It might sound weird to a lot of you, but I cooked dinner today. Followed a recipe and everything. I've come to realize since pregnancy I've really stopped cooking, and we eat out a lot. Someone at work recommended "E-Mealz" where I pay $5/month to have 5 meals/week (with specialized menus) planned out, with directions and a shopping list for the week. It's part of my goal to help reduce money being spent, and food being wasted. I often buy food with good intentions...and don't actually use it (thus wasting). So tonight I made a spinach chicken bake which consisted of canned chicken, frozen (but thawed and drained) spinach, cottage cheese, mozzarella cheese and 3 egg yolks, topped with parmesan and thrown in the oven. It was interesting. I haven't really cooked since the New Year's Eve feast... so it was kind of nice.
Hopefully I can keep it up. :)
At least, until my dinners consist of liquified foods... :P
Seems like Z has picked up something, started a few days ago with a runny nose, now we've added a chest cough (you know the kind where it sounds like they could cough up a lung). Also seemed to be a little warm tonight. Set up the humidifier in his room but I walked in, it didn't seem that humid. :/ Not the best timing with the retreat starting tomorrow, but I know God has a plan. Here's praying I'm in line with it.
Oh, I titled it "poor little guy" cause right as I started to write this, I could hear him cough in the other room. so sad.
Today I had one of the longest appointments I've had in a while. Thankfully, I knew it was going to be long. So I was prepared. I knew I'd be talking with oral surgery about my future cutting open, and I'd probably be emotional. So I asked Marcus to come with me. Thankfully, he did.
First the orthodontist took off my wires (minus the wire chain on the bottom teeth), then they did impressions (seriously my *absolute least* favorite thing to do ever--serious gag reflux). Then I brushed my teeth and waited. Reminded oral surgery reception that even though I was "2 hours early" for my appointment, I was secretly going to be seen soon. And then they called me back. And who do I see, but good ole Col Closmann, sitting at the computer looking at my face. Bwahaha. Okay, not my face really, but a scan of my face (and bones). It's always nice when your surgeon says, "OH, I was just thinking about you." Then we talked about surgery. Whether or not I need another bone graft to prepare for the implants later on, the plastic surgeon that would be there to clean up the scar, what it will be like trying to remove the giant bar in my mouth, and if they would have to break my jaw or they could just wire me shut to align it all together....
In the end, 22 Feb is the big day. Going to try to remove the bar (will be difficult, it's huge). Once they're in they'll determine if they need to break my jaw, or just wire me shut to align it, and hope it stays. While they're in, and since my bone is fairly thin do a bone graft. Taking bone from my left hip. Then let plastic surgery fix up my scar, and game over. Wait a few months to start the implant process.
Another adventure! Good thing I have Jesus on my side :)
Today, I had choices of what to do while the kid was taking a nap after beach day: nap (and potentially throw off trying to get *off* swing shift schedule), do laundry, or workout.
I chose to workout, because I cannot do that when the kid is awake (he loves Jillian Michaels, either watching, or picking up mommy's weights, or trying to get on mommy's back). And shortly after this, I will lay down for a nap. Who knows how long it will be (hopefully half hour), but either way. I'm glad I made that choice.
And laundry-well- Zeke can always help me with laundry when he wakes up.