This past weekend was not a walk in the park for us. I ended up in the ER with severe abdominal pain, nausea and vomiting and we were a tad panicked that there was something wrong with baby Sesame Fluf (who is NOT looking much like a sesame seed any longer!). It turned out that I just had a really severe bladder infection and I was really dehydrated – thank goodness for bad news that really is good news! We lucked out with two really awesome nurses, Barb and Ian, and a doc with decent bedside manner! They pumped me full of fluids and antibiotics and gravol and sent us on our merry way, with an order for an ultrasound first thing in the a.m.
It wasn’t until we were finished with the ultrasound and the radiologist had given us the thumbs up about the baby that we finally started breathing easily again. After all, what’s a measly bladder infection compared to a baby in potential distress. I woke up this morning feeling less than 100% – achy, exhausted, a little down and a little frustrated about this pregnancy. Truth be told, I’m feeling a tad sorry for myself and wondering why I can’t be one of those women who sails through a pregnancy with no problems, complications or complaints. Of course, it is always in these moments that my inner being reminds me what I have to be grateful for and pulls me back from the edge of the Whiner’s Canyon I’m standing on.
This is a good time to do another installment of G & A. After all, I have much to be grateful about and it never hurts to remind ourselves about being positive as often as possible.
It’s been about a month, which is less often than I would like, but here goes.
Today’s Attitude goes out to:
- The dude in the huge, jacked up, black F350 who was driving along beside us on the way to the hospital, texting away on his phone and drifting into our lane. Texting while driving is, in my opinion, one of the most ridiculously STUPID choices a person can make and I hope that guy comes to his senses before he kills people with his obviously low intellect.
- The drunk guy in the waiting room of the ER who yelled at me and Greg about Michael Jackson being a pervert who got what he deserved all because we were discussing possible baby names and the name “Michael” came up once or twice. Excuse me, Mr. Drunk, but I didn’t scream at you about smelling like a distillery from a mile away, did I? Exactly. Shut the hell up.
- The guy who lives across the street from us, AT 417 LINDEN AVE, KAMLOOPS, BC, who continues to mistreat his dog, despite my repeated calls to the SPCA, bylaws, Human Society, his landlord, etc. What does it take to get an animal away from someone who so obviously abuses it? I guess this Attitude also goes out to the SPCA (whom we donate money to every year) because they obviously allow animal cruelty to go on and on, regardless of how many people bring it to their attention. Am I frustrated with this situation? You bet I am, but what can I do short of sneaking into the guy’s back yard and stealing the dog? And, after sending in as many complaints as I have, where do you think the first place they would look would be??? Exactly. What to do? What to do?
And, as I always try to end my rants on a good note, today’s Gratitude goes out to:
- Gregory. He is the most amazing husband a girl could ask for. So patient lately and so good at keeping up my spirits through this rocky road we’re on. I love him more and more every day and I thought I loved him so much already.
- Ultrasounds. Nothing says, “Yay, my baby is feeling good,” like watching him kick up a storm and dance a little jig on the screen during an ultrasound. This was the first scan we’ve had where the baby actually looks like a baby and regardless of how crappy I felt, it was obvious that he was doing just fine. It was an awesome feeling and I could have watched him for hours. It reminded me to be grateful that we ever got pregnant in the first place (our own little miracle) and to keep my cranky thoughts in check the next time I was feeling crappy about being pregnant!
- Michelle from The Ruby Room Spa (downtown). I love, love, love my biosculpt gel overlays. They are so thin and they look so real that I often forget that they’re not. If you haven’t had a chance to check out the Spa, it’s upstairs in the Ruby Room retail store at 145 Victoria St. Great clothes. Great nails. Great gals. Check it out.
- My brother Mike. For having the same, super long, ugly toes as me. It makes me feel good to know I’m not the only freak of nature in our family…just kidding…I mean for being so smart about money and for sharing his secrets with me (and soon the rest of the world).
- Miss Alysha and Janna Fehr. I just can’t get enough of those two little rays of sunshine. They make me laugh and they make me feel loved with all of their hugs and kisses. Florriann and Glen, you’ve done a great job with your girls – keep up the good work!!!
- The Rick Mercer Report – always good when I need a laugh…or ten!
- Mom. Always here, even though she’s gone and always so good at reminding me to just breathe or to suck it up and stop whining so much. I hope I am even a tenth of the mom she was!
- Leroy, the Sock Monkey. So darn cute he can always bring a big smile to my frowny face!
- Lime green paint. What a way to make the walls in my office stand out and shout, “Cheer the hell up everybody!”
- My brides and grooms of 2010. The ones I’ve already booked are amazing, interesting, beautiful people inside and out and I can’t wait for wedding season to start up in early April. The ones I haven’t booked yet…I’m looking forward to meeting you and hearing your stories and using my camera and my sense of humor to make your day as beautiful and as special as you’ve always dreamed it will be.
That’s it for me. I’m beat and need to take a nap. I’ll be doing my best to do another write up on Zen Rising this evening (perhaps during the pairs olympic skate), so if you’ve been waiting for it, I apologize for the delay. And, until then, have a good day my friends. I wish you all enough…
Here’s a couple shots of “Sesame” LeFlufy at 15 weeks.