I have nothing...

Well, I feel I need to blog as people are waiting...but I have nothing left in me to talk about, my adventures with Greta have been fairly quiet since I last wrote. I have been informed today I am disrespectful to my daughter and motherhood, callous, defensive and aggressive, a bad human being to others and that was all before noon. So, please, if others feel the same way, please walk away, don't read my blog, take me off Facebook, all that jazzy stuff. It has been an interesting day to say the least and here I am, feeling actually quite good and happy, do I dare say kind of healthy and I'm in blog mode and thinking about something fun to chat about.

Well, I will start with something sad, thank you to all of you who wrote about Paris passing away, I am sorry to those who told me they shed a tear at work, sobbed uncontrollably to the point the significant others were concerned, and to those whose make up was ruined after reading my blog tribute to my beautiful boy. I have to admit, I can't read it again, I cry each time, and it took two hours and about 30 Kleenex to write it. I thank you for sharing in my sadness, it was easy to tell who the animal lovers are out there by all the comments (which by the way out numbered our congrats about eloping and Greta's Birth). Just goes to show how important these furry creatures are in our lives. I miss Paris, but he is still with me...I see fur balls in every room, they just appear out of no where, and he was one well photographed kitty, his pictures are certainly present in our home.

Thank you also to those who sent well wishes about my health. I can give you the quick update! My CT Scan results and liver biopsy results were explained to me this past Friday. I received some good news in that my surrounding organs and lymph nodes were free from any disease, however my liver has taken a hit. I have been diagnosed with a chronic and progressive liver disease called Autoimmune Hepatitis. It is nothing that I contracted, my own body (immune system) turned on my liver and is essentially attacking it as if it was a foreign object. There wasn't visible scarring, so that was good, from what I have read from the Liver Foundation (thanks to the friend who suggested I seek their assistance) that it occurs in 1-2 people out of 100,000...so just a hunch, I won't have a facebook buddy out there to chat about it with. It can't be cured, but it can go in to remission, my specialist made it seem I could get there within 2 years. I have started a high dose treatment, 10 pills a day, with a few additional to help with my bones. And sigh, I'll have to repeat a liver biopsy down the road...Did I ever comment that I hate taking pills almost as much as I hated that biopsy. I do, it makes me gag like I gag changing full stinky diapers, but if it will help, I'll be taking them. I even have my little old lady pill case, all the pills separated in to the days of the week so I don't forget...no offence to the young people who also have pill cases, I just remember my grandmother having one and thought, wow, that is what it's like to be old...now I'm in that OLD Pill Case category! I am 18 pills in to the treatment and do you know what, I am not in that much pain. I return in 3 weeks for a recheck, and if I am responding to the meds, they may be able to reduce them, I hope so...one of the side effects is getting puffy...I was just puffy for 9 months - I don't want to be puffy and look sick. Puffy is for tutu's, not faces. The only side effect thus far is that I have no appetite, I just am not hungry at all. That was a potential, or the other side effect was that I would have an increased appetite.... you can imagine my delight that I didn't get the increased appetite, as the Dr warned me some people start eating for 2 or 3 because of pills, stuffing my face and looking puffy would just not be good for my sense of humour. So, I'm not contagious, will hopefully have this controlled and will pray over the years that if and when I do require a liver transplant my friends will not have pickled their livers so much that they can't give me a little slice. So maybe, order a single shot instead of a double please!

As for Greta, well, she is wearing a lot of her bigger outfits, she has moved in to 0-3 drawer in her dresser, and even some 3 month outfits are fitting, they are a tad big, but that just means she'll get to wear them longer. She had a lovely 9 hour sleep the other night, it has not happened since, but I know she can do it...I just know it..I think I know it...okay, I know nothing, Darren is now starting to think neither of us heard her crying and WE slept through the 9 hours!! But she still does her 5-6 hour stretches, so we'll give her a few bonus points. Baby Oxy Clean was used twice in one day yesterday...along with rubber gloves! Only because they were very cute outfits were they saved. Can I say how much I admire the generations before me who had to scrub out diapers and didn't have the luxury of a washing machine. And no doubt had a minimum of 6 kids all close in age. Sadly this has resulted in nothing explosive today, so she has had a tough night getting settled - guess who is back googling about Baby Poop...ahhhh.

We had lovely visitors today, little friends Chloe and Isaak, along with Mommy, Krista, a coffee with Newf and our favorite - Baby Einstein on the TV set. It gets me in my regular clothes, showered, teeth brushed and make up on...we love BABY E. So, that is the excitement around here, I have great plans this week to visit a new little boy-friend for Greta (don't worry Erik - Greta is still your gal), get by work to visit, make a batch of bits and bites to share, attend a Big Brother Finale Get together, and I forget what else, but I have something else in my agenda...good thing I wrote that down. Hope I wasn't suppose to do that something today!

Hump Day tomorrow already, hope it's a good one. Toodles for now!