Heya. So it’s been a crazy weekend, and it seems soo far away! Alas, it’s only Monday, the 2nd of Feb, so I guess it wasn’t all that long ago that Friday happened, eh?
Friday was my Ultrasound. I was so psyched to be heading towards finding out what gender of child I was having! But I was NOT psyched about all the water I was supposed to drink beforehand–I mean c’mon people! I had spoken to one of my best friends about the situation (she’s pregnant at the same stage as me, and had hers not too long ago), and she told me about how I was supposed to not go to the bathroom and start drinking the 4 glasses of water an hour before my appt.
They had told me 5 glasses. That’s 40 oz, people. That’s more than a half gallon of water! Which is fine if you’re drinking it througout the day. But to drink that much when you’re pregnant, and keep it all in-especially when you already have a miniture bladder (ok, I don’t, but it feels like I do most times!)–is craziness.
Needless to say, that totally wasn’t happening. I ended up having to stop not once, but 3 times before my appointment for a bathroom break, as well as trying to drink the last of my little half-gallon too fast, and throwing it all up within 20 seconds of finishing! It was ridiculous… People can’t actually complete that task!
So anyway. We arrived at the hospital, on the wrong floor, and having no idea where we needed to be. Because of all my stopping, we were about half an hr late, so the whole thing almost couldn’t happen. But they were nice enough to direct us, and quickly help me register.
When I finally went in for the thing, I was just waiting to find out what I was having, the rest didn’t bother me.
After a few pictures (and by a few I mean like 35), the woman told me I could go empty my bladder (again!!), because I had to pee so bad my leg was shaking and I wasn’t holding still (couldn’t help it!). So I did, having to wipe off all that goopy gel they cover you belly with (gross stuff. It doesn’t wipe off, it just gets all over you and your towel and makes a mess), and then start again.
I swear, they took about 90 photos! We were there an hour or more. Because I already have pains in my belly, the ultrasound wand pressing all over really hard hurt like crazy. I didn’t enjoy it at all. Not only that, but most of the pictures on the screen looked like I alwaze imagine ultrasound photos to look—like grey and black masses of nothing, or wose–alien-like!
It was AMAZING, though, to hear the babies heart beat! It sounds like a submarine moving through the ocean, heh. I got to see its little hands and legs, and brain. It waved at us! It was awesome.
But apparently my baby has a fat butt, lol. It sat the whole time with its legs too close together to see what the gender was!! GRRR….I was so dissapointed. Not only that, but the nurse chose which photos to give us–3, in fact. All “profile” pictures, and only 1 of which I’m sure is a baby…The others I’m convinced are either apes or birds. They’re terrible! But then again, I didn’t expect much–I hate ultrasound pictures, heh. People alwaze show them online and such, and I’m alwaze holding back saying “what is it?”.
And I am no different with my own, so don’t worry, lol, I’m not biased! I dont’ think I could be with an ultrasound photo. What’s mostly ridiculous is that there were much better shots in the midst of those 90 photos. But she chose to give us the ugly profile pictures. I would’ve preferred one profile, and some of the others. Like the hand! Or that shot from the top of the baby’s head and face and arms and hands and legs scrunched up….grrr..Silly nurse.
Well, anyway. So yeah. Hopefully I can get another scheduled, because I really want to know what we’re having!!! But all seemed well otherwise. The baby is almost 22 weeks, and big and cute.
Ironically–when I got home, I felt dehydrated, and spent the whole evening drinking water like it was going out of style!
SSPX Parish in Pittston
Saturday nigh, after watching “16 Blocks” with brother and hubby, I ended up not getting to bed till around 3am. Then I woke up at about 5:30am for a bathroom break, only I couldn’t get back to bed…ARGH! I hate this new “hi-I-can’t-sleep-or-get-comfortable-” routine at night!
So when the 8-something alarm went off, I was nearly crying, after having watched the stupid red numbers on the alarm clock all early morning, trying to sleep–cause I knew husband would be disappointed in not being able to get to morning Mass. And I was too! After all the times I stupidly missed it, now I want to be there whenever I can, but I was never going to make it driving the whole way, not eating, on no sleep.
But hubby wasn’t angry, and said maybe we could go to the 4:30 Mass in Pittston at the SSPX Church. I never thought my parents would let us, but I asked Mom anyway. She said yes!
Hubby helped me fall asleep by rubbing my back (husbands rock!!), and then we woke later to go to Pittston.
The little parish was ugly looking outside, kind of plain inside, had zero heat (I’m convinced), and had a low Mass. But it was the Traditional Latin Mass, and it was said at a good parish, so it was safe.
The humorous thing was the priest. There were only about 10 people there, and they were mostly all old, except the priest, who was younger, and totally French! You couldn’t really tell when he was saying Mass, but when he got to the parts where he read the Epistle/Gosple in English, and said the homily, I almost burst out laughing.
French accents alwaze make me laugh, but it was ridiculous, because I couldn’t understand half the stuff he was saying, and every time he’d try to correct himself of a mis-pronounciation, he’d get it wrong in the end!
Unfortunately for us, the sermon consisted of a long praise of the ex-communication being lifted of the SSPX–which of course the priest kept insisting was NOT an excommunication–and little else relating to spiritual life. But I kind of understand. The excommunication of the Society of St.Pius 10th was just recently lifted by Pope Benedict , and it’s cause for rejoicing to traditional Catholics everywhere, or so it should be! The Church needs all the good people it can get, eh?!
Anyway. The priest was cute, though, and made all kinds of jokes. Everyone at the parish seemed nice, and they invited us for Lasagna afterwards. We couldn’t stay, because we had to get back to go to the Superbowl party at my parents’ church *we were just going for the food*, and meet Mom there…But I’m glad we got to see the parish in Pittston, and it’s good to know there’s a Society parish we can go to if ever we miss morning Mass.
Although, they normally have Mass at 10am, except for choice weeks in the month, when the priest says it randomly at 4:30pm!
