Last night Libby went to bed easy. I remembered at around 10 pm that I had my 28-week appt today. I am so glad I checked - I was so sure it was next week! I had a hard time falling asleep, letting my imagination run wild. I considered digging in the closet for Mom's weapon of choice when Dad is out of town - a wooden baseball bat. But I was too tired. I amused myself with wishing I could have a holo-transport-beam (like on Star Trek - what's that called Dad?) to beam Mezzo from NC to stay the night with me. A powderpuff with family, he won't hesitate to rip the jugular out of a scary man. Rarely necessary since he is sufficiently intimidating with looks alone. Or, if I had the Force, I could fuse my door shut, and if any suspicious characters came by I could read their intentions and cause, if necessary, a Force-induced aneurysm from the comfort of my bed. Eventually my day dreams carried me off to slumber land.
Libby woke a few times in the night needing a binky refill (hers fall under the bed and she can't find them). And then, at 1:30 am, someone knocked on my door. Oh. My. Holy. Heck. I bolted upright, hoping I had dreamed the sound. But Hobbit was slinking out of the roomw ith his ears forward and tail held straight out behind him like a bottle brush. He paused, gazing at the door, then bolted for the dining room and hid under the table. Thanks, I feel safe now. I snuck up to the door and peered out the peep-hole. No one. I stood there, eye glued to that little glass hole, for about 5 minutes without seeing or hearing a thing. Then I stood at the front window, peering out, looking for a hint of what might be going on. Nothing. I checked on Libby, went back to bed, said a five-year-olds prayer (please protect me from the monsters under my bed), considered, then rejected, calling John, and finally fell asleep around 3. Libby woke up twice more, the second time a little after 6, which is her normal wake up time. I gave her some more milk and she went back to sleep for an hour. So, despite interruptions, we both got a fairly good night's sleep.
I got an email from John this morning - he is feeling much better, his fever is down, and he has decided to stay in Atlanta for now. Thank goodness.
My appt went well. I had my glucose tolerance test today. I wanted to skip it (it's not required), but John wouldn't let me. So I guzzled the equivilant of a 5-lb bag of sugar on an empty stomach and made my way to the office. An hour later I could have told you the results of my test without getting blood drawn. I felt fine. No shakes, no cramps, no dizziness, no unconcious convulsions on the floor. I'd bet the farm (if I had one) that I am negative for Gestational Diabetes. Just a feeling. It took 2 people, 5 needles, and 20 minutes to get the blood drawn, though. Even Dr. Chartrand considered giving it a try, but Denise finally got it. And I wasn't even dehydrated. Scary.
After my appt we went to the park. Libby had lots of kids to play with and had a great time running and climbing. She got in on a game of tag football with a five-year-old and his mom, and was enjoying it so much she didn't even come pet the Basset Hound. That has never happened. So I pet him instead. Oh, those ears! After the park we stopped by my favorite chinese place, ordered some lunch, and walked over to the grocery store to stock up on Kefir while my Beef Lo Mein cooked. Back for the food, then on home.
Libby has still been refusing most food. She drinks lots of Kefir (yogurt milk) and Gatorade, but won't eat. Today she had one bite of a banana ("bulah-bulah") for breakfast. So I sat her on the couch next to me and she ate a few bites of rice, more than she's had at one time in days. Then she found a pack of fruit snacks and ate those. Then she ate two whole Ritz crackers. Wow.
So we're sitting on the couch, all the windows open, me in a t-shirt and capris, Libby in a yellow sundress, just vegging. When she's not trying to rip the band-aids off my hands, she is happily playing by herself. And nap time isn't too far away.
What a great day. Libby couldn't agree more.
2 comments:
Look at all that hair! :) What a cutie pie.
SO glad you had a better day!
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