Poor Mr. Naughtypants has pinkeye. Which means Thunder and Fiona are not too far behind. sigh. I asked how he could get that when the cats are not allowed outside and the vet said that since it is viral if there is a stray around outside it could get in the house that way.
My little lambchop. They shaved his butt too, because he is so fluffy that they could not find his hiney to take his temperature. LOL. Insult to injury. Put in the carrier, have someone shave his butt, stick something up his ass, and then poke around in his eye. Poor baby. He was an angel the whole time.
Today I am deep cleaning Mom's room and shutting the door. And the kitchen. Sadly, no door to shut in there. I would like to clean the bathroom, but the bathrooms at the new house are not quite ready yet. They have to be ready tomorrow, or we will be taking sponge baths.
Even though I have been wearing gloves and using a heavy duty cream, after nearly two weeks of this my hands are a disaster. Peeling, flaking, rough, chipped nails, a little excema, ugh.
I told Mr. as soon as the dust settles we HAVE to look at the budget and see if I can go to the salon and get patched up. I am not one to care what I look like generally but this is bad even for me.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Mr. Naughtypants is headed to the vet.
Poor Mr. Naughtypants's eye is all winky. There is is damp around it too. So we have a 9 am vet appointment. It's not with our regular vet, it's with a new one that could see him right away. My poor winky baby. Hopefully it will not cost more than a few hundred dollars.
Aside from poor Mr. Naughtypants, I am trapped in the apartment today deep cleaning. Ugh. I just deep cleaned the kitchen at the new house yesterday. It literally took all day. I had scrubbed the cabinets two days ago, and the oven. That took hours, everything was covered in a film of grease.
I almost threw up when I took the grate off the bottom of the fridge. ICK.
Then I looked at the gleaming kitchen and sighed in relief- at least one part of the house was fully functional. Not two minutes later Mr. was sanding drywall and that means my kitchen is going to be coated in dust.
Our bed came yesterday. The box spring won't fit up the stairs so we have to return the box spring and get a split one. The mattress is in the bedroom and we did make the bed. It is going to take at least a week to get the new box spring, because they only deliver to our neighborhood once a week. I AM SICK OF SLEEPING ON A MATTRESS ON THE FLOOR I AM NOT A COLLEGE STUDENT DAMMIT.
On the other hand, I did get carded yesterday when I went to buy beer. And I don't think they were sucking up, because a woman did it. She told me I looked very young. It was the nicest thing that happened all day.
All I could think yesterday when I was scrubbing was that there is no end in sight. wimper.
Aside from poor Mr. Naughtypants, I am trapped in the apartment today deep cleaning. Ugh. I just deep cleaned the kitchen at the new house yesterday. It literally took all day. I had scrubbed the cabinets two days ago, and the oven. That took hours, everything was covered in a film of grease.
I almost threw up when I took the grate off the bottom of the fridge. ICK.
Then I looked at the gleaming kitchen and sighed in relief- at least one part of the house was fully functional. Not two minutes later Mr. was sanding drywall and that means my kitchen is going to be coated in dust.
Our bed came yesterday. The box spring won't fit up the stairs so we have to return the box spring and get a split one. The mattress is in the bedroom and we did make the bed. It is going to take at least a week to get the new box spring, because they only deliver to our neighborhood once a week. I AM SICK OF SLEEPING ON A MATTRESS ON THE FLOOR I AM NOT A COLLEGE STUDENT DAMMIT.
On the other hand, I did get carded yesterday when I went to buy beer. And I don't think they were sucking up, because a woman did it. She told me I looked very young. It was the nicest thing that happened all day.
All I could think yesterday when I was scrubbing was that there is no end in sight. wimper.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
CD 19 the sexiest thing I ever said.
It was Monday, and I felt a twinge on my left side. I told Mr. I was pretty sure I was ovulating. Then I few hours later I used the bathroom and thought "fuck... EWCM". Because The Big Move was Tuesday and we still had to paint the last coat on our bedroom, clean the downstairs, and finish the first bathroom coat, as well as pull up all the painters tape, and we still had not finished packing at home and it was already 11:00 p.m.
But we all know that ovulation waits for no man. Soooooo I climbed over all the crap in the hallway and walked over to Mr. I said "What if I knew a way to potentially save us hundreds and even thousands of dollars?"
Mr looked up from his painting and said "What?"
I said "Have sex with me."
We both sighed- because we were busy, tired, and had hours of work in front of us.
1:00 a.m. Mr. looked at me and said "I don't see how we will get this done AND have time to have sex."
1:01 a.m. I looked at him and said "It doesn't have to be GOOD sex.
2:30 a.m. We had finished the first bathroom coat, the last coat on the bedroom, pulled up all the tape, shop vacced for two hours, changed the ceiling fan blades,gathered all the garbage, put away all the tools, taken down the shower curtain rod, and cleaned the kitchen.
3:00 a.m. We finally get home.
****bow chica wow wow*****
3:30 a.m. We finally go to sleep.
7:30 a.m. Back up to finish packing.
We had damn well better get pregnant this month because doing it Monday night almost killed us.
We are laying around this morning with the traumatised cats, drinking coffee.
But we all know that ovulation waits for no man. Soooooo I climbed over all the crap in the hallway and walked over to Mr. I said "What if I knew a way to potentially save us hundreds and even thousands of dollars?"
Mr looked up from his painting and said "What?"
I said "Have sex with me."
We both sighed- because we were busy, tired, and had hours of work in front of us.
1:00 a.m. Mr. looked at me and said "I don't see how we will get this done AND have time to have sex."
1:01 a.m. I looked at him and said "It doesn't have to be GOOD sex.
2:30 a.m. We had finished the first bathroom coat, the last coat on the bedroom, pulled up all the tape, shop vacced for two hours, changed the ceiling fan blades,gathered all the garbage, put away all the tools, taken down the shower curtain rod, and cleaned the kitchen.
3:00 a.m. We finally get home.
****bow chica wow wow*****
3:30 a.m. We finally go to sleep.
7:30 a.m. Back up to finish packing.
We had damn well better get pregnant this month because doing it Monday night almost killed us.
We are laying around this morning with the traumatised cats, drinking coffee.
Monday, February 23, 2009
CD 17 ohhh owwwww ohhhhh
Well we finally did figure how to get the wallpaper off. For the record the wallpaper is cream with white and gold stripes. It's nice in a grandma kind of way, but it was peeling and flaking- which is strange since some of it is falling off and some of it holds on harder than a tick.
So we bought a steamer- it's really big and named it Mr. McSteamy. We are making steady progress with that. My room is painted, but instead of a pale pink it looks more like "HI! I'M PINK" We are going to see how it looks today, and after we change the lighting. Mr.'s room needs another coat, and our bedroom needs two more coats.
Today we are going to finish removing the evil wallpaper from downstairs, patch the chips and gouges in the plaster, try and change the two pronged outlets to three prongs, wash the walls, finish Mr.'s room and our room and pack the clothes here so we can be ready for Moving Day.
The crazy wall is almost fixed, but thank God Mr.'s Dad was there. What a nightmare.
We are still within budget, although my food budget is crazy. Yesterday we had four more people come to help than I thought were coming. Which I am very thankful for, because we got a ton of work done and I got to spend time with them. But when you plan on feeding seven and then are feeding lunch and dinner to eleven that is a big difference.
For lunch I made a giant macaroni and cheese, rolls, fruit, and kielbasa. Then two pans of apple crisp. My mother in law brought home made granola bars and my sister in law brought an apple pie.
For dinner I made two frittatas, chicken strips, tater tots, and broccoli with cheese sauce.
Today I DON'T HAVE TO COOK! It's just the two of us and we are eating leftovers all day.
In diet news, I have gained back three pounds. But I am not going to beat myself up about it. I can only imagine it's because I have been making heavier food to feed the guys.
You would think I would lose weight with all the manual labor. I would get thinner, not fatter. Well, I will just have to deal with the fallout later. The intense craziness should be over by next week.
We are just pooped.
I have to figure out what to cook for the big move. Maybe spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread? Maybe that is too messy. Stew? Yeah. A giant beef stew. I can make that and let it cook and it will be lovely. Possibly some more brownies. That would be easy.
So we bought a steamer- it's really big and named it Mr. McSteamy. We are making steady progress with that. My room is painted, but instead of a pale pink it looks more like "HI! I'M PINK" We are going to see how it looks today, and after we change the lighting. Mr.'s room needs another coat, and our bedroom needs two more coats.
Today we are going to finish removing the evil wallpaper from downstairs, patch the chips and gouges in the plaster, try and change the two pronged outlets to three prongs, wash the walls, finish Mr.'s room and our room and pack the clothes here so we can be ready for Moving Day.
The crazy wall is almost fixed, but thank God Mr.'s Dad was there. What a nightmare.
We are still within budget, although my food budget is crazy. Yesterday we had four more people come to help than I thought were coming. Which I am very thankful for, because we got a ton of work done and I got to spend time with them. But when you plan on feeding seven and then are feeding lunch and dinner to eleven that is a big difference.
For lunch I made a giant macaroni and cheese, rolls, fruit, and kielbasa. Then two pans of apple crisp. My mother in law brought home made granola bars and my sister in law brought an apple pie.
For dinner I made two frittatas, chicken strips, tater tots, and broccoli with cheese sauce.
Today I DON'T HAVE TO COOK! It's just the two of us and we are eating leftovers all day.
In diet news, I have gained back three pounds. But I am not going to beat myself up about it. I can only imagine it's because I have been making heavier food to feed the guys.
You would think I would lose weight with all the manual labor. I would get thinner, not fatter. Well, I will just have to deal with the fallout later. The intense craziness should be over by next week.
We are just pooped.
I have to figure out what to cook for the big move. Maybe spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread? Maybe that is too messy. Stew? Yeah. A giant beef stew. I can make that and let it cook and it will be lovely. Possibly some more brownies. That would be easy.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
CD 15 Up Yours wallpaper
I hate you wallpaper manufacturers and installers. I hope you get anal fissures. May you spend eternity peeling heinous wallpaper off plaster walls.
So the wallpaper removal is not going well. I think they used glue made from dinosaur bones and concrete. That shit is NOT coming off. We are actually considering sheet rocking the entire downstairs. Also when we took off the paneling there an exterior wall behind it. But not one of those cool ones that you can paint and have it look nifty. Nope we have to sheet rock over that. So we are behind already. Well, why should I expect our home improvements to go any more smoothly than other peoples?
We are under budget on paint so far, and I am still within my grocery budget. Today we are having sausage and peppers and blueberry pie and apple crisp with vanilla ice cream.
Also we are having a door saga. Our doors are 26 inches wide and standard is 24 or 28, and the length is 78 inches and standard is 80 inches. So basically we are effed with that. We can't buy cheap doors and cut them down and we are going to have to hunt for period doors.
Sigh.
No signs of O yet although it is CD 15. I have been CM monitoring and there is nothing to be seen.
Dear Mighty Wallpaper Gods,
Please have mercy.
love,
Celia and Mr.
So the wallpaper removal is not going well. I think they used glue made from dinosaur bones and concrete. That shit is NOT coming off. We are actually considering sheet rocking the entire downstairs. Also when we took off the paneling there an exterior wall behind it. But not one of those cool ones that you can paint and have it look nifty. Nope we have to sheet rock over that. So we are behind already. Well, why should I expect our home improvements to go any more smoothly than other peoples?
We are under budget on paint so far, and I am still within my grocery budget. Today we are having sausage and peppers and blueberry pie and apple crisp with vanilla ice cream.
Also we are having a door saga. Our doors are 26 inches wide and standard is 24 or 28, and the length is 78 inches and standard is 80 inches. So basically we are effed with that. We can't buy cheap doors and cut them down and we are going to have to hunt for period doors.
Sigh.
No signs of O yet although it is CD 15. I have been CM monitoring and there is nothing to be seen.
Dear Mighty Wallpaper Gods,
Please have mercy.
love,
Celia and Mr.
Friday, February 20, 2009
CD 14
YIKES! Well today is the day. Who is coming over to help strip wallpaper? I had a damn dream about stripping wallpaper. Nice. Why can't I have a dream about Viggo covered in sweat or ( good God the cat is trying to eat packing tape) or a pool of bread pudding with ice cream and pralines?
Nope wallpaper.
So I am going to go get busy. LOL to everyone that wanted me to pack nekkid. Mr. is so used to me wandering around naked he likely would not give it much thought. "Oh Celia is going nude again-hope she closed the blinds." I hate clothes.
Nope wallpaper.
So I am going to go get busy. LOL to everyone that wanted me to pack nekkid. Mr. is so used to me wandering around naked he likely would not give it much thought. "Oh Celia is going nude again-hope she closed the blinds." I hate clothes.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
CD 13 odds and ends
I am going to make breakfast in a little bit. Egg, cheese and canadian bacon on toast, and hazelnut coffee. Yum Yum. Plus, since I am using Eggland's Best and canadian bacon- it is not a total fat/cholesterol fest.
I have to go to the doctors today and pick up a prescription to get some blood work done at a hematologist. Because my doctor wants to further investigate Lumpy. HE IS MY TWINNNNN.
I am making a big batch of chili today, and a split batch of brownies. One turtle, one plain.
We are running around and are going to take apart the bed, dining room table, and the big desk today. We are also packing up the clothes. Mr. thinks if we can get that taken care of we will be in good shape.
Closing is tomorrow. Ovulation should be the day after that. I HAVE to try and lure Mr. away from his packing to the bedroom. I am hoping if I O and we don't have time to do it we can have some stragglers hanging around. Like the people that score after last call at the bar.
We are also going to brush and clip the cats today. They'll love that.
I have to go to the doctors today and pick up a prescription to get some blood work done at a hematologist. Because my doctor wants to further investigate Lumpy. HE IS MY TWINNNNN.
I am making a big batch of chili today, and a split batch of brownies. One turtle, one plain.
We are running around and are going to take apart the bed, dining room table, and the big desk today. We are also packing up the clothes. Mr. thinks if we can get that taken care of we will be in good shape.
Closing is tomorrow. Ovulation should be the day after that. I HAVE to try and lure Mr. away from his packing to the bedroom. I am hoping if I O and we don't have time to do it we can have some stragglers hanging around. Like the people that score after last call at the bar.
We are also going to brush and clip the cats today. They'll love that.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
CD 12
Well, I lured Mr into the bedroom this morning. Hopefully I can get in another round tomorrow. I just started getting a little EWCM, so might possibly O in the next few days.
Mr. thinks we are right on target with packing. Tomorrow I do the cooking to feed the crew. I am making sausage and peppers, chili, rolls, fruit salad, two frittatas, a triple batch of brownies and a pie. We are buying soda, granola bars, and probably pretzels, I have some chocolate too.
We are under budget so far, Mr. thinks we will be spending two hundred dollars less on paint than we thought. Which is great because that is two doors, or a sink. Or a chandelier.... heehee I know I won't get that till last.
So we are packing and listening to Flight of the Conchords. The cats are jumping into every box we try and pack. I have assured each of them that we won't forget to pack them but they are insisting on trying to pack themselves.
Mr. thinks we are right on target with packing. Tomorrow I do the cooking to feed the crew. I am making sausage and peppers, chili, rolls, fruit salad, two frittatas, a triple batch of brownies and a pie. We are buying soda, granola bars, and probably pretzels, I have some chocolate too.
We are under budget so far, Mr. thinks we will be spending two hundred dollars less on paint than we thought. Which is great because that is two doors, or a sink. Or a chandelier.... heehee I know I won't get that till last.
So we are packing and listening to Flight of the Conchords. The cats are jumping into every box we try and pack. I have assured each of them that we won't forget to pack them but they are insisting on trying to pack themselves.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Brighten your day
If you are as chock full o' pissed off about Octomom as I am, I found The Best Song In The Universe, linked on Fresh Intelligence, Radar Online. Which I followed to a blog that I cannot wait to read.
Andrea C. you had damn well better go check this blog out. You can thank me with a baby unicorn when I come back from vacay.
Andrea C. you had damn well better go check this blog out. You can thank me with a baby unicorn when I come back from vacay.
Lumpy Update No Cancer!
No mass. No CANCER! Just some weird fluid. So my dr. is going to call me tomorrow, I guess to tell me what we can do since Lumpy is still there. YAY!
CD 11 carb hangover
I am going to pack like crazy today. We are working at a pretty good clip. I am going to dismantle the buffet today. I pack the breakables and kitchen stuff and Mr.packs heavy things. Can you believe that almost all our books are packed? Three double stacked bookcases and multiple random piles. The books are always the scariest part. There are twenty boxes filled with just books.
It is Mr. Mostly's birthday today. I got up(somehow)and packed his lunch and made him coffee and breakfast. He won't be home till at least 9 because tonight is bowling. I want to surprise him by having a ton of stuff done. He is super happy because Mom gave him a hundred dollar Lowe's gift card. Rosie got him hazelnut coffee and Mary Poppins on dvd. Not to wreck his street cred but Mr. loves Mary Poppins.
We picked Delphine up at the airport yesterday. We had such a great time! And Delphine made a mountain of crepes! BE JEALOUS. YOU SHOULD BE VERY JEALOUS. Seriously, it was a foot high stack of vanilla scented crepes. She had two pans going at once. I helped, because I have never made good crepes and now I am better.
We had crepes with strawberry jam, fresh raspberries, Nutella and banana,and whipped cream. Oh my GAWD. Then we had ice cream cake.
I cannot eat like that ever again I was literally drunk from it. Not good for my hypoglycemia. However, no regrets. How often do you get a Parisian that loves you and wants to fill you full of crepes?
I am going to try and be super productive so I can sneak back up for the morning on Thursday. Delphine brought my sister Suchard chocolates and I got an apron with the cheeses of France on it.
Yesterday when I was running around I thought to myself "I am tired of trying to get pregnant." I stopped for a moment. Then I thought about it some more, kind of like poking myself with a stick. Poke Poke no baby? Poke Poke other pregnant women? Poke Poke forever? Poke poke adoption?
Maybe I just want a break. So I thought about it some yesterday. This morning I asked Mr. if he would mind if I called the RE and pushed our next consult back a month. That I thought I wanted a break.
First he asked what an RE was. LOL. Honey, that's the babydoctor. Dr. Taliadaliaopoulosuramalamadingdong. OH riiiiiight. Then he said I would have to stay on my diet for the break but that he did not mind. Then twenty minutes later he said he thought we should keep the appointment.
Which I am feeling kind of blah about. On the one hand I only have about two months left to have a baby before 2010. And I am OLD. But I am TIRED. Maybe it is foolish to wait since we have waited so long already? For craps sake, we have been seeing the RE for months and they are still working on getting me healthy.
In house news when the sellers were filling the oil tank, they found a leak so they are replacing the oil tank and we will have a brand new one! We considered taking a credit for the oil tank and converting to gas but it would be a few thousand dollars. So we are going to wait. But it is wonderful that the tank broke before we bought the house! Now if only the air conditioning would break....
It is Mr. Mostly's birthday today. I got up(somehow)and packed his lunch and made him coffee and breakfast. He won't be home till at least 9 because tonight is bowling. I want to surprise him by having a ton of stuff done. He is super happy because Mom gave him a hundred dollar Lowe's gift card. Rosie got him hazelnut coffee and Mary Poppins on dvd. Not to wreck his street cred but Mr. loves Mary Poppins.
We picked Delphine up at the airport yesterday. We had such a great time! And Delphine made a mountain of crepes! BE JEALOUS. YOU SHOULD BE VERY JEALOUS. Seriously, it was a foot high stack of vanilla scented crepes. She had two pans going at once. I helped, because I have never made good crepes and now I am better.
We had crepes with strawberry jam, fresh raspberries, Nutella and banana,and whipped cream. Oh my GAWD. Then we had ice cream cake.
I cannot eat like that ever again I was literally drunk from it. Not good for my hypoglycemia. However, no regrets. How often do you get a Parisian that loves you and wants to fill you full of crepes?
I am going to try and be super productive so I can sneak back up for the morning on Thursday. Delphine brought my sister Suchard chocolates and I got an apron with the cheeses of France on it.
Yesterday when I was running around I thought to myself "I am tired of trying to get pregnant." I stopped for a moment. Then I thought about it some more, kind of like poking myself with a stick. Poke Poke no baby? Poke Poke other pregnant women? Poke Poke forever? Poke poke adoption?
Maybe I just want a break. So I thought about it some yesterday. This morning I asked Mr. if he would mind if I called the RE and pushed our next consult back a month. That I thought I wanted a break.
First he asked what an RE was. LOL. Honey, that's the babydoctor. Dr. Taliadaliaopoulosuramalamadingdong. OH riiiiiight. Then he said I would have to stay on my diet for the break but that he did not mind. Then twenty minutes later he said he thought we should keep the appointment.
Which I am feeling kind of blah about. On the one hand I only have about two months left to have a baby before 2010. And I am OLD. But I am TIRED. Maybe it is foolish to wait since we have waited so long already? For craps sake, we have been seeing the RE for months and they are still working on getting me healthy.
In house news when the sellers were filling the oil tank, they found a leak so they are replacing the oil tank and we will have a brand new one! We considered taking a credit for the oil tank and converting to gas but it would be a few thousand dollars. So we are going to wait. But it is wonderful that the tank broke before we bought the house! Now if only the air conditioning would break....
Monday, February 16, 2009
closing in 4 days , cd 9
In a word- busy. Tomorrow I get to see one of my sisters good friends who is flying in from France. Then the day after that is Mr. Mostly's birthday- he will be 29. Yes, yes I am a cradle robber. He is five years younger than me.
We made our budget spread sheet for the move with most important purchases at the top, and purchases that can be delayed toward the bottom. Depending on how much we have left after closing will determine how far down the list we get. Sadly my chandelier is the last thing on the list. Which is only sensible. But it is the thing I am most excited about because it so frivolous and I could use a bit of frivolity.
We also made a Excel sheet to track our moving timeline and what we want done by what day. So that the 20th, we have our walk through, then closing, then we change the locks and that night start stripping the wallpaper.
I know from dealing with Comcast that likely my internet will be delayed because customer service is NOT what they care about. Jerks. I know it took a freakin month to get straightened out last time.
I think we have internets here till the 28th. I am not totally sure. Mr. handles talking to the utility companies because I get shouty.
That's it. No O symptoms. Just me and lots of boxes and Sharpies and newspapers. Send Fritos.
We made our budget spread sheet for the move with most important purchases at the top, and purchases that can be delayed toward the bottom. Depending on how much we have left after closing will determine how far down the list we get. Sadly my chandelier is the last thing on the list. Which is only sensible. But it is the thing I am most excited about because it so frivolous and I could use a bit of frivolity.
We also made a Excel sheet to track our moving timeline and what we want done by what day. So that the 20th, we have our walk through, then closing, then we change the locks and that night start stripping the wallpaper.
I know from dealing with Comcast that likely my internet will be delayed because customer service is NOT what they care about. Jerks. I know it took a freakin month to get straightened out last time.
I think we have internets here till the 28th. I am not totally sure. Mr. handles talking to the utility companies because I get shouty.
That's it. No O symptoms. Just me and lots of boxes and Sharpies and newspapers. Send Fritos.
Friday, February 13, 2009
CD 6
Well we are officially back on the horse. Last night was very funny because when Mr. Mostly put his arm around me he said it was strange. I have lost so much weight it is like hugging another woman.
Actually sometimes I feel like that when he lets his beard grow in. Like who is this guy? Ugh, no likee beard.
I have to rush and get ready. I forgot that we and a few of his work friends are going out to dinner tonight for a group birthday celebration. Now, I do think they could have planned better than going out the Friday before Valentines Day. But whatever.
So for Valentines Day I am getting up early and making Mr. his favorite breakfast- chipped beef on toast and coffee with real half and half. Then tomorrow night we are having another Mr. favorite, sausage and peppers and I am baking another blueberry pie for dessert. And this time I remembered the ice cream.
I am not really looking forward to dinner. Because I am pretty sure the men will ignore the women and I will have to make awkward chitchat. How do I know it will be awkward? Duh. Y'all KNOW it will be. Oh well. Oreo mudslide coming up!
Actually sometimes I feel like that when he lets his beard grow in. Like who is this guy? Ugh, no likee beard.
I have to rush and get ready. I forgot that we and a few of his work friends are going out to dinner tonight for a group birthday celebration. Now, I do think they could have planned better than going out the Friday before Valentines Day. But whatever.
So for Valentines Day I am getting up early and making Mr. his favorite breakfast- chipped beef on toast and coffee with real half and half. Then tomorrow night we are having another Mr. favorite, sausage and peppers and I am baking another blueberry pie for dessert. And this time I remembered the ice cream.
I am not really looking forward to dinner. Because I am pretty sure the men will ignore the women and I will have to make awkward chitchat. How do I know it will be awkward? Duh. Y'all KNOW it will be. Oh well. Oreo mudslide coming up!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
CD 5
CD 5, and AF has almost left the building. I have noticed on metformin that not only is my cycle a normal length, but the amount of days AF is here is much shorter, by about two days. Which is lovely.
The pizza I made last night came out fantastic. Really wonderful, I could not even tell it had reduced fat cheese. Tonight we are having spaghetti and meatballs. And possibly some white chocolate pudding.
I have a huge pile of boxes waiting for me to fill them with books. I cannot possibly guess how many books we have. It has to be around a thousand. And that does not include my cookbooks that have been languishing in storage.
Mr. and I had a talk the other day about this month and the inconvenient O time. I told him that hopefully since I am doing so well on my diet that we might possibly be able to finally get started in March. Or more likely April since my RE appointment is mid March. So I reminded him that this could be one of our last chances to TTC naturally-meaning cheaply. I am in no hurry for the financial ass raping that will come with assisted reproduction.
Today I am going to torment myself and watch the Dateline show online with that lunatic in it. If you hear screaming, it's likely me.
The pizza I made last night came out fantastic. Really wonderful, I could not even tell it had reduced fat cheese. Tonight we are having spaghetti and meatballs. And possibly some white chocolate pudding.
I have a huge pile of boxes waiting for me to fill them with books. I cannot possibly guess how many books we have. It has to be around a thousand. And that does not include my cookbooks that have been languishing in storage.
Mr. and I had a talk the other day about this month and the inconvenient O time. I told him that hopefully since I am doing so well on my diet that we might possibly be able to finally get started in March. Or more likely April since my RE appointment is mid March. So I reminded him that this could be one of our last chances to TTC naturally-meaning cheaply. I am in no hurry for the financial ass raping that will come with assisted reproduction.
Today I am going to torment myself and watch the Dateline show online with that lunatic in it. If you hear screaming, it's likely me.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
CD4 For craps sake
As my sister so elegantly puts it. For craps sake. I called the doctors office this morning and they put me on hold twice. Because I am how I am, I figured that was because they were arguing over who got to tell the crazy lady she needs more tests for Lumpy. Nope. A receptionist got back on and told me they had no record of anyone calling me and that my results were not there yet. So I very nicely informed her that my answering machine told me I had five new messages and that this had been one of them.
I really wanted to beat someone at that point. Beatings aside we agreed it had been a mistake and that they would call me and tell me when they had my results. MMmmhmmmm. Thanks for the heart attack asswipes.
I am trying to stop being mad and just be pleased that nothing is seriously wrong since I would have heard from someone by now. Right?
I brought home about fifty boxes so we could start filling them. Pennsylvania here we come!
I really wanted to beat someone at that point. Beatings aside we agreed it had been a mistake and that they would call me and tell me when they had my results. MMmmhmmmm. Thanks for the heart attack asswipes.
I am trying to stop being mad and just be pleased that nothing is seriously wrong since I would have heard from someone by now. Right?
I brought home about fifty boxes so we could start filling them. Pennsylvania here we come!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
CD 3 I am going to go crazy tonight.
Lost the cheese off my cracker crazy. And this is why.
Because when I had Lumpy scanned on Friday they told me that it would be about a week unless they found something in which case they would call.
So because I am Type A after years of TTC yesterday I called the doctor's office just to see if my results were there. Because that is how I am dammit. They told me they were not there yet and that they would be there by the end of the week.
I get home from work today to find my message light blinking. It's the office calling me and saying " This message is for Celia, this is Dr. T's office calling. Please call us back."
Fine, I call right back and I get the fricking answering service because today is the day they close early. Haha. SO FUNNY. SO NOW I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW. Not that I am stressing or anything but don't fucking tell me Friday that you will call if something is wrong and then call TUESDAY and not tell me the results but just leave me a damn cryptic message. You have my work, cell, and home numbers. YOU CAN REACH ME. BITCHES.
That is damn cruel.
Because when I had Lumpy scanned on Friday they told me that it would be about a week unless they found something in which case they would call.
So because I am Type A after years of TTC yesterday I called the doctor's office just to see if my results were there. Because that is how I am dammit. They told me they were not there yet and that they would be there by the end of the week.
I get home from work today to find my message light blinking. It's the office calling me and saying " This message is for Celia, this is Dr. T's office calling. Please call us back."
Fine, I call right back and I get the fricking answering service because today is the day they close early. Haha. SO FUNNY. SO NOW I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW. Not that I am stressing or anything but don't fucking tell me Friday that you will call if something is wrong and then call TUESDAY and not tell me the results but just leave me a damn cryptic message. You have my work, cell, and home numbers. YOU CAN REACH ME. BITCHES.
That is damn cruel.
Monday, February 9, 2009
CD 2
Today is my day off. I am going to sort through more books and put away the enormous pile of clean laundry. I have only one load left and will be completely caught up with zero dirty laundry in the house! Which has not happened in oh I would say two years. Because I do not like doing laundry and am forever waiting till we absolutely have nothing to wear. Generally I run four loads behind. I know my Grandma is turning in her grave. Laundry and ironing is a religion to the other women in my family.
I only iron if one of us has a job interview, someone died, or someone is getting married. The rest of the time it's wash n go. Love me, love my semi-wrinkled slacks.
I am currently passionately hating the prenatal I am taking. They were out of the one I usually take ( I think it is called False Hope-lol) and they switched me for a month. Gotta nourish my empty uterus. This one is called OB-Natal One and me no likey. Let's just say it is making me a little crabby, hmmm?
I was thinking of making another dessert today since Mr. was so excited over his pie. Maybe pudding? Maybe brownies? Maybe another pie? Probably pudding. Today is tuna casserole night and pudding seems to go with the retro dinner.
I am sad that last month I was feeling too crappy to ICLW and this month it is right in the middle of moving. I'll go back to it the month after.
Internets, I do not think we are going to get pregnant this month either. I am ovulating the week of the move. In fact CD 15 is actually ON moving day. Jeez. I can just see my moving list now.
1. Strip wallpaper.
2. Clean shreds of wallpaper.
3.Feed ten people while coordinating what goes where.
4. Wrangle hysterical cats.
5. Remind Mr. oh so nicely that it is do or die day.
6. Listen to hysterical cats wail outside bedroom door. "Mommmmmmmmmmy Dadddddddddy? Where are weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee? Meowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww? Meowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww? Meowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww?"
7. Smell lingering aroma of paint and wallpaper solvent and floor wax and newspaper.
8. Wish desperately we could just go to sleep.
I only iron if one of us has a job interview, someone died, or someone is getting married. The rest of the time it's wash n go. Love me, love my semi-wrinkled slacks.
I am currently passionately hating the prenatal I am taking. They were out of the one I usually take ( I think it is called False Hope-lol) and they switched me for a month. Gotta nourish my empty uterus. This one is called OB-Natal One and me no likey. Let's just say it is making me a little crabby, hmmm?
I was thinking of making another dessert today since Mr. was so excited over his pie. Maybe pudding? Maybe brownies? Maybe another pie? Probably pudding. Today is tuna casserole night and pudding seems to go with the retro dinner.
I am sad that last month I was feeling too crappy to ICLW and this month it is right in the middle of moving. I'll go back to it the month after.
Internets, I do not think we are going to get pregnant this month either. I am ovulating the week of the move. In fact CD 15 is actually ON moving day. Jeez. I can just see my moving list now.
1. Strip wallpaper.
2. Clean shreds of wallpaper.
3.Feed ten people while coordinating what goes where.
4. Wrangle hysterical cats.
5. Remind Mr. oh so nicely that it is do or die day.
6. Listen to hysterical cats wail outside bedroom door. "Mommmmmmmmmmy Dadddddddddy? Where are weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee? Meowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww? Meowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww? Meowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww?"
7. Smell lingering aroma of paint and wallpaper solvent and floor wax and newspaper.
8. Wish desperately we could just go to sleep.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
CD 1 again
Here we go again. Well at least I am happy to say I had another cycle of normal length. That is good. Lumpy is smaller. I guess that is good? Who knows? I have not gotten a phone call so no news is good news. The nutritionist told me I lost another 3.5 pounds. Three more pounds and it will be thirty gone since I started last year. So next month. Maybe that will satisfy the damn RE.
I wonder what they will do if they finally decide I am ready for treatment? Wouldn't it have to be IUI because of Mr.Mostly's morphology problems?
I wonder what they will do if they finally decide I am ready for treatment? Wouldn't it have to be IUI because of Mr.Mostly's morphology problems?
Saturday, February 7, 2009
CD 33 Eye Candy
Hopefully this link worked. Don't get excited and think I finally learned to link. I gave Mr.Mostly puppy eyes and he did it for me. So, what is the link? Well we all need a break from ovaries and mucus and BFNs. And today was my break.
Actually I was not looking forward to today at work. But I was proven WRONG. Because today was delightful. We had a man come in that poses for romance book covers. I was afraid he was gonna come in and be Fabiolicious- and have no shirt on and then I would have to try and make sensible conversation with him.
However, he had a very nice suit on. I think I was scared he was going to be in I don't know a loincloth or cowboy gear or something. Really he was a sweetheart. I have never, ever seen customers so happy at a book signing. And so as my gift to you..... cast your eyes on...
Robert Nuzzie's Page
Actually I was not looking forward to today at work. But I was proven WRONG. Because today was delightful. We had a man come in that poses for romance book covers. I was afraid he was gonna come in and be Fabiolicious- and have no shirt on and then I would have to try and make sensible conversation with him.
However, he had a very nice suit on. I think I was scared he was going to be in I don't know a loincloth or cowboy gear or something. Really he was a sweetheart. I have never, ever seen customers so happy at a book signing. And so as my gift to you..... cast your eyes on...
Robert Nuzzie's Page
Friday, February 6, 2009
So I took a ride in the doughnut.
Amanda was right, it did look just like a doughnut. A crazy, Star Trek doughnut. She asked me some questions. Why yes, yes she did ask me AGAIN if I was pregnant. I really wanted to ask her if she saw a star shining over my head and three dudes on camels.
It was not bad. Just you know, weird. But I won't know the results till next week. Unless there is some kind of Impending Doom and then they will call. So I guess I am in the 1WW.
Since I am having a good wallow I picked up pie crust while I was out. I am going to bake a blueberry/blackberry pie for Mr for dessert tonight. Tragically, I forgot the vanilla ice cream.
It was not bad. Just you know, weird. But I won't know the results till next week. Unless there is some kind of Impending Doom and then they will call. So I guess I am in the 1WW.
Since I am having a good wallow I picked up pie crust while I was out. I am going to bake a blueberry/blackberry pie for Mr for dessert tonight. Tragically, I forgot the vanilla ice cream.
The Today Show
is on my nerves. I watched the interview with the octuplet mom on Radar online. Then I went to NBC.com and sent them an email asking for informed coverage. I am hopeful I am not the only one complaining. They said in the interview that they would speak more on this on Monday. So hopefully some other angry infertiles will have contacted them. It is almost as bad as the New York Times piece. WE are not freaks.
Self medicating
I am soothing my nerves with an egg and cheese sandwich on.... white bread. And a mug of double hot chocolate. Mmmmm cholesterol. Mmmm forbidden white flour. And I used real butter. The only thing better would have been a cinnamon bun the size of my head and a 20 ounce coffee.
I have the beatific feeling you can only get after a sinful, indulgent breakfast. Steel cut oatmeal just does not bring the same feeling of joy. Just virtuousness and honestly virtue is a cold companion.
Mr. and I talked a bit last night about Lumpy and how we were both refusing to think he was anything more than some freaky gland. Lumpy feel different every day. I wonder how long it will take to get the test results? Probably days. Nothing is more aggravating than KNOWING they KNOW what your test results mean but are not telling you. I can't get really bent out of shape about it. Maybe I have finally learned not to borrow trouble? Cause I am not panicked. Or worried. Not the way I would have in the past. I suppose I would call how I feel concerned, but not scared. Because most likely it is just some freak infection. Or my twin- mwhahahahha
Last night we were talking about horoscopes and Mr. could not remember my sign. He asked if it was cancer. I told him no, I was a Scorpio- Lumpy was a Cancer. Thank you comedy gods. Gotta get your LOLs where you can.
I have the beatific feeling you can only get after a sinful, indulgent breakfast. Steel cut oatmeal just does not bring the same feeling of joy. Just virtuousness and honestly virtue is a cold companion.
Mr. and I talked a bit last night about Lumpy and how we were both refusing to think he was anything more than some freaky gland. Lumpy feel different every day. I wonder how long it will take to get the test results? Probably days. Nothing is more aggravating than KNOWING they KNOW what your test results mean but are not telling you. I can't get really bent out of shape about it. Maybe I have finally learned not to borrow trouble? Cause I am not panicked. Or worried. Not the way I would have in the past. I suppose I would call how I feel concerned, but not scared. Because most likely it is just some freak infection. Or my twin- mwhahahahha
Last night we were talking about horoscopes and Mr. could not remember my sign. He asked if it was cancer. I told him no, I was a Scorpio- Lumpy was a Cancer. Thank you comedy gods. Gotta get your LOLs where you can.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
CD 31
I pushed my CT scan back to noon tomorrow because I forgot I had a nutritionists appointment tomorrow. Busy me. I will have had four medical appointments just this week. I was pretty tempted to cancel the nutritionist. Because I did not do well on my exercise this month- I stopped completely when I had the Cold Of Doom and just lay on the couch freebasing Vicks. Plus, if I ever wondered where some (fine, most) of my extra poundage comes from- I realized I stress eat.
I had Chinese take out and cookies and licorice and chips the day the doctor saw Lumpy and told me it was not my imagination. I have been eating some candy at work. Because as positive as I am trying to be about work the recession is not being kind to us. In fact daily I lust after a carby fatty sugary treat to cure the recession blues.
I have tried to find somethings closer to treats to bring to work. I bought some individually packaged prunes, and I found these luscious muffins at Trader Joes. They are called Protein Power Banana Chocolate Chunks. One muffin has 130 calories, 2 grams of fat, one gram of saturated fat, no cholesterol, 80 mgs of sodium, 2 grams of fiber, and 7 grams of of protein. I also bought a bag of Flat Earth chips and another box of Snackwells Devils Food cookies.
So they are all pretty good choices. If I am lazy and pack a muffin for breakfast and have a 60 calorie pack of prunes with a cup of herbal tea- I don't feel guilty.
Plus, I can stretch the cookies out for two weeks. I don't eat two a day. Some days I have them, most days I don't. Yesterday I had two with a glass of ovatine.
I think the key was to find an acceptable treat so that I would not be tempted at work. Also, I started leaving my grocery money at home. Because what I was doing was using the money I saved on groceries to buy treats. Figuring since I saved the money elsewhere on food and I was spending it ON food that it was ok. Except it's really not. So if I have emergency muffins at 130 calories- that is way better than a work muffin at around 400 calories.
I am thinking about going back to smoothies once it gets a little warmer.
I had Chinese take out and cookies and licorice and chips the day the doctor saw Lumpy and told me it was not my imagination. I have been eating some candy at work. Because as positive as I am trying to be about work the recession is not being kind to us. In fact daily I lust after a carby fatty sugary treat to cure the recession blues.
I have tried to find somethings closer to treats to bring to work. I bought some individually packaged prunes, and I found these luscious muffins at Trader Joes. They are called Protein Power Banana Chocolate Chunks. One muffin has 130 calories, 2 grams of fat, one gram of saturated fat, no cholesterol, 80 mgs of sodium, 2 grams of fiber, and 7 grams of of protein. I also bought a bag of Flat Earth chips and another box of Snackwells Devils Food cookies.
So they are all pretty good choices. If I am lazy and pack a muffin for breakfast and have a 60 calorie pack of prunes with a cup of herbal tea- I don't feel guilty.
Plus, I can stretch the cookies out for two weeks. I don't eat two a day. Some days I have them, most days I don't. Yesterday I had two with a glass of ovatine.
I think the key was to find an acceptable treat so that I would not be tempted at work. Also, I started leaving my grocery money at home. Because what I was doing was using the money I saved on groceries to buy treats. Figuring since I saved the money elsewhere on food and I was spending it ON food that it was ok. Except it's really not. So if I have emergency muffins at 130 calories- that is way better than a work muffin at around 400 calories.
I am thinking about going back to smoothies once it gets a little warmer.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
BFN # 35
BFN. Why was I even surprised? At least I was smart enough to close the door to my office when I called. So tonight I can pick up my ticket to the CT scan. I suppose as elated as I would have been to get a positive the BFN is better this month.
Tonight we are going to pay for the mattress we picked out and I am making a big lasagna- meat sauce, spinach, mushrooms, peppers my new bff low fat cheese.
Then tomorrow I have errands and some cleaning and phone calls. Then the CT scan is Friday. Has anyone had one? What are they like?
Tonight we are going to pay for the mattress we picked out and I am making a big lasagna- meat sauce, spinach, mushrooms, peppers my new bff low fat cheese.
Then tomorrow I have errands and some cleaning and phone calls. Then the CT scan is Friday. Has anyone had one? What are they like?
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
CD 29 tick tock
THUNK!!! That is the sound of me throwing something at the wall. Because all day I was hoping the doctors office would call to give me my blood test results. I wanted to call at 12, 1, and 2 pm but I did not. I was trying not to be crazy. So at 3:30 p.m after no call, I called them. To get their answering service. Because apparently they close at 2 pm on Tuesdays.
How nice for them. DO NOT keep an infertile woman waiting, doctors office. Keep hungry tigers waiting. Keep the IRS waiting. DO NOT keep infertile women waiting. Because we used all our damn patience up at least a year ago.
Because y'all know that there is a teeny tiny speck of a part of me hoping that in some kind of Lifetime Movie Moment- against reason, science, and extensive past experience- a tiny stupid part of me is hoping they will tell me I am pregnant.
Sad. If anyone has an extra helping of reality- pass it my way. I seem to have lost mine.
Soooo, even though I have Vowed To Expect Nothing this month, it seems no one told my inner five year old. My inner five year old must have an inexhaustible supply of hope, rainbows and unicorns. Poor thing.
Lumpy is doing just fine and is bigger today than yesterday. Yay Lumpy! Maybe I can justify another cookie as eating for two?
What I am really guessing is that I am going to get my period the day before the CT exam and then in a combination of events that reflects my life more accurately will be cramping and queasy and have to lie still for 15 minutes/ till the CT is done/ till AF spots my pants.
How nice for them. DO NOT keep an infertile woman waiting, doctors office. Keep hungry tigers waiting. Keep the IRS waiting. DO NOT keep infertile women waiting. Because we used all our damn patience up at least a year ago.
Because y'all know that there is a teeny tiny speck of a part of me hoping that in some kind of Lifetime Movie Moment- against reason, science, and extensive past experience- a tiny stupid part of me is hoping they will tell me I am pregnant.
Sad. If anyone has an extra helping of reality- pass it my way. I seem to have lost mine.
Soooo, even though I have Vowed To Expect Nothing this month, it seems no one told my inner five year old. My inner five year old must have an inexhaustible supply of hope, rainbows and unicorns. Poor thing.
Lumpy is doing just fine and is bigger today than yesterday. Yay Lumpy! Maybe I can justify another cookie as eating for two?
What I am really guessing is that I am going to get my period the day before the CT exam and then in a combination of events that reflects my life more accurately will be cramping and queasy and have to lie still for 15 minutes/ till the CT is done/ till AF spots my pants.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Up yours Irony
My Doctor wants me to get a CT scan but I must have a negative pregnancy test first. HA HA. DO I GET ANY OTHER KIND????????????????????? So I must wait till freaking Friday to get Lumpy examined and go off for my pointless, irritating, salt in the wound pregnancy test. I have to go to LabCorp as soon as I finish my lunch. FUN. Big Fun. Swell.
*ring ring*
Hi, this is Doctor T's office- your pregnancy test came back. It's negative."
"Really? A negative test- that is shocking. Hmm, I thought the 35th time would be the charm. Well great! Let's go see if my lump looks cancerous! WHAT FUN!"
*ring ring*
Hi, this is Doctor T's office- your pregnancy test came back. It's negative."
"Really? A negative test- that is shocking. Hmm, I thought the 35th time would be the charm. Well great! Let's go see if my lump looks cancerous! WHAT FUN!"
CD 28
Aunt Flo watch starts today when will she come whooooo knows. I should start a pool or something. This post is mostly to entertain me and distract me while I am waiting for the doctors office to open. I tried the RE already and they are not interested in Lumpy. You would think they would be happy my body was finally growing SOMETHING. I mean sure, it's not a baby and sure it's on my neck- picky picky.
So basically I am going to implore my regular to doctor to feel my lump.
Now, you are family. Okay. All my life, I had a lump at the back of my neck, right here. Always, a lump. Then I started menopause and the lump got bigger from the "hormonees." It started to grow. So I go to the doctor, and he did the bio... the b... the... the bios... the... b... the "bobopsy." Inside the lump he found teeth and a spinal cord. Yes. Inside the lump was my twin. * I am so excited to have found that someone much less lazy than me put great quotes from My Big Fat Greek Wedding online! Yay!*
We took a look at our taxes this weekend and well I hate to break it to you World Wide Web, but apparently we are rich. Who knew? You would think I would have nicer shoes or something. Because we owe money. Strange- I wish I had known when we were couch shopping. I would have gone to Ethan Allen instead of Bob's Couch and Go where we got our sofa and loveseat for five hundred dollars. My family, I am sure is waiting for an answer as to why given our apparent high level of income we did not get them ponies or Birkins or hot tubs for Christmas.
Mr. Mostly is happy to report that our infertility will have a fringe benefit next year in that we will have spent enough on out of pocket medical bills to write them off. Yay?
I am also going to have to be ready to take care of Mr.Mostly when he gets home today. Hopefully he listened to music and not the news on the drive to work today.
You see, because I owned a home previously and we married each other, he is missing out on the new home buyer tax credit. Which I had managed to cheer him up about.
But I heard on the news this morning they are considering bumping the tax credit from 7,500 dollars to 15,000 dollars. Someone get the smelling salts and a case of beer. He is going to cry. I really hope if that passes he does not hear about it. Because he will be one sad cowboy.
So basically I am going to implore my regular to doctor to feel my lump.
Now, you are family. Okay. All my life, I had a lump at the back of my neck, right here. Always, a lump. Then I started menopause and the lump got bigger from the "hormonees." It started to grow. So I go to the doctor, and he did the bio... the b... the... the bios... the... b... the "bobopsy." Inside the lump he found teeth and a spinal cord. Yes. Inside the lump was my twin. * I am so excited to have found that someone much less lazy than me put great quotes from My Big Fat Greek Wedding online! Yay!*
We took a look at our taxes this weekend and well I hate to break it to you World Wide Web, but apparently we are rich. Who knew? You would think I would have nicer shoes or something. Because we owe money. Strange- I wish I had known when we were couch shopping. I would have gone to Ethan Allen instead of Bob's Couch and Go where we got our sofa and loveseat for five hundred dollars. My family, I am sure is waiting for an answer as to why given our apparent high level of income we did not get them ponies or Birkins or hot tubs for Christmas.
Mr. Mostly is happy to report that our infertility will have a fringe benefit next year in that we will have spent enough on out of pocket medical bills to write them off. Yay?
I am also going to have to be ready to take care of Mr.Mostly when he gets home today. Hopefully he listened to music and not the news on the drive to work today.
You see, because I owned a home previously and we married each other, he is missing out on the new home buyer tax credit. Which I had managed to cheer him up about.
But I heard on the news this morning they are considering bumping the tax credit from 7,500 dollars to 15,000 dollars. Someone get the smelling salts and a case of beer. He is going to cry. I really hope if that passes he does not hear about it. Because he will be one sad cowboy.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
It's another Sunday-
I am spoiled from having the last two days off. But I am working a shorter shift today. Great for now, sad on pay day. I have tedious end of fiscal year junk to do at work today. Sunday is treat day at work. I get chocolate on Sundays because of all the time I have to spend chained to my chair.
We picked out our mattress, it's a Consumer Reports Best Buy, and has the Good Housekeeping seal of approval. Plus it's on clearance. So we are getting six hundred dollars off. It's going to be delivered to our new house the last week of February.
We also went to Ikea and looked at drapes. I spent a freakin fortune on drapes three years ago, but they don't go with our new house and are the wrong size. So they are going to stay in storage. We are going to get cream sheers to let in as much light as possible.
In strange news, Friday night I found a lump on my neck. I tried to wish it away but it's still there and it got bigger. I m hoping it has something to do with The Cold That Would Not Die. Because my neck hurt so much when I had the cold. But I have been on antibiotics for a week now- so how could that be? Does it have something to do with my thyroid problems? I have to call tomorrow bleah.
We picked out our mattress, it's a Consumer Reports Best Buy, and has the Good Housekeeping seal of approval. Plus it's on clearance. So we are getting six hundred dollars off. It's going to be delivered to our new house the last week of February.
We also went to Ikea and looked at drapes. I spent a freakin fortune on drapes three years ago, but they don't go with our new house and are the wrong size. So they are going to stay in storage. We are going to get cream sheers to let in as much light as possible.
In strange news, Friday night I found a lump on my neck. I tried to wish it away but it's still there and it got bigger. I m hoping it has something to do with The Cold That Would Not Die. Because my neck hurt so much when I had the cold. But I have been on antibiotics for a week now- so how could that be? Does it have something to do with my thyroid problems? I have to call tomorrow bleah.
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