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No News is Good News? - Pregnancy Update #7

I don't have much to report in the world of pregnancy updates.

I got poison ivy at the end of June. My husband was on a Harley trip to Ohio and I decided to cut trees and hauled 19 piles to our brush pile. That was Saturday. By Monday night, I was very itchy on the arms. I toughed through most of it, then I told a friend. She couldn't believe I didn't call my doctor to tell her I had poison ivy. It wasn't that bad, so I thought I could handle the 1-3 week recovery time. Then I started to second guess my choices and freak out so I googled it. Poison Ivy is not harmful to your baby during pregnancy is what I discovered. But the itching got so bad, I broke down and left a message for the nurse. The nurse said Hydrocortisone cream would work best. Right now I still slather it on like body lotion. It's still itchy but it is healing.

I had a fabulous one hour pre-natal massage a few weeks ago. I plan to go back again this month when my friend comes to town to visit. I learned that there isn't too much different between a relaxation massage and a pre-natal massage, except for the liability. Oh and one spot on the ankles they usually don't massage.

I feel huge. And I don't think I've gained more than a few pounds. My weight seems to be maintaining well, at least according to my bathroom scale. I did nab a few super cheap shirts and a cute skirt and dress the other day when I was out and about. I figured they would be good clothes to "grow into" as I begin to get larger. My husband laughs at me and tells me I have a very obscure view of my own weight.

My friend passed along this piece of advice from Chris Rock: When you have a daughter your only job is to keep her off the pole. (As in the stripper pole for those of you who didn't get it!)

The first piece of Child Care Advice I got was from another friend: Now that you will be willingly and unwillingly accepting all advice thrown at you by various experts, friends, family members, well wishers, complete strangers off the street and of course the friend with no kids (that would be yours truly) I have my first, last and only bit of child rearing advice: Please learn to beat your child...often and like you mean it! This will ensure proper rearing of a young person able to get along well in the general society and it is now your duty as a "responsible parent." Just look at me and how well I turned out!

My future has been planned out for me by a few friends. i get the "you'll be watching kids movies in no time" and "you'll do this when you have a child..." Really? Do you think so? I'll show you! That's what I want to say to them, but I nod, accept their advice and run like hell!

Other than still being terribly emotional about Cletus passing - I'm not sure if it is the hormones or if I just miss him that much - I'm pretty much the same. The other day I was in bed remembering when Cletus would get up from his bed in the corner and go into the living room and kitchen. You would hear him get up, but all you would see is a tail move across the edge of the bed, wagging from side to side as he made his way out of the bedroom.