Thursday, August 30, 2007

a healthier house

I spent all afternoon getting rid of dust in the bedrooms and the hallway that leads to them. This area is now called the no-shoe zone. And it must be healthier, because we're not sneezing anymore and Mr. December's eyes aren't red and puffy.

Productive evening, too... we fixed up the edges of the flooring downstairs, and then assembled an IKEA sofa bed for my office. Now I can nap without leaving my computer!

I'm taking my antibiotics religiously... and sure enough, I'm feeling the telltale warning signs of a yeast infection. I forgot to take my acidopholous. Maybe if I start now... ?

Tuesday, August 28, 2007


this time, I almost didn't make it to the bathroom in time.

Mr. December still thinks it's funny to see me streaking past him, hands cupped to my mouth, and then to hear me puking. Thanks, honey. It's very amusing. Serves me right, trying to eat chicken instead of sweet carby goodness. Won't be doing that again in a hurry... I'm gonna try for some rice pudding later tonight.

And just because I was doing so well and having a reasonably easy pregnancy, the powers that be decided to spice things up a bit. I have a UTI. Doesn't help that Lumpy is now kicking me in the bladder. Cause, you know, having to pee every two seconds instead of every five minutes wasn't annoying enough. Now it has to be painful too.

I'm still very blessed over here... both with actually being pregnant and with how the pregnancy is going. This is a minor blip. Please excuse me while I go chug some cranberry juice.

(oh, and does anybody out there love scrabble? wanna play with me via e-mail?)

Progess... and coming soon -

Our house is almost cleaned up. The duct cleaning guy is here right now... and the cleaning ladies are coming later. Most of the boxes are unpacked and the furniture we have is pretty much in place. I almost live in a real house!

About time, too. My head hurts and I'm sneezing from all the dust. That needs to stop. And I need to sleep later than 8 a.m., which is when the contractors show up and start making noise. Tomorrow will be a contractor-free day. Huzzah.

I got out my guitar last night for the first time in a long time. Once I'm done with the renovation craziness I'm going to start working on my music again. Maybe I can get a whole CD done before Lumpy arrives.

Sunday, August 26, 2007


Our toilet is working again. And we FINALLY have a working laundry room. Hooray!

We're going to install some flooring today... the hallway I did last week looks awesome, so here we go with Mr. December's office!

Last night I had a scary dream. It had nothing to do with my pregnancy, but I woke up with the feeling that something bad had happened. Immediately my thoughts turned to Lumpy... I dug out the doppler... it took a full 90 seconds to locate Lumpy's heartbeat, during which time I nearly stopped breathing. Finally - the "hoofbeat" sound I was looking for. I listened for 5 minutes until Lumpy moved away, presumably to get some shut-eye. Can't say I blame the kid - I was pretty exhausted myself. But it still took me a long time to get back to sleep.

Friday, August 24, 2007

the tree giveth and the tree taketh away

We have a city tree on our lot. It shades our whole front yard and gives it a cozy cottagey feel. It keeps parked cars cool. It's a giving tree.

Of course, it's also a taking tree... insidiously breaking into our sewer pipes and stealing precious nutrients from the sewage. Blocking up our drains. Taking away my ability to pee in comfort in the middle of the night.

The plumbing guys are here, and they're going to replace the cast iron drain stack and about 5 feet of sewer pipe. The whole shebang will cost us about 2 grand... guess we're not going furniture shopping this weekend.

On the upside, since it's a city tree that is most likely causing the problems, the city will give us a $2000 grant to repair the damage. On the whole, we should come out even.

And as Mr. December says, it's a good excuse to renovate the hideous basement bathroom.

Now get your asses over here and here and give my peeps Reality and Shlomit some encouragement. It's a fucking hard road. They need lots of virtual love.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Update from the semi-conscious.

I am so fucking tired. I slept for three hours this afternoon. Still fucking exhausted, like non-functional exhausted.

It's not our toilet that's blocked. It's the whole main stack for the house. The bigass drain pipe in the basement is FULL of water. Gross raw sewage water. Much of which has now been splashed on the bathroom floor by the man with the 25-foot toilet snake.

I think we'll sleep elsewhere tonight.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

20 weeks

Had my 20 week appointment today.

Our Down syndrome screening is back. Our risk is 1:50,000 - the same as the risk for a 15-year-old.

The ultrasound report is back (from two weeks ago). Lumpy looks perfect, but was too shy and demure to show us any relevant bits. So... we're still having a mystery.

I have other things to say, but I'm really tired and hungry. Maybe later.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Nothin says lovin like...

... puking up half a large pizza and a jumbo bubble tea.

Yes, I am 19 and a half weeks pregnant. Yes, "morning sickness" (don't get me started on that misnomer) is supposed to get better for most people at the end of the first tri. Once again, I am in an uncomfortable minority.

My diclectin ran out. As in, no more refills. I don't see my doc til Wednesday. I honestly thought it wouldn't be a problem... maybe my nausea had gone away. Right? Right? Wrong.

I'm back to feeling brutally hungry in an instant, then progressing to nauseated. If *anything* smells a little off (like the inside of my brand new dishwasher), I gag. Sometimes that escalates to full-on puking. The entire contents of my stomach, gone. So much for nourishing Lumpy. Fortunately I've got enough fat reserves for the kid to live off until he graduates from university.

At least Mr. December got it right last night. While I was hunched over our lovely new toilet, he massaged my shoulders, stroked my hair, and said "you're doing great, honey. I'm so proud of you." I know it sounds over the top right now, but I swear it made me feel ten times better. And it was way better than his usual "eww! don't forget to flush twice!"

So yeah, that's where I am. Too sensitive to smells to do much around the house (the whole place is full of strange smells). Too nauseated to fix myself a meal, but hungry all the time.

But it's all okay...

Lumpy kicked me this morning. That makes it all worthwhile.

Friday, August 17, 2007

Moving right along...

Our bedroom is pretty much organized now. I can cook in the kitchen. Lumpy's room is a temporary dining room. My office is fully unpacked.

Things are moving right along.

The house is getting painted this week and next. Soon all we'll have to do is wash the floors and unpack the boxes. I can't wait to be able to walk around barefoot without turning the soles of my feet black.

Last night I'd had enough. We haven't watched an episode of Angel in at least three weeks. I was in withdrawal from Bore.anaz's hotness. I set up my old computer (thank God I never got rid of it), ransacked the basement boxes until I found the DVDs, and popped some popcorn. Lovely. Now all I need is that IKEA sofa-bed in my office so that I can lounge while I watch stuff.

Now that my old computer is running, I've discovered that there's an unprotected wireless network nearby... so my days of internet withdrawal are over. I'm trying to catch up on the blogs. Did I mention that my days of productive housework are over, too?

Tired. Sleepy. Unable to write complex sentence structures. I'm going back to bed.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

It's all good...

We've moved in. We're finally sleeping at our house, as dusty and gross as it is. We have a wardrobe in our bedroom now, so we can upack our clothes. I spent this evening scrubbing our bathroom (there were globs of dried grout and caulking [i]everywhere[/i]) and unpacking our toiletries into it. Before and after pictures will be posted, but probably not for a couple of weeks because...

My computer has died.


Our internet isn't hooked up yet.

So forgive me for not posting as frequently as before. If you need me, call. My phone is working. Otherwise I'll be back online as soon as I can.

Oh, and I had my 18-week ultrasound on Thursday. It's stupid, the technician isn't allowed to comment at all... so we saw Lumpy, but no word on whether all the measurements are normal, AND no word on the sex. We have to wait til our next doc appointment for that.

Monday, August 06, 2007

What'd I miss?

Just got back from a long weekend in Vegas. I love Cirque du Soleil.

Very tired and not up to blogging much right now, but I wanted to reassure you that I have not fallen off the face of the earth.

So leave me comments... and tell me what happened, please. I need to catch up!

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

We moved. Finally.

The movers arrived at our apartment at 5 p.m. It took six hours to load the truck. They unloaded until about 4:30 in the morning.

I have to say, the guys we ended up with were real troopers. Even at 3 a.m. they were joking and smiling, and they did their job really well. I would never again use that company, but I gotta hand it to Ernie, Steve, and Phillipe... they did good.

Since we still have some painting to do, we're not unpacking much yet. We slept at my parents' house last night - er, this morning. We have to go back to our apartment today and clean up a bit.

So tired. My whole body aches. I'm going back to bed.

oh, and for those who know me IRL, our home phone number remains the same... but it won't be hooked up until next Tuesday.