janetlin: (Content)
Same old, same old here. [livejournal.com profile] kiwifruitbat is working, Monkey is in school. Oh, Liam is in daycare now, and he seems to enjoy it. He still isn't talking (though vocalizing plenty), which is kind of a bummer because I look forward to hearing what he has to say.

I'm doing NaNoWriMo again this year, doing a dark fairy tale which I'm coming to realize doesn't have 50k words in it. I may have to get, well, creative.

RP continues to be fun. Scarlett has found out she's pregnant and is not-so-patiently waiting until she's in the clear to tell EVERYONE. It's amazing how different her attitude about pregnancy is when she actually _likes_ her husband. ;)

And really that's pretty much it. Not much of an update but there's not much happening, so.
janetlin: (Miranda)
God is watering my lawn for me right now, isn't that nice of Him? I could sit in front of an open window right now just breathing because it smells so lovely.

On the other hand, sniff, see ya next time, summer.

On Friday night I didn't bother going to bed, because Mom was showing up at five in the morning on Saturday so I could drive her and Rich to the airport 'cause they're going to be in Canada for a week. So I did that, came home, and still didn't bother trying to sleep, because [livejournal.com profile] kiwifruitbat had to be at work at eight in the morning (usually he's an afternoon/evening worker). This change in his schedule was because he, too, had a flight on Saturday and will be gone for a week. His step/adoptive grandfather died at the end of August, and the memorial was today (well, yesterday New Zealand time, now), so he flew home for that. I sort-of napped while he was working (couldn't actually sleep because the kids were awake and playing in the front room and in need of occasional food/drink/diaper changes), picked him up at 4:30 and drove straight down to San Francisco. Made good time, too, despite having to use a new route because the Bay Bridge is closed. We at least knew this ahead of time and mapquested accordingly.

I thought I was done with this bullshit of putting him on a plane and sending him across the ocean. :(

On the upside, in a nice poetic circle-of-life moment, his sister had her baby yesterday, so yay for him being an uncle (by blood this time), _and_ hopefully he'll be able to see/hold his nephew before he comes home.
janetlin: (ScarGold)
Okay so that's been forever. :-s Sorry guys.

Things is good, in fact that's why I've been pretty quiet around here. Found a couple of panfandom rp comms and have made some great connections with the other players and am having a shitton of fun playing Ronon Dex on board Serenity, and Scarlett O'Hara who is now married to Mr. Gold/Rumpelstiltskin (don't look at me like that, it actually works!), and a very slow-burn relationship building between Janet Fraiser and Wolverine (again, trust me, not as weird as it sounds).

I have also discovered tumblr in the meantime. Oh god. That place is a bigger timesink than facebook. More fun, too, fortunately, but yeah, not so good for productivity.

Except when that productivity is writing. 'Cause almost a month ago, an intriguing historical au prompt for Rumpelstiltskin/Belle came across my dashboard, and it's been eating my brain and I have a TWENTY CHAPTER outline and the rough draft of the first chapter is already about 3k words and I'm only 2/3 through what's supposed to happen there. Sooo yeah this is shaping up to be a frakking novel and if I take only two weeks (that's rather fast, for me) to write each chapter, I'll be at this for the better part of a year. It's... kind of terrifying. I haven't written fanfic of any kind since *blows off the dust and cobwebs* February of _last_ year. And I've never tackled something this big. *wibble*

So I'm kind of scared but also super excited and I'm trying to get at least this first chapter together before I get sick of the whole idea, and then hopefully get some momentum going to carry me through the rest. My rp Gold/Rumpel, [livejournal.com profile] chianagirl, is being a fantastic cheerleader and sounding-board and I like having someone to talk to as I write and who shares my giggles whenever the characters have an amusing interchange because she gets all the inside jokes.

The kids are great: Morgan just started FOURTH GRADE on Thursday, Liam is walking but still only babbling vowel sounds and glottal stops (where'd he learn that?!), though there are several words/commands/requests that he understands and with which he complies with gratifying frequency.

We've bought our tickets to New Zealand for [livejournal.com profile] allova's wedding next year. Yay! That'll be a lovely trip and some nice time just the two of us because the kids are staying home with my mom.
janetlin: (Default)
I finally got smart and decided to write a catch-up post when there isn't something big hovering over me. So, nothing big and "news-worthy" but lots of little general life stuff.

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janetlin: (Me)
Things are going pretty well. The diet is successful so far, even when I"m not 100% at following it. I haven't noticed a difference in my clothes yet, but my wedding ring is spinning around my finger, so yay baby steps.

Morgan got dance lessons for Christmas, so we took her to a allet class and a hip hop class to see which she wanted to do, and she chose ballet. No surprise there. She's enjoying it and even practices at home. We need to work on her flexing her feet, though, since all the toe-pointing might cause her feet to relapse. She's also been getting piano lessons from Mom. I finally set up the keyboard I've had since high school (and haven't had room for since then). She's shaping up to be quite an accomplished young lady.

Alan is going back to school, taking the one class he needs to finish his Bachelor's. I'm so proud and excited for him. Part of me misses school and is a little jealous. Okay, it isn't actually school I miss so much as just learning, studying something I find interesting. Alan is sojazzed, he's already read half his textbook. I'm also envious of his speed-reading ability. Seriously, my husband is like Superman. He's amazing.

Liam's doing all right, too. He's a little behind on some developmental milestones (crawling, babbling), but okay on others (fine motor skills like picking up his binky and putting it in his mouth). We've been making our own baby food with the Baby Bullet we got for Christmas, which is fun for us and he seems to be enjoying most of what we make. He isn't a big fan of rice cereal or milled oatmeal by themselves, but if we mix them with some fruit or veggie he'll eat just about anything.

It's tax time, so I'll be working again. It'll be nice for the budget, but challenging since we live farther away and still only have one car to get Morgan to school and ballet, both Alan and me to work, and Alan to school (thank goodness only one night a week). And obviously someone has to be with the baby at all times, so yeah. My fantastic Mom is helping by coming up 2 or 3 times a week. I wish we could keep her around all the time, but I think her husband would object ;).
janetlin: (Holiday: Christmas)
Despite Liam's thing rather throwing off the last week and a half, Christmas at our house ended up going quite well. Mom and Dad had expressed... well, not quite reservations, let's call it helpful concern about us hosting. "It's an awful lot of work," and "You don't have to make everything by hand. Get as much store-bought as you can and save yourself the trouble." Poo, that's half the point! I like cooking. I'm no chef and I wouldn't even really call myself a foodie, but I like actually _making_ things. Not just throwing something pre-cooked into the oven to warm up. Someone in the family, I forget who, at one point tried to vaguely ask me if I was interested in getting a bread machine. Heck no. A) If I had warm, fresh-baked bread readily at my disposal I would be at least twice as overweight as I am now. B) I like making bread with my hands, getting dough under my fingernails and sneaking "quality control" taste tests, braiding it into a pretty loaf or rolling it into buns. I enjoy the process, even if it is a damn lot of work. Okay, bread was a bad example because I did, in fact, let Dad bring store-bought rolls tonight. Because bread is, as I said, a damn lot of work, and there was an entire meal to also prepare and I didn't want to sink that much time and effort into just one part of it.

Alan and I banged out our menu _weeks_ ago. We collected all the recipes and I went through them and made a master grocery list, and also a list of what all was needed to prepare each dish: what sizes of pots and pans, baking dishes, serving paraphernalia, etc. I borrowed Grandma's Lenox Christmas china (which needs to be washed by hand. Boo). I was just sitting on "Go" and then everything got thrown out of sync. For a good part of yesterday I thought it was Friday, and so much that I had meant to prepare ahead of time consequently didn't happen. Steaming and pureeing pumpkin for the pie, boiling eggs to be deviled, laying out the china and silver on the sideboard. Man, I had it so beautifully plotted out.

So, instead of the rather leisurely gift-opening morning I had thought we'd have, pretty much right after stocking presents Alan and I disappeared into the kitchen. We had to cut out one of the hors d'ouvres because the deviled eggs were delayed, and were _very_ unhappy to find that the can of sweet potatoes we'd bought for our family's favorite sweet potato/pineapple/marshmallow dish were spoiled. (Will in the future buy two cans just to be safe). By the time everyone actually sat down we were about an hour late. But only an hour! And the dishes we did have came out well. And we don't have a ton of leftovers. Except for that pumpkin pie, which only had _one_ piece eaten! (There were eight of us) I think it may be time to retire it for a while. It's tasty and a classic but the downside of a classic is that it can be overused. Alan made trifle and we were all much more interested in trying out this tasty new thing.

Speaking of new things, I experimented on the family by making a carrot ginger soup I'd never tried before (to make, I mean; I'd had it in a restaurant), and it turned out to be a big hit! Even Morgan liked it and some of the grownups had seconds. Score! And wassail. I'd never made wassail before but it's soooo good and I think I'll brew up a batch for game night next week. Oh, and speaking of carrots, Liam _loves_ them, which is good because Popa got us a Baby Bullet and lots of accoutrements so we can make food for him. The farmers market is going to be getting a lot more of our money now. ;)

So, yes, all in all a really good day, even with an "oh god what did I get myself into?" freakout in the middle of food prep. I have a husband who gives awesome hugs so all is right with the world.

I am so blessed with him, and with all of my family who filled my house (house!!!) with love and laughter today, and even my family in other houses. I'm blessed that even though things are tight, we had food on our table and presents under the tree. Oh, presents, that reminds me: Morgan's grandmother and aunt (my former in-laws) even sent Liam some presents in their shipment to Morgan this year. Isn't that sweet and awesome?
janetlin: (Content)
My computer is finally set up in its new home in the garage bonus room "lair." It's... actually a little bizarre to sit upright, in a proper chair, and not have to balance my keyboard on my knees. We definitely need to get some heating out here, though, because computer =/= space heater. It's not so bad that I need gloves and a scarf, but I do have on a fleecy jacket and am considering getting some long johns under these jeans.

The house in general is pretty much set up now. There are of course a few boxes here and there, and some kitchen items are still MIA (how can _half_ a set of measuring cups go missing without the other half?), but we're settling in nicely. It's lovely to finally have enough space for everything, and then still have elbow room left after that. I've had this fascinating revelation that just because there's an empty space does not mean I have to put something in it. I can just... have space. There's a 6'x9' rug between the couch and the tv in the living room, and there is NOTHING ELSE ON IT. Okay, well, the baby's little play mat, but no coffee table or furniture. It's just this nice wide open spot. We have the leaf in our dining room table, and all six chairs set up around it and room to walk around it too. And Alan and I can both work in the kitchen at the same time. *gasp* what is this strange new world? Like, my bedroom contains my bed and two dressers. You know, bedroom stuff. And nothing else. It feels like a proper master bedroom. I remember when I was a kid and my parents would get on my case about keeping my room clean, I felt resentful that it was easy for them to keep _their_ bedroom clean, because they also had the whole rest of the house for their stuff. Everything I owned in the world was all in my bedroom; of course it was going to be a mess. Now I'm on the parent end of that.

And I finally really do feel like a grown up now. No matter that I was thirty, and married, and had two kids - in the apartment it felt like I was still just fresh out of college. Everything was messy because nothing had a proper place, the desks with the computers were in the bedroom and I spent all my time on mine because really what else was I going to do with myself? But now it's like I've finally escaped the holding pattern of the post-college twentysomething, and joined the rest of the world, and have a life instead of just... existing, you know?

Oh, I'm still far away from having a career, much less being successful at it. There's plenty of growing up for me to do, in several ways. But I haven't felt this content with my life in a long time.
janetlin: (Default)
It's funny that LJ being down makes me desperate to post when I haven't done so for over two months.

A big part of the radio silence is that my son was born two days after my last post. He's healthy and everything went relatively smoothly, but I was in the hospital from 9:30 am on the day he was born (Friday, and for the record he wasn't born until 11:04 pm) until Monday evening; and I want to post his birth story, but as you can probably infer, it's a bit of a long one, and as I have an infant on my hands now, opportunities to sit down and write up such an epic tale are thin on the ground. Wow that was a hell of a sentence. Anyway, because I'm a bit neurotic, I haven't wanted to post anything else in the meantime, because OMG it would be out of order! And the world would start spinning backwards or some crazy thing like that. So.

I promise I'll get it posted. It will probably involve me writing it down longhand in the snatches of time I have here and there, so that when I do have computer time all I have to do is just type it, which goes much faster than actually having to think while I'm at the keyboard. Plus when I do get on the computer I'm easily distracted by catching up on Twitter posts and Facebook because you know, SOMETHING INTERESTING MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED WHILE I'M NOT LOOKING.

I asked Monkey to keep the baby company for fifteen minutes while I take a breather (oh my gosh, he is high maintenance like you wouldn't believe, wants to be held all the time, and freaks out if he's awake and can't see another real human in the room with him. He's lucky he's cute because it's _exhausting_). She's been wonderful, if perhaps a little _too_ desperate to be helpful, and too effusive in her affection for him. But I would of course much rather have that than have her be resentful and not want to have anything to do with him.

And now it's lunchtime.
janetlin: (Big sister)
My ultrasound-determined due date has come and gone. I tried to be good and patient and gave it a couple days before trying to take it upon myself to get things going. On Saturday I drank some castor oil (PSA: don't do this on an empty stomach). Sunday I exercised as much as I could - my feet greatly protest carrying around all this extra weight - and engaged in some labor-inducing activities with my husband ;). Monday we drove out to Rocklin to investigate this famed lots-of-spicy-toppings Prego Pizza, which was surprisingly delicious (I'm usually a minimalist when it comes to toppings). But nothing. No blip on the radar. Not even a false alarm, other than the continued Braxton Hicks. After two nights spent crying and praying and I JUST WANT MY SON I have decided that the ultrasound and the nurses' little date-wheel thingy are bogus and his real due date is the one I initially figured, knowing my own less-than-perfectly-regular cycle and possible conception dates: May 21st. So that has helped to alleviate some of the anxiety because seriously, I was going crazy. I can now look back on all the Facebook messages and texts to Mom (who has been living on our couch since last Wednesday in anticipation of taking me to the hospital any minute) and be touched that I have so many friends and family who are excited to hear news, instead of getting just a little more depressed every time I have to reply, "nope, nothing yet." So thank you guys, all of you, for caring.

My next appointment got bumped from Thursday to Friday (ONE MORE DAY OMG YOU PEOPLE ARE KILLING ME), at which they'll do a non-stress test and ultrasound to see where everything's at and make sure it's all still okay, and if I'm lucky and my nurse can reach - *mumblegrumble* stupid deep birth canal and posterior cervix - I'll get my membranes stripped to see if that'll get things moving. My brother might get a nephew for his birthday after all. Hopefully no further medical induction will be necessary; I'm normally a "better living through chemistry" type but in this case it makes me nervous.

We have, at least, got a lot done in the meantime ("Maybe he was waiting for us to do _this_ before coming out..."). Popa finished fixing the cradle and it's all set up in our bedroom with sheets and everything, just waiting for a little body to lay in it, and the house is mostly put back together in the wake of the attendant great furniture shuffle. We looked into local schools and took a couple tours with principals and applied for an intra-district transfer and Morgan has been accepted to one of the two schools that were tied for our first preference. Yay! This school has a very strong focus on the arts, both visual and performing. _Full-time_ art and music teachers, which is remarkable for a public school. They have GATE and a Rapid Learner program, which I'm certain Morgan will qualify for, and we have an appointment for an IQ test on Sunday to prove to people other than her mother how brilliant she is ;). The RL program also includes Spanish instruction, which the regular "neighborhood" track doesn't, so she won't lose what she's learned the past two years at her private school. We've given Morgan's pediatrician a heads-up that I'm expecting another child and he'll be covered under my Medi-Cal and that's all good. Paperwork I'd been stupidly dragging my feet on - pre-registering at the hospital, filling out the forms for maternity benefits - has been done and all submitted to where it needs to go. Mom took Morgan in for a long-overdue dentist appointment this morning and got x-rays confirming our suspicions about what's going on and yes, she's going to need rather a lot of orthodontic work. *sigh* So we found an orthodontist and have an appointment for the 31st to go in and do a consultation.

So yeah, all responsible and grown up and shit. Can I have my son now, please?
janetlin: (Crap)
This evening we got a phone call from Morgan's principal, saying that she's going to be sending out a "sad" email and wanting to talk to us before we read it. Now, despite that we had just picked up Morgan's _glowing_, concern-free progress report (YAYS!!), my pessimistic brain immediately thought, "oh god, she's been expelled." Seriously, wtf brain?! Turns out that due to enrollment and "demographics," they will be closing the school at the end of this semester. I replied, "CLOSING THE SCHOOL OMGWTF ARE YOU SERIOUS?! Oh my."

So. We get to go school-shopping. In May. Grr I wish they could have told us back in February while everyone was enrolling. I suspect pickings will be slim now. Not to mention DO WE NOT HAVE ENOUGH ON OUR PLATES THIS SUMMER WITH A BRAND-NEW INFANT? Jeebus. I'm... kind of numb right now, actually. Just the enormity of this is... wow. This school is perfect. Small, intimate classes (apparently too small), just enough extracurriculars, before- and after-school care, K-8 with an attached preschool. I know that families move and kids change schools mid-stride all the time, but I was hoping Morgan wouldn't have to, at least for a while.

The principal said there are four other local schools in this chain, that will honor our current tuition (though probably only for one year, and no mention of the registration fee. Hm, should have asked about that. Maybe the email will say), and that there will be transportation to those schools, so they are making accomodations and not just cutting us loose and leaving us to our own devices. Other parents, I'm sure, would be less bothered by that, but the thought of it just about gives me hives.

But the nearest other schools are about ten miles away (Morgan's current school is 3 miles from home, and like a 5 minute drive from my work). Now, depending on the nature and extent of the aforementioned transportation, that might not be a big thing as far as getting her to and from school, but I'm thinking about the other kids. How many of them would go to those other schools? Would she be able to take _any_ of her friends with her? And then there's Girl Scouts; Morgan's just about to bridge from Daisies. How will this affect the new Brownie troop she's supposed to go into? And there's all the outside-of-school stuff like Open House and the Christmas program and whatnot that would be _that_ much harder to get to. I already feel bad for being such a flake where my parental involvement is concerned.

Alan just mused - and I agree with him - that this is probably somehow a blessing in disguise. Things like this don't just happen. We're going to find somewhere for Morgan that will be even better, though it's hard to imagine it now, that will give her more or better opportunities, that will be a better overall fit for the family we're about to grow into that we can't even foresee at this point. So those of you who pray, please pray for us, that we'll find our way to where God wants us to be.
janetlin: (Default)
Today I went to the Motherhood store in the mall to return the ill-fitting maternity clothes that gave me so much consternation in my last entry, and am very pleased with what I brought home in exchange. The store had my Easter dress in the next size up, so that was a straight-across trade, and I got some t-shirts and a blouse for work, and a long white skirt that can dress up or down because, dudes, I am _so_ tired of wearing cords or jeans every single day.

Dad is doing really well. He's home now, Rew and I were going up there periodically throughout last week to help him out with the things he can't quite do (drive to the mailbox/grocery store, fill his bird feeders, sweep the porch, etc.). He was trundling around with a walker and then a cane but the last time I was up he was walking unaided. He said he was still carrying the cane when he walked outside, just to be safe, but inside the house he didn't need it. And this morning I got an email saying he doesn't think he needs us to come up regularly anymore. Which probably translates to once a week for mail and groceries.

Since he can't drive anyway, he loaned me his Jeep for a few days and we bought Morgan her first bike as a birthday present. (Have I mentioned this? Maybe on Facebook) I had forgotten just how exciting and cool bikes are to kids. She wants to ride it _all_ the time, and sadly since I'm not able to run alongside her, we're limited by Alan's schedule. It's also interesting to watch, because I'd also forgotten the process of learning to ride. It's really a tricky thing at first: the balance, moving your legs at an even rhythm, steering; it's a lot going on at once. Of course to one who has learned it, it's all second nature, but as I said it's interesting to watch her learn it for the first time, and try to find ways to explain to her things that are intuitive to us now.

Oh, birthday presents. I alluded to mine and then didn't follow through. In my family there's a bit of a tradition that when you turn thirty you get a cane (because you're _so_ old, right?). Alan married in after his 30th so on our honeymoon I got him a carved kauri walking stick with paua inlays. At my birthday brunch, Dad gave me mine, eliciting "Oh, yeah, I was wondering about that..." from my mom and brother (it's been a while between the youngest of the parents/aunts/uncles and me, the oldest of the cousins/grandkids. Rew's next!). It's pretty and kind of Victorian, black with a silver and pearl knob on top, but I hope not to need to use it for a good long time. Except maybe in a larp. It would be an awesome prop. ;)
janetlin: (Default)
Today I went to the Motherhood store in the mall to return the ill-fitting maternity clothes that gave me so much consternation in my last entry, and am very pleased with what I brought home in exchange. The store had my Easter dress in the next size up, so that was a straight-across trade, and I got some t-shirts and a blouse for work, and a long white skirt that can dress up or down because, dudes, I am _so_ tired of wearing cords or jeans every single day.

Dad is doing really well. He's home now, Rew and I were going up there periodically throughout last week to help him out with the things he can't quite do (drive to the mailbox/grocery store, fill his bird feeders, sweep the porch, etc.). He was trundling around with a walker and then a cane but the last time I was up he was walking unaided. He said he was still carrying the cane when he walked outside, just to be safe, but inside the house he didn't need it. And this morning I got an email saying he doesn't think he needs us to come up regularly anymore. Which probably translates to once a week for mail and groceries.

Since he can't drive anyway, he loaned me his Jeep for a few days and we bought Morgan her first bike as a birthday present. (Have I mentioned this? Maybe on Facebook) I had forgotten just how exciting and cool bikes are to kids. She wants to ride it _all_ the time, and sadly since I'm not able to run alongside her, we're limited by Alan's schedule. It's also interesting to watch, because I'd also forgotten the process of learning to ride. It's really a tricky thing at first: the balance, moving your legs at an even rhythm, steering; it's a lot going on at once. Of course to one who has learned it, it's all second nature, but as I said it's interesting to watch her learn it for the first time, and try to find ways to explain to her things that are intuitive to us now.

Oh, birthday presents. I alluded to mine and then didn't follow through. In my family there's a bit of a tradition that when you turn thirty you get a cane (because you're _so_ old, right?). Alan married in after his 30th so on our honeymoon I got him a carved kauri walking stick with paua inlays. At my birthday brunch, Dad gave me mine, eliciting "Oh, yeah, I was wondering about that..." from my mom and brother (it's been a while between the youngest of the parents/aunts/uncles and me, the oldest of the cousins/grandkids. Rew's next!). It's pretty and kind of Victorian, black with a silver and pearl knob on top, but I hope not to need to use it for a good long time. Except maybe in a larp. It would be an awesome prop. ;)
janetlin: (Holiday: Birthday)
So I had this idea, way back in December, to be clever and write a memory/story of my past every day for the thirty preceding my birthday. Then in late February I was all "maybe for the month of March" then three weeks, then one week. Obviously none of the above happened.

I'd love to say it's because I'm busy doing interesting things, but it's the lack of anything interesting that's kept me from posting much. Pregnancy continues apace (33 weeks now); I'm doing well, he's doing well, my kidney has calmed down, my belly button has yet to pop and that weird dark line hasn't shown up yet this time. My belly is itching like crazy, so he's still growing, and I just switched from cocoa butter to olive oil as the former hasn't done much to keep the stretch marks away and the latter comes recommended by a mother of _three_ with no stretch marks at all. So we'll see.

Today's been a mellow day indoors as rain hoses down outside. Proper birthdayness will happen tomorrow, with brunch with the family at our favorite Irish pub downtown. Morgan is desperate to make me a cake but I'm not sure I want those leftovers in the house. My nurse is frowny about my weight gain ("Let's try to keep it to a pound a week, okay?"); look, I'm not eating or doing anything different than I have been all along, so if suddenly I'm gaining faster, that's all the Rabbit. Groceries on our budget are not excessive, and frankly if I eat much less I'll make both of us sick. So.

Oh, Morgan got her report card yesterday, and it's FANTASTIC. Straight A's and no concerns. I am proud beyond words. The only dark spot is all the tardies, which are entirely Alan's and my fault (she doesn't drive _herself_ to school in the morning, after all). I think that's the only thing keeping her from getting Citizen of the Month more often, given the teacher's comments on report cards and progress reports throughout the year, so we need to get our sh!t together in the mornings because that isn't fair to her.

Work is going smoothly. Kind of remarkably so, actually. We've worked out the kinks of most of the problems we were having at the beginning of the season. Or at least it seems so from my perspective. There may be issues with bookkeeping/payroll/business clients that I'm unaware of, but as far as my particular desk and its tasks go, things are cooking right along.

Aand now I think I'll curl up on the couch and watch some Netflix.
janetlin: (Holiday: Birthday)
So I had this idea, way back in December, to be clever and write a memory/story of my past every day for the thirty preceding my birthday. Then in late February I was all "maybe for the month of March" then three weeks, then one week. Obviously none of the above happened.

I'd love to say it's because I'm busy doing interesting things, but it's the lack of anything interesting that's kept me from posting much. Pregnancy continues apace (33 weeks now); I'm doing well, he's doing well, my kidney has calmed down, my belly button has yet to pop and that weird dark line hasn't shown up yet this time. My belly is itching like crazy, so he's still growing, and I just switched from cocoa butter to olive oil as the former hasn't done much to keep the stretch marks away and the latter comes recommended by a mother of _three_ with no stretch marks at all. So we'll see.

Today's been a mellow day indoors as rain hoses down outside. Proper birthdayness will happen tomorrow, with brunch with the family at our favorite Irish pub downtown. Morgan is desperate to make me a cake but I'm not sure I want those leftovers in the house. My nurse is frowny about my weight gain ("Let's try to keep it to a pound a week, okay?"); look, I'm not eating or doing anything different than I have been all along, so if suddenly I'm gaining faster, that's all the Rabbit. Groceries on our budget are not excessive, and frankly if I eat much less I'll make both of us sick. So.

Oh, Morgan got her report card yesterday, and it's FANTASTIC. Straight A's and no concerns. I am proud beyond words. The only dark spot is all the tardies, which are entirely Alan's and my fault (she doesn't drive _herself_ to school in the morning, after all). I think that's the only thing keeping her from getting Citizen of the Month more often, given the teacher's comments on report cards and progress reports throughout the year, so we need to get our sh!t together in the mornings because that isn't fair to her.

Work is going smoothly. Kind of remarkably so, actually. We've worked out the kinks of most of the problems we were having at the beginning of the season. Or at least it seems so from my perspective. There may be issues with bookkeeping/payroll/business clients that I'm unaware of, but as far as my particular desk and its tasks go, things are cooking right along.

Aand now I think I'll curl up on the couch and watch some Netflix.
janetlin: (Pregnancy)
So I'm now in the third trimester. Things are going well except it seems my left kidney is going, "Aaaaagh, too much work!" and has me at a pretty constant pain level. Not debilitating, not really interfering with life, but I do shift around quite a bit trying to find a comfortable position. Sitting, standing, laying down, doesn't matter. At first I thought it was my back, but application of heat packs and massage from [livejournal.com profile] kiwifruitbat don't do a _thing_, and the location is consistent and specific. My NP says the best thing to do is flush it with lots of water (as if I'm not already drinking a ridiculous amount of water every day), and lay down as much as I can as it's easier for kidneys to function in that position. Didn't know that.

Unfortunately, laying down almost invariably leads to falling asleep, no matter what time of day it is and what is happening around me. TV when I'm on the couch, Alan on the computer in the bedroom, broad daylight, doesn't matter: I zonk. Not quite as bad as the first trimester, where I felt compelled to nap all the time; now at least as long as I stay upright I'm good, but if I lay down I'm out for the count.

Speaking of, my nurse now has me doing kick counts, and the first night I did it, I followed the instructions that say to "lie down on your side in a quiet room without distractions." Oops. I got to eight and then I was OUT. So I do my counts sitting up now. Still try for minimal distractions because I understand it's also kind of the first stages of bonding with the baby.

Morgan is still super excited. She snuggles my belly when she crawls into bed for morning hugs, and today while we were up visiting Dad, whenever I told him I felt a kick so he could feel it, she'd rush over and put her tiny hands on my belly before he had a chance to. I had to remind her a few times that she gets to feel the baby all the time and Grandpa never had yet, which she would take in good grace, but then promptly forget. I think she's going to be a great big sister, as long as we can keep that possessiveness in check.

Part of the reason for the trip up the hill was to get Morgan's old baby stuff out of the storage unit, so we could clean it up, take stock of what we already have so we know what to register for, etc. Dad's unit is in the way back of the facility, and there's about a foot and a half of snow on the ground that had yet to be driven over or walked on or anything. So of course we had to have a snowball fight. The snow was perfect for it, too. Nice and packable so it didn't just disintegrate mid-flight, and yet exploded beautifully on contact and didn't hit too hard. Yay for the forethought to wear our hiking boots, and for Dad having tons of extra gloves and mittens and shell jackets handily laying around. Morgan's jeans got wet up to her knees but she didn't seem to mind at all. I swear she got her father's thermostat. And Dad deliberately fistailed the car on our way back through the facility, which was fun (once I realized he was doing it on purpose and did in fact have control), though I suspect our tracks are going to make the next person to come through nervous. ;)

Work is... work. By the time I come home and vent to Alan about the latest drama with our new tax program or whatever else is going wrong at the moment (something new every week at least), I don't have much energy to blog it, so y'all are spared teh dramaz. I'll just say that working for a tax preparer at this time of the year is probably everything you could imagine it might be, and leave it at that.

Now to sit on the couch and _not_ fall asleep while I do tonight's kick count.
janetlin: (Pregnancy)
So I'm now in the third trimester. Things are going well except it seems my left kidney is going, "Aaaaagh, too much work!" and has me at a pretty constant pain level. Not debilitating, not really interfering with life, but I do shift around quite a bit trying to find a comfortable position. Sitting, standing, laying down, doesn't matter. At first I thought it was my back, but application of heat packs and massage from [livejournal.com profile] kiwifruitbat don't do a _thing_, and the location is consistent and specific. My NP says the best thing to do is flush it with lots of water (as if I'm not already drinking a ridiculous amount of water every day), and lay down as much as I can as it's easier for kidneys to function in that position. Didn't know that.

Unfortunately, laying down almost invariably leads to falling asleep, no matter what time of day it is and what is happening around me. TV when I'm on the couch, Alan on the computer in the bedroom, broad daylight, doesn't matter: I zonk. Not quite as bad as the first trimester, where I felt compelled to nap all the time; now at least as long as I stay upright I'm good, but if I lay down I'm out for the count.

Speaking of, my nurse now has me doing kick counts, and the first night I did it, I followed the instructions that say to "lie down on your side in a quiet room without distractions." Oops. I got to eight and then I was OUT. So I do my counts sitting up now. Still try for minimal distractions because I understand it's also kind of the first stages of bonding with the baby.

Morgan is still super excited. She snuggles my belly when she crawls into bed for morning hugs, and today while we were up visiting Dad, whenever I told him I felt a kick so he could feel it, she'd rush over and put her tiny hands on my belly before he had a chance to. I had to remind her a few times that she gets to feel the baby all the time and Grandpa never had yet, which she would take in good grace, but then promptly forget. I think she's going to be a great big sister, as long as we can keep that possessiveness in check.

Part of the reason for the trip up the hill was to get Morgan's old baby stuff out of the storage unit, so we could clean it up, take stock of what we already have so we know what to register for, etc. Dad's unit is in the way back of the facility, and there's about a foot and a half of snow on the ground that had yet to be driven over or walked on or anything. So of course we had to have a snowball fight. The snow was perfect for it, too. Nice and packable so it didn't just disintegrate mid-flight, and yet exploded beautifully on contact and didn't hit too hard. Yay for the forethought to wear our hiking boots, and for Dad having tons of extra gloves and mittens and shell jackets handily laying around. Morgan's jeans got wet up to her knees but she didn't seem to mind at all. I swear she got her father's thermostat. And Dad deliberately fistailed the car on our way back through the facility, which was fun (once I realized he was doing it on purpose and did in fact have control), though I suspect our tracks are going to make the next person to come through nervous. ;)

Work is... work. By the time I come home and vent to Alan about the latest drama with our new tax program or whatever else is going wrong at the moment (something new every week at least), I don't have much energy to blog it, so y'all are spared teh dramaz. I'll just say that working for a tax preparer at this time of the year is probably everything you could imagine it might be, and leave it at that.

Now to sit on the couch and _not_ fall asleep while I do tonight's kick count.
janetlin: (Good luck)
Work and school tomorrow. It's been a nice vacation. I don't know about Morgan but I think I'm ready for something that will take me out of the house regularly again. I miss having a routine. It's so much easier to get anything done when you know you have to do it in the hour between work and dinner, instead of having the whole day spread out before you in which to procrastinate. I did a bit of that today, of course. Only just finished my daily writing, though I checked my prompt when I got out of bed (also later than I should have). In my defense, I honestly have spent most of the day thinking about it and trying to decide what to write, but other than a couple vague impressions I didn't really come up with anything. So I finally just sat down and wrote about how I'd been thinking of the prompt and couldn't come up with anything and how it, curiously, didn't seem to be relevant to my life. So, probably no points as far as truly addressing the prompt goes, but hey I got words on the page. Screen. Whatever.

Morgan and Alan seemed to have a good workout today. Alan actually took her through a bit of warm-up before they started in on the fighting this time and he says it really took it out of him! I suspect it's an excuse for him to get back into shape in an enjoyable way as much as it is bonding time with Morgan and exercise and discipline for her. Win all around.
janetlin: (Good luck)
Work and school tomorrow. It's been a nice vacation. I don't know about Morgan but I think I'm ready for something that will take me out of the house regularly again. I miss having a routine. It's so much easier to get anything done when you know you have to do it in the hour between work and dinner, instead of having the whole day spread out before you in which to procrastinate. I did a bit of that today, of course. Only just finished my daily writing, though I checked my prompt when I got out of bed (also later than I should have). In my defense, I honestly have spent most of the day thinking about it and trying to decide what to write, but other than a couple vague impressions I didn't really come up with anything. So I finally just sat down and wrote about how I'd been thinking of the prompt and couldn't come up with anything and how it, curiously, didn't seem to be relevant to my life. So, probably no points as far as truly addressing the prompt goes, but hey I got words on the page. Screen. Whatever.

Morgan and Alan seemed to have a good workout today. Alan actually took her through a bit of warm-up before they started in on the fighting this time and he says it really took it out of him! I suspect it's an excuse for him to get back into shape in an enjoyable way as much as it is bonding time with Morgan and exercise and discipline for her. Win all around.
janetlin: (Breakthrough)
I've made a few different resolutions for this year, and may still make more, but so far today at least I'm on track. Woo hoo! 1 day down.

I want to be more serious about my writing, which means make a point to sit down every day and get something out. Ideally of course this would be stories, but even nonfiction stream of consciousness and/or blogging counts as eventually I will run out of real-life stuff to talk about and start making stuff up. ;) To that end, I've dusted off my Writer's Book of Days for daily prompts, and am using http://750words.com as recommended by [livejournal.com profile] eonone to keep me on task.

I had this fantastic idea that instead of making a big scary (and vague) resolution like "keep the house clean" I would instead word it as "do one bit of house-tidying every day." See? Much less scary. I figure it will be easier for me to stick with it if all I have to do today is scrub the toilet. All I have to do tomorrow is vaccuum. The day after that is sort the mail that's accumulating on the buffet. Etc. Now, the apartment is in such a state that unless I go crazy and do a binge one day, it might take me into February before the place as a whole is tidy. But hey that's February and that means I have the whole rest of the year to carry on just doing one thing every day and I will never have to stress about my house being a mess. That sounds pretty awesome.

We're planning to go to church tomorrow morning (another resolution), and my perennial one is to stop biting my fingernails and I'm happy to say that I didn't today. There was much cuticle-nipping and filing whenever I got the urge instead. Morgan is into having her nails done so I think if I can institute a weekly manicure day for both of us, that will please her and help me quit biting. Plus it's a big-girl bonding thing and that's time that I will spend particularly with her, so hopefully she won't feel forgotten or overshadowed when the baby comes. I know a certain amount of that is unavoidable, but both Alan and I are aware of that potential so we're putting things in place ahead of time to stave it off. Alan's time specifically with Morgan, for instance, is teaching her to swordfight (I think I mentioned us buying wooden swords at the pirate fair last summer or fall for this purpose? Well, it's finally started happening). And of course the good thing about instituting these things now is that she won't associate them with the arrival of the baby, won't feel like everything changes all at once. Instead she'll have these nice familiar routines she can depend on when so much else is different.

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