Stab Wound

For any of you still paying attention to this thing, I do apologize for not posting lately. It's been busy at work, and I've been rushing home to do all things invitation.

Things have still been going well, but the belly is flying out in all directions. I have the brown line, and peach fuzz is forming around it. I have inserted a few pics of my ever growingness.

I'm as confused about everything as usual, but I've been having the experts like Helen and Lee do the once over on my registries to ensure I have all the gear.

We've also taken the plunge into the baby's room. I am having a lot of issues deciding what to do, which is why my sister Tracey had to come down, assess in the way of decorating. Since I am really bad about formulating ideas, we needed her to make those ideas a reality. She said get this, do that, paint this, don't put that up, and we're at least on our way. Paint is arriving today, the 1,000 piece crib is laying all over our once guest room, and baby clothes, onesies, and receiving blankets have formed an AIDS-esque size quilt in the room.

In other news, a few of you may know I had a little incident yesterday. I came into work early to cut address labels. This requires a cutting mat, and a sharp Xacto knife. I was standing and cutting, and made a long, quick cut that caused the knife to slip off the end of the table. My large belly was in the way, and I noticed a slit in my new shirt! Then I felt a stinging. Yep, I had sliced open the belly! It was a really small cut, but clean, and really open (probably from my already pulled skin). I got scared because there was initially a lot of blood, and the thing was just so open. I frantically called Trent, and he jumped in the car and came over. I'm sure getting a call from your pregnant wife that she just cut open her stomach isn't the most pleasant to get.

I wasn't sure what to do because it wasn't awful, but it wasn't band-aid worthy either. So, we call the OB just to check about infection. She wants nothing to do with us, and said call your GP. We call them, and they say come over right away. We bust up there, and the doc says, yep you're gonna need that stitched up. So, we head down to Urgent Care. Of course, everyone knows I'm pregs, so they're swarming like bees to ensure I'm ok, which was nice. Once they found out I was fine, and it was self-inflicted, I had to wait with the rest of the shlubs.
Then I had to look at a screen and point yes/no as to whether Trent did this, or if I'm afraid of him. Yipes. Like, uh, yes, my husband tried to kill me and our baby with a half inch slit to the stomach.

After talking to the admitting nurse, who was a total freak, we waited around with all the other freaks in the waiting area. A few were yelling stuff out loud, some were in really bad shape, one lady with hospital scrubs on was crying. Then, one guy was shackled, with two fully armed cops with him. Trent said the guy gave him the stink eye...the evil eye, but who knows. He probably ended up there from a cut to the gulliver with a sharpened butter knife by another guy (with tattoos he got with pen ink while in the clink). This is typically how is goes.

Anyway, I was in. Everyone was intrigued by my story, and I'm the star of the ER. They're also all trying to figure out the best way to stitch up a pregnant belly. I heard the nurse telling the PA (Physician's Assistant) what happened, then I hear, "She's pregnant too?" The PA finally comes in, as if he didn't just judge me, and explores for a few more minutes for the best sewing scenario.

First things first, a tetanus shot, which still burns today. Then, he numbs me up, and washes practically my entire damn body with bactine. He was pouring it from what seemed like three feet up in the air onto my belly, and it's rolling down behind me, down my $275 Paige jeans, and all over my new, recently slit top. Honestly, I've never had one, but this is what I pictured as a golden shower. Not to mention these are low jeans, so half my ass, and my waist ass (the part of my butt that has moved up to show in my non-existent waist) is in his face. What a thrill for him. He threaded me up with three stitches, and I was repaired.

Now, all I need to do is keep it dry and covered. He suggested I wrap myself in plastic wrap before my shower. I chose instead to see how I could keep my from the water this morning. It worked before I washed my hair, then water rolled to the front from my neck. So, I may have to try his approach tomorrow, or start sponging. Sweet.

Inset are pictures of the wound from the top, and me pointing at the scene of the crime. Geez, my belly looks really huge in that one. Could it be the angle?
Enjoy.