I am at the hospital by myself not having slept at all and my husbands in surgery for at least 3 hours so I need something to keep my mind busy.
My confession isnt even a confession but my boob hurts from being engorged. I think I'm going to hit up the maternity ward in a bit and see if I can borrow a pump.
Re: Monday confessions? Keep me entertained...
Ugh! Get thee a pump posthaste! The last thing you need right now is mastitis.
My confession is that when I found out the Trail of Lights wouldn't be happening this year I was a little relieved, because it was one less holiday activity I had to keep track of.
Do you need anything? I'm about to leave and run some errands, I could bring you something- food, magazines, etc.
Are y'all at St Davids RR?? I think I saw you guys last night... I had a different corner though. I came in to check the weight limits on the bed for a different patient
? I'm back to the hospital tonight. Let me know if you need me to bring anything no matter how small! Ask for the LC in Post Partum, she may be able to let you know about the pump situation. It's been a long time for me already so I don't know anymore.
stacy at nice monkeys. com (going to sleep but I'm up around 4:30)
and if you're anywhere else, you make sure they treat him right or I'll call up and big brother them until they cry for their momma!
*There's open internet computers somewhere in the hospital if your phone isn't going to make it. Maybe over in Post Partum or over by OR recovery?
I pretty much use the gym day care only for work time for me. They go to the day care, I find a table in the hall and work for a few hours. 2 hours of day care for our $50/month membership fee is a pretty awesome deal if you ask me. But I feel like a pile when my friends come in and head off to work out while I sit here drinking my coffee at my laptop.
At least I've started the 30 Day Shred during nap time so I don't feel like such a pile about it anymore.
(read it. you know you want to.)
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No problem, I'll be out and about if you change your mind. abbysmom 1005 (at) gmail
This is so awesome.
My confession? I got stitches in my foot on saturday and I still haven't showered. I was dirty on Saturday. I'm pretty disgusting right now, but about to go attempt a shower without getting my foot wet.
Meredith, 6-1-06 and Alex, 11-5-09
I am sooo grumpy this morning. I thought my mood would improve after I finished my school load, but apparently not.
I came in to work to one of those passive aggressive copy-my-boss emails with a request she sent me two weeks ago, that I followed up on verbally last week. I had to delete my reply-all until I calm down.
Then I had a coworker come ask me to make some calls for her (fine), and then outlined specific things she wanted me to say and offered to write a script. Wth? I told her at that point she needed to make the calls and she got all defensive.
It's going to be a long day/ week.
I'm flying out to Washington, DC tomorrow morning and I get to spend five glorious days without hearing "Why!!?!?" and "But I want it now!" and "Wahhhhhhhh!!!!" AND I get to sleep in and in a bed all to myself. All of this makes me ---->
But for FIVE WHOLE days, I don't get to see Molly take more steps (that's right, mah bebe is walking!) or hear Ben say, "I'll sing a song for you Mom. It makes you happy." And get slobbery wet baby kisses and ferocious bear hugs.
All of this makes me ---->
Confession 1: I have a friend on FB who is constantly putting his niece's full name in every picture he has of her. Why? Because her middle name is his name (she was "named after" him.) I asked him once if she goes by two names, like Mary Jane, and he said no. So that means he just puts it on there b/c it's his name, which makes me do this every time I see a new picture on there:
. Oh, and her parents gave her first name a you-neek spelling, which makes me stabby, too.
Confession 2: I still feel like total $h!t from m/s and the stomach bug last week, so I am being the worst mom ever. I'm letting DD tear around the house and play with anything from drawers, cabinets, magazine baskets, and the recycle can that she wants (it's all safe for her) and generally create a HUGE mess so that I can sit on the couch and try not to puke.
I don't know why I agreed to let my MIL come over this afternoon so I can help her roll silverware for Christmas dinner (umm... what?! early!? why?). I really don't feel like cleaning my house or rolling silverware so I called her this morning and told her I had way too much work to do today to prepare for my Open House at school later this week so I was going to have to back out of our super fun silverware party. So sorry.
Well, turns out I'm done with what I needed to do today... but I have exactly zero intentions of calling her and telling her that I finished earlier than I thought. Instead, I think I'll catch up on my Hulu queue, drink coffee, and eat biscotti.
And I don't even feel that bad about it. Or bad at all, really.
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I already caved and told DH what his awesome Christmas gift is. Or well, he "guessed" after I gave him a totally obvious "hint."
Then he felt bad because the one he got me wasn't as good (according to him), so yesterday we went out and bought me a Keurig.
This is actually the first time in years we've even exchanged Christmas gifts. We really suck at it, lol.