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Apr. 14th, 2008 07:35 amTylenol sucks rocks for managing migraines. Also, my forearms ache this morning. I want my NSAIDs back.
Real update soon.
Real update soon.
Apr. 14th, 2008
Weekendiness
Apr. 14th, 2008 07:49 am1. Gosh, the weather was absolutely lovely all weekend. I hope it keeps up for a while.
2. It was a little too lovely on Saturday. I had to leave the soccer game (Quakes home opener at the Coliseum!) at halftime because my seat was right in the sun, and despite having dressed for the weather, I was overheating. I suppose I could have begged one of the Coliseum staff to reseat me in the shade -- pled my belly, as it were -- but the opportunity arose, and I took it.
3. I did do my outreach during the game, though, when I had a lovely chat with one of those staff members about why soccer was being played here, rather than int he Quakes' own stadium. That would be because the Quakes don't have their own stadium yet.
4. The heat, and the dehydration, and all of that stuff gave me a bit of a migraine on Saturday. And it came back on Sunday. And this morning. It was polite enough to wait until all my social obligations were fulfilled (well, except for Writers With Drinks, which I missed), at least. And, you know, the light sensitivity isn't so bad when it's the middle of the night. Although it's also a pretty reliable clue that you're migranified when you're shielding your eyes from the middle-of-the-night street glare coming in through the windows.
5. My nose seems finally almost completely clear, though. Damn allergies.
6. I finally made that lamb osso bucco, also known as lamb shank segments braised in the oven until they fall apart. G. declared it the best meat I've cooked yet. Following the recipe is a good example of the vagaries of cooking process, too -- the amount of meat I had was half of what the recipe called for. I more or less halved the recipe, then, but this resulted in almost all of the cooking liquid evaporating by the time the meat was done. Which left a delicious slurry of soft vegetables to act as a thick sauce instead. Which was fine. So there you go. Not what the recipe intended, but still kick-ass in the flavor department.
7. My breakfast is frozen.
8. As long as I was home and resting, I took the opportunity to call both sets of grandparents, my mom and dad, and my brother, whose birthday was yesterday (and who has a new puppy). My grandfather more or less said that they'd known about my pregnancy for "months," which, if you think about it, is pretty funny. the implication being, of course, that I had delayed telling them myself. Which is true, but unless time flows differently in the Central Valley, it's been a matter of weeks, not months.
9. I also learned that my cousin the fundie in Southern California beat me to giving that set of grandparents a great-grandkid, as of October last year.
10. And I haven't even gone into Friday.
2. It was a little too lovely on Saturday. I had to leave the soccer game (Quakes home opener at the Coliseum!) at halftime because my seat was right in the sun, and despite having dressed for the weather, I was overheating. I suppose I could have begged one of the Coliseum staff to reseat me in the shade -- pled my belly, as it were -- but the opportunity arose, and I took it.
3. I did do my outreach during the game, though, when I had a lovely chat with one of those staff members about why soccer was being played here, rather than int he Quakes' own stadium. That would be because the Quakes don't have their own stadium yet.
4. The heat, and the dehydration, and all of that stuff gave me a bit of a migraine on Saturday. And it came back on Sunday. And this morning. It was polite enough to wait until all my social obligations were fulfilled (well, except for Writers With Drinks, which I missed), at least. And, you know, the light sensitivity isn't so bad when it's the middle of the night. Although it's also a pretty reliable clue that you're migranified when you're shielding your eyes from the middle-of-the-night street glare coming in through the windows.
5. My nose seems finally almost completely clear, though. Damn allergies.
6. I finally made that lamb osso bucco, also known as lamb shank segments braised in the oven until they fall apart. G. declared it the best meat I've cooked yet. Following the recipe is a good example of the vagaries of cooking process, too -- the amount of meat I had was half of what the recipe called for. I more or less halved the recipe, then, but this resulted in almost all of the cooking liquid evaporating by the time the meat was done. Which left a delicious slurry of soft vegetables to act as a thick sauce instead. Which was fine. So there you go. Not what the recipe intended, but still kick-ass in the flavor department.
7. My breakfast is frozen.
8. As long as I was home and resting, I took the opportunity to call both sets of grandparents, my mom and dad, and my brother, whose birthday was yesterday (and who has a new puppy). My grandfather more or less said that they'd known about my pregnancy for "months," which, if you think about it, is pretty funny. the implication being, of course, that I had delayed telling them myself. Which is true, but unless time flows differently in the Central Valley, it's been a matter of weeks, not months.
9. I also learned that my cousin the fundie in Southern California beat me to giving that set of grandparents a great-grandkid, as of October last year.
10. And I haven't even gone into Friday.
And one more
Apr. 14th, 2008 08:40 amG. and I watched the Ricki Lake-produced homebirth documentary, The Business of Being Born, on Saturday night. Definitely opinionated, which is fine -- I like people with opinions. I'd recommend it to anyone interested in the subject matter, for sure. It's definitely informative and enlightening, even for those of us
(If I were to level one criticism, it would be very small and very high level -- I would have liked to see more links into our health care system in general and the way it does things, and how this affects hospital birth practices too. But that's OK. I can make those connections on my own.)
P.S. Told my mother I was skipping amniocentesis. We had a really interesting conversation about it, in which she supported me completely. (She opened with, "I was wondering what you were thinking about that.") She chose differently, and for good reasons, but her situation (over 40, previous problems) and my situation (under 40, no previous problems, twins) were different, and that's more or less what we discussed. It was nice to have such a high degree of mutual respect for our choices.
(If I were to level one criticism, it would be very small and very high level -- I would have liked to see more links into our health care system in general and the way it does things, and how this affects hospital birth practices too. But that's OK. I can make those connections on my own.)
P.S. Told my mother I was skipping amniocentesis. We had a really interesting conversation about it, in which she supported me completely. (She opened with, "I was wondering what you were thinking about that.") She chose differently, and for good reasons, but her situation (over 40, previous problems) and my situation (under 40, no previous problems, twins) were different, and that's more or less what we discussed. It was nice to have such a high degree of mutual respect for our choices.