Busy day yesterday. Had the end of month reports to do at work, which is always a hassle, then left early to go to my monthly OB appointment. Got home early enough to give the baby a snack and change her clothes before heading out, then the appointment was a pretty quick in and out since it was just a "yup, you're still pregnant!" checkup. Took a hot minute to find the heartbeat on the portable scanner thingy, so we switched to the ultrasound and found that she was hiding out under my ribs, which is why he couldn't find it. Everything looked normal.

Kate had a terrible time because Doctor's Office, but she got a lollipop at checkout and all was well. It had rained very briefly, which had cooled things down quite a bit, so we decided to take her to the park so she'd feel better about the outing. We found a new to us park just up the street from the hospital, and she ran around in the field and played on the swingset a bit before tuckering out. 

Came home, downed much water, then M went to pick up the grocery order from yesterday. I guess running around at the park did a number on my softened ligaments, because my lower half was SCREAMING in pain. I took a handful of meds and tried some yoga poses to try and get some relief while he was out, but nothing really helped.

He got back with the groceries and we put everything away. The baby wanted to be helpful, and kept bringing me things like the giant tub of parmesan, which was very cute! She was very proud. Then she spotted the container of grapes and was SO EXCITED and forgot about being helpful. XP Though I did look into the living room and see her standing in the middle of the room and gently cradling the bag of Babybel cheeses (her favorites.)

She ate a monumental amount of grapes and then went happily to bed. I laid on the couch for a while to try and help my legs, then gave up and took a shower hoping the hot water would help, which thankfully it did. M and I went to bed, but he kept me up chatting for waaay too long, so I'm very tired today. But, he had heard from his friend that the interviewer considered M to be candidate #1 so far, so he had Many Thoughts about the future he wanted to discuss. Fingers crossed.

I guess the past few weeks have been wearing on me more than I realized, because a coworker this morning told me I "look even more tired than usual". -_- 

Evening wasn't terribly busy. I made Serbian pork (Mukalika) for dinner using a Betty Crocker recipe. XP Tweaked it considerably because there's no way 1 tsp of paprika is enough for a pound of pork. Added an entire tablespoon and it just got it to where it had some flavor. Needs more spice, needed fattier pork (I used loin, should have used shoulder.) M wasn't able to get to the store in time to pick up our grocery order, which meant I didn't have have enough fresh tomato, so used half a can of fire roasted diced tomatoes, which worked well. Also didn't have fresh peppers, so I used some jarred fire roasted bell peppers, also a good substitution. 

This time the recipe came out much better than the first time I tried it. This used to be a childhood favorite of mine, but straight from the book it's rather bland. Will continue to tweak it until it's where I like.

Baby went to bed overtired because dinner took too long to make (I kept waiting for M to pick up the groceries so I could start cooking, so didn't actually start until it became clear that he wouldn't make it) and she had a right meltdown for about 3 minutes until she laid down and realized that oh yeah, sleep is actually pretty alright. 

After she was down, M and I did a quick cleanup of the house and took out the trash, then he went up the street to the store to pick up beverages and some sandwich stuff to get him and the baby through the day until he could get the grocery order after work. I crawled into bed and passed out before he got home.

All the paperwork was delivered to the audit team this morning, so I can officially wash my hands of the jail inspection business for this year. Good riddance! One more day until the long weekend.

Thanks to baby shenanigans in the middle of the night, I hit the snooze button too many times and got up a bit late yesterday morning. No time to really get anything done, and the house is barren of food right now, so the baby got a pretty anemic breakfast plate of cheese cubes, cheerios, and raisins. While digging through the fridge for anything I could feed her, I ended up clearing out the vegetable drawers of a lot of very furry vegetables, so we have even less food on hand than I originally thought. Time for a Big Shop, it seems.

Work was stupid busy, I don't think I stopped moving except for a very short 20 minute lunchbreak (I'm allotted an hour.) It will probably be more of the same today, since all our paperwork is due to the auditors tomorrow. At least then my part of it will be done, and things will go back to being normal for a while.

Two upcoming OB appointments, one tomorrow for a regular checkup, the other next week for the actual amnio. I've asked M if Chance can come and watch the baby while we're at the appointment. She already gets so distressed just seeing me lay down on the table, I can't imagine how horrible it would be for her to see a giant needle go into my belly (it is almost comically enormous). 

Completely forgot that we have a three-day weekend coming up. Hooray! No plans for the 4th. Not only is Katie too young for a fireworks show, but I don't really feel like celebrating this country this year.

A day of meetings at work because Jail Inspection, much faffing with paperwork. Missed some calls from M, who finally texted instead to tell me that the baby had been throwing up all morning. He kept an eye on her for the rest of the day, and she kept getting sick, and at around 3 he told me that we might need to take her to the hospital. 

So, I knocked off work, stopped briefly at the store to pick up waters and pedialyte to make sure she didn't get dehydrated, and then headed home.

By the time I was home, she'd been vomit-free for about an hour. She was in a great mood, not acting sick at all, and M said that he suspected that she'd eaten a big mouthful of diaper cream and that was likely what was making her sick. -_- She didn't vomit at all once I was home, guess she saved that all for her dad, who was exhausted from following her around the house all day and cleaning up messes. 

She kept asking for food, so we gave her some plain cheerios and plain chex, and other things that would be easy on her stomach. The rest of the evening was uneventful, and she went to bed without fuss.

Spent the remainder of the evening cleaning dishes and trying to get the kitchen squared away. It took several hours, and there's still the utensils left soaking in the sink to finish off today, but it's much better than it was. Since we didn't have a pot free to cook dinner in, we ate a couple of canned soups. Not super satisfying, but at least it was filling.

So glad this week is nearly over, because it has been...a lot.

Yesterday was derailed spectacularly. I went home for lunch as usual, to find M in an absolute rampage with the vacuum cleaner. He was fuming over the fly situation, and was attempting to clean every surface in the house with what is basically a glorified dustbuster. (It's a Shark vacuum geared toward people with pets, a pre-kid purchase.)  It was overheating, the baby was upset because daddy was Big Mad and also because she hates the vacuum cleaner, and the furniture was all cattywampus. Have I mentioned that he doesn't handle stress well?

He begged me to stay home the rest of the day, which I did, and I took over cleaning duties so he could go back to work (he had a half-dozen accounts land on his desk.) Since the vacuum was malfunctioning, I just swept everything up as best I could, then went in with Lysol and paper towels and scrubbed the floor afterward. All the big furniture pieces were moved in order to find any hidden treasures (like goldfish crackers and cheese cubes) that the baby had hidden away (there were many), and everything was scrubbed multiple times to eliminate food residue. 

M managed to find our large bottle of bug spray, so he did a perimeter sweep and sprayed all the entrances into the house that the flies could be using to get in. 

Baby went down for her nap, and I took a bit of break to have some lunch, then cleaning recommenced. I think the living room is probably the cleanest it's been in a while, and we've vowed to remain vigilant about crumbs and sticky messes so the flies have nothing to be attracted to. Now we just need to get the kitchen squared away, and the main part of the house will be done.

Had leftover roast and green beans for dinner, with another noodle box to supplement. Not enough roast left for dinner tonight, so I'll have to come up with something else. 

Yesterday was a stupid day with a stupid face, and I'm glad it's over. Everyone at work was losing their minds because of our upcoming jail inspection, which means they were suddenly asking for dozens of old documents and were panicking about getting stuff turned in, and because I am The Holder of Documents, everyone was in and out of my office all day long requesting stuff. It was hectic, and I barely got a break to eat lunch, and I was cranky by the end of the day.

Things didn't improve upon going home. The baby wouldn't eat anything I gave her, and I tried everything - fruit, cheese, noodles, roast, green beans, you name it, she didn't want any of it. But she kept giving me the "hungry" hand sign. Bah! She needs to acquire more words, I hate the guessing game.

Little things kept going wrong all evening. Went to make mashed potatoes with dinner, discovered our brand new bag of potatoes was full on rotting and was infested with fly larvae. *gags* Had to clean that up, but I had bacon on the stove, and what's all that smoke? OH NO. So burned the bacon and had a house full of smoke, had to open the windows to clear the room, which let in all the outside heat. Burned myself on the bacon pan. -_- 

Second batch of bacon started. Made a noodle box as a second side instead. Bacon worked out this time. Baby sitting in middle of kitchen crying inconsolably. M says she did not nap, so she is clearly overtired. Attempt to put baby to bed, she has a monumental meltdown. Take her back out to the living room. She says she is hungry. She still doesn't eat any food. -_- 

Attempt to make gravy. Put clean pot on stove. Attempt to get jar of bouillon open, but it is welded shut. Try not to throw jar across room in frustration. Decide to skip making gravy, grab clean pot to put it away. OW THAT BURNER WAS ACTUALLY ON. Burn myself on superheated pot. 

Attempt #2 to put baby to bed. Cue second cataclysmic meltdown. Hide myself in my own bedroom to escape heat and screaming. She eventually exhausts herself and goes to sleep. I eventually cool down. M has fallen asleep without eating dinner. I eat a plate of beans and noodles and go to bed. 

Terrible night sleeping, so no chores before work. Got gas on the way in, got to downtown to masses of new construction that made me late for work. *sigh* 

Really hoping the rest of this week is much quieter.

Had a fabulous 5-day weekend, which was very nice even though it was very busy.

Thursday was mostly uneventful except that I had an ultrasound for my colon. I had scheduled it in the early afternoon because I knew that M would want to sleep in, but I didn't realize it would be a fasting appointment, so by the time the appointment was over I was ravenous. Thankfully, I had leftover pizza, which I ate as soon as I stumbled back through the door.

Friday was quiet, with M working only a little and me and the baby just relaxing at home.

Saturday and Sunday were filled with chores for M, mostly getting the taxes done for his business, celebrating a friend's birthday, and doing some car repairs. My big accomplishment for the weekend was finally getting M to hang the bedroom curtains, achieved by just finally get fed up and starting to do it myself, which he then intervened in and said he would do it himself. Hehe. Now the baby no longer fights her naps in there because it's dark enough for her to sleep, and M has stopped complaining about the morning light waking him up. Only took a damned year to get them up.

Monday was busy, and I had to be up early for a telehealth appointment with the genetic councilor. It went quickly and smoothly, and then we were off at 11 to the hospital for the in-person appointment. We had hoped that we could do the amniocentesis that day, but some membranes were not fully closed that needed to be for the procedure to be successful, so we scheduled another appointment for two weeks from now. The baby started crying the minute I laid down on the ultrasound table and didn't stop until I was off of it and could comfort her again. Her dad's cuddles were just not doing it, she was too worried that they were hurting mommy. 

She passed out for a nap as soon as we were home, and so did M. Both of them woke up a couple of hours later, after which M got ready for his job interview. He does not handle big stress gracefully, so he tore through the house like a bull, which upset the baby again. I suggested that I take her out of the house during the interview since she was having such a rough day, so when it was time, I loaded her up and took her to the library for an hour, where she charmed everyone and made friends with whoever she met. 

When we came home, M was in much better spirits, saying the interview had gone well and that the guy seemed to like him (confirmed later by his friend who is currently on the team that he'd be assigned to if he got the job.) The next interview will be a panel interview, and we're waiting to hear about scheduling. A good bit of news was that there are two openings on the team, and the guy basically said that if M wasn't a fit for one role, he'd be good for the other, so he has a really solid shot of landing a job either way.

Waking up this morning to the alarm was not fun, but I got up early enough to get a roast going in the crock pot and to make the baby's breakfast. I didn't clean a dish the entire long weekend, so the kitchen is once again a disaster, which means I'll be having some early mornings this week to catch up. 

Our yearly Jail Inspection was announced for next Wednesday, so I came back to work today to everyone losing their damned minds. It's going to be a long week.