Stop Getting My Kid Sick / My Unplanned Hospital Visit

I don’t even want to write about this experience because it was such a terrible one to endure, but if it will help someone out by reading it, then it will have been worth it.

I always thought dehydration was a joke.  I was always getting sick with my first pregnancy, keeping very little food down.  Water even made me nauseous.  I always asked my doctor if I could get too dehydrated and at what point should I be worried.  She didn’t seem super concerned and told me if I could not keep ANY food or drink down within an 8 hour period to call her office.  I never really got to that point, because eventually, I would have a Taco Bell craving or fountain Pepsi craving and would be able to keep all of that down, shockingly.

The difference this time was that the dehydration that came on was not pregnancy/ morning sickness related.  It was caused by some nasty stomach bug – probably the fancy norovirus that has been in the headlines so often as of late.  Here is a nice article explaining the virus if you are not aware of just how nasty it can be:  Norovirus

Anyhow, this was easily the worst stomach bug I have ever had in my life.  And having it while 8 months pregnant…multiply it by 10.

My daughter had thrown up twice the Sunday before, but nothing else.  She was fine by Tuesday.  Her little buddies at the babysitter’s house were the ones who got her sick.  I later found out that the parents were sending their kids if they had puked that morning, thinking or hoping it was “just a fluke” or the food that was bothering them.  Not the case, assholes.  The problem is, many of the parents are teachers, so their time off is limited.  I understand it is not super convenient to take a day off at the last minute and have to find a substitute, etc.  And I understand that you probably don’t get as much time off as someone with a non-teaching job.

Unfortunately, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK.  Like I had said before, my daughter threw up twice on Sunday night.  No WAY was I about to send her to the babysitter’s on Monday “hoping” that her symptoms would magically disappear.  She had no other symptoms.  No diarrhea.  But, in my mind, I make the decision to do what I hope other parents would do in the same situation.  So I keep her home one more day to ensure that she’s not going to infect other kids.  My work is still piling up.  And I’m using sick time that I was trying to save for after baby #2 was born so that I can get paid for as much as possible since my job does not offer paid maternity leave.  Doesn’t always work out though, and you have to just go with it and put your kids’ best interests before your own.

So, I’m at work on Tuesday and feeling fine.  Around 11 a.m., I get a sudden rush of nausea and have to run to the bathroom to puke.  Almost didn’t make it.  At this point, I’m trying to figure out if this is morning sickness related, or if I have caught the infamous bug.   Not even 20 minutes later, I was running for the bathroom again to puke.  Yep, definitely not pregnancy related.  I headed out of work immediately leaving a trail of antibacterial sanitizer in hopes of not getting anyone else sick.  Called the babysitter and told her I would be dropping off the carseat and that Mike would be picking Kenzie up after work instead of me.  I have no idea how I made it the whole 30 minute drive without having to pull over and vomit out the window, but I did!  I tried taking the smallest sips of Gatorade, just to keep myself a little hydrated.  But as soon as I walked in the door, I was throwing up again.  There was nothing left in my stomach to throw up.  At this point, I was getting a little worried.  I thought if I tried to lay down, that would help.   NOPE.  Three more times, dry heaving and throwing up straight bile.  That is when I decided to call my doctor.

Doctor is on vacation this week.  WELL OF COURSE SHE IS!  Luckily the nurses were still there taking calls.  She told me if I started cramping or feeling contractions or thought I was dehydrated, to go directly to the hospital since I was so far along.  Well, how do I make that call?  I didn’t want to be the girl who cried wolf and didn’t really need to be admitted for something as lame as dehydration.  I puked twice more after that.  Called my mother-in-law, who works five minutes from our house to come pick me up to take me to the hospital.  I felt like such a loser.

As it turns out, it was the best decision I’ve made in awhile, probably.  I was severely dehydrated AND having contractions.  I couldn’t even feel the contractions, but they were occurring, and definitely due to the dehydration.  Had I waited, I likely would have gone into full fledged pre-term labor at 32 weeks.  The baby’s heart rate was all over the place, so they kept me overnight.  It took five IV bags of fluids to rehydrate me.  They also gave me zofran for the nausea, but that didn’t do much for me.  They also put me on Tamiflu, just as a precaution.  I didn’t get any real sleep until about 5 a.m. the next morning.  I had such bad heartburn when I would try to lay down (from what – there was nothing left in my system!), that I would toss and turn.  Between that and the baby monitor moving around so much, the nurses were constantly in there readjusting me and taking blood.  I was finally able to keep some broth down at 4 a.m. after a failed attempt at orange Jello (I will never eat Jello again now) – and let me tell you, broth NEVER tasted so good!

I got to go home the next evening.  I was so excited to go home and sleep in my own bed, without any monitors attached to me.  I was told I could not return to work until Monday of the next week (I got home that Wednesday – yayyyy, more sick time wasted and baby #2 isn’t even here yet).  Even though I was home, I was still so sick up until that next Tuesday.  Easily the worst I have ever felt in my life.  I would have almost preferred to stay in the hospital had I known how weak and useless I would be at home with my toddler.  Thank God for my husband, who still took Kenzie to the babysitter’s so that I could rest for the days he had to work, and continued to take care of her when they got home, even though he wasn’t feeling his best.

I will be 35 weeks this Sunday, and I am so happy that baby is still safe and growing.  Moral of the story:  Dehydration is no joke when you are in your third trimester.  You do what you need to do to make sure baby stays put as long as possible.  Fingers crossed that babe will stay put for at least another two weeks.  Can’t wait to meet the newest addition, and I can’t wait to see how Kenzie reacts when she realizes this kid will be with us for the long haul.

Glucose Test – FAIL (2017 Edition)

Happy New Year!  Ready for my resolution?

(1)  Do not get pregnant again.  Ever.

I know what you are thinking.  She’s being dramatic.  Or the ever popular: How dare she hate on pregnancy – doesn’t she know there are many women who can’t have babies on their own?

Judge me all you want.

And now for my final day of 2016, and how I went out with a bang…

I scheduled my glucose test appointment for 7 a.m. on NYE.  I figured, who else would want to voluntarily get blood work done on NYE?   I will be in and out.  And that should have been the case.

In case you want to read about my glucose test with my first pregnancy, because who doesn’t want a good laugh, you can view that here:  Glucose Test – Pregnancy #1

After my last glucose experience, I did a lot of research as to why my body reacted the way it did.  My own not-a-doctor conclusion:  I’m at the opposite spectrum as gestational diabetes.  No one in my family has a history of diabetes.  My last baby did not weigh over 9 lbs.  I did not have substantial weight gain during pregnancy #1, and started this pregnancy off at my pre-pregnancy weight (big thank you to breastfeeding, because there is no time for “exercising” in my house).   So really, no reason to think that this pregnancy is going to be any different, other than the fact that I hope this baby stays put until at least week 37.

So I woke up bright and early that morning, and my husband even woke up to make me eggs.  I had already cleared this with my doctor.  She said eggs, plain greek yogurt, whole wheat toast, would all be good things to have in my stomach prior to drinking the death cola.  Protein.  Just not a bowl of Fruity Pebbles or Count Chocula, to my dismay.

I ate the eggs and a little bit of yogurt.  Then, a familiar feeling of nausea came over me.  “NOT TODAY!  NOT NOW!” was all I could think.  And before I knew it, I had thrown everything up.

It was about 10 minutes before I had to leave for the diagnostic center.  My nerves were setting in.  I grabbed the rest of the yogurt and an english muffin with peanut butter and headed out the door, thinking “if I can stomach just a little of this during my drive, I will be okay during the test”….onward.

I walked in, signed in, and they promptly called me back to drink the death cola.  I had explained to the woman what had happened before, just in case the same thing were to happen.  She was very nice about it and told the secretaries up front so that they could keep an eye on me, just in case.

Side note:  You get 5 minutes to drink the death cola.  I have never been a “chugger” so to speak.  As I’m sipping on the drink, the phlebotomist is just standing there watching me.  So I asked, “Uh, I have five minutes, right?”  And she responded with, “Yes, but I like to tell people to just chug it to get it out of the way”….NO PRESSURE.  What the hell.  Can’t I just sip this nastiness in peace for the five minutes I get?  I don’t think it helped my situation by chugging it.

So I was escorted back to the waiting room, where there were probably three other people waiting.  One of the nice secretaries came up to me and introduced herself.  She said to let her know if I started feeling dizzy or weak.  She also asked me to move so that she could have a better view of me from her seat, so that was nice.   But this also forced me to move to the section where the other people were sitting.  If I was going to pass out or puke, I would prefer to do that in private, thank you.

I brought a book with me this time, “Something Borrowed” – which I love.  I figured it would keep my attention and make me worry less.  So I popped that open and continuously read and reread the first two pages.  What was wrong with me?  So I put the book down and just started looking around the room.  I tried to get comfortable by sitting back a little and letting my arms just lay instead of trying to prop myself up.  I figured any extra form of burning energy would be bad news.

Approximately 20 minutes after I chugged the death cola, I started to feel it – exactly like the last time.  I started to sweat, shake, get dizzy, feel weak…ALL AT THE SAME TIME.  I quickly got the secretary’s attention.  She called the phlebotomist and then proceeded to bring a garbage can over to me.  The phlebotomist appeared seconds later with a wheelchair.  I thought I could hold off on the puking.  WRONG.  Puked my guts out in the waiting room.  And the most embarrassing part.  I managed to piss my own pants.   Every time I heaved, GUSH.  I was soaked by the time everything was out of my system.  Luckily, I was wearing dark jeans, so you couldn’t tell at all.   (PS:  This peeing while vomiting was NOT a thing during my first pregnancy – I assume it is part of the aftermath of pushing a kid out of your body – I also pee when I sneeze now too – RIDICULOUS).  So a big FUCK YOU to 2016.  It was just not my year.

After that, they wouldn’t let me drive myself home.  I was like, “GREAT, now I can call my husband who will have to wake up our daughter (girlfriend gets angry when she is woken up as opposed to waking up on her own), and then proceed to tell him that I need a change of pants because I peed myself in front of a few strangers – what a fantastic way to end 2016″….

Husband was great about it, though.  He even thought to bring me a new pair of underwear, even though I didn’t ask for them.  He bundled little chicky up and arrived about 20 minutes later with my change of clothes.  He didn’t make me feel like a loser, so that was nice.

After he picked me up, we went through the Panera drive thru (that’s how you could tell I really felt like crap – I didn’t want ANYTHING) and got Kenzie a parfait and a few bagels for the next morning.  I went to sleep as soon as I got home, and slept for a good 4 hours.  I got up, ate a little something, and then it was time for Kenzie’s nap.  I napped with her, for another 3 hours.  SO WONDERFUL.  My body clearly needed it.

Interesting website about healthy alternatives to the glucose test and what is in death cola (if your doctor allows, I guess):  Glucose Testing

Moral of the story:  We are only having two kids.  And if I ever start to forget why I said that, I will have this lovely blog to look back on as to why two kids will be our max.  And if I still have baby fever after this one for some reason, I’d like to use the wise words of my late grandma:  “Feel free to push me in front of the 342 PACE bus”

UPDATE:  I had my doctor’s appointment yesterday.  She said that she didn’t want to put me through the 3 hour glucose test, since my body clearly wasn’t handling it well and that she has such high doubts that I fall into the gestational diabetes category.  To satisfy the pediatrician of future baby, I do have to go to have my blood drawn on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday of next week, after fasting for 8 hours (no death cola).  This will just confirm that my levels are where they should be and that we have nothing to worry about.  I’ll take it and consider it a victory that I will never have to take the glucose test again (hopefully).

I also was lucky enough to get my RhoGAM shot yesterday because of my blood type being rh negative.  In the butt.  I will get another one immediately after delivery.  Yayyyy.

Now we are onto our check ups every two weeks.  Yayyyy.  Home stretch?  Nahhh.

 

20 more weeks of hell

Alright.  I give up.  I had a good run for a few weeks.  I had to practically run another employee our of restroom.

Now, for the second time in a week, I am getting sick mid-day.  At 20 weeks pregnant.  With an 18 month old to take care of.  And a full-time job to work.

I don’t even need to look at the ultrasound picture that my dear husband has been hiding from me.  I know it’s another girl.  Won’t need to focus on boy names.  Great.  Time saved.  And if anyone else asks me, “Well what if you don’t get your boy this time, aren’t you going to try again?”…STRAIGHT TO THE MOON.

I’m not really into rooting for one gender over the other, as long as the kid is healthy and not having to spend time in the NICU.  So the answer is NO, I don’t really give a shit if our last name moves on for another generation.  If we can raise two competent (or semi competent human beings), I consider that a success.

Going for a third, in my opinion, would be like tempting fate for us.  Mike already blames me for giving him Shingles last year.  *for the record, I did not give him Shingles, though he believes that I am the reason that caused them because I am so difficult and cause him so much stress in life (in the midst of trying to take care of a colicky newborn and trying to recover from a little thing called childbirth).  I should have made labor and delivery look much more difficult, but I can tolerate pain and managed it well.  Too well.  So next time, I’m putting on much more of a show.

Long story short, a third kid would both put us in the poor house, and likely set up impending divorce because I would be able to get even less housework done than I do now (which isn’t that much, truth be told).  Call me a negative nancy, but I value my relationship with my husband.  I know there are couples out there who can/ want to do it, and maybe that will in turn make their relationship stronger.  We are not that couple.  We still want to travel (with and without kids), and we want to be able to retire at a decent age and not have to worry about kids still living with us.  And I need to get myself a more challenging job.  This job is perfect for when the kiddos are tiny humans, but once they are in full day school, I’m out.  Call me selfish, but I would expect my kids to do the same thing.  Some women are made to be stay at home moms – and more power to you.  Some women have to work to keep their sanity.  I am one of those women.

Thanks for listening to me bitch.  Fingers crossed for a better evening and few days/ weeks ahead.

PS:  I’m already listening to Christmas music and LOVING it.   It works when I’m trying to drown out the terrible music and voices of certain co-workers.

PPS:  I asked my doctor if I would be required to take the shitty glucose test again with this child since I clearly am not at risk for gestational diabetes, per my last test and pregnancy.  She said yes, absolutely.  COOL.  So I asked her if I could eat a little something beforehand this time, because I’m not really into passing out.  To my surprise, she told me yes!  But she said to keep it to things without sugar.  So, eggs, whole grain toast…things like that would be good.  Totally doing that this time.  SCREW THE GLUCOSE TEST.  DAMN THE MAN.

Everyone Sucks.

Warning:  This is a pissed off, ranty post.  If you are in a positive mood and don’t want to ruin that, feel free to pass this over.  I won’t be offended.

First of all, I think the thing that all of this is stemming from is my continued sickness with this pregnancy.  Got sick again on Sunday and today.  We are officially at 20 weeks, hence this is pretty much bullshit.  I had a pounding headache for the entire day yesterday, and I had to go to venue-hunt with my mother-in-law.  Usually a fun time, but was not feeling it at all.  I pretty much don’t care where the baby shower is at this point.  Have it at a bar, for all I care.  Or Pizza Hut, where everyone gets their own personal pan pizza, like Book-It.  I would love that.  Too bad Little Caesar’s doesn’t have a dining room.

Now, let’s talk about work.  My old boss needs to come back immediately.  I am working with idiots now.  All of them.  Part of the reason I came back to this job was because of the person who was commissioner of my department.  It’s hard to find that kind of dedication and intelligence.  And now we are back to square one.  Whatever.

We just got a delivery of cookies for our department.  Since I am the only one here today (as is often the case), I am keeping these for myself.  Pregnant lady gets what pregnant lady wants.  Everyone else can suck it.  I will consider this my win for today.

My back pains are getting insane.  The pain goes all the way through to my ribs on the other side.  Just on my right side, though.  Whatever.    The heating pad is my go-to when I get home.  I should probably get one for the office and look like a super old lady.

50 minutes to go.  Then I get to go home and bake a new recipe.   Fingers crossed!!

I want hibachi style shrimp and some spicy sushi.

That is all.

18 weeks, 3 days – Bébé is size of Sweet Potato

In honor of me not wanting to post depressing, vomiting things all of the time, I have opted to go for a new format.  This will help me focus on the good, as it should be (sometimes, at least).

I think that I may have turned a corner while vacationing in Florida.  I don’t know if it was the constant sunshine, the Golden Girls-style resistance pool, the reading of a great baby book, or the lack of stress.  Either way, I only got sick once, and it was because I went a little nuts at a casino buffet.  My bad.  🙂

eating:   Trying to eat home cooked meals as much as possible.  Mike has helped with this.   However, he made this awesome tater tot/ poutine dish with ground beef and sauce.  I ate it, loved it, and got sick later that night and lost it all (this was before we went on vacation).  He’s for sure getting frustrated with me.  But with that negative, there comes a positive.  I ate two beef sandwiches last night with hot giardinera.  Mike Ditka’s roast beef to be exact, paired with Mike Ditka’s giardinera.  SO GOOD.  And I didn’t get sick!  This might be my new meal of choice.  At least I got some protein in me!  Baby seemed happy, and I didn’t cramp up at all yesterday.

drinking: Mostly Gatorade and trying to choke down as much water as possible.  It’s been hard, but it’s definitely getting better.   I crave fountain Pepsi now like no other.  That’s healthy, right?!

avoiding:  Anything with tomato sauce, seafood, chicken, avocado, ground beef, Papa John’s pizza (bad experience a few weeks ago).  Baby for sure doesn’t like grease.  Baby is trying to be healthier than momma.

wearing:  at home, my hoody and sweats all the time, if possible.  work attire hasn’t changed, but the pants are really starting to get tight, so I might have to invest in some maternity pants or just start walking around with my pants unbuttoned (oh wait, we’re already there).  super classy!  oh, I haven’t worn high heels in weeks.  I just bought the most comfortable pair of flats from Target yesterday.  they are moccasin/ loafer kind of shoe.  kind of ugly, but SO comfortable for Target shoes!  Mike said the other day, “why don’t you just buy some pants that fit you?”    So we might be making a trip to Target and the maternity section this week (cringe).

feeling: Pretty good, except I do get exhausted some days when I’ve been running around too much. I’m generally pretty awake and alert as long as I get enough sleep (8 hours at least- and I was even sleeping 10 in Florida!!  at one point, my father-in-law said, “wow, you can really sleep!”), but there are some days that I just want to fall onto the couch and veg out , which is pretty much what I do when I get home from work.  That, and I eat some yummy white cheddar cheese-its.  Also, my lower back (right side, specifically) has been hurting like no one’s business.  I know that this is normal, since things are shifting, and thus my body balance is off, but it does seem a bit early to be dealing with back pain when I am barely showing at all.  Obviously, this concerns me, as it will likely only get worse in the future.  Oh well, the heating pad has been my friend as of late.  My masseuse also told me to buy some hot/ cold pads that are supposed to work wonders.  My how my Christmas list has changed this year!  No more Anthro clothes, just hot-cold pads and some maternity leggings that I will likely live in for the next few months.

reading: I bought a book in Florida to read by the pool called “Bringing Up Bébé” by Pamela Druckerman.  I am in love!  It is about an American woman – born and raised in the states – who married a gentleman who ended up getting relocated to Paris.  There, she became pregnant and brought up her little bébé amongst French families.  The thing is, the French style of parenting is SO incredibly different than how most parenting is done here in the United States.  Kids are so demanding here, and parents just let it go and let it happen if their kids agree to shut up.  I’m not saying that I would never bribe my kid with McDonald’s in hopes of them sitting still for a few minutes while momma tries to get something done.  But I already know things that I want to avoid.  I also worry that it will be 10 times more difficult to manage because we are surrounded by children that get what they want NOW, or ELSE.   I told Mike he will need to read it afterwards.  There are things you can implement as parents while the child is even a newborn.  Consistency is key, so Mike has got to be on board.  Fingers crossed 🙂  Here is a link to the book:  http://www.pameladruckerman.com/books/bringing-up-bebe/

buying:  Just trying to get as much Christmas shopping done as possible.  Lots of roast beef sandwich items.  Our Christmas tree!  No baby shopping for a few weeks at least.  I have a doctor’s appointment on Monday, and she will give me the orders to schedule an ultrasound so that we are able to find out the sex of the baby.  Maybe I will allow minimal shopping at that point.  I just know we are going to get bombarded at Christmas.  Oh well, we will be well prepared either way!

sleeping: Pretty good!  I’m actually not waking up every night to pee anymore.  And of course, now I’m getting paranoid that something might be wrong.  I’ve been staying up later though, and I try to stop drinking liquids around 9 or so.   Can’t sleep on my tummy anymore, but that’s okay with me.  Laying on my left side has proven to be the best for me.

loving:  Getting ready for Christmas and buying Christmas cards with a special “Baby Peters coming in May 2015” message.  Telling pretty much everyone the news without blasting it on Facebook yet.

getting used to: Tight pants, tight shirts, tight bras…   and I THINK that I can feel baby moving.  I could be wrong.  I suppose it could be gas, which is why I am reluctant to even type this.  But I do think I can feel him/ her dancing around.  Especially when I am laying on my back with my hands on my tummy.  Weird, weird, weird.  But it is a good weird.  Love love love 🙂

Time to Buy a Waffle Maker

*This will be a long post – mostly a foodie review at the end.  If you get bored, peace be with you.

Yesterday was a pretty good day, though it didn’t quite start out as such.  I woke up, and my husband said that he would go down and make us breakfast so I could stay upstairs and relax, in hopes of not getting sick.  He’s pretty wonderful.   So when breakfast was ready, I headed downstairs.  He made scrambled eggs with pepper jack cheese and dill, along with some toast on the side. YUM!

So we sat down in the dining room to eat, and all was well.  I ate about half of the scrambled eggs and a bit of the toast, and then had to stop for a second.  My husband can now tell when I’m having a wave of nausea.  I usually tap my fingernails on the edge of the table as a distraction to thinking about my stomach.  It helps me get through it.  Only this time, I didn’t get through it.  So now, I can cross scrambled eggs off of my list for the rest of my life (or at least the remainder of this pregnancy).

Of course, after that happens in the morning, my whole day is generally shot.  If I have to go to work, I will certainly go, but I am the most unproductive person and am not my normal, cheerful self.  Yesterday, we had tickets to a farm-to-table dinner/ craft beer tasting event at County Line Orchard with some of our friends.  I was not about to give those tickets up (they were $55 each)!  So, I basically sat around all day, took a few naps in preparation for the evening activities.

The good news is that I made it through the whole night!  Granted, I was quite tired by 9 p.m., but I made it without getting sick or even having to sit down!  The funny part is that those $55 tickets included unlimited food tastings (which were pretty decently sized), and unlimited craft beers from local breweries.  I walk up to the pop table and ask for a Coke like a 4-year-old (yeah, they didn’t even have Pepsi).  She pours me a pop and then says, “That will be one dollar.”   I just stared at her blankly.  Then I said, “Oh.  I will be right back – hopefully my husband has some cash!”  Since he is always way more prepared than I am, he did have some money.  Before he handed it over, he asked, “It’s Pepsi products, right?”  And I looked at the floor and said, “Sure.”  Granted, we were there with his best friend who works for Coke.  He let it slide since there was literally nothing else I could drink.  Still ridiculous that I had to pay for that.  I felt like collecting as much craft beer as I could and finding something to store it in to make it worth our while.   No problem though, the boys drank more than enough for all of us put together.

So the food was AMAZING.  I was a bit worried, because farm-to-table can sometimes be a bit weird (ingredient-wise, at least).  So we started out with appetizers.  Since it was at County Line Orchard, we had an apple tasting (honey crisp apples have never tasted SO GOOD!).  After that, there were some pita chips and breads set up, followed by a bunch of locally made cheeses from local dairy farms.  I was so impressed!  Aside from the fact that I knew I couldn’t try the moldy-oldy cheeses that looked so good.  There was one that actually said “penicillin” in the description!  And another one that had pure lactate and cow’s milk.  Mike was very concerned with what I brought back, but I think I stuck to the safe ones.  If not, one piece of cheese isn’t going to kill me (us).  The boys went to get the remainder of the appetizers.  This included a pumpkin-sweet potato hummus (NASTY – I love hummus, but I have always been a hater of the sweet potato), an onion marmalade (not bad), and a green tomato chutney (didn’t try).  CHEESE FOR LIFE!

Promptly at 7 p.m., the restaurant booths were opening up for business with their samples!  Megan and I started out at Strongbow while the boys held our table.  Basically, you get in line in front of the restaurant’s “window” – behind the windows were the chefs for each restaurant, prepping everything in the giant kitchen.  It was a very nice set up, in my opinion.  So here is what they gave each of us from Strongbow:  Chili-braised brisket tostadas w/ pickled tomatillo salsa (like a full sized tostada!), and then a mini cup of Turkey Mulligatawny w/ apples & pumpkin.   And the nice thing was that they allowed us to bring back extra servings for our husbands.  Strongbow’s food was AMAZING!  The tostada was fantastic (I went kind of light on the brisket because I didn’t want to mess up my stomach early on), but the lime salsa/ sour cream sauce was delectable.  Also, the Turkey Mulligatawny was EXACTLY what I needed.  It was a hearty, creamy stew with all good stuff in it.  Baby definitely enjoyed it and I felt like I could finally keep something healthy down!

Next window we went to was Rolling Stonebaker, since they were the only ones creating a wood-fired pizza.  And I LOVE pizza usually depending on the sauce.  What a let down.  As we were standing in line, I kept smelling this terrible smell.  I couldn’t even describe it, but I was praying it was the woman in front of us.  WRONG.  It was the pizza!  Oh dear.   Here is what they served us:  Wood-fired pizza with maple-glazed brussels sprouts, candy onion jam, wood-roasted squash, and Italico cheese.  So I can’t figure out what it was that smelled so badly (I know, brussels sprouts you would think, but I’m pretty sure that was not it), so I basically took one bite and was finished.  I just couldn’t get over the smell.  The crust was good, though!  They also gave us a wood-fired giant meatball made with local pork, lamb, and bison w/ tomato ragu, whipped ricotta and basil-chili oil.  I can’t eat anything with tomato sauce or I will vomit, so Mike has this.  He said it was fantastic.

Next was one of our favorite restaurants/ breweries that we frequent.  3 Floyd’s (Munster)!  We expected the best, and they did NOT disappoint.  They served us smoked pork shoulder w/ pork belly cornbread, cherry BBQ and last season pickled ramps (i.e. pork rinds).  They also gave us a piece of apple, maple, and sage pork sausage.  I didn’t try the pork sausage, but loved the pork shoulder dish!  The pork belly cornbread that everything sat upon was savory – wish I could have managed to steal the recipe somehow.  I always forget how much I love cornbread!

Next was Bartlett’s Grill in Tavern (out of Beverly Shores).  Bartlett’s is another restaurant that we have started to frequent in the summer months.  They have my favorite baked mac and cheese, and my favorite pear cider.  Their restaurant is out in the boonies, and we always lose service/ get lost trying to find the place.  But it ends up being worth it when we get there!    Anyhow, they served us a winter white bean cassoulet w/ local sausage, lamb, duck confit, and pork topped w/ truffled parmesan breadcrumbs.  They also gave us a mini cup of squash, cinderella pumpkin, leek & apple bisque, which was topped w/ caramelized shitake mushroom & baby kale/ arugula pesto.  The bisque proved to be too sweet for everyone, though the flavors worked well together.  The winter white bean cassoulet was a winner though!  Another hearty type of casserole with tons of healthy/ fresh ingredients.  SO GOOD.  (ps, I was still feeling pretty good at this point – just two more stations to go!)

Next was something that I was not even close to being interested in, but Megan and I got in line since the boys wanted to try it.  This was from White Oak Tavern, and the dish was a savory sweet potato custard w/ fall vegetable salad, smoked vegetable broth & buckwheat crumble.  I will never understand everyone’s obsession with sweet potato dishes in the fall.  Just so gross.  Mike really enjoyed the dish, so I will leave it at that.

Saving the best two for last!   The line was crazy long for the chicken and waffles dish from a restaurant called Valley Kitchen and Bar out of Valparaiso.  Chefs Cory Muro & Jason Rudy were the geniuses behind this dish.  It was a homemade belgian waffle (they had the sweet waffle iron right there so everyone could watch), butter, Sink’s Sugar Camp Syrup, with fried Amish chicken, Carbon’s Golden Malted Syrup, and a dash of hot sauce.  Now, I have never had the pleasure of trying chicken and waffles yet.  It has always been on my to-try list.  So, the chicken basically melted in your mouth.  That being said, chicken is usually a no-no for me lately, so I only had a bite so that I could take in the whole experience.  It was by far my favorite dish.  Mike went back to get me another one, and then I went back and asked if I could possibly get just the waffle.  The head chef was SO NICE and held up an entire waffle asking if I wanted butter and syrup (they were cutting them in fourths to fit them on the mini plates).  I love that I didn’t even have to explain my situation, they just buttered it up and handed it over!  Granted, they probably thought it was for my kids, but I wish I could have told them that their waffles are the best thing I have tasted in the past three months!  I think I will write them a thank you note.  The awesome thing is that they won first place!  Everyone got a voting ticket so you could vote for your favorite dish. So perfect.

And finally, they opened up the dessert window at 7 p.m.   This was from Valpo Velvet and consisted of Hoosier Honeycomb vanilla ice cream atop of an apple cinnamon donut, and everything was topped with a honey drizzle and sea salt.   BEST DESSERT EVER.  Sweet and savory.  Loved the addition of the honey drizzle and sea salt – I am a big fan of sea salt in just about anything, but this is the second time I’ve had it paired with an ice cream and it is just exquisite.  They even gave us a mason jar sample of the honey they used on our way out as a favor.  We will definitely go back next year!  A very well-planned event and evening – and it wasn’t overly crowded!  Win Win Win.

Okay – that’s enough from me.  Just excited to have made it past 9 p.m. last night WITH a full stomach 🙂

Ultra Cool!

Moving right along… So yesterday was another big milestone for us.  Ultrasound Day!  To explain my experience (since I had no idea what to expect), I will start with the diagnostic center medical building.  We walked in, and we were pretty much the only ones in there.  It was awesome, and the opposite of the cramped little waiting room at my doctor’s office.  We checked in, and then I headed for a chair close to the door that they open to let you into the exam rooms.  Stupid me!  Mike stopped dead in his tracks when he saw where I was headed, and motioned to the other chairs, so he could see the dumb TV.  “Come on!  It’s the show that stars the guy who looks just like me (people say)!”   OMG, yes please, let’s sit wherever you’d like. They called me in right on time.  The ultrasound tech was kind of a bitch.  Or, I guess just really impersonal.  I walked in with her, and she asked, “why are you having this ultrasound”? Uhhh, don’t you have my paperwork? Whatever.  I told her I had orders from my doctor to get this done since I am pregnant, along with bloodwork.  She then said, “well that is very odd, because usually they do an ultrasound at 8 weeks and then at 24 weeks.”  And then she just stopped talking.  Nothing calming about that. So I get on the exam table and she puts this toasty gel stuff on my tummy.  It’s go time!  And then she starts moving around with her little wand thing.  By the by, I don’t know if the techs are supposed to do this, but she was pushing really hard on my stomach with the wand thing!  It actually hurt at one point.  Stupid bitch.  She barely talked to me throughout the entire process, except to say, “I’m kind of struggling to see anything, since your bladder is not full like it should be.”    WTF.  I drank at least 32 ounces of water an hour before.  My bladder certainly felt full.  Especially as she punched directly on my bladder.  Not my problem if she can’t figure out how to do her job the right way.  So she keeps prodding around for a good 10 minutes, and finally says, “okay, I will go get your husband.”  To which I followed up with, “Um, did you find the baby?!” Turns out she did, and we had three lovely photos showing our little bebay.  We were done, and then I had to go give blood (gross).  Turns out, the blood technician was 100x nicer than the ultrasound technician.  She told me not to worry, and talked me through everything and said how much respect she has for my doctor.  So nice to hear. We went out for lunch to celebrate after.  Husband was kind of in shock as to how much the ultrasound picture actually looks like a baby.  Dude was expecting a bean or something that was not very baby-like.  I still don’t think it has set in for either of us.  Maybe when I start showing? The technician did tell me something interesting after doing the ultrasound.  She told me I am actually 13 weeks along, likely.  Making my new due date May 10 (Mother’s Day, oddly enough).  At this point, I actually wanted to cry because if that is indeed true, I should not still feel like complete shit all the time. This morning was a great example.  Got up and went downstairs to get some breakfast together and let the dog out.  Had to RUN for the bathroom.   FUCK THIS SHIT.  I felt gross all day, constantly on the edge of puking my guts out, yet trying to keep down some food.  Even my prenatal vitamin GUMMIES proved to be a challenge getting down.  I know, I’m such a child.  Husband has been great though.  He has been doing all the laundry (he pretty much always did that though, since he doesn’t like how I fold things and I often forget to take things out of the dryer…).  He reorganized the pantry today while I watched reruns of Roseanne.  He let me nap while he made dinner for tonight and another soup for tomorrow.  I am so lucky.  I feel like such a bad wife. I will end with a husband quote before I finish my herbal tea.  I sometimes collect too much of things in the pantry (tea, coffee, candy….he disposed of some Pop Rocks and Fun Dip today…WHO DOES THAT?!  I was totally going to eat that stuff!!) “If you buy any more coffee in the next two years, I’m going to murder you.”