The Day of a Dozen Things

Whew!  Busy day.  And looking around the house, it looks like I haven't accomplished a damn thing.

Days like this I like to call the Day of a Dozen Things.  It's the day where you finally get around to doing all of those little things that have been stacking up.  All those things that you keep meaning to do but somehow find that another day has gone by in which you did not in fact do the thing.

My day of a dozen things included:

• Picking up prescriptions
• Picking up packing tape
• Ordered boxes and stamps from the post office
• Deposited a check
• Put the laundered puppy pads where they belong instead of hanging over the sink
• Laundry (Keith did most of it, but I remembered the bathmat!)
• Put the shelves back in place that were used at the craft fair
• Contacted customers about their pottery being ready
• Remade some test tiles for glazes I want to double check
• Organized the glaze area a little bit
• Made the phone calls necessary to figure out how to submit a bunch of medical claims
• Prepared the paperwork for the medical claims (have to wait for them to send me papers for prescription claims)
• Told Cosmo I'm no longer a Cosmo girl and to cancel my subscription.  What can I say, I'm just no longer interested in the 13 moves he can't resist.
• Called my Wednesday video client to confirm
• Cleaned my Oct and Nov 2010 video footage archives of materials I'm no longer required to keep
• Looked at a couple of bank accounts and panicked.  Not very useful, but it needs to be done every so often.
• Put roll of paper towels on paper towel holder
• Moved some pottery tools into the pottery studio

And I'm gonna admit it.  Half of these things I did while in the middle of writing this list specifically so I would get more done and make the list more impressive.

On my next day of a dozen things:

• Figure out just what exactly is piled on the dresser and where that stuff is supposed to live
• Find a place for my giant rolls of bubble wrap to live
• Get the rest of my pottery listed for sale before I get yet another kiln load of product to deal with
• Start website for pottery to supplement my Artfire site.
• Beg everyone who reads this blog to purchase their Christmas presents from my Artfire site.  Oh, I guess I can cross that off the list now huh?
• Determine what I want to make consistently and get my shop filled up with that stuff
• Figure out how to best use the rolling cart that KM gave me
• Figure out where my shipping boxes should live
• Clear out the shelves in my office of crap that no one needs
• Catch up on my shredding of documents that have account numbers on them
• Figure out how to ship this big ass vase so I can finally list it for sale

Wheeeee!

Oops

I finally got around to making Frango pie.  You guys know, that massively rich dessert that I've been looking forward to for months?  Yeaaaaah, that one.

So I made it today knowing that K would be exhausted when he got home from work and could use a treat.  There was so much filling that there was enough for 2 clear glasses to serve as a chocolate mousse.

Tonight, we dug into the mousse servings while watching Survivor.

Then, about halfway through my serving (no one can eat a full serving of this stuff, it's just not possible), it dawns on me, this has raw eggs in it.  And at no point in the making of Frango Pie do the eggs ever go through the cooking process.  Shit, I just ate raw eggs.  And I can't have any more of this massive, rich, delicious pie that I made.

I'm sad I can't have anymore.  I haven't had this in years and I've really been looking forward to it.  And now, that pie is gonna be cut up and left in the breakroom at K's work for his coworkers to enjoy tomorrow.

But the big thing, I'M FREAKING OUT!!!  I'm practically convinced that I just poisoned my babies with a couple of bites that included some raw egg.  SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!  Frak.  And this after going through everything in the medicine cabinet labeling it pregnancy safe or not.  And what do I do?  I make a salmonella pie.  I'm an idiot!

Thanks guys

I really appreciate all of you showing your support after I got a sucky comment.  I want to personally thank all of you who have come out of the lurking woodwork to say hi, to let me know that you're here, and to offer your well-wishes for my current pregnancy.  It's so nice to meet all the new names, and I hope you'll stay delurked!

It feels really weird to say I'm pregnant, current pregnancy, etc etc.  I'm not even five weeks along until tomorrow so it just still seems so tentative.  I almost feel like I ain't got no pregnancy cred until I reach 10 weeks or something.  Until then, I'm not really, really pregnant, I'm just kinda sorta maybe pregnant.

Except that my sleep habits are totally different, my taste buds started to shift today (white mochas are becoming gross again), my abdomen is just panging here and squeezing there from time to time, my nose is completely full so I'm sneezing, my back hurts, and I'm now likely to fall asleep if I sit on the couch too long.

Oh yeah, and the great abstinence experience as begun.  I've mentioned this before, but here's what's up for those who are unaware.

During my last pregnancy, every orgasm lead to extremely painful cramps.  To the point that I pretty much lost all my mojo.  It's hard to want to get to the sexual finish line when you're going to be kicked in the gut immediately after crossing it.  And we lost the last pregnancy due to infection.  So even though we're pretty sure we would be told it's ok, neither K nor I can feel good about having a second persons germs anywhere near my general panty area.  So the intention of the next 9 months (plus birthing recovery time) is to keep my panties on regardless of what activities we may wish to engage in.

I'm usually a zero libido kind of gal so this didn't bother me at all.  But now that we're there, now that we're abstaining........methinks we may need to revisit this idea cuz it's not sitting as well with me that I expected it to.

*sigh*  I think I'll go chew some ice or something.

Dear Anonymous

Hey guys!  I got my first "you suck" style comment!  I feel like a real blogger now!  Cuz you're not a real blogger until someone thinks you suck for some stupid reason and takes time out of their busy busy day to tell you so.

Here's what Anonymous had to say about my last post -

While I think it's great that you are FINALLY happy about SOMETHING, I think it's a shame that you were so cruel in the past, when it came to other pregnant women. How would you feel now, if someone says they hate you because of your pregnancy? Remember that song, Pregnant Women Are Smug?

So I shall respond.

Dear Anonymous,


Bwah ha ha ha ha ha!!!!  Really?  You're taking the time out to tell me that my miserable struggle wasn't a happy enough journey for you?  Ex-best-friend PR, is that you?  The idiocy of this post really does sound like you.

Pregnant people ARE smug.  PR sure was.  I certainly was.  And I most likely will be again.  Odds are, a lot of people are going to find me really irritating because of it.  Saying so isn't cruel.  Shoving a branding iron in someones eye is cruel, posting a silly little video that teases a very common annoying personality trait is hardly cruel.  And it's not like I went running around to pregnancy blogs making bitchy comments.  In what way have I been CRUEL?

People are perfectly welcome to hate me for being pregnant.  I said long before I got pregnant that I expect a few "fuck yous" to be flung my way when I get my baby.  I'm rather shocked that instead of losing readers by announcing my BFP, I actually gained 2.  I still expect many of my IF friends to get sick of pregnancy posts and drop me from their newsfeed if I'm lucky enough to continue making pregnancy posts for a few more weeks.  And I'll feel perfectly fine with that.  I've dropped other people from my reading list when they became a pregnancy blog because at the time, their experience was no longer relevant to mine.

However, I'm very curious as to your motivations.  Clearly you haven't just stumbled across my blog for the first time today and decided to comment.  You remember a post from a while back, and you know my blog well enough to know the general tone tends to not be a happy one.  And yet you've continued to read it.  And you've chosen to now tell me that I've been cruel in the past, to imply that I've been annoying you with all of my unhappy drama. Why haven't you mentioned these things before if they were bugging you or called me out for being cruel when I was actually being cruel?  And why, pray tell, have you chosen not to assign your identity to your crappy comment?  Most people would either just stop reading something that bugged them, or they would own up to their opinion when they expressed it, you have done neither.

So, Anonymous, who are you and what is your problem?

Sincerely,
Smugly Pregnant in Infertility Land