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A Thanksgiving Wish

Filed under: Holidays,Is It Time to Panic Yet?,Parenting,Travel — Amy @ 12:51 pm

I usually neglect the mention of holidays on this blog. I don’t know why. It seems that every time one comes up I’m so engrossed in my plans that I just forget the “traditional holiday post” until after the holiday has passed…and then it doesn’t seem to make any sense to post about it.

This year I’m breaking my own tradition and wishing you a Happy Thanksgiving before the holiday.

Tomorrow we’re boarding a flight for Seattle, which I am both looking forward to and incredibly apprehensive about. See, Kaelin doesn’t sleep on planes. The last flight she took was an overnight flight and she didn’t sleep the entire time. I didn’t even know that was possible for a (just barely) 2-year-old.

This flight is during the day (thank goodness) but it falls right in the middle of her nap time. Which means that she’s just not going to nap tomorrow.

Which will either a) be great in helping her adjust to the time change because we can put her to bed 2 hours early… or b) she will dissolve into the screaming tantrum throwing toddler of doom and we will all be killed by the blazes of fire shooting out of her eyes.

Probably that second one.

So I hope you all have a wonderful holiday with your families. I hope you eat entirely too much and fall asleep after dinner. I hope you laugh and share and create memories that you treasure.

And if you hear a banshee scream, followed by an explosion, that’s just our little corner of Seattle blowing up from The Toddler Meltdown of 2007.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Edited to add: I just realized that even solution “a” above isn’t a reality, because it’s 2 hours earlier in Seattle, so we really need to put her to bed 2 hours LATER in order to avoid her waking up at 5am. Yep…we’re doomed.

The Nose Bowl

Filed under: Is It Time to Panic Yet?,Such is Life,Thumbs Down — Amy @ 2:10 pm

Yesterday started off on a bad note. J woke up to the “glug glug glug” of me repeatedly pouring water down the sink from two little water bottles while muttering obscenities about the incompetence of toilet bowl manufacturers.

See, I have this habit of using toilet paper to blow my nose and then flushing it down the toilet, since this seems to me to be more sanitary than having dirty tissues sit in a wastebasket for a week.
Over the past couple of days, I have been battling some kind of no-you-can’t-take-any-medication-for-it-because-you’re-pregnant illness and my nose had been a particular distraction the night before.

Basically, I was up all night tossing crumpled toilet paper into the toilet. But I couldn’t flush the toilet because I was afraid it would wake up J. Not once did it occur to me that the repeated sound of the foghorn attached to my face could disturb him. But I just knew that if I flushed that toilet once behind two closed doors, his sleep would be ruined for the rest of the night. Go figure.

So in the morning, I had amassed quite a mound of unflushed tissues in the toilet bowl, and had a sneaking suspicion that the toilet might choke on it when flushed. But that was a theory that had to be tested.


Toilets clog. That’s just part of their job, and a fact of life. WHY then, would anybody make a toilet that overflowed when it couldn’t get everything down the tube??? Even at our old crummy house, the water would stop flowing into the toilet if it backed up to a certain level.

I watched as the water rose. And rose. And kept rising. It didn’t stop. It just kept coming, up, up, and out of the bowl. And onto the floor.


I mean seriously people, what if this had not been toilet water and tissues, but the result of a seafood dinner gone bad? Our bathroom area would have been ruined for good and we would have had to get the flooring replaced because that kind of thing never REALLY comes out of carpet. It’s like putting carpet in the kitchen – something anybody with a brain just doesn’t do.

Anyway, after layering the floor with towels, I realized that the only way to lower the level of the water in the bowl was to take it out myself. Since we just moved in, all I had at my disposal was a couple of empty water bottles. Hence Jens’ morning wake-up music.

I can tell you that this particular start to the day, in addition to my lack of sleep the previous night didn’t do wonders for my mood or my cold, which grew gradually worse through the day. I eventually had to leave work just to go home and get some sleep.

Ah sleep. The wonder-cure. Much better today.

A Delicate Balance

Filed under: Finances,Is It Time to Panic Yet?,Moving — Amy @ 10:00 am

We’re shopping for a house right now. And discovering once again that this kind of thing is always more complicated than you think it’s going to be.
First there’s the mortgage, and the fact that the myriad of mortgage calculators available online are virtually useless because they never seem to match what the bank seems to think you can afford, nor can they estimate important stuff like property taxes which have quite the impact on your monthly payment.
And mortgage paperwork is insane. Two months records of this, three months of that, last year’s this, your most recent that, every piece of identification you have available. Sign here, here, and here. And here. And here. Oh and here, here, here, here, here, no just initial there and there, sign here, here and here.
The timing is also quite crucial. If your lease expires in June, you want to close on a house in June because that way you get to skip any housing payments in July and can therefore use the money for moving expenses, closing costs, etc. So if you start your search early and find a house you like, you end up waiting around until the proper time to make an offer, just so you can close at the right time. But if you don’t start searching early enough, you end up being unable to see all the options and possibilities available, and wonder if you’re purchasing a second choice instead of “the one that got away.”
One day things will be simple. They will.

“An-ti-ci-pa-tion…” (insert music here)

I’m intentionally delaying the setting of my first pre-natal doctors appointment. I think the biggest problem with this whole pregnancy thing is my inate phobia of pain. And upon reading this…

“This will probably be the longest visit you have with your doctor or midwife (unless you encounter problems along the way)…At your initial appointment your doctor or midwife will take your family history, and give you a thorough physical, including a pelvic exam. You will also get a Pap smear to test for cervical cancer. Routine blood tests are taken to identify your blood type, Rh factor, and whether you’re deficient in iron. You will also be tested for immunity to German measles (rubella) as well as for sexually transmitted diseases such as syphilis. Depending on your ethnic background and medical history, you may also be tested for sickle-cell anemia, Tay-Sachs disease, and thalassemia.”

That’s medical terminology for “they’re going to stick me.” And this is the part where I run and hide under the nearest examination table.

I hate needles. Hate them. They are one of the few things in life that can actually make me cry in public, which is embarrasing and frustrating and makes me hate them even more. This first appointment sounds like it will include a lot of needles. And a pap smear. FAN-TAST-IC.

Going Digital


After calling my best friend the pharmacist in a frenzied panic this morning, I took her suggestion about ignoring the 1-line-2-lines test and instead getting the digital version. The kind that says “Pregnant” or “Not Pregnant.” I thought that sounded like a great idea.

Guess what. Evidently, 1.5 lines = Pregnant.


Testing, Testing, 1-2-3

Filed under: Is It Time to Panic Yet?,Pregnancy — Amy @ 9:14 am

1 Line = Not Pregnant
2 Lines = Pregnant


Local Emergency

I received a phone call last night from Andrea, an old friend from high school. Her brother (who is also a friend of my brother) has been put in ICU here in Dallas due to waking up without feeling in any of his limbs. He was rushed to the hospital and tests revealed that he had an extremely low potassium level (just above 1.1) and the doctors were amazed that he was still alive. Evidently he should have had cardiac arrest before his levels reached that low.

They pumped him full of potassium and he seems to be responding to the treatment. As of today, he has some mobility back in his legs. They are calling in specialists to figure out what went wrong and the theories they were tossing about didn’t sound too appealing. They included a blood leak in his brain, a degenerative disease that could leave him permanently crippled, and other options that were all a little scary.

The fact that he’s responding to the potassium treatment is encouraging though, and we’re hoping the only diagnosis they have to come up with is what caused his levels to drop so dramatically.

Please pray for healing and peace – both for Ryan and his family. He’s still in ICU and the doctors are only allowing 2 visitors at a time, twice a day for 30 minutes, so the family is unable to see him very much.

On a lighter note, I think I get the stupid award for the month. I walked into WingStop last night and paid for my pickup order. And left it on the counter. And I didn’t realize until I got home and had no wings to take inside. So J had to make an extra stop on the way home and pick up the wings.

Proof positive that a day and a half of correcting legal documents can turn my brain to mush. Sigh.

Thank goodness for patient husbands 🙂

PS: Besides low potassium, there are other things that would give you a heart attack…

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