Last week I finally convinced Eric to put the crib together. I basically had a crazy lady emotional break down and cried about how all I wanted to do was work on the nursery. Which is silly because we still have to clean the carpet in that room and move furniture to other rooms. I won't be able to really work on it until after the baby shower. But when you're a ball of hormones it isn't easy to stay rational. I love the crib and the bedding! I made it myself and am pretty proud of it. I can't wait to see everything come together!
We were supposed to head to Edisto for vacation on Friday but Charlee spiked a fever of 102.8 on Thursday night. We spent Friday at home trying to get her to eat and bring the fever down. Having a sick kid keep you from a much anticipated vacation is definitely the definition of parenthood. Her fever eventually came down but when it came back Saturday morning I decided to take her to the doctor because I suspected a UTI. I spent 2 1/2 hours trying to get that kid to pee in a cup. Eric and I actually had to trade off supervising the bathroom standoff a couple times. I've got to give her credit. She had 16oz of water, 8oz of juice, and two Popsicles in her and she refused to go. She must have a bladder of steel. We dropped off the sample and it was confirmed as just a UTI, so we got a prescription and headed to the beach.
We had a great few days at the beach. Charlee loves playing with her cousins and splashing in the waves. I feel bad because she wants me to run around with her but I am just too pregnant to do much more than hold her when we go out into the water. I have been having fun sitting with my feet in the water and haven't had much swelling, which is good. My only issue is that I can't seem to sleep in the camper. Between Eric snoring, Charlee waking up scared because she doesn't know where she is, and a stupid night bird that keeps chirping outside the window all night long, I think I got 2 hours both nights.
I need to be better about getting vacation pictures this year. I just hate being photographed when I'm so big. Especially when I'm huge and in a bathing suit. A maternity suit at that. Trust me, it is not flattering. But the truth is that I know Charlee and Beck won't care if I look like an actual beached whale in my maternity suit on the beach. They are just going to see that they were having fun with their mommy. I need to find a way to get over it.
Monday was the anniversary of Eric proposing. He proposed on Edisto beach in a sunrise proposal. It was amazing and romantic and totally caught me off guard. Edisto is where we first said "I love you" to each other so it is a very special place to us and it was awesome to be there on the anniversary. We left Charlee with Eric's parents for the evening while we went home and had a date night. We went to dinner, saw Jurassic World, and went to bed. It was so nice to spend some one-on-one time with each other for the first time in months. I went back and picked her up yesterday after my doctors appointment.
We are going back this coming weekend for a couple days and I am really looking forward to it.
My appointment went well, other than having to wait in the exam room for 2 hours to see the doctor for 5 minutes. The jelly bean's heart rate was 149, he's super active, my BP was 120/80, by some miracle I didn't gain any weight, and I'm measuring right on time.
Currently the jelly bean is about 2.75lbs and 15.7inches (about the size of a cabbage). I'm still craving ice cream and strawberries. I'm starting to suffer from insomnia and leg cramps at night. The doctor says both are normal and there isn't anything I can do if I'm drinking enough water. 8 more weeks!
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