Here is sit (for the second time in my life) with an impossibly beautiful and perfect baby girl asleep in front of me. Not only is she impossibly beautiful and perfect but she is OURS. We made this amazing and beautiful little (not so little for a newborn) creature. Somehow the universe saw fit to give us this beautiful little creature and make her perfectly healthy with ten fingers and ten toes. It’s amazing that we did it once, let alone twice.
Shortly after I found out I was pregnant with Myka, Lilly and I were skimming channels one day and naturally I ran across A Baby Story (did not watch this show nearly as much as when I was pregnant with Lilly) and I stopped briefly on it. The woman the episode was about was having a water birth; while my immediate thought was not for a water birth, my heart was suddenly telling me that this birth was going to be different.
When Lilliana was born, I had a pretty much standard labor and delivery. Contractions started and progressed gradually over the 26 hours I was in labor, got my epidural shortly after being admitted to the hospital, and several hours later I pushed three times and out she popped with the cord wrapped around her neck 3 times. While I still loved the whole thing, it was a simple easy birth. I decided this one would be different, and talked to a couple of friends who had had natural births and decided that is what I was going to do. All through my pregnancy I read articles and even got a book about natural childbirth. I hated the book I got, hardly read any of it. But the internet and other peoples experiences were a great source for knowledge that would prepare me for this experience.
Here is Myka’s birth story:
My actual due date was 4/11/13, Myka was born at 5:06am on 4/12/13 weighing in at a whopping 9lbs and 11 oz. Lilly was 7lbs 13.5 oz.
4/10/13
6:00pm roughly: Mom and Dad had taken Lilly for the evening as I was miserable and losing it, so I ran a couple of errands and went home and enjoyed dinner by myself in front of the TV. Around this time I started feeling some mild contractions, (I had been having cramps for the last 3 weeks almost constantly) that were about 10 minutes apart. I tracked them for a bit and then went to get Lilly from my parents house.
8:00pm: Contractions have continued, but weren’t intensifying, so even though I had warned my parents I was have mild contractions, I took Lilly home, got her bathed and into bed. During this time I had also texted my husband that I was having mild contractions, to which his reply was simply a smiley face.
10:30pm: Adrian is home from work, contractions are still 10 minutes apart, not getting anymore intense. We are both of course excited, but not getting our hopes up because Ive been having cramping for what felt like forever. I decide that if I am in early labor, I want to get some sleep while I can, so I go to bed.
4/11/12
2:00am: I wake up and sit up in bed for a bit, only to realize I am no longer having contractions…somewhat frustrated, I go back to sleep.
5:00am: I wake up, still pissed, and decide the contractions were strong enough that I think I can get them started again. So I get out of bed, get dressed and walk around the apartment complex. Come home, sit in bed for a bit and feel a few more contractions
6:00am: Same thing. Another lap. Home. Contractions.
7:00am: Again. Another lap. Home. Contractions…and this time they continued at about every 10 minutes, still the same intensity.
10:30am: I’ve told my husband he is definitely not going to work today, and we’ve decided to take Lilly to the mall to entertain her and to see if we can’t get these contractions moving. They stayed the same intensity.
A brief interlude here, where I mention that my husband has had an odd rash on his back for about 3 days. My initial thought was that it looked like he had rubbed up against a plant or something that he was allergic too. No biggie…it’ll pass…
1:30pm: We’re home from the mall, and I have since texted pictures of Adrian’s odd rash to a family friend who has been an RN for years. Her reaction, “Looks like shingles.” Awesome. So, Adrian heads off to Gilbert ER Hospital down the road to get it looked at pronto. Meanwhile, my contractions are still 10 minutes apart, and the tiniest bit more intense.
2:00pm: Talk to my very eager Mother on the phone to update her on the (lack of) progress on my contractions. I tell her if this is still going on tomorrow morning I am going to go into the midwives and get my membranes swept again to see if we can get this ball rolling cause I have about had it. She suggests calling now. I take her suggestion and manage to get a 4pm appointment.
3:30pm: Adrian is back and we have indeed confirmed that he has shingles. The rash luckily hasn’t spread far and is only on a small spot on his back and side, but the poor thing is very uncomfortable. Now he’s got 5 days of antiviral and trimodal to ease the pain.
4:00pm: I get checked at the Doctor to find that my cervix (sorry guys, but if you’re reading this then you know there would be some of this stuff in here) has made a whole 1cm of progress since I was checked on Monday 4/8. 1cm. I was pretty peeved, feeling like all that damn contracting wasn’t doing squat and I was going to be in labor for FOREVER. However, the midwife stripped my membranes and sent me on my way.
5:00pm: Oh hey…that contraction almost hurt…
6:00pm: We decide Lilly is going to Grammy and Papa’s tonight because my contractions are now 7 minutes apart. We eat a quick dinner and Adrian gives Lilly a bath and takes her to Grammy and Papa’s.
7:00pm: Oh wow, those last two were 4 minutes apart…
7:45pm: My big brother whom I am have been texting all day conveniently calls about 2 seconds after a contraction passes. At this point the house is dark, we have the TV on, my cell phone is sitting on the couch with my contraction timer app up, and I am positioned to lean over the couch every 3 minutes as Adrian rubs my back. My brother is clearly excited, wishes me luck, and reminds me to send him a picture (like I could forget.)
8:00pm: Ooook these are getting more intense and are 3 minutes apart. Let’s get to the hospital!
8:15pm: (roughly) We are in Labor and Delivery triage, and my nurse Corrina is asking all her questions and then checks my cervix. I’m sorry…I’m at 3 1/2? You mean to tell me that these last few hours have done practically nothing?!
8:30pm: Oh by the way, my husband has shingles. We are sent to triage in an “Isolation” room which basically means there are two doors into the room and everyone comes in in a gown and mask.
9:30pm (Im guessing roughly here, I honestly dont remember exactly): I’ve been walking our triage/isolation room for an hour to find that my cervix is now at 4cm…so I’ve made mild progress. Corrina and my midwife decide Id better be triaged for another hour to see what kind of progress Im making because my contractions are so close together; 2-3minutes.
10:30pm After a half hour rotating myself under the hot water in the shower and using the handicap bars to make it through my contractions instead of my husbands hand, I am dilated to 5cm! Thank goodness, some progress. So we are admitted to the hospital and are told we are staying in our little isolation room for Labor and Delivery.
Everything gets a little blurrier after this point. While I remember it all, it was basically a lot a lot a lot of laboring. After finding I was only 5cm my nurse began working on finding me a labor tub. Took probably an hour to get the tub brought into the room, and at least that long again to get it 1/3 or so of the way filled up with hot water. Once it has enough water in it that it looked so inviting I couldn’t wait for anymore, I got in and was thrilled at how much relief it provided and how much it eased what were very strong contractions.
Through this whole thing my husband has stepped away from my side only briefly to take his medication for his shingles and to pee. Other than that he was by my side every moment holding my hands, rubbing my back, talking to me and making this even possible. I know for a fact delivering Myka 100% naturally would not have been possible without him.
1/1:30am: Im thinking it was about this time that I actually got into the bathtub. Adrian sat on a tiny little stool outside the tub, holding my hand. I know I dozed between contractions because the hot water just felt that good. We watched TV and talked between contractions when I wasn’t falling asleep. My midwife Ramona checked me twice while in the tub, once I think I was at 6, and later I was at 8.
I don’t remember the times I got checked, but I do remember that after Ramona saying I was at 8, that we could break my water and see if it would get things going. I said yes, I was ready to be done with labor. So, I got out of the tub.
3:52am: Ramona broke my water, which was a very strange feeling. I remember this time only because somewhere in the commotion after Myka was born I remember Corrina asking Ramona what the time was as she added it to my chart.
After that point, I remember screaming. A lot. Basically until Myka was actually born, I screamed. The team raised the bed and piled pillows so I could lean on it through contractions, my husband was rubbing my back and trying to get me to sway my hips as per Ramona’s instruction. I screamed, and I shook, and I tried to breath through the contractions but there was no time between them and I felt like I was being ripped in half, so breathing was incredibly difficult to focus on. At some point in there Ramona checked me and I was at 9 and Myka’s head was almost all the way down, so they lowered the bed and had me lay down, all the while I am still screaming through contractions. I could tell everyone was moving around but all I was aware of the contractions, my husbands hands trying to help me as much as he could, and then they shoved a “peanut” between my knees to help her head move down and I was in even more pain. I don’t think my eyes opened at all during this last part…possibly briefly as I got back into the bed. I don’t think the peanut ball was between my legs for long, when Ramona checked my again. All I heard was “All right, lets have a baby already.” and I said “Thank god” as everyone rolled me onto my back.
Not even quite my back…not the clinical stiff lithotomy position with the feet in the stirrups like you always see in movies. I was half on my back and Ramona was telling me to push the next time I felt a contraction, which didn’t take long. So I pushed, and yelled and screamed. My husband says I gave probably 6-8 pushes before Myka came out and my body was flooded with relief.
And suddenly there she was. She was on my stomach and after a moment she cried, and I was in shock at this little thing on my chest. I’m not even sure what I noticed first, but I think it was her fingers. So long and slender…then I was vaguely worried that she was kind of blue, but she was crying and the nurse that began clearing her nose and mouth assured me she was fine and gave her a little oxygen. I found my husband face and even though he was wearing a mask I could see his smile, at me, and at Myka.
After that I was vaguely aware that I was shaking but I couldn’t focus on anything but the little face in front of me. Dark hair, just like her big sister but significantly less. Same nose as Lilly, but aside from that completely different features.
Plenty more happened after that, all the other stuff that comes with having a baby and then a bit later they weighed her and I didn’t believe the scale when I first saw that she was 9lbs 11.4 oz. She was handed to me and I hooked her up and she ate like a champ, and then I just got to hold her. After all of that there were shift changes happening and my delivery nurse Corrina was gone, and the nursery nurse who was there for her delivery was gone and new nurses came in. The room was cleared of everything from the delivery and the air was light and conversational as they gave her her bath and she was handed back to us again fresh and clean.
And now we are home…she is officially 3 days old, continuing to eat extremely well, and sleep like a newborn.
I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to accomplish what I set out to in having a completely natural labor and delivery…but I am definitely proud of myself for being able to make it through that experience and delivery a healthy, beautiful little baby girl.
So, you’ve seen my Facebook posts this week about Lilly’s bedtime.
We’re calling it “Big Girl Bedtime,” and basically the only thing that is changing in our routine is that after do books and songs and hugs and kisses, rather than Mommy or Daddy sitting in the arm chair in Lilly’s room until she falls asleep…we don’t. This change is purely for the purpose of teaching Lilly to fall asleep without Mommy or Daddy in the room, and so far, it has worked wonderfully. (Now, it has only been 4 days, but everyday has been an improvement on the previous.)
Part of the reason for this change is basically that after 6 months of being in a big girl bed (when this started…before that she was literally the easiest baby/kid to get to sleep. Tell her it’s bedtime, hug and kiss, plop in the crib and she was out without a peep,) we feel like it has gone beyond her actually needing us there, and progressed into she just likes it and has taken it to the extreme. She has really been pushing limits the last couple of months, and hugely prego Mommy has lost her patience.
Also, there’s the fact that Mommy is hugely prego. Myka is due in just over 3 weeks, and I could just be hoping but I’m pretty certain she ain’t stayin’ in that long. Adrian will be home for two wonderful weeks after she is born (so wonderful, he was back at work the day after we got home from the hospital with Lilly) which will be so much help, but after that he will continue to be gone from 11:30 to 10 everyday, and I don’t love the idea of doing hour plus long bedtime with a newborn.
Tonight was a particularly sweet bedtime routine, nothing completely out of the ordinary, just sweet. Lilly asked to read Purplicious; she loves Pinkalicious also, and hearing a 2 1/2 year old say those titles is adorable in itself. We read, and Lilly decided she didn’t want me to sing tonight, which has been happening more lately. Rather, she asked to sing to baby sister. She sang Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star and Baa Baa Black Sheep to my bare belly, and then collapsed against me and gave me a hug and told me she loved me…something she is very good at saying. I am so proud to say if we have taught her nothing else we have taught her to be loving and affectionate. We had a good chat about how she is going to help Mommy with baby sister, and after more hugs and kisses she laid down. She only got up twice tonight, which is our best record between nap time and bedtime so far.
We’ve had bedtime happen this same way many times, bedtimes that just go well and smooth and we have good conversations and everything, but tonight I couldn’t help but think about how the time with just Mommy and Lilly is coming to an end. We have our rough days but they never trump the good ones. She is such a beautiful little creature and so full of life and love and laughter and I am so lucky to get to be her Mommy. I can’t wait to see what a wonderful big sister she will be.
It’s pretty crazy to think that in two days, Adrian and I will have been married for 3 whole years. 3 years people.
It’s partly crazy to think about, because I’m currently 22. Not a lot of 22 year olds have been married for 3 years, but as most of you know our story, you know our circumstances are different than most.
A lot has happened in 3 years. We got married, immediately started paperwork for Adrian’s green card which we received just a couple of weeks before our first daughter was born. Then came our Lilliana, our sweet, perfect little girl who continues to astound and entertain us (she’s freakin’ HIGH-larious people.) And in that time there has been school, job changes, we moved out of my parents house, and what seems like a million other things.
At this point, our three year anniversary, we are living in that same apartment, our Lilliana is thriving and intelligent and funny and just all around wonderful, and I am currently 6 weeks away from my due date with our second daughter, Myka.
Though we’ve had some tough moments (I’m sure my husband would tell you I have made them more than what we were, since I tend to become a mad ball of stress for a few days before I relax) but they have all been caused by elements outside the relationship between the two of us, and by that I mean that they are normal problems that everyone has, never any problem between the two of us.
For that I am so grateful…though we were living together for several months before I got pregnant and we got married, it’s always been in the back of my mind that that could have been a fluke, a honeymoon period and that a couple months later we could’ve realize our relationship wasn’t going to work.
Not at all. While there may be times I want to wring my husband’s neck (not really…maybe…) I am so thankful that we have never had any reason to actually fight. Sure we’ve had minor arguments because we are two of the most stubborn people in the world, but not once in our marriage or relationship have we ever actually fought with each other. We just get along. We work together to be good parents and take care of each other and we have fun, most of all we have fun, with Lilly and with each other. I don’t think our relationship would survive if we didn’t, I don’t think any relationship can.
I feel so lucky that our marriage has stayed strong after three crazy years. We met online and built a relationship that way, we only spent a matter of days together every few months for a year before he uprooted his life and moved to the desert for me, and that stay ended in pregnancy and marriage. There are probably a million points in that timeline where things could have gone horribly wrong, but they didn’t. Thank god for that. This man is my rock, I’m pretty sure I would become a puddle without him and his stupid jokes to keep me laughing.
Love you, Bug. Here’s to many more happy years ahead.
One of my absolute favorite pictures of us, from our trip back to Canada in September at Boldt Castle.
Holy crap. I am officially in the 3rd trimester, and into the last 10 weeks of this pregnancy with baby #2.
I have been stressing a lot lately, mostly about money, but thanks to something I missed on our 2010 tax return we are getting more money back this year (6-8 weeks for a paper check for an amended return…convenient timing!)
I don’t find myself nervous so much for having a second baby, as much as having the baby. By that I mean the actual birth. Lilly’s birth was pretty textbook, with the exception of the mild confusion of whether or not my water had broken (not confusion on my part…the hospital told me it hadn’t, yet when it came time to break my waters right before pushing they weren’t there…told you!) My contractions started at 1am on a Wednesday morning and Lilliana was born at 3:34 Thursday morning. Got my epidural around 6 pm on Wednesday evening, all was good.
BUT this birth I have decided to do unmedicated. Which is scary. Really freaking scary. I have been doing my reading and research and talking to my husband (read that article honey!) about things we should do, how I would like it to go, etc.We haven’t taken our hospital tour yet, that is in a couple of weeks, but from I have been told by my midwife and others, Mercy Gilbert is fantastic for unmedicated births.
I haven’t completely pin-pointed where my desire to have this baby unmedicated came from…I remember when I was about 8 weeks along, right before a Doctor’s appointment I was watching some baby show on TLC, and I just decided that this birth was going to be different. In retrospect, I was not really comfortable during my labor with Lilly, even after I had gotten my epidural. My epidural was evidently too strong, because it knocked out all feeling in my lower half. Normally with an epidural you should be able to move your legs, feel the pressure of contractions, etc. I had none of that, it was just all gone. So I got the occasional phantom limb thing where I had an itch or ache that I couldn’t get rid of unless I just completely ignored it…that freaked me out a bit, really did not like it.
I remember within minutes of Lilly being born, after Id held her and she was being cleaned and weighed I asked the nurse when I could get the needles out of my back and hands…I couldn’t stand them being there. Not the pain, that never bothered me…needles don’t really hurt me at all. I just…wanted them OUT.
Unmedicated birth doesn’t just mean no epidural, it means that unless there is medical necessity, I will not be hooked up to any IV’s or needles or anything…and I think for that, I can manage the pain. I want to be able to move and walk through my contractions, to relax in the labor tub (something that helped when I was in labor with Lilly at home) to just do the things I need to do to naturally manage my pain. Sorry babe, there won’t be any napping for you this labor…let’s hope it’s faster than with Lilly!
I’ve also come to the conclusion that I am not only doing this for Myka, but for myself. While I am happy with my husband and daughter and generally happy in my life, I feel like I need to be empowered, and I am looking forward to the feeling I will have after achieving this goal. While I am nervous for Myka’s birth, I am so looking forward to holding the little ball of energy (seriously this baby is either completely asleep or tap dancing on my bladder and using herself as a pin ball between my hips) in my arms.
So, first, the game.
There haven’t been any major developments lately, but we had an art meeting recently with our incredibly talented artists Maddison and Melissa, and I am pleased to say they are coming up with some amazing realizations and ideas for the creatures of the world. It’s astonishing. Adrian and I are severely lacking in artistic ability as far as drawing goes, so it’s great that we (by we I mean Adrian who met half the people he knows while working at Game Daze.) have been able to rope them into our crazy plan.
The other development is that Adrian will no longer be running a Sunday game. For now his schedule with work gives him Wednesdays and Thursdays off, so his Sunday game will now be run by Adam, and Randy will continue running his game as well. While I know Adrian will miss running his game, I think this is a great development. Largely because Adam has been one of the most enthusiastic participants in our test play sessions, and has help in the process of game development as well.
So not only have Adrian’s days off changed, but he is now working 12:30 to 9, so we’ve decided that in another couple of weeks Lilly will no longer be in day care. Without day care and extra gas costs the amount of money I need to make with my job decreases significantly, therefore I will be able to finish my work in the morning (or at least most of it) before Adrian leaved for work.
Which also means I will get to stay home full-time with both of my girls. Yes, we are having another girl! In case you missed the announcement, her name is Myka.
So, as many of you have probably noticed (if you’re my Facebook friend) is that Friday was my last day with SimonMed. I will now be working from home.
I will be doing Medical Records retrieval for insurance companies from the comfort of my home. Now, that may not seem like a big deal, and by itself it’s not, but for us it is a big development.
First off, this is the type of job that will require some build-up until I am making the same amount of money that I was making at SimonMed, which is a scary prospect because it means money will be tight for a bit, but my wonderful husband gave me the calm confidence that he always does to convince me this is the right move, after much stressing on my part. As usual.
This is a perfect move for us because, while it will be a challenge and a lot of hard work, this change will mean that I am able to stay home with my babies, and will not have to put our three month old in daycare! That is my whole reason for doing this; I can stay home with my babies and still make money to keep us comfortable and happy, and hopefully save up for a down payment for a house (that’s the hope!)
So, I have a new laptop with a beautiful 17” screen, cause my old one was toast and the idea of doing work all day on the hubs Netbook. So here’s to a new chapter, a new step, and making it work for the best for my babies.
And in case you’re curious, we find out the sex on the 9th of November, though I’m pretty confident it’s a boy. And a very active one at that :)
So, it’s been a good while since I posted something on here, but there’s been a log going on lately so I thought I would work on catching everyone up.
Actually, on the Velgaran/Wandering King front, not a lot has been happening lately. Games, working on art, etc. Adrian has made some minor changes here and there for the rules/book but nothing major. He did mention today that he is thinking about looking for investors instead of doing a kickstarter. While getting all of the money at once like that would be good, investors usually wants a share in the company, and also with Kickstarter we are getting the product out there right away. We’ll see where it goes…
In the meantime, we have been to Canada and back, and have some exciting news to share with everyone. If you are friends with me on Facebook, you probably saw my post already, if not and you are a random follower (welcome) then you don’t know yet.
WE’RE PREGNANT!!!
We are due April 11, 2013 with Baby Mabee #2!!! We are incredibly thrilled…we’ve both always wanted at least 2 kids, and since Lilly turned one I have been dying to have another baby. Around April or so Adrian finally divulged he really did too. Now, he’s always wanted #2, but I knew he wasn’t quite ready, until one night I could tell his mind changed. So, late may I stopped birth control and we started “trying” and lo and behold, with my fertile self, we found out we were pregnant in mid August. So, that’s our biggest news. I would post the ultrasound picture but I am currently on my netbook because my computer is a total piece of shit anymore…but that’s another issue.
The trip to Canada was wonderful, I will go into more detail in future posts about our ventures…
It’s that time of the week again, Saturday, when the hubs goes off to play War Machine just after Lilly goes to bed. As I’ve mentioned before, it’s not big deal for me. I love to spend as much time as possible with my husband, but I know we’re also better off together when we’ve been able to get out and do things separately, and I know he’s especially happy to go tonight because we have extra money this pay period; enough that he can actually add to his army. And on that same note, I was actually able to buy myself clothes today! Can’t remember the last time I bought myself new clothes just because. A very good feeling…nothing exciting, a couple of shirts from Torrid to replace some wardrobe staples which is a chance to talk to Katrina at Super who I always loved working with.
I know this blog is about Wandering King, but we’re in something of a lull right now. Not that there isnothinghappening, it’s just test games right now. The guys haven’t done any R&D in a couple of weeks, but I know Adrian needed a break to recharge a bit, but I get the feeling that will be back in full swing this week. We’re getting close to vacation time and I’m sure Adrian will want to get some work in while he can. Other than that, nothing exciting.
Except! We got a new digital camera tonight; our last one I’ve had for about 5 years and we only ever took out whenever we reaaaalllly wanted too because it really doesn’t work. We decided we wanted a new one for vacation, and we were having some fun with it tonight. Got some good family shots :)
Two very different things happened with statuses my husband posted on Facebook. The first was a post with a word-for-word of a call my husband took at work today (he works in a call center for a cable company) where it was outlined, once again, just how stupid people can be. He ended it with saying something along the lines of, “When you call any company with an inquiry, especially one where you have an active account, be ready to provide pertinent information,” to which someone from his past replied with, in different words, “Get a higher education and get out of a call center or you’re getting exactly what you signed up for.”
Now, I took a bit of offense to that because, first of all, this chick hasn’t been in my husband life in the several years we’ve been together because I had no freaking idea who she was. Also, she has no idea the reasons why he is not going to school right now. I replied to her “No matter where you work in the world, you will encounter stupid people. Being educated doesn’t make you immune to the uneducated. I have a higher education than my husband (which as he knows is no problem) and I still encounter inept people everyday of my life. He works hard, and that is what matters right now.”
There was another exchange on both sides, during which my response was more or less along the same lines as the one above, and then another of Adrian’s friends stepped in and put her in her place with a little more force, which was great because she wasn’t as “nice” as I was being, she was a bit more harsh like I wanted to be.
BUT THEN.
This chick messages my husband and tells him that I’m being a bulldog and what am I? 15? and She’s going to take legal action because that is online bullying and whatever else. I laughed. We laughed. Together, partly about the fact that were she to present that to anyone to take legal action, THEY would in turn laugh.
Also, she told him what she said to him was no one’s business but his. WRONG. You post something on a public forum like that, whether or not your “friend” does or does not “understand what you were implying” I think it is most definitely HIS WIFE’S business. My husband is an extremely hard working man, who is not only working to provide for his family now but is using his passion and ambition to provide us a unique and if we’re really lucky, affluent future. Also, not once in that status did he complain at all about his job. He was posting it for the comedic purposes.
Moving on to the other status. I am proud of my husband for putting this so eloquently and for knowing his info before posting it. And I also agree completely. And this one, oddly enough, was the one that was followed by calm, kindly debate and discussion. Huh.
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So, another week of Velgaran test sessions has been cancelled. It was Randy who cancelled this time, had something he had to take care of, and being that it’s the week of his game, it was cancelled. Don’t let that stop my husband from doing some gaming, nooo. Adam and Jordan were over for a few hours playing Thunderstone, while Lilly and I were half-asleep on the couch, sick. Now, had I felt this sick in the morning I would have surely asked Adrian to tell the guys not to come over. However, I woke up with a scratchy throat and just before the guys got here, I spiraled downward into soar throat which I could also feel in my ears, stomach ache, headache, and aching back and hips. Back and hips are pretty par for the course for me no matter what, ever since Lilly they always ache. I’m feeling slightly better now, probably because I spent most of the last several hours on the couch. Hoping this is all of it and I don’t have to call into work tomorrow. Ugh. As much as I would love to stay in bed all day, missing work on a monday is murder, because our pay week ends on mondays and then I can’t make up any time! But no way Im talking on the phone all day if my throat continues like this. Ow.
