Category Archives: Personal

Surviving Stomach Death Flu

Thankfully I survived the Stomach Death Flu of 2010. I’m much, much better now thanks to finally getting some good rest. I didn’t want to get the kids sick, so I locked myself in my bedroom with Gatorade.

Mitchell and Gage had a “boys night” of root beer, pizza and staying up past Gage’s bedtime. Gage has shown interest in the planets and astrology, so Mitchell found Gage some Solar System posters for his bedroom at the dollar store. I do wonder if Mitchell and I are the only parents who get extra excited over finding toys the kids can learn from, not just tear up and throw in a toy box. But, that’s another post. So they came home and Gage learned about the different planets. Gotta love geeky dads and their ideas for a boy’s night!

Mom took Chloe Friday for me and kept her until Gage and I went to get her last night. My favorite Gage quote of the night: “That (patience) sure takes a lot of work, GG.” (when I told him he had to be patient and wait to get his paints out.

So now that I have energy, I guess we are going to spend family day cleaning house since mommy was out of pocket most of the week.


Stomach Death Flu 2010

Mommies are pretty bad ass.  Not only do we work and raise children, we also keep the house, do the laundry, cook meals, take care of daddies…. does the list stop?  Time is a luxury we don’t have. Being sick is definitely something we don’t have time for.

Too bad too sad for this mommy.  Stomach death flu 2010 has hit and knocked me right on my bottom.  I’m going to use the term “stomach death flu” I will let you use your imagination as far as what symptoms go with “Stomach death flu”.  It ain’t pretty folks.

Monday night stomach death flu hit and stayed with me until the early hours of the morning.  I had Zofran (godsend drug btw) left from my morning sickness days and took it along with imodium and pepto and booked it on into work.  Mommy’s don’t get sick days for themselves you know.  Those are saved for the little ones.  Besides being pretty delirious, I made it through the day Tuesday.  Got home, Tuesday night… DUN DUN DUN stomach death flu came back! Worked Wednesday, Wednesday night, same story. Finally yesterday stomach death flu came in for the final punches giving me all he had.  Water was even kicking my ass.  I had to give up and head home.  I got in bed around 3pm and did not wake up until this am.

Mommies also don’t go to doctors.  We just don’t have the time. When a mommy does go to the doctor, you know it’s pretty bad.  Pretty bad happened this morning.  Have you seen Ghost Busters?   Remembers Simer? Oh yeah!  After turning into slimer this morning I decided it was time for mommy to take a sick day for herself and go to the doctor.

They cannot tell if I have a viral or bacterial infection of my stomach because I’m so dehydrated.  We are waiting until Monday to see if I am any better and going from there.

Luckily Mommies have Mommies.  My mom came and got Chloe from me this afternoon to keep this weekend so hopefully she will not get this mess from me.  The last thing a sick mommy needs is a sick baby too.

Loss of a friend

Thanksgiving morning my phone rings.  The ringtone is “Sweet Transvestite”, so that means it can only be one person, my friend Brandon.  I am thinking I’m getting a Happy Thanksgiving call but to my dissapointment, it was a call with bad news.

Miranda, my friend I met through him (he once dated her), had died that morning.  She was 30 years old, a mother of a 7 year old son.  Miranda had asthma.  She wrote off the shortness of breath and the chest pains she was having Wednesday as being an asthma attack.  She used her inhaler, went to bed and never woke up.

I feel like a horrible friend.  Miranda and I have been trying for 6 months now to get together for lunch.  We have both been too busy or couldn’t get our schedule to mesh.  I never even took Chloe by to see her when we were in town because we were always so rushed.

So please, call your friends, meet them for lunch.  They might not be there next week to meet you for lunch.



Earliest Childhood Memory

There is a pownce thread about this, I thought I’d try it here on my site to get some comments rolling.

What is your earliest childhood memory?

My earliest childhood memory:

My dad has always had a beard and mustache. When I was about 3 or 4 he shaved his face completely. I was scared to death. I hid under the covers of my bed and cried.

Mitchell normally keeps a beard and mustache. I cannot stand for him to shave his face completely. I think I’m still traumatized.

Note: Dad has never since that day shaved his face completely 🙂

I have a Pneumonia

And this is my 11th day in the hospital. Baby is fine, mommy is getting better, but be prepared for a long post…

First, let’s go for my health background. I have Hereditary Spherocytosis. Basically I have some funky looking red blood cells. They jerked my spleen out when I was 5. All has been well, except living without a spleen makes me more prone to catch an infection. There is a 50% chance Chloe will inherit this, so I’m considered a high right pregnancy.

Let me add here, I’m allergic to Tylenol. I am not supposed to take Motrin while pregnant.

Here is the highlights of my past 2 weeks.

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Why I love my Valentine

If you have ever wondered why I love Mitchell so much, this should answer your question.

I come home from work to this on the door:

Valentine's Note

Valentine's Note

Knocked Up

So it seems that little piece of advice your local pharmacists gives all you ladies about antibiotics interfering with birth control is true. You’d think since I worked in pharmacy for 12 years I would have known this, but sometimes I just get stupid and forget things. Yes, I am pregnant, knocked up, with child, going to be a mommy. Bet you aren’t as shocked as we were!

We found out a little over a week ago. Peeing on a stick is very hard when your hand is shaking. My first test turned positive before I could even place it on the counter. That wasn’t good enough for me though, we went BACK to the store to get another test. This time I missed the stick all together and got about 2 to 3 drops on it, still positive. I honestly didn’t need the tests anyways, my body knew something was different.

Mitchell and I defiantly were not planning for a baby. He is finishing his last year of his undergraduate degree in Physics, I just started a new job 4 months ago. Bad timing. I started to feel better about things as people told us, there is never the perfect time to have a child. You are never prepared, there is never enough money.

The last week has been an emotional roller coaster. We broke the news to our families, which luckily they were all excited. See, my sister got knocked up a couple years ago out of wedlock. She is now happily married to her “baby’s daddy” and has the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world.  They just bought a new house btw!  My family had already been through that shock. I’m glad they weren’t in too much shock, because I still was!

I cried for a week straight. I wasn’t crying because I was pregnant, because I don’t want a child, I didn’t know why the hell I was crying half the time. I’ve read this is normal the first trimester. Mitchell tried cheering me up once by stating: “Just think, you have a piece of me inside you”. I replied I was pretty sure that is what got us into this mess to begin with.

I’m just now getting over the shocked phase. I’m starting to get excited. I know it is still early. I know anything could happen. I don’t need to be told this again. I worry about it every day.

My first doctor’s appointment is October 29th. I already have a list of questions a mile long. Using an internet due date calculator, it seems I will be due the end of May and I am currently 6 weeks along. Funny, Mitchell graduates May 10th. I’ve been told I better not go into labor during his finals! I told him I’d keep my legs crossed, but after he got his diploma, it was fair game!

We are making several lifestyle changes. First and foremost, I’ve almost completely quit smoking. I had cut back taking the chantix, but never completely stopped smoking. I’ve read not to completely quit smoking, but to ween yourself off. Stopping cold turkey can throw your body, and the baby’s, into shock. I’m down to 4 or 5 a day and not even smoking a whole one when I do smoke. I’ve also cut the caffeine down. Instead of gallons of diet mt dew a day, I’m drinking decaf tea, juice, water and milk. We have also cut down on spending. Instead of going out to eat, we cook at home. The savings is a pack of diapers!

So now I have someone else to put first. There is no room to be selfish now. It’s all about the baby. Luckily I also have Mitchell who has been taking wonderful care of me! He has been helping around the house, cooking dinner, and more than anything, just telling me everything is going to be ok.

I’m pretty much the luckiest girl in the whole wide world right now!