Insert.....Foot......In......Mouth!

This week could probably be recorded as the worst I have had this calendar year.  Yes, I will even rank it worse then the weeks of moving from Minnesota back to Wisconsin.

As some or most of you may know, James was sent home from school last week Wednesday because he vomited.  He ended up staying home the remainder of the week, but he bounced back quickly.  Thus, we were able to travel to LaCrosse where my sister hosted a BEAUTIFUL baby sprinkle.  She put a lot of time and energy into the whole thing, from the home-made invitations right down to the hand painted pumpkins (which I will share pics.of eventually because they are AMAZING)!  It was a VERY small and informal gathering of friends, but I felt so loved and blessed to have had the opportunity to celebrate Baby Boy #2 with those who were able to stop by!

As exhausted as I was, I had to power through because this week was crazy.  I had my 3-hour Glucose screening on Monday, and was scheduled to leave straight from that appointment to make my way into Chicago for a trade show.  I started to feel a little queasy halfway through my glucose screening....but I chalked it up to being 30 weeks pregnant and having to fast prior to the screening.  Since I was in Milwaukee for the screening and right down the street from one of my favorite breakfast spots, I decided to make a trip to The Original Pancake House for a stack of hotcakes after my appointment.  This is where things got ugly.........I had two bites of my light fluffy pancakes and immediately had to bolt to the bathroom.  I couldn't decide if I was coming down with something or if I was having a reaction to the glucose test.  Upon calling my doctor, I decided it was the glucose test because I felt alright after becoming sick.  Onward to Chicago for the trade show.......BIG MISTAKE.  I became violently ill while driving down 294 in FOUR lanes of traffic.  I will spare you the graphic details.....but immediately proceeding this episode I found myself parked on a side street in a technology park..........stripping down to my BRA and UNDERWEAR as discreetly as possible (no easy feat at 30 weeks pregnant)......changing into fresh clothes.........scrubbing down the vehicle with every single wet wipe in my possession.  I was too far into my journey to turn around and head home, so I decided to get to the hotel and make a decision about the trade show later that evening or first thing in the morning.  I was ONE block from my hotel when I had to pull over and be sick AGAIN......people were driving by on their commute home from work.......just staring at the poor pregnant lady (wearing PJs...........so as to preserve my only clean set of clothes for the trade show), as I leaned out the door of my truck and tried to keep my convulsing body from falling into the middle of the busy road.  The rest of the night was miserable.  I wasn't able to eat or drink ANYTHING....which meant I had essentially been without food for nearly 24 hours.  I missed the trade show, and focused solely on getting back home in one piece and sans vomit.  It took me the remainder of the week to recover from the bug..........it was UGLY.

Anyway..........as I head into the final day of the weekend.  My spirits are much better, since I have had the opportunity to sanitize the house, do laundry, and make my final purchases for the nursery.  James and I had a great day doing yard work (me raking while James kicked and ran through the piles....it was a bit repetitive), and we had pizza and watched Hocus Pocus this evening.  It has been an incredibly productive weekend.  However with my mood returning to normal, so has my sassy level.  Jake was hunting today, he sent me a picture of his buck via text message.  Problem was, I thought the text was only sent to ME.  He shot a very nice size buck, I just thought the rack looked a bit on the SMALL side.  So I followed up his text with the comment, "Looks Nice. Tiny Rack. I think your wife's is bigger...wink...wink." I then receive a text back from Jake stating that this was a group message........OOPS......hope his buddies got a little chuckle out of it!

Double Whammy!

Ouch....this week was tough.  I had the unfortunate task of completing a sales forecast, which is about as much fun as watching paint dry.  Quite frankly it is also a lot of pulling numbers out of your you-know-where.  Not that I have not become accustomed to this.....what with all the political rhetoric out there.  I am so sick of both parties....and quite frankly this election could not be over soon enough.  I cannot believe how heated people get on THE FACEBOOK....yikes!

Yesterday was not the greatest of days......first received a call from my doctor's office telling me that I had failed my glucose screening (by a very small amount)......say WHAT?!  This means a trip to the doctor is in order first thing Monday morning.  Yeah, as if Mondays are not bad enough.... I would really enjoy fasting all morning and then waiting an additional 3 hours to eat AFTER the test.  I am usually ready to inhale my morning bowl of cereal.....so this could be interesting.

Immediately upon hanging up with the doctor, I received a call from James' school telling me he had thrown-up.  Lovely.  Luckily, I had just e-mailed my final copy of the sales forecast so I was able to run out the door and get him.  He was in very good spirits when I picked him up.  I was hoping that perhaps it was just a minor stomach irritation.  We were about 1 mile from home when James said, "Mommy I sick."  I turned around just in time to witness excessive vomiting in the back-seat.  I am not one that handles puke (not even my own) very well, but I did surprise myself with my ability to brush it off and focus on getting James inside and comfortable.  This was James' first time throwing-up, and I was incredibly surprised with his ability to tell me it was going to happen and make it into the bucket.  I could not imagine how hard it would be to take care of a child that was not able to communicate what they were feeling.  We made it through the night w/o any incident and today he was able to eat/drink quite a bit.  I managed work from the Blackberry at home, and we watched A LOT of movies.  I couldn't think of anything else that would keep him calm and resting, although we did whip out the PlayDoh a few times throughout the day.

I started the process of washing/sanitizing tonight.  I am hoping that is the last we see of the flu bug for awhile.

My bed is calling my name...........hoping James makes it through the night without issues.

What a Difference a Year Makes

James' nasty head cold has hung on through the weekend, and he woke me up at 1 a.m. this morning with a low grade fever.  Despite being sick, his appetite has remained unchanged.  He tugged me out of bed at 5:45 a.m. to make waffles.....

I asked him if he wanted to go to school, and his response was "yes, I want to see my buddy Sullivan." I felt as though it would be best if he had one more day at home, and also called to set up a visit with the pediatrician.  We had a BIG struggle with chronic ear infections last flu season, and I just wanted to make sure everything was in the clear.  Alls well that ends well, no ear infection for James and I was able to meet the new pediatrician.  Can cross that off my "Things to do Before Baby Arrives" list.

I cannot believe James' deep affection for his spider man costume; nor his mindset that he has superhero capabilities while wearing it.  I have actually witnessed him trying to climb up the walls in the living room.  He wore it to his appointment this afternoon, and then it was off to Barnes & Noble (for a post doctor's office treat) where he was the popular kid at the train table (due to his stylish ways).  This is the  same child that had a nervous breakdown when I tried to put him in a very kid-friendly Halloween costume last year.  Now my only fear is that Spiderman won't hold up until we get to the end of October.  He has taken an active roll in his fashion choices, there are many days I wish that I could strap a sign to him that says "I dress myself."  My only rule is that it is seasonally appropriate!

This was a hard pill for me to swallow.............but it was a battle I would ultimately loose..........