What’s Up

I ordered some spring clothes today for Luke. I’m desperate, people. Actually, there was a decent sale, and I had some cash rewards and so I went for it. This ordering of clothes for Luke reminded me how I need to sort through all the spring/summer clothes for Gavin (from Luke) and figure out what’s going to fit him and what’s not which then makes me feel like I need to be doing something. Blah.

School is going well, both classes are not easy as I suspected (it doesn’t take a genius to figure that out!) but I’m doing okay. I have my first two tests this week. Why do profs do that? So I guess I’ll see how I’m really doing after these tests.

I’m on the hunt for an internship. Remember this post where I was annoying myself? Well, it turns out I did decide to use that prof as a resource and I’m really glad I did because it might going somewhere really awesome. Awesomeville might be gaining a new resident! And I couldn’t be more excited or scared shitless. I don’t want to talk about it for fear of jinxing it but I’m not an idiot and I realize this IS talking about it and so I probably just jinxed it.

Gavin is in teething hell STILL. And my little heart breaks for his ABS (angry baby syndrome) because his gums just LOOK painful and while I was actually keeping an eye on his left front tooth and eye tooth because they are RIGHT THERE, it turns out he had another bottom tooth grow right in and I didn’t even notice. That brings his teeth total to 4 with 2 stubborn one’s right there under his gums just torturing me him.

I need a date night with my man, but I’m not so sure when that can happen.

I’ve had a lot of tedious stuff taking up my days. Like that kind of stuff that requires making phone calls, being on hold, filling out paperwork, printing stuff out, making copies, and mailing it in (I’m shocked at how so many business people think regular family people have fax machines! When I worked I just faxed from work but these people are actually SHOCKED I don’t have one in my home. Weird). I’m still in the process of selling my old house (SO ANNOYING) while we are in the process of refinancing this one (super exciting, hello seriously reduced interest rate!!). Rob’s car was hit when it was parked so we are trying to get that fixed through insurance and estimates and blah blah blah.

Rob is taking Luke to Learn to Skate on Saturday mornings. It’s pretty exciting. I haven’t been because I have school but he LOVES it. Well, the first week he did not love it. Parent’s are not allowed on the ice for the first 25 minutes and Luke spent that entire time clutching the coaches leg. Since then he’s come a long way. He can stand up on his own after he falls and he’s walking/skating on the ice all by himself!

I have 4 baskets of laundry to put away today.

That pretty much sums it up.

Come on, February!

Unhairy

By far the most significant pregnancy side effect for me is hair loss. Postpartum hair loss is normal for a lot of woman but for me it happens times a million.

Here’s what Baby Centers says is happening:

After you give birth, your estrogen levels take a tumble and a lot more hair follicles enter the resting stage. Soon you’ll have more hair coming out in the shower or on the brush. This unusual shedding will taper off and your hair will be back to its pre-pregnancy thickness about six to 12 months after you give birth.

That pre-pregnancy thickness in 6-12 months is a lie because here’s where I’m at:

(These are from the goof booth pics on my birthday where I noticed how my hair looks and it makes me want to cry, I mean it made me want to cry before these pictures but this shows why)

This is also a taste of how I might look if I was pointing out how there is mud on the floor and I don’t like it. But I’m not doing that here. I don’t think.

And my favorite is underneath where there is clearly a WHOLE LAYER OF HAIR growing in.

(That’s Rob mid-cough, he’ll be happy I posted this)

I’m happy it’s growing back in so I’m trying not to be too shallow because some people have real hair loss for real reasons but I hate my head right now. I hate doing my hair, I hate it up, I hate it down, ugh. I’ve thought about cutting it into more of a shorter style and then let it grow out again but eh, that might make me cry more.

Gavin is 9 months old so I’m looking at summer before it’s even close. The upside is Econ 2 and Statistics will be over so there’s a lot to look forward to for summer.

(The other side effect for me was constipation.  I bet you’re glad I wrote about this and not THAT! You’re welcome.)

 

 

Thirty Five

I’m not too excited to have turned 35 this past Saturday. My Jennifer (yes, I said my) promises it’s so much better than 34 so I said, “Okay, I’ll do it then.” Like I had a choice.

I decided to celebrate with a dinner party with my Michelle & my Jennifer with their husbands. I even made seating tags.

We had several bottles of wine!

We started with this for an appetizer.

They were delish! I also served some fresh French bread straight from Costco. And a salad.

The main course was this chicken.

I didn’t make it with the pasta though, I made it with rice instead. It wasn’t bad at all.

In the end, it was the most perfect night. It felt just right.

One of the best parts was the surprise dessert.

It was something I had pinned recently. Cookie dough, a layer of oreos, and finally a layer of brownie batter. Oy. And ice cream on top with chocolate sauce. Double oy!

The night didn’t end there. We all resided to the Bistro to take some funny pictures in front of my new backdrop which we’ve renamed the Goof Booth. Hilarious times.

As you can tell, we had more goof than booth but that didn’t stop us.

Or me.

You know how it is. Thirty five and all.

I don’t need a formula to figure this one out

My new answer is going to be, “Yes, I do mind.”

So today I was running around to get to class and finally plopped down in my seat at 8:45 when class starts at 9:00. I like to have a few minutes to myself because you know….IT’S RARE. I’m pretty sure in the 13 minute car ride from our house to grandma’s, Luke asked me 743 questions.

I sit down and just as I pick up my phone to read tweets (read: this is relaxing for me) I hear a girl ask me if she can sit by me.  I say yes because I don’t care. She talks to me a little and I answer her, I am nice…

But then she won’t stop talking. And then Miss Talkathon called me old.

She said, “I am really great a math. I love it. I didn’t even need to show up for the last test when I took algebra because it was all review for me and I am so good at math. A lot of the people in there were failing and did not understand because you know? They were OLD and it had been YEARS since they took it.”

Did she call me stupid too?

So okay, I’m not like 68 and taking classes but I was just surprised she said that to me(but maybe not since obvs I look 21).

You can probably guess I didn’t get to ready any tweets.

So the prof starts teaching. I’m actually clearly understanding statistics. I’m not hating it yet. I get the formulas and if I just follow what he does, I’m getting the examples just fine and getting them right!

So then Miss Talkathon asks me if we can share my book because she’s going to give her book to the boy behind us because he’s embarrassed to share since he doesn’t have his book yet.

Ah, I guess so. Until I realize it means she’s in CHARGE of the book that I PAID $250.00 for. I’m sorry Mr. Embarrassed behind us is too shy to share but now I have to lean WAY over since the problem I’m trying to do is on your side of the desk.

I finish one of the examples we are working on and she reads my solution and is all, “Crap, I did that one wrong.”

Did I go on and on about how SMART I AM? No, I did not. The word jinx doesn’t just exist for high score on Words With Friends, people.

Anyway. We move on to a more in-depth problem. I didn’t read the question right and I jumped the gun and was doing more than I should be doing…just as I realize this and start to erase Miss Talkathon who is HOVERING OVER MY WORK is all, “You don’t need to do ALL THAT.”

“I know I jumped the gun a bit, I got it now, thank you.” And I let that slide. I got that problem done and moved on to the REAL more in-depth problem. I was doing the correct process, I was doing the correct formula but my answer wasn’t coming out right so I was just reviewing my numbers to make sure I had written them all down correctly, and what do you know? I didn’t.

As I’m erasing a little to make room for my mistake and so I can read it later when I review it at home….guess who is hovering and starts talking again? I BET YOU GUESSED RIGHT.

Miss Talkathon leans over and points to my formula sheet and says, “It’s THAT formula, THAT ONE RIGHT HERE.”

I breath deeply before I bitch slap her and I say, “I got it, I was missing a number, I got it now.”

We were kinda free at this point to finish these problems or leave and I didn’t want to leave without finishing this problem (read: OCD, not really but I at least wanted to finish it and it wasn’t even time for class to be done yet.) And she had finished it because she is SO SMART but clearly she was worried about me so as I’m rewriting it with the number I had excluded earlier she is HOVERING over me while I’m trying to calculate it on the calculator and I got the wrong answer AGAIN and I know it’s because she’s all up in my business, I did have everything right this time (and I clarified that when I got home) but she’s all, “Did you get it now?”

OMFG.

I finally said, “I GOT IT.” So she leaves and I’m pissed. I’m pissed because the other class is starting to come in and if she would’ve just LEFT ME ALONE I would’ve completed it before leaving but NOOOOO.

The professor is erasing the board as I stand up to leave and he says, “You got it Stace?” And I said, “Mmmhmmm.” Really. I do get it. I did the problems again when I got home and I got it! There’s nothing wrong with his teaching, he’s great!

What I’m wondering is…statistically, what is the probability of me pushing Miss Talkathon down a flight of stairs in the off-chance that she’s walking in front of me down a flight of stairs?

My Birthday Present

I got my backdrop paper and stand this week (for my bday gift), so today I tried it out. I want to do his official 9 month pictures next week. My first lesson learned was not rolling out the paper far enough to keep him on it, he was very interested in the crumbled up leaves on the floor of the Bistro. My second lesson learned is to vacuum the Bistro.

He had his nine month wellness check today. He’s 30 inches and 21 elbees.