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It’s Sickness Central here at the DF house. I think it all began Monday afternoon when I was feeling sort of yucky. It was like I could feel an impending illness coming on, but it never turned into a full blown thing. Until yesterday. Dawson has it, too.
I think it’s a stomach bug because we’ve spent most of our time in the bathroom. Immodium has helped me, but the little guy doesn’t really understand what’s happening. Yesterday he clinged to me and cried a lot when he wasn’t awake. And let me just tell you he didn’t get a lot of sleep.
Dawson insisted on laying next to me on the couch while we watched an Unsolved Mysteries marathon on Spike TV (and we’re watching it again today). I hadn’t watched that show in so long and the marathon was awesome. I love seeing all the updates and solved cases. Dennis Farina is pretty good as host, but I do miss Robert Stack.
In addition to the virus thing, I’ve been sneezing like crazy, but I think it’s allergies (other symptoms include scratchy throat and dry eyes). I can’t imagine having a cold on top of it all.
I haven’t eaten much the past two days. What’s the point of eating when my stomach is in protest? Saltines and 7-Up are doing the trick for both me and Dawson.
Since we’re mostly watching television today, I’ve been surfing the channels and came across an Elvis Presley movie marathon on TCM. I’m waiting for the ones that I don’t already have on VHS to come on TV. Roustabout starts at 3:30. Woot!
It’s Elvis’ birthday today. He’d have been seventy-four years old had he stopped using drugs lived. I’m a huge Elvis fan and have been since I was little. My mother and my aunt were mega fans and introduced me to his movies and music at a very young age.
I think I was five years old when Aunt Judy told me he was dead. I cried for days. Seriously. He died two years before I was born, and my grandmother thought it was hilarious that I was crying over the man she called “the glorified lounge singer.” She liked Elvis, but she wasn’t crazy about him like her daughters. Doug will be totally annoyed when he comes home to find me watching Elvis movies, but I say, I’m not feeling good, so he can buzz off.
In between movies, tv and mothering a sick little boy I’ve tried to read blogs and news stories today. I haven’t gotten very far, but I’ve got some good links to share:
Dear Brett Favre – Because you know I’m a Packer fan and can’t get enough Favre talk.
Gearing Up For Valentine’s Day - I love the marshmallow pops! Such a clever idea!
Are You Freakin’ Kidding Me? - If this happens I will protest. I don’t think it will, but anything is possible in our country… and if it does I will march from my home to Washington D.C. and I will do something drastic. I don’t know what yet…but I sound threatening, yes?
Christina Has a New Look! – And both of her girls are beautiful, dammit!
This sweet bloggy pal o’ mine has big news. – If anyone understands my conception woes, it’s Lisa, and I’m so freaking excited for her.
Enjoy the links! I’ll be back when I’m feeling much better.
The Christmas Tree has finally been taken down, and let me tell you, that was my workout for the day. Seriously. Dragging Rubbermaid boxes (big and heavy ones, too) up and down the stairs was like my step class at the YMCA. Multiplied by an intensity of 20. Or maybe it just felt that way because I hadn’t been to the gym in so long, post injury.
I felt kind of sad while I packed away all the ornaments and other holiday decorations. Even though I’m glad I survived the holidays without killing anyone, I feel like the Christmas season goes by so quickly. I tried to enjoy all the festivities, but last month was difficult for me. Dealing with all the infertility stuff and then falling down the stairs sort of took the wind out of my sails. I was just happy to get through it all.
I’ve spent the last two days cleaning and getting things done. The hubs is trying to be helpful, but I think I prefer doing it all by myself because he has no idea where anything goes, so he puts it wherever he sees fit, making more work for me. And this adds to my frustration because I find myself saying, “where the heck is the…” at least ten times a day.
Right now Doug, Dawson and Murphy are at Grandma’s house and I’m enjoying every moment of silence. There’s something about doing chores while no one else is around to get in the way or ask millions of ridiculous questions or cause too many distractions.
I’m going to attempt to clean Dawson’s room, but the “mom” in me is telling me to wait until he gets home so he can put all his toys away (while I supervise). I refuse to do anything for him. I don’t want him to think that it’s my job to pick up after the messes he makes. I still haven’t even put his laundry away. I know he’s only four, and he can’t fold a shirt to save his life, but I figure I might as well try to teach him which drawers his socks and underpants belong in. And since most of the laundry is folded, I can instruct him as to where his clothes belong. (It all sounds well and good, but I just know I’ll lose my patience and just put it away for him.)
The weather here is rather cold, and I’ve been watching the forecast on the Weather Channel. It’s supposed to get extremely cold tonight and I’m not happy. I don’t mind Winter, and I can tolerate snow, it’s the below zero temperatures I can’t stand. It’s safe to say that I’m looking forward to Spring.
Dawson has been begging to go sledding again, but I’m afraid it’s just not warm enough to be outside. Freezing winds and icy paths are just not safe, especially for me and my knee. Speaking of the knee, it’s getting much better. I had my first yoga class last night, and the stretching is slowly working it’s magic. I’ve also been doing leg raises (with out any weights) and I can finally bend the knee past a 90 degree angle. I’m so excited about this, because I really did not want to go to physical therapy. Next follow-up with the doctor is January 20th.
Also on the 20th, I have a follow-up with Dr. F (my fertility doc) to have an ultrasound (to check the ovaries) and if I’m not pregnant (we’ll see if the period arrives as scheduled next week. I’m hoping it doesn’t.) I will be trying a round of Clomid. I’m not really looking forward to that. I wanted to conceive as naturally as possible, but Dr. F says sometimes Mother Nature (and God?) needs a kick in the pants.
This month I didn’t even worry about pregnancy. I knew when my fertile days were and we planned our rendezvous accordingly, but I went in with the mindset that this may not be the month. I’d rather be surprised than disappointed yet again. I guess I’ve been dealing with this for so long that I’ve become rather indifferent about it all.
To snap myself out of this depressing winter mood, I’ve decided to take Dawson to Appleton this weekend. We’ve got a date at the Children’s Museum and I’m taking him to Chuck E. Cheese, too. (I know, after last time, I should be running far away from that place.) It will give us something fun to do and nothing makes me happier than seeing Dawson smile. Hopefully I’ll stop feeling so melancholy, too.
Last night Doug and I went to a holiday party at the Red Mill restaurant. We had a fabulous time.
Dinner was delicious. We both had the ribeye steak and potato puffs, and I had chicken dumpling soup while he had the tossed salad. Then we had cheesecake for dessert, too. I had several cocktails — before, during and after dinner. One too many cocktails.
(Speaking of the desserts, the waitress told us if we didn’t like cheesecake we could order an ice cream drink instead. So then I said, “Oh! Do you have the cricket one?” And she replied without missing a beat, “No, but we do have the Grasshopper.” That was totally what I meant. Cricket, grasshopper — same family, right?)
I started out drinking a glass of Coca-Cola. Then I decided since I drink maybe once a year I was going to enjoy myself and have a screwdriver. After two of those, I switched to Malibu and OJ because the vodka was tasting funny. That could possibly be because I was getting sloshed.
Doug had two Budweisers and then promptly stopped drinking so that he could drive us home, but the friends who hosted the dinner invited us to their house for a glass of wine, or coffee and to hang out. Because we like these friends, Doug and I agreed.
When we got there, I decided to have soda so that I could sober up. I thought that I could avoid a hangover that way. It didn’t work.
While at the after party, Doug got to try a wheat beer that our friend E. offered him. It was a German beer (I only know this because it had Weisse in the name) and let’s just say it was probably made of river water and rotten cheese because the toxic gas emissions these men were giving off could have killed a village.
We were just getting ready to leave (because my brother was babysitting and we didn’t want him to drive home too late) when S. got me involved in a game of Catch Phrase. Oh my gosh is that way too much fun. Imagine six drunk people trying to play a hilarious game, similar to the game Taboo. Much laughter and cursing were shared. I had the best time so I promptly purchased the game from Amazon.com today.
Right after I drank three huge glasses of water and swallowed an Excedrin.
Oh the headache.
Now were going to have lunch at the Tempura House. Nothing cures a hangover like salty Chinese food!
