Wednesday, March 31, 2010

I work three days a week. The other days I get to be with EllaRoo. We go to Little Gym and practice Whoop-de-doos. We go to the Costco and buy too much produce. Sometimes we get to the library for Book Baby or go to the zoo. I stop into Baby's R Us and buy matching dresses in size 18 months and newborn. One day a week we go get M and do something, like take her to the doctor or for a Pedicure. Or yesterday, a terrible movie. One night a week I go to my moms and hang out with my sisters while Biggest Loser blares in the background. The other days we figure out dinner and eat when Zar gets home. We have been watching Lost on DVD. I go to bed early to save up sleep for later. I sleep all night in a silent bedroom with a delightfully silent husband. I see friends on weekend nights. I teach Primary on Sunday. I text most days all day.
It's nice.
It's quiet.
It's going to change soon.
That will be nice too.

Monday, March 22, 2010

I really have nothing new. So what better way to pass the waiting game than post a pic of Zar and one of his barf bags? Because when you have nothing to say, go ahead and post a picture of your husband moments before his Emergency Surgery to fix his post tonsillectomy hemorrhage. Right?
I won't say this is the only exciting thing that has happened to us the past few weeks; it has been eventful. But for now, this pic will do.

Tuesday, March 09, 2010

I was informed tonight that I haven't posted in FOREVER. So here it is.
The day after my last post Zar had his big ole surgery. He had his long ago broken nose fixed, and his tonsils and adenoids removed. All this because I had been witness to many nights of extremely labored breathing, and lack of breathing, from his side of the bed. He's always been a snorer but it had gotten extremely bad over the last year, prompting me to call an ENT. He needed help. As did I. It was also not great for our marriage. There were nights he would stop breathing for a few seconds and I would think to myself "Good. I can sleep for a minute" or even "Just die already!"
So....not too good.
The surgery went well and we started the All Slurpee Diet. He went back to work less than a week later which probably was not the best idea. Last Friday he called me from work to tell me he had coughed up some blood. I said "Well, there's going to be SOME blood. How much?" A few hours later we were in the ER while vomited vast amounts of blood and I dutifully clicked pictures from my cell phone, which probably should not be posted. He went into emergency surgery, was fully cauterized, and we were sent home It was a weird weekend. I did get the surgery waiting room, and it's baskets of cookies, all to myself. Got some reading done.
He is doing remarkably better now, much better than he was doing even hours before he started ahem, hemorrhaging.
And the nights are so....quiet. I woke up last night and was shocked to see him next to me. I poked him to make sure he was still alive. Because who knew he could breath silently? Not I said the wife of 7 years.
Ella is trotting about the house at full speed, demanding applause for small accomplishments such as opening and closing a cupboard. This I think she picked up last week at The Little Gym, which is heavy on lavish praise.
We had our first doctor appointment with firstmom, and it went well, she loves Dr. Yami, but who doesn't? He's a celebrity OB. Firstmom is 31 weeks now, measuring small but normal, and dreamt that she gave birth to a basket of kittens. I asked Zar if he was okay with adopting a basket of kittens, and he said sure. So no problems there. My sister, who is pregnant with twins, announced she would be thrilled to give birth to a litter of beagles, so I guess we will have to adjust our expectations on the upcoming babies.