Wednesday, June 18, 2014

32 Weeks and Counting

Thoughts I simply must share at 32 weeks pregnant:

I Had a Vision
Last night I dreamed of maxi dresses.  In my dream they were so stylish, everyone was wearing them and they were so light and airy.  They would be perfect for my expanding tummy.  So in my dream I went shopping.  I woke up so happy, until I realized I did not have a maxi dress and I'm so pathetically unfashionable, I didn't even know where to go to get my visionary dress.  Then I remembered a lovely gal at church who was wearing one on Sunday.  I asked her to advise me and this evening I am the proud owner of two light, airy, comfortable maxi dresses.  I think I had a vision.

The Weather Is My Friend
It has been unseasonably cool for several days.  It's been snowing in the mountains in the middle of June.  We've had rain and the house has stayed cool.  I could not be happier!  I'm not sure I've been so easily overheated during other pregnancies--this is not my first summer baby, but I'm having a hard time regulating my body temperature.  I am one hot mama this time around!

I Hate My Doctor
I went to a new Dr. with this baby.  My Dr. for Tessa, Faith, Cannon, and George retired-- sadness.  Besides, our insurance changed so I had to make a change anyway.  My dear sister recommended Dr. Nichols at Jordan Valley.  I love my sister.  I think she is wonderful and has very good judgment in many things.  But we do not share taste in Dr.'s.  For the first 6 months he harassed me about my weight gain.  I tried to explain that this was very typical for me and my EIGHT pregnancies.  I tried to assure him that it would level off in the third trimester.  I tried to tell him it comes off fairly easily after delivery.  I tried to explain that I don't have high blood pressure or gestational diabetes.  It didn't seem to make any difference.  Then at my appointment this week I had a trace of sugar in my urine (once again-- typical at the end of the pregnancy for me).  He asked what I'd had for breakfast-- Frosted Mini Wheats.  Not the greatest choice, but I can think of worse!  He chewed me out for eating such unhealthy junk. 
I had considered finding a new Dr., but it seemed like too much hassle.  I figured, I don't really need a Dr. for much besides the actual delivery.  I'd just make do.  But after my last appointment, I'd had enough.  I've made an appointment with a new Dr.-- Dr. Smith in Draper, and I'll deliver at Lone Peak Hospital.  Truth be told, I don't know that I'll love him either, but his bedside manner can't be worse than Dr. Nichols.

Making Space
We moved Cannon and George to another room in our house and fixed them up with their own set of bunk beds.  They are thrilled and it's been a smooth transition-- even if we are bribing George to stay in his own bed at night rather than joining Abe and I. 

Summer Reading
I like to think I'm being wise and taking care of myself by resting on the couch for a bit each afternoon.  If I have evening plans I especially need to rest my body for a bit.  It's been nice to have some time to sit and read.  I've declared it a summer of reading for our family.  We will be taking lots of trips to the library for material-- sometimes I'll take them, sometimes I just send them on their bikes. 

John Adams
Abe and I have been watching a mini-series on John Adams.  We're watching the last one this evening and I highly recommend it.  There are a couple of somewhat graphic scenes, so I don't recommend it for little ones.

Piano Recital
Last Tuesday night was our Spring piano recital.  It went very well, but it's always nice to have that over with.  It's a lot of work!  There are three kids missing from this picture who had to leave early.

That's about it for this evening.  I'm off to bed.


Kajsa Pace said...

Wow that is a lot of students to teach and organize! Glad your recital went well, and I have been enjoying the cooler weather too. :)

Emily Sanders said...

Grrrrr. I had ONE doctor give me a bad time about my weight and I never saw him again . . . until the delivery. Things went so fast that my dr. could't be called and he was already there. He made a snarky remark while I was in the stirrups having a baby and I almost kicked him in the face. NO WOMAN EVER needs someone to tell them about their weight. I promise, doc, we KNOW that our thighs are rubbing and our bottom jiggles. Back off! (Did that come off too aggressively? Sorry. Touchy, I guess. :) )