I wish there were words to describe just how funny it is to stand in the hall watching your pre-schooler swiffer the music room in a pajama shirt and underwear while singing “Natural Woman” at the top of her lungs. Sadly, the English language just isn’t expressive enough.
Author Archives: Sherry
It's about time
In the throes of tantrum city, Hayley ripped the foot off of “Cheep-Cheep”, a little stuffed knit duck that was actually meant to be an Easter decoration but to which she has formed an odd and spontaneous attachment over the past few days. I just sewed it back on. A seamstress I am not (you should see me trying to thread a frickin’ needle), so it’s not an beautiful job but the foot is back on and Cheep-Cheep is waiting on the kitchen counter for her tomorrow morning.
After almost three years, I *finally* feel like a real mother now that I’ve officially nursed a wounded stuffed toy back to good health.
New entry
You’d think that every once in awhile I might write a journal entry early in the day, but no. Apparently not.
New entry is up! Lots of pictures, yay.
I'm a grammar geek
This is floating around over on LJ and I couldn’t resist. This is why I can read books like Eats, Shoots, and Leaves and laugh loudly and nod my head, and even shout, “YES, EXACTLY!” on occasion.
Because although I can handle typos and some grammatical errors, overall poor grammar makes me want to stab myself with a pen.
Little reminder
This is pretty much just a little reminder for me. I’m watching 20/20 and they’re talking about vampires (one of my favorite things!) and there’s a new book out called The Historian. It sounds really good and much to my utter SHOCK, our crappy library is in the process of obtaining it. I can’t reserve it since they don’t actually have it but I want to remind myself to keep checking back or to call them on Monday to see if you can get it put on hold manually by phone.
And speaking of the library, I’m such a spaz that I forgot I had a DVD on hold until today so now I have to hope they’ll still have it on Monday. It’s a dinosaur DVD that I’m hoping will be interesting for Hayley to see.
Belly shot, 27 weeks
I’m 27 weeks and 5 days today, so I used my handy dandy self-timer to take a new picture of my big old torpedo belly.
It totally cracks me up to see how much my belly button is sticking out.
Afternoon appointments suck
Every single prenatal appointment from the beginning of this pregnancy to the extras they book past your due date (just in case) have been scheduled for the morning. It’s just more convenient because kids are usually in a better mood earlier in the day, and since MissH has to come with me, that’s a good arrangement. When you already have a child they also ask if you want morning appointments because of the assumption that they’ll be napping later in the day (ha, don’t I wish!).
Unfortunately, when the nurse cancelled our appointment for Monday because she was sick, everything got jumbled all over the place and I got saddled with a 2 pm appointment today. Honestly, I would probably just skip it altogether since next month starts the every-two-weeks appointments anyway and I can’t even think of a single damn question that I need to ask so I wouldn’t mind not bothering, but I have to go because I need to be scheduled for my glucose screen next week (oh fucking YAY) and also my Rhogam injection on the same day. Poo.
It’s just a big lethargic situation. When I have a 9:30 appointment, I do have to get myself and MissH up earlier than normal, but you get up, get dressed, eat, and go without stopping for much of anything. I’ve been up since 8 am though and I just don’t FEEL like going out to the damn hospital now. But of course I will. Besides, what with Murphy’s Law and all, if I did cancel my appointment today I’d end up having some bizarre complication tomorrow. It will be nice to hear the heart beat anyway, and to see if my weight gain is what I think it is (our scale is a bit off so I’m not 100% sure but I think I’ve gained 13-15 pounds so far).
I just need to get motivated now because George’s dad is picking us up in about 40 minutes and I still need to pack MissH’s portable toilet seat, a bottle of water for myself, a book in case I have to wait awhile, and possibly my knitting since I really want to finish MissH’s scarf so I can move on to my own. Oh, and maybe I should go stick my contact lenses in my eyes and brush my teeth.
Must.stop.procrastinating!
My condolences
Someone from a military server found my weblog by doing a search for gangrene of stomach fluttering. No info on that here, but dude. I’m really sorry about your, ah, condition.
Canadian Idol – The Guess Who theme week
Good and bad show. Spoilers below.
Writer's block
I’m finding that I’m having more and more trouble updating my journal these days. It’s not because I don’t have anything in particular to say (when has that ever stopped me?) and it’s not because there’s some huge thing going on in my life that I can’t talk about (as was the case when I first found out I was pregnant). I just feel a little blah about the journal. I’m starting to wonder if I should put it on hiatus for awhile and just create a new category here on the weblog for journal-ish entries. Or just use this as a journal, period.
I don’t know. I’ve had a journal online since 1998. I’ve never managed to keep a paper journal for a whole year, let alone seven years (!) so I’m a little reluctant to give it up but I have to think about it.
Writing on your website about writing on your website. That’s just weird, isn’t it?
Speaking of weird, have you ever walked outside and instantly panicked because you can’t remember what you’re wearing? I’m pretty much never still in my pajamas by the time George comes home; I usually change into some clothes before lunch time. And yet, when he came home I ran downstairs (read: I waddled my big belly downstairs) to take out the garbage and check the mail and as soon as I was crossing the parking lot I freaked out: Was I still wearing pajama pants? Did I have shoes on or slippers? Am I dressed appropriately for being out in semi-public?
I do that all the time and yet I have never once in my life accidentally gone out in a state of undress. I have no idea what’s wrong with me. It’s like a constant worry that those “I’m naked in public” dreams are going to actually happen.