The past couple of weeks work’s been a bear.  I’ve been working early in the morning, late at night, and weekends.  Yesterday I nearly forgot to take my lupron, which was a sign that I’ve been doing too much.  The time away from home is hard–and I assume for everyone.  I try to sneak out of the house before Grammy wakes up, and I do work when she’s napping or sleeping to try to limit my away-from-Grammy time.

I’m hoping it will let up before we go to Vegas, but I doubt that will happen–there’s just no one else to do the work.  We’re understaffed, new projects keep coming in, and clients keep trying to push up deadlines or drop new projects on us a week before they’re due. 

I’ve been noticing lately how much closer Graem is getting to Shawna, which is great–but it’s hard when I’m putting her to bed and she calls out, “Ba! Ba! Liddle-doodle-la!”  (which means something like Ma! Come here and hold me!) 

She’s picking up so many words lately that I can’t keep up.  She can say “baby,” and will look for the baby’s ba-ba to feed her.  I’m sure these are repeats, but I’m pretty brain-dead these days: sock, shoe, shirt, pop (to refer to a lollipop, as well as Hop on Pop).  Her favorite activities these days are attempting to put on clothes: she will try desperately to put pants on, but stick both legs in one hole, or pull them halfway up and decide to take them off again.  She also tries to put shirts on as pants (for the easy-access poop-hole look), and lays socks over her feet to “put them on.”  Some other pasttimes are unscrewing and screwing on bottle caps, clicking plastic buckles closed and then signing for help! to unbuckle them.  I guess she’s at the repetitive activity age. 

OH!  And those infernal singing stuffed toys!  She can’t get enough of them!  My dad got her this scary black dog that sings “Only You” in a howling dog voice that she LOVES.  It even smells bad, and got dragged in the dirt at the softball field last night.  She also loves the “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” bear.  The hardest part is that she wants them so bad but can’t quite activate them herself, so there’s usually a lot of signing for help, bitching from Mom and Mama, and then crying when we are tired of pushing the buttons.

Only 10 more days to Vegas–I’m so excited at the prospect of vacation time, but I’m also not quite thinking about the upcoming IVF cycle.  It’s hard for me to get wrapped up in it–I just do my injections and get on with my life.  I suppose it will hit me once we get there.  I’m also dreading our 3-leg flight out to Vegas.  Grammy has become a little devil during long car trips, I can only imagine what she’ll be like on the flights.  And I’m not sure if the multiple legs is a good thing or not.  We have some Benadryl for backup, but we haven’t tried it yet.  I’m not quite sure how I feel about drugging our baby.  We’re supposed to try it out before we go to see if she sleeps or gets hyper. 

Anyway, off to another “If I can just make it to tomorrow…” day.