Things here that are good:
I’m healthy. As far as I know the baby is fine. I’m pretty sure it is because I’m 90% sure I felt it move this past weekend. At first I thought I must be imagining it (15 weeks is awfully early), but then there was the sensation of a trout doing a flop in my belly. Not a goldfish as I’ve read elsewhere, a trout. My digestive system has never felt like a trout before.
J and I had a really nice weekend doing absolutely nothing but watching movies and the 3rd season of Gilmore Girls (probably why I felt the baby, I was relaxed and sprawled out for hours). Although we’re both generally home evenings and weekends, we’re both busy with house stuff, so spending the time actually together (even if it was mostly just staring at the TV) was good.
Renos on the house are coming along, although slowly.
Summer has actually started. Including a very thunderstormy weekend (leading to the time spent watching TV).
Things that aren’t so good at the moment:
The main reason J and I did nothing over the weekend was because neither of us felt great. I’m not sure what my problem was. I threw up a couple of times, and generally felt yucky, but not super-bad, no fever or anything, so I don’t know if it was some sort of pregnancy malaise or a mild virus. I’m fine now. J, on the other hand, was really not feeling well. After a couple of Drs appointments on Saturday and today, he’s going for a sigmoidoscopy tomorrow. Fortunately they won’t be going in too far so he doesn’t need to purge his system before hand. However, unfortunately he will not be sedated for this.
My last surviving grandparent, my dad’s dad, has decided to die. He’s almost 92. He’s been in a senior’s home for the past couple of months, and in the hospital for about a month before that while waiting for space in the senior’s home, but before that he was still living at home. He did have a nurse come help him bathe, and Meals-On-Wheels brought him his food, but he’s done very well at staying healthy until now. His health has really started to decline and Drs have tried to fix the problems that have cropped up, but he’s had enough. He’s refusing blood tests that they recommend, and not eating or drinking much. 7 out of his 8 kids live relatively close to him, and I get the impression that they feel he’s still capable of making his own decisions, and that if his decision is that he’s had enough, well then they’ll just go with it. I agree with them. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck. He lives a province away from me and I don’t intend to go for “one last visit”. He’s in pretty bad shape already and is the type that doesn’t like to be fussed over. He won’t be hurt that I’m not coming. My dad is the one child that lives far away from him and he’s even debating whether he wants to do “one last trip”.
So life it good and not so good. That’s just how it goes though, isn’t it.
UPDATE: J’s sigmoidoscopy went fine. His problem is what we suspected, nothing that some medication and warm baths won’t help, but still, with how bad his symptoms were our minds just started worrying about the worst.
