I saw one of those cool air cans, used to blow the dust out of keyboards, on my mom's counter. Cool. I picked it up and sprayed it on my hand, to feel the breeze.
It was oil, not air. Dammit.
Why oh why was the temp, in December, 82 degrees?
And a big shout out thank you to those who decorate their yards with Christmas lights. We are too cheap and too lazy to do so, but all those blow up Santas and fancy lights keep my child very happy on the dark commute home.
Etcetera.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
Doing My Part
In the interest of science (and, merely coincidentally), I tried the new Fruity Pebbles to find out whether they are truly "Now Even Tastier" as promised.
Nope. Exactly the same. Perhaps a dash sweeter, which isn't a good thing, seeing as they started out too sweet.
Alan and I attended the LA House of Reps Christmas party this year. We met the Speaker's wife (wonderfully sweet lady), a representative I know through the legal community, and Alan's co-workers. The Lt. Gov. was there, but I didn't get to meet him. How did we end up there? It was surreal.
Did I mention that I ate far more than my share of shrimp cocktail and pecan pork roast? Yummy, and free.
Oh, and the Ds watched Ander. Ander came home happy and fed, which is how I like him. He *might* have picked up a few *special* words from Mr. P, but that's the risk you assume when you send Ander to the Ds house. ;) Alan and I really need to swap sitting with the Ds more often so that the adults can party more.
When and where did my son learn to insert the words three, eight, ten, and twelve into a twelve count, at the correct time and in the correct space? Hmm. And why not one, two, three...which is what I actually work on?
Etcetera.
Nope. Exactly the same. Perhaps a dash sweeter, which isn't a good thing, seeing as they started out too sweet.
Alan and I attended the LA House of Reps Christmas party this year. We met the Speaker's wife (wonderfully sweet lady), a representative I know through the legal community, and Alan's co-workers. The Lt. Gov. was there, but I didn't get to meet him. How did we end up there? It was surreal.
Did I mention that I ate far more than my share of shrimp cocktail and pecan pork roast? Yummy, and free.
Oh, and the Ds watched Ander. Ander came home happy and fed, which is how I like him. He *might* have picked up a few *special* words from Mr. P, but that's the risk you assume when you send Ander to the Ds house. ;) Alan and I really need to swap sitting with the Ds more often so that the adults can party more.
When and where did my son learn to insert the words three, eight, ten, and twelve into a twelve count, at the correct time and in the correct space? Hmm. And why not one, two, three...which is what I actually work on?
Etcetera.
My Day Has Gone Pretty Well
I managed to burn breakfast, but the second croissant I toasted was yummy. I left home on time (with many thanks to my hubby for dry cleaning my suit), and my hearing went very well.
When I got to the office, I took care of signing whatever needed to be signed, but my internet is down. Working in Paulina has some real drawbacks. So I'm at a coffee shop, twenty minutes away, because lawyers don't use books much anymore and instead, I am tied to the internet to accomplish anything. Sigh.
Etcetera.
When I got to the office, I took care of signing whatever needed to be signed, but my internet is down. Working in Paulina has some real drawbacks. So I'm at a coffee shop, twenty minutes away, because lawyers don't use books much anymore and instead, I am tied to the internet to accomplish anything. Sigh.
Etcetera.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
When Should You Wrap Presents
Maybe sometime soon. You know, like before Christmas. So why are all my presents sitting, unwrapped, on my counter?
Etcetera.
Etcetera.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
This Morning
It's only almost noon, and this morning has already sucked. I had contractions all night, so I didn't sleep very well. I woke up feeling like a zombie. Also, I've had an upset stomach for a couple of days now, and it's really bothering me this morning. But however I felt, I missed most of last week at work due to the miscarriage, so I had to work.
I got to the office, and the internet is down. Of course, the work that is most critical requires internet research. Gre-ate.
So I drove home. By the time I got home, I was falling asleep. I was literally falling down tired. So I layed down, for just a second. And woke up an hour later.
I'm finally at a coffee shop, about to start working. I'll never get everything done.
Stress level extra high.
Etcetera.
I got to the office, and the internet is down. Of course, the work that is most critical requires internet research. Gre-ate.
So I drove home. By the time I got home, I was falling asleep. I was literally falling down tired. So I layed down, for just a second. And woke up an hour later.
I'm finally at a coffee shop, about to start working. I'll never get everything done.
Stress level extra high.
Etcetera.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
For Those Who Don't Know
I had a miscarriage yesterday, at 8 1/2 weeks. Some of you didn't even know I was pregnant yet, because we were waiting on a heartbeat. We never got one. The baby never developed, so yesterday I had a surgery to remove the pregnancy, since the sac kept growing and growing and making me pregnant and sick, but with no baby inside.
So many of my friends have gone through this, and often I didn't know until much later in their lives. I've decided to actively tell people instead. That way, if someone else goes through it in the future, they will know that I understand and they can come to me to talk.
Physically, the recovery is much easier than any recovery from surgery I've ever had. Emotionally, this is probably the hardest thing I've ever gone through. I've known since Monday that the pregnancy was in trouble, so it's not like yesterday was a shock. But I'm not sure I'll ever get used to this.
A huge downfall of actually believing the life begins at conception means that I believe that even if no cells ever divided (the scientific reality is that a few cells probably divided, and then they stopped because of a chromosonal problem), there was a new life inside of me. On one hand, I thought my belief of life at conception was basically a religious teaching that I had accepted, but I realize now that I have absolute, 100% belief in life at conception.
I'm still pro-choice. I'm actually more pro-choice now, because I know better now that conception issues are so sticky that I believe the mom, dad, religious advisors, and medical professions need to make the decisions. For example, my doctor was able to assure me that he was 100% certain that there was no live or viable baby, nor was there a possibility of one. My sac was easy to see and rather large, so it was clear that it was empty. My numbers were extremely low. That made a D&C (the surgery that removes the pregnancy) much easier to accept.
But for a rare minority of women, their is a minute chance of viability, and what do they do? It's easy for me. If the baby isn't clearly dead already, I would not have a D&C. But what if you believe the baby is dead, but maybe won't ever get proof, because your pregnancy sac is hard to see. How long do you wait? What if you start to get an infection? Should a woman be forced to miscarry into a toilet, just because science isn't advanced enough yet to decide if the never-happened-before miracle will happen today? I just don't want to government making those decisions. Let the woman, and her husband, and the doctors, and the Church, and her heart, make those decisions. The government cannot mandate life. Life has to come from the soul.
Also, I've noticed a lot of people telling Alan to go support his wife. He is supporting me. He is amazing. But what about him? Why do so many well-meaning people forget that Daddy lost a baby, too? It's not fair the way we treat men in society. It's not fair that we minimize the role of Daddy. We don't minimize it in my household, and I hope that is an example to the rest of the world. But what I've seen, especially when people find out that Alan does the childcare or is upset over the miscarriage, is that men are just expected to be in a support role for parenting, and that is not fair.
Etcetera.
So many of my friends have gone through this, and often I didn't know until much later in their lives. I've decided to actively tell people instead. That way, if someone else goes through it in the future, they will know that I understand and they can come to me to talk.
Physically, the recovery is much easier than any recovery from surgery I've ever had. Emotionally, this is probably the hardest thing I've ever gone through. I've known since Monday that the pregnancy was in trouble, so it's not like yesterday was a shock. But I'm not sure I'll ever get used to this.
A huge downfall of actually believing the life begins at conception means that I believe that even if no cells ever divided (the scientific reality is that a few cells probably divided, and then they stopped because of a chromosonal problem), there was a new life inside of me. On one hand, I thought my belief of life at conception was basically a religious teaching that I had accepted, but I realize now that I have absolute, 100% belief in life at conception.
I'm still pro-choice. I'm actually more pro-choice now, because I know better now that conception issues are so sticky that I believe the mom, dad, religious advisors, and medical professions need to make the decisions. For example, my doctor was able to assure me that he was 100% certain that there was no live or viable baby, nor was there a possibility of one. My sac was easy to see and rather large, so it was clear that it was empty. My numbers were extremely low. That made a D&C (the surgery that removes the pregnancy) much easier to accept.
But for a rare minority of women, their is a minute chance of viability, and what do they do? It's easy for me. If the baby isn't clearly dead already, I would not have a D&C. But what if you believe the baby is dead, but maybe won't ever get proof, because your pregnancy sac is hard to see. How long do you wait? What if you start to get an infection? Should a woman be forced to miscarry into a toilet, just because science isn't advanced enough yet to decide if the never-happened-before miracle will happen today? I just don't want to government making those decisions. Let the woman, and her husband, and the doctors, and the Church, and her heart, make those decisions. The government cannot mandate life. Life has to come from the soul.
Also, I've noticed a lot of people telling Alan to go support his wife. He is supporting me. He is amazing. But what about him? Why do so many well-meaning people forget that Daddy lost a baby, too? It's not fair the way we treat men in society. It's not fair that we minimize the role of Daddy. We don't minimize it in my household, and I hope that is an example to the rest of the world. But what I've seen, especially when people find out that Alan does the childcare or is upset over the miscarriage, is that men are just expected to be in a support role for parenting, and that is not fair.
Etcetera.