So there's better news on the Edith front to report from our last baby doctor appointment. For one, our doctor all but ruled out any of the nastier forms of spina bifida. Which means we are most likely only going to be dealing with the occulta version - if at all. Great news.
So I asked her what to replace spina bifida with on my top 5 list of things to worry about. She said her main concern woud be preeclampsia (or high blood pressure), which will present it's own list of issues, but most of them seem navigable. Maybe bed rest or induction will be in order. All of which are ok. Not great, but ok.
Also, we are going to Minneapolis this weekend to buy baby shit from Ikea. Very exciting. We are also going to stop by Okaboji and see a Twins game. It's our last vacation before King Edith comes along, so we are going to make sure to take lots of pictures.
We have also been hitting the gargae sales pretty hard and heavy for baby shit. That seems to be going well.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
The crazy old lady strikes again! Let me start off by telling you a bit about my crazy old lady neighbor. She has lived in her house since 1942, her husband was a WWII vet who went crazy and then died. She never had kids, she has only had one cat in her life, and she claims she still doesn't have a cat even though I have seen cat food in her garbage can more than once. The first time I met her it was a cold March day. She spent 25 minutes talking to me outside about WWII and certain regions in Japan (wondering if I was familiar with them). She is clearly a hoarder. I try not to look in her house in fear of what I might see but this photo depicts what I imagine it looks like in there....maybe worse. She smells awful and dresses like a homeless man but she is super smart and can be really sweet. No matter what we are talking about it always comes back to a war (usually world war II, but yesterday it was world war I). Here is a recap of our conversation yesterday:
Crazy lady (CL): Are you pregnant?
Me: Yes, I am.
CL: Congratulations, you are carrying low. My aunt so and so always said that if you carried low that meant you were having a boy.
Me: Yes, I have heard that but the doctor says I am having a girl
CL: Well, they are probably right then. My aunt so and so had one child who died from the flu around WWI. You know, at that time they said that this was caused by germ warfare. That the Germans were the ones who spread that around. The Germans were much more advanced at that time. We lead in science now but back then it was the Germans.
(I just keep nodding along at this point as she continues to repeat parts of this story for a while).
CL: So anyway, congratulations on becoming a mother. I am glad you are going to have a child, so many women get abortions these days.
Me: (stunned, shocked) Umm, yes. Thanks.
And we both go our separate ways......
Monday, May 2, 2011
Here's the latest on the baby front:
- We know we're having a girl. Found out for sure when we visited our special baby doctor.
- Our special baby doctor also told us that with Chelsey's genetic blood-clotting condition (MTHFR), combined with her blood work results put us at a 30% risk for spina bifida. Hooray! There is also the risk of us losing the baby late in her pregnancy, thanks to the MTHFR - so Chelsey will probably not go full term, to get little Edith out as soon as possible.
- Nothing earth-shattering, but no one wants to hear they have a 70% chance of having a totally healthy kid.
- We'll know more when we talk to our regular doctor this week.
- In the meantime we are adopting the attitude of "fuck it." There's a whole bunch to worry about with this stuff, but we can't do anything about it. It's just there. And we can fret about it, or we can just say fuck it, and continuing falling in love with our future daughter.
- On the positive side, the room is painted, and we go to IKEA in a couple of weeks to get the crib. Very exciting.
- We're also still sold on the name Edith Pearl - which is great because of this future vacation spot.
- Now we just have to buy Chelsey some more maternity clothes, and get a doll so we can trick Deuce into being nice to the baby.
Speaking of Deuce. Here is two minutes of him licking my hand.