Macleod Momentum

The last two days have seemed so busy there has been NO time to update the blog! Nola in the waiting room. Doesn't matter, it's going to be short and sweet because of the consistently good news we are receiving. Nola and Daddy. The appointment was for 8 o'clock in the morning, which is good and bad.  We're the first ones in, so we'll be done in reasonable time.  But it's stinking early.  Especially to drag little girl out of her slumber and stick her in a car seat! The appointment was great!  Quick ultrasound and the heart rate clear at 60.  I feel great, my meds are working properly and the baby's growth is bang on.  Awesome! In the ultrasound room. After we were done we'd planned to go to IKEA.  It was the day to buy Nola her big girl bed!!  Kevin and I wanted to buy ourselves some stuff and we were prepared to make a big haul!  We bought ourselves a bedroom suite; headboard, footboard, MATCHING night stands, new lamps and a d...

24 weeks Our morning started a little earlier than the others.  The doctor asked me to be at the clinic between 9:30 and 10:00 a.m. so we dropped Nola off at day home around 7:45.  Yawn!  We were a little concerned of the roads because over coffee we heard the radio talk about all the black ice and cars in the ditch...  But the trip has to be made and it's nothing my husband can't handle :) Off we went, and we made good time.  I think we counted 2 or 3 drivers in the ditch but that was it and we sailed smoothly on to Calgary actually getting there about 9:30.  It was looking good for a quick and easy day. Kevin dropped me off at the front doors and I went in to the appointment.  He was going across the street to fill up on washer fluid, grab a coffee and join me after.  I wasn't sure if I'd have to wait long since they did double book to see me and sometimes that creates problems, but the wonderful nurse put me in to a room right away and g...

First appointment was at 10:30 this morning, which is a nice enough time to get up regularly in the morning, have Nola to day home and get down just slightly after rush hour. The wonderful Dr. Fruitman was first of the two appointments.  Familiarity is kicking in and Kevin and I have all the parking lots scoped out and priced as well as the shortest ways through the winding corridors and passage ways. We got in reasonably on time (which isn't a common occurrence) and went to see the Perinatology nurse.  She asks me all the questions she should already have the answers to, like what meds I'm on and doses and my medical history...frustrating.  I wonder how many times and to how many doctors I've had to repeat this to??  Then she takes my blood pressure.  100/50, I'm sure about the same rate as Mary Poppins, it's always practically perfect. Back to the waiting room and a few minutes later a very nice young lady sonographer calls my name and leads us back...

This has definitely been a test for me.  It's a test in patience, calm and undeniable reality that some things are simply not in my control. Today had reasonably good news.  I'll start from the beginning as to not miss a beat. I dropped Nola off at day home around 9, printed off my Christmas letters at Staples and met Kevin back at home for our 10:30 planned departure to Calgary.  The roads were fair and clear so it was smooth sailing all the way. I had intentions of getting there about one hour before my first scheduled appointment as I needed to get blood work done.  There is a little lab on the main floor of the North Tower of the Foothills and my doctor was quite explicit last week that is must be done in Calgary. I took a number and waited.  When it was called, I obediently marched up to the counter and handed her my three requisitions and health card.  Then she proceeded to explain I needed to give a urine sample.  Oops, I had just gone ...

This is a blog I’m unsure of how to begin.   It certainly isn’t good news…   But its news I want to share with my you.   I want to share the news because I realize we need support and as many good thoughts and prayers as everyone can muster, and because I really don’t want to be stuck explaining it over and over again.   I don’t want to start speaking to someone as though they know and realize they don’t, etc.. The 17 th of November was one of the most anticipated days of my life!   We were going in for the 19 week ultrasound with high hopes of finding out the gender of our second child.   Kevin and I were both excited and he took the day off to ensure his presence.   Everything was normal.   They wanted to do all the measurements and details to check the baby’s health and well-being before anything else.   At the end, he went to get Kevin and I told the tech we really wanted to know the gender.   He plainly told me it probably woul...

I’m sure we were all in that position.   That time before children, when we’d look at others and pass judgement about the way they were parenting or about their child’s behaviour. I’m done.   It’s over.   I’m totally finished. Not that Nola has been a trying child.   She’s actually been quite good.   She didn’t have colic; she’s always been a pretty good sleeper, good eater, fun and easy going. Yes, she has been fussy and sick and trantrum-y too.   Now we’re struggling with an upset in sleep pattern.   This is exhausting because it’s so out of the norm.   She was so easy to put down or leave with others.   Now she needs to be touching me in some way for most of the day.   I may not leave the room without her and my hips are taking a beating because of how much she all of a sudden needs to be held.   At bed time I feel like I’m a prisoner in her room.   She won’t let me leave so long as she’s awake… Why?   Dunno. ...

Although I’m certain I’ve lost the interest of my infrequent blog checkers, I’ll throw another one onto the interweb for the heck of it. I haven’t blogged in quite some time.   I suppose this pregnancy and Nola have taken priority.   When I say “the pregnancy has taken priority” I really mean sleep.   I’ve been exhausted.   The first trimester bogged me now with fatigue constantly, and now I’m hit with that mid-afternoon Blah.   I have a lot of pregnancy insomnia, which leaves me awake at all hours of the night.   It’s convenient to lay down for a nap in the afternoon when the Miss needs her nap; she religiously takes this from 1-3…thank God. In preparation for our upcoming move, my wonderfully fantastic husband has been working hard to pack up much of the house.   I won’t lie, I’ve done very little to help…I’m usually sleeping.   But he has most of the basement packed up in neat little piles of boxes.   It’s pretty amazing how much stuff ...