I'm a bad blogger

I've been telling myself everyday that I need to sit down and blog but keep putting it off or am just to tired. Life has been pretty crazy recently, lots of exciting things going on over here.

Last Monday I got to go to the hospital to labor and delivery. I started having contractions on Sat night and they last through the weekend. I got barely any sleep because they went on all night. They wern't regular but they were strong enough to be painful. So I called my Dr's office last monday morning to see if I could make an appt to go in and have her check me to make sure I wasn't dialating. I was pretty sure they were Braxton Hicks but they just wern't stopping and changing position or what I was doing didn't make them go away and the Dr did tell me that with consecutive pregnancies they could get stronger and start earlier. Anyway, the nurse talked to the Dr and she wanted me to go to labor and delivery to have the contractions charted and to get a fetalfibronectin test to make sure I wasn't going into pre term labor. So I had Ron come home early from work and went and spent 3 hours in labor and delivery. The fetal fibronectin test came back negative, thankfully. So it was as I thought just very strong Braxton Hicks. I really hate being pregnant especially when I'm having contrations for 3 1/2 months before delevering the damn baby!

I've had so little patience recently, I feel bad for the girls. I feel like a terrible mother for yelling at them what feels like constantly. I started taking my anti depressants again so I'm hoping that they'll help. My house is also a huge freakin mess which dosn't help my state of mind much. Cleaning is such and ordeal and hurts so it's just not getting done. Here we are on the 13th day into the new year and I still haven't taken down my Christmas tree!

This monday Ron was scheduled to go in for a colonoscopy to check for Chron's Disease. For the past year he's been having random joint swelling and pain and they can't seem to figure out what's going on with him. He's had x rays and endless lab tests but they still don't know what's causing the swelling. So his rheumatologist wanted him to get the conlonscopy done. So we took him in monday morning at 10. The girls and I had to go with and wait for him while he had it done because it'd done under sedation and he wouldn't be able to drive afterwards.

About 45 mins after he went back a nurse came into the waiting room to get me and we all trooped back to the recovery room, or rather the recovery cubicle. The Dr promptly comes out and tells me that they didn't find anything indicating Chron's Disease but did find that his appendix was extremely infected and pussing, acute appendicitis. They wanted to send him over for a CT scan to confirm the diagnosis and remove it. Ron of course is still knocked out. We got him into a wheel chair wheeled him outside and across the parking lot to the building next door where the CT and MRI machines lived. Ron woke up, literally, when they came out to take him in for his scan. I quickly had to fill him in on what was going on. The girls and I waited some more.

After the scan he was wheeled back across the parking lot to the surgery center and back to the recovery cubicle to ready him for the appendectomy. 4 different people came in to tell us what was going to happen and explain the procedure to us. I had to sign a bunch of paper work, giving permission for the surgery, permission for blood transfusions if things went wrong and several other things. They took him in for his surgery and the girls and I finally got to leave for awhile to get some lunch, drop off perscriptions and go home and rest for awhile. Anyway, we finally got to bring him home at 10 that night. The girls were surprising well behaved, or as well behaved as children can be when they have to sit and be good for hours on end. But the whole experience did me in, I think I'm still recovering form the insanity of it all.

He's recovering well, there haven't been any complications, of course he's in a lot of pain and can't work for the week but he's getting better each day and tomorrow he can take a shower. In the mean time I have another person to take care of...

We still have freaking mice! I've caught 8 of the damn things and there. are. still. more!! How many freakin mice are in my house!?! They are, seriously, driving me insane! I can here them all the time in the walls scratching and gnawing, scurrying and fighting and squeaking. Fortunately, they have stopped scratching and gnawing in the wall behind my bed at night. They were doing that for a few weeks, in the wall right behind my head. It kept me up, it's hard to go to sleep listening to the creepy little things right behind your head. I think I'm developing a mouse phobia.

We've been using the glue traps and I have to say they work really well. But as much as I hate the damn things now I feel horrible guilt having to dispose of them alive...I feel like an awful person but having small children I don't feel comfortable having the typical snap traps laying around my house.

So this has been my life recently, dealing with mice, lots of contractions, guilt for being an animal torturer, guilt at my impatience with my children, taking care of a sick post operative husband and feeling like crap!