Y'all are going to have to forgive me. I've been a little all over the map lately. We can blame that on the hormones, the absence of sugar, or whatever, I don't really care what we blame it on... pick an excuse I have plenty!!!!!!! The end of last week was one for the books, for sure. I ended up completely overcome with *A-N-O-T-H-E-R* massive cold. Honestly, with the exception of maybe 4 or 5 days I've been sick since day one of my 3rd trimester. I so wanted to be one of those women who just totally Zen's out and just "loves being pregnant." I was all good for trimesters 1&2. Then I became one of those pregnant women who starts every sentence with "you're not going to believe what this child has done to me now." Oh-well. At least we know that I'm not all of a sudden going to decide to birth an entire herd of children. Back to my cold. This was the sort of cold where your body pretty much feels okay except for the fact that you might as well not have a nose. There are no sniffles or sore throat or cough, just a complete absence of one of two very critical breathing options. My sinuses were completely sealed shut. Occasionally, one of my nostrils would just start dripping liquid but because my face is scaly and raw and numb, this was difficult to predict and catch. We're really talking about a total absence of grace here. Because my nose just up and quit my face, there was no sniffing or blowing, just this delightful spontaneous dripping and desperate clamoring for a Kleenex/paper towel/roll of toilet paper/sleeve/whatever.
The most predominant effect of this phenomenon was to piss me off and make me whiny. Then came the rib situation. I'm sure most of you have heard me mumbling in protest about my child's foot in my ribs and how uncomfortable said foot placement could be. Also on Wednesday, this discomfort morphed from a consistent annoyance into full on chronic agony. I asked our birthing instructor for advice and she told me to go hang from some monkey bars.... Really? Monkey Bars? I was so scouting out playgrounds for monkey bars. I was hanging on door frames, I was hanging on Hunter... whatever, I was game. It didn't work. Thursday, I asked my Dr. about it. She laughed at me and said "tell her to move!". Cute. So finally, I did what no pregnant woman should ever do.... I Googled 'how to remove baby's foot from my ribs'. LOW AND BEHOLD the first 10 things that came up involved physical therapy.
So by Friday morning, I had not slept since Tuesday and I was confined from the bed until pain became so unbearable that had to pace around the house trying to re-adjust my torso. I called the physical therapist who had helped me with some S.I. joint issues earlier in my pregnancy who specializes in women's therapy and pregnancy. This woman, Ashely Nelson, is a goddess, a saint, and my personal hero. I made an emergency appointment to see her Friday afternoon, walked into her office, she looked at me and immediately said "Wow, um, yeah - I'd imagine that hurts, you've got a dislocated rib sticking out of your back.".
My darling little girl dislodged a rib. God love her.... from what I understand, that's not super easy to do! She's either really really tall or really really strong.... or both. So with some serious manipulation (Ashley), banging (Ashley), cussing (Me) and praying (Me), Ashley and I got my rib back in place and tapped up. If nothing else, our efforts did clear my sinuses for a few minutes!!! So I kick started my weekend bruised as hell from our efforts to re-align my rib, but you know what, I'll take a little bruising over chronic agony ANY DAY.
Also, while all of this was happening our dishwasher stopped cleaning our dishes. Ordinarily this wouldn't bother me all that much but a dear friend reminded me that I would soon be doing lots of dishes and sterilizing lots of...well... everything. Even so, this has really been a minor irritant of late (in comparison...) until today when I started calling around to have the thing fixed. I called Sears a total of 3 times and had Hunter call once all in an effort to try and understand our two payment options. First of all, out of all four phone calls none of our customer service reps spoke English as a primary language. That's totally fine, unless I am asking open-ended questions that require a legitimate dialogue. To the best of my understanding there were two payment options, both of which made me feel like I was signing up for some sort of seriously creepy life insurance. Something inside of me kept saying - "if you sign up for this appointment, you might still have unsterilized baby bottles there's a possibility that they will completely drain your 401-K.... red flag... red flag." Neither plan allowed me to get a new dishwasher if I changed my mind. Seriously? How can you tell me 'No' if I want a new dishwasher!?!?! How does that even work? I'm pregnant. I'm incapable of making a decision or committing to what shoes I want to wear today. I need legitimate options. I NEED to be able to change my mind!
An hour later, I actually found the manual for the dishwasher. I called the Maytag company. This time, instead of being transferred over seas, I spent literally (by this point yes - I really am timing) 25 minutes trying playing 20 questions with a computerized voice. Trying to read off your phone number with no nose to anon-human is just really really challenging. "Dide.. One.. Dide- etc. etc. (should be 919)" and then with all of the yes or no questions I'm eventually screaming "Doh!!!!" into the phone thinking, under different circumstances, I'm sure this would be comical. Finally, the computer gave up on me and put me on the phone with Taylor, a sweetheart with a southern drawl. I gotta tell you, Taylor was no real help but just hearing his live, human, southern voice really made my day. Taylor inadvertently reminded me that we were given a 1 year home warranty when we purchased our house and that our dishwasher is covered!!!! I was so elated by this news that I didn't even care that I had wasted the last 3 hours of my day.
SO if we're keeping pace:
While the size of my baby looks great and she doesn't qualify a 'monster baby' in physique, I have taken to referring to her as 'monster baby' because, well, the child dislocated my freaking rib! (Hunter gets very upset when I refer to our sweet daughter as monster. Hunter, however, has never had a dislocated anything. Yet...) However, I have found the best Physical Therapist in the whole wide world so its all good.
Round 17 of the never-ending-head-cold seems to be wanning. I've been almost able to breathe out of my left nostril for going on 17 hours now. There is a light at the end of the tunnel.
Thanks to a very cool Realtor and sweet Taylor from Maytag, our dishwasher should be fixed for the more than reasonable price of $60.00. No one was injured in the scheduling of this service.
Nursery is almost finished (pics this week!) and we should be able to start working on the yard in the next week or two (its our first honest to goodness yard, I'm excited).
Spring is coming and sometime in the next 5-7 weeks, so is Moon Pie.
Life. Is. Good.
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