Bean has started using words rather than signs for new things. She says reasonable approximations for wow, dog, uh-oh, and ball. All large spherical things are balls.
So imagine my reaction earlier this evening when I was in the bath with Bean and she pointed to my left boob and said "Wow. Ball!"
Yes, dear. Thank you.
This Saturday I went to a Stitch and Bitch at Ann’s house. Ann lives in Blue Diamond, a little town (I think it’s technically a village) outside of Vegas, and away from the tentacles of urban sprawl. This is what you see on the way out there:
So it was a lovely sunny drive, and fun gabbing with the ladies. And this little cat fell asleep on Shannon’s purse:
Sunday, I woke up feeling like hell. I was sick, which was normal, but I couldn’t stop being sick. I couldn’t keep down any food or liquid whatsoever. As the day progressed, I got weaker and weaker. By the end of the day I was so bad that I couldn’t spend more than a few minutes out of bed and I couldn’t pick up Bean. I couldn’t get a hold of the doctor, and I couldn’t get a hold of any other OB at her practice. The answering service said no one was on call that weekend. Shit. Monday morning, I was able to talk to their staff nurse, who told me to get my ass to the emergency room. Thirty minutes later, and with permission from my insurance company to try to save my own life, I hobbled into the E.R. I spent the whole day hooked up to IVs (Yeah! My favorite!) pumping me full of fluids and sugar. I felt hungry for the first time in two days, and devoured the tray of food the cafeteria sent me. Food, tray, plates , and all. Yum.
The doctor told me I was suffering from hyperemesis gravidarum (Oooh, it’s cool because it’s Latin) Hopefully, this was an isolated incident and not something that repeats itself. I don’t want to have to spend all day in the E.R. again. She gave me a prescription for anti-nausea medication – it’s the same stuff that they gave (big) Sophie when she was going through Chemo – but Dr. Internet tells me that, while it’s commonly prescribed to pregnant women, there haven’t been enough studies done to determine the risk of birth defects. I decided not to take the medication, even though the E.R. doctor and my O.B. both said it’s fine. I dunno. They handed out Thalidomide like skittles, and look what happened with that.
So I’m home now, and feeling okay. Not great, but okay. I managed to keep down breakfast, and that’s a start.
This study asked children which tasted better: food wrapped in nondescript packaging or the exact same food wrapped in McDonald's packaging. The kids thought that the McDonald's food tasted better every time.
Wow. That's food for thought.
Japanese Gong Show
Mommy Needs Some Time to Herself
So we’re back from Salt Lake, and everything there was hunky-dorey. Luckily, the floor in the guest bathroom was tiled. This will embarrass me to admit it, but I threw up so hard that I peed myself. Yeah. It’s that bad, the morning sickness, which is quickly evolving into the all-day sickness.
So we get home, and I discover that the fridge has it out for me. Whenever I open the fridge, a weird smell comes out. I think it’s an off-dairy sort of smell, but Dim swears that I’m making it up and that he smells nothing. He’s obviously lacking the sense of smell, or is a big fat liar, because the stench is SO bad that whenever I open the fridge, I retch loud enough to be heard through the whole house. We’re talking RRRREEEETTTCCHHH, the kind of noise that a five –year-old would make to imitate something large – like, I don’t know, a Tyrannosaur – vomiting. It’s almost instantaneous.
Bean thinks it’s funny.
I can’t believe that Dim doesn’t smell anything. It’s AWFUL. Don’t think that I’m some kind of nasty person who doesn’t clean out their fridge, either. There are no UFOs in there, and I cleaned the thing out with vinegar before we left for SLC. The fridge is clean, is what I’m saying. But it still has the death breath.
I put boxes of baking soda in the fridge and freezer in hopes of restraining the ghost odor, but so far, no dice. It’s still very noisome in there.
Any ideas?