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Sky and Casey Video
Dec 15th
I finally got that video finished and burned to DVD for Sky, and now I’ve loaded up on MySpace. So if you have an extra 14 minutes there’s tons of pictures of the baby, right up to our trip back from the Grand Canyon.
Sky and Casey so far
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(I can’t understand why the video shows up when I preview, but once I post I get a bad URL)
DIL update
Nov 13th
Well, I suppose them keeping her overnight again means she ain’t just being whiny. ‘Cept she’s a ditz and was alone when the doctor finally showed up and has no idea what the situation is. Something about a stone and infections and running tests in the morning and probably doing a “laperscotomy” in the afternoon.
Laparoscopic cholecystectomy is what I think she means. But what do I know. I do know that Casey and the baby are staying here tonight as this is all happening at the hospital down the street from me instead of over by their house, and that Casey has to go to work tomorrow and I’m babysitting.
And I’ll just betcha I’m expected to hang out at the frakkin hospital with her AND the baby. Fat chance.
I can hardly move
Oct 1st
I’ve always believed Chiropractors were quack medicine, but I’m seriously thinking about one this morning. I got up fine yesterday, threw some laundry in, got online for a few minutes, and decided to stretch out on the couch and catch up on some TV stuff I had recorded. Halfway through CSI Buck came in and I got up so he could sit next to me and I could barely move my head. I felt a pop and instant burn at the bottom of my neck. Sharp pains every time I tried to put my head up straight or turn it too far. Damn.
I took an Ibuprofen and over time the pain went from sharp stabbing to feeling like a muscle pull on the left. Which was absolutely wonderful considering I was trapped all fucking day at the Hospital with Venus and the baby. Oh, she doesn’t whine at me anymore, but every time she’d get Casey on the phone she’d go at him. Or the nurses. And by afternoon Kira – who up to that point had been a quiet sleepy perfect baby – decided to get fussy. After feeding and changing, she was still um, perturbed so I figured she was bored. I explained to V that the baby had been in motion and all this lying around was driving her nuts so I made her get her ass out of the bed to walk around a bit.
I’m not allowed (hospital rules) to walk around with the baby, and with my stiff/sore neck I don’t think I could have anyway. I was stuck up there til after 6, because coincidentally, they had to be out of their apartment by today so Casey and Ginnie and Talia and everyone else were busy yesterday MOVING. So every time she gets Casey on the phone she whines and he’s busy so he yells at her and she gets bitchy. And I make a comment similar to but not as nasty as: Shut the fuck up beyotch and let the boy make a home for you. To which she replies: He should be up here with his wife and baby. Well, yeah, if she wouldn’t have scheduled her VOLUNTARY C-SECTION the day before they were supposed to move, he would be.
I’m so fucking polite to her it hurts. In my neck apparently. This must be tension pain because this morning I can barely move again. If I didn’t have to function – and I’m NOT letting myself get talked into spending the entire day up there again – I’d take a percocet. Aren’t percocets muscle relaxants? Or do they just make you not give a shit?
SHE wants to go home today, though Casey and Ginnie and Talia all tried to explain to her that the new place is in no way ready yet, for her or the baby. She’ll whine and pout. I told him to stick to his guns with her.
I’m expecting the phone to ring any minute. He’s gonna want me to go up there and sit with her again today.
I don’t think my neck can stand another whole day with her.
If all else fails, Friday morning.
Sep 26th
Took Venus to her doctor’s appointment and she announced she wanted a C-section. She’s tired of being pregnant, and of being uncomfortable, and of going to the hospital so often on false alarms.
Tough shit, said I. Tough shit, said the doctor. Tough shit, says everyone. But because its her body, she won and has a C-section scheduled for Friday morning.
Her actual due date is Saturday.
I have my fingers crossed that she goes into labor before Friday. Seriously.
Get your ass in gear
Sep 13th
(Talking to myself)
Venus went to her appointment yesterday and stuff is “thinning” and other parts are dilating and she’s “dropped” and stuff. Which means the birthing shall be commencing . . . soon.
Which also means I’d better get off my ass and finish the cradle padding. I got the blanket done that I was working on, and the cradle pad is done, but I’ve been waffling over the stupid side padding. I couldn’t find bedding patterns for our antique cradle so I’m doing all this creativity in my head.
And it is half done, so as long as the kid doesn’t lean to the left she should be alright.
Oh fine, I’ll get on it.
Nag.
Yesterday was . . . eventful
Aug 11th
My entire post on religion was to point out that it’s all such bull that even the people who do believe can’t fully commit or even agree on the basics. Like, dude, what’s canon?
My living room furniture has been returned to the lease/rent/but it place. The last time I went in (May?) I told them I wanted out of the contract and that what I’d paid up til then should apply to the tables. They could come and get the recliner and love seat. This is how its supposed to be done according to the contract. Since then there’s been phone tagging and they’ve been harassing me for the balance of the lease to own. The dude showed up yesterday to physically harass me for a check so I just told him to load the shit up. He was freaked. More phone crap, and he tried to tell me I’d wanted the recliner(?) and the whole tables deal was shot and he took it all. Fine. Dumb asses. So the guy on the phone yells at me that I haven’t returned his calls and messages. Dude, you don’t listen to what I say when I’m standing in front of you, why should I play the phone game?
For the record, I seldom answer the phone. I refuse to be a slave to it. I love caller-ID and I take full advantage of it.
Sonic for dinner, wow I had a corn dog. I can’t eat much anymore. I get nauseous.
About 10 last night that girl called, from the hospital AGAIN. Poor Casey. So I went up there, of course. He needs to bite the bullet and shut up and accept that she likes the attention she gets at the hospital. Baby’s fine, she’s fine too, but let’s run a CT scan and echo-cardiogram to be sure that little pain in the chest isn’t something serious. They admitted her. She was practically crying when they put in the IV.
And I know I need to bite the bullet and realize my son married a sissy. I (sarcasm alert) can’t wait til she goes into labor. That’s gonna be a picnic. I (nicely) told her that labor, no matter how bad it gets, is WAY easier than the weeks of pain after a C-section. So she’s changed her mind about that.
Ginnie has orientation this morning and then we’ll be back up at the hospital. Yee hah.
Casey and Venus' First Anniversary will be
Jul 28th
July 28, 2007.
Yup. Casey called me this morning and told me they were going before the Justice of the Peace at 5:00 this evening and I’d better be there. And I was, and Buck met us there, and Ginnie was already over there for the weekend, and their roommate and his bratty daughter and her two nicely behaved siblings, and Casey’s best man Derek and his horrible wife and their two daughters. Small bunch. Venus wanted me to stand up with her, and Derek for Casey. Which I did. It was nice, though the Justice was a tad “off.” Didja know the most important thing in any relationship is communication? Over love, even. Right. Okay. And it was hot and muggy in that building. I’m hoping the pictures Ginnie took don’t show the sweat marks ruining the shots. AND I announced nobody was allowed to call her Sky anymore now that they were officially married.
Our last name is Walker. See if you can figure that out.
I took the kids to Olive Garden after, and halfway through dinner I’d had enough. I pushed myself too hard today and now I’m exhausted. I just wanted to post this.
That girl again
Jul 12th
Geeze-o-pizza. Casey called yesterday evening. He’d taken Venus to the emergency room again. Abdominal pain, again. She wanted me to come up to the hospital to sit with her, because he just left her there. I elected to wait until after dinner instead. That’s not as cold-hearted as it sounds. She’d been with me earlier this afternoon for my appointment, and was fine when I dropped her off at home. And Ginnie was waiting to find out if Leticia was on her way over or not.
By the time we had dinner over, the Leticia thing answered (no) and drove back across town, they were back home. Apparently the baby (only 2 lbs so far) was in breech position and pressing on Whiny’s Venus’ pelvis.
What is she going to do as the baby grows heavier? I can’t wait. Seriously. The girl who cried wolf. The next 11 weeks are going to be HELL.
My eyes have rolled so much they may stick that way.
It's a girl – when it comes, that is
May 1st
Venus’s (is that right, Cat?) first ultrasound was today.
Of the entire disc full of ultrasound pictures, that’s the only one worth putting up here. Mostly its just smears and blubs. She’s only like 18 week along, so maybe next time there will be better pics.
