It's just not the best day, that's all. Here's how it was supposed to go. I had one not-so-pleasant task on tap for the day, which was to take Kaleigh over to the hospital at 8:30 in the morning for an echo cardiogram. It wasn't something I was horribly worried about, but...sort of. No one likes to think their baby might have a heart problem. In Kaleigh's case, there was a slight question when she was born of her right heart ventricle being enlarged. She also had an arhythmia, with her heart skipping every 20th beat, which apparently is not a big deal, a lot of people walk around with arhythmias and have no idea, and it's just not usually a problem. But, an echo was ordered to see what was up. And, the verdict is that Kaleigh's heart is fine. For some reason, though, the pediatriac cardiologist seemed irritated that Kaleigh was crying. Now, I can see that the test results aren't going to come out as good when the child is crying, but for pete's sake. A cold room, strange people arranging little stickers and wires all over you? Of course the baby's going to cry, so why the annoyance? Whatever. Healthy baby heart, that's a pretty damn good birthday present.
After the heart thing, I was basically just supposed to go about my day, maybe watch Ferris Bueller per annual Penelo-birthday tradition. Shop with LKT at Barnes & Noble, for which I have an exciting gift certificate, and then later, go out on a "date" with Scott. Like actually leave the house, sans baby, for the first time since we've had her. Scott's mom was going to babysit, we were going to dinner, to a place that was a surprise. Way exciting. But, poor Scott is randomly, violently ill. We think it's food poisoning. All we do know is that he can barely move.
It's fun times at the L-beam house. We've been watching DVR'd eps of Survivor: Pearl Islands. Well, I have. Scott's kind of missing it. And Kaleigh's a little fussbudget. And I'm trying not to pull my hair out.
At this point it doesn't even look like I'm going to get a shower, much less a dinner more exciting than macaroni and cheese.
Anyway anyway anyway. Drinks tomorrow night will have to be on hold for the time being. No chiminea and beer for Penelope. Dumb even-numbered birthdays, I knew it!!
Wah.
Signing off from the Land of Birthday Suckitude,
Penelo-whine
7 comments:
Happy Birthday, Pen! I'm sorry that everything's falling apart. Maybe you should watch Sixteen Candles - it's a good birthday-suck movie that will make you feel good in the end. Because let's face it. Even with that weird hairdo and those funny little deck shoes, Michael Schoeffling is HOT.
We'll just reschedule your birthday until Scott can toughen up, quit puking, and grow some balls. It's your birthday for goodness sake.
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Augh!
Tell us about the other even numbered birthday bleahs.
Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Penelope, Happy Birthday to you!
(Kaleigh knows that you are bummed and is sharing the angst with you.)
I did just read the chapter of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince where Ron first eats half a box of love-potion-spiked Chocolate Cauldrons, causing him to fall in love with Romilda Vane, and then after getting the antidote in Slughorn's office, drinks the poison-laced glass of oak mead, which causes him to foam at the mouth and almost die, save for Harry finding the bezoar and stuffing it down his throat. All on his birthday. So I feel slightly better. Who better to share Birthday Suckitude with than Ronald Weasley.
One year my mom took us to Utah for Ski Week (omg, how terribly snobby does that sound?) and we watched Sixteen Candles on the VCR. The next day was my brother's birthday. Guess who forgot it? That's right. My mom. He was being a brat (we were like 8) and she threatened to not let him ski and finally he was like, "IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!"
See what you have to look forward to?
Happy Birthday!!!!
Fear not! The Scott brother husband daddy monster will make it up to you I am sure. And if the mummykins doesn't reschedule the whole babysitting thing, get daddums to threaten her with no peanut M&M's! (right, like you'd ever have to force her to watch the baby haha)
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