Friday, April 27, 2007

We're Moving in One Week!

I have packed a grand total of two boxes. :-) I'm planning to pack up the stuff in my china cabinet today.

This past few weeks, Baby Boy's hair has grown like crazy. I actually have to use a comb or brush on it when we go out. He seems intrigued that he has hair on the back of his head now and likes to twirl it between his fingers.

We have a plastic grocery bag holder hanging on our fridge. Every time I walk by the fridge carrying Baby Boy, he flails all his limbs and s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-s to bat at the holder (he likes the crinkly noise it makes). I recently discovered that it cracks him up if I squeeze the thing repeatedly. He will just laugh and laugh. It's cheap entertainment. :-)

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

A Longwinded Post About Not Much

Disclaimer--girly talk to follow:

I got my cycle back a couple of months ago after being in a state of amenorrhea since Baby Boy's birth. My cycle has always been like clockwork, and when it came back, everything was just the same as before--same duration of my period, same number of days in a cycle, etc. But this month my period didn't come (and still hasn't). So yesterday I thought I'd better take a trip to Ye Olde Dollar Store for a pregnancy test (I'm so glad I finally read on someone's blog about dollar stores having reliable pregnancy tests, so now I don't have to blow $8 on one from the drugstore).

I've been to a dollar store before where the pregnancy tests were right where they should have been in the health and beauty aisle. But this time I'm at a different store. I wander pretty much all over the store two or three times and don't see any pregnancy tests (did I mention that I'm trying to hurry because Hubby called while I was on my way into the store and wants me to pick him up, plus, I'm lugging my hefty 20-pound Baby Boy around in my arms because I forgot the Ergo at home). So I approach a grumpy-looking clerk in the middle of the store who is ripping boxes open. "Do you carry pregnancy tests?" I ask, wondering if she's thinking why on earth I need a pregnancy test when I already have a young baby, a question that I'll admit has entered my mind as well (not that I wouldn't love another baby, but, you know . . . a little more time between kiddos would be nice).

Without so much as a hint of a smile, she glares at me and says, "We keep them up at the front of the store, at register 1." I go to register 1, expecting that the tests are in a locked case or something and the register 1 clerk will get out what I need and ring me up. Except there is no register 1 clerk (in fact, none of the registers are open--the aforementioned clerk seems to be the only employee in the store). The tests hang on hooks high up on the wall, just out of my reach. I return to the clerk and say, "I can't reach the tests." She sighs, rolls her eyes, and says, "All right, I'll have to climb up on the counter." I follow her back to register one, where she gets up on the counter. "Um, could you grab three?" I ask. She hands them to me. I thank her and smile. Her lip twitches slightly in acknowledgment.

I get in line. By this time, my back and arms are aching. There are a couple of people in line, but they graciously tell me to go ahead of them. I thank them repeatedly.

Then it's off to pick up Hubby, who is in the Urgent Care waiting room. He hit his forehead on a drawer at work, and the on-site nurse told him he should get the wound glued to reduce the likelihood of scarring. We agreed that we didn't want Baby Boy around ill people in the waiting room, so I did my errands while Hubby found out how long the wait would be. We have long enough to get a quick lunch, so we go through the drive-through of Carl's Jr. Now, keep in mind, we do not eat fast food very often at all, and after this experience, it will be a long time until I'm ready to try it again. Hubby orders a chicken sandwich, and I order a Guacamole Bacon Burger (now I know that guacamole does not belong with burgers). We finish giving our order through the speaker, then pull forward to the window. There is zero wait; they immediately hand us our food in a bag (am I the only one disturbed when it takes no time at all to prepare fast food? I guess they just had it already sitting around...ew). My sandwich comes in a box with a label that reads, "Friday." This is Tuesday! What is that supposed to mean? (Maybe I don't want to know.) I force myself to eat as much as I can of the lukewarm, dry-pattied burger (after all, it did cost six dollars!). I feel so disgusting when I come home that I eat a bunch of fruit, some plain yogurt, and an oatmeal muffin, as if those foods could cancel out eating the burger.

By the way, if you're wondering, I took a pregnancy test yesterday and one this morning, and they were both negative. My hypothesis is that I kicked my body back into amenorrhea because I've been letting Baby Boy sleep with me in bed almost the whole night and nursing him frequently, for better or for worse.

Oh, one more thing: I went through all my old posts and changed names to "Hubby" and "Baby Boy," removed locations, etc. This is just for the safety and privacy of my family. If you are a long-time reader, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't use their real names. Thanks a lot! Otherwise, I will have to switch to moderating comments.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

I'm Back!

I missed blogging too much. :-) I'm back, and I'll try to be posting regularly.

Baby Boy is 7 1/2 months old now. He is eating solid foods now, which I make myself by pureeing and freezing foods in ice cube trays (I learned about that from the book Super Baby Food on my reading list). He loves to suck his thumb, which gets lots of smiles when we're out and about. He is normally a pretty cheerful guy, but he has had a cold and slight fever for a couple of days, so he is grumpy and miserable and not sleeping very well. I've been nursing him a lot and giving him some extra T.L.C.

Not that I really need another hobby, but I love having candles burning in my home and have always wanted to try making them myself. I ordered some candle making supplies last week, and they arrived today. I made my first batch tonight (a tropical fruit/coconut scent), so the house smells pretty yummy!

We are moving in two weeks, and I haven't yet begun to pack (although I did get rid of some things the other day). We have been living in a one-bedroom apartment for so long, I'm sure the three-bedroom apartment we're moving to will seem like a palace!

Hubby recently started a full-time technology job, which suits him to a "T." He has to work an average of 8 hours a day, but which hours he works is up to him. It is different having him gone all day, but Baby Boy and I are adjusting. We surely love it when he comes home. I think it's the highlight of Baby Boy's day. When I hear Hubby pull in the driveway or come up the stairs, I announce, "Papa's home!" and Baby Boy flails his arms and looks at the door expectantly. It's so cute!