Sunday, September 13, 2009

I'm still here....

I'm gathering from all the sad, sympathetic looks from everyone these days, people expect me to have had this baby. 2 weeks away, folks. I appreciate the concern, and yes, I feel as awful as I look. This pregnancy is one for the books. But I love you all for your sweet concern. Misery loves company. I will try to savor the last few weeks of pregnancy, knowing that I will NEVER have to do it again.

All you cute people are asking what you can do to help. I'm good...just plugging away. I have all the clothes the child would ever want (have you met my shop-aholic mom?), blankets coming out the wazoo, and more baby toys than she could know what to do with. I will always take a frozen casserole and goodies (my cooking suffers under the best of conditions, let alone a new baby), but other than that, we are good. Your love and support are plenty.

In other news, my dad is improving, slowly but surely. He was finally cleared to have his first Coke yesterday....he was SOOO happy about it. And they are trying to keep his calories up, so he gets the real stuff. He's in pretty good spirits, just done with his unbendable therapists. I keep telling him that's good, it's the only way he'll keep improving. He's looking at another 2-3 weeks in the hospital, but it's good because that's where the best improvement happens. Keep pushing, Dad!

9 comments:

brooke said...

So glad to hear about your dad. Those therapists must be like the trainers at the gym. I used to train years ago with Jody--she is an instructor at Lifetime. She worked me every time until I cried...literal tears. It was so embarassing I had to quit.

You are so lucky to know you will never be that uncomfortably again the rest of your life. I dread pregnancy, especially the end. I got you a gift a couple days ago and it's not clothes or a blanket so I'm feeling pretty good about myself. I'm pretty crappy in the cooking department so I wouldn't bring you one of my nasty casseroles. Bill can thank me later.

Liz said...

Jody scares the be-jeebies out of me! She used to work at 24 fitness(where we used to go) and then switched. We are always prego at the same time....it makes me look so bad!

brooke said...

24 hour fitness is where she trained me. I randomly got her. I manage to always be pregnant at the same time with the skinniest women in my ward--the ones who still wear their regular jeans (with belts!) just below their bellys for the whole 9 months while I turn into a linebacker.

Stacey said...

Oh, I feel for you in these last few weeks! I love that you also refer to Coke as "the real stuff". We also call it "the real stuff" or "fully loaded" when it is non-diet and with caffeine.

Bill said...

You are beautiful!!!!!!!

Cindy said...

Glad to hear more good news about your dad! He is a trooper! It must run in the family! I know these last few weeks are soooooooooo hard.....just keep plugging along! We can't wait to meet this little woman!

Ashley said...

Those last couple weeks of pregnancy are brutal. I think the misery is necessary so that when the newborn craziness hits you can say "at least it's better than being pregnant." I love that Bill is being sweet--more than I can say for Tyler at that point! And good to hear that your dad keeps making progress. If I know anything it's that coke heals.

Ashley said...

P.S. Your comment on my blog about the long line of bobbys was hilarious!

Karen said...

You are such a trooper. You are so almost done!!! And don't worry - casseroles and frozen meals are on the way...


so glad your dad is improving!