Just Another Day

I swear, I don't know what to do with myself some days. Yesterday I wound up in the ER from 10:30pm to 7am. Yes, AM. They were thinking that I had appendicitis, but I kept vomiting from the pain relievers they had IV'd into my system, so they couldn't give me the contrast liquid you are supposed to drink so that your body lights up on the inside like a Christmas tree. Granted, a rather twisted Christmas tree, but you get the picture. So the very cute young guy who is to do my CT scan wheels me on my gurney (so dignified, with vomit on my gown, my hair in an unwashed, disheveled bun) and chats nicely with me the entire time. I'm feeling good about myself as I make a couple of jokes and he laughs appreciatively, because I know medical personnel enjoy people with personalities. As he wheels me back into my little ER bay, he says, "OK dear, I'm done with you." Uh, what? Did this guy just call me "DEAR?" As in the thing you call old, doddering wo...

Oh hello. It's me. And I recently did the walk of shame at Target. You see, I was making an oh-so-important purchase of badly needed things like toothpaste, socks, hair gel and the like. Oh, and elastic bands for my hair. I manage to start out with twenty and within a month I'm down to two. I've resigned myself to this reality. Anyhoo, so I swipe my card and the Target checkout lady panics. "Uh, it's not going through." Shit. So I swipe it again. "Uhhh, this is coming up as a referral, the transaction won't complete." Double shit and WTF? My credit score is enviable, and I KNOW I am current on the payment. So the Target lady is looking at me in dismay, and I can FEEL even though I can't really SEE the lady behind me giving me a look of pity mixed with disdain like I am someone who doesn't pay my bills but blithely goes to Target and charges up a storm ANYWAY and exactly how long did I think I could get away with it. Damn, she was...

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.