Stork'd This is what happens if you go Skinny Dipping during Adult Swim at the Gene Pool.

Six weeks and counting. The really anxious pregnancy dreams have started. I remember dreaming a lot about forgetting the baby or losing her after she was born when I was pregnant with Ingrid. Last night featured Peter not coming to the hospital with me, me not being able to get a room in the labor and delivery part of the hospital, but instead in some open area near the cafeteria, someone coming and taking my baby away without me knowing because I had to go to the bathroom so bad and couldn't carry HER. The final crazy was that I actually had a girl instead of a boy and didn't notice until many hours later, which might have been because in my dream I had no idea how I got to the hospital and no recollection of giving birth at all.

Peter was gone for the first half of the week, to Phoenix, and my paranoia was ramped up. I was totally anxious about going into spontaneous labor and having no one at all I could have help me and fretting about what would happen with Ingrid if that did happen. Ingrid missed him terribly, and was crying for him a lot. Yesterday, she wanted to have lunch with daddy and was very sad when we couldn't.

Had another ultrasound yesterday. The young man has flipped into the upside down position, which pleases me and my chiropractor. We were unsure whether he was going to have an easy time of it, because my hips have been all out of whack from my knee injury and the limping that has ensued.

My body has been aching so much, and my fingernails have been brittle and my voice hoarse, so I talked to my doctor today. He was ready to not make any changes to my thyroid meds, because the level was JUST within range of the labs report of range. But, since I have done my homework, I know that Endocrinologists have a much lower acceptable level and I am well beyond that. So he doubled my dosage and I'll get some more bloodwork done  in 6 weeks. Hopefully that means I will start feeling better soon. My legs have ached so bad in the same sort of way they did before I started getting treated.

I can't wait to meet this little man and to start losing some weight and be able to thoroughly diagnose my knee and feel better. Only slightly over a month to go.

Ingrid made a play of not wanting to got o preschool yesterday, but when Kelly brought out the play-doh, she was a gonner. She didn't care if I was around or not, didn't notice that I left, and was happy as a clam during her class. It doesn't hurt that they do painting a lot in class, as well. It's one of her favorite things to do. Currently, we have her easel in the kitchen and I brought up the paints so that she could paint at home. Shebrought her paint brushes up, and was so excited she couldn't wait for me to be done going to the bathroom. "I need to show you how to paint, mommy!" she kept saying.

It's funny. Aside from yarn art, I'm not really artistic at all. And really yarn art isn't neccessarily artistic the way I do it. All I do is follow a pattern or modify it just slightly to fit the yarn or needles I have available. She must have gotten all her artistic talent from her father. I'm really glad of it. I think it helps with higher thinking skills, especially later on it will.

Speaking of that, I'm also glad she shows some musical inclinations. She sings a lot and plays drums with a decent beat and appears to be interested in the guitar and wind instruments as well. She learns songs reallly fast and comes home from preschool with new ones I've not heard.

Ingrid got a very cute outfit from her Grandpa John for Christmas.  The kicker is, she's been anti-clothes for a while now, so when I tried to put them on her to see what it looked like, she reacted like this...

I mean, it was BAD. And it took her a while after I'd taken the clothes off to settle back down. I'm not sure she's ever had that big  of a meltdown before. But I don't think it was just the clothes on that was the problem. My dad smokes and everything smelled strongly, so I threw them in the wash and put them on her the next day to go to Ikea and she was pretty fine about it.