Just Another Day

Because J is such a lovely person, inside and out, I will answer her question that basically said, "Where the hell are you?" Hmmmm... This whole baby thing is a lot more time-consuming than I remembered it to be. Overall, she is a wonderful baby with a great disposition, but damn if the girl just cannot tolerate gas in her tummy. The screaming stays with me still... But, we've managed to pretty much figure out what works and what doesn't at this point, so it is getting easier as time goes by and her digestive system matures. She is absolutely gorgeous, if I do say so myself, with golden brown hair and blue eyes. She sort of looks like this doll , actually, but her hair isn't as long. But she does have a lot of it, and it is the first thing people comment on. They are kind enough to not mention how it looks a bit like one of those troll dolls, because it is so fine and whenever she lays down or sits in her carseat, she gets major bedhead. As for the move, I d...

I'm realizing that we are supposed to be packed and moved out of this place by January 8. Have we packed anything? The short answer would be no. I could go on and on about how I hardly get any sleep and I have a 5 week old and I am 38 for chrissakes, not some spring chicken... But... My ass is so gonna be grass come January 7 or so.

I just wanted to say thank you to all for your lovely warm congratulations on Miss P, and just know that I read ALL of your posts on my bloglines feed reader, I just rarely have the time to comment. I know, bad BAD Gina. But I love you all, have no doubt. When I found out I was pregnant and we told Mr. P he was going to have a sibling, he was so very happy he actually ran around screaming. Uh, in happiness, I assure you. The entire pregnancy, I kept telling him that he was going to be Miss P's most favorite person in the world. Because of course she is going to adore and idolize her much older brother. I mean, he's so totally awesome it was a foregone conclusion. He has been so wonderfully doting on her that I feel like crying every time he interacts with her. He loves holding her, and he gets a kick every time her Moro reflex kicks in and she grasps his finger. He asks if he can go check on her while she is sleeping, and just generally likes to hang around her when she i...

All the cute little noises that newborns make. She snorts, snuffles, meeps, and does all sorts of auditory gymnastics. She makes me feel all melty, for sure. And I have to say that Mr. P is a truly devoted big brother, who insisted that we not give her her first bath (the real one in the tub vs. sponge, that is) until he got home from school. It is a lovely and wonderful thing to see how much he cares about her, even as she is this sort of blobby thing that can barely move her own head. Did I mention that Mr. P has switched classrooms? It seems they felt he was a bit unchallenged in his former class, and he was moved into a 1-2 combo class where they seem to do a lot more independent work, as well as move faster along in the curriculum, as they are all high achievers. So, we will see if Mr. P can step up to the plate, or if he will resent having to actually work rather than coast. Also, there is an issue on the playground with a 3rd grader, one who has pushed Mr. P and other kids,...

Just a quick update for y'all. Our daughter was born healthy (7lbs 6 oz) and beautiful at 9:33 am on Thursday Nov. 5, a day that will live in the annals of Caesarian section history. I say that because the anesthesiologist himself told me that I set some sort of world record for vomiting during the entire procedure. Fun times. If you want to know the name we picked out, email me and I'll tell you. Think, uh, designer clothing label. Or a famous actress. But, it truly is the beginning of fun times. She is such a joy, such a good, good baby. Which I really think I deserved because I endured such hell with Mr. P. So, I am not too sleep deprived, Mr. P is a fantastic big brother, and all is good in my world right now. Thanks, Universe, for listening.

And I'm thinking I'm supposed to be happy about it. We got exactly the price we wanted and exactly the terms we wanted. Because if we hadn't we wouldn't have accepted the offer because you know, we've got a bit much going on over what with the imminent birth of Ms. P, which is short for Ms. Princess. Anyhoo. I'm actually pretty stressed out because it means we will have to find somewhere else to live by January 10. Ouch. Whether that is something we buy or rent remains to be seen. But just the thought of trying to look for a house with a newborn seems daunting. And I've already had lots of daunting things to overcome lately, and I'm just tired of overcoming things, you know? I just want to have everything handed to me on a silver platter, with absolutely no effort on my part. Universe, are you listening?

All right, so I didn't get checked in to the hospital the other day, so give a big sigh of relief with me. But, I escaped from the hospital in order to have THIS happen to me: Our house is up for sale. We have, like 99% of people who have their house on sale, a lock box on our gate. Lately, asswipe realtors have been showing up at our door without calling first, which is specified in the listing that all realtors have access to. Some beeyotch showed up without warning and wanted to show my home in 10 minutes. I kept having a bad feeling about something. I didn't know what, but it was definitely realtor related. So I was taking a shower, like 99% of all people. I had brought the phone in the bathroom with me, because I was paranoid about missing a call from what I will now term "goddamn realtors." I open the bathroom door when I am done, only to hear a male voice calling out, "Hellooo!" I screech and go "Oh my god, who ARE you?" Male voice, "...