A B+ for the weekend

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I can’t believe the weekend was here and gone already. It went by so quickly! And so will the next 8 weeks or so hopefully, because (drumroll) we got a faint line on the HPT I took yesterday!! I took another one this morning and still only a faint line, but my period was due Friday-ish depending on how long my cycle is, which I’m not exactly sure of, so it could have been due anywhere from Friday to yesterday (Sunday) and it didn’t come!!! Yippeeeeee!!! I’m going to wait another couple of days before doing a test again, but I can’t wait to go to the Dr. and see my little yolk sac on the big screen!

Getting past the first trimester is pretty nerve wracking though. I don’t know how it is in the States since I’ve never been pregnant there, but in Japan people are so worried about you making any kind of false move that could cause a miscarriage before you’re 12 weeks along. In my understanding, exercise or lifting, or any normal activity is not what causes miscarriages, but I’m no expert. When I got pregnant with Sara, the doctor told me at my very first appointment when I was 5 weeks and 2 days along, “Congratulations! Now continue living life and doing everything exactly as you have been.” That’s why I loved my doctor in Osaka. She was awesome. Although the clinic where I gave birth to Sara was awesome, I want to try giving birth at a midwifery near here this time. Hopefully they’ll have the same attitude as my doctor in Osaka did.

It was really nice to have Sarah and Sakura (and in the end, Ryohei) here with us to share in our happy news. Sarah and Sakura arrived Friday afternoon and we hung out here and ordered a pizza for dinner and watched a movie, and Sara and Sakura played together, which was soooooo cute. I’ve never seen Sara be so gentle with another child before, but she seemed to understand that Sakura was littler than she was and she kept patting her head and cuddling her and being very big sister-like and cute. Up until now she’s mostly played with children very close to her age or older, so there’s much more rough and tumble going on. It was actually quite a relief to see her behaving so well with a baby smaller than she is. She’s going to be a very good big sister I think (hope).

On Saturday we went for a short walk around Zenkoji temple (the big tourist attraction around here, which happens to be 3 minutes from our house), and then I wanted to provide Sarah with a pseudo-Mexican lunch, but wouldn’t you know it, the one and only Mexican restaurant in Nagano is only open for lunch Sunday through Thursday! WTF is that all about? So I took her to a very nice Italian restaurant that we often go to in the next town over. Then we went grocery shopping and I made tacos for dinner. At least I was able to provide her with somewhat of a Mexican fix.

Sarah went to bed early as Sakura was up really early that morning. It was early the next morning that the weekend went from being an A+ to a B+. Around 5:30, Akinori and I both woke up with a start from the distinct sound of wretching and crying. The first sound was from poor Sarah, and the second from poor Sakura. Don’t want to go into too much detail, but Sarah was not in a good place! She was meant to meet up with Ryohei on the way home Monday morning, but she got in touch with him, and he came to Nagano on Sunday night to help look after Sakura. Sarah’s temperature started to go up in the afternoon/evening, and the 3 of us (Ryohei, Akinori and myself) sort of insisted that Sarah go to the hospital and hopefully get a drip. So I took Sara to the hospital and we left the boys to take care of the girls. It would have been awesome if Sarah was healthy and the two of us got to go for a GNO, but unfortunately our little trip wasn’t much fun.

The hospital didn’t give Sarah a drip, nor a proper diagnosis as it was Sunday night and they were seeing her during emergency hours, but Akinori went to the pharmacy earlier that day (to pick up more HPTs) and when he described Sarah’s symptoms to the chemist, two of them right away said “without a doubt Noro virus”. Akinori’s mother is a chemist too, and she said the same thing. Anyway, the Dr. gave Sarah some meds and we came back to our place, and ordered more pizza. (Poor Sarah had to have o-kayu. It’s really no fun being sick.) Ryohei was really good with Sakura though, and even managed to get her to sleep while we were gone! Sakura was obviously thrilled to see him too. She gave him a HUGE smile when he came in the house.

I took the K family to the station this morning before my mommy/baby yoga class. After yoga Sara and I went shopping to stock up on baby food, and she slept most of the time we were in the car and store. Once we got home, I think the excitement of the weekend caught up with both of us and we had a nice looooong nap. I woke up around 4 and Sara woke up at 5.

Well I guess it’s back to our boring every day routine of braving the cold and thinking up ways to avoid Mrs. X. Speaking of which, I plan on using the whole pregnancy thing to my advantage as much as possible on that front. Wish my luck that the next 36 weeks are as uneventful as possible!

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About Brenda in Nagano

Originally from Chicago, I knew I was destined to spend the rest of my life in Japan the moment I set foot in the country at the tender age of 16. However, I was quite intent on spending that rest of my life in a major city with a full on career, until my Japanese Prince Charming came trotting down from the mountains of Nagano to sweep me off my feet and whisk me away, turning my whole life plan on its head. Two months after moving to Nagano I gave birth to our little Princess Charming, so now I am officially a SAHM and teach a little belly dance on the side.

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