Usually December 23rd is spent in a frenzy of baking, wrapping, last minute shopping and just general. . . frenziness.<\/p>\n
This year was a lot different. There was no last minute shopping! There was also no baking. I’m a little sad about that one, but my friend is providing the Christmas dessert and we are going out of town December 26 so we don’t need a lot of junk hanging around the house. Plus, I don’t have much of a sweet tooth these days, so that makes baking less of a priority.<\/p>\n
Wrapping? Well there was plenty of that. This year, though, I didn’t buy Erik nearly as many gifts. I probably spent about the same amount of money, just on better quality items. He doesn’t play with toys much anyway, so what’s the point of populating our house with more junk? I want to get rid of most of the toys, but maybe the baby girl will actually like them. I don’t know.<\/p>\n
Anyway, I had a totally weird experience at the OB this morning.<\/p>\n
First, I was down in weight again! I’m really glad. I was afraid I would balloon up, but I am probably just losing all my muscle since I’m not lifting so much weight anymore.<\/p>\n
The doctor finally came in, did a quick Doppler listen and then made a huge, gross face in regards to the mole on my stomach. I suppose it is kind of big and gross, but it never occurred to me to have it removed. It’s on my stomach, so who ever sees it? Mike, I suppose, but he has even more moles than me so I doubt he finds the sight of a mole cringe worthy.<\/p>\n
The doctor commented “You know, you can get that mole removed at a dermatologist’s office! You’ll barely feel it.”<\/p>\n
Then he looked at my face.<\/p>\n
“And you can get those moles taken off your face, too. Why do you have so many? And they’re so big!”<\/p>\n
I have been meaning to get the two gross face ones removed for years, but my insurance doesn’t cover it and I’m a little afraid of ending up with giant scars on my face. I think once your OB tells you you’re hideous, it’s time to see the dermatologist. <\/p>\n
Seriously, I saw the doctor for maybe a total of three minutes and at least two of them were spent discussing the mole, with another 30 seconds spent discussing the book I was reading. Sure hope the baby is ok!<\/p>\n
Afterwards, Erik and I were off to a cookie exchange party with our old co-op preschool group. I don’t miss doing the preschool but I really do miss that group of women. It was so nice to just sit around and talk for a few hours. I was sad to see it end and hope we are able to get together again soon. Erik, of course, had a ball. What’s not to love? Cookies and a bunch of hyped up children running in circles? That’s his kind of party.<\/p>\n
Poor kid was exhausted when we came home, so I turned on Polar Express and he watched it for the first time. He didn’t want to watch it at first because he thought it looked scary, but about ten minutes in and he was hooked. I offered to turn it off and he got mad. He was enthralled for the whole movie, which was fun to see. I love seeing the magic reflecting in his eyes.<\/p>\n
I can’t believe tomorrow is Christmas Eve! We’ll let Erik open one present in the morning (a new play-doh set), then try to keep him entertained until the sun goes down. I think Mike is making meatballs. If I get really motivated I will make peanut butter blossoms. I bought all the stuff for them, but my motivation levels are in the cellar. Erik has been getting up really early every day this week, so I have him laying on me, rubbing my face and hair while his sister kicks my innards. Doesn’t make for luxurious mornings of sleeping in. Maybe I’ll be able to sleep in sometime in the next decade.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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