Good news: I went to the dentist about that chipped tooth, and it "only" needed a replacement filling, not a crown. So it was "only" $250--but that's a heck and a half better than it could have been.
Bad news: We thought Paul had paid vacation time saved up, since he never uses any. He took 8 days off from work when Henry was born. We just got his paycheck and there's no vacation time on it. I thought it was a problem of Paul forgetting to tell his employer he wanted to use vacation time. Paul thinks it's a problem of not having any vacation time, possibly because of vacation time expiring, unpaid, when it's not used, or for some other stressful reason.
Good news: It looks like our new insurance does not have higher copays for office visits, even though they told us it would.
Bad news: They were also wrong about the monthly employee contribution being lower.
Good news: The library was having a book sale, and I got 19 new-looking children's books for $7.
Bad news: Rob lost a library book. I'm feeling that compulsion to keep looking and looking and looking for it.
Good news: Less than a week until the trip to my cousin's wedding (I'm going with my parents, Edward, and Henry), and I'm still glad I'm going. I think it's going to be fun. My parents and I are buying lots of treats for the car ride, and my mom and I saved up a whole bunch of trashy celebrity magazines to read.
Bad news: I tried on the dress I was planning to wear to the wedding, and it looks terrible on me. I'd thought the high-waisted style would be kind to my postpartum figure, but actually it looks maternity. Also, I'm not sure why I ever bought such an ugly dress.
Good news: I have a skirt and shirt that I bought a long time ago because they looked cute even though they didn't suit the occasion I was shopping for that day. I tried them on, and they're PERFECT. Not only does the skirt hide my tum, it's long and I won't have to wear nylons, and also the shirt totally emphasizes my great breastfeeding rack.
Bad news: I'm pretty sure my incision is infected. It started getting bad on Friday at 5:00. I am not kidding: my body knows office hours, and is mean to me. I've never had an incision get infected before, so now I'm worrying about hysterectomies performed in a last-ditch effort to save my life. Also, I'm worried that this will mean something bad for the trip.
Good news: I have Demer0l.
Bad news: Henry already looks older. He's not even 2-1/2 weeks old and he's lost some of that itsy newborn look.
Good news: Henry nursed for a long time last night, and I was up until 11:30 nursing him--but then he slept until 7:00 this morning.
Bad news: I'm practically blowing off Father's Day. I kept forgetting to have the kids make cards or even to have them tell me what to buy. Last night I got Paul a bag of Doritos, a bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, and a box of Gobstoppers. The kids didn't even choose it, and I think of that as being the number-one most important thing for a Father's Day present: that the children be involved in the selection.
Good news: Who the hell cares? I'm okay with this plan for this year. At least he's getting something.
Bad news: I'm having a problem with Blogger: it's really really slow to show what I'm typing. Paul thinks the problem might be with my computer, not with Blogger. Either way, I don't know what's wrong or how to fix it. Also, I'm getting a headache.
Good news: I have a big bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. (Not Paul's.)
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 2 of 2 - Last week I talked about the gifts we were getting/considering for Edward, who is turning 8 next month. This week it’s Elizabeth’s turn: not “girl gifts,” ...