Still Cookin'

Damn Near 30 Weeks and Pookie is Still Going Strong

I haven't made an actual report on how things are going with Pookie for a little while, because there really hasn't been much news.  The last time Pookie had an appointment, things were going so well that the doctor didn't schedule an appointment for this week.  29 weeks pregnant with triplets, and no end in sight.  The trap door is still locked down tight, and those kids ain't going nowhere.

Having the pooklings enter 30+ weeks territory is great, unless you're Pookie.  Obviously she wants them to gestate away as long as it is beneficial for them (she's not some selfish bitch from Burlington), but being pregnant with triplets this far along is not easy.  I know this, because I hear about it.  I kid, Pookie has been a soldier through all of this.  People have been telling me that they read the blog, and it's great that there haven't been any problems and everything is going so smoothly.  Things have been great health-wise, but I wouldn`t consider them to be "smooth".

We have entered those precious times where I have to help Pookie put boots on, she gets very sore from sitting up too long, and life in general has gotten very difficult.  Grandma Tammy has been a big help, she is in town again this weekend to help with some shitty chores, like doing laundry, watching Criminal Minds (the show where the ridiculously good looking FBI profilers solve impossible crimes and then kick in a door to save a victim about to be murdered at 7:52 every god damn night), and hopefully cook a meal or two.  This help makes a big difference.

Yesterday was a pretty typical day for us that really highlighted the ups and downs of our little situation.  Last night we ate frozen fish sticks for dinner.  Out of a box.  We heated them up and everything, but trying to make a frozen fish stick taste good is like trying to pick up a turd by the clean end.  It wasn`t long ago that Pookie would have laughed at the thought of eating frozen, processed crap for dinner, and then whipped up a savoury yet nutritious meal like only Pookie (and my mom) can.  Now that Papa Jeff is running the kitchen, we are spending evenings with Captain Highliner and Ronald McDonald.  Rocky still begs at the table, but his heart isn`t into it like it used to be.

Later than evening, just before bedtime (8 pm), Pookie showed me the cell phone trick.  For some reason, the babies don`t really kick if you put your hand on her belly.  They become very inactive when you things go dark, so putting your hand over their particular area causes them to go still.  But, if you illuminate the keypad on Pookie`s phone and lay it on her belly, our little girl starts kicking and punching and makes the phone move around like a Mexican jumping bean.  It`s great because you can really see every little movement when your hand isn`t in the way.  Suddenly my nasty fish stick dinner didn`t seem so bad.

Pookie has another appointment next week, I will be bloggin`.