Monday, November 10, 2008

Some Whining & A Couple of Needles

I moved my baby ticker back to the top of the page. I'd like to point out that the "month 9" graphic is enlarged, and as of today I have 30 days left. Hopefully it's a little less than that, though. I'm due in the middle of Steve's finals week, plus he has to leave the week afterward to work in Utah. I'm hoping for a punctual, if not an early, child and a superhuman recovery.

One of my friends left a comment a few minutes ago about how she was not jealous of my physical situation right now. Honey, I wouldn't be, either. Feeling like you've been run over by a bus when you scootch out of bed in the morning, and then feeling like a 90-year-old the rest of the day isn't something to be jealous of. Luckily I haven't been run over by a bus. And I'm not 90, either, and in a couple of months I'll be feeling more like myself. A tired version of myself, but I'd take tired over the bus any day.

On a lighter note, I took Sophie in for her 18-month check up. Like the last three appointments, she's average height and between the 5th and 10th percentile for weight. She's growing at a normal rate, though, so no one's worried that she's so little.

They wanted me to have her blood checked again for iron and lead. When I took her in 9 months ago for the same blood draw, she was amazingly calm. She didn't make a peep and just watched the needle go in and out. I, on the other hand, couldn't watch. I was worried that because she was older this time, she'd cry, but she didn't. Even though her arm got bumped (ahem, by me . . . I feel awful) , the needle slid out of the vein, and they had to poke her in the other arm to finish. Still no crying, whimpering, or even a quivering lip.

Sophie demonstrating her lizard tongue, which goes in and out of her mouth kinda fast.

She did fuss a little when I put her in the car and she realized she couldn't bend her arms all the way because of the tape wrapped around her elbows. She's such a trooper. I couldn't believe it. I was proud of her, so we shared a piece of cheesecake after lunch.

6 comments:

Cassia said...

Wow--that is one tough girl you have there! Jonathan screamed until he was red in the face and required two nurses and Bryan in order to have his blood drawn a few days ago. But then again, he does that for oral medicine now, too. What fun.

Marsh Mayhem said...

You're almost there!! Here's not only hoping for an early babe, easy delivery, and a superhuman recovery, but for an uneventful last month as well. With my last, I was dealing with a flooded house until I went to have her -- not fun!

Team Chilton said...

Ok, so Soph cries when my son hugs her and NOT when she gets poked with needles? What's up with that?! I guess she's playing hard to get, eh?

Hoorray for the last month! And your belly is cute. Perfectly round like a basketball housing some adorable little human just waiting to arrive. Start making those cookies and taking a warm bath every day the week before your due date.
(JD, looking at me type this-- "wow, is that a comment, or another post?"..)

Natalie said...

Sarah... I really haven't figured her out yet. Maybe she's just scared of commitment :)

Kathryn said...

That is amaaaazing! Josie cries like the doctor is trying to kill her when she gets a simple shot! I hope she never has to have her blood drawn. Good gravy!

The Rogers said...

Wow your lucky Justin has to be straped to the table just for a shot and he is 6.

And another HUGE WOW... you shared chessescake Im shocked :O hehehe