Lessons in Puke.

Yes, that's right, I said Puke. That's this morning's topic. I've been dealing with it so much lately, I feel I have to talk about it, or I might just explode.

Yes, I'm pregnant. But it's not me doing all this puking. It's me cleaning up all this puke. I hear you all asking "Why is this, Catty?". Well now. Let's explore that question, shall we?

First example, and I'm sure Big Boss Man will be so pleased to see this on my blog (but he convinced me to start it anyway, so he had to understand he would be the topic of many a post, right?). A few nights ago, I awoke to sounds of gasping...wheezing, gulping, heaving...I've never been so scared in my life. It was BBM, who went from the bed to the floor in a matter of seconds, simply trying to catch his breath.

Now this has happened a couple times in the past, but never to this severity. He stops breathing at night, and then his brain wakes him all of a sudden and he wakes up trying to breathe again. This was the worst I've seen it. So I'm standing at the end of the bed, jaw dropped, waiting for him to say something like "I'm alright" or "I need help" or "get me a glass of water"...anything. What does he do? He climbs back into bed. I ask him if he needs something to drink, he says "It was just a bad dream", and he's dead asleep before I even walk back to my side of the bed.

Of course, I couldn't go back to sleep after this, so I took my stuff to the couch, watched tv for a few, then went to sleep. I wake up the next morning to puke all over our bedroom floor. Floor I'd stood on not 6 hours earlier. So I knew it had happened again, and I just didn't hear it. Lovely.

So I cleaned that up. Thank God I was very newly pregnant and didn't have any kind of symptoms at all.

Fast forward to last night, when Beanpole wakes me up around 5am to tell me that he's thrown up. I couldn't handle it. Of course, he's on the top bunk, and he didn't quite make it down before it happened, so there's puke on both beds (imagine Little Linebacker's surprise!). So I grab clean blankets and take them out into the living room, get them set up there, close the door to their bedroom, and let it be. I couldn't deal with it in general, let alone at 5am.

Probably not the brightest thing I've ever done, but it was way too early in the morning to be thinking clearly.

So after taking them to school, I resign to the idea that it must be cleaned up now, otherwise it will sit and fester all day long and I'll just have to deal with it when I get home from work today. So I got in, grab the sheets with lightening speed, run to the basement, shove them in the washer, and start the cycle. I about lost my cookies while putting them into the washer. I'm about to lose my cookies just thinking about it here. When this wash cycle is done, I'll immediately start another one, just to be sure.

The good news is Beanpole was just fine this morning...not at all feverish, and rip-roarin' to go to school. I'd almost wished he would've been sick, because then I'd have to call in (which I really can't afford to do). So while I'm at work today, I'll buy copious amounts of febreeze antimicrobial, and I'll drench the beds in it right when I get home. Then it will have time to dry before bed. Thank God for mattress covers.

So...if you've read this far without renting your garments, good for you!! Sorry to lay something this heavy on you this early in the morning (or this close to breakfast), but I had to get it off my chest.

Morning songs by Little Linebacker

So...I wander into my bedroom to wake Big Boss Man up for the day, and I lay down next to him and stare at him until he gets up. As we're lying there, we hear singing. Random singing. By Little Linebacker. He's singing the freecreditreport.com song, where some guy is playing the guitar in a restaurant. Ahhh...I love the influence tv has on my offspring.

What a whirlwind!

We are just a ball of activity 'round these parts lately. I just got a phonecall from my OB, and they "booboo'd" with the scheduling and made my first appointment for a day when the OB wouldn't be there. (I'm wondering if they say "booboo'd" to everyone, or just moms-to-be!). So my appointment has been postponed for one week, now on the 16th of February. Disappointing, but I also found out that they do the ultrasounds right there in the office, and I'll have my first one that day! Last time I had a child, you had to schedule the US at a completely different time, and go to the hospital to get it done. My, how times have changed.

We're deperately trying to get our taxes filed today, as long as we have all the forms. I think, of course, that both of us are missing one form for our 401Ks, without which we can't continue. Figures. At least we know for sure they had to be mailed out 2 days ago, and hopefully they will arrive in today's mail. Once we get the totals of our refund, we'll be able to call our contractor friend and start making plans for the basement, which will lead to plans for the baby's new room...YAY!!

I'm also hoping that my first ebay purchase will arrive today. I've been waiting patiently. I was actually an ebay virgin up until now, having looked at some stuff and made an account, but never purchased anything. Well now, since I've gotten rid of all my old maternity clothing (and thank God I did...I can remember some of those fashions, and I don't think they were pretty back then, let alone now). And seeing as this will be my last pregnancy, I don't want to go out and buy all sorts of new clothes, especially with their prices (have you looked at Pea in a Pod's pricing??? Sheesh!). So, ebay has become my new best friend. I've actually won 4 auctions so far, and bid on two more. Only two of them are lots, and if I win this second one, I won't have to buy anything else at all, clotheswise. And since I've never been pregnant in the hot, humid, Missouri summers, I'm actually looking forward to this, as I get to wear all sorts of cute, summery maternity clothing. Maybe I'll look and feel a little less whale-ish this time around, with a polite amount of skin showing. Maybe.

We had the mother of all snowstorms a couple days ago, at least for these parts. I think we got about 8, maybe 9 inches. Again, I'm sure that's a joke for anyone who lives way up north and considers 8 inches a "dusting", but it's pretty good for us. And it's good snow, meaning The Boys have been playing in it almost nonstop since it fell. School was out yesterday, so they got to do all sorts of snowy things outside. I'll stick to inside, thankyouverymuch. The most I've done so far is to shovel a little of the driveway, and to trudge through our snowy backyard to refill our birdfeeder...poor things were starving to death out there.

Well, I'm off to clean house. I also have some paperwork that I brought home from work to finish up...nothing heavy, but I'll feel much better when it's done. I'll be spending some time later on in the afternoon catching up with my blogging friends, which I've been painfully rude to and ignored for the past little while. I apologize, and will rectify the situation later in the day.