Waiting

Another busy day today.  We are gearing up to go to the Badger campout which starts tomorrow.  I have a lot of laundry to fold.  I'm going to get the boys to help me start packing.  No, I have not started packing yet.  I don't think I could live with all the half-packed stuff lying around for very long.  For one thing, half-packed stuff means that little ones will get into it and unpack it and then I'll forget to pack it again or not even know it's missing.  So I save my packing for last minute, and in the meantime I add and add and add to the list.

On top of packing we need to clean our house and go to WIC and do some shopping.  And we need to make sure everyone's taken care of in the meantime.  It's no wonder we haven't found a job yet.  We haven't had time because we're always running.

And all this running has me really frustrated because now that we've made it over the hump and into the third trimester I'm starting to feel REALLY old.  When I was pregnant with one of my last two babies I told the doctor about some hip pain I was having.  And the muscles under my tummy also were getting pulled easily.  He said that happens with c-section patients because muscles and things end up being shorter after a c-section.  So I have to be careful how I move or I pull those muscles.  It's really not horrible.  I don't pull them badly, but I can feel that they're not long enough, and it doesn't feel good.  And my hip complains when I do a lot of bending over.  Yesterday I loaded the dishwasher, and when I stood up from sorting silverware into the silverware holder I thought I would die.  It hurt bad!  I also can't spend a lot of time standing around because my hip doesn't like that either.  It is absolutely ridiculous.  I'm 35, not 80!  I don't like feeling confined.  I don't like the idea that I can't chase Timmy as much as I want to on this campout.  However, it could be much worse.  Pulled muscles and aching hips are nothing to run to the doctor about.  At least I'm not having preterm labor or something.  And thank heavens the boys are home for the summer.  We've been putting them to work, and that will continue.

And in the midst of this all we've had a couple of doctor appointments.  A few weeks ago some guy from our health plan called and finagled me into making well child doctor appointments for Hyrum and Jill.  It surprises me that he only picked out those two because none of our children have been to a well child checkup in ages.  Hyrum was a toddler last time he went.  And since the doctor we were visiting here in Globe stopped doing shots we stopped going to well child visits.  So up until Hyrum was a toddler I was really good about doing those.  But since then each child has been to only a couple of them.  Timmy's last doctor visit was when he was a few days old.  He was supposed to go back at a month old for a well child checkup, but the wanted us to pay like $100 for a copay because it was a new year, and I couldn't do it.  So that was the end of that.

Anyway, so Hyrum's checkup was last week.  Yesterday was Jill's.  She is smack dab in the middle of the height and weight charts, and she checked out great in everything else.  She had lots of fun telling the doctor and his helper all about her birthday and her pink cake and pink crown.  She is now due for some shots.  Poor girly!  But as soon as those are done she'll be all set for Kindergarten in 2014.

And Jeremy had a checkup yesterday with his surgeon.  His steri strips are still clinging on tightly.  I expected that she'd take them off to check his scar, but she didn't.  She said it's best to leave them on to minimize stretching and so that the scar will be smaller.  But she did say that since Wednesday will be two weeks since his surgery he can just take them off then if he wants.  That is also the day he is allowed to bathe and swim.  So we're still not sure what his wound looks like, but we do know it's doing fine.  There hasn't been any redness or leaking fluid or anything like that.  Hooray!  And the biopsy results were in.  The doctors' guesses were right.  It was just a little fat deposit.  They didn't say what caused it, but it was not dangerous.  Hooray!

So maybe you're wondering why I titled this post waiting.  Well, we are still waiting for results from Hyrum's ultrasound.  We are waiting to take off Jeremy's strips.  We are waiting for the campout to get here.  We are tired of waiting in waiting rooms.  We are waiting to figure out where in the world we're suppose to be and what in the world kind of job we're supposed to find.  (We're searching too, of course, but we are also kind of waiting for things to slow down so we can do more searching.  It has been a busy summer!)  And we are waiting, waiting, waiting for Little Guy to come in less than 12 weeks.  Time really is short and I need to be planning out his blessing outfit, but I'm feeling kind of stumped.  I don't feel like I have any reference for how big to make it.  I need to just pull out one of the outfits I have and use that as a basis, but I'd hate to end up with the shirt to short or something.  Well, at least all the crocheting is finally done on his blankie.  All I need to do now is weave in the billions of ends.