judiism

i’m a pc … for now?

my computer might be dead.

i guess it should be - it’s at least 6.5 years old, at my conservative estimate.  and for some reason, as of a few weeks ago, it just won’t turn on.  i plugged it into every outlet on two different power strips, then tried skipping the power strip altogether and tried different outlets - which all work for different devices, lamps, etc., so no reason it shouldn’t work for the desktop - then changed the power cord, rinse, repeat… no luck.  no power whatsoever.

i’m perhaps not the least savvy computer user ever, but i’m not well versed in this at all - i’ve actually never ‘lost’ a computer in this way, so i have no idea how to proceed.  it’s a dell, it mayyy have been purchased at a best buy but i’m not even sure… i can still take it to geek squad though, right?  and see if they can at least recover my data?  is that the best option for me?

and then what?!  i was planning on having us save for (probably) a macbook later this year.  but now, with no working computer at home, do we take the financial plunge and just buy it, credit card bills be damned?

or do we buy something more financially responsible (another pc)?

or do we just wait?

so am i a pc?  or a mac?  i’m computer-less and confused.  send help.

non-stressed

here we are, 40w1d. this feels familiar now.

went to the dr’s office this morning for a non-stress test - they strap 2 monitors to my belly to track baby’s heart rate and any contractions i might have, and just have me sit there for about 20 minutes.

turns out i had a few contractions which i barely felt (just like last time) and heart rate and baby’s movement/kick count were totally normal.

the dr told us his official decision is the baby needs to get on out, she’s probably around 7.5lbs now but only getting bigger… and yet he doesn’t want to rush me being induced. so he’s giving me until thursday. we are to call the hospital early that morning, and they’ll tell us when it’s good to come in.

unless of course this little one decides to do something crazy and come on out before then.

so now we wait. what on earth am i supposed to do these next 3 days?!

opey dope

a few weeks ago, greg had picked harley up from day care, and when i got home he said, “she’s been singing something that ends with OPEY DOPE.  do you know what that is?”

she heard him say this and thought ‘opey dope’ was just about the funniest thing she’d ever heard.  she went around saying ‘opey dope’ and giggling like crazy.

finally a few days later she started singing ‘i’ve been working on the railroad,’ which ends with the lyric,

strumming on the old banjo

we were both standing there, and as soon as she sung it, greg shouted, “that was it! that was the song she was singing. what did she just sing?”

old banjo, greg. not opey dope. old banjo.

but opey dope is way funnier.  we still say it just to get a giggle out of her.

AHH THANK YOU

you totally just reminded me i was supposed to call her today!

[redacted] the whole time i was in labor, i was pissed that i haven’t cleaned the house and the housekeeper was not scheduled.

sorry in advance

i seem to recall some people on tumblr having a problem with mentions of dilation and other things of the tmi-pregnant variety.

well, sorry.

i have to know, tumblr mamas? how quickly did you go from 2cm to baby?  i wasn’t feeling at all like we’d meet this little girl before sunday (i mean, the doctor predicted it and everything, come on), but greg just called and told me that ‘EVERYONE HE TALKED TO’ said we’ll be having a baby tonight.

um… yikes?

on a scale of one to COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY RIDICULOUS, how bad is it that i’m disappointed i didn’t get my nails done today? (i was going to do it tomorrow afternoon.)

just to be safe, all three camera batteries just went on their chargers.  i just had the car seat installed this morning, so i mean this would be particularly slick timing on the part of this little person.  but i’m not ready!!  sunday!  sunday i’ll be ready, i swear!

and just in case, i’ll probably ask greg to handle dinner/bedtime so i can go get a manicure.  better safe than sorry.

COME OUT COME OUT

there might be a baby on SUNDAY!

that’s the doctor’s prediction, anyway.  i’m going with it.

1/15/12… let’s do this.

on delegating

my boss has given *me* the responsibility of deciding who (of the 2 others on my team) should be managing which accounts of mine, while i’m out.

this is proving to be a lot more stressful of a situation than i anticipated.

i was feeling motivated when i got here

now … not so much.