Timeout!

I think I need an internet timeout. In the past two days I’ve perused several internet shops and come up with a wishlist that I couldn’t afford even if I won the lottery, e-mailed a complete stranger after reading her blog (and looking back I’m not sure I formed coherent sentences. There should be a rule about post partum rambling somewhere. No e-mails until brain is fully functional again.). Damn Franklin Covey’s website for putting up the design your own planner website thing. I have a weakness for calenders/planners/office supplies. I now am drooling over a $75 planner. $75!!! So new resolutions will be 1. no internet stores. ever. and 2. confine my weird rambling thoughts to my own blog, so if others don’t care to be barraged they don’t need to be.

A update: He’s doing well, eating like a little piggy. I’m guesstimating he’s about 6 lbs now, as he’s fitting in his brothers old preemie clothes. I had to buy real bottles yesterday, as he’s now drinking (on average) about two of the NICU bottles per feeding. I’m letting him pretty much feed on demand, so he’s up about twice during the night and about every 2-3 hours during the day. B2 is handling his new brother *so* well. I’m amazed at how caring and considerate he has been. I expected holy hell from him, especially because I remember what *I* did when my middle brother came home. Hubby is still in Orlando. I still don’t like hubby right now. On the other hand he said he got me a present, so he may have (slightly) redeemed himself. Yes I’m being childish, no I don’t particularly give a shit. Here’s a weird little thing I noticed today. The numb area from my section almost goes up to my belly button. Didn’t you always want to know that?

ARGH!

Hubby is away for a week. The snot is at a conference, in Orlando. Snot. We won’t delve into the supreme unfairness of him being in sunny Florida for a week, while I’m in freezing Ohio with a rampaging three year old and a newborn. I’m just bitter cuz I couldn’t go too Speaking of which, you would think I’d be sleeping right now with a newborn downstairs and the three year old sleeping (peacefully?… We let him watch some Halloween shows on Disney and now he’s terrified of cows and pumpkins. I’d really like to know what he’s thinking sometimes. I mean I get the pumpkins, but cows?) Unfortunately I don’t sleep well without hubby in the house. I get paranoid at the noises, bumps and things in the night. Which is odd in and of itself considering hubby is a weinie (sp?). I love the guy but I’m the one who is the head bug killer and noise investigator in the family, but I still get jumpy when he’s not here.

In other news, I figured out that I can go part time with the aid I’ve been awarded already. Good because I don’t have to deal with the mind bending policies of the aid office, bad because I would be taking the two ugh classes (conflict management and evolution and society…..hey they fufill LER requirements ) and missing the two classes I really wanted (abnormal psych, and Intro to formal logic) I wanted the logic course because 1. it gets me out of my math requirement and 2. I really liked my last Philosophy class. On the other hand, if I can’t take it this semester, I might be able to get it with the same teacher I had for my last Philosophy class. I’m going to see if I can get the additional aid (with a minimum of fuss) this week, and if not…. I’ll just take the two Saturday classes and they can reward me with additional money after they see our glorious tax returns next year. (Can you say woo hoo? Gooooooooood…..)

Back in the saddle again

the school saddle that is. I’m supposed to register the day before my would have been due date. I went through yesterday and picked the classes I want. I picked out 4, my usual ‘full time’ schedule. A part of me is filled with a sense of dread and inadequacy…. Can I really do full time classes, and have as much family time as I want, with both a 5 month old and a three year old? Another part of me knows that if I don’t jump in with both feet, I might never jump. So now the million dollar question is can I convince my financial aid office that without me working we aren’t making the amount of money listed on our tax return? Sounds relatively simple, but you have never dealt with my financial aid department. I think the polite way to describe them would be that they are ’special.’ So if I can’t convince them of the obvious, the whole idea of school is out the window.

Another part of me is wondering at the wisdom of modern medicine. A. had his doctors appt., and because of his prematurity he has qualified for the RSV shots. These shots are horrendously expensive (about 1K a shot, thank G_d for insurance) and given monthly throughout the season. The doc has also recommended isolation for A. throughout the winter. A part of me wonders if this is all necessary. A. had no breathing problems while in the NICU. In fact, the only problem he presented with (other than jaundice, which full term babies are susceptible to as well) was mastering the suck/swallow/breath combo necessary for eating. I was talking to my mom, and we both agree that part of the reason that children get so sick now-a-days is the fact that most mothers tend to shrink wrap their kids from birth. Kids get sick, it’s a fact of life. Then parents wonder why they get soooo sick when they start school. I will follow the doc’s advice, because I don’t want A. to end up back in the hospital. I just hope that my ‘isolating’ my son from the general populace doesn’t turn around and bite him (and me) in the rear in the future.