Although I’ve been trying to save all our news and updates for Wednesday’s Snapshot posts, and have been particularly trying to keep less-than-pleasant news away from my maternity posts, this news is big and last minute so it can’t wait for Wednesday. The results of Anthony’s MRI are back and he does have tears in his labrum. This means he will need surgery. Our insurance only lasts till the end of the month, so after some frantic communications with the doctors they scheduled him for surgery on Wednesday.
While it’s great news we can have this done so quickly, it’s bad news in that no one really wants to experience a painful, expensive surgery. This is our second time dealing with this issue (last year his other shoulder was operated on for the same problem) and at least after this he will be in excellent, tip-top shape. I’m not sure how much of a recovery time this surgery will require, but we estimate it will be much shorter because the injury is far less severe and the chance he can be operated on orthoscopically is increased dramatically. Although having surgery is never our first choice, it’s not up to us, and I’m glad we can address this before I have to worry about caring for a new born, a preschooler, and a recovering husband all at once.
Oh, and also we got another kitten.
Back to maternity! California entered a cold snap and we even were threatened with a bit of snow over the weekend. That didn’t happen, of course, but freezing temperatures did. We’d really appreciate a working heater about now (our heat & AC went out last Thanksgiving) but we make do by wearing lots of layers and strategically located heaters. I’m wearing pants from the Traveling Maternity Boxes and they are loose enough for me to wear leggings underneath. I’m debating on whether or not to buy a pair of maternity jeans new, ones that are skinnier and cuter, but then I probably wouldn’t able to wear leggings underneath.
The shirt I’m wearing is a favorite thrifted one of mine that I would have worn the shit out of in high school had I found it then. It’s clearly made for a man but I love it and it’s comfy and retro in the best way. I’ve layered a tank top underneath for warmth and added my favorite sweater, which I forgot to include in the top picture, which is also thrifted.
Isobel is practicing her “hardcore face” apparently. She dressed herself and also enjoys wearing layers, though in her opinion they should include multiple types of headwear and several patterns. She dresses both for comfort and also for pinkness. My awesome friend Anne made her hat for her, and although she pulled off the bow so she could put it on a Care Bear (ugh, sorry, Anne) it’s one of her favorite hats and she wears it all the time. Anne sells even cuter hats and other wonderful things here.
I’m really excited about the necklace I’m wearing. I attended a Christmas Tea with my mom over the weekend at her church that featured a mini-holiday bazaar. My mom was kind enough to treat me to this vintage necklace, a pair of earrings and a cameo broach. The beads are plastic but they look just like amber. I’m kind of in love with it.
As my belly grows my belly button is becoming a sad state of affairs. Last time it didn’t pop out until the last week of my pregnancy. It’s naturally very deep so I assumed I’d have the same situation happen this time. It’s nearly flush to my stomach right now and I’m only half way through. Anthony keeps teasing me about it.
Baby Elias kicks so hard now that occasionally I’ve made involuntary noises like I’ve just been sucker punched in the gut, which I suppose I have. I love it but I’m also a little worried about what this means for the next couple months. Come April I’ll probably wandering around the grocery store sounding like one-half of a Bruce Lee movie. And not the Bruce Lee half.
Smalls’ favorite hobby, other than dance-fighting, is to absorb all my warmth and attention. I forget what I’m doing while I’m shampooing my hair, and I’m always the coldest one in the room, even if I’m sitting near a heater. I’m cold all the time. I’m beginning to suspect this pregnancy is turning me into a reptile. On the other hand, it’s also pumping me full of crazy snuggle hormones, and if I go too long without snuggling Isobel I start to get a little crazy. I might be driving her nuts with the constant snuggles, but for the most part she’s a cuddly kid and seems to enjoy it.
She talks about her baby brother all the time and can’t wait till he gets here. “When baby Elias gets here, Mama, I get to make the rules.”