The Cahill's

My activities over the last three days have been centered around a very sick husband. Waking up Tuesday morning, he sat down at the breakfast table only to realize that his stomach wanted no part of the scrambled eggs, fruit and quick bread. He decided he was sick, called work to let them know and then crawled back into bed.

He’s a pitiful little invalid and doesn’t like to be all alone. So I read to him, take him on little walks, join him for a nap or let him sit in a comfy chair and watch me while I do some necessary household chore. We also watched two movies together – a good way to pass time when you have no energy to do anything.

I expected to come down with the illness at any time, but surprisingly it never hit. I told Brian that it must be because I’m taking prenatal vitamins and he’s not. He didn’t eat much over the duration of the illness, but despite his weakened condition he managed to help me with a few manly chores and we went in for early voting.

During this time we were supposed to have a home visit from the midwife. We decided not to share the wealth however, so I went to their place instead – leaving Brian to entertain himself for a couple of hours. All checked out well at the appointment except the baby has turned around and is now breach. The midwife told me a few things to try and make it turn, one of which is to play music through headphones down where I want to head. She said it’s worked for several other mothers – apparently the baby likes the music and wants to get closer.

So here I am trying it out while typing at the computer. Someone gave me several “baby” music CD’s to play for Tadpole so I’m trying them out. There has been a little movement in there – maybe Tadpole is dancing!

Valentines day started out with a heart and message in soap on the mirror for Brian to see when he got up to study (I wrote it during the night on one of my pilgrimages to the bathroom).

The next surprise hit Brian when he got to work. The day before I smuggled some decorations to one of his co-workers who put them up after Brian left work. Apparently several of the staff got involved in the whole decorating scheme and had quite a bit of fun!

The airplane had a latex glove labeled “palm pilot” and the giant kiss had banana bread inside – Brian’s favorite!

Some of the workers stopped by during the day and asked if it was his birthday or something. Brian told then it was Valentines, of course. Then they would ask how long Brian had been married.

When Brian got home we went running/biking and had a heart shaped pizza for dinner. I also cut his hair.

Brian then suggested we go clean up the office – so we took a late night run to the building, took pictures, and cleaned up. The we walked around outside, looking at the horses lit up for the night, and sat there in the gorgeous evening and enjoyed each others company.  Finally we headed home – a great day!

Looks like slow and steady wil win the race – I’m only 1 pound behind Brian now! Boy, should have eaten more for dinner last night.

I had my midwife appointment yesterday and everything is checking out well. The little mover was a lot more cooperative for the heartbeat check but its squirming always makes the midwife laugh when she tries to check its positioning.

I can tell that the baby is getting bigger the little hard spot near my belly button has grown. I’ve learned that the hard spot is the baby’s bottom and I can take it and wiggle it, making the rest of the body move – of course the baby can retaliate by putting pressure on my bladder….

I finished up the rocking chair on Saturday – the weather was perfect! I put several coats of varnish on and now it sits, ready for use. I’m looking at making a pillow for the seat out of the leftover quilt material. I have yet to decide if I’ll do a quilt block or just a plain cushion.

I’m also trying to decide which book I’d like to read during my recovery after the birth – Ben-Hur or Les Miserables; any votes or recommendations?

And finally, Brian wanted me to put this picture up. I was making little pizzas and when I took the pan out of the oven one of the pizzas left sauce on my belly and I didn’t even notice! When called to eat, Brian dutifully informed me of my condition (not without some laughter). This belly gets itself into all kinds of messes now – guess I should put on an apron every time I enter the kitchen!