Mama Drama Continues

So talking to my mom the other day, things were going well. I was updating her on my latest doctors appointment (which went smashing! I've only gained 3 pounds, I passed the diabetes test and everything is right on track!) when she started asking me about the house hunting and how it was going.

Great! I told her, but that my realtor was enjoying the holidays and that we'd get back in touch in the new years. (for those who don't know, we're staying at my hubby's grandpa's until we find a new place to purchase). I didn't think much of it until she started in on me about my husband. Was he helping me look for a place? Was he working much?

Now, I know a mother is always concerned about her children and all that hoopla, but when she starts in on me about my husband, it rakes my nerves. I told her that yes, he was helping but he didn't really need to, that's why I hired a realtor... and yes, he was working, that he actually is very very very busy doing photo shoots and editing photos. She just wouldn't let it drop, she started in on me about finding a house, that I can't have the baby where we're staying and that my father is irritated and that if I don't have a house by the time the baby comes that I'm going to have to take the baby and move up to her house in SC.

Excuse me?

Just picture me sitting in my truck absolutely SPEECHLESS!

Yeah, b/c that was me. I was dumbfounded. Did she seriously just suggest, no no not suggest, demand that I abandon my husband and take his first born and move to her house?

Was she smoking crack?

After I recovered from my shock, anger took over. "What about my husband? Remember him?"

She insisted that we couldn't continue to live here at the house and that is wasn't right to raise our baby here. I told her to chill, honestly. I told her to quit worrying, that I am not abandoning my husband to move up there, that I'm happy where I am and we will find a house.

She insisted that she's just worried about me, but she has no reason to worry about me. My husband has never failed me, and he will get me a house by the time the baby comes. That he is doing a great job of taking care of me and she needs to quit worrying about me and put all her energy into knitting booties or something.

I know a few of you are saying that she's just my mother and worrying is what mothers do, but I know for a fact that mothers (at least I expect this) are supposed to be supportive and not suggest leaving your husband. For her to even suggest that boils my blood... and still three days later gets me going and pissed off.

*rolls eyes* I think she's just lost her damn mind... anyone know where I can get her a new one?

Santa Baby

Merry Christmas!

Today was a gloomy, rainy day... but it was a good one. We spent the day with family and ate tons of good food. The only thing that would've made it better was if I saw my own family as well... but alas, they live too far away.

I hope yours was as good as mine!

A No Name Post

I am the champion! I only have one more Christmas present to buy and then I am done! Before 12/24! How cool am I? :)

I knocked out a whole bunch today and even couldn't resist getting Mr. SuZ one more present, even though I swore I wouldn't spend one more penny on him.

Now if only it weren't 80 degrees outside, I could really get in the Christmas spirit!

*Yawn*

Just a post to tell you how tired I am... which makes no sense b/c I've been doing nothing for the past two days! Yesterday I went out in the AM for a quick grocery run and today I've done nothing but read my new book and take a shower. I finally peeled off my PJs twenty minutes ago... Yet, I feel like I could collapse in bed and snuggle with my boys all night.

But I won't!

I'm determined to find my father in law a Xmas present, any suggestions on what to get a man that's impossible to shop for?

:)

Have a great saturday!

Will they ever go down?

A post about my feet... lucky you. :p

I cannot get over them either, I'm obsessed with them lately! My swollen pigs (that's what Mr. SuZ calls my feet)! I know that yesterday I was on my feet pretty much all day, I can accept that was the reason for them being swollen yesterday, but what gives with the puffiness when I woke up this morning? And I've stayed off of them all day today (well, except for a quick trip to the grocery store and movie rental place) and they're puffed up like loaves of bread! It's DISGUSTING! And not to mention, EMBARASSING!

*insert groan here*

What do I do? Any suggestions? I've read about drinking water, elevating them, no salt, yada yada yada... but it's not working! :( :( :(

HELP!

AM From Hell?

At my last doctor visit my doctor suggested it was time for me to get tested for diabetes. Okay, no big deal, right? I knew this was coming, but I couldn't help the slither of dread that spread through my body as I thought more and more about getting tested. See, my Mom is a diabetic so that automatically puts me in a high risk catagory for obtaining the disease. Lovely, huh?

So I suck it up and this morning I get up bright and early and head to the lab. I hadn't had anything to eat since the previous night and figured that since they told me not to eat two hours before the test, it wouldn't matter. So I walk into the lab @ 8:00AM sharp and sign in. The hand me over this bottle full of orange looking stuff. I had high hopes this orange fluid would be N-A-S-T-Y! But was pleasantly surprised at the taste (not that I would search it out for enjoyment, but it tasted much better than the liquid I had to take for my CAT scan earlier this year). They tell me I have five minutes to down it, and I accomplish that task and settle in for my hour long wait... why an hour? I have no clue.

About 57 minutes later (after watching all the lab commercials and flipping through the free coupon catalog) I start to feel it... My hands are clammy and my mind is a bit... blurred. Not blurred badly, but I can feel the want to pass out lingering way in the back of my mind.

Now, call me a fruitcake or whatever you will, I can take a simple situation and blow it out of control simply with my active imagination. I can make a symptom worse than it is and have a dramatic outcome (this is not something I'm proud of, but call me a worrywart). So I do my best to ignore it, I get up and walk around. I try to concentrate on anything else but that dreaded feeling that seems to be taking over my body. I tried to read a book, I tried to get my head as close to my knees as my big belly would let me.

At that time, the nurse calls me back and I think for a brief moment it's all passed but as soon as I sit in the plastic chair with the arms, I feel it all coming back. I warn her that I'm not feeling well and I apologize. She slides the needle into my arm...

Then I black out.

I don't remember anything except I was having a dream about something and they were trying to wake me up and it pissed me off. I wasn't out for long, enough time for them to finish drawing my blood, bandage up my arm and grab the smelling salts.

I felt HORRIBLE!! I was so weak and sweating like a PIG! They helped me to a bed where I laid down, but that didn't last long b/c my mouth starting watering and I knew what would happen next if I didn't move quickly. They sat me in the bathroom, just in case and got me some water.

I sat there for a bit going between feeling better and feeling worse. I felt tired and weak and miserable. I called up Mr. SuZ and begged him to come get me (he always goes with me to any appointments I have, but today I told him since I was going to be there for at least an hour, I'd be a big girl and go by myself).

When he showed up minutes later, I felt better... but not great. Still exhuasted and hankering for some nuriousments. I got a bagel and a milk and headed home to crash... I felt tired for about thirty more minutes and then besides the bruise on my arm from the needle, you'd never know I was "sick."

So... now I'm all freaked out. Does this mean something? Am I a diabetic? Did I pass out from too low of sugar? Too high? The needle? The withdrawl of blood? What? I know I didn't have any food in me and that never, ever helps... but what do I do now? I'm so concerned! Passing out didn't hurt the baby, did it? I didn't crash to the floor, so I know that part of passing out isn't a problem, but can it hurt a baby if the mom passes out, even for a second? I'm so confused and have no clue who to ask... that is way you get this post. :)

Any suggestion? Websites to check out? Numbers to call? Any help would be great... THANKS!

Mom Update

She finally called me today. I missed her call and listened to her voice mail before I called her back. She was calling about my doctor's appointment and about our Christmas plans. So I call her back and her tone isn't the warmest, but apparently she's trying. We chit-chatted for a minute or two, I informed her about my doctors appointment and me switching insurance and blah blah blah. She asked about Christmas and when I told her our plans (Christmas Eve in FL and driving up to SC on Christmas day), she seemed kinda irritated. Like, she didn't approve... but whatever. My brother and his wife do that same thing, Christmas Eve with her folks and they drive to my parents on Christmas day. Why is it okay for them, but for us she gets an attitude?

Okay, maybe not attitude but she brings up some bullshit about me asking mjy doctor if it's okay for me to travel like that... Huh? Why wouldn't it be okay for me to travel like that? It's a stinkin' five hour drive! What difference would it make if I did it on Christmas day or three days before?

*rolls eyes*

But as my friend Nicole says, baby steps... baby steps.

At least she called... she put in the effort.

And so did I. I didn't tell her she was an idiot. I didn't yell at her. I was calm and cool.

Of course, I vent here to you... but she doesn't know about that. :) :) :)

Here Comes Xmas!

Cool weather has finally (again) descended on Florida and has put me in the Christmas spirit! All of a sudden I'm itching to get all my shopping done, to watch old time Xmas cartoons, listen to holiday music, etc... etc... :) :) This is by far my most favorite time of year (even if it only gets into the 60s!)!

Nothing else is really going on, my Mother still isn't talking to me... My Dad hasn't even called me. But in his defense ever since he moved he's been lax on the phone calls. Yes, it does hurt that my Mother is being so childish and selfish about this whole ordeal, but the other part of me is more pissed off that she's not being supportive at a time when I really need an ear to talk to. Why can't she just get over it? Why does she insist on being this way?

I'm still doing yoga, had my third class today. I'm still having trouble with the whole meditating thing, but it's getting better with each class...

Have a happy Tuesday!

Rain Rain Go Away

The clouds just seem to keep rolling in and spitting down on us here in Florida. Plus to add to the wonderful delight of depressing rain, it's 84 degrees. Oh yeah, did I mention it snowed here last Tuesday? Yeah, snow in Florida... Don't worry though, we quickly rebounded back to the balmy, humid weather we Floridians know and love... But come on, help a girl out! I'm dying to get into the Christmas spirit and it's almost impossible when I'm pulling on shorts! :)

Nothing new to update on the Mom front, she's still not talking to me.

On the house hunt, nothing really new to report there either. My realtor took me to see a bunch of houses yesterday, I just hate that they are so far away from where Mr. SuZ does his photography work. He didn't ask me about the houses I saw yesterday, so I figure he's not interested and maybe I shouldn't be...

No big plans for the weekend either, just a Muddy Muddy Christmas out in Lakeland. Promises to be good and dirty. :)

Have a good one!