Prenatals, how I love thee

a slight fever?

So I spent a couple hours in the hospital Saturday.

I've been watching my contractions for a week now, timing and drinking and taking note. Saturday morning, after I had six in an hour while I was lying in bed, I knew it was time to make a phone call. Frequent contractions at 26 weeks is NOT normal.
Less than five minutes apart is dangerous.

I called my Dr. at home (have I told you how great my doctor is?) and he said, "you better go get checked." I called my Mutti, who has seen every pregnancy experience under the sun, and she said, "you do NOT want to be on medicine for preterm labor. It is horrible. You also do not want to have a baby three months early. Do WHATEVER IT TAKES."

She may also have said "I will do your grocery shopping for you" and "We will tie you to the couch if we have to."

Anyway, Slice and I went to the hospital.

Sparing you the -painful!- details, they didn't find anything seriously wrong. I shouldn't go into labor within the next two weeks. And I don't have to be on bedrest. Yet.
"Just take it easy," they told me.
(I know, right?)

But we still don't know why I contract every time I stand up - do you know how many times in a day you have to stand up?! - or bend over, plus frequently when I am sitting or lying down and doing nothing. When I shower they go in rapid-fire succession.
It's really not fun.


P.S. In case you're wondering, this child is wilder than ever. While I was hooked up and the nurse was trying to get a heartbeat, he kicked and punched and moved around. Typical. We could hear the punching on the monitor, so she poked a little and slid the wand all over, trying to catch him.
(I could almost hear him giggling.)
After a few minutes - "Wow, he's active, isn't he?"
"IS HE EVER."
"Uh ... wow. We'll, uh ... we'll just leave it at that."

6 mos.

You may think you know what you're seeing ... but you probably don't.

For example, the basketball is not growing out of my belly.
Thank goodness.

go Lady Cats, and all that jazz

Last Friday Slice and I attended a high school basketball game; my first in years. I figured we should probably go since it was a State game, at home, and we get in free.

(Our girls team is so awesome this year (20-1?) that they moved the boys Varsity games to 5:00 and the girls to 7:00. 'Cause everyone wants to watch the girls.)

Um, I forgot how loud those games could be.
I pondered wearing earplugs - the Dr. told me I should protect my hearing better from now on - but didn't think they would be necessary.
I was wrong!

I had to plug my ears almost the whole time.


Slice went all camera-happy during the game, snapping literally hundreds of pics while I buried my left ear in his shoulder, trying to get comfortable on those horrid bleacher seats. I'm pretty sure it annoyed him. Also, I love seeing who goes to events like that, often I am surprised. My parents have never gone to school games unless my brothers were playing. They are still uneducated in small-town community etiquette.

Anyway. We won! And the team won again last night at UVU, maybe because of the two packed student buses that didn't get home until the wee hours of the morning.

But if they keep winning, Lana will be gone Saturday during our marathon dress rehearsal.
(Center Stage shows next week!)

I'm torn.

$105 poorer, but so much wiser

FYI: Before you set up a dental appointment (and go through with it), you should check to make sure they carry your insurance.

Hey! It's my half-birthday!

I would like to add that he is a STUDENT right now, first and foremost.

Slice would like me to announce to my readers that he is a painter.

I said, "You want me to say...that you like to paint?"

He said, "No. I am a painter. Put that on the blog. And they can contact me for rates anytime."

So ... you can contact him for rates anytime.

ramblings 2

Soldier Hollow found my phone! They've been searching for the right charger, so they could find a number to call home. I think they must have found it before the snow set in. Thank you Soldier Hollow Charter School.

Is anyone else annoyed by all the war-mongering in the Olympics media?
Can we stop throwing antagonizing quotes at Lysacek like he doesn't know what "they" are saying?! Let him be gracious!

Ice Dancing. Mesmerizing in a morbid-curiosity kind of way. But why is it getting so much media coverage?

Petra Majdic is my new definition of AWESOME.

Slice does not like peanut butter cookies. I'm still in shock.
Probably would have been good to know before I made them.

Tithing check for yesterday: Check #666.

monday ramblings 1

feeling a bit under the weather
(colds + pregnancy = so fun ... now neither of my ears work properly)

thinking it's probably because of everything I'm bottling up
(no one loves dirty laundry aired on the Internets, but you'll hear about it later anyway)

combined with 5-hour Center Stage rehearsals, 3 jobs, various projects, etc.

and turns out-
it is really nice to have someone who understands the
suffocation/anxiety/frustration/pain
you are living with, and
who still loves you anyway.
(Slice!)
Especially when he shops, cooks meals and washes the dishes while you sleep.


IT TURNS OUT,
someone else knows what you're going through -
and don't you love it when you realize that
scriptures, Sacrament Meeting talks and choir pieces
were written just for you?

I love that.

We must be breeding an Army

I was talking to one of our Primary teachers during Sharing Time on Sunday (shame, I know) who also happens to be pregnant. We counted up the pregnant women in our ward - six that we could think of - and we realized that everyone who "knows" by now is expecting a boy.

Then I started thinking of my friends who are pregnant, and most of them are having boys.

Almost all of my pregnant cousins are also having boys.

What could it be?

Who will they marry?

(China, I'm asking you.)

Well, this is neat

Next week we will be hosting a "Wordle Week" here in the LMC. I have spent many days preparing.

(Don't you wish your job was that fun!)

If you've been reading here long enough, you may recall that I check our top titles semi-obsessively. I even figured out how to manipulate them so I know what books have been checked out the most over the last one, three, five years, etc. So ... of course I had to Wordle them. Combining library stats with Wordles is, like, eating raspberries and Crème brûlée.
Delicious.

Top 50 checkouts since 2005- Fiction

Top 50 checkouts since 2005 - Non-fiction

(I played with those a little because Manga books took up the whole list)

And....since we've been talking about names here....

First names of UHS Freshmen

Not as bad as the Elementary School kids, for sure!

This program was brought to you by http://www.wordle.net.
Stay tuned for more Wordles.
Maybe.