low weight

Last Thursday, I had an appointment to see if Caleb is no longer breech. Thank the Lord, he has turned! He had been feeling like he was positioned different for about a month or so now. All the prominent movement started taking place at the top of my belly rather than more towards the bottom. I am very thankful my hopes have been fulfilled. There is a concern though. He is not gaining weight as he should. I have another appointment in a couple of weeks to check his weight again and if it hasn't improved I will have to limit my activity. They are thinking this is due to me not resting as I should, which is probably true since I haven't been resting much. Needless to say we are praying that all will be well at the next ultrasound.

mommy is in trouble

I went to the doctor yesterday for one of the routine appointments. John didn't need to go into work till after lunch so he watched Karissa. The appointment went well. Caleb is as strong as ever and they are still happy with how I am doing. The only hiccup is that I am getting migraines. I have never had them before and it got real scary there for a moment. The doctor gave me a prescription which I am very thankful for because I was afraid they would not allow me to take anything but Tylenol. Needless to say I don't feel in as much dread of them now. Anyway I came home and Karissa asked me where I went and I told her I went to to the doctor so they could check on Caleb. She frowns at me and puts her hands on her hips and says in an angry tone, "You are not supposed to go without me, I am the big sister!" I promised to make sure to take her next time. That smoothed things over. Whew!

A Song by Karissa

"the pregnant girl in the house, she is my mom and the boy who loves her is over here, he is my dad, i love him very much, he gives me a lot of things" sang to accompaniment of the ukulele

a four-year-old's sympathy

Today I was talking to my mom and telling her that I am beginning to have a hard time sleeping at night. My hips get real sore. Karissa must have been listening in because she says, "That's because she's pregnant!" in a real goofy voice. She then starts laughing and explains that this is her baby joke. I guess if I think about it pregnancy must be pretty funny to a four-year-old. After all, I look weird, act weird and people treat me differently.