I was up half the night with a baby, but I'm still pregnant. At midnight last night, little Elliott started throwing up. So after we stripped the bed, started wash, moved Cheyenne to another bed, doused Elliott in the bathtub, etc., I got to hold a little puke pail for Elliott for the rest of the night. This largely pregnant body moved faster than it has in a long time-- I'd be fast asleep and I'd hear the little tummy start rumbling and know I had about 5 seconds before disaster would strike. Since it feels like it requires a crane to turn over in bed at this point, it required quite the gymnastics to turn over, scoop Elliott up, get the bowl under his mouth and help him out. Poor little kid doesn't get why you'd want to hover over a bowl when Mummy's chest is right there to lean on. Thankfully, he started feeling better this morning. Now I have to worry that I'll get this bug right when I go into labor!
I had a midwife appt. Monday morning, and they put me through every test they could think of-- seemed a bit of overreaction considering I was only 5 days overdue, but I guess it's nice to know that everything is fine with the baby. They did a "non-stress" test-- it may not be stressful for the baby, but it wasn't a lot of fun for the mom! It's not at all painful-- they just strap a couple of monitors to your belly to measure the baby's heartbeat and movements. They problem is, it seems like the stupid thing never wanted to pick up the heartbeat, and I knew that they wouldn't let me out of that contraption till they had a long stretch of heartbeat. The baby wanted to sleep, so I kept poking her viciously to make her wiggle. Anyway, that turned out fine, and they did an ultrasound to measure amniotic fluid levels (flashback to Elliott's pregnancy--had that done 20+ times) and that was fine. My blood pressure was perfect, so we're good to go. (Until they make me go back on Friday and do it all again.) Hopefully, I'll be snuggling a baby by then!
Mr. OCD and his matchboxes-- spent HOURS today lining them up on the stairs. Not exactly an OSHA-approved spot to play with them, but they fit so nice there, and you're right next to the kitchen to keep tabs on Mommy.
My reader-- she can spend hours dissecting Archie comics. Can't imagine when she can actually read completely. She recognizes a lot of words now, so I'm sure she'll be reading soon. My librarian heart bursts with pride! :-)