random

right before the alarm went off this morning, i was dreaming about kalimari and fried jumbo shrimp drizzled with chocolate.  not so sure about the chocolate now i’m awake, but shrimp and kalimari still sound good.

i woke up with a toothache and selene hasn’t quit crying all day.  lucky for me though, she is currently screaming at her sister instead of me.

projectmommy, i saw that you tagged me!  i’ll get to it…hopefully tomorrow.

off i go to fold yet another load of laundry to pack up.  does it seem to anybody else that all your crap multiplies when you are trying to pack?

now that’s interesting…

i dreamt that our friend’s mom married my ex-husbands ex-stepdad.  they lived in a house with those little white rocks instead of a lawn, and had several dogs, cats, and snakes.  one of those snakes was rainbow-colored and looked like a child’s toy model of a chinese dragon, minus legs of course.

somehow i can’t see that woman actually even condescending to be in the same room as my ex-fil…and if she did, she would probably spend the next week holed up in her bedroom being “sick”.  (i’m not saying she doesn’t have actual issues with chemicals in her surroundings-i’m positive she does, actually.  i just think she exaggerates and milks it for all it’s worth.  eg., my perfume never bothered her unless one of the boys mentioned that i was wearing it at the house. i conducted very scientific trials on that subject, lol.)

ok, i feel better today

i’m still not sure how all of this is going to work, but at least i have some optimism back.  and i KNEW the mail key was there honey!  ha!

a mantra

not much new to report.  the car refused to start for several days.  dh replaced the starter today, so now we’re good.  except for the fact that the car is a pos and i hate it and we will need a new one before the baby comes and at this moment i don’t really see how that’s going to happen…we did have a plan for this, since we knew before we decided to get pregnant that it would mean a new vehicle.  but somehow even our best laid plans rarely work out, and knowing that, i have to wonder what on earth we were thinking.  all right, fine, i know what we were thinking, but on days when i don’t know how we’re going to pay the bills this week, and then we have to fix the car, and we get a phone call that the credit card is in collections (even though it is current and the next payment isn’t due yet), my faith doesn’t feel like enough.  but it has to be, so i keep on telling myself it will work out, it will work out, one way or another it has to work out.

finally, a pregnancy plan of action!

so, as you may know, there has been some debate as to how i should proceed with this pregnancy, given my history. for those who don’t know, i have a hard time getting to term. the diagnosis is very much debatable, an incompetent cervix or preterm labor or a bit of both? on the advice of at least three obstetricians, we had made the decision to have a preventative cerclage placed (a stitch to hold my cervix closed). i wasn’t 100% comfortable with it, in fact it scared the crap out of me, but since it tends to get worse with each pregnancy it seemed prudent. then there was the battle of finding a doctor who could perform the surgery (most don’t, it’s a specialty), who takes my insurance, could see me before march, and was female. that was fun. finally did it, got the appointment, hubby got time off work to go with me, and this doctor decided that i was not a good candidate for the surgery at this time. serial ultrasounds, a special “high risk” clinic, and progesterone injections were her recommendations. after much thought, endless discussion with both my husband and my mom (who has a similar history but got the cerclage in 1989), and prayer, we have decided to go with the spirit of her recommendations, if not the actual treatments. instead of multiple ultrasounds and a special clinic (which this doctor later informed us isn’t currently up and running anyway), my midwife (and her student!) will follow me closely. instead of adding progesterone to already normal levels, i will continue taking herbs to relax my uterus (it’s working, i can make a sandwich now without cramping!). i am continuing with reduced activity as tolerated, even though all that’s tolerated is partial bed rest. so that part does suck. i may go back to the doctor for a couple of cervical length ultrasounds, but certainly not as many as she recommended and nowhere near the number i had with bean. and instead of scared but accepting, i feel really really good about this plan.

i also have to say, i love my relief society presidency! they came over to the house and pretty much insisted that we let them help out. they are now organizing volunteers for bringing in dinner on tuesdays and thursdays, doing occasional child-wrangling, and helping us pack up to move (which, by the way, is happening at the end of the month. we got word yesterday that we got the apartment we wanted, yay!). they are awesome, i freakin LOVE my ward! i’m so glad we get to stay.

so there’s our plan.  pretty low tech, especially considering that a week and a half ago we were thinking surgery.  but like i said, i feel way better about this plan than the other and that counts for a lot.

watching movies with noodle…

…not so much a relaxing experience.

noodle: “mom, who’s that?”

me: “his name is eric”

noodle; “is he a good guy or a bad guy?”

me: “i don’t think he’s either right now.  he’s just a little boy.”

noodle: “oh.” pause.”those are the nazis you told me about huh?”

me: “yes, noodle”

noodle: “they’re the super-bad-guys!”

at this point i got up to go get a drink.  when i returned, she was giving a play-by-play commentary to herself, or maybe her sister.

noodle: “oh no! what happened?  an accident!  the truck crashed!  oh no, a fire!  look, the good guys are there!  are they going to rescue rogue and logan?  yes, they are!  they got rogue unstuck!  they got logan away from the truck and then it exploded!”

this continues until logan wakes up in the lab and freaks out on jean gray, at which point bean suddenly looks up at the screen and says, “him bad guy?  him bad guy!”  noodle responds, “no, he’s just scared.  he’s a scaredy-cat guy!”

there you have it.  my 5-year-old’s take on the x-men movie.

good point. any thoughts?

pro-choice, pro-midwife by jennifer block.

while i am anti-abortion, it is a valid point she makes: how can you support a woman’s right to choose death for her embryo/fetus, but not her choice of birth place and birth attendant?  why doesn’t she still have that right to choose after she makes the choice to have that baby?

(cough, silence)

senator graham?  senator?

President Hinckley dies at 97

ok, i know it was a week ago. and i didn’t post. but i’m posting now, having watched four hours of funeral services and memorials. he really was something else, a great man, even if you don’t believe he was a prophet.  i don’t have any eloquent words, i just wanted to say that i will miss him.  especially the cane.