Many uses for McDonald's Bags
02/25/2006 18:12 | Permalink
WARNING! Don't read this if you're one of those pansies who can't deal with throw up.
One good use for a McDonald's bag is as a container for vomit. You only have to make sure that you can quickly get it to a trashcan before the bottom breaks and you get puke all over.
Want to know why I know this? Because yesterday morning I felt really icky. I had yogurt and applesauce for breakfast, as well as my vitamin, and piled the kids into the silver bullet to get Emma to school. After we dropped her off, Patrick, Gracie and I headed for our weekly Super WalMart shopping trip (incidentally, I probably save 20% on my groceries by going to WalMart instead of SuperTarget, Rainbow, or other such mainstream grocery venue). As we were driving, I started to feel REALLY icky. So, I asked the kids if they wanted some McDonald's. I thought maybe I needed some food to offset the vitamins, since they can sometimes make you sick if you don't have enough in your stomach when you take them. So, we headed to the McDonald's drive-thru, and I ordered myself an Egg McMuffin and some hashbrowns for the kids. I pulled into a parking space to give the kids their food, and then started to feel REALLY, REALLY icky. So, I got back in the driver's seat, and started to call my mom to chat for a minute. Just as I was about to leave her a message (God forbid she be available when I want to talk to her!), I felt that oh-so-familiar gag reflex kick in. I dropped the phone, dumped the Egg McMuffin out of the bag and, just in the nick of time, threw up. Twice.
The sad thing is that the kids didn't even seem to care. At the beginning of this pregnancy, I puked several times a week, and over the past three weeks, I have been at it again. They just take my vomituitousness as a fact of life. No one even asked if I was okay. Yes, they are only 2 and 3, but, still! Couldn't they be even a tad bit concerned?
After I threw up, I scanned the parking lot for a garbage can. I found one, and quickly deposited my leaking bag into the trash. As I got back into the car (feeling much relieved, I must admit), Gracie asked: "Mommy! Why you not frow up in trashcan?" They DO CARE!
One good use for a McDonald's bag is as a container for vomit. You only have to make sure that you can quickly get it to a trashcan before the bottom breaks and you get puke all over.
Want to know why I know this? Because yesterday morning I felt really icky. I had yogurt and applesauce for breakfast, as well as my vitamin, and piled the kids into the silver bullet to get Emma to school. After we dropped her off, Patrick, Gracie and I headed for our weekly Super WalMart shopping trip (incidentally, I probably save 20% on my groceries by going to WalMart instead of SuperTarget, Rainbow, or other such mainstream grocery venue). As we were driving, I started to feel REALLY icky. So, I asked the kids if they wanted some McDonald's. I thought maybe I needed some food to offset the vitamins, since they can sometimes make you sick if you don't have enough in your stomach when you take them. So, we headed to the McDonald's drive-thru, and I ordered myself an Egg McMuffin and some hashbrowns for the kids. I pulled into a parking space to give the kids their food, and then started to feel REALLY, REALLY icky. So, I got back in the driver's seat, and started to call my mom to chat for a minute. Just as I was about to leave her a message (God forbid she be available when I want to talk to her!), I felt that oh-so-familiar gag reflex kick in. I dropped the phone, dumped the Egg McMuffin out of the bag and, just in the nick of time, threw up. Twice.
The sad thing is that the kids didn't even seem to care. At the beginning of this pregnancy, I puked several times a week, and over the past three weeks, I have been at it again. They just take my vomituitousness as a fact of life. No one even asked if I was okay. Yes, they are only 2 and 3, but, still! Couldn't they be even a tad bit concerned?
After I threw up, I scanned the parking lot for a garbage can. I found one, and quickly deposited my leaking bag into the trash. As I got back into the car (feeling much relieved, I must admit), Gracie asked: "Mommy! Why you not frow up in trashcan?" They DO CARE!
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Blood sugar sucks.
02/22/2006 17:52 | Permalink
Okay, MY blood sugar sucks. I had my 1 hour glucose tolerance test today and failed it. Add to that the fact that LTN4 is measuring about two weeks big, and you have reason to be concerned. But the ultimate test comes on Monday, when I go in for the three-hour fasting test. Apparently, a glucose level above 130 mg/dL (that's milligrams per deciliter for those of you who don't Google as well as I do) is an indication that further review of the blood glucose level is needed. My level was 146 mg/dL. So, on Monday morning, poor Tom has to take off work and shuttle children to and fro while I sit in the doctor's office for three hours and get my blood drawn every hour. Oh, and I can't eat or drink for 8 hours before the test, and for the whole 3 hours of the test. So, imagine how hungry LTN4 and I will be when it's all over.
Ah, well, as my sister pointed out, whatever happens, I just need to do what it takes to take care of LTN4 and myself. It's just fun to complain.
Ah, well, as my sister pointed out, whatever happens, I just need to do what it takes to take care of LTN4 and myself. It's just fun to complain.
Welcome to the Baby Blog
02/22/2006 12:22 | Permalink
After spending an evening with my poor friend Maggie (almost 38 weeks with a little boy), I decided that I would try to save myself the torture of repeated "Have you had it, yet?" phone calls and start a blog, instead. That way, if you're really interested in whether or not LTN4 (Little Tierney Number 4) is giving me fits, you don't have to call. You can just check the blog.
As of yesterday, LTN4 and I are officially in the third trimester. We're both very excited, to be sure. LTN4 let me know just how excited last night when he/she kept me up until midnight celebrating the joy of third-trimesterness. Of course, the kid might just have been angry that I fell last night. Personally, I was happy that I caught myself with my hands and knees (mostly my left knee, which is good, since my right knee is already screwed up) and did not, in any way, shape or form, touch my belly to the ground or other stationary object. That would have seriously sucked.
The other kids are taking to the growing presence in my stomach very nicely. They all talk about how much they love the baby, and Patrick's favorite thing to do is say "I love you Baby!" and then ask me if the baby is dancing in my belly. What a sweet little boy.
Okay, I am off to pick up after lunch. We go visit the doctor this afternoon, so I'll have him take a look and make sure that the fall didn't damage anyone.
As of yesterday, LTN4 and I are officially in the third trimester. We're both very excited, to be sure. LTN4 let me know just how excited last night when he/she kept me up until midnight celebrating the joy of third-trimesterness. Of course, the kid might just have been angry that I fell last night. Personally, I was happy that I caught myself with my hands and knees (mostly my left knee, which is good, since my right knee is already screwed up) and did not, in any way, shape or form, touch my belly to the ground or other stationary object. That would have seriously sucked.
The other kids are taking to the growing presence in my stomach very nicely. They all talk about how much they love the baby, and Patrick's favorite thing to do is say "I love you Baby!" and then ask me if the baby is dancing in my belly. What a sweet little boy.
Okay, I am off to pick up after lunch. We go visit the doctor this afternoon, so I'll have him take a look and make sure that the fall didn't damage anyone.