myurbandream: (zeguenerin=ich)
is anyone else using LJ on their ipad? am i the only one who's annoyed by the size-eight-million type? my vision is just fine, LJ, is there a way i can change this to fit more than, let's see... 14 words on one line? 'cause that would be useful.
myurbandream: (zeguenerin=ich)
After a period of several months in which my normal work has been at an all-time low - days on end of doing mostly office paperwork and very few actual client projects to work on - my boss called me into his office last Friday and handed me a whole new set of responsibilities, and I am suddenly incredibly busy. It's a nice change, and very exciting - I feel challenged again, instead of feeling like my skills are being wasted on something a reasonably attentive high school student could do part-time.

The new work is something that was previously the sole responsibility of one of my co-workers - but he handles way more than any one person should, so I'm lightening his load considerably by taking this on. I'll be handling between a quarter to a half of his work - it depends on the week, really, and what projects we have running at any given time. Even at full capacity it shouldn't take up all day every day for me, so I'll still be doing some of the same projects I have been until now - but these new responsibilities are my priority from now on. At the moment I'm still learning the ropes - I have some limited experience with this kind of task from my last job, and more familiarity by exposure with the work I've been doing for my company in the past few years, but it's one thing to be peripherally aware of something and another to be the primary person responsible for it. So I have a few weeks of getting up to speed before they'll cut me loose. Day one was pretty easy, day two was busier but not very complex, and now day three has been a total avalanche of new work! Some things that came up today are things we've never even done before as a company, and instead of taking the reigns and guiding me through it, they left it to me to make the first drafts! It's intimidating, but I'm already loving it!
myurbandream: (zeguenerin=ich)
my son has decided that he does not like going to sleep.

he likes sleeping just fine, but actually getting quiet and closing his eyes and transitioning from awake to asleep? no. that is just not on.

it's been all of a sudden, too. this time last week he had a pretty solid self-regulated sleep schedule: monday through friday, coming home from day care he'd fall asleep in the car, wake up about half an hour after we got home to eat and get a clean diaper, then cheerfully go right back to sleep. he's not sleeping through the night yet, but that's at least half because i hear him stirring and feed him about every four to five hours - i know he can go at least six because he's done it before. even on the weekends, taking naps during the day he'd let me rock him a bit and go right to sleep. this worked fine for him until about thursday of last week.

now? HELL NO.

so we're going to try this sleep training thing. i need to get him on an evening routine that's more complicated than 'fall asleep in the car' - which sucks, because that means i'm going to have to wake him up when we get home at night, so there goes MY evening routine. god knows when i'll get bottles washed or my own dinner eaten... so we'll do the whole bath-book-bottle-lullaby-bed routine every night, and hopefully it'll work and he'll learn that when he's tired he should go to sleep, not scream at me. (in the past that's been his reaction, when i'm trying some foolish thing like changing his diaper when isn't it obvious he's trying to sleep? so then i'd stop, and lay him down and hold his hand or cuddle for a minute, and back to sleep he would go, quite content. but now he does the whole yawning, eye-rubbing routine and then won't go to sleep.)

ugh. parenthood.
myurbandream: (zeguenerin=ich)
by Edna St. Vincent Milay

I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron:
Penelope did this too.
And more than once: you can't keep weaving all day
And undoing it all through the night;
Your arms get tired, and the back of your neck gets tight;
And along towards morning, when you think it will never be light,
And your husband has been gone, and you don't know where, for years.
Suddenly you burst into tears;
There is simply nothing else to do.

And I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron:
This is an ancient gesture, authentic, antique,
In the very best tradition, classic, Greek;
Ulysses did this too.
But only as a gesture,—a gesture which implied
To the assembled throng that he was much too moved to speak.
He learned it from Penelope...
Penelope, who really cried.
myurbandream: (zeguenerin=ich)
Yesterday I was riding high on the epic awesomeness of my parenting-fu: while home alone with Sam, I ran three loads of laundry and two loads of dishes, also hand-washed the pots and pans, re-organised several cabinets in the kitchen, stacked up the random boxes in the craft room to make a space for my new crafting table, got the new car to the shop to get checked out, made long phone calls to get the new car added to our insurance and get the loan refinanced, ate when I was hungry, napped when I was tired, read some fanfiction, and took a shower at exactly the time I needed to. I was BOSS. Parenting Win!!!

And then 7pm rolled around, Sam started yawning since that's his bedtime, and I hadn't eaten dinner yet but I figured once I put him down for the night I could get up and accomplish those little last-minute things (which is often how my weeknights work)... but Sam would not go to sleep. He was gassy, and lying on his back was apparently a big no-no, so from about 7pm to nearly 1am I had to hold him upright, sitting up in bed with him up against my chest, or he would go from dozing to screaming in about three seconds. Needless to say I did not get dinner, or fold the hang-dry laundry, or clean the humidifier, or anything else I had wanted to do afterwards. Parenting Fail.

So apparently my ability to get shit done depends entirely on Sam's benevolence in allowing me the free hands to do so.
myurbandream: (zeguenerin=ich)
so i'm a parent now, and it's time to retire my trusty little pick-up truck (which loyally took me all over texas and once to north carolina) and get a car with a back seat for sam's carseat and interior storage for his stroller. i really love driving stick in my truck, so my only other starting requirement was to get something with a manual transmission in it.

i thought about getting a full-cab truck at first, but i do need that inside storage space for the stroller if nothing else. my second thought was to get a hatchback - which is very different than a truck, i admit, but they have roomy rear storage and i think they're super cute. they also get far better gas mileage than trucks, which are built for hauling heavy loads, something i don't need to do much of now that we've bought a house and are no longer moving our entire household every year or so.

i looked at some hatchbacks and really liked the mazda 3, but then i started contemplating crossovers as well - a crossover is higher off the ground like a truck and has more seating and storage than a hatchback. the mazda cx-5/-7/-9 all look pretty great, imho, and there are some other crossovers i like the look of as well as the mazdas, and i found some on carmax that were in our price-range too. but then, before i got a chance to test-drive anything, we had a conversation with my dad-in-law about car-shopping, and he urged us to get a minivan.

a minivan.

kill me now.

my dear hubby, of course, bought that argument hook, line, and sinker, and he's now pushing me towards a minivan as well. so i did some research. beyond the sliding doors (which i hate for multiple reasons), it might seem to the casual observer (me) that crossovers and minivans are very comparable vehicles. this turns out to be true in some cases but not in others. minivans and crossovers have roughly equivalent gas mileage - a criterion i'm very conscious of, though it's not a deal-breaker for me. but they differ in a lot of other ways:

-minivans are lower and closer to the ground than crossovers, for ease of loading both children and stuff, and for being limited by curbs wherever you go
-minivans typically have more legroom, and often have one more seat than crossovers
-minivans have somewhere between 1.5x to 2x the maximum storage volume of crossovers (75cuft to 100cuft in crossovers, compared to a typical 150cuft in minivans, as measured when all the rear seats are down); i'm not sure why that is, but i'd guess it's due to the full-size rear-end of minivans that i personally think is ugly
-minivans flat-out do not have manual transmission as an option
-crossovers typically have better traction than minivans, since they typically come with all-wheel-drive, being therefore slightly safer in poor weather conditions

so if i'm getting a vehicle that makes the most sense for our lifestyle, given the fact that we're planning to have at least one more kid and i want to foster as well, then the minivan is clearly the most sensible choice.

the trouble is, i think minivans are ugly, and they don't come with manual transmissions, aka they aren't as fun for me to drive. on top of all that: sliding doors. do not even get me started.

so do i get a vehicle that i don't like - not just that it isn't my favorite, but i actively do not like them - just because it is the most logical choice for my future needs? i feel like if i do, i will hate myself every time i drive it, even when it's being as useful and practical as advertised. is there room for compromise here?
myurbandream: (zeguenerin=ich)
two weeks post-partum: woohoo!!!

although not really, because my body is a disaster zone. D:

but my baby boy is the sweetest. <3
myurbandream: (zeguenerin=ich)
So I may have spoken too soon with my last entry, on the subject of being tired of pregnancy.

I had a my routine weekly check-up today, with some interesting results... )

Meanwhile, my bills with the doctor's office are still all screwed up - I finally received the bill from the office to match the notice my insurance sent me from a billing in August, but now the office manager is saying that the bill is wrong - which really I think is just that they billed me (and my insurance) for the total amount, but should have since deducted what I have meanwhile been paying to them visit by visit: my co-pays and the "global care" payment they asked me for. The paperwork is a nightmare, let me tell you. And I haven't even got to my delivery yet, for which there will be separate bills for the doctor's office, the hospital, the anesthesiologist, and any other services that are rendered. Thank God I have copies of almost everything I've done for this pregnancy, and that it's all in one calendar year.

(I'm kicking myself that I forgot to ask for copies of my paperwork for the lab work and the ultrasound today. Also I have no photos or stats from my ultrasound, which I thought they were going to give me at the end on a disk like last time, but apparently not! And I don't have copies of my and Critter's consent forms either. Grr....)

So, we'll see how this goes.


ETA 2013.10.26 - Well, gentle readers, I still have a baby in me. No preeclampsia! (Yet.) My doctor called to let me know that all the tests came back clean and she would see me at my normal appointment time next week. Back to waiting...
myurbandream: (sanzo's happiness)
Dear Everyone Who Is Hounding Me About Unimportant Shit:
(Yes, dear aunties, this includes you.)

I am:

a) nine months pregnant, with all the physical exhaustion and discomfort that entails.

b) dealing with all the last-minute planning and details that are part of being nine months pregnant.

c) two days and counting of being the last one out of the office after a twelve-hour work day.

I'm sorry that I haven't met whatever expectations you have for proper behavior or things you think I ought to be doing or spending money on right now. But frankly, I have no more fucks to give. There are only so many days in a row I can put off things like buying groceries or washing my clothes or (not that this is important) calling my health insurance provider to find out how exactly to add my future child to our insurance plan if he is without a Social Security Number. (Thank you, U.S. legislature, for making my life just that teensie bit more complicated.)

So yes, I'm sorry that I didn't hand-wash my glass when the break room dish washer was running last night. I'm sorry I haven't yet written and mailed thank-you cards for all the gifts I got at my baby shower three weeks ago. I'm sorry I'm not dressed up to your standards because my size-too-big flip flops are the only shoes I own that still fit my feet. I'm sorry for whatever other things I have done or not done that may offend your sensibilities.

Go build a bridge and get the fuck over it.


myurbandream: (sanzo's happiness)
i have a long-burning, deep-seated hatred for all things fashion and clothes shopping and popularity-driven uselessness.

this is a significant factor in that hatred:


Oct. 6th, 2013 09:46 am
myurbandream: (zeguenerin=ich)

If my baby is born while the U.S. Government shutdown is still on-going, the Social Security office will not be able to issue a Social Security number and card for him at birth. Without a SSN, we can't put him on our health insurance. Not to mention things like getting a pediatrician or registering for day care.

myurbandream: (zeguenerin=ich)
woke up today to find that the forefinger, middle finger, and ring finger of my right hand were tingle-y and a bit numb from poor circulation. i am told this is normal....

additionally, i haven't seen my ankle bones in weeks. D:
myurbandream: (sanzo's happiness)
through a mutiny last night of body and/or brain, i woke up at 3am and couldn't get back to sleep until sometime after 5am. i am tired. so very tired. D:
myurbandream: (zeguenerin=ich)
Jim's Chili Recipe )
myurbandream: (zeguenerin=ich)
upside of having amazing friends: had a wonderful baby shower and took home tons of adorable baby clothes and other swag

downside of baby shower: so many new baby clothes, blankets, pacifiers, bottles, etc to wash...
myurbandream: (zeguenerin=ich)
i can't see the bottom half of my ipad when it's in my lap; i have to hold it up. D:
myurbandream: (zeguenerin=ich)
my belly button says hi.
myurbandream: (sanzo's happiness)
Thinking about the housing industry in the US and how Section 8 has a bad rap, how we handle low-income housing and etc, it often makes me very upset...

...but at least we're not constructing substandard buildings that collapse a decade later and kill a bunch of people, like what happens in India:

That's just depressing.
myurbandream: (zeguenerin=ich)
found on pinterest:

I'm not dead!!!! I've just been reading a lot of fan fiction lately... <<---this!

except for me it's more like, "sorry fanfic, i'm not dead, i'm just having a baby!!"


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