Then Friday night happened. And now, I have no idea how we're going to make it through with any shred of sanity left.
Jayme comes out of the bathroom and says "Mom, the toilet overflowed all by itself!!" Oooh, ALL by itself? Right. So, I went to investigate the damage.
And lets note that Jon was not yet home from work.
From the hallway, I could tell the carpet was wet. As I got closer, I heard dripping noises. Upon turning the corner I saw that the ENTIRE bathroom was an inch deep with water, it was leaking into the hallway and down the heater vent. Sigh. After using EVERY SINGLE towel in the house, and some blankets to soak up what I could, I put them all in a 20 gallon tub we use for Jayme's toys. I then decided to carry said tub to the washing machine. I was fine until I set it down. Something somewhere in my pelvis region, did this nauseating pop and snap thing. Blinding pain followed. I'm a little surprised I didn't just pass out.
After the initial shock of the pain wore off, I grabbed the mop to see what I could do about the rest of the water. You can't just leave standing water in the heating vents. Forgetting, of course, that we had a perfectly functional wet vac in the other bathroom. So 20 gallons of shoving the mop down the heater vents and ringing it out later, Jon is finally home, and my face has reached a whole new level of puffy/swollen from crying. Being the hero he is, he grabbed the wet vac, and finished cleaning up. Which might have made me cry a bit harder because I could have saved myself quite a bit of work...and pain if I had realized the wet vac was available.
Fail. Just fail.
So I grabbed a hot pack and fused my butt to my bed. By about 3 AM, I was too 'discomfortable' to sleep any longer. I tried sleeping on the couch. That didn't go well. At all. It's not nearly as painful this morning, as long as I don't move too fast, or try to put pants on by myself.
During Isaiah's birthday party, last night, I sat down next to my Dad for a minute. I was gonna get up but my body kinda just said no. I told Dad I'm insanely frustrated with my body. I'm suddenly incapable of things that I used to do, and that I NEED to do every day. It's making me a bit crazy. After the party, Peter, Deb, and Sara stayed to help Jon clean up the kitchen. I felt ridiculous not being able to clean my house without excruciating pain. I am, however, incredibly grateful for all the help we've received.
From all the research I've done, there isn't a whole lot I can do about it, until after the baby is born. Squatting helps ease the pain for a little bit. Sitting on my yoga ball helps a bit, too. But only for a little while. I'll take what I can get at this point.
The next few weeks are going to involve me waddling around, sitting in strange positions, with an ice pack or a hot pack pressed to 'undercarriage.'
Regardless of all the discomforts, aches, pains, and blah blah blah...I know Madalynne needs to 'cook' for eh...5 more weeks or so. Since my body isn't being quite as gracious as it was during other pregnancies, I'm a bit concerned she might try to come too early. We had to have a very serious talk with her about her not coming out until at least the 2nd of April,
Reasoning; 3 weeks early is okay...I mean, Jayme turned out alright, didn't she? (please hold all arguments...) Also, an April 1st baby? That's just mean. So April 2nd...or later. Please, body. Contain this child until then.
Now, we'd been sorta subconsciously planning for the 8th of April. Those of you that know me best, know why. But due to other circumstances, April 8th might not be the best day...not that I really want it actually planned. I'd like for my body to do this all on it's own. Please and Thank you.
Anyway...April 8th. A few months ago, a lady at a job site Jon visits frequently, handed him a job application. He brought it home, filled it out and sent it in. Then we waited. He eventually got an interview which lasted several hours and was spent with several different people he would be working with if he got the job. Then we waited some more. And waited and waited and well...waited. Between the holidays, and other things their company was dealing with it took awhile for them to get back to us. When he finally got a call back from their corporate people, they were more than thrilled with his application, experience, so on and so forth.
So, 2 weeks ago, he accepted the job offer to be the IT Manager for Eldorado Hotel and Spa in Santa Fe, making significantly more than he does now, with a much more predictable schedule.
I'm incredibly grateful for all the opportunities his current place of employment has provided him with. Without all the training and experience, this new opportunity wouldn't be available. I can't even begin to explain how incredibly proud I am of him! He works so hard to provide for us. I'm feeling particularly amazed at all the blessings that have come our way.
April 8th is his current start date. Assuming miss Madalynne doesn't make her grand entrance that day.
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