August 7, 2009

Just Letting You Know I’m Still Alive

I woke up this morning in a panicked state. I haven’t blogged in a week, I thought, only to log in to WordPress and realize it’s only been three days.

I know I’m slacking in the blogging department, and I wish I had a valid excuse. Not that pregnancy isn’t a good enough reason, it’s just that I’m sick of using it as my scapegoat. Even though I’m in my third trimester and I am dealing with some late pregnancy ailments, things are really going well, better than I expected.

Perhaps I’m comparing this pregnancy with my first pregnancy and the torture I endured to bring Dawson into the world. (No, I’m not talking about the pain, I’m talking about the way he was born and how it still affects me. But, I’m not going there again. I promise.)

Thus far, I’ve been home with Dawson, all day, every day for almost a week. He no longer goes to daycare. We decided that since he will be going to school (4-year-old kindergarten) in less than a month that it would be good to spend some time with him before he’s gone three hours each day (five days a week!) and before another little person joins our family.

As mother to my son, one that is growing right before my eyes, I realize I’m not very knowledgable on all things boy. He is no longer enthralled by Dora and Diego. Instead he prefers the big boy cartoons on the Toon channel, such as Transformers. Because that one is on at 5:30 in the morning, and no one in my house comes alive before 7 a.m. (okay, Doug is the exception because he works really early), I’ve been recording it on the DVR and we watch it at more reasonable hour. Like 9 a.m.

I’ve learned that my son will probably be the next Tony Little or Jared the Subway Guy. We go for a walk around the block each day, and Dawson loves to speed walk. He’ll be several paces ahead of me, and then he’ll stop, turn around and say, “Come on! Get your heartbeat up! You can do it, Mom!”

Yesterday we had salad and watermelon for lunch. Dawson scarfed down his plate and then told me he had to do push-ups and crunches so that he could burn off the calories (which he calls “caa-war-ees”). I asked him where on Earth he learned this stuff, and he told me he saw it on TV. I later learned it was a commercial for Nutri-System. It was quite hilarious.

I managed to take a trip to Target last weekend and buy all of Dawson’s school supplies. I wanted to get that out of the way, just in case bed rest is in my furture due to my fluctuating blood pressure. Some days it’s good, other days it spikes and the doctors freak out. I’m so over the freaking out thing. I’ve worn these shoes before. I know how to deal with it. I still hate it, but I make it work.

After Target I went to the grocery store and got all the foods my doctor recommends I eat. Oranges and OJ (taken with my iron pill), skim milk (taken with my blood pressure pill) dark leafy greens like spinach and watermelon. They say that vitamin C helps the iron pill absorb, the calcium in the milk helps lower blood pressure (in combination with the meds) and the spinach and watermelon are just alternatives to the above.

Lately, I have been having food aversions, mostly to meats and this is not good when one already has an iron deficiency while pregnant. Thankfully, a very kind gentleman working in the meat department of the grocery store in which my husband works at, offered some awesome choices for picky pregnant women. Thanks, Ken! (And a shout out to Carole, his awesome wife who reads this blog: Your husband helped me find a few things that my husband put on the grocery list that I couldn’t find. Turns out I passed the meat case they were in at least five times. I blame pregnancy and a fear of raw meat.)

I ended up buying two small lean steaks. The steak was okay, but honestly, I’m not sure if I’ll be having steak for quite awhile. I just don’t care for it this pregnancy. Doug nearly died, because steak is one of my most favorite foods. Even chicken and fish are on my list of yuck these days. (Don’t worry, next week I’ll crave grilled chicken and eat it every day for a week. That’s how odd my cravings are these days.)

Wow. This blog post is all random. I have forgotten my point.

Whatever, moving on.

Dawson will be visiting my parents’ house this afternoon so that I may get some rest without all the constant demands of an almost 5-year-old. I just want to lay down and read a book and watch Roseanne reruns. The Doodlebug has so much energy. He wants to run, run, RUN and Grandpa Frank is just the buddy my active child needs. They will be playing baseball and going on 4-wheeler rides and all the things boys like to do. (Doug would have taken him to the park, but he works long and crazy hours, waking each day at 5 a.m. Poor guy.)

Still can’t remember the point of this post. Perhaps I just wanted y’all to know I’m still alive.

Happy Friday! Happy Weekend!