I hate Mondays. Today was so long and stressful. The neighbors stupid dog barked for hours waking me up (I'm getting so sick of that dog.) Then John had speech therapy which went really well. A student came along today to observe and Bella LOVED that because she got lots of special attention from her. John's doing really well with speech and is finally cooperating with us during her visits. He can identify all of his major body parts now too.
Then I had an OB appointment. It also went well. My weight stayed the same, no loss so I don't have to get a feeding tube. I actually considered putting rocks in my pocket to add weight, lol. So we keeping everything as is for now, I still would love to get rid of the PICC though. Then we went to get my PICC dressing changed. My arm is getting worse and the rash is starting to get dangerously close to the insertion site, not good. So I'm going back Wednesday to get it changed again and if it's any closer they're going to switch to a gauze dressing (which makes me a little nervous really) and that would have to be changed daily meaning Corey would have to learn to do it.
Bella was something else at the homehealth clinic, she sat right next to me and talked to the nurse the whole time. She seriously didn't stop talking for more than a second and she talked about EVERYTHING. She had a toy lion with her so first she identified every body part of the lion. Somehow we got to John has a penis, and daddy does too. Then I have privates (while she points them out.) Then she talked about her nipples, mommy's boobies and many other things. She told about how John threw up on his jammers and she threw up on her pillow. The nurse and I just sat there laughing and Bella just kept whipping it out.
One thing about this pregnancy remains the same as my others (other than being sick) and that is my safe food trends. Meaning what foods I can actually eat, and while the foods aren't the same the pattern is. I can eat one thing (and usually only one thing) for about a week, during that week it's great and yummy and doesn't make me sick. Then suddenly it becomes evil, the thought of it makes me gag and I don't touch it again (although sometimes they come back.) A few weeks ago it was cheese, last week lasagna and now sushi. Seriously who would have thought sushi (nothing raw of course because I don't do raw anything) but I am loving my sushi. I'm eating all I can tolerate because I'm sure it won't last too long, and I really like it.