The spells come almost everyday now. I visit the OB and one happens there. I was thankful that it did so they didn't think I was crazy. Crazy needs validation you know :). This happens about a week before we are supposed to go to the Cayman islands. I am told, the trip is off, there is no way you should be flying until we figure this out. I am stubborn and think, well I COULD try it but even the hubby says, I think we should cool it. For a whole week I work from home and visit the cardiologist every other day for a battery of tests. I had an echocardiogram and wear a holter monitor for 24 hours. I have to say the Cardiology center at North Shore Medical Center is top notch. I am impressed, its a bright light in the dingy, old hospital. The good news is that they find NOTHING wrong with my heart, the bad news is what the heck is going on? Since nothing is wrong technically, I am determined to salvage a vacation, we both need to get out of dodge and at this point so does Baby More. Caymans is cancelled and we loose those tickets. I write it off as its better than having to land the plane in San Juan because I faint or worse. Usually I would have a heart attack about loosing the money. We had miles to Florida so am able to get tickets down there. The good thing about Florida is that we have friends there and can make a last minute trip. My boss is amazing and says, GO! Dave's dad even offers to drive us to the airport after he made the trip to Newport to visit them.
We head down to Islamorada, FL to visit Dave's friend Drew. We called him on a Wednesday and he said, come on down. We get on a direct flight to Miami and it is amazing what the airlines will do to be helpful with a very visibly pregnant woman (who is terrified something is going to happen on the plane). I am pretty sure I scare a few passengers, they are thinking, please don't have the baby on the way to Miami. We got a whole row up front of the plane. Dave promptly falls asleep and I sit up the whole time thinking mind over matter, don't have a spell. At one point I did but since we had a row, I was able to lie down horizontally and get over it in about 20 mins. Long story short, we get to Miami in 1 piece, rent our car and drive the hour and a half to Islamorada. We get there at midnight.
I wake up in Florida to find out that we are in spitting distance from Drew's pool. I spend the day by the pool and Dave and Drew fix a boat (which is right up his ally). I am usually moving 100 miles and hour, I did not move more than a few feet ALL day. I am worried mama isn't going to have enough snacks so later that evening, I venture to the Winn Dixie to get some vittles and a Valentine's card for the hubby. I have a spell there and it takes me an hour to get 2 bags of snacks. I get back to everyone waiting in the street for me (I had forgotten my phone) and we were meant to see Sunset. The good thing about the keys is that everything is 5 minutes away on a straight road. The next 2 days are spent by the pool not doing much. Dave is content to muckle around on the boat and we ride out to toilet bowl alley a couple of times. I bought some beer at the Winn Dixie when I was there for Dave and you know our life is already different when he doesn't even finish a 12 pack and is bed by 11 every night and we sleep until 9.
We head up to Palm Beach Gardens on Wednesday to visit Nikki and Adnane Chalf and their 2 kiddies, Zahra and Ali. This is a whole other Florida experience. The keys are kick backed, sandals and t shirts, PBG reminds me of the Real Housewives of Orange County. They live in a pretty condo surrounded by beautiful trees and shopping malls. We spend a day there then head to Miami. I LOVE MIAMI. Whoever will listen to me, I am always harping about Miami. In my heyday, I would go there with my girls (Mysti or the travel gals) and wear hot pants and heels and strut around the beach. Skin to Win! Now, I am sober as a judge with a 20 pound basketball attached to me, wearing a long moo moo. So yes, the experience is different. We spend an entire 9 hours by the pool at the Four Seasons (downtown, not on the beach). Dave has never been and is amazed with how city it is and the hot people everywhere. Both nights we head down to South Beach to have dinner (after we are told, we'll never get a reservation as the boat show is in town). 1 night in particular is funny as we get a table on Collins Ave at one of the Bice's (on the boardwalk). About 2 doors down from Bice is a bar/restaurant called Planet or something like that. I am wearing a white dress and Dave is sporting his Nantucket Whale shorts. All the boys are staring at Dave and his shorts, we clearly look like WASPy posers. Then I realize the boys are looking at this thin, neatly dressed man because Planet is a gay bar. I am chuckling and Dave suggests we go for a drink (he doesn't realize it) hahahah We make one more pass through and a drag show starts. I get chased or rather Dave is being chased down the side walk by a 300 pound African American drag queen wearing red angel wings and red patten leather heels. Hysterical!
OK enough about our trip, we get home in 1 piece and both salvage tans. The sun helps the spirit so much. We get home on my 36th birthday. I love a Facebook birthday as I get about 100 happy birthdays. Even though I am dead tired from flying, I don't want to stay in so we hit Paradiso with our friends, the Rands. Always good food and 5 minutes from home. I still cannot believe I am 36. Seriously, what the hell! I moved to NY at 25 and fast forward 9 years, I am in the burbs, going to bed at 9pm with my big fat cat, Senor More.
The rest of this month has its ups and downs. I want to keep these postings positive, I will never forget how I was very hurt this month. A girl is just trying to be pregnant and keep a good vibe for baby More. The spells are particularly bad when we get home from FL, thank god I can work at home. I rarely drive or leave the house. On a very positive note, my parents are being more supportive then they have been and Dr. Gennaco gets a big increase to his business.
Dave goes to Lake George to ice fish with some buddies. I am glad he gets a boys weekend but also to have the bed to myself since sleeping is very elusive. I need a crane to turn over.
March is coming and so are the showers! Not rain, but baby!
First is Lucy's shower on Nantucket. I am 1 of the coordinators (I sign myself up for these types of things all the time). We have it at Roberts House and it is a great day, good food, lots or wine for the party girls and lots of loot for Lucy. Lucy and I are 1 week apart and have been able to go through this together. This was one of the easier showers to throw and what is most important is Lucy has no stress.
Onto the next month....
Month 7 photos:
7 month belly
My perch at Drew's
Daddy Dave enjoying a Heineken in the pool
Pierre's at Sunset
The Ice House at sunset
Mel, Dan and Lucy
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