So things are cruising along (barring some wicked headaches), feeling good, still somewhat fitting into my clothes. I've told my boss at this point and all is well. We haven't been doing a lot of anything except for looking at houses and I am still running.
Our 2 year anniversary was on 11/15/2010 so we decide to make a day in Maine. We head up to Kennebunkport to hit 2 galleries we like and then plan was to hit this place in Kittery Point on the water to eat. Both galleries are closed - BUST but its OK, I really didn't need the giant portrait of a hunting dog either. We head down the water to get to Chauncey Creek Lobster Pot (I had googled their fall hours and it said till 7). We head down around 4pm and since I go to bed early, we thought we could have the early bird special. BUST again, its closed, locked up tight. We have to laugh and continue on down the coast. We end up at Captain Patti's restaurant on the water. We are the youngest in there by 30 years but they have lobster and ice cream and that is all I care about. We caught an amazing sunset and had a nice dinner where we were back in Salem by 7pm and asleep by 8pm. Oh how my life has already changed. Saturday night and I am in my jammies at 7pm. The next night we see the King's of Leon at the Boston Garden with Lucy and Tate. We meet before for some North End yummies. Concert was great, albeit strange being there sober. I swear we had the drunkest girl in Boston behind us. She fell over on her head multiple times. Her friends were really good sports holding her up the whole time and I am sure she had no recollection of what concert she was at. Hysterical!
Out of no where on the night of 11/17 I am having horrific pains which I chalk up to a eating something bad. This started around 4 and walking around the block 2 times does nothing. I call my Doctor (who takes an hour and a half to call me back) and she says go to the hospital, it my be your appendix. WHAT? My appendix? Are you nuts? I spend 20 hours in the Salem Emergency room where they have no clue what is going on. I get an IV, some pain drugs that I didn't want (I didn't even take a tylenol for my wicked headaches). The Dr on duty proceeds to tell me his wife is pregnant with triplets and I say oh great! and he says, not great, we are going to selectively abort 2 of them though there were no issues. I thought get him out of my sight. He finally goes off duty and I go in for an MRI at 6:30 am. Good times, what the heck! I can't have a sip of beer but you can fill me with drugs and send me into an electromagnetic box for an hour. Really this doesn't make sense to me. At 11am the on duty OB Dr. comes in and says, it was my fibroids acting up and we can give you some narcotics to take the edge off. Well I could have told you I had a fibroid the size of a golf ball, you all suck! It was a horrendous experience starting with me waiting in a dirty waiting room while people with colds got seen first and being there 20 hours for something I knew about all along. Trusty husband has been up all night in a chair. I had jury duty that next day but since I couldn't walk I called in and for some reason I got a person and they deferred me. I go home, take half a percocet (though I could have taken 2) and tried to sleep. My OB never calls me to check up, so she's fired. I start searching for a new Doctor. I spent 4 days in bed while Nurse Dave (my husband) brings me cereal and cookies and a stuffed elephant that Colin had given him when he was sick. It went away in 7 days so I was really lucky. I later read that some people's fibroid pain is worse than labor so I am not scared since that was horrendous and I made it through.
The Tuesday before Thanksgiving, I am meant to help host a shower for one of my best friends in CT. Nurse Dave drives me the 3 hours to CT to do this as I am still not 100%. The shower was meant to be a surprise but the night before she was told. I get a text at 10pm the night before saying, "I know". I text her back "you know nothing" and show up at the shower where she greets me at the door. Oh well - it all worked out.
Thanksgiving is on the Thursday and we go from having a houseful to only a few over. I won't get into it but I am not sure why family drama has to start when I am pregnant and not supposed to have stress. The next day our friends from the island call and want to stay the night, since I had all this extra food, it was perfect. We had a tree trimming party and at one point had 14 people in our little living room, 3 dogs and a dog size cat. Now that made it a holiday.
The only bummer is that I was not well enough to run the Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving day. I knew when to call Uncle and knew I shouldn't push it, there would be a million other races to run when I was better.
Photos:
Anniversary dinner in Kittery Point Maine
Month 4 stomach
Mel and Leah at her shower
Dave and Mel on Thanksgiving
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