Wow, I suck. It's been over a week since I posted and I promised to post about what the baby was; I sort of forgot between being constantly ill, tired, and having a houseguest.
SO FOR THE BIG NEWS.
It's a girl.
When we went to get our ultrasound, she kept taking a swing at the ultrasound wand; apparently she doesn't like being up early either. I wonder where she gets that from. Anyway, the guy was trying to get a good shot so he could be certain she was a she, when all of a sudden he switched views and she spread her legs wide open. Yep. That's my daughter. She better get it out of her system now, because she better not be spreading her legs for another forty years.
That night, Matt and I went out to dinner at a fancy restaurant. It was Prom Night and all the girls were wearing their fancy (read:slutty) dresses that didn't cover NEARLY enough. I'd never noticed how skimpy evening wear could be until that night, when I promptly turned to Matt and said, "She is NEVER going to Prom." He didn't argue.
So now I'm home on disability already; I went in because I was having severe headaches and, lo and behold, lost another pound. We decided it was best for me to take a month off work so that I could spend my time EATING EVERY HOUR.
Now, I've never had a problem eating. Ever. I've often heard the phrases "Whoa, slow down" and "Is that all for you?". I never thought pregnancy was going to be the best diet that ever happened to me. Thankfully, little miss peanut is gaining weight and looks to be the right size for her age. So, a whole month of eating, this should be interesting. I'm hoping to come home in June, so those of you that read this, please do keep this in mind; I would love to see you.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Need a Hand?
WARNING: DO NOT LOOK AT PICTURE BELOW IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH OR ARE OTHERWISE A SISSY.
Hahaha, get it? Need a hand? I went back and forth between titling this blog "Can I get a hand with this?" and "Need a hand?" but I think in this case, less is more. If you find that offensive, sorry! I look at shit like this all day long and I need to keep my sense of humor somehow.
My patient was really nice yesterday and said I could take pictures and tell his story all I wanted, and even show them to other people. I took a few souveneir pictures for him, too, and told him to flash them to the ladies at the bar to show how tough he was.
This actually had a really good outcome; his hand was still attached and had great circulation for how dramatic it looks. He didn't even hit the bone (with the chainsaw) and he still had nerve sensation, so I have high hopes for this guy. He gave me a hug when he left, and his mom kissed me on the cheek. His mom sort of reminded me of Aunt Edie, only she was hispanic.
I know this is supposed to be a blog about my baby, but my baby is pretty quiet at the moment; I'm fairly sure I'm starting to feel him move around. I felt a lot of action when we went to see Iron Man, which may have been wishful thinking that my little nerd was excited about the movie. We find out on Friday if it's a boy or a girl, and I cannot WAIT. I will be posting the result in my blog, but I will provide ample warning for those that want to be surprised. I don't know how I'll keep it a surprise, though, so sorry in advance.
Since most of my family reads this, try to keep a weekend open in July. I'm going to try to come home for a baby shower. LISA, RACHAEL, AND AMY, THIS MEANS YOU. I am pitiless and will not hear any excuses if I drag my pregnant ass to Washington from California and nobody comes to see me!
I had a funny incident about a week ago with a four year old boy that was begging for crutches; he had seen the girl next door hobble out with some and he was convinced he needed some too. The conversation went something like this:
"I need those things that go in my armpits so I can walk."
"What things? You mean crutches?"
"Yeah!" (The whole time he's flapping his arms and has his hands in his armpits like a little gorilla.)
"Oh. Well...we only give crutches to...uh...to girls! That's right. You don't want to be a GIRL, do you?"
"Ye-...no. No."
"How about a popsicle instead?"
"Okay!"
Hah. Adult manipulation rules. I'd say I had a HAND in correcting his behavior! Hahah, and it comes full circle!
Hahaha, get it? Need a hand? I went back and forth between titling this blog "Can I get a hand with this?" and "Need a hand?" but I think in this case, less is more. If you find that offensive, sorry! I look at shit like this all day long and I need to keep my sense of humor somehow.
My patient was really nice yesterday and said I could take pictures and tell his story all I wanted, and even show them to other people. I took a few souveneir pictures for him, too, and told him to flash them to the ladies at the bar to show how tough he was.
This actually had a really good outcome; his hand was still attached and had great circulation for how dramatic it looks. He didn't even hit the bone (with the chainsaw) and he still had nerve sensation, so I have high hopes for this guy. He gave me a hug when he left, and his mom kissed me on the cheek. His mom sort of reminded me of Aunt Edie, only she was hispanic.
I know this is supposed to be a blog about my baby, but my baby is pretty quiet at the moment; I'm fairly sure I'm starting to feel him move around. I felt a lot of action when we went to see Iron Man, which may have been wishful thinking that my little nerd was excited about the movie. We find out on Friday if it's a boy or a girl, and I cannot WAIT. I will be posting the result in my blog, but I will provide ample warning for those that want to be surprised. I don't know how I'll keep it a surprise, though, so sorry in advance.
Since most of my family reads this, try to keep a weekend open in July. I'm going to try to come home for a baby shower. LISA, RACHAEL, AND AMY, THIS MEANS YOU. I am pitiless and will not hear any excuses if I drag my pregnant ass to Washington from California and nobody comes to see me!
I had a funny incident about a week ago with a four year old boy that was begging for crutches; he had seen the girl next door hobble out with some and he was convinced he needed some too. The conversation went something like this:
"I need those things that go in my armpits so I can walk."
"What things? You mean crutches?"
"Yeah!" (The whole time he's flapping his arms and has his hands in his armpits like a little gorilla.)
"Oh. Well...we only give crutches to...uh...to girls! That's right. You don't want to be a GIRL, do you?"
"Ye-...no. No."
"How about a popsicle instead?"
"Okay!"
Hah. Adult manipulation rules. I'd say I had a HAND in correcting his behavior! Hahah, and it comes full circle!
Friday, May 2, 2008
24 things about me
All right, Rachael tagged me, so here goes. At least it got me to post, instead of being an extreme lazyass.
1)Four places I go over and over
*The Emergency Room
*Barnes and Noble
*The Movie Theater
*Seth's Games and Anime
2)Four People who Email Me
*Matt
*Emergency Nurse's Association
*Michelle
*Arini
3)Four of My Favorite Foods
*My grandmother's spaghetti and meatballs
*Beef Broccoli
*Jasmine Rice
*Homemade vegetable beef stew
4)Four Places I Would Rather Be Right Now
*Walla Walla
*Disneyland
*Powell's City of Books
*My Grandma's House
5)4 People I Think Will Respond
*Amy (Sorry bud, you're my only blogger buddy left that hasn't done it.
I uhh..don't know anyone else that blogs.
6)Four Movies I could Watch Over and Over
*Gladiator
*Lord of the Rings
*300
*The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
1)Four places I go over and over
*The Emergency Room
*Barnes and Noble
*The Movie Theater
*Seth's Games and Anime
2)Four People who Email Me
*Matt
*Emergency Nurse's Association
*Michelle
*Arini
3)Four of My Favorite Foods
*My grandmother's spaghetti and meatballs
*Beef Broccoli
*Jasmine Rice
*Homemade vegetable beef stew
4)Four Places I Would Rather Be Right Now
*Walla Walla
*Disneyland
*Powell's City of Books
*My Grandma's House
5)4 People I Think Will Respond
*Amy (Sorry bud, you're my only blogger buddy left that hasn't done it.
I uhh..don't know anyone else that blogs.
6)Four Movies I could Watch Over and Over
*Gladiator
*Lord of the Rings
*300
*The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
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