Just one more June 30, 2008

I love chocolate.  In fact I love it so much that if its in the house then I would eat it for breakfast.  Actually that is exactly what I did on Saturday morning.    The night before Adman and I had shared half a bar of cadbury’s fruit and nut while we watched a DVD.   The left over choc went in the fridge.  When  I got up the  6 am in the morning with the young Man  I nibbled a couple of squares,  at about 7am I thought I deserved a couple more squares  (well actually maybe it was about  eight!!).  After breakfast while doing the housework I snuck a few more pieces while Adman wasn’t looking. 

Later in the day Adman went to the fridge to get some of the chocolate…. surprisingly there was only a corner left – I feigned ignorance  and then put the blame squarely on my Mothers shoulders.   Now my lovely husband  loves me so much that hebroke the left over chocolate in half and shared it with me.

did I feel guilty?  No way – when it comes to chocolate guilt goes out the window!

 

the common cold June 12, 2008

My nose it runs and runs

My eyes weep and weep

My ears ache and ache

My throat screams raw

That’s right the illness that the rest of the household has succumbed to over the last few weeks has finally reached me. 

I had been successfully Avoiding it by early nights and  lots of vitamin C.  However over the weekend I was offered a massage.  I desperately needed it  as my back, neck and shoulders were hard as rocks.  The massage made that all feel better but  I knew that all those toxins  got shaken up and it was all over red rover.    By Monday morning I had a tickling nose and a scratchy throat.  Monday night saw me lying on the couch unable to move.   

 

Of course this week has been a week where I haven’t been able to take time off work – meetings that I have had to attend – so there has been no time for me to even think about recovery.  Now its Thursday and I am still sick  and feeling like crap.

Hopefully the weekend will bring me respite or at least a chance to laze miserably  on the couch. 

TGIF April 11, 2008

Life seems to have been getting on top of me lately.   The last two weeks have sped by in the blink of an eye.   Although the purchase of our land is going through several problems have arisen around it.  Basically due to the unstable nature of the land ( which we were assured wasn’t the case) and the size of the power cables needed to be upgraded (despite what we were told – see the theme here?) we are looking at having to spend about another 30 grand than we expected  before we can even start building.    So basically now we are going back to the vendors and saying that they have misrepresented what they sold us and they need to drop the price significantly.  Its a rough time  as there may come a point where we will have to walk away from it…. Now that will be a hard thing to do as it basically meets all our criteria for what we wanted… close to town, close to the beach, no neighbours, water that attracts ducks… pretty much everything we want.  Adman and I try and live my the adage that what will be will be and we just have to let it  happen and the right  thing will happen.

On top of all the land issues I have also had a huge week at work – luckily Adman has been working from home as I have only been able to pick up the Young man  once this week.  I hate having to work late  and I hate not being able to pick the boy up and seeing his happy face.   It won’t be forever  but in the meantime its pretty crappy.  

Bring on the weekend I say

sucky day March 10, 2008

All I can say is that I have had better days…. five hour meetings, getting my period and have a splitting headache do not make a happy me.

 Roll on tomorrow.

Six things I have forgotten to talk about… March 1, 2008

1. We have sold our house – we ended up selling it for a lot less than we wanted but its sold and now it means  we can move to the next stage – buying  a section and building  a house.  In two weeks time we will be debt free for the first time in our relationship.   Although we didn’t get as much as we wanted we  have ended up with enough to pay off our car loans and also pay back my Mum the money she lent up for our deposit when we brought our house.  Although it means  our deposit won’t be as big as we hoped it does mean that  our next mortgage will be our only debt.
2.  Although I haven’t officially made the decision to flag the charity bike ride I haven’t been able to train for the last two weeks so it kind of means that I am running out of time.  First of all my bikes gears gave up the ghost.  Of course it took over a week to get fixed and in the meantime I have done something to my hip which means if I try to rotate it I am in extreme pain.  My chiro is slowly making it better but biking is just out of the question.
3. Up until Tuesday of this week we hadn’t had any decent rain since late December.  Since Tuesday we have had constant rain.  Its been a g*d send as it means relief for  the garden as we were having water restrictions which meant I wasn’t able to water it so my lettuces, capsicums and  beetroot were beginning to gasp.
4. The Young Man has really taken a step up with his eating lately.  Now he wants to try and use a fork or spoon and his taste buds seem to be ever expanding.   The other night a gave him an olive  to see what he would do – well he scoffed it down and put out his hand for more.  Tonight he had homemade chicken fried rice and he ate probably about a cup of it – followed up with jelly and icecream for a special Saturday night treat.
5. The Adman is away this weekend  working.  I used to dread weekends when he would have to work out of the area but now that we are back home its  not a problem.    My Mum is here and she helps out so much and makes  all of our lives so much easier.  This morning  she even got up to the Young Man  and let me have a sleep in to 8am – bliss!
6. As a way to celebrate  selling our house  I am planning a night away for the Adman and my self.   We have never had a night of luxury before so I am planning a flash hotel and  some spa treatments for us as well as dinner at a very acclaimed restaurant.  Of course the Adman is working for the next 3 weekends so it won’t be happening for a while but it will happen.

Do you know the answer to…. January 29, 2008

My reliance on google has reached massive proportions.  In fact on Saturday night when Adman and I couldn’t remember the name of a friends sister we actually googled her last name and  the word lawyer (since we knew she had just graduated as lawyer) and guess what we found out her name and that annoying  feeling – of a name being on the tip of your tongue but not being able to remember it- was gone.  

During the last week I have also been tempted  to google the following….

‘how do I get my 11 month old to stop pooing every time he goes to sleep?’

‘what gastronomic delight can I make with 1/2 kilo of mince and 2 carrots in 15 minutes?’

‘how do you stop a dog from snoring?’

‘full words to ice ice baby -Vanilla Ice’

My life is full of unanswered questions.  

Yesterday was the Adman’s 30th birthday – all day we were teasing him about getting old and beginning to fall apart from old age.  This morning he woke a ‘pain in his neck’  which has meant he has become one in mine.  He can hardly move and of course he thinks that taking pain relief is for wimps and he will just grin and bear it.  Its the little cries of pain every time he moves that get me. So after a full 8 hours at work I have come home to a grumpy  tired baby and a husband who needs constant  back and neck rubs and his wheat bag heated up every 20 minutes or so.   I guess this is my come-uppance for teasing him about getting old.  One day he is a healthy 29 year old and now  two days later he’s a thirty year old acting like a 80 year old  who needs full time care.

Saturday December 15, 2007

Today is the last saturday we will officially spend in our home….  We have finally got our A’s into Gear and started packing.  I had been absolutely fine until the Adman started talking about all the great things  that had happened in our first home.  I was happily reminiscing until he said…” and we made the Young Man here”.  And that’s all I needed  – I was suddenly in tears  and realising that our lives are about to change big time – and in fact for the next few months or so we won’t even have a home as we will be living  at my Mums. 

 In much more exciting news the Young Man’s vocab  is slowing expanding  -still no mama though – although he can happily name the cat and dog, and say ta and Hiiiiiiii. He has also  started a very strange habit and it wasn’t until I read Holly’s  last post that I suddenly realised why it seemed so familiar.  The Young Man constantly repeats a sound just like Anne screeching  in Little Britain - Its awfully funny  but does get on your nerves when you are stuck in the car and for the whole trip all he is doing is  eh eh eh eh…

Something I can’t live without December 13, 2007

When I was fifteen I ‘borrowed’ my Mum’s car to go and visit a friend.  To cut a long story short I basically crashed the car and stuffed my back up pretty badly.  That’s when my love affair with chiropractors began.

To begin with I used to dread going as I knew he would crunch and manipulate my back and I couldn’t stand hearing the noise coming from within me of my bones cracking.  But soon I began to look forward to going as I knew that  having a treatment would mean a few  pain free days.  After about a year of regular treatment I was able to lie on my back for more than ten minutes – something that had been impossible after the accident.  For about three years I went regularly to the chiropractor and enjoyed being back pain free.  But then I went to University and became a poor student and there was no way I was able to afford to keep it up.

 Skip forward to last year when I was about  five months pregnant. I began to suffer pretty severe back pain, somedays I couldn’t  bend because of the pain.  And so I went back to see a chiropractor and he made things all better.  Throughout my pregnancy I saw my chiropractor usually 3 times a week and I credit him solely with getting me to the end of my pregnancy in one piece.  I also believe that seeing him helped immensely in regards to me managing to have a  normal delivery even though the Young Man was posterior and he got stuck.  One of Adman’s great ‘birthing’ stories is when I was in full labour and the epidural was beginning to wear off.  Apparently  I grabbed Admans hand and looked straight at him and said….”Get me my chiropractor” !! 

I know lots of people think chiropractors are charlatan’s and don’t actually make a difference.  But I literally can’t survive without seeing my chiro every couple of weeks.  If I don’t I can’t sleep, can’t lift the Young Man and I become a bee-arch to be around.  Luckily I have a regular appointment so that doesn’t happen….. although occasionally I still become a bee-arch – I just can’t blame it on back pain.

Six things that have made me a grumpy cow December 2, 2007

1.  The Young Man has been sick – so sick that he has lost his voice.  It is so sad to hear a baby trying to cry and all that comes out is a croak
2. I have had no more than 3 hours sleep each night for most of the week due to the above reason
3. We move in 3 weeks and we still haven’t sold our house and we are both so stressed that when we try to discuss other options it usually ends in an argument
4. I seem to have permanent PMS – so bad that the other day I told Adman to not even think about touching me.
5. I have three weeks of work left and probably about 8 weeks of work to complete before I finish
6. I hate my hair and desperately need a haircut but I have far better things that I have (i.e. bills)  to spend my money on so I just have to live with the inch and half of regrowth.

Endo November 27, 2007

I was twelve when I got my period.  By the time I was fourteen I was suffering severe cramps, vomiting and heavy bleeding every month.  It wasn’t until I was 19 that I was diagnosed as having endomentriosis.    After my laprospic (sp?) surgery which diagnosed me I was given three options by the specialist 1.  Just put up with the pain, 2.   Take a higher dosed contraception  injection and 3.  Get pregnant.  Of course option 3 was out due to the fact that I was in my first year of university and I didn’t really see getting pregnant as an appropriate solution – silly specialist.  As for going on stronger hormone controlled drugs as I was really against that as I had a bad experience of changing from a 3rd generation contraceptive pill  a year earlier and I didn’t want to risk another emotional  break down.  So I just grinned and beared it for eight years.

Being on the pill helped heaps as it eliminated the vomiting and the inability to walk but each month I still had chronic cramps, heavy bleeding and an aching  and painful bowel.   It meant that for 8 years I basically I lived on pain relief. 

When we decided to get pregnant my biggest worry was what my periods would be like off the pill.  They SUCKED – but luckily I got pregnant after five months of trying, so I didn’t have to deal with them for too long.  For 15 joyous months I didn’t have a period.  In fact I managed to forget about the pain and the horribleness I had to face each month.    It of course all came flooding back (in more ways than one!).  After two months of ‘natural’ periods I decided to go back on the pill and it was a good decision.  I was lucky that it didn’t affect my milk supply – the Young Man was six months old by then and I was only breastfeeding him morning and night anyways.  Being on the pill means I can cope with my period and carry on living while I have it.  It means I only need to take  pain relief for the first two days rather than for about eight.

Last week when I had my period Adman asked me if being pregnant  had made a difference to my edomentriosis.  I had to think for a while but I was able to say yes it has.  Sure I still have pain and cramping but what I don’t have is the excruciating pain in my bowel that would cause me not to want to go to the bathroom.   I don’t have the heavy heavy bleeding and most of all I don’t have the constant feeling of wanting to be sick.

I know over time some of the symptoms will come back but at least for now I can enjoy the  little  enodo ‘bonus’  that being pregnant gave me.  When the specialist suggested all those years ago  that getting pregnant was a possible solution to dealing with endo I thought he was crazy but I know know that there was a method to his madness.