Finding calm in the chaos

Finding calm in the chaos

Friday, February 29, 2008

made my day


I saw a patient today who thanked me for talking him into getting a colonoscopy as we found a precancerous polyp. At the end of the visit, he said, "I appreciate you." It made my day. Not all patients are appreciative and it was so nice to be thanked, although really, I was just doing my job.
Later this morning, a bouquet of gerber daisies arrived with a thank you card from the same patient. I got a little teary-eyed...it was a good day to be a nurse practitioner. :)

Thursday, February 28, 2008

12 weeks and counting


We're at 28 weeks and the belly has grown, to say the least. My morning sickness vanished 2 months ago (thank God!) and (as you can tell) I've made up for lost time. I've gained 21 lbs in 2 months, which I can hardly believe...but I guess the scale doesn't really lie (unfortunately). Still, though, I'm on track for my weight gain (although I don't know how long I can keep this up...I hope it slows down or I'm going to be HUGE by the time the Puppy gets here).
Fetal development tidbit: this week the Puppy can see light and will turn its head toward light if you shine a flashlight on your belly. We're going to try this trick this week.
Also, wanted to get a picture of the cogs with the belly. Easier said than done with 2 spacey Brittanies and a pregnant woman who thought it would be a good idea to kneel on the tile floor (in case you were wondering, it wasn't...).

Just how big will it get???

A shout-out to Broken Wing

When Joe and I first started dating, his littlest brother Jeff was still a little kid. Our first or second summer dating, Jeff broke his arm. I felt bad for him, but felt even worse when I learned that he'd already broken that same arm once in his life. Yet another summer with no swimming. This broken arm streak earned him the nickname "Broken Wing". Years went by without incident, but his nickname stuck.

Sunday night, a much older (he's in junior high now!) and wiser Jeff called to let us know that he had, yet again, broken his arm...the same arm...in a motorcycle accident. Poor guy.

They're going to try to reduce his arm today (with anesthesia), but he might end up having surgery today, so any prayers for Broken Wing would be appreciated.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

it ain't neurosugery...

One of the physicians at my clinic summed up the entire practice of gastroenterology for me today. The practice of gastroenterology is based on answering 5 questions:

1. Why can't I poop?
2. Why do I poop so much?
3. Why are my liver enzymes elevated?
4. Why does my belly hurt?
5. Where is the blood going?

It ain't neurosurgery...but I like it.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Sunday morning lazies

We had a late night on Saturday, playing Scrabble with Rich and Melissa (I lost...blame the pregnant brain), so I had a hard time getting up this morning...and so did the cogs.


Fortunately, I did get my lazy pregnant bum out of bed eventually, although the cogs weren't quite convinced it was a worthwhile endeavor.






But, Joe and I ended up getting some productive things done:


1. Shopped for a carpet runner. We've been working on this task since we bought our house and it is no simple feat. Something affordable, durable and matches an area rug. We narrowed it down to two front runners (pun-intended). After 10 months of this frustrating search, I feel like we have truly accomplished some progress.
2. Put away most of our laundry...washed a TON last week.
3. Hung switchplates and outlet covers in the Puppy's room.
4. Joe caulked the chair rail and baseboards in the living room.
5. Picked out a paint color for the living room.
6. Joe went grocery shopping.
So...after looking at the list, JOE actually was much more productive than me, but...I'm a great supervisor (just ask him!). I've been trying to put my feet up more often because I've started to retain water...two pounds overnight!!...so I have to be more the brains (ha ha) than the brawn of this team.

Friday, February 22, 2008

The Name Game

Last night, Joe and I had the stark realization that our baby is coming...and soon! We've been talking about names for awhile, but have been struggling with our girl name. I've felt like we're having a boy since the day we found out we're pregnant and haven't been overly worried about picking a girl's name...but, then again, I don't want to be at the hospital, taking home a "Baby Girl" Kaufman with no real name.



If it's a boy, we like the name Samuel Frederick (AKA Sam). I like the story of Samuel in the bible...his mother prayed and prayed for a baby and said she would turn him over to God if he let her have a baby. And, Frederick (which means peaceful ruler) after my all-time favorite father-in-law.



If it's a girl, I like the name Anne, after St. Anne (and...a good friend), one of the patron saints of fertility, who we prayed to to get pregnant. However, this is our struggle: Anne what? Anne is usually used as a middle name, so we've had some tough times coming up with a middle name.



So, let me pose this challenge to you readers out there. Find us a girl middle name that goes with Anne (something) Kaufman. Anna is an option for a first name as well since that's a family name from the Altmiller side.



Things you should know about us before playing the name game:

1. We're old fashioned, uncreative people. This means we prefer old-fashioned classic names. Please no unique spellings or apostrophes.
2. If you could shed some light on why you like the name of your choice, that would be helpful.
3. Anne Marie is not an option. The reason: My middle name is Lyn, which I feel like is a cop-out, filler middle name. I sort of feel like Marie falls into the same category. (No offense if your middle name is Marie...I'm certainly not passing judgment...I can't even think of my own baby's middle name on my own).

So...we're looking forward to lots of comments! Of course, our baby could come out and not look anything like a Sam or an Anne...and then we'll be back at square one, but we would appreciate a little help with the planning process if you guys have it in you. The prize: having a little person out there in the world that you can look fondly on and say, "Hey, I picked your name."

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Pretty toes

I never realized how hard it was to feel pretty when you are pregnant. I feel motherly, large, bulky, hungry, but never really...pretty. Of course, it doesn't really help that my beauty routine has fallen out the window. I haven't painted my toenails since I found out I was pregnant. Six months later, I still had a remnant of my old chipped nail polish faithfully clinging to my left big toe.

So, in an effort to help my self esteem, I scheduled a girls' day for Amy, Mom, and me at my salon. Amy and I got pedicures and Mom got a massage.


My feet may be swollen and my toes may look like little sausages, but at least they're pretty.

A perfect day...

A few weeks ago, we realized that everyone was ditching us on President's Day weekend (Eddys heading back to Spokane and Mom back to Lewiston), so we made plans to head down to Salt Lake City for a quick getaway.

So, after dropping Mom off at the airport at the insanely early hour of 5am, Joe and I hopped in the car for our roadtrip. We spent the drive just talking and planning what we would do for the day. I wanted to go to IKEA to shop for some baby furniture and Joe asked me what I wanted to eat while we were in SLC. Joe mentioned Old Spaghetti Factory and I suddenly was overwhelmed with a desire to eat there. I was soooo sad, though, because it would be a long time before we could get to Spokane or Seattle to eat at this fine establishment. I seriously had to take a few minutes to pull myself together and get over my grief. (In fact, this led to a discussion of Kubler-Ross's 5 stages of grief, but I digress).

Later that evening, after a full shopping day at IKEA (6 hours and $500 later...), Joe was flipping through the tourism magazine in our hotel room. We'd decided we would head to Trolley Square and eat at a Brazilian restaurant a friend had recommended and Joe was looking for the address.

Joe: Jen, Jen! Look at this...
Jen: What?
Joe: Look what restaurant they have in Trolley Square.

There it was...in black and white print, listed among the eateries at Trolley Square: OLD SPAGHETTI FACTORY. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Joe said he thought my face might crack because I was smiling so big.

Perfect end to a perfect day.

Kevin's birthday

Kevin celebrated his 27th birthday on February 10th.






We celebrated with a feast prepared by Amy, which included coconut shrimp (served with steamed rice and a delicious mango salsa), artichoke-tomato pasta salad (made by me), and steamed green beans.


Dessert was the ever delicious "Better than Sex" cake and everyone (but me) enjoyed a glass of Kevin's favorite merlot.




Even the cogs had a good time.

Cross country skiing

Some women exercise throughout their entire pregnancies...




...I am not one of them.


Yes, I know regular exercise is good for you and the baby, helps keep you in shape for labor and the toils of newborn care, and is something that I should do daily. But, I was throwing up for 20 weeks and mainly just laid around. When the Eddys moved in, I got a bit more exercise chasing Noah and was a little more active...but not much more than my sloth-days of laying on the couch and watching TV.


This all changed Saturday when this 6 1/2 month pregnant woman took her mother cross-country skiing. You might remember I love cross country skiing and think of it as the perfect sport for me as an unathletic person, so I didn't really think it would be overly taxing in spite of my nonactive status. Joe, Mom, and I headed up to Harriman State Park and after a brief lesson, skiied for a few hours.


Lessons learned:

1. It's harder to ski with a big belly. Who knew you used your core so much?

2. It's harder to ski when you weigh more. More friction, less glide equals a very tired Jen.

3. Cross country skiing is, indeed, exercise. I was so sore when I woke up on Sunday that I secretly wished Joe had smothered me in my sleep the night before so I wouldn't have to endure the general body pain. He didn't, though, so I just had to moan about the pain all day to him instead.











But, overall, I had a great day and enjoyed being active. Mom was a natural skier and took to the sport right away, although she wasn't a big fan of going down hills. I was proud of myself for skiing several miles and, in spite of my deconditioning, still having the skills to not fall down (oh...can you imagine? A large pregnant lady stuck in a snow bank? I would have been stuck there until spring thawed everything out!).

Friday, February 15, 2008

Guess he's voting Republican...

The other night, Joe, Kevin, and Noah were watching the Daily Show, when Jon Stewart (the host) mentioned something about Mike Huckabee.

Noah: Huckabee!
Kevin: Noah, can you say "Barack Obama"?
Noah: No...
Joe: What about "John McCain"?
Noah: John McCain.
Kevin: Obama!
Noah (sad face): No....

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Doggie drama

Last night, I heard some tapping next to my bed and, since I was having a hard time sleeping anyway, I looked up and saw Doc dancing in the door way. (If you've never seen a dog dance, come by our house at dinnertime some day and watch Doc). This is unusual because Doc typically sleeps throughout the night and never moves off his dog bed. So, I called him onto our bed, but he just kept dancing by the bedroom door.

I got up finally and followed him out to the living room, where he led me over to his new comfy blue bed (Joe had to go out and get Doc a bed after his accident because his previous bed was not cushioned enough)...where Schatzi was sleeping. I guess Schatzi had lured Doc out of bed with a chewy bone and while Doc was retrieving the chewy, snuck into his bed. So, now, Doc didn't have any place to sleep.

I guess he just needed to let me know what the problem was because after I saw Schatzi in his bed, I called him back up to our bed and he climbed in between Joe and me, laid his head on my belly and slept the whole night. Silly dogs...

100 days...

100 days left of being pregnant (or at least until my due date). Things left to do:
  • Register for baby paraphenalia (apparently, they require a lot of equipment).
  • Catch up on sleep (this is what every parent in the world has told me. Question: does this actually help you later on? Is it worth even worrying about? I'm not sleeping well, anyway).
  • Go to every movie you can...Kevin Eddy says this opportunity vanishes once you have a crying infant in tow.
  • Find a pediatrician.
  • Find a childcare provider (both of these tasks seem overwhelming!).
  • Finish reading book on breastfeeding.
  • Finish reading book on how to get your baby to sleep through the night.
  • Finish reading book on baby care.
  • Finish reading book on labor and delivery (whoo...lots of reading to do).
  • Magically turn two unruly Brittanies into baby-friendly cogs in 100 days or less.

Guess we still have a lot to get done...good thing I still have 100 days left!

Friday, February 08, 2008

Doc's mad dash

Most of you are well acquainted with our mad-dasher of a dog, Doc. He has a problem with dashing out an open door and running away, which explains (probably) why he is a rescue. We've been working on this diligently (ok, a little less diligently over the last few months) by making him sit, wait, etc. before we open the door and he has gotten better. In fact, last month, he made a mad dash to our neighbors' house and came right back in the matter of a minute. We thought his dashing days were behind him.

Until yesterday...when I got a call from our vet's office, telling me that Doc was fine, but had been hit by a car. I guess Doc made a dash out the door when our cleaning lady was leaving. A car hit him, but the vet said that the snow and ice on the road actually spared him from serious injury as he just slid instead of getting too hurt.

When I got to the vet's yesterday, I was expecting Doc (who was "just fine") to look like his normal self, but when I saw him in the crate all wet and dirty and bloody (he has a few cuts on his leg, ear, and foot), I burst into tears. The male vet, I think, was horrified and told me there was nothing to cry about, but I'm pregnant and emotional and my dog was hurt...so I just kept on crying.

I finally got a grip. Doc's not hurt seriously and although they kept him overnight, he gets to come home today. We'll be working more diligently on his dashing problem.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

just a few updates...

First, I had my 24 week OB check yesterday. The nurse asked how my morning sickness was doing and I replied, "Oh, much better!". Then she weighed me and said, "Eight pounds in 3 weeks, huh? I guess you're feeling better!!". Jerk...doesn't she know not to say those things to pregnant women? Oh, well..the truth hurts.

Second, Amy and I celebrated Mardi Gras by attending a delicious drug rep dinner and a lecture on hepatology in Pocatello last night. I was out a little late, but the creme brulee for dessert was completely worth it (I guess the mystery of how I gained those eight pounds is solved...).

Third, it's still snowing in Idaho Falls. Still. So tired of the snow. Six inches last night.

Sunday, February 03, 2008

The littlest cowboy

Noah's been in Idaho Falls long enough that he's started dressing the part...he blends right in with those "cowboys" from Jackson, WY.

A haircut


After being called a cute two and a half year old girl by an old man at the mall, Noah's dad decided it was time for a haircut. (I personally liked the hippie hair, but no one asked his Ninang for her opinion).


BEFORE



DURING



AFTER

Friday, February 01, 2008

Ninang and Noah's night

Last night, Joe and Kevin headed up to Kelly Canyon for some night skiing and snowboarding and I had a night with Noah. Over all, the night was a success, although a night of chasing after a toddler is exhausting.

1. There was no crying for either of his parents.
2. I only had to change one poopy diaper.
3. We ran, played, took a bath, and cuddled on the couch together until the boys came home around 10pm.

The boys had a good time and said the snow was really good. I think it helped that a snow storm had blown through that afternoon and there was lots of fresh powder to play in.

P.S. I know my blog has been very deficient of pictures lately, which I will try to remedy soon. It's just hard to do at home where Noah's sticky fingers are always touching the keyboard when I try to blog.