Had another ultrasound appointment today.
And it was that lady doctor I had the first time, so it was MUCH nicer appointment. She actually listens and addresses her patients concerns, go figure. And she was sweet with Tristan when he started tantruming towards the end.
Basically, everything is looking fine still, he's about 5 1/2 lb (WHAT THE HECK?????) Yeah, I know, how can someone as little as me who drinks all her food have a 5 1/2 baby at 34 weeks? No idea, but he's going to be beastly I can tell you that. Tristan was 6 lb 15 oz at 39 weeks so I'm thinking baby A is going to surpass him by a bit. Ah well, its like everyone keeps empathetically telling me, is only a few more weeks (not at all comforting by the way..........probably has something to do with the last few weeks being the worst.........)
And sorry, no pictures, they tried for a 3D one again, but he's just camera shy or something. Oh well. Maybe since he is so beastly I won't have to be pregnant for much longer (crosses fingers).
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Monday, April 29, 2013
What not to say to a pregnant woman
A little something for men.
At church yesterday, when I was getting Tristan from nursery, some guy in the ward Nick is aquainted with was standing with his wife next to the nursery door. Apparently, when I walked past him into the room, he whispered to Nick something along the lines of "she eating too much?" Nick says he was trying to "make a funny", but told him it was probably a very good thing I didn't hear him.
Hmm. Let's see, maybe if I had known the guy for years, I would have laughed. But considering I have never even talked to him, I was more than slightly perturbed. I wish I had heard him. So I could have said, 'yeah, when your wife looks half as good as I do when she's 8 months pregnant, I hope you will hold your tongue'. Or, 'no, I don't get enough to eat usually thanks to my swallowing disorder, which has made two pregnancies very difficult for me, thanks for asking'. Then maybe he would have felt like a jerk.
I mean seriously people, who says that about a pregnant woman? Especially one they don't know who has only gained 15 or 20 lbs, which actually took some effort. Even if a woman is so big you can't even really tell she is pregnant, you should never comment on it! So next to being insensitive, it was a little rude and out of line. "Making a funny" should actually be something funny, not offensive and mean.
So to you men out there wanting to be funny, until you have thrown up for 3 months straight, gained a lot of weight all in one spot, gotten stretch marks, not been able to tie your own shoes, ruined your back, feet, belly and boobs, and then either squeezed out a giant baby head a midst pain galore or had to recover from open abdominal surgery while caring for a newborn, maybe keep your snide "fat" jokes to yourself.
Ah, I feel better now.
At church yesterday, when I was getting Tristan from nursery, some guy in the ward Nick is aquainted with was standing with his wife next to the nursery door. Apparently, when I walked past him into the room, he whispered to Nick something along the lines of "she eating too much?" Nick says he was trying to "make a funny", but told him it was probably a very good thing I didn't hear him.
Hmm. Let's see, maybe if I had known the guy for years, I would have laughed. But considering I have never even talked to him, I was more than slightly perturbed. I wish I had heard him. So I could have said, 'yeah, when your wife looks half as good as I do when she's 8 months pregnant, I hope you will hold your tongue'. Or, 'no, I don't get enough to eat usually thanks to my swallowing disorder, which has made two pregnancies very difficult for me, thanks for asking'. Then maybe he would have felt like a jerk.
I mean seriously people, who says that about a pregnant woman? Especially one they don't know who has only gained 15 or 20 lbs, which actually took some effort. Even if a woman is so big you can't even really tell she is pregnant, you should never comment on it! So next to being insensitive, it was a little rude and out of line. "Making a funny" should actually be something funny, not offensive and mean.
So to you men out there wanting to be funny, until you have thrown up for 3 months straight, gained a lot of weight all in one spot, gotten stretch marks, not been able to tie your own shoes, ruined your back, feet, belly and boobs, and then either squeezed out a giant baby head a midst pain galore or had to recover from open abdominal surgery while caring for a newborn, maybe keep your snide "fat" jokes to yourself.
Ah, I feel better now.
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Rough Weekend
Poor Tristan has had a bit of a rough weekend. First it started off with him having the insane screamies all Friday. Then, Saturday morning, while I was getting him dressed, he tried to run away from me and tripped. Of course, he landed head (eye) first into his space heater. Now he has a nice gash that has scabbed over and a black eye. Then we went to walmart, and I let him walk to the door with me, and he was mad about me not letting him take a toy in with him, and tried to run away, tripped, and scrapped up his knee. And today, for the first time, he got really sad in nursery and cried for me "mama! mama!" and then just sat on the teachers lap until we got him. Then my parents came to have dinner with us, and after being all crazy with them, he hopped up on a chair, and then fell headfirst off onto the kitchen floor.
............
Not sure what's going on lately. People always tell me, it's just a little boy thing to get all scuffed and banged up. But then when the lady in line next to you at the grocery store makes a comment about your son's black eye......yeah, you feel a little awkward. Like, why yes, I beat my child, thanks for noticing. I feel so bad for him! Poor thing, he's got bruises all over his little head, and a swollen puffy black eye. Good thing I guess is that he is very resiliant. He cries for a minute and then is back up running in circles around the coffee table again. I can't wait till he's older with more coordination and better balance. Then maybe he'll be able to enjoy himself without all the head injuries!!
............
Not sure what's going on lately. People always tell me, it's just a little boy thing to get all scuffed and banged up. But then when the lady in line next to you at the grocery store makes a comment about your son's black eye......yeah, you feel a little awkward. Like, why yes, I beat my child, thanks for noticing. I feel so bad for him! Poor thing, he's got bruises all over his little head, and a swollen puffy black eye. Good thing I guess is that he is very resiliant. He cries for a minute and then is back up running in circles around the coffee table again. I can't wait till he's older with more coordination and better balance. Then maybe he'll be able to enjoy himself without all the head injuries!!
Playing in the yard
Korra's new best friend
(seriously, she gets so excited whenever my
mom comes over she pees......)
Running around
Throwing a baseball ever so daintily
Friday, April 26, 2013
The ROOT of the Problem
When I was 12, I got braces. Something about my teeth being crooked. Yeah, they were pretty ugly, and come to find out, it was because one of my bicuspids was embedded in my hard pallet. Needed to be chained and pulled down. Oral surgery. Tons of fun. Not.
Years later, the tooth next to it starts hurting, randomly, about three weeks ago. I was sure I had a cavity or something, until I looked in the mirror and saw it was kinda turning pink. Google told me that meant it was rotting inside. Well, great! How the heck did that happen??? I don't even chew things, and it was a front tooth, I mean, come on!
So, I went to the dentist, which I already blogged about, but he told me to come back because that tooth was probably going to need a root canal (along with my broken one in the back, lucky me).
And yesterday morning was the day, I had been dreading it all week. I have severe anxiety about being numbed, and having other people poking around in my mouth. The dentist was like, ok, we're going to get started on that back tooth. And thinking I was sneaky, I was like, well, the front one is the one that's actually bothering me, can we start with that one? (real reason? I'm too scared to have him messing around that far back in my mouth. Stupid I know, because it's going to happen eventually, but start out gentle I guess......) Which of course he was fine with.
But you know what? It actually was better that way. Once he got in there, he stopped and was like, well, I can't see the canal at all, I don't even know if it is there, the nerve is almost entirely calcified, and the root is half eaten away. That didn't sound good. "I might need to send you to a specialist.....but let's just see what we can do." So, an hour, 5 drills, lots of numbing medicine and grinding later, my tooth was sealed up with a substance intended to stop the eating away. I have to go back in two months to have the root canal finished.
The ROOT of the problem? I asked if it had to do with poor dental hygene or something. And the dentist was like no, it's due to trauma. That tooth got injured and damaged somehow and has been "dying" since. Ah, lightbulb. I told him about my oral surgery for my biscuspid and how it had been embedded all funny in my hard pallet. His theory? The bicuspid was invading the root space of my problem tooth, and then it suffered trauma in the surgery.
Well, that made me feel better. Basically, the poor tooth was doomed from the start. Unfortunately, it's almost dead, so hopefully this medicine and root canal works or I'm going to have to shell out a buttload for an implant. No way in heck I'm going to go all rednecky with a gap in the front of my mouth. And I have to have the rest of the work done two weeks after a C-section........yeay.
Years later, the tooth next to it starts hurting, randomly, about three weeks ago. I was sure I had a cavity or something, until I looked in the mirror and saw it was kinda turning pink. Google told me that meant it was rotting inside. Well, great! How the heck did that happen??? I don't even chew things, and it was a front tooth, I mean, come on!
So, I went to the dentist, which I already blogged about, but he told me to come back because that tooth was probably going to need a root canal (along with my broken one in the back, lucky me).
And yesterday morning was the day, I had been dreading it all week. I have severe anxiety about being numbed, and having other people poking around in my mouth. The dentist was like, ok, we're going to get started on that back tooth. And thinking I was sneaky, I was like, well, the front one is the one that's actually bothering me, can we start with that one? (real reason? I'm too scared to have him messing around that far back in my mouth. Stupid I know, because it's going to happen eventually, but start out gentle I guess......) Which of course he was fine with.
But you know what? It actually was better that way. Once he got in there, he stopped and was like, well, I can't see the canal at all, I don't even know if it is there, the nerve is almost entirely calcified, and the root is half eaten away. That didn't sound good. "I might need to send you to a specialist.....but let's just see what we can do." So, an hour, 5 drills, lots of numbing medicine and grinding later, my tooth was sealed up with a substance intended to stop the eating away. I have to go back in two months to have the root canal finished.
The ROOT of the problem? I asked if it had to do with poor dental hygene or something. And the dentist was like no, it's due to trauma. That tooth got injured and damaged somehow and has been "dying" since. Ah, lightbulb. I told him about my oral surgery for my biscuspid and how it had been embedded all funny in my hard pallet. His theory? The bicuspid was invading the root space of my problem tooth, and then it suffered trauma in the surgery.
Well, that made me feel better. Basically, the poor tooth was doomed from the start. Unfortunately, it's almost dead, so hopefully this medicine and root canal works or I'm going to have to shell out a buttload for an implant. No way in heck I'm going to go all rednecky with a gap in the front of my mouth. And I have to have the rest of the work done two weeks after a C-section........yeay.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Unexpected
So, not saying anything is going to come of this, but hey, it was a pretty cool email to get.
Funny how things seem to happen just when you give up. I had written this agent over two years ago! That was the perfect email to get just before a horrid root canal!
Funny how things seem to happen just when you give up. I had written this agent over two years ago! That was the perfect email to get just before a horrid root canal!
"Sara,
I realize you sent Disconnected to me quite some time ago. As I stated previously, I am no longer agenting. I simply got tired of great books getting rejected. I decided I wanted to be proactive in my quest to make writers' dreams come true.
With that in mind, I was looking through old files of mine and came across your ms. If you haven't sold Disconnected, I'd be delighted for you to submit it to my new publishing company. Our website will be up soon, but in the meantime, I'm soliciting ms. for consideration. We don't pay an advance right now and we're primarily doing e-pubs with a POD capability.
If you're interested, please let me know. I'll get one of my editors right on this to see if they think it's right for us. We're sooo very leaning toward saying "yes" to authors. We really, really want to make authors' dreams come true.
With kind regards,
(Name Omitted For Privacy)
President and Editorial Director"
President and Editorial Director"
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Demon Cricket Meets Its Doom
A few of our critters eat crickets, and normally, when we buy them, they are all eaten in a matter of hours. None usually survive until the next day.
So I was surprised when I went to take a nap and a cricket started chirping. And not just that sweet melodious kind you hear in the forest at night. This cricket was possessed or something, it was insane! Since I generally only like to admire the creepy crawlies from a distance, I didn't try to get into the cage to demolish the thing. I just went napless, and for those of you who have been 8 months pregnant, you know how not okay that is.
That night when Nick came home, I told him he needed to smash that thing. After going in the bedroom and hearing it, he agreed. It took awhile to get it out of the cage because it kept hiding, but eventually Nick got it out. I thought he would squash it right there and then. But no.....he transferred it to another critter guaranteeing to eat it immediately.
Well, the chirping stopped as soon as he dropped it in. Either it got caught right away, or it was too scared for its life. Whatever the reason, we had peace and quiet.....for about an hour.
Then the chirping started again. Louder and more obnoxious then before. Again, Nick had to try and catch it, which took forever because it was soo elusive. And when he did catch it, it escaped the forceps and tried to hide under the dresser.
Once Nick had it again, I was like, "Just flush it!" Which he did very quickly.
We slept in silence that night, and it was wonderful. Though I'm sure somewhere in the plumbing below our apartment a cricket is chirping........
So I was surprised when I went to take a nap and a cricket started chirping. And not just that sweet melodious kind you hear in the forest at night. This cricket was possessed or something, it was insane! Since I generally only like to admire the creepy crawlies from a distance, I didn't try to get into the cage to demolish the thing. I just went napless, and for those of you who have been 8 months pregnant, you know how not okay that is.
That night when Nick came home, I told him he needed to smash that thing. After going in the bedroom and hearing it, he agreed. It took awhile to get it out of the cage because it kept hiding, but eventually Nick got it out. I thought he would squash it right there and then. But no.....he transferred it to another critter guaranteeing to eat it immediately.
Well, the chirping stopped as soon as he dropped it in. Either it got caught right away, or it was too scared for its life. Whatever the reason, we had peace and quiet.....for about an hour.
Then the chirping started again. Louder and more obnoxious then before. Again, Nick had to try and catch it, which took forever because it was soo elusive. And when he did catch it, it escaped the forceps and tried to hide under the dresser.
Once Nick had it again, I was like, "Just flush it!" Which he did very quickly.
We slept in silence that night, and it was wonderful. Though I'm sure somewhere in the plumbing below our apartment a cricket is chirping........
Monday, April 22, 2013
My famous cat
So I like to upload pictures to the Purina cat facebook page, just to see if they will ever feature one or if it would win a contest or something. And yesterday as I was scrolling through my newsfeed, I saw a familiar face. It was Lilly! Her picture was framed in the Purina logo with my comment right under it. !6,000+ likes and almost 400 comments. Yikers! So that was pretty cool to see, haha, now I have a famous kitty! Good thing she is microchipped!
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