Ben has been here this weekend and it has been awesome. Asher is signficantly more 'Daddy dependent' this visit- and has been demanding Ben's presence at all times. Wakes up from a nap: "Daddy!", wants to go outside: "Daddy!", wants to play basketball: "Daddy!" ... it is adorable to watch but also makes the inevitable goodbye that much harder. Ben felt the change this trip too, which is why he has already bought his ticket for his next jaunt up; and let's just say he isn't making it anywhere near the standard 2-3 week wait that we've been doing since May. But this is good news. Just one more 'small trip' and then Ben will be up here for several weeks in August (for Baby #2's arrival).
On that front, our weekly perinatalogy visit last Friday yielded excellent results on the Littlest front. He gets graded out of 8 points on the ultrasound and remains a perfect student: lots of practice breathing, good strong movements, strong heart. Me, on the other hand, well. We will see. The good news is, I feel great. I mean, I feel 34-weeks pregnant, but really can't complain. But there is the issue of platelets. My doctor has now consulted anesthesia about the 'platelet situation' and we have a game plan. In 2 weeks we will retest platelets, MPV, and CBC to see if there is any change. If there isn't (or if things are worse) I will start a month-long steroid regimen in hopes of getting those little guys to increase. If that doesn't work, we've got an interesting situation on our hands. We are looking down the barrel of the 'no epidural' gun- which honestly, in itself does not bother me all that much. Would I prefer an epidural? Heck yes I would. But if I can't have one I suppose I will go ahead and still have the baby (...I think this is one of those times where stubbornness only gets you so far, he is going to be born, epidural or no epidural...). The issue is that they are concerned that a long labor without an epidural is going to make my heart go nuts, and if it goes too nuts, they might decide it's time to stop messing around and do a c-section. If that happens and my platelets are not above 90-95, then they are going to have to put me under full/general anesthesia (not a regional block). The problem with that is that my previous surgical procedure under full anesthesia was a real doozy in terms of tachycardia/heart issues. So. Right now we wait and we do a daily platelet dance and we think happy platelet thoughts and we start working on our 'I got 99 problems and spinal anesthesia ain't 1' labor playlist, full of: Jay Z, ICP, DMX, T-Pain, and my best friend when desperate times call for angry music, Eminem.
In Asher news, this was one of the most eventful Monday's ever. He had his first day of summer camp and while there were a few tears, he really loved it. As Ben and I were leaving he was being led to the chicken coop where he got to hold a rooster, and by the time we pulled out of the parking lot he was heading to the pasture where he went on a pony ride. The rest of the morning was spent doing art, playing with farm animals, eating snacks, and running around the playground with his fellow campers. When we picked him up the first thing he said was, "Ride pony!".
Earning his zoo trip.
Hanging out with the zebras.
First time ever being okay with those quarter rides that bounce around
(I think someone was showing off for daddy).
Choo choo!
(Thank you Krieger Family for leaving us your Como points... p.s. there were about a bajillion left on the card... we shall ride the train 700 more times this summer...)
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