No Relief from my Foot Pain

I went to the foot doctor today.  Everything seemed to be fine until I mentioned my “pregnancy” status to the xray tech.  I figured a foot xray would be okay but I mentioned anyways…..nope they won’t do an xray they had to do an ultra-sound.  Then the doctor comes in and pretty much tells me he wished I’d mentioned my pregnancy because there is really nothing he can do.  He won’t give me a Cortisone shot because I’m pregnant unless he has a note or call from my OB/GYN.  He says he tends to like to play it safe but if my OB says okay he might go ahead.  He suggested I keep wearing my orthotic and not go bare foot.  Also do stretching of the foot in the morning.  He said he couldn’t really tell if I had a heel spur from the ultra-sound and that the pain  could just be caused from all the changes in my body right now or a symptom of the changes…..stretching ligaments..what a joy…..will probably make my feet bigger again too.

I had to pay $174 for him to tell me he can’t help me……I cried when I got in the car.

Of course I can’t find my orthotic right now so I stopped at Target and hobbled in there and got a Dr. Scholl’s pad for heel pain.  It seems to help a little bit but only time will tell.

I really wanted that instant relief of that shot!!!!  I guess going to the knee doctor is out of the question now.  Thankfully it is starting to feel better.  Mostly hurts when I’m laying down.

Another Escape Artist

My female cat Dixie got out last night. I was looking for her last night around 9pm trying to get her inside and could not find her anywhere. Last I had seen her was about 4:30 when I went out to feed dogs. I knew she was outside. I searched the whole backyard and finally thought I heard a meow behind the backyard. I hobbled around behind the fence (heel spur acting up) and saw her on the other side of a chain link in one of my neighbors yards. I had to walk all the way over to the street behind us to get even close and then she wouldn’t come to me and ran under their wood fence that was locked. I called her and she came out a couple of times but would not get close enough. I finally went to my neighbors door to let them know I was back there searching for my cat so they wouldn’t call the police. It’s an old couple and the lady offered to come out and show me how to get around that wood fence (Piles of junk everywhere) and she had another flashlight. We chased Dixie back and forth and I finally had her cornered and got her. Then the man came out to see if he could help and she freaked and I lost her. She ran into a carport they have that was absolutely full of wheel barrows, shovels, lawn equipment (piled high). I heard her in there and would sometimes see her. The couple went inside so I just sat there talking to her trying to get her to come out or close enough so I could grab her. It was going on 11 by this time. She finally came out and I grabbed her and held her but she was still freaked and I had a long way to get home (already scratched up once). The lady came back out to see if I was still there and I said yes and that I had her but was holding her in my sweatshirt for her to calm down. I asked the lady if they had a cat carrier and she went to look. Meanwhile husband came and I sent him to get a carrier. The lady got back first and as she approached us Dixie freaked AGAIN and I lost her to the pile of lawn equipment. This time I could not see her anymore or hear her so I wasn’t even sure she stayed under there or ran through. By 11:30 pm husband and I headed home. I cried and cried and prayed all night that she would find her way home. I even had a dream that she was in the garage the whole time and it was all a bad dream but then I woke up and realized it wasn’t a bad dream that she’s really gotten out. And it rained so bad last night too.

Don’t worry this story has a happy ending. This morning at 6:30 or so when the sun came up, I got dressed and was prepared to go out and search for her again. I fed Bubba and then I went on back porch to feed big cats and here comes Dixie. She’d found her way back into the yard. She wasn’t even wet so she either found her way back before it rained or stayed hidden until a break in the rain this morning and came home. I was SOOOOOOOO thankful and glad. Needless to say I really need to do a better search and double check of the cat fence. I had blocked the hole I thought where Kitten had gotten out but maybe there is another or a low place in the fence. I’ve never had a problem with Dixie before. I hope husband didn’t let her back out cause I didn’t see her before I headed to work but she’s probably under the bed.

During all the excitement though I turned my knee so between the heel spur and the knee I can barely walk. I have an appt with the foot doctor tomorrow morning because he doesn’t work on Wednesdays and I’m going to call a knee doctor this morning. I’m Falling apart…..

Random Early Scrapbook Page

This is a scrapbook page I did early on in my scrapbook hobby days.  It was a Baby Boy Book and this a page I copied from somewhere.  Made my own little sheep and everything.  My style is somewhat different now but I thought this was pretty good.

The Second Child

I was laying in bed this afternoon (hoping to get a much needed nap) when I started thinking about how our life will change so much with a second child.

We were perfectly content to have our one beautiful son.  We watched him grow everyday and marvelled over his every movement or noise.  We watched some video that my husband took and for the most part a lot of the video was just little boy sitting there cooing and smiling…and that’s it. Seems like we could just watch that for hours…just staring at him.  He was our miracle.

It’s going to take some getting used to with a second child in the mix.  Not that we won’t love him or her just as much it’s just that that awe of a baby growing may be different…okay we’ve been down that road before….big deal….

And to think how little boy will react is something I think about as well.  He is used to being the center of our universe…..and that’s going to change in about  7 months.  He already won’t let any of the cats get in my lap…”That’s my momma!” he exclaims as he pushes them off.  Very possessive that boy is.

I guess I have a few months to ponder this and to get used to the idea.  I still try not to let myself think too far ahead anyways but every once in a awhile I think “OMG we’re having another child!” and the mind goes full of thoughts.  I’m tickled…I’m scared..I’m stressed…I’m in planning mode…..and I think about our future as a family…a much larger family.

Ladies Night

After work yesterday I met a bunch of ladies from work at my favorite restaurant and then we went to see “Bride Wars”.

It was a lovely evening.  I did have to bring little boy with me to the restaurant since husband was not off work yet but then when he got off he joined us at the restaurant.  Originally he was just going to pick up little boy but since we had not ordered yet he went ahead and stayed.

“Bride Wars” was not my first pick for a movie but it was actually pretty good.  Critics had said it wasn’t that good but we all found it to be very sweet and cute…a perfect “Chick Flick”.  I think a couple of ladies teared up at certain parts……It just had some very sweet moments…..as well as funny…”Oh no she didn’t” moments!

Little boy wanted his Daddy to take him back to the restaurant and get me when they got home.  Husband said he cried for me.  He was actually pretty good at the restaurant.  I was afraid with it just being me I would have trouble controlling him but he did really well.  When his Daddy arrived he was a little bit more silly and would not stay in his seat but luckily we were on the side where there wasn’t a lot of people and he could run around some.

All the ladies had a good time and they are going to try and set it up where we do it every month.  They used to try and do that but life sometimes gets in the way .

Preparing for my Retreat

My friend who coordinates the scrapbook Retreat has been sending out emails to everyone and trying to get confirmations on who all is going this year.  They are required to have at least 12 people and that’s how many went when I went last year.  Twelve was a great number.  We each got two tables to work on and I got my own room.

Evidently there is more interest this year and I’m afraid there might be at least 22+ people going.  Y said there have even been some “demanding” folks signing up.  Those who say they are bringing their three friends and they want to sit exactly in a certain spot and sleep exactly in certain rooms or else.  I think that spoils the trip.  I know my friends have said before that certain woman get there early and start “rearranging” seating charts etc.  I think that’s just stupid and immature.  These scrappers are suppose to be adults.  My friends who coordinate the retreat work really hard to accommodate everyone and are sweet enough to even prepare little grap bags for everyone.

Supposedly folks will end up backing out at the last minute so as long as we have 12 people that would be just fine with me.  I’m really looking forward to my retreat.  For the past several months, little boy has been staying up later and very demanding so I absolutely have had no time for scrapping…I haven’t even been able to start my digital scrapbook kit from Creative Memories that I ordered from QVC! 

Here in the next week or so I should be starting to get over my First Trimester tiredness and be able to get in my room and organize and start packing up my supplies in preparation for the retreat.  I’ve already been bookmarking pages from my “Scrapbook Etc” magazine for some inspiration and ideas.  Now if I can just go through my pictures and get those organized!

Excuse me if I’m stressed….

It doesn’t take much to get me stressed out.  My mom tells me that I get that from my grandmother.  She always worries and stresses out.  So I guess I can blame heredity right…LOL.

Of course this impending baby has been the biggest source of worry and stress.  I just can’t seem to get excited yet.  Everytime I start thinking about it I have to stop myself.  I asked the doctor yesterday at what point did I miscarry before but he wasn’t able to say as he briefly glanced at my chart.  All he could say is that it was April 05.  I’m 8 weeks and 3 days today and everything looks great they said.  They did another ultra-sound and saw the heart beat etc.  I just can’t help thinking something is going to happen.  I worry and I stress.  They did tell me NOT TO TOUCH the litter boxes but are going to test me for the Toxiplasmosis to see if maybe I’m immune.  I didn’t tell husband this since we’d already had a big blow out about it Sunday night.  His plan was to throw all the cat out and lock Bubba on the back porch with one litter box.  I said no because the temperatures were too cold to lock the cats out like that and as soon as it warms up the big cats can stay outside and get on porch for shelter and Bubba can stay in.  Let’s just say my husband never gets mad or shows frustration and he was at the point then that you could really tell he was upset.  He did finally take the two litter boxes I wanted out of the garage and put them in the side yard to dump later and he did scoop the new big litter box I bought with the crystal litter (which is much easier to scoop).  You would think he was handling toxic waste.  He was armed with a mask and gloves and stood so far away from the box I’m surprised he could reach it.  He also immediately stripped his pants off and put them in the dirty clothes in case any dust got on them (a little extreme).  I’m just glad he did it and the argument was over.  I know we are both under a lot of stress thinking about another child….at our age.

Things at work have been stressful as well.  I’m all of a sudden really busy with my regular job and there are also some frustrating things going on with my professional club.  I actually spent all day Thursday working on things for that.  It’s difficult being in charge and now I know I don’t think I could handle being a supervisor.  You have to make a lot of difficult decisi0ns that sometimes affect people you consider a friend.  First off I had to ask my treasurer to step down from his position because he wasn’t doing his job.  He works in my office and I know what kind of pressure he is under there but when that starts affecting his job as treasurer he needed to recognize that and step down.  I had been defending him to the point where I was looking bad.  I finally decided this had to stop.  Very tough decision but a necessary one.  The problems with the treasurer also affected the next thing I had to do.  The church were we have our lunch meetings raised their prices and sent a letter in September.  I just got the letter last week because the Treasurer had it and had not brought to my attention.  So then I had to go out to everyone and raise the price of our luncheons and deal with all the negative comments there.  Lots of other things went on last week too which lead to a very stressful week.  Maybe I need one of those classes on dealing with stress…LOL  Wonder if that would help?

I think my main problem is (and this is both at home and at work)….I’m a control freak who is out of control……I have totally lost control in my life and it’s really heard for me to deal with……I need a vacation (or a scrapbook retreat).

My Day Off

I work nine hour days so I can enjoy getting every other Friday off.  I usually have something I want to get done whether it’s laundry, cleaning, shopping or crafts.  Today was my friday off and I had planned on washing little boy’s walls down with TSP so was could get ready to prime and paint the walls.  We have to get the room painted before we can order the RACE CAR bed…

About 9 this morning after I had cleared alot of little boy’s toys out of the way and was headed downstairs to read the TSP bottle and see how you use it, I get a call from my husband.  He says Daycare just called him and that little boy was in a tugging/fight with another child and fell against a cabinet.  They were not sure he needed stitches but they wanted us to come get him.  He’s only been at daycare less than 30 minutes.

I had not showered yet so I asked husband to go get him and meanwhile I would take a shower then we’d see where we needed to take him.  I called our doctor right before they arrived at the house and since his doctor didn’t do stitches if we didn’t know if he needed them or not we should go to the emergency room.  At this point I had not seen the injury so I really didn’t know what to say.  So when husband arrived we headed out and had planned to go to a Doctor-in-a-box because the cut looked deep but not deep enough for stitches but we still wanted it looked at.  As we pull into the parking lot we decide to go to the Emergency Room instead.  The hospital closest to our house is a private hospital and I had heard you don’t have to wait as long in the emergency room.

We waited over an hour in the waiting room, meanwhile little boy needed a diaper change…we had no diaper bag.  I thought I had some diapers in the car and sent husband to car and then we were called back.  Husband had no luck with diapers in the car but thankfully the nurse said he thought they had some in the storage closet (they did but they were small diapers).  We used them anyways because this was one of those times….we couldn’t wait to change a diaper.  Also, thankfully there was two diapers in the pack because we ended up needing both during the next two hours that we were there.   When we first got back to the room little boy saw that bed and started crying for his Daddy (husband had gone to car to find diapers).  I think that room scared him and I’m not sure if maybe he remembered the times he’d had surgery before.  It looked just like the little rooms they put you in first.  He was ready to go and kept saying “I ready to go momma”

There was one doctor on duty in the ER it appeared and he did have some life threatening emergencies but he finally got to us.  During our wait the cut was starting to scab so it was looking better.  He said he could put some of that stitch glue on it or we could just watch it to make sure he doesn’t cut it open again.  He didn’t think it was bad enough for stitches nor did he want to put little boy through that.  He  let us go and I had to pay $50 co-pay..argh.

I just carried little boy home with me since he had missed nap time at school and had not had a nap.  I was also worried he’d re-open the cut at school.  After awhile when I realized he wasn’t go to take a nap I said “let’s go to get some gas then to the store for milk”.  He is at this point wearing his Batman costome that he saw in his room.  So we go to Sam’s Club and I fill up my tank and between there and the grocery store he falls asleep.

I just came on home and was able to carry him upstairs without him waking up and he is still napping now.  I may have one more hour to myself but that’s no time to start my TSP project…..Guess I’ll get started on my laundry then.  That will teach me not to make plans on my off day.  I’m just glad little boy is okay and the cut wasn’t bad enough for stitches.