I awoke bright eyed and bushy tailed at 1000 this morning. Mom had taken Puck to poop before she left for work at 0730 and he is quite considerate about letting me sleep after he's been out. I had some GrapeNuts for breakfast -- I need new cereal, as I am bored with Raisin Bran and most things raisin right now. Then I talked dad into calming down because if Jamie and Daniel were late, it's not his problem -- it's theirs! Jamie took Daniel to the airport and minutes later I left for my doctor's appointment and dad left for golf.
I called mom on my way, but she was still hard at work, so I was on my own -- no biggie, they're just going to stick a hand up my hooha and check things out. I arrived at 1128 for an 1130 appointment -- the closest I've ever cut it to an appointment -- and I still waited THIRTY MINUTES! Ridiculous. Those who take too long or are late or whatever they do to make everyone wait forever should be charged more, then they might start not being such time wasters.
Anyway, I go to see Dr. Rowan -- yet another doctor, perhaps PA -- and she says I'm still 1cm dilated. She also talks to me about the epidural, which is made a bit more complicated knowing that I have hardware in my back where the injections usually take place. So I have to schedule an appointment with the anesthesiologist to make sure they know about my hardware and have a back-up plan for when I get my epidural. I am told to find my spinal images post-surgery and take them with me when I go.
I make my next appointment (Wednesday) and head out. Mom calls me when I get in the car and asks if I want to have lunch and go do anything. I remember we still have not found a night gown for me to wear at the hospital, so I agree and head home. It takes (what feels like) forever to get home and it's so damn hot outside that I just want to collapse and read forever, but she convinces me to go with her. We get in the car and as we're driving, she tells me she wants to drive downtown to see where Jamie's store may go and meet Mikey. I was already in the car, so I was stuck, but I was not happy about it.
Turns out she's sad that I don't want to do all the stuff she wants to do and she's going to "regret it" and "be upset" if she doesn't get to do anything she wants before school starts back up. I said, "It must have been hard to not do anything you wanted in Europe for three weeks." She admitted that she did exactly what she wanted to do, but it was only three weeks. Wow... spoiled by travel much? I asked her what she wanted to do and she said, "Go out an try new places to eat lunch!" That means drive somewhere and walk around in the heat and eat food.
1. I'm usually not hungry for lunch, unless it's a smoothie or ice creamy treat or cold fruit.
2. I can't stand up without tons of effort, much less walk around
3. My body is a million degrees baking this baby, being in 100º heat makes me feel like dying
4. I'm trying to have my feet NOT swell and make my back worse than it is
After we see Jamie and meet Mikey, we head toward the mall. She wants to eat at Z-Tejas, but has conceded to eating in the mall. We park at Macy's, then walk to Nordstroms to eat at their cafe. We split a shiitake mushroom, caramelized onion, and ricotta pizza -- it was delicious. Then she buys two double doozies for me and Jamie to eat after dinner. We head back to Macy's and check out gowns and I find three to try on, then I see some bra things that look really comfy. I try everything on and decided on a gown and two bra things. Before we leave, we head down to jewelry and buy some earrings. I am low on silver earrings that are still in good shape, so I had to look around.
We head home and after about 30-45 minutes, Jamie came home. My parents had a country club cocktail party to go to. so they got ready and Jamie and I watched some tv. We watched My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding, then yesterday's So You Think You Can Dance, then tonight's results show of SYTYCD. After, I put on Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone and turned it down while we chatted.
I realized she's never seen a good example of how to handle a difference of opinion. My parents have a "good" relationship, but it's not one I'd want to model my marriage after. I don't want what Ty's parents have either. As I am a trained Peer Mediator Facilitator, I notice how differently Ty and I handle difference of opinions and miscommunications. I talked to Jamie about how I don't care who is to "blame," but that I want both of us to own up to whatever we've done because pointing fingers doesn't matter near as much as taking responsibility. The important thing is the ability to say, "I messed up." I also told her how I try to never say "you" when we're arguing because I don't want to put him on defense. I said I try my best to never call names or place blame and model that any time we argue. I think it's important that we not break our disagreements into a "me vs you" mentality, but it break down into how we miscommunicated, what each of us heard and where we misheard one another and work on solving the problem together... so it's an "us vs problem."
I told her that my intentions are never ever to hurt Tyler or call him names because that doesn't just hurt him, it hurts our relationship and would eventually cause him to trust me less and less as a confidant and best friend. He needs to know he can come to me any time about anything and we will work it out. And that's how I want to feel about him, which is why I encourage similar behavior during squabbles and if I need to break it down and explain why, then I do.
Anyway, my folks showed up early and we all chatted. Jamie decided not to go out tonight. Her tooth still hurts. I dug around and found my spine images, then decided to wash the baby clothes, since we needed to have some outfits ready to go in the hospital bag. We showed Jamie a few more nursery things, then everyone peeled off to go to bed.
I only got to talk to Ty for a few sentences -- he tried for 35 minutes to get online. Ridiculous. I also told my dad that he needed to call Time Warner, since he canceled U-verse. I can't believe we're paying $90/month for Ty to have internet that he can't get on and stay connected for an entire conversation.
My mom wants me to write a letter to put in the paper, but I have to email Ty some questions first.
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