Yesterday I had my first appointment with the endocrinologist. I liked him. He was real and practical, not dogmatic. He reviewed my previous pregnancies with The Littles and went over the boat load of lab work I've had so far. He agreed with me that there's no reason to put me through the gut wrenching torment of a 3 hour GTT. Lets get right to it. I was his last appointment of the day because I'd been added on last minute. That meant I was there forever. When I finally got to leave, I drove straight over to the pharmacy to drop off a bunch of scripts. When I went back to pick them up today, the bag they shoved through the window was ridiculously huge - NPH, Lispro, syringes, alcohol wipes, lancets, strips and a glucose meter.
I'd been sitting at the computer trying in vain to find a crib to match the furniture in the baby's room. The finish I wanted was everywhere when we'd been hunting for our first ever crib and I'd had a really hard time finding white. That's why we'd ended up with the inexpensive Jenny Lind crib - it came in white! Now however I could find dark oak, mahogany, cherry, combinations of cherry and oak, slate blue and oak, and white. And a scary number of makers who are finishing cribs in black. Yes black. In a baby's room. Yuck! I finally did find a beautiful wooden crib in light oak - for $899.00! Dang, for $899.00 bucks that crib had better be able to breastfeed, burp and change the baby! And eventually help it with it's homework! So I spun around in frustration and my eyes landed once again on my old tea cart from a previous lifestyle before the Dear Darlings arrived. It looked to me, from this angle at least, to be the perfect height for a changing table. And it was standing in the as yet disaster that was our front room in a jumble of misplaced and shoved together furniture right next to the media tower, also a remnant from said previous life style. Standing there together like that, these two pieces looked exactly like the white combination changing table and diaper tower that we'd first purchased for The Oldest and recycled for The Youngest and was now ensconced in The Youngest's room as dresser. So I sent The Girlie to go fetch a dolly for me. And I took said dolly and pretended to change a diaper on the tea cart! And it was perfect!
When Miss Susie arrived, we - okay she - rearranged the furniture in the nursery once again, and then she hauled in my 'finds' and suddenly the nursery had a changing table and matching diaper tower! And since everything thus far had come from my tea room, it all matched and went perfectly together! And it was free! And it put an end to my requests for Miss Susie to "Let's just try this piece over here and move that piece over there!" Poor Miss Susie!
The Soon-To-Be-Middle is still kissing my tummy and saying "I love you baby." Yesterday he said, "Mom, you better call Heaven because an angel's gone missing!" Then he kissed me. He's been such a little fart lately, and then he does something sweet like that! The Girlie is still saying how surprised she is that I'm pregnant. She's taken to calling Jack her "little brother's new little brother." And I'm liking the name Jack more and more every day! Jack is having hiccups many, many times during the day, every day. It took me a while to figure it out. He's lying low and transverse, so the sensation is different than with either of The Littles. Stay healthy Jack!
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