Anjali found a wonderful website to help find the presidential candidate whose positions most closely match the issues that are important to you. I don't know about you, it's been tough for me this time. For whatever reason, I have been having difficulty distinguishing between the candidates. This was really helpful!
Thanks, Anjali.
Wow! I don't think that we could have asked for a better weekend. It went up to 52 degrees on Saturday and Sunday, and with daylight savings time starting today, the sun was out until somewhere around 7:30, I think. It really gave me spring fever, and it was so welcome after all that cold that we endured.
DH wore his winter coat and hat outside; I think that he's more sensitive to the cold than I am, and that's saying a lot. DD, on the other hand, has an internal furnace that puts us both to shame. DD and I just wore heavy sweaters and felt fine in the sunshine, swinging on the porch swing and singing Old MacDonald.
I even took DD to the park today -- now that was wishful thinking. I guess that I thought that since the four inches of ice on our driveway had melted away, there would be a nice area to play in. Wrong-o. There was still a few inches of snow on the playground. DD wanted to walk around, but I wouldn't let her do it. I didn't even think to bring along a pair of boots, so infected with spring fever was I. The poor thing was very, very disappointed.
DH joined us as we were walking back toward home from the park. We did get to go for a little walk around town. I think DH is kind of angry with me, or at least he seemed to be. I didn't even bring up having another baby (even though I do talk about it frequently), but DH started talking about how he is never going to have time to himself again. I was kind of confused at first, because I thought that he was talking about being pulled away from whatever he was working on to take a walk. But it was deeper than that.
This always seems to happen. The more I tip toward just going for it, the more DH seems to get upset about it. I even went so far as to leave a message for my RE (reproductive endocrinologist) on Friday to ask him if there is any protocol I could follow for an FET (frozen embryo transfer) that would allow me to preserve my breast feeding relationship with DD.
DH does raise a myriad of good points. One of the many arguments that he raises is that I don't even have DD's room set up for her, but I don't think it's a crisis, since we are still breast feeding and co-sleeping. The place that will be her room is the place where I'm sitting right now, typing. And it is completely trashed -- it is filled with boxes of stuff and miscellaneous things that I just don't know what I will do with when I have to move them out. But move them out I will. When we are ready, I am going to have to take some time off of work to just do it. I want to paint, wallpaper, and carpet in here. And I will have to move my "office" somewhere else. If we have two children, then DH will lose his office, and I think we will have to share the guest room downstairs (sorry guests, you will be relegated to the couch because we don't have any extra rooms).
I guess I am just more laid back about all this stuff. DD doesn't need a room now. There is no new baby, and if there were, that child wouldn't need a room right away either. The hard part is just getting to a place where I don't feel like DH will secretly hate me forever for going forward. He says he won't, but I need to really know that is true in my heart. I love him very, very much. I dated every jerk in the metropolitan area (or so it seems) before I found him. And I never, ever want to let go. He is so perfect. For me, and for DD.
1. I will keep this short and sweet. It is still cold, things are still frozen, I'm still going to the laundromat to wash, and I would guess that our heating and electrical bills are not going to be pretty this month (I'm guess around $1200 collectively). Lord, I HATE winter. (I had originally had a multi-paragraph post providing you with all the details, but? It was totally not interesting and very whiny.)
2. My parents have left for their vacation. I miss them already. They won't be back until mid-March! I usually talk to my mom every day on the way home from work. I have one of those Bluetooth hands-free things, so no, I'm not a danger on the road. It makes the drive go by faster, and we keep up with each other's lives. I don't know what I'm going to do now. I have at least an hour drive each way to work; it's going to be long and boring until they come back. And I'm so very jealous. They are going someplace warm. Lucky, lucky, lucky.
3. DD is apparently growing like a weed, right under my nose, and without my really noticing. During the winter, I always buy sleepers with feet in them, because she refuses to get under the covers at night time. In this respect, she must take after the donor, because DH and I are always freezing. All of a sudden, she outgrew every freaking one of her sleepers. So I had to go out today and buy new ones. And then go to the laundromat to wash them so that she could at least put one of them on tonight.
4. When we got married, my husband had one cat, and I had five. Two of the five were Siamese cats, and I was closest to the both of them. One of them died after a short battle with kidney failure while I was pregnant with DD. The second one is now my little buddy. She only weighs about six pounds, and she is all piss and vinegar. She is a seal point (the darkest kind), with eyes the color of blue jeans. A few days ago, she stopped doing her usual things (which includes throwing up every day -- imagine, knowing that your cat is sick because she stops throwing up). She seems to have dropped a little weight, and she didn't have much to spare. I took her to the vet yesterday, and so far, the blood work shows that her kidneys are OK. I'll know about her thyroid and perhaps other issues tomorrow. If they don't find out what's wrong through the blood work, then they want to do an ultrasound to rule out a cancer. She will be 16 this month, and she has been really healthy so far. I am just not ready to lose her. She has been with me since she was eight weeks old. If it has to be anything, I hope it's her thyroid. That's not fatal, and it's treatable.
5. Nothing more to say for now, other than it's Sunday. And I hate, hate, hate Sunday evenings because it means that Monday is right around the corner. And that means another work week. I really wish that the job market would open up in my field so that I can find something that would be better. I just can't imagine working at this place until I retire. Actually, I really wish that I could have another baby and stay at home to be with them. But that's not going to happen -- at least the staying home part. Still thinking about the other baby. I guess dreams die hard.
Have a good week!
Warning: This post is not about cute little kid stuff . . .
We recognized Administrative Professionals Day/Week where I work. There are a group of us, six to be exact, who share two secretaries. My boss, who is one of the six, asked me to inquire of the group regarding whether people were interested in lunch, flowers, or lunch and flowers. One person replied that in her X number of years of working here, secretaries were always recognized privately. In other words, screw us; she wasn't interested in doing anything with the likes of us. She is quite the bitch generally, so no one was surprised. That left the other five. Everyone agreed to lunch on Thursday, stating that was enough; one person wanted to buy something extra and I believe that he did so.
I thought lunch was a little light on the appreciation score, so I said that I was going to buy some truffles for my secretary. (My husband picked them up for me -- isn't he sweet?) They are hand made at a little chocolate store in town. They were packaged up nicely.
I gave them to my secretary on Wednesday. Later that day, I asked if she'd tried them, and she said that she hadn't. I asked if she ate chocolate (because I would have gotten her something else), and she said that she did. The next day, I asked if she liked the chocolates, and she said that she'd left them here in the fridge, because she wanted to take them to lunch with us. And that's what she did -- she passed them around the table, which pretty much exhausted the dozen that I'd purchased, given that there were nine of us who ended up going to the restaurant.
At first, I thought, "well, they're hers to do with as she pleased." But then, I started thinking about it and getting a little ticked off. And I mentioned it to my mother and my husband, both of whom thought that it was not a nice thing to do. My husband suggested that if my secretary didn't like the idea of chocolates, she should have gotten rid of them in a more discreet manner. I guess I agree with that. So, next year, I guess I'm in the "just lunch" camp.
No good deed goes unpunished, I guess.
