Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Three a.m. blogging
Just call me Typhoid Mary. Tuburculosis Tessie. Chronic Cough Cathy. I'm fucking miserable, which is why I'm up at this ridiculour hour instead of sleeping the sleep of the just and fucking tired. Every time I put my head on the pillow, I hack up a lung. I've already woken up the baby three times and while she's always happy to have a little nosh, my boobs can't take too much of that.
So here I am. Now what? Play solitaire. Think about shit. Nothing is going on that needs to be hashed out, which is nice. Unusual, but nice. I can't find anything to complain about. Again, unusual, but nice.
O's untethered right now and I'm not liking it. I don't think she checks her blood sugars as often when she goes untethered. And I know I've been forgetting to log. Gotta start doing that again. She has an appointment at Joslin at the end of the month and I want to take along a nice stack of log sheets this time. Last time, I had a nice stack and left them sitting on the kitchen table.
Boo figured out how to climb out of her crib today. Fantastic. Guess it's time to get her to sleep in the toddler bed. She's getting so big.
My father and his wife gave the Bug some totally inappropriate toys. The stepmonster is a teacher and gets freebie books from school. That's all fine and good, give them as gifts, but jeez, do you think you could maybe NOT give the not-even-four-month-old a book that has MAGNETS in it? They also gave her a doll with itty bitty shoes and hair bows and a brush. And a Leap Frog barn thing. Stuff that is SO beyond her, it's ridiculous. Most of the stuff is even too old for the Boo, never mind a tiny baby. I was confused when I opened the gifts. It's like the thought she was four years old instead of four months. Weird stuff, man.
Oh, great. In addition to the incessant coughing, I've added non-stop sneezing to the mix. I'm SO calling the doctor and getting the good drugs tomorrow. Fuck this for a game of soldiers.