about last weekend

I came down with a horrible stomach thing early Saturday that put me in bed the entire day. Oh, but first we went to an egg hunt that I will never attend again. Why? Well it was free and open to everyone, all ages. And when they blew the whistle everyone was allowed to try to get some eggs. Everyone. Including moms, dads, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, grandparents, etc etc etc. Lovie got two eggs. She cried till some mom made her son with a basket full of eggs give some to her. It was really crazy. And my puking and fever didn't help, I'm sure.

 

Nevertheless, the Easter Bunny did come Sunday.

 

 

notice how dark it is in the background?? that's what 6AM Sunday looks like!

We keep things super simple for Easter... even so, she's happy.

 

 

After Lovie indulged in some chocolate bunnies and eggs (and milk and a peanut butter jelly sandwich), and after I collapsed back in bed for a bit (puking stopped, fever was gone, but oh my word my stomach wasn't well), we actually did something none of us have done before: we went to Medieval Times.

They were having a buy one get one free special plus a free Spring egg hunt. It was a really neat experience. Not cheap, but a really neat experience that I would love to do again when I don't have to worry about my gut exploding (and only with another special).



Lovie with a REAL Princess. :)

 

They have tons of stuff set up to buy (of course) or look at or drink (of course) in the concession area before you get into the arena where you eat and watch hot men with long hair straddling horses putting on a medieval show of sorts. One of the things they have is this green screen that they can take your picture in front of and then transpose it onto another image. When we saw a sample of a girl dressed as a princes standing next to a unicorn... well, use your imagination. It makes for a super damn cute and cool keepsake, at least.

 

here she is before getting in front of the green screen

It's been several days now since I puked my guts out... I'm better, but my gut is still so damn explosive feeling. Fortunately, Lovie hasn't gotten sick so yahoo for that.

I DON'T WANNA!

It's not every day I say this but... I'm kinda glad today is Monday.

This weekend was kind of rough on a whole.

Lovie was really sick Friday and Saturday- feverish both days all day long. Wouldn't drink unless we held a cup with a straw up to her mouth, ate very little. Just laid around all day both days, and very needy (understandably).

Saturday I had plans with some bitches I know for lunch (and drinks) but Taye was kind enough to keep me updated by sending me pathetic texts and photos of Lovie "wanting mommy" and when I got home, all she did was whimper on top of me for about an hour or two: "Mommy" or "I want mommy" despite the fact that I was the one she was laying on.

Sunday Lovie was finally fever free and while we really should've stayed home again, we wanted to take advantage of free Disney on Ice tickets we had so off we went to see Mickey and Merida on Ice. Lovie was super tired the whole time, but did well till the end. That's when she lost her shit and screamed and cried for about two hours. My poor dad met us for the show and we were going to get some lunch afterward but instead, he went home and we went on our way.

After several hours of screaming, Lovie finally calmed down for a couple hours before it was time for bedtime and round two of Screamgate 2013 January Edition.

This morning, I stupidly picked out her Yo Gabba Gabba shirt and jeggings to wear and she lost her shit again. That's when I just walked out her room, leaving her to freak out on her own, and she howled MOMMY like she was in horrific pain. I turned around after taking in a deep breathe and calmly asked her to tell me what she wanted so we could move on with the day. She did and we did.

And now I'm at work and she's at school.

And despite it being only 9AM, I sure could go for a drink like the one in the photo above.

day 12 (late) NaBloPoMo: potty chair

It's 3:45 in the morning. I'm nearly four hours late in posting for day 12 of NaBloPoMo. I have good reason though, I swear.

Sunday night I went to bed feeling a horrible pit in my stomach. At 1AM, I was up and in the bathroom until about 3:30AM with stuff coming out of both ends of me- simultaneously.

Thank goodness for Lovie's potty chair!

The last time I puked was at 9:30 in the morning yesterday. It was a rough, rough day. I had a small fever all day and just couldn't really move out of bed.

At 8PM last night, I finally was able to eat something more than a saltine.And here I am at 3:45 in the morning, sitting down in front of the computer for the first time in days.

So glad I got that flu shot earlier last month. ;D

Tis the Season

this week has been rough for a certain little one.

she's been home all weeks sans for a visit with grandpa on Monday. but by lunchtime Monday, i knew something was wrong when she didn't want a hot dog OR fries! blasphemy!

so all week i've been coming to work before the sun rises and only staying a couple hours before returning home to be with my Lovie and letting the hubs go off to work. he makes the big bucks after all.

and the girl is glued to me, sitting on me at all times unless she's sleeping.

poor thing. thank goodness for boogie wipes, team umizoomi, and modern technology allowing me to save my sanity from Nick Jr.


i'm pretty sure the fever broke in the middle of the night but we're keeping her home today to be safe (though that's what i thought yesterday only for her to be at 101 all day). hopefully tomorrow we go back to "normal."

The past several weeks

I'm still tired but overall am feeling better. What a draining couple of weeks. I mean, it really feels like months that I wasn't well, not weeks. Months. Especially when it comes to Lovie.

from sept 4

My lord do I miss that girl. Sure I saw her every day. Sure I spent time with her every day regardless how shittastic I was feeling, but having absolutely no energy really takes a toll on your mind when it comes to participating in the life of your babe. Especially when you're used to really enjoying an active role in her life. Know what I mean? 

the brooder ;)

all from Labor Day, sept 5

Sure we do a lot of lounging around during the week after we get home from work and school on most days, but we still have fun and laughs and tickle fests and chases. Not the past nearly three weeks, though. And man do I miss that. 

Instead, the past several weeks have been spent doing nothing. Absolutely nothing. And that really saddens me. Immensely.

proof of doing nothing- her playroom at its finest, eh. can you spot the LIVE animal in there? ;D

The weather, from what I can remember, was pretty perfect the past several weeks. Not a lot of humidity or hot, nasty, sweat your ass off weather (though I certainly was sweating plenty do to all the chills and fevers I was going through). Yet we were inside every single day. I hate that! I wanted to take Lovie to the park so many days but I couldn't even make it down the stairs, let alone down the 1/2 mile to the park. It was impossible for me. And when I begged (literally) my husband to do so, he just commented that she was happy at home.

from sept 10

Yeah, maybe she was happy at home. But I know she would've been happier swinging on the swings and going up and down the slides 723 times. I know because she's always happier there. And the weather was perfect and ... she didn't get to enjoy any of it.

But today I'm feeling better. I'm still tired as all get out but... as long as I can stay fever-free, we're going to the park every day this week. Well, except for today because, of course, today it's to be in the mid 80s and we don't do park visits when it's above 80.

I saw someone's "Annual Apple Picking" pictures on Facebook yesterday and thought Why are they posting these now? Then I looked at the little calendar in the corner of my screen and nearly shit a brick. How on earth is it mid-September (yes, I realize yesterday was 9/11; yes, I remembered- then and now)?!? It's my favorite time of year and I've missed so much of it already!

Well no more, damnit! NO MORE! It's time to start living again. And I can't wait!

Spent my birthday in the ER.

It all started back in August when I started to get these wicked headaches after my period had already started. Every day the headaches got worse and more intense. Then, several days after the start of that, I started to get these chills and a fever before bed, which turned into night sweats. That was on August 28th, the night the hubs went out of town for a full week.

Every single day since then I've had a fever, I've had a headache, I've been overcome with complete and utter exhaustion.

Every single day and night. But no other real symptoms.

I went to the doctor last week. Things didn't get better so I returned on my birthday and he sent me to the ER. I cried. I was just so tired and so scared.

I was in the ER for nearly 6 hours. They took blood, x-rays and were real nice. Finally before my release the doctor decided to forgo the spinal tap to absolutely rule out meningitis since he figured I'd be in much worse shape than I was and sent me home with the probable diagnosis of mono.

The kissing disease.

I just turned 39.

95% of people by 35 won't get mono because they've already had it in some way before.

They prescribed some pain meds for the headaches, told me if things got worse, if I started to feel ANY pain on my right side, that I need to go back to ER otherwise check back in with my doc in 2-4 days.

I've never been so tired in all my life.

The energy it's taken to write this post is ridiculous.

I miss playing with my baby girl. That's the hardest about all of this I think.

But as long as I keep on keeping on, one day I'll get healthier and will be able to play with her again.

And maybe then I can celebrate my birthday.

Time

I'm still feeling like crap. The worst of it is how incredibly tired I am... exhausted... lethargic... what have you. Too tired to do much of anything, especially conjure up a blog post.

So let's go back in time, shall we?

This time last year, we were trying to settle into our new place, and I was the proud mama of a freshly turned 8 month old who was just... awesome.

See for yourself:

(Actually in that video she wasn't even 8 months old. Still as awesome as ever though.)

(Pickles was the first real food she LOVED. And I mean loved. And how brilliant was she to know to spit out the stuff that may cause her to choke since she couldn't chew it down? Call MENSA, people!!)

I can't believe I used to think she was a big baby. I mean she was but nothing like she is now. Hell, just the other day I didn't even refer to her as a "baby" but rather as "my daughter." I nearly cried as the words left my mouth. I'm so happy and proud of my girl and she will forever and a day be my baby, but the fact is that time isn't standing still for any of us- especially my Lovie. She's very different from these videos. She's a girl now. My girl.

Happy Labor Day weekend!

I love you so...

I haven't been feeling myself the past several days. It started Sunday night when I got the chills as I was laying down for the night. At some point in that evening I started sweating like I was sitting outside in the 95 degree heat and 100% humidity. No. Actually, I was sweating like I would if I were exerting myself in such weather. Every day since then, I've been experiencing the same feelings of sitting in a fridge for one minute (or a couple hours) vs sweating my ass off. On and off every day. Yesterday when I was experiencing the chills at work, I was shivering in front of a small heater. When I got up to pee, I thought I was going to pass out; I couldn't walk straight and it took every ounce of energy to make it to the bathroom. When I made my way to the bathroom and looked at my pathetic self, I saw that I was red in my face and my chest. I knew I had a fever- and a pretty high one. But I couldn't drive. Not without hurting myself or someone else. So I toughed it out at work and fortunately my fever broke about an hour before I had to pick up Lovie.

Whatever this is is leaving me with no energy. And Lovie's full of energy so it's a bit rough to deal with- especially since I'm doing this solo all week as the hubs is out on business till Friday night some time.

It's pointless to stay home- even though I know I should- because if I stay home Lovie stays home and that would require me to use up more energy than if I come in to work.

Because at work, I sit all day in front of a computer. And I do things like look at Pinterest.

That's where I got the inspiration for the first image above. I want to have that printed for Lovie's room. I just haven't decided if I want to include a picture of my lovebug with the wording or just leave it with just the quotes.

Anyway. Happy September!

I find it almost scary how a couple days away from everything due to a sickness can feel like weeks away, if not months.

I've been quite sick the past several days. It actually started back of February 17 when my throat started to hurt and I felt like I was coming down with something. On the 18th, it was hard to swallow but everything else was OK- though I was quite tired and remember going to bed quite early. Saturday the 19th, my mom came over to spend the night so that the husband and I could go out. I was in bed at 7pm though. All last week, the sore throat and tiredness turned into a hacking cough that wouldn't let up. This past Friday, the 25th, was the first time it didn't hurt to swallow in over a week, but the coughing was awful and dry and bark-like. And I was so tired and in bed right after Lovie again.

Saturday when I woke, I looked at the clock and saw it was 8am. And then it dawned on me that Lovie was still sleeping... after 13 hours of not hearing from her! I freaked out and peaked in her room and she was just sitting there in her crib. I waved, expecting her to get excited like normal but she just waved back. I went in and scooped her up and she was sooo warm. I took her temp and it was 100.3. She just clung to me. My poor sweet baby.

We hung out on the couch all day- Lovie and me and sometimes the husband. She basically laid on one of us all day. It was rough because I was coughing up a storm and my entire head felt like it would explode at any given moment it was so stuffy. Her temp stayed the same pretty much all day till it reached 103.5 late in the day. We got her in a cool tub, gave her some ibuprofen and got it down to 102 before putting her to bed.

Sunday I was still in hell, but Lovie was better- for the most part. A couple times her temp rose a bit but the highest it got was 101 before going back down for good. Thankfully. That was about 3pm when the husband finally took me to a Minute Clinic where I was diagnosed with severe bronchitis. Yippee Skippee. And because of my high blood pressure and codeine allergy, they couldn't give me anything more than a cough relaxer pill. But it worked. I got home, took the pill, took some alcohol Nyquil and passed out.

Monday I stayed home. I was feeling better but oh so tired and the cough was still quite prevalent- alongside a stuffy head. Lovie was a bit congested too, but fever-free again. She actually played a little on Monday.

Yesterday was a repeat of Monday though Lovie was 100% recovered.

Today... today I wish I was still in bed. I think I should've stayed home. I'm sooooo incredibly tired. I can't even describe it.

I'm guessing that's adding to this feeling like I've been away for weeks...

FML

I'm sick. Again. Unbloodyreal. Oh but that's real, too.

So I had a great weekend with my Lovie. We played and laughed all weekend long. Then about 6pm Sunday, this wave of ... sickness hit me. I just felt sick. I ate dinner and went to bed around 9.

Monday I woke and my throat was sore and head felt stuffy. I made it through the day but went to bed at 730.

Tuesday I woke up and found myself gagging on several different occasions. Not sure how else to explain it other than it felt like my throat and nose were fused together and anytime I tried to breathe or really focus on it, I would gag. I called the doctor's office and got an appointment for late morning. The diagnosis? Acute Laryngitis. OK?!???

Today, the gagging has ceased but I can barely breathe out of either nostril and the coughing. Oh the fucking coughing. It won't stop and my body aches as a result.

I'm on an antibiotic and mucinex per the doctor.

Half hour ago I went to the bathroom because I have cramps. Guess what else I have. My fucking period.

I think I'd feel a ton better if a semi would just run me over. Today warrants a FML status IMO.

It really doesn't matter

I'm beyond exhausted right now but it really doesn't matter.
I could go on and on about how sucktastically awful the weekend was- but it really doesn't matter.
I could tell you how my Lovie was feverish when I picked her up Friday from daycare and how she slept in the car and then again when we got home at 445 and didn't wake until 2am for a bottle... I could tell you how she was feverish on and off all day Saturday and how she took THREE very long naps after sleeping 15 hours (excluding waking to eat) Friday night... I could go on about how yesterday she was in better spirits but I wasn't and still am not because of this horrific cough that's invaded my body. Again.

I could go on and on about all of that and about how we have raccoons that party on our roof every night keeping us up and that the stupid landlord thinks it's just one little raccoon and that it's not a big deal when we're up every mofo night trying to scare them off.

But none of it matters... all that matters is her:

As long as she does her thing and smiles and has fun, then all is good in the world.

effing ay

been away because Lovie's got diarrhea again and momma's about to go BSC.

pray for us.

we're doing pedialyte (with that Floritude or whatevertheef it's called- probiotics?- in the am and pm), rice, potatoes, bread, crackers, yogurt (only dairy approved), applesauce, and the like. but it all comes squirting out. and then there's the wrestle on the changing table and her poor bum. and oh lookie it's squirting out and hitting the wall, my hand, her clothes, the clean diaper. every single time.

this is for the birds. i'm friggin exhausted and poor Lovie's tired and starving.

Grab the hand sanitizer

...you'll need it around here: Lovie's got the worst case of diarrhea I've ever seen. : (
Today is day FIVE of it.
Went to the doc and she said to STOP any milk products and give her Pedialite and solids (crackers, rice, non dairy).
My poor baby's bottom. 
I can't even say how many times *I've* broken down in tears because of hers- during diaper changes only. Otherwise she's the happiest, friendliest baby in the world and I'm not just saying that; I have proof!! She met 15 new people on Saturday when we threw my dad a birthday party (77th!). Every single one of them marveled at a) her beauty (sooo sweet- she was compared to the likes of Halle Berry... I'll take it!!) and b) how good she was. I barely saw her the entire time and didn't hear her either.
Then today, after the doc visit, we stopped by my work so I could get some things done since I'll be out wiping someone's butt as gently as I can and caking on the A&D ointment, and every single person she encountered again marveled at a) her beauty and b) how great a baby she is.
And she is.
My Lovie.
My doll. 

arrow is point to her two little teethers that joined our household several weeks ago- finally- at 9m4d (I've been saying she's been teething since 4 months- oops!)

Thanks for stopping by- don't forget to wash your hands now so you don't get the runs, too!

Ketchup!!

"One day there were three tomatoes walking down the street, a mama tomato, a daddy tomato and a baby tomato. Baby tomato is walking too slowly, so the daddy tomato goes back, steps on him and says 'ketchup!'"   (Muahahaha I love Pulp Fiction!)

Anywho, seems like I’ve got quite a bit of catching up to do as I've fallen quite behind.

Hahahaha get it?? I've fallen "behind" and it's a picture of my baby doll's butt?! Hahaha..Oy.

But since this is my blog, I’ll catch you up first: Lovie was diagnosed with pneumonia on Friday. Scary, huh? Fortunately it was the end of it and she’s fine now. Last week was pretty rough to say the least. My heart hurt so much for my sweet Lovie. But she’s back – and with a vengeance.

By Wednesday she was sitting up all on her own. We’d put her in the crib to nap, peek in on her, and see her sitting there in the middle of the crib. Little stinker. Then she started latching herself onto the side of the crib rails and peering through the rails (and yelling and/or crying and/or throwing out her paci), as well as trying to peer over the top rail. Needless to say, the crib got lowered Wednesday before bedtime.

Then yesterday, a little after noon, little Miss Thang officially started crawling! My little baby doll is growing so fast, so quickly. I can hardly keep up with it all. By the end of the day, she was crawling over to the jumperoo and trying to lift herself up by grabbing onto one of its legs for support. Oy. And, on the rare occasions she’d allow me to hold her, she’d wiggle her way out of my arms (as I sat my happy fat ass on the couch) so that she ended up with her feet on the floor to stand. All be herself- with the help of my legs and the couch.

We’re in trouble now, eh.

The timing actually couldn’t be better. We finally found an apartment and signed the lease Saturday: a three bedroom, two bath place on the 2nd floor of a two flat. There’s a sunroom which will be Lovie’s play room off the huge-ass living room and a long-ass hallway (with the bed and bathrooms jutting out from it leading to the kitchen) that will, I’m sure, be Lovie’s racetrack where she can cruise to her knees, legs, and heart’s content! We move at the end of the month so these next couple weeks will be quite interesting to try to pack everything up with a crawler on our hands.

Life couldn’t be any sweeter (just please no repeats of last week!)!

Parenting is tough work

taken Saturday before her temperature started rising

I'm currently looking up children songs and lyrics to sing to my baby doll as I've come to truly understand and appreciate that she loves it when I sing to her... almost as much as she loves when we read.  More than that, however, I'm learning what it means (at least what I think it means) when people say Parenting is tough work.

Lovie's been rather sick the past couple of days. She's had a fever since Saturday, and Sunday night it reached its highest at 104 (which is when Momma lost it and started crying- doesn't help that 1/2 hour later I needed a tampon). We took her to the doctor this morning and again she had a 101 fever. My poor, sick Lovie. Doc says one ear looks a little red but doesn't think it's infected yet. His main concerns are the wheezing (she started this yesterday) which may turn into asthma and that this may all turn into pneumonia.

I hate that my child is sick and I can do nothing more than try to ease the tears and screaming.

let me outta here!!

Up until about two hours ago, she hadn't even smiled at us since Sunday's 104 temperature. 

And that's what's hard.  Sure it's difficult to get up every couple of hours, sure it sucks having to give her a bottle of either formula or water to keep her hydrated every couple of hours, sure it's no cake walk to listen to the screams when they're 1/2 an inch from your ear since your baby wants nothing more than to be held most of the time.  But the hardest part is that you can't do much other than be there in an instant, remain calm, and hope that your baby feels better soon.  That's what's hard about being a parent- when they are so uncomfortable that they can't smile at you and all you can do is watch it all.

one of the last smiles we'd see for a couple days :(

Obviously I'm home with her today- like I was yesterday. The hubs finally went in to work today after the doctor's appointment. Tomorrow I'll probably go in to work while he stays with my Lovie. And then I think I'll stay home Thursday and Friday with her.  I love being with her all day long.  She's the absolute light of my life and, like I said, I'm discovering that she loves listening to fun songs that end in YAAAAAAAY with clapping (which I think she's trying to do- so stinkin cute).  And we've read all the books we have several times over as that's been the only things other than singing that keep her scream-free for a while.

Outside from seeing her sooo uncomfortable most of the time, I've thoroughly enjoyed this time with her and it's just a reiteration to me that This is what it's all about. Oh, and yes, Parenting is tough work... when your child is sick at least.

Here we go again.

It's official. I'm in the midst of sickness number four since starting back to work and putting Lovie in daycare four months ago. So I should expect to feel like ass at least once a month then?  And this is in addition to  Aunt Flo visits, too. FUN!!

Grumble.

So yesterday they let us out of work early because the power went out and there was no a/c. That means I got to pick up my Lovie a couple hours early! HOORAH!! When I walked into her room, she was sitting in a high chair (my big girl) whining. HahaHehe. She was looking at one of the teachers and whining to her - that's why I found it funny. Because I know my girl and my girl was telling this teacher she was hungry.  And I want my baby doll to speak up if she wants something. ;)

I put my bag down and said, "Oh what's wrong, baby girl?" Her eyes left the focus on the teacher and her whole body shifted to the entrance of the room. Once she saw me her face lit up.

Angel's sing.

"Why are you whining?" I said as her arms and legs started to go all crazy with excitement and a big smile covered her face. "Are you hungry?"

Again her arms and legs were all crazy and her little pursed mouth was making Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm sounds.  Don't get me wrong. These Mmmm sounds aren't like Mmmmm Good and Tasty, but rather Mmmm!!!! Mmmmm!!!!  Does that make any sense? Probably not but it's not a satisfactory sound, but rather a OMGI'MSOHUNGRY sound. :D

The teacher told me they were about to feed her but it could wait if I wanted. I told her I would feed her. And I did. And she gobbled the carrots all up like a big, good girl.

All the while one little girl, much bigger than Lovie so I'd have to put her at or very near 1, was screaming. And I mean screaming. She wasn't crying as there were no tears, she was just plain unhappy. And she was in one of the jumperoo things.  Apparently, the teachers were ordered by this child's mother that the girl is to stay in the jumperoo or the high chair at all times.

WTF?!

I started to get upset when they told me this. I mean, here I am feeding my Lovie and then picking her up all while this poor child is screaming because she can't move any more than the stupid jumperoo would allow. All because the teachers are doing what they're told by the parent.

Apparently the girl has become quite mobile with her crawling and is thereby getting hurt a lot so to avoid the scratches and bumps and bruises, the parent has ordered that she stay in the jumperoo or high chair at all times whilst there.

WHAT THE FUCK?!

I'm sorry. I know my baby doll is only (almost) 6 months old and isn't crawling yet (though she's getting super damn close which is freaking me), but I EXPECT that once she starts becoming more mobile that things will start happening.  Isn't that par for the friggin course?!?

I was really upset by this news. Not only do I have to listen to this poor child scream, but so do the teachers- only they have to listen to it ALL DAY LONG. All so the child doesn't CRAWL?!

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?!

The more she screamed the more my blood boiled and the faster I needed to leave before I started releasing that boil! Wow. I honestly don't know if I'll be able to hold my tongue today if the same thing happens when I pick up Lovie.

I'll probably be too wrapped up into the fact that my head feels like it's under water to focus on anything else.

How I spent the weekend before Summer's start.

We survived the weekend and all I got was this crappy head cold to show for it! Grrr. I should've known, really. Late last week, I found myself asleep on the couch after Lovie was put to bed- and her bedtime is 7!  Being ridiculously tired is always my first sign of a sickness about to knock me out.

Saturday we went to look at a couple apartments (one awful, one perfect- but too small!) and then went to a baby shower for the husband's cousin and his baby mama. What a fucking waste of a day. The invite said 2-6 so we show up at 210 and the guest of honor showed up at ... wait for it ... 420!!  I was pretty steamed and felt pretty fucking insulted to be honest. Just rude.  If it were my family, I'm pretty sure I would've left.  But then again, if it were my family, it wouldn't have gone down like that. There's just no excuse. Particularly when we find out that the mom-to-be lives 5 minutes away from the venue.  RUDE!

My MIL showed up after 3 (and the whole day was a reminder and an understanding of sorts as to why she showed up to my shower two hours late), saw us (there was one other person there on time), walked right up to us, put her purse down, and took my Lovie out of my hands without saying anything.  I understand she loves and adores Lovie and that she's her only grandbaby but come on!  Say something before just yanking her out of my arms.  And the next time I was actually able to see my baby and hold her (to change her diaper of course) she smelled like MIL: gnarly old lady perfume and moth balls. FUCK!!!

What is it with women and their perfume?!  Why the hell does perfume even exist?  I haven't worn any since I was like 13. Because it stinks. And it always makes me sneeze or gag. Always. Just slap on some fucking deodorant like the rest of us, would you?!  UCK!!

When we finally left the stupid shower, we had to head over to my dad's place to do the Father's Day thing with him.  It was almost 7 already!  Wha?!?!  After an hour and a half or so we were on our way home.

Lovie was incredible the whole day despite only napping for half an hour or so at the shower.  She fell asleep while we were at my dads and then went straight to bed when we got home... but she did end up waking at  3, 330, 4 and 6 for the day. Yikes.  That's when I started feel my head pounding and my throat closing.  Fortunately Lovie's able to play independently so I let her do so in her pack n play and in the Jumperoo before breakfast and her first nap of the day. And when she was down for her nap (in the swing), I placed the husband's gift (a framed collage of photos of him and Lovie since her birth) and a card on his office chair and laid down on the couch next to Lovie in the swing. It was 8am.

At around 11, Lovie was still swinging and napping and I was asleep on the couch next to her when I hear sniffing.  I get up to find the husband in the office with tears streaming down his face (he'd probably kill me if he knew I was blogging about this). He found his gift and LOVED it. That or he was just so disgusted by it that it brought him to tears.

Lovie said her first real words yesterday, too: Da da da da was heard as she and her daddy were playing. The husband and I chuckled about it because while it was clear that she said "Da Da", it was was also clear that she had no clue what she was saying. But the timing of it happening on Father's Day was just priceless!

For lunch, I treated to Fogo de Chao which was a hit as always.

Lovie was, again, such a good girl. She sat in a high chair (first time in a restaurant) the whole time! My BIG GIRL! Everybody passing by stopped to tell us how cute she is. One woman even said, "I just have to say she's the cutest baby I think I've ever seen. And I've seen a lot of babies in my life!"

At one point when I was holding her near the end of lunch, she was very smiley and chatty with the people sitting next to us. The people were enamored by her, laughing and talking to her, and exclaiming, "I swear she just said Hi!"

I swear she does, too. That and I Love You.  I swear she's talking already in addition to sitting and practically crawling. And she's not even 6 months old yet!  INSANITY.

And now I have to drown myself in water and hot tea and pray I can wash the shit that's in my head out so that I don't miss a single thing with Lovie... the countdown to her Half Birthday has officially begun: 8 more days!!

3 in 2

I'm battling a cold.

Ridiculous.

I've been back to work for 2 months (next week) and I've been sick three times and have gotten my period three times.

Is this the Universe's way of telling me something? I mean, I don't WANT to be at work so I'm not sure what the point could be.

Thank God Lovie's been OK - aside from having a stuffy nose since day three at daycare, which has since turned into a runny, snotty nose the past couple weeks. And holy hell can I not take those slimy stretchy boogers!!

Stinky, shitty diapers - ok.

Slimy, stretchy boogers - NASTY!

Heh, yet what I wouldn't do right now to be sitting trying to catch said slimy, stretchy booger from Lovie's tiny button nose instead of sitting here at work bitching about how I'm battling a cold whilst "working".


7 more hours love bug...

AWFUL weekend

I made frozen pizza Friday night and ate most of it within a couple hours leaving one and a half pieces which the husband finished off near midnight (he was doing his parents' taxes and out all night as a result).

The next morning, I fed Lovie and found myself running to the bathroom every hour. I couldn't hold her or play with her much; just kind of fed her and dumped her back into the crib while I ran to the bathroom and then back to bed.

The husband soon was doing the same... except by 10AM, I could hear the violence coming from the bathroom and it was coming out both ends for him (I was feeling nauseous the entire time but thankfully hadn't puked).

By 1PM, I was puking violently while we both kept racing to the bathroom and then back to bed and/or the couch. Poor Lovie was still in the crib. I called my mom in tears and she came out by 4PM (lives an hour and half away!) and stayed for several hours, playing with Lovie.

It was the worst day of my life. No matter how much I wanted to hold my baby girl and play with her, I couldn't. I just had no energy and what little energy I did have, I needed to use to go the bathroom.

But thanks to my mom, Lovie did get to smile and giggle some on Saturday!

Yesterday was better for the husband but I pretty much spent the entire day still running to the bathroom. Today, it's the same thing. Nothing will stay down, yet I'm still here at work.

I'm never having Red Baron frozen pizza again. Ever.

3 months

Happy 3 months, Lovie!!

Even though I'm sitting here at work doing everything possible to Not fall asleep and you're at daycare probably napping - or eating, or pooping, or playing, or swinging - I'd much rather be with you at home celebrating like we did the last two months... with a photo shoot! We had a fun weekend though and I guess that's what matters - that when we do spend time together, it's fabulous. And it was. Even though we didn't do anything, really. Other than hang. And I soooo love hanging with you. 24/7 if I could!!
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Last night was rough. Not because of anything baby related. Well, not really but kind of: I have the yeast infection from hell...which was the dessert to the cold from hell two weeks ago! By god, I can't catch a break - and oddly enough, it's all only since going back to work!! Go figure!

Yeah so last night was very rough. I've basically been awake since 1AM because I just couldn't stop scratching my crotch. Oy. It hurts. And it itches. What a friggin conundrum, eh?! Argh. I finally went to the doc a bit ago and got a prescription by way of one little pill (had a bad experience with Monistat a couple years ago that made it seem like the sun was in my up my who-ha- Modern Family anyone??). Somethings gotta give.

2 hours and 15 minutes, Lovie...