Unfortunately, that title was laden with sarcasm. Yesterday sucked a little.
Hubby and I had the great idea to bring Puppy and LB to the dog park. It was a gorgeous day, and we were all ready to have some fun. Hubby even found a brand new tennis ball in the garage- what a treat for Puppy!
Anyway, we drove over and parked the car. The dog park has two sections, one large area for big dogs and one smaller area for smaller dogs. Both are completely fenced in and segregated, so it's nice. Even though Puppy is less than the 35 lb maximum for the small dog area, we take him to the big dog area... mostly because he gets freaked out by the little yip-yip dogs.
As soon as he was inside the fence, the two big dogs there were all over him, sniffing, barking, "playing". I thought maybe they just had to get used to Puppy, so we stayed, but took him to the other side of the park. That didn't last long, since the dogs were all off leashes, and the other dogs (including a third that had shown up) made their way over. I don't know what happen to instigate it, but suddenly, they were chasing Puppy, trying to bite him, and Puppy kept running and yelping, the poor thing.
Hubby broke up the dog fight and we immediately left. The owners of the other dogs did nothing to break up the fight, and Puppy left with slobber on his back where the other dogs had tried to bite him.
It just kills me that this park is supposed to be friendly and the dogs in housing are not supposed to be aggressive, and this happens! It was horrible to watch poor Puppy being attacked by these dogs and knowing I couldn't do anything... and it was really scary to know that we had LB with us! Puppy isn't really an alpha dog at all- he's so laidback and timid and if Hubby hadn't been there to break it all up, I'm sure we would have been taking Puppy to the vet.
7/31/09
7/29/09
Bloggity blog
Baby #2 is doing great. Had a check up yesterday. Hubby came with to distract LB, which was a big relief. He's taking the kid to the beach today so that I can do the L&D tour and pre-admin stuff without an energetic, curious toddler.
Overall, things are going good. Haven't posted much since Hubby came home, which is a good thing. :) Too busy having fun and enjoying each other's company again!
We're getting ready to move to CA... at least, trying to. Hubby asked that I contact realtors about houses to rent, but (despite telling him they only deal with sales) they all said they couldn't help us. So Hubby said to contact people with rentals on craigslist, and (yet again, despite telling him no one is looking for renters in November) they are all replying that they hope to have the houses rented by then. DUH!
But it's not the first instance of frustration. At least, it's the only frustration with Hubby, which is a good thing. I'm just irritated with being so involved with stuff that I feel like dropping off the face of the planet and asking everyone (save a select few) to just leave me the hell alone.
Overall, things are going good. Haven't posted much since Hubby came home, which is a good thing. :) Too busy having fun and enjoying each other's company again!
We're getting ready to move to CA... at least, trying to. Hubby asked that I contact realtors about houses to rent, but (despite telling him they only deal with sales) they all said they couldn't help us. So Hubby said to contact people with rentals on craigslist, and (yet again, despite telling him no one is looking for renters in November) they are all replying that they hope to have the houses rented by then. DUH!
But it's not the first instance of frustration. At least, it's the only frustration with Hubby, which is a good thing. I'm just irritated with being so involved with stuff that I feel like dropping off the face of the planet and asking everyone (save a select few) to just leave me the hell alone.
7/23/09
Bothered by other peoples' stupidity
It's not even noon yet, and two things have happened to make me angry.
First, in an attempt to clean out the fridge, I tried to get the fruit and veggie shelves out, so I can "hand wash with warm water", as the manufacturer specifically says to do. Well, during the awesome planning of our house, the contractors/builders/whoever decided to place our fridge right up against the laundry door. Now I can't open the fridge door far enough to remove the trays. So, I cleaned the trays out while inside the fridge... which made the fridge lightbulb burn out. Friggin awesome.
After that was done, FedEx showed up to deliver a package. I was super psyched to see it was the two mugs I had ordered for Hubby from Miami U to replace the one I broke. Just in time! I opened up the first one and gasped when I saw the handle had broken off. Good thing I ordered two, I thought. I opened up the second one and discovered the handle had also broken off of that, and it was in two pieces! I got very angry. They didn't package them well- just wrapped in paper, put in a Dubois bag, put in a box, then stuff more paper around it. PAPER. There was some bubble wrap lining the bottom of the box, but c'mon now people, you know the box won't stay right-side up the whole time!
I just wish there was more forethought going on. It really saves everyone a bunch of trouble when people just think before doing.
First, in an attempt to clean out the fridge, I tried to get the fruit and veggie shelves out, so I can "hand wash with warm water", as the manufacturer specifically says to do. Well, during the awesome planning of our house, the contractors/builders/whoever decided to place our fridge right up against the laundry door. Now I can't open the fridge door far enough to remove the trays. So, I cleaned the trays out while inside the fridge... which made the fridge lightbulb burn out. Friggin awesome.
After that was done, FedEx showed up to deliver a package. I was super psyched to see it was the two mugs I had ordered for Hubby from Miami U to replace the one I broke. Just in time! I opened up the first one and gasped when I saw the handle had broken off. Good thing I ordered two, I thought. I opened up the second one and discovered the handle had also broken off of that, and it was in two pieces! I got very angry. They didn't package them well- just wrapped in paper, put in a Dubois bag, put in a box, then stuff more paper around it. PAPER. There was some bubble wrap lining the bottom of the box, but c'mon now people, you know the box won't stay right-side up the whole time!
I just wish there was more forethought going on. It really saves everyone a bunch of trouble when people just think before doing.
Good luck to ya!
Tonight was my last night serving as secretary of the FRG. It didn't even really register until we voted in the new officers.
It's been fun, but I'm ready to turn the reins over. Life with LB has been hair-pulling, and I know he's just being a typical toddler boy, but I just don't have the patience or energy any more. Tonight, he wandered into the conference room from the babysitting room, then whined a little and ran around and tried playing with people's cell phones and threw fits when he didn't get his way. Just frustrating. Next time, I'm leaving him home with a sitter. Although it's convenient to bring him with me, it's getting the point where he's just too much of a handful.
So Posh and K and I are leaving. Kitty is staying on, but she's not actually leaving the boat like us. More power to her! Fortunately, it'll be a LOT less busy since the guys will be home for awhile.
I came home not too late, but for some reason it doesn't feel like that. I've had a bad stomachache all day, which is finally subsiding a little. It made the meeting a lot less enjoyable, and couple that with LB's behavior, and I kind of bolted out of there right after it was over. It's good to relax because the next few days are going to be busy!
It's been fun, but I'm ready to turn the reins over. Life with LB has been hair-pulling, and I know he's just being a typical toddler boy, but I just don't have the patience or energy any more. Tonight, he wandered into the conference room from the babysitting room, then whined a little and ran around and tried playing with people's cell phones and threw fits when he didn't get his way. Just frustrating. Next time, I'm leaving him home with a sitter. Although it's convenient to bring him with me, it's getting the point where he's just too much of a handful.
So Posh and K and I are leaving. Kitty is staying on, but she's not actually leaving the boat like us. More power to her! Fortunately, it'll be a LOT less busy since the guys will be home for awhile.
I came home not too late, but for some reason it doesn't feel like that. I've had a bad stomachache all day, which is finally subsiding a little. It made the meeting a lot less enjoyable, and couple that with LB's behavior, and I kind of bolted out of there right after it was over. It's good to relax because the next few days are going to be busy!
7/19/09
Random thoughts....
I'm having a typical deployed spouse's Saturday night: kid's in bed early, M&Ms, and Saturday Night Live. Call the police, it's a wild night!
I need a pedicure. I can't reach my feet any more.
I can't WAIT until homecoming! It's coming up quick!
I'm getting irritated because I feel like I'm just not being heard. Obviously, he's a toddler, so LB doesn't listen. Neither does the dog. I expect that. But grown people don't seem to listen when I've said no, and it's like dealing with children- so frustrating.
Braxton Hicks are getting a little stronger and painful. I think I freaked out two of my friends- Posh even said she was going to start timing me!
I hate how liberal the media is.
I feel really ugly lately- cellulite, cankles, rash on my legs, fat ass, and no time to do my hair ever.
Double standards drive me crazy. If a rule is in place for a specific reason, it should apply to all involved.
I give up trying to keep up with social stuff. If you're coming to me for info, forget it- I probably know less than you.
Can't wait for football season.
Why are classroom supplies breaking the bank? Do certain brands of crayons promote better learning? Does a certain type of notebook produce a better learning environment than another one? Seriously teachers, let's get back to the basics in all aspects.
I wish my son wouldn't throw temper tantrums at parties. I can handle it at home, but around other people, it's just embarassing.
The Jay Leno Show looks entertaining, but frustrating at the same time. How can you call yourself an american and not know who lives at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave, but know who lives in a pineapple under the sea?? The dumbing down of America increases my blood pressure exponentially.
I need a pedicure. I can't reach my feet any more.
I can't WAIT until homecoming! It's coming up quick!
I'm getting irritated because I feel like I'm just not being heard. Obviously, he's a toddler, so LB doesn't listen. Neither does the dog. I expect that. But grown people don't seem to listen when I've said no, and it's like dealing with children- so frustrating.
Braxton Hicks are getting a little stronger and painful. I think I freaked out two of my friends- Posh even said she was going to start timing me!
I hate how liberal the media is.
I feel really ugly lately- cellulite, cankles, rash on my legs, fat ass, and no time to do my hair ever.
Double standards drive me crazy. If a rule is in place for a specific reason, it should apply to all involved.
I give up trying to keep up with social stuff. If you're coming to me for info, forget it- I probably know less than you.
Can't wait for football season.
Why are classroom supplies breaking the bank? Do certain brands of crayons promote better learning? Does a certain type of notebook produce a better learning environment than another one? Seriously teachers, let's get back to the basics in all aspects.
I wish my son wouldn't throw temper tantrums at parties. I can handle it at home, but around other people, it's just embarassing.
The Jay Leno Show looks entertaining, but frustrating at the same time. How can you call yourself an american and not know who lives at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave, but know who lives in a pineapple under the sea?? The dumbing down of America increases my blood pressure exponentially.
7/15/09
See you later, sanity
The terrible twos are starting, and I have no patience or sanity left to deal with it. Consciously, I know he's just being a toddler with little control over his emotions (and actions), but subconsciously, I'm wondering what the hell happened to the little baby that was so well-behaved and I always got compliments for.
This morning, he had a breakdown for no reason. Whatever I had, he wanted- my juice, the blanket I was using, my hair- and tried to take them from me. The blanket I gave up. I got him a sippy cup of juice which he rejected (sigh). And I yelled at him for pulling out my hair and leaving a little bald spot. He cried. He cried when he wanted something, and when he didn't want something, and when I yelled at him. I'm so tired this morning that I tried to take a quick nap during Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, but I was slapped in the face.... guess who.
But the thing that sent me over the edge was knocking over Hubby's favorite and only Miami University mug and breaking it while I was getting the sippy cup of juice. I should have put it in the dishwasher when I was done with it, then it wouldn't have been out to tip over. I was so at the end of my rope that I started crying. Over a mug!! It was stupid, I know. I ordered two more online to replace it, and I know Hubby won't be too upset or anything, but being huge and hormonal and dealing with an inconsolable toddler, I just can't take the stress of anything, apparently.
It's a good thing the end of the deployment is near. I'm losing it.
This morning, he had a breakdown for no reason. Whatever I had, he wanted- my juice, the blanket I was using, my hair- and tried to take them from me. The blanket I gave up. I got him a sippy cup of juice which he rejected (sigh). And I yelled at him for pulling out my hair and leaving a little bald spot. He cried. He cried when he wanted something, and when he didn't want something, and when I yelled at him. I'm so tired this morning that I tried to take a quick nap during Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, but I was slapped in the face.... guess who.
But the thing that sent me over the edge was knocking over Hubby's favorite and only Miami University mug and breaking it while I was getting the sippy cup of juice. I should have put it in the dishwasher when I was done with it, then it wouldn't have been out to tip over. I was so at the end of my rope that I started crying. Over a mug!! It was stupid, I know. I ordered two more online to replace it, and I know Hubby won't be too upset or anything, but being huge and hormonal and dealing with an inconsolable toddler, I just can't take the stress of anything, apparently.
It's a good thing the end of the deployment is near. I'm losing it.
7/13/09
Things I will never understand
1. People who park in handicapped parking spaces, who then walk ably to and from a store. I'm sorry, but if you really need that space, you'd better damn be unable to walk, or unable to walk without significant pain! But if you can walk into a store, shop around, then walk out, all while smiling, then you really don't deserve that spot, no matter the reason for your handicapped license or mirror hanging.
2. Typos in publications. Really? There are so many people out there that need jobs that probably could proofread better than the morons in the publishing industry.
3. My toddler's "schedule". How can he possibly be hungry after sitting for a half hour in front of a plate of food he didn't touch?
4. My toddler's fascination with the grossest stuff on the planet. Couldn't he find something just as fascinating as the toilet brush? Maybe I should just buy him his own to play with... but how do you explain to people that your kid's favorite toy is a toilet brush?
5. College professors. My theory is that they are so into academia that they don't realize there is a real world out there. If you're paying X amount of money to learn about something, the classes and assignments had better be related to that goal. Why waste your time and money? And, guess what professors? People learn differently. So quit lecturing all the time. Utilize another style of teaching... especially when the class is for education majors!
6. A handicap motorcycle license plate. I really did see one. My assumption is that if you are handicapped enough to require special parking privileges, then your ability to maneuver a two-wheeled vehicle would be nil. Just my opinion.
7. The aversion to alpha-numeric street numbers. Since when has it been considered low-class to have a letter after your number? Are people really that shallow that they don't want people to think they live in a condo or (gasp!) apartment? Who cares? As long as the police and ambulance (and apparently the Domino's guy) finds the right house, nothing else matters.
8. People who show no gratitude to the people who save their lives, like firefighters and doctors. Or, to the people who protect their lives, like the police and the military.
9. Preventative health conditions. I understand people are born with diabetes, but getting it because you're overweight is another story. And if you know something like smoking causes cancer, wouldn't you be wise enough to stay away from it?
10. Yo Gabba Gabba. It's like psychedelic visual crack for children. I love how Noggin tries to pass it off as educational, when it's really just a colorful and musical distraction for 30 mintues. Although, I have to say, I'm pretty sucked into it when it's on, too... but I could be just zoning out from fatigue.
Feel free to leave a comment about the things you will never understand.
2. Typos in publications. Really? There are so many people out there that need jobs that probably could proofread better than the morons in the publishing industry.
3. My toddler's "schedule". How can he possibly be hungry after sitting for a half hour in front of a plate of food he didn't touch?
4. My toddler's fascination with the grossest stuff on the planet. Couldn't he find something just as fascinating as the toilet brush? Maybe I should just buy him his own to play with... but how do you explain to people that your kid's favorite toy is a toilet brush?
5. College professors. My theory is that they are so into academia that they don't realize there is a real world out there. If you're paying X amount of money to learn about something, the classes and assignments had better be related to that goal. Why waste your time and money? And, guess what professors? People learn differently. So quit lecturing all the time. Utilize another style of teaching... especially when the class is for education majors!
6. A handicap motorcycle license plate. I really did see one. My assumption is that if you are handicapped enough to require special parking privileges, then your ability to maneuver a two-wheeled vehicle would be nil. Just my opinion.
7. The aversion to alpha-numeric street numbers. Since when has it been considered low-class to have a letter after your number? Are people really that shallow that they don't want people to think they live in a condo or (gasp!) apartment? Who cares? As long as the police and ambulance (and apparently the Domino's guy) finds the right house, nothing else matters.
8. People who show no gratitude to the people who save their lives, like firefighters and doctors. Or, to the people who protect their lives, like the police and the military.
9. Preventative health conditions. I understand people are born with diabetes, but getting it because you're overweight is another story. And if you know something like smoking causes cancer, wouldn't you be wise enough to stay away from it?
10. Yo Gabba Gabba. It's like psychedelic visual crack for children. I love how Noggin tries to pass it off as educational, when it's really just a colorful and musical distraction for 30 mintues. Although, I have to say, I'm pretty sucked into it when it's on, too... but I could be just zoning out from fatigue.
Feel free to leave a comment about the things you will never understand.
7/12/09
A happy post!
Wow, how cynical and whiny I've sounded these past few posts! I'll make it a point with this one to post great stuff, I swear.
Last night, the wives held a Final Fling. LB and I didn't go, but he won First Hug! That means, Hubby gets to come off the boat second (after the First Kiss couple), and he gets to see his kid before anyone gets to see theirs. I told him last night (more to come), and he was so excited! He saw some recent pictures of LB and is so shocked at how much of a little boy he looks, instead of the baby he left. LB and I keep looking at pictures of Hubby, so I'm pretty confident that he won't be scared of him and will hug him right away. Besides, the kid's such a flirt.
So yes, I've been able to still talk to Hubby, which is great! He's been busy this port call, so our conversations usually end very abruptly- something like him saying, "I gotta go, love you, bye!" and me just saying "Ok, love you, bye!" But it's better to hear his voice than not at all.
I've been kinda patting myself on the back lately. I figured that money would be tight toward the end of deployment- it always is- so I have already purchased banners, cards, and gifts to welcome Hubby home. Now I can worry about getting him good food, cleaning the car and the house, and dealing with the DMV (grrrr... okay, couldn't make it through the entire post without a gripe, sorry!).
Last night, the wives held a Final Fling. LB and I didn't go, but he won First Hug! That means, Hubby gets to come off the boat second (after the First Kiss couple), and he gets to see his kid before anyone gets to see theirs. I told him last night (more to come), and he was so excited! He saw some recent pictures of LB and is so shocked at how much of a little boy he looks, instead of the baby he left. LB and I keep looking at pictures of Hubby, so I'm pretty confident that he won't be scared of him and will hug him right away. Besides, the kid's such a flirt.
So yes, I've been able to still talk to Hubby, which is great! He's been busy this port call, so our conversations usually end very abruptly- something like him saying, "I gotta go, love you, bye!" and me just saying "Ok, love you, bye!" But it's better to hear his voice than not at all.
I've been kinda patting myself on the back lately. I figured that money would be tight toward the end of deployment- it always is- so I have already purchased banners, cards, and gifts to welcome Hubby home. Now I can worry about getting him good food, cleaning the car and the house, and dealing with the DMV (grrrr... okay, couldn't make it through the entire post without a gripe, sorry!).
7/11/09
Still hating the DMV
My car registration is up at the end of this month. I got a renewal in the mail weeks ago, which I promptly returned with the CSL50 form, current inspection, and a check. But, as I predicted to Hubby, I've had it returned twice now. The first time, they stated my power of attorney which they had on file was expired (the car is registered in my and my hubby's name, which is why I needed it). So I photocopied it, wrote a letter, and even highlighted the expiration date of the POA, then sent it all back. Today, it was all sent back to me again, this time explaining that they need me to provide them with the original copy of the POA.
I wish they had asked me that the first time. Then I would have saved myself postage and patience! Why couldn't they explain that I need to submit the original in the first place??? And do they really expect me to send the original POA to them, when it's the only way I can get stuff done in my husband's name? And my biggest question is, why is this suddenly an issue?? I just renewed Hubby's car (which is only in his name) last month with absolutely no problem. If the POA was still valid for then, and the expiration isn't even until the end of August, then why the problem??? I'll tell you why- because they want to make a hormonal pregnant woman whose husband is deployed as friggin crazy as possible. It's a conspiracy, I swear.
The DMVs are closed now, but on Monday, I will be marching right into their offices and demanding to know why they insist on making this as annoying and complicated as they have. At least I'll have the weekend to wind down, because I was pretty livid when I open the letter.
I wish they had asked me that the first time. Then I would have saved myself postage and patience! Why couldn't they explain that I need to submit the original in the first place??? And do they really expect me to send the original POA to them, when it's the only way I can get stuff done in my husband's name? And my biggest question is, why is this suddenly an issue?? I just renewed Hubby's car (which is only in his name) last month with absolutely no problem. If the POA was still valid for then, and the expiration isn't even until the end of August, then why the problem??? I'll tell you why- because they want to make a hormonal pregnant woman whose husband is deployed as friggin crazy as possible. It's a conspiracy, I swear.
The DMVs are closed now, but on Monday, I will be marching right into their offices and demanding to know why they insist on making this as annoying and complicated as they have. At least I'll have the weekend to wind down, because I was pretty livid when I open the letter.
7/10/09
Feeling truly, disgustingly huge
Oh boy.... I tried on a bunch of clothes today, finding something suitable to wear to the baby shower tonight. My first dress did NOT fit at all- it was way too small and for some reason, suddenly way too short. My back-up dresses also did not fit. Again, too small and too short, even though the one I had been saving for homecoming fit me for Easter. I had two choices left- a black one, which I thought was too morbid and too dressy for a shower, and a blue one that everyone here has already seen on me a billion times.
I am now feeling ridiculous. I thought I could get away with pants and a nice top, but all my tops are too small around the belly!!!! I should take a picture for proof. I put on one pink tank top that I really like, and at 30 weeks, I look as big as I did with LB at 40. Good lord, when is this belly going to stop growing?? People are pretty shocked to find out that I have two and half months left. It's seriously a 9 month looking belly... and it's depressing now that nothing fits over it! What am I going to do the last ten weeks??
I am now feeling ridiculous. I thought I could get away with pants and a nice top, but all my tops are too small around the belly!!!! I should take a picture for proof. I put on one pink tank top that I really like, and at 30 weeks, I look as big as I did with LB at 40. Good lord, when is this belly going to stop growing?? People are pretty shocked to find out that I have two and half months left. It's seriously a 9 month looking belly... and it's depressing now that nothing fits over it! What am I going to do the last ten weeks??
7/9/09
I can't remember- what was I doing?
Baby brain has hit me hard. I can't remember anything. It really sucks, because people say, "hey, remember that thing I was telling you about?" and I seriously don't. The kid is just sucking my short term memory out of me.
Just tonight, I met up with a few friends so their sons and my son could play together. We were talking and laughing and joking, and my friend Kitty said something like, "you should blog about this!" I remember thinking it was a good idea, but now I can't for the life of me remember what the hell it was about.
Oh, the joys of being preggers... I know I complain a lot, so here's some good news. The prurigo gestationis has kind of disappeared (knock on wood), so hopefully my legs won't be looking like this. The baby moves a lot, which is reassuring. And my ankles haven't swollen too much yet.
Then again, there are lots of reasons that this pregnancy has been harder than the one with LB. But if you know me, then you've probably heard that laundry list of complaints!
I wish I had something witty to say for this post, but I kind of don't. And Kitty, if you're reading this, please remind me of what I was going to write! Maybe I'll post something a little more worth reading later.
Just tonight, I met up with a few friends so their sons and my son could play together. We were talking and laughing and joking, and my friend Kitty said something like, "you should blog about this!" I remember thinking it was a good idea, but now I can't for the life of me remember what the hell it was about.
Oh, the joys of being preggers... I know I complain a lot, so here's some good news. The prurigo gestationis has kind of disappeared (knock on wood), so hopefully my legs won't be looking like this. The baby moves a lot, which is reassuring. And my ankles haven't swollen too much yet.
Then again, there are lots of reasons that this pregnancy has been harder than the one with LB. But if you know me, then you've probably heard that laundry list of complaints!
I wish I had something witty to say for this post, but I kind of don't. And Kitty, if you're reading this, please remind me of what I was going to write! Maybe I'll post something a little more worth reading later.
7/8/09
Still feeling gross
Did I say I was ready for this deployment to be over? I'm also ready for this pregnancy to be over. I'm still feeling nauseous and crappy. I'm hungry but I don't want to eat anything, and I'm tired, but I still have things to do. Definitely feeling different than I was with LB.
I know it sounds like I'm completely depressed lately. I'm not- just tired and grumpy. I guess I should blog more about the good things that happen, but lately they're a little scarce. For example, I had my housekeeper lady come to clean the house yesterday, and as soon as she was done, LB threw up on the kitchen floor. I kinda laughed, because of course he would throw up on a just-cleaned floor. You see? That's the kind ofweek month I've been having.
I'm getting together with a few people to do the single sailor bags to get ready for homecoming. It's raining here, and it looks like it's going to stay pretty rainy all day. Usually if it's raining at my house, the rest of the island is pretty crappy. I'm secretly happy it's raining- we need it and it matches my mood.
Sigh. Only 70 more days to go until my due date...
I know it sounds like I'm completely depressed lately. I'm not- just tired and grumpy. I guess I should blog more about the good things that happen, but lately they're a little scarce. For example, I had my housekeeper lady come to clean the house yesterday, and as soon as she was done, LB threw up on the kitchen floor. I kinda laughed, because of course he would throw up on a just-cleaned floor. You see? That's the kind of
I'm getting together with a few people to do the single sailor bags to get ready for homecoming. It's raining here, and it looks like it's going to stay pretty rainy all day. Usually if it's raining at my house, the rest of the island is pretty crappy. I'm secretly happy it's raining- we need it and it matches my mood.
Sigh. Only 70 more days to go until my due date...
7/6/09
Blech
Today was the glucose test. I don't remember feeling so crappy after drinking the stuff. The lab people gave me this bottle of stuff that tasted like extra-sweetened, flat Sprite. It felt like it took forever to choke the crap down. Then of course I couldn't eat or drink after that for an hour, so Lewis and I just wandered around for an hour. There were a few times I had to put my head between my knees (or at least attempt to) because I felt so nauseous.
After my blood was drawn, I was allowed to eat something, but I still haven't felt right all day. I've been dizzy and nauseous and pooped. The only thing that made me feel better was spearmint gum.
I wish I had more to say, but my whole day was spent on the couch! Poor Lewis was getting frustrated, but I tried to entertain him with books, and he did hand me toys he wanted me to play with.
After my blood was drawn, I was allowed to eat something, but I still haven't felt right all day. I've been dizzy and nauseous and pooped. The only thing that made me feel better was spearmint gum.
I wish I had more to say, but my whole day was spent on the couch! Poor Lewis was getting frustrated, but I tried to entertain him with books, and he did hand me toys he wanted me to play with.
7/4/09
Forget the red & white... feeling a little blue
Today was a rather disappointing day. I took LB to the commissary to pick up some 4th of July goodies for tomorrow, then chilled out at home. I was expecting a call from a very important person... but I'm now feeling less-than-important to him.
Everyone I know in my situation has gotten a call from their important person, even three times in one day. Mine wrote an email, saying he'd try calling me today... but it's 10pm and I'm not holding my breath any more. Not sure if I should be feeling this badly. But I'm just wondering why everyone else has received a call (some, more than once), and mine can't take a few minutes just to say hello. Makes me feel unimportant and neglected.
My feelings are probably compounded by the afternoon I had. I was so pooped. I fell asleep on the couch a few times (with, of course, my phone's ringer turned way up high, in case someone happened to call... but my efforts were in vain), and then abird nasty pigeon flew into my house, freaking out Puppy and LB. It stayed there, moulting and pooping, for an hour. Thankfully a friend of mine stopped by and cleaned it up for me after the bird left. Gross. And LB has been hitting harder. I know it's a boy thing, but I'm running out of options for discipline. He doesn't respond to "no hitting", he doesn't respond to me restraining his arms, he doesn't respond to me showing I'm hurt. I don't know what to do.
And, I had the most bizarre dream last night. I was at Squam Lake with my family, and I was showing my sister and mom my preggers belly. All of a sudden, the baby peeked his head out of my belly button, and then I had to pull him out. I had to wrap him up in a beach towel, and he looked exactly like LB. Freaky.
I'm just so disappointed. Today is Hubby's birthday- I had hoped to wish him a happy birthday, but I don't think that's going to happen... I give up. I'm going to bed soon.
Everyone I know in my situation has gotten a call from their important person, even three times in one day. Mine wrote an email, saying he'd try calling me today... but it's 10pm and I'm not holding my breath any more. Not sure if I should be feeling this badly. But I'm just wondering why everyone else has received a call (some, more than once), and mine can't take a few minutes just to say hello. Makes me feel unimportant and neglected.
My feelings are probably compounded by the afternoon I had. I was so pooped. I fell asleep on the couch a few times (with, of course, my phone's ringer turned way up high, in case someone happened to call... but my efforts were in vain), and then a
And, I had the most bizarre dream last night. I was at Squam Lake with my family, and I was showing my sister and mom my preggers belly. All of a sudden, the baby peeked his head out of my belly button, and then I had to pull him out. I had to wrap him up in a beach towel, and he looked exactly like LB. Freaky.
I'm just so disappointed. Today is Hubby's birthday- I had hoped to wish him a happy birthday, but I don't think that's going to happen... I give up. I'm going to bed soon.
7/1/09
The baby
There have been plenty of things going on lately that I could blog about, but you know what? I'm going to blog about my bun in the oven.
I had an ultrasound yesterday. They finally gave me pictures of the little guy! They also did a few 3D pics, so you could clearly see his face. So cute! The technician got a little carried away and took 12 pics for me to take home, but I'm not complaining, heehee.
She asked how tall Hubby is. I said, 5'10", why? She said, that's all? I guess our little guy has super long legs and is measuring a week ahead of schedule, so he's going to be a tall boy. She even said he looks like "an NBA star" with those legs.
During the ultrasound, the kid was super active. He was sucking his toes, punching the ultrasound reader, and grabbing himself. Oh yes, he's definitely a boy...
And the best part- he looks really healthy. That's all you can ask for with a baby! So I'm thrilled. We're going to have two healthy little boys in our house!
I met with a new doctor- the one I had been seeing got transferred. This one is actually the doctor that delivered Lewis, and he remembered me. Is that a good thing or bad thing? He either thought, "oh yeah, there's that lady with the beautiful little boy", or "oh yeah, there's that crazy nutjob who was a total bitch in the delivery room." I suppose all bitchiness can be excused when you're attempting to give birth to a tiny human who'd rather stay put, but I still felt a little embarassed and wondered if I was so horrible that I stuck in his mind for the past 18 months!
This guy is great, though. He answered all my questions super quick, but didn't give me the feeling that he was rushing me through the appointment. Perfect combo- thorough but fast. I usually hate seeing male doctors for anything, but I actually feel like I can trust this one- after all, he did a great job with LB.
I'm supposed to go drink the glucose crap for the diabetes test. I'm planning on going Monday with a friend of mine, who is actually due the same day I am. Let's hope I can choke it down. That stuff is nasty.
So there you have it. That's the latest on that part of my life.
I had an ultrasound yesterday. They finally gave me pictures of the little guy! They also did a few 3D pics, so you could clearly see his face. So cute! The technician got a little carried away and took 12 pics for me to take home, but I'm not complaining, heehee.
She asked how tall Hubby is. I said, 5'10", why? She said, that's all? I guess our little guy has super long legs and is measuring a week ahead of schedule, so he's going to be a tall boy. She even said he looks like "an NBA star" with those legs.
During the ultrasound, the kid was super active. He was sucking his toes, punching the ultrasound reader, and grabbing himself. Oh yes, he's definitely a boy...
And the best part- he looks really healthy. That's all you can ask for with a baby! So I'm thrilled. We're going to have two healthy little boys in our house!
I met with a new doctor- the one I had been seeing got transferred. This one is actually the doctor that delivered Lewis, and he remembered me. Is that a good thing or bad thing? He either thought, "oh yeah, there's that lady with the beautiful little boy", or "oh yeah, there's that crazy nutjob who was a total bitch in the delivery room." I suppose all bitchiness can be excused when you're attempting to give birth to a tiny human who'd rather stay put, but I still felt a little embarassed and wondered if I was so horrible that I stuck in his mind for the past 18 months!
This guy is great, though. He answered all my questions super quick, but didn't give me the feeling that he was rushing me through the appointment. Perfect combo- thorough but fast. I usually hate seeing male doctors for anything, but I actually feel like I can trust this one- after all, he did a great job with LB.
I'm supposed to go drink the glucose crap for the diabetes test. I'm planning on going Monday with a friend of mine, who is actually due the same day I am. Let's hope I can choke it down. That stuff is nasty.
So there you have it. That's the latest on that part of my life.
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