Memory Tag!!
1. Add a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments. I can't wait to see what people remember.
It'll be fun! I tag all of y'all!
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Thursday, July 17, 2008
Home Sick
I really thought/hoped/prayed/wished/sacrificed-innocent-little-animals that I would skip out on Alan's cold. After all, he is really sick and downing Nyquil. I can down, well, Tylenol. He has no appetite. I must eat every three hours...and gross stuff, at that. Ander needs childcare and we are useless. (Fortunately, he's pretty self-sufficient. He's sitting in his booster seat, watching tv, and feeding himself yogurt. But NOT the "baby kind." Because, HOLY MOSES, he (shouted really loud) "WILL NOT EAT THE BABY KIND!" Ugh. Sigh. And can I go back to bed?
Last night, I started with a stuffy nose. A bit of sneezing. A mild cough.
Today, sore throat and crusty eyes.
And I'm having coffee with Doris tonight! Being sick is not an option.
Etcetera.
Last night, I started with a stuffy nose. A bit of sneezing. A mild cough.
Today, sore throat and crusty eyes.
And I'm having coffee with Doris tonight! Being sick is not an option.
Etcetera.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
All The Things That Suck About Losing Electricty
I took off early to spend time with Ander. During his nap, I was working. Diligently.
Pop. The electricity went off.
No ice. No cold water. No A/C. NO INTERNET!!! Limited time on my computer battery. No way to cook my preplanned, diabetic-approved snack.
Ugh. So now we are at CCs. Wonder how long the crayons and puzzle will keep Ande occupied?
Etcetera.
Pop. The electricity went off.
No ice. No cold water. No A/C. NO INTERNET!!! Limited time on my computer battery. No way to cook my preplanned, diabetic-approved snack.
Ugh. So now we are at CCs. Wonder how long the crayons and puzzle will keep Ande occupied?
Etcetera.
I Hate the GD Diet
Did I complain about the gestational diabetes yesterday? Well, here I go again. Get used to it, I guess.
Breakfast is simple enough. Whole wheat waffles and bacon. Snack - watermelon and cottage cheese. Lunch...hmmm...3 carbs (1 starch, 1 milk, 1 fruit), salad w/ cheese and bacon. The problem? Those 3 carbs. When you cannot eat "normal" carbs (like cookies :/), what do you eat? Snack - banana and pb. I'll be home in time for supper. Guess I'll go pack my suitcase full of food now.
Sigh.
Etcetera.
Breakfast is simple enough. Whole wheat waffles and bacon. Snack - watermelon and cottage cheese. Lunch...hmmm...3 carbs (1 starch, 1 milk, 1 fruit), salad w/ cheese and bacon. The problem? Those 3 carbs. When you cannot eat "normal" carbs (like cookies :/), what do you eat? Snack - banana and pb. I'll be home in time for supper. Guess I'll go pack my suitcase full of food now.
Sigh.
Etcetera.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Gestational Diabetes
I see the nutritionist this afternoon.
Ander is well taken care of, as he is joining his Maw Maw, cousins, and favorite aunt and uncle (sorry, Sunny, but he said it not me) in Biloxi on a beach and bowling trip. He chatted about it the whole way there. He'll spend the night and I'll pick him up from my mom's house as usual tomorrow.
In the meantime, I have to deal with the GD. The weird thing is that my blood sugars soared at my MIL's house. But now that I'm home, they are either normal or drop. It doesn't seem to matter what I eat. It's pretty hard to justify not having orange juice, fruit, or milk while pregnant, if your blood sugars are stable. So I'm going to talk to the dietician. As my sugars get worse (and they probably will later in pregnancy), I will eat perfectly if that's what it takes to control them. But in the meantime, I refuse to cut out cereal and milk, fruit, and oj if it isn't really affecting the baby. I have mostly cut out the junk, like brownies and cupcakes, but that's good for me anyway.
Did I mention yet that the "big boy bed' was an instant and amazing success? My kid loves it! I should have done that ages ago.
Etcetera.
Ander is well taken care of, as he is joining his Maw Maw, cousins, and favorite aunt and uncle (sorry, Sunny, but he said it not me) in Biloxi on a beach and bowling trip. He chatted about it the whole way there. He'll spend the night and I'll pick him up from my mom's house as usual tomorrow.
In the meantime, I have to deal with the GD. The weird thing is that my blood sugars soared at my MIL's house. But now that I'm home, they are either normal or drop. It doesn't seem to matter what I eat. It's pretty hard to justify not having orange juice, fruit, or milk while pregnant, if your blood sugars are stable. So I'm going to talk to the dietician. As my sugars get worse (and they probably will later in pregnancy), I will eat perfectly if that's what it takes to control them. But in the meantime, I refuse to cut out cereal and milk, fruit, and oj if it isn't really affecting the baby. I have mostly cut out the junk, like brownies and cupcakes, but that's good for me anyway.
Did I mention yet that the "big boy bed' was an instant and amazing success? My kid loves it! I should have done that ages ago.
Etcetera.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Trying Church
We were going to church very regularly when I was pregnant with Ander and after he was born. We did that for quite a while. Then we moved and St. George was quite a drive away. But we went anyway.
Somehow, between a child who could not sit still, a horrible cryroom, and the tension at our house of getting three of us ready for Mass on time, we quit going. Or we went, and had fights on the way. It was not peaceful. It was not productive.
Ander is older. He understands timeout perfectly. He can sit and look at a book for several minutes. He talks alot, but, well, God gave him that voice, right?
We are also trying the Catholic Church right by my house. Father Michael, a newish priest from who did his first year in Paulina, has moved there. Plus, it's in walking distance of my home (if there were sidewalks and trees and we had a half hour to get to church...but, really, not a bad walk).
I hope this goes well. I've always thought church should be a peaceful experience.
Etcetera.
Somehow, between a child who could not sit still, a horrible cryroom, and the tension at our house of getting three of us ready for Mass on time, we quit going. Or we went, and had fights on the way. It was not peaceful. It was not productive.
Ander is older. He understands timeout perfectly. He can sit and look at a book for several minutes. He talks alot, but, well, God gave him that voice, right?
We are also trying the Catholic Church right by my house. Father Michael, a newish priest from who did his first year in Paulina, has moved there. Plus, it's in walking distance of my home (if there were sidewalks and trees and we had a half hour to get to church...but, really, not a bad walk).
I hope this goes well. I've always thought church should be a peaceful experience.
Etcetera.