Friday, July 29, 2011


While I'm glad to finally know why I am still so sick all the time, it doesn't actually make the sickness any better. I'm sitting in bed right now trying not to have to "re-taste" the salad I knew I shouldn't have eaten earlier.

I'm also craving some McDonalds fries.

Amazing how you can feel like dog dung, but still crave french fries.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

I'm Scared :(

I kept having sugar in my urine so they had me take my glucose test early. At 16w 3d. I chalked it up to my current love of Captain Crunch. Pregnancy cravings are weird like that. On the day of the test (yesterday), I ate an egg sandwich, and the test strip showed no sugar in my urine!

Sadly, that didn't mean jack. They just called me a bit ago, and an hour after the drink, my sugar level was 285. High enough that they aren't even going to do the 3 hour. Just straight to the specialist for a machine and the nutritionist to learn a safe diet to manage it.

I didn't expect this. Though, after looking through the symptoms, all that I thought were normal, it makes more sense. I'm constantly sick after I eat. I'm tired all the time. I can barely make it to the bathroom when I have to pee. Apparently, all signs.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

YOU are a hoarder

My husband loves the show Hoarders. He and Liz will watch it all day long if there is a marathon, and it can be upsetting, because neither of them sees it. Neither of them sees they are doing the same.

I'm trying hard with Liz, but she likes to save EVERYTHING. And I have to work with her to show her value vs. quantity. My husband? He doesn't understand why I want all these boxes gone! I'm of a firm belief that if you haven't opened the box in the 4 years that we've been here, YOU DON'T NEED TO KEEP IT! He can't even tell me what's in 2 of the 4 boxes sitting in our bedroom (one is filled with too small shirts from his favorite sports teams. The other are speakers he wants to put in his car)

In our closet he has two HUGE boxes of playboys he's collected over the years. They just sit there, taped up, as they were before we even moved in together. Let's not get started on his childhood toys and lava lamps he keeps pushing the girls to want (Lava lamps hit the bottom of the Goodwill box last night.... Shhhh!)

Having moved around so much in my childhood, I would get rid of items I didn't need anymore. I didn't hang on to anything but my books. So maybe I don't get it. But what I also don't get is the fact that we are too big for this house, due to inability to throw things away.

Monday, July 11, 2011

First Step To The New Baby Room?

Fix the girls room! Currently the baby room is their playroom. They are doing their yearly toy sort right now and putting them into those plastic drawers. The ones with 5 large drawers? Those are going in their closet and the shoes in their closet will be going into one of those shoe caddys that hang on the back of the door.

BUT... To do all that, I have to fix the location of Emilys bed. And if I'm going to do that... I might as well repaint! DH and I are at a standstill on which paint to buy. Personally, I love Behr paint, but I haven't looked at the colors. I did find Rocker Girl Purple with Valspar. But he feels that Glidden is just as good and cheaper. So... Here's my choices:

Valspars Rocker Girl Purple


Gliddens Soft Violet

Which ever we wind up choosing, we are going to add that glitter paint additive. Make it shimmer. Liz's side of the room is going to have hot pink and zebra print. Emily is going to be fairies and butterflies. I think I can blend it with the glittery paint.

AND... Convinced him to go with the Valspar to get a true rocker girl purple.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

A Jerk With No Compassion

There was a story about a 700lb woman who was having her 4 year old daughter feed her so she could reach her goal of being in the record book as the fattest woman or something.

I had a problem with this. Yes, I am fat. I don't think I should be made fun of for it. It's something fat people deal with every day. We generally hate ourselves enough that we don't need others to hate us to. Food is also an addiction for some of us. It's not an excuse though. Addictions are never an excuse. Why do I have a problem with this? Because she is using her daughter to help kill herself. This woman already has a slew of problems associated with her "goal" in life, and she's steadily killing herself by making sure she eats 15,000 calories a day. 15,000 calories a day which her daughter "helps" her prepare and feeds to her. I say "helps" because at 700lbs your body can't support your weight, and there isn't much you can really do. Her daughter also helps her shop, which she says is over the internet.

What I don't hear from this woman is who is taking care of this 4 year old child? It's not her. It physically can't be. I remember my children at 4, hell, I know my daughter at almost 6. She still needs help with things. Food and baths for example. I'm compassionate to the CHILD, not to the mother who is putting her own personal goal above her daughter. And that people defend her scares me. Scares me for what we are becoming.

I have no sympathy for someone who can ruin their childs life with their own selfishness. Been there with my own mother. Maybe I'm projecting too much. But that's out of understanding. Out of empathy.

The Lone Shopping Cart

The other day, DH and I had to stop by Walmart to pick up a few things. It was a dark and stormy night... Minus the storms. Walmart is a very popular late night hangout of course, so we were cruising the aisles looking for the perfect space. As we turned onto a new aisle, the husband had to swerve to avoid a runaway shopping cart that was barreling down the aisle on a night with hardly any wind. I jumped out to grab the cart, but didn't get it before it slammed into another persons car, causing quite a scratch and dent.

Of course, who cares that you didn't put your cart back, right?