Sunday, January 28, 2007
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Clean kitchen
To my husband, it seems, a really clean kitchen equals true love. (Mine, as you may remember was him going out and buying me size 11 wide shoes for my big, fat feet.) He came home last night and was pleasantly surprised with a clean kitchen -- dishes put away and new dishes washed, no weird bits in the kitchen sink, garbage taken out (although I'm not sure he's even realized that part yet), etc.. He said, "Wow! Thanks for the clean kitchen!"
As I've mentioned a bazillion times before, I'm way, way WAY pregnant, and there is no way my body could handle cleaning the kitchen at this point. My back can't take holding up all my weight. Plus, I've had numb hands (except my pinkies - when I lose them, I lose my life -- how will I dial the phone?) for a couple of months now, so trying to do anything is quite the task and I usually drop things or hurt myself. So there was no way I could have done that. But what was funny was that my husband actually thought I did clean the kitchen. Like I have that in me. Somewhere, maybe, just maybe, I've been storing all this extra energy and flexibility and stamina.
So when he said what he said, I just smirked and said, "yeah, well." Cause I really can't lie, but I didn't want to immediately tell him I didn't clean it and that my mom did. I figured something would make it clear to him.
But I'll tell you, last night was the first night my husband was actually relaxed. And he actually sat on the couch with me all night (except for the up and down, up and down of his recording CDs project) and didn't get all freaky about messes.
Later on when he opened the silverware drawer, that was when he realized I didn't clean the kitchen. My mom had put the silverware away differently, and I didn't feel like fixing it, so I let it remain as it was.
"Did your mom clean the kitchen???" he asked me.
I just looked at him. I never really said anything, but he knew the answer. He then did the usual, "I was going to clean it tonight, she didn't need to do that, I'll thank her tomorrow," business. He didn't get mad either. Which was amazing.
I told him that she gave him a free night. He actually got to sit around with his lovely wife, unborn son and two beautiful cats, so he could just relax.
Clean kitchen = true love. Too bad I didn't do it.
As I've mentioned a bazillion times before, I'm way, way WAY pregnant, and there is no way my body could handle cleaning the kitchen at this point. My back can't take holding up all my weight. Plus, I've had numb hands (except my pinkies - when I lose them, I lose my life -- how will I dial the phone?) for a couple of months now, so trying to do anything is quite the task and I usually drop things or hurt myself. So there was no way I could have done that. But what was funny was that my husband actually thought I did clean the kitchen. Like I have that in me. Somewhere, maybe, just maybe, I've been storing all this extra energy and flexibility and stamina.
So when he said what he said, I just smirked and said, "yeah, well." Cause I really can't lie, but I didn't want to immediately tell him I didn't clean it and that my mom did. I figured something would make it clear to him.
But I'll tell you, last night was the first night my husband was actually relaxed. And he actually sat on the couch with me all night (except for the up and down, up and down of his recording CDs project) and didn't get all freaky about messes.
Later on when he opened the silverware drawer, that was when he realized I didn't clean the kitchen. My mom had put the silverware away differently, and I didn't feel like fixing it, so I let it remain as it was.
"Did your mom clean the kitchen???" he asked me.
I just looked at him. I never really said anything, but he knew the answer. He then did the usual, "I was going to clean it tonight, she didn't need to do that, I'll thank her tomorrow," business. He didn't get mad either. Which was amazing.
I told him that she gave him a free night. He actually got to sit around with his lovely wife, unborn son and two beautiful cats, so he could just relax.
Clean kitchen = true love. Too bad I didn't do it.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Bob
I bought a Roomba iRobot with some cash that fell into my hands at the end of the year in hopes that it would calm my husband's obsessive need to eliminate all traces of our cats and their litter from our condo. And to just do the regular vacuuming so neither one of us has to.
His name is Bob.
Bob has turned out to be a fantastic cat entertainer. Or expensive cat toy.
Today while I was resting on the couch, Zoe was milling around where Bob is docked. All of a sudden, I heard Bob's "dun-dun-DUN!" song, which means he was turned on. I wasn't sure if he'd start moving since he was docked, so I didn't get up immediately. After a few seconds, he undocked himself and began spinning his wheels. Zoe, apparently, was sitting on top of Bob, which was how he turned on, and right when I turned to look at where Bob was heading, Zoe jumped about 5 feet in the air, landed and ran off.
That's what she gets for messing with Bob. He's one mean machine.
His name is Bob.
Bob has turned out to be a fantastic cat entertainer. Or expensive cat toy.
Today while I was resting on the couch, Zoe was milling around where Bob is docked. All of a sudden, I heard Bob's "dun-dun-DUN!" song, which means he was turned on. I wasn't sure if he'd start moving since he was docked, so I didn't get up immediately. After a few seconds, he undocked himself and began spinning his wheels. Zoe, apparently, was sitting on top of Bob, which was how he turned on, and right when I turned to look at where Bob was heading, Zoe jumped about 5 feet in the air, landed and ran off.
That's what she gets for messing with Bob. He's one mean machine.
Real love is.....
When your husband will go to Payless Shoesource after work, go to the women's size 11 shoe selection (which has to be small, right?), and pick out new shoes for his wife because she can no longer get her size 10s on her fat, Fred Flintstone feet.
And no, it doesn't end there. He also buys her some male socks because she can no longer get her regular-sized women's socks on her feet either.
That's real love.
And no, it doesn't end there. He also buys her some male socks because she can no longer get her regular-sized women's socks on her feet either.
That's real love.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Dr. Appt.
I was called into the doctor today. While we discussed my massive swelling and stay-puff man appearance, my doctor said, "Let me look at your legs."
She grabbed my pant leg, pulled it up, saw the two huge band aids, and said, "And what happened to your leg????"
Just like I thought.
I told her that I had a run-in with my cat, she didn't appreciate it and bit me. A few times. And since I can't see over my belly, well, it was bound to happen.
She grabbed my pant leg, pulled it up, saw the two huge band aids, and said, "And what happened to your leg????"
Just like I thought.
I told her that I had a run-in with my cat, she didn't appreciate it and bit me. A few times. And since I can't see over my belly, well, it was bound to happen.
Danger! Danger!
Being almost 37 weeks pregnant, completely swollen and a bit bumbly has it faults. Last night as I was brushing my teeth, I walked from the bathroom sink to the main part of our bedroom. My husband walked by me, and I teetered a bit, which caused me to step to the right. Unbeknowest to me, Missy Sophia (the more, how should I say....reactive of our two cats) was right next to my Fred Flintstone foot and I managed to step on her tail. No damage was done to Missy S., and I wish I could say the same thing for my right leg, but I would be lying.
Luckily for me, this happened when my husband was there because otherwise I would have died from slow bleeding or cat scratch fever since I can't really bend down to clean off and bandage the lower part of my legs. I'm now sporting two very large band aids that I'm sure my doctor will see tomorrow and ask in a round about way if someone's abusing me.
Yes, Missy Sophia.
Luckily for me, this happened when my husband was there because otherwise I would have died from slow bleeding or cat scratch fever since I can't really bend down to clean off and bandage the lower part of my legs. I'm now sporting two very large band aids that I'm sure my doctor will see tomorrow and ask in a round about way if someone's abusing me.
Yes, Missy Sophia.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Phone call
Speaking of phone calls....
Last week I signed up to some online search web site for new and used cars that is available to team members who work for my company. Supposedly if we bought a car using the web site, we'd get some tiny discount. I was just using it to check out prices of random used cars to see what we're going to face next fall when we look for a new/used car to replace my dirt mobile.
When I signed up, I had to give my info, and since we might actually use the service, I felt it was better to give them my real info instead of making it up. I almost put my cellphone number down instead of my home phone number, but I've read in the news that companies are now sending out text messages to people in lieu of actual phone calls, and this just causes an extra charge on our bill, so I put our home number down. I then clicked the box for "e-mail" as how I would want to be contacted. I really do hate the phone. And I'm not very nice when I am on the phone, if I don't know you.
So there I was, happily working away at home, when the phone rang.
"Hello?" I said.
For a good 10 seconds or maybe even 20 seconds, there was no sound. I really do enjoy these types of phone calls because I know it's someone trying to sell something or it's a wrong number or something odd is going to happen. And that means I have every right to be the biggest jerk ever because they're calling me, not the other way around.
"Hello?" a girl said, finally.
Now, I hate this most of all. I'm not calling them, so why should they say "hello?" like I'm the one calling them. This just fuels my fire even more.
"Hello?" I said in monotone.
"May I speak to Janine?" she asked.
"You're speaking to her," I said.
She then went into her friendly spiel about how I just signed up for the car search web site and she wanted to know which models of cars I was looking for.
Oh, lordy, I thought.
"I was just looking," I said.
"Oh, that's great! You should just look, but you know, if you have any particular models in mind, maybe I can help you research...," she began.
"I was just looking, and isn't the point of your web site so that people can do their own research? And can't I just do that on the internet in general, without your site?" I said.
"Oh. Well, yes, but..." she started.
"Thanks, bye." I hung up.
I was annoyed because I don't get why web sites have to call you about stuff, even if they proclaim it's not a sales call, although it always is, deep down.
Then I remembered that I had clicked the "e-mail" button as the way I wanted to be contacted, and I got fuming mad even more. Why can't I remember these things when I'm on the phone with the web site people? And if she had only screwed up my name, which is in my top 5 unsolicited phone call pet peeves. If only.....
Last week I signed up to some online search web site for new and used cars that is available to team members who work for my company. Supposedly if we bought a car using the web site, we'd get some tiny discount. I was just using it to check out prices of random used cars to see what we're going to face next fall when we look for a new/used car to replace my dirt mobile.
When I signed up, I had to give my info, and since we might actually use the service, I felt it was better to give them my real info instead of making it up. I almost put my cellphone number down instead of my home phone number, but I've read in the news that companies are now sending out text messages to people in lieu of actual phone calls, and this just causes an extra charge on our bill, so I put our home number down. I then clicked the box for "e-mail" as how I would want to be contacted. I really do hate the phone. And I'm not very nice when I am on the phone, if I don't know you.
So there I was, happily working away at home, when the phone rang.
"Hello?" I said.
For a good 10 seconds or maybe even 20 seconds, there was no sound. I really do enjoy these types of phone calls because I know it's someone trying to sell something or it's a wrong number or something odd is going to happen. And that means I have every right to be the biggest jerk ever because they're calling me, not the other way around.
"Hello?" a girl said, finally.
Now, I hate this most of all. I'm not calling them, so why should they say "hello?" like I'm the one calling them. This just fuels my fire even more.
"Hello?" I said in monotone.
"May I speak to Janine?" she asked.
"You're speaking to her," I said.
She then went into her friendly spiel about how I just signed up for the car search web site and she wanted to know which models of cars I was looking for.
Oh, lordy, I thought.
"I was just looking," I said.
"Oh, that's great! You should just look, but you know, if you have any particular models in mind, maybe I can help you research...," she began.
"I was just looking, and isn't the point of your web site so that people can do their own research? And can't I just do that on the internet in general, without your site?" I said.
"Oh. Well, yes, but..." she started.
"Thanks, bye." I hung up.
I was annoyed because I don't get why web sites have to call you about stuff, even if they proclaim it's not a sales call, although it always is, deep down.
Then I remembered that I had clicked the "e-mail" button as the way I wanted to be contacted, and I got fuming mad even more. Why can't I remember these things when I'm on the phone with the web site people? And if she had only screwed up my name, which is in my top 5 unsolicited phone call pet peeves. If only.....
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Being tormented
It started yesterday when we were waiting for my sister and Kayla to arrive at our house. The phone rang, I answered it, and there was this weird click and then a man, speaking in monotone Chinese, began talking. My husband asked if it was my sister. I said only if she's learned Chinese and can lower her voice.
The next call was from my sis. My husband went outside to move his car so she could park where he was when the phone rang again. I answered it. It was Mr. Chinese man.
Apparently last night he called again. And today he's called several times. Each time my husband answers the phone and curses out the man, who is just a recording so it doesn't do any good, and then asks if it's star 69, 89, 87 to call a number back. I, being one who doesn't use the phone that often, can't answer him.
I'm not sure why we're being tormented by the Chinese monotone man. We're still being tormented by Kennedy High School calling for Marvin even though I've told two different people from the school that Marvin doesn't belong to our number and they should probably follow-up with him because no messages about his lack of interest in school are getting to his parents. I think I've fended off the Mercury News tormentor by telling him to take us off his list. He said he would and Mercury News has never called again.
Having a phone is fun.
The next call was from my sis. My husband went outside to move his car so she could park where he was when the phone rang again. I answered it. It was Mr. Chinese man.
Apparently last night he called again. And today he's called several times. Each time my husband answers the phone and curses out the man, who is just a recording so it doesn't do any good, and then asks if it's star 69, 89, 87 to call a number back. I, being one who doesn't use the phone that often, can't answer him.
I'm not sure why we're being tormented by the Chinese monotone man. We're still being tormented by Kennedy High School calling for Marvin even though I've told two different people from the school that Marvin doesn't belong to our number and they should probably follow-up with him because no messages about his lack of interest in school are getting to his parents. I think I've fended off the Mercury News tormentor by telling him to take us off his list. He said he would and Mercury News has never called again.
Having a phone is fun.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Car seat
Mateo's car seat base has been installed courtesy of the lovely Newark Police Department, and more specifically Roger Bacon, who is now my most favorite po-po of all time. I learned many a thing about babies and car seats. Being responsible is sure tough sometimes. : )
Oh, and per Roger, there is no such thing as an "accident" -- it's called a crash. And no hot wheels in the car for entertainment, they just turn into tiny missiles ready to bonk everyone on the head if such a "crash" does occur. Soft toys only!!!
Oh, and per Roger, there is no such thing as an "accident" -- it's called a crash. And no hot wheels in the car for entertainment, they just turn into tiny missiles ready to bonk everyone on the head if such a "crash" does occur. Soft toys only!!!
Monday, January 15, 2007
Shopping
How is it that I married a man who takes longer to make a decision on his sock purchase than the average person does for a car purchase?
Why does Kohls not provide chairs for people to sit in?
How is it that at the time of choosing, $12 for a footed onesie outfit that looks like a baseball uniform and says "Heartbreaker" across it like a baseball team's name seemed like an okay purchase because I was getting 15% off of the $12 price, but when I walked outside and was looking at the receipt, I was in complete shock that either one of us were okay with spending that much money for one item when we were in the baby department? I mean, I must be losing it because I really didn't remember the price or that I was fine with it, and then when we were outside I was rather annoyed with the whole purchase. Of course, my husband, who knew I was getting perturbed by the length of time it was taking him to pick out socks, kept saying, "you said you wanted it!" so I wouldn't blame it on him. I'm sure I did. But I've got massive baby brain and can't remember much of anything anymore.
Why does Kohls not provide chairs for people to sit in?
How is it that at the time of choosing, $12 for a footed onesie outfit that looks like a baseball uniform and says "Heartbreaker" across it like a baseball team's name seemed like an okay purchase because I was getting 15% off of the $12 price, but when I walked outside and was looking at the receipt, I was in complete shock that either one of us were okay with spending that much money for one item when we were in the baby department? I mean, I must be losing it because I really didn't remember the price or that I was fine with it, and then when we were outside I was rather annoyed with the whole purchase. Of course, my husband, who knew I was getting perturbed by the length of time it was taking him to pick out socks, kept saying, "you said you wanted it!" so I wouldn't blame it on him. I'm sure I did. But I've got massive baby brain and can't remember much of anything anymore.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Nesting?
What is this thing called 'nesting'?
Someone at work asked me if I had been nesting yet. I truthfully said no. This is partially due to the fact that I'm always too tired to really get motivated to do anything and partially due to the fact that whenever I take a nap, that's when my husband decides to rearrange the baby's room. When I wake up, it's different, and he always says, "I know you probably won't like it...," and if I hint that I want something moved, he gets pissy, so I just keep my mouth shut.
I declared this weekend the weekend to buy the things I need for the hospital and to pack my hospital bag (including Mateo's stuff as well) and to just get myself somewhat prepared so I don't have to worry about that. I have a bazillion forms I need to fill out as well and thank you cards to write because of my work baby shower.
We went back to SF yesterday to pick up all the baby shower gifts and then went to target to buy the rest of the stuff we need. When we got home, I was totally done for and had to lay down because my lower back, legs, pelvic joints, muscles, etc. etc. etc. were hurting so badly. Typically when I'm feeling like this, I stay down and let my brain go in circles about all the things I need/should be doing until I fall asleep (makes for a wonderful, fitful sleep), but on Saturday, after about 30 minutes, I got up and headed into Mateo's room to start sorting through all the baby shower gifts we received plus the target stuff and the other items we still haven't dealt with, like sheets and mattress pad and random toys that needed tags taken off.
My husband saw me milling around like a turtle in pain, and he told me he was going to take care of everything, and I informed him firmly that maybe I didn't want him to "take care of it" and that I wanted to do it. That's when I realized the nesting instinct was taking over my brain. It took 35 weeks, but I finally felt the need to get everything ready and washed and packed even though I could barely move and was super tired. That's when I told him that he's got to leave me be and let me freak out about everything or else I'll start crying (I'm doing this more and more and usually over nothing).
I took everything that needed to be washed into the living room, took them out of the packages, cut off tags, and began sorting for washing. Now, if you know me, you should know this is not something I do. I've never been allowed to wash our clothes and only until we moved into our condo have I been allowed to wash towels and sheets. My husband does this and he doesn't trust me and I really don't blame him. Then I dragged all my piles into Mateo's room for washing during the week.
Unfortunately, while I'm further along with my nesting process than I was on Friday, I still don't feel like I've accomplished anything and it's always in the back of my head that I need to do this and that and this and that. But really, if for some reason I went into labor today, it would be all okay. Mateo's got clothes and diapers and a place to sleep and blankets and wipes and lots and lots of love from his mom and dad.
Now if I keep telling myself that, maybe I'll take this time to actually allow my large, pregnant body to rest a bit.
Someone at work asked me if I had been nesting yet. I truthfully said no. This is partially due to the fact that I'm always too tired to really get motivated to do anything and partially due to the fact that whenever I take a nap, that's when my husband decides to rearrange the baby's room. When I wake up, it's different, and he always says, "I know you probably won't like it...," and if I hint that I want something moved, he gets pissy, so I just keep my mouth shut.
I declared this weekend the weekend to buy the things I need for the hospital and to pack my hospital bag (including Mateo's stuff as well) and to just get myself somewhat prepared so I don't have to worry about that. I have a bazillion forms I need to fill out as well and thank you cards to write because of my work baby shower.
We went back to SF yesterday to pick up all the baby shower gifts and then went to target to buy the rest of the stuff we need. When we got home, I was totally done for and had to lay down because my lower back, legs, pelvic joints, muscles, etc. etc. etc. were hurting so badly. Typically when I'm feeling like this, I stay down and let my brain go in circles about all the things I need/should be doing until I fall asleep (makes for a wonderful, fitful sleep), but on Saturday, after about 30 minutes, I got up and headed into Mateo's room to start sorting through all the baby shower gifts we received plus the target stuff and the other items we still haven't dealt with, like sheets and mattress pad and random toys that needed tags taken off.
My husband saw me milling around like a turtle in pain, and he told me he was going to take care of everything, and I informed him firmly that maybe I didn't want him to "take care of it" and that I wanted to do it. That's when I realized the nesting instinct was taking over my brain. It took 35 weeks, but I finally felt the need to get everything ready and washed and packed even though I could barely move and was super tired. That's when I told him that he's got to leave me be and let me freak out about everything or else I'll start crying (I'm doing this more and more and usually over nothing).
I took everything that needed to be washed into the living room, took them out of the packages, cut off tags, and began sorting for washing. Now, if you know me, you should know this is not something I do. I've never been allowed to wash our clothes and only until we moved into our condo have I been allowed to wash towels and sheets. My husband does this and he doesn't trust me and I really don't blame him. Then I dragged all my piles into Mateo's room for washing during the week.
Unfortunately, while I'm further along with my nesting process than I was on Friday, I still don't feel like I've accomplished anything and it's always in the back of my head that I need to do this and that and this and that. But really, if for some reason I went into labor today, it would be all okay. Mateo's got clothes and diapers and a place to sleep and blankets and wipes and lots and lots of love from his mom and dad.
Now if I keep telling myself that, maybe I'll take this time to actually allow my large, pregnant body to rest a bit.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Almost in isolation
Not that I want to hide away from people, but at this point, if I got a dollar for every question that was posed to me about my pregnancy, I would be really really well-off. I've been joking that I should get pamphlets made with the top 10 questions and answers so when someone asks me something, I can just hand them the pamphlet and walk away. I have two more days left physically being at work, and that'll be it. No more questions. Until I get back and then I'll receive a whole slew of new questions.
Here are the top 10:
1. When are you due? February 7, 2007 (for some reason almost everyone who asks me that is either born in Feb. or is related to someone born in Feb., so I get to hear "what a great month" Feb. is -- after awhile, I just say, "Why, cause you were born in Feb.?" and the person looks at me in AMAZEMENT!)
2. What are you having? Boy (I've had some funny reactions to this -- everything from disbelief based on my body shape to "I bet he's happy" (husband).)
3. When you do start your leave? I'm working at home from 1/15 - 1/31, leave starts 2/1.
4. Are you ready? No. No. No.
5. Are you having a natural birth? Depending on who is asking me, I usually have to ask them what they mean by that since everyone's perceptions are different. I'm having a vaginal birth unless something weird happens and then I'm having a c-section, and yes, I'll take the epidural, thank you very much.
6. Do you have a name? Mateo. (We get either perplexed looks or "Oh, that's a nice name!" or even, "Oh, Matthew!" and then I have to say, "No. Mateo, not Matthew. If we wanted to call him Matthew, we would have called him Matthew," and then I start chopping and changing the person's name so they can see how they like it.)
7. How long will you be out? 12 weeks, back in May sometime.
8. Various misconstrued leave questions that I have to clarify since all the leave stuff is really confusing.
9. Are you excited? Um, yes and no. Mostly too tired and uncomfortable to be that excited.
10. Do you have everything ready for the baby? Yes and no.
And 10.5: Do you feel him move yet? Um, I'm in my 35th week. Of course I feel him move.
And I'm still getting the weird advice from random people. Like I shouldn't feed my baby when he wants to eat so that he'll eat late and sleep all night. Yeah...that just sounds mean. That I shouldn't buy any newborn or 3 months clothes and just start at 6 months. Well, too late for that, but thanks. I also get asked how I'm feeling, and when I give my "I'm tired....etc. etc." answer, the person then goes on to reminisce how they hated being pregnant and how uncomfortable it was, and suddenly the tables are turned and it's like I asked them how they felt when they were pregnant. Oh, and I should enjoy every minute of the baby because he'll grow up and be an evil teenager.
And usually these questions/conversations happen when I'm on the way to the bathroom or I need to go to the bathroom, so I'm about ready to pee my pants because I have to go so bad. Or, even better, in the bathroom itself because that's where you'll usually find me during the day.
Isolation....I cannot wait!! Then my husband gets stuck with all the questions!
Here are the top 10:
1. When are you due? February 7, 2007 (for some reason almost everyone who asks me that is either born in Feb. or is related to someone born in Feb., so I get to hear "what a great month" Feb. is -- after awhile, I just say, "Why, cause you were born in Feb.?" and the person looks at me in AMAZEMENT!)
2. What are you having? Boy (I've had some funny reactions to this -- everything from disbelief based on my body shape to "I bet he's happy" (husband).)
3. When you do start your leave? I'm working at home from 1/15 - 1/31, leave starts 2/1.
4. Are you ready? No. No. No.
5. Are you having a natural birth? Depending on who is asking me, I usually have to ask them what they mean by that since everyone's perceptions are different. I'm having a vaginal birth unless something weird happens and then I'm having a c-section, and yes, I'll take the epidural, thank you very much.
6. Do you have a name? Mateo. (We get either perplexed looks or "Oh, that's a nice name!" or even, "Oh, Matthew!" and then I have to say, "No. Mateo, not Matthew. If we wanted to call him Matthew, we would have called him Matthew," and then I start chopping and changing the person's name so they can see how they like it.)
7. How long will you be out? 12 weeks, back in May sometime.
8. Various misconstrued leave questions that I have to clarify since all the leave stuff is really confusing.
9. Are you excited? Um, yes and no. Mostly too tired and uncomfortable to be that excited.
10. Do you have everything ready for the baby? Yes and no.
And 10.5: Do you feel him move yet? Um, I'm in my 35th week. Of course I feel him move.
And I'm still getting the weird advice from random people. Like I shouldn't feed my baby when he wants to eat so that he'll eat late and sleep all night. Yeah...that just sounds mean. That I shouldn't buy any newborn or 3 months clothes and just start at 6 months. Well, too late for that, but thanks. I also get asked how I'm feeling, and when I give my "I'm tired....etc. etc." answer, the person then goes on to reminisce how they hated being pregnant and how uncomfortable it was, and suddenly the tables are turned and it's like I asked them how they felt when they were pregnant. Oh, and I should enjoy every minute of the baby because he'll grow up and be an evil teenager.
And usually these questions/conversations happen when I'm on the way to the bathroom or I need to go to the bathroom, so I'm about ready to pee my pants because I have to go so bad. Or, even better, in the bathroom itself because that's where you'll usually find me during the day.
Isolation....I cannot wait!! Then my husband gets stuck with all the questions!
Friday, January 05, 2007
Baby class
We went to a baby class the other night that went over baby care and what's normal and not normal and so forth and so on. Our instructor for the first hour was a pediatrician and he went over all the medical things we should be aware of. After he was finished with his spiel, he asked if anyone had any questions.
A lady in the front row raised her hand and said she had a question. Now, as a side note, this lady is married to a man who feels it is unnecessary to flush a public toilet after he pees. I was hoping his level of grossness/ignorance started and ended with him, but apparently they were a match made in heaven. How I know about the no flushing thing? Because I was waiting for the bathroom he was in, heard him peeing like a horse and then saw him open the door and walk out without flushing or running any water in the sink. So I got the pleasure of flushing the toilet for him and cleaning off the toilet seat because he also doesn't believe in lifting it up while he pees, so there was pee everywhere.
Anyway, I digress.
"Will the hospital pierce my daughter's ears?" the lady asked the doctor.
I'm sure the doctor has heard just about every stupid question a person could possibly ask, but I have to give him kudos for not yelling at this lady and calling her an idiot for asking such a stupid question. Instead, he paused before answering and basically told her that no, the hospital will not pierce her daughter's ears and that if she was to ask his opinion about piercing ears, he would tell her that at no time any sort of metal should be pierced into the human body.
The lady persisted. "But what if we ask them to do it? They won't do it?"
The doctor looked at her and paused again. "No, they will not."
"But if we say it's okay to do it?" she asked.
"NO."
I don't have much experience with being in hospitals, but last time I was in one (last weekend), there wasn't a Claire's Boutique or a nice display of earrings to choose from. I would love to know where this lady got this idea from, but at the same time, she is married to a man who thinks it's okay for other people to flush his body waste, so I probably don't want to know.
A lady in the front row raised her hand and said she had a question. Now, as a side note, this lady is married to a man who feels it is unnecessary to flush a public toilet after he pees. I was hoping his level of grossness/ignorance started and ended with him, but apparently they were a match made in heaven. How I know about the no flushing thing? Because I was waiting for the bathroom he was in, heard him peeing like a horse and then saw him open the door and walk out without flushing or running any water in the sink. So I got the pleasure of flushing the toilet for him and cleaning off the toilet seat because he also doesn't believe in lifting it up while he pees, so there was pee everywhere.
Anyway, I digress.
"Will the hospital pierce my daughter's ears?" the lady asked the doctor.
I'm sure the doctor has heard just about every stupid question a person could possibly ask, but I have to give him kudos for not yelling at this lady and calling her an idiot for asking such a stupid question. Instead, he paused before answering and basically told her that no, the hospital will not pierce her daughter's ears and that if she was to ask his opinion about piercing ears, he would tell her that at no time any sort of metal should be pierced into the human body.
The lady persisted. "But what if we ask them to do it? They won't do it?"
The doctor looked at her and paused again. "No, they will not."
"But if we say it's okay to do it?" she asked.
"NO."
I don't have much experience with being in hospitals, but last time I was in one (last weekend), there wasn't a Claire's Boutique or a nice display of earrings to choose from. I would love to know where this lady got this idea from, but at the same time, she is married to a man who thinks it's okay for other people to flush his body waste, so I probably don't want to know.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
The things you learn while searching for other things (that do have some meaning to you)
I had no idea that Dr. Evil from Austin Powers was taken from a James Bond movie. I found this image while searching for "film counter" (don't ask.)
No more laying on the floor for me, no siree
Last night I was trying to figure out which DV cord to buy for our new camcorder (thanks mom and dad!), and so I asked my husband to look at the DV outlet (although I know that's not what it's really called) on his hard drive and tell me if it was 4, 6 or 9 pronged. He kept on insisting it was 3 pronged. As far as I could tell, there is no such thing as a 3 pronged male DV cord, so I decided to do the unthinkable: I got on the ground while he shone a flashlight on the opening so I could clearly see it.
Getting down was hard enough, but once I got down there, I realized I wasn't getting back up anytime soon. I'm in my 8th month of pregnancy and I'm huge with several numb limbs and fingers, so the old body isn't working as good as it used to.
I told my husband to just leave me there and to call a nurse when I go into a labor. I'd deliver Mateo right there on the floor, amongst all the dust bunnies.
He said no way, I had to get up.
I flipped and flopped, but there was no way I was getting up off the floor without a forklift. Or a strong husband.
I pushed my upper body up onto my arms and then got my knees under me. He grabbed hold of me and started yanking me up. At some point we were face to face with Mateo in between. Mateo was being squished a bit, so I told him to give him some room. Eventually he got me up. He told me to get rid of all the dust bunnies that attached themselves to me.
So that's my last attempt at getting on the ground, for any reason.
Getting down was hard enough, but once I got down there, I realized I wasn't getting back up anytime soon. I'm in my 8th month of pregnancy and I'm huge with several numb limbs and fingers, so the old body isn't working as good as it used to.
I told my husband to just leave me there and to call a nurse when I go into a labor. I'd deliver Mateo right there on the floor, amongst all the dust bunnies.
He said no way, I had to get up.
I flipped and flopped, but there was no way I was getting up off the floor without a forklift. Or a strong husband.
I pushed my upper body up onto my arms and then got my knees under me. He grabbed hold of me and started yanking me up. At some point we were face to face with Mateo in between. Mateo was being squished a bit, so I told him to give him some room. Eventually he got me up. He told me to get rid of all the dust bunnies that attached themselves to me.
So that's my last attempt at getting on the ground, for any reason.
Happy Bday to me
There is nothing like coming home from work, seeing your phone flashing, which indicates you have some messages, listening to them and then hearing your dentist, who doesn't speak English very well, say repeatedly, "Happy Birthday and Happy New Year" to you.
Now, my husband has a dental appointment next week, so at first I thought it was a reminder message for him because for some reason our dentist likes to make her own phone calls and doesn't have a receptionist who does this for her. But then I realized she's now phoning her clients instead of sending the usual postcard in the mail when a client has a birthday (don't all dentists do this???)
This means one of the following (or a combo of them all or some of them):
Now, my husband has a dental appointment next week, so at first I thought it was a reminder message for him because for some reason our dentist likes to make her own phone calls and doesn't have a receptionist who does this for her. But then I realized she's now phoning her clients instead of sending the usual postcard in the mail when a client has a birthday (don't all dentists do this???)
This means one of the following (or a combo of them all or some of them):
- She's going green.
- She's adding a personal touch to the normal birthday wishes.
- She wants to confuse people because she's hard to understand.
- She's losing clients like flies and so she is trying everything she possibly can to keep them.
- She just loves me. And only me in particular. And a Happy Birthday to ME.
I'm not sure which one it is, but I really think someone should take her phone privileges away from her. If I didn't love my dental hygienist so much, I probably would switch dentists at some point, but my dental hygienist is like all other women's hairdressers and knows way too much about me and my personal life for me to build this same relationship with someone else.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Happy Birthday to me!
I got three cards this morning, two from the girls (cats) and one from my husband. Mateo will be saying Happy Bday to me all day with plenty of kicks, pushes and swirls. Can life get any better?
Monday, January 01, 2007
Nice Day....
Every single year, it seems, this time of year is full of really bad weather, which puts a huge damper on any birthday plans we could come up with for me -- even though we tend to still go and do something, risking our lives in crazy weather. Since Mateo is living in me this birthday, we decided we weren't doing anything for my birthday because I'd probably just be asleep during most of whatever we planned. And I figured, waaaaaay back when Mateo first turned from 2 cells to 4 cells to an actual embryo, that January would be rainy and ugly as per the norm, so it wouldn't matter anyway that I wouldn't be up to do anything or that we really shouldn't be spending the money.
And then this morning I wake up and look outside, and even though it's cold, it's absolutely beautiful. Now how is that? I told Mateo he owes me a nice, beautiful birthday 20 years from now because I'm going to guess that the next 20 Jan. 2nds will be rainy and ugly.
When I mentioned this to my husband -- how nice the weather is today -- he said sadly, "Yeah, we could have went to Reno...."
Oh well.
And then this morning I wake up and look outside, and even though it's cold, it's absolutely beautiful. Now how is that? I told Mateo he owes me a nice, beautiful birthday 20 years from now because I'm going to guess that the next 20 Jan. 2nds will be rainy and ugly.
When I mentioned this to my husband -- how nice the weather is today -- he said sadly, "Yeah, we could have went to Reno...."
Oh well.
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