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Name: Rebecca
Country: United States
State: Texas
Birthday: 9/25/1979
Gender: Female
Interests: God
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Occupation: Medical
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1/5/2006
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| I'm trying to be good and get back on track with the exercising. The 4 weeks of 10-12 hr days kind of got me off my routine, but now that I am working a normal schedule (praise the Lord), I've actually had the energy to resume my mile walks. So it's been sprinkling off and on all day, but the sun was shining, Jackson had some energy needing to get burned off, and Ben wasn't going to be home for about 45 min. I thought it would be good to go walk in the neighborhood. I walk a loop twice around which is about a mile. About 1/2 way around the loop it started sprinkling, then really raining. Jackson was pulling at the leash trying to run home, and I tried running and made it about 100'. I don't advise trying that at 31 weeks pregnant. So we had to walk the 1/4 mile home and got pretty wet. Now as I sit here 10 minutes later, it's sunny again. I think I'll stay inside though and just try again tomorrow.
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| Warning: some whining to follow... So 2 weeks ago my job duties changed drastically. I work for a home health company, and most of our PT business in doing home visits with people immediately after knee or hip replacement surgery. I had been working in the Wellcare center in an assisted living facility, which mostly consists of balance and general conditioning as a preventative treatment with the elderly, to keep them from falling and breaking a hip and keeping them independent for as long as possible to keep them from the nursing home. The Wellcare center involved patient care from 9-12 and 1-5 because you cannot interfere with meal time. Home visits can be done whenever the patient is willing to let you come, although most wouldn't want to start before 8am. My boss approached me maybe 6 weeks ago with the idea to put me out in the field because I would be seeing fewer patients a day, and would have a break during the travel time between patients, and would have a more flexible schedule for midwife appointments and also more flexibility for after Micah is born. This was supposed to make my pregnancy easier, and since I'm now at 28weeks, that sounded good to me. I was getting a little burned out at the Wellcare with the high case load and the frustration that can go with working with pt's with dementia, or that are just so old they only have the potential to improve so much. Anyway, it sounded like a good idea to me so the switch took place 2 weeks ago. I do love the one on one time in the patient's home, the progress I see each time, and driving around the East Texas countryside in a company car is kind of nice. The problem is the time factor. I don't know if the switch just happened to occur at a super busy time, but I'm struggling. For the past 2 weeks I've been leaving the house at 7:30am and getting home no earlier than 6 and as late as 7:45. That's all patient care, eating from my lunchbox between houses, and the occasional quick potty stop at a gas station or fast food place. Needless to say, I am TIRED. I can't really do anything after I get home because I'm exhausted, and for the first time in my life I have cankles! They went down over this weekend and I have my normal, slender ankles as I sit here, but I expect them to swell back up tomorrow. When I get over-tired, I get really cranky and depressed. So I haven't been my normal, pleasant self for the past few weeks. Poor Ben. He has the patience of a saint with me, but he has laid down the law and insists that I talk to my boss this week since the reality of the new position is not what was presented to me and I cannot consistantly work 10-12 hour days in my 3rd trimester. I'm not really the best at sticking up for myself, I tend to let people walk on me. I've definitely improved over time, but I'm not good at confrontation at all. I really want to stay in the field and not go back to assisted living, I just need a lighter case load. I should be getting home at 4:30 instead of 7. So I'm nervous about Tuesday morning when I will be in the office for case conference. I keep hoping and praying that she will be receptive and able to accomodate my needs without taking be off the road. There is one bright spot in the last 2 weeks. Since I was really tired and stressed last weekend, we decided to play hooky from church and have a true sabath. We slept in, had a nice breakfast, took Jackson to Faulkner park to walk around the lake and run around on the soccer fields, had lunch at Fat Catz Louisianna Kitchen, went to the Tyler Art Museum, and then went back home and had some friends over for dinner. That was such a great, relaxing day. | | |
| Today was, how to say it, crappy. Yeah, just plain crappy. First of all I'm on my way to getting sick with a painful, dry cough. When I got in the car to go to work, it was making a strange whirring sound, and then a mile down the road a gross, burning rubber smell started, so I turned around and came home to wait for Ben to get back from his morning bus run and take me into work. The plan was that I would shuffle my patients around and leave by 2 so he could get back for his afternoon drive. Well, aparently the gas sensor is not working properly in the green car because we ran out of gas on the way to work. It was right near a gas station and some nice fellows stopped and helped push the car the rest of the way. So I got to work about 20 minutes late, and then had multiple patients refuse treatment for one reason or another. But I managed to get finished in time for Ben to pick me up at 2. He told me he had been repainting the changing table for the nursery and the spray paint was really watery and was all drippy, so he has to re-sand and re-paint with another brand of paint. Then on the way to drop him off at work he got a call from the credit union saying that we were missing car payments from August and September. What?! I check the bank statements every month to make sure everything is paid, and I know that we haven't missed any, and Ben is trying to tell the woman that it's a mistake on their part. So I got back home and checked our statements, and yes they were all payed. So he gets to call them back and deal with it tomorrow. Once I picked Ben back up from work and got home and took a walk in the neighborhood I started to feel better. Our mechanic friend is coming over later this evening to look at the car, and I put on my new sock monkey slippers and I am eagerly awaiting the season premier of The Biggest Loser. So at least the day is ending on a good note.  These make me smile!
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| For awhile I have been feeling things that I thought may have been baby movements, but the end of last week I was sure. Now I can feel Micah move every day. It is just a little blip- like he's flicking me from inside. It's reassuring knowing that he is in there moving around. Having the tendency toward fear I have to consistently keep my worry of miscarriage under control, but God has been gracious with that. Being back at work and busy all day, I can't pay attention as much, so at the end of the day I may not have felt him move, but then I usually do within a few hours of leaving work and I can have confidence that he is ok.
Usually I will have very mild braxton-hicks contractions each day, but last night I had a big one as I was going to bed. First it felt like if you ate something bad and really have to go to the bathroom- pressure in the lower abdomen, then the pressure moved to the low back and my inner thigh started to cramp, and then it felt like a strong period cramp. I laid down on my side and tried to relax everything, like a good student of Dr. Bradley should. It helped, but it was work to stay focused. Micah was moving alot when it was happening- probably trying to fight against all the squeezing. I think Ben and I are going to need to start practicing the Bradley relaxation on a regular basis if that couple of minutes was a preview of what labor is going to be like. I was pretty uncomfortable, but manageable if I could stay focused and relaxed.
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| I am so happy to have a day off today. I'm slowly recovering from vacation, which was good, but not entirely restful. Ben is in Arlington recording 2 new songs today, so I've just been puttering around today, doing a few errands, watching the Iron Chef marathon, working out. It has really been lovely. So I always try to have a few New Year's resolutions/goals. I really felt motivated to start on Sunday when we got back from our trip. I have always been a procrastinator and that is something that I intend to work on more purposefully this year, so it didn't really make sense to wait until today to start  . I'm trying to step back and evaluate the situation when I am tempted to put something off. Is there a good reason to wait, or am I just being lazy? So far I've been pretty proud of myself. I am praying that God will help me to continue and change this part of my life that has bothered me for so long. My other goal for this year is to learn to knit. Mom and Abby are both so skilled at knitting, and the one time I knit a scarf I really enjoyed it. I used to be more creative and crafty, and I would like to get back to that. That's it for today. I hope everyone has a lovely 2009. | | |
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