Shelba

I feel Pretty

My feet have been prettified.  I feel human again.  I sat in the massaging chair while I read Harry Potter and had the 3 inch thick crust scraped from the soles of my feet.  It was heaven.  Heaven, I tell you. 

Maybe I'll get to catch that movie later this week.  I do have a dental cleaning on the 27th.  Anyone ever take their kid to the dentist?  I don't think Z would sit quietly while I have my exam. 

Ex Hooves Me

Okay, so I'm not going to get to see a movie today.  But I am going to have something done about my hooves. 

A Movie is As Good as A Cruise

I love being around my girl.  And I have this thing in my head that I'm the only one who knows how to properly take care of her.  Which makes it hard for me to leave Z's side.  When I do leave her I worry about her.  Yet, I really need some time to myself.  Time to get my sick ass toes pedicured.  Time to devote to sitting in a movie theatre.  Yes, I will worry about Z the entire time and I will miss her like crazy, but I need to do something on my own. 

So today is that day!!  Today, I'm going to have my ugly toes prettified and I'm going to walk around the mall until it is time for my movie.  And I'm going to feel guilty and I'm going to think that I'm the only one that knows how to give Z her bottle and how to hold her, that is a given,  but lordy be do I need this mini vacation.  Three hours is a vacation?  Uhhh, yeah, it is. 

I'm watching Lola and Z play together and it is pretty funny.  Lola is doing that thing that dogs do where they stick their butt up in the air and then she runs away from Z and then runs back to her doing her doggy dance.  Z laughs and laughs.  Oh, and Lola likes to check on Z in the morning.  I hear it on the baby monitor.  Lola walks in to the nursery and then five minutes later I hear her walk out.  It is pretty cute.  Well, cute as long as she doesn't wake Z up, because then it just pisses me off. 

 

Z Day and Birf'days

So I turn 33 today. Yay!  And Ray turns 39!  Yay!  And it is my mom's b-day too!  Yay! And my nephew's!  Yay! 

But way better than any birthday (unless it is #3's bday), today, July 20, is Z-day! 

On Our First Week Home

I will have been Z's mom and she will have been my daughter for one month on the 6th of July.  I love that girl with an intensity that I've never known, but the first 1.5 weeks home were hell.  I seriously questioned whether or not I was cut out to be a mother.  I could barely get through a day.  I'm not joking.  Yeah, it was jet lag.  Yeah, I was sick as a dog.  Yeah, she had severe jet lag.  Yeah, this was all new to her.  Yeah, this was all new to me.  Yeah, I could barely lift my head off of the floor.  Yeah, I was getting only a couple hours of sleep at a time.  I was a mess.

I confess to praying that I would go in for my blood test and that they would tell me that my blood was too thin and that I needed to be hospitalized.  I would have been thrilled had that happened.  I thought that it would, because I had ugly bruises up and down my legs, and on my arms.  Imagine my surprise when I tested at a perfect level.  I felt like crying because I so could have used the sleep. Why had I cut my dose on my own?  Why didn't I keep on taking my coumadin and just ignore the bruises?  The sleep would have been heavenly in the hospital.  I told ChicagoMama this and she told me that I would only worry about Z while I was there.  She was right. 

What I'm trying to say is that it was hard.  Way harder than I imagined.  It is not easy now.  No.  But I feel 100% better, I'm getting sleep, Z is sleeping through the night (12 hours!) and we've worked ourselves into a nice schedule (Thank you, Marla!).  And all of that helps.  Our days are so much nicer now that I'm not fighting a fever and an ear infection.  And now that we're both sleeping.

I still get a little giddy when it is nap time and bed time, but man, do I love walking into her room in the morning and have her wake up smiling at me.  She is wonderful.  Absolutely wonderful.  I have two complaints though.  The first is that she learned how to grind her 8 teeth and she finds the sensation/noise fascinating.  That noise takes a month off of my life every time I hear it.  The second complaint is how much she falls.  She bumps her noggin a couple time a day, which freaks me out and takes a good month off of my life every time she does it.  I could pad the entire house with pillows, but she would still find the one spot to fall. 

Anyway, I'm getting caught up on stuff, like blogs and thank you cards for all of the wonderful books Zoe received.  And to those that requested to see the travel blog recently, if you didn't get the link, feel free to let me know again and I'll send it to you.  We're keeping it going.  I have pictures to post over here too, but you know...I'm behind. 

Ohhh, I showed up for my blood test appointment one day early today.  They were very understanding and squeezed me in, but I really am losing my mind.