:30pm. Oh boy, this afternoon was going to be just dandy with Trin screaming for 4+ hours. Luckily on the way home I called again and they had a cancellation at 4:30. I said I'd take! I took her in, and she had an ear infection. No fever...nothing, just the sudden ear pain! First time for everything I guess.



On Wednesday morning I stopped at McDonald's because Trin loves their yogurt parfaits. Well, I paid for the parfait and my oatmeal (which is to die for), and my window would not roll up! Yep...30 degrees and I'm cruising down the road with my hair blowing in the wind. Called the dealership and they couldn't get me in until Thursday. I decided I would put plastic on the window and call it a fix for the day. As soon as we got in the car to pick the kids up from school Trin covered her ears because the noise against the plastic was so loud!! I got to my first stop sign to turn left, and I could not see through the plastic. Duh....why had that not crossed my pregnant mind? It didn't matter because not 2 min down the road and the plastic blew off the car. So yes, you guessed it I drove an hour and a half in the cold. Hair was in a ponytail this time so no blowing in the wind. Have I mentioned that I don't like to be cold. If I get the least bit cold it literally takes me hours to warm back up. It was not a fun day.



Thursday took my car to the dealership. Told them I carpool and needed the car to be ready by 2:00. They were sure that it would be done. Lil Casey, Trin, and I waited 45 min for a shuttle back home. Little Casey was not feeling well, and stayed home that day. The shuttle showed up and it was a TINY little car. Casey said "this is a shuttle?" We barely fit, and the lady started driving off before I even got Neen buckled in her car seat which was super hard to even install! Casey looked like one of those giraffes at the zoo who's neck grew so fast that their neck wasn't quite straight. He had to lean his head over sideways just to sit in the car. I kept laughing at him, but he didn't think it was so funny.



Around noon the dealership called me, and said the window motor and regulator was out and that they didn't have either part in stock. Oh great.... imagine that. They also recommended that I get another $800 worth of work done, something with the transmission fluid and fuel injection system. I told them no thanks, just the warranty work on the window. Why were they even looking at the transmission? I don't think the two are related at all.



At this point I'm trying to figure out what to do. Do I get a shuttle and pick the van up with a window that won't roll up, and then do the whole day of shuttling over again the next day, when I have a full day planned? My brain was hurting just thinking about it. I decided to call our extended warranty and they covered a rental car, so....we were shuttled back to the dealership (this time in a two door coupe) to get our rental. The rental was waiting for us when we got their which was a blessing. We walked out the door with the Hertz man and he said there's your Yaris. I said "a taurus"?" No that little white Yaris." OH!!! Ok...that's fine for a day. No big deal.



Well....I still have the Yaris, and I will have it until at least Wednesday. The dealership is having trouble getting the parts, so I get to keep the car until they're finished. The car is fine, but it is not my van. I guess I'm spoiled, we all are! We need our space. Anna needs to not be so close to her sister. Neen tends to not be so nice when she doesn't have her own space and hands start flying. Bub's neck is starting to hurt, and my ears are hurting. Wednesday can't come soon enough.



Friday I went to the perinatologist for my progesterone shot. They take my blood pressure and weight weekly when I go in. I thought my weight sounded high that day, and asked her to look back at my chart. For the last 6 weeks that I've been getting the shots I've gained 2 lbs a week. Yep, 6 weeks and 12 pounds. I asked the nurse if that was ok, and she said yes, that it was the hormones they were giving me. She said that progesterone makes you store fat. WHAAAA? I asked her if it would go away once I have the baby and she said it should. I told her that I was told that there were no side effects to the injections, and she giggled. i told her that the fat better come off or the doctor would be paying for me to go on a weight loss program.



At that moment I felt so defeated and angry. I told myself that what the nurse said was crazy, and that she must have been mistaken. I came home and posted on my Mommy Board, because I have a friend on there, Lindsey who is studying to be a midwife. She is a wealth of knowledge, and I am so glad to have her as a friend. I just knew that she would reassure me and tell me that my nurse was crazy, and that I was just experiencing a growth spurt. Later that night I got back online, and saw that she had posted. I got excited just knowing that I would not be gaining fat my entire pregnancy. I read her post and lost it. I cried, and cried.(Don't worry Lindsey....I still love you!) Probably the progesterone making me cry right? My nurse was RIGHT!! Progesterone makes you store fat, and I would continue to gain weight! Are you kidding me? Why oh why was I not told this? Oh....I know, because I might have declined it like my gut told me to to begin with. I waited until the very last minute to decide to take the injections. I knew they were a precaution and would cut risk from having a spontaneous preterm delivery by 2/3rds, but I wasn't quite sure I fit in that category. Yes, I've had two preemies, and one spontaneous labor, but I still didn't know if I fit that mold. My doctor said that if it was his wife that he would recommend her get the injections, and that is what sold me. Also, what if I did go into labor early and hadn't decided to take the progesterone. I would have been so upset with myself.



I guess there are things much worse than fat storage, but please. I do not want to work it off!! I'm lazy in that aspect, and I haven't lost all my weight from when I was pregnant with Neen. :(



I'm hoping this next week will be better. I have a sonogram on Tuesday, and I get to spend the day with my husband.



Have I mentioned that he hasn't been home much the last few weeks, and I miss him? He's opening a new store in Santa Fe. He's not had a day off in weeks, and has not been home until about 7:00 every night. That's our busiest time. Dinner, baths, and bed. I can't wait until Tuesday when he's off. It might be National Hug day for me!!!!!!