Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Dear Metra Rider (there may be cursing)

Dear Metra Rider,

When the train is packed full of commuters and every seat is taken, you do not have the right to take up an extra seat with your bag. And when the visibly pregnant lady asks you if she can sit in that extra seat, you definitely don't have the right to sigh and roll your eyes at her.

Allow me to assist in your confusion of where your bag should be placed -- you see that bag rack that runs the entire length of the train? Yes, the one about 1.5 feet from your lazy butt? It would love to fulfill it's destiny as the holder of your bag.

Consider this fair warning. If you do it again, the pregnant lady *may* sit on you.


One overly annoyed rider on behalf of all of your fellow commuters

Monday, October 12, 2009

Tough guy

My lil man has got me all figured out. One little "mama" out of his mouth and I'm ready to do whatever is needed. And if he adds his open arms reaching to me...well...let's just say some "parenting" experts would take exception to what they may see as the mama being played like a puppet.
But I'm ok with it. He's only going to be a baby for so long. So when he bumps his head and cries and rubs it while walking up to me for extra loving and sympathy, I'm ready to dish it out.

Some of you may be thinking, "But wait -- what if he really hurt his head?"

Well, take a gander at this:
One ripped off nail + Zero tears = He's got me all figured out.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Flu Shot

I hate the internet. I realize this is an ironic thing to say in a blog, but it's true. There's just too much information available, just sitting there ready to freak me out. And if you don't like the answer you found, you can always find another one to calm you down or freak you out more.

The most recent event topic I had to look up was the amount of mercury in a flu shot.

I got my flu shot a couple weeks ago, after my monthly OB visit where I was told to go get my flu shot. I completed the required form, indicating I am pregnant. Got the shot. Good for me and Lil Lady Lydon.

Next stop was Walgreens. While I was waiting at the pharmacy, another pregnant lady was talking to the pharmacist about her flu shot -- she needed one, and wanted to be sure she was getting the mercury-free type since she was pregnant.

What? Wait.

Was I supposed to specifically say I needed a mercury-free shot? First of all, I didn't know to ask for one. Second, I had already gotten the shot -- did I really want to know at this point if I had gotten a mercury-free one? No. Yes. Well...no. I mean yes.

So I called the place where I got my shot and it turns out that no, I had not gotten a mercury-free shot. Even though I had indicated I was pregnant on the form. I was then told that the level of mercury in the shot was so low that there was more mercury in a tuna sandwich (which my doctor wants me to continue eating), and that the mercury-free shots are basically a marketing gimmick.

Well, what else was this mercury-shot-giver going to tell me?

So I called my doctor, and she confirmed -- nothing to worry about. So what do I do? Worry.

Then I go online to read about the levels of mercury on my own. And this is just one example of what I find:
Fucking internet.

So my next step was to email Tom and tell him what was going on and that I was told not to worry. Because I share my worry with those around me. He said not to worry.

So now I share my worry with you. But I'm not worried...