Besides my bouts of crying, it appears that pregnancy hormones are giving me other troubles.

I’ve had this dry, red, flaky skin by the side of my nose for a month now. Nothing I’ve been putting on it has helped and I’ve been afriad of making it worse. I stopped putting make up on it wondering if that was the cause but nothing has changed. I’m pretty sick of going out with a red splooch on my face.

I was afraid that is was perioral dermatitis which my mother was diagnosed with 4 or 5 months ago. This requires an antibiotic treatment, a strong one that can not be taken with pregnancy. I hadn’t read anything about it being contagious but was still worried.

I went to the dermatologist this morning and apparently with a really quick glance he determined that it was a form of seborrheic dermatitis.  He made it sound like a hormone thing and thought that pregnancy was doing it to me. He rattled off some creams to the nurse and was out the door in a flash. I wonder how much he gets paid for looking at me for less then one min?

I’m certainly relieved that it isn’t anything worse. With the creams it should go away in a month although I could have flare ups forever…

I haven’t had a day this bad in a long time. Aaaaaahhh. I cried allll morning long. Waaa! It’s now 8:30 pm and my eyes are still burning… and it was all over something so stupid. Sigh.

Sometimes I just hate being a women. Why are we so overly emotional… take things way to personal… bring up a hundred other sad issues that aren’t even related to the problem, making us cry even more… and getting totally worked up over nothing… (Ok, it wasn’t nothing at the time. It was such a BIG deal… to me.) Can I blame it on pregnancy hormones?

The worst part was that I had no where to go. No where to run and hide. To be by myself. I had kids to take care of, house guests in the basement and a husband working from home. I spent 2 hours in the HALF BATHROOM. ( Between the sobs and blowing of my nose, I did some cleaning while I was there. I couldn’t believe the fingerprints that were on the pocket door. Woo!)

Anyway, it’s all over now but I feel like a real crummy person. For therapy I baked some cinnamon rolls. Now if you know me, you’d know that I am not a baker. I hate it and rarely ever use my oven except for frozen pizzas so this must say something about how I was feeling. I think this may be the 2 or 3 time I’ve ever made cinnamon rolls in my life. Surprisingly they turned out and I even used old yeast.

That’s what my family and I ate for dinner. Healthy, eh?

I can’t wait to go to sleep. Wash everything away. The burning feeling in my eyes, the pit in my stomach and the awkwardness around my house from everyone wanting to avoid mommy.

After reading my favorite blogs, I’ve found that I wasn’t the only one who had a bad day. There MUST be something in the air.

Hugs and kisses to you all…. tomorrow… when I’m feeling up to it.

I have a long list on my TO DO list and for the past two day I have struggled to get out of my pajamas and out of the house. I am more then willing to blame it on the fact that I can’t fit comfortably into ANYTHING! Regular clothes cause pain and maternity clothes fall off my hips exposing areas you’d rather not see. So thus, I’m wasting my morning away on the computer and finishing my newest Real Simple magazine.

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Emma’s cough turned out to be viral… I am now hacking up a lung myself. Another reason not to leave the house. Emma must have just had a bout with one cough and then quickly caught another making it drag on for a mouth and a half. Poor girl. I’m feeling for her now.

Sniff sniff hack.

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The past couple weeks we’ve been busy enjoying the fall festivities. Pumpkin patches, corn mazes, fall hikes, and scenic loop drives in the mountains.  I can’t get enough of these leaves.

And my little man can’t get enough of machinery.

These photos were taken a few weeks ago at Historical Wheeler Farm. I have fun editing them but it’s hard to know if I’m doing it right. Do they look over done? I think this one of me and my hubby is cute. I sure love this guy!!

Here is Isaac’s latest. He’s all over the house like this. No kidding. It’s hilarious because he obviously doesn’t have the skill. He shuffles around and falls down but he’s loving it. We were fearing for our walls and furniture so we had to hide the blades for a while. The helmet is Jer’s snowboarding helmet. It took me back to the days when my little bro would where my dad’s motorcycling helmet. It was big and white and we called him mushroom head. Do you think Isaac is taking after his uncle?

And for my latest… I can’t get enough of all the cute fabrics that are out there. I made Emma this skirt one night with my sis and mommas help. I love it and am planning my next fabric run. Ahhh, someone help me!! Too, too cute!

Okay, now why didn’t anyone tell me that I had a typo on my last post title?? Hummm? “I’m at a lost” So you probably figured out what I meant but I feel kind of silly. I must be the queen of typos. Jer caught it so maybe I should hire him for my permanent editor.

We finally made it to my first prenatal visit. Hurray! I immediately liked my new midwife. Such a friendly smile. She thought I was measuring 3 weeks big but I did have a super full bladder so for now I’ll just think little baby was getting pushed up high.

I admit I was so anxious to finally hear a heartbeat. It gets to the point where I just want some confirmation of why my body is going bizerk and I can’t fit into any of my pants.  It’s hard not to have those fears of “what if there is no heartbeat.” I know that it happens and there is nothing I could do about it and so it’s a relief to finally hear that small creature inside of me.

I did think I felt some movement the other day. It seemed quite obvious but since I haven’t felt any more big ones I tend to think it was my imagination or a super big gas bubble. HE HE!.

When do you send your child to school with a cold and when do you keep them home? This week the answer has not been so clear to me.

Emma has had a cough for weeks now, maybe 4. I’ve lost track of how long it’s been. The same thing happened last year and it eventually went away but this year it seems to be getting worse.

I know, I know, you are probably all thinking “Hello, Bronchitis!” but her lungs sound nice and clear.  She has no other symptoms and is not, by any means, acting sick or complaining of feeling yucky. I would just taker her to the Drs for conformation but our insurance totally stinks.

Her teacher has only mentioned her cough to me once. She had her sit in the office one day debating if she should send her home because she was having a coughing fit after playing at recess. It went away and they let her stay but Emma comes home everyday and tells me that she has to sit at a table all by herself and is not allowed to play with the other kids. It breaks my heart because I don’t want Emma feeling so left out.

I’ve kept her home the past 2 days but I can’t help but feel that she’s not really sick. So I’m putting the questions out there… at what point do you decided that your child is sick enough to stay home??

… when you’ve got the real thing.

We were playing outside today and Isaac managed to drag out Daddy’s lawn mower from the garage. He was so excited about it that I sat and watched him push it around the yard for a bit. He was pushing with all of the effort his little body could muster. Occasionally he’d bring me hand fulls of cut grass that had dropped out of the great machine from a previous mow. Perhaps he thought he was actually cutting grass. So totally cool, Isaac!