Kidney Stones
I had a single kidney stone that was around 5-6mm when I was pg with the triplets that I managed to pass. The nurse (my favorite!) said it looked like a piece of glass, and was the biggest stone she's ever seen. She and my midwife BOTH remember it to this day. :-O
Lo and behold, 2 years later I start feeling the same pain again. It was mild enough that I was able to just live with it for a few weeks. Then about two or three weeks ago I woke up at midnight on a Thursday feeling very uncomfortable. The pain quickly increased until I was only able to find any kind of comfort sitting on the toilet, rocking front to back. The pain was so intense that I took a Vicodin we had in the medicine cabinet, and I puked it up 20 minutes later, right into the potty. Thank GAWD the potty was right there in front of me, otherwise things would have gotten real shitty real fast. I called my mom to come take me to the ER, and I finally got medicated, felt better, and sent home. But home wasn't great. I was still having pain, and had puked so much that I was dehydrated. I had a massive headache, couldn't keep ANYTHING down, not pain pills, not anti-nausea meds, not even water, and could barely move. It was AWFUL. I almost ended up in the ER again but was able to start drinking with the help of anti-nausea suppositories (good times), and after FOUR DAYS I was finally feeling better. It took me a week to feel back to normal, and then guess what happened? Another kidney stone. Mother fucker. I ran right to the urologist this time, and begged them to get me in before the weekend. They gave me better guidelines to stay hydrated, and more pain pills in case I needed them, and set me up with a test called an IVP and an ultrasound. In preparation for this test I had to get "cleaned out" aka take more laxatives than is healthy and shit my brains out for 24 hours while only being allowed water, Jell-O and broth. UGH! The test was yesterday and it went well. I haven't gotten the results back yet but am glad it's over with and I'm eating solid food again. The upside is that I've lost 12 pounds since getting sick the first time, and have kinda quit smoking (again). I'm trying to be smart and eat much smaller meals where my stomach shrank so much, and take advantage of that as a jumping off point for losing some of my fat ass so I can exercise more and be healthier. And drinking a gallon of water a day is really keeping me pretty full most of the time. So we'll see...
We're Moving?
Our house has been on the market since February. We haven't had more than 2 or 3 nibbles since the stimulus expired in April, but I'm holding out hope that it will happen. Tony is FREAKING OUT, and I think ultimately he wants to stay here; he's convinced he's going to get laid off and then we'd have a huge mortgage payment and no money. Not to mention our savings account is empty. We've both gone to great lengths to cut back on our useless/wasteful/pork barrel spending and getting take-out. His stock also tanked, which is the absolute shittiest part of the whole shit and shebang because we're really dependant on the money we'd get from selling the stocks so we can put 30% down and keep our payments the same as they are now, so we're not struggling month-to-month. And all this money stress has made him a regular asshole lately, and I can barely stand him at this point. He's obnoxious more than he's fun to be around, which sucks for everyone in the house and we all suffer.
Here's the kicker... we HAD a buyer way back in April. We should have been in our new house by now. The wife and husband LOVED our house and put an offer in the next day. A generous offer. We were so stoked that it was going to happen so fast and easy!!! Then the wife had surgery and instead of sending her husband for the inspection, she sent her son. Her 23 year old shithead son. Who didn't like the house, the parking arrangements, and wanted the house three towns over a lot more, even though he's not buying it and is a parental leach. When the inspector (who clearly wasn't properly trained) wrote on the report that our BRAND NEW ROOF (warrantied for 30 years) would only last 5 because it was improperly vented (we have gable vents; ridge vents are the new thing, but since we have huge gable vents that WORK - the wood underneath the original roof was in pristine condition - no mold, no rot, no anything, one would think they're enough to do the venting job properly, but the retarded inspector either didn't agree, or know anything about roof vents); he also stated that the electrical system was a major hazard (um, the house is 60 years old; so is the electrical system. So some of the outlets aren't grounded. Older houses have home owners that DEAL WITH THAT SHIT), which no one but buyers, their inspector, and their agent agreed with. So that gave them an out of the contract, which I think the son pushed for because he didn't like the house. We offered to address their issues and they declined. We pushed to see a copy of the report and they declined. It was all seriously shady shit and to this day I better never see them in a dark alley. :-P So we lost our buyer, and we still have a contract on our new dream house. Still. Thank GOD the sellers are SAINTS and have been so accommodating and nice to us. Our realtor told us that they have said they're committed to us, and they know we're committed to them, I just wish it would all happen already. UGH! Not to mention the pain of selling your home for the price you bought it for, after having put tens of thousands of dollars worth of work into it. I hate real estate.
In preparation for our move though, we've managed to half the amount of useless shit we have to move by cleaning out our attic, closets, etc. and have had two unsuccessful yard sales thus far. We figure we'll save everything in the garage and really have a blow out sale when we're ready to move. "ALL ITEMS 50% OFF! EVERYTHING MUST GO!!" type of deal. Hopefully it won't be in December, because the New England weather isn't exactly conducive to yard sales 'round that time of year, and we'd be fucked. LOL But it does feel AWESOME to have something that huge accomplished and done, as we've been talking about organizing and cleaning out the attic for years now. Plus, when people DO see the house, instead of a packed storage unit upstairs, they can actually walk into the attic and see the possibilities of storage for themselves. It's a win-win.
The Spawn
The kids are doing well. They are getting older, and, dare I say it, easier? ::knocks wood:: Earlier this week I actually took all 4 kids to Target ALL BY MYSELF!!! That's only the second time I've ever taken them anywhere besides the pediatrician's office by myself. And it wasn't so bad!!! They know and follow directions when I say, "Go to mom's car and get in your seats." So all I have to do is buckle 'em up and keep 'em happy. They still drive me insane and I still leave the TV on all day (On Demand and DVR are my two best friends; it's almost like having a nanny), but they make me laugh every day, and they are so smart and funny and awesome too.
Gwen is POTTY TRAINED!!!!!!! It's a miracle!!! About 2 months ago she decided that she wanted to start using the potty and wearing underwear because we told her she couldn't go to school if she wasn't potty trained. It was enough to motivate her, and after only a handful of accidents, she's in panties daily and doing great! She knows to ask when to go, and we remember to remind her if it's been a while. And she doesn't fight us anymore (usually) so it's working out GREAT! I LOVE, LOVE, LOOOOVVVE having to only change 3 diapers, and letting Gwen go to the bathroom by herself. Now we have to get over the wiping yourself hurdle. I hope that comes soon because leaning over her potty full of piss and shit to wiper her ass is disgusting and it smells wretched.
I've been better about taking everyone outside to play, which is nice because I'm reading books again now that I have the time to let them run and play while I relax and keep an eye on them. I've read 3 books cover-to-cover already this spring/summer and am on #4, Chelsea Handler's Are You There Vodka? It's Me Chelsea. I've always been an avid reader and I always felt bad that I was letting my brain get mushy not reading anymore. Plus, it's super relaxing. And the other upside is that the kids are being stimulated in a way that they can't be with just indoor toys and TV. And they're getting exercise. It's a win-win.
Hmmm... I think that's it for now. I have a great story from yesterday that I just HAVE to share but I'll do it in a little while. Right now I'm going to go watch The Backyardigans with the kids, and see if they want to snuggle before lunch and naps. (WHO AM I???) I have a lot to do at naptime today and I'm meeting my besties for dinner and drinks tonight (well, two of us can drink, preggers can't) so it might not be until tomorrow. Or later. LOL I have a dear old friend with twins and a new baby coming to visit next week while she's in the area, and Tony is on vacation next week so we have oodles of fun things planned with the kids: beach, splash park, aquarium, hiking, etc., plus Gwen's birthday (OMG, she'll be FOUR!!! ALREADY!!!) is Thursday so we are planning on taking her out with just mom and dad, taking her to breakfast, taking her to Toys R Us for her potty trained present, and then taking her to Build-A-Bear for her birthday present from us. I am so psyched for a special day just the 3 of us, and I know she's going to love it and feel so special and be a total brat until I can undo all the damage one day of princess treatment can cause. LOL! But who's going to watch the triplets??? :-O
See? I told ya we were busy!!! :-D
Much Love,
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