We didn't do anything Friday night. This being pregnant has sparked lots of stay home nights and that is totally fine with us. We enjoy each others company, so that's good. Mom picked up Ashley to spend the weekend with them since they had Jake.
Saturday Matt and Ashley had basketball practice. I say Matt too, because he is helping to coach. He is amazing with people and even better with kiddos. It surprised me that Ashley was thrilled about this. Most 13 year olds don't want their parents around, but Ashley took comfort knowing he was going to be there. Mom said Ashley didn't want to get out of her van until she saw Matt get there. That's understandable since it was their first practice in a new league.
I stayed home waiting for some people to come and pick up the huge love sack I had sold. We needed to make room for the baby's furniture. I was hoping they would come pretty early so I could go watch Ashley and Matt, but they didn't show up until after 11:20 and the practice was over at noon. Ashley went back home with mom and Matt and I went and had a nice lunch. Matt talked nonstop about how much fun he had playing basketball with the girls and then informed me he was going to play football with his guy friends. They are starting some "weekend warriors" club or something.
After lunch I told Matt I was going to buy some bras. My boobs have "blossomed" to a D cup and I can't keep squeezing them into a C any longer. Matt has taken a new liking to them. I went to Target and suddenly forgot about the pain of my breasts and started looking at curtains for the house. I didn't buy any bras, but I did buy curtains and curtain rods for the the living room. I've been wanting to buy some for so long, but haven't found just the right ones. Until Saturday. I went home and spent 3 hours hanging curtain rods and curtains. They look fabulous!!! Matt came home around 5:30 and immediately noticed and said how awesome they look. I'll have to take a picture and post it. I'm pretty proud.
After church Sunday I told Matt I have GOT to go buy some bras. He was giving me grief about buying curtains instead, but said he was commanding me (his words) to go shopping later and get me some. I took a nap on the couch and then called mom to let her know I was headed to the outlet mall so we could meet there. Matt opted to stay home and watch the Daytona 500.
I spent about 20 minutes finding the perfect bras and when I headed to the checkout, I could feel myself feeling a little dizzy. Not a big deal, I have been feeling this way often since being pregnant. It was different this time. It was way more intense. I was standing there waiting for the cashier to finish ringing me up and the feelings were coming stronger. I was shaky, nauseous and felt like I was going to pass out. I just kept thinking, "hurry up and get your stuff so you can walk outside and sit on one of the chairs." Then the girl starts asking me if I had a rewards member card. I told her to sign me up. Whatever. I needed to get out of there. My eyes were going blurry now. I know it's not a good sign. She handed me my receipt and as I turned to walk off, I apparently dropped all my stuff. At this time I was feeling like I was living in slow motion. I tried walking but my feet wouldn't move. I looked down and noticed my purse and my purchases on the floor. The checker asked me if I was okay and I remember telling her, "no, something's wrong." I tried to lean down and pick up my things and just sorta fell to the floor. By then, there was every store associate and every customer standing over me watching me. I could hear them talking, but I was still feeling very queazy and dizzy. They all helped me to a chair that was stationed right by the front door of the store. I was already feeling better, but by then I was so embarassed by what just took place. I was sweating severely and my hands were still shaky. One of the customers started asking me questions and when I told her I was pregnant, she knew all the right questions to ask.
I sat there for a few minutes and the good samaritan who works for the fire department had sent one of the store associates to get some ice and crackers for me. I didn't want the attention. I really just wanted my mom to hurry and get there so I could leave and save what little pride I had left. Just then I saw mom, Ashley and Robyn walking up with weird looks on their face. Mom walked in and the GS (good samaritan) started telling them what happened. The GS had called the ambulance to come and check my vital signs just to make sure I was okay. I didn't want the ambulance to come, but mom also wanted to have me checked out. I figured someone might want to call Matt and let him know what was going on. Mom called him and just from hearing her side of the conversation, he was not okay at all. He wanted to talk to me and just told me not to wait for the ambulance and to have my mom take me right away to the ER. And he asked where his keys were. They were in my car. Not good. He said he would get his dad to come get him and he would meet us at the ER. Mom got back on the phone and said we would wait for the ambulance and then would head straight to the ER.
The ambulance arrived very quickly, lights and all. The GS walked out to greet them. By this time, all the outlet mall shoppers were coming out to see where the ambulance was going. The paramedics got out the stretcher and I was like, "you've got to be kidding me." They weren't kidding. They pushed it into the store and asked me a few questions and then told me to hop on and they were going to take me to the ambulance where they would do all the checking in there. I begged her to just let me walk and she said no. I climbed onto the stretcher and she even strapped me in. I was mighty embarassed. In the ambulance they checked my blood sugar, blood pressure and checked my heart. My blood pressure was pretty low, but my blood sugar and heart looked good. They recommended me going to the ER anyway and I declined their ride to ride with my mom. The paramedics were very nice.
At the hospital, I got right in to the triage part. While I was getting checked in Matt and his dad walked in. They made record time. He had a look of fear on his face and I really tried to cheer him up, but he was having no part of it. He was worried as hell and it showed. After the triage nurse took another look at my heart, she told us to wait in the waiting room where I'll be until I would be called to be seen by the dr. Surprisingly, it was not crowded at all.
Matt's dad then told us that he picked up Matt of the side of the road, not at our house. He said that Matt had taken off running and he met him about a mile and a half from our house. That showed me right there how worried he was. My dad showed up too. I usually crave attention, but not like this. I didn't know why everyone was so uptight. I felt fine. I just wanted to go home.
After finally getting called back, the Dr. came in pretty quickly and did an ultrasound and a pelvic exam. Everything looked great. We saw the baby, saw the heart beating and had the lovely pelvic. And wouldn't you know it, I was wearing my halloween socks again.
It all came down to my blood pressure dropping so drastically which is a symptom in early pregnancy. I needed more fluids in my body. I'm fine. Matt still wanted us to take off yesterday to see my regular dr. Ashley decided she was going to stay home too, so she could help take care of me. Yeah, she just wanted a day off.
During that whole incident, I felt like I was on an episode of Grey's Anatomy, only there was no McDreamy.
So yesterday I got up, made breakfast and waited for 8:45 so we could call the dr. My dr. was out of town, so Matt went ahead and went to work. Ash and I decided we would go shopping.
We had to go to Target to take back a chair I had gotten for her that was broken and while we were leaving Target, my cell phone rang. It was one of Ashley's teachers. Apparently she hasn't been completing her work in class and on top of that, she left her planner on her desk with the assignment her teacher was waiting on along with another student's completed assignment. Both had the same answers. And her average in that class was a 71. Ashley looked at me and mouthed, "Am I in trouble?" She knew the answer by the look on my face.
We didn't do anymore shopping after that phone call. We went straight home.
Ashley is grounded until her grades are brought up. She knows how disappointed we are, but we know kids are kids. She will have her grades up in no time. She's a smart girl.
Geez! What a post! Glad everything turned out OK.