My Dad does not like my Grandma.
My Grandma does not like my Dad.
My Husband does not like my Mom.
My Mom does not like my Dad's parents.
My Sister does not like my Husband.
My Mom and Dad do not like my Husband's Mom and Dad.
Everyone likes the Baby.
With the holiday season upon us. . . doesn't this seem like a fun element to planning?
(Will it be okay to just lock myself in the bathroom until January 2nd?)
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Shoo Flu
Well, I have spent the morning at home with A, as he fights off this nasty flu bug. He is sleeping in his swing right now. He seemed to be in a good mood while he was awake this morning. Until I put the saline drops in his nose anyway, that didn't go over very well.
This afternoon I'm going to work for a few hours while his grandma takes over. Tomorrow his other grandma is coming up to keep an eye on him.
Seven to ten days. . . hopefully he only has another day or so of this. I'm just glad he is sleeping a lot, that has be better than just feeling crappy and not being able to sleep.
This afternoon I'm going to work for a few hours while his grandma takes over. Tomorrow his other grandma is coming up to keep an eye on him.
Seven to ten days. . . hopefully he only has another day or so of this. I'm just glad he is sleeping a lot, that has be better than just feeling crappy and not being able to sleep.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sh*tStorm
When does the sh*t stop hitting the fan around here?? Huh? Seriously, WHEN?
I came back to work two weeks ago. I wanted to start on a Monday, but Hurricane Ike knocked out electricity from Galveston to Ohio. So I finally started to work that Wednesday. Then my grandparents visited and I had to miss ANOTHER day of work last Monday.
For the past week or so numerous little things have been getting under my skin. The girls at work planned Happy Hour on Wednesday and I thought "thank goodness, I could sure use a happy hour." Ha. HA HA. . . little did I know that the little things were only the beginning.
Because now the baby has the flu. Just let that sink in. . . the two month old baby has the flu. Poor little guy. So, he's got runny nose and a cough. He does not have a fever and he is eating. But he's slightly fussier than normal. And the spitting up. . . it just goes on and on. The doctor expects it to last 7 to 10 days and our best guess is to start counting from last Thursday. As long as he doesn't get a fever above 100 or stop eating he should be okay. But we've got to keep a super close eye on him.
So we have another week of not working. Another week without pay. Friday I sat down and figured out a budget so we could finally get all caught up by the end of November. And that's kind of down the drain now.
My old job was a straight salary. This job is hourly, which I actually appreciate because when we work all those hours in tax season I'll feel like I'm being rewarded for it. But, right now, right STINKING now, I am so frustrated because GOOD LORD I came back to work early because we NEEDED the money.
Don't get me wrong, my main concern is that my baby has the flu and getting him better is priority one. But along with that. . . I really did need to work, dang it. Has anyone had a little baby with the flu? Is it as horrible as it seems?
I came back to work two weeks ago. I wanted to start on a Monday, but Hurricane Ike knocked out electricity from Galveston to Ohio. So I finally started to work that Wednesday. Then my grandparents visited and I had to miss ANOTHER day of work last Monday.
For the past week or so numerous little things have been getting under my skin. The girls at work planned Happy Hour on Wednesday and I thought "thank goodness, I could sure use a happy hour." Ha. HA HA. . . little did I know that the little things were only the beginning.
Because now the baby has the flu. Just let that sink in. . . the two month old baby has the flu. Poor little guy. So, he's got runny nose and a cough. He does not have a fever and he is eating. But he's slightly fussier than normal. And the spitting up. . . it just goes on and on. The doctor expects it to last 7 to 10 days and our best guess is to start counting from last Thursday. As long as he doesn't get a fever above 100 or stop eating he should be okay. But we've got to keep a super close eye on him.
So we have another week of not working. Another week without pay. Friday I sat down and figured out a budget so we could finally get all caught up by the end of November. And that's kind of down the drain now.
My old job was a straight salary. This job is hourly, which I actually appreciate because when we work all those hours in tax season I'll feel like I'm being rewarded for it. But, right now, right STINKING now, I am so frustrated because GOOD LORD I came back to work early because we NEEDED the money.
Don't get me wrong, my main concern is that my baby has the flu and getting him better is priority one. But along with that. . . I really did need to work, dang it. Has anyone had a little baby with the flu? Is it as horrible as it seems?
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Bootcamp!
If you think this sounds like something NOT up my alley you would normally be on the money.
But. . . well, a girl from work is doing it. And I do want to lose weight and build stronger muscles. So, I really want to do it. I really, REALLY want to do it.
I'm trying to workout the logisitcs. The class is 5:30-6:15 AM Monday-Friday for eight weeks. Since having the baby I think getting up that early won't be as big of an issue as it once would have been. . . he is up around 4:30 to eat so I could just stay awake. I've been living on 4-6 hours of sleep per night for 8 weeks, what's 8 more?
My husband usually leaves for work between 6 and 6:15, so I would have to convince him to leave at 6:30 instead. That would give me plenty of time to get back home. He likes to get to work really early, so he won't be thrilled. But. . . I don't know, I feel like I make sacrifices for him, he should be able to do this for me for two months. I e-mailed him to see what he thinks and am like a kid waiting on Christmas. . . I want him to reply.
And, past the getting in shape aspect of the class, I think I could make some friends. The girl from work is doing it with a couple of her friends. I could get to know all of them and feel like I have some girlfriends in this town. I have friends at work, but I still am not close enough to any of them to just call them up and talk or whatever. And we girls need that, you know?
You get the bootcamp workouts, unlimited access to the gym, nutritional guidance, a heart rate monitor. . . as long as you attend 90% of the workouts you get a money back guarantee-if you can't run a 5k by the end of it you get your money back. And speaking of the money, my grandma offered to foot the bill!
But. . . well, a girl from work is doing it. And I do want to lose weight and build stronger muscles. So, I really want to do it. I really, REALLY want to do it.
I'm trying to workout the logisitcs. The class is 5:30-6:15 AM Monday-Friday for eight weeks. Since having the baby I think getting up that early won't be as big of an issue as it once would have been. . . he is up around 4:30 to eat so I could just stay awake. I've been living on 4-6 hours of sleep per night for 8 weeks, what's 8 more?
My husband usually leaves for work between 6 and 6:15, so I would have to convince him to leave at 6:30 instead. That would give me plenty of time to get back home. He likes to get to work really early, so he won't be thrilled. But. . . I don't know, I feel like I make sacrifices for him, he should be able to do this for me for two months. I e-mailed him to see what he thinks and am like a kid waiting on Christmas. . . I want him to reply.
And, past the getting in shape aspect of the class, I think I could make some friends. The girl from work is doing it with a couple of her friends. I could get to know all of them and feel like I have some girlfriends in this town. I have friends at work, but I still am not close enough to any of them to just call them up and talk or whatever. And we girls need that, you know?
You get the bootcamp workouts, unlimited access to the gym, nutritional guidance, a heart rate monitor. . . as long as you attend 90% of the workouts you get a money back guarantee-if you can't run a 5k by the end of it you get your money back. And speaking of the money, my grandma offered to foot the bill!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
The Reason Behind Tired
Pacifiers. Can't live with 'em, but live without 'em.
During daytime hours that little pacifier is a life saver. Middle of the night--Royal Pain in the Butt. Any wagers on how many times I stuck that thing back in his mouth between 4 and 6 am??
Sigh.
During daytime hours that little pacifier is a life saver. Middle of the night--Royal Pain in the Butt. Any wagers on how many times I stuck that thing back in his mouth between 4 and 6 am??
Sigh.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Sympathy
This weekend I got some bad news. My mom's best friend has a daughter who was 20 weeks pregnant with her second baby. When she went in for her regular appointment that week she found out the baby had died at 18 weeks. She had to go ahead and deliver.
I saw an episode of Grey's Anatomy where the mother had to deliver her baby who had already died. It was one of the saddest things I've ever watched on tv, but to imagine in happening in real life to a friend of our family really hit me this weekend. I am so sad for her. On top of that, her husband left her sometime after she got pregnant.
When I was six weeks along we went for an ultrasound and the doctor didn't see anything. Just six weeks along and my husband and I were so sad. They thought it was a tubal pregnancy. Besides the fear of dealing with that I was just so upset that this baby I had been thinking about for just a few weeks was not going to be here. Of course they found him, right where he was supposed to be, just smaller than they thought. It was the biggest relief.
I can't begin to imagine how she must feel. Six weeks along and we were so, so upset when we thought we might not really have our baby. But to be 20 weeks along and then have to deliver? She must have been absolutely devastated.
Really I'm not sure what the purpose is for posting this. Certainly not because I want to make people who read this sad too. But, it's just on my mind. It was just one of those things that you hear and suddenly you want to do everything that you can do to help that person feel better. But, I haven't known her that well since we were kids, I don't know what would be helpful. I am sending her a card, mostly to just let her know that she's in my thoughts-but what to say on it? I have no idea.
I saw an episode of Grey's Anatomy where the mother had to deliver her baby who had already died. It was one of the saddest things I've ever watched on tv, but to imagine in happening in real life to a friend of our family really hit me this weekend. I am so sad for her. On top of that, her husband left her sometime after she got pregnant.
When I was six weeks along we went for an ultrasound and the doctor didn't see anything. Just six weeks along and my husband and I were so sad. They thought it was a tubal pregnancy. Besides the fear of dealing with that I was just so upset that this baby I had been thinking about for just a few weeks was not going to be here. Of course they found him, right where he was supposed to be, just smaller than they thought. It was the biggest relief.
I can't begin to imagine how she must feel. Six weeks along and we were so, so upset when we thought we might not really have our baby. But to be 20 weeks along and then have to deliver? She must have been absolutely devastated.
Really I'm not sure what the purpose is for posting this. Certainly not because I want to make people who read this sad too. But, it's just on my mind. It was just one of those things that you hear and suddenly you want to do everything that you can do to help that person feel better. But, I haven't known her that well since we were kids, I don't know what would be helpful. I am sending her a card, mostly to just let her know that she's in my thoughts-but what to say on it? I have no idea.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Back to Work, Back to Work
There was a commercial for an attorney in Houston that I used to see on tv when I was a kid. It was a guy sitting at the doctor's office and the doctor was saying "Back to work! Back to work!" That has been stuck in my head all morning.
Today is my first day back. I decided to come back a little early. We needed the money and I needed a routine. I am certainly missing the little guy, but I think 7 weeks was a good amount of time to be home. Not only do I feel like the routine will be better for me and the baby, but I feel refreshed and ready to tackle stuff at work.
Monday should have been the first day back, but due to Hurricane Ike it kept getting pushed back. The babysitter didn't have electricity. We aren't near the coast, but you would not believe how many people are without electricity up here. I can't begin to imagine what it must have been like for people in the Houston/Galveston area. But, I do think having my start date pushed back to Tuesday, then Wednesday helped me adjust mentally to not being home with him all day. I thought Monday was the day, but I got to stay with him. Same thing Tuesday, so this morning dropping him off at the sitter was much less stressful than I anticipated.
Of course, I've thought "I hope he's okay" about 30 times already this morning.
Today is my first day back. I decided to come back a little early. We needed the money and I needed a routine. I am certainly missing the little guy, but I think 7 weeks was a good amount of time to be home. Not only do I feel like the routine will be better for me and the baby, but I feel refreshed and ready to tackle stuff at work.
Monday should have been the first day back, but due to Hurricane Ike it kept getting pushed back. The babysitter didn't have electricity. We aren't near the coast, but you would not believe how many people are without electricity up here. I can't begin to imagine what it must have been like for people in the Houston/Galveston area. But, I do think having my start date pushed back to Tuesday, then Wednesday helped me adjust mentally to not being home with him all day. I thought Monday was the day, but I got to stay with him. Same thing Tuesday, so this morning dropping him off at the sitter was much less stressful than I anticipated.
Of course, I've thought "I hope he's okay" about 30 times already this morning.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
One of Those Days
Today is just one of those days. There is something bothering me, a kind of lingering feeling. It comes and goes and today it's here.
Why is it that when I feel like this I just want to sit around listening to music that furthers this mood? I should be listening to something bright and happy to improve the situation.
Also, I hate being places where I don't know anyone and my husband does know people. He sucks at introducing me to people. In fact, it's like he sees someone he knows and he just wanders off in that direction. I used to follow him, but that left me just standing there like and idiot because at no point would he say "and this is my wife, Emily." So now I just don't even bother. There's more to this issue, but I tried to type it out and it just got kind of long and boring, so I'll spare you.
Why is it that when I feel like this I just want to sit around listening to music that furthers this mood? I should be listening to something bright and happy to improve the situation.
Also, I hate being places where I don't know anyone and my husband does know people. He sucks at introducing me to people. In fact, it's like he sees someone he knows and he just wanders off in that direction. I used to follow him, but that left me just standing there like and idiot because at no point would he say "and this is my wife, Emily." So now I just don't even bother. There's more to this issue, but I tried to type it out and it just got kind of long and boring, so I'll spare you.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Keeping Track
Just a short post, to keep track of the weight loss. . .
I did the workout from Self magazine once last week. It was tough and I was super sore for the next two days.
I walked four times last week.
I stuck to the WW program pretty well. I tried to plan out my days in advance and only changed things up a couple of times.
Total weight lost so far on program: 5.2 pounds.
Add that to the 30 I lost after having the baby and I'm doing pretty good. Unfortunately I don't really feel 35 pounds lighter. And breastfeeding has kept my boobs huge and that sucks. I actually found a bra in my drawer the other day and thought "geez, this thing is tiny. I can't believe it ever fit." Then I looked at the size, DD! There is something seriously wrong when a DD looks tiny.
Speaking of breastfeeding, I've been pumping now for almost a week and can still only get about 3-4 ounces per pumping session. There is no way that is going to cut it when I go back to work. But! I am still breastfeeding and one more week will be the six week mark that I wanted to make it to. We'll have to see where it goes from there.
AND still speaking of breastfeeding, the baby is waking up.
I did the workout from Self magazine once last week. It was tough and I was super sore for the next two days.
I walked four times last week.
I stuck to the WW program pretty well. I tried to plan out my days in advance and only changed things up a couple of times.
Total weight lost so far on program: 5.2 pounds.
Add that to the 30 I lost after having the baby and I'm doing pretty good. Unfortunately I don't really feel 35 pounds lighter. And breastfeeding has kept my boobs huge and that sucks. I actually found a bra in my drawer the other day and thought "geez, this thing is tiny. I can't believe it ever fit." Then I looked at the size, DD! There is something seriously wrong when a DD looks tiny.
Speaking of breastfeeding, I've been pumping now for almost a week and can still only get about 3-4 ounces per pumping session. There is no way that is going to cut it when I go back to work. But! I am still breastfeeding and one more week will be the six week mark that I wanted to make it to. We'll have to see where it goes from there.
AND still speaking of breastfeeding, the baby is waking up.
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