We went camping with the usual suspects, plus Josie and Dan's sister Anna and Auntie Janice. Caitlyn and Aidan's daddy Dave came along this time too!
The fire ban due to drought meant we had to toast our marshmallows over propane stove instead of roaring campfire, but they still tasted good.
Looking back at the pictures, we had a pretty good time, though my memories are rather overshadowed by the other main effect of the drought: an increase in ground hornet activity. Turned out that our camp sites straddled a wasp "supernest". Of course the kids ran right over it. Of course Elizabeth was stung. Six times!
Auntie Yukiko was stung several times as well, once before the main incident, and a number of times while rescuing her niece. Luckily Dianne and Auntie Janice both have good first aid skills. Dianne grabbed her ice and the two of them set to work icing, applying afterbite and removing stingers (tip: use a credit card, not tweezers to avoid squeezing poison into the bite). Elizabeth screamed nonstop for more than an hour and refused to unbend her legs or put any weight on them. So the nice park wardens called an ambulance for us to get her checked out. The paramedics got her calmed down with the help of a small stuffed animal, checked her blood pressure etc and concluded that it was psychological trauma so we decided to go to bed instead of emergency. They left "Ambulance Bear" behind for Elizabeth to keep as a souvenir. Elizabeth didn't sleep terribly well, but Auntie Janice picked up a bunch of anti-itch supplies from a nearby pharmacy and we applied a number of these in turn every couple of hours all night. I was very glad that we were car camping and not canoeing several days away from help.
In the morning Elizabeth's swellings had gone down significantly and most of the bites had entirely disappeared. Auntie Yukiko was not so lucky - her hand especially swelled and swelled until she could hardly bend it. She ended up heading to an urgent care clinic right after lunch. (She's all better now!)
None of the kids wanted to go home. Elizabeth cried as we left. "I wanted to stay forever and ever and ever."
We decided not to take Elizabeth to the first ultrasound appointment yesterday as we hadn't mentioned the possibility of a sibling yet. I was pretty sure I had either lost or was about to lose the baby anyway.
So I went alone and was rather surprised to find out that baby seemed fine. The bleeding is apparently due to a large blood clot, but it doesn't seem to be interfering with the baby.
Remember the baby raccoons from the Great Glebe Garage sale? They aren't so little anymore!
Jesse saw them on the garage roof pawing at the window. In his zeal to scare them away, he accidentally set off the house alarm! I came down to help chase away the burglars but though I bounded outside in my pjs yelling "shoo!", the raccoons were obviously not scared of me in the least...
Actually the one looked like it was contemplating jumping towards me. Being less than a metre away, I decided I'd better back off. They gave me and Jesse a good hard look and then slowly ambled away...
Started bleeding and figured that I was about to have yet another miscarriage (sigh). Although my first scheduled midwife appointment isn't until the 11th, I duly called. Nothing to do, aside from checking things out via a dating ultrasound. Midwife says: "I would have sent you for one anyway, given your history."
When I was pregnant with Elizabeth, I felt very tired and nauseous for much of the first trimester. Many smells and too much bending made me retch violently, but I was fortunate to avoid much in the way of actual throwing up. This pregnancy has been rather different. The nausea comes unexpectedly and with great violence. Last week I totally traumatized Elizabeth when I had to pull over on the side of the highway. I was just lucky I happened to have a bag handy, and very thankful when I discovered it was waterproof. I managed to drive shakily home and then sat in the driveway a while before calling Brendan to come and rescue us. Elizabeth was totally unresponsive by then, pretending to be asleep in the back and obviously greatly upset. Brendan calmed her down and I went to lie down for a while.
Since being so sick is not particularly fun, I went to my family doctor today in the hopes of getting an earlier ultrasound to actually confirm the pregnancy. When I was first pregnant with Elizabeth, my previous family doctor was very surprised that we weren't particularly excited by the positive pregnancy test he administered. It wasn't until we'd had the first ultrasound that we were convinced there was actually a baby. Quite aside from having had positive pregnancy tests followed by miscarriage in the past, we know a couple of people who've had positive pregnancy tests followed by an empty ultrasound, and we also know from the fertility testing we did pre-Elizabeth that my risk of this happening is much higher than normal.
I quite like my current family doctor, but I admit I was quite frustrated when she flatly refused to give me an ultrasound requisition on the grounds that it was "unnecessary". She basically told me that I was worrying too much about unusual complications. It was only later that I realized that she doesn't actually know any of my fertility history.