Monday, October 3, 2011

Things that make me smile

Opening the door and being greeted by Bug holding a bouquet of flowers for me on the day of my biopsy. Apparently he told everyone at the shop that the flowers were "for my mommy because she got a shot."

And earlier that day before/during the biopsy what really made me smile: Valium.

Getting a call from the radiologist that starts off with "I've got great news for you..."

Watching (and re-watching) It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.

Ending the work week by getting a new phone. I finally ditched my EIGHT-year-old phone and got an iPhone. Seriously my old phone wouldn't die, I never replaced the battery and it kept working fine. Okay, so it was only slightly less cumbersome than Maxwell Smart's shoe phone.

In any event, my decision was easily made to part with the antique when it took FIVE days to get a message from a doctor and I received a $100 Verizon gift card in the mail. I feel like this it's Christmas morning with my new toy, I mean phone.

Starting the work week with hot chocolate because the temp was in the 40s.

Our little girl is getting better. She has been very sick and lost so much weight but now she's putting the pounds back on and is her sweet self.

Friday, September 16, 2011

because I'm old here's a little advice...

When you get a mammogram: wear good shoes.

I recently went for my mammogram and a week later got the dreaded call that I had to return for more testing because 1) I have dense breasts and 2) there were new images on my screens. Ugh. I asked the woman if I should be concerned. She paused--which automatically made me concerned--and said, "it's not an emergency but they saw something new from your last mammogram. They'll do more images and probably an ultrasound and you'll meet with a radiologist so you'll have an answer before you leave. You're set for next week."

Okay then. I hung up the phone and looked at the six long days on the calendar until the appointment. When I picked up Bug that afternoon, I let him pick out three kinds of cookies at the grocery store. Seriously, THREE. And two bags of Cheetos. He was in heaven and I was in limbo.

Donnie reminded me that I had been called back before due to my "dense" breasts. Good point but it was the "they saw something new" that had me freaked anxious. I tried to alternate those thoughts with "it's not an emergency" but I wouldn't say it was balanced.

I told Donnie all I could do at this point was to wear good that would make me happy. Shoes that I could look at before and after the tech places my right breast in the boobsmashing machine while I have a hospital gown hanging around my waist and a heavy protective apron covering the rest of my girl parts. Shoes, man. That's what I need, good shoes to make me smile. I chose this pair:

So I get to the appointment and before new images are taken, I see my breast on the screen and the tech shows me the small area that's circled. To me it looks just the same as the rest that isn't circled. Actually, it all looked like a satellite image of a storm forming off the coast. Not a named storm, just something tropical that might want to get noticed but not cause damage.

After another photo session with the boobsmasher, I met with the radiologist. She used a few technical words and while I know this isn't what she said, what I heard was "clusterfuck." Then she pointed to a little area on the screen that sort of looked like a Fourth of July sparkler. Blah, blah, blah, more medical talk and then random words were getting caught in my brain: new since your last mammogram, the size of grains of sugar or salt, totally curable. I really focused when she said, "I think you need a biopsy but I think it's benign. I'm very honest with my patients and if I thought there was a concern I would tell you."

The biopsy is done with me lying face down with my boob in a hole and the dr doing the procedure underneath. To me it sounds like I'm a car and she's the mechanic in charge of the tune-up. She suggested I might want a prescription for Valium. It's all going to be done in an hour and I'll have the results in 48 hours.

I'm focusing on her belief that it's benign and thinking I need to go shoe shopping.

Friday, July 29, 2011

It's Friday


I confess...

the other night when I gave Bug a kiss on his forehead I wondered if I accidentally bathed him using our dog's medicated shampoo instead of people shampoo. Even worse if I didn't, I need to quickly change shampoo choices for the little guy. Seriously, boy and dog should never smell the same--particularly when the boy is clean.
A shopping trip takes a bit longer these days--even before I leave the house--because Bug wants to help with the list. When he's writing the items as I spell the words, I keep the list short. At this point he can't make connect that he's written down four things and our big red cart has 782 items in it. I don't know if I've ever gone through the express check out at Target and mostly wonder why they have one...who gets out of Target with fewer than 10 items?. I quickly decided to carry Bug's mini list and my supersizeBugcanneverseelist as well.

I had a cupcake for breakfast today. How could I not? It was a gift--it's rude to not accept a gift, right?

My kindle and I are becoming very close.
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Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Mommy, did I grow in your tummy?

I've been waiting for this question and knew it would come. It doesn't mean I was prepared for it...just knew I would hear it sooner rather than later. I expected it to happen last year when Bug checked out a Berenstain Bears book that showed Mother pregnant with Sister. (Side note: I always found it odd that the cubs didn't get real names and are simply called Brother an Sister in the Berenstain Bears.)

But no, this question came when Bug and I were out for a walk one not so incredibly hot afternoon. We walked by a neighbor's house and I said, "Did you know that Conor will have a little brother in the fall?" Bug said, "is the baby in his mommy's tummy?" "Yep," I replied oblivious to where this conversation was going because I was simply enjoying our walk.

"Mommy, did I grow in your tummy?"

I paused (I guess you could say there was a pregnant pause on my part but that's just an odd choice of words for this situation)...

As Bug was balancing on a stone wall, I reminded him that no he didn't grow in my tummy but in another woman's tummy who grew him so he could be part of our family. I used the word adoption and again told the story how we met him in the hospital. The biggest issue his four-year-old self currently has with this?

He doesn't like the part of the story that he was born in Virginia and wants to have been born in Boston or on Cape Cod.

Friday, July 8, 2011

I confess...


I've been unmotivated to blog lately.

It's pajama day at camp and I hate the thought that Bug is set on wearing his fireman jammies. They're a size too small and about four inches too short but still his favorites and he wants to show them off. (Why can't I find NEW fireman pajamas that are the right size? Wouldn't you think they would practically be standard issue for little boys?)

I ordered a kindle yesterday and now I'm giddy and hesitant about its arrival. I know I'll continue to read (and smell) actual books that open to show real pages but I wonder if I'll love an e-reader the way everyone says I will...

The countdown to vacation is ON.

While I'm giddy about vacation, I'm also a little hesitant about it. We'll spend a week with Donnie's parents on Cape Cod, which is great but Bug's temper is slightly volatile these days and could create unwanted post July 4th fireworks.

I tend to stress out a little at this time of's time to put together photos of Bug for his birth parents. I'm happy to do it but find it's a bit of a balancing act. The focus, of course, is Bug but I like them to see photos of us as a family as well. This year I think I may include some of his funny observations and maybe a few of his drawings, too.

I had a dream this week that I was dating Nelly.

I was in such a hurry to get ready for work quietly and NOT wake up Bug (who was in our bed) that I scooted out the door at 6am and forgot to put on deodorant. Lovely. CVS, here I come.

I wouldn't mind having a root beer float or a DQ hot fudge sundae for breakfast today.

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Wednesday, May 11, 2011

WW--feel safer knowing he's on call?

(And, no, I don't know why this fireman needs to have a kitchen timer with him at all times...)

Thursday, May 5, 2011

You can't hide poop (for long)

A little lesson Bug learned this morning...

If you're playing hide & seek with your mom, it's best to STOP the game and go to the bathroom than poop your pants and be found immediately. Even if your hiding spot is a good one the odor will give you away.