I did ask him several times for an LES prior to my appointment, but do you know how often my husband gets to his computer at work? Not very. He's almost always on escort duty. Not the sexy kind of escorting, of course - babysitting construction workers is all.
Anyway, they rescheduled me for Saturday.
That was before base-wide shit hit the fan.
Oh, it's nothing super exciting. There were two DUIs. *sigh* On Thursday, there were rumors everyone would have to work on Saturday. Also on Thursday, Rowan also decided to attach herself to my breast for about 24 hours, well into Friday night. Meanwhile, my husband was sick with whatever cold is going around here right now. It is characterized by a dry, hacking cough, chills and fever. Fun!
By Friday, we knew everyone was working on Saturday morning. We still had our usual game night of D&D, during which Rowan was fussing and eating constantly. I was tired from Thursday, as well as all the appointments during the week (Tuesday, Thursday, Friday), so Friday was not a fun night for me.
She then snoozed for a good 5 hours last night, so I also slept from 11 p.m. to a little after 4 a.m. We did the early morning feeding and diaper change, then went back to sleep. I barely noticed when my husband got up for work at 6:30 this morning. I think all I did was move Rowan from my left side to my right, and go right back to sleep until a little after 8 a.m. So a good night for sleep. All things considered, I've done very well in the sleep department with Rowan. ^.^
Anyway, we got up and she was just... not really hungry. She ate a little bit, while I had breakfast. Then I gave her a bath and got her ready to go out, got myself dressed, washed my face and brushed my teeth. I tried to make sure she ate completely before we left, but she was more interested in sleeping. She didn't even fuss when I put her in her car seat - that was a first!
So I realized Thursday and Friday were growth-spurt days. Gavin is the same way when he has one. For about 24 hours, he'll eat and eat and eat. In a day or so, he'll be back to normal. It looks like Rowan takes after her brother.
Well, the husband got home from work and went straight to bed, while I took the car to attend my appointment.
The first place I visited, however, was the shoppette. I was hoping against hope they might have Etiquette & Espionage, Gail Carriger's newest book. We rarely get new releases on base, but one can hope, right? Anyway, they didn't have it... but they did have Sever by Lauren DeStefano, which surprised me because it's not due to be released until February 12. Heck yeah! I was so happy to buy it. Now to find out how the trilogy ends!
I also ran into a friend there, and her son has the same cold as my husband. Poor kid.
Rowan was a little fussy at the WIC office, and ate a bit there, which was no big deal. They encourage breastfeeding and don't mind if a mother has to whip out a boob. ;)
They gave me my new checks, which now include tuna, salmon or... some other fish. They measured Rowan at almost 22 inches and 10 pounds, 4 ounces. So she's grown an inch and a half, and gained 3 pounds since she was born 5 weeks ago. They pointed out the percentiles, but I never pay attention to that stuff. It doesn't matter to me how my children compare to other children. All that matters is they are healthy.
After that, we went to the BX. Rowan fussed more, just as someone I only know from Facebook showed up. It was the first time we've ever seen each other face to face, and I know I looked like a crazy lady. Ugh. We really didn't get to chat, which is too bad. It would have been nice to talk. But since Rowan was fussy, I gave up and went to the food court.
There, I gave in to my craving and bought a brownie sundae.
I thought I would feed Rowan while I ate, but she stopped fussing and just watched me eat. Before I tried the BX again, I checked several times to make sure Rowan was not hungry. No response. She didn't show any hunger cues - just looked at me sleepily.
So we finally braved the BX. I wanted to do a little shopping for baby clothes. Not much - just some 3 month pants. Well, the selection was awful, and that particular section was full of people for some reason. Annoyed with the crowd and not willing to dig deeper as far as clothes shopping, I just grabbed a box of breast pads and went to the cash register.
My last stop was the commissary, and it wasn't too bad for a Saturday afternoon. Rowan slept through the entire shopping trip... and then at the cash register, that's where she decided it was time to raise hell. The cashier was super sweet and dashed out to help me finish emptying my shopping cart, even though I was moving along pretty quickly on my own, and didn't have much. She checked me out as quickly as she could. I didn't ask her to - she just said very nicely, "Oh, she sounds hungry" and I said, "Yes, she definitely is."
As soon as the groceries were in the back of the car, I slid into the back seat and fed Rowan. Oh my gosh, she finally chowed down! I gave her all the time she needed. It wasn't like the shrimp was going to defrost, or the milk was going to go bad if I didn't go home immediately.
Once she was happy and had eaten a full meal, I buckled her back into her car seat, and headed home. At that point, I was feeling frazzled-ish. Not stressed or anything, so much as... Well, I know I looked kind of frazzled. And being out of the house for three hours is kind of tiring. When the "1812 Overture" came on the radio, I think it helped perk me up. I used my right hand to conduct the orchestra, while I drove with my left. Hee hee.
Then I had to get all the groceries in the house and put away, do all the dishes, and start the laundry, not to mention have some lunch. Fortunately, Rowan slept through all of that and I accomplished everything efficiently.
Now she's awake and I'm entertaining her. Gavin wants to play Monopoly, so I am going to join him. He had his video game and computer privileges taken away for the day, because he didn't do something he was told to do last night, and was argumentative too. He doesn't think it's "fair", but I say it's not "fair" that he didn't listen when he was told, "Go get ready for bed". Especially since he decided to not listen to us in front of our guests. That's always fun. :P
Of course, I don't want to spend the rest of my day (well, it's 4:17 p.m. now) playing Monopoly or doting on a sick husband. I want to curl up with Sever and see how the trilogy ends.
Oh well. Later...
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