Christopher Robin

As frustrating as work can be (for anyone) there are bright and shiny moments that seem to brighten the worst of days.  Not that my day on Thursday was super crappy however, I participated in a meeting that afternoon that was nothing less than frustrating.  Post-meeting, I basically threw my arms up and waved the old white flag. 

The silver lining you ask?  Julie, one of my co-workers is like a magical puppy-- capable of sensing other humans' emotions.  Reading my cues during the Thursday shitstorm (a.k.a. meeting), Julie called me after work to see how I was-- she KNEW I was annoyed and ready to throw in the towel.  This morning, she greeted me with two of my favorite things:  a bottle of Perrier and some dark chocolate.  Julie fucking rocks.  Additionally, she had written down one of her favorite quotes:

"Promise me you'll always remember:  You're braver than you believe, and smarter than you think and stronger than you seem." -- Christopher Robin.

What a breath of fresh air amongst a cloud of fart dust.

In other news, I spent Thursday night in the hospital.  Not typically one to air out my dirty health laundry however, it definitely threw a wrench in the bike chain in my pregnancy.  After work (the shitstorm meeting day) Chris and I went to his evening dentist appointment and concluded our dental date at Taco Express.  Romantic, I know.  Tamales and Novocaine.

When we got home I noticed quite a bit of blood upon a bathroom visit.  I immediately thought to myself, "What did I do today that could have caused this?"  I try (with the help of my therapist's behavioral modification exercises) to be logical and rational..... often not succeeding.  I was calm and asked Chris what may be causing the bleeding.  A few Google searches later, we were directed to calling the doctor.  The doctor recommended a trip to the hospital.  Great.

I arrived at Good Samaritan Hospital around 7:30 PM-- thinking it would only be a few hours, then head home.  After getting hooked up to a fetal (not fecal) monitor, I was apparently having contractions on top of the bleeding.  I couldn't feel the contractions-- which is apparently normal at 30 weeks.  They decided to keep me overnight to observe me and baby.  Through the night the contractions stopped however, the bleeding didn't.  I was discharged late Friday morning with directions to take it easy-- light duty essentially.

Still unsure of what caused the bleeding (which finally stopped on Saturday), I definitely was scared.  I guess I still am-- actually, I am more curious of what is going on in "there."  Baby Willis is sure making a racket.... just like his dad.

Upon being discharged, I went home for a while and determined I would resume my weekend as planned-- heading back to The Mitten for my baby shower.  (Chris was to spend his weekend with the dog in Wisconsin).  I made the 4-hour trek back to America's High Five and had a lovely shower on Saturday. 

My twin sister, mom and two aunts did a great job hosting the shower.  The guests and I enjoyed a delicious lunch and then opened a TON of presents.  I feel so blessed-- baby Willis will be nothing short of loved.  I swear, Carrie should go into event planning.

Another reason why my weekend was delightful-- GRETA.  She celebrated her 1st birthday on Friday.  I can't believe it's been one year since she was borked from the unicorn forest.  Favoring all things Ewok, Greta loves to "cruise around" while holding an item in her hand.  Her favorite items to hold?  Paper, a graham cracker, a sock, actually..... she'll hold anything.  Greta also loves to clap her hands and play the "Where's Pepe?" game.  Pepe = my dad.... pronounced "Pip-pee."

Greta's hair is magically soft and her feet are super porky.  In fact, I'm surprised my sister can find shoes for the kid.  Her feet are as wide as they are long as they are thick.  Kind of like a tuna can or a circle.