Hanging in there

I wish I was posting that I feel tons better and what happened on Monday was just a fluke, but so far I've just achieved a slightly better handle on the pain, but not any great improvement. My doctor called yesterday to check on me and he said if I'm still in pain by next week, he wants to scan my gall bladder since he's not positive this isn't gallstones/gallbladder blockage. If it ends up being that instead of the rib issue, it's not much better because they would want to wait to remove my gallbladder until after the baby is born. At least I could try to control it with diet? The doctor said he'd be surprised if it's gallstones since I don't fit the profile (generally it happens to fat people with bad diets), but pregnancy hormones can make your gallbladder form stones without dietary influence.

So it still hurts to take a deep breath and eating is iffy. I'm having a really hard time eating a normal sized meal, but the doctor said once the pain is better, my appetite should return. He also assured me that the baby "eats first" and I don't have to worry too much about her, which is comforting. As part of my discharge instructions, I'm supposed to be checking fetal movement hourly (even though the baby was absolutely fine) so I have been sipping sweet drinks hourly because I'm impatient, so she hasn't been completely deprived.

My husband is back at work today, so it's just me and the crazy gang today. Peanut woke up on the annoying side of her kennel.

You're just going to SIT there all day? AGAIN?

I was thinking about taking her to daycare today, but I woke up feeling somewhat barfy from a codeine hangover (apparently I'm a lightweight) and I thought some fresh air would help me. I managed to walk the dog and kid for a mile, but Peanut kept looking back at me like "What is WRONG with you? We don't walk at this slow pace!" so I'm not sure it helped calm her down. I got her this to help her get out some of her energy:

I get to throw Angry Birds in the house!

Does this pig end taste like bacon?

I'm thinking of asking the kids next door if they would play with Peanut if I payed them. That would tire her out without me having to wrestle her into the car and deal with her excitement of going into daycare (sounds like a recipe for pain). Hopefully they'll want to earn a buck and I might even throw in cookies to sweeten the deal.

I can't complain about Faith, as she's actually been really good. Look, she even reminded me that I need to put the salt shaker on the island instead of the kitchen table:

Guess who can pull out chairs now?

Faith also let me try out a new hairstyle on her:

The first time she has ever allowed a barrette to stay in her hair more than 30 seconds

Mommy, I'm not sure I can trust you with my hair

Don't you remember that bang trim incident??

We were really low on fruit and Faith has a deep need for daily berries, so I took her to the store. That may have been a mistake because all that standing and cart pushing was really painful, but I don't feel any worse now that I'm home and resting so that's good. Plus, Faith got to get her favorite lunch of all time (yes, she pretty much gets one every time we go shopping now, but you'd get her one too if you heard her squeal of glee).

LUNCHABLE!!

In other big Faith news, she is officially a big kid now! No, she's not potty trained (she's not interested in that), but we have said good bye to the crib! She got all new furniture delivered yesterday morning, but we haven't painted yet (the furniture came in 2 weeks earlier than anticipated), so here's just the bed:

Finally, room to stretch out!

Ahhh, this is what I've waiting for!

Mommy please, I'm trying to nap.

Faith picked out her own bedding at Target, I'm so proud of the ponies.

We were concerned that the transition would be really hard (we've heard horror stories) but we had one rough nap time yesterday and then bed time was fine and nap time today was fine too. I joked to my husband that this was actually the perfect time to do this transition because I'm not trying to run during nap time and I'm never mad if she interrupts me doing chores or messing around the internet (the more likely option).

We have been really lucky because she doesn't think she can get down from the bed. I spent a lot of time making sure her room was destruction proof, but it's awesome that she just sits in the bed and waits for me to come get her. She climbs in and out of our bed all the time (she likes to "help" wake up my husband on the weekends) so she's capable, but she just hasn't figured that out yet.

Other best part of her new bed? Check out that sweet trundle bed drawer. She is going to love that when she's old enough for sleepovers.

Mommy, can Peanut sleep on the trundle bed? We want to giggle all night together. 

How old were you for your first sleepover? I think I was at least 5 or 6, but I remember them involving lots of Barbies and very little actual sleeping.