My first day of work yesterday went so well! I enjoyed meeting my new co-workers, even the boy co-worker (who has a GIRL fiance...LOL)!
I get a super good discount for the first month of my employment (long enough for me to get some great Christmas deals), then it gets knocked down by 20%. Still a good discount, though! :) And I was so proud of myself...I didn't buy ONE THING yesterday!
My next day is Tuesday, and I'll actually get to work on the floor then. Yay!! I can't wait!
Friday, October 29, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
I haven't had a job in 4 years
But on Thursday, I am going to rejoin the working world!!!! That Dad has been after me for a few months now to get a job, so I manned up and went to the scariest store known to women (and their husbands), had an interview while That Papa and That Onna were visiting, and found out yesterday that I will be working at Bath and Body Works!! I can't wait! I'm already taking bets as to how much of my paycheck I will be leaving at the store...I mean, when I went to get my application I bought stuff! :) I'll just have to reward myself once a month, I guess. Unless there's something really, really good I need!!
Saturday, October 23, 2010
No Safe Time
When I got pregnant with Ramen in March of 2003, I took that ultrasound picture with me to work and showed it to anyone who said, "How's your day going?" or "I have a reservation." (Oooh!! You have a reservation? I have a baby growing inside me! My super powers are far superior to YOURS!) Then, after I miscarried Ramen, I had to tell everyone who asked about him that I had lost him (lost him...that is such a stupid term. I know right where he is...he's not lost; just not with us.) and well, talk about awkward! People don't expect you to say your baby died; and when you do, the look in their eyes is something I don't like to see. Half of it is sympathy, and the other half is something I can't even describe. It's a look of horror and shock, like they can't believe that I'm talking about such a taboo subject.
When I got pregnant with Ravioli, I was a bit more cautious. I still told a few people, but not nearly as many. And I kept a mental list of everyone I told, so that I could "untell" them if I had to. And...I had to. We went to our first appointment, and there was nothing. I still don't know if I was actually pregnant or if it was a chemical or hysterical pregnancy.
Then...here came That Kid. Having learned my lesson, I kept the news to myself for the most part. Except...I was horribly sick with That Kid. I threw up every 30 minutes after I ate. A couple people at work *had* to know, and a couple people at work guessed when, in the middle of checking a guest in or taking a reservation I dropped everything I was doing and ran to the bathroom. Near the 11 week mark, I started sharing at work. Not telling every guest who told me they had a reservation, but, telling my co-workers. Those poor guests that I left high and dry standing at the desk while I ran to the bathroom...well...they just had to form their own opinions. :) I never really started showing with That Kid, in fact, my neighbors who saw me daily had no idea. I just showed up one day with a baby. Of course, this prompted the "Where did you get the baby from" questions, and I had fun saying, "You have 3 kids...I thought you knew this by now!"
After all that, I have found out there is no "safe time" to announce a pregnancy. My dear, dear friend V was pregnant with her 6th baby. After having several miscarriages, she went on to have 5 healthy boys, and was pregnant with baby Boy number 6. At 19 weeks, she found out her baby had no heartbeat. This week, she delivered her dear boy and had to go home with her arms empty. I'm quite sure V didn't think that once she was past her "safe time" that she would have to go untell everyone; and thankfully her friends are letting people know so that she doesn't have to do it herself.
There is no safe time. You pass your miscarriage mark, and you still worry. Every little change makes you stop and think..."I wasn't as sick today as I was yesterday..." is probably the biggest one for a while...and that sends you into a panic. If you're lucky enough to have a Doppler at home like I did with That Kid, you can check for a heartbeat once you hit the 13 week-ish mark. But if you're not, you become the crazy woman at the doctor's office, begging to come in for a heartbeat check. And the first few weeks before you see the doctor and know for certain your babe is safe (so far) are hell.
I say, CELEBRATE every baby. Don't let fear of the unknown keep you from enjoying every minute (even those spent over the toilet). Think of names. Think of dreams and wishes you have for the baby. Tell a few select people you know will support you and lift you up in prayer, even if you haven't even been to the doctor to confirm your pregnancy. Just don't shout it from the rooftops...yet. There will be plenty of shouting time. Or, don't tell anyone outside of your doctor and immediate family and closest friends...and let 'em wonder where the baby came from. :)
When I got pregnant with Ravioli, I was a bit more cautious. I still told a few people, but not nearly as many. And I kept a mental list of everyone I told, so that I could "untell" them if I had to. And...I had to. We went to our first appointment, and there was nothing. I still don't know if I was actually pregnant or if it was a chemical or hysterical pregnancy.
Then...here came That Kid. Having learned my lesson, I kept the news to myself for the most part. Except...I was horribly sick with That Kid. I threw up every 30 minutes after I ate. A couple people at work *had* to know, and a couple people at work guessed when, in the middle of checking a guest in or taking a reservation I dropped everything I was doing and ran to the bathroom. Near the 11 week mark, I started sharing at work. Not telling every guest who told me they had a reservation, but, telling my co-workers. Those poor guests that I left high and dry standing at the desk while I ran to the bathroom...well...they just had to form their own opinions. :) I never really started showing with That Kid, in fact, my neighbors who saw me daily had no idea. I just showed up one day with a baby. Of course, this prompted the "Where did you get the baby from" questions, and I had fun saying, "You have 3 kids...I thought you knew this by now!"
After all that, I have found out there is no "safe time" to announce a pregnancy. My dear, dear friend V was pregnant with her 6th baby. After having several miscarriages, she went on to have 5 healthy boys, and was pregnant with baby Boy number 6. At 19 weeks, she found out her baby had no heartbeat. This week, she delivered her dear boy and had to go home with her arms empty. I'm quite sure V didn't think that once she was past her "safe time" that she would have to go untell everyone; and thankfully her friends are letting people know so that she doesn't have to do it herself.
There is no safe time. You pass your miscarriage mark, and you still worry. Every little change makes you stop and think..."I wasn't as sick today as I was yesterday..." is probably the biggest one for a while...and that sends you into a panic. If you're lucky enough to have a Doppler at home like I did with That Kid, you can check for a heartbeat once you hit the 13 week-ish mark. But if you're not, you become the crazy woman at the doctor's office, begging to come in for a heartbeat check. And the first few weeks before you see the doctor and know for certain your babe is safe (so far) are hell.
I say, CELEBRATE every baby. Don't let fear of the unknown keep you from enjoying every minute (even those spent over the toilet). Think of names. Think of dreams and wishes you have for the baby. Tell a few select people you know will support you and lift you up in prayer, even if you haven't even been to the doctor to confirm your pregnancy. Just don't shout it from the rooftops...yet. There will be plenty of shouting time. Or, don't tell anyone outside of your doctor and immediate family and closest friends...and let 'em wonder where the baby came from. :)
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
The saddest time
That Papa, That Onna, and That Tia (my best friend from high school) were all here last week to celebrate That Kid's birthday. Well, That Papa and That Onna arrived on the 4th, and That Tia arrived on the 6th; and they left on the 12th and 15th, respectively. Funny side note...when I used to hear people use "respectively" describing people I used to think it was because they were dead; and I would get so sad for them.
Anyway....we had a great time! That Kid turned 4, and we went to the Fire Station for a visit. He went nuts!! He examined every single thing on the trucks, and especially loved the Fire Truck "chitchen". That Onna and That Gramma liked the kitchen at the station, too! Huge refrigerators and ovens, and tons of space!!
After his Fire Station visit, we came home for his party. There was a fire truck ice cream cake, and every single spot that could be was covered in fire truck streamers, balloons, confetti...everything you could think of! That Onna said, "It only happens once a year!" which is a good thing...I couldn't handle That Kid having two birthdays a year! :)
But...when all the fun ended, it was time to say goodbye. As That Papa and That Onna got out of the car to go to the airport, I said to them , "Take your s*it and go!" which is a family joke. It's supposed to make us not cry. It doesn't work. :) I didn't cry until I got back in the car...then I started sobbing.
When That Tia rolled up her air mattress and put her linens in the basement, I cried again. The room looks so empty...still. I keep walking by expecting to see her stuff in there, and it's not. :(
All my crying prompted That Dad jokingly to say, "If you keep crying every time someone leaves, they won't come back to see you anymore!" which made me cry harder. It's OK though...I know I will see them again soon. Very, very soon.
Anyway....we had a great time! That Kid turned 4, and we went to the Fire Station for a visit. He went nuts!! He examined every single thing on the trucks, and especially loved the Fire Truck "chitchen". That Onna and That Gramma liked the kitchen at the station, too! Huge refrigerators and ovens, and tons of space!!
After his Fire Station visit, we came home for his party. There was a fire truck ice cream cake, and every single spot that could be was covered in fire truck streamers, balloons, confetti...everything you could think of! That Onna said, "It only happens once a year!" which is a good thing...I couldn't handle That Kid having two birthdays a year! :)
But...when all the fun ended, it was time to say goodbye. As That Papa and That Onna got out of the car to go to the airport, I said to them , "Take your s*it and go!" which is a family joke. It's supposed to make us not cry. It doesn't work. :) I didn't cry until I got back in the car...then I started sobbing.
When That Tia rolled up her air mattress and put her linens in the basement, I cried again. The room looks so empty...still. I keep walking by expecting to see her stuff in there, and it's not. :(
All my crying prompted That Dad jokingly to say, "If you keep crying every time someone leaves, they won't come back to see you anymore!" which made me cry harder. It's OK though...I know I will see them again soon. Very, very soon.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
When it rains, it pours...literally!
This morning something awful happened. I was trying to get ready for church; so I went to run my bath and the cold water faucet has been acting up in the tub. It's been loose, you see. But, it's been OK; because if I held it juuuuuuuustright; I could manipulate it to turn on.
I turned the faucet today, and...nothing. I thought, "Well, I didn't have it in the right spot. I'll adjust it a bit!" and...nothing. I gave it one more try; and finally it turned on. But then, it wouldn't turn off. At all. I tried everything I could think of...NOTHING. That sucker didn't budge.
I called That Dad at work, and he said he would try to come home for a few minutes to get it fixed, but I told him that wasn't necessary; if he would tell me how to shut the water off to the bathroom. Turns (or not turns...) out; in our house that can't be done. It's all, or nothing. Right now, it's nothing. And on our way home from church That Kid requested chicken for lunch. Not thinking clearly, I ordered baked chicken from the Southern Chicken Restaurant. I had to wash my hands with leftover coffee from breakfast. I wish I were kidding, but I'm not.
Off to go try to fix the faucet; because I'm not taking a bath in coffee tomorrow! As delicious as that sounds, going to That Kid's IEP meeting smelling like the inside of Flaming-ball-of-gas Dollar would probably get me some odd looks. And perhaps a call to CPS since they would know we didn't have running water!!
I turned the faucet today, and...nothing. I thought, "Well, I didn't have it in the right spot. I'll adjust it a bit!" and...nothing. I gave it one more try; and finally it turned on. But then, it wouldn't turn off. At all. I tried everything I could think of...NOTHING. That sucker didn't budge.
I called That Dad at work, and he said he would try to come home for a few minutes to get it fixed, but I told him that wasn't necessary; if he would tell me how to shut the water off to the bathroom. Turns (or not turns...) out; in our house that can't be done. It's all, or nothing. Right now, it's nothing. And on our way home from church That Kid requested chicken for lunch. Not thinking clearly, I ordered baked chicken from the Southern Chicken Restaurant. I had to wash my hands with leftover coffee from breakfast. I wish I were kidding, but I'm not.
Off to go try to fix the faucet; because I'm not taking a bath in coffee tomorrow! As delicious as that sounds, going to That Kid's IEP meeting smelling like the inside of Flaming-ball-of-gas Dollar would probably get me some odd looks. And perhaps a call to CPS since they would know we didn't have running water!!
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