Category: Daily

I had my 28 week appointment this morning. Let me start by saying that I go to probably the most ghettolicious medical practice in all of the Valley. I don’t mean the facility itself, I mean some–okay, most–of the people who go there.

There was a young girl who was giving her 3 month old Gatorade. When I first saw the bottle she was feeding the baby I thought it was Pedialyte but then I saw her refill the bottle with orange Gatorade from a Gatorade bottle. I sure hope the doctor or nurses saw that and told her something about it. I mean, c’mon?!

There was also a woman who I overheard telling another woman (the evil Substitute that Eenan has had twice coincidentally) that her friend’s husband was getting out of prison in 2008, and that her own husband should be out this January. This she’s telling to a total stranger and letting the whole lobby overhear. I was so sleepy this morning since I didn’t get to sleep much last night (woke up 3 times to pee!) but this woman’s high-pitched voice kept me awake.

She was letting her 1 year old crawl around the germ-infested office and when she finally decided to pay attention to him (right around the time he put a leaf or something he found on the welcome mat in his mouth) she called screamed for him. When he didn’t pay attention after 3 screams she raises up a pouch of some sort, probably a foldable rain coat, and TOSSED IT AT HIS HEAD! The little boy just sat there, stunned as hell and what did she do? Cackled and nudged her friend to tell her how funny it was. I don’t even want to know how this woman treats her kids at home.

Anyway, I saw a friend I met there a few weeks ago, Aracely. We spoke momentarily and she told me she’d just been told she was having a girl, which is what she and her husband wanted since they already have a 2 year old boy. I told her how I had a feeling I was having a girl and had already been told twice that the baby was a girl, but I wanted to be told just one more time. She brought me a Chinese Calendar from her car and sure enough, it said I was having a girl. This calendar was different though–not like the one I’d been using before (which said I’d be having a boy this time O_o).

She was called in again and I waited for mmm…about 2 hours to be seen. I weighed 131.0 this time, which confirms that the scale was wrong at my last visit and that I did not gain 5 lbs. in one week! I was so relieved. Blood pressure was fine and so was my urinalysis, except for the tad bit of glucose that was floating around in there again. I’m noticing that everytime I drink chocolate or strawberry milk before an appointment there’s glucose in my pee and I have to get my sugar checked. It was fine–at 104 but I’m going to make it a point not to drink chocolate or strawberry milk (or Fruity Pebbles!) before appointments anymore. I hate being poked!

Dr. C. gave me an ultrasound to check how Alaethia’s doing. Her head’s much bigger than 3 weeks ago and she’s officially turned into the headdown position, just like her brothers did at 7 months. That’s what she must have been doing that night I didn’t fall asleep till 3:30am! That also explains the huge kicks I’d been feeling in the ribs.

She’s growing perfectly, he said. He was worried that my placenta may be blocking the cervix, but upon closer inspection he said it wasn’t. I hope he’s right! He also confirmed for the 3rd time that she’s a girl and gave me the okay to buy pink things!! He didn’t give me a sono picture again, but at least I saw it for myself this time!

I came home and cleaned up a little and went to pick Jaylen up (5 minutes late because for the first time ever I lost track of time!). I cleaned some more and then Mayra showed up :). It was so nice catching up with her and just talking about everything like the good ol’ school days; husbands, messy kiddos, and other gossip ;). She was kind enough to tell me that I didn’t look “huge” at all, even though I feel like I am LOL. I can’t even walk straight anymore from the extra girth.

I hope we can chill out again soon and catch a movie or something. I miss my friends!

Eenan has UIL practice tomorrow–I’m hoping his coach finally decides exactly when she’s going to have them. She actually called this time, which I appreciate but God, her meets are all over the place! I’m just glad she won’t be having them in the morning anymore. Or not having them, more like it.

Today feels really low-key and just…relaxing. Jaylen did his homework with no complaints, Eenan doesn’t have homework, two of my favorite shows (ANTM and Biggest Loser) are on tonight, and I fully plan on finally making my lasagna as soon as I’m done with this entry.

P.S. Yay for Democrats taking over the House! C’mon Virginia! I have faith in you!

How strange that Rumsfeld stepped down out of all days and all of a sudden the cheap $1.95-1.99 gas that had been the trend the past two weeks up until yesterday suddenly jumped up to $2.09. Hmm? I wonder how this next year will pan out?

My stove is fixed! In a little over 24 hours the problem was resolved, thank God.

Thank my Dad-in-law actually, who, along with his friend Ricky, took apart the back of my beautiful stove and figured out that the prongs of the electrical plug weren’t correctly coiled around this connector thing which burned and caused a short. It burned.

One of the things I fear most is a fire; a fire while I’m home alone and especially a fire during the night, where we, God forbid, might not hear the smoke detector going off. To think that the wires that burned could have sparked the wall and caused a huge fire scares the hell out of me. Thankfully it contained itself, probably because of the metal cover.

They assessed the damage last night while the boys and I ate at Mary’s and was kind enough to send over a plate of dinner for Mario, too. We’d need a new plug and that connector. Mary brought them over today after work and I was dreading to know how much it all cost. To my relief everything came out to $17. Praise the Lord.

Tomorrow, all will hopefully be back to normal. I’ll still be very cautious and keep an ear out, just in case though. I really want some lasagna, so I might just whip some up tomorrow while Mayra visits :). I can’t wait to catch up on the happenings of the last few weeks.

I should shower and get to bed. My back is aching. I did the rest of the housework I didn’t get to yesterday, so that might be why I feel so tired. I’m feeling sloth-like lately.

P.S. I made time to vote today, which was an adventure all on it’s own. Mom didn’t get to vote, which totally sucked. John didn’t want to go so if Republicans stay in charge I’m blaming him. I keed, I keed. Only because he bought me a cinnamon roll at his work :).

P.P.S. We totally have to go to Donna’s Corn Maze! I’ve wanted to do this since last year, when I first heard about it. It sounds like so much fun. Plus free roasted sweet corn and s’mores? AWESOME.

One of the worst things that could possibly happen in this household has happened.

Our electric ceramic-top stove has died!

Mario wanted a potato and egg taco for breakfast (he requested it around 1am last night when I felt him slide into bed) so I got started on it after I got home from dropping the kids off. I turned the right front burner on to heat the pan while I washed and peeled the potato. I noticed that around every 8 seconds I’d hear a ticking sound. I got closer and noticed the tick was coming from either the top of the stove where the knobs are, or from the front burner itself (the one I use the most). The potatoes finished cooking, I drained the olive oil that was left and added the egg, pepper and garlic powder. I took the pan off the burner when it was done and placed another pan on top of it to heat up the tortillas while I went to wake up Mario.

He gets up, I go back to the kitchen. I notice the red light that indicates that theres a “Hot Surface” isn’t on at all, yet I’ve had the stove on for a while on ‘6’. I switch to another burner, the left back one, put it on ‘9’ and nothing. I freak out and run into the bathroom where Mario’s taking a shower and yell, “OHMYGODTHESTOVEISN’TWORKING!” I explain about the ticking and how it was probably telling me it was dying and he says he’ll check it out when he gets out.

Not much he could do…he’d have to take the whole darn stove apart just to check the stove top and he still had to eat breakfast and get his stuff together for work. And I was finally going to make lasanga tonight, darnit! How the heck are we supposed to eat? I don’t buy microwavable food! Even the stuff that can be “heated up”, like pot pies and pizza, require an oven to cook them. The oven isn’t working either *pulls out hair*.

I wish I knew what caused it to just take a crap like that. We’ve only had it since February 2003, which is 3, almost 4 years. I can’t find any of the pamphlets and god only knows where I left the receipt for it. I know for a fact that we were idiots back then and wouldn’t register anything, so we probably don’t have any type of warranty. We paid cash for it at Sears, so they most likely didn’t take our info down, I think? Argh! I told Mario, “Dina’s (Jorge’s mom) had her flat top for years; how come hers hasn’t died?”

He smirks and says, “Because she probably doesn’t use it as much as you do.”

“… Great. I killed it. For cooking too much.”

I don’t know what we’re going to do, where I’m going to cook (I really don’t want to be cooking at my mom-in-laws then lugging everything back here), and who will fix it. Mary’s calling around and I need to ask my dad-in-law if he knows anyone who’ll fix electric ceramic tops, so we’ll see. Appliances and cars have great timing. Here we were excited about buying baby things and Christmas presents and now we have to fix a stove. Lovely!