Well, at least they did in my dream the other night. Yes, the crazy pregnancy dreams are back with a vengeance. This pregnancy has been very similar to my first in a lot of respects…the constant eating, the early morning (and sometimes all day) nausea, the extreme fatigue. But what’s drastically different about this pregnancy is that I don’t get to come home and take a nap after working all day because my very busy and energetic toddler needs dinner, play time, baths, etc. That, and there’s this one part of the class I teach at the gym that makes me so sick this time…it involves a lot of twisting, and my stomach isn’t happy about it. I’m not craving bacon this time, and I’ve had a strange obsession with Chef Boyarde’s spaghetti and meatballs. At least it’s a full serving of vegetables, right?! Chicken doesn’t seem to bother me this time, which is excellent news because Jackson pretty much loves all things chicken right now. I’m already 11 weeks, which means the time is flying by. Last time, the fatigue and nausea abated some at about 12-13 weeks…I’m praying that happens this time too!
Oh, and my platelets are low again. Six weeks post partum with Jackson, my platelets were back in the normal range. According to the blood work at my 8 week appointment, my platelets are down to 101, which isn’t dangerously low, but isn’t normal either. I could have told you that since the bruise on my arm where she took blood made me look like a junkie. I’m sure we’ll talk more about a course of action at my appointment next week, but my guess is that they’ll send me to the specialist again. She prescribed steroids the last two weeks of pregnancy (when my platelets were in the 40s – 30s could mean internal bleeding). Since I was somewhat responsive to those, they’ll likely go that route again. My guess is that they’ll do it sooner though – not at the very end. We shall see. I’m not worried about it…I know that God is bigger than all things medical and all my fears and anxieties. Since the platelets mean I won’t be able to have an epidural again, my hope is that I’m able to deliver with a midwife again.
Christmas has been super fun this year. Jackson is so into “Ofafrees” (Christmas trees), “whites” (lights), cooooookies, candy canes, and “noman” (snowmen). We drove through the neighborhood across the street last week at he was so excited to see all of the lights – he kept pointing out all the things he could name (which is a lot these days). He cares nothing for Santa and doesn’t understand stockings or presents, but I bet he’ll enjoy Christmas morning when he sees some exciting toys both he and Daddy are sure to play with.
Jackson has become quite a vocalist, by the way. His “Happy Dirtday” will melt your heart…even if it’s not your birthday. He’s got the tune right, adds the name in the right place, and shouts with excitement at the end. He brightened Pops’s day last weekend (it was his birthday Saturday, so we’ve been practicing), but Rachel and Memaw (Great Grandma) got serenaded too. Memaw cried. I saw her. Other title favorites include “Jingle Bells” and “Jesus Loves Me,” and “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.” Oh, and he can sing the opening theme to Halo too thanks to Andrew’s creepy side.
Mom’s quickly recovering from carpel tunnel surgery, so hopefully she’ll be pain free very soon. My grandpa (Pops) is still struggling though. He had knee replacement surgery over a month ago and has had several setbacks and complications with pain, UTIs possibly related to his diabetes, etc. It’s tough to see him so immobilized, and it wears on my grandma, my dad, and his siblings as they try to help him through this. We just want him healthy and home for Christmas! Continued prayers are much appreciated.
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