Pain in the back side

The last few days, anytime the kid moves or I have a braxton-hicks contraction, I get this irritating shooting pain up my back (spinal cord area) up to my neck. By the time the day is through, I am a mass of knots. So I asked the experiences of some of my girlfriends who told me I should call the doctor (and I promise I will if it keeps persisting). I did talk to my mom about it today who told that she did this when the baby was getting ready to engage. I'm thinking she's right because it's almost like the baby is on a nerve. It's one of those days when I would kill to be able to take an Excedrin Tension headache.

GIT update

Once again, GIT was late on Monday. She made her appearance around noon. Luckily it wasn't a busy day.

We are moving offices this week to another floor which means we have all had to box up our office for the movers. Well, I was basically told by GIT that she would help (read do it for me) because I didn't need to be packing my office.

I wasn't in a good mood anyway due to other issues, and I finally snapped. I went off on her.

I said, "You know, things are not the same as they were in your day. My OB has not put any restrictions on me except to say don't do what I don't think my body will allow me not to do. I'm pregnant; I'm not an invalid. If I think it's too much, I won't do it. I lift a 50 lb. toddler everyday. I think I can box up my office."

I kind of felt bad afterwards for going off, but I also kind of felt good b/c that has so needed to be said for months now. She did apologize quickly but I was just so sick of the "Are you oks?" that her comment was the final straw.

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We are also getting ready to gear up for our busy time again and two of those busy days fall right in line with the move dates (tomorrow and Friday). So I made sure to give her a heads up to get things done first thing when she gets in to eliminate issues. I also told her that this month she is on her own. I will answer questions, but I'm going to make her think through the process rather than answering her directly, KWIM? Wish us luck.

You broke my heart

I've been meaning to post this for a couple of days. (I'll be playing catch up on posts so be aware.)

Sunday, I was working on some stuff while waiting for B to get back from his step-brother's. I flipped through the channels and found that All Dogs Go to Heaven 2 was on. Well, M LOVES 1, so I thought I would let him watch 2. Well, I didn't realize that the underlying theme is about a missing boy that is taken care of by the dogs. The boy actually ran away from home because his mother is pregnant.

Well, after the show is over, M crawled up into my lap and gave me a big hug and kiss. He then put his hands on my face and pulled me close and asked, "Mommy, you'll still love me when the baby comes, right?"

I about lost it right there. I pulled him close, kissed him on his forehead, and assured him that I loved him that I will love him always and no one will ever take his place. I snuggled with him while I tried to regain my composure.

One of my friends said that he is wise beyond his years. I think she's right.

The alarm clock

So, this morning I woke up before the alarm. I looked over at the clock which read "3:32 AM." UGH! Of course, I had to go the the restroom, so I got up and came back to find M in my spot. He was already in bed with us (having gotten in sometime during the course of the night). Rather than move him, I just attempted to straighten him up in the bed. He was lying somewhat sideways.

Well, I had trouble going back to sleep by this time because, of course, the baby is up and moving. So I laid there watching M sleep and resisting the urge to pull him up close to my chest and snuggle with him. I wanted to snuggle with him so badly, but my belly and the huge body pillow that I am having to sleep with wedged under my belly didn't allow me to do so. I resigned myself to playing with his hair for a while and listening to his content sighs.

I looked over at the clock again and it was 4:30. It was apparent that I was wide awake and would be unable to go back to sleep so I just got up. I got the clothes out of the dryer, moved the towels over from the washer, and started my morning routine. I was finished by 6 so I pulled a T-shirt onto M, carried him to the bathroom to potty, and then we left for Tulsa. I got to work at 7.

Well now it's almost 9 am and I'm so tired. It's going to be a long day.

It doesn't help that we are doing office moves and I need to go through files and throw stuff away and box stuff up. *yawn* Like I said, it's going to be a long day.

Miss Hannigan?

I never thought I bore a resemblance to Miss Hannigan (think Annie here) until this morning. I woke M up for the day and made him to go the bathroom first thing. On his way to the bathroom, M proceeded to stomp on my foot with his heel because he was mad at me.

OUCH!

I had flashbacks to Annie as I stood there holding and rubbing the point of contact on my foot (which was probably quite a funny sight with my pregnant self). I told B about it; I guess he did it last week to B. Thanks for the heads up!