Ever wondered what the original pilgrims found to be thankful for way back in the day before electricity, crockpots, can openers, french’s fried onions, instant gravy, and frozen turkeys?
Well, I’ve found the answer. Here.
Go read it now. I dare you.
(Warning: Please do not have pepsi in your mouth while reading this or your screen might get soaked. Just sayin’!)
….we’re taking our dog PupPup to their clinic be neutered. It’s pretty nice – they offer it for only $50. Our main vet cost over $200! His appointment is at 8:00, and we’ll be picking him back up this evening at 5 pm. He wasn’t allowed to eat or drink anything after 6 pm last night, poor fellow. He has no clue what’s about to happen. I just hope it isn’t too painful.
In the meanwhile, we’ll be helping my dad clean his yard up – tons of family folks are coming for thanksgiving! Mom is the “matriarch” of her siblings….her 8 siblings…and we’re a very close family. I love when all of us get together, even though I am the youngest one of the “first-grandchild generation” that lives in SC. Almost all of my cousins are at least 8 years older than me….one of them is 44, I believe…and all of the others are at least 8 years younger than me. I’ve always felt like a baby around the older ones and a big, protective sister around the others. 
But such is life.
Afterwards, we’ll be leaving Jack-Evan with my mom and dad at 5 pm while Kevin and I take the SUV to pick up PupPup. He’ll need to be able to lay down in the back, so we have to remove the baby car seat base to make room to let the seat down.
If I didn’t have a baby, we’d also be headed to the Kelly Clarkson and Reba Macintire concert in Charlotte, North Carolina tonight at 8 pm. Kevin was the 10th Caller on a local radio station trivia contest and won two tickets this past Wednesday (they’re worth around a hundred bucks each). He was so excited when he told me! But after deliberating about 3.6 seconds, I knew I wouldn’t be able to leave my baby for that long yet. We’d be gone round trip about 7 hours! Kevin even offered to let me go alone with a girlfriend, saying he would like to see me go have fun for my birthday (Dec. 1), but I passed that up too. I just can’t fathom being away from Jack-Evan yet. In my mind, I know he’d be fine for that amount of time since he’s now accepts sippy cups and baby food, but in my heart, I knew it wasn’t him I was worried about – it was ME. I’d probably have a massive meltdown being away from him. It’s. Just. Not. Doable. No way, no how. Maybe when he turns 26 or something, but at just 6 months old? nope. Not even the fun of a power vocal duo concert could draw me away from my sweet little baby. Plus, what if he decides not to take the sippy cup? What if he just wants good ol’ fashioned mommy cuddles? What if he starts crying and I’m not there to sooth him? What if he says MumMum and I can’t hear his calls? what if he turns his head around justso in that way he does that’s so cute, looking for me, and doesn’t see me? What if he thinks I abandoned him? His reasoning skills and sense of time isn’t too well developed ya know. I just couldn’t bare it if one ounce of him missed me. I just couldn’t bare it if one ounce of ME missed him. He’s my little poopie head, you know.
Anyway, I’m making myself cry, silly sentimental momma that I am. And I’m not even going anywhere! Just the thought of being that far away sends me into emotional meltdown.
Luckily I have an understanding husband. He found someone at work to gift the tickets to, and hasn’t said anything more about it. He’s quite the nice guy.
So I better go. Keep PupPup in your thoughts!
Have I mentioned before that my practitioners are female? At the OB office, I have 2 regular female doctors and then there’s “The Big Guy” as I think of him. Dr. Reynolds. He always seemed mysterious (probably because I never met him) and the only thing I knew about him was that he would be delivering my son!
So…I was excited when I learned I would be meeting with him during my 4th visit.
What wasn’t so exciting was what happened to me just a few days before my appointment. We were at church the Sunday morning after Thanksgiving and before my appointment that week when I suddenly became very faintheaded during worship singing. I sat down quickly to try to overcome the “spell” I knew was coming on but it didn’t help. Within 30 seconds I started losing my hearing and my vision, I felt nauseated, and also lightheaded. I was on the verge of passing out! I went as quick as I could to the back hallways of the church.
Luckily I didn’t go completely out, but it really scared me. I’ve had “spells” like those before a few times in my life but not without a known trigger (smelling blood, getting too hot, etc.). This time it seemed like it came from nowhere.
Well – at my appointment a few days later you can be sure I had a lot going on my mind. Unfortunately, it was discovered during my routine blood pressure check that I didn’t have a lot going on in my BLOOD though! My blood pressure that day was 70 over 50. Doctor Reynolds (during our meeting!) laughed when he first looked at my chart and said that wasn’t enough to keep me from passing out. As you can imagine, I immediately launched into my experience the previous Sunday.
He calmed my fears somewhat by saying that low blood pressure in my case was a sign of a good, very strong connection between me and the baby. It’s just that sometimes the mother’s body is working so hard to take care of the baby that when confronted with the choice of traveling to the tip top of the mom’s head versus traveling a few inches over to the baby, it will more than likely choose the baby in those instances (and, thus, that’s when I pass out). He concluded that a combination of loss of fluids (I had diahrrea bad that week…eww) and low blood pressure is what made me pass out – and so I was taken off of my prenatals for a few days and instructed to get as much liquids in me as possible and get all “dried out” again.
His final warning for me was to be careful driving places alone (in case another spell comes on)….
…and to keep my head away from church pews….just in case.
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