Wow people. It has been one heck of a week. Let me say that again. ONE HECK OF A WEEK.
Tuesday I had some appointments scheduled so Mr. D. stayed home so he could be with the kids while I went to those.
I had a hair appointment after noon. It was horrible. The stylist I used to see all the time moved away so now I'm going to the lady I had seen when we first moved here. She's good but she was just a pill this time. I got there about 5 minutes early, totally not expecting her to be ready yet but I figured if she was then she'd appreciate that at least I wasn't late. Also, I want to point out that I received a call from her the day before reminding me of my appointment and the time. So I get there a few minutes early, check in and sit down to read the paper. I finish the paper and move onto a People magazine. I finish the People magazine. By now she is 20 minutes late for my appointment and I'm starting to get nervous because I have another appointment to be at in 45 minutes. I go to the desk and start to ask how far behind she is when I see her walk by and she gives me this horrible look like, "What are you doing? How dare you!" I just ask her if she's running behind because I have another appointment to go to soon and she rudely replies that she's ready for me. O-k. So I go sit down and she asks what I want done. I tell her that I want to donate my hair and give her a print out of the "rules" from the website, but for now just a trim because I don't have quite enough yet. I was going to do it through Pantene's Beautiful Lengths. I've recently used a wash-out color on my hair but the website says that's ok since it's semi-permanent. But then she starts telling me how I can't do it through that program and I have to do it through Locks of Love which is who "they" use. Well, that means I have to grow out enough to cut 10 inches off for Locks of Love instead of 8 inches for the Pantene one. It's already driving me nuts and I have about 2 inches to go before I can cut 8 off. Then she says "Well since you're short on time, we're going to skip the scalp massage". Oh fine. You waste 2o minutes of my appointment and I don't get the scalp massage?? How about we skip you putting all that product crap in my hair and give me the damn 3 minute scalp massage? Of course I didn't say that 'cause I'm a big chicken. She's wetting down my hair (with really hot water) and then tells me that she's going to use a men's shampoo on me. What? What??? I say "Men's shampoo?" and she's like "Yeah, both you and Mr. D. have very oily hair so I figure I could get you using the same shampoo". Um, first off, I don't have really oily hair. I only wash it every other day because it will dry out if I wash it more than that. Now Mr. D. definitely has oily hair and he knows it. He's an Alaskan driller's jackpot. But me? No. And besides, we already use the same shampoo - Aveda Scalp Benefits which we purchase at her salon so I'm not really sure why she was doing that. And honestly, I don't want to smell like a man! I'm a woman and I want to have a nice female scent. If my husband wants to use a man's shampoo then that's fine but I DON'T WANT TO! Anyway, she was really short with me. I know most of you are like, duh, don't go to her again but here's my dilema: She's one of Mr. D.'s clients for his computer business and this is a small town and (1) there's not a lot of options and (2) small town means hairstylists gossip gets around and she'd know if I went to someone else. I don't want to affect Mr. D.'s business with her, you know? I'm just hoping she was having a bad day and decided to take it out on me but if she was to be like that again I just couldn't go back. I don't spend our hard earned money to have that kind of visit.
As the title suggests, I was back at "Ye Old OB/GYN" later that day. Oh sure, it was just for my yearly check up but as soon as I walked into the clinic I was instantly short of breath, transported back to the days of nervous pregnancy and infertility. I just don't know what it is about that place but I can't set foot inside without practically hyperventilating. It certainly doesn't help that the same receptionist that has been there since my 3 1/2 year stint of visits was yet again sitting behind the desk and could still remember my name and address - and I haven't even been there since my 6 week post partum visit!
After my name was called I was weighed (still less than before I got pregnant with #1 - oh YEAH!) and then she measured my height. Apparently I have shrunk because she said I was only 4' 11". I just don't believe that. I mean, yeah, I'm short but not THAT short (shut up Mr. D!). Then we went back and did some questions and blood pressure (120/70 - perfect). Then she had me do some busy work in the form of a questionnaire from what I can assume while I waited for the doctor to come in for the consultation part. It didn't take long at all and after he greeted me I made sure to give him a chuckle by telling him I wasn't pregnant this time. He told me he was wondering. He asked me the same questions I had just spent 5 minutes filling out on the form and then he left for me to disrobe. First up was the breast exam - oh joy! Not. The pap and pelvic exam went just about as fun as those things tend to go. What was interesting was that they didn't have to send off for the mid-evil metal speculum like they normally do. I may not have vaginally birthed any babies but apparently being pregnant with two of them changed something down there. That was pretty much it - wam, bam, thank you mam.
So my Tuesday was not much fun. Then Ladybug has been so terrible. She was screaming so much over tooth pain - I took her to the doctor on Monday since I didn't know if it was her ears or not but they looked good so I wasted another $98....sigh. Well she had a really good day on Thursday, generally smiley and content. Then today, she has thrown up a few times. I could tell she wasn't feeling well because she's been so quiet and I could just see the look on her face. Poor thing. I don't know what's worse - nonstop screaming or throwing up. No, no...throwing up is much worse. I get really frustrated with her but I know it's not her fault. And then I feel guilty because what if something is really wrong with her and she has some terrible disease! I know, my imagination is running wild but she has been sick more than she's been healthy in her short 8 months and I can't help but wonder if something is wrong with her. After she threw up on Mr. D. and Junebug this afternoon she felt 5 pounds lighter. And she's been pooping a lot (thanks to the latest antibiotic she no longer has constipation - I'm wondering how long that'll last now that she's done on the medicine). And she's so tiny to begin with! I don't think there's anyway she'll hit 20 pounds by the time she's a year old. I get so frustrated when people talk about her size. I know she's little, she's petite. And she's also been sick A LOT so that has bound to have caused some issues too. The doctor doesn't seem to have a problem with her and she's growing on her own time line. I just wish she'd get healthy. I'm so sad about it. And frustrated. And exhausted!
Oh, and in case you didn't get it, in my last post I was hinting at the fact that she has started the beginning stages of crawling. She can scoot around pretty good. The funny part is that she doesn't pick her head up to see where she's going yet. She's such a sweetheart when she's not feeling horrible. She loves to snuggle which is so nice. She twirls my hair in her hands, she loves to do that. And she rubs her own head and runs her fingers through her hair when she's nursing, so sweet.
I haven't bragged on Junebug in awhile. He's growing up so much and he is soooo smart (well, don't we all think our kids are?) He talks in sentences and is getting very independent now. Lately at lunch I will give him a bowl of applesauce and you know how it collects all over the sides? I'll ask him does he want me to help him scrape it down and he says, very clearly, "NO Mama STOP! I DO IT!" It is so cute to see him want to be independent. He knows about 13 different shapes and most of his colors. He counts and he can identify letters too. He amazes me each day. Of course there's some bad too. With all this independence is a fierce little attitude and temper tantrums. I believe we've entered into that thing they call Terrible Two's (just a little ahead of schedule).
Here's to hoping the weekend is much nicer than the week has been. (Although they are calling for snow tomorrow. IN MAY. Have I told you all how much I hate this state?)
