My neti pot has been very patiently waiting for me since last I posted. The other day something transpired that made me take it up again. Actually, “transpire” is a pretty good word choice (if not entirely accurate in its dual meaning.)
You see, once in a while when I’m eating I’ll swallow slightly funny and some food will get stuck at the back of my throat, and it feels like it’s trying to make its way up my nose from the back. It’s not a pleasant feeling by any means, but the food usually dislodges by itself and I think nothing more of it. This past week, however, I was eating some peanut butter and bread and some bread got stuck. It was quite irritating, so I decided to blow my nose. Lo and behold, I managed to blow a chunk of chewed bread out my right nostril. Yeah.
Man, what a week it’s been. Monday I get the offer for the permanent position at work – great stuff. But Tuesday was just as good, if not better. Tuesday morning Jannette’s water broke, so after being at work for all of an hour I went home again. Our 3rd child (Carter Timothy) was born at 1:48pm, coming down the chute at a hefty 10lbs and 10oz! I should mention that Jannette did this the way she did both other kids; at home, and totally drug-free. That’s right, at 10lb baby drug free, and without any tears. Yes, I married SuperMommy.
So I got to spend the week at home, including Valentine’s Day (and the brand-new and upcoming Family Day), but it was all tempered by having the stomach flu go through the entire family. Yes, including me. I spent much of Valentine’s Day gingerly moving around and napping. Thankfully the “ab workout” I got was much shorter than what the kids endured.
Now we’re at the end of the week, we’re all healthy again, the kitchen and laundry are almost under control, and both Mom and Carter are doing very well. It’s really been a heck of a week!
I’ve been pretty quiet on the blogging front lately. We’re expecting our 3rd child just about any second now (or so it’s seemed for the past 3 weeks – due date is later this week) and I’ve been busy helping prep the house for that event. (Homebirth, just like our first two.) Today something happened that just needed to be blogged.
About two or three weeks ago I had a dream. I was standing in my bedroom window talking on the phone to someone who was offering me a job. They told me the salary they were offering, and it was a good 20% more than what I’m making currently, and above the target salary I’ve been struggling to get to for the past 4 years or so. I still remember the feeling that came with that dream; I was so happy, relieved, and excited. That number stuck in my head for a while after that.
Today, that number no longer applies.