A is terrible at keeping secrets. TERRIBLE. He's constantly telling people what we got them for their birthdays or Christmas before we give it to them. I almost always know what I'm getting before he gives it to me. When he travels he tries to keep a secret but always ends up blurting out what he got me because he gets so excited about it.
He is however, up to something and is being very secretive about it. I almost feel like I'm making it up and he's not really up to something because I feel like if he really was up to something he wouldn't be able to keep it a secret.
So here's what has triggered me to think something is up. First, my birthday and Mother's day are in the same week, which as you know, is coming up. So he has asked me a few times what I want for my birthday. (As a side note, how come this question gets harder and harder to answer as we get older?) So, the other day, he got home from a trip and was helping me give N his bath when his phone rang. He went to get it and said "Oh hey! Hold on a sec" and walked all the way downstairs with the phone. So I'm already suspicious because he did that and my imagination started running away with me. I could tell it was a girl that he was talking to because of the tone of his voice. When he's talking to "his boys" he's all loud and obnoxious. So I kept straining to hear who he was talking to because it's weird for him to be talking to a girl (other than his mom) and have to walk downstairs to do it. Then as he finished the phone call I heard him say, "Alright, Thanks P....". It was my SISTER!
Now to some of you this may not seem suspicious, and when I asked him about it he said, "I had called her to say hi and see how she was feeling since the baby" which is a perfectly good explanation EXCEPT that they NEVER talk to each other like that. They like each other and they get along, but P and A have VERY different personalities, so it made me really suspicious, that he talked to her for a good 10-15 minutes and that she called him.
I wasn't going to say anything to him, but we were talking later on that day and he said something to me about not believing what I said (jokingly) and I said "Oh and I'm supposed to believe you just called P to check up?? I know you're up to something!" He just laughed and said "Nope, I was just calling to see how she was" then got up and walked away. For some reason this seems even more suspicious to me....I don't know why though.
It's killing me and I know that's the whole point but really, it's killing me. I really hope that he actually is up to something and that I'm not just making this up because otherwise I'll be really disappointed....I guess I'll just have to wait and see (for once!)
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
The week from HELL
I am officially having it. The week from HELL. Something else I'm having? A meltdown. Complete and total meltdown. Do you want to know? Probably not, but your going to hear about it anyway.
So as you know I work from home, which means the internet is my life. If I don't have the internet, I've got nothing. I have Comcast Business Class internet. So I pay more for the "good stuff". GOOD STUFF? MY ASS! All through January and February we were having issues. 3 technicians, 2 Modems, countless hours on the phone with customer service and somehow it resolved itself around the middle of February. There was no resolution, nothing. Just, it's working now. They have no idea what caused it. So I worked from the middle of Feb until Monday with no issues.
So Monday begins with me already exhausted because N had his 6 mth shots on Thursday and wasn't sleeping well. Monday morning I dropped N off at daycare, came home and got ready for my class. 2 day class 10a-5pm each day. I make it through about an hour of class and the internet drops. It happens periodically because of the program we use, not because of the internet so I just logged back in, apologized to the class and continued. Over the next 2 hours it happened 4 more times. After lunch it happened 7 more times. We made it through class, and once the class was over I called Comcast. It was about 3:45 (class was scheduled until 5 but the topics don't really take that long) I immediately said, I want to you tell me what's wrong and then I want to talk to a supervisor. This is unacceptable. So they couldn't figure out what was wrong, but they said they could have a technician out between 4 and 6. That wasn't going to work because I had to go pick N up and we all know with my luck, they would be there at 4 then blame me for not being there. She changed it to between 5 and 7 which sucked because that covers the entire time I get N ready for bed and fed etc. but I figured it was the best we could do. The supervisor gave me her name, and her direct phone number to call if there were any other issues and to follow up afterward so the could figure out what they can do for me.
7:15 rolls around and the technician still isn't here. I have a cranky 6 month old on my hands because his schedule is all off. I call the supervisor and get her VM. Leave her a message (she was supposed to be there until 8:30pm) and get N to bed. 7:45. Nothing. I call her again. Get her VM again (so glad she gave me her number) and leave another message. 8:05 the tecnician shows up. He's here for an hour. Shockingly, he tells me that nothing is wrong, it's not happening anymore and he can't help me. The he picks up the modem and decides its the power cord thats wrong and the power is dropping so he gives me a new modem.
As of today, the issue is still happening periodically and I haven't been able to get in touch with said supervisor. FVCK COMCAST.
So work has been totally stressing me out this week, trying to keep clients and bosses happy, deal with internet issues which piss them off and getting pissed of myself.
Yesterday I got no sleep because N was up all night and my loving husband got home at midnight and felt the need to wake me up to let me know he was home. Thanks. He also slept late this morning because he got no sleep last night. Welcome to the club.
Today, I'm dealing with a meeting with my boss. 2 new projects that must be done ASAP. Internet that drops out like crazy so I can't get anything done. I teach from 2-4:30ish then I grab my cell and see a missed call. The daycare called. They only called my cell, not the house, which is unusual. I'm on my way out anyway so I figure I'll just go and talk to her when I get there. So I get to the daycare and I'm looking for the director, the one who called and she's nowhere to be found. So I go to the infant room to get N and to see if they know where she is. I asked if they knew why she called and they said yeah. N had apparently projectile vomited all over the room and had 4 almost explosive diarrhea diapers! WHY WOULD YOU NOT LEAVE A MESSAGE! I mean seriously! No message, didn't call any of the other 3 numbers she has for us. Nothing. So now I have to sign something that says that we are aware of the symptoms and won't bring him back until he has been symptom free for 24 hours. I'm working, A is working so I have to figure out how the hell that's going to work and I can't get through to the pediatrician. I finally get through to the pedi and make an appointment for 7 tonight. I get ahold of A and he said he can take a sick day tomorrow so I don't have to. I start to drive home from daycare and I just start crying.
I have never felt so overwhelmed in my life. With work and N and A, who is always wound tight so at times like this, his stressiness (word?) makes me even worse. I miss my family, I miss my friends. I miss HAVING friends nearby at all. I miss A. He's gone so much and when he's home we're both stressed and exhausted. I just lost it. Of course I talked to A and he asked me to do like 8 things for him which made it worse. Sometimes men just don't get it. So I called my mom. That's right. I called my mom. I love my mom and I miss her so much. I just needed my mommy. She calmed me down. Told me I'm a wonderful mother and brought me back to sanity. I'm still overwhelmed, I'm still exhausted. I'm still worried about N (It's a stomach virus, nothing to do but wait it out and keep him hydrated) but my mom made it all ok just by being there for me, even it was over the phone.
Hopefully this week will get better. N will be home with A tomorrow and maybe Friday while I work (whish means when I'm not teaching, I'll really be taking care of N, not my projects). I know we'll be up at least a couple times tonight so I'll be exhausted but hopefully A will let me sleep a little late on the weekend. All I know right now (as i finish typing this then run upstairs to pass out) is that I hope, with all my heart, that someday I am to N and any future kids, what my mom is to me!
So as you know I work from home, which means the internet is my life. If I don't have the internet, I've got nothing. I have Comcast Business Class internet. So I pay more for the "good stuff". GOOD STUFF? MY ASS! All through January and February we were having issues. 3 technicians, 2 Modems, countless hours on the phone with customer service and somehow it resolved itself around the middle of February. There was no resolution, nothing. Just, it's working now. They have no idea what caused it. So I worked from the middle of Feb until Monday with no issues.
So Monday begins with me already exhausted because N had his 6 mth shots on Thursday and wasn't sleeping well. Monday morning I dropped N off at daycare, came home and got ready for my class. 2 day class 10a-5pm each day. I make it through about an hour of class and the internet drops. It happens periodically because of the program we use, not because of the internet so I just logged back in, apologized to the class and continued. Over the next 2 hours it happened 4 more times. After lunch it happened 7 more times. We made it through class, and once the class was over I called Comcast. It was about 3:45 (class was scheduled until 5 but the topics don't really take that long) I immediately said, I want to you tell me what's wrong and then I want to talk to a supervisor. This is unacceptable. So they couldn't figure out what was wrong, but they said they could have a technician out between 4 and 6. That wasn't going to work because I had to go pick N up and we all know with my luck, they would be there at 4 then blame me for not being there. She changed it to between 5 and 7 which sucked because that covers the entire time I get N ready for bed and fed etc. but I figured it was the best we could do. The supervisor gave me her name, and her direct phone number to call if there were any other issues and to follow up afterward so the could figure out what they can do for me.
7:15 rolls around and the technician still isn't here. I have a cranky 6 month old on my hands because his schedule is all off. I call the supervisor and get her VM. Leave her a message (she was supposed to be there until 8:30pm) and get N to bed. 7:45. Nothing. I call her again. Get her VM again (so glad she gave me her number) and leave another message. 8:05 the tecnician shows up. He's here for an hour. Shockingly, he tells me that nothing is wrong, it's not happening anymore and he can't help me. The he picks up the modem and decides its the power cord thats wrong and the power is dropping so he gives me a new modem.
As of today, the issue is still happening periodically and I haven't been able to get in touch with said supervisor. FVCK COMCAST.
So work has been totally stressing me out this week, trying to keep clients and bosses happy, deal with internet issues which piss them off and getting pissed of myself.
Yesterday I got no sleep because N was up all night and my loving husband got home at midnight and felt the need to wake me up to let me know he was home. Thanks. He also slept late this morning because he got no sleep last night. Welcome to the club.
Today, I'm dealing with a meeting with my boss. 2 new projects that must be done ASAP. Internet that drops out like crazy so I can't get anything done. I teach from 2-4:30ish then I grab my cell and see a missed call. The daycare called. They only called my cell, not the house, which is unusual. I'm on my way out anyway so I figure I'll just go and talk to her when I get there. So I get to the daycare and I'm looking for the director, the one who called and she's nowhere to be found. So I go to the infant room to get N and to see if they know where she is. I asked if they knew why she called and they said yeah. N had apparently projectile vomited all over the room and had 4 almost explosive diarrhea diapers! WHY WOULD YOU NOT LEAVE A MESSAGE! I mean seriously! No message, didn't call any of the other 3 numbers she has for us. Nothing. So now I have to sign something that says that we are aware of the symptoms and won't bring him back until he has been symptom free for 24 hours. I'm working, A is working so I have to figure out how the hell that's going to work and I can't get through to the pediatrician. I finally get through to the pedi and make an appointment for 7 tonight. I get ahold of A and he said he can take a sick day tomorrow so I don't have to. I start to drive home from daycare and I just start crying.
I have never felt so overwhelmed in my life. With work and N and A, who is always wound tight so at times like this, his stressiness (word?) makes me even worse. I miss my family, I miss my friends. I miss HAVING friends nearby at all. I miss A. He's gone so much and when he's home we're both stressed and exhausted. I just lost it. Of course I talked to A and he asked me to do like 8 things for him which made it worse. Sometimes men just don't get it. So I called my mom. That's right. I called my mom. I love my mom and I miss her so much. I just needed my mommy. She calmed me down. Told me I'm a wonderful mother and brought me back to sanity. I'm still overwhelmed, I'm still exhausted. I'm still worried about N (It's a stomach virus, nothing to do but wait it out and keep him hydrated) but my mom made it all ok just by being there for me, even it was over the phone.
Hopefully this week will get better. N will be home with A tomorrow and maybe Friday while I work (whish means when I'm not teaching, I'll really be taking care of N, not my projects). I know we'll be up at least a couple times tonight so I'll be exhausted but hopefully A will let me sleep a little late on the weekend. All I know right now (as i finish typing this then run upstairs to pass out) is that I hope, with all my heart, that someday I am to N and any future kids, what my mom is to me!
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Spring cleaning...
So my closets ( A and I share 2 in the master bedroom) have been a mess for a while now. At one point I started going through all my clothes and getting the winter ones put away and the summer ones out. Notice I said started...I never got around to finishing the job, until today. It's been driving A nuts so I know that when he gets home he will be a very happy camper.
Never has spring cleaning been so hard for me. So many of my summer clothes are from 2 years ago and are totally not something I can or will wear anymore. I have a HUGE pile of clothes and shoes to donate to Goodwill. HUGE. Now don't hate me for what I'm about to say. One of the reasons I have so many clothes to get rid of is because I'm 15 lbs lighter than I was before I got pregnant. I had just lost 25 lbs before I got pregnant too, so I haven't been this size since college. I know that some of you will say, wah wah wah, why is she whining about being skinny. Well, it's not so much the being skinny but the size change thing. Just like if I had gained weight, I now have to go through all my clothes figure out what fits (which is not much since the last time I was this size it was 2003) what I should give to Goodwill, what should just be trashed, etc. I refuse to keep anything in the bigger sizes, because I feel like that would give me an "ok" to gain the weight back. I'm am so afraid that once I stop nursing I will gain it all back, so I got rid of all of them, so I don't have them available. I have some things that I fit into, that I start laughing when I put on because they are SO out of date. When I was gaining weight all these years I did hold on to the smaller stuff (we all have our "skinny clothes" in the closet, right?) in the hopes that I would be able to fit iback in them one day. Well, now I do and I wouldn't be caught dead in these things. I got rid of the outfit that I wore on my first date with A today...A long khaki cargo skirt and a red, black and khaki floral sleeveless top, that was cropped. Almost a belly top but not quite. If I remember correctly I wore some chunky black sandals with it as well. Hot right? Yeah, I got rid of it. It fits again but really? Like I'm going to wear that ever again? Not so much.
So anyway, because of all this I have a pile of clothes ranging from size 6 to size 12 purchased anywhere from 2002-2008 (since I was preggers all of 2009). Along with some pretty bad shoes and old purses for Goodwill. Now I have to go through it all and figure out what is there, so I can document it all for taxes. I'm going to guess that at retail prices I have at LEAST $2000 worth of clothes, but probably more. It's really depressing, in a way, to look at my closet now. There is NOTHING in there.
Now I just have to convince A that we can afford for me to go do some major shopping....I'm pretty sure I have a snowballs chance in hell of that happening but we'll see...
Never has spring cleaning been so hard for me. So many of my summer clothes are from 2 years ago and are totally not something I can or will wear anymore. I have a HUGE pile of clothes and shoes to donate to Goodwill. HUGE. Now don't hate me for what I'm about to say. One of the reasons I have so many clothes to get rid of is because I'm 15 lbs lighter than I was before I got pregnant. I had just lost 25 lbs before I got pregnant too, so I haven't been this size since college. I know that some of you will say, wah wah wah, why is she whining about being skinny. Well, it's not so much the being skinny but the size change thing. Just like if I had gained weight, I now have to go through all my clothes figure out what fits (which is not much since the last time I was this size it was 2003) what I should give to Goodwill, what should just be trashed, etc. I refuse to keep anything in the bigger sizes, because I feel like that would give me an "ok" to gain the weight back. I'm am so afraid that once I stop nursing I will gain it all back, so I got rid of all of them, so I don't have them available. I have some things that I fit into, that I start laughing when I put on because they are SO out of date. When I was gaining weight all these years I did hold on to the smaller stuff (we all have our "skinny clothes" in the closet, right?) in the hopes that I would be able to fit iback in them one day. Well, now I do and I wouldn't be caught dead in these things. I got rid of the outfit that I wore on my first date with A today...A long khaki cargo skirt and a red, black and khaki floral sleeveless top, that was cropped. Almost a belly top but not quite. If I remember correctly I wore some chunky black sandals with it as well. Hot right? Yeah, I got rid of it. It fits again but really? Like I'm going to wear that ever again? Not so much.
So anyway, because of all this I have a pile of clothes ranging from size 6 to size 12 purchased anywhere from 2002-2008 (since I was preggers all of 2009). Along with some pretty bad shoes and old purses for Goodwill. Now I have to go through it all and figure out what is there, so I can document it all for taxes. I'm going to guess that at retail prices I have at LEAST $2000 worth of clothes, but probably more. It's really depressing, in a way, to look at my closet now. There is NOTHING in there.
Now I just have to convince A that we can afford for me to go do some major shopping....I'm pretty sure I have a snowballs chance in hell of that happening but we'll see...
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Betchya thought I was done!
So did I. In a weird twist of fate though, I just came face to face with my spider phobia and it came between me and my son.
So N started crying upstairs and since he's still a little fussy from his shots, I left him fuss a little then decided to go upstairs and check on him. I went upstairs, checked on him, gave him his paci and left the room. I walked down the hall to the bathroom to pick up some clothes I noticed I'd left of the floor from our bathtime earlier and noticed something on the ceiling in the hall outside the bathroom door. You guessed it. A spider. So at this point, I'm trapped in the bathroom because I can't leave without walking under the spider and that would make it possible for him to jump/fall on me. So I look around to see what I can use to either knock it down so I can smash it (all while keeping it as far away from me as possible) and I can't find anything. Then I see the AquaNet. That's right, for some reason, I have AquaNet in my bathroom cabinet. That stuff can hold hair through a hurricane, so I figured it would kill a little old spider. Nope. I sprayed and sprayed, it fell off the ceiling but dangled a few inches down. This only made my anxiety worse and of course, N starts crying again that this point. So now I'm pissed at myself, pissed at the spider and upset that this is keeping me from getting to N to calm him down. I'd like to add at this point, that if I didn't know N was safe and sound and just being fussy I would have said FVCK the spider and run to get him. But since I knew he wasn't in any danger, I couldn't get myself to walk under the spider. So I look around to see what else there is and I see the Lysol. Perfect, that has to have enough chemicals in it to kill the spider. So I spray and spray and the spider starts to drop to the floor. It drops about 1/2 way then stops. At this point I feel like I'm going to be sick ( and reliving it is bringing back that feeling) so I just keep spraying the Lysol and finally after a couple minutes it drops to the floor. You would have thought that the Lysol and the AquaNet would have killed the GD thing but no it started crawling away so I smashed it. I was all ready with the dustpan and I beat the crap out of that thing. My phobia is much more controllable once the possibility that it can fall on me is gone. I made sure it was dead and ran to N's room to comfort him. I got him back down and came back out to the hall. I scooped the dead fvcker into the dustpan and dump it in the toilet. Picture me walking with the dustpan held as far out in front of me as possible in case this thing magically survived somehow or came back to life (like the one A had "killed" on Tuesday). I flushed the toilet (twice) and now know that I will think of that spider if I have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and probably avoid using the bathroom (because, you know, it could come back to life and attack me through the toilet).
Awesome. I really wish I could get over this and as I said, I know that if N's life was in danger a spider would not stop me from getting to him. All the same, it's so hard feeling so helpless and scared and nauseous everytime one of the little things is around. I'm sure I'll get over it eventually but for now, I've just got to deal I guess!
So N started crying upstairs and since he's still a little fussy from his shots, I left him fuss a little then decided to go upstairs and check on him. I went upstairs, checked on him, gave him his paci and left the room. I walked down the hall to the bathroom to pick up some clothes I noticed I'd left of the floor from our bathtime earlier and noticed something on the ceiling in the hall outside the bathroom door. You guessed it. A spider. So at this point, I'm trapped in the bathroom because I can't leave without walking under the spider and that would make it possible for him to jump/fall on me. So I look around to see what I can use to either knock it down so I can smash it (all while keeping it as far away from me as possible) and I can't find anything. Then I see the AquaNet. That's right, for some reason, I have AquaNet in my bathroom cabinet. That stuff can hold hair through a hurricane, so I figured it would kill a little old spider. Nope. I sprayed and sprayed, it fell off the ceiling but dangled a few inches down. This only made my anxiety worse and of course, N starts crying again that this point. So now I'm pissed at myself, pissed at the spider and upset that this is keeping me from getting to N to calm him down. I'd like to add at this point, that if I didn't know N was safe and sound and just being fussy I would have said FVCK the spider and run to get him. But since I knew he wasn't in any danger, I couldn't get myself to walk under the spider. So I look around to see what else there is and I see the Lysol. Perfect, that has to have enough chemicals in it to kill the spider. So I spray and spray and the spider starts to drop to the floor. It drops about 1/2 way then stops. At this point I feel like I'm going to be sick ( and reliving it is bringing back that feeling) so I just keep spraying the Lysol and finally after a couple minutes it drops to the floor. You would have thought that the Lysol and the AquaNet would have killed the GD thing but no it started crawling away so I smashed it. I was all ready with the dustpan and I beat the crap out of that thing. My phobia is much more controllable once the possibility that it can fall on me is gone. I made sure it was dead and ran to N's room to comfort him. I got him back down and came back out to the hall. I scooped the dead fvcker into the dustpan and dump it in the toilet. Picture me walking with the dustpan held as far out in front of me as possible in case this thing magically survived somehow or came back to life (like the one A had "killed" on Tuesday). I flushed the toilet (twice) and now know that I will think of that spider if I have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and probably avoid using the bathroom (because, you know, it could come back to life and attack me through the toilet).
Awesome. I really wish I could get over this and as I said, I know that if N's life was in danger a spider would not stop me from getting to him. All the same, it's so hard feeling so helpless and scared and nauseous everytime one of the little things is around. I'm sure I'll get over it eventually but for now, I've just got to deal I guess!
After 8 months, I finally got a haircut...
Ahh, the final post in my Friday night postathon....
I got a haircut when I was 8.5 months pregnant. I got another one yesterday. Yeah. That's 8 months. My hair, was BAD. I don't think I have left the house with my hair in anything other than a ponytail in about 4 months. So I finally decided that it was time. I had to find a hairdresser in the area and make the time to get it done (along with a much needed eyebrow wax). The trick was, finding a hairdresser. So I posted on The Bump on my local board and got a couple recs. One of them seemed the most promising (nearby, very well rated online) until I saw the prices. I am not a cheap person, but I cannot afford to pay rates starting at $85 for a haircut and $30 for an eyebrow wax. So I went for the second one, which was much further away but they had availability and were nice when I called. I got an early early morning appointment, before work ( I didn't know salons opened that early). Ryann did my hair, she was very nice. She has a 4 month old son so we had lots to chat about and I was very happy with the job she did. When I took my hair down, I asked her very nicely not to say anything about the state of it because I knew that I had been severly lacking when it came to hair maintenance. She didn't say anything but when she was actually cutting it, she looked nervous about what I thought. She kept saying, I know it looks like alot but this is what it will take to get it shoulder length. I told her I knew it would be alot and that it was ok. She still looked nervous, but still did a great job. I think she took off about 6 inches. I don't have any before pics to share, because my hair was always up in a ponytail, but here is what it looks like now. Not the best pic since I took it in the bathroom mirror but whatever...
I can't even explain to you how much better this is and how much better I feel. Everytime I go to the salon, I feel so good afteward, and I wonder why it always takes me so long to go back. Hopefully this time, I won't wait so long (definitely not 8 months!).
I got a haircut when I was 8.5 months pregnant. I got another one yesterday. Yeah. That's 8 months. My hair, was BAD. I don't think I have left the house with my hair in anything other than a ponytail in about 4 months. So I finally decided that it was time. I had to find a hairdresser in the area and make the time to get it done (along with a much needed eyebrow wax). The trick was, finding a hairdresser. So I posted on The Bump on my local board and got a couple recs. One of them seemed the most promising (nearby, very well rated online) until I saw the prices. I am not a cheap person, but I cannot afford to pay rates starting at $85 for a haircut and $30 for an eyebrow wax. So I went for the second one, which was much further away but they had availability and were nice when I called. I got an early early morning appointment, before work ( I didn't know salons opened that early). Ryann did my hair, she was very nice. She has a 4 month old son so we had lots to chat about and I was very happy with the job she did. When I took my hair down, I asked her very nicely not to say anything about the state of it because I knew that I had been severly lacking when it came to hair maintenance. She didn't say anything but when she was actually cutting it, she looked nervous about what I thought. She kept saying, I know it looks like alot but this is what it will take to get it shoulder length. I told her I knew it would be alot and that it was ok. She still looked nervous, but still did a great job. I think she took off about 6 inches. I don't have any before pics to share, because my hair was always up in a ponytail, but here is what it looks like now. Not the best pic since I took it in the bathroom mirror but whatever...
I can't even explain to you how much better this is and how much better I feel. Everytime I go to the salon, I feel so good afteward, and I wonder why it always takes me so long to go back. Hopefully this time, I won't wait so long (definitely not 8 months!).
6 Month Appointment
So we had N's six month appointment on Thursday. I can't believe that he is already 6 months old! That seems like forever, but also no time at all! So Thursday morning, A and I took N to the doctor. I was excited to see how much he weighed and how much he had grown. He is now 17 lbs 9 ozs (50th percentile) 27 inches (75th percentile) and his head is 44 cms around (again 50th). My boy is pretty much average and I'm totally ok with that! I couldn't get him to sit still for his 6 month pic but here it is!
So we were talking to the pediatrician, Dr. G. She mentioned that as soon as he starts pulling up we need to make sure to lower the crib all the way. I said, he's already starting to do that and the crib was already lowered, then I asked if we needed to take the bumper out as well. She looked at me like I was beating my child and said, "You should NOT have a bumper in there now. Yes, take it out immediately" Now, I know that we were being rebels when we put the bumper back in but we talked to alot of people about it. N was waking up multiple times in the night when we didn't have the bumper in just because he was hitting his head or getting his arms or feet stuck. We decided that since N could roll over both ways and had really good neck strength that we would put it in and it made our lives alot better. I even talked to A's cousin who is a doctor in NJ and she said that it wasn't a big deal since he could roll both ways. I did NOT expect my pedi to jump on me about this! There were a few other things she mentioned, she asked if he was sleeping through the night, I said he gets up once around 1 am, usually hungry. She said, at 6 months he's probably not hungry, it's just habit, that we should let him cry it out. She also talked about not starting puffs or anything solid like the teething biscuits until he was 9 months old (too late, he likes the puffs!). Which, I know isn't medically mandated, you should really do things as your child is ready, not by their age. So I felt like she was giving more parenting advice than anything. A takes everything she says as gospel. That because she has an MD she knows what is best for N. We disagree on that. I think that when it comes to medical needs, allergies, etc. she does know best. All children are different though and it is up to the parents to what they know is best for their kids. I don't think that pediatricians should be giving parenting advice. The cry it out thing really ticked me off because now A wants to do that and I just don't believe that should be the first thing you try. We can get him to sleep through the night without CIO (I think). We just haven't been trying yet because he does honestly seem hungry when he wakes up. He doesn't fall asleep right away when he starts nursing, he usually nurses both side before falling back to sleep.
So after all this, I'm getting to the point where I just want to get out of there because the parenting advice is starting to really get to me. She tells us that his next appointment will be at 9 months and that she will not longer be there. Huh? Yeah, you read right, she will no longer be there. One of the reason we chose her was that she was younger and new to the practice so we thought she was someone that we as a family could grow with. Nope. Less than a year after joining the practice she is taking a fellowship in the Bronx. So see you later. At this point, I didn't know what to think! After that appointment I was kind of ok with it because it seemed that we disagreed on some of the parenting stuff (but since I didnt' see it as her place to give me that advice, I just overlooked it) but she has been really good at explaining stuff to us, allaying our fears etc. So here we are. Next appointment we will be seeing her replacement and deciding if we want to stick with her or choose one of the other doctors in the practice. Because that wouldn't be awkward at all if we ever needed to see here for an emergency appointment in the future...
So after all this, A and I say goodbye to the doctor and we just have to wait for the nurse to come in and give N the shots. Since A had never had to do this before, I made him be the one to hold N down while she gave him the shots. I couldn't even watch because it's so heartbreaking to see him do the silent scream. He took them pretty well though, didn't cry for too long and we were on our way out. He slept alot of the rest of that day, then was apparently a total pain the next day for the daycare ladies...another reason I appreciate them so much.
So we were talking to the pediatrician, Dr. G. She mentioned that as soon as he starts pulling up we need to make sure to lower the crib all the way. I said, he's already starting to do that and the crib was already lowered, then I asked if we needed to take the bumper out as well. She looked at me like I was beating my child and said, "You should NOT have a bumper in there now. Yes, take it out immediately" Now, I know that we were being rebels when we put the bumper back in but we talked to alot of people about it. N was waking up multiple times in the night when we didn't have the bumper in just because he was hitting his head or getting his arms or feet stuck. We decided that since N could roll over both ways and had really good neck strength that we would put it in and it made our lives alot better. I even talked to A's cousin who is a doctor in NJ and she said that it wasn't a big deal since he could roll both ways. I did NOT expect my pedi to jump on me about this! There were a few other things she mentioned, she asked if he was sleeping through the night, I said he gets up once around 1 am, usually hungry. She said, at 6 months he's probably not hungry, it's just habit, that we should let him cry it out. She also talked about not starting puffs or anything solid like the teething biscuits until he was 9 months old (too late, he likes the puffs!). Which, I know isn't medically mandated, you should really do things as your child is ready, not by their age. So I felt like she was giving more parenting advice than anything. A takes everything she says as gospel. That because she has an MD she knows what is best for N. We disagree on that. I think that when it comes to medical needs, allergies, etc. she does know best. All children are different though and it is up to the parents to what they know is best for their kids. I don't think that pediatricians should be giving parenting advice. The cry it out thing really ticked me off because now A wants to do that and I just don't believe that should be the first thing you try. We can get him to sleep through the night without CIO (I think). We just haven't been trying yet because he does honestly seem hungry when he wakes up. He doesn't fall asleep right away when he starts nursing, he usually nurses both side before falling back to sleep.
So after all this, I'm getting to the point where I just want to get out of there because the parenting advice is starting to really get to me. She tells us that his next appointment will be at 9 months and that she will not longer be there. Huh? Yeah, you read right, she will no longer be there. One of the reason we chose her was that she was younger and new to the practice so we thought she was someone that we as a family could grow with. Nope. Less than a year after joining the practice she is taking a fellowship in the Bronx. So see you later. At this point, I didn't know what to think! After that appointment I was kind of ok with it because it seemed that we disagreed on some of the parenting stuff (but since I didnt' see it as her place to give me that advice, I just overlooked it) but she has been really good at explaining stuff to us, allaying our fears etc. So here we are. Next appointment we will be seeing her replacement and deciding if we want to stick with her or choose one of the other doctors in the practice. Because that wouldn't be awkward at all if we ever needed to see here for an emergency appointment in the future...
So after all this, A and I say goodbye to the doctor and we just have to wait for the nurse to come in and give N the shots. Since A had never had to do this before, I made him be the one to hold N down while she gave him the shots. I couldn't even watch because it's so heartbreaking to see him do the silent scream. He took them pretty well though, didn't cry for too long and we were on our way out. He slept alot of the rest of that day, then was apparently a total pain the next day for the daycare ladies...another reason I appreciate them so much.
Liar Liar...
my husbands pants are on fire...
So I have a slight aversion to spiders. And anyone who knows me knows that I'm am totally lying by using the phrase "slight aversion". I'm 100%, ridiculously terrified of them. I do have a legitimate psychological reason though, which I will share with you before I tell my husband story. It won't take long and it's necessary for you to understand how NOT COOL my husband was.
My family has 2 cottages up on a lake in NH. They are my happy place. There is no where I feel more comfortable than up there. Except for one incident when I was four. It was not so much a happy place that day. **side note (I always had dreams about this when I was kid and thought I had made this story up as an excuse for my spider fear until my mom confirmed it when I was 15. It's probably my earliest memory. So sad)** So we were opening up the cottages for the summer. They are not winterized so every year we close them in October and reopen them on Memorial day. We had spent the entire day cleaning and were all exhausted. I ran upstairs to get the bed I wanted, the top bunk, on the right hand side of the room. I got my PJ's on, climbed up into the top bunk and reached up to turn the light above the bed on. About 2 minutes after that my mom heard a blood curdling scream. There had been a spiders nest in the light that I disturbed when I reached up to turn the light on and there were thousands of baby spiders dropping down all over me. My mom says I was covered from head to waist in spiders and that she had to run me down to the lake and dunk me a couple times to get them all off.
I am totally allowed to be afraid of spiders.
Not surprisingly if they are on the ceiling or somewhere where they can fall on me or jump on me, I go into full panic mode. So there I was on Tuesday, teaching my last class of the day in our guest bedroom. I'm talking to a group of people over the internet and I look up and see a spider on the ceiling, coming right for me! I managed to unplug the computer, and slowly back out of the room without freaking out and letting the class know. I moved to our bedroom and finished the class. I also texted my husband that he needed to kill the spider in the guest room ASAP when he got home.
Later that night, A said that while he was remaking the bed in the guest room he saw the spider and killed it. I was suspicious that he was just trying to appease me, but I said thank you and forgot all about it. Fast forward to Wednesday afternoon. I'm back in the room preparing for my next class which was in about 20 minutes. I looked up in the corner of the room near the ceiling and guess who was there, planning his next attack on me. That same spider!! A was downstairs so I snuck out of the room (because the spider was watching me, so I had to sneak out!) and said "Hey A?" A said "Yeah" I said "You know that spider you killed yesterday, he came back to life!" I could hear him swear and start laughing. He said "I'll be right up" As he came up the stairs I called him a liar and he laughed again, I said, it's NOT funny, he continued to chuckle. He went in, killed the spider (this time I made sure!) and flushed it. I said again, "seriously honey, it's not funny! You know how scared I am of spiders" He just laughed and said it must have been God's easter spider.
Sometimes, I just want to smack him...
So I have a slight aversion to spiders. And anyone who knows me knows that I'm am totally lying by using the phrase "slight aversion". I'm 100%, ridiculously terrified of them. I do have a legitimate psychological reason though, which I will share with you before I tell my husband story. It won't take long and it's necessary for you to understand how NOT COOL my husband was.
My family has 2 cottages up on a lake in NH. They are my happy place. There is no where I feel more comfortable than up there. Except for one incident when I was four. It was not so much a happy place that day. **side note (I always had dreams about this when I was kid and thought I had made this story up as an excuse for my spider fear until my mom confirmed it when I was 15. It's probably my earliest memory. So sad)** So we were opening up the cottages for the summer. They are not winterized so every year we close them in October and reopen them on Memorial day. We had spent the entire day cleaning and were all exhausted. I ran upstairs to get the bed I wanted, the top bunk, on the right hand side of the room. I got my PJ's on, climbed up into the top bunk and reached up to turn the light above the bed on. About 2 minutes after that my mom heard a blood curdling scream. There had been a spiders nest in the light that I disturbed when I reached up to turn the light on and there were thousands of baby spiders dropping down all over me. My mom says I was covered from head to waist in spiders and that she had to run me down to the lake and dunk me a couple times to get them all off.
I am totally allowed to be afraid of spiders.
Not surprisingly if they are on the ceiling or somewhere where they can fall on me or jump on me, I go into full panic mode. So there I was on Tuesday, teaching my last class of the day in our guest bedroom. I'm talking to a group of people over the internet and I look up and see a spider on the ceiling, coming right for me! I managed to unplug the computer, and slowly back out of the room without freaking out and letting the class know. I moved to our bedroom and finished the class. I also texted my husband that he needed to kill the spider in the guest room ASAP when he got home.
Later that night, A said that while he was remaking the bed in the guest room he saw the spider and killed it. I was suspicious that he was just trying to appease me, but I said thank you and forgot all about it. Fast forward to Wednesday afternoon. I'm back in the room preparing for my next class which was in about 20 minutes. I looked up in the corner of the room near the ceiling and guess who was there, planning his next attack on me. That same spider!! A was downstairs so I snuck out of the room (because the spider was watching me, so I had to sneak out!) and said "Hey A?" A said "Yeah" I said "You know that spider you killed yesterday, he came back to life!" I could hear him swear and start laughing. He said "I'll be right up" As he came up the stairs I called him a liar and he laughed again, I said, it's NOT funny, he continued to chuckle. He went in, killed the spider (this time I made sure!) and flushed it. I said again, "seriously honey, it's not funny! You know how scared I am of spiders" He just laughed and said it must have been God's easter spider.
Sometimes, I just want to smack him...
Now your in for it, so get ready...
I am the worst blogger ever. I haven't typed a word in FOREVER it feels like. Things have been pretty busy around here, with Easter, A being home more, work, family visits, etc. So I apologize that I have been slacking again. However, as the title of this post says, now, you guys are in for it. Just because I haven't been blogging doesn't mean that blogworthy things haven't been happening. They have and I've been saving up. So the amount of posts that will happen in the next few days will be record breaking. Well, it will at least break this blog's record. So buckle up everyone, because you are about to be bombarded with probably more information than you ever wanted to know about my life and my family in the past few weeks....
Saturday, April 3, 2010
I finally gave in...
...and bought a grocery cart cover. I was trying to avoid spending that money by shopping only when N was at daycare, but with A traveling so much, it's inevitable that sometimes I'll have to go to the store with N and the thought of him putting his mouth on the handle of the cart makes me nauseous. So I gave in and went to Babies'R'Us and bought a cart cover. I can't believe how much they charge for these things! Of course the ones that were on sale (still $25) were gone, so I got the next price up...$39.99! It's not even that cute :-(. I know I could have ordered a cute one off of etsy or something for the same price, but I needed to go shopping desperately today so BRU it was!
As I said earlier, I have been doing my shopping while N was at daycare so usually right after I drop him off in the morning or before I pick him up in the afternoon. Not usually busy times at the grocery store. Today however, was NUTS! Apparently everyone in my town goes grocery shopping around 1 pm on Saturdays. They were alllllll there. The cart cover worked like a dream and I felt much better watching N sucking on the fabric as opposed to the handle of the cart. Totally worth the 40 bucks!
So with the errands out of the way, we made it home got the groceries put away and spent the rest of the day on the screen porch playing. It was so beautiful! I got some great pictures of N playing in the nice weather. He loved it outside! I'm so glad that spring is finally here. Now I just need to get a good kiddie pool! I leave you with my favorite smile in the world...wish you could hear the laugh that goes with it!
As I said earlier, I have been doing my shopping while N was at daycare so usually right after I drop him off in the morning or before I pick him up in the afternoon. Not usually busy times at the grocery store. Today however, was NUTS! Apparently everyone in my town goes grocery shopping around 1 pm on Saturdays. They were alllllll there. The cart cover worked like a dream and I felt much better watching N sucking on the fabric as opposed to the handle of the cart. Totally worth the 40 bucks!
So with the errands out of the way, we made it home got the groceries put away and spent the rest of the day on the screen porch playing. It was so beautiful! I got some great pictures of N playing in the nice weather. He loved it outside! I'm so glad that spring is finally here. Now I just need to get a good kiddie pool! I leave you with my favorite smile in the world...wish you could hear the laugh that goes with it!
