Bug and my new addiction

Webkinz. Specifically, our frog, Layne. He's named after a pet green tree frog I had received as a gift from an old boyfriend when I was 17. My frog was awesome, except that he kept killing his roommates. He barked really loud, and was of course named after the singer from AIC. But back to Webkinz...

Layne has his own room, with a special frog bed, a chair, his own game of "link'd" (generic connect 4) a basketball, a poster of the Kinz band (Layne loves music) and a fun little toy chair that drives around. He also has an outside playground where he has a lilypond, a gnome, and trampoline that he enjoys exercising on. We play games, particularly "Quizzys" which are sets of 50 questions broken into age groups- 5-7, 8-9. 10-12, and 13+. There's also the "all ages" category. It is fantastic for our egos to answer the easy questions but some of them were really hard! (detailed questions about reading music for example, which I know nothing about.) Of course I rock the health questions, and Bug and I both do really well on the Animals and Science sections. We earned about 2000 Kinzbucks which we then go and buy Layne things with. He loves pretzels and "buggy pie" which is like green jell-o with bugs in it, and he also enjoys dragon fruits. We bought him a cowboy shirt and jeans, and a pair of cowboy boots. We go to the arcade and play games, all in attempts to get more money to buy him more things. It's insane how addicted we both are to this game which is aimed at a demographic at best half our ages. My recommendation? Go buy a webkinz stuffed animal. Then log in and sign up (it's free) and prepare to stare like a zombie at the computer screen, waiting for words of praise from the stuffed animals virtual counterpart.

So, I've heard that for men, passing a kidney stone is like giving birth.

So why the hell did I get one? I'm already scheduled to do that in March, remember? Kidney stones are fun. I woke up Sunday morning at 6 AM with excruciating pain in an area that had previously never had excruciating pain. Freaked, searched internet, got more freaked, broke down and called mom, who said to call my OB. Called, he called me back- "Don't go to work tonight. Sit around, rest, drink lots of fluids, and take some tylenol. If there's no improvement, call me back."

3 hours later I've called back, can barely stand and am on way with Bug to Sweet Valley Hospital (where I used to work). I'm thinking they're gonna tell me I'm just an insane hypochondriac, but instead they put me in a gown and start monitoring the Froglet and her condo (my uterus) cause apparently my uterus was all "irritable" which could have potentially caused preterm labor which at 24 weeks, would be B A D for the Froglet. But- luckily, things are ok, I am back home after spending a little more than 24 hours in the super sweet L&D part of the hospital (swank single room), and taking tons of painkillers and getting 10000000 IVs. I still have pain, but my Froglet is ok, and Bug took good care of me. I am out of work for at least the week, but am very grateful that my Froglet is ok. Here is the proof of the sweetest boy in the world-

Here is me trying to convince my girls at work that I'm ok

and here is me at 1:29 AM fully doped to the gills with Stadol, which I nicknamed "stay down" because it totally fucks you up. I still had pain, I just wasn't aware that it was mine.

This morning I felt a little better, then suddenly got the stabbing back pains again and was transported to the post partum unit where I had the most wonderful nurse ever, Chrissy, who took amazing care of me. Even when the Demerol 50mg didn't do crap and after I puked 12,000 times from the percocet, she never got annoyed with me. She was awesome. Bug came to take care of me at 11. My mom couldn't come because she felt helpless that her little girl (yeah me, what of it?) and her granddaughter were suffering and she couldn't help and she has to get another mammography tomorrow (remember she was diagnosed with breast cancer in May 2004 and was treated successfullly and has an excellent prognosis but is understandably nervous as hell before the test, so say some prayers for my mommy, OK?) so I just kept her updated over the phone. I've been home since 9 pm (it's 12:32) and have taken one percocet and HAVEN'T EVEN DRY HEAVED! So, hopefully recovery will proceed well.

Aughra of course, was supportive and sent me messages about that idiot bint I loathe to try and cheer me up.

But I'm home now, and better. But hugely bloated. Like, wow. So- moral of the story. If you get a kidney stone? Try jumping off something really really high. Cause it hurts. But if you could inflict them at will? They'd be awesome weapons.

The official Pregnancy Photo.

I was tired, so I agreed to a few photos. This one is ..acceptable... I guess. I hated going to Flickr though and seeing previous HNTs and stuff where I was thin. Sigh. This is 22 weeks, almost 23. Aughra says "wait till January and people will start asking if you're having twins." I might have to go on maternity leave early so I don't commit mass murder. I don't think "but I was hormonal and depressed" will have the get out of jail power I'll need...



Oh and I found this photo-

which reminded me of this one we took. If only I could still get my corset on.

Thanks for all the Masculine Thoughts

But it didn't work.



It's gonna be a girl. Must discuss betrothal with Aughra with Rock there...

My camera phone refusing to send photos to blog so you'll just have to imagine that I'm still teensy weensy and skinny. (and I've hidden digi camera from Bug so no sneak shots of Fat Foxglove)

Sorry I've been away so long- tired, depressed etc. Did you know that not all the knocked up, even the happily married, living in a cute house with two awesome dogs and two awesome cats with supportive family are happy?! They can suffer from Pre Natal Depression? Yeah well it's true. Apparently if you have pre existing issues (ahem) you're more likely to get it. Add that to the fact that three people you know are trying DESPERATELY hard to get pregnant and you, um, weren't and you feel even crappier.

Work is ok, my new floor is super easy, the patients are much less acutely ill which is good, but more likely to have personality disorders and try to create drama, which is bad. I work with two lovely girls have made the transition easier. I spend a lot of time sleeping when I'm not at work. In fact..I don't even want to shop anymore. How frightening is that? Aughra gets a lot of frantic/whiny texts from me.

So I'll try to update more often, yeah the baby moves, yeah we think we have a name, and yeah I don't know how this labor thing is going to work cause I'm pretty sure they're going to expect me to actually be there and do the whole thing. I would've thought technology had gotten us past that but apparently not. Natural ? HA! I want whatever drugs they'll give me.

I'd start now if they'd let me...