Thanks so much for all of your fabulous birthday wishes friends! Things did not go quite as I had planned, but it was a good weekend nonetheless.

The Good

I won the weight loss challenge that ended on my birthday! I’m really looking forward to taking a class at the French Pastry School with my winnings. Yum!

I squeezed into my pre-pregnancy jeans and wore them in public for the first time!


Shirt from Express, undershirt from Shade, pants from American Eagle, shoes from Zara, Avocado necklace from Etsy

 

I look really tan in that photo above (I fought with the color on that picture forever because I feel like I look orange, but if I take the red down everything looks sickly green!) and I think it’s from all of my running outside. I have a slight tan line from where my Bodybugg sits.

I went to something called LPF for the first time (basically free dinner for business school students and their wives on Friday afternoons) and TH said it was the best LPF they’ve ever had. Thanks for the nice birthday present Booth!

I received some wonderful presents from my family, including a necklace from my in-laws that would look fabulous with the outfit above, a touching card and pair of earrings from my sister, an iTunes gift certificate (which I’ve used up most of already :) ), salt and pepper grinders from TH, and two books from the Mortal Messiah series from my parents.

TH and I spent Saturday evening on our couch, eating super cheap (yet delicious!) sushi from Lawrence Fish Market and watching Harry Potter. I want to own all 8 HP movies when they come out in the collectors edition DVD set, I love those movies so much.

The Bad

My pre-pregnancy jeans are from American Eagle and they are not made for bending down and picking up babies. So I’m going to get rid of them and buy a pair that cover my bum better.

T1 had a slight fever on Friday, but we gave him some tylenol and he seemed fine. On Saturday when I woke up for my race he had a fever ranging between 102-104.

Because of said sickness I didn’t get my day free of responsibilities.

Also, because of said sickness, I didn’t run in my 5k. :( $40 invested and nothing to show for it!

The timeline:

Jenna wakes up at 5:30 am to get ready for race
T1 wakes up a few minutes later whimpering and crying
TH gets up with T1, Jenna continues to get ready for said race
TH asks Jenna what the normal temperature for babies is. T1 is sweating and shaking.
T1 has a temperature of 102. No wait, 104. No wait, 103. No wait, 102. (We really need a more reliable thermometer!)
Jenna begins googling. She feels that they don’t need to call the doctor or go to the hospital because T1 has no other worrisome symptoms.
TH makes T1 a bottle and tucks him into the master bed. Jenna looks over and thinks how cute the scene is. As she does up her sports bra T1 spews vomit all over the bed.
It is 6:30 am Jenna is now not sure she should go to the race. Her options are:
A. Have baby and daddy come to race. This is stupid and reckless. Immediately out.
B. She drives car up to race and tries to find parking. What if baby needs to go to the emergency room and is stranded without car? Out.
C. She takes public transportation (an hour!) up to the race. She is away from baby and maybe he has to go to the hospital. She will barely make it in time for the start of the race and she doesn’t have her packet yet. No way.
D. She takes a taxi ($$$$) up to the race. What if baby goes to the hospital? Out again.

So instead of doing my 5k I stripped the bed and went down to the laundry room to wash our vomit-covered linens. I alternated between worrying about little T1 and pouting for myself. T1 slept off and on that morning, and TH spent most of the day pacing the living room with his son in his arms (so sweet!) because T1 would cry if we put him down. We never called the doctor or went to the emergency room, just kept using tylenol, sleep, and fluids until his fever broke later in the afternoon. He was back to normal by Sunday morning when we woke up for church!

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Not quite the 26th birthday weekend I imagined, but I’m actually really happy with it. It’s a fun story to tell, and it’s really indicative of what it’s like to be a parent. I’m going to wait for warmer weather, find a race with a lower fee, and sign up for another 5k. Then I’ll make T1 pinky promise that he won’t get sick for the next one. :)

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