I'll start with the good:
BUMBLEBEE IS PERFECT! Well, so far as a fancy sonogram machine and experienced technician can tell us. Heart, brain, kidneys, bladder, chubby wubby cheeks.....all present and accounted for. Everything that needed to be checked out checked out very well, and there's nothing like getting to watch your baby move in utero for 25 minutes straight while your husband who swears he's scared to death of little girls looks on in awe. She's already about 1lb, 11oz and measuring about a week ahead of her estimated due date. And yes, she's still a girl, no new growths since we last checked. I'm so grateful for this very good news. And I'll upload a picture asap.
And now for the bad:
I guess I can quit worrying about catching the flu now, because I now have the damn flu. Yes, quite possibly the swine flu. I don't really even want to talk about it other than to say it sucks, I'm more than a little annoyed that all of my neurotic anti-flu tactics accounted for nothing in the end, and I'm on Tamiflu. I've just had to quit reading all the back and forth debate about which is more harmful to my sweet innocent Bumblebee- the flu dragging on for weeks and invading my lungs and killing me ... or taking the damn under-researched, maybe-safe Tamiflu that should shorten the flu and keep me from developing scary complications. I'm not pleased with either option, quite frankly, but the ($70!) Tamiflu seems the lesser of two evils and was my doctor's recommendation. So here I am, all happy to be home and snuggle with my boys, quarantined to the guest room with a tiny television and box of Kleenex as company instead. You suck, flu. Please send your "healthy A & J" prayers now. Obviously I am most concerned about the little Mister catching this, so if you see me in the next week or so (which you WON'T unless you're in my house), don't be surprised if I'm wearing a mask and my hands are scrubbed raw.
As for the weekend, it was all good, even the game. Wait, no. Not the first half of the game. That pretty much sucked and I would have taken a nap if 73,000 screaming people and sitting on chilly metal bleachers were conducive to naps. But the Pack woke up at halftime and gave us reason for hope and cheering, even if the ending was not how we'd have liked it. The very best part of the trip, though? Really had nothing to do with football. Or donuts or Dramamine or "stiiiinkin craaaap". It was seeing mom and dad and Megan and Michael and Nikki and EVERYONE else that hopped aboard the fun bus for a really great day. Love yall!
Here are a few pictures from happier, pre-flu times.
All the bus riders: a big, fun group of family and dealership friends
Megan, mama, me, Nikki
Welcome to Lambeau, Bumblebee!
Me, brother Michael, sister Megan. I know black isn't a Packer color. One, I was cold. Two, put a jersey on a pregnant lady and the effect is more "linebacker" than "cute fan". Black coat it is.