Month 8- It's almost time...

Well, the goodtimes were short lived. Thanksgiving in Charleston was a complete disaster. We went to the Rawlinson family Thanksgiving luncheon. I am sure the food was good but all I could smell and see was FOOD. I could not get out of there fast enough. Before we got back to Kevin's Mom's I had to have Kevin pull off the road for me to be sick. I am so tired of being sick everytime I eat. I am starving for real food but, I can't look at it. When we got to Kevs Mom's house, I had to go lay down while everyone else celebrated Thanksgiving. I was finally able to eat a cold turkey sandwich that evening before going to bed. In the middle of the night, I thought I was about to have the baby. She turned herself completely around so that she was head first. It felt like she had her feet pushing my boobs into my throat. I just knew that we were going to have to go to MUSC to have the baby that night. I swore that night if I ever got back to Florence, I would not leave town again until the baby arrived. In the middle of everything else, Kevin got a call from the City of Florence (his previous employer). They ask him if they give him a huge raise and name him Controller for the city if he will consider coming back to work for them. We decided it would be the best decision for us. He will be coming home the week before Christmas and starting back with the city January 7th. This has been a stressful situation on top of everything else that has happened with this pregnancy. Our newest trick is passing out. Oh yes, I have passed out a few times. The first time it happened, I went to the hospital to have blood work done a week or so ago. As I walked up to the registration, I felt myself get hot and my legs go weak. I got to the counter and I looked at the lady sitting there and I was gone. The next thing I remember I was at the women's center in Dr. Clary's office This happened to me several more times. They don't know what was causing this. I tried to talk the docs into letting me have the baby before Christmas. They said "no!" I have decided not to breast feed. I know that it is best for the baby to breast feed but, I honestly don't think I am healthy enough after all of these problems to take this on. I have decided to reduce the stress and simply use formula. I am sure I am going to hear about this for months from other moms but, they can talk after they have had a pregnancy like mine. I will just be glad to get Mary Catherine here! I think we are seriously going to talk about adopting the next child. I do not know that I can physically or mentally do this again.