So I went to the doctor on Tuesday and had my fourth ultrasound. Baby Boy J is now weighing in at 5 lbs! Can't wait to see what he tips the scales at when he finally arrives!
The doc and I discussed everything that's been going on with my whacked out body and just when I thought he'd say "try to be down as much as possible" he said "why don't we consider a wheelchair?"
Um, yeah. I nearly fell over laughing. I thought he was kidding and when he assured me he wasn't, I informed the Good Doctor that it was never. gonna. happen. With three other kiddo's and a house with stairs, not to mention a non-wheel chair accessible van, that's a big fat NO.
So then he says that he'd like to see me use a cane.
A CANE PEOPLE!
Again, never gonna happen. I admitted my vanity and said that as long as my bones were still hanging together, even by a thread, I would hobble along unassisted.
A cane, seriously.
My new approach is to avoid the stairs as much as possible which is a bit tricky but I am steadfast! Sure, the laundry room is up there, as is my room, everything that Sienna needs, and all the toys and books but it's all good.
In other news, I had a dream that Alicia and I were running in a hundred mile race last night. (Perhaps we were inspired by Marilyn's husband??) Anyhoo, it was hilarious. At one point, we were racing up this HUGE hill and Alicia was telling me funny things about her parents, which cracked me up, and we were both carrying paper plates in our hands (were we hoping for snacks??) And, I had an air mattress folded under my arm (in case we got tired??) But we chugged along and made it to a train station where we handed over our paper plates and ran on to the next leg of our journey. Completely bizarre but very entertaining!