7 quick takes
Joining Jen, because it’s Friday and I can.
This is how almost every conversation with Max goes lately:
Max: (requests something) Mor peaw!
Me: More pear?
Max: Ah kay (Ok).
(In other words it is as if it was MY idea and he is just going along with it). Funny every time.
I am SO TIRED of mosquitoes. I spent a week or so sleeping in long pants, socks and long sleeves to try to avoid being bitten by the ones that get into the house, but then I was waking up in the night boiling hot and sweating. So the last two nights I have slept in shorts and a t-shirt and I am back to bites everywhere.
Last night I had a lovely time going to dinner with my oldest friend. We tried a restaurant I haven’t been to in my neighborhood and it was a very good thing we wanted to catch up and that I did not try this restaurant with my family because we had the slowest service I have ever experienced. It wasn’t just that the food took awhile, we sat for at least a half hour before they brought our drinks (which were only sparkling water) and even longer before they even took our order. We were never offered bread even though the tables around us had it (the waitress claims she didn’t offer because I ordered my meal with the gluten-free option but we had been sitting for 40 minutes by the time we ordered and anyway, my friend is not gluten-free and would have liked some bread!) PAINFULLY slow. Fortunately we were chatting anyway, but I am not likely to go back there.
We are still experiencing child care drama. It’s so exhausting I don’t even want to tell you about it. (Ok, basically all the summer temporary care I had is over and now I have to find someone new but only for two months).
After three years of sitting in a desk approximately 2 feet from my co-worker, where she quite literally had to climb over me to get to her desk, we moved offices this week and we each have our own office with a door!!! Not only is this exciting from a perspective of personal space, but we also have been hauling all this equipment (see pic) all around the hospital twice a week to wherever we could borrow space.
Now it has a home and our patients can come to us! It also will save me so much time when I come back from maternity leave because previously I had to walk a really long way to use the lactation area in the NICU which ate up tons of time. Now I will be able to just close my door, pump, and be done with it. This will save me at least an hour a day in the beginning when I am pumping frequently. I often needed to pump right around time to go home and I would skip it and get home uncomfortable just because I didn’t want to kill another 40 minutes dealing with it.
I think I have hit the third trimester wall. I am exhausted, even after a decent amount of sleep. All I want to do is sit on the couch and eat ice cream. I try very hard to eat real food, especially protein and vegetables but I mostly feel like I am forcing them down. I love my kid(s)—I do not love being pregnant.
The irony of #6 is I think I would have more energy if I really focused on eating very well and cutting out sugar. It’s so hard to find the energy and motivation to cook ahead and plan and do all the things I normally am pretty on top of. So instead I am blogging and sitting during nap time instead of doing dishes and laundry and figuring out what the heck Max and I are going to eat for lunch.