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October 13, 2004
October 5, 2004
25 Weeks, 5 Days
Good news about my blood pressure, it’s come down a bit – still not the best number, but much better than that original reading. So, for now, I am happy. Of course, my next appointment is in a week so who knows what my BP will be then.
I really tried to (ha) “relax” in the past couple of weeks in the hopes of getting my blood pressure to come down. I went and got a (desperately needed) manicure and pedicure and it was heavenly. It’s funny actually how your pregnant belly just sort of creeps up on you. Normally, I do my own hands and feet with no problem at all, and I do a French manicure/pedicure that can rival any professional’s. But the other day as I was attempting to paint my toenails, I was having such a hard time figuring out why in the hell I couldn’t really get good leverage while leaning toward my feet, seated on the floor. I kept stretching and it was just so hard and I must have been in quite a mental fog because I got to about he 9th toe before it finally dawned on me that my stomach is now so much bigger that it makes it hard for me to reach my feet. So, I felt a trip to the nail salon was well worth it. If it weren’t so hot out (and therefore still cause for summer footwear) I would let my toes go nude but unfortunately, this stupid heat simply won’t go away – effing annoying. If I haven’t mentioned it before, (ha) I will say it again – being pg in the summer is about the stupidest thing I have ever done. I must have been on drugs to want a summer pg – drugs, I say.
The heat and my general fatigue and stress level of worrying about Cam and school and potty training and the separation anxiety and life in general have affected my mood greatly. The other day I had a complete meltdown and it wasn’t over anything major. If I recall correctly, it was yet another banner day for me - Cameron was acting up, specifically, he wanted to watch a DVD so I put one in and he didn’t like the one I picked. All he kept saying was he wanted “Elmo! Elmo! Elmo!” but every Elmo video I picked he would launch against the wall when I showed it to him. Talk about frustrating – turns out the video he wanted was a Sesame video that had Elmo IN it, but not an actual Elmo video itself. Forgive me for being so stupid, I should have figured that one out, shouldn’t I have?
Besides that type of scenario, everything seemed to be going wrong, you know how you just have one of those days? First of all, I think it was the day Cam puked out the window, the day I mentioned in the last entry. The next thing that effed up my day came out the other end - Cam has never had a leaky diaper in his life, and the one time it does leak, he is sitting on our slipcovered kitchen chairs and left a big pee puddle all over it. Thankfully the covers are machine washable, but still - more crap to deal with, because the covers are long and drape-y and have to be ironed before they can be put back on the chairs – and let me tell you, they are a royal pain in the ass to iron. So, between first scrubbing the puke and next cleaning the piss, I had completely had it. To add to the joy of it all, the next door neighbors were/are adding an addition to their house and making a ton of noise, I had a fight with the people at Classmates.com because they charged my American Express and I have never signed up for Classmates.com in my life, so that was scary – turns out it was an error but I was the one who had to find it and prove that it was an error – let’s see, what else? Oh yeah, the vacuum cleaner broke down and of course it breaks just when the carpet needs vacuuming most. I also had dropped off a disc at Costco to be developed and when I picked it up and got all the way home, I realized they had not developed about 20 of the 100 pictures on the disc so I had to go all the way back to rectify that situation. So, it was a bunch of stuff like that just had me in a pissy mood by the time 8:00 pm rolled around. Cameron had spent the last half hour of that evening turning the dishwasher off and on and his toys were scattered everywhere and it was (in my mind) pure chaos. After I put Cam to bed, Charles and I were in the den, watching TV and as I sat down to put my feet up, I sat on one of Cameron’s hard toys that I had missed while cleaning up. Don’t ask me why but that was the straw that broke this camel’s back. I basically had a conniption because at the moment I sat on Cam’s toy, one of his leap frog toys started blaring away for no apparent reason, and at that particular moment, I was ready to throw myself off a cliff - in a frenzy, I lunged across the room, grabbed Cam's toy, shut it off and flung it in the corner and Charles just looked at me like, "have you lost your mind?" What he did say was "Are you
sure you (note he says *you*, as if it was my personal decision) made the right decision to have another child?" Naturally, this comment (however intended) sent me into a fury like no other and at this very moment, I swear I can still see remnants of Charles' remains splattered on the wall. I am rather glad to report that I spent the remainder of the evening alone, (read, in peace), while Charles spent his evening licking his wounds upstairs. He later came up and apologized and said he was only kidding me but he just didn’t know I’d be “this sensitive about something that clearly was meant as a joke.” Hmmm, yeah, OK. The thing of it is, I realize it's not anyone else's fault but my own, I was very edgy this past week, my nerves were just fried and I blew everything out of proportion. It's like stupid things piss me off, for example, I was livid with Charles the other night when Charles went out to the supermarket and bought the wrong type of ice pops (completely different from the ones that I like) and I was so looking forward to my friggin' ice pop - it was to be the highlight of my day, if that tells you anything. Clearly he doesn't love me if he bought the wrong type of ice pop! So you see where the level of my mental state has dipped to an all time low during this pg.
Another thing about me that has reached an abysmal level during this pg is my memory. It seems I cannot remember a single thing anymore. I can’t even tell you how often I remark to Charles about a pg symptom I am having, and how unique it is to this particular pg when I didn’t experience it with the first one, and he will tell me that I DID experience it with the first one because he remembers me specifically talking about it. Example: I commented to him about how often I feel like I have to pee and then when I actually try to go, nothing will come out. It’s a really creepy sensation and thank God, doesn’t happen often. Anyway, I checked Cam’s pg diary and sure enough, I had the same thing happen to me when I was pg with Cam. How does Charles remember these things? The scary part is that I don’t think I would have remembered it even if I weren’t pg, I think my memory is just plain poor, regardless.
I think I mentioned in a prior entry how I have no linea negra on my belly this time and that fact still holds true. But one thing I DO have that I am sure I didn’t have last time (at least not this early) is this brown mask on my face, I think it is called melasma. I noticed about 2 months ago that my face was getting rather freckly and that I was also getting these horrible brown patches stretching from the balls of my cheeks back to my hair line (by my ear). I just thought I had been in the sun too much but I knew that wasn’t really true since I stayed completely out of the sun this summer. I was really starting to get upset about it, thinking I had irreparable sun damage or worse, and then as the weeks passed, I realized that the spots, patches and freckles were all starting to connect, eventually forming the mask I have today. I remember when I worked a couple of summers in the maternity ward of a hospital in Switzerland while I was in college, and that was the first time I really ever noticed the true pregnancy mask on a woman in my life. From what I remember the nurses telling me about it, most women develop the mask closer to the end of the pregnancy and quite often that is a sign of impending labor/delivery. I certainly hope not because I still have 14 weeks left. As I said, I had this with Cameron as well but it was well toward the end of my pg, not nearly as early as 26 weeks.
This past Sunday, we took Cameron to a pumpkin patch/ roadside farm/ play area where you could buy pumpkins, apples, jellies, pies, fall flowers, etc. and where the kids could do all sorts of fun things like ride down a huge slide on haystack, jump on a moon bounce, jump in a ball pit, get their faces painted, it was really cute. Cameron had a ball and we did as well. It was a simply gorgeous day (although it could have been a little cooler for my taste), and we ended up getting some really nice pumpkins and delicious apples to take home with us. The whole time we were there, I kept trying to imagine what it would be like to have two children this time next year. It just seems like such a foreign concept. I can’t imagine it really at all. I can’t wait and I look forward to it but I can’t picture it in my mind. You’d think that after having one child that you can imagine anything, but you can’t, at least, I can’t. The thing that I CAN imagine is how much more fun it will be for Cameron having a sibling (in the long run) than being an only child. When Cam is 7 and this child is 4 and half/five years old, they will have such fun together (or so I hope) doing these sorts of fun things together. That is the part I missed out on growing up. My parents always went out of their way to do fun things with me and take me to interesting places and to keep me active and entertained, but in a way, it was always a little lonely having no siblings. Especially when I’d see all these other kids with their siblings doing things together and enjoying each other’s company at the same time. I really, really hope that Cameron and his brother get to experience all those things that I missed out on and longed for as a child and I am so glad they will be close in age. Oh, I am sure there will be many times they hate each other’s guts and wish each other dead but hopefully, there will be more good/fun times than bad.
Oh, and before I forget, as it turns out, I worried for nothing! Cameron is simply loving school. He has had no potty accidents, he (according to the teachers) is one of the best listeners in the class (note the irony here) and follows instructions very well. They also reported to my great relief, that Cameron has an unusually long attention span for a child his age which is surprising since I always thought he didn’t, but then again, what do I know?
I love how he always comes home with all these cute art projects and things and he always seems so happy. They tell me he is content there and very well behaved but seeing his happy face upon arrival is the real proof to me.
Cameron now takes the bus to school (updated pics on his webpage) and though scared at first, he apparently loves the bus now. The whole trip is 7 miles so it isn’t that long, but it was tough for me to mentally accept my baby going on a bus by himself. It is your standard big, yellow school bus but this one has built in car seats for toddlers so he is completely safe and strapped in. The bus driver is this lovely older woman who is so kind and considerate. The second time Cam took the bus, he screamed bloody murder as Charles tried to put him on and was still crying as they strapped him in. Well about 2 minutes after Charles walked back in the house, the bus driver called us from her cell phone just to reassure us that Cameron was doing fine, he had stopped crying as soon as Charles left and was laughing and having a great bus ride. I mean, how awesome is that that the bus driver is so considerate to make a phone call to us, on her own dime, especially? I have to say, we have been so fortunate with this preschool situation, it really couldn’t have turned out better. But the best part is that Cameron is really starting to speak more and more and repeating things, not just single words but whole sentences – something he never did before. He now says “Please help me,” or “I want that,” and things of this nature, it just happened all at once. I know for most people their reaction to this is “So what? Big Deal – my kid can recite the Pythagorean theorem by now…” but for us this is big stuff, and we are just so happy.
October 13, 2004
27 Weeks
As I noted above, a lot has happened in the past few days in particular. It all started Sunday when I woke up extremely tired after a good night’s sleep. It was a beautiful day and I planned to get a lot of things done even though I would have preferred to spend the day outside. So, while Charles mowed the lawn, washed both cars and cleaned the garage, I took it upon myself to do some housework, clean a bit and to also switch all my summer clothes to winter and to also switch all of Cameron’s summer things to winter as well. All of this took most of the morning and early afternoon, and by the time I was finished, I was absolutely exhausted. It was almost as if I had been drugged and even though I wanted to run to the stores and get some things done there, I simply couldn’t move an inch. I just collapsed on the couch and fell asleep for an hour and a half while Charles took Cameron on a bike ride. When I woke up, I ran out to the stores, got my errands done and when I got back, I suggested to Charles that we take a walk for a bit of exercise since the weather was still so nice outside. We walked about a mile (one way) to the grocery store, picked up a few items there, and walked back. Charles had plans to go with one of his friends to see a movie I had no desire to see (Friday Night Lights) after Cam went to bed so I planned to have a relaxing evening by myself, except it didn’t exactly go that way. Charles left for the movie around 7:30 and since Cam had had a long nap that day, he wasn’t really in the mood to go to bed so I decided to take a bath with him, which just got him more excited and happy and after the bath was over, I had to chase him all over the upstairs because one thing Cam just loves is running around naked when he is wet – (I just don’t get this, this would kill me). Anyway, after I finally corralled him and got him dressed for bed, I tired to put him down and Cameron would just not go, he was up and excited and all he wanted to do was play. So, I figured, what the hell, I’d let him stay up and play for awhile. I noticed at that moment that the new area rug we just got in our bedroom was shedding a lot of fibers and needed vacuuming badly so I hauled out our heavy ass Hoover Windtunnel and proceeded to vacuum the bedroom. Well, I didn’t anticipate how heavy that damn vacuum was going to be, dragging over that thick rug and trying to get all the pieces up. Cameron, who is still fascinated by the vacuum cleaner was running around like a puppy, trying to push the vacuum cleaner around, trying to sit on the top of it while I pushed, and the whole event took about 15 - 20 minutes to complete. By that time, I had had enough and decided Cam just had to go to bed before I keeled over. So, I put him down and as luck would have it, he went to sleep. Mind you, I had not eaten anything for dinner that night as I had had a late lunch (before I crashed on the couch) and wasn’t hungry when we got back from our walk. So, I went downstairs with the intention of fixing myself something to eat, but first I decided to just sit down and rest for a few minutes – this was at 9:30. After a minute or so, I noticed a slightly uncomfortable contraction that sort of crushed my stomach, for lack of a better description, but I wasn’t bothered by it, it just felt similar to the Braxton Hicks contractions I have been having for the past couple of weeks. When I was pg with Cam, I had BH contractions for almost my entire second trimester and my entire third trimester as well, sometimes even more than the maximum allotment of 4/hour and I never worried about it, only because they were barely noticeable. But this one I had just had was definitely noticeable. Still, I figured, no big deal, I will just sit here a minute with a glass of water and it will go away. Well, about 5 minutes after that, another contraction starts and this one is worse than the last. It sort of felt like someone punched me in the stomach and took my breath away. Still, I just sat there, (like a dummy) and waited it out. By the time Charles got home at 10:30 or so, I had had about 5 of these contractions (in less than one hour) and was getting nervous. So naturally we concluded it was time to call my doctor who instructed us to get over to the hospital ASAP. By the time I got all my stuff together and got to the hospital and checked in, it was 11:30. I was taken up to the maternity ward and put in a room, which I have to say, was AMAZING. I must note here that the hospital I will be delivering in is not the same one where I had Cam. (When I switched OBs this spring, it turns out this practice delivers out of different hospitals). This hospital is pretty new but the maternity wing is brand new, recently renovated and completed this past April. The rooms are absolutely huge, with hardwood floors and dark cherry furniture (even the bed), there is really nothing hospital-like about it. It was like being in a hotel suite or something, really impressive. There is a pull out sofa for the husband/partner/father and a really pretty isolette for the baby, not that plastic thing like I had last time. The bathroom is enormous in comparison to the one I had with Cam. The bathroom I had back then was the size of a motor home bathroom, I am not kidding, just tiny, tiny and even though I had a private room with him, it was so small it was like being in a broom closet. It goes without saying that none of this really matters, whether your room is a complete piece of shit or a luxurious environment, the crucial thing is the patient’s health and naturally and more importantly, the baby’s health. That said, it was still a pleasant surprise to see such a nice room.
Once I was settled in and changed into the infamous naked-butt-exposing hospital gown, the nurse got me strapped up to a monitor and checked the baby’s heart rate, which was normal, as was my BP. She also strapped me up to another monitor to check my contractions and they were again coming in full force. The weird thing I have to note here is that the whole time I was packing and getting ready to come to the hospital, driving there and getting settled in, I had not one contraction. It was just once I settled down and lied in bed without any movement did I have a contraction. I almost felt stupid on the way to the hospital thinking the contractions were a fluke and if I just drank more water, they’d go away but no, they were back as it turns out. After the nurse spoke with my OB, she told me she was going to start giving me terbutaline shots to delay labor and after the second shot, the contractions went away, for the most part. She said this was a good thing because if you really are in pre-term labor, terbutaline isn’t going to help you. So, I felt reassured after that. The nurse warned me that the terbutaline was going to make me very jittery and jumpy like I had just taken a bunch of Vivarin or had 10 espressos. And she was absolutely right. I was so jittery, my hands were trembling and since sleep was out of the question, even watching TV was a nightmare because my heart was racing so badly that I couldn’t concentrate on what was in front of me. My heart was racing really fast at one point and when I asked the nurse if chest pains were a bad sign, she said that they weren’t and this was just par for the course – lovely. I just love a good burning chest pain every now and again. At around 2 am, the nurse came back in again to give me a beta methazone shot, which is basically a steroid that makes the baby’s lungs grow faster and stronger in case he should be born prematurely. She also told me that at 8:00 am, my dr. should be in to see me and decide what to do with me from there. Now mind you, I was STARVING and of course, the cafeteria was closed and there was nothing to eat anywhere. So instead of worrying about my poor baby and his immediate future, here I am selfishly wishing for a Snickers bar and a box of sleeping pills – nice mother I am, huh? I never slept and instead watched endless episodes of Roseanne on Nick at Night, looking at the clock every half hour to see if it was closer to 8:00. It never was.
When 8:00 rolled around, I asked the nurse if the dr. would be in soon and she told me he was running late (surprise, surprise) and that he might not be in until 10 – great. But in the meantime, I could order breakfast while I waited – PURE HEAVEN – or so I stupidly thought. What I ordered and what I got were two completely different entities. I ORDERED scrambled eggs, bacon, a bagel with cream cheese, hash browns and orange juice. WHAT I GOT was a perfect ice cream scoop full of powdered eggs, something I have never tasted in my life and never will again, after that experience. The eggs tasted like sponge and dirty water and air – combined into one sick package. The bacon was almost as bad - some ingenious chef managed to burn it to a crisp, yet somehow still was able to make it so limp and soggy that the bacon looked and tasted as if it had been soaked in a toilet bowl full of water for 24 hours. The hash browns were not *hashed* but instead huge chunks of wet slimy potatoes, raw and rock hard on the inside and wet and slithery on the outside, with limp, tasteless, fugly peppers wound all inbetween. The bagel was the only edible portion of the breakfast, though barely. The orange juice was your standard hospital grade complete with peel back foil tub and barely enough for a hummingbird. So – I barely touched any of it and instead rummaged through my handbag for some food, any food, to get me through the next couple of hours. I was in luck as I found an unopened box of Tic Tacs that I managed to ration out over those next 2 hours. The only good part of the whole night was that I had not had one contraction since getting the terbutaline and aside from a bit of wooziness, felt pretty good.
Finally, the dr. arrived, gave me a physical exam and talked with me about what the situation was. From what he can see at this time, he says he does not think I will go into preterm labor. After the physical exam, he says my cervix feels *short* which when I asked him what that meant, he said it means that the shorter your cervix gets, the closer you get to dilation,
though he added that on the other hand, they normally don't conduct physical exams on pg women at 27 weeks (too early) and since each pg woman is an individual, that may just be what *normal* is for me, I could have been this way the last pg and we'd have never known it, but since he has nothing to
base me on, he has to go by the standard rule which would say my cervix is definitely shorter than what they expect at this stage in a pg. So I now have to go a specialist so they can do what's called a fetal fibronectin test. Basically, it's like a pap smear where they check to see if your vaginal discharge (how sick is that) contains fibronectin in it. When a woman is in labor, fibronectin is in her discharge, so that will be an indicator they are looking for. He also prescribed me an RX for terbutaline and I am to take that until instructed further. I was discharged shortly thereafter and put on strict bedrest, only allowed to get up to shower or go the bathroom which naturally, is hard with a toddler. Luckily, Charles was able to take off most of the week and when he couldn’t, we were able to secure friends and family to come and help so I should be all covered. The day of my discharge, I didn’t have any contractions until about 4 pm and at that point I was having one about every half hour (two/hour) and they weren’t strong at all. This lasted for two hours and I have had no more until this morning at 9:45 where I had that three in one hour and then no more since (it is now 2:00). I forgot to mention that yesterday morning I had to go back to the hospital for another beta methazone shot to make the baby’s lungs grow more and was reassured by my dr. that because of this shot, I really have not much to worry about in the way of the baby’s health. I asked him what my baby’s chances of survival are if he were to be born this week and my dr. replied that only because of the shot, the baby’s chances of survival are 99%. So then I said, well, sure, that’s the survival rate but what about his health? I mean, I want him to live but at what cost? Would he be a disabled with a ton of problems or what? My dr. reassured me once again that the 99% survival rate, because of the shot, means 99% healthy child with no problems at all. Of course, we still don’t want him to be born prematurely but at least there’s comfort in knowing that he could be born now and still be fine. So, I took that knowledge with me and have been carrying it around ever since. Still, I feel if I can just make it out of the 20’s and into the 30’s, I will feel so much better.
Sigh - it just sucks though. I can’t stop asking myself why this is happening. I mean, it’s ridiculous to even pose such a question when we all know there is no rhyme or reason for any of the things that happen in life, and after all, every pg is different. It’s just, I miss Cam like crazy and feel so incredibly guilty for not being able to spend these last few months with him, time I had counted on making special as they would be our last months alone. We will never have this again and I wanted him to feel special, not like I am shoving him away or casting him off every chance I get. Today he is at my GF’s house for the day and she called me to reassure me he is happy and having fun with her little boy who is exactly Cam’s age, but still, I miss him so much. Sure, he is tiring but I still miss it. I wonder if he misses me.
Then there is the selfish part of me - I feel so overwhelmed like I have so much to do, not in the way of housework or whatever, I can always call the cleaning people, but more so in the way of getting ready for the baby, and then with all the holidays coming up, our anniversary, Charles' birthday – don’t even mention Christams shopping - and I have barely bought Cam or myself any fall/winter stuff yet and of course, it was in the 80s last week and 37 degrees this morning. But I just couldn't bring myself to buy cooler weather clothing when it was so damn hot out, you know? Whatever I wore when I was pg with Cam is now long gone. These are minor things, I realize but you know how it is when you have nothing better to do than just sit there and think about this nonsense. I just wanted for once to have everything ready for this baby when he got here and now I probably won't.
We were waiting to work on the baby’s room and Cam's new
room (currently a guest-room) after our out of town guests (Charles' mom and step-dad and aunt and uncle) visited which was supposed to be in a few weeks but since his aunt got the shingles, their trip was canceled. If we had known they weren't coming, we would have worked on the room a long time ago, not that that’s their fault, that’s just the way it goes sometimes. And now I can't even help with any of it. I remember on so many occasions how I used to (stupidly) envy women on
bedrest during their pgs saying how nice it would be and all this (as long as it were for something minor, like fatigue and not preterm labor) but even after one day I can tell you, it's miserable. It's not the same as lying in bed if you're not pg because when you are pg, your belly is so big and cumbersome that you can never get comfortable and it's just a huge pain. Also, you just feel like a ticking timebomb. At any moment I am constantly checking to see if I feel a contraction coming on and when I do (rarely), I panic. The drugs make you pretty jittery initially and though it has gotten a lot better, it makes it very difficult for me to concentrate on anything, books or TV. My mind just can't focus, it's always racing, it's like being given a shot of PCP, I swear. But the bottom line is it's all worth it in the end, and I need to just accept it and get over it.
So that’s the latest. I am supposed to go have the fetal fibronectin test done today at the hospital. Charles is at work, Cam is with my GF and then tomorrow, Charles has off again, and then it’s back to the dr. for me. I never did get to have my glucose test done at my appt. originally scheduled for this week because the beta methazone test interferes with that, nor have I had my Rhogam shot yet (being O -) and I have to have that before I am past 28 weeks. Friday, Charles has to work but then my mom is supposed to come down and stay with us and help until my MIL comes on Monday for a week. When she leaves, my mom will come back and stay until further notice, hopefully, not that long. I just feel bad for her because she’s not exactly young and she and my dad just got back from a month long vacation, not to mention my dad just had minor foot surgery today and will be recovering from that. So my poor mom is just exhausted and I feel so bad asking her to come here to help. But that’s the downside of coming from a small family and living far from your in-laws. Somehow we will make it work but it is not easy.
There were so many other things I wanted to talk about in this entry but will have to save for next time as I have been writing forever, it seems. But for a preview, here are some of the topics I wanted to cover and you can mull them over until I write again.
1) At what age do you think a mother should no longer allow her son to see her without clothes on (or father/daughter if that is the case)? Because of my issue with heat these days, I sleep only with underwear on and Cameron comes bounding into our room as soon as he is awake and sees me like this and I wonder if I am scarring him or something. I also take showers and baths with him and I wonder if that is wrong. I am no prude by any stretch and really would have never even thought his way 3 years ago but now that I am put in this situation, I wonder if I am doing the right thing.
2) Flu shot – should I get one for me and for Cam? Or is the thimerosol issue something I need to be concerned about?
3) Thanksgiving Day – I swore up and down when I was pg with Cam that never again would I have Thanksgiving at my house while pg. So how is it that I am now scheduled to do it this year? Because Charles comes home one day and says “I hope you don’t mind, but I have a couple of people at my job who have nowhere to go for the holidays, so I invited them here – I hope that’s OK?” My question to everyone is: what object do I use to bash Charles over the head with? I’d like to make as little mess as possible.
4) Cameron has been invited to a birthday party for one of his little classmates. As he has only been in school a few weeks, I don’t even know this kid and as such, have no clue what to get him for a gift. Any ideas?
5) Cameron has as I mentioned, only been in school 3 weeks and the first week I already received a fund-raising sign-up sheet and order form for the sale of tulip bulbs that I am now supposed to go around and sell. Don’t even ask me what the fundraiser is for – I never made it that far. Of course, the instructions that come along with the packet say that the school, “…does not advocate the soliciting of sales to friends, neighbors or co-workers…” So my question to you all is, who the HELL am I suppose to ask? Geez!!! My kid isn’t even 3 years old, can barely say, “Hello, how are you today?” and they expect him to sell this stuff? What a crock. Of course, I realize they want ME to sell this stuff (because clearly I don’t have enough to do) but they really are kidding no one with this crap. I guess I am just in disbelief that this sort of stuff is starting already, basically that they are expecting a baby to sell tulip bulbs, the entire idea is simply preposterous to me. To be honest, I would rather just be asked outright to donate a check, it would be more honest and a lot easier. In fact, that is probably what I will do, just write a check and call it a day.
6) Cameron is going to be a Hershey’s Kiss for Halloween but I need a leotard and tights (nice!) to go under the costume. I was trying to locate chocolate brown tights and leotard but am having a hard time. What do you think if I went with off-white instead? Would that be too weird under a silvery costume?
Well, I guess that’s about it for now, I have written a book it seems. So, wish us luck with everything, I will be sure to keep you posted. In the meantime, I have posted new pictures on Cam’s webpage, so click on to http://www.babiesonline.com/babies/s/swiss/ if you are interested.
Thanks for staying awake this long, all the best and much love,
Corinne and her two boys : )
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