My 2 week hiatus is due mainly to nausea, excessive tiredness, teething babies, and a ridiculously insane weekend for my sisters Bachelorette party. Forgive me…
Last weekend, my sister Raquel’s “Despedida De Soltera” (translation – Farewell to Being Single) was a Saturday and Sunday away to the East Coast’s budget version of Las Vegas, Atlantic City. I have to say, I was little nervous about going because 1) we are on a very, very, very tight budget, so gambling and drinks were kind of out of the question for us (especially drinks for me),
2) being away from my 3 kids for a long time (first time the boys stayed away from home, but they were in good hands with Tia Nina [my best friend Nikki, their Godmother] and her Fiancè Titi, who took them on a Toys R Us shopping spree!!!) And 3) A 3-4hr drive with lots of nausea and limited bathroom breaks. I have to say though, we had a BLAST!!!
We started the trip at a really awesome beach bar called “The Bungalow”. They had a ton of beds and benches and hammocks all over the place. The wings and fries we ordered were delicious, the DJ was playing some awesome music, and from what I hear, the drinks were on point! So on point in fact, that about an hour and a half after being there, we all headed home so that my sister could sober up in order for us to get going for our dinner and clubbing that evening. My mom FORCED her to sleep it off for the next 2 hours, while the rest of us went to the private beach at our hotel.
While my sister slept and then showered and got ready (in my moms room), my mom decorated my sisters suite with more phalluses than I care to admit. I mean, seriously..there were dick’s EVERYWHERE! Straws, plates, candy, cakes, games, decorations, and tons of other crap! I spent most of those 2 days saying, “You better get that damn dick outta my face!” We all got dressed and ready for an evening out, all dressed in black (as per my sisters request) and she was looking AMAZING in a skin tight, red mini dress. We met up at my sisters Suite for an hour or so of drinking, games, and lots and lots of pictures. We toasted her upcoming nuptials, her amazing life so far, and her pretty awesome husband to be. We LOVE that guy! Sebastian is gonna be an amazing member of our family, a great father and husband, and knowing that my kids and nieces and nephews get to have such a kind and loving and funny and fun uncle, well, that makes me really happy. Next week, I’ll write a little more about the both of them, and their incredible relationship, as I’ll be officiating their wedding next Saturday 8/1 (the service turned out pretty amazing, if I do say so myself!). So yeah, we hung out for an hour, waited for the shuttle to take us back to the AC strip where we went to dinner at a classy burger joint, and then went for a night of dancing at Cuba Libre, a Cuban restaurant turned nightclub after hours. We partied the night away. EVERYONE was absolutely and totally wasted. Good for them! I would have done the same. We got back to the hotel around 2:30am and a handful of my cousins and Raquel came back to our suite (which I shared with my sister Nat, my brother Pudge, his boyfriend Seven, my cousin and Callie), and we talked and laughed and ordered Pizza until 4am! It was awesome to be able to spend time with my siblings and my cousins, like we used to when we were younger, before we all grew up and moved out or away.
The next morning we all met up for the continental breakfast. I mean, why else do you stay in hotels?!?! We had a laugh over waffles, and then packed up, checked out, and headed over to the Tropicana casino to use our $20 voucher from $20 shuttle ride of the
night before. Can you believe that I won over $200 on my $20 voucher!?!?! Yup!!! I took $200 for the weekend and come home with $220! Pretty awesome stuff! So we went to the Fiesta Buffet because the crab leg craving was pretty intense, and after about 4 heaping plates of crab legs, we got in the car at 4pm and made our way home. A 3 hour drive with 2+ hours of traffic and picking up our kids from 2 different locations (one in the city and another about an hour North) we finally made it home at 10:40pm! But it was all totally worth it! My sister had the Bachelorette party she always dreamed of, and that’s all that mattered!
So today makes 9 weeks for me! These past 9 weeks have NOT been pretty. I am ashamed to say that I am the epitome of what movies make pregnant woman out to be. I am irritable, nauseated, cry at the drop of a hat, sluggish, exhausted, unmotivated, and can sleep for hours on end! I am the type of person who NEVER sleeps. I can do fairly well all week on 3-4 hours a night. I think I have napped more in the past 4 weeks than I have in my entire life combined, but you know what!? Screw it! I’m pregnant and I’m loving every second of it!
I met with our OB for my first appointment this past Wednesday. She is the same OB that Callie had and we absolutely adore her. She’s young and hip and funny, and is a mother herself to a 13 month old, which to me sometimes makes all the difference. We did all the “first OB appt.” stuff like blood work (about 20 vials of blood to be exact), blood pressure (A little high but that’s been my norm since I was 17 at 134/88), weight (I’m down 15lbs since I weighed myself 3 days before transfer from 244 to 229 [dude, i totally just told you all my weight!]) and ultrasound to make sure that Biscuit is measuring where it should be, which it is, at exactly 8w5d with an EDD of 2/26/15! We have a ton of winter babies! Callie is 12/26, The Boys are 1/11, Gracie our Kitty is 1/15 and Mary is 1/31!
So with everything looking good so far with the exception of my BP, she sent my off with a huge orange container to collect my urine for 24 consecutive hours, just to make sure there isn’t any protein in it and be ahead of possible preeclampsia, in case it does happen. Also, I’ve been taking Metformin for my PCOS and borderline sugar stuff, so she wants me off of it at 10 weeks, and then 2 weeks later when I go in for my Nucal (sheesh it’s going fast!), they can do an early, non-fasting Glucose Test (yup, the delicious juice drink everyone raves about!) to get ahead of gestational diabetes, if that ends up being the case. Let’s hope and pray, that’s not the case.
Aside from that, symptoms have been pretty much the same. I don’t see any growth although my pants are starting to feel a little more snug, and the food cravings (aside from those crab legs on vacation) have subsided. The smells though, yeah, that’s still going on…strong! Still haven’t been able to change a poopie diaper, although I HAVE tried a handful of times, and gag through my rescue calls to Callie, while I hold a flipping baby’s legs up in the air and cover my face with my t-shirt. Not my finest moments as a mom, that’s for sure.
But alas, things are well. Everyone is happy, and growing (and teething!), and sitting up, going to art classes, and enjoying summer, and living. Really really living!