So this week I crashed a funeral of someone I never met, went to Ken's 20 year high school reunion (I was 10 when he graduated), took Madeleine to the doctor for her peeing everywhere, took myself to the doctor for having contractions after having been kicked accidentally in the stomach, and tomorrow I'm taking John Paul to the doctor.
The funeral was my mom's best friend from grade school's mom. My grandma and Aunt drove up from Alabama for it too, and my Aunt and cousin drove down from Michigan. It was really great to see them AND to meet my mom's friend again, whom I hadn't seen since I was 21 months old and she babysat for me while my mom went to the hospital to have my brother.
Ken's reunion was in serious need of an event planner. It was supposed to be a family picnic, indoor/outdoor, with face painting and games, etc. It was supposed to be from 12:30-5. We had decided to get there at 12:30 and hopefully only stay for an hour, eat, see some people and get home for naps. Unfortunately, we got there and drove around for 30 minutes before we even saw anyone. It was 95 degrees and extremely humid out. At one point Madeleine had to get out of the car and pee in the grass behind the school. (She said, "I'm so excited to go pee pee in the grass!") We finally saw some people congregating around the door around 1. We put the starving, tired kids in the double stroller, hoping to have lunch, and then proceeded to take an HOUR LONG tour of the non air-conditioned school. John Paul pretty much cried the entire time. Then we went outside under this concrete canopy and they took several class pictures. It was pouring down rain so they finally went to get the boxed lunches and we all ate, standing up, under the canopy. We finally got home around 3 and everyone slept till 5:30.
Madeleine has been totally potty trained since December, with almost zero accidents, and never an accident at night. So in the past few weeks when she started peeing everywhere, I got a little concerned. I decided to call the doctor and see what he said. The nurse thought she might have a bladder infection and we haven't got those test results back yet. But the doctor said most likely she is going through a developmental stage where she doesn't listen to her body's signals and then her bladder wins out every time. He said just make sure we're reminding her to go and making her sit on the potty during the day, and possibly have her wear pull ups at night for a while. I told her that if she peed in her bed again, she was going to start wearing pull ups to bed. Hm... she hasn't had an accident since.
So yesterday afternoon, the kids and I went swimming and Madeleine accidentally kicked me hard in the stomach. It hurt but I thought I was fine. This morning at 5:30 I woke up having severe cramping that felt like contractions. I was a little scared but got up and they kind of went away. Then when I got up for the morning again they started up again. It hurt so bad I could hardly stand up. So I called the doctor and she wanted me to come in and get hooked up to a monitor for awhile to check on contractions and the baby. I decided to go in at 3, since that was best for us (we got naps in) and my mom who babysat the kids. By then I was feeling much better but decided to go anyway. I had no contractions and he had a very strong heartbeat (actually the first nurse couldn't even find his heartbeat for 10 minutes, and had to call another nurse in, who found it immediately. That was fun.) So I'm glad everything is ok. She said that the kick could have caused the contractions and I should take it easy for a few days. Oh I also had THE. WORST. HEARTBURN I've ever experienced last night. I took several tums and they didn't do a thing. I finally took a zantac, and another one at 2:30 am, and that helped. Man, that was no fun. Hopefully this kid is getting all his high maintenance stuff out now, and he'll be the perfect child when he's born. A girl can dream, right?
John Paul goes to the doctor tomorrow for his 15 month appointment. Then I think we'll take it easy for the rest of the day.