Rosehip Soup & Ritz Crackers

These are Cami’s new morning buddies. Every day it’s one, the other or perhaps both if it’s an especially nauseated day. I try to get up with Sally most days, though I will admit to needing a little more sleep myself recently. (Sympathetic pregnancy maybe?). So, sometimes it’s a call or text from upstairs requesting her cold fruit soup (which is something her mom recommended and really helps). Other days it has been asked for groggily from beside me. She has kept the Ritz crackers on her bedside table for well over a week now. I am allowed to take one on occasion, but her rule is that you must not bite it. You must pop the entire thing in your mouth to avoid bedroom crumbs. To this, as I am learning I should just do with most things, I just respond, “Yes, dear.”. Nana also informed me that the other two most important words to remember during the pregnancy are, “I’m sorry!”. Point taken.

We have an appointment with a midwife on Friday, though the conversation was not encouraging today. Say a prayer that we can find one we are comfortable with, who respects us as a couple and equal participants in this little munchkin’s life and one who isn’t so damn negative and allows us to actually take joy in the first trimester and not treat it like we should be waiting for something bad to happen! (That could possibly have been a run-on sentence, but it’s 11 PM and I am blogging from a phone, so cut me some slack.)

Tomorrow we have an appointment in Gothenburg to discuss the renewing of my resident permit. It should be permanent this time, which is awesome. In May, I will actually qualify for dual citizenship, which I am very excited about. Chelsea is coming to stay with the fur babies tomorrow, so we can attend the meeting and throw in a little shopping.

Speaking of the furry ones, we think Sally is stressed out because of our added fears about the pregnancy and the unavoidable stress we’re under. She’s been more whiny and clingy and FOUR times since we found out Cami is pregnant, Sally has peed on our comforters. She’s done it right in front of us. Maybe she’s just prepping me for all the laundry I am going to have to do in about eight months. Maybe she’s going into heat again. She is completely housebroken and no longer has accidents. This is absolutely intentional. Whatever it is, we have now resorted to putting a diaper on her before bed to save my sanity and because we only have so many comforters. Sigh.

Well, it is late and I must get up at 6:30 tomorrow. Gah. I made coffee in advance and I just have to push the button to get the java flowing. I also packed a lunch box with snacks for the road, complete with rosehip soup and Ritz crackers. I think we’re covered.