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Tiny Hats and Child-Sized Glasses

Song Lyric of the Day:

All around my hat i will wear the green willow / And all around my hat for a twelve month and a day / And if any one should ask me the reason why i’m wearing it / It’s all for my true love who’s far, far away

Steeleye Span / “All Around My Hat

I meant to post much earlier in the day, but I got brave, mustered up some energy (bedrest pretty much sucks the life out of you), and headed out to run errands today. Anyone who knows me knows I’m really antsy to get out if I voluntarily head to the supermarket. Grocery shopping ranks on my list of least-favorite things to do, right after making phone calls and taking my dogs to the vet to get their bums squeezed. But out I ventured into the heat with my on-the-fritz car AC, which is why I passed out on the couch pretty much as soon as I got back. I’ve mastered the art of the couch nap, even timing it for when the dogs are down for their afternoon naps. Since it’s impossible to sleep when the boys are all “rawr-rawr-RAWR-WOOFWOOFWOOFAROOOOOOO” (OK, that’s mostly Troubadour) when they wrestle or fight over toys.

“He Stole My Seahorse!” from Patricia Lee on Vimeo.

As for yesterday’s followup appointment, I’m thrilled to announce that nothing is physically wrong with Coraline. It seems that the poor kid has just inherited her mother’s small head. As my high-risk OB put it, “I look to the parents, and, well, you don’t have the biggest head, you know.” So now my little girl will face the same hat issues I’ve had my whole life: baseball caps always need to be set on the smallest setting possible, I only wear hats in winter out of desperation and a need for warmth, and I generally look like a toothpick balancing a giant mushroom cap anytime I put on a hat. Fortunately, her intercranial development looks great — great brain development, great bloodflow. Which is good, since she’ll have to use her smarts to learn how to deal with her genetic inability to look trendy in hats.

Something she might find more amusing than her noggin’s inability to support a hat is that, even today, I can wear children’s eyeglasses. And they fit perfectly. The price of a pair of children’s glasses is always significantly cheaper than adult glasses, too. Were it not for that Dora the Explorer logo emblazoned on the lenses and arms, I’d buy a pair for myself.

And guess what — I finally got cleared to go back to work. On Monday. With breaks every three hours. Here’s to being paroled from house arrest!


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A Good Friday the 13th

Song Lyric of the Day:

When I was young and moving fast / Nothing slowed me down, oh, slowed me down / Now, I let the others pass

The Black Keys / “Tighten Up

Blogging Note: You’ll see a deluge of posts I wrote over the last few days. I held off on posting them while I tweaked the blog layout a bit. What can I say? I’m a bit OCD that way.

Today was my followup appointment to my hospital stay. The good: I can resume light activities. As in sitting on my tochus and sorting papers — in my home office versus on the couch. The bad: I am apparently still having mild contractions, although the doctor thinks they’re Braxton Hicks contractions. (And, no, I’m still not feeling them.) The ugly: I’m still not cleared to go back to work. I have another appointment early next week, so we’ll see what they clear me for after that.

What does this mean for my weekend plans? Basically that I can at least indulge my need to organize something, most likely my home office. Rich will be at the A-frame most of the weekend, so at least I can make myself a bit more useful around the new house than I’ve been in days. And even though the doctor said I can start taking on some light activities, I’m determined to not overdo it, which I know I can easily do if I let myself get carried away at being productive again. Because squee — I get to DO SOMETHING. Something that’s not just sitting on the couch, surfing the Web or watching everything on our DVR. Now to choose that something very carefully.

TiVo viewing for the last two days: half a White Collar, three and a half eps of Hex, and half an ep of Law & Order: SVU.


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I’ll Take Climbing the Walls for $1000, Alex

Song Lyric of the Day:

We’re in the jailhouse now / We’re in the jailhouse now

Soggy Bottom Boys / “In the Jailhouse Now

Oh my God, bedrest is BORING. Not to mention it’s a special kind of hell for me. I almost never take sick days, preferring to work from home when ill so as not to waste a single precious PTO day. Even when I’m on the verge of death and actually using a PTO day for illness, I’ll usually still manage to at least do a load of laundry, tidy up a room — something. I don’t like doing nothing. I don’t do well doing nothing. So being ordered to do nothing is a whole new ballgame for me. Why is it so hellish? Because I’m in my new house, where things still need to be unpacked, organized, and put away. And I can’t do any of that right now. It’s very frustrating, but it has to be done. Or not done, in this case. I’m well aware things could be a lot worse, like Coraline could’ve arrived too early and be in the NICU as I write this (and thank God she’s not), but I can still whine about how bored I am.

At least now I can make some serious headway on my DVR queue.

UPDATE: Today’s TiVo viewing: 3 eps of Freaks and Geeks, 1 ep of The Closer, 1 48 Hours Mystery, and two White Collars. And I squeezed in a two-hour nap on the couch, too.

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Home Again, Jiggity Jig

Song Lyric of the Day:

Going home / Going home / Going home / On our way back home

/ “Going Home

Today was my first full day of being sentenced to bedrest (WITH bathroom privileges — booyah!). I actually got home yesterday afternoon after our baby shower. I got released from the hospital just in time to make it to the shower, albeit a half hour late. Not that anyone was complaining. We literally didn’t know until about a half hour before the scheduled start time if I was even going to get out of the hospital yesterday, much less in time for the baby shower. As late as Friday afternoon, it was sounding like I’d still be in the hospital today, so I’m really happy to be out.

Now I’m home alone, since after Rich took our dear friend (and Coraline’s godmother), Caren, to the Chattanooga airport, he is once again at the A-frame working. And now I need to accept that I’ve been ordered by my doctor to not. do. anything. Which is going to be quite an adjustment. But I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my daughter safe inside for a bit longer. No matter how boring that might be.

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