So, lots has been going on, and if I'm not careful this could turn into a great big huge post.
First, some personals...
Geo, I'm so sorry about the break-in. I can identify with your DH, though. I like being cold at night and I love not having to spend $$ to get the temp the way I want it this time of year. We live in a ranch and EK's bedroom is on the front, so her window is always locked at night, but the room next to hers, we leave open lots of times. (Our room is right there, on the back side of the house "behind" EK's.) You've made me think twice about leaving any of the windows on the front of the house open. I'm glad you are all OK and that it wasn't any worse than it was; still, what a headache.
BBM, glad your DH came through OK. Hope the antsy feeling doesn't last too long.
Schatz, I may have missed it, but what's the latest on your mom?
Life exploded a couple weeks ago and we're still trying to gather up all the fragments. One of our dogs, Hannah, was lame for pretty much the entire month of Sept. It started with her right rear leg and spread to her left, to the point that it would take her ~3 minutes to be able to stand up to leave her crate. She was so pathetic, it broke my heart. We ended up driving her down to Greenboro, NC (2 hr drive) last Tuesday to see a specialist. They ended up keeping her for 6 hours so it was a long day. Turns out she has immune-mediated polyarthritis. We started her on prednisone on Friday and she is already almost back to her normal self, well, except for the excessive drinking and panting caused by the pred.
Friday was EK's b'day. Dinosaur cake pictures are here
, but I haven't gotten the rest of the pictures uploaded yet.
My mom is getting ready to have her gallbladder taken out. It should be no big deal, but her hysterectomy in the summer of 2006 ended up being really tough on her, so I am nervous. She is seeing the surgeon this morning so I should know soon when the surgery is actually gonig to happen. The process of deciding that she needs it taken out has been going on forever and a day, so it will be nice to finally have a surgery date.
As a result of all this stuff, I've ended up canceling on a fun handbell event I was supposed to go to this weekend (and so I feel like a schmuck), and we're not going to the beach this month like we usually do. I am really low on time off at work, and am trying to save it for the spring. Me and my pregnancy hormones are wallowing in self-pity over all that today. Woe is me, blah blah.
: We might try to go camping this weekend in an attempt to ease EK's pain about not going to the beach.
Pregnancy seems to be going fine. I'm still spotting.
Again also as a result of the small fortune we spent on Hannah, plus my increasing awareness that pregnancy is not the time to butt heads with my parents, I've moved to plan B for the birth. I'm going to hire the woman who would have been my midwife as a doula and labor at home as long as possible before showing up at the hospital. Anyway, I am 11 weeks now and starting to get some of my energy back. Food is starting to sound like a good thing some of the time, in theory at least. I was supposed to go back to the OB last week but didn't with all that was going on, so I will see if I can go this week.
I miss running. I miss the actual doing of it, and I miss the way I feel afterwards. Turns out that I enjoy being active and busy more than I thought I did. I always thought I'd love to have time to just lay around and do nothing, but I am finding that I much prefer having lots going on and having the stamina and energy to tackle it all. Anyway, y'all run a mile for me, OK?