Just Heather

This week has just been awful, thus the lack of posting. I still don’t quite feel like updating so you’ll have to deal with bullets:

  • Monday we went to a funeral. Spencer’s great-grandmother passed away over the weekend. She was 94 and lived a full life. I was always amazed at what she was doing well into her 90s. She was a sweet lady who adored my children—always a plus in my book.
  • Spencer is still sick. They ran several blood tests earlier this week, but can’t figure it out. They now have him on Zithromax and it seems to be working. I’m thinking it was just a particularly difficult strand of strep throat and the first antibiotic didn’t kick it.
  • All morning sickness all the time—I won’t go into details except to say that’s pretty much why I don’t post much. Something on the second floor makes me sick so I stay downstairs.
  • So much for laundry.
  • My first Brownie field trip was postponed. There will be no hiking in the rain for me. The girls did surprisingly well for our indoor activities considering the disappointment factor.
  • Stacia’s first soccer game of the season is tomorrow. I was so glad to hear the weather has cleared. They tell us repeatedly “soccer is an all-weather sport” which pretty much means prepare to sit in the mud.
  • Brenia is now officially known as Naked Baby. She has a new thing with spontaneous shedding of clothing. She likes to be “nake” and I just don’t have the energy to fight it. At least I’ve gotten her to quit including the diaper.
  • CBS just called to say they weren’t finished editing due to another out-of-town news story. The segment has been pushed back to next Friday night. Now I get to go about the process of calling those who were planning to watch me tonight—which pretty much includes everyone I know and lots of people I don’t.

On Thursday I hosted a CBS News crew in my home. They interviewed me about my coupon use and my business, filmed me with hubby and the girls, and followed me on a shopping trip. I think it went well. Who knows what it will look like once they edit the 2 hours of film down to a short Consumer Alert segment, but it was fun anyway.

It was a strange experience. Sometimes I took direction from the producer. Sometimes the reporter chimed in. Surprisingly, a lot of times the cameraman had his own ideas. I had a great time working with all of them, though I’m pretty sure the sound guy knows a bit more about me than he wanted to.

The shopping trip was a kick. They had approval to film, but once we got there we were told we could only film down the one aisle they had prepared. Too bad I didn’t need beans. We did talk the manager into switching to the promotional aisle since it had the sale items I actually needed, but we had to wait for them to clean it up and face all the products. The store also gave me my own special checkout, cashier, and bag boy. Funny how nice and helpful everyone was once the camera was rolling!

It should air on Friday night during the CBS Evening News if you want to tune in and check me it out. I think he said it would be on around 6:30.

Someone just stopped me—in the middle of the road, driving my car— to ask me for directions to the new mall. Sure. No problem. I can give you directions to every mall in the Indy area—not that I spend a lot of time there or anything. What struck me as odd is how often this happens to me.

It doesn’t even matter where I am. In my hometown. In Chicago. At the grocery store. On vacation in New York City. I get asked for directions everywhere I go. Apparently I look like I’m at home anywhere. Then again, how many people sit in a plaza eating lunch alone, reading a magazine on vacation in NYC?

I think the funniest part of it is that I have absolutely no sense of direction. None whatsoever. Just ask my husband. If you ask me, I’m always facing north. So why do people naturally assume I know where I’m going? Most of the time, I don’t even know where I am.

CBS just called and it seems they are finally ready to come. In two days. If you could see my house right about now you would laugh out loud! I’ve been so sick (and tired) for weeks. Hubby has been sick for a week. The place is well and truly trashed. I have a day and half to get it television ready. Not to mention finding a suitable outfit.

I think I’m gonna be sick.

There’s nothing like waking up to a period when you’re already pregnant. I called my doctor and she thought it was light enough that nothing was wrong. She ordered bed rest for the day and an ultrasound on Monday. The ultrasound showed nothing wrong. Baby’s heartbeat is strong. I’m not quite as far along as we thought though. The ultrasound tech says at this stage babies grow at a consistent rate so the measurments are highly accurate.

She says I’m only 7 weeks so no possibility for placenta previa, since the placenta doesn’t even develop until 9 weeks. That would have been an obvious reason for the bleeding, and one I’ve dealt with before. My doctor thinks it was just one of those things and probably means nothing. I hate not having an answer. She kept my originally scheduled ultrasound in a few weeks though so we can keep a close eye. I’m supposed to take it pretty easy, but nothing as far as bedrest.

Like I needed an excuse to sit around and do nothing. It’s basically the only thing I can do to keep from throwing up. So glad that gets to last 2 weeks longer now. This pregnancy is going to last forever. I guess I’m technically not looking at any longer for the rest of it since I’ll be induced about 2 weeks early anyway. My first was nearly 10 pounds and right on time. The next time around I was induced 10 days early and she was still nearly 9 pounds. They’ll be keeping close tabs on this one’s size, along with everything else.

I had an ultrasound today. Turns out I’m not as far along as we thought—by 2 whole weeks. Nothing like stretching out the morning sickness.

I went to my cousin’s wedding this weekend. It was a lot of fun, though I didn’t have nearly as much fun as my sis! Let’s just say she had a little bit to drink and leave it at that.

Subway no longer carries their BBQ Chicken sandwich. I know this because I checked 6 different ones today on my way back to town. Someone needs to tell Baby to pick a new craving.

Hubby is still sick. With both of us feeling lousy, things are starting to pile up something fierce. He’s going to have to stay home from work just because there are no clean clothes in the house.

I’ve got no clothes, period. I should not need maternity clothes this early, which is why I had let my best friend borrow them. Even when I found out I was pregnant, I thought I’d be good until she delivered next month. Not so much.

The kids stayed with my parents. They’ll be back tomorrow night. Since I’ll get to sleep in tomorrow, I’m hoping I’ll feel up to posting something a little more coherent then.