Just a few days to go before our little (still unnamed) boy arrives. We've been down to the wire with names before. We'll have picked one by Sunday.
I have already had my steroid shots. The OBs decided to do them a week early to give them more time to work. Now I know why baseball players take those things. I felt so energetic after the first shot, I just kept going and going. I couldn't sleep that night, but I felt good. I ended up listening to Jim Berg's Quieting a Noisy Soul on my iPod for several hours during the night and finally went to sleep around 5 a.m. I was tired the next day, but had another shot, and my energy picked back up again. Over the next two days, I cleaned some of our carpets, took Cara shopping for her 12th birthday, fussed at the family for making the house a mess, stayed up til 2:00 a.m., took Nathan out for his 9th birthday, and made lots of plans for this week. Yesterday, however, was different. I was very touchy, very on-edge. One of my friends at church asked me if I had begun having the side effects of steroids wearing off yet. So I guess the answer to that would be "yes". I wasn't aware of the varying side effects of steroids, but now I know a little about them first hand, and I'm glad that part is done.
I've been complaining to Jon that my brain isn't working just right. I've been frustrated at being so ridiculously forgetful. But I really outdid myself last week. I had to call the OB's office for the phone number of another doctor. The nurse gave me the number, I wrote it down, and called right away. The line was busy, so I called back a few minutes later. It was still busy. I thought it was really strange, after three of four tries, that the phone in a doctor's office would stay busy for so long - surely they must have more than one line. I was dialing the number again when I suddenly realized that the nurse had given me my own phone number, and I hadn't even realized it. I was calling myself. It's a good thing we don't have call waiting.