Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Wasting Time

My living room is a tip, my kitchen looks like the one in Withnail and I, my laundry is piled up to my ears and the bathroom hasn't been cleaned in... a while. Yet what am I doing while Fifi sleeps? Surfing the 'net.

I am only going to be on the computer for a short time, though. I've promised myself. A load of laundry is in the wash too, which must count for something.

Okay, rather than trying to segue from topic to topic in any reasonable fashion, I'm just going to skip the formality and just say stuff.

Scott and I got new phones. They are hott.

I'm still hoping for a phone call from the Health Visitor in Gourock about training up with the Breastfeeding Network. But in my heart I'm afraid I've missed the call. I'm hardly ever home, and when I am, it seems the phone is always off the charger and dead. Why oh why didn't I give her my mobile number? (Not that that would help much since we just switched phones.) I really would like to do this. She asked a group of us at the Weaning Fayre I attended last week (or was it two weeks ago now?) who were breastfeeding if we'd be interested in starting a peer support group. I really wanted to do it. Also because I have a mom-crush on one of the other girls who was asked, and I totally wanted to become friends with her. But I haven't heard from them which means either a) they haven't called yet or b) you snooze, you lose. Or rather, you leave your house with no answering machine, you lose. Especially when you can't remember the woman's name to get ahold of her yourself.

I don't think we will ever get a new house. Not. Ever.

Especially not now that I'm a SAHM. I'm now technically, for all tax purposes, Scott's dependent. Ouch. There's some incentive for moms to stay home, eh?

Fifi has been barfing non-stop for a couple of weeks now. It's probably just GER (gastroesophaegeal reflux, however you spell that). The doc ordered infant Gaviscon for her, which I'm a bit wary about. I don't like the idea of pumping drugs into my three month old infant, even if it is harmless old Gaviscon. (Is it really harmless? Really?) I mean, babies have been throwing up since the dawn of man; surely she'll just grow out of it?

She's also got thrush, but again I haven't started her on the antibiotics yet, because I just feel funny about it. Maybe I'm taking this 'mother's intuition' a bit far, but I really don't want to give her antibiotics. Especially since the thrush isn't bothering her, and it hasn't passed on to me. Plus, I don't trust my doctor so much anymore after he assured me I can't get thrush from my breastfed infant. Um, hello? Missed that question on the MCAT, did ya? I'm hoping it'll either go away on its own, or if she begins to be bothered by it I can justify using gentian violet for it. ('They' say it's not necessary to treat thrush if it's not causing the infant any discomfort. I don't know who to trust - 'they' or 'they'?)

Oh goodness, look at me. Didn't I say I was only going to spend a few minutes on the computer? Fifi will be up any time now! Quick! Gotta unload the dishwasher!

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