Oh lord just let me get to June 12th and deliver a healthy baby.
First, Friday night Mark comes home and says “Babe my back is really hurting and I have these tiny bumps on my back. Will you look at them?” So I do, then we Google what it could be and think its bed bug bites from his recent hotel stay in Alabama. I proceed to clean it and put cortisone cream on it. He falls asleep on the couch. Saturday he gets up and it hurts even worse. So I suggest he goes to the Minute Clinic at CVS. He does and heads out to figure out what is going on. He calls me a couple hours later and he has Shingles. Shingles is a painful version of the Chicken Pox that affects generally elderly. Mark had Chicken Pox when he was a month old. The clinic thinks work stress brought the virus back with a vengeance. Oh and he was told he shouldn’t be around pregnant woman. Ugggghhhhh! So I call the on call OB to find out the scoop. She said I’m ok since I had the chicken box. I just can’t touch it or get to close to him until the blisters go away and turn into scabs. If I do I have to wash my hands really well but I and the baby should be ok. So my poor hubby is on massive doses of antibiotics and sleeping in the guest bedroom. By yesterday the blisters had moved around his mid-section to his belly.
Second, I spent Saturday at the zoo with my 3 year old friend. It was our special day so it was just him and I. His mom and dad enjoyed their time alone. So I walked a lot while pushing the stroller. I just kept thinking moms with multiple kids have to do this all the time so can I. Sunday, Mark and I went to the Titans/Redskins game (yes it was a depressing loss) and walked a good couple miles. Sunday night I went to the bathroom and started spotting. Cue tears of fear and prayers of hope. I just kept praying and talking to pumpkin. My abdomen was doing a lot of funky stuff yesterday. Some sharp pains, some twinges, some pulls. At one point it felt like something was tickling me. I had to pee 5 times in 5 hours. As of this morning the spotting has stopped so I am hoping it was just growth. If it comes back and gets worse I am calling the OB.
I lay in bed last night crying. Just asking god why this can’t just be easy. Why do I have to keep spotting? I just want to get this baby here safe and sound. I woke up this morning hearing gods reminder “You are pregnant you need to take it easier and rest more.” I promise I will rest more, I promise I will continue to thank you for each safe day.