One Track Mind Full of Randomness

I haven't posted in a while.  I'll get an idea and then it dissipates.  In all honesty, except for finances, the only thing I think about most days is the baby.  I figure most people don't want to hear all of the day to day fascinating things he does like get crazy active after I eat Dulce de Leche Cheerios, so I keep it to myself.

I just finished the latest Jack Reacher novel by Lee Child.  He's one of my favorite suspense authors and Reacher is maybe my favorite character of all time.  I've loved most of the Reachers.  This is the first of the last few with which I've been completely enthralled.  I read it the time span of noon to 10 pm, including 4 hours of work time and a dinner date with my husband.  It is completely fantastic.  I'm now jonesing for another.

In other news, today is Halloween.  I don't have a wee one to take trick or treating anymore, or yet again.  I'm not doing candy this year, either.  I think I'll save it for next year when I'll have a wee one to dress up in costume to help me dish out the candy.

In news that isn't new, but is overwhelming, I'm sending my thoughts and prayers out to the millions affected by Hurricane/Superstorm Sandy.  The utter devastation is breathtaking.  Seeing the NYC subways filled with water is shocking to me.  I used to ride those regularly and take a car through the tunnels to the airport.  My biggest fear was, "what if there's a crack?"  I'm proud of the staff of Langone and the rescue workers who evacuated patients down 10+ flights of stairs in the dark, keeping them ventilated until they were re-established at Mt. Sinai.  As a NICU staff member, I was especially touched by stories of the babies saved and the heartbreak of their parents who were trapped away from the hospital without power or phone service to even know the fate of their babies.

courtesy WABC and thebump.com

And there my brain goes in a full circle...baby to baby.

AMA

One of the docs at my MFM center is an interesting little man.  Dr. G., who is not a medical examiner, always introduces himself as if I haven't seen him 5 times already.  At the 13-week ultrasound, he reminded me I'm old.  He was discussing the risks for Down Syndrome and other age-related baby issues.  He said something like, "I'm not too worried.  You're young.  Well, you're sort of young."

Today, we had our regularly scheduled anatomy scan.  Baby boy Emory is 19 weeks now, so there was more to see.  I've had 5 medically ordered ultrasounds now, plus the one where I modeled for physicians and one by a friend who's an U/S tech.  Everything looked great today.  Emory continues to be extremely busy.  He also hangs out like his dad...arm stretched across his head.

Dr. G came in after reviewing the scan.  He said everything is great, no need to worry.  Then, he said I should do another in 6 weeks.  It seems that since I'm old, I also have old blood vessels and they need to watch those.  Really?  I'm 38.   I'm not Sarah of the Bible.  I'm sure her blood vessels didn't look great, either.

I have this lovely diagnosis added to my list of asthma, high-risk pregnancy, migraine, etc.  There's one called Advanced Maternal Age.  Fabulous!

Shhhh!

This is more of a thought

I know I can Google and get mostly whatever info I'm searching.  However, that's not exactly my point here.

I had a random thought today, shocking, I know.  Who decided to put a hot dog on a stick, roll it in batter and fry it?  And why call it a Corn Dog?  Yeah, yeah, it's corn breading.  I get that.  But, seriously, why?

Whoever took that and ran with the mustard idea was the genius.

Bizarre Dreams

Throughout my pregnancy, I've had very strange dreams.  I haven't been sleeping well the past few nights.  My restless legs are out of control and I can't take any meds for them until after the baby is born.  I took a Benadryl this afternoon so I could try to sleep a little.  I don't know why, but it worked.

I slept for nearly three hours.  It was good, solid sleep.  When I awoke, I had a distinct memory of this bizarre dream. I had a pet squirrel who wore clothes and she had a ponytail.

She looked a little like this:

courtesy Amberalexander.typepad.com

She wanted to go out on the screened-in porch, which I don't have.  I took her ponytail down and her clothes off so that if she ended up in nature, she'd look like she fit in.  I brushed her "hair".  I had a friend with me, but I don't remember who it was.  This person snapped photos of me and my squirrel so I'd have memories as I planned to let her onto the porch.

I've heard about animal dreams during pregnancy.  I guess this means I feel like I can take care of something small and furry?