Moved in.. not exactly settled!

We're in our new house now. I hate moving. I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! Did I mention I hate moving? lol. But we're finally here. I still have a lot to do but I need Jesse's help. It seems if I'm standing for too long or I work at something too hard.. I start getting contractions and my tailbone starts throbbing. So I have to take it very easy. I'm only 31 weeks.. much too early to deal with that stuff.

Oh I can't believe I havent had the time to update this blog but I passed the 3 hour glucose test. It was miserable as I expected and Jesse and I swore I wasn't going to keep from throwing up that first hour.. but somehow I trudged through it. My numbers didn't go down like they were supposed to, but I wasn't above the limit so they considered me passing. I was so glad. I go to the doctor in a couple of days so I should be able to find out when I get my second ultrasound.

Well the past few days have been so much fun (insert sarcasm in my voice here). My parents have spent the past two nights which has been great, especially because they were so helpful. But the first night they stayed Ariel complained she had a belly ache. I asked if she felt sick and she said no, it just hurt. I gave her a children's pepto tablet and we went to bed. Not even an hour later I wake up to find her sitting there just throwing up everywhere. Poor Jesse woke up and was in a daze. Its like he didn't grasp what was happening then she let out a huge flow of it and he jumps up "OH GOD". lol. So I got her in the bath while he stripped the bed (thank God we use a waterproof mattress cover). After I got her out, I made her and I a little bed on the floor with blankets because since our mattress cover was dirty, I didnt want to risk her getting sick on the bed. Well it's a good thing.. she threw up every 45 mins to an hour from 11:30 pm until 5:30 am. It was so sad to watch. I didn't even sleep. I wanted to be awake to comfort her everytime it happened. She's so brave.. she never cried. She would start to panic and cry and I'd just rub her back and hold her hair and tell her that she was fine and that I was there and her body was just getting rid of a bad germ. The next day she was okay.. ran a fever all day and slept. Only drank gatorade. Then today she woke up begging for popcorn. Nothing else would do. I finally gave in and gave her some and then she threw up on my couch! I felt bad because I actually got mad. Really mad. Not at her.. I know it wasn't her fault, but at the situation that I had to clean my new couch and pray the puke smell didnt stay. She seems okay now. She's eaten chicken noodle soup, drank gatorade, water & sprite and even ate some cheeseburger and fries from McDonalds (her request). So I pray we're over the worst and that Clarity doesnt get it. So far so good *knock on wood*. I despise stomach viruses!

Let's see.. what else. Oh Jesse's looking for another job. We moved all the way over here because they were always sending him this way and we couldnt afford the gas. Now that we're here, I bet you can't guess where he's been being sent to lately. *rolls eyes* Maybe things will work out. I pray so.

Well Patrick is sick. He's in a mental hospital right now being evaluated. They've given us a diagnosis but he wants it to remain confidential and that's his right. The only reason I know is because it needs to go in the girls medical history. The good news is at least someone has finally taken the time to figure it out. I always thought he was doing things for attention or just because... I had no idea he was sick like he is. Things will be okay now that we know what is going on. Not sure when he'll be released (it wont be long) but right now he's only 10 mins from our new place so that helps that mom and dad can stay here and then go visit him during visitation hours. Mom's dealing with a lot right now and it doesnt help my grandma wants to pry and is dying to find out what's going on with him. She's never cared any other time.. why bother now? And her comments about him being on crack certainly dont help. Mom told her we finally have a diagnosis but she doesnt want it spread all over cherokee county. Grandma got all offended.. "oh so I'm going to spread it around?" um... duh. lol. Of course she'd tell Linda and then Linda would tell Ricky and Ricky would tell who he wanted to. It's a vicious cycle. I like how well Grandma kept my pregnancy quiet so I had time to mail my announcements out (they still sit in a drawer.. why bother now that she told everyone). Sorry for my little tirade. Just frustrated that people dont back off and give my family space when we need it.

If you want to help us.. just pray. That's what we need.