A Carson Kind of Life

Ah...it's Friday night, and boy am I happy that it is. Shew, what a week.  This week has brought on the emotions.  I now know that I am not able to control my emotions as easily as I used to since being pregnant.  Let me explain...here lately, I've had a bunch of nose-bleeds.  Now, from what the books and the doctors tell me, that's pretty normal, since my blood volumes are increasing incredibly and since the blood vessels are so close to the surface in your nostrils.  Also, your nasal cavity gets really dry and you feel stuffy a lot when you' re pregnant.  So, I usually don't get too alarmed when I have one, because they stop bleeding quickly.  Well, on Sunday, prior to leaving for church, I had one...A BIG ONE, and it would not stop bleeding, no matter how hard or how long I pinch my nose/upper lip. I tried all of the tricks....and to no avail.  I started to get really scared, thinking that my platelet levels were low and that I was having a hard time clotting.  Looking back now, imagining the scene all over again is pretty funny to me.  There I was, sitting on the side of the tub, bawling while holding a huge wad of toilet paper to my nose, holding my upper lip and trying to tell Hugh, "It's not stopping" with my nose-plugged voice.... Hugh says...
 
It'll stop, just keep holding it.
 
I've BEEN holding it for FOREVER(drama queen here) and it STILL hasn't stopped!
 
It'll be okay, just stay calm....(Hugh leaves the room for a minute...)
 
(Hugh retuns to the bathroom only to find my eye brows raised in the middle and desperate looking eyes....)
 
Hugh, it's....not....stopping.....(tears start to roll).....I don't know what to do. My platelets must be low....
 
It'll stop....(as he slowly sat down to provide sweet comfort to his distressed, pregnant wife)
 
It WON'T stop (as if I know all things)....It usually stops by now.....(more tears and now the heaves)
 
Finally....IT STOPPED after a VERY long time.  Shew...what a roller coaster ride. I felt emotionally drained upon arriving to church.  I was afraid to sneeze and I definitely wasn't blowing my nose anytime sooner.
 
So...a few days pass and Daisy gets a case of the...well...diarrheas.  See, we changed her food b/c Walmart ran out of Purina Sensitive Systems (her usual) and so we got another Purina brand.  At 2:30 am, I hear crying at my bedside, which she hasn't done since she was a fresh, little pup and didn't have any self-control then.  Then, I kindly told Hugh it was his turn to let her out(LOL) at 5:00 am.  It's so stink'n HOT outside, I didn't want to dehydrate her more by leaving her out all day while we were at work, so I just closed off most of the carpeted rooms just in case.  I'm glad I did, b/c what I came home to is just too gross to describe in detail. One word is fitting: EVERYWHERE.  Shew!  So, it's day #2, Daisy exploded in the house, and she hasn't hardly eaten anything since. My motherly heart begins to get concerned and attentive to her.  The next morning, Daisy could hardly get up and she was limping REALLY badly.  She could hardly walk or climb stairs b/c her back left leg just didn't have any mobility.  I was WORRIED to no end!!  I cried like a BABY on the way to work, trying to talk myself out of crying so I wouldn't look like the Asian Spanish Teacher upon arriving to work.  I was so upset, I couldn't tell anyone and just the smallest thought about her being home alone, sick as a dog and almost immobile, sent the tears rolling.  So, I checked outta school and took her to the vet.  She's all better now, b/c of some medicine and we still don't know what the heck was going on with her leg, but as of today(Friday), she's back to her normal self.  I hadn't cried like that since we had to put her under heartworm treatment. Oh, don't even get me started on how that tore me up to smitherins. 
 
So, it's Friday, and I'm slap exhausted.  Hugh and I are going to just chill and watch a movie tonight, something we rarely have time to do b/c we're such busy-bodies and social butterflies. 
 
Here I am at just about 21 weeks. The doctors think that I might be 5 days ahead of where I am now, because Baby Carson is a BIG GIRL, weighing a lot more than what she should be weighing.  That's kinda scary to think about, knowing she's gotta come out.  I'm just happy that I can feel her moving about ALL the time. She's an active little girl, that's for sure.  I love feeling her move. It's so reassuring and it puts a smile on my face like nothing else.  What a life-changing thought....Hugh and I already have a daughter. amazing.