The flu shot

I don't remember if I mentioned this already, but they force pregnant women to get a flu shot. When I say force, I honestly mean that they gave me no option. I probably could have fought it had I been given more time, but the nurse was shoving the needle into my arm before I knew what was happening.

A little background information: The only years that I've had the flu real bad are the years that I've gotten a flu shot. I know that it's unreasonable and probably medically impossible to think that the flu shot gives me the flu a few months after I get the injection, but it always happens. The last time I had a flu shot was the year Kyle and I got married and I was out of work for two weeks because I felt so sick. I haven't had a flu shot since then and I've had mild colds, but no major flu-like illnesses.

However, the nurse forced the shot on me (and, by the way, charged me A LOT for it) and now I'm feeling sick. Achy. Feverish. Downright blah. There's no real point to the story other than to complain and get a sort-of "I told you so" in there.

As of today at noon, I hadn't felt the baby move for about 48 hours. I wasn't really that panicked because I'm at 21 1/2 weeks and feeling movement can be random at this point. But, my doctor said to call if I go a day or two without feeling him, so I decided I'd better call. Kyle went home for lunch and he called the office. I honestly expected the nurse to say "Let's give it another day and see what happens." Instead, I got a call at work almost immediately after Kyle called. The nurse kind of scolded me and told me that I should have called yesterday and to get to the office within the hour (we're about an hour from the hospital). It was at this point that I started to freak out a little. That hour drive felt like three hours . . . especially since I hadn't eaten lunch and was starving. Thankfully, they found a strong heartbeat and told me to start doing kick counts a couple of times a week. They also told me that I should be drinking 4 liters of fluids a day. 4 LITERS! I really don't think they understand that I don't have a bathroom in my office and have to walk in the frigid cold to get to one.

The power is FINALLY back on at camp, but because of my hospital trip, I didn't get anything done again today. Everything around here is still covered with about 1/2 inch of ice. With the sunny days, it's been BEAUTIFUL! Don't be fooled though . . . I still hate cold weather.

We had been so excited about how well our dog Murphy (her biblical name is Legion) had been doing when we left her out of her crate during the day when we were at work. She slept, didn't pee in the house and didn't chew things up . . . until . . .



Yeah. THat's what I came home to. A few days later, we came home to a hole in the corner of one of our nice living room chairs and the stuffing from inside all over the floor. Needless to say, she's back in the crate when we're gone. Why do we still love this dog so much?!

Here are a couple of pictures for you to enjoy!

Me at 21 weeks & 5 days:


Here's one of Murphy enjoying the cigar that Aunt Joy got her for Christmas:


Me trying to make Murphy-Legion be in a picture with me: