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Calgon, take me the fuck AWAY

Posted on February 26, 2009 | Comments Off on Calgon, take me the fuck AWAY

So the stomach bug recurrence only lasted 24 hours, thank Maude, which meant that after an evening’s hard labor cleaning the public areas of the house, the Hatchling and I were able to host playgroup this morning, and very much enjoyed a mellow morning with some of our favorite moms and toddlers. (Well, the moms were mellow. The toddlers, not so much.) It was nice and thaw-y today, the house is clean, I was feeling good! Then I heard the damn weather report, which is predicting a possible EIGHT INCHES of snow starting around noon tomorrow and going through the night. GOD, this is why I hate February and March. You get these tantalizing glimpses of warmer weather, a few stolen days here and there where boots and mittens are not required, and then WHAMMO! Mother Nature is all, “psych, bitchez!” and throws down with a damn blizzard. This winter has already sucked, weather wise, and I am just. So. Over it. I need a cruise. Or a beach vacation. Or … I dunno, a pina colada and a tanning bed. I’M GETTING DESPERATE.

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No, no, no, no, NO

Posted on February 24, 2009 | Comments Off on No, no, no, no, NO

You must have misheard me. I said “NO MORE viruses”, not “Please send me a recurrence of the stomach bug.” You have to LISTEN.

My kingdom for a main floor bathroom. Argh.

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I’m just saying …

Posted on February 21, 2009 | Comments Off on I’m just saying …

Look: I don’t know who dropped the ball on this one, but can we all agree that there should be a rule that if you’re pregnant – or at least more than, say, 5 months pregnant – you DO NOT get sick? That seems like a no brainer, right? Yeah. Tell that to the stomach bug that’s been going around and that got our entire family over the last three days. Fortunately it was fairly short-lived, but MAN. I have not slept so many hours in a row without being drugged in I can’t remember when. That makes the second crappy virus I’ve had in the third trimester. Can we just call it quits with the contagious diseases for the next couple of months?

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One of us needs a strong drink.

Posted on February 3, 2009 | Comments Off on One of us needs a strong drink.

The Hatchling got up FIVE TIMES last night. And then I had to get up at 6am to go get my semi-weekly ultrasound and monitoring. Leaving me with about 2 hours of sleep, total.

Mama is TIRED.

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It just keeps getting BETTER

Posted on February 2, 2009 | Comments Off on It just keeps getting BETTER

I had thought that, what with the anti-nausea drugs and all, I would not actually feel sicker as the pregnancy progressed, but apparently I’m just hopelessly naive, because for the past two days: siiiiiiiiiick. I know there’s some kind of stomach bug going around, so maybe that’s the culprit. Whatever it is, it doesn’t respond to my Zofran, which really seems unfair. So anyway – not really in the right frame of mind for lighthearted snarky posting. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.

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Feh.

Posted on January 30, 2009 | Comments Off on Feh.

I’m still #$*()#@$#&! sick. I no longer feel like death warmed over and I’ve been able to sleep a little the last two nights, but I’m sure as hell not healthy. Twice today I had a coughing fit so hard that I puked. Fun times. I’ve also had four, count ’em, FOUR doctor’s appointments this week, because the fetus hasn’t been cooperating properly with the damn monitoring. Nothing to worry about, she’s totally fine, I just have to keep going in. It’s a pain in the goddamn ass.

The Hatchling is doing better but her sleep schedule is all fubar, a usual side-effect of illness with a toddler. Today, for example, she did not take a nap. Under normal circumstances this would have pushed me right over the edge, but my resistance has been so weakened that I’ve moved beyond aggravation to resignation. We played with her new legos and I gave her a pedicure.

Hope your week has been less diseased than ours. Anyone know any non-medicinal methods for mucous eradication?

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My weekend is full of ARRRGH

Posted on January 26, 2009 | Comments Off on My weekend is full of ARRRGH

The Hatchling and I both have horrible colds. The Hatchling came down with hers last Sunday, and I started feeling bluggy on Thursday night, and we’re both in pretty pitiful shape. A lot of hacking, wheezing, endless blowing of noses – you get the picture. But here’s what sucks extra about having a cold in the third trimester: THERE IS NO WAY TO SLEEP. If I lie down in a way that’s comfortable for being a junior whale, I can’t breathe. If I lie down in a way that I can breathe, my back hurts so much that it wakes me up. If I go semi-recumbent with a ton of pillows, I can breathe and my back is OK, but I get raging heartburn. I CANNOT WIN. I got up at 4 am this morning because I just could not take it, so I was exhausted and cranky all day, which is just delightful for everyone, especially the equally sick and cranky toddler in my care. And then there’s the thing where I’m pumping all the fluids I can get into my system, which when combined with my increasingly tiny bladder basically means that I’m either actually peeing or feeling like I need to pee all. The. Time. Who the hell is in charge of this stuff? Why do they hate me? When will I get a sense of perspective and quit whining about the small stuff? Only time will tell.

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Will blog for beach house

Posted on January 16, 2009 | Comments Off on Will blog for beach house

What’s that you say? It’s Friday and where the heck have I been all week? FREEZING MY ASS OFF, that’s where. Jesus tap-dancing Christ, it’s been cold this week. Like, cold enough to kill you in a matter of minutes. Or, if you’re me, cold enough to make you want to kill someone. Every year there are one or two weeks like this in winter, weeks where it’s so cold you start to think longingly of those days when it was a balmy 25 degrees. I *always* hate these weeks, but this year my hatred is particularly deep and abiding. Maybe it’s the pregnancy, maybe it’s trying to get not only myself but also my cold-hating toddler sufficiently bundled up before walking the fifty feet to the car (and let me just be up front: when it’s -20 degrees outside, NO amount of bundling is sufficient), maybe it’s the anticipatory dread of having to do this next winter with TWO kids … I don’t know exactly, but I am just DONE with this cold crap. Human beings are not meant to live in this climate! I think this must be added to my REJECT list for the year. Cold: I reject it.

In other news, drink some coffee, already.

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Not so much with the Merry and Bright

Posted on December 25, 2008 | Comments Off on Not so much with the Merry and Bright

The funeral is Friday, so I’ll be flying south tomorrow afternoon, returning Sunday evening. We’ve done some abbreviated Christmas celebrating, with plans to do the rest once everyone is back in town in the New Year. Right now I’m mostly just glad that the Hatchling is so little that she doesn’t really know the difference; she’s just excited to be getting awesome toys and eating so many cookies.

Anyway: posting will be minimal or naught for a bit. Hope you’re all having festive, relaxing, holidays, through which I can live vicariously.

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… and then my Grandma died.

Posted on December 23, 2008 | Comments Off on … and then my Grandma died.

For one reason or another, this has felt like a particularly stressful Christmas. I really have been trying to cut back on plans and obligations, but this pregnancy is cutting back even further on my ability to cope, so there have been numerous breakdowns this week, and they haven’t all been the Hatchling’s, if you know what I’m saying. All I want to do is sit in front of the fire and knit or read, but instead I feel obligated (by whom? No one knows!) to finish the baking, or make yet another run to Target, or do some other damn holiday-related project which only has the effect of making me more Scrooge, less Cratchit. Or something.

So anyway, given the general tenor of this year’s pre-Christmas season, it should surprise nobody that Fate has seen fit to have my Grandmother, the one who’s been slowly losing her marbles since July, die today. About 20 minutes ago, actually. She’d been hospitalized earlier this week with kidney failure and pneumonia and a host of other ills, so we knew it was only a matter of time. And I’m happy she’s gone, because she hasn’t really been alive since the summer and it was past time for her to go. But I’m also really, really sad, because she was the grandparent I was closest to and I’ll miss her so much and I wish with all my heart that my two girls could have known her. Stupid death. And stupid timing, because now of course the holiday plans are all thrown into chaos; my parents are going down south today or tomorrow and as soon as we know the funeral plans I’ll be heading down, too. If I were a more Zen person I could probably come up with something vaguely heartwarming about how it really puts everything into perspective, and how I won’t be stressing over the little things anymore but just enjoying my time with family. But I am, sadly, not in a Zen frame of mind, and stress is my major talent, so, you know. I’ll still be stressing. And sad.

Hint to Fate: now would be a REALLY good time for me to win the lottery. I’m just sayin’.

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