Yes Indeed

Baby girl is here (a little early) and she's adorable!  She's wearing a little pink dress right now.  Everything turned out fine with her birth, but there was some dramatic moments here and there throughout the 31 hours we spent in the hospital until she was born.  And the drama didn't end there.  A few days after we got home, I had dinner at 11pm.  About an hour later, my palms and soles of my feet started to itch.  Then they started to swell.  Then my tongue started to itch.  Then my stomach started to hurt.  Then my tongue started to swell.  And that's when I said, "let's go to the ER".  We went, and I knew I wasn't overreacting when, after asking a few questions, they skipped the triage section and took me directly to an ER bed.  I got an IV with a couple medicines, at least one shot, and they kept us there for maybe six hours.  I started to feel better soon after I got the medicine, and we slept for the rest of the time.  They told me it was a severe allergic reaction and sent me home with some epipens and the warning that the next time will be worse.  Since I don't know what triggered this, I am currently subsisting on select fruit, oatmeal, rice, and venison... all without spices, sauces, salt, anything.  Needless to say, this is a diet I never wanted and I am already almost back to my pre-pregnancy weight.  I never thought I would cook a meal for myself in such a way specifically to get all the fat and calories out of it.  I just hope I can keep my appointment with the allergist this week so I can start eating like a normal person again.  I'm so tempted to just cut a slice of the coffee cake on the table and say, "screw this, whatever happens, happens."  I'm exhausted, I'm weak, I'm hungry, I'm tired, I'm cold, I'm sometimes in pain, I'm usually sore, but that little stinker-girl is so totally worth it.

In other news, there is no other news.  Baby and allergies, that's all I have. 

Not Yet

It's officially spring in our house now that I've finally put away all the Christmas/winter/holiday/festive stuff.  Don't worry, the tree has been packed away for a while now.  But last week, I put away the remaining snowman things, the bright red cloth table things, and a winter scene candle holder from Germany.

What's even less fun than the stomach flu?  The stomach flu while pregnant, of course!  Yes, yes, I had the pleasure of experiencing that joy last week.  The only upside was being able to sit all day, guilt free in the recliner watching The West Wing.  I have no idea how I got it, but I guess those things just happen.

No baby yet, but I hear it could be any day now or in as much as a month.  We need to keep working on her room!  And by "we", I really mean "I".

There was a girl on the Today Show because she wrote something that was published in the Wall Street Journal about not being accepted to certain Ivy League colleges.  She claims it was because she didn't help fill their diversity quota and that she didn't have certain experiences or activities.  Judging by her academics, I would say she's more than qualified (more than perfect GPA, high test scores, interesting extracurricular activities).  And it makes me mad that she wasn't accepted because she was honest.  I know of people that have significantly padded their experiences, volunteer work, etc., played up their ethnic heritage (to which they have little or no connection), or who have actually had someone else fill out their application and write their essays for them.  And they were accepted to their goal universities even though, in the end, they were probably no better than this girl.  How fair is that?  You say it's a dog eat dog world and you have to do what you have to do to get ahead?  I say it's dishonest.  And, I know this comparison is a little exaggerated  but it reminds me of my own experience, not with colleges but with the idiotic NHS in high school.  What more could I have done to qualify for that silly club?  And despite everything, they still rejected me.  Three times.  Yes, three ridiculous times.  Granted, all I wanted it for was to wear the sash thing at graduation, but still.

I don't know if I've talked about this before, but The Hobbit really could've been better.  They didn't need all that extra stuff that was added in.  Some was interesting, some was unnecessary.  I also didn't like the parts that resembled The Lord of the Rings.  The part that really annoyed me was when Gandalf yelled in Bilbo's house.  It was exactly like the in The Fellowship of the Ring.  Another one was when the elves on horseback encircle the dwarves at Rivendell, which is reminiscent of Eomer and his followers encircling Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli.  Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest had the same issues.  It took too much from the first movie: jokes, movies, lines.  Also, Radagast was ridiculous.  The mountain giant things were not needed.  I liked the Dwarf music theme, though.  Really, The Hobbit should have been made into two movies instead of three.