I’ve made the decision that it’s time to chop my hair off again. I can’t afford the shampoo’s necessary for artificial blonde up-keep and as a result the ends of my hair are dry and fried. I was talking to my hair dresser yesterday and I think we’re going to cut it as short as possible while still having enough to frame my face. The lack of length will be great for the summer and also for the health of my hair. I also think I’m going to either retire the blonde or throw in some darker colors to kind of neutralize it. It’s been a while since I’ve had it colored, let alone trimmed, and I am WAY overdue. I’m just waiting on a day that she’s free to come to the house. We have a system. I supply her with the money for the supplies and a bottle of wine, and she comes over and works her stylist magic on my head. It’s a lovely system and it saves me A LOT of money.
I’m so glad it’s Friday. This week has been a long one. Between my being incredibly ill on Sunday, out of work on Monday, and Tim getting sick on Wednesday, it’s been an exhausting week for the house. Padfoot still has his cold, too, which is worrying me because Puck was able to shake it off so quickly. If he’s not looking considerably better by tomorrow I’m going to call the vet. I was really hoping not to have another random bill this month so we could try to build up some kind of buffer in our checking account, but unless Paddy seems better tomorrow it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen.
Work’s been fine this week. Everyone seems to be in a really good mood and the closer it gets to Friday the happier everyone gets. I forget sometimes that some of the staff work weekends still, so when I come in all, “TGIF EVERYONE!” I need to stop being surprised when I get a round death glares from various people. Today is going to be busy. I know we have at least 4 patients being discharged and with a census of only 16 when I left last night, that leaves room for 8 more patients to come onto the unit (we can hold 20 max). But we’ll see. The past few weeks really haven’t been bad in terms of admissions/discharges. I don’t think I’ve done more than 2 admissions in a night since the beginning of April, and that speaks for a nice, relaxing evening. :] I’m so glad I enjoy my job now.
Speaking of, we should be getting our raises and our retro-active pay in the next 2 weeks. I’m hoping to see my hourly go up to at least 13.50 (it’s not a lot, I know) and Tim’s to go up to at least 12. Either way, the raise is going to help us out so much and make it a lot easier and faster for us to save the money we need for my maternity leave. Once we have that we can actually start buying things for the baby.
I got to see a bunch of my old co-workers on the medical floor yesterday. My best friend, who is the day shift secretary on the med floor, called me before work and asked if I could see her before heading up to psych. Yesterday was the 8-year anniversary of her mother’s passing and she was having a really bad day. Her mother was one of the kindest, funniest, sweetest women I’ve ever had the good fortune of meeting and she loved her daughter more than life itself. So when I got to work, I wrapped my arms around her and gave her the longest, tightest hug I could muster. That poor girl has been through hell and back and if the only thing she asks of me is a hug before I have to start my shift, I’d be one shitty person if I couldn’t make the time for it. We’re going to spend the weekend together, too. I’m not sure what we’re doing yet, but I think we might go visit her mom’s grave and plant some flowers. I just wish there was more I could do for her.
Everything aside, it’s been an okay week. I’m feeling better (though my heart burn is unrelenting for most of the day) and even though I was sick on Sunday, I’m glad that I was able to hear Little’s HB again. I was thinking about it yesterday and it’s been over a month since we’ve heard Little and over a month and a half since we’ve seen him/her. I’m kind of an anxious person (though I’m really working on that) and I tend to catastrophize things a lot. I think part of the reason I was so adamant about going to the ER on Sunday was because part of my neurotic brain needed to hear the HB and know that Little was okay. It’s been less than a week and I’m starting to worry again. The HB was 147, which is totally acceptable for this stage of development, and even still I keep researching and double checking to make sure. I know I’m driving myself crazy but I guess it’s a good sign. This little bell pepper inside of me means more to me than anything in the world and I don’t even know if it’s a boy or girl yet. (Though, I have to be honest, I REALLY think it’s a girl.)
That’s another thing! I have 5 more days until I get to find out whether Little is a Little boy, or a Little girl! I don’t have that kind of patience! I don’t have a choice, but the anticipation is killing me! Tim and I just sat down and made a list of names we like. This is what we have so far:
Boy Names:
Declan
Cullen
Desmond
Orin
Ultan
Girl Names:
Autumn
Lily
Sage
Lorelynn
Rhea
Okay, I’m done rambling. I’m just so excited! 5 more days!!
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