TIME...

I was never on time, was overdue as a baby, never can get to an appt on time, meetings I fly in at the last minute, supper dates I'm fashionably late, but I am fearful I will never again be able to get out of the house again without a 20-30 minute delay - maybe an hour delay - oh hell, I'm just not telling people when we'll arrive.

As I write, we are suppose to be in the car, trying to make it out of the house and to a commitment, but we are obviously not in the car, the little Miss despite being cozy in the car seat, took a freak attack and said "I'm hungry"...so, out of the seat she comes, thankfully in to Darren's arms, I rush to warm up a bottle (which by the way, if you are in a hurry, takes forever), and we are now officially late. Of course, Darren doesn't want Greta to puke in the car, so we'll be extra late and make sure she burps lots and HOLY Shit, the child just about blew off her diaper which we are now realizing may have been the issue more than hunger. But, our perfect little angel baby who rarely cries - showed us she has a good set of lungs finally.

Anyway, enough of this moment - week 3 of Parenthood - and we all survived. I find she is up a little bit more, and I am already thinking - why can't you just keep sleeping! I shall not be one of those people who hope they crawl and walk early, nope, sit on your little behind in the middle of the floor and not have the ability to get anywhere works for me!

I have big news for the "Stats Followers" - one pound to go, and back in my clothes - well, most of them, seems the Banana Republic items shrunk a tad - as I know it's not possibly the fact that my hips have an extra inch on them, but welcome back to Gap and Tommy Hillfiger (so I'm a brand name snob - remember I buy everything in the States). Many told me they ended up smaller than before they were prego and I'm sure that will be my fate, unfortunately mine is because I'm eating crackers and white starches only - oh and Diet Pepsi and Water. The crohns came back with a vengence, and although we have a sweet little gal in the house that doesn't look like she would hurt a flee, having her was not easy on my system. Sadly, a trickle effect of crohns is liver disease, which the specialist has been watching all along, well, it arrived and I'm back to my "normal" life of being a guinea pig (if being prego and poked and proded was not enough), I now have tons of tests coming up and a liver biopsy to look forward to (okay, I'm pretending the person doing the test is some hot Doctor!). Guess the biopsy hurts, why wouldn't it, they are sticking a huge needle through my body and taking out a piece of liver tissue. It will have me in my favorite hospital for another day, happy I didn't tell too many people off during my hospital stay considering I'll be returning so soon. Anyway, not much I can do, can't spend time worrying about it - I'll just silently make myself mental and read the stupid Internet Medical Sites, it strangely helps, I read the worse case scenario stuff and when it's not that bad, it's a great relief..ha!

I wish there was more excitement happening, Darren just has a week left until he has to return to work, although I'm happy he saved some of his personal family days, as I'll be back to no activity and no lifting after my biopsy, not to mention, I'm not willing to take Greta to the hospital with me. We had a few visitors this week - so thanks to those who were able to come over and visit, chat and meet Greta and for the lovely gifts you brought. Our big outtings - surprise surprise, the Dr and the pharmacy - woo hoo, and made it to Walmart. Next week, we are tackling NB hopefully, health permitting for moi, and energy for Darren, it's pay week, have to get back in the swing of things and spend some money, the bank will think I died, don't want them to think about that. Oh, and one funny thing happened this week - I got a call from my Investment Rep, wondering if I wanted Darren as a beneficiary on my life insurance...ummm, no, he already will get my work one, no need to make him extra comfy, but I did realize, may be good to do a will and make sure Greta has some money. We started her RESP paper work, hopefully she'll not become a deliquent and waste it all away her first year of university - can't imagine who would do stuff like that..ha.