Looking for a new crib mattress

We’ve been looking for a new crib mattress for the baby, we have one from Shanda but it’s a bit old and we want to get a new crib too, so screw it, we’ll get a new mattress to go with it. I’m in favor of getting an organic one but I’m not sure if it’s worth it? Does anyone know?

I found a website about finding the best crib mattress and it had some good advice, but I really don’t know what to look for. They suggested a particular mattress and it looked nice, but we’ll be searching around some more for one. The last one we got was a Kolcraft mattress and it was okay, but the cover didn’t come off so it was a huge pain in the ass to clean. The neext one we get is definitely going to be machine washable, I don’t get the point of a mattress not being that way because babies are just little pee machines.

We’re also looking for a crib, the site we were looking at also had a post about cheap cribs that seemed helpful. We don’t have a lot of money to spend so it’s a really big help. We were going to get a hand me down from my parents but I read that it’s a bad idea to use old cribs so we’re just going to get a new one. I hope Walmart has some cheap ones because it’s the only store close to the apartment…. well besides the liquor store.

Well, I’m really getting a headache so I’m going to get off the computer and go to sleep for now. I hope it goes away in the morning. Goodnight friends!

Saving Money on Diapers? Sign me up

One of my twitter friends just shared this link about saving money on cheap diapers by buying on Amazon. To be honest, I’m not all that keen on buying from online stores because I got ripped off on ebay a while ago and never did get my money back. I had bought an iPad from someone in China and it turned out that it was literally just a heavy book in the box and not an iPad. I tried to get my money back and ebay didn’t help at all. OH well.

Apparently they have a program called Amazon mom that lets you save 15% on diapers right off the top. It’s not free but it’s worth it I think, if you buy a bunch of diapers at once and have them scheduled for delivery over a few months. What’s nice about that too is that you get another 5% off if you do it, so it adds up. Money is tight here lately because I’ve been unable to work so it’s nice to be able to save a few bucks here and there. Work has been kind of slow for my husband too which sucks. Sigh.

I didn’t realize how expensive it was to raise a kid these days. It really is an eye opener. Baby diapers have been one of our bigger expenses, too but we managed to get a good deal on most of our baby gear. Our car seat was used but a gift from one of my friends, and our stroller was a baby shower gift too. We weren’t as lucky with the diapers though.

I also found this hilarious youtube video earlier. I laughed so hard I almost peed a little, I just love babies so much. LOL.

This Was My Wonderful Friday

This was how my Friday was totally wasted…

My doctor doesn’t believe that I am not (currently) Type II Diabetic. I have been monitoring my blood sugar for three months and according to all the articles I’ve read, and my mother, grandmother, and two aunts (all Type IIs) agree that my numbers are within the norm. I can’t go off and eat a cake and some pasta, of course. I do have to exercise more and get more strict about my diet. However, I am convinced, that at this time, I am not Type II.

Again, my doctor disagrees, so he ordered a Glucose Tolerance test. This is a two hour test that has to be taken at least 8 hours after fasting, in the morning. I was a good girl, and I did my fasting. I was told I could have water, but I didn’t indulge. Sorry, but I am not an 8-glasses-a-day sort.

I woke up at 7:57am did my morning stuff, took my meds, and by 9:15am I was out the door and on my way down to the bus stop.

I arrived at the clinic at 10am and at 10:30am I had my first blood draw and was given some faux kool-aid glucose that tasted like someone dumped the entire sugar bowl into it. Guh-Ross! Once that was done, I had to go sit in the waiting room for an hour.

I brought my book with me and thought it would be all right, except the A/C was so freakin’ cold it was like sitting in a refrigerator. Honest to god, it was painful cold! I complained, as did two other waiting patients, but nothing was done about it. By the time I thought to go sit outside and warm up, it was 11:30am.

A different nurse took my blood.

If this were my phlebotomist, needles wouldn’t be a problem.

Now – my elbow veins are small and like to run away. Because I am not a big water drinker, my blood flows sluggishly. It is a problem for a phlebotomist. This is not a new thing. This has always been a problem even way back when I was a healthy little kid running around like a spinning top. Basically, I am simply not hydrated enough, so my veins are small, they run away, and I have molasses for blood. (And yes, I know, this is just another one of those damn things that sets me up for a stroke or heart attack – that’s another blog post, so let’s leave it for now. Kay?)

So, elbow veins are lousy. What works? The veins on the back of my hand. Yep, I can hear some of you going EW. Well, it does hurt, but since I’m not so great with needles in the first place, anyplace that you stick me with one is unpleasant, so WTH, stick the back of my hand with a needle. I don’t care… all that much.

Every. Single. Time. I get a blood draw, I tell the phlebot not to use the elbow veins and use the hand veins. Sometimes I get an argument. This time I got an argument, and my elbow vein was caught and stuck. And, the phlebot complained that my blood was really, really slow. Uh-huh.

She’s finished, though, and doesn’t complain about sample size, so I think I’m already to go back to the refrigerator for an hour and I do so. Except, it is still too damn cold, so I went and sat outside. 80 degree weather today with a nice breeze and I’m in a purple sleeveless dress with gothic-y embroidery on it, sitting on the sidewalk. Yep, funny looks from the downtown tweekers.

An hour goes by. I don’t get called for my third and last shot. At 1pm I go to the desk and ask what’s up. They call a nurse for me and no one comes out until 1:30pm.

BTW – I haven’t eaten one bit of food since 11pm last night!!!!!

The head of the nurses station comes out and tells me that there will not be a third stick. My test is “inconclusive”. Wanna know why? Because the 2nd nurse should have tried to get a better blood draw from my hand, but didn’t. Nor did she let me know there was even a problem. On top of that, she told her superior, when she was asked why she didn’t draw a second sample, that she had gone to the refrigerator to call me back for a second draw but I never answered!

Okay – you’re saying – you were sitting on the sidewalk outside and never knew she came out. Sorry, bub. But, I let everyone know just where I was. I could see every nurse and doc that came out. Plus, they have a speaker that outside in which their receptionist uses if you don’t hear yourself get called.

The bint lied…. grrrrr

So, I finally left, at fifteen minutes to 2pm, went to a nearby restaurant, ordered some food, which was served at 2:10pm. I then ate, paid my bill, got on the bus and went home. I was home at 3:30pm.

What a freakin’ waste of a day, AND I have to get the test, AGAIN.

Honestly, I’m really thinking of refusing to take it again. Way too much trouble.

So I Hurt My Back Again

Because I’m overweight, I threw out my swayback a couple of days ago. Having a swayback is a hazard anyway, and it is far too easy to throw it out of whack. My glorious career as a hotel maid went by the wayside because everytime I picked up a corner of a bed mattress to put on a sheet, I was in danger of throwing out the swayback. As it was, at the peak of good health, and age (I cleaned rooms between 14 and 25 years old) I threw out my stupid swayback at least twice a month. Damn swayback didn’t get the message and kept coming back.

I have never had my swayback go out just because I’m overweight. Well, now it’s happened.

Yes, I know it’s my own fault, and I knew where I was headed. It still didn’t force me to get up and move, nor did it stop me from having that extra bowl of frosted mini wheats. So, if you value your life, don’t criticize me there.

I spent a day walking around with the husband downtown. A pleasant day. I couldn’t keep up with him, and my legs, knees, and hips were hurting. I never said a thing, though. No complaints.

That was it, though. Hitting bottom. I didn’t want another day like that.

So, I am trying to change my situation, but it’s very hard. Just jumping in and doing exercises isn’t that easy. I’m not really sure what to do, other than walk. I wish I had someone to exercise with, but I don’t. It’s tough to make friends when you rarely leave the house. And, I love my husband, but he won’t exercise with me. He won’t join a gym with me, and he’s not so great in the diet area either. Turkey, spaghetti, and spicey soup are his staples. Turkey should only be at Thanksgiving, not once a week. Spaghetti and spicey soup are foods I can no longer entertain because my ulcer keeps breaking up the party.

I’m very determined to lose weight, I have to do it. It’s getting harder and harder and more annoying and it’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while. Plus with my diabetes, my doctor keeps urging me to, so I have even more reason to. Does anyone have any advice?