....But I really don't want to! I am feeling lazy and unmotivated today. But so very excited to close on our new house tomorrow!!! And as excited as I am--I still just wish that I could will all of our crap to pack itself and move itself. Not unreasonable or anything, am I?
I'm just kind of bad at packing. Really. I don't know why. I am super slow at it and again, I don't know why. Perhaps it's because I jump onto Facebook or onto Blogger or go looking for food or drink every few minutes. Short attention span.
The other thing that I do is pace. Probably because I am so overwhelmed looking at all of our *stuff* that I have no clue where to start. So basically, I walk around ringing my hands, not knowing what to do with myself. What to tackle next? Will we need this before the move? Will this box be too heavy? Etc etc etc. So I occasionally wander around, looking at stuff-a little dazed and confused and incredulous that we have accumulated SO much useless crap within the four years we have owned our current house.
As you can probably guess...this blog post is a diversion from packing. I'm not very clever, am I? I really need to make the most of this time, as Alex is currently napping. And I have a feeling that part of the reason that I am so slow with packing is because Alex is "helping". I'm sure you can imagine what a two year old's idea of "helping" is.
So we close tomorrow at noon :) We are very excited. We won't be moving this weekend because we are having the main part of the house painted--so we'll probably move next weekend. But tomorrow night, Dan, Alex and I (and the dogs) will go over and have a picnic of pizza and wings and Moet champagne. Thought I would bring out the big guns with that one. Juice--not champagne--for Alex. And then it's up to camp for the long Memorial Day weekend! Have a wonderful holiday :)
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Sunday, May 20, 2012
The Two Things...
The two things that drive this infertile nuts are as follows: pity....and pregnancy complaints.
Ok, I can kind of get the pregnancy complaints in some cases. I have a friend who had such bad morning sickness that she needed to be hospitalized for IV fluids and nutrition. Yeah...I get being kind of grumpy about that. I'm not completely insensitive to the "not so pretty" parts of pregnancy. But complaining about every. little. thing. Bah! Suck it up.
Where is my rant of the day coming from? Wellllllllll.....my sort-of friend at work is 10 weeks pregnant with her second child. She had been trying for close to a year this time around. Because we were both trying, we talked a lot about the whole process....commiserated....misery loves company and all that. She knew about what I went through to get pregnant with Alex. She kind of knew about my IVF cycle (I say kind of because we are not super close, so I didn't share everything with her).
So now she's pregnant. It did sting a little, at first. But I got over it pretty quickly. The thing is, she is the type of girl who is not happy-ever. Which is one of the many reasons that we are only work friends. I listened to her, literally, crying throughout the entire school year about not being pregnant. And what does she do now? Complain every. blessed. day. Seriously. She complains about being bloated, her dog like sense of smell, her nausea, her back, her feet (at 10 weeks-seriously?!) and the list goes on and on.
So to this work colleague, I say: Suck it up. You wanted this. You've been pregnant. You know how it is. Be happy. Your baby has a heartbeat. Your baby is in your belly. You no longer have to imagine what it will be like the second time around. Get. over. yourself. And while you're at it--stop COMPLAINING to someone who would LOVE to be pregnant. Seriously....how stupid can you be? I'm pretty much the worst person to complain to. Pretty much--I don't care that your pants are snug or that you are breaking out. Go bring your insensitive, whiny ass self to someone else who doesn't want to slap you upside the head every time you open your mouth. Getting pregnant has been, incidentally, your main objective for like 11 months! You kind of knew it was coming. Hey-how about this? How about you *try* to enjoy the last time you will most likely be pregnant? Oh wait-you don't know how to find joy in anything, so I guess that's a big order.
And also, don't complain and then turn your big fat eyes of pity onto me and ask fake questions about "how I'm doing" in a patronizing, fake, saccharine voice. It's simply insulting. Oh, and how bout this....how bout you don't work until 9pm every night so you can actually spend **some** time with the one child you have right now? How bout that, mother of the year?
Ok. I feel better. Now I can resist the urge to trip her in the hall. Ok, I wouldn't really because she is pregnant and all. But man--suck. it. up.
Ok, I can kind of get the pregnancy complaints in some cases. I have a friend who had such bad morning sickness that she needed to be hospitalized for IV fluids and nutrition. Yeah...I get being kind of grumpy about that. I'm not completely insensitive to the "not so pretty" parts of pregnancy. But complaining about every. little. thing. Bah! Suck it up.
Where is my rant of the day coming from? Wellllllllll.....my sort-of friend at work is 10 weeks pregnant with her second child. She had been trying for close to a year this time around. Because we were both trying, we talked a lot about the whole process....commiserated....misery loves company and all that. She knew about what I went through to get pregnant with Alex. She kind of knew about my IVF cycle (I say kind of because we are not super close, so I didn't share everything with her).
So now she's pregnant. It did sting a little, at first. But I got over it pretty quickly. The thing is, she is the type of girl who is not happy-ever. Which is one of the many reasons that we are only work friends. I listened to her, literally, crying throughout the entire school year about not being pregnant. And what does she do now? Complain every. blessed. day. Seriously. She complains about being bloated, her dog like sense of smell, her nausea, her back, her feet (at 10 weeks-seriously?!) and the list goes on and on.
So to this work colleague, I say: Suck it up. You wanted this. You've been pregnant. You know how it is. Be happy. Your baby has a heartbeat. Your baby is in your belly. You no longer have to imagine what it will be like the second time around. Get. over. yourself. And while you're at it--stop COMPLAINING to someone who would LOVE to be pregnant. Seriously....how stupid can you be? I'm pretty much the worst person to complain to. Pretty much--I don't care that your pants are snug or that you are breaking out. Go bring your insensitive, whiny ass self to someone else who doesn't want to slap you upside the head every time you open your mouth. Getting pregnant has been, incidentally, your main objective for like 11 months! You kind of knew it was coming. Hey-how about this? How about you *try* to enjoy the last time you will most likely be pregnant? Oh wait-you don't know how to find joy in anything, so I guess that's a big order.
And also, don't complain and then turn your big fat eyes of pity onto me and ask fake questions about "how I'm doing" in a patronizing, fake, saccharine voice. It's simply insulting. Oh, and how bout this....how bout you don't work until 9pm every night so you can actually spend **some** time with the one child you have right now? How bout that, mother of the year?
Ok. I feel better. Now I can resist the urge to trip her in the hall. Ok, I wouldn't really because she is pregnant and all. But man--suck. it. up.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Hell Week.
Is *almost* over. I just have to get through one. more. day. Can I do it? Can I? Well, we shall see. I almost lost it today on an ignorant parent who knowingly lives with a pedophile. I mean-I really wanted to lose it. Like head spinning lose it. Anyway....
So this week has been my hell week. CSE meetings every day-most of them lasting all day. I'm coping, but feeling pretty ADHD right about now. Man, it's tough sitting through all those meetings and being alert. Sometimes, I just try to *look* alert. Not great when you're chairing meetings.
Next week is a mix. I'm in meetings Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday....but we have off Thursday, Friday and the following Monday!!! Wahoo! SO. EXCITED. We'll be heading up to camp for the Memorial Day weekend, which will be our first time since last summer. Camp should be pretty fun this year, especially with Alex being older and so much more talkative and interested in things. And my cousin will have her 12 month old (IVF) twins up too-so Alex will have some little ones to boss around (and they won't get mad, because they won't "get" it yet).
We are also supposed to close on the new house next Thursday...so keeping our fingers crossed that it actually happens!
The good thing about being so busy: not thinking about or planning for pregnancy number two!
So this week has been my hell week. CSE meetings every day-most of them lasting all day. I'm coping, but feeling pretty ADHD right about now. Man, it's tough sitting through all those meetings and being alert. Sometimes, I just try to *look* alert. Not great when you're chairing meetings.
Next week is a mix. I'm in meetings Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday....but we have off Thursday, Friday and the following Monday!!! Wahoo! SO. EXCITED. We'll be heading up to camp for the Memorial Day weekend, which will be our first time since last summer. Camp should be pretty fun this year, especially with Alex being older and so much more talkative and interested in things. And my cousin will have her 12 month old (IVF) twins up too-so Alex will have some little ones to boss around (and they won't get mad, because they won't "get" it yet).
We are also supposed to close on the new house next Thursday...so keeping our fingers crossed that it actually happens!
The good thing about being so busy: not thinking about or planning for pregnancy number two!
Had to add this picture because it makes me giggle: the toddler version of badminton...everyone on one side of the net, swinging at nothing and falling down for no apparent reason. Yeah, that's my kid on the ground ;)
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Craziness.
Where to start? I feel like I haven't blogged in for-----ever. Heck, I think it has been something like three or four weeks? Kind of unheard of for me.
Basically, the last month has been chaos. Some of it good. Some of it bad. No. I am not pregnant.
My follow up appointment with the urologist was supposed to be this past week, but now I will be going on June 4th. I'm keeping my fingers crossed and praying that I have healed from the infection and that I am stone free and that everything looks good and normal!
But I don't know what this does to our FET opportunity before we go to Australia. I don't know if we will try to squeeze it in, in June...because we leave the 27th. So time is flying. A part of me would like to try. But it would be nice to go and enjoy things without having to worry or be anxious. I don't know. We're up in the air. I just don't know what I want to do. Dan is fine with anything. I'm the waiver'er.
Apart from all of that stuff, I am in the middle of annual review/reevaluation meetings at work. What this means for me is craziness. Meeting after boring meeting. Some run all day. Parents get cranky, staff gets cranky, I get cranky. I try to run a fun meeting...but sometimes other things happen....I even bring donuts as a bribe.
Annual reviews also means a TON of work for me. Reports, 1:1 justifications, calling parents, meeting with teachers, IEP writing. Paperwork paperwork paperwork. And then I feel bad because, out of necessity (and meeting dates), I end up neglecting my counseling groups.
At home, our house is **torn up**. Seriously. A bomb has hit it. Boxes everywhere, old newspapers strewn hither and yonder (for packing). Trash bags, "salvation army bags" and bags filled with Alex's stuffed animals are lining the halls. Oh yes. We are getting ready for the "big move". We hope to close on the house either the 24th or 25th of this month. And we still have so much more packing to do. But it is exciting, I will admit. And Alex tries to help with the packing, which makes things interesting, but not so efficient.
So that's all for now. I'm sure I missed a bunch of stuff...but here's some cute pics anyway :)
Basically, the last month has been chaos. Some of it good. Some of it bad. No. I am not pregnant.
My follow up appointment with the urologist was supposed to be this past week, but now I will be going on June 4th. I'm keeping my fingers crossed and praying that I have healed from the infection and that I am stone free and that everything looks good and normal!
But I don't know what this does to our FET opportunity before we go to Australia. I don't know if we will try to squeeze it in, in June...because we leave the 27th. So time is flying. A part of me would like to try. But it would be nice to go and enjoy things without having to worry or be anxious. I don't know. We're up in the air. I just don't know what I want to do. Dan is fine with anything. I'm the waiver'er.
Apart from all of that stuff, I am in the middle of annual review/reevaluation meetings at work. What this means for me is craziness. Meeting after boring meeting. Some run all day. Parents get cranky, staff gets cranky, I get cranky. I try to run a fun meeting...but sometimes other things happen....I even bring donuts as a bribe.
Annual reviews also means a TON of work for me. Reports, 1:1 justifications, calling parents, meeting with teachers, IEP writing. Paperwork paperwork paperwork. And then I feel bad because, out of necessity (and meeting dates), I end up neglecting my counseling groups.
At home, our house is **torn up**. Seriously. A bomb has hit it. Boxes everywhere, old newspapers strewn hither and yonder (for packing). Trash bags, "salvation army bags" and bags filled with Alex's stuffed animals are lining the halls. Oh yes. We are getting ready for the "big move". We hope to close on the house either the 24th or 25th of this month. And we still have so much more packing to do. But it is exciting, I will admit. And Alex tries to help with the packing, which makes things interesting, but not so efficient.
So that's all for now. I'm sure I missed a bunch of stuff...but here's some cute pics anyway :)
Kid loves her Elmo
At her cousins', Rylee and Reese's, birthday party
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