So I had some routine bloodwork done last week and they called back yesterday to tell me that I am oh-fee-shully anemic. HELLO!! This is, of course, information that would have been helpful several weeks/months ago, but it's apparently something they just check for at 34-35 weeks. Hmmm. Even though I've said I'm extra tired, I feel weak, I can't breathe, I generally feel unwell, my head aches excessively, etc., etc.
I did insist on checking my thyroid levels a while back because some of the symptoms are similar and I have a history, but they were normal. Anyway...just seems like SOMEONE would have thought of this earlier - there have been times that I've been borderline anemic, even not pregnant.
I must say I am strangely happy that I actually have a physiological problem instead of just feeling like a hypochondriac pregnant lady. Now I just have to stomach the GIGANTIC iron supplement pills they prescribed...We're talking larger than horse size. And oh, what iron can do to a system. I shudder to think...But with any luck, I'll perk right up and be running a marathon in six weeks. Or giving birth. Same diff.
But here are some lighter current events at our house...
Calvin told a little girl today that his dad was losing all his hair. She asked, "Why is he?!" and seemed really concerned. To which Calvin replied with a shrug, "He's just getting to be an old man. It's what happens to people."
David is trying to get the boys to say what they think about various names for the brother baby. After several silly suggestions were shot down, he ventured, "Well, what do you think about George?" And Henry answered, "No...but wha-bout Man Wif the Yellow Hat? I yike dat name."
The "Keep Out" man strikes again. This time without my noticing until I sat down to add something on a page of my "to-do" notebook.
I started laughing and just shaking my head when I saw it, because he's evolving in his adorableness. Notice the deep frown and reaching, desperate hands...
And then to top it off, Calvin came over while I was looking at it and said, "Mom? Are you crying? Because your eyes are shining."
I'm just trying to decide now if I should continue confiscating writing utensils, or wait and see where the little guy turns up next.