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You taught my kindergarten class. I thought you were beautiful and hung on your every word. I can still remember the tune to Peter Piper that you taught us. I can still sing it.
I’m participating in x365.
In 1983, you said that Ronald Reagan was the antichrist. You wanted Walter Mondale to win the election. I remember how to pronounce your last name, although I can’t remember how to spell it.
I have less than a week and a half left at work and I am so happy to say that. And yet, because of last week, I have a lot to do before I leave. I will do my best to get it done, but one can only do so much.
And yet, I feel like I really needed that time off. (But I certainly don’t enjoy why I had it off – I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.) I feel more prepared to handle these last days. I didn’t get a lot done last week, and I was feeling a bit guilty about that. (I’m not sure if that’s my normal guilt about not being busy all the time or if it’s the beginning of mom-guilt.) I should have been cleaning the house, catching up on my writing, and looking for more writing work. Instead, I read and did a lot of napping.
But I feel so much better this week that I have to admit it’s probably what I really needed. And I proved that yesterday by totally rearranging our bedroom and setting up the crib (with J’s help, of course – he did all of the heavy lifting and then some). We got a lot done and I am pretty satisfied with what we accomplished. At least we’re pretty much ready if the Wee One decides to make an early appearance. So, that nesting thing? I think I found it. I’m happy with it, but I’m not sure hubby’s enjoying it.
Had an ultrasound today and the results were good. Wee One is right on track, growing how he should, in the range he should. Heartbeat is strong and has the requisite 4 ventricles (always a good thing). He’s around 6 1/2 pounds (keeping in mind that an ultrasound can’t really tell how much he weighs). Movement is excellent (translation: he a wiggle worm), too.
This is such a huge relief for us. He’s not too big and he’s on track. So what if I think he might be ahead of schedule. He might not. As of now, he’s measuring around 36 1/2 weeks, right where he should be.
I’ll take that. If he doesn’t show for another three weeks or so, I’m totally okay with that. And I’m glad to know the hard work is paying off. Now, it’s just time to pack the bags and wait. I’ve said this way too many times, but I am looking forward to seeing him. I’m excited about it, in fact. I think we’re almost ready.
The office is closed for the rest of the week. I’ll still need to check the work web site and answer emails, partially working from home. I have to. Not only because I work in a position that directly communicates with students, but because I have less than two weeks left at work when we return. So I have a lot to do between now and then. Like get my telecommuting agreement in place and approved before I leave. And finish updating our administrative manual and some other critical documents so others can fill in while I’m out. Just the little things, you know.
So while I would like to view this as time off, I really can’t. I have too much work to do.
Right now, we’re holed up, waiting. Fires and evacuation areas haven’t reached us. Yet. But it really depends on what the wind does. So we’re stuck in our house, windows closed, no central air, a couple of fans, waiting. We have nowhere to go right now. So we wait.
My upper back hurts from all of the sitting, lying down, sleeping. What else is there to do?
So we just continue to wait. And tomorrow, no work. More waiting.
Yesterday, the air quality started rapidly going downhill. Looks like we have several wildfires going in SoCal. And let me tell you, this reminds me way to much of events from four years ago. It’s a little too similar for comfort.
Right now, I am at home. I will be doing my work from here, rather than going in. However, since I’m not really that far from campus, I doubt that the air will be better here than it is there. Oh boy, here we go again. I remember all too well being trapped in my house with no air and no ability to open windows for a week. And with the baby on the way soon, a respiratory infection certainly won’t help things. So I’m hoping it doesn’t get that bad this time.
Uh, if this sounds a little disjointed, it’s because I am a bit right now. I sure do wish/ hope/ pray for some rain and less wind right now.
… or any of their customers, apparently. Within the last couple of months, Target has changed their returns policy. No receipt, no returns. In fact, the STORE MANAGER can’t even override this policy.
And if you have a gift registry, and someone doesn’t give you a gift receipt, you’re stuck. Why would you want to return something from your registry? Maybe after getting the item, you realize it won’t work for you. Or it won’t fit in the spot you thought it would. If that item is over $20, you will not be able to return it. Period.
I am really disappointed with Target. So disappointed, in fact, that I am going to delete the rest of my baby registry from them, and move everything over to Wal-Mart. At least Wal-Mart still has some customer-friendly policies in place. I am not going to get into a debate about Wal-Mart’s community impact, or how “evil” they are. I grew up going there, because it was all we had. Period.
So, Target is going to find itself driving away customers like me who spend THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS A YEAR there. This new policy is anti-customer and it stinks. Yes, I understand loss-prevention and cutting costs, but this is a little extreme.
Target, you need to change your policy to be a bit more friendly to your customers, especially when they have a gift registry with you. You’re GOING to lose customers. I’m one. And I hope to take some of my friends with me.
I had a doctor appointment today. My doc is so cute. When she came in, I was lying down. She didn’t ask me to get up. She tilted her head sideways and just started chatting with me. I really like her and I’m so glad I switched to her.
We went through the usual questions. I told her about my Braxton-Hicks contractions, which are pretty much on schedule. No other funny pains. Well, none that are unexpected. Cuz the sciatic nerve is kicking in again, but that’s not unusual.
Last time, she measured my stomach and mentioned that I was a little bigger, but didn’t say how much. So this time, I asked her. My belly is measuring at 37 weeks. And that’s spot on to my original guess of when we conceived. And guess what that means. Thirty-seven weeks is technically full term. This kid could come anytime in the next three weeks. Seriously. I asked her what else I should be doing and she said I should be getting ready. Pack a bag. She realizes that none of this is exact and I could really be at 37 weeks, and not 35. (I love that she admits it’s not perfect, nor is she adamant that I have 5 weeks to go.)
The way I see it, the kid will probably come around the 7th, which is right when I’ll stop working. Sorry, mom, no time off for you! So we’ll see what happens. Who knows? We could be with my family in the Midwest for Thanksgiving. Doubtful, but it’s within the realm of possibilities.
Holy cow, there’s a baby coming! I guess we’d better start getting ready. Time to go get that crib.