Luckily it's nothing contagious but it's not so good. After several days of a racing heart followed by zero energy I headed to the doctor who informed me of my ridiculously low iron levels. FE levels. That's right, I know some stuff.
Her exact words were "I have never actually seen it this low. I can't believe you haven't passed out just sitting here". Very comforting since I had to still drive myself and Grant home.
So I had a bunch of blood work done and she said I'll have to go into the hospital tomorrow for iron IVs, which I didn't even know was a thing.
So that's interesting. Along with the Braxton Hicks coming, which I never had with Grant, it's been fun.
Grant, however, loved the doctors office and was a perfect angel for once. Everything the doctors did to me he'd say "my turn!" And they were so nice and accommodating to his demands. Like making him a balloon with a face. Which was extremely sad when it popped at home later and he kept trying to blow it back up.
So catch up! And go:
ecause he does it himself by memory. Not word for word obviously, but it's pretty impressive.
Today in the car I handed him a Caillou book and he goes "I wuv dis gook!" Then a little while later I here him go "what dis color? Red. What dis color? Blue. What dis color? Yellow."
Last night as we were going to bed he yelled at me "mama, listen to me! Goodnight. See you morning. I wuv you so much. I wuv you too much."
Oh, funny memory. At the doctor when they went to check the baby's heartbeat, as soon as she put the doppler on my stomach, he kicked it off, 3 times in a row. Which made me laugh of course. Clearly she was invading his space. I remember Grant doing that near the end of my pregnancy with him. This baby is so much more active early on. He had hiccups tonight, which was the first time I've felt that with this one.