...because the Universe answered!!!! I got a FULL SLEEP last night! (Well, at least what passes for a full sleep these days with the peeing and whatnot, but I'll take it!)
I have to say though that a lot of credit goes to Hub who has been taking care of me like it's nobody's business lately. It's almost like when we were first together! The past few weeks he has been pitching in on everything and just making me feel well cared for in general. I'm so glad we're getting along so well now. It makes me act more kindly toward him too of course.
But last night he had the idea to add a doubled up comforter to the mattress pad already in place under our sheets. My body just can't handle the firm mattress anymore. That's what I used to love. That, along with the massage he gave me and my heating pad, must have worked because I'm not even as stiff as usual this morning. This is a miracle because after how I felt when I got home yesterday, I imagined not even being physically able to climb out of bed in the morning. Oh I'm so glad. I guess we'll just have to continue the ingenuity.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Desperate
So very tired. Rest please? And maybe a side of lots o' money so I can actually just pick a date before my due date to stop working? And then stay home with the kid for 3 months instead of 2?
Thanks Universe.
Thanks Universe.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
And the one where I'm happy...
Be forewarned... lots of gushing including about the baby included.
So contrary to the previous post, I'm actually quite happy today. Sometimes people just make me angry. Why am I happy might you ask? The first thing is, I PASSED MY 3 HOUR GLUCOSE TOLERANCE TEST! I didn't realize how much that was bothering me until it was no longer a load on my shoulders. I know, I know. It's a small thing in the grand scheme of "bad things that happen" but it still bothered me. Dearest obgyn had also just gotten a shipment of H1N1 vaccine in this morning, so I got that as well - yet another load off. Everything with baby looks good still. I love that little shit so much.
On the non-medical front, I asked the doctor to tell me how the baby is positioned to see if we had guessed correctly. We had. I don't know why that excites me so much. His rump is on my left side and is the larger lump just to the left of my belly button. His back is to us and his head is slightly lower down on my right side. So that thing that I thought was his arm? It probably was. When I've rubbed his little bum? It's actually his bum. And that thing that poked out of my side last week probably was a teeny baby foot. I just want to eat him up.
It's also gorgeous outside. My broken washer was promptly fixed this morning, and I just paid someone to do a wonderful job cleaning up my back lawn. It's really nice to not have to work so hard to make things fall in order sometimes. Tomorrow I look forward to a very dear woman coming over with her little one to help me clean up some of this mess. The sciatica just makes it really hard to get a lot done at a time, leaving me way behind without help. I am a lucky, lucky girl.
So contrary to the previous post, I'm actually quite happy today. Sometimes people just make me angry. Why am I happy might you ask? The first thing is, I PASSED MY 3 HOUR GLUCOSE TOLERANCE TEST! I didn't realize how much that was bothering me until it was no longer a load on my shoulders. I know, I know. It's a small thing in the grand scheme of "bad things that happen" but it still bothered me. Dearest obgyn had also just gotten a shipment of H1N1 vaccine in this morning, so I got that as well - yet another load off. Everything with baby looks good still. I love that little shit so much.
On the non-medical front, I asked the doctor to tell me how the baby is positioned to see if we had guessed correctly. We had. I don't know why that excites me so much. His rump is on my left side and is the larger lump just to the left of my belly button. His back is to us and his head is slightly lower down on my right side. So that thing that I thought was his arm? It probably was. When I've rubbed his little bum? It's actually his bum. And that thing that poked out of my side last week probably was a teeny baby foot. I just want to eat him up.
It's also gorgeous outside. My broken washer was promptly fixed this morning, and I just paid someone to do a wonderful job cleaning up my back lawn. It's really nice to not have to work so hard to make things fall in order sometimes. Tomorrow I look forward to a very dear woman coming over with her little one to help me clean up some of this mess. The sciatica just makes it really hard to get a lot done at a time, leaving me way behind without help. I am a lucky, lucky girl.
Open Letter to an Asshat
To the man in the beautiful Mazda Miata convertible with the bumper sticker that read, "Honk if I'm paying your Mortgage" with a mocking Obama symbol for the O":
You suck. What a lovely way to rub your relative wealth in others' (who are less fortunate) faces. I hate asshat bumper stickers. They so cowardly ridicule or scorn others with the comfort of relative anonymity. I equally hate the stupid little pieces of paper that mock anyone for their beliefs or status whether I agree with them or not. No buttface, you are not paying my mortgage; partly because of our hard nosed dedication to fiscal responsibility, hard work and minimizing, but also partly because I lucked out and didn't have a major health problem crop up and lose my job, or have no one to turn to for help during desperate times, or get sucked into a really bad housing situation unknowingly. We actually DID get sucked into a mortgage that is not the best situation in the world due to a very unscrupulous mortgage broker who changed our loan at the last minute without our knowledge. We are making it work, but worry about what happens if the market doesn't improve before that balloon loan is due, or if something happens to one of our jobs while we are paying the higher interest rate than we were quoted.* Yes we were stupid first time home buyers and didn't have a lawyer, or we would have nailed his ass. But we did as much homework as we possibly could to prepare for this. Guess what? Sometimes you still get stuck with the shit end of the stick. It's nice that hasn't happened to you. Yippee hooray, here's your cookie. The problem is so widespread you can't tell me everyone in the U.S. who has had mortgage problems is an ass, and there is no blame to go anywhere else.
And guess what else? I don't pretend to know what exactly should have been done to help the mortgage crisis or if what was done was the best route. However, the idea of stemming the tide of foreclosures etc is to hopefully shore up the whole economy. As much as those of you judgmental jerks** who have everything you could possibly need think you are immune to what the rest of the country suffers, eventually you are not. The bubble of ignorant prosperity shrinks more and more and eventually, most of you would be feeling the burn too.
Tirade over.
*Yes we WANTED a 30 yr fixed rate. We are somewhat on a 30 yr fixed rate, with a few caveats. Bait and switch baby.
**I know the minority. OK.. I believe the minority. Thank God. But it still pisses me off.
You suck. What a lovely way to rub your relative wealth in others' (who are less fortunate) faces. I hate asshat bumper stickers. They so cowardly ridicule or scorn others with the comfort of relative anonymity. I equally hate the stupid little pieces of paper that mock anyone for their beliefs or status whether I agree with them or not. No buttface, you are not paying my mortgage; partly because of our hard nosed dedication to fiscal responsibility, hard work and minimizing, but also partly because I lucked out and didn't have a major health problem crop up and lose my job, or have no one to turn to for help during desperate times, or get sucked into a really bad housing situation unknowingly. We actually DID get sucked into a mortgage that is not the best situation in the world due to a very unscrupulous mortgage broker who changed our loan at the last minute without our knowledge. We are making it work, but worry about what happens if the market doesn't improve before that balloon loan is due, or if something happens to one of our jobs while we are paying the higher interest rate than we were quoted.* Yes we were stupid first time home buyers and didn't have a lawyer, or we would have nailed his ass. But we did as much homework as we possibly could to prepare for this. Guess what? Sometimes you still get stuck with the shit end of the stick. It's nice that hasn't happened to you. Yippee hooray, here's your cookie. The problem is so widespread you can't tell me everyone in the U.S. who has had mortgage problems is an ass, and there is no blame to go anywhere else.
And guess what else? I don't pretend to know what exactly should have been done to help the mortgage crisis or if what was done was the best route. However, the idea of stemming the tide of foreclosures etc is to hopefully shore up the whole economy. As much as those of you judgmental jerks** who have everything you could possibly need think you are immune to what the rest of the country suffers, eventually you are not. The bubble of ignorant prosperity shrinks more and more and eventually, most of you would be feeling the burn too.
Tirade over.
*Yes we WANTED a 30 yr fixed rate. We are somewhat on a 30 yr fixed rate, with a few caveats. Bait and switch baby.
**I know the minority. OK.. I believe the minority. Thank God. But it still pisses me off.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Hub
Sometimes Hub gives me the warm fuzzies and the happy shivers all at once. Good thing I keep him around even when I'm upset.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Nephew Update
We haven't had one of these in a while.
Messages we've received from nephews lately:
(in descending age order)
Nephew #1: I miss Uncle and Aunt. I miss them lots. Uncle is so funny. Aunt B, my doggy misses you. Her behave much better when you're here. I think you should come pway with her. She wants you to.
Nephew #2: I'm not a baby, I'm a BIG boy!! (yes he's now in that stage)
Nephew #3: Raaaaaaaoooooooorrrreeeeeeeeeeegggrrrrrrrrr. (No, I'm not kidding. I got this message on my phone recently. The kid sounds like a wild animal being torn apart!!! I've never heard anything like it! And he's only talking! Imagine what this crazy 5 mo old sounds like when he's angry!) He has also said Uh-Oh enough times that no one now thinks they're crazy anymore. We don't know, however, if he knows what it means.
Messages we've received from nephews lately:
(in descending age order)
Nephew #1: I miss Uncle and Aunt. I miss them lots. Uncle is so funny. Aunt B, my doggy misses you. Her behave much better when you're here. I think you should come pway with her. She wants you to.
Nephew #2: I'm not a baby, I'm a BIG boy!! (yes he's now in that stage)
Nephew #3: Raaaaaaaoooooooorrrreeeeeeeeeeegggrrrrrrrrr. (No, I'm not kidding. I got this message on my phone recently. The kid sounds like a wild animal being torn apart!!! I've never heard anything like it! And he's only talking! Imagine what this crazy 5 mo old sounds like when he's angry!) He has also said Uh-Oh enough times that no one now thinks they're crazy anymore. We don't know, however, if he knows what it means.
Gold Star
Hub has done lots of noteworthy things the past few weeks, but I have been remiss in posting them. Sorry hon! But this weekend he gets a big, fat gold star for all his efforts! It started out with the fact that he watched a movie that I've been bugging about with me this weekend. THEN he passed out a few random massages where he actually tried to do a good job and DID! Next we had all sorts of Halloween fun that didn't involve work. And the most important of all, we finished painting the baby's room! He did most of the painting, I did the set-up and ran errands. It's a lovely, inviting soft yellow now. I am so pleased. I can't wait to move things into it.
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