Healthy, hearty, and .... deaf

We have all recovered and are doing much better. Here's the executive update:

• From yesterday to today, I started showing. Every time Mr. M saw me today, he smiled at my tummy and then at me. It's wonderful to be married to a man who loves his children.
  


• Scott has suffered an acute (but hopefully temporary) hearing loss. At the pediatrician today, he pretty much failed the hearing screening. He had headphones on and was supposed to raise his hand when he heard a beep. He hardly heard any beeps until they were so loud that I could hear them. When the Dr. looked in his ears, he said, "Oh, there's definitely fluid in there." He is now taking antibiotics for 10 days, which should kill the infection, make the fluid dry up, and restore his hearing.
  
  
• Mr. M and I went to the dentist. I was not looking forward to explaining why I hadn't flossed for about 2 months, but they were nice when they heard about gagging and vomiting. My gums aren't even throbbing after the tooth cleaning, so maybe they went easy on me.

We have lots of fun things planned for the summer, which officially begins Memorial Day weekend: lunch at the Fire Station and a ride on a fire truck, overnight visits from friends near and far, birthday parties, a quick trip to Las Vegas, a visit from Grandma and Grandpa M, a big trip to Wichita, finding out what kind of baby we're having (Cyril or Tallulah?), Sounds of Summer at the Hollywood Bowl with friends, a trip to MN for me to see my brother home from Mongolia, a weekend escape (for me) to San Diego for a Suzuki class and visit with friends, NOT to mention all the fun in the pool, at the beach, museums, the library, the park... Let the party begin!

Sick, sick, sick

We have been sick at the Moo household. I have a cough, which gets crazy sometimes and causes me to lose whatever happens to be in my stomach. Ethan has the cough, but a very mild version. Scotty has got the full-blown bug. He had a fever yesterday of 101.8, the cough, the glazed-over mouse eyes, the lack of appetite. Today his fever rose to 102.4. I will probably check in with the pediatrician tomorrow, but we are giving him Tylenol to bring down the fever. He's very cheerful, just a lot more mellow than usual and spends his day lying on the couch with his blanket.

Thank goodness Mr. M has not been sick. He is holding us all together with lime popsicles and good dinners. We love you, Mr. M!

Teach them correct principles

Do you ever catch yourself midsentence and realize what you are saying sounds ridiculous? Or that the lecture you are giving your kids is the one you need to hear yourself? Am I giving myself away here?

Tonight while I was trying to enjoy my dinner with Mr. M, the boys were shrieking with laughter at the new game they had invented. After several attempts to stop the madness, I finally sent Mr. M after them while I intoned, "We have a rule in our house and that rule is NO THROWING TOILET PAPER IN THE LIVING ROOM!" Except that I started laughing as I heard the silliness of the rule. I mean, who needs a rule like that? Mr. M pointed out that we needed to teach the principle of respecting the furniture and the living room, rather than creating rules. We could never create enough rules to keep things sane around here.

Instant Love

I called the hospital advice line this morning because I had some spotting, and the advice line booked me an immediate appointment. I felt really calm driving to the appointment, although not sure what to expect. Many women near and dear to me have experienced miscarriage, and I tried to prepare myself for the worst. Thankfully, the worst is not to be, at least, not today.

My tiny 3 cm baby waved at me today during the ultrasound. The doctor wasn't looking for just that second and didn't see it - it was only for me. Only 10 weeks old and already a sense of humor!

TTC : 17 DPO I POAS: BFP!!!!

Well, let's just say that if you know what I mean, you've probably read some of the websites I was frequenting regularly for a while.

If you don't know what I mean, here are some indications that might point you towards the right conclusion (NOT FOR SENSITIVE READERS):

1. Lime popsicles are my favorite food right now. I've had 3 today, and usually, I'm a one-popsicle-per-day girl, if that.

2. My first popsicle of the day doesn't really count because it got thrown up, along with the Polish pickles and pizza crust that I snacked on this afternoon. Alliterative, but yucky the second time.

3. I sleep A LOT. Yesterday, I visited my dear friend Greek Goddess and had a lovely time, BUT I missed my habitual 1 pm nap. I went to bed at 6:45 pm, woke up 3 hours later, ate a bowl of ice cream, and went back to sleep til morning. Today, I had a two hour nap while the boys watched Cars.

4. I think about food A LOT, mostly wishing my mom were around to prepare it because everything she makes tastes good. She could probably cook dirt and I would be drooling over it.

5. I have designated a place in my house where I throw up. It's my kitchen sink. I keep the left side clear so if I need to yak, there's space available. I always rinse everything down and spritz the sink with bleach water right away. (I never throw up in the toilet anymore. It's too awful.) I try to close my windows so the neighbors don't hear the demons being called forth from my stomach.

6. I have been to the doctor twice in the last few weeks.

7. If you haven't figured it out by now, this will clue you in. Scott has been telling people that "mom has a baby in her tummy". We are absolutely delighted and expect the baby to arrive sometime in November.

And now, it's past my bedtime:)