Day 3 of the Injured Face

I guess it is really going to look worse before it gets better. Tessa woke up and said, "Mom, I can't see out of this eye." Her eye was almost swollen completely shut. But it has been worse in the mornings when she wakes up ... so we gave her ibuprofen and put ice on it. It looks better now, but still so bad.

It's just so sad every time I look at her face. (She's been lucky though ... I have been REALLY lenient with her because it looks so awful ... and she's been acting completely normal.)

Poor Tess

Thursday night Tessa was running in the hallway and tripped and smashed her face into the door jam. I mean smashed; SO hard. She cried and cried and almost passed out. It was not good. It swelled up a little bit, and we could tell instantly that it was going to look REALLY bad. So yesterday it was still pretty swollen ... we have intermittently put ice packs on it and given her ibuprofen to keep the swelling down. Today it looks worse. Not the swelling (which is the same), but the bruise. You know how when you get a bruise it looks way worse before it looks better? This is probably going to look even worse tomorrow.

Poor girl. Every time I look at her I feel so bad. She says it doesn't hurt, and she's been acting completely normal, so we're not really concerned about that ... it just looks so awful. Everyone we've talked to has said that there's not much else to do ... so we're just keeping with the ice and ibuprofen.

She's still playing and running around and acting like Tessa .... so hopefully it will just heal quickly and go away. (how long is a face supposed to be swollen when it's injured? anybody know?)

Memorial Day Weekend

We did a lot of yard work. (I have the sun burn to prove it)

We went to the zoo. (it was SO crowded ... glad we went early in the day)

We went to our "new" ward. (different. we'll get used to it)

Matt was off all 4 days. (LOVED that.)

I worked on a few quilts. (all for Quinn ... we have absolutely no blankets that would work for a boy)

Mama Saw the Doctor, Week 26

I weigh more.

Quinns heart rate was 150.

My bp was 122/69.

I have the "normal" pregnancy gripes. There's nothing to do about them.

I will go back in 2 weeks and have my next checkup and the glucose screening (to check for gestational diabetes ... which I am worried about because of last time)

Cori had her baby ... which makes me happy and jealous. (they named him Quinton, so these 2 boys cousins will share the same name ... Quinn/Quinton ... technically they're different though.)

I'd like to be done too ... I know it will come soon enough I suppose.

Guess What?

Look at the counter at the top of the page ... Quinn will be here in less than 100 days.

We CAN'T wait!

You Might Want to Call the ASPCA

My grandma has always loved Dachshunds; she had collected a little grouping of different dachshund figurines over the years. At some point my girls ended up have many of those. Linzi has loved them, because she is the dog lover in this family. They have been played with and harshly loved since they came to our home. (probably not what they were originally intended for of course)

Lately, the largest of the collection has been mistreated by Tessa and Kate. Of course, they don't realize that this is a beloved thing to Linzi and probably my grandma.

Linzi brought the poor creature to me on Saturday and said, "Mom, they're torturing him." He had already had a piece of nose broken off, and various other small pieces chipped off ... Saturday a whole paw came off.

Poor little dachshund. (Grandma would probably die if she knew.) He now sits in the kitchen, awaiting his final demise I suppose. (which will probably happen soon if Kate sees him and tries to pull him off the counter)

Change is Good?

We had a big meeting last night to change ward boundaries in our stake. (if you aren't LDS that just means where and who we go to church with ... there are a lot of people in the area, so we all go at different times and places depending on the boundaries they choose)

I am in the little 8 block area that was moved from our old ward into a new ward. That means that all of my callings (YW secretary, RS teacher, piano) are no longer. I am a free woman for a little while. I can't decide if I'm relieved or sad. A little of both I guess.

Brielle cried. She won't be with her little best friend at church on Sundays anymore. She doesn't know why things have to change and thinks it's very stupid. (she was very "Brielle" about the whole thing)

I guess I am sad to not be seeing the people I'm used to seeing every Sunday, but excited at the thought of something new. I always like new stuff.

So we now go to church at 11 (instead of 1), which I happen to prefer. And we will get to make new friends. Yay for new friends. (right?)

Our Life on Auto Pilot

Not much is happening around here ... Matt is working. The big girls are in school. I'm waddling around after Tessa and Kate. It's been raining a lot. I spent a day in bed this week with some sort of stomach bug, which wasn't great; but the next day I managed to get a large portion of the house clean ... so maybe spending a day in bed is actually a good thing -- rest up for the next day's labors.

Pretty much we've been on auto pilot.

They're restructuring the ward boundaries on Sunday, so that ought to be fun.

Have you noticed the baby Quinn countdown at the top there? It actually looks much closer to the end than the beginning. That's a relief.

Mom, Mommy, Mother, Ma

Tomorrow (the 10th) is Mother's Day. Partially I feel this is a made up holiday, however, I enjoy the fact that there's a day to honor the fact that I'm a mom ... it's a hard job after all. These are the 10 things I love best about being a mom:

1. good morning smiles
2. thoughtful "I love yous"
3. looking in their faces and seeing parts of me
4. dancing, laughing, tickling moments
5. the looks on their faces when I do something they appreciate
6. the fact that they're all sitting at the dining room table right now making cards for me
7. knowing that they'll be mine forever
8. the fact that when they're sad, I'm the only one who can help them feel better
9. hugs for no reason
10. getting to spend tons of time with them

Being a mom is a hard, laborious, sometimes gruelling job ... but I love it, and I would never trade it for any other job in the world. (and I think I have the BEST kids ... but I'm probably a little biased)

I feel really pregnant today.

(*oy*)

(*uffda*)

(I've really perfected the fake smile!!)

I'm Losing It

Seriously. Tessa was invited to a birthday party that was today ... and so I got the gift this week, RSVP'd late ... yesterday, I felt so bad waiting until the day before, and got her all ready this morning ... the gift wrapped and everything. So we are late to get to the party, it starts at 10 and we don't even leave the house until 10:10 ... I felt bad. We get there, and go up to the door, and there is not a party. It's not until next THURSDAY. I didn't even get the day of the week right, let alone the actual week. How did I do that? I'm so lame. I have never been so out of it before ... it must be my migraine pregnant brain. I think it's hardly working at this point.

So pathetically sad. I've lost my body, my eyesight, and now my mind. What's next to go? (I'm afraid to find out.)

Saw Leonardo Speak Today

(Mute the music player on the side for optimal listening)

She did a great job as Leonardo Da Vinci today!!! (you can hardly tell it's her, right? *wink wink*)

They lined up all the pop bottle people on long tables, with their reports. Brielle's looked very Da Vinci-ish.

I think she is great. Good job!!! (yes, that's a cookie in my hand)
(and may I just say that Matt took the day off ... he is the nicest husband. He helped get the girls ready for school this morning, he came with me and had Kate and Tessa the whole time so I could watch, he went to the mall with us, and then helped get the brakes fixed on the van ... and now he's going to his other job to work. I think he felt bad after I was crying last night because my head hurt so bad and I couldn't see because of the migraine eye things that happen ... well, whatever the reason, I was grateful.)

Leonardo x 2

Well, Brielle's Leonardo Da Vinci stuff is due this week, so tonight we finished it up. It's not perfect, but for 3rd grade I think it's good enough. Brielle thinks it's cool. (that's all that matters) Now she just has to do an oral report in front of her class and all their parents. (we couldn't figure out a moustache for her, it just wouldn't stay up)

Book Review: My Fair Godmother

My Fair Godmother, Janette Rallison

My Review: Loved it!

Read about it: Here

Recommendation: Read it, you'll enjoy it.

Ow.

I have had terrible migraines throughout this whole pregnancy. I have never had such bad headaches in my life. Yesterday it just got worse, and worse.

When you're pregnant the list of drugs to steer clear from is a mile long, and the list of acceptable medicines is tiny ... Tylenol is pretty much it. It doesn't help AT ALL. I really felt like dying last night. Like if you just popped my head off, I would feel better. (that might seem a little dramatic, but trust me, it was bad.)

So when I talked to my doctor at my last checkup about it, she suggested Tylenol. (right. Thanks.) The other things I've read about migraines suggest lying in a dark, completely quiet room. (I do think that would help) How often, as a mom of 4, do you get the chance to lie down in a completely quiet room? Not often. I was able to get the room dark, but without the quiet, it doesn't really help. So I just got up and dealt with it.

By the time the girls were all in bed, I really felt like throwing up and crying. (although maybe not in that order) Luckily I was able to get to sleep, and now this morning, it's not nearly as bad, but still here. I can tell it's probably going to come back at some point in the day. I just wish there was something to make it just go away. For good.

It's just so annoying and relentless. I'll have this sort of dull, migraine-y headache for weeks. I really hope they go away once this baby is born.

(sorry for the "poor me" post ... )

Imitation is the Sincerest Form of Flattery?

I don't know ... Linzi just looks fat in the front, and the other girls ... well ... Would you be flattered?

I suppose it is a little cute. (considering Kate started it, and then the other girls just copied her)