| Random thoughts |
[Aug. 20th, 2008|11:09 pm] |
RIP Leroi Moore. Though you weren't in the center of the stage, you were just as important as any of the other 4 onstage with you.
I forgot to update this damn thing like I said I would. All is still well. My baby (the wife, I mean) is tired as hell. All the time. We are 11 weeks in one hour. The families were told right around my birthday and all went fine with that.
She eats a lot of pickles too. We had a guy come out to quote some new carpet and she got out the pickle jar and made herself a bowl of pickes.
Next doctor visit is in a few weeks for another ultrasound.
still on track for March 11th.
bedtime. |
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| Levels |
[Jul. 3rd, 2008|01:15 pm] |
Yesterday was kind of a blah day after the doctor visit.
Work was pretty crazy, thankfully, today has been quite uneventful. Of course we sat down for dinner with the station guys and had an apartment fire with trapped victim (kudos to Lampl for the save..) Dragging the rescue stretcher and stuff up to the damn building kicked my ass. Got home to eat about 10:30 and had cold and unspicy Chinese food. Found myself watching Road House on TV which has gotta be the second worst movie in the world, followed only by John Carpenter's Vampires!!!
Today was going alright until the doctor called. Levels are too low on progesterone, and meds are in order, in addition to more labwork on Saturday. My beautiful wife is going to look like a junkie with all of these needle sticks...
We aren't really telling anyone that close yet, because we need to feel a little more out of the woods first. Maybe in a few weeks?
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| The Doctor |
[Jul. 2nd, 2008|03:55 pm] |
Somehow this has become the unofficial and unauthorized blog of my recently discovered (see yesterday's entry) future offspring.
High points of the day:
About four weeks along. Apparently we were QUITE busy two weeks ago. I was trying to figure out the logistics of everything and gave up. According to my wife, the doctor is always right. So yeah, four weeks tomorrow.
Three needle sticks later and a few tears, there was enough of a sample to test for a bunch of hormone stuff that I sorta tuned out for.
Bloodwork results tomorrow.
Me politely refusing the pelvic exam and patiently waiting for a half hour while the wife read People magazine, covered by an oversized table napkin...
She lost her cell phone, but found it. That was a rough three hours for her.
I asked if they'd located Jimmy Hoffa while doing the ultrasound. No response. :)
We'll see how often I update this puppy!!!
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| Seems? I know not seems!! |
[Jul. 1st, 2008|10:04 pm] |
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When your wife of two and half years wakes you up to "you'd better go check the bathroom", what do you think?
Clogged toilet?
Not quite.... |
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