I think I’ve done a “day in the life” post before, but it’s been awhile.
And today I started my twice weekly non-stress tests at the doctor, so thus begins a new chapter of “A Day in the Life” of the Parris family.
7:00 a.m.–Alarm goes off. (Stephen asked me the night before if 7:20 wasn’t “good enough”…but I insisted on 7:00. And I HATE getting up early. Don’t ask me how I did it when I was teaching…)
7:30 a.m.–I’m dressed and (mostly) ready. Awaken Kenni. She didn’t go to bed till nearly 11:00. (I know! We’re terrible parents! We had a DID rehearsal, and then when we got home she was so wound up that it took numerous attempts to get her to stay in her room.) She is NOT happy to be awake this early.
8:00 a.m.–Kenni is fed and “dressed”. It’s pajama day at school, so I took her out of her pajamas to put on…pajamas. And I resisted the urge to iron them. I even found a pair of bedroom slippers someone had passed onto her to go on her feet. I was way excited for her!
8:05 a.m.–Awaken Caia. She is not happy to be awake this early either.
8:36 a.m.–Finally out the door with Caia on my way to Aimee’s house to drop her off for the morning. Stephen is taking Kenni to preschool and praying that I’ll be done at the doctor in time to pick her up. We’ll see.
9:00 a.m.–Caia is secure at Aimee’s. Aimee gave me some muffins to go.
9:20 a.m.–I stop at Chick Fil A anyway. I think, I’ll get some orange juice and make sure this little guy moves around enough for the test.
9:30 a.m.–That was my appointment time. I’m still not there.
9:42 a.m.–I pull into the doctor’s office and sign in.
10:10 a.m.–They call me back and hook me up to the machine.
Basically, if you don’t know what the non-stress test is, they wrap a couple of monitors around your huge stomach…one that measure your “contractions” or “uterine activity” and the other that measures the baby’s heartbeat. They give you a little clicker and lay you on your side on the most uncomfortable table with a “pillow” that’s about as thick as…oh, I’d say…a sheet of paper. Then they tell you to click the button everytime you feel the baby move.
I was told at my last appointment that this should take about 20 minutes.
The nurse today said,
Okay. You’ll be here for about an hour. Have fun!
AN HOUR?! So, I said, “In that case, can you hand me my phone and my book?”
Someone pops their head in after 5 minutes or so, looks at my paper, and says,
Okay. Looks good. See you in a little while.
Then, they leave you alone in this room with the machine. Well, maybe this is God’s way of giving me some “alone time” for the next 10 or so weeks!!
10:56 a.m.–They finally take me off the monitor, put me in another waiting to wait on the mid-wife.
11:05 a.m.–Mid-wife is on call today and is at the hospital delivering a baby. So, they let me see the new doctor.
Wow. What can I say about this? Ummm, I’m pretty sure that I was older than her, and her answers to everything led me to believe that I knew more about having babies than she did.
I check out, and the receptionist asks me where my family is. Oooh…does that mean we’re that recognizable? Hmmmm…
I totally like the receptionist, though. She’s really nice.
She informs me that they might choose to send me to the hospital next week for the second NST because they are closed for Thanksgiving.
That should be fun, I guess. 
I make it back in time to pick up the car seat from Stephen, pick Kenni up at school, and get Caia from Aimee’s.
Aimee has already fed Caia, which is really good because she was so ready for a nap when I brought her back in the house that she practically asked me for one.
Kenni and I ate lunch, and then she played on the computer a bit while I crashed.
I crashed hard, too.
Whew. Tuesdays are going to be exhausting, I can tell.
Caia wakes up. We have snack. We vacuum carpets, do some laundry, and begin Operation McKenna Room Sweep (aka Get Rid Of Everything We Don’t Need or Love So As To Make Room For A New Roommate…Little Sister…Soon…)
Took me about 30 minutes to clean out ONE SIDE of her closet. This resulted in two bags of trash, one bag of clothes to give away, and two bags of hand-me-downs for next summer.
Did I mention that was ONE SIDE of her closet?
Then we play and watch some Sesame Street while mommy starts dinner. (It was chili and cornbread. Mmmmm…)
While Mommy’s making dinner, Little Destructo pulls the internet cable from the wall and disconnects my internet, and then finds her sister’s yogurt and smears that all over herself.
Daddy comes home. We eat dinner.
Kenni says,
I don’t like chili. I’m not eating chili.
Fine. Eat your cornbread and drink your milk.
Baths, dinner clean-up, girls to bed.
Done. Only Kenni keeps coming out of her room asking for Madagascar toys, drinks, slippers, snacks…
And tomorrow, we start it over. Well, minus the doctor visit part. This time, we’ve got a playdate in Kennesaw.
I’m thinking of renting a house out there until the baby’s born.
Oh, and here’s some pics of the girls playing today.
This is Kenni with her Pajama Day outfit. Can you tell that it’s also Laundry Day?
And here’s Caia…before she smeared yogurt on the back of my couch.
It’s okay, really.
Goes with the coffee my three year old spilled on the carpet. (My coffee, by the way, not hers…)
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