Despite the fact that I have thought it was Monday all day, it seems it is Sunday and I actually have the chance to blog. CRAZY! Especially since my husband is out of town and I definitely anticipated having less time. But somehow, the baby went down at 8pm tonight and is still asleep, so I think I win at parenting. She says, on day one of 6 of single parenting. Check in later this week to see the shell of a mother who once thought her kid sleeping was her doing. It’ll be fun times.
I need my spam filter here to realize that none of my commenters use the word auspicious to describe anything I’ve written and that all that crap can go right into the trash.
Eli is participating in a few studies at my graduate school and today he did the second part of one he started 2 months ago. Basically he lays naked and kicks for 10 minutes and using electrodes and cameras and measurements and triangulation and nonsense they can calculate the force he uses to kick. And all he has to do is be naked, which he loves. Though today he seriously did not kick once. Not one time. But after his failed kicking time they did a developmental assessment and found him to be at a 5 month motor level, so apparently he’s just too advanced for your juvenile kicking.
Don’t judge me, but Paul Ryan is pretty. I have a thing for guys with dark hair and blue eyes. I mean, yes, he’s the worst and he has two (single syllable) first names, but he’s pretty.
With my husband out of town, my television watching is very limited since we watch most shows together. Lucky for me Dance Moms is new this week, but otherwise, I’ve got almost nothing. And because Lifetime hates me, they stopped airing Grey’s Anatomy 3 hours a day. WTF Lifetime?
I go back to work next week. I don’t know what days I’ll be working and my schedule will be variable each week. I’ll know the Friday before and I’ve already said I won’t work more than 3 days in a week, so it’ll be interesting to see how things pan out. I still don’t want to go back at all, but there’s a small part of me looking forward to adult interactions, especially after this week where I’m home alone most of the time.
So, the trip to the doctor I mentioned several weeks ago didn’t yield a whole lot. He did an allergy blood test for environmental allergies which revealed, unsurprisingly, that I am allergic to outside. I knew this already and am confident it is not the cause of the reactions I’m having. I’ve been pre-medicating with Claritin and Zantac before any exercise and though I’m still getting hives occasionally, I’m not getting the stomach upset or the migraine, which is a good change. I’m going to find out from my insurance if I need a referral to see an allergist and if not, I’m going to make an appointment to see if they have other suggestions. I cannot imagine dealing with this for the rest of my life, but all signs and research point to it being permanent. Ugh.
My sister is moving, next weekend, to the city we lived in until last summer. Which on the one hand is awesome because it means she’s 30 minutes away (and she’s having a baby in October!), but on the other hand feels like an even bigger bummer that we live where we do since we could be living like a mile away. If I’d have known she was going to move, we might not have signed a year long lease here. But we don’t have the cash to do anything about it now.
My baby is on an eating strike. And he’s decided he really prefers formula to breast milk, which, sorry kid, mom just rented a breast pump for six months. You get what you get and you don’t get upset. I think half of it is that he’s so interested in the world he can’t be bothered to stop and eat anymore. He’s still gaining weight (3oz this week), so there’s no need to worry, but we all know I’m going to do it anyway.
My child is asleep so it seems most reasonable that I join him. Have a lovely week, look for a few posts this week, I’m finally getting my act, somewhat, back together.