Thursday, October 20, 2011

Guess What is NOT Fun

Termites



Yes, friend, we have the joy of being in the company of dry wood termites here at the Gilbert House. These little lovelies are making a meal out of our kitchen cabinets, and during the warm weather love to swarm out of the kitchen cabinets into my kitchen, and love to push their 'droppings' out onto my kitchen counter. Truly a Joy.

This weekend we're being tented and fumigated to get rid of our interlopers. We get to spend the next couple of days packing up every bit of food we have so it doesn't get contaminted when our house is flooded with poisonous gases. Then we get to go into exile for the weekend and let strangers have free reign of our house. I'm not at all excited about the idea of people rummaging around my house (which they will to make sure there isn't any unpacked food or suicidal people hiding in closets, under sinks, in car trunks waiting to be gassed themselves). And although they say the gas doesn't cling to clothing, bedding, dishes, etc., I am not sure I trust their word all the way. Here's putting faith in the EPA and the State of California, that we will not all die after the house has been sufficiently aired out. And one of the advantages I was looking forward to in all of this -- the death of spiders -- turns out to not be happening. Apparently, spiders shut down their systems, so they don't breath the fumes, and just wait it out, little tricky-tricksters.

Monday, October 10, 2011

This post is NOT for the squeamish, it may seem inappropriately personal, but they are true thoughts and will be funny to moms.

I try desperately hard to not complain about the different inconveniences of pregnancy, as I'm lucky to be here in the first place. However, I am getting REALLY tired of going to the bathroom All.The.Time. (This is not an exaggeration folks). This baby is so low that I find myself in desperate need of relief just about every 45 minutes, which makes most of life very hard. And when I do go, it's frustrating because the need to go is so strong and the outcome of that urgency seems hardly worth the money I spent on the toilet paper. With both my previous pregnancies I tried to ignore it as much as possible, with bad results. I had UTI's both times, with E it landed me in the hospital with preterm labor. So now I'm too scared to just hold it. I wake up at least every two hours, which I'm sure is just a mean way to prepare my body for needing to wake up with a new baby after she's born. Then one day I was getting exicted thinking about the baby and how fun it will be to see her face and hold her, when suddenly the heavens parted and I saw the answer to my frustrations: The Catheter. I have c-sections and thus get to have a catheter for the first 24 hours after delivery, that means no need to get up out of bed to take care of the problem, and ahhh, I'm so excited. Gross, I know, but the it is the truth. I am so excited!
Sweet Relief.