About three weeks ago a new sushi place opened 10 minutes from us. I’ve been watching the building ever since the sign went up (at least three months ago… come ON people), and was extremely (some might say annoyingly) excited about it opening.
And I was right, because the sushi is amazing. Seriously, amazing. We’ve ordered takeout twice (New Year’s diet = boo), and both times we absolutely loved it. We also ate it standing up in the kitchen, taking turns holding someone’s bottle in someone’s mouth, but that did not deter the enjoyment. Two of the rolls last night had sliced jalapeños on top. Deliciously painful.
Yesterday was also a football day (oy), and a sad one at that. Both teams the Chop was rooting against won. Oh, and the Peanut’s sad tear duct is gooping up again, so he was a party in the morning (ie, two phone calls to the pediatrician, warm compresses and not a little screaming). So yeah. Sushi. Makes it allll better. 😉
My eye hurts. I'm sleepy. Football loss, boo. What a day!
We’re currently having our shower re-tiled (there was a crack, which led to a leak, which led to a duct tape patch job until the contractor could get to it – thank god I have more than one bathroom, otherwise FML), and every morning at about 830-9, our contractor shows up. It’s nice, except that half the time we’re still in pajamas (Chop always is) and half the time the Peanut is sleeping… out in the living room, after having been up since 5, but still sleeping.
Sadly ripping out tile and re-installing it isn’t a quiet job, or surprisingly, a quick one. They started last Friday, so it’ll be at least a solid six days before all is said and done. Of course, we did have to bring in a plumber because I wanted to change the fixtures. Apparently there are valves for each particular company (Symmons, Pegasus, etc.), and one has to have that particular valve installed in order to match up the fixtures. So if you switch to Pegasus fixtures from Symmons ones, you have to bring in a plumber to change out the valve. Yeah. Who knew?
I know you’re thinking, just get Symmons fixtures, but they are all kind of blah… except for the bronze I wanted. Where the shower combo was $500. WTF. So the other bronze I found that was $150? Worth bringing in the plumber. All the fixtures I got (including towel bar, robe hooks, shower curtain rod, grab bar and shower/bath combo = $330. The same in Symmons? $1200.
Why does this matter? It doesn’t. But this is my life now. Home all day with the Peanut, doing work when I can and dealing with contractors. I know, you’re SO jealous. 😛
I’ve actually had a pretty good streak of luck (karma? god?) lately.
I received a ticket for going 60 in a 45 (in a tunnel, on the way to the airport, with my mom in the car), but the officer filled it out wrong (or purposely did) and so it was considered void. Which was nice, because it could’ve been $367. That was part of the issue—it didn’t have an amount in the $ box. And his handwriting? SO BAD. Plus he walked out in front of my car to wave me over. Hi, dude almost went over the hood of my car.
Today was the last day for the Chop to work at his full-time job. We’ll be adding them to our stable of contract clients, and now he’ll be home all day — doing the work that has been making us have late nights for months (hello midnight, I see you SO often). The dog will be thrilled beyond belief and frankly so will I. It’s painful to work flat-out all day long and still have to share what I didn’t get done with him for the evening. We’re hoping that with two of us, we can go back to regular hours (until the baby comes, YES I KNOW). 😛
We’ve managed to launch two massive projects that have been taking up hours and hours of time. The last one went live today and I am so happy it’s live. I think the baby might’ve been hanging on until we were done because he knew I would go insane otherwise.
On the other hand, I AM STILL PREGNANT.
Tomorrow marks 38 weeks of pregnancy, and if you wanted to know, 38 weeks hurts so much more than 35. I don’t know what I was complaining about before. He has somewhat dropped (this is what the doctor said, very encouragingly) and so now the pain in my pelvis is even more excruciating. My cervix is still closed (of course it is), but he has also gained some more weight… and now they are talking scheduled C-section. Apparently he is long and big and I have a small pelvis, meaning his shoulders could get stuck and they’d have to do an emergency C-section or he’d suffer from shoulder dysplasia. I have an ultrasound on Monday and then they confer and decide what to do. From this point, it looks like we schedule it at my due date (although I am thinking October 1) and if I come before, we give regular delivery a go.
Not. enjoying. life. right. now.
I realize it’s bad to hope you go into labor early, but by early, I don’t mean really early, I mean 37 weeks. Or 36. Or 35. Sadly, my baby is a bum and has decided he wants to stick around inside for awhile longer.
This marks the second week of visiting the OBGYN, having her stick her hand up there (and feel his head) and say, “Nope, hasn’t dropped, your cervix is closed.” Aside from being uncomfortable (she can feel his head), it’s quite depressing every time. I’m beyond ready to have the inside of my body back — and to sleep, even if it’s fits and spurts, comfortably.
Yesterday marked 35 weeks of pregnancy for me — 35 long, slow, hot weeks, lol. I had an ultrasound on Monday and he is now 6lbs 7oz (+/- 17 oz, so who the hell knows) and today at my other appointment I measured 2 full weeks bigger. Kill me now.
My parents have been here the past couple of days, and my basement? Still not done. Although I am heading downstairs now to see exactly how much more time will be needed. We are at 20 days (including two Saturdays) and I am more than ready for the process to be over.
Sadly they spotted a leak that’s coming from a small crack in a tile in my upstairs bathroom… which means I will now have to have them come back to look into the wall and see if I have mold and to fix the crack. The baby and I are very highly annoyed.
My dad is going to a rally in DC tomorrow — he’s so excited it’s kinda sad. Initially my mom said it was rude coming here, then going down there, but we’ve decided he’s too much of a handful, so sure, take a bus down 8 hours, go to a Glenn Beck rally with Sarah Palin (I know, I know, our politics are soooo polar opposite) and then take a bus back 8 hours. Have fun! We’ll be here chilling. Heading to dinner. Eating ice cream. Definitely not riding on a bus for 8 hours with a bunch of gun-toting crazy people 😛
The basement guys started yesterday. Apparently they moved the heavy stuff (couch, chair, etc.) to the garage and put down sealant. Then they left. I actually think they left around 2ish, but honestly I don’t remember—it’s too hot for me to pay attention to that shit.
They called and said, we’ll be by tomorrow to check and see if it’s dry, but it might not be, so we’ll have to hold off.
Did they come by today? No. Did the Chop call them? Yes. And what did they say? Apparently it will take two days for the sealant to dry, but they guess they can come by tonight to check.
Irritation level is currently very fucking high.
Today I had a meeting that lasted from 915AM to 415PM. Seven hours in one room with two, sometimes three people, where we attempted to compile accurate lists of their products on their website. It was excruciating.
The worst part was that we were in a closed room—meaning the temperature did not come down from around 79 all day. And we sat virtually the entire time. So not only was I boiling, but the baby crawled his way up to my ribs and decided to stay there kicking for seven hours.
Tomorrow the final step in the basement process begins and oy, I am not looking forward to having “company” every day for two weeks. Especially considering the 90 degree temps they are forecasting. I cleaned Sunday, then did a little bit of weeding and spent all of Monday in pain—hello back and abdominal muscles. Do I need to use you all to clean? Apparently, yes.
Every since we had the nasty rains in March, our basement has been disaster zone numero uno. We had it dried out rather quickly (10 days worth of fans), but picking a company to due prevention AND picking a company to finish it again was a pain in the ass. Fortunately, the drains and new pumps are in and now it’s just a matter of having it turned back into the space it was. That starts in a week and a half and today we spent part of the morning visiting tile stores and trying to envision 1000 sq ft of finished space.
Initially I planned to buy the tile online, which seemed like a fabulous idea… until they wanted to charge $700 for delivery. Oy. So now we’re buying it local, which will cost a touch more per sq ft, but less than if we had to pay an extra $700 for shipping.
The worst part is I’m due in less than two months and it’s not done yet. They tell us it’ll take two weeks, and they can start in the first week of August (awesome, I can’t wait to have people walking around when it’s this freaking hot and all I want to do is where boxers and a tank top), but we can’t move the basement stuff downstairs until it’s over… and so the nursery is full of boxes. And cats. Argh.
I’m itching to finish the nursery and wash and put away all the cute stuff we have—perhaps I’m nesting, but I think it’s just because I like to plan. Not having stuff done makes me slightly anxious, especially because babies do not have the best record for timing.
We’re in day four of the second heat wave of the past month and I want to die. Being pregnant in the summer is quite possibly the worst time—especially if you don’t have central a/c and you work with a laptop (hello heat wave on the legs).
Thursday marks 30 weeks of being pregnant, and the past couple of been my least favorite. I passed the first glucose test, but just barely, so they made me take it again. Some BS about my liver and blah blah and the next thing you know I’m sitting in a hospital for 3.5 hours, getting my blood drawn every hour. This, after fasting since the night before and swigging 100 ML of the nastiest orange drink known to man. Friday was a rough day.
Our last ultrasound was about a week and a half ago (I know, I know, I’m behind), and I’ve decided my baby looks like Gollum:
The tech helpfully took a picture of his foot, too, seeing as how it’s permanently affixed to the underside of my ribs:
They tell me the kicking is a good sign that he might come early, and honestly, it is my one desire. Four weeks early kid, you can do it!
Yet another fun aspect of pregnancy? Pregnancy brain. (And yes, that is the technical term for it.) Basically the brain swells a bit when you are pregnant and certain aspects, namely memory, become hampered. Fortunately it goes away once the baby is born, but for now, I’m stuck with a worse-than-usual short-term memory (ie, I literally have to right everything down from a 10 minute meeting or I forget everything from the first 5 minutes) and an odd habit of just forgetting words in the middle of sentences.
The Chop thinks this is awesome. Particularly today when I said, “yippity do da doo bird,” or something along those lines. Basically I make no sense. It’s highly irritating to me, but highly entertaining to those I work and live with—yet another aspect of pregnancy that they don’t tell you occurs.
When we were in Provincetown I went and got a pedicure at a local salon, where two early-20-year-olds were working. They ooh’d and aah’d about my stomach, felt the baby kick and we discussed all the stuff that nobody mentions about pregnancy…
Your feet hurt, your back hurts, your stomach hurts, you can’t get up by yourself, putting on pants is painful, you don’t sleep well (or at all), it’s freaking hot, you get random heartburn FOR NO REASON (even if you just drink water), your feet swell if you’re on them too much, you can’t shave your legs comfortably, you run into things constantly and, oh yeah, sex becomes a logistical nightmare.
Happy Fourth of July!
