Mini victory

I put Cora into the tub this evening with a small lecture about not going poo in the tub. This of course stemmed from a recent incident involving emergency evacuation and sanitation of the tub. I told her if she needed to go, to stand up and say "potty" so about 10 minutes into her tub experience, she stood up and said "potty" I whipped her out, sat her on the toilet, and low and behold, a sweet tinkling sound erupted only seconds later.

I was so pleased, and she was too. We haven't even begun to work on potty training due to her kidney, but it was still a neat moment. A brief bit of sunshine in a crappy day. (see my next post for the bitter details)

Crushing defeat! Amazing friends!

This has been a rough weekend. Cora got sick on Wednesday, and has been miserable. After three full days of pandering to a sick and crabby baby, I was pretty miserable too.

But really, I am here to talk about this morning. Our wonderful friends the Reeses drove up from Charlotte to spend the weekend with us, and arrived last night bearing homemade cheesecake. We enjoyed a board game, then Brian suddenly felt ill and went to bed. This morning I woke up to a sick husband and little girl who was worse than when I put her to bed the night before. Wonderful Katie had gotten up and made us all dutch babies, so I enjoyed a few minutes to call and get an appointment with Cora's pediatrician while my guests made me breakfast. Dutch babies are normally Cora's favorite so I was surprised when she took a few bites, and then just sat there. A few minutes later it was obvious when her breakfast and grape juice came flying back out of her. She was scared and upset, and wanted me to hold her, but, being the hard hearted, grossed out pregnant woman that I am, decided to console her from a distance while she cleared out the contents of her stomach. After cleaning up the breakfast fun I headed for the car to take Cora to her Dr.'s appointment, got into my *nearly* brand new car, and promptly backed into the Reeses car. I really felt like crying at this point, but settled for smacking myself in the head a few times. Luckily I wasn't going real fast. Soooooo I got to call Katie, and not only apologize for the barf show, ditching them to go to the doctors, but now for hitting their car. At this point in time I began to seriously wonder if they would still want to be our friends after today.

At the appointment they were running behind, and I spent 45 minutes entertaining Cora in a small room, luckily there were lots of things in my bag. My little girl was happy and chirping until the doctor opened the door. Immediately she began screaming and clinging to me as if her life was in danger. A couple of months ago when she had her kidney ultrasound she got really upset over the procedure, and apparently is still feeling traumatized. So the doctor and I had to shout over the wailing, and repeat several questions and answers until we mostly communicated the problem.

Eventually I arrived home and found the Reeses had packed up their stuff, and even gone shopping and bought us something to eat while we recovered today. I was so grateful/embarrassed about everything, but really, they are great friends and I am thankful they don't hate us after today. Maybe we will get lucky and they will have amnesia about this weekend and still come to visit us sometime in the future!

If I only had a brain...

I remember (I think!) a time when I didn't need reminders, and could keep pretty on top of things, I think I even felt smug about it once...

Not this weekend. Apparently I am done impressing myself with any mental acrobatics. Yesterday we were frantically preparing to dinner for 14. As part of Freshman orientation each year, Brian has a group of new students he is advising over for dinner. So as we are rushing around, the missionaries call to wonder when they should come over for dinner. Dang! I felt terrible about the situation but we ended up having to make a quick meal to go for the Elders. This after they helped us unload the swingset just this week.

This morning I had an appointment to see our little bambino to be. I showed up at 9:30, and when I tried to sign in they couldn't find me in the system. Eventually they figured out it was because I was scheduled for 8:50. The incredible thing about this is that they had even called to remind me about the appointment on Friday. So I left the Doctor's office feeling silly and disappointed.

I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings.

Sunshine Returns!

I am happy to report that I have regained my will to live! It really is refreshing to wake up in the morning, and look forward to getting out of bed and enjoying the day. I have felt good for nearly a week now, so I am declaring an end to my first trimester blahs, and am so happy to have most of my energy back. Forty some odd days of feeling like a truck hit me was plenty!

Brian has been working hard to get things lined up for the beginning of the school year, Cora has begun to sing and I had the pleasant surprise of having a roommate from college drop by for a visit.

Currently Brian and I have been making plans to put a swingset in the backyard. We are purchasing the set tomorrow, and have been trying to figure out where to put it in the yard, and whether we want to do anything to the ground around it. I was feeling ambitious about the surfacing until I priced everything-- then suddenly dirt didn't seem like such a bad idea.

Feeling Sluggish

Mostly, I think blogs should be peppy, but I feel torn when I haven't written in awhile, and I still don't feel the sunshine coming on. While delighted I am pregnant I am an amazing imitation of a three toed sloth. I wish I could be more energetic for Cora who has a hard time with her new-not-improved mommy. I also wish this first trimester were over. Thirteen weeks goes by very quickly, except these ones. Oh well. I know I really don't have much to complain about, but I just wish I could fall asleep for a month, and wake up when this trimester is over. I don't think I would miss much.