Dry (Skin) Times

Camille might have eczema.

Jake has it, and has ever since he was wee. Camille definitely has super dry skin and she gets dandruff like crazy, even in her eyebrows.

While I was at Target today (presumably buying only diapers but I ended up getting diapers and a lot of other stuff), I wandered down the baby lotion aisle and got some Aveeno baby wash, shampoo, and lotion. It's all for dry skin like Camille's, and the lotion even specifically mentions eczema. I figure, we have a couple of weeks to try the Aveeno out before Camille's next doctor's appointment. If she's still way flaky and dry by then, I can bring it up and maybe Dr. Dude can suggest something else.

One of my other errands today involved Comcast (boo hiss). I've been trying to cancel our service with them for a couple of weeks now, but every time I call, I am thwarted. The number connected to our account is a Florida number, so the 1-800-COMCAST line keeps sending my calls to the Florida region. And they can't do scrap for me in Utah from the Florida office, which is understandable. What is not understandable is that none of the customer service turds in Florida can tell me how to get hold of the Utah office. So after much irritation on the phone, I decided to just walk into my local office and cancel that way.

While waiting at the Comcast office, a guy sat down next to me. I had Camille in her carseat on the floor in front of me, and she was sucking on her binky and just chilling quietly. After several minutes, this happened:

Random Dude: Is your baby always that good in public?
Me: Yeah, pretty much.
Random Dude: Wow. You're lucky.

Random Dude then proceeded to help me lug the bag full of Comcast paraphernalia to the counter when they called my number. Ironically, while Comcast has been one of the worst companies to do business with ever, the nicest things always happen to me at the Comcast office. Random Dude and his help today, and the Comcast office was the only place while I was pregnant that someone got up from their seat and offered it to me. I know what you're thinking. "Really? The whole time you were pregnant, only one person got up from their seat for you?"

Yes. It's sad, isn't it? Whatever. I got all the sweet parking spots.

37 Weeks

On time!! Hells yuh.

Sweet Jesus! 37 weeks! I'd like to say that time has flown, but it hasn't. It's been soooo slooooow. Especially these past few weeks. But now there's only 3 weeks to go and I'm kind of freaking out a little bit. In a very short period of time, I'm going to be responsible for a tiny screaming thing. Come oonnnnn motherly instincts!

My Facebook status yesterday read: "When is nesting supposed to kick in? I turned the bassinet into a laundry basket, which is, I believe, the opposite of nesting."

True story.

The crib is currently a receptacle for all the baby clothes, blankets, toys, etc, that I just didn't feel like putting away properly. The Pack 'n Play downstairs holds those same type of items (baby stuff) that hadn't made it upstairs yet.

I guess I'm waiting until after the Baby-Que to really let myself start to get ready. Or perhaps I just lack the motivation because I'm in some kind of weird denial. The giant belly I have isn't being caused by a baby, but rather a tumor. With a heartbeat. Yeah, yeah, that's it.

Doc appointment tomorrow. I get my Group B Strep test (mrrg), and also checked to see where I am as far as effacement, dilation, blah blah blah. I'm expecting the report to be that I am neither effaced nor dilated at all, but a small part of me has been allowed to hope against hope that the doc will say, "Well holy shit, you're practically ready to deliver." Wouldn't that be nice!

Jake's birthday prezzies arrived today, and I quickly realized that there aren't a lot of places around the apartment that I could hide them where he wouldn't stumble across them. So I left them in the box they were delivered in (Amazon.com - squissshhhh with love) and told him that box was off limits because it contained his presents. I told him he could have them now if he wanted to, but he declined. I think I'll give them to him on his actual birthday, or whenever the Beast decides to make his/her exit. Because I think after the Beast is here, Jake's birthday present might slip my mind.

I hate Comcast. There, I said it. We signed up for cable TV last Saturday, and thus far I've been to the Comcast office every day this week, and have changed out the cable box once. I suspect I'm going to have to do it again tomorrow... get a new box, that is. Ours won't work. The first one wouldn't properly display the Guide screen (everything showed up as "To Be Announced"), and we weren't getting some of the channels we're supposed to get. The new box today does even less than that... it's stuck on Channel 1, promising that in just a moment, there will be picture. There isn't. The Comcast box is a goddamn liar.

My hunger is. I must raid the skeeter-eeter for noms before I start to devour the mouse pad. O_o