Tuesday, November 24, 2009 | By: janet

All Is Going Swell

Ya know, as in s.w.e.l.l.i.n.g. Sheesh! And yes for those counting, I have just now turned 24 weeks. Last month at 20 weeks, as Gibbs reminded me yesterday, a different doctor in the practice just glanced at my swelling and commented "already?".

Although my appointment was at 10:45 am, the pitting edema/swelling was already showing it's elephantitis wrath. I'll spare you the gory details of the blood that was running down my calves from the scabs that were opening. Yes, even I was taken aback from that.

Unfortunately there's not much I can do but to continue laying on my left, drink more water (as if that's humanly possible), eat natural diuretic foods (celery, garlic, artichokes, etc.), watch sodium levels, do not remove my shoes while visiting or traveling because as he put it "it's highly likely they will not go back on", and um, well... just deal with it.

Which is all fine and dandy until you take into account the painful swelling is not only in my legs and ankles, but my hands and face. I fear here soon I will become a sista to the Pillsbury Doughboy. Or maybe the Stay Puft Marshmallow Girl would be more like it?

Regardless I was fine until it really started showing in my face- even the miracles of blush isn't camouflaging my artistic attempts to falsely create cheekbones. And to think I always thought the guys with the airbrushed 6-pack of abs were a bit well, hysterically vain. Okay so maybe I'm more vain than I ever imagined. But hello? My WHOLE body is changing... can't my face at least stay within its normal shape? Not to mention I'm not even in the 3rd trimester yet!!!

Otherwise all is going well, and the baby is growing strong! Blood pressure is still high for me- 124/68, but within normal limits per medical standards. At this time even with the swelling, due to lack of protein in my urine there is no current fear of pre/eclampsia.

Despite the edema, my weight gain was actually quite reasonable!! Naturally, as a reward, I came home and bought me some delish chocolate covered cherries. Normally I wouldn't have eaten the whole box because I'm all about not falling into the trap of "eating for two", but Gibbs has been whining that he's gaining weight because of me. As the self sacrifcing and loving wife I felt it was my duty to view it like I was sparing him another pound or two.

The funny thing is I'm thinking he may have said he's now dieting. I believe my selective hearing tuned out the minute details, but some kind of rubbish regarding the grocery bill and him "compensating". Whatever that is suppose to mean.

Regardless, Happy Thanksgiving! Travel safe and count your many blessings! And here's to another 5 pound weight gain just from the sodium intake on that day alone!

Monday, November 23, 2009 | By: janet

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Tuesday, November 17, 2009 | By: janet

the blind side

The movie The Blind Side features the surprising life of the Baltimore Ravens player Michael Oher. His violent and troubled youth is healed through a risky yet radical choice a prominent and upperclass white family makes when they take him off the streets for what was to be “one night”.

Firstly I have to admit without having read the book or seen the movie I think Mrs. Touhy (played by Sandra Bullock) and I could be bffs. In the trailer she tells her husband that he “is right”. Consequently, responding in utter shock and disbelief, he inquires how that statement tasted coming out of her mouth. Her response? “Like vinegar”. Priceless! The trailer’s opening also exemplifies her ‘calling it like she sees it’ demeanor. And let’s not underestimate a mother’s ability to sniff out a tall tale when Oher lies about having a place to sleep that fateful evening.

It is with bittersweet emotions I honestly and humbly admit I had mixed thoughts of this movie. I assumed it would be just another feel good movie. Bottom line, oppression stamped out after an exhaustive Olympic marathon race of hurdling miles of stumbling blocks.

Then during the trailer I witnessed an exchange between Bullock and Oher regarding the bedroom he is to sleep in. His hand grazes and strokes the comforter of the bed and he states he’s “never had one of these before”. Bullock asks “what a room to yourself”. She seems a bit taken aback when he states “no, a bed”. In that brief moment, as someone who spent her tween and teen years sleeping on couches or floors, I knew exactly what he meant and how he felt to not even have that one often overlooked possession.

Gibbs, Abby and I were discussing this just last night as we watched an interview with the Touhy’s that aired before the Ravens football game. I firmly believe there are times in our lives when we are called by God to take on and face precarious, radical choices. And from those decisions, we have the opportunity to persevere that meandering road to thoroughly see the sincere depth and meaning of “extraordinary”.

I’m left to ponder this one thought. What makes this true life story remarkable? Was it that hope finally arrived after all those years of oppression? Is it that the Touhy family stepped out of their comfort zone to embrace and become a personal cheerleading squad to a Goliath of a teenager when statistics tried to tell them their attempts were a lost cause? Or is truly Oher himself- the person willing to brick by brick take down the walls, learn to trust and love, and have the desire to allow himself to become more than what society told him he was capable of?

It took one family and one radical decision. Imagine if we all courageously stepped out of our comfort zone.

Monday, November 16, 2009 | By: janet

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About Me

I'm about as complex as the insides of a cpu. Although I'd love to offer up the opinion that hormones and all things girl define my intricacies, I have a feeling my husband would prefer to just say it's a result of such traits including stubborn. And that's about where I'd gently, but abruptly, interject by cutting him off mid-word before he could nonchalantly add any further adjectives that may taint your fabulous opinion of me.

Many things define who I am. Alot of bad. Just as much good. And plenty more grace than I deserve. Little things also define me. I am a shopaholic, but never buy for myself. I am left handed and therefore need to be sat in certain places depending on what the occasion is. I can be described as perfectly petite, though my heels will never lead you to believe such nonsense.

Sure there's more to it than just those too. Titles and taglines that will define who I am.

I AM...
a wife to my husband of twelve years who is methodical, makes his words count and can be hard to read sometimes. My children and I like to refer to him as Gibbs (from NCIS). Though we'd never intentionally do it to his face, yet I think we have. (Yes, he does enjoy *tapping* us on the back of our heads, but you didn't hear that from me!) He has been known to tell me he'd be rich but lonely without me.

I AM...
a mother to my oldest Ziva. My mini-me. God bless my oldest child. She is vivid- extremely vivid in personality. True to her television character, from her first days of speaking she has repeatedly confused phrases and words. She may be brilliant, but she is my blonde scientist.

also a mother to my baby, but soon to be middle child is Abby. A child who is through and through her father. At times I've been caught trying to toss in the prefix "G" because her mouth does not understand how to relax and silence apparently sends her into panic 'let's talk 5x faster' mode. But she is my well loved full of life, bubbly and extroverted child who happens to be three years younger than Ziva, but taller than her.

But experiences, descriptive traits, titles and taglines will only provide half the story. I'd like to think the other half of who I am reside in my passions, deep thinking, yet quirky and probably A.D.D. self.



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