And Another Long Silence....

A quick recap of the last few weeks: 

Baby is growing like a weed and is going to be born around May 8, because he's a big boy and the doctors have deemed him ripe for picking a bit earlier than the due date.  At his ultrasound today he was judged to be around 6 lbs 11 oz at approximately six weeks from his official due date. He's a big boy with a full head of hair, though you can't see it in the latest picture. You can see his chubby cheeks:

 

As this is a "geriatric pregnancy" the attitude apparently is that once he's fully baked there's no reason to let him hang out in there for the last couple of weeks. My daughter is very ready to evict him; he's reached the very uncomfortable stage and her maternity leave will begin only a few days before he arrives. She also told her doctor she has zero desire to birth any record-breakingly large babies. She was 9 lbs. 4 oz. and I'm like a head shorter than she is, so there's definitely precedent for big babies in the family.

My new work situation is far more pleasant than the prior one, though I still want to retire this year. I like the people and the work much more, and I feel like I can actually use my PTO without guilt.

Gidget gave me a scare (and drained my bank account) the week before last. She stopped being able to climb the stairs, didn't want to eat, was obviously in pain, and of course this happened over the weekend. I took her to the emergency vet, and I am not going to rant at length about that experience again, but the place was NOT busy at all and we sat in an exam room for nearly 3 hours. She had a fever and was obviously in pain, and the tech kept telling me we were next, so sorry, an emergency came in (it was quiet as a tomb and I heard staff chatting) blah blah. After 2.5 hours I asked again when we'd see a vet and was told no promises on how long it would take. I finally picked up my feverish and by now very thirsty dog and left. The front desk staff was sitting around chatting and there was ONE lady sitting in the waiting area, without a pet. The next morning I took her to our vet, who admitted her for a day of IV fluids and antibiotics. By then her fever was 105. Pancreatitis. They let me take her home with pain meds after her fever came down, and after a week of being a sick little chicken she's totally fine again. 

Eddie is a splendid little character. He loves to walk, so I walk him separately every morning. He's hilarious, like a human toddler! If there's a work crew doing anything he has to stop to watch. If there's a garbage truck he wants to follow it. I have a feeling he and the baby are going to be the best of friends in a year, Eddie is very much a little boy.

I jacked up my knee again, I'm not even sure how. We went to Epcot last Sunday, just my daughter, the Baby Daddy and I, and we walked around sedately at pregnant lady speed and ate fabulous pizza at Via Napoli, and then we took the tram back to our cars, and I think climbing in and out of the tram jacked up my knee. Oh, the irony, I know! It doesn't take much, and it's SO random. I can walk 20k steps without a twinge, but twist it wrong doing something and it's sore for days.

It's not awful, it's been far worse, but this is getting old. So am I. I can't pretend otherwise anymore. Over the last two years of being trapped in my home office and stress eating I've put on about 15 lbs. on top of the 10 I've been trying to lose for a decade. It's just a fact that the weight and sitting on my ass is affecting me in all sorts of unpleasant ways and I have to deal with it, for real. 

And yet, all I want to do this weekend is sit on the couch with my dogs and knit baby stuff and watch movies, and I think that's what I'll do.