Everybody loves random, right?
Thursday night was my turn to put Mia to bed, which I did knowing that Owen was almost certain to wake up while I was so occupied and be famished since it had been nearly four hours since he had eaten. When I finally finished reading stories, singing songs, adding to the amazing saga of Hoppity the Bunny and rubbing Mia's back, I went downstairs to find Chris holding a very grumpy looking baby chomping discontentedly on a pacifier. When he saw me, Owen flipped out - grunting and squirming and looking like if wishing were enough to make it so he would fling himself straight into my arms. Now, I know he was only going for the milk and has no particular affection for me, but I am still thrilled because my baby recognized me.
I went to the doctor yesterday (never get this, it sucks, but if you are going to get it, make sure not to do so while pregnant or nursing because then there isn't a hot damned thing you can do about it) (also, it took me much longer than it should have to find that link because I was thinking of the wrong Latin roots, would it really be so hard for doctors to spell this shit for you? I mean, they must know that everyone is going right home to google it) and I haven't been there in a while and now they have this bizarre checklist that they give you when you check in where you are supposed to indicate the symptoms you are currently experiencing. I cannot for the life of me figure out the value of this process, but I had to wait a while so I read through the list. In the "men's health" section, there was a place to check off "libido" but the "women's health" section was just things like "PMS" and "the vapors." Why is libido an accepted medical issue for men and not for women? Oh right, because we are supposed to just drink a glass of wine and get on with it. I am going to have to switch doctors on the grounds that mine is apparently a sexist asshole.
Mia got into our chosen preschool for next year. Granted, the only entrance requirement for this preschool is "can your mommy write a check?" but there was a lottery and a wait list so we are relieved to have gotten in, especially since it was the only place we applied (shut up, I was hugely pregnant).