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| I have my CPR and First Aid certification classes tomorrow through the Red Cross for my Girls on the Run coaching. I have yet to have mentioned it because I'm still on the fence about it. I was supposed to go for the coaches training on Friday, but having been up nearly all night with Ethan, I had to cancel and reschedule for next Saturday. I'm real nervous about leaving Ethan tomorrow, but he seems to have improved a little since this morning. We had a partially solid stool, which I almost did a dance over. I couldn't help myself, seeing that he has had nothing solid whatsoever for the past almost week. I know Jason can handle it, especially since Ethan seems to be on the upswing, but there's some things that only a Mommy can do. Back to this Girls on the Run thing. http://www.girlsontherunkazoo.org There are a few things that I know with this. Yes, I know I'm pregnant. Yes, I know that I'm going to be like 7 months pregnant by the time the 5K happens. Yes, I know I won't be able to do much running between now and then. GOTR is about teaching girls self esteem and healthy living more than it is about boot-camping them into running a 5K. There's different training exercises that help them develop their running as well as relationships with other girls on the team. I'm a coach on a 3-coach team, so I won't have to do so much running. The other two coaches will take most of that brunt. I'm really excited about the journey, but I'm nervous about the commitment it requires. It's only 2 days a week for about an hour and a half each time, but the coaches have to organize several other events beyond the practices and stuff. Well, tomorrow is the determining factor. It's the only day I could possibly do the First Aid training, and if I go, I'm not going to drop out of the other stuff. My job doesn't "require" volunteer work, per se, but we are encouraged to do as much volunteer work as possible. This is a good opportunity, too, for me to build coaching experience so I can take extra duty through the school district (I dream to be a girls' cross country coach). Everything will be fine once the new secretary in my office gets hired and I don't have to work as many hours (that should be by the end of this month) and Ethan is back to 100%. Until then, I just have to hang in there. Whew! |
| So Ethan saw his doctor yesterday. He has gastroenteritis. Doctor Alfarez put him on a clear liquid diet through today and then a brat diet until his stools return to normal. If the diarrhea persists with the reintroduction of foods, then I put him back on a liquid diet for another day. If he starts to run a fever or he seems to get worse, I'm to call the doctor's cell phone first and then we'll probably have to take him to the E.R. I was complimented because, despite the amount of stools he's having and the amount of vomitting he had the night before, he was pretty well hydrated. I was finally able to get him to drink Pedialyte yesterday morning, so I think that was a big part of it. He wouldn't eat his jello this morning. I think he's getting tired of it. So I offered him some applesauce, and he ate a little, then he drank a bunch of pedialyte. Now he's watching Cars, again, for the 4000th time in 3 days. I can recite the lines by heart after this week. lol In other news, we finally came up with a baby name for a girl, and we had a baby name for a boy when we first found out we were pregnant. I may or may not have used the actual names we chose in this survey. Can you guess what they are?
The survey is just for fun, but feel free to tell me how redneck some of the boy names are (a couple are Jason's family's names - LOL) and how old lady some of the girl names are (a couple are Jason's family's names again - LOL). Either way, you get 100 GPs just for completing the survey, so it isn't a complete waste of your time. |
| I had a rough weekend, didn't feel well with headaches and stuff. I went to physical therapy on Monday and felt a little better. I didn't get home until late, though, and I felt like jello by the time I got home so basically came home and laid on the couch. My food didn't make it here until like 9:30 - 9:45 on Friday. The delivery driver got in 2 accidents trying to deliver. It was insane and by the time he got there I felt so horrible and guilty that I couldn't even barely eat. Ethan's had the flu or something all week. It started Monday with a little bit of loose stool, and has progressed to full-blown diarrhea and vomitting. We thought it was getting better yesterday, but then it took a turn overnight and he was up for 2 - 3 hours last night, throwing up every 1/2 hour. I felt so bad for my poor baby. He couldn't even hold himself up by the time his stomach finally calmed down and just about every blanket and towel in our house was covered in some amount of vomit. Jason and I are both wiped after that. This is the first time he's really been sick like this. I don't know what to do, but I'm just trying to do what I do for myself when I get sick. Keep hydrated, eat a bland diet, all that other good stuff. Since I was up half the night, and then just sleeping lightly once he finally went to sleep, I'm wiped. Jason got a little bit more sleep than me, but not much. I had called the doctor about his continued diarrhea yesterday, and he told me to give it one more day. His office doesn't open until 9, but at 9, I'm calling and requesting for Ethan to be seen. If they can't see him, I'll probably take him to immediate care. There might not be anything that they can do for him besides tell me to let it ride out, but I think 5 days is long enough for him to be sick before I get really concerned. And I'm really concerned at this point. |
| Went and saw the ob-doc just to see that everything was OK and it was. They listened to the heart tones first, and the baby's heart was strong, plus s/he kicked the thing twice, as if to say, "Will you leave me the hell alone already? Geeze!" lol The insurance company contacted me, so our van will be fixed. The deductible ought to be waved because it wasn't our fault and we have broad-collision coverage, which waves the deductible in the event that another driver was determined to be at fault. I should be able to get a massage or two without a problem. My health insurance company will be working with the auto insurance company to make sure that we don't have to pay for anything in the end (even if we have to put something out of pocket initially). In other news, my big boss approved the purchase of a color copier/printer/fax/scanner, but it will have to be purchased with next year's grant money because it is going to cost more than $5,000, which means a budget item will have to be made specifically for the purchase. I was really nervous about talking to her about the research I had done and everything because I had no clue how she was going to respond and I'd never really dealt with her before at that level. My office bosses were very impressed and happy with the information I presented because they were nervous that I had wasted my time with the research and my breath trying to talk the big boss into the investment, and instead the big boss ended up seeing the point I made as valid and liked the idea as a method of long-term cost savings. Jason and his Dad are taking Ethan to swimming class tomorrow, so I won't have to worry about my neck and shoulder problems impeding on his having fun. Ethan loves his Papa so he'll be excited that Papa is there, watching him. We were supposed to have food delivered almost an hour ago, but there was a "mishap" and now we're still waiting for it. I feel bad because the weather took a bad turn shortly after we ordered it. Ethan still hasn't had dinner, yet, and his bed time was almost 45 minutes ago! The place we ordered from called and they're giving us a free 2 liter of soda for the inconvenience, and I still feel bad that the delivery person is having to try to deliver to us in this weather. I want nachos, though, damnit, and I don't want to go out myself! lol Oh well. Whatever. Hopefully I'll get to eat so that I can get to some of the reviews that I owe people. Blah. |
| I hurt. Jason hurts. Ethan seems to be OK, but 2-year-olds don't express pain quite as articulately as older kids. He was up sometime last night. I don't remember the exact time, but we brought him back to bed with us because he wouldn't settle back down. In bed with us, he acted like he couldn't get comfortable. After 15 to 20 minutes of squirming around, he snuggled up against me and went to sleep. Jason said he thinks its because Ethan was worried about me. Seeing me get in the ambulance scared him a little. They had suggested I go to triage to get checked out and offered to transport me, but I knew he would really freak out then, if Mommy got in the ambulance and didn't come back out. I'm debating if I should go to the ob-doc today just for peace of mind. I'm pretty sure that everything is OK, but part of me is like, "Do you REALLY know for sure?" Ugh. I keep having a muscle spasm in my middle finger that makes me press the k key involuntarily. Annoying. Anyway, I think I'm going to spread out on the couch and get a little bit more rest. The only thing I want to do is to sit in a warm bath and soak, and I can't because I was told to absolutely not apply heat to anywhere that is hurting. If I'm going to do anything, I need to ice it. Ice doesn't make me feel as soothed. I guess I'll settle for a hot tea, instead. |
| So much for an uneventful evening. We went to the mall this evening so I could get a support belt for my belly so I could help the back spasms. We went to the pretzel stand, got a pretzel and lemonade, ate it and started towards home. We drove most of the way home, were less than a mile from our house, and there were firetrucks and other emergency vehicle sirens everywhere. Jason stopped the van before the intersection so that the firetruck could go through, and the guy behind us hit us at full speed. I was looking to the left at the fire truck, and my neck jerked pretty good forward. Jason and Ethan didn't absorb as much of the impact as I did, apparently. Oh, and my lemonade. We're going to have to have the carpets steam cleaned to get the sugar out. Everybody is OK, I think. Baby-on-board is OK, I think. I have to stay laying down for the night, call if I have any pain, and call if I don't feel the baby move by tomorrow afternoon (I think I've already felt movement - it's hard to know for sure because it's just sort of like gas with the occasional muscle-poke. The van, on the other hand, is mostly OK. The back bumper is going to need replacement. It's not mangled or anything, but it's damaged. The other guy's car was pretty well trashed in the front, although it was still driveable. We had an ambulance come check me out to make sure I was OK. My blood pressure was elevated, which would be pretty normal for anyone who was just in a collision. My heart rate was normal. My neck and shoulders were stiff, and my hips are a little sore, but that's all pretty normal, too. Thankfully, I don't have to be to work first thing in the morning. Something tells me it's going to be tough to get out of bed. I've already been to the chiropractor. I called him immediately after I called my midwife, and he saw us a little after 8 tonight because he's going out of town for the next week. He referred us to another chiropractor to see while he's gone, and I think I'm going to go see a massuse, too. The insurance company ought to pay for it. Anyway, I'm going to go lay down some more. My shoulder is really bothering me. And I'm tired. |
| Wasting the last few minutes at work because I don't have much of anything else to do. I can't help it that I'm so efficient at my job(s) that I can't fill a whole day with what is given me as tasks. I get to sleep in tomorrow and come in at 11:30! Woohoo! Not really. The only reason why is because we have a meeting at 3:30 or something like that and my boss has requested my presence (as in, "I expect you to attend or else."). I have to try to talk to big boss into allowing us to purchase a new, color, print/scan/fax/copy machine. We know we can get away with a black & white model, but it would save us money in the long-run to buy color and transition all of our printing to it. Anyway, all of that is boring, but whatever. I have to try to research what is the average life of an HP LaserJet so that I can honestly say that we'll have to replace it before the life wears out on a new copying machine. (We have a 2 - 3 year old printer now. Do you know the answer to this, Holly Jahangiri  ?)I'm exhausted. Hopefully I won't spend so much damned time working next week so that I can actually spend some quality time with my son. OK a big thunderboom just errupted outside. I think that's my cue to leave. |
| Two years ago today, at this exact time, I was at the hospital walking the halls, pausing when a contraction would hit, excited and terrified that that was going to be the day I would forever become someone's mother. At 11:54 p.m. tonight, my son will be two years old, to the exact minute. In the past two years, I have watched him grow from a tiny, tiny little baby boy, into a smart, troublemaking little boy. He has learned so much that it's impossible for me to even remember him at the mere 5 pounds, 10 ounces, and 18 3/4 inches long that he was born as. Time flies by so fast. Pretty soon, we'll be celebrating the arrival of a brother or sister for Ethan. Then we'll be celebrating his third Christmas and shortly after that his third birthday. I feel the safety net that I offer him slowly slipping out of my fingers, and I am happy and sad about it all at once. My hope over the next year is that he continues to grow into a little boy who is caring, considerate, sensitive, and tough. I hope that he continues to excel and learn and grow. I hope that I can continue to offer him the love and attention he needs in order to be a happy, healthy, well-rounded little man. Happy birthday, Ethan. Mommy loves you!  |
I'm not sure if it's because my work decided that Writing.Com wasn't an appropriate site for an educational institution (which I would never imagine happening), or if some of you used the word anal too many times in your responses to my Anal Juice entry. I couldn't read or respond to emails where I had been able to previously, and then I couldn't view that blog entry's comments.  You're all a bunch of sick bastards who have an anal fixation, and I think that's what got filtered and banned.Since I got the dogs vaccinated yesterday, I went today to get their licenses. Thankfully, I didn't have to take them, but I did have to drive there, find the damned place, then find a damn parking place, then wait in line for just about my entire lunch break. They had two lines. One was the "express" line, where you paid exact change or check only for your license, and another line that was for those without exact change or whatever or who needed more than just the license. I got in the "express" line, thinking it would be faster, but it wasn't. The girls in the "non-express" line were calling the next person in line from the "express" line over whenever the line was empty, so as to speed things along. I was the next person in line, and there came an opening. I get ready to take a step over that-a-way, and the asshole in line behind me cuts me off and cuts in line! "Thanks," I said with as much sarcasm as I could muster. (It really wasn't that hard, as I'm sure you could imagine.) "I don't mind waiting a little extra at all because I'm not in a big hurry to get back to work or anything." The guy looks at me. "Sorry," he says, making no attempt to go back to his spot in line. "Don't mention it and I won't mention that for someone who's sorry, you haven't done anything to make it right, like move back to your spot in line." He turned to the cashier and started his transaction. If the girl in the "express" line hadn't called for next just then, I'd have probably gone over and wrung the guy's neck. But she did, so he was safe. The best revenge that I was able to get out of it, though, was even though I started my transaction after him, I walked out before him. Damn inconsiderate, asshole men. At least I got to love on the big, fat, orange cat, though. He was adorable as hell and worth the 20 minutes in line. |
| I saw the Virgin Mary in my Kleenex this morning after I blew my nose. Her robes were a bit bloody, and her face was a yellowish color. I wonder how much I'd get for it on eBay. Maybe, instead of selling it on eBay, I should hold a vigil until Easter, where people light candles, say prayers, and bring flowers to my snot rag. If I set it up, do you think they will come? It would be great to not have to buy Easter lilies this year but still have my house decorated. At least the front yard, anyway. Seriously. How silly can people be? I could see the Virgin Mary or whatever I wanted in my Cheerio bowl every morning if that's what I was looking to find. No disrespect meant to Catholics who aren't quick to find something where there isn't. Well... maybe a little... but not on purpose. http://www.cnn.com/video/player/player.html?url=/video/offbeat/2007/02/26/bargui... |
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