I had a great weekend and that really makes Monday morning not so hard. We were ready for church yesterday and got there for the early service at 8:30 and there were only 3 cars in the parking lot, meaning it was the week for the combined late service. So we went into town and looked for a place to have breakfast. DH wanted something substantial and I didn’t care but he didn’t like the number of cars in the parking lots so we decided to do something quick. We first stopped at the hardware store for a new filter for the mower then we went to a coffee shop and got breakfast. After that we hit Target and couldn’t find a helicopter for B so we’ll have to keep searching. I did find a nice baby pool/water play mat that has quite a few things B can play with so that will be fun on the soon coming hot summer days. We were going to put it out yesterday but storm clouds moved in so we decided not to. We then went to Costco and stocked up on a few things then were home by 11:00. B was sleeping so DH and I picked more dandelions and goats beard from the yard then I trimmed the grass around my shrubs and raspberries so DH wouldn’t mow too close and possibly harm my plants. I also did laundry, watered the plants, did DH’s books, shaved, and filled out my health insurance form renewal while DH mowed the lawn and sprayed broad leaf killer. It was at least a very productive weekend but also relaxing. I want to clean the cars the next weekend we have at home since they need it. I didn’t get to my garden because my claw is broken, so until that gets fixed it won’t get done. I’ll have to keep reminding DH to do that for me and now it looks as if I’ll have to guy the plants rather than use seeds, oh well.
B is doing very well on moving around between his butt scooting, army crawl, and rolling. I set the Pak N’ Play up so we can put him in there when we can’t watch him. He also slept great last night so hopefully we’re on track for this weekend, then the trip to Fsyth will throw us off again but that’s life. He pooped in the potty this morning so I was very proud, especially since we didn’t catch anything yesterday and I was feeling a big discouraged. I’m just not being as consistent as I should be so I’ve got to change that.
DH dropped a bit of a bomb on me without realizing it, though he thought I was on the same page. We’ve been talking about when to TTC and I was under the impression we’d try to have another LO Spring of 09 but DH was under the impression we were planning late summer/early fall of 08. So we’re going w/ DH’s time frame and of course the nervous feeling is back. I want another one but it’s the same as with B, the fear of the unknown and how much it will change our lives though it will be wonderful. So I’ll stop taking the pill in October so I can have a month to get back to normal and starting in November we’ll be “trying”. I want to be as healthy as possible for this pregnancy so I need to start eating better and exercising, anything to try to prevent the problems from last time if I can.
I’m feeling very anxious and I know it’s about the car and the money I have for it. I don’t like carrying around large amounts of money with me, even in the form of a cashiers check. I did a Carfax check on the car and it came back clean so as long as it runs fine during the test drive it will be ours. I’m so excited and that’s why I’m obsessing over this.
B peed in the potty (just a little bit) twice this morning and I swear he’s obsessed with watching the toilet flush; at least he’s not scared of it. We played a bit when we got home last night and he’s doing very well at standing while holding onto something. He has even got daring enough to reach for things on the floor and things far away. I love how he’ll just laugh when he’s playing; he’s in his own happy world sometimes. He’s been falling asleep during his last bottle and once he’s done eating he covers his eyes with his hands to keep the light out. He’s so much like his dad when he does that.
I’m leaving around 3:15 today, this whole week I’m working through lunch so I don’t have to take leave for today or Friday. I’ve hit a wall today and am tired, hopefully this afternoon will go fast. DH seems to think we’ll have another boy (I’m not even pregnant yet so I’m not sure why he’s thinking this) which would mean we’d try for a third to get (hopefully) our girl. Time will tell.
I think I’m going to write down B’s birth story here, I started it in my paper journal but I didn’t get too far and I worry now that I won’t remember everything very accurately. This is something that will be edited over time until it’s as accurate as I can remember.
My pregnancy was fairly easy in my eyes, even with the problems I had though I don’t think I really considered how serious things could have been, ignorance can be bliss. I had morning sickness until the 4th month and each week I kept saying this is the week it should be done. I lost weight at first from all of the puking plus I had the stomach flu for 2 days and I could hardly drink water none the less eat (I lost 8 pounds over those 2 days). With my morning sickness I couldn’t handle making food so we ate a lot of mac & cheese and peas, pretty pathetic. It wasn’t until the 5th month that I finally was at my pre-pregnancy weight and I gained about 4 pounds a month from that point on, except for the 2 week stint where I was eating blueberry smoothies (thinking they would be better for me than the bag of cookies I would consume) and I gained 8 pounds in 2 weeks. I stopped the smoothies after that weigh in!
My only cravings during the pregnancy were grapefruit and Snickers bars, at least one was healthy. I had a few "ailments" from the pregnancy including heart burn, carpel tunnel on both wrists, and snoring. I was quite the sight when going to bed, I had on a breathe right nose strip, two carpel tunnel wrist braces, and a container of Tums. DH called my Tums my buddies since I wouldn't go anywhere without them.
DH and I did go to a pregnancy/labor class. I am so happy we took that class and were able to cover all of that information. It really helped both of us to have a plan and feel prepared for labor. It also helped reinforce in my mind that I was capable of having a baby and I could handle it.
My blood pressure had high moments (it’s always higher than normal when I go to the doctor because they make me nervous) and then it would be back to a more acceptable level. From the beginning of the 8th month I was going in every week for a blood pressure check and also to monitor my swelling feet and legs. I had cankles and they were gross, DH was great because he’d massage my legs and feet every night to get them back to “normal”. I never noticed any swelling in my face until I looked at a picture that was taken 1 week before I was induced. My mom noticed that my face was swollen but she didn’t tell me, I wasn’t too pleased that she didn’t say anything.
Around 7 ½ months my doctor thought my amniotic fluid felt a bit low so we did an ultrasound to measure my fluids. I measured around 7 and she told me that she wanted to check it again in 2 weeks. At my 8 month appointment (right on my birthday) my doctor was on vacation so I had to let them know that we needed to measure my fluids, I could tell on the ultrasound machine that they were quite a bit lower than two weeks previous and the doctor said there was hardly any in there on some sides, I was measuring around 3-4. At this point she told me I was done working and this stressed me out because it was fiscal year end and I had a ton of work I needed to do. We then did a stress test and since B passed she scheduled me to be induced on that Saturday (she was the doctor that was on call for that day) in 3 days, I was worried she was going to induce me on my birthday. So DH took me to work to grab some paperwork I could do while sitting in bed. I VPN’d to my work computer so I was able to do quite a bit while on bed rest, I did go in on Friday to do some training. DH was relieved to have the induction scheduled because he was nervous about everything happening when he didn’t expect it; I was worried about being 3.5 weeks early.
I wasn’t packed for the hospital and I wasn’t ready at all. I never hit that stage where you’re so big and miserable you can’t wait to have the baby and I really expected to encounter that. We also had our weekend plans “ruined” because of this. We had planned to drive to Denver for the Tom Petty/Pearl Jam concert but since I was having a baby instead those plans were dumped and it was worth it to get my little boy.
The night before the induction DH and I tried to go to bed early to get sleep but it was really hard. We were up and ready to go to the hospital at 6:00 am but when I called they said we didn’t need to come in until 8:00. Of course we couldn’t get any more sleep in so we were there and ready at 8:00. They first had us sit in the only L&D room that was open and I swear we waited for 45 min before they came in. I was 3-4 cm dilated before anything started so I think my body was getting ready to have B with or without the induction. I remember lots of questions and it seemed to take forever before they hooked me up to the Pitocin around 10:00 am and then there were more questions. We had 3 women with us, the main nurse, a nurse in training, and a student that was only there for observation. The nurse in training tried to get my IV going and missed the vain the first attempt and felt horrible, she kept apologizing but it didn’t bother me at all. I told her it was ok but she had the head nurse put it in instead. We had filled out a birth plan and I remember the nurses commenting on my pain medication request. I had stated that I wanted to see how I did without medication but that I may choose something if I can’t handle the pain. I think they found it humorous and I’m sure they figured I’d be asking for something sooner rather than later. Before our pregnancy class I had always assumed I would have an epidural but after our class I was determined to try my best to not have an epidural though I wasn't 100% opposed.
I’ll continue it later, that’s enough for now.
From 10:00 to noon I wasn’t feeling any sort of contractions at all and at one point the doctor came in to say she “wanted to see that smile off my face.” They continued to turn the Pitocin up and they broke my water a little after noon. There really wasn’t much to come out but I was relieved it was clear. DH ate my lunch since I couldn’t eat anything, not that I wanted anything to eat. My mom showed up around 10:30 and hung out in the room with us, she was great about staying out of the way and letting DH take care of me, she did help if it was asked. I initially didn’t plan for her to be in the room the whole time but I also didn’t care when it came down to it so she got to watch the show.
Around 1:30 I started to finally feel some contractions but they just felt like cramps during my period, I think the nurses were at least relieved I was starting to feel something. I spent quite awhile watching the contractions monitor, it was fun to see the spikes go up and feel the contractions though it scared me to think what they would feel like when the spikes went as high as they can go. DH was timing my contractions so we could see progress and they did increase in pain but it wasn’t by a lot (I’d say they went from cramps to gas pains during this time). They kept monitoring the baby and me but I was allowed to break away from the machines to walk the hallway and to take a shower (it felt great on my lower back). This is one reason I was very thankful I didn’t have an epidural.
Around 3:15 the nurses suggested I take another walk (they kept telling me I had to have the baby by 5:00 since that was when they were off shift, I told them I’d do my best). DH and I just walked up and down the hallway for about 30 min and when I first started walking my contractions were occurring once at each end of the hallway but I was able to walk and breathe through them with no problem. DH continued to time the contractions and of course they became closer together and more intense. By the end of our walk I had to stop for each contraction, happening now 3-4 times through the hallway. I had to bend over and breathe and once the pain was bringing tears to my eyes I figured it was time to go back to my L&D room. When we entered the ward the nurses said they didn’t think I was coming back and I told them the contractions were getting stronger and I think they saw that I was finally in some pain.
I went to the bathroom one last time and then they checked my dilation, lucky me had both the head nurse and the nurse in training take my measurement. I was dilated to 7 cm so they said they would start to set things up. I was back on the bed and the contractions came on strong around 4:00. DH was helping me breathe through them but I was still doing the deep breaths and I started to feel light headed. The head nurse told me to start breathing in the “hee hee hoooo” fashion and that helped tremendously, I was finally getting enough oxygen. The pain was intense enough that I thought, I don’t know if I can handle this, but I also knew with how fast my body was moving that I didn’t have an option but to do it without drugs. I was amazed at how even though I’d never been through labor before I knew where my body was at.
I did notice in my haze of contractions that the nurses were starting to move a lot faster at getting things set up. I was really hot during this portion and ended up ripping the hospital gown off of me, good thing it had snaps on it. DH kept putting ice chips on my chest and face in between the contractions and he was also putting a wet cloth on me. My mom did help with this portion since he was multi-tasking. I also puked (what was in my stomach which was basically only liquid) during two contractions but since I had nothing to spit it into (nobody heard me when I said I puked) or onto I ended up swallowing it, that was lovely. I’ve always been a puker so I wasn’t surprised by it.
I could feel Brodie down in my hips and it was so hard to not push, I would even say it was painful to not push. In order to keep myself from pushing before I got the go ahead I had to move my hips during the contractions. The nurses said the doctor was delivering another baby and that if I could wait for her that’s fine otherwise they would deliver for me. I heard the woman that was delivering screaming/yelling, that’s not too helpful in that position. I kept from pushing for about 2 contractions then the doctor came running into the room and I started pushing. The nurses had to strip her down and get her into new garbs so she’d be ready for me.
During the contractions I remember the nurses and student being very helpful and supportive, telling me what to do to help with things and that I was doing a great job. They wanted me to look at DH during the contractions but it was hard because I’d look at him and wanted to cry, I’m not sure why. DH was also very supportive doing what I asked and telling me I was doing a great job. It was hard to hear because at times (during my 25 min labor) I didn’t feel like I was doing a good job. The only thing I said during the contractions was Ow, and I felt I needed to say that so they knew I was in pain.
I think I pushed through about 5 contractions and then I felt the ring of fire and I wasn’t about to wait for another contraction so I kept pushing. This may have been why I had the 2nd degree tear but who knows. His head came out and she told me to stop pushing so she could do her thing then one more push got the rest of him out. The first thing the doctor said was, “He’s tiny” and all I saw was that he was a boy and I commented on his cone head then I laid back in the bed. She didn’t offer for DH to cut the cord because Brodie was so small and I didn’t realize there was a troop of people with the pediatrician in the room until they grabbed him. They put him in the room warmer and he started crying shortly after that. Dr. I did bring him by me so I could see him and she said they were going to make sure everything was ok with him (he wasn’t breathing well), at this point DH left to go with Brodie. I didn’t notice this but his limbs were blue when he came out. He was born at 4:25 pm and was 4 lbs 11.5 oz.
The delivery of the placenta wasn’t painful but when it came out the doctor said it was small, scarred, and calcified. I figure since it had some problems that’s probably why Brodie was so tiny and maybe even why my amniotic fluid was so low. My body was freezing and I couldn’t stop shaking so the nurses kept putting warmed blankets on me, it felt like forever before I was feeling normal again. I think being stitched up from my tear was almost the worst part. She said the tear was clean and how a cut would have been but the stitching hurt. It honestly felt like she was sticking a needled in my bum hole, which is pretty close to what she was doing. I was so happy when she was done.
The nurses changed shifts shortly after I delivered but they all said good-bye before they left and the student told me that I made it look really easy. She said it was a great experience for her and maybe my non-drugged delivery will help them to do their best to support women that choose to not have an epidural. They also told me that with the next one I better camp out in the parking lot, now DH and I are a bit nervous of how fast it could go and I'm sure we'll be there with my first pain.
I then rested in the bed for awhile and I must have been out of it because things were kind of a blur. DH did come in with Brodie after about ½ hour (according to DH) and Dr. I talked with me about his status. He was hooked up to an IV of glucose to help with the blue limbs, he did struggle at first with breathing but it was just transition issues and his lungs were fully developed and fine. Because my amniotic fluid was so low his left side had been squashed and the top of his left foot laid flat against his shin. She said this was nothing to worry about and to make sure he stretches his foot out and it will be normal before long. His left nostril was also a little smashed and the back part of his head was flat on that side.
When DH gave him to me it was so weird to think he was my child, I was a bit nervous and uncomfortable holding him but he was absolutely adorable and perfect, even with his squashed left side. I don’t remember how long I held him but they took him back to the nursery so I could get cleaned up.
The new nurse was a bit more doting than I wanted but that’s better than being blown off. She wanted to help me walk to the bathroom but I was feeling fine and told her I was ok on my own. The shower felt great and then she helped me into the huge bundle of pads and panties they made me put on, I waddled to my room there was so much crap packed around my crotch. The room was great, it had a double bed so DH could stay with me; he did go home each day to take a shower (he could have showered there but I don’t blame him for wanting to get out) and e-mail pictures of Brodie. The nursery called us when Brodie woke up and DH gave him his first bath while I video taped. He hated everything but having his hair rinsed under the faucet, he would always get quiet and still when we rinsed his hair. I then breast fed him and he did well with latching on. It was amazing at how small he was but also at how fast we got use to his size. The nurses called him peanut since he was so small but they also continually said how he thought he was a big boy because he didn’t act like he was under 5 pounds. He was so aware of everything from the beginning and I remember him trying to lift his head from my chest when he was only a day old. We were truly blessed that he was fully developed and only skinny.
We test drove the car last night and we really like it, it’s a bit fancier than we thought because it even has heated seats, but that’s ok. The dealership had lowered the price on the car and the salesman lowered it a bit more for us so we should be getting it for $15,500. There were a couple minor things we wanted them to check/fix and they are also going to do a certified inspection so it will have a 5 year 100,000 mile warranty. He’s going to call me when the inspection is over and hopefully we’ll be able to take the car on our trip this weekend. I was in a really bad mood after work and I think it started from my annoyance that DH didn’t pick B up from day care, instead I had to do it and that just took more time. He was at home when I got off work so why didn’t he just pick him up on his way? Oh well, I eventually got out of my funk.
B is working really hard at crawling on his knees. He moved a tiny bit on his knees but it still needs lots of practice. He’s getting very good at army crawling and can move pretty fast. I guess he said ma-mom yesterday but of course it was to DH and not to me, oh well. DH caught a pee on the potty yesterday morning and I caught a pee this morning, I feel like we’re back on track though I still need to be more consistent.
I told my friend J that we’re planning to TTC at the end of this year and I jokingly said they should also, well they were already planning to TTC at the end of the year also. I’m so happy for them and I hope they don’t have any problems with conceiving, they’ve been through so much these past 2 years that they deserve something good and positive in their lives.
I ordered some cake books so I can make B’s birthday cake. Hopefully there will be some cute and fairly easy designs to use. I can’t believe he’s going to be a year old. After I get the books and figure out what type of cake to make I’ll start planning the decorations. I think we’ll just invite family and close friends over for his birthday, he’ll probably be the only baby but that’s ok for the first year.
I have been cranky that last two evenings and I'm not sure why, at least DH has been understanding and has helped get me out of my funk. B and I went outside right when we got home so I could dig up more dandelions. Our neighbors must still be mad at me because I said hi to Phil when I walked outside and he just looked at me, oh well I'll kill them with kindness. My rhubarb was starting to grow flowering stalks so I cut those off and I noticed the grass seemed really dry so I started watering. DH took over the watering when he got home and that was much appreciated. I think we're going to have to install an automatic system in the next year or so because I'm sick of dragging a hose around.
DH has been pretty randy lately and I tease him it's because he has baby fever and knows we'll be trying in a few months. No matter what the cause I'm enjoying it.
We're picking the car up after work and are paying $15,600. We're excited and are going to have to get the car seat set up tonight so we're ready for our trip this weekend. I did B's laundry last night and am going to do our tonight along with packing, it's going to be a busy one.
I felt really rushed leaving work yesterday and I hate that feeling. I was then of course stuck behind a bus that stopped at every street even when kids weren’t getting out along with a woman driving 10 miles under the speed limit playing with her hair in her mirror (after she pulled out in front of me). I worked on my patience.
DH picked up the proof of insurance for the car and I picked B up, when we got to the dealership he had everything ready for us so we were out of there with our new car by 5:30. Once we got home both DH and I were in bad moods, I think it’s because our week has been filled with things to do after work almost every day. I packed, cleaned, did laundry, water plants, and hung up the hoses, DH took care of B and I felt like I hardly got to see him last night. We also put the car seat in the Malibu and used the latch system for the very first time, it was exciting. I talked with my mom and she said the woman at STEP working with E is concerned that she’s not progressing as fast as she should. So they scheduled an appointment for E to meet with a speech therapist this afternoon, it will be interesting to see what she says.
I can’t wait to get out of here and start my weekend. I’m looking forward to seeing my parents and L & E, it’s been too long. L is very excited to see B and he’s so proud to be the oldest cousin so he can teach B things. My dad is taking ½ of Saturday and all of Sunday off so he can see us a bit and we’ll get to see my grandma on Sunday since she’ll be over for dinner. My brother even talked about coming down to see us, which would be nice. My mom’s concerned that he’s a bit too condescending to W and most everyone else for that matter. He can be a bit brash but he doesn’t do things to be an a-hole, he just comes across that way. He needs to treat W more as an equal (because they are) and have her help make decisions rather than being the final say all of the time. Hopefully he’ll get it because he really is a good guy; he just doesn’t always know when to keep his mouth shut.
We had a good weekend though it was hectic. We got out of town around 3:00 and B did great in the car, he always does. I tried to feed him solids and then spent the rest of the drive in the back with him, at least it was roomy. Once we got to my parents we fed B again and put him to bed, he slept great and I was pleasantly surprised. He did wake once at 2:30 and played until 3:30. He sat himself up and was all over that crib, we were awake the whole time too but didn’t let him know. He also did great crawling, moved a little bit (still awkward) on his knees and did a move where he’d move both knees forward at the same time.
Saturday was cold and dreary but we still went to the park, for some reason SIL didn’t pack coats (or even a long sleeve shirt for E) for the kids so E was cold and we didn’t stay long. Spiderman 3 was really good though I was disappointed in the parents that didn’t control their kids from talking and running in the aisles. If they can’t behave make them (and yourself for that matter) wait. There was also a couple there that brought a baby B’s age, of course she cried at times because 2.5 hours of silence for an infant is not possible unless they are sleeping. What are these people thinking, or better yet are they thinking?
Sunday was hectic getting things ready for lunch and Grandma came over to eat with us so we got to see her. After lunch we headed out, B was exhausted so he was asleep within 2 min of getting in the car, he still didn’t sleep as long as he should have though.
E is a hand full and I had a hard time staying patient with her. She’s so defiant and says no constantly along with pouting and throwing fits. She screams about everything and I spent a good portion of the weekend telling her to stop screaming. She was also sick so we were disinfecting everything so B wouldn’t catch it and then she drools right on his face, WTF? She’s old enough to know better but then again she gets away with anything and everything so why not? She was disobeying my mom and doing things she knew she wasn’t supposed to do and she didn’t care. There are no consequences for her actions and she’s allowed to scream to get her way, I was done tolerating it and made her be responsible for her actions. L gets blamed for doing things just because she starts screaming and crying, I put the kibosh on this pretty fast because I was the only one paying attention half the time. It just wore on me and is really frustrating that she’s shown time and time again that screaming will give her what she wants. L made some comments when we first got there and I’m a bit worried about him. I told my mom what my concerns were and hopefully she can gently pass them on. Oh and here’s a kicker, my brother is still in denial about E’s speech problems and said he thinks everyone’s blowing them out of proportion. WTH is wrong with him?
B pooped on the potty for DH on Friday morning and also pooped for me this morning. I wasn’t very consistent this weekend, big surprise I know, so we didn’t catch anything. Since we’ll be home this weekend hopefully I’ll be better with sitting him on the potty.
B was a bit cranky at DC yesterday so they think he may be teething, well he’s been showing signs for months now and still nothing so I’m not going to get too excited. It will happen when it happens. He peed on the potty twice yesterday for DH and once this morning for me, we missed the poop since it was in his diaper when I got him out of bed.
When we got home B played in the grass and I picked dandelions then he helped me water the trees. He did a good job holding the hose and then of course the hand kept going into the water. I also started watering the back yard and I hope I can prevent the dry spots this year. We then played on the floor while I prepped dinner and DH gave him a bath then fed him. He slept pretty good last night though he was awake at 5:00, he’s going to need an early nap this morning.
I did laundry, looked at picture packages for B’s pictures tomorrow, and shaved. I also talked to my mom and it seems my brother is being more of a moron. L wanted him to play w/ him and he was on the computer so he told L he’d play in 5 min, well it ended up being 5 hours instead. Then SIL’s shoulder went out and she had to call 911 because she was in so much pain, my brother’s response was, “How much is the damn ambulance going to cost me?” He needs a swift kick in the *** and I think my dad is going to have a chat with him. SIL isn’t perfect but she deserves respect and he needs to get his priorities straight.
I really think B is finally teething (yes this isn’t the first time I’ve said this), he’s been cranky and just not quite himself. He’s crawling on his knees but he’s still working on the coordination of getting it right. If he really wants to get somewhere fast he’ll army crawl. He hasn’t been eating much during the days (at least not for us) and he took 12 oz down before bed last night, I think he would have taken more but I got him to calm down and doze before DH showed up with more. He’s also not sleeping as well because he sits up and gets himself in awkward positions (I think he “can’t” get out of them because he’s tired) then cries for help. Needless to say I’m tired and need to get my butt in bed early tonight.
We have his “9” month pictures today and hopefully he’s not cranky for that. I have to pick him up in a bit, clean him up from his day at DC, feed him and then drive to the photographers. I’ll be feeling a bit rushed but it should be fine.
DH wants to mow tonight and I’m going to water the last part of the lawn then I’ll start over tomorrow. It’s my mom’s b-day so I need to call her and I have thank-you’s and mothers day cards to write tonight. I hope to also get some weeding done so I have a busy night ahead of me. The next two nights I’m going to clean the house and then Saturday I have errands, shopping, laundry, and the garden to plant. I think we’re heading to the cabin to see the sisters and IL’s on Sunday so I’m hoping to have everything I need to do completed by Saturday. I’m curious as to what DH will do for Mother’s Day for me, if he remembers. I don’t get the feeling that he’ll forget but you never know. I’ve at least stopped being a terd over him forgetting my birthday, he just makes himself feel guilty though he doesn’t need to. It’s just true to form that my birthday’s suck and everyone in my life forgets them at one time or another.
We had an interesting situation yesterday. A bomb threat was called into the police and left on voice mail, it was non-specific as to what school but it covered a wide area. The schools in the small surrounding towns evacuated but the schools in Bzm didn’t and neither did the Univ. The public schools claimed that since it’s non-specific they weren’t going to evacuate and the Univ said that since it’s finals week classes weren’t in session (they chose to ignore that kids are on campus taking finals and studying along with all of the faculty and staff that work on campus). Now this pisses me off because they are putting people’s lives in danger and just because it isn’t specific doesn’t mean it’s not true nor in one of the buildings that wasn’t evacuated. Who are “they” to determine that it’s worth risking lives? This is a situation where it’s always best to err on the side of caution, someone needs to explain that to “them”.
Day care kept B pretty clean yesterday so I only had snot to clean from him before his pictures. His pictures turned pretty good for having red cheeks and a runny nose, he didn’t smile as much this time but we still got a few good shots. He fell asleep on the drive home since I had interrupted his nap at day care so I left him in his car seat while I dug up more dandelions and then weeded my flower beds. He has started shaking his head no and it’s cute unless you’re trying to fee him and food goes everywhere, DH has been a bit frustrated lately with feeding him. He ate his baby food fairly well and then played a lot and he even ate dinner with us. He had his first taste of meatloaf and seemed to like it so that’s what I’m feeding him tonight for dinner. He did great eating big food with us (even when I was feeding him) so I think he’s just ready to move away from the purees. I’m also going to look into moving him to 3 bottles a day, he’s growing up. He did cry a couple times after putting him down, once was because he pulled himself partway up but didn’t know how to get down and I’m not sure on the second time. He didn’t wake around 4:00 this morning so that was blissful.
I have my thanks-yous written, weeds pulled, and bills paid. Tonight I’m going to start cleaning the house and then finish tomorrow night. Saturday B and I will get out of the house early to do our shopping and errands and end the spree at the greenhouse. It’s graduation weekend so I want to be out of town early so I don’t have to deal with the traffic. When I get home I’ll till up my garden and start planting. On Sunday DH said I’m sleeping in and he’s getting up with B (yippee!) and then we’ll head to the cabin after church. I’m excited to sleep in. I talked with my mom last night and since E’s appt with the speech therapist was cancelled last week they rescheduled for Friday, I sure hope she can help E out, I’m glad they’re finally meeting with one.
I didn’t clean at all last night, I was too tired so tonight I have to clean the whole house. B has been enjoying sucking on an ice cube in his mesh feeder; it quiets him down for a little while though I’m still waiting for a tooth. He was exhausted last night but woke a couple times from 4:00am on. The two times I went in he was on his tummy and upset about it, I don’t think he was fully awake but I sure didn’t sleep well after that. DH took today off so we’re starting the 3 bottles a day, I can’t believe he’s 10.5 months, his birthday is going to be here soon. We’re trying to get him use to sippy cups (still) and he usually just chews on the tips but today he took to the straw cup really well. DH said he sucked too hard at first a was a little shocked and lost some but then he compensated and smiled with his new discovery.
DH and I looked at cakes and found a spaceship that I’ll make for his birthday. I’ll also make a little one that he can play with and maybe some cupcake Martians to go with. This means I also have to find decorations to match, I better not procrastinate on this one.
I’m leaving work at least 30 min early today so I can stop by one store and do a little bit of shopping so tomorrow I don’t have so much to do (only 3 or 4 stores instead of 5). Today’s been annoying; I had a major brain fart and screwed up an order so I’ve been dealing with fixing that. I also have a meeting in an hour that I hope isn’t a PITA. I’m just tired and want things to go smoothly, is that too much to ask?
Tomorrow I’m going to wake up fairly early and get out to do my shopping by 9:00. I hope to only have my ring, the greenhouse and the grocery store to go to. I may need to go to Target. Then when I get home I’ll get my garden tilled and planted and do laundry. DH still needs to find out what we can bring for MIL on Sunday so I may need to cook a little too. This should also give me time to water and have B play in his little pool since we haven’t done that yet. I sure hope it’s nice out on Saturday.