That La Kid

Tom took me to see “Titanic” in 3D yesterday.  I usually don’t go to 3D if I can help it, but it was pretty well-done.  Usually I find the 3D distracting, but this was good.  I watched an interview where James Cameron said that it would have to be stunning or he wouldn’t go for it… or something like that.  It was stunning.

Won’t be long now and we won’t be able to go on many dates.  Not that it matters all that much, we don’t do a whole lot of date nights anyway.  Or I should say, every night with Tom is date night.  He makes amazing dinners and we snuggle in front of the tv or laptop.

I was SO SICK.  I literally did not keep anything down yesterday.  Tom brought me breakfast, Hardee’s, in bed.  That La Kid is not a fan…  Nausea is nothing new, but the puking, omg… the puking.  I don’t know when I’ll eat a hash brown again.

We went to the mall and I got a bottle of water, then we went to the movie and Tom bought me a pretzel.  The pretzel was good, you know, dry and salty – just a piece of bread, really.  I was feeling good, so we moved on to popcorn.  I should have known better.  How many times have I gotten popcorn and overdone it… and felt sick afterwards when I wasn’t pregnant?!  Anyway, thought I could handle it, thought wrong.

Tom cried like a sissy little baby during the movie.  He was so cute.  It was so much better seeing it this time (beside this sensitive, caring, “I’ll be with you forever” man) than when I saw it the first time (with a huge group of friends, including my crush who didn’t want to sit by me, but instead chose to sit between two other girls who BOTH grew up to be LGBT).

After the movie, we drove around looking at real estate.  We really like where we are now, but aren’t sure about buying here.  The houses are shoulder to shoulder and the neighborhood is good, not great (although we do have a pool).  It was about 10:00 before Tom stopped at a gas station and grabbed some water and crackers.  It’s not his fault, I didn’t say anything about the nausea until it was unbearable, and had gotten to the point I put a bag in my lap in case I tossed my cookies.  We headed home.  He tried to stop and get chicken nuggets – anything to hold me over.  “NO.  Just take me home.”  “Okay.”

At home, Tom served up a single piece of dry toast on the Ratatouille plate that Haley made.  It was good.  I was feeling good.  I sprung for another.  Huge mistake.  BLUUUUEEECCCCHHHHH!

Felt better afterwards, though.

We both crawled into bed and passed out.  My stomach’s not usually this sensitive.  It’s quite annoying.

I dreamed that I was packing the guest/baby’s room up to move.  There were two dolls that went in clear bags with white zippers, you know, like the kind you get when you buy a new comforter.   Anyway… I suddenly hear Gramma Mildred SOBBING… crying hysterically.  Grampa is like, “what? What?”  And she starts going on about her dolls being ruined.  Grampa was like, “well, what happened?”  She pointed at me and said, “SHE RUINED IT!”  “I put them away,” I said.  I looked at the packages and there were 3 locks on one of the dolls’ bags, all 3 different sizes and there were no keys.  We could get it off with a bolt cutter, or just cut the plastic bag.  There was no consoling Gramma.  I felt horrible that she’s that upset and it’s all my fault.

(I only wish people felt that bad when they put a lock on my shit while I was moving.  True life.)

The dream was short, a lot shorter than the time it took to type out.  I woke up very suddenly and snuggled with Tom.  His butt made me forget.

This morning, it’s one slice of  toast with grape jelly and a glass of water.  I’m at about a 2 on the queasiness scale… we’ll see how that goes.

For future reference.

Okay, I’m going to give people the benefit of the doubt and assume some hilarious person started the rumor… but I keep seeing stuff about Snooki’s baby being due on 12/21/2012… the day the world is supposed to end according to the Mayans.  Well… she’d have to conceive, like, now for that to happen.  And she came out and said she was preggers like a month ago.  And if she knew she was preggers, she’d have to be at least 4 weeks along.  (She was more like 15 at that point.)  So, if you see that crap somewhere, DON’T YOU BELIEVE IT.

I don’t get it.  The people who just repost that stuff… can they count to 9 (as in months)?

Don’t get it.

Tom and I are looking to move out of the rental and buy a house here in Charlotte before the baby gets here, but it occurs to me that’s very similar to “eating for two” and forgetting one of us is roughly the size of my thumb.

We had this huge event that I totally forgot to mention to you (other than sharing the utrasound).  We found a doctor that we don’t dislike!

When we met with Ananda, she said hopefully we can find an open-minded Charlottesville doctor who’d be willing to share the responsibilities with a local doctor here in Charlotte.  The first doctor that Tom called was not at all interested.  So, we didn’t mention it to the next doctor, Dr. Wolanski.

We scheduled an appointment with Dr Wolanski on Friday, March 23.  The first thing we did was meet with him in his office.  He was concerned that Tom’s permanent address was listed as Charlotte, NC.  I said, “Actually, we both live there… that’s something we need to talk about.”

So we laid it all out right there on the table.  The family’s there, the facilities are incredible… we want this kid to be born at MJH, like Mom.

To my surprise, Wolanski didn’t pause.  He said fine or sure or alright or something.  Then said he’d had people come from as far or farther.  He threw out Bethesda (not farther, but anyway) and said he asked them, “Are you sure?  This is what you want?”  He said they said, “yep.”  So, that’s what we’re doing.

I had to have some bloodwork done, and we really wanted that ultrasound.  For those, we had to go to the Martha Jefferson Outpatient Center and the main hospital.  The only person who was less than helpful was the lady who scheduled the ultrasound.  It was about 3:45.  She said we needed to be at the ultrasound no later than 4:45.  And oh yeah, by the way, the place where they take your blood also closes at 5:00 and we need you to speak with this Financial Consultant before you go.  She was kind of snippy.  I was like, “alright, we’ll give blood in the morning.”  “They’re closed on Saturday.”  she said.  We are special, okay lady?  And not special like, “everyone’s special.”  We are “I need the thyroid checked and oh by the way we live 4 hours out of town” special.

We talked to the financial lady and then RAN to the Outpatient Center to do the blood work.  I am SO PROUD of Tom, because after we checked in and waited to be called, he went to the window, polite as could be, and said, “Excuse me?  I was just wondering if you had some kind of estimate about how long this usually takes.  I’m sorry to bother you.  We have an appointment in the hospital at 4:45 and I just want to make sure we can do both.”  He came and sat down.  They moved us to the front of the line and called us in ahead of 2 people who were there before us.  The lady who signed me in was SOOOOOOO wonderful.  She said, “I’ll go ahead and check you in to the ultrasound appointment, too.”  We talked about my MJH experience with Mr. Nasty.  (I had my bad day, i.e. Nurse Austin, but overall I was very pleased with how that all went down.)

She said that they love to hear positive feedback.  They work really hard to make it a positive experience despite being in a hospital.  That afternoon solidified my entire plan to have the baby at MJH.

Unless you are over 40, please do not tell me how magically wonderful motherhood is.