I sign on and feel that every post is this complainy bitching moment. So despite a backlog of other crappy things I would normally commit to this sphere, I will spend a few minutes on the happy notes.
Lots of mama being said around here. E means it when she says it and sounds like a little Italian. Imagine the phrase "mama mia" and cut off the "mia" and that's her inflection. Adorable. It is causing global warming, as I write this as there is some sun bursting through a cloud to rain joy in a desolate land.
She's picking up lots of words. Attempting funny ones. Umbrella is a favorite as she says it as "u-lellow." What's remarkable is how many times I can get her to repeat some attempted words to refine her pronunciation. She's clearly confused because of signing "milk" and meaning bottle (I think) or that she's thirsty. It frustrates her a great deal that we are not understanding her. She talks. A lot. She loves trying to communicate and seems to be thrilled when she gets across that she wants the fan in the other room turned on and the spoon on daddy's plate with a blueberry to eat.
On the not-so-hot front, E came down with the hand, foot, mouth disease this week. So far, it seems mild and I have an idea our playdate with another family was the source, but have resigned our roles as lepers for the time being. Nanny share starts Monday, which with contagiousness, I am guessing will be Wednesday at the earliest. Amid misery, there are these sweet fever cuddles where E mumbled herself to sleep on my shoulder saying, "ma-ma-ma, ma-ma, ma-ma-ma." It's a good life if you can get it.
My GP said no to a few folic acid and b vitamin tests. I went rogue and ordered some from the internet. I feel I am in a land of new kinds of crazy. I ordered my own AMH as well. See? CRAZY.
The bill for my emergency tube removal came in and it cost 2x the price of my emergency C-section. I will create a new term for this, "adding insult to infertility."