Henry and his ball

So, we have these kitty toys - little balls, maybe 2 inches in diameter that are soft and are 'bat-able'. Henry treats these balls as kill and will gather up all the balls he can find into one area and then meow-wail. The pathetic noise you hear when a cat has caught a mouse, that is the noise Henry makes when he has gathered his balls. He was in the habit of doing this late at night while were were sleeping and as much as I'd try to ignore it thinking he'd just stop he never did. The first night, I got up and took his balls away. He must have seen me put them on top of my dresser because shortly after I got back into bed I could hear him on top of the dresser rustling around for his balls. I learned after that to put them under my pillow. I learned after that finally to just remove the balls from sight before I went to bed. After doing that for a few nights in a row, I gave him back ball privileges. I think he must have learned, because he no longer meow-wails while we're sleeping. 

Now he plays ball constantly through out the day and evening though when we're home. He has claws, so he'll snag the ball and whip it through the air and then goes and gets it and repeats. Its like he is throwing the ball for himself! Sometimes though, he'll enlist our participation. Like last weekend, I was sitting on the floor in the spare room sorting through crap to pack up or throw away and Henry came walking in with a ball in his mouth. He dropped it directly in front of me and just stood there. I figured that was a bit of a freak accident, but went ahead and threw the ball for him. I'll be damned if he didn't return that ball to me 32 more times in a row, dropping it on the floor right in front of me! Okay, maybe not 32, but easily at least 20 times before I was done playing and pocketed the ball.

And just last night, Lance was sitting on the couch watching Henry entertain himself with the ball. During one of his paw ball flings, he threw it directly into Lance's lap. If that doesn't say PLAY WITH ME, I don't know what does...

Snoring?

I'll admit it, I will occasionally breathe a little heavy while sleeping - it is so dainty though, not many would really call it a snore. More like, light puffs of air.

Turns out though, yet another fabulous perk of being knocked up is the snoring. 3rd trimester snores get louder and more frequent because of some medical reason I googled. Something about your nose membranes swelling...great. Everything else is swelling, why not my nose membranes too?

The last few nights Lance has woken me up to tell me I'm snoring, and I'm snoring LOUDLY. Every time, I'm just incredulous, like really? Me? I'm snoring? Oh geez, I'm really sorry. Then I guess I fall right back asleep and turn on the snores again. LOL - Last night was just too much for him to handle, he woke me up again to tell me I was snoring and that he was going to go downstairs to sleep on the couch. 

This morning he tells me that I was snoring so loudly, he could hear me through the floor! OMG, that is pretty appalling. I wonder what our renter thinks? Hopefully he just thinks it is one of the dogs. But Lance had pillows over his head trying to block out my snores while the heat-seeking kitties were crawling on him looking for a good lay down spot. The 3rd cat was puking her way around the couch, Lance could hear her getting sick so he had to keep getting up to clean it up. Listening to him retell last night's events this morning I felt so bad for him. Poor thing, he just wanted some sleep and he looks like he didn't get ANY sleep. 

As I type it all out, I can't help but giggle because it does sound pretty funny. But I do feel for him, I know what its like to not get good sleep. There are nights when baby just won't let me, she's found that she is able to reach some special spot in me that is attached to my sciatic nerve - she is either gnawing on it or bouncing on it. Either way, it sends shooting pains down my leg and that is pretty hard to sleep through. 

People say this is just preparing us for all those supposed nights ahead when baby is out and we're not able to sleep. I say we're going to get a baby that likes to sleep through the night :)

Lock Down :(

I had another OB appointment on Friday, all is well. However, I have been put on lock down. I'm not supposed to travel any further than 100 miles away from my doctor. Because of the whole 'high risk' thing, there is a chance I could always pop sooner than later and doc wants me near to her. Which is good, but at the same time, kind of affects some out of town plans we've had for awhile. Baby Shower, Thanksgiving, Family time...

My sisters had been planning a baby shower for me, complete with specifically requested food items. (these days, it is ALL about the food...who am I kidding, its always been about the food) They've decided to go ahead with the shower, invites have gone out already. So, they're going to have MY party without ME! I told mom I suppose that's okay, but neither of them are allowed to open a single one of my presents!!

And I'm going to miss seeing all the people I was hoping to see back home. Poor me...

Maybe Lance will make me another pie to make me feel better.

Baby scare

I'll start off with baby is OK. But we spent a few hours at the hospital yesterday with me hooked up to some baby watching monitor. The doctor had the machine on for what seemed like forever and then says he wasn't getting the results he wanted to see. He was able to get the heartbeat (whew!) but wasn't seeing 'spikes' like they like to see. ?? So, he sent me over for an ultrasound. The ultrasound was totally reassuring. We could see baby moving around all over the place in there, she was opening and closing her fists, moving her legs, her arms...everything looked really good.

I'd called the doctor because starting the end of last week things weren't feeling right. She had been in the habit of moving and kicking me about every 20 minutes or so. Suddenly that stopped and I wasn't feeling her moving like I had been. With much cooing and poking and prodding, we were able to get a little whoof out of her each night but after a whole weekend of the same I was just a little too worried to not call the doctor. 

It is still really strange though, that all the movement we were seeing on the screen, I wasn't able to feel. Doctor said she must have gotten herself into some weird position that was muffling her movements to me. She must have flipped herself around again already because today I've been feeling her more again like normal. It took me so long to get used to feeling her moving inside of me that when it wasn't there, I really missed it! 

So sad...

I found this blog today:

http://www.mattlogelin.com/

I started with this page:

http://www.mattlogelin.com/archives/2008/04/13/what-happened/

Just be forewarned, it is a very sad, tragic story.

Nothing in particular

I find I'm becoming more and more scatter-brained. Yes, I realize I've always had a touch of "the blondies", but since being pregnant, it is just amplified. It is hard to use my words, I loose focus on what I'm doing, I daydream when someone is talking to me. From what I read, this is normal. Just another one of those perks of pregnancy. 

I have my first baby shower in a couple weeks, I'm really excited! And one of the best parts of it is that I will hopefully get a cake from Lovejoy's. They are who we used for our wedding cake (Oh, so long ago) and we loved loved it and I've thought of their cakes over the years but could never justify getting one. Now that I'm having a baby shower though, I think that counts as a special occasion. I've brought it up to Carol a couple times so I think she knows I really really want it. lol

Lance is almost, really almost done with the outside of the house. The summer project has unfortunately dragged on and on. With him doing the bulk of the work by himself, I can understand why he's tired of working on it. He's had a helpful hand from others here and there, but it has mostly been him and I can see how burned out he is. I'm hopeful that he'll get it all finished up by the end of this weekend. Because once that is done and no longer a worry, we can move our (his) focus to the baby room!

I'm so anxious to get started on the baby room, its all I can think about. He emptied it out of all the storage crap we'd piled in there and now we're just piling gift bags of baby clothes in there. We did have an electrician come last week and do some wiring for us, so that room now has an actual light switch on the wall - imagine! And the electrician put in our light fixture for us too, but of course with that little bit of work he did came more work for Lance. Some mudding and sanding to do before he can paint. But at least we've already got the ceiling and trim paint done in that room, we're just changing the wall color. Hopefully it will go quickly so we (I) can start building the room :)

Crying with a touch of yelling

This weekend, I was taking a shower and for some reason started thinking about a specific time when Lance sent me flowers. So I'm showering, thinking about that, then started thinking I want some flowers now. As I thought about how badly I wanted flowers I started to cry. I wanted some flowers that much! I realized how ridiculous that was and tried to laugh to make the crying stop, but I only ended up crying harder because I wanted flowers.

Wow. Hormones are freaky. So I of course tell Lance I had a crying fit in the shower because I want flowers. Good man that he is, he didn't laugh at me too much, rather gave me an 'aww, baby its okay' :) My inner freak was screaming, NO it isn't OK, I want FLOWERS!!! 

I think it was the same day, just later that I started rambling about pie. I want pie. I want cherry pie. Where can I get pie. I need pie. I just couldn't shake it...I seriously needed pie, cherry pie. It couldn't be Baker's Square or anything like that, because they suck. It couldn't be the cheapo hostess kind, it had to be real honest to goodness Amish type pie. By the time Sunday rolled around, it had turned into 'I need some God damn pie!' 'Where can I get some God damn pie!?'

Lance recognized the urgency of the situation and made me a pie. Home-made crust, real cherries, the whole works. I ate that pie and had the most contended moment ever. It was the best pie in the world. And he made it for me :)

All is well again

Just in case you were worried, we didn't miss Survivor. I did go buy a $10 set of bunny ears to get us through until the Directv thingee arrived in the mail. Pretty pathetic, but I do love me some tv!!

And this last weekend we went up to Wisconsin for one of my nephew's wedding. The last of the original 3 to get married...makes me feel even older. It was a really beautiful ceremony and reception - they did a great job. I had a good time, though had I not been pregnant, swollen, and tired, I'm pretty sure I would have had a better time. I did get to see a lot of family members that you usually just see at funerals and weddings and it is always better to see them at the weddings - so that part was cool. 

I feel like nothing has really happened lately, all I've been doing is going to work, coming home, and falling asleep within minutes of having had supper. I think I'm entering another one of those tired phases, hopefully it passes soon.