Bad Mama

Two for one
June 28, 2007, 9:52 pm
Filed under: Parenting, Peanut

“Mom, there really was a band called the Pixies?”

“Yes, there really was, and they played the song you liked”

“Wow, that’s so cool!”

Yes, she’s three and not quite a half, why do you ask?

Also, she’s decided that I have “breastles (breasts+nipples). Big ones. And a big belly. “Whoa, Mom, your belly is big!”

A love of “Where is my mind” goes a long way towards forgiving that.


High School Meme
June 28, 2007, 8:27 pm
Filed under: Uncategorized

I thought this one sounded fun. Saw it on Andrea’s blog.

1 Who was your best friend?
Tina, Kim, Lisa, and Nikki. Tina drifted away because she got a super-religious boyfriend and married him right after high-school. Kim drifted away because she started dating a boy I had, um, “dated”, and that squicked her out and then she got pregnant right after high school. As did Lisa. Both of these girls had sworn no sex ’til marriage, and didn’t listen to my condom lecture. My parents didn’t send me to church, but I managed to not get pregnant for quite some time. Nikki is still one of my best friends, and Peanut liked to pretend that she’s Nikki’s baby’s big sister.

2 What sports did you play?
Nothing organized.

3 What kind of car did you drive?
First, a 1984 Renault LeCar. It had a choke, and three strong guys could lift it. And did.
Second, a 1982 Cadillac Sedan deVille. It was literally twice as long as the Renault, and sucked so much gas it would put a Hummer to shame.
After that, I drove a variety of cheap old cars until they broke down.

4 It’s Friday night, where were you?
If I wasn’t at home reading, then I was out at a non-alcohol teen dance club, dancing away to Bel Biv Devoe.

5 Were you a party animal?
I wasn’t a drug user, nor did I drink very often. But I did like going out dancing a lot.

6 Were you considered a flirt?
I think Nikki would describe that as the understatement of the year.

7 Were you in band, orchestra, or choir?
I had to quit band (trumpet) in junior high because of braces. I was in choir and show choir as long as I was healthy.

8 Were you a nerd?
I guess so. I wasn’t popular, but I wasn’t nerdy in the traditional stereotype. I really didn’t fit in at my school, but I did okay when I went to the larger city nearby. I would have been goth/punk, but I refused to wear heavy black clothing when it was hot out and my mom would only buy me so many pairs of black tights. My friend’s little brother thought I was dressed up as a vampire one night when we were on our way out to the club (black hair, pale skin, red lips).

9 Did you get suspended/expelled?
No, not so much as a detention (my mom taught at my school, and she excused me the one day in my life that I skipped).

10 Can you sing the fight song?
Yes, and the alternative version. It’s the same as the Notre Dame fight song.

11 Who was your favorite teacher?
My history teachers were all my favorite teachers. I was good at that subject, and instead of finding it annoying that I needed more advanced work, they thought it was great.

12 School mascot?
Bulldog. One guy friend of mine got it tattooed on his bicep.

13 Did you go to Prom?
Yes, sophomore, junior, and senior year. None of them were particularly pleasant experiences.

14 If you could go back and do it over, would you?
Only if you promised me I would stay that skinny through adulthood, and then I’d still have to think about it.

15 What do you remember most about graduation?
Watching everyone else graduate while I sat in the roasting hot bleachers. That, and I had missed so much school I didn’t get invited to any graduation parties.

16 Where were you on senior skip day?
Seniors who skipped on that day were told they couldn’t receive their diplomas, so there wasn’t one. Plus, I missed so much anyway it didn’t matter.

17 Did you have a job your senior year?
I was not allowed to work during the school year, and that year I couldn’t have held a job anyway.

18 Where did you go most often for lunch?
Either home or the cafeteria. The only other choice was a Hardee’s restaurant. We only had a half-hour for lunch.

19 Have you gained weight since then?
I have gained a second-grader’s worth.

20 What did you do after graduation?
I found a retail job, moved in with my boyfriend, and got my GED. The next year I went to NYC for college.

21 When did you graduate?
Should have in 1991. GED was in 1992.

22 Who was your Senior prom date?
A skinny kid with a huge mullet named Matt who didn’t believe me when I said we were going as friends because the guy I’d been dating decided he didn’t want to spend the money on prom. Matt ditched me when my parents made me go to post prom instead of a beer party afterwards. I told you they weren’t pleasant memories.

23 Are you going / did you go to your 10 year reunion?
Yes, and I had a good time.

24 Who was your home room teacher?
They changed at semester. I only remember who one of them was.

25 Who will repost this after you?
Probably no one, but I hope someone does.

Fine, sort of
June 25, 2007, 8:22 pm
Filed under: Pistachio

Contractions haven’t gotten worse, may be a little better. I’m still going to work, though I have to lie down a couple of times during the day and had to leave early on Friday. If you haven’t heard from me, don’t worry. This blog is the primary way I communicate with several of my real-life friends, so if there is important news it will get posted here. I really hate it when people and their blogs disappear off the face of the earth with no warning, so I won’t do it to you.

This is new
June 21, 2007, 2:51 am
Filed under: Pistachio

Of all the things I have been worried about because of past history (congenital abnormalities, high blood-pressure, pre-eclampsia, gestational diabetes), premature labor is not one of them.

Well, was.

The doctor said at six contractions an hour, I am to put my feet up and drink a ton of water, and if they don’t go away, to call her and she’ll meet me at the hospital. I’m usally at about 5 an hour, they do go away when I lie down, but they come back when I get up. This is not comforting.

I don’t mean to scare y’all. I’ve been feeling them for quite some time, but I didn’t know that’s what I was feeling. We aren’t thinking anything terrible is imminent, but just that this is my body telling me to chill. Frankly, short of quitting work I don’t know how much else I could do to avoid physical activity (Big Daddy pretty much does everything right now-most women can only wish for a husband like him). I’ve laid around so much I am actually sick of the internet, which is not something I ever thought would be possible. I am not sure what I’ll do if they stick me on bedrest for any length of time. I’m tired, but I was just kidding about the whole forced rest stuff, I swear.

Ultrasound news
June 18, 2007, 7:36 pm
Filed under: Pistachio

Everything in the 50th percentile, if it weren’t for our history we wouldn’t need to come back in six weeks like we’re going to, yada yada she’s perfect.

O, how I love thee
June 16, 2007, 8:21 am
Filed under: Pistachio

Oh, @mbien, how I love thee. Even though your hallucinations made me relive my college years and gave my husband a voice-mail message he can use against me in family court, you let me SLEEP.  True, I still wake up to use the bathroom, but after I go I can GO BACK TO SLEEP instead of tossing and turning and rereading blogs for three hours. I still can’t sleep more than 7 hours total, but that’s 7 in a row.

But curse you for being pregnancy category C. Because that means I can only use you through this weekend, lest you cause my unborn child to sprout another head. Considering I was starting to envy a certain hotel heiress her medicated forced vacation (all she has to do is sleep!), I guess that’s what they mean when they talk about benefits overriding the risks and all that.

Oh, and because I apparently forgot to mention it before, the Level II and yes, gender determination, ultrasound is Monday afternoon. We are taking a giant leap of faith and bringing Peanut along. I consider her my good-luck charm, after all.

June 14, 2007, 3:27 pm
Filed under: Boo boo, Peanut

This afternoon, the doctor okay’d Peanut to bear weight again on her right hip, as he said it had healed perfectly. Yay! That was expected. What is unexpected is that she is back walking again already.

This is huge. Kids who don’t have arthrogryposis often have trouble after surgery, and can’t get up and around for several weeks. It took Peanut years to build up enough muscle to walk at all, so to have her back up after six weeks of not using those muscles is close to unbelievable.  And gratifying. Just try to wipe the butt of a kid who just got off the potty when you can’t put them down on their feet, and you’ll understand the true extent of my joy.