Friday, March 30, 2007

Imaginary Friends

Miss Priss used to have an imaginary friend named Anton. I was waiting for the “I see dead people” moment because Anton did not pop up until we moved into an old house. And he went away after we moved out of that house.

Anyway, Miss Priss has a new imaginary friend, Ginny (or maybe Guinea). Either way it’s pronounced with the G sound rather than the J sound. I had to clarify because Miss Priss still isn’t good with the J sound, so I usually say a word back to her. When I said Ginny with a J sound, she told me that was wrong. Anyway, Ginny and Miss Priss are good friends. Ginny has a younger sister as well. And a younger brother. And another younger sister. Wow, Ginny’s mom must be really……busy. I just love to see her little imagination at work, you know?

Oh, and the dreams can stop already! Last night, it was a boy and he didn’t have jaundice. This is a concern of mine for any potential future (future being a very key word) pregnancies because Baby Boo had jaundice thanks to the difference in our blood types. She and Miss Priss share a blood type, and Miss Priss was fine. Baby Boo had jaundice which of course traumatized me. So, in my dream, I was in the hospital with my new son, and he was doing well and showing no signs of jaundice. Yeah. Cute. I’m scared now. My mind really needs to learn how to shut down at night.

*Edited to add: Just so we're all clear, we are in no way, shape, or form trying to have a baby. We are trying not to, actually. But we didn't exactly try to have a baby the first two times, so I know it sometimes happens. Hence the fear. So the chances are really pretty slim, so I should really relax.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Did Someone Not Tell Me It's Strange Dream Month?

Last night I dreamed that I was pregnant. In my dream, I took a pregnancy test, and it didn’t just have two lines, no, it had a few lines, a countdown (not sure about that at all), and then it didn’t just say pregnant, it was flashing pregnant. Like some sort of neon sign or something.

It scared me so bad that I woke up and took a pregnancy test. Don’t ask – last month we had a little scare, and Hubby got a two pack. I had one left. Now I have none left, and a negative pregnancy test to put my mind at ease. Kind of. It would probably have been too early, so I’ll be obsessing for a few more days until I start.

At least if I was, I would get some life insurance money because Hubby would have a stroke.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Good Appointment

It turned out to be nothing. Just an area of dense tissue on my breast that I know is there, but shouldn’t worry about unless it grows or changes. And they told me to come back when I was 40 for a mammogram.

Baby Boo had her 15 month checkup yesterday. Not sure who that child was, but she was so good. She stood very still on the “big girl” scale and laid on the table while the nurse checked her height and head and heartbeat, etc. She was charming and adorable. Who’s child was that? Not mine. Mine would have been trying to step off the scale and wiggle of the table. Once the nurse left the room, of course, my child showed up by trying to fall off of the step stool in the room, and then pushing it noisily across the room to where I couldn’t hold onto her to try and fall off again. She’s doing everything she’s supposed to be doing. And she’s growing well, 25 pounds, 32.5 inches, and I can’t remember her head circumference, but it was around the 90th percentile, so I assume it’s good. She got 3 shots, and the nurse told us that after her 18 month shots next time, she won’t need shots again until she’s 4. Yay!

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

The Zoo

After the fun doctor’s appointment, we took a family trip to the zoo. We have a wonderful zoo nearby, and it’s not too big (meaning that it’s not too big to walk around with two children LOL).

When we got there, the place was crowded. It was the last day of Spring Break for many of the area schools, so parents were taking advantage of the absolutely gorgeous weather and taking their children to the zoo. We paid for our tickets and set out for the stroller rentals.

We rented a double stroller rather than a wagon because we didn’t want to fight with Baby Boo to get her to sit down the entire time. So, we strapped the kids in, and set off. We saw all sorts of fun creatures including monkeys (Baby Boo’s favorite), cats (lion, tigers, no bears though LOL), and Miss Priss’s favorite, the elephants. She also liked the rhinos and the kangaroos. All the animals were sleeping since it was the middle of the day.

They also had a tapir. Miss Priss corrected someone’s pronunciation (thankfully, they didn’t hear) because she knows how to say it thanks to Diego.

My favorite was the penguins. I just think they’re so cute. And you could see them really well from the monorail. It was feeding time, so they were all lined up along the wall waiting for food.

We had a fun time even if we couldn’t keep Baby Boo in the stroller. She didn’t want to sit down because she was afraid she was missing something. My bicep got a good workout. She’s a heavy girl anymore.

We got Miss Priss an umbrella from the gift shop, and we got Baby Boo a little shirt that has a monkey face on the front that says “Heads” and a tail on the back that says, you guessed it “or Tails?”

Monday, March 19, 2007

It's Monday

I’m not fond of Mondays.

Well, my doctor’s appointment went okay. I really like this doctor. She was very thorough and nice and took all the time to answer my questions and I never felt like I was being rushed. Since I’m a hypochondriac, that’s important to me. My blood pressure was high. Okay, not high high, but on the higher end of normal and borderline high. The nurse asked if mine was usually high at the doctor’s office, so I lied and said it was (because sometimes it is higher at the doctor’s office). Ahem, yes, I know that lying to your doctor (and technically it was the nurse I lied to) is not a good way to start off a doctor-patient relationship, but I really think it was just a stressful morning, so I’m leaving it at that. It’s been normal at Wally World recently, so I’m going to assume that it’s fine and monitor it myself. If it continues to be high, I’ll look into it further. I’m trying not to assume that I’m going to have a heart attack in the imminent future (see, I told you I was a hypochondriac).

She gave me a prescription for Nuva Ring birth control. This seems like a good plan. The human error factor is down to once a month (surely I can handle that). Let’s hope there are no bad side effects like weight gain or heart attacks or blood clots or stroke. I’m not a smoker over 35, so hopefully, that will help.

Apparently, I also have a, what’s the medical term, “mass” in my left breast. It is tiny (hence the reason that I haven’t found it before now) and now I have to get that checked out. Which reminds me, of course, that I need to call and schedule that appointment. Maybe I can make that the same day that Baby Boo has her 15 month well check since they’re in the same medical complex. That would make it easy. Well, that was easy. I have an appointment at 2:30, and she has an appointment at 3:50. Easy enough and I don’t have to take off any more time from work to get there.

So, anyway, somehow I haven’t convinced myself that I have cancer or anything (ahem, but it’s still early, so by next week, I probably will have convinced myself of that). My doctor (who has more experience in the medical field than I do since she went to college and got that medical degree and all) thinks it’s a cyst. So, I’m going with that for now. She just wants me to get it checked out to make sure it’s nothing at all. Which it is. Nothing at all. So, now I wait. I don’t like waiting.

So, that’s my news. And tomorrow, I’ll tell you about our zoo trip after my doctor’s appointment.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

It's Friday!

Sorta. I’m taking off tomorrow. I’ve got a doctor’s appointment, and then we’re going to do something as a family. So today is my Friday.

I’m going to talk to the doctor about some sort of birth control. I think an IUD would be perfect for us, but it’s expensive, and our insurance doesn’t see the need to cover it. I’ve never understood that logic. How much would it cost them if I got pregnant? A lot more than the IUD. I guess they’re willing to take the gamble.

So, I’m thinking of the patch. Miss Priss was conceived when was on Ortho Tri-cyclen. We never figured out why. No antibiotics, same time every day, no missed pills. The only thing we can think of is that I missed a pill and took it the next morning or something. No matter what, it happened. So, I don’t have a lot of trust in birth control pills. Too much human error.

So, the patch sounds like a good plan. Human error factor is reduced to once a week. Hubby thinks I should try the shot, but I don’t trust it either. And it has the nasty side effect of making you gain weight – not something I want to do. So, I’ll talk to the doctor and get her input because she is, after all, a doctor and might have some ideas.

It’s the week of weird dreams. I had another weird one last night. Apparently, I was involved in some kind of epic struggle of good and evil. I don’t know how I knew it, but in my dream, I knew it was. I was on the good side in case you were wondering. LOL So, in the end (and it kind of skipped from beginning to end or at least my memory of it does), we won. We won because of the help of Nascar followers. Now, I’m not a Nascar fan, but in my dream, the world was saved by the Nascar fans. I’m telling you there is something wrong with my brain. LOL It does not shut down properly at night.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

High School

Okay, last night I had this screwy dream about going to my high school reunion. My 10 year reunion is next summer (summer of ’08), and it was so weird. In my dream, I didn’t want to go, but I did anyway. Somehow, though, I didn’t have time to fix my hair or makeup, and I was wearing old, crappy clothes. I saw most everyone from my high school class (and let me just say that in my dreams, my class did not age well -- LOL). The reunion was held in the middle gym* and there was a basketball game going on at the time.

*In small town Texas, it’s not uncommon to have more than 1 gym. My school had 3. The “Old Gym,” truly old where elementary school kids have PE and play when the weather is bad, the “Middle Gym,” used primarily for middle school PE, middle school basketball games, and JV basketball games, and the “New Gym,” built around 1990 where the high school PE classes were/are held and the high school basketball games are held as well.

Anyway, it was extremely weird, and I woke up with one of those weird feelings of WTH? How can a stupid dream transport me back to high school so quickly.

In case you’re wondering, I am not planning on returning for my high school reunion next year. I might go to the 20 year reunion, but I have no intention of going to talk with people who, all through high school, made me feel like there was something wrong with me because I had half a brain. And since I have no college degree (at this point in time) to show for my braininess, I have no intention of listening to the questions of what is my degree in, etc**. I feel judged just thinking about the people I went to school with. I don’t even have to be in the same room. LOL

**And yes, I have been around people who think that is the main thing that one should do in life. My cousin and her annoying friend came to Thanksgiving. They both graduated from NYU last year with their very expensive educations in TV and Film Production or something of that sort. In a small little question of grammar that got mention, the friend said, “Well, we’re right since we got degrees from NYU***.” Ahem, I can’t remember what the grammar issue was, but I know for a fact that they were wrong.

Anyway, where do these two work with their high priced educations? A home improvement warehouse (I can’t remember which one) for the friend, and my cousin works at a very well known chain of coffee shops (you know, the one that started in Seattle). Yeah.

Okay, so the degree thing is obviously a touchy issue for me. LOL I refrained from asking them how much they make and what their benefits were like. Hubby think I just need to get over it (and he’s right), but I’m not there yet, and for that reason, I refuse to go to a high school reunion. LOL

***For the record, I have nothing at all against NYU. I’m sure it is a fine school. It just happens to be where these two clowns went to school.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

When You Were in Elementary School.....

Did you ever grow lima bean plants? You know which ones I’m talking about, right? The ones where the teacher gives all the students a Dixie cup with a little potting soil in it and the kids plant a little lima bean and then water it for a few days to learn about how plants grow or something like that.

I remember these from early elementary school, and I remember fervently hoping that my lima bean was actually one that sprouted. You were labeled a loser or something if your stupid plant didn’t grow. Anyway, that’s beside the point. LOL Well, in my house, the plant came home, we continued to water it a few days, it died, end of story.

Miss Priss’s class did the lima bean plants. And hers grew. She brought it home, and insisted on continuing to water it. No problem. I knew it would die in a few days and I could throw it away. Lo and behold, it sprouted new leaves. WTH? It’s not supposed to do that. And then it sprouted more new leaves.

So, we replanted it in a new pot with lots of soil since you could see the roots growing around the sides of the Dixie cup. And it sprouted more leaves and now it’s growing little baby lima beans. I have to say that I’ve never known anyone whose school lima bean plant continued to grow after it came home. I always assumed that’s why teachers sent them home so soon after they sprouted, so that they could pretend the parents killed them.

I’ll have to post a picture. I’m still amazed that the damn thing is growing.

Miss Priss must have gotten the “green thumb” genes from her grandmothers because she certainly didn’t get it from me. I can’t keep a plant alive. If you look through my house, it has no greenery. It’s not from lack of trying. I like plants. I think they’re pretty, and someday when I own a house, I will try to plant some kind of flowers, but I will fail because nature has made me some kind of flower killer. Maybe I’ll have Miss Priss plant the flowers instead. She didn’t get the flower killer genes.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Okay, I need your help.....

I have a $25 itunes gift card. And I'm coming up blank on what to get with it. I need some song or artist ideas to use. Even if it doensn't make my top 25 list, it will probably jar my memory of a song that I want to get. Please. Help me. :D