The Queen's Rambles

What a fun day we’ve had today. NOT!

I woke up this morning around 6 am and stumbled into the bathroom. I noticed that I couldn’t stand up because the world was spinning, but it was 6 am so I didn’t think too much about it.

When I finally woke up at 9, courtesy of a boy tickling my feet, I realized all was not right with the world. I was so dizzy I was scared to walk down the stairs.

I finally made it, though it took a while and I was clinging to the railing with all my strength.

Just a hint: if you have vertigo, eat something ASAP. Puking up barely digested food is way, way, way better than puking up a prenatal vitamin from the night before.

Was that TMI?

The day continued along those lines. I was sad to miss our Halloween party, but it was rainy and gross so the party was cancelled anyway.

Poor Erik was trying so hard to be good and not bother me, but he loves to cuddle and wiggle and generally have body contact that makes me vomit. I can’t complain about him too much, though. He really did a fabulous job of entertaining himself and leaving me alone. He was also good for fetching water and blankets and he understood that he needed to stay away from me even if he was a bit confused. Taking care of a four year old while sick is about ten million times better than taking care of a baby or toddler while sick.

The poor boy kept asking me if I was sick because he was so crazy. Awwwww. My sweet, sweet boy. I hope he isn’t scarred for life. He kept asking why I was sick and I explained that when mommies have babies in their tummies they get sick a lot. So now he is mad at the baby. Smooth move, Mama Carrie.

I talked to the nurse line at my OB and they thought the problem was probably dehydration, which is common in pregnancy due to the increase of blood volume. I’ve been doing a lot of water drinking today and am feeling a whole lot better tonight. Also, Mike came home early and has been entertaining Erik for several hours so I haven’t had to do a lot of moving. Being still seems to be the best thing for me.

I’m so glad Erik is back to being a mostly good boy. He and I went to a birthday party on Saturday and he had a complete freakin’ meltdown because he didn’t get to blow out the candle. This was a party of one of the neighbors, so I guess it was a typical Indian party with a TON of guests. There had to be at least 25 kids there and almost all of them were with both a mom and a dad. I say I guess it is a typical Indian event because on movies and TV shows it seems like they have big parties, plus the last neighbor party we went to was like that. They also gave “return gifts” to all the children. Nice stuff, too, not a bag of plastic crap. No wonder the neighbor boy was disappointed at Erik’s party when the only goodies were stuff out of the pinata.

Anyway, Erik was crying and screaming and generally being a horror. I was trying to calm him down or escape from the room, but it was so packed there was no way out. Earlier in the night he had blown right in a little girl’s face, a behavior that is completely unacceptable and I think *knock on wood* I have extinguished, so by this point I was ready to skip the cake and take him home. But like I said, no escape! Another mom told the hostess to bring the candle and lighter and they let him blow out the candle. I thought that was really nice of them. I was conflicted since it was rewarding such horrible behavior, but they just wanted him to quit crying.

He ate his cake, then had another complete meltdown because a girl was looking at him. At that point I decided we were done and forced my way out of the room, with a screaming child attached to my front. Another neighbor ran up and asked if she and her two children could have a ride home even though she didn’t have car seats for them because she didn’t have a way home.

Talk about being put between a rock and a hard place. Let kids ride in my car with no car seat or look like a total bitch? I had a booster in the car, so Erik and the youngest boy each had a seat and we only had one totally illegal child in the car. Until the other kid escaped the seat belt and was dancing all around in my back seat while the mother just kept repeating “oh my god!” and laughing.

I was a little grouchy by the time I finally got home.

Scratch that.

I was ready to rip the balls off Satan himself by the time I got home.

But things are improving! Erik is suddenly listening a lot better and I am doing 1-2-3 Magic and things are just a lot happier around here.

We are starting to have an issue with lying, but at this point I know it is perfectly normal and not worth turning into some mega-battle. We talk about truth and fibs, but I’m not freaking out that he’s a liar.

Here’s an exchange from yesterday that amused me:

Erik walks in with candy pieces stuck all over his mouth
Me: Did you just eat candy?
Erik: No.
Me: But you have candy all over your face.
Erik runs to mirror and looks: No mommy, that’s not candy. That’s. . . . uh. . . pizza.
Me: Pizza? Where did you get pizza?
Erik, without skipping a beat: Mexico!

Don’t worry, we did have a talk about fibbing, though it totally flew over his head. He is pretty transparent in his desire to lie and trick me. This morning he kept telling me to just stay upstairs and he would get his own breakfast. Ha! I knew he was going to try to find his candy stash from a Halloween party on Sunday. A few minutes later he came in, very frustrated, wanting to know where I hid the candy.

Guess it is time to try to get Erik to bed. Here’s hoping tomorrow is a less spinny day.