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I've been working on making sure we have actual meals lately. Tonight, homemade pizza. Winco stopped selling their pizza dough (Leonardi's isn't there anymore!) so I actually made my own. We'll see how it comes out. It's wheat dough so I dunno... It's a challenge!
Last night, we had ravioli and tortellinis. I didn't make them, actually I didn't even boil them (it was SO nice to wake up from a nap to an almost completely prepared dinner!). I DID fix the sauce up from the nasty canned stuff we had, but Daniel did most of the work. Other recent meals include crispy chicken sandwiches, meatloaf with (homemade) mashed potatoes and (canned) green beans, chicken cordon bleu (yummy), Beef Stroganoff, and French Dip. I'm really truly trying! Oh, Daniel made steak and acorn squash the other day.
Our oven's been in near-constant use, between dinners and muffins (Daniel expressed a desire to have homemade muffins regularly, so I've been keeping a bread bag full of them generally), as well as pumpkin pie ('tis the season!) and candies (again, Daniel's request-fudge and caramels).
Other things I've been keeping up on include dishes and laundry, dr's appts every 2 weeks (ugh), and my dental appointments. Speaking of which, I have another month at least until my dentist thinks my mouth will be healed enough for the replacement teeth. Frustrating as all heck, but at least he's not rushing me through it because as I understand it, then my mouth would heal a different size than my new teeth and I would be in constant pain. Which is kinda what I'm trying to avoid. That, and hideous teeth, of course.
Daniel's been applying all over the place. We really need a more permanent solution than flagging, and we both know it. So we're trying to figure out a solution.
His ex-step-grandmother's husband recently died. I know that sounds bizarre and distant a relation to be concerned about, but Jean-Paul was actually a rather influential person in Daniel's childhood, from what I understand, and he was really upset to hear about his death. Apparently, Nana Betty (my FIL's ex-stepmother who pretty much raised him) isn't doing well either. We're considering postponing the trip we'd planned to make out to NC this spring and making a trip up to Quebec instead. It's difficult to accept, because my mom will just have had the baby and I'll have a 3 month-old and I really don't want to give up any trips out to my parents', but this will likely be the last chance we have to see Nana Betty, and I can't really deny Daniel the opportunity. Especially because BOTH of the family trips we've made since we were married were to my parents' house (admittedly, my dad paid for the first)... Anyway, point is, that's the recent thought process. I still haven't had the guts to talk to my parents about it, and I need to.
My mom was diagnosed recently with placenta previa, meaning that the placenta is under the baby just above her cervix. This can be potentially hazardous to mommy and baby, but has been diagnosed early. I guess 90% of the women diagnosed before week 20 improve naturally over time, and the placenta just sort-of shifts upward on its own (with lots of bedrest, that is). My mom says that things appear to be better at this time, but she has an appointment ... today? ... to check and make sure all is well. We've been praying for her and the baby. Worst likely scenario is that the previa continues and they have to do a c-section.
Anyway, most likely case scenario is that my mom finds out that everything's much better at the u/s. I say that as in statistically as well as simply my mom's recent symptoms.
Blah blah blah I'm going off about this a little too much, eh? Everything with MY pregnancy is going well, despite the occasionally tweak of surrealism at knowing that I'm pregnant at the same time as my mom and that both of my children are older than one of their aunt/uncles. It's weird, right? Not a BAD thing, but definitely weird. Daniel just doesn't get how I can be so complacent about it, but my mom's been having kids all my life. I didn't entirely expect her to stop just because I started having kids, even though it's been years since William was born...
Anyway, I'm talking a lot... Just rambling, I guess.
I had a really weird dream last night. Maybe I'll blog about it. For now, I need to work on dinner. Take care all.
Last night, we had ravioli and tortellinis. I didn't make them, actually I didn't even boil them (it was SO nice to wake up from a nap to an almost completely prepared dinner!). I DID fix the sauce up from the nasty canned stuff we had, but Daniel did most of the work. Other recent meals include crispy chicken sandwiches, meatloaf with (homemade) mashed potatoes and (canned) green beans, chicken cordon bleu (yummy), Beef Stroganoff, and French Dip. I'm really truly trying! Oh, Daniel made steak and acorn squash the other day.
Our oven's been in near-constant use, between dinners and muffins (Daniel expressed a desire to have homemade muffins regularly, so I've been keeping a bread bag full of them generally), as well as pumpkin pie ('tis the season!) and candies (again, Daniel's request-fudge and caramels).
Other things I've been keeping up on include dishes and laundry, dr's appts every 2 weeks (ugh), and my dental appointments. Speaking of which, I have another month at least until my dentist thinks my mouth will be healed enough for the replacement teeth. Frustrating as all heck, but at least he's not rushing me through it because as I understand it, then my mouth would heal a different size than my new teeth and I would be in constant pain. Which is kinda what I'm trying to avoid. That, and hideous teeth, of course.
Daniel's been applying all over the place. We really need a more permanent solution than flagging, and we both know it. So we're trying to figure out a solution.
His ex-step-grandmother's husband recently died. I know that sounds bizarre and distant a relation to be concerned about, but Jean-Paul was actually a rather influential person in Daniel's childhood, from what I understand, and he was really upset to hear about his death. Apparently, Nana Betty (my FIL's ex-stepmother who pretty much raised him) isn't doing well either. We're considering postponing the trip we'd planned to make out to NC this spring and making a trip up to Quebec instead. It's difficult to accept, because my mom will just have had the baby and I'll have a 3 month-old and I really don't want to give up any trips out to my parents', but this will likely be the last chance we have to see Nana Betty, and I can't really deny Daniel the opportunity. Especially because BOTH of the family trips we've made since we were married were to my parents' house (admittedly, my dad paid for the first)... Anyway, point is, that's the recent thought process. I still haven't had the guts to talk to my parents about it, and I need to.
My mom was diagnosed recently with placenta previa, meaning that the placenta is under the baby just above her cervix. This can be potentially hazardous to mommy and baby, but has been diagnosed early. I guess 90% of the women diagnosed before week 20 improve naturally over time, and the placenta just sort-of shifts upward on its own (with lots of bedrest, that is). My mom says that things appear to be better at this time, but she has an appointment ... today? ... to check and make sure all is well. We've been praying for her and the baby. Worst likely scenario is that the previa continues and they have to do a c-section.
Anyway, most likely case scenario is that my mom finds out that everything's much better at the u/s. I say that as in statistically as well as simply my mom's recent symptoms.
Blah blah blah I'm going off about this a little too much, eh? Everything with MY pregnancy is going well, despite the occasionally tweak of surrealism at knowing that I'm pregnant at the same time as my mom and that both of my children are older than one of their aunt/uncles. It's weird, right? Not a BAD thing, but definitely weird. Daniel just doesn't get how I can be so complacent about it, but my mom's been having kids all my life. I didn't entirely expect her to stop just because I started having kids, even though it's been years since William was born...
Anyway, I'm talking a lot... Just rambling, I guess.
I had a really weird dream last night. Maybe I'll blog about it. For now, I need to work on dinner. Take care all.