Well, I'm hangin in there. It's been a looooong 2 weeks since my first passing out until now. I figured out that I have spent pretty much 40 hours at the hospital between my 3 visits in those 2 weeks.
I am actually feeling pretty good. My head feels clear and oxygenated. :) I feel like I can do stuff around here, though I'm trying to be smart about it and not let myself do too much. All in all, I think that it was a success, though I'm not sure if it was enough. They will do a complete blood count (CBC) when I go to my OB on Tuesday to see where my numbers are. I am just really thinking that after baby is born, I'll need more blood. We'll see, though. I would be much happier to NOT have to have it, as it just ups the anty on all of the risks involved, but I'm just not sure that I'm to a "normal" level yet. We'll see what the tests say next week.
On to a topic I enjoy much more...Cassie. She has been such a doll through all of this. It has really stressed her out a few times, but she has just been so, so good like she knows that Momma needs her to be or something. Yesterday, she kept saying, "I help Momma..." I'd say that we needed to clean up and she'd say, "I help Momma keen up." She just has been helpful and loving and wonderful. I have been praising her and snuggling her and trying to reassure her the whole time.
Every morning and then periodically throughout the day, she asks where Daddy went. Either I'll say "work" or I'll ask her to tell me. Yesterday she asked and I asked her and she said, "Work. Daddy works at Target." HA! The Home Depot that we pointed out as "Daddy's work" to her (which isn't really his store) is right next door to Target. I wonder if she wasn't confused. We talked about it and now if you ask her she tells you that Daddy works at "Home Peepoh." Close enough. :)
I don't think that I ever really updated on her doctor's appt from this week. She has gained 4 lbs in the last 6 months (up to 26 lbs), but not a whole lot in height (up to 33 inches). She's on the low end for height now according to the percentages and all of that. I was surprised. They pricked her finger and she just whimpered a bit. She was really brave. However, when they put the cotton and band-aid on her finger...man, oh man! She went NUTS! She started screaming and trying to yank it off. It was such a funny/weird reaction, as she was so brave about the poke! Anyway, we got it off and washed it thoroughly (it had cotton stuck to it) and then she was fine. Silly rabbit.
Well, that's all I know for now, I guess. Mark called and said he'd had a rough morning already and that if I wanted to go into labor today, that would be great with him. :) I said, "If you figure out how to make that happen, you be sure and let me know and I will DO IT!!!" :) So, send me those ideas, ladies! My husband needs me!!! :) :) :)
Oh, and I've done pineapple, spicy foods, raspberry leaf tea, and evening primrose oil, so other suggestions besides those... :)