Tuesday, April 21, 2009


First of all, the results are in and, yes, it is MRSA once again. Yea. So the husband is scheduled to see an Infectious Disease Specialist one week from today. I was very surprised when the doctor called two days after his last appointment to confirm that, yes, it is MRSA again, and did not prescribe antibiotics. I mean, yeah, I guess he wants him to actually have the infection when he goes to the specialist, but I'm also thinking it would be nice if he too has a nose.

This is my mom's cow, Norman:

Norman is a big cow. Norman thinks he is a dog. He runs and plays with the other dogs, often chases my pestering husband, and sneaks up behind my mom and butts her in the back. He is a very ornery cow-dog. We were at my mom's the Saturday before Easter and the daughter went up to Norman by herself to pet him. As soon as she turned around to walk off, Norman started running at her and trying to butt her. I was too far away from her to save her so I just screamed at Norman (like he's a dog) to stop. This of course scared the daylights out of the daughter who was completely oblivious to the fact that she was about to be trampled. Luckily, Norman was distracted by a nearby and willing-to-play dog and thus the daughter was salvaged of a good stomping. We all had a good laugh once the daughter was safe and we all shat ourselves.

I went to the doctor last Wednesday. I sat in the waiting room for about 75 minutes, which is becoming the norm, and spent around 5 minutes in the actual doctor's office. It was just a routine checkup...weight, urine, blood pressure, fetal heartbeat, height of the fundus, oh and more sample prenatals, since all I've tried so far make me a tad bit queasy and I'm totally high-maintenance this time around and refuse to be bothered with any slight queasiness. I've gained 10 pounds so far. All is looking good except for the fact that I'm completely convinced it's gonna be a 12-pounder.

I have a really annoying neighbor boy who just turned 18 and thus was finally allowed (by his equally annoying parents) to get his license. This kid is the biggest dork I've ever met but my husband and I reluctantly make every effort to be nice to him. The first time I ever met him I would have bet my house that he was 12. The daughter refers to him as her friend, this is the maturity level we're talking about here. Anyhoo, I was sitting at a four-way stop yesterday after work and noticed him sitting across the way. He totally laid on his horn and flapped his long dorky arm out of his window so that everyone else at the four-way saw him waving and obviously knowing me. I really thought I was too old to feel like the nerdy kid at school that the dorky kid just waved at.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Five Months Later

Hey! Remember me? Yeah, I know...I don't even know where to start.

I guess I'll begin with something we're all familiar with. Remember the husband and the armpit and the staph infection? Well, it's baaaaack! Actually, it's back for the fourth time. A couple of months ago the tip of his nose became really sore and red and swollen. He finally decided to go to the doctor only to find out through swabs and blood cultures that it was indeed MRSA staph. Yea. So he was on antibiotics for about three weeks and putting antibiotic ointment on it several times a day. It finally healed up and his last culture came back negative. Until today, anyway. He mentioned this morning that it has become sore again, so I immediately called his doctor and made him an appointment for this afternoon. We went and they did another swab and expect the results back Thursday. If it is indeed MRSA again, then they will obviously start him on antibiotics again and then refer him to an Infectious Disease Specialist in OKC. It would be nice to know exactly what is causing this and why it keeps coming back. (On a side note, the nurse actually told us that people typically get staph in their noses and in their butts. This sent me into giggles as all I could picture was someone sticking their nose up someone's ass.)

Sooooo, I'm pregnant. No big shocker, I know. I'm pretty sure I've spoken to every person that actually (and only occasionally) reads this thing. I'm due October 2nd which is kinda surprising considering I swore I'd never spend another summer pregnant. Oh well. All is going well so far. We went in for our early ultrasound at 11 1/2 weeks, so that was nice to get a peak at the little peanut. I was very excited about that, because other than an extremely overactive appetite, I've had no other symptoms. I even forgot and doubted at times that I was really pregnant. Hearing the heartbeat was great as well. Everything really is going well, but does this look normal for 14 weeks???

The daughter is good. The other day we were out at the in-laws and she was pointing her finger at one of the dogs as she scolded it. I was watching from afar and I noticed she quit talking, stared at her finger for a minute and then looked up at the sky. She came running over to me and showed me where a bird had actually pooped on her finger! I thought that was sooooo funny! She is growing like a weed and really excited about the baby. She likes to kiss my belly and tell the baby good morning and good night. The pregnancy has already affected her some. The other day I asked her if I could rock her while she watched TV and she agreed. But after only a few seconds she hopped down and told me she is too big and that I could rock the baby. That made me really sad! She has also been a REAL Nana's girl lately. As soon as she wakes up in the morning she's asking for her and she almost always cries when we go to pick her up from her house. She stayed the night with her last night and spent all day with her today. She was home for about ten minutes before she started asking for her Nana. I'm glad she loves her Nana and wants to spend a lot of time with her, but it really can be disheartening sometimes. I still want her to be a mama's girl!

Well, I've said my piece for now. It's almost bath and story and bed time! I'm glad you got to hear from me!