In case you didn’t know…

The world is supposed to end today! Or at least the beginning of the end of the world is suppsoed to start today.

Those crazies at CERN are going to try and create real life dark matter today. Along with a tiny black hole. Or is the tiny black hole the same as dark matter? I am too tired to figure it out.

Anyway, this is all very fitting, because today is my birthday! And if the world were to end on my birthday this year I would not be surprised one bit. I would be pissed, though, because I have put a lot of hard work into a lot of things and to see it eaten by black hole would be really fucking irritating.

But yay! Birthday. Turning 25 is great. I am celebrating with booze and chicks.

(Truthfully, I am 32 and I am celebrating with a breastpump and a Snickers bar. It’s not so bad.)

Keep an eye out for the black hole, and if you see it, tell it to go away. or at least wait until tomorrow. Thanks.

Ike Menaces Texas!

Hurricane Ike is heading for the Texas coast. Too bad Hurricane Ike-a-saurus isn’t heading to the coast instead. We could forget about the real hurricane and hurricane Ike-a-saurus could strengthen overnight and then we could all go on vacation to the beach.

I am starting to confuse myself.

I was thinking today, as I headed home from the NICU, how lonely parents must feel when their preemie babies are their first babies. It’s so draining and emotional to go back and forth from the hospital everyday, but at least I know that when I come home I have the wee one and the wee-er one to hug and hold close. Even when it’s late and they’re asleep I can still sneak into their rooms and steal a kiss. It’s like fuel to keep me going.

Between the fuel they give me and the energy I get from kangarooing Isaac and watching him amaze everyone, I am somehow able to still move and eat and maybe be a person.

Right now the kids are running around, "dancing" to Blue Rondo a la Turk and I am flat exhausted, and my in-laws are cleaning my kitchen and I desperately need a nap if I’m going to make it to both Back to School night and the NICU tonight, but I can’t leave them to go take a nap. It’s too fun to watch them be crazy.

Isaac gets a prescription for caffeine everyday. Where’s mine?!

The real insult to injury

yay for narcotics
not for the c-section pain
for my stupid mouth

A few days ago I stopped taking all the pain meds for the c-section incision pain, and I noticed a throbbing pain my mouth. Stupid mouth, I thought, just believing I had some kind of irritation from a big sandwich I ate. But the pain kept getting worse and worse, to the point where I could barely open my mouth.

So I went to the dentist yesterday for the first time in seven years. Note to everyone: go to the dentist more often than every seven years.

Guess who gets a root canal and a crown? Guess who’s on antibiotics for an infected tooth? I swear, in the past 10 weeks I can count on two hand the amount of days I’ve NOT been on some kind of stomach-exploding antibiotic.

I spent most of yesterday in a terrible funk. My face hurt, my incision is still sore, my left boob is angry and full… I went to bed at 6:30 and cried myself to sleep. I had to skip the nightly NICU visit because I just couldn’t physically get out of bed. That has never happened to me before – that I have been so defeated and exhausted I couldn’t get out of bed.

Today has been better. The little bit of extra sleep helped my psyche a lot, and Hurricane Ike (though he had a not so great night, too – a lot of spitting up causing low oxygen for a bit) made me feel better this morning when we got to kangaroo and say hello.

I kind of want to stick out my middle finger to the universe for this tooth thing. I mean, COME ON. But then I think about Isaac and all the time in the hospital, and everything that’s happened, and one stupid tooth is nothing compared to all of that. Not a thing. It’s the inconvenience of it that really pisses me off.

Will this make a hilarious story one day? Maybe not.