A Chemo a Day

The Captain starts his 1st round of chemo tomorrow. We still have no idea how it is going to look, for sickness, for work, for me....really any of it. So please pray (or continue to) that his body would tolerate the drug well and this week would not be one that he dreads in the future.

I forgot, in my last post, to mention about the Riggeroni, the Riggster, Big Rigg...whichever you prefer. I had a Dr. apt. just that morning. Everything is looking great. I also had an ultrasound the day before because, well...umm...I AM HUGE! seriously people, I am BIG. I am measuring almost 2 and 1/2 weeks big and I am already less than 1/2 and inch away from my total circumference on my due date with Caden...large and in charge...that is me. So we had the ultrasound to measure the little guy. He is about 6 and 1/2 pounds. Which means he will most likely be around 8 or higher when he arrives. Caden was a whopping 8.9 so we will see who is bigger...I think I win!
I asked my doc about inducing me. I would love to wait it out...but I think it wiser to have a plan. The captain still cannot drive and if I go into labor while he is at work we would both have to find a ride to the hospital. And since he is starting chemo, if I was overdue, this could run into his next round of treatments. She was all for the idea. So next Friday at my next apt she is going to give me a date for Rigg's arrival...I know you are all on pins and needles but you will just have to wait.

I would like to say a little something about me and the way I process/write on this blog. I plan nothing. By that I mean usually I know maybe some of what I would like to say, but most posts take on a world of their own once my fingers hit the keys. I write as I think. My last post I realize was a bit of a downer...but it was all true and how I was feeling right at that moment. I long for Heaven every day. It has just been magnified for me lately. Most days I am a happy smiley, giggly, ginormously large pregnant woman. But I do have my down times. This is simply to say, thank you for all of your prayers, but I really do not want you to worry. I am truthful and honest with you because I feel like I can be a better example of Christs power in my life when I point out that I cannot do it myself. Last Friday...I could not do it myself...thank you for all the prayer for me and my family. I am continuously overwhelmed that complete strangers care enough to pray for "little" old me. This is truly a picture of the body of Christ and what it is supposed to work like.

I will post in a day or so and keep you updated on the Captain and how he is reacting to the Chemo...and let y'all know that date for the birth of Rigg!