Cricuts, pregnant lady paranoia and leaking ceilings

Hello friends! Today it is Friday and it's been an interesting week. Kinda makes me wonder about this old life of mine.....



Monday, I got the email from JoAnns.com that they were having a special sale on Cricuts. $99!!! Can you believe it? I was shocked and knew I had to have one, but then decided that we couldn't afford it, and I probably wouldn't use it enough to justify it and blah, blah, blah. Then, on my way home from work that night, I found a $50 bill! It fluttered in the breeze in front of my car and I stopped in the 7-11 parking lot and THERE IT WAS! I laughed hysterically, called my mom, who wisely told me that now a Cricut would only cost me $49 of my own money and there was no reason not to buy it. As usual, she was right. Unfortunately, by the time I got to the JoAnns store on Tuesday they were sold out :( So, I had to order my Cricut from the website, which was okay, since I had a free shipping coupon, but I still have to wait a few more days until it arrives! So, I had to use bank money instead of cash and now I have to deposit my cash find and my birthday money (since I spent it on my Cricut). But, it'll be fun when it gets here.



Wednesday, I had a mild but debilitating bout of pregnant lady paranoia. PLP is common, and usually results in hysterics, followed by many phone calls to Mom and the doctor's office, the occasional trip to the hospital and finally, embarassment as you realize it was mostly in your head. My PLP began early Wednesday morning. I woke feeling much different than usual. I honestly felt like I was wearing a corset! There was so much pressure in my stomach, my back and my pelvis. But I shouldered on and went to work, but as the day progressed, I realized baby boy was not moving nearly as much as usual. During clinic days when I'm working on the laptop he really kicks a lot because of the position I sit in, but he wasn't doing that at all. And, there were hours in between kicks. Finally, at around 3pm I called Mom for reassurance that I was being paranoid and to relax. Did she reassure me? Tell me to relax? NO. She told me I should call the doctor's office! So, I did, feeling ridiculous, and when the nurse called me back after consulting with my midwife, I was told to go to the hospital!! Okay, now I'm terrified! I left work, called Shane and went to Utah Valley. Of course, I felt Baby kick while I was driving, making me feel more ridiculous. We arrived and got checked in and nurse #1 comes in to hook up the fetal monitor. And she can't find Baby's heartbeat. She leaves the room to find a helper while I hyperventilate. Nurse #2 comes in and immediately finds Baby and gets us all hooked up. The relief was overwhelming once we heard that little heartbeat thumping away. They took some blood and various other bodily fluids and ran some labs and watched Baby on the monitor. After a while, I began to get very uncomfortable laying in the bed. So I would shift my position and as soon as I was comfortable, Baby would go off the monitor. Nurse would come in, adjust the monitor, pick him back up and leave. Then, I would get uncomfortable again, shift positions, become comfortable and Baby would go off the monitor. And so on and so on for about an hour and a half. Finally, labs came back, everything looked good, and they said I could go home. They pretty much attributed everything to Baby having a growth spurt and a quiet day and reassured me repeatedly that I did the right thing by calling and coming in. The pressure has mostly gone away; I still have a lot in my stomach, but not anywhere else, making it all the more likely that Baby did have a pretty good growth spurt. I still feel ridiculous about the whole thing though. I'm glad I went because you never really know what's going on and it's better to be checked and find nothing, then avoid it and have a problem. So ends my first bout of PLP. Let's hope there's no more of that, shall we?



Then, last night, the ceiling in the bathroom had a bit of a leak. You could tell that it had leaked that way before because the last patch job became very visible from the newest leak. Shane kinda wigged for a minute, but I then I realized what had happened to cause said leak. There are two water valves in our basement along the ceiling above the washer/dryer. One of these is for the swamp cooler upstairs that is, coincidentally right outside the bathroom. The other runs water to our refrigerator for the ice maker/water dispenser in the door. Last night, I tried to get water out of the dispenser, but it didn't work. So Shane dutifully went downstairs to turn the valve and make sure the water feed was working. I'm pretty sure he turned the wrong one, thereby turning the water on for our winterized swamp cooler and leading to a flood of water into the ceiling of the bathroom. It wasn't a huge flood, just enough to wet the edge of the carpet in the hallway, run across the ceiling, down to the vanities and onto the rugs. I chose not to worry about it, because, as previously stated, it was obvious this type of leak had happened before. No damage done, no harm, no foul, but I'm guessing my father-in-law will be over sometime this weekend to take a look at it with Shane. I'm just going to pretend it never happened and when they decide to look at it, I'm going to the store......after all, ignorance is BLISS.



Here's hoping that the weekend is quiet, next week is uneventful and my Cricut arrives with no damage due to shipping.



Take care everybody!!