I ended up doing a lot of writing last week which was terrific. I’ve not written since Friday, though, as Ty Gurney is here and kids had sports on Saturday, I had the Northwest Women’s Show yesterday, and then today was heavy with doctor appointments but I’m looking forward to returning to my desk tomorrow to get going on the next chapter. My friend, author Megan Crane, has read the first three chapters of Shey’s book and loved them so I’m hoping others will, too. I have a good feeling about this book and hope I’ll be making good progress the rest of the week as baby Mac arrives in a month or less.
Today’s doctor’s appointments went so well, too. Mac put on over 3 1/4 lbs in the last three weeks bringing him to a very healthy, normal 6 1/2 lb weight. He’d been so small and now he sounds so great. I have been beaming all day, so relieved, so grateful, so happy. This little boy clearly has his own methodology going and is still very breech so we might be scheduling me for a c-section for end of the month or early May. I go in next Tuesday to decide if we’re going to even try to turn him in, or just go for the c-section. My only concern with trying to turn him is that sometimes it results in an emergency c-section and Surfer Ty will be in Hawaii next weekend when they want to do it, and I don’t want to deliver Mac without him here. We’ve waited so long for this baby that I want both of us present. It’ll be a big day and I just feel more relaxed and confident when Ty’s with me.
But it’s good, all good, even the grumpy bumpy moments. I’ve laughed more in the past two days than I have in weeks. Surfer Ty is so funny. I love his sense of humor. Baby Mac better have one, too, or he’s going to feel left out.
By the way, the maternal/fetal specialist told me to keep doing whatever it was I’ve been doing the past 3 weeks because Mac was looking so good, and I couldn’t tell the doctor what I’ve been doing. I told Ty, though. I’ll tell you.
It’s the Peeps.
Both Julie in Duvall and Latesha in NJ have spoiled me with gifts of Peeps and I eat them. I have anywhere from 4-6 Peeps a day. In fact, just when Julie’s gift was down to 2 small stale Chicks, a box arrived from New Jersey filled with fresh Peeps. God truly smiled on me that day. And now look at Mac. 6 1/2 lbs of sugar coated Peeps.
Lucky Mac. Lucky Mom.