Monthly Archives: January 2009

IT IS SO TRUE

Ha! Got this from my friend Alex. Had to share. Thanks for the home remedy suggestions! I will try them all.
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more music charts

Feh.

I’m still #$*()#@$#&! sick. I no longer feel like death warmed over and I’ve been able to sleep a little the last two nights, but I’m sure as hell not healthy. Twice today I had a coughing fit so hard that I puked. Fun times. I’ve also had four, count ’em, FOUR doctor’s appointments this week, because the fetus hasn’t been cooperating properly with the damn monitoring. Nothing to worry about, she’s totally fine, I just have to keep going in. It’s a pain in the goddamn ass.

The Hatchling is doing better but her sleep schedule is all fubar, a usual side-effect of illness with a toddler. Today, for example, she did not take a nap. Under normal circumstances this would have pushed me right over the edge, but my resistance has been so weakened that I’ve moved beyond aggravation to resignation. We played with her new legos and I gave her a pedicure.

Hope your week has been less diseased than ours. Anyone know any non-medicinal methods for mucous eradication?

Well, this just makes me feel like an underachiever

RIO DE JANEIRO, Brazil (AP) — Catriona Matthew, the 39-year-old Scot five months pregnant with her second child, won the inaugural HSBC LPGA Brazil Cup by five shots over Kristy McPherson of the United States on Sunday.

[…]

“When you play well you don’t feel tired,” Matthew said. “Maybe tomorrow I will feel it a bit.”

Lessee, at five months I was … oh, yes, I was considering it an achievement to get dressed before noon. Or to wake up without ralphing in the bathroom sink. I think that might make me the Sarah Palin to Ms. Matthew’s Barack Obama.

(via Shakesville)

My weekend is full of ARRRGH

The Hatchling and I both have horrible colds. The Hatchling came down with hers last Sunday, and I started feeling bluggy on Thursday night, and we’re both in pretty pitiful shape. A lot of hacking, wheezing, endless blowing of noses – you get the picture. But here’s what sucks extra about having a cold in the third trimester: THERE IS NO WAY TO SLEEP. If I lie down in a way that’s comfortable for being a junior whale, I can’t breathe. If I lie down in a way that I can breathe, my back hurts so much that it wakes me up. If I go semi-recumbent with a ton of pillows, I can breathe and my back is OK, but I get raging heartburn. I CANNOT WIN. I got up at 4 am this morning because I just could not take it, so I was exhausted and cranky all day, which is just delightful for everyone, especially the equally sick and cranky toddler in my care. And then there’s the thing where I’m pumping all the fluids I can get into my system, which when combined with my increasingly tiny bladder basically means that I’m either actually peeing or feeling like I need to pee all. The. Time. Who the hell is in charge of this stuff? Why do they hate me? When will I get a sense of perspective and quit whining about the small stuff? Only time will tell.

This one’s for you, Dad

This week’s pregnancy lesson

If you’re in the third trimester and vaguely resemble a beached whale in profile, it is perhaps not the wisest move to lie down on your back so you can zip up your recently washed jeans. This is true because:

a) What the fuck are you still trying to wear jeans for? You’re in the THIRD TRIMESTER. You should be wearing something stretchy that closely resembles pajamas at all times.

b) Even if you do manage to get the zipper up with this technique, you will then remain stranded on your bed, much like a tortoise on its back, flailing around from side to side in an effort to regain uprightness, for approximately five minutes. Your toddler will think this is funny. (“What doing, Mama? I try? You help-a me?”) You, however, will not.

Thus endeth the pregnancy lesson for the week.

This is the kind of thing that can make a squab come over all patriotic

If you haven’t seen this video of Bruce Springsteen, 89-year-old Pete Seeger and Seeger’s grandson leading hundreds of thousands of people on the National Mall in “This Land is Your Land,” you really need to watch it right now. It’s my favorite inaugural moment – first, because Pete Seeger is one of my personal heroes, second because I grew up singing this song at school, in church, at home and at political rallies, and third because they sing ALL the verses, and if you aren’t familiar with the lyrics, let me tell you, it is one pinko commie leftist subversive song, and you know I mean that as the highest praise. Really, watch: it will make you feel all warm inside.

Quote of the day

Atrios on the former (yesssss!) VP’s formal entrance onto the inaugural platform:

“Who invited Mr. Potter?”

Thoughts on watching the Inauguration

1. Holy Shit, that’s a lotta people.

2. Rick Warren sux.

3. OMG, is that bow eating Aretha’s head?!?!

4. It cannot be easy to play a stringed instrument in that kind of cold weather.

5. It is hard to concentrate on Obama’s speech when you have a toddler in the background repeating “watch Sesame Street? Elmo dinosaur?” over and over and OVER. Christ, kid. Appreciate the historic moment.

Thoughts on watching NBC’s coverage of pre-Inauguration activities

Peggy Noonan makes me want to barf.