Pollen attacks, and Moms who rock!

Allergies are the worst.

The trees sprouted pollen a few weeks ago, and hubby already has his first sinus infection of the season. And it’s a dooooozy….

I know it’s bad when my allergies intensify (usually mine are mild). I’ve been fighting off a killer headache all weekend. And today my eyes are red and I’ve sneezed only about 50 times.

Fun times.

I wanted to also mention I have a new blogging gig over at the (about to be launched) New Jersey Moms Blog… a sister site to the growing conglomerate of Silicon Valley Moms Blogs. I am excited to be a writer with a fabulous bunch of ladies, so do drop by, won’t you??

Check out my recent post today, on this Earth Day. It’s just me ranting about gas prices and pontificating about Fred Flintstone. Riveting material, I know….

While you’re there, check out my fellow contributors as well, and even click out to the other regional sites. We are all Moms, and we have a lot to say….!

The booby prize

Oh my.

After last week’s events, you’d think I would have run out of bad luck.

But no.

Remember awhile back when I registered David for the local Catholic school? I stood out in the freezing cold, attended an open house, even created a cover letter professing my dedication to the church?

Well, we got the letter on Saturday that he didn’t get in. I burst into tears. I really wanted him to attend that school. David really wanted to go there too.

Worse yet, I had been putting Plan B into motion (checking out the local private schools for a full day kindergarten program). Turns out they are on waiting lists too. I’m still looking, and it’s not going well.

Which leaves me with Plan C (or as I like to call it, the booby prize). Public school.

I don’t have a problem with the public school per se, except the fact that it’s not even a true half-day. My township offers split sessions (8:45 to 11:15 or 1:15 to 3:45). That’s a 2.5 hour school day!! WTF? What math are they using??? That’s not HALF DAY at all.

On top of that, you don’t know which session you get until two weeks before the first day of school. Kind of inconvenient in setting up before/after care. Make that IMPOSSIBLE. Worse yet, I would end up spending a significant part of my work day carting David around. To somewhere. Where I don’t know. It’s too short a day to drive him to where he goes now (25 minutes away). I would be sure to be fired from my job considering I would essentially be driving all day.

More than anything, I just want stability for David. I want him in one place, one educational and nuturing environment. He deserves that.

I’ve lost sleep the last two nights over this. I just wanted ONE THING to go easy. But no, of course not.

I need this black cloud over my head to GO AWAY.

Seriously, what the hell is going on with me??

The most boring post ever written

It’s Monday, which is the day of the week I hate most. S. is off to work at 6:30am. I can’t barely wake up on Mondays (especially when I had one too many margaritas on Sunday), David can’t get moving either on Mondays. He usually sleeps on the recliner while I shuffle in the kitchen, making his lunch, getting his clothes together, getting myself together…

Today was one of those mornings where you find it better to go back to bed and hide rather than face the realities of the day.

I drove little guy to his school, and bought a coffee, only to take a sip halfway home and find that they put SUGAR in it… which I HATE. Then, I round the corner to home in the car and surprise! the road is closed. I am a mere 750 yards from my street when friendy policeman says…. “sorry, road closed, you have to turn around.” “But I live right there!!!” And I am forced to drive in a circle for 4 miles to get to the other side of the road where my house is when I can practically SEE IT from where I was stopped.

I have a dentist appointment this morning. I don’t mind the dentist, but I am not motivated to go there today.

I have 62 unread e-mails from Friday, and I wonder if my co-workers are robots, because THEY NEVER stop working. Damn cyborgs.

And did I mention I still have no symptoms of this impending miscarriage? I have another u/s tomorrow for the Dr, to look and say, “gee, this should have started by now.” Meanwhile, I’ve been reading up on recurrent m/c, and I am growing concerned that something really not right is the cause of my bad luck. My mind is reeling with a recent book I read that talks about the ties between the immune system and recurrent loss. I feel like bringing my books to the RE tomorrow, and telling them I want more testing in that area.

At the same time, I am soooo tired. so tired.

Positivity will get you nowhere

Sorry I kind of disappeared there. I took some time off and found it really nice to not sit at my office desk at all since last Wednesday.

So, catching up… the surgery went fine but the result was disappointing. I had the D&E only to find out from my RE that he couldn’t locate the the tissue, so it was pretty much like going thru it all for nothing!

That’s right, the D&E was only the “D” part. I still don’t quite understand how he couldn’t “find” the pregnancy. It was there on the u/s the day before. His call was that he didn’t want to keep poking around and causing pain and potential complications. My uterus is in an unusual position from my previous c-section, blah, blah, blah.

Mind you, I had a sucessful D&E last year with no issues. Back when I actually still had a glimmer of patience.

I was so mad on the way home. I was trying to be positive hoping it would get me through this faster, and now I am back at square one. I have an u/s tomorrow to see what’s there, and to discuss what to do next. If I have to sit and wait around for a natural miscarriage I might lose my mind.

Is it me??? I swear. I just wanted to move on.

Meanwhile, I was having a lot of cramping (no bleeding)… enough to warrant three Advils at a time. Oh, and the antibiotic they gave me (Cipro) has my stomach in knots.

Topping that off was my hubby came down with some sort of sickness, and he’s been in bed for the last day. He spent so much time taking care of me I think I stressed him into illness.

The only bright spot in an otherwise beyond crappy weekend was my best friend drove down from North NJ with her hubby to spend some time with me, S., and David. It was a welcome break from a bad week.

Worst of all, I am back to work today. Work being the furthest thing from my mind.