28 Weeks and Counting – Back From Vegas

Well tomorrow is finally my 3D ultrasound, so we’ll all get an idea of what my girl will look like!  I can already imagine she’ll look like Chris and Andrew did, except with girlyish features.  I hope she takes after Matt though…. he makes a cute girl himself (we’ve dressed him up before!).

We got back from Las Vegas on November 20th.  We had a good time there except my brother had to ruin it by sneaking his no-good friend Bill into our house and then had the nerve to leave him there with my kids, while he went home to eat.  But that was “important things to do” according to him.  Bill is a known drunk, homeless, thief and many other things because he creates his own problems.  Nobody trusts him in my grandma’s house alone with my grandma, but Paul chose to leave him here for over an hour with my kids while they were sleeping.  Let me tell you, so responsible.  He couldn’t possibly tell me on the phone who he left my kids with, so he told me to call my mom to find out.  Well he rushed to call my mom to cover for him, so she tried to lie for him, but we knew it was all lies because of our security cameras.  We seen Bill’s face plastered right on camera.  He got caught in a huge lie, dragged my mom into it and ruined a couple days of our short trip.  I spent more time on the phone arguing about why I have the right to monitor my own house than I did having fun.  He couldn’t be a man enough to take the heat, so he made my mom take the heat for lying for him.  He knew what he did was wrong and that I wouldn’t approve, but like everything else he just don’t give a damn, and does what he wants anyway.

Anyway, in Vegas I spent most of the time in my room at the Venetian.  It was a nice room anyhow, and I loved the bath tub.  Matt spent a lot of time at the CA World convention and came up every now and then.  Food seemed to be the highlight of our trip though.  We ate the Bellagio buffet 3 times, and the Grand Lux Cafe 4 times, and that’s about all we ate.  The Bellagio was supposed to be the best buffet.  I have to say, though it’s the only one i’ve been too in Vegas, it was pretty good. The Grande Lux Cafe inside the Venetian was great food.  The portions were HUGE and I could never finish even half a plate, but the prices were “normal”.   At 26 weeks pregnant at the time though, I have to say, walking the strip is a hard task.  I even found it hard to make it from one end of the Venetian to the other without my darn hips hurting.

Gambling wise, we had really no luck whatsoever.  We only lost a little bit… just less than breaking even.  We lost most of our money shopping at FAO Schwarz for the kids.  We didn’t take that much money for gambling though, because we never have too much luck anyway.

I did manage to survive the plane rides without medication though.  I did take sleep aid, but all that does is relax me on a flight, it doesn’t put me to sleep.   Going to Vegas it took 4 hours and coming home a little over 3 hours.  Both flights were good thankfully and not too bumpy.  I am getting better at coping with flying.

So Thanksgiving was good except my brother decided to ruin it for everybody because “he got caught”.  It was all about the Vegas incident.  My mom called him up for dinner, and he started going on a rampage about how he doesn’t want to see us, and don’t want to eat dinner with us, all because he got caught.  He can’t face the music.  Personally, the incident was long over with, but he HAD to make an excuse, because every single year he pitches an attitude and doesn’t want to eat dinner with the family.  He had to make up something.  He wants an apology from us, and i’m like……. for what.  Calling him irresponsible? Telling him i’ve lost all respect for him?  Wow…. when you leave my house to go home and eat and leave the type of person in my house with my kids… yeah, i’ve lost all trust and faith in you.  They flat out KNOW that I don’t want Bill around me, or my kids, or my grandma, or my sister.  They know that, I make it perfectly clear.  The fact that he disrespected my wishes is the issue.  So anyway, yeah that ruined it.  We all tried to ignore it and eat dinner around his yelling from the basement, and pretty much everyone did ignore it.  He had to keep running his mouth though bringing up incidences that happened 10 years ago, which is nothing compared to what he’s doing now.  He has to make everyone else miserable because he’s miserable.

Anyway, I changed OB’s finally.  I am much more comfortable with the group practice I am seeing now compared to the old one.  My old doctor has recently become and attorney.  We all knew he was kinda flighty and weird.  He was good for some things, bad for others in terms of care.  He couldn’t remember squat, and I feel the fact that he wants to pass me off to everyone else for care is ludicris.  When I am under the care of a specific OB, it’s his responsibility to take care of me, unless it’s a job for a specialist.  If you had cold symptoms, he would tell you to go to your primary care physician.  I had a racing heart beat, he told me it wasn’t an OB matter (which it is, very much so) and passed me off to a neurologist of all people.  I went to my primary care clinic and than ran an EKG and it was abnormal.  He could have done that in the hospital when I went, or at least sent me to the ER rather than sending me home.  That was my final straw.  So anyway, now I am going to a new group practice in Dearborn.  They are an all-in-one clinic and have 5 doctors.  They are very organized, very!  They are also very professional.  They moved my due date up to February 19th, which means I will probably have my c-section on February 12th, unless I go into labor sooner.   Andrew’s birthday is February 22nd, and valentines day is February 14th, so neither of those dates work.  I want to be home and better by Andrew’s birthday, so I need to keep it as far away from that as possible.  If I schedule it on V-day, we’ll never be able to go out without hearing, “But mom, it’s my birthday and your going out with dad and no me!”.

I’m on an every 2 week schedule now, especially since the baby has a single unbilical artery, which could cause her to be small.  However, at my appointment last week, I was measuring 29cm, which was almost 2 weeks further along.  If she’s anything like Chris and Andrew, she’ll be huge, though I was hoping she’d stay a bit tiny (normal… more like it) due to the umbilical condition!  I thought I was feeling larger than what I should be because I can feel the top of my uterus right underneath my rib cage.  There isn’t anywhere left for it to go except outwards, so maybe i’ll get a belly.  People still can’t tell i’m pregnant, which is weird.  When I was 80+ pounds heavier with Andrew, I had a bigger belly by now than I do currently.   I have no round belly, no defined belly, nothing.  It’s a blob of mush because of all the extra skin and flab it has to fill in from the weight loss.  I’m really bummed about it kinda.  I have only gained 5lbs so far, and the doctors are happy.  A lot of women by now have gained 25+ pounds.  I only want to gain a max of 5 more though, that way when I have the baby, i’ll break even on where I started, or perhaps even lose some.

Tomorrow is my 3D/4D ultrasound and i’m excited and nervous at the same time.  For some reason this time, probably because it’s a girl, i’m concerned that she’ll take after me, and of course, no girl deserves that! I really want her to take after Matt, minus the dark hair.  My boys are blonde haired with blue eyes, so the same would be nice.  It doesn’t matter though, she’ll be beautiful no matter what!  I just can’t wait to put some bows in her hair!  I’ll post videos and pictures as soon as I get home tomorrow.

We put the Christmas lights up today.   As usual, every single year it proves to be a huge task that gets frustrating and I get irritated.