Long time no post

Got no excuse really, I think about it, and then don't do it. Back at work, kind of sucks. It's a small office, and there is a LOT of political stuff going on that wasn't there before I left. It is getting harder and harder to keep my nose to the grindstone and out of the hellfire. I have Doodle to come home to, and he just makes work so insignificant. I need to remind myself of that several times a day lately.

Doodle grew several inches, he is figuring out the jump-a-roo. Totally would have been worth paying full price, but I'm glad I got it for a third of that on Craigs.

Inclimate Weather

So - we had a huge hail storm here this afternoon. It was strangely loud, and made me a little nervous. I picked up Doodle and took him away from the window. (I am so lucky - if I park him in his bouncey seat in front of the window he is as happy as a clam for about an hour - he likes watching the world go by). Then I wasn't sure what was worse, him being mad about losing the window or the storm outside.

Anyway - enough hail to cover the ground, but it was warm enough that everything melted within a few minutes. I did get a picture, thankfully you are spared the screaming Doodle in the background. He settled right back into the bouncey and all is right with the world.

Thing 2

So - I have two cats. Thing 1 and Thing 2. How'd they get those names you ask? Well - Thing 1 likes to sit on your shoulders and be carried around the house. You can wash dishes, put things away, generally most anything as long as you don't need to bend over very far.

My husband to be came over the first time, was standing with his back to the frig. Thing 1 (previous named Kit) jumped on him from nowhere and settled on to his shoulders. We'd been dating all of 3 days, had met a month prior and had talked on the phone often. He jumped, said something about how they were just like Thing 1 and Thing 2 from Dr Suess jumping around all over the place causing problems. So, as I was uncommited to their previous names (Kit and Kat) I changed them.

So off of the substory - Thing 2 is the stupidist cat ever. Last night I left her sleeping on the couch when I went to bed. She wakes up ~ 2am and starts howling frantically. I am on the second floor in a sound sleep for ONCE, and she is hysterical. I just yell "I am up here", she comes running up to bed and is so happy to see me. Although it is nice to know she is that happy to see me, can she not figure it out? I go to bed the same place every night. This is not the first time people. This happens at least once a month, sometimes more often. The really funny thing is, she is the cat that has figured out how to open doors, she opens cabinets to get the food out. Idiot savant?

Kieara

Last year my cube mate Kieara was diagnosed with cancer. She had gone in for a hysterectomy and the docs were unable to do the procedure laproscopily (however that should be spelt). So when they went in surgically, they found her to be stage 4. She gave it a good fight, tried the chemo, went thru several specialists, and lost the battle after FOUR months. She was fairly young, mid50s and has this wonderful family. Her daughter just got married, one son got married last year, the other son is in college. Her funeral was 3 days before I had Doodlebug, my blood pressure was very high the day before the funeral, the docs were a little worried. I made it thru the funeral, crying a LOT. So - I missed a lot of the sadness around the office, as I was home on maternity leave. I healed at home in more ways than one.

Her husband came in today to say hi to everyone. He looks good, but you can see the sadness in his eyes. It is so difficult to find things to say to people that aren't a cliche. But then, I guess they became a cliche because they are the only things to say. I had a difficult time getting pregnant with Doodle - fertility doc and the works. We didn't have to go as far as IVF, just IUI. Kieara was the only person @ work that knew what we were doing and going thru the various tests. She was the first person I told I was pregnant (besides the husband, but only because he was smart enough to answer the cell phone the morning I did the home test). She prayed for us to get what we wanted most, and from some people that would sound contrived, but Kieara was sincere in her hopes and prayers.

Being back at work with a new cube mate that isn't her is sad. I miss her. She never got to meet Doodlebug.

Miss California & Octomom

I don't like either of these people. I think they are idiots, brainless twits, definitely not being people I would hang with.

Miss California. I do admire her for sticking to her lameass opinion about gay marriage. With all the backlash she could have easily jumped in and said "I was nervous, that isn't what I meant to say" and probably gotten away with it.

Octomom. She had those eggs in storage, from a previous IVF. To her they were people who needed to be born. Isn't that a pro-choice opinion? Who am I to tell her what to do?

Got this off my chest finally. Back to work now, gotta learn to schedule a few rants on here once in awhile.

Back to work

Boy - Back to work on Thursday. I can't believe it is 12 weeks since I had doodlebug.

I think the first week shouldn't count since I hardly remember it, and we were in the hospital the whole time anyway. This was pre-blog, here is the short version. Doodlebug was 5 weeks premature, which isn't super early. He had hypoglycemia, which is low blood sugar. This can cause brain damage and death if not caught early. Most hospitals test for this immediately after birth, so it rarely goes uncaught. Usually one or two feedings will correct this, and once it is corrected it is never a problem again. Doodlebug didn't correct after 2 feedings, so was put on an IV. He needed to be stable off the IV for 48 hours before release, so we were there a total of 6 days waiting for him to stabilize. I don't want to overplay it, there were babies that were FAR sicker than him, but it was difficult.

The funny thing about having a kid that no one tells you is that the emotional bond you have immediately is pretty freaky. I am honestly one of the most placid people you could meet. I generally don't react to anything overally emotionally. I complain about things, but I don't cry easily, I usually reason everything out. One of the reasons I picked the hospital I did was in case something happened, we were 11 minutes away, we could visit easily if needed. The day I was to be released and Doodlebug wasn't, I woke up crying so hard I couldn't stop. My husband went and got a nurse and she gave me some medication and sat and calmed me down. My husband joked that it was nice to see that I wasn't a cylon. :)

Anyway - this going back to work is going to suck way more than I expected. Doodle is getting more and more interesting everyday. He greets me every morning with a smile, he recognizes me across the room. While I think I will be a better mom for working, I hate that someone else gets to spend so much time with him. I just want everything - is that wrong? I do really like his daycare lady. She seems wonderful, he really warmed up to her right away. I've seen pictures of her family on facebook, and her kids seem very happy. Other kids she takes care of have been with her for years. I'm hoping for a long term relationship.

St Pats, holiday

So I had a bunch of friends over for St Patricks day, very belated. It's so good to see & hang with friends that you get to see rarely. I tend to get stuck in my patterns and miss the trees in the forest. Doodlebug was a little crabby. I think he is going thru, or getting ready to go thru a growth spurt. He is sleeping a lot,which he hates, and he is next to never crabby. He did get passed around a lot, he likes the attention that is for sure. I hope he keeps that openness about strangers (at least strangers I say are ok!). I would hate for him to be all clingy and dependent.

The corned beef turned out awesome. Everyone was very complementary - I wish it was harder to cook so that I felt I deserved the praise. I mean, the hardest thing is pretty much chopping the potatoes up. Crockpots are the greatest invention ever. I cooked 20#s and only have enough left for a couple of meals for T & I.

I find myself at odds today. I go back to work in a couple of days, I finished nearly everything that was on my "I must get done before I go back to work" list. I'm not looking forward to leaving him at daycare, I will miss him a lot more than I expected to. That little smile when he sees me upon waking makes everything better. I don't want to do anything @ home, there is another snowstormgoing on out there, so I don't want to do anything out there. I think I'll throw in a movie and wait for doodlebug to wake up. We gotta cram an additional 2 days of playing into this week.

babies

I just hosted our "baby lamaze" class reunion. Everyone has had their babies by now, and they all met up. Doodlebug was interested, a little concerned with all the activity, but not overly so. It was really fun to see everyone again, and especially to see all of the little ones. Doodlebug was early, so he was the smallest baby. He was on par with everyone for where he is at developmentally, which was nice to see. The doctors all said he would be, but it was still really nice to see.

So tired and I need to get up early to make corned beef and cabbage. Doodlebug (why didn't I pick a shorter nickname?) came early, which made it nearly impossible to host St Pats day on or near St Pats. Solution - reschedule for Ts birthday, 1 party, 2 milestones. Awesome planning on my part..... :)

Music tastes & corrupting our young

Mom of an almost 3 month old. I gotta get going on converting him to my ways before his dad gets him. We listened to me mp3 player today. My thoughts are that the first music you are subjected to is what you learn to like. I like the 80s, most pop and thanks to doodlebugs grandma, bubblegum 60s.

He liked most everything today - Prince included (I am so going to hell) but hated Joss Stone. Just a funny observation. Gotta see how Britney fares, Avril went over very well. :)

Starting this

I keep saying I am going to do this, and yet don't. It was on my list of things to do before going back to work from maternity leave, and I have exactly 6 days left, so YEA, mission accomplished.

I thought I'd have lots of time. Boy - do those little humans take up a LOT of time. You get your one thing accomplished, and then it is time to start the whole process over again. I wouldn't change it, but for all the preparation work I did, I really wasn't prepared for the reality of a complete lack of energy, brain power, etc.