So I'm at a meeting today and one of the presenters walks in with her baby and a few people down from me is a pregnant chick. Looking at this sentence, I realize most people would be like, so? But for someone who wants a baby so badly, it hit me in the gut. Then the pregnant chick says her boy name is.....wait for it.....Dawson. WTF?!?! What happened to normal names like Ryan, Joe, Daniel, Matthew, Mark, Luke, John. Ok slipping into disciple mode, but still they are good names. Oh and a guy I work with who has an 8 month old baby just found out his wife is pregnant with #2. Great.
So seriously, the bad names are everywhere. Another friend is having a boy and is going to name him Carver. Again, WTF?!?!?! Why are we making up names? I know there are some other ones out there, they are just not coming to me.
So the sickies are going around. Paige had a bad cold all weekend, Sunday night into Monday I started having bad chills, then woke up extremely achy and weak. So I stayed home all day Monday from work. I kept Paige home with me Monday morning, but sent her to school that afternoon. She seemed to be doing better, but then her teacher told me she was really tired all afternoon. UGH, I can't win. She didn't seem sick enough to stay home from school. A bunch of kids at the sitter's are dropping like flies too, and when I picked Paige up this afternoon her boyfriend (they've lived together for like 10 years and have a kid, I have no idea why they aren't married) told me Sandi started puking around 3pm. She's closed tomorrow. I'm so busy at work and I really needed to go in tomorrow. I'm definitely working Friday to make up for being out on Monday. I'm thinking about going in to work while Paige is at school in the afternoon, and then going back in at night when Mike is home. UGH.
Man I am so boring. I seriously cannot believe I just blogged this stuff-boring.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
25 Things About Me
So there's this thing going around my FB friends where you are supposed to write a list of 25 random things about yourself. Well, I'm FB impaired and can't figure out how to post it there, so here ya go.
1. I like to think I'm self sufficient and independent, but I need Mike. I love that man so much and would be lost without him.
2. I love Paige so much it hurts. Now I know how much my mom loves me.
3. I want to get pregnant so bad it hurts.
4. I think of my life as before October 18, 2007 and after that date. It's the date my dad was found not guilty.
5. I don't think I'll ever forget hearing "not guilty" and literally falling to my knees.
6. I'm a very aggressive driver, except when Paige is in the car.
7. I have never had a speeding ticket.
8. I'm extremely judgemental and opinionated.
9. I love to read.
10. It drives me crazy when parents turn their babies forward facing on their 1st birthday. Keep them rear facing until 2 years old!!!!
11. I hate hot weather.
12. I don't mind snow and winter.
13. I'm insanely proud and jealous of my sister at the same time. Parenting comes so naturally to her.
14. I had horrible PPD after I had Paige, and cried all time time until my zoloft kicked in. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. I still can't look at her newborn pictures without getting a sick feeling in my stomach remembering how miserable I was.
15. I over-shop and over-eat to deal with stress. I gained a lot of weight and put us in credit card debt before my dad's trial.
16. I can sew pajama's and dresses for Paige. I wish I had the patience to learn more.
17. I yell too much at Paige.
18. SAHMs really bug the shit out of me with some of their comments "oh I could never put my kid in daycare, i'm so glad my husband has to go out in this weather and not me, i'm so lucky my husband works so hard to support me SAH." Shut the fuck up. Seriously.
19. I work with complete retards.
20. We took in a stray cat last month and he's awesome.
21. I would not be a good SAHM.
22. I LOVE my laptop.
23. I live in a small house (1040 sq. feet) and like it. It's less to clean.
24. My friends rock.
25. My family rocks and I love them.
1. I like to think I'm self sufficient and independent, but I need Mike. I love that man so much and would be lost without him.
2. I love Paige so much it hurts. Now I know how much my mom loves me.
3. I want to get pregnant so bad it hurts.
4. I think of my life as before October 18, 2007 and after that date. It's the date my dad was found not guilty.
5. I don't think I'll ever forget hearing "not guilty" and literally falling to my knees.
6. I'm a very aggressive driver, except when Paige is in the car.
7. I have never had a speeding ticket.
8. I'm extremely judgemental and opinionated.
9. I love to read.
10. It drives me crazy when parents turn their babies forward facing on their 1st birthday. Keep them rear facing until 2 years old!!!!
11. I hate hot weather.
12. I don't mind snow and winter.
13. I'm insanely proud and jealous of my sister at the same time. Parenting comes so naturally to her.
14. I had horrible PPD after I had Paige, and cried all time time until my zoloft kicked in. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. I still can't look at her newborn pictures without getting a sick feeling in my stomach remembering how miserable I was.
15. I over-shop and over-eat to deal with stress. I gained a lot of weight and put us in credit card debt before my dad's trial.
16. I can sew pajama's and dresses for Paige. I wish I had the patience to learn more.
17. I yell too much at Paige.
18. SAHMs really bug the shit out of me with some of their comments "oh I could never put my kid in daycare, i'm so glad my husband has to go out in this weather and not me, i'm so lucky my husband works so hard to support me SAH." Shut the fuck up. Seriously.
19. I work with complete retards.
20. We took in a stray cat last month and he's awesome.
21. I would not be a good SAHM.
22. I LOVE my laptop.
23. I live in a small house (1040 sq. feet) and like it. It's less to clean.
24. My friends rock.
25. My family rocks and I love them.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Single Moms
Not to be confused with my current favorite song Single Ladies, I'm talkin single moms. Mike is out of town for the weekend, he left last night leaving me and the kid to not drive each other nuts. School was called off today which kind of stressed me out. Last night they were going to have a 2 hour delay which wouldn't have affected Paige's school at all, but this AM, it was closed. Seriously, they could have stuck with the 2 hour delay. Whatever. We had our moments today, but thank God for webkinz and the Wii. Actually, most of our moments came during Wii play. She gets frustrated so easily just like me, so it was so hard to stay calm with her while she was getting so mad. So really thank God for webkinz.
Tomorrow Ding Dong Dog starts doggy school-Saturday morning dog obidience classes for 8 weeks. She is a sweetie, but really needs some training. I'm dropping Paige off at a friend's house who has a daughter a year older than her, and they play together beautifully. I saw on the news tonight that we are supposed to get 4-7 inches of snow tomorrow so I'm sure we'll venture out to play in the white stuff tomorrow. Paige LOVES it.
Sunday we are going to Badger Bouncers and Luigi's with some other friends of ours. Aren't we just the social butterflies?
So after talking to the nurse on Wednesday, I started spotting so I knew my period was on it's way. Sure enough, it hit this morning packing a punch. I think super miserable periods are a side effect of Clomid. TMI alert-I'm going through tampons like crazy and ibuprofen like it's candy. Basically the ibuprofen is taking the edge off my cramps, but not getting rid of them completely. Good times. So since my progesterone was in the range the doctor likes, he's keeping me at 100 mg of Clomid. When Mike gets back on Sunday, I'm going to have him call the Aurora lab to get tested. The thought of it kind of skeeves me out, but whatever. I've had enough blood draws and crotch exams, I think he can do this.
Had a bowling excursion with my mom's group this week for a mom's night out. WHAT A BLAST!!!!! I think I bowled a 40 the first game, but rebounded and scored an 80 the next one. WHO HOO!
Off to hit the hay.
Tomorrow Ding Dong Dog starts doggy school-Saturday morning dog obidience classes for 8 weeks. She is a sweetie, but really needs some training. I'm dropping Paige off at a friend's house who has a daughter a year older than her, and they play together beautifully. I saw on the news tonight that we are supposed to get 4-7 inches of snow tomorrow so I'm sure we'll venture out to play in the white stuff tomorrow. Paige LOVES it.
Sunday we are going to Badger Bouncers and Luigi's with some other friends of ours. Aren't we just the social butterflies?
So after talking to the nurse on Wednesday, I started spotting so I knew my period was on it's way. Sure enough, it hit this morning packing a punch. I think super miserable periods are a side effect of Clomid. TMI alert-I'm going through tampons like crazy and ibuprofen like it's candy. Basically the ibuprofen is taking the edge off my cramps, but not getting rid of them completely. Good times. So since my progesterone was in the range the doctor likes, he's keeping me at 100 mg of Clomid. When Mike gets back on Sunday, I'm going to have him call the Aurora lab to get tested. The thought of it kind of skeeves me out, but whatever. I've had enough blood draws and crotch exams, I think he can do this.
Had a bowling excursion with my mom's group this week for a mom's night out. WHAT A BLAST!!!!! I think I bowled a 40 the first game, but rebounded and scored an 80 the next one. WHO HOO!
Off to hit the hay.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
My Confusing Body
So my blood pregnancy test was negative. I was so upset yesterday. It was rough. Today is day 32 of my cycle and I still haven't gotten my period.
I just got done talking to the nurse at Dr. Gibson’s office and the plan now is to have me take progesterone pills daily until I get my period. It’s a 10 day prescription so if I still don’t have my period after the 10 days, I go in for another pregnancy test. This same thing actually happened to his nurse, she took the 10 days of pills, no period, went in for another pregnancy test and she was pregnant! Her son is totally fine and she said if I am pregnant the progesterone pills won’t hurt the baby. If I do get my period, I’ll do an increased dose of Clomid, probably 150 mg. The nurse will write the order to have Mike tested at their lab. He’s totally on board with it. The only thing that stinks is that their lab is only open M-F 8-4:30p. That so does not work with his work schedule. Hopefully we can make special arrangements or he can go into work late one day. His work is so inflexible, but we’ll just have to make it work.
A coworker announced the other day that she is pregnant and due in June. I've already had to slam my door shut so I don't have to hear everyone congratulate her. Just an FYI and this will sound harsh, but get over it. If you announce you're pregnant and I'm not, I will not be happy for you. Deal with it. With that said, here's a few more do's and dont's:
DO NOT tell me to just relax and it will happen. Gee, really?
DO NOT tell me you are pregnant. See above.
DO NOT tell me to consider adoption. I've carried my own baby and I want to do it again.
DO NOT tell me I have one beautiful child and should be happy that I have her. Yeah I know, but I want to make her a big sister.
DO NOT tell me how you can just look at your husband and get pregnant.
DO NOT find out the gender of your baby and tell me you are disapointed with the gender.
DO tell me that you are thinking of me and praying for me.
DO just be there to listen and let me vent.
DO stop reading this blog if you are sick of hearing me vent about not being able to get pregnant. It will likely be a main topic of discussion for a while.
Public Service Announcement over. Thank you.
I just got done talking to the nurse at Dr. Gibson’s office and the plan now is to have me take progesterone pills daily until I get my period. It’s a 10 day prescription so if I still don’t have my period after the 10 days, I go in for another pregnancy test. This same thing actually happened to his nurse, she took the 10 days of pills, no period, went in for another pregnancy test and she was pregnant! Her son is totally fine and she said if I am pregnant the progesterone pills won’t hurt the baby. If I do get my period, I’ll do an increased dose of Clomid, probably 150 mg. The nurse will write the order to have Mike tested at their lab. He’s totally on board with it. The only thing that stinks is that their lab is only open M-F 8-4:30p. That so does not work with his work schedule. Hopefully we can make special arrangements or he can go into work late one day. His work is so inflexible, but we’ll just have to make it work.
A coworker announced the other day that she is pregnant and due in June. I've already had to slam my door shut so I don't have to hear everyone congratulate her. Just an FYI and this will sound harsh, but get over it. If you announce you're pregnant and I'm not, I will not be happy for you. Deal with it. With that said, here's a few more do's and dont's:
DO NOT tell me to just relax and it will happen. Gee, really?
DO NOT tell me you are pregnant. See above.
DO NOT tell me to consider adoption. I've carried my own baby and I want to do it again.
DO NOT tell me I have one beautiful child and should be happy that I have her. Yeah I know, but I want to make her a big sister.
DO NOT tell me how you can just look at your husband and get pregnant.
DO NOT find out the gender of your baby and tell me you are disapointed with the gender.
DO tell me that you are thinking of me and praying for me.
DO just be there to listen and let me vent.
DO stop reading this blog if you are sick of hearing me vent about not being able to get pregnant. It will likely be a main topic of discussion for a while.
Public Service Announcement over. Thank you.
Monday, January 12, 2009
10 Things About My Day
Short and sweet, folks.
1. I got to work on time today! Whoo hoooo!!!! I figured since I have to get to the sitter's by 4:30, I better get to work by 8am so I can get my full day in.
2. I ordered a Wii! Whooo hoooo again! They have been damn near impossible to get a hold of and I was so jazzed to finally find one. It should be here between Friday and next Wednesday.
3. I still haven't gotten my period and did not take a pregnancy test today. I'm going to Aurora tomorrow for a blood test. I'm on day 30 of my cycle and they are usually 25-27 days.
4. A coworker announced she's pregnant at a staff meeting and I couldn't bring myself to congratulate her.
5. Paige picked pizza for supper (her reward for getting 5 stickers on her eating sticker chart) and I didn't feel like a frozen pizza so I asked Mike to pick up a Papa Murphy's on his way home. I ate three pieces and way too many of the cheese fries.
6. I just got done doing 30 minutes of Turbo Jam. Fun fun!
7. I just threw laundry in the dryer and I bet I won't fold it for days, and then won't put it away for a few more days after that.
8. My boss told us today that our agency has to cut $400,000 from our 2010 budget. I'm wondering how they are going to do that without cutting positions.
9. I wrote a kick ass email to the managing editor of our gay little newspaper who called the tobacco compliance checks I coordinate a "sting" operation.
10. We decided to keep Paige at her current sitter's until this summer when we'll put her in the daycare center. Since she's in school now it doesn't make much sense to put her in a preschool like setting in the morning and then school in the afternoon.
1. I got to work on time today! Whoo hoooo!!!! I figured since I have to get to the sitter's by 4:30, I better get to work by 8am so I can get my full day in.
2. I ordered a Wii! Whooo hoooo again! They have been damn near impossible to get a hold of and I was so jazzed to finally find one. It should be here between Friday and next Wednesday.
3. I still haven't gotten my period and did not take a pregnancy test today. I'm going to Aurora tomorrow for a blood test. I'm on day 30 of my cycle and they are usually 25-27 days.
4. A coworker announced she's pregnant at a staff meeting and I couldn't bring myself to congratulate her.
5. Paige picked pizza for supper (her reward for getting 5 stickers on her eating sticker chart) and I didn't feel like a frozen pizza so I asked Mike to pick up a Papa Murphy's on his way home. I ate three pieces and way too many of the cheese fries.
6. I just got done doing 30 minutes of Turbo Jam. Fun fun!
7. I just threw laundry in the dryer and I bet I won't fold it for days, and then won't put it away for a few more days after that.
8. My boss told us today that our agency has to cut $400,000 from our 2010 budget. I'm wondering how they are going to do that without cutting positions.
9. I wrote a kick ass email to the managing editor of our gay little newspaper who called the tobacco compliance checks I coordinate a "sting" operation.
10. We decided to keep Paige at her current sitter's until this summer when we'll put her in the daycare center. Since she's in school now it doesn't make much sense to put her in a preschool like setting in the morning and then school in the afternoon.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
The Tree Is Down
Our tree has been up since Thanksgiving weekend and the time has come to take it down. Neither one of us has watered it for probably two weeks, so you can imagine the mess it made. Since there were pine needles EVERYWHERE, we decided to move all of the furniture and vacuum the living room really well. We attempted to rearrange the living room for the 50th time since we've lived in this house and decided after almost an hour that it just won't work. We have a small room and this huge ass recliner that I just about live in. If we didn't have it, we could rearrange, but I'm not willing to part with this chair. It rocks my world. So my living room doesn't feel so gross. There are no piles of dog hair in the corners. It's a nice way to live. It will probably only last a day.
The kitchen and bathroom on the other hand....GRRROOOOOSSS. I'm taking a break, then am going to vacuum the kitchen. There's random crap all over my house too which is annoying me.
I've gotten 2 negative pregnancy tests, am on day 29 of my cycle and no sign of my period in sight. SO ANNOYING!!!!! My last cycle was 27 or 28 days, so I'm officially late. I didn't take a test today. My cycles have been 25-27 days pre-clomid. I have had heartburn up the ying-yang and my appetite completely disappears when we sit down to eat supper. The other night Hu Hot sounded terrible. WTF?!?!?!?!
I'm still in my pajama's. I have to shower and get ready to go to GB to shop for Dylan's baptism gift for TOMORROW. I also have a shitpile of stuff to return at the mall and Target. We need to start saving money and I have been shopping way too much lately. Well, I always shop way too much.
We're putting the kid in a different daycare. Her sitter sent home a note this week saying that as of the new year she was closing at 4:30pm, except for Wednesdays when she closes at 4pm. So I have to leave work a half hour early every Wednesday to go get her. The closing at 4:30pm just will not work for us. She's also taking a bunch of days off in the summer which means either I take those days off too or make arrangements for Paige. That wouldn't be too hard since someone from my family could watch her. But, still a pain in the ass. I think she's getting burnt out and only wants teacher's kids. She's good with the babies up to about age 2, but then expects the big kids to entertain themselves. I had considered sending Paige to the daycare center in town this summer because she could get bored at the sitter's. We toured the center yesterday and it's really nice. It's extremely secure and the staff was all very nice. This summer Paige will be in the school age room and they go on field trips every other week in the summer. They go to the county fair, mini golfing, bowling, rollerskating, and to the children's musuem in Appleton. Of course this all comes at additional cost. During the school year, it will be $40 more a week and in the summer $65 more a week. We can afford it, but it will be slightly painful. We'll have to cut back on stuff. Hence, the return crap at the mall mission and quit shopping like crazy.
Mike is on a Wii mission. He has walmart.com up on the computer at all times and keeps refreshing it every couple of minutes. They come in stock on the walmart website every couple of hours, but sell out within 5 minutes. Literally.
OK off to shower and go be productive.
The kitchen and bathroom on the other hand....GRRROOOOOSSS. I'm taking a break, then am going to vacuum the kitchen. There's random crap all over my house too which is annoying me.
I've gotten 2 negative pregnancy tests, am on day 29 of my cycle and no sign of my period in sight. SO ANNOYING!!!!! My last cycle was 27 or 28 days, so I'm officially late. I didn't take a test today. My cycles have been 25-27 days pre-clomid. I have had heartburn up the ying-yang and my appetite completely disappears when we sit down to eat supper. The other night Hu Hot sounded terrible. WTF?!?!?!?!
I'm still in my pajama's. I have to shower and get ready to go to GB to shop for Dylan's baptism gift for TOMORROW. I also have a shitpile of stuff to return at the mall and Target. We need to start saving money and I have been shopping way too much lately. Well, I always shop way too much.
We're putting the kid in a different daycare. Her sitter sent home a note this week saying that as of the new year she was closing at 4:30pm, except for Wednesdays when she closes at 4pm. So I have to leave work a half hour early every Wednesday to go get her. The closing at 4:30pm just will not work for us. She's also taking a bunch of days off in the summer which means either I take those days off too or make arrangements for Paige. That wouldn't be too hard since someone from my family could watch her. But, still a pain in the ass. I think she's getting burnt out and only wants teacher's kids. She's good with the babies up to about age 2, but then expects the big kids to entertain themselves. I had considered sending Paige to the daycare center in town this summer because she could get bored at the sitter's. We toured the center yesterday and it's really nice. It's extremely secure and the staff was all very nice. This summer Paige will be in the school age room and they go on field trips every other week in the summer. They go to the county fair, mini golfing, bowling, rollerskating, and to the children's musuem in Appleton. Of course this all comes at additional cost. During the school year, it will be $40 more a week and in the summer $65 more a week. We can afford it, but it will be slightly painful. We'll have to cut back on stuff. Hence, the return crap at the mall mission and quit shopping like crazy.
Mike is on a Wii mission. He has walmart.com up on the computer at all times and keeps refreshing it every couple of minutes. They come in stock on the walmart website every couple of hours, but sell out within 5 minutes. Literally.
OK off to shower and go be productive.
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Where Are Thou Wii?
So my in laws have a Wii and we became addicted to it. We kicked around getting one because the in laws gave us $150. Well this weekend my parents gave us $100 and my grandma gave us $50 so that sealed the deal. We have enough to get the Wii and Wii play. Well apparently everyone else in the world decided to get one too because we can't find one ANYWHERE!!!!! Sunday we stopped at the DePere walmart, they were out and claimed the west side and east side walmarts were also out too. We called the Suamico and Bay Park Square shopkos, target, and best buy. No dice. I even called the Pamida in Oconto and they are out too! Mike's route is in Sheboygan and he was quite confident he could get one at the north side walmart there. Walmarts are EVERYWHERE!!!! Again, no dice. I'm kicking myself because last night on gamestop.com you could pre order one and it would be shipped on January 14th. They wouldn't charge you until it shipped and I had a free shipping code. WHY DIDN'T I ORDER FROM THERE?!?!!? They are gone now. And being the stubborn folk we are, we refuse to buy one on ebay or amazon for $50 more when we can get it in store for the regular price. I'm really irritated with the in laws because while the $150 was nice, they gave it to us in American Express gift cards that we can only use in a store. You can't use them online. What a PITA. Just write us a check. I'm being impatient. I know we'll get one eventually, I just want it NOW.
I'm home with the kid right now because she puked at school. I figured she'd lay low all afternoon, but again, no dice. She watched a movie, but keeps begging me for food. I've been really hesitant to give her too much because I don't want it coming back up. So far she's eaten 3 pieces of toast and some pretzels. She is basically back to her normal, annoying self. We just got done playing checkers and it was slightly nightmarish. She keeps asking when Mike will get home. Um, WTF?!?! Am I not good enough?
Hey M, you asked if Paige has gotten a basketball in her hands. Of course!!!! Her mom is a bball fanatic and her grandpa and auntie are former coaches. My dad got her a basketball for Christmas, and here's a video Mike took during the Janssen (my maiden name) Coaching Clinic in my parent's basement.
Babymaking update: My progesterone is in the normal range! YAHOO!!!! It's supposed to be between 15-20 and mine was 17. I'm so excited! I'm testing this Friday if I can hold out that long. I have those digital tests. I'm not feeling my normal about to get my period symptoms. I can't sleep worth a damn right now and am tired as all hell. Normally my head hits the pillow and I'm comatose until my alarm goes off. Also I have killer heartburn at night. So I'm hopeful.
I am so busy at work, and having to take off this afternoon did not help. I really don't want to go in on Friday afternoon because I need to go shopping for a baptism gift for Dylan. His baptism is this Sunday. I also don't really want to go into work on a Saturday, but we'll see how much I can get done tomorrow and Thursday.
I'm home with the kid right now because she puked at school. I figured she'd lay low all afternoon, but again, no dice. She watched a movie, but keeps begging me for food. I've been really hesitant to give her too much because I don't want it coming back up. So far she's eaten 3 pieces of toast and some pretzels. She is basically back to her normal, annoying self. We just got done playing checkers and it was slightly nightmarish. She keeps asking when Mike will get home. Um, WTF?!?! Am I not good enough?
Hey M, you asked if Paige has gotten a basketball in her hands. Of course!!!! Her mom is a bball fanatic and her grandpa and auntie are former coaches. My dad got her a basketball for Christmas, and here's a video Mike took during the Janssen (my maiden name) Coaching Clinic in my parent's basement.
Babymaking update: My progesterone is in the normal range! YAHOO!!!! It's supposed to be between 15-20 and mine was 17. I'm so excited! I'm testing this Friday if I can hold out that long. I have those digital tests. I'm not feeling my normal about to get my period symptoms. I can't sleep worth a damn right now and am tired as all hell. Normally my head hits the pillow and I'm comatose until my alarm goes off. Also I have killer heartburn at night. So I'm hopeful.
I am so busy at work, and having to take off this afternoon did not help. I really don't want to go in on Friday afternoon because I need to go shopping for a baptism gift for Dylan. His baptism is this Sunday. I also don't really want to go into work on a Saturday, but we'll see how much I can get done tomorrow and Thursday.
Friday, January 02, 2009
Large
I seriously cannot believe I'm buying Paige clothes that are a girl's size large to wear next year! I like to hit end of the season clearance sales to buy for next year and I have been lucky that I've been getting her size right. I was kind of freaked out last January when I was buying medium tops (size 7/8) and size 6 pants at Children's Place for her to wear this year....THEY FIT! She's 4. She typically goes up a size every season, but I'm figuring she has to slow down at some point. So I bought some large tops (10/12) and size 8 pants online at TCP. I'm very interested to see what they look like when they get here. Today I bought her some jammies for next winter and also got them in a large because right now she's wearing a medium in Carter's pj's. WTF?!?!?! It's really bizarre buying clothes made to fit an 8-10 year old for kid to wear when they are 5.
Babymaking update: I may have mentioned in my last post that I was ovulating at the in laws. Good times. So being the discreet adults we are, the hubby and I managed to sneak in 2 nights of good, quiet babymaking. One night we ended up on the floor. How romantic are we?!?!? Today I went in for my 7 day post ovulation progesterone test. I'm usually a big weenie about getting blood drawn but this wasn't so bad. I'm starting to get annoyed though at the fact that every time I go to the Aurora lab, there is a pregnant woman there for her glucose test. Today I overheard the b/day of the preggo there and she was born in 1988. Again WTF?!?! So not fair. I'm feeling really bloated and slightly crampy the past few days so I'm getting my hopes up that that little embryo is implanting in my nice cozy uterus. I'll know in a week.
Our week of mother daughter togetherness drew to a close today. Thank god. We visited a friend and her kids today, one is the same age as Paige and they ride the bus to school every day. Paige was a huge pita and would not get off my lap. I was SO ANNOYED!!! She has actually been a huge pita all day today. I'm so sick of the talking back.
Tomorrow is our family Christmas at my mom and dad's. I'm really excited!
Babymaking update: I may have mentioned in my last post that I was ovulating at the in laws. Good times. So being the discreet adults we are, the hubby and I managed to sneak in 2 nights of good, quiet babymaking. One night we ended up on the floor. How romantic are we?!?!? Today I went in for my 7 day post ovulation progesterone test. I'm usually a big weenie about getting blood drawn but this wasn't so bad. I'm starting to get annoyed though at the fact that every time I go to the Aurora lab, there is a pregnant woman there for her glucose test. Today I overheard the b/day of the preggo there and she was born in 1988. Again WTF?!?! So not fair. I'm feeling really bloated and slightly crampy the past few days so I'm getting my hopes up that that little embryo is implanting in my nice cozy uterus. I'll know in a week.
Our week of mother daughter togetherness drew to a close today. Thank god. We visited a friend and her kids today, one is the same age as Paige and they ride the bus to school every day. Paige was a huge pita and would not get off my lap. I was SO ANNOYED!!! She has actually been a huge pita all day today. I'm so sick of the talking back.
Tomorrow is our family Christmas at my mom and dad's. I'm really excited!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Good Bye 2008
Here we are on New Year's Eve, 2008. I'm sitting here with the laptop, Mike is making venison jerky and we're watching ESPN. PARTY ON!!! We've never been big partiers on New Year's Eve (or ever), and ever since we had Paige, we've gotten even more boring. It's really just another night.
So Christmas kind of sucked. Paige and I had a pretty decent Christmas Eve, we made cookies and brought them over to the neighbor's. I made a really good lasagna for supper that night and Paige opened a few presents. She woke us up at 6 am on Christmas morning and I was just about dead when she woke us up. I actually told her to go back to bed, but of course that was unrealistic. She opened up more presents and we went to church. Came home, lounged for a while, then packed up and headed to my in laws near Hayward. Mike's stepdad was half in the bag, as usual, and his mom was at work. They didn't have a Christmas tree up. Good times. We went up to Hayward on Friday to spend the day with Mike's dad and stepmom. We actually had a pretty decent time there. We spent all day Saturday at his mom and stepdad's house. UGH. We finally convinced her to get out her fake tree Saturday afternoon, after asking her several times and telling her we almost bought her a fake tree at Walmart so they'd put one up. Her response "Christmas is over." Nice. So Mike brought in her fake 3 foot tree and we spent all of 5 minutes pulling the branches down, putting up one string of lights and one of garland and the tree skirt. Why her and her useless lazy husband couldn't do that, I'm not sure. The stepdad pissed me off several times that day. The first time was when he was talking to his daughter Saturday afternoon and said how bored he was and on his third brandy already. So are we that terrible that you have to drink to get through our visit? The other time was when I put Paige in time out after listening to her sassy mouth all day. He actually sat there and motioned to her to come out of time out. Um, no. Do not undermine my discipline.
Paige slept like crap the whole time we were there. The first night Mike had to lay with her until she fell asleep, and the next 2 nights we let her watch her dvd player to fall asleep. We NEVER do that. She is such a good sleeper at home, and is usually falling asleep while we read to her. Saturday morning she was up at 5 am. Sunday morning was....interesting. She came in our room at 2 am and said she was up for the day. Again um, no. We sent her back to her room and told her to watch her dvd player. She came back in at 3:30 am and said she was up for the day. Oh no. Sent her back to her room and she came back in at 4am. Frustrated, Mike laid down with her. When I got up a few hours later, he said she never fell back asleep after 4am. She says she never fell back asleep after she came in our room at 2am and I believe her. She's usually pretty honest about that stuff. So we were understandably extremely crabby Sunday morning and started packing up our stuff to go. Mike's mom thought we were mad at her (well, I was) so Mike and her talked about the stuff that pissed us off this weekend. She said she'd talk to Dave about it, but he's such an asshole, he'll just blow it off. Luckily Paige slept the whole way home, so the trip home was pretty uneventful. I just about cried with relief when we walked in the door. It's so good to be home!!!
I have lost all respect for Mike's mom. I don't even refer to her as my mother in law. It's always Mike's mom. The way she left Mike's dad was so shady. She left with a note and had been cheating on him with her now husband for who knows how long. She went right from the house she shared with her husband of 30 years to her boyfriend's house. Her husband is such an idiot. As my dad, who doesn't talk badly about ANYONE said "boy he really knows everything about everything, huh?" He's is so arrogant and thinks he's this all knowing genius about every topic. He used to do business in GB and thinks that the Prime Quarter is the coolest place to eat. Yeah, it's not 1993. He claims that he used to see Packers there. If I'm going to pay for a restaurant meal, I'm damn sure not cooking it. I don't know of anyone that goes to Prime Quarter. We were telling them about Hu Hot and they totally ignored us. His mom had turned into a materialistic bitch and we honestly think they reason she fell for this guy is because he has a lot of money and a house on the lake. She had an Explorer but it wasn't good enough. She wanted an Expedition so she got one.
Whatever. Enough bitching.
Because I have bad timing, I was fertile while we were at the in laws. Great. And I have to take OPKs to determine when I ovulate so I can go in for 7 day post O progesterone test. So everytime I went to the bathroom I had to take this stupid little cup and dipstick in the bathroom. I cannot pee in a cup without peeing all over myself. What a pain. Of course I got a positive on Friday. So we managed to do it 2 out of the 3 nights we were there. Not fun. I'm not a quiet girl.
After day 3 of mother-daughter togetherness, Paige and I are both still alive and not in the loony bin. We had a nice lazy day at home on Monday. Yesterday we went to Badger Bouncers for 2.5 hours, best place EVER! It really wore her out. Today we were driving each other crazy, so we went to GB in the afternoon to run errands. Tomorrow Mike is home all day with us. Maybe we'll go tubing. Friday we are going to a friend's house in the morning. I have my progesterone test on Friday. Not sure if I'll go to the hospital in GB or to the clinic in Oconto.
The cat is still awesome. He's fattening up nicely and is starting to become more playful. He gained three pounds in 2 weeks! He could probably gain another 2-3 pounds.
I got new glasses and picked them up today. I really like them alot!
2008 was a good year. I hope 2009 is just as good, and brings us the baby we want so badly!
So Christmas kind of sucked. Paige and I had a pretty decent Christmas Eve, we made cookies and brought them over to the neighbor's. I made a really good lasagna for supper that night and Paige opened a few presents. She woke us up at 6 am on Christmas morning and I was just about dead when she woke us up. I actually told her to go back to bed, but of course that was unrealistic. She opened up more presents and we went to church. Came home, lounged for a while, then packed up and headed to my in laws near Hayward. Mike's stepdad was half in the bag, as usual, and his mom was at work. They didn't have a Christmas tree up. Good times. We went up to Hayward on Friday to spend the day with Mike's dad and stepmom. We actually had a pretty decent time there. We spent all day Saturday at his mom and stepdad's house. UGH. We finally convinced her to get out her fake tree Saturday afternoon, after asking her several times and telling her we almost bought her a fake tree at Walmart so they'd put one up. Her response "Christmas is over." Nice. So Mike brought in her fake 3 foot tree and we spent all of 5 minutes pulling the branches down, putting up one string of lights and one of garland and the tree skirt. Why her and her useless lazy husband couldn't do that, I'm not sure. The stepdad pissed me off several times that day. The first time was when he was talking to his daughter Saturday afternoon and said how bored he was and on his third brandy already. So are we that terrible that you have to drink to get through our visit? The other time was when I put Paige in time out after listening to her sassy mouth all day. He actually sat there and motioned to her to come out of time out. Um, no. Do not undermine my discipline.
Paige slept like crap the whole time we were there. The first night Mike had to lay with her until she fell asleep, and the next 2 nights we let her watch her dvd player to fall asleep. We NEVER do that. She is such a good sleeper at home, and is usually falling asleep while we read to her. Saturday morning she was up at 5 am. Sunday morning was....interesting. She came in our room at 2 am and said she was up for the day. Again um, no. We sent her back to her room and told her to watch her dvd player. She came back in at 3:30 am and said she was up for the day. Oh no. Sent her back to her room and she came back in at 4am. Frustrated, Mike laid down with her. When I got up a few hours later, he said she never fell back asleep after 4am. She says she never fell back asleep after she came in our room at 2am and I believe her. She's usually pretty honest about that stuff. So we were understandably extremely crabby Sunday morning and started packing up our stuff to go. Mike's mom thought we were mad at her (well, I was) so Mike and her talked about the stuff that pissed us off this weekend. She said she'd talk to Dave about it, but he's such an asshole, he'll just blow it off. Luckily Paige slept the whole way home, so the trip home was pretty uneventful. I just about cried with relief when we walked in the door. It's so good to be home!!!
I have lost all respect for Mike's mom. I don't even refer to her as my mother in law. It's always Mike's mom. The way she left Mike's dad was so shady. She left with a note and had been cheating on him with her now husband for who knows how long. She went right from the house she shared with her husband of 30 years to her boyfriend's house. Her husband is such an idiot. As my dad, who doesn't talk badly about ANYONE said "boy he really knows everything about everything, huh?" He's is so arrogant and thinks he's this all knowing genius about every topic. He used to do business in GB and thinks that the Prime Quarter is the coolest place to eat. Yeah, it's not 1993. He claims that he used to see Packers there. If I'm going to pay for a restaurant meal, I'm damn sure not cooking it. I don't know of anyone that goes to Prime Quarter. We were telling them about Hu Hot and they totally ignored us. His mom had turned into a materialistic bitch and we honestly think they reason she fell for this guy is because he has a lot of money and a house on the lake. She had an Explorer but it wasn't good enough. She wanted an Expedition so she got one.
Whatever. Enough bitching.
Because I have bad timing, I was fertile while we were at the in laws. Great. And I have to take OPKs to determine when I ovulate so I can go in for 7 day post O progesterone test. So everytime I went to the bathroom I had to take this stupid little cup and dipstick in the bathroom. I cannot pee in a cup without peeing all over myself. What a pain. Of course I got a positive on Friday. So we managed to do it 2 out of the 3 nights we were there. Not fun. I'm not a quiet girl.
After day 3 of mother-daughter togetherness, Paige and I are both still alive and not in the loony bin. We had a nice lazy day at home on Monday. Yesterday we went to Badger Bouncers for 2.5 hours, best place EVER! It really wore her out. Today we were driving each other crazy, so we went to GB in the afternoon to run errands. Tomorrow Mike is home all day with us. Maybe we'll go tubing. Friday we are going to a friend's house in the morning. I have my progesterone test on Friday. Not sure if I'll go to the hospital in GB or to the clinic in Oconto.
The cat is still awesome. He's fattening up nicely and is starting to become more playful. He gained three pounds in 2 weeks! He could probably gain another 2-3 pounds.
I got new glasses and picked them up today. I really like them alot!
2008 was a good year. I hope 2009 is just as good, and brings us the baby we want so badly!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
T-Minus 30 Minutes
Until I'm outta here! I won't be coming back until January 5th, 2009. For some unknown reason I took vacation until after New Year's because Paige is off of school and I figured we could get in some quality time. I must have been having a sappy sentimental moment because I'm now wondering wtf was I thinking?!?!?! I'm going to have to line up a bunch of stuff to do to keep us occupied. So far, it's picking up my orthotic inserts on the morning of December 30th and then heading to a playdate with my mom's group at this bounce house place. After that....wide open. It could get ugly.
Not much new to report here. Just putzing along in our own weird world, to quote my friend Melissa. Hard to believe Christmas is only 2 days away.
I'm feeling a little....meloncholy I guess about Christmas. My whole life, we've always spent Christmas at my 2 grandparent's houses down by Milwaukee. They live about 10 minutes apart from each other. Christmas Eve has always been with my mom's side and Christmas Day with my dad's side. Every single year. Without fail. Last year Mike and I broke tradition. We went down there, but came back on Christmas Eve because we wanted to spend Christmas Day at our house. It became really important to us to spend Christmas Day at our house and have our own traditions. We caught a lot of hell for it, but it was worth it. This year, Mike has to work on Christmas Eve, so it will be just Paige and I tomorrow. Just another day. That kind of makes me sad because I almost enjoy Christmas Eve more than Christmas Day. On Christmas Day, she'll open her Santa presents, we'll go to church, and then sometime leave to go up north to Mike's family. It's a 5 hour drive and I'm just kind of bummed that we are travelling so far on Christmas Day. Part of me wanted to head to Milwaukee and spend time with my family, especially my sister and Dylan, but there will be lots of relatives visiting on both sides and basically no room for us to stay. The 3 of us staying home all weekend is not an option. We'll drive each other crazy. BTW, we love each other, this is just how it is. But I'm hoping we'll have a decent time up north. Of course, we have to divide our time equally and spend one day at his dad's house and one day with his mom. We're sleeping at his mom's because his dad has a dog and 100 cats (Ok, 4) which causes Duchess to act even more retarded than usual.
Next weekend, we are all gathering at my mom and dad's house to have our immediate family Christmas. That will be a lot of fun. We did it last year and am really looking forward to it.
Everyone around here is hustling and bustling about, cooking and getting ready to be with family on Christmas. Tomorrow, it's going to be just Paige and I. The day after, Mike, Paige and I. Why this bums me out, I'm not sure. I feel like I should cook a big meal at least one of those days, but it doesn't seem to make sense when it's just the three of us.
But life is good other than that. Max is still awesome. Duchess acts like we are ignoring her, but I think we're giving her more attention than normal-and she knows it.
Not much new to report here. Just putzing along in our own weird world, to quote my friend Melissa. Hard to believe Christmas is only 2 days away.
I'm feeling a little....meloncholy I guess about Christmas. My whole life, we've always spent Christmas at my 2 grandparent's houses down by Milwaukee. They live about 10 minutes apart from each other. Christmas Eve has always been with my mom's side and Christmas Day with my dad's side. Every single year. Without fail. Last year Mike and I broke tradition. We went down there, but came back on Christmas Eve because we wanted to spend Christmas Day at our house. It became really important to us to spend Christmas Day at our house and have our own traditions. We caught a lot of hell for it, but it was worth it. This year, Mike has to work on Christmas Eve, so it will be just Paige and I tomorrow. Just another day. That kind of makes me sad because I almost enjoy Christmas Eve more than Christmas Day. On Christmas Day, she'll open her Santa presents, we'll go to church, and then sometime leave to go up north to Mike's family. It's a 5 hour drive and I'm just kind of bummed that we are travelling so far on Christmas Day. Part of me wanted to head to Milwaukee and spend time with my family, especially my sister and Dylan, but there will be lots of relatives visiting on both sides and basically no room for us to stay. The 3 of us staying home all weekend is not an option. We'll drive each other crazy. BTW, we love each other, this is just how it is. But I'm hoping we'll have a decent time up north. Of course, we have to divide our time equally and spend one day at his dad's house and one day with his mom. We're sleeping at his mom's because his dad has a dog and 100 cats (Ok, 4) which causes Duchess to act even more retarded than usual.
Next weekend, we are all gathering at my mom and dad's house to have our immediate family Christmas. That will be a lot of fun. We did it last year and am really looking forward to it.
Everyone around here is hustling and bustling about, cooking and getting ready to be with family on Christmas. Tomorrow, it's going to be just Paige and I. The day after, Mike, Paige and I. Why this bums me out, I'm not sure. I feel like I should cook a big meal at least one of those days, but it doesn't seem to make sense when it's just the three of us.
But life is good other than that. Max is still awesome. Duchess acts like we are ignoring her, but I think we're giving her more attention than normal-and she knows it.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Maybe the Third Time Will be the Charm
So I visit podiatrist numero dos today. Not a fan. Maybe he was more competent than cigarette chain smoker non glove wearing podiatrist numero uno, but he was a huge jerk.
The exam room door was left wide open the whole time I was there! So everyone in that clinic in earshot knows I take lexapro and clomid. Great. So I'm the crazy babymaker. He comes in, looks at my bandaged right toe (under strict instructions from pod #1 to leave the recovering ingrown toenail removed bandaged), asks what's up with the bandage and when I tell him it was removed by pod #1, he flinches and sort of shook his head. Um, what? So he asks me how he removed it and I was like, I didn't really watch him stick a sharp metal thing under my toenail and remove it, thanks. I told him that I knew he killed the root so it wouldn't grow back. Of course in his infinate wisdom, that was not good enough. This guy was such an arrogant jerk.
So moving onto the PF. I tell him I was just diagnosed and want a more specific treatment plan. He pokes around on my heel, rushes through and explanation of what PF is, and continues to bash pod #1. This time it's because he only had the inserts custom made (and bashed the way he did that) and didn't give me anything to manage the pain. In pod #1's defense, I did think I may be preggo and told this to pod #2. He said there's other things he could have done like ultrasound therapy. Whatever. Then he tells me he took over for pod #1 while pod #1 was sick, when pod #1 came back, he took back all of his "good" (read non MA patients) and left pod #2 with what he felt were the shitty patients. OK, so don't play out your personal vendetta against the man to me, K? So he states that the inserts he gives out are the best and better than custom made ones. Fine. He slaps a pair in my shoes. Again, fine. Then he gives me a cortisone shot, sends me home with celebrex and tells me to come back next week. No information about stretching, icing, how often to change my shoes, etc. Not at all what I came in for, and told him that's what I wanted.
He was basically a moneymaker. He had patients crammed in back to back, and told me that he loved flip flops because it brought more business to him. When I check back in with the front desk, the lady tells me that they want people to pay up front for the inserts and it will be $28. What an effing scam. He put the inserts in my shoes and had me put my shoes on right away. So I couldn't return them. So I made the follow up appointment, but I think I'm going to cancel it. I got a couple of other docs names in Green Bay. One is so good he's backed up until March. One I left a message with in the middle of a workday and they never got back to me. Weird. One I could get in in January, and I haven't called the other one yet. I'm going to call the one back where I could get in in January and do a little begging and pleading to see if they can get me in soon.
I am seriously pissed that he gave me the cortisone shot. I did a little bit of research on the internet about cortisone shots and I'm a little worried. It made my foot hurt so bad, I had to ice it and take ibuprofen. It's better, but my foot feels like I got a tetanus shot. I guess it will feel better tomorrow, but the internet said to use this after other treatments haven't worked because of the side effects (like PAIN). He also sent me home with Celebrex which I've decided I'm not taking. I looked on the celebrex website and I don't like the risks associated with it. I'll take some ibuprofen or aleve to reduce the inflammation. I also have no idea what he's going to do next week.
I am just so mad about those stupid inserts. I hope they work. I felt like I was totally scammed. I've come to the conclusion that any doctor who specializes in feet is probably a little strange, but the 2 I have been to are just bad doctors.
The exam room door was left wide open the whole time I was there! So everyone in that clinic in earshot knows I take lexapro and clomid. Great. So I'm the crazy babymaker. He comes in, looks at my bandaged right toe (under strict instructions from pod #1 to leave the recovering ingrown toenail removed bandaged), asks what's up with the bandage and when I tell him it was removed by pod #1, he flinches and sort of shook his head. Um, what? So he asks me how he removed it and I was like, I didn't really watch him stick a sharp metal thing under my toenail and remove it, thanks. I told him that I knew he killed the root so it wouldn't grow back. Of course in his infinate wisdom, that was not good enough. This guy was such an arrogant jerk.
So moving onto the PF. I tell him I was just diagnosed and want a more specific treatment plan. He pokes around on my heel, rushes through and explanation of what PF is, and continues to bash pod #1. This time it's because he only had the inserts custom made (and bashed the way he did that) and didn't give me anything to manage the pain. In pod #1's defense, I did think I may be preggo and told this to pod #2. He said there's other things he could have done like ultrasound therapy. Whatever. Then he tells me he took over for pod #1 while pod #1 was sick, when pod #1 came back, he took back all of his "good" (read non MA patients) and left pod #2 with what he felt were the shitty patients. OK, so don't play out your personal vendetta against the man to me, K? So he states that the inserts he gives out are the best and better than custom made ones. Fine. He slaps a pair in my shoes. Again, fine. Then he gives me a cortisone shot, sends me home with celebrex and tells me to come back next week. No information about stretching, icing, how often to change my shoes, etc. Not at all what I came in for, and told him that's what I wanted.
He was basically a moneymaker. He had patients crammed in back to back, and told me that he loved flip flops because it brought more business to him. When I check back in with the front desk, the lady tells me that they want people to pay up front for the inserts and it will be $28. What an effing scam. He put the inserts in my shoes and had me put my shoes on right away. So I couldn't return them. So I made the follow up appointment, but I think I'm going to cancel it. I got a couple of other docs names in Green Bay. One is so good he's backed up until March. One I left a message with in the middle of a workday and they never got back to me. Weird. One I could get in in January, and I haven't called the other one yet. I'm going to call the one back where I could get in in January and do a little begging and pleading to see if they can get me in soon.
I am seriously pissed that he gave me the cortisone shot. I did a little bit of research on the internet about cortisone shots and I'm a little worried. It made my foot hurt so bad, I had to ice it and take ibuprofen. It's better, but my foot feels like I got a tetanus shot. I guess it will feel better tomorrow, but the internet said to use this after other treatments haven't worked because of the side effects (like PAIN). He also sent me home with Celebrex which I've decided I'm not taking. I looked on the celebrex website and I don't like the risks associated with it. I'll take some ibuprofen or aleve to reduce the inflammation. I also have no idea what he's going to do next week.
I am just so mad about those stupid inserts. I hope they work. I felt like I was totally scammed. I've come to the conclusion that any doctor who specializes in feet is probably a little strange, but the 2 I have been to are just bad doctors.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Feeling Blue
I don't know what's going on with me the past few days. I honestly feel like I need to increase my happy pill dosage. I don't want to be at work and am doing as much as I can to not be there-sleeping late, setting up dr. apts. this week (they are legit one eye apt. and one podiatrist apt.), coming home after a car seat apt. to make phone calls, etc. When I'm there, I do piddly putzy stuff or dink around on the internet. I'm keeping candy in one of my drawers and eating it constantly. Can we say emotional eating? I'm snapping at Mike and feel like the world's biggest bitch to him. In a nutshell, I just feel blue.
Tonight for example was extremely stressful. It was Paige's school Christmas play. It started at 6pm and we were told to get there 15 minutes early. So we pull in at 5:45pm and the parking lot is full. WTF?!?!? The school and church are connected and the play is going on in the church. We walk in to the church and it's packed. Again, WTF?!?!? Did a different note go out saying get there at 5:30 pm? Shit like that really stresses me out. So Mike goes to get us a seat and I take Paige back to her classroom to get her costume on. As we walk through the school, I see that pretty much every other kid is all dressed and ready to go. At this point, I'm feeling like the world's biggest loser. Also we pass a few parents and no one says hello. I'm feeling very left out and I hate that feeling. So I get Paige into her costume and walk back out by Mike. We were also asked to bring some snacks for a social afterwards and I'm still carrying these stupid treats I brought. Not one parent told me where to bring the food. It's our first year at this school and we have no idea what's going on. Finally we get back to our seats and I see some of the parents and siblings are all dressed up and everyone has these red programs. UGH! Why are we so retarded? We're wearing jeans and tennies. So I tell Mike I'm about ready to have a nervous breakdown for all of these reasons. He's so good. He tells me not to worry about it and stays by me for a few minutes. Then he gets up and asks someone where to take the treats and where to get the programs. He never once made fun of me or made me feel bad. That is why I love this man. He puts up with my weird neurotic shit. Once the play started, I finally relaxed. Paige did great, she remembered her line and sang all the words to the songs she was supposed to. She was so cute!
At the "social" we sat by some people to try to get to know them and they basically ignored us. It's so hard to break into this town. I guess we just have to give it time.
Tonight for example was extremely stressful. It was Paige's school Christmas play. It started at 6pm and we were told to get there 15 minutes early. So we pull in at 5:45pm and the parking lot is full. WTF?!?!? The school and church are connected and the play is going on in the church. We walk in to the church and it's packed. Again, WTF?!?!? Did a different note go out saying get there at 5:30 pm? Shit like that really stresses me out. So Mike goes to get us a seat and I take Paige back to her classroom to get her costume on. As we walk through the school, I see that pretty much every other kid is all dressed and ready to go. At this point, I'm feeling like the world's biggest loser. Also we pass a few parents and no one says hello. I'm feeling very left out and I hate that feeling. So I get Paige into her costume and walk back out by Mike. We were also asked to bring some snacks for a social afterwards and I'm still carrying these stupid treats I brought. Not one parent told me where to bring the food. It's our first year at this school and we have no idea what's going on. Finally we get back to our seats and I see some of the parents and siblings are all dressed up and everyone has these red programs. UGH! Why are we so retarded? We're wearing jeans and tennies. So I tell Mike I'm about ready to have a nervous breakdown for all of these reasons. He's so good. He tells me not to worry about it and stays by me for a few minutes. Then he gets up and asks someone where to take the treats and where to get the programs. He never once made fun of me or made me feel bad. That is why I love this man. He puts up with my weird neurotic shit. Once the play started, I finally relaxed. Paige did great, she remembered her line and sang all the words to the songs she was supposed to. She was so cute!
At the "social" we sat by some people to try to get to know them and they basically ignored us. It's so hard to break into this town. I guess we just have to give it time.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Max the Cat
So as I posted before, we took in a stray cat Tuesday night. I was told on Thursday that we couldn't surrender him to the Humane Society until we kept him for 8 days. Even on the way to the Humane Society, I was having second thoughts and called Mike to tell him this. He has since told me that after I told him I was having 2nd thoughts that he knew we were keeping the cat. I think I knew all along too, especially after I went to the store after the Humane Society and bought a scratching post, food and water bowl and toys. So I call the vet Thursday to make an appointment for Max and we got in the next day. I just wanted to get him checked out to see how old he was and if he was healthy. We didn't want to keep a 12 year old sickly cat who could go in a month after we all got attached.
So the vet tells us he's a nuetered male. WTF???!!?!?! And also that he's about 4 years old. He only weighs 8 pounds and should probably weigh at least 12. He's got a long body so when he fills out, he'll be a big boy. After they told us he was a nuetered male, I knew then that he was definitely someone's cat and I became so conflicted. So someone took the time and money to neuter him. He was obviously someone's pet at one time, so do I spend time and energy looking for his owner? What if we find his owner and we have to give him back? The vet also recommended $20for deworming and $26.50 for a rabies shot. OK, so again how much do I stick into this cat knowing he belonged to someone who may be looking for him? Between the kitty litter, food, litter dish, toys, scratching post, and exam, we've already stuck $100 into this cat. Now they want us to spend another $50 or so for a cat we may not keep or have to give back? UGH!!!! Oh and he has an upper respiratory infection so they gave us a $20 bottle of medicine. It's given him the shits. Nothing like hearing your cat have the shits right outside your bedroom door. That's the life.
So I took him home and gave Mike the scoop. We make the decision to keep him. With how skinny he was, we figured he'd been away from home for a long time. Our sitter suggested the name Max, and that's what we decided on. Max the Cat. He really is a good boy and is already rubbing up against Duchess. Duchess has quit chasing him around the house which is nice. Max is kind of hyper in the early morning, but we figure once we figures us out, he'll learn our routine, just like Duchess did. Duchess's favorite place to hang out in the house is under Paige's bed and when we came home today from church, both Max and Duchess were under her bed! Cute! He hasn't quite taken to Mike as much as to Paige and I. He'll crawl up on the couch by Mike but won't go sit in his lap or let Mike pick him up. Paige could just about grab him and carry him around by the tail and he'd let her. He follows me wherever I go, and after I'd been in the basement sewing tonight for about an hour, he came down and started to meow at me, like it was time to come back upstairs! I'm still getting used to having shit in my house, but I suppose that will come.
My parents and sister are not animal lovers at all and really don't like the dog. My dad knows about the cat, but I don't know if he told my mom or sister yet. The cat might set them over the edge. I wish they were more animal lovers. I like to think we did a good deed by bringing Max in the other night, but anyone would have brought him in after hearing that pathetic meow. Well anyone except my family.
So the vet tells us he's a nuetered male. WTF???!!?!?! And also that he's about 4 years old. He only weighs 8 pounds and should probably weigh at least 12. He's got a long body so when he fills out, he'll be a big boy. After they told us he was a nuetered male, I knew then that he was definitely someone's cat and I became so conflicted. So someone took the time and money to neuter him. He was obviously someone's pet at one time, so do I spend time and energy looking for his owner? What if we find his owner and we have to give him back? The vet also recommended $20for deworming and $26.50 for a rabies shot. OK, so again how much do I stick into this cat knowing he belonged to someone who may be looking for him? Between the kitty litter, food, litter dish, toys, scratching post, and exam, we've already stuck $100 into this cat. Now they want us to spend another $50 or so for a cat we may not keep or have to give back? UGH!!!! Oh and he has an upper respiratory infection so they gave us a $20 bottle of medicine. It's given him the shits. Nothing like hearing your cat have the shits right outside your bedroom door. That's the life.
So I took him home and gave Mike the scoop. We make the decision to keep him. With how skinny he was, we figured he'd been away from home for a long time. Our sitter suggested the name Max, and that's what we decided on. Max the Cat. He really is a good boy and is already rubbing up against Duchess. Duchess has quit chasing him around the house which is nice. Max is kind of hyper in the early morning, but we figure once we figures us out, he'll learn our routine, just like Duchess did. Duchess's favorite place to hang out in the house is under Paige's bed and when we came home today from church, both Max and Duchess were under her bed! Cute! He hasn't quite taken to Mike as much as to Paige and I. He'll crawl up on the couch by Mike but won't go sit in his lap or let Mike pick him up. Paige could just about grab him and carry him around by the tail and he'd let her. He follows me wherever I go, and after I'd been in the basement sewing tonight for about an hour, he came down and started to meow at me, like it was time to come back upstairs! I'm still getting used to having shit in my house, but I suppose that will come.
My parents and sister are not animal lovers at all and really don't like the dog. My dad knows about the cat, but I don't know if he told my mom or sister yet. The cat might set them over the edge. I wish they were more animal lovers. I like to think we did a good deed by bringing Max in the other night, but anyone would have brought him in after hearing that pathetic meow. Well anyone except my family.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Dylan Thomas
I know most of my peeps are probably really sick of hearing about this, but I am so excited to be an auntie!
Kristin called me on the morning of Wednesday, December 4th saying she starting having contractions around 2am that morning and they quit around 6:30 am, and were irregular. I told her that my contractions were irregular for about the 1st 8 hours and to keep me posted. I called her around 10am and 3:30 pm that day and nothing else had happened. She was crabby-understandable.
That night she started having contactions again and her and Tom went to the hospital around 10pm or so. She was not dilated and her contractions were irregular again, so they told her she could either go home and come back when they got regular, or stay the night and get induced in the morning. They went home were she had irregular contractions most of the night. They went back to the hospital the next day, late morning because they were so intense. Around 10 am on Thursday morning she called and said she was at the hospital and around 3 cm. I was so excited!!!! I burst into my friend Lisa's office, told her the news and danced around for a while! I was supposed to go to Madison for a work conference that day and am so glad that I didn't.
She called back that afternoon and said she was still 3-4 cm. I was supposed to go to GB that night for my mom's group Christmas party, so I said I'd stop by before the party. I got there around 6pm and she was only 5cm. She had just gotten the epi, some pitocin and her water broken. She looked really tired. I went to my party and had lots of fun! Went back to the hospital around 11pm and she had progressed to 8cm. Visited with her until about midnight, she made no progress while I was there. Several times while I was in the room, the baby's heartrate would drop suddenly and come back up again. I was so nervous, but tried to act normal. I left and made my mom promise to call as soon as the baby was born. I didn't want to leave, but I had a 45 minute drive, and knew I had to get up the next morning with Paige. Around 2am, I got a call from my mom saying "It's a boy!" I knew all along it was a boy!
Kristin started pushing not long after I left, and after about 40 minutes, he was just not coming down and his heartrate kept dropping. The doctor recommended a c-section and Kristin and Tom agreed. So Dylan Thomas, all 6 lbs. 14 oz of him arrived by c/s at 1:42 am on Friday, December 5th, 2008. When my mom called, they hadn't named him yet, so Kristin called back the next morning and told me he was Dylan Thomas. I wasn't crazy about the name Dylan at first, but it has really grown on me. I like it combined with Thomas. Paige and I visited them on Friday morning and I got her back in time for school. The three of us went back on Sunday to visit.
It is so weird to see my little sister as a mom. She is doing so well and recovering from the c/s beautifully. She has not once complained about the pain and is moving around like nothing ever happened. She's not pushing herself, but she's also not having us wait on her hand and foot. She is committed to nursing and is doing so well with that. I am so proud of her! I am so glad she is not going through the horrible PPD that I went through.
I visited them at home this past Friday while my dad watched Paige. He has the most easygoing temperment. He never cries!!! He sleeps so much that Kristin has to wake him up to feed him! Even when we put him in his crib to sleep, or in his car seat so Kristin could show me how tight his straps are, he did not make a peep! Paige could be almost comatose and I'd lay her in her crib so gently, but as soon as her body hit that crib, she'd wake up and cry. He's already up to 7 lbs. 4oz and Kristin is making milk like it's going out of style. It's pretty hilarious actually!
I have pictures of him on FB, but I'll have to post a few from yesterday. He's changed so much in a week already!
Kristin called me on the morning of Wednesday, December 4th saying she starting having contractions around 2am that morning and they quit around 6:30 am, and were irregular. I told her that my contractions were irregular for about the 1st 8 hours and to keep me posted. I called her around 10am and 3:30 pm that day and nothing else had happened. She was crabby-understandable.
That night she started having contactions again and her and Tom went to the hospital around 10pm or so. She was not dilated and her contractions were irregular again, so they told her she could either go home and come back when they got regular, or stay the night and get induced in the morning. They went home were she had irregular contractions most of the night. They went back to the hospital the next day, late morning because they were so intense. Around 10 am on Thursday morning she called and said she was at the hospital and around 3 cm. I was so excited!!!! I burst into my friend Lisa's office, told her the news and danced around for a while! I was supposed to go to Madison for a work conference that day and am so glad that I didn't.
She called back that afternoon and said she was still 3-4 cm. I was supposed to go to GB that night for my mom's group Christmas party, so I said I'd stop by before the party. I got there around 6pm and she was only 5cm. She had just gotten the epi, some pitocin and her water broken. She looked really tired. I went to my party and had lots of fun! Went back to the hospital around 11pm and she had progressed to 8cm. Visited with her until about midnight, she made no progress while I was there. Several times while I was in the room, the baby's heartrate would drop suddenly and come back up again. I was so nervous, but tried to act normal. I left and made my mom promise to call as soon as the baby was born. I didn't want to leave, but I had a 45 minute drive, and knew I had to get up the next morning with Paige. Around 2am, I got a call from my mom saying "It's a boy!" I knew all along it was a boy!
Kristin started pushing not long after I left, and after about 40 minutes, he was just not coming down and his heartrate kept dropping. The doctor recommended a c-section and Kristin and Tom agreed. So Dylan Thomas, all 6 lbs. 14 oz of him arrived by c/s at 1:42 am on Friday, December 5th, 2008. When my mom called, they hadn't named him yet, so Kristin called back the next morning and told me he was Dylan Thomas. I wasn't crazy about the name Dylan at first, but it has really grown on me. I like it combined with Thomas. Paige and I visited them on Friday morning and I got her back in time for school. The three of us went back on Sunday to visit.
It is so weird to see my little sister as a mom. She is doing so well and recovering from the c/s beautifully. She has not once complained about the pain and is moving around like nothing ever happened. She's not pushing herself, but she's also not having us wait on her hand and foot. She is committed to nursing and is doing so well with that. I am so proud of her! I am so glad she is not going through the horrible PPD that I went through.
I visited them at home this past Friday while my dad watched Paige. He has the most easygoing temperment. He never cries!!! He sleeps so much that Kristin has to wake him up to feed him! Even when we put him in his crib to sleep, or in his car seat so Kristin could show me how tight his straps are, he did not make a peep! Paige could be almost comatose and I'd lay her in her crib so gently, but as soon as her body hit that crib, she'd wake up and cry. He's already up to 7 lbs. 4oz and Kristin is making milk like it's going out of style. It's pretty hilarious actually!
I have pictures of him on FB, but I'll have to post a few from yesterday. He's changed so much in a week already!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Cat Rescuer Update
So I stop at the Oconto Humane Society today on my way home to get the cat and bring her back there. Good thing I did. They don't accept stray cats from Oconto Falls because apparently we have "animal control." Read: keep the animals in an outdoor cage for a week, then shoot it. So we can keep the cat for 8 days total, advertise her as a found stray and then she is considered ours after 8 days. When she's considered ours we can surrender her to the Humane Society. Great. So Paige will become even more attached. So I stopped at Pamida to get a scratching post, food and water dish and a few toys. Now we've stuck $40 into this cat. I made an appointment for an exam for her tomorrow-another $32. I have no idea what to do. I'm thinking about keeping it in the basement with the door closed until she's declawed and then keeping her. She can scratch up my basement furniture and there is plenty of room for her to roam around there. It's one big room. Stay tuned.
Cat-Rescuer
Tuesday night Mike and Paige were shovelling the snow and as I let the dog out to get in their way, I hear this pathetic "meow" about 100 times in a row. I follow the sound out to underneath my neighbor's truck and see this poor kitty outside freezing and scared out of her mind. I pull her out and feel that she is skin and bones. You can literally see her spine and she has absolutely nothing on her. I bring her in the house, wrap her up and she keeps meowing. I opened up a can of tuna and she DEVOURED it. So I'm like "now what?" Mike and I have kicked around the idea of getting a cat and we figure this is a good way to test drive one. She obviously hasn't belonged to someone in a LONG time with the condition that she was in. BTW, we have no idea if she's a she, we are just assuming she is.
So Mike runs up to the store to get cat food, kitty litter, a pooper scooper and a litter container. We warn Paige that we are may not keep her, we have to see how she'll work out with us. We feed her some more and she seems quite content. She makes herself right at home by climbing up on top of our recliner and sitting there like Queen Sheba. She tolerates Duchess being halfway up her ass and Paige manhandling her. She has obviously been someone's pet at one time. She even used the litter box!
However, when we went to bed, she became truly obnoxious. She would not stop meowing, crawling all over us, or digging in her litter box which was right outside our bedroom door at the end of the hall. At one point in the night, I was awoken by the sound of her digging in the litter box followed by the scent of cat shit. Lovely. Also because Duchess is truly retarded and thought she was a dog and wanted to play, I was kept awake by the sound of her footsteps chasing the cat all over the house. Which doesn't sound so bad, but we have (fake) hardwood floor in our hallway, living room and kitchen. So it was loud. Finally at 4 am, we put the cat, her food and water and litter box in Duchess's kennel downstairs. We could still hear her pathetic meow, but it wasn't as bad.
Because I don't trust cats and have never had one, they kind of freak me out because they can go ANYWHERE. I had visions of my couch being scratched all to hell and my Christmas tree being destroyed when I got home. So being the big meanie I am, we kept her in the kennel yesterday while we were both gone. We let her out while we were home, but put her back in last night and today. This cat is not declawed and we have caught her digging her claws into our furniture a few times. I also noticed my bedspread has a few small holes in it from her scratching.
So because of this paranoia, we've decided to give her up to the Humane Society. I think I can best sum it up by saying, I like cats, just not in my house. Paige was pretty upset by it, but we told her that we are just not the right home for this cat and that we are lucky to have Duchess. We have also kicked around the idea of getting another dog, but a small one like a mini schnauzer or shih tzu. I'm looking online for ones to adopt. So I'm going to run home today, get the cat and bring her back to Oconto to the Humane Society. Like I said, she is the sweetest thing and would make an excellent family cat, especially for someone with kids and a dog. She seemed to warm up to Duchess and even meowed and scratched at Paige's door when Duchess was in there while Mike read Paige her bedtime books. She seems like me the best and follows me around. I sometimes have second thoughts, but I know I just couldn't trust a cat in our house while I'm gone. Maybe that will change, but that's how I feel now. So, that just wouldn't be right to keep a cat crated up all day.
Hopefully she'll be online at the Oconto Humane Society website soon, and someone will adopt her. She'll be a great companion!
So Mike runs up to the store to get cat food, kitty litter, a pooper scooper and a litter container. We warn Paige that we are may not keep her, we have to see how she'll work out with us. We feed her some more and she seems quite content. She makes herself right at home by climbing up on top of our recliner and sitting there like Queen Sheba. She tolerates Duchess being halfway up her ass and Paige manhandling her. She has obviously been someone's pet at one time. She even used the litter box!
However, when we went to bed, she became truly obnoxious. She would not stop meowing, crawling all over us, or digging in her litter box which was right outside our bedroom door at the end of the hall. At one point in the night, I was awoken by the sound of her digging in the litter box followed by the scent of cat shit. Lovely. Also because Duchess is truly retarded and thought she was a dog and wanted to play, I was kept awake by the sound of her footsteps chasing the cat all over the house. Which doesn't sound so bad, but we have (fake) hardwood floor in our hallway, living room and kitchen. So it was loud. Finally at 4 am, we put the cat, her food and water and litter box in Duchess's kennel downstairs. We could still hear her pathetic meow, but it wasn't as bad.
Because I don't trust cats and have never had one, they kind of freak me out because they can go ANYWHERE. I had visions of my couch being scratched all to hell and my Christmas tree being destroyed when I got home. So being the big meanie I am, we kept her in the kennel yesterday while we were both gone. We let her out while we were home, but put her back in last night and today. This cat is not declawed and we have caught her digging her claws into our furniture a few times. I also noticed my bedspread has a few small holes in it from her scratching.
So because of this paranoia, we've decided to give her up to the Humane Society. I think I can best sum it up by saying, I like cats, just not in my house. Paige was pretty upset by it, but we told her that we are just not the right home for this cat and that we are lucky to have Duchess. We have also kicked around the idea of getting another dog, but a small one like a mini schnauzer or shih tzu. I'm looking online for ones to adopt. So I'm going to run home today, get the cat and bring her back to Oconto to the Humane Society. Like I said, she is the sweetest thing and would make an excellent family cat, especially for someone with kids and a dog. She seemed to warm up to Duchess and even meowed and scratched at Paige's door when Duchess was in there while Mike read Paige her bedtime books. She seems like me the best and follows me around. I sometimes have second thoughts, but I know I just couldn't trust a cat in our house while I'm gone. Maybe that will change, but that's how I feel now. So, that just wouldn't be right to keep a cat crated up all day.
Hopefully she'll be online at the Oconto Humane Society website soon, and someone will adopt her. She'll be a great companion!
Monday, December 08, 2008
In the Market for a New Podiatrist
So last week Tuesday, I go to the podiatrist at the hospital in my little town. I'm all jazzed because I'm anxious to get this damn painful ingrown toenail removed and start treating the knife sticking out of my heel....I mean my plantar facitis. So the doctor removes my ingrown toenail, applies some solution that kills the part of the root where the ingrown toenail was growing out of (so it won't recur), has x-rays done of my foot, and diagnoses me with plantar facitis. Groovy. He tells me to make another appointment to start treatment for the plantar facitis. So I make an appointment for last week Friday. He seemed competent on Tuesday, but it all went downhill on Friday.
It all started on Friday when he walked in and introduced himself like we had never met before. Um, I was just here 3 days ago. I realize you may have forgotten me, but you're holding my chart in your hands. You could have read it over and pretended like you remembered me. I was in slight shock and said something like I was just here a few days ago for my plantar facitis and ingrown toenail. So he removes the bandaid from my ingrown tneoail, looks at it and says, yep we'll take care of that. HE STARTS TO TAKE OUT THE STUFF TO NUMB MY TOE AND REMOVE THE TOENAIL!!!! So slightly panicked, I exclaim "you just did this on Tuesday!!!" or something intelligent like that. So he apologizes and finally starts to look at my chart and realizes that yes indeedy he did remove my ingrown toenail 3 days ago. Oh and he reeks of cigarette smoke like he just chain smoked a pack in the last 20 minutes. So without washing his hands or putting on gloves, he gets out this metal pokey thingie that may or may not be sterile and starts poking my toe. He puts some gunk on it, bandages it back up and writes me a scrip for antibiotics. I'm wondering why he didn't prescribe antibiotics on Tuesday, but seeing how fast this appointment is going downhill, it really didn't surprise me.
Onto my heel. He starts to write me a prescription for something tor reduce the inflammation. I ask if this will interfere with pregnancy because Mike and I are ttc and I may be pregnant and just not know it. He says "no I don't think so" but then crumples up the paper and throws it away. He seems rather disgusted by this tidbit and again I'm wondering why he went through the trouble of writing the prescription. I told him I'm taking Clomid-I'm not taking it just to see if I really will get hot flashes and sore boobies. So apparently I'm not getting any medication to reduce the inflammation because he doesn't say anything else. He tells me that Marge, his wingman (wingwoman?) is going to see if orthotic shoe inserts are covered by my insurance. He leaves, and a few minutes later he and Marge walk in. Marge is carrying a bowl of water and these long paper mache looking strips. I'm wondering if we are going to start doing arts and crafts. He puts the chair all the way back and tells me to roll over on my stomach. WTF?!?!?!? So I do, and they start paper macheing my feet-making the molds for my handy dandy shoe inserts. It felt weird. So while this is going on, I'm asking all kinds of questions about how often to wear the inserts, icing my foot, should I wear shoes all day, how often should I get new shoes, etc. I was really looking for a specific treatment plan and got nothing. He basically blew off my questions and seemed like these inserts will magically cure me. No information on if I'll ever need new ones, do these wear out, etc. It was so weird. So I go out by Marge who tells me the inserts will be ready in 2-3 weeks. So I ask if my insurance covers these and she says that Oconto County employee insurance has covered them before so there shouldn't be a problem. She didn't even call my insurance!!!! Oh, but to reassure me she says, if insurance doesn't cover these, the hospital will "work with you on payments." Oh gee thanks, that's comforting. Then Marge gets in a dig about how government employees insurance is usually much better than those working in the private sector. Again, gee thanks. The 3 people in the waiting room glared at me for having good insurance. What they don't know is that I pay out the ass for it because I'm part time.
Good times. So yes, obviously I'm looking for a new podiatrist. This one scared the heebie jeebies out of me.
In other news, I have a nephew!!!! Dylan Thomas Barnhart was born on December 5th at 1:42 am. He is perfect and we love him dearly. Will post more later about that. I really should get to work. Plus Dylan deserves his own post!
It all started on Friday when he walked in and introduced himself like we had never met before. Um, I was just here 3 days ago. I realize you may have forgotten me, but you're holding my chart in your hands. You could have read it over and pretended like you remembered me. I was in slight shock and said something like I was just here a few days ago for my plantar facitis and ingrown toenail. So he removes the bandaid from my ingrown tneoail, looks at it and says, yep we'll take care of that. HE STARTS TO TAKE OUT THE STUFF TO NUMB MY TOE AND REMOVE THE TOENAIL!!!! So slightly panicked, I exclaim "you just did this on Tuesday!!!" or something intelligent like that. So he apologizes and finally starts to look at my chart and realizes that yes indeedy he did remove my ingrown toenail 3 days ago. Oh and he reeks of cigarette smoke like he just chain smoked a pack in the last 20 minutes. So without washing his hands or putting on gloves, he gets out this metal pokey thingie that may or may not be sterile and starts poking my toe. He puts some gunk on it, bandages it back up and writes me a scrip for antibiotics. I'm wondering why he didn't prescribe antibiotics on Tuesday, but seeing how fast this appointment is going downhill, it really didn't surprise me.
Onto my heel. He starts to write me a prescription for something tor reduce the inflammation. I ask if this will interfere with pregnancy because Mike and I are ttc and I may be pregnant and just not know it. He says "no I don't think so" but then crumples up the paper and throws it away. He seems rather disgusted by this tidbit and again I'm wondering why he went through the trouble of writing the prescription. I told him I'm taking Clomid-I'm not taking it just to see if I really will get hot flashes and sore boobies. So apparently I'm not getting any medication to reduce the inflammation because he doesn't say anything else. He tells me that Marge, his wingman (wingwoman?) is going to see if orthotic shoe inserts are covered by my insurance. He leaves, and a few minutes later he and Marge walk in. Marge is carrying a bowl of water and these long paper mache looking strips. I'm wondering if we are going to start doing arts and crafts. He puts the chair all the way back and tells me to roll over on my stomach. WTF?!?!?!? So I do, and they start paper macheing my feet-making the molds for my handy dandy shoe inserts. It felt weird. So while this is going on, I'm asking all kinds of questions about how often to wear the inserts, icing my foot, should I wear shoes all day, how often should I get new shoes, etc. I was really looking for a specific treatment plan and got nothing. He basically blew off my questions and seemed like these inserts will magically cure me. No information on if I'll ever need new ones, do these wear out, etc. It was so weird. So I go out by Marge who tells me the inserts will be ready in 2-3 weeks. So I ask if my insurance covers these and she says that Oconto County employee insurance has covered them before so there shouldn't be a problem. She didn't even call my insurance!!!! Oh, but to reassure me she says, if insurance doesn't cover these, the hospital will "work with you on payments." Oh gee thanks, that's comforting. Then Marge gets in a dig about how government employees insurance is usually much better than those working in the private sector. Again, gee thanks. The 3 people in the waiting room glared at me for having good insurance. What they don't know is that I pay out the ass for it because I'm part time.
Good times. So yes, obviously I'm looking for a new podiatrist. This one scared the heebie jeebies out of me.
In other news, I have a nephew!!!! Dylan Thomas Barnhart was born on December 5th at 1:42 am. He is perfect and we love him dearly. Will post more later about that. I really should get to work. Plus Dylan deserves his own post!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
My Own Personal MacGyver
I love my husband, I really do. I love the fact that he is fairly handy, and if something is broken around the house, he takes the bull by the horns and fixes it. Even with stitches on his hand and being super tired from the weekend, he tore apart the wash machine and concocted a fix for it consisting of electrical tape and wire. It seems a little iffy to me, but he assures me that it will work. And if it doesn't, then the part we need is only about $25. PHEW!!!! Not looking forward to having to shop for a new washer.
I'm done taking the clomid and did not have any side effects, which I'm happy about. Now it's time to pee on a stick and get the hubby to impregnate me.
In other medical news, I'm going to a podiatrist next week to get my ingrown toenail removed and my left heel evaluated. I think I have plantar facitis which hurts like a mo'fo. May as well take advantage of the fact that I met my deductible this year.
I think I've finally decided what to get Paige for Christmas. We'll get her that Barbie My House and ask my family for furniture for it. I'm also going to ask for the game Hullabaloo and this Play Doh ice cream maker thingie. We'll save the Leapster for her 5th birthday. I can see it really frustrating her right now.
I am so nuerotic. I have this wild hair up my ass that Paige's winter gear MUST MATCH. So I went to Younker's and Kohl's a few weeks ago and got her a black, white and pink jacket, black snowpants, pink boots, and a pink hat and mittens. Adorable. Also ran me about $80. Well last year Mike's dad and stepmom got her a blue winter jacket to wear this year. It fits her fine and looks really cute. Since I'm all stressed about money, I decide to try to find blue snowpants to match her blue jacket and take the other stuff back. After Margarita's last night (YUM-O) I ran to Fleet Farm, Walmart and Shopko and found nothing. Shopping in the big girl section really sucks. The clothes are so much more expensive. So after stressing about this the whole way home, I complain to Mike about it and he tells me to let it go and keep the stuff we have. She can wear the blue jacket and black snow pants on the weekends at home. He also tells me to chill out about her having to match. See why I love this man?
I'm done taking the clomid and did not have any side effects, which I'm happy about. Now it's time to pee on a stick and get the hubby to impregnate me.
In other medical news, I'm going to a podiatrist next week to get my ingrown toenail removed and my left heel evaluated. I think I have plantar facitis which hurts like a mo'fo. May as well take advantage of the fact that I met my deductible this year.
I think I've finally decided what to get Paige for Christmas. We'll get her that Barbie My House and ask my family for furniture for it. I'm also going to ask for the game Hullabaloo and this Play Doh ice cream maker thingie. We'll save the Leapster for her 5th birthday. I can see it really frustrating her right now.
I am so nuerotic. I have this wild hair up my ass that Paige's winter gear MUST MATCH. So I went to Younker's and Kohl's a few weeks ago and got her a black, white and pink jacket, black snowpants, pink boots, and a pink hat and mittens. Adorable. Also ran me about $80. Well last year Mike's dad and stepmom got her a blue winter jacket to wear this year. It fits her fine and looks really cute. Since I'm all stressed about money, I decide to try to find blue snowpants to match her blue jacket and take the other stuff back. After Margarita's last night (YUM-O) I ran to Fleet Farm, Walmart and Shopko and found nothing. Shopping in the big girl section really sucks. The clothes are so much more expensive. So after stressing about this the whole way home, I complain to Mike about it and he tells me to let it go and keep the stuff we have. She can wear the blue jacket and black snow pants on the weekends at home. He also tells me to chill out about her having to match. See why I love this man?
Monday, November 24, 2008
When It Rains It Pours
So because Mike was out of town this weekend, I guess the universe decided to conspire against us and break stuff in our house. The wash machine stops in mid cycle, leaving me with a load of semi-dirty clothes soaking in water and not moving. I have to keep turning the dial until I find a spot where it will keep moving on to the spin cycle. I think the dirty clothes are onto me and are multiplying as we speak.
As I backed out of the garage on Saturday night to go to my friend Amy's house for supper, the garage door opener blinked a bunch of times and would not close. It was pretty freaky looking. Mike has a bunch of expensive fishing stuff in there so I didn't want to leave it open while we were gone. So I shut it manually, but couldn't figure out how to lock it. So on Sunday I had to get out and open and shut it manually when we went out. Not fun.
Then I'm driving our truck because we are under strict orders from our mechanic not to drive the Taurus until it's been aligned. The power locks on the truck don't work which doesn't sound like a big deal, but it really is a huge pain in the ass. Plus only the passenger side door opens to the back seat so I always have to go around to that side to get Paige. The power locks not working wouldn't bother me too much, but you have to get the key in the lock JUST RIGHT for it to open. UGH. Couple this with Paige asking EVERY SINGLE TIME I put her in the car seat "are you going around the front of the truck mama, or the back?", I was really sick of driving the truck. Paige has suddenly developed this phobia about being alone in a vehicle and not being able to see either of us. She usually screams from the time we shut the door until we get in.
On Saturday night I get a call from Mike saying that he shot a doe, but as his group was cutting up the deer, one of his cousins basically just about sliced his fingers off (Mike's, not the cousin's). This is why it's important not to drink when weilding knives. Mike claimed that it wasn't that big of a deal, but I ordered him to go to an urgent care to get stitches the next day. Promising he would, I hung up and hoped for the best. Sunday I get a message from him saying that he went to the ER in Rice Lake because the urgent cares would have cost the same as the ER and you're supposed to get stitches in a cut within 12 hours after, not 24 like Mike thought. So yeah, that bill won't be expensive AT ALL.
I know I just went off on how we can afford to do what we want when we want, but I am seriously stressed about money now. Here's why:
$1600 for the Taurus (about $600 more than we thought)
$2000 for the new furnace
$400 for a new washer (most likely)
$375 for Paige's 2nd tuition payment due right after Christmas
$350 (guess) for our land taxes, due at the end of January
$1000 for my medical bills at Aurora (at least I met my deductible)
$500 for Mike's chiropracter, at $50 a month
$400 left at CMH for my ingrown toenails and bladdar infection
Oh yeah and Christmas!!!! The first three are going to be paid for by a cash advance on a credit card. Not thrilled about that but it's at 3% interest and we had to do it. No other options, since our house didn't appraise high enough for a home equity line of credit.
Here's an FYI for ya, HSG tests are expensive!!!! Plus another $50 to get the Taurus aligned. I'm getting that done Friday morning. At least I've met my deductible, so I'm calling a podiatrist tomorrow to get in this year yet for my plantar facitis and 3rd ingrown toenail in less than a year. I'm tempted to have him remove the whole damn nail. And my next progesterone test will be covered too. I think I'm going to be paying Aurora for the rest of my life.
I hear the kid crying, almost her bedtime THANK GOD. She has been a bear today. She's probably mad at us for sending her to daycare, ha ha.
As I backed out of the garage on Saturday night to go to my friend Amy's house for supper, the garage door opener blinked a bunch of times and would not close. It was pretty freaky looking. Mike has a bunch of expensive fishing stuff in there so I didn't want to leave it open while we were gone. So I shut it manually, but couldn't figure out how to lock it. So on Sunday I had to get out and open and shut it manually when we went out. Not fun.
Then I'm driving our truck because we are under strict orders from our mechanic not to drive the Taurus until it's been aligned. The power locks on the truck don't work which doesn't sound like a big deal, but it really is a huge pain in the ass. Plus only the passenger side door opens to the back seat so I always have to go around to that side to get Paige. The power locks not working wouldn't bother me too much, but you have to get the key in the lock JUST RIGHT for it to open. UGH. Couple this with Paige asking EVERY SINGLE TIME I put her in the car seat "are you going around the front of the truck mama, or the back?", I was really sick of driving the truck. Paige has suddenly developed this phobia about being alone in a vehicle and not being able to see either of us. She usually screams from the time we shut the door until we get in.
On Saturday night I get a call from Mike saying that he shot a doe, but as his group was cutting up the deer, one of his cousins basically just about sliced his fingers off (Mike's, not the cousin's). This is why it's important not to drink when weilding knives. Mike claimed that it wasn't that big of a deal, but I ordered him to go to an urgent care to get stitches the next day. Promising he would, I hung up and hoped for the best. Sunday I get a message from him saying that he went to the ER in Rice Lake because the urgent cares would have cost the same as the ER and you're supposed to get stitches in a cut within 12 hours after, not 24 like Mike thought. So yeah, that bill won't be expensive AT ALL.
I know I just went off on how we can afford to do what we want when we want, but I am seriously stressed about money now. Here's why:
$1600 for the Taurus (about $600 more than we thought)
$2000 for the new furnace
$400 for a new washer (most likely)
$375 for Paige's 2nd tuition payment due right after Christmas
$350 (guess) for our land taxes, due at the end of January
$1000 for my medical bills at Aurora (at least I met my deductible)
$500 for Mike's chiropracter, at $50 a month
$400 left at CMH for my ingrown toenails and bladdar infection
Oh yeah and Christmas!!!! The first three are going to be paid for by a cash advance on a credit card. Not thrilled about that but it's at 3% interest and we had to do it. No other options, since our house didn't appraise high enough for a home equity line of credit.
Here's an FYI for ya, HSG tests are expensive!!!! Plus another $50 to get the Taurus aligned. I'm getting that done Friday morning. At least I've met my deductible, so I'm calling a podiatrist tomorrow to get in this year yet for my plantar facitis and 3rd ingrown toenail in less than a year. I'm tempted to have him remove the whole damn nail. And my next progesterone test will be covered too. I think I'm going to be paying Aurora for the rest of my life.
I hear the kid crying, almost her bedtime THANK GOD. She has been a bear today. She's probably mad at us for sending her to daycare, ha ha.
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