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Things I know about me

Things that I know for sure about myself. The Good, Bad, and just plain Ugly.

1) I am an organized person in thought and execution, but not housework

2) Thinking a lot and trying to organize makes me tired

3) Un-organization apparently annoys me because I don't understand it

4) I love when school is in session; it gives me more of a purpose and activity

5) People who can't drive in the rain aggravate me in a way that is surely unhealthy

6) I must unload my thoughts good/bad on whoever will listen and nod

7) I lack tolerance and patience more than I thought

8) I'm super stubborn regardless if it is logical to others or not

9) I try to make things work when its needed

10) I cherish my friends and time spent with them

11) Time has no bounds or effect on my friendships, either. I pick up where we left off, usually.

12) I care more than I think that I do about things....apparently, when I believe in or about something I am passionate about it

13) I need people to agree with me...even if they don't...just don't let me know about it

14) When my mind is on something...it will be done right away or I can't function

(Stephen added that one)

15) I just can't keep my opinion to myself if it starts to slip out....its like a leak in the dam...it can start off small, but turn into a massive wave and flood

16) I am a realist....not by nature but by life...

17) My family is important to me...and I want to be important to them

18) I am more sensitive than I thought or want to own up to

19) I think about the legacy I'll leave behind one day....and I hope that the stories told about me after I'm gone won't entail the negative things on this list

Go Away.....

The pitter patter of rain drops on my roof keep putting me in a sleepy mood. My foggy windows and cool house leaves me groggy. Fay has brought many things, but it definitely is a cure for my insomnia, lately. However, it keeps me tired throughout the entire day. I want to snuggle up under warm covers in my bed and cat nap all day long. Yet, with everyday life buzzing around me it isn't possible. Instead, I yawn. I yawn all day long, and I cause other people to catch it, too. So, take a moment with me to have a nice stretch, a good yawn, and an image of curling up in a nice cozy bed. OK, moment over....get back to reality...go go go!

I'm Not Lying!

Every time that I go to the doctor, I feel as though I am trying to pass an impossible test. Whether it be my blood pressure, weight, or blood work of some kind I sense an underlying expectancy that I must adhere to. Talk about pressure.

Obviously, today I went to my doctor. My blood pressure was 130/80. I was actually quite proud of that, seeing that it was 144/94 at one point. However, when in the exam room my doctor questions me about high blood pressure symptoms at home. People, I have said that my pressure goes up at the doctor's office. I have told him about it. Yet, every single time it is as though he thinks that I am lying to his face, or something. Actually, my reading at home is usually 117/74! I am NOT lying?

What would I benefit from lying to my health care professional? I know that consequences of hypertension, preeclampsia, and toxemia. I am a medical junkie! I also know unhealthy cheating ways to get my pressure down, but I don't wish to sink that low and possible harm my baby.

Already, he has hinted at the fact I'll be put on bed rest at the end of this pregnancy. Plus, they will monitor the baby every four weeks by ultra sound. Did I mention that I am only 20 weeks, and I have to see my doctor every 2 weeks....both of them (specialist and OBGYN)....yes, that's right and I don't have anything medically wrong with me, as of yet.

Now ask me why I hate going to doctors, getting tested for anything, and having any symptoms of illness. One more thing, my sister is expecting in a different part of the country. She has had more weight gain, higher pressure than mine at times, sugar in her samples, and is 7 1/2 years older than me....never once has her doctor made a big deal about any of these things... rest assured, if I had even one of these issues I'd probably be typing this blog from a bed at Winnie Palmer Hospital.

Why is this so hard...

Yesterday, we took the kids to the doctor for their "well visits." Everything went well and we were told that Iveigh had to get one shot, but Hunter needed four. The Dr. asked me if I wanted to do Hunter's in two's....two that day and two another day. I declined, thinking that it would be hard to come back in. They both were brave, and tears were few.

I never gave this a second thought until we were out today. Hunter had soccer tryouts, and we had to walk a distance from a gym to the car afterwards. We cooled off in the car, and I began the drive home. Looking in the review mirror, I saw Hunter looking quite sickly. He said that he was hot, and he had a headache "because of the sun."

I hate when he gets headaches; it bugs me, and it makes me so uneasy/anxious internally (Yes, I am a bit obsessive compulsive...plus I've had two friends with brain tumors within the last year...and that doesn't help things...). We stopped to get a drink, but he didn't feel better. At home, he told me that he was fine, but I could tell that something wasn't right. He didn't want to tell me that he had a headache, but I knew.

I debated calling the doctor, on a Saturday, and risk being the over reacting parent, but decided to hold off. Hunter felt hot to me, and I took his temperature, 101.7....Alright, now I am calling the doctor.

Right away, I spoke with him. He let me know that he was probably having a reaction the vaccinations. He wasn't concerned about the headache, either. I let him know that he's had them before, and I didn't know when to be concerned about that. The doctor said that as long as he wasn't vomiting with them, not to worry about them. That made me feel better.

After being reassured that he'd survive and wasn't suffering from horrible disease, I gathered my mom wits about me. I put him in a cool bath ( to bring down the high fever) and gave him Tylenol.

Right now, he is napping....he fever and headache are gone....Thank you God....but this is just a taste of motherhood. Iveigh can't vocalize if she's feeling bad, and the new baby can't either. I don't know what's worse, not knowing what is wrong or knowing and having my imagination run wild. It shows me how powerless I really am to fix problems that they may have. I have to put my trust in God and rely on His power and wisdom, for they belong to Him any way. Oh, that's hard.....Today I'm saying a prayer for those families who are dealing with sick children...those who know that Tylenol can't take away their child's pain or illness. And, thank you Lord, that I have been so blessed with the littlest ones in my life.....

What I'm Really Craving

Pregnancy brings on strange things, but here is what I've REALLY been craving:

1) Watching My Kids Chase Lightening Bugs

2) Sitting in a Rocking Chair on a Deck Overlooking Mountains while Sipping Iced Tea

3) Driving Down Crooked Roads Listening to Country Music

4) Exploring Small Town Antique Stores

5) Wearing a Sweater at Night

6) Listening to Frogs and Crickets Near the Pond at Dusk

7) Playing Card Games Around the Kitchen Table at Night Before Bedtime

8) Watching Old Movies the Other Nights in a Dim Room

9) Taking a Picnic Lunch of Melva's Fried Chicken and Homemade Potato Salad to the Creek in the Mountains

10) Hiking Up the Peaks Trail to the Top and Overlook the City of Bedford, VA