Thursday, May 17, 2007

Magnolias revisted

By the way, i figured out the difference between Magnolias and Dogwoods. Duh, Rachel!

Oh, and it continues to rain petals and every day I am grateful to be outside with my baby.

My grandmother sent me a mother's day card with only one line: Enjoy Dylan every day. I'm trying, Grandma.

Bedbugs

It's true. I was changing my sheets yesterday (for the first time in a MONTH!!!) and I saw this little doodley bug doodling its way across my pilllow. Then another one on my mattress cover. Finally a dead shell of one, which I carried into the office and looked him up online and there he was: teeny, round, stripey - a bedbug. The disgusting thing (if it can get more disgusting) is that the exterminator can't come until tomorrow, so I had to sleep in that bed last night and will again tonight. Eeek, heebie jeebies!

Of course, the more upsetting part of this story is that my little bedbug has to sleep there, too. I mean, it's one thing for met to get some little itchy spots, but I keep checking Dylan to make sure he's ok and thankfully, so far he is. Unfortunately, he is also far more annoying a bedmate than the bugs. He is kicky, scratchy, restless, and regurgitative (if that's a word). I know I should be keeping him in his co-sleeper, but lately he's had some real trouble going back to sleep after waking up to nurse. This keeps me awake. I do not like that. Therefore, at the risk of being yelled at by my pediatrician, I sometimes let him sleep on my chest. Then, sometimes, I feed him lying on my side and then we both fall asleep that way. I am not a big fan of this, both because of the aforementioned kicking and also because I often wake up with my fingers tingling because I have to keep my arm above my head. And, of course, I worry about the baby suffocating or some other horrible thing involving my pollow top mattress and my feather douvet. Now, I get to add being bitten by icky vermin to the list.

Ah, god it feels great to write. I just paid all my bills, cleaned my floors, did my dishes and laundry, made the beds and organized. I am almost a real human being here. I feel like I can start taking on freelance work again. Maybe I should say yes to some of the projects I've been hemming and hawing on. I'm definitely going to go to that interview with the Tribune. Some days I have no idea how I will be able to go to school in 3 months, and other days (usually the days my mom comes to help me and the days the baby crashes out early/easily) I can't imagine why not. Next task - find childcare/write novel. That's all I got in me tonight ...