Dear Feet

Dear Feet,
I think about you often and I wonder how you are doing. I promise within a couple of weeks I will be able to see you again. Walt said that you both looked pretty good the last time he painted your toenails; however, Poco said that your toenails looked horrible, and she repainted them. I have a feeling that they look better now. I really do appreciate you both....I just wanted you to know that I miss you and I long for the day to see you again. Until next time.....
Meredith

Wine Bar + a Pregnant Woman= Stares

It's Christmas time...which also means that I get two weeks off of work.
Walt and I started our Christmas break by going up to Dallas to spend a couple of days with Poco and Preston and I hosted a wedding shower.
The wedding shower was at Vino 100, obviously a wine bar, in Dallas.
Yes...I know I am almost 8 months pregnant....but the looks that I received while inside the wine bar were quite hilarious.
Everyone else at the shower could drink, clearly, I couldn't.
Let's see, maybe I should have asked everyone to change the location of the shower because I am pregnant....I think not.
Since I was hosting this shower, I helped my sister pick out some wines for everyone to drink. There was a table of older people (I'm talking like 65-70 year olds...I must give them props for getting out and going to a wine bar.) and while I was looking at wines with Poco they will very blatantly look me in the eyes, and then slowly take their eyes down to my stomach.
This didn't happen once, twice or even three times....it happened from EVERYONE in their group.
I mean, WHO do they think they are?? I am NOT an idiot. Am I?
So, of course the manager of Vino 100 decided that he would bring me water in a wine glass, so they would continue to stare. It frustrated me, but it was also kinda funny at the same time. Yeah...here I am...8 months pregnant and drinking wine...I mean, SERIOUSLY?
After the shower we made our way to a non smoking bar called The MAT to meet up with Walt and some friends because the Cowboys were playing (and they won...that's right, take that Saints) and I made sure to put my huge purse over my belly so people wouldn't stare at me there.
I know this was slightly inappropriate to be in a bar, a NON SMOKING bar I might add, but all I was doing was going to meet my husband before he left for the night to go out with friends....this is harmless , right?
Well thank goodness my purse was big enough to cover my belly, because I had no inappropriate looks there....maybe because it was a bar, people were drinking, and the Cowboys had just beaten an undefeated team, so people just assumed I was fat?? or maybe they had been consuming a lot of alcohol....I'll go with the second option.
Now Walt and I are off to Daingerfield to spend a couple of days with his family for Christmas.
After Christmas it is back to Katy, where we will pretty much finish up our nursery (the bedding won't be here until January 4th) and I will be putting together maternity leave sub plans, because Eloise will be here before you know it!
It really is the most wonderful time of the year....even if you do get a couple of insulting stares 8 months pregnant at a wine bar.

Woo Hoo!

Well....I am now in my 29th week of pregnancy..that means 7 months and 1 week down.
I went to the doctor today, and oddly enough, she gave me some good news.
My last appointment was November 17th...and at the appointment I had gained 19 pounds total. Well today, I went back, stood on that scale and sucked in as much as I could. Guess what? I'd only gained ONE POUND... one pound, heck yes.
So that means that total I have gained 20 pounds... 29 weeks and 20 pounds later...think I'm on the homestretch.
In other news... Walt and I have recently purchased a baby doll for Miss Gracie to get used to. At first, she was deadly afraid of the dog....she'd run away any time I brought her out, I'm not gonna lie, yes, I was worried. But now, after countless times of holding the baby, feeding her, (yes, she even burps) and rocking her on the couch, Miss Gracie will come and sit by me and Walt with the baby. She has never actually tried to get in the middle of us, which is good. I think Gracie is going to be a great big sister. She knows something is up, because she doesn't have near enough room now to lay on my belly.
My mom came this weekend to help me with the nursery. I don't want to post any pics until it is finally done, but let me tell you I. AM. EXCITED.
Now it's off to finish addressing those darn Christmas cards... don't you wish they could just address themselves?

This had to have been worse than labor....

The following post will not contain any pictures, just a written post about my week thus far.

I woke up Saturday morning with a horrible toothache. Throughout the day it just kept getting worse. I felt a horrible pain where I had previously had a root canal and a crown put on about 2 years ago.

Sunday I woke up and I could not stand the pain. I literally thought I was going to shoot myself in the head, the pain was so extreme.
By Sunday night, I had called in for a sub, which is something I never do...especially after something like Thanksgiving break.

Monday morning I went to the dentist at 8. They took me in immediately and then proceeded to look at what was causing so much pain. Turns out, when I had my root canal 2 years ago the dentist fixed three canals....I, of course, am a freak and have four canals on my last tooth on the upper right side. I had a major infection and needed it fixed asap.
So the dentist sent me HOME and told me that she had scheduled an appointment with an Endodontist at 2.
All I could keep thinking was, WHAT IN THE WORLD?? 2 o'clock? You have GOT to be freaking kidding me. I knew I couldn't wait that long.

So I went home and tried to sleep, since I hadn't slept the night before....of course, I didn't sleep at all. The pain was so severe. I couldn't lay on my back, because then all the pain rushed to my head, if I turned to the right, it was so much pressure on my right side..and so on and so forth..

Finally after what seemed like hours, 1:30 rolled around. I jumped in my car and headed to the doctor. After filling out some paper work, they got me right in. Hmm....the worst was yet to come.
I am 7 months pregnant....I had to get approval from my doctor that I could have some sort of pain meds to numb me during the process.
Guess what?
They couldn't get a hold of my doctor. Not at all. Nothing. I'm talking...they called and she was not there. ( thank goodness I LOVE my doctor and I have forgiven her now.)
So...all the doctor could do was give me the numbing medicine that would numb me for about 10 minutes.
The first 10 minutes felt like heaven. I hadn't felt that great in quite a long time. I'm talking, I wanted to bust out with Aretha Franklin's You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman.
Oh goodness... I got too excited too soon.
After 10 minutes, right when the doc. started DRILLING on my tooth, and using all those horrible tools that make you smell that awful burnt smell...I started to feel everything. EVERYTHING. There was nothing he could do about it, since he did not get the OK from my doc. I had to sit there and endure the pain... and OH THE PAIN. I had tears falling from my face, I was screaming, it was like a horror film.
After he was done, I went home, body still in shock, and the pain was just as awful Monday night.
Thankfully I finally did get a hold of my doctor and I was able to get a prescription filled for an antibiotic. It took about 12 hours for the antibiotic to work...but it started working. I slept Tuesday until 11, which I never do, and when I woke up...I felt amazing.
This was quite the experience.... but I know that if I can handle a root canal, with practically NO MEDICATION...don't you think I can handle labor WITH an epidural? Bring it on Eloise.. I am ready!!