Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Sick day

I always thought the hardest part of pregnancy (for me) would be dealing with headaches.

I have had headaches for as long as I can remember, and have been on all sorts of medication for them. When Andy and I got married, I weaned myself off the meds and just took Excedrin or Excedrin PM when I got a headache. Since that obviously can't happen when you're pregnant, I thought it would be tough to survive headaches sans Excedrin.

As it turns out, I've only had two really bad headaches while pregnant. (yay!)

What I have had (and am on my third one) are sinus infections and most recently, a really bad viral infection. This thing has knocked me flat on my back - I have stopped working and been in bed or on the couch for almost two weeks now. Coughing, hacking, draining, you name it - it's happening at our house, and I'm not a happy camper about it.

Especially because the dead moths just continue to pile up. Ugh.

Wish me well soon. I hate looking outside at the sun and wishing I could be out there, when instead I'm lying on the couch surrounded by piles of tissue, hugging a humidifier.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Which is better?

On Saturday, I set out to conquer our moth problem once and for all. They are ONLY in our entryway (unless we leave the door open between the entryway and the house), and they cover that room. On any given night, there must be at least two to three dozen moths hanging around.

Gross.

So, on Saturday, armed with the vacuum cleaner hose, I started sucking them up. One, two, three, thwump, thump, thwump, they all went in. I must have vacuumed two dozen moths before satisified I got them all.

Not so.

I tuned around to put away the vacuum, and heard tiny moth wings beating behind me - five more had just appeared! I proceeded to suck them up, and turned to put away the vacuum once more.

And they just kept coming back. They crawled out of the window, I'm guessing from somewhere in the depths of our shoe cabinet, which I opened, and sucked out the moths I could see in there. I think one of them laid eggs that stay dormant all year and hatch in the spring. They flew everywhere, attacking me - flying at my head, beating their tiny, grossy, dusty moth wings at me, as if they were ready for war.

In hindsight, I realized I was attacking them after all - why wouldn't they attack back? Maybe because it's not their house! They don't pay rent - I do!

Still - gross.

So I bought a bug bomb so we could fog the place. Andy set it on Monday, and I came home to four moths in that room - all of them dead, and now I'm finding dead moths everywhere.

So you tell me - which is better? Dozens upon dozens of live moths, or stepping on a dead moth and getting moth dust on your bare foot?

I'll say it again: gross.

Monday, June 1, 2009

A friday surprise (kind of)

On Friday, here is what we learned about Baby Ahlstrom:

He is a he. That's right, we'll have a mini-Andy in about four months. (I wasn't 100% sure, but had suspected a boy, because everything I'm wearing these days is blue. Weird, but it turned out to be true.)

He is super active - so why is it that I still can't feel him moving? Something to do with the thickness of my placenta. (um...what?) Hopefully he'll move soon. You'd think with Andy tapping my stomach and commanding him to move all morning would work, but not yet. I guess this kid has already decided to show us his rebellious side.

His brain, heart, and facial structure look great.

All his measurements are average (good), which the doctor said was great. Andy was all, "Just average?" And I was like, "Dude, at this point, I do NOT want our kid to be above average size, because I'm the one who has to get him out!" Right? Right.

The real question is this: what in the world do we name him? We had no problem choosing and agreeing on girl names, but we cannot agree on boy names. We need some suggestions! (Real suggestions - this means you, Jon Tolman.)