Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Why do I say this? If I recall my biblical stories, because Eve ate the fruit, there is now multiplied sorrow in conception of children. That's right people, I'm pregnant. And sorrowful. And by sorrowful, I mean sick. All. The. Time.
As of today, I am 11 weeks (+ two days) pregnant. I keep hoping for the day when I wake up and feel better. The day that everyone tells me is just around the corner. I hope this corner is shorter rather than longer.
Anyhow, here's the scoop:
We had been trying for about five/six months, and to be honest, we were really surprised when it happened during August. Chris was working in the Trauma ICU, a month of very long hours. But he had a "Golden Weekend," meaning he had Saturday and Sunday off in a row, which happen to be conducive to baby-making. And for those of you that we have lied to about whether we were trying to get pregnant, I'm not really sorry. It's an odd question really. Aren't you really just asking us how much unprotected sex we have?
I found out the night before the new school year started. Oddly though, I was really annoyed with my husband when I took the pregnancy test. In fact, I didn't even tell him that's what I was doing. I just went upstairs and took it. I stared at that test for several minutes trying to decide if what I saw was really a + sign. So I took it downstairs to the medical professional to ask his opinion, at which point he commented about me getting some pee on the outside of the stick, yuck. Like he doesn't come home some days with stranger's bodily fluids on his socks!
We both stared at the test. We stared at the examples on the test instructions. We determined that I "might" be pregnant. We hugged and kissed. We took awkward pictures with the stick. We went to bed.
The next day was the first day of school for me, and to be honest, I didn't think about it a whole lot. I was very busy. But every once in a while, I would stop, remember that I was pregnant, and smile.
The first week or so felt great, aside from a little heartburn. But when Week 6 came, so did the morning/noon/night sickness. With a bang. I even came home early from work one day because it was virtually impossible for me to stand up. That was the day I called the nurse to inquire about a prescription. She, of course, asked me if I had tried any over-the-counter remedies. I hadn't, which I explained, but I also explained that I was going on family vacation that would require me being on a houseboat for five days. She phoned in a prescription. A miracle drug.
We spent Week 7 at Lake Powell with my family, which is where we decided to tell them since we were all together. We called Chris's family as soon as we returned, and then started telling friends/coworkers over the next week or two. If you are just now finding out, it's only because I pretty much spend all of my time on the couch. I apologize. I honestly haven't told anybody that I don't come across face-to-face because that is about all I can handle. I'm tired.
I am now half way through Week 9, really looking forward to the day when the food that I crave doesn't make me want to puke when I think about it. I always knew that the stomach flu was the best way to lose a few pounds, but I definitely didn't expect pregnancy to be the same way.
Also? Chris told me the only reason he decided to get me pregnant was because he wants a Father's Day gift--a grill, in fact.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Many of the teachers, students, and parents at my school are from the South (and yes, I do think it needs to be capitalized), and as such have a wide array of accents. I hear very refined drawls to very severe twangs.
I guess talking to so many different Southerners all at once got me going.
As I was discussing with a parent where the best place to seat her child would be, I said:
"I might could put him over there."
Really? I don't even now how to might-could something!!!
Sunday, July 26, 2009
I had been working for several days and only had two small sections to complete.
Yesterday morning I went to the gym for an hour and a half. Chris had gotten home from work about and hour before I left, so I left the dog out. She usually crawls under the bed while he is asleep.
This is what I found when I got home.
Both animals greeted me with excitement as if to say, "Look what we did! Isn't it great?"
I lost a good pair of shoes, several puzzle pieces, and the will to go on.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
I told him that I could take care of it since I am home all the time. He tried to explain to me the intricacies of the sprinklers while we were in line at lunch today, but I'll admit, I ignored him. How hard can it be to turn on a sprinkler?
The lawn is still dry.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Yesterday, I let him out for a little bit in the afternoon while I was reading. He sat on the bed with me, occasionally coming to get attention. He was recovering well, I thought.
I went back in to check on him at about 5:30 (after-hours), and his incision had started to bleed. It looked to me like a lot of blood, but what do I know about cat anatomy or post-surgical occurrences? I also noticed that he was completely lethargic; he just let me hold him in my arms without squirming.
We tried calling the vet, but of course, it was after hours and we were directed to call an animal emergency center. Which we did. I think Chris was really happy about this.
The tech came in to check him, and decided to take him in the back to administer some pain medications, because he was probably hurting quite a bit. We then waited for the vet to see us (about an hour later). There was cable in the room, though. I told Chris that they should do this in the people ER so that patients won't complain when they have to wait. He said they already have them in every room, and that some doctors want to get rid of them because patients get to comfortable in their "hotel suite," and start asking for food delivered to their beds, and wanting to stay longer.
But I digress.
Bottom line: the vet gave us two more doses of pain meds to give him at home, and then told us to watch the bleeding. He explained that male cats don't typically bleed from this incision, and that if we wanted, he could do a complete blood count, etc. We declined.
Not that I don't love my animals, but I am a minimalist when it comes to pet health care. I thought the $90 fee to be seen was enough. More than enough.
He's fine today; the Humane Society (who performed the surgery) said to just watch it.
Lesson learned. Pet ERs not worth it.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
For those of you interested, Water for Elephants was just okay. The beginning hooked me, but I found myself just reading much of it in order to finish, not necessarily because I was dying to find out what happened next.
Whereas the book I am reading now, The Thirteenth Tale, is so intriguing. It came highly recommended to me. One of my students even chose it as her final novel for her essay. Her essay intrigued me, so I am reading it now. I love it so far. I'll let you know what I think at the end.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Chris was at work on Saturday, and I found myself without much to do, having cleaned the house the day before, and not having any papers to grade! So I ventured out to Costco to buy some cheap books. I bought two.
I try really hard to read the books slowly so that I don't spend tons of money over the summer on my hobby, but I am really not good at that. I started the book on Saturday evening and finished it today at work (the students were taking a test; I just had to sit there). I was riveted by this novel. So much better than The Kite Runner, if you read that one.
When Chris saw what I was reading yesterday, he was a bit confused because I hadn't really loved The Kite Runner. I had completely forgotten about that until he mentioned it. I have a hard time reading a book, or watching a film for that matter, where I am angry or annoyed with the protagonist the entire time. Just say something, dang it, and you wouldn't be carrying this much anguish all the time!!!! But, that might also make a good story--if I am so annoyed with the protagonist, it probably means the author has done a good job at getting my attention.
Anyhow, I really enjoyed this book; I was completely compelled by the story. I love stories that take me to a different place; that help me to understand a culture that I would otherwise would not know. I learned so much about the Afghan people and the struggle of the Afghan women over the past forty or so years. I loved how well the author was able to get inside the mind of women.
Overall, I would whole-heartedly suggest you read this book. Most people already have though. I was just a little behind the times.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
And yet, there are teenage boys swimming in the pool across the street.
But they didn't buy any ice cream.
If Chris were home, he might accuse me of blaspheme for even suggesting that there is an inappropriate time for ice cream.
By the way, I did not receive a rose at the faculty meeting. I'm in limbo right now. Lots of fun.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
My school has made it clear to me that they want to keep me on staff, but that they may not have a say in it at all. If they can hire me back, I may not know until August. But it may come down to them being forced to fill my spot with someone else from inside the district with more experience.
That being said, we received an email from our Principal today informing us of a meeting tomorrow after school. We were discussing said meeting at lunch, and I asked if the meeting was to announce that I won't have a job next year. We then proceeded to make jokes about all of the ways it could go down; for example, "front row, please step forward. Back row, this is the end of the journey for you."
But we all thought it would be great if they did it like The Bachelor.
I might not receive a rose at tomorrow's faculty meeting.
But maybe they will break up with another teacher over the summer and bring me back. Ooooo, and maybe they will let me sit in the office when they do it. Or, they can have another faculty meeting just so everyone can watch.
I didn't watch that show, but I hope you can tell that I was bitterly disgusted with the whole idea.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Meet the newest addition: Scout (at least I think that's what we're calling her). That also means that we will be calling the cat, Jem. If you don't know what this means, read more!!!! Sorry, the English teacher in me escaped.
We adopted Scout on Thursday night from a rescue group here in Charlotte. She was living with her siblings and mom until we brought her home, so she was a little sad for the first few days. However, she is a fantastic dog! Yes, we have had a few accidents in the house, but that's to be expected. And yes, the first night was torture as we listened to her cry. And yes, the cat peed on my bed in protest.
BUT, she is great! We took her to the park yesterday for a long walk, and she doesn't even need a leash. She will stay right near us, and she doesn't run up to people or other dogs when they come by. She doesn't bark. She doesn't chew on everything. And she isn't needy. She just is.
We'll see if this all lasts. She might just come out of her depression and become a new pup.
And I already promised at least one friend that the next time I make an announcement about an addition to the family, it will be a human addition.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
We find cat vomit all the time. All the time, I say! The kitten (still unnamed) doesn't seem to understand that he isn't a stray anymore. It's like he lives by the feast-or-famine rule and always thinks that the food will someday disappear, and that he will be back on the streets scavenging. As such, he eats a lot. A lot, I say! And as such, he vomits.
He also wakes us up every morning about 15-30 minutes before my alarm goes off. Not cool.
The other one, Richard Parker, the eldest and so-called example for the kitten, continues to pee on my furniture. Two days ago, he peed on my quilt that was on the couch. Sorry Mom and Dad; I hope it doesn't smell when you use it in two weeks. And today, I stopped at Subway for dinner on my way home from the gym because Chris had a work thing he was going to and I really didn't want to eat another frozen dinner, and when I got home (ten minutes after Chris left), Richard Parker had peed on the couch. Again.
For those of you who don't know, this has been a problem for almost a year and a half. We have tried everything, including depression medication. At what point do I say, "That's enough"? (And yes, the question mark is supposed to be on the outside of the quotation mark because the statement inside is not a question, rather it is the whole sentence).
And all of this is on top of my already overwhelmed feeling from work. I bring it home everyday. I grade papers, plan lessons, agonize about their success, and worry about my job status for next year (last hired, first fired) all the time. I can't seem to relax.
And spring break is still over two weeks away!!!
I hope you have found my venting enjoyable. I just wish I had some ice cream. Maybe if I think really hard, Chris will sense my need and stop for some on his way home.
If you can hear me honey, Ben and Jerry's Half Baked.
Monday, March 2, 2009
In states that are accustomed to snow, snow days are built into the schedule, allowing the schools to miss a certain amount of days without having to make them up.
However, here in Charlotte, we have lost two teacher work-days in order to make up for lost time. I won't bore you with the details, because to be honest, I don't understand them. But essentially, I now have to go in for a workday on my first day of Spring Break.
The first three days of Spring Break were supposed to be the make-ups days, but I guess the community thought that was a bad idea, so just the teachers have to come in.
Now, this left us with a major problem yesterday as all of the news channels were calling for 4-8 inches on snow overnight. So last night at about ten, the superintendent decided to cancel school for today and will be asking the Board to approve Memorial Day as the next make-up day, making today, Monday, March 2, a holiday for all staff and students.
So, Happy Memorial Day everybody!
This year, my birthday happens to fall on Memorial Day. Does this mean I should have cake and ice cream tonight to celebrate?
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
I gave them lots of time to practice in class. It was like pulling teeth.
Throughout the entire three weeks, I had been reminding them that all of our short practice assignments were to get them ready to write their own narrative. We worked together on choosing a topic, pre-writing strategies, and writing the rough draft. I told them over a week ago that their final narrative (typed, double spaced, etc.) would be due on Monday (yesterday). I also told them that I do no accept late work--I know, I'm so mean.
However, it is just amazing to me how many printers die, or run out of ink, or paper, or whatever the nigh before a large assignment is due. I feel sort of bad for them...but not really. I tried to explain to them that the universe has a way of making things like that happen when you decide to leave it until the very last minute.
Tough luck, I guess.
All of this reminded me of a Strong Bad email from many moons ago. Please check it out for a good laugh.
Monday, January 26, 2009
I started teaching my British Literature course to a group of seniors. I might have told them that I love British literature (Beowulf included). That's not entirely true. But if your teacher has a passion for it, its much easier to like it yourself. Right?
Maybe I can love it by the end of the semester.