Hop-a-long Coop

Cooper is beginning to figure out how to walk with his cast, in spite of the doctor assuring us that 1). He shouldn’t, and 2). He can’t, given the particular way that they angle the foot in the cast.   I actually did ask the doctor what to do if he tried to walk.   He laughed and said, “Push him over.”   Ha.   Yeah.   After I cheer him on.

He has been better overall today, though.   He still gets overcome with pain and frustration at intervals throughout the day, but they are becoming fewer and farther between.   His appetite had returned and he seems to be getting more used to it.   Kenny is also getting a little more used to the fact that The Coop needs extra TLC for now.   He’s had his moments over the last few days, but they are more half-hearted than sincere cries for attention.

I am doing fairly well.   My back and shoulders are killing me from all the extra Cooper-carrying I’ve been doing… And Cooper is not a kid who hangs on and cooperates when he’s being carried here, there and yonder.   He twists his body, sometimes trying to dive right to the floor if you are going in a direction he does not care for, and often pushes me away so hard it’s all I can do not to drop him.   If I set him down before we reach our destination, of course, he howls and wails and cries, “MAMA!   Hold-ye!   Hold-yeeee.”  

Someday when he is eighteen, I am going to make him carry me on a five mile hike through rocky terrain, all the while pouring me glasses of milk and giving me crackers, and I am going to try with all my strength to get out of his grasp, and alternately howl and hug him, and then when we finish I will say:”There, son.   We’re even.”

As for being pregnant, I haven’t had much time to think about it, other than at times feeling so nauseous that I have to lay down on the floor to keep the room from spinning.   These episodes are matched by equal spans of time when I am so ravenously hungry for odd things that I can’t decide if I should ignore my stomach or pacify it.   Mashed potatoes with a side of blueberry yogurt, anyone?   I actually poured vinegar on top of my tuna sandwich today, because it sounded like a good idea.   And I’ve gone through three entire loaves of bread this week, with as many sticks of butter.   Actually, I think I need some of that right now.   Right after I finish the rest of tonight’s meatloaf…

Ironically, I haven’t gained any weight yet, but I think it’s because of the heavy weightlifting regimen that Cooper has me on.   I’m sure once Cooper’s cast comes off, I’ll go from svelte to bulbous in no time.   ha ha.