Let's see, what interesting things have been happening lately? Justin and I have decided to sell the house. Between the mortgage payment being higher than we expected, gas prices continuing to climb, and the fact that this house is on the opposite side of town from both J's office and Moira's school - and our realtor friend Kathy Reardon (here's a plug for ya, Kathy!) says it looks like the house actually HAS gone up in value, and we're going to try listing it at $207,000. Wow! Best case scenario we make money on the house sale; worst case scenario we break even. Works for us! So I'm finally going through the boxes of stuff I've not unpacked in, oh, 7 years or so, and getting rid of large amounts of it. Yes, you doubting thomases out there, the Packrat Queen is indeed downsizing, voluntarily and with relish! So I'll be contributing several vanloadfulls of stuff to Kaye's garage sale. If you want anything, ask me now!
The honeymoon is finally over. No, not between Justin and I, but between my bipolar nature and myself. For years after getting pregnant with Moira I was amazingly even-keeled - my psychiatric nurse person says that's pretty common; hormonal changes are a wondrous thing. However, in the last 6-9 months the depression had started to come back with some intensity, and after being on Zoloft for a while, the manic spikes started kicking in again. Whee. My primary care physician, as wonderful as he is (and Dr. VanLandingham is awesome; I highly recommend him if you're looking for a family doc) told me that I was out of his range of expertise, and we were all in agreement that it was time to go to the specialist. My counselor told me that Jane Hayes was great, and I have to admit, he was right - I think she & I are going to get along fabulously. Looks like I'm bipolar type 2, which means more depression than manic, but I'm an ultra-rapid-cycler. Like, many in a day sometimes. Interestingly enough, after talking with her, I've really come to the conclusion that both my mother and her sister are bipolar as well. (After coming across some old paperwork of my aunt's, evidently she's been officially diagnosed as bipolar, but I don't ever remember her outright saying that.) Anyway, I'm on my way off the Zoloft (it was a wonderful antidepressant, but manic spikes aren't safe) and segueing onto Wellbutrin, which seems to be treating me pretty well. As soon as Christian is fully weaned (and he's close) I'm going to start the fun experimentation to find a mood stabilizer that'll work for me. Keep Justin in your thoughts, he's been very patient & supportive, and hopefully this won't get too ugly.
In other news, Moira's language development is coming along nicely. She is MUCH easier to understand (even for Pawpaw, who's mostly deaf) and other than the hard K and G sounds, I think she's right on track. She loves going to school out at Nonna's place; her class has added a new teacher - now along with Miss Nancy and Miss Wilma, we have Mr. Andy. Moira doesn't like him as much as he likes Jennifer's boyfriend Ryan, but Mr. Andy is still pretty cool in her book. After a recent trip to the doctor where she asked me to weigh her and Christian, I can now say she weighs 31lbs and is wearing 3-5T clothing, 8½-9 in shoes. Her hair is getting lighter (as is mine, actually) and we're still thinking about getting a shotgun and engraving "Big Brother" on the stock. At the moment, she has a pretty nasty cough that we're hoping is on its way out.
Christian will be turning two in July - where does the time go? He currently weighs 21lbs, and is wearing 24mo-3T clothing, 6½-7 in shoes. When you look at his hair in the sunlight, many people have commented on how red it looks. I tell them that's from Pawpaw, who's a little red irishman. We haven't decided what we're going to be doing for his birthday party - it'll probably depend on where we are in selling the house & moving. He just discovered why exactly we tell him not to touch something when it's hot - he burned his finger sticking it into an english muffin pizza (that I, like an idiot, put down in front of him before it had cooled - in my own defense, he's always taken my "it's hot, blow on it!" warning seriously before, dangit) and had a very rough night. It didn't blister, but it was red and swollen - the only way I could get him to sleep was to lie next to him with a cup of water that he was keeping his finger in.
The honeymoon is finally over. No, not between Justin and I, but between my bipolar nature and myself. For years after getting pregnant with Moira I was amazingly even-keeled - my psychiatric nurse person says that's pretty common; hormonal changes are a wondrous thing. However, in the last 6-9 months the depression had started to come back with some intensity, and after being on Zoloft for a while, the manic spikes started kicking in again. Whee. My primary care physician, as wonderful as he is (and Dr. VanLandingham is awesome; I highly recommend him if you're looking for a family doc) told me that I was out of his range of expertise, and we were all in agreement that it was time to go to the specialist. My counselor told me that Jane Hayes was great, and I have to admit, he was right - I think she & I are going to get along fabulously. Looks like I'm bipolar type 2, which means more depression than manic, but I'm an ultra-rapid-cycler. Like, many in a day sometimes. Interestingly enough, after talking with her, I've really come to the conclusion that both my mother and her sister are bipolar as well. (After coming across some old paperwork of my aunt's, evidently she's been officially diagnosed as bipolar, but I don't ever remember her outright saying that.) Anyway, I'm on my way off the Zoloft (it was a wonderful antidepressant, but manic spikes aren't safe) and segueing onto Wellbutrin, which seems to be treating me pretty well. As soon as Christian is fully weaned (and he's close) I'm going to start the fun experimentation to find a mood stabilizer that'll work for me. Keep Justin in your thoughts, he's been very patient & supportive, and hopefully this won't get too ugly.
In other news, Moira's language development is coming along nicely. She is MUCH easier to understand (even for Pawpaw, who's mostly deaf) and other than the hard K and G sounds, I think she's right on track. She loves going to school out at Nonna's place; her class has added a new teacher - now along with Miss Nancy and Miss Wilma, we have Mr. Andy. Moira doesn't like him as much as he likes Jennifer's boyfriend Ryan, but Mr. Andy is still pretty cool in her book. After a recent trip to the doctor where she asked me to weigh her and Christian, I can now say she weighs 31lbs and is wearing 3-5T clothing, 8½-9 in shoes. Her hair is getting lighter (as is mine, actually) and we're still thinking about getting a shotgun and engraving "Big Brother" on the stock. At the moment, she has a pretty nasty cough that we're hoping is on its way out.
Christian will be turning two in July - where does the time go? He currently weighs 21lbs, and is wearing 24mo-3T clothing, 6½-7 in shoes. When you look at his hair in the sunlight, many people have commented on how red it looks. I tell them that's from Pawpaw, who's a little red irishman. We haven't decided what we're going to be doing for his birthday party - it'll probably depend on where we are in selling the house & moving. He just discovered why exactly we tell him not to touch something when it's hot - he burned his finger sticking it into an english muffin pizza (that I, like an idiot, put down in front of him before it had cooled - in my own defense, he's always taken my "it's hot, blow on it!" warning seriously before, dangit) and had a very rough night. It didn't blister, but it was red and swollen - the only way I could get him to sleep was to lie next to him with a cup of water that he was keeping his finger in.
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