Urgent Care trip #3

I hope everyone's holidays were ducky. Ours were super - we visited with family and friends, ate too much, and watched Ryan make a haul of biblical proportions. Jen and I also learned we have three more friends that have been bitten by the pregnancy bug!! See what happens? The cool kids start a trend and everyone has to follow. So, congratulations to Sarah O., Jane Doe 1 and Jane Doe 2. I hope Jen has carried enough of a cross to satisfy the pregnancy karma police and you all have a smooth ride.

So, down to the dirt: at approximately 1:30 Monday morning I woke to find Jen on the other side of the bed staring into a bucket. Even in my groggy state, this was a sight where I instantly knew to make a little room between myself and the oncoming event. Now, if I possessed even a *little* less discretion, I might have asked Jen if maybe the bed wasn't the perfect place to lose her Christmas day meal but if there is one member of the household that has really stepped up his game during this pregnancy, it's our Kemp's French Vanilla Ice Cream bucket. ...So I simply watched in silence as my poor wife defiled our star player. Approximately 1 hour later, other symptoms made their presence known and by 8AM the following morning, Jen had relegated herself to a bed-weight, only getting up to crawl to the bathroom for one of two aforementioned activities.

I came home from work to take her to Waconia's urgent care. As we turned the corner into the parking lot, her midwife returned our call and told us not to come in but to wait until an hour after the last Mount St. Jen eruption and try sucking on a couple of freezies. Our major concerns at this point were 1) what's the problem here? 2) how long before her obvious dehydration should be professionally treated? 3) when the hell is Radiohead's next album coming out, and will they put aside their obvious distaste for the Midwest US during their next tour?? I reluctantly turned around thinking we would be back as soon as she made fodder of our freezy supply. But, to our amazement she managed to keep them down and slowly felt better as the day progressed and more fluids stayed down. She was in bed by 8pm that night and felt 100% Jen by the next morning.

I had thought that after the 1st tri and the Previa thing went away we were home free, but being a worrisome spaz assures me this: there is always something to worry about. I started thinking how much better I will feel after little Henrietta is born. Then all I need to think about is: school, boys, grades, sports, boys, saving for college, going to college, boys in college, getting a job after college... Yeah. There will be another blog.

Another milestone: I have felt her move now by resting my hand on Jen's belly. It's unbelievable...