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I went to the doctor yesterday. I normally hate doing this, mostly because I am not a planner of things. If I feel like I need to see the doctor, I want to do it RIGHT THEN and not have to make an appointment 2 months in advance. This is also why my hair looks the way it does.

Yesterday, however, I woke up all sneezy and snotty, as I have for the last two months or more. I was thinking it was allergies but even Claritin wasn’t making a dent in the problem and I was tired of feeling this way, so I called the doctor. Twenty minutes later, I was in the waiting room. Hooray for walk-in appointments!

So the doctor comes in and looks in my ears and nose with the otoscope thingy and the first thing she says is “Holy shit.”

That’s not generally something you want to hear from your doctor, but I’m sort of used to it when it involves my head. When I was pregnant and having epic nosebleeds, I went to see the ENT and he did the same thing. I’m very good at fucking up my head, apparently.

The doctor said I had a most awesome sinus infection (which I could have figured out on my own) and she prescribed antibiotics and whatnot to help it go away. I was trying to avoid antibiotics, since the last time I had to take them things did NOT go well (let’s just say the phrase ‘anal fissures’ was involved and if that is TMI for you, you’re reading the wrong blog). But then again, all the hippie remedies I’d tried over the past two months didn’t do a damn thing (fucking hippies), so hooray for pharmaceuticals!

The doctor also suggested I get a neti pot and use that. Well. Hmmm. That was the only hippie remedy I hadn’t tried because I do not like to feel as though I’m drowning. But I’m sort of desperate to feel better, so…

Yeah. Unpleasant.

But I’m feeling a bit better, I can breathe out of both sides of my head and the feeling of having my head stuffed with cotton is subsiding.

Note to self - never go to Target in December.

I know it’s bad form to blog about the weather, but this is ridiculous. It is just as dark at 9AM as it is at 5PM and that SUCKS BALLS. It means it’s gross and rainy, which means we can’t go outside (because I’d rather not get pneumonia).

Which means we are both slowly going insane.

There are indoor playspaces that we could go to, but they tend to cost money, which I am reluctant to spend. We could go to playdates, but what I really need is about an hour of Jillian just running around, screaming, and doing that at someone else’s house is usually considered bad form. There is one free playspace in a mall, but that’s 20 miles away and nobody in their right mind is going anywhere near a mall for at least the next month.

We’ll think of something.

In other Jillian news, we are sloooooooooowly working on the potty training. It’s one step forward, two steps back, and now, when given the choice between putting on a diaper and sitting on the potty, she chooses the diaper. That’s fine - I’m in no hurry.

^^That was yesterday’s post. The weather did clear up a bit and we did get outside for a little while which helped us all immensely.

Today is the end of an era. We… no longer put the baby in a cage. When we picked out a crib, we figured since we were having only the one kid, we might as well get a convertible one that changes to a toddler bed and then eventually to a full-size bed that she can take with her to college.

The prevailing wisdom says that when the kid starts trying to climb out of the crib, it’s time to get a big-kid bed. My child? Has never tried this. She looooooooves the crib. Would stay in there all day if I would let her. Sometimes I am tempted to do just that.

But… we can’t do that anymore. While we were out this morning, we stopped at the crib store where we bought the thing originally and ordered the side rails for the full-size version. We figured it would be better to do it now, before we were ready than to wait and find out that the model has been discontinued or something. So that’s what we did.

In six-to-eight weeks, we shall have them.

In the meantime, we converted the bed from a crib to the toddler bed and Jillian is ridiculously pleased with it. She keeps climbing in and out, and so far has refused lunch in favor of hanging out in her “sleeping bed.” I have a feeling she is going to take after me and have every single stuffed animal she owns in the bed with her.

She’s only 28.5 months old! When did she become a big girl?

Things are ticking along here, all boring-like. As you know, a boring life is not good blog fodder, which is why I’ve been silent lately.

However, there are some things happening that I can blather on about, so here goes:

1. I have fulfilled one of my New Year’s resolutions! Yes, I have learned how to knit socks. I figured that since I had conquered mittens, socks would be easy and I was right. I have made a pair of socks and have started my second pair. I’m ridiculously pleased with myself.

2. I am going deaf faster than I expected. This does not make me happy, but I don’t see that there’s anything I can do about it. Of course, it might just be due to the sinus infection I’ve been battling, but either way, I’m not a happy lady. I wonder what it will be like when I am truly completely deaf? That should be interesting.

3. Lost starts up again in January! Can’t come soon enough! I started watching the whole series online and today I finished Season Four. Now I have nothing to do while I knit! I might have to re-join Netflix. Hm.

4. I want a Wii Fit for Hanukkah. I also want some Harry Potter Sock Yarn, a ball-winder, Guitar Hero, six million dollars, and a weight-loss drug that won’t kill me, tastes like chocolate and has no side effects at all. I don’t think that’s too much to ask at all.

5. The Jillian is on her way to becoming potty-trained. It’s an interesting journey, to say the least. Right now she offers to sit on the potty to get out of doing other things. She spends a lot of time there, as you can imagine. But eventually, we’ll get the whole thing together and then diapers will be a memory. I cannot wait for that day!

6. I occasionally feel as though I am being taken for granted and that feeling is unpleasant.

7. A vacation would be nice. By myself. Somewhere warm. I love my family, but sometimes I want to run away and not come back for a couple of weeks.

8. I need a Hair Revolution. Not just a new cut, not just a new color (or two…or three…), but something completely different. Given that I have had many many different hair styles and colors over the years, finding something New To Me is going to be quite a challenge. But I think it’s time. The urge to shave my head is hitting with more and more frequency, and that is never a sign of good things. It usually leads to…. me shaving my head.