1. Brody has a cough. He's on so many immune boosting herbs (probiotics, echinacea) that I was inclined to think that it was allergies. Except I have the cough today. Are allergies contagious?
2. Jeremy woke up with a sore throat Sunday morning. I guess he was a little miffed that the very first words out of my mouth after he told me were "Go wash your hands and stop breathing on Brody" instead of, you know, something about how he was feeling or, like, a hug...
3. Really. Brody has not been sick since SEPTEMBER. Now, 10 days before surgery we've been waiting for since May, he gets a cough, while on immune boosting herbs and vitamin and probiotics. Really? Really? My head is about to explode.
4. I'm at work. It's very quiet. I wish I could go to sleep. I have to draft and file something today instead. I hope I don't malpractice.
5. I wish thinking about exercise was the same as doing it.
6. A recent development: bunions. Both big toes. I thought that was for 80 year olds. Not me. Alas. I can only wear Danskos. Yet another thing to blame on my parents (it's hereditary). I think I probably need the surgery, because my toes hurt every day. While the idea of two weeks off my feet seems sort of heavenly, the idea of a scalpel on my toe bone does not.
7. I still haven't written thank you cards for Brody's Christmas gifts. Because I'm, well, lazy.
8. I've been a lawyer for over 11 years. When I think about that, I think I should know a whole hell of a lot more than I do about pretty much everything.
9. Brody peed in the potty for the first time ever yesterday. Jeremy and I gave him a standing ovation.
10. Brody slept in the big boy race car bed for the first time last night. I don't understand how he can look so big in a crib on one day, and so small in a race car bed the next, when the exact same mattress is used.
11. Our crib is from Erik Weihenmayer, the blind man who climbed Mt. Everest a few years ago. My sister knows him and his wife. I told my sister yesterday that we were done with the crib, and did the Weihenmayers want it back? She asked, "Are you going to need it again?" I said no. Which sort of made me want to cry. It's strange how jealous I get when other people have babies. And it pisses me off that when I say Brody is probably our only child, people assume it's because of Brody's medical issues and some fear we have about having another Vacterl child. No, actually, it's because my reproductive immunology treatment is not covered by insurance, and costs a minimum of $1,000 per month of pregnancy, for drugs and treatments. And that doesn't count the $1700 of testing before we even were able to try again, to see what my immune system is up to these days. And since we're still paying off the testing after the 4th miscarriage, and the costs of the successful Brody pregnancy, and some of the eight surgeries Brody had in 2008, we can't afford to put another child in daycare. And all of this precludes the cost of adoption as well.
12. Wow. I didn't realize I was that bitter about that subject. I do still think about the girl I was pregnant with in the spring of 2005. We lost her after seeing a heartbeat. I think, in my deepest heart, that somehow a little girl will come into our lives. I don't know how or when, but I feel it, even though I recognize it may be just wishful thinking. Brody would be such a good big brother though.
13. What's it called when you watch a show you don't normally watch, and then 6-12 months later, you happen to watch the same show, and it's the same damn episode? Does that just happen to me? What is that?
14. If I see another commercial for the Barack Obama coin, I. . . I . . . .
15. I've always wanted to go to a restaurant that had dinner and dancing and those tiny champagne glasses, where the women and men dress up. What happened to those places? We should bring them back.
16. I keep a running list of characters who have three fingers and thumb, like Brody will have one day. I started to do that because I didn't want him to think, when the time came, that it was such a big deal. So far, the characters in Monsters Inc., Sesame Street, the Simpsons, Mickey Mouse... I keep noticing more, but I never write them down.