somedays… you’re just wrong.

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the past few days, i’ve been playing a major game of phone tag.

(i’m still playing, actually…)

i’ve tried it all– email.  text.  calling.

the emails get lost.

the texts get returned.

and the calls… well, they were the really weird part of this whole game.

i’d call.

it’d ring.

then it go to voicemail.

“you have reached the wrong number.  please leave a message.”

this recording confused me… every time i called and heard that message, i thought to myself a couple of thoughts.

is this a joke?

is this really the right number?

and most predominantly:

how would they know if i called the wrong number?

so… i never left a message.

meanwhile, back at the computer screen, i typed an email and sent it to this person (who i haven’t met), explaining to her my dilemma of texts and the mysterious voicemail message.

i got a reply today.

(and before you think i’m just stalking this poor person, let me mention that she has been trying to call me, leaving me messages, texting me, too… so no stalking.  just phone tagging.)

as soon as i got her email, life began making much more sense.

you see, i never knew this person’s last name… until i received the electronic response.

when she signed her last name.

WONG.

WONG?!

as soon as i saw it, i face-palmed myself…

and then began to laugh.

the message wasn’t “you have reached the wrong number…”  it was “you have reached the WONG number.”
and the sad part is, i explained the whole dilemma to the lady so she knows exactly what an idiot i was and why i never left a message…
oddly enough, i really don’t feel too too embarrassed.
i find the situation too funny and ironic for that.  :)

 

from my computer to yours… (weekend links, may 11-13)

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i’ve read some very fun/interesting/thought-provoking/random articles recently… and thought i’d share.

15 delicious non-alcoholic spritzers, sodas, and mocktails: just because we’re baptists (and/or pregnant) doesn’t mean we can only drink sweet tea

the you snooze, you lose app: what my husband should never, ever, everevereverever get me for a birthday/anniversary/mother’sday/christmas/because-he-loves-me present.  ever.  unless he doesn’t want to eat due to a completely drained banking account.  (granted, if it goes into savings, i suppose that would kick our debt in the rear end.  or… actually get me to get up on time.)

(yes, i’m the kind that sets the alarm for 15 minutes early just so i can have time to hit the snooze.)

(don’t judge.)

return to mystery: getting God out of the black-and-white box and accepting His beautiful, unanswerable mystery back into our lives

mourning with those who mourn on mothers day: an excellent article that asks for sensitivity in the celebration

 

 

music to my ears…

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today, i had my 12 week appointment with my OB.

even though it wasn’t an extremely “special” appointment– no ultrasound, no finding out the gender– b came with me.

i really appreciate his support.  he knows that if i’m forced to hear static instead of a heartbeat again, i don’t want to hear it alone.

this appointment had a few good milestones.

1) i haven’t gained any weight yet.  :)  (that might be bad for some pregnant women at this point… but it’s not for me.)

2) my blood pressure was 121/74! (since the miscarriage, ever since i’ve walked into my OB’s office, i could literally feel my heartbeat in my ears and my breath shorten.  then they want to take my blood pressure?!  hahahaha…) today was the first time since then that i’ve had normal numbers.  it was nice to know that, even though the negative feelings with the first experience will never be forgotten, that my mind (and my body) are allowing hope and rest in again.

3) we heard our baby’s heartbeat.  :)  after a disclaimer that, sometimes, the machine has a heart time picking up the baby, the OB was able to find it right away…

“wow!  you’re good!” i told her.

“i’m awesome!” was her reply.  :)

and i just laid there and listened to our baby’s heart loud and clear…

at a beautiful 155 bpm.

it was so… comforting.

so, so comforting.

:)

if only it were just in the morning…

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this morning sickness stuff is no joke.

maybe it isn’t that big of a deal for some people who are used to throwing up.

but you see, i’m not.

i’ve never been the “stomach sick” type.

i’m the respiratory-sickness type.  you know…

the sinus infection, bronchitis, allergy-suffering type.

the only times i’ve thrown up since i was five was when i had an allergic reaction to medication after i had my wisdom teeth taken out… and the time i had food poisoning and found my head lodged in a bush outside of a hotel, puking like a college student with a hangover.  (true story.)

so, this whole puking-once-or-sometimes-more-a-day thing is getting pretty old.

it’s amazing how fast one can fling themselves across the house to the nearest commode (or, if desperate times call for desperate measures… a kitchen sink).

seriously.

i think there should be an olympic event for first trimester expecting mothers.  for small distances (say, from bed to bathroom), there can be the timed sprint category… and for long distances (say laundry room to bathroom), there can be more of a timed long-run category.  (this category is harder, due to remarkable ability to keep “the cookies,” despite the combination of stomach lurching and running).

i’ve tried several tricks:

crackers by the bed? check.

candied ginger? check.

chewing gum? check.

eating as soon as you get up? check.

some days they work…

and some days, they don’t.

gotten sick after eating crackers by the bed?  check.

gotten sick after slowly chewing candied ginger?  check.

gotten sick after chopping non-mint gum?  check.

gotten sick after eating as soon as waking?  check.  (gotten sick while waiting for food to cook 15 seconds in the microwave?  double check.)

gotten sick while taking a shower and calling out between heaves for my husband to bring me crackers?  check.  check.  check…

don’t even ask me how you can get sick to your stomach when there is *nothing* in your stomach… but you can, my friends.

you most definitely can.

so, if there are any experienced mommies out there that have any suggestions (besides the ones listed above) for stopping my stooping to the porcelain god in my bathroom, i will take almost anything that is suggested…

unless it has to do with eggs…

or ground beef…

or large amounts of dried fruit…

<<GAG>>

 

change of plans…

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well, i just got word that my original plans for the summer have, well… stopped.

i was supposed to be teaching a couple of summer courses, but unless enrollment multiplies several times over, they are going to be dropped.  (it seems like summer enrollment is down across the board anyway… not just with my classes, and not just with speech.)

this is a bummer.

because b&i were kinda needing/wanting that money.

you know…

for groceries and car payments and stuff.

(in all honestly, we will be okay… but this definitely slows down the progress we were making from finally kicking that last amount of lingering debt in the butt.)

so, on a whim, i put some adds on craigslist with some baby-type murals/projects i have completed in the past, such as:

a birdie and tree mural…

a Curious George mural… (complete with additional kites)

and some letters i’ve done for a nursery.

i hesitated putting myself out there at all because:

1) i have so many gifted artsy friends with fancy degrees that any ability i do have looks like a kindergartener’s attempt at a stick figure

and

2) i have a hard time actually trying something that isn’t predictable or doesn’t produce reliable results financially.

but, like i said, i put myself out there… and so far, i’ve actually gotten a couple of nibbles.

so, we’ll see.

if this actually works, it will be nice to use the artsy part of my brain for a while and do something creative.

and… it will be a nice excuse to think about my own nursery.  :)

in the meantime, if you have any friends having babies (or if you are), and you want some letters or stuff done… try here first.  :)

http://greenville.craigslist.org/bab/2987526476.html

http://greenville.craigslist.org/bab/2987556796.html

http://greenville.craigslist.org/bab/2987571715.html

if you want to, anyway.  :)