Wednesday, August 15, 2007

5% of the population...

...suffer from hypertrichosis.

Hypertrichosis is a term for when you have eyelashes that grow inward toward the inside of your eye. Guess what. I have it.

I went to the eye doctor yesterday because my allergies have been so bad and I constantly feel an intense itching in the inner corner of my eyes. I knew that it was probably due to my "pregnancy allergies" but decided to go get checked out anyway because I have had scaring on my cornea from past eye infections. After a short consultation with the eye doctor about allergies and medicine, he looks at my eyes with that magnifying light thingy and two seconds after turning on the light he says, "It's not allergies." I say, "Oh, man, it's an infection?"
"No, its trichosis." he replies.
"It's whats-osis?" I say.
You have eyelashes that grow inward in your eyelids.


So after a long explanation about how bad it's gonna hurt, he puts numbing drops in my eyes, turns the lights down low and opens the door and yells down the hall, "Set back my next appointment, I'm gonna be in here a while." He lets another Dr. passing by know what I have and it's apparently some sort of "freak of nature" thing I have 'cause no one can believe it. The other Dr., the nurses....

So, yeah, I am beginning to freak out now. Dr. comes back in and starts prepping his big curved, freaky looking tweezer things. I ask, "So, is this really going to be bad?" He replies, "Is that your first pregnancy?" I say, "No." He says, "You'll be fine, then." I am thinking, "WHAT THE HECK!?!" This is gonna be BAD!

Turns out it wasn't AS bad as I thought. I had 8 plucked from my right eye and 4 plucked from my left -- but it took about 3 or 4 tugs on each hair and my eyes kept watering up really bad. It felt like someone was pulling my eyelashes out through a secret passage in the back of my nose. Halfway through I decided I deserved a pretzel. But, I was good and went and got a Frullati fruit chiller instead.

The worst thing about all of this is knowing I have to go back and probably get more plucked. The Dr. said that usually your insurance requires you to go back for two plucking procedures before they'll cover the cauterizing surgery to keep the hairs from growing back. Yipee!

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Pregnancy Dreams

OK, so, for those of you who know me -- you know I am a weird dreamer in general. Things get EXTREMELY amplified while I am pregnant. I have been sharing some of these with some of you face to face, but I just have to write down my most recent two, so I will remember them later. Maybe they'll also be a source of entertainment and enjoyment for you. Generally, the people I love most do "mean things" to me in my dreams. Say rude things, ignore me, etc. And night before last was no different....

(Wayne's World Dream Intro)

I walking around in the huge, ornately decorated lobby of a hotel. It's got a lot of gold trim and accents everywhere, so I am thinking I must be in one of the Trump Hotels. I walk out into this beautiful atrium where two large glass elevator shafts are. I see the biggest freakin' gorilla I have ever seen in my life! Next thing I know we are in hot pursuit. I apparently have super-natural-hero-type powers at this point, 'cause I'm climbing the outside of the elevator shaft, bounding off of rafters -- trying anything to get this giant gorilla away from me. I end up distracting him, running back inside the lobby and temporarily locking him out into the atrium. I know it won't be long until he crashes in the glass doors, so I run and I can hear him banging into the glass behind me.

I jump on the nearest indoor elevator -- decorated with ornate gold carvings, of course, only the best for "The Donald" -- and I hit the highest floor, cause I know Brian and I are staying in this sweet suite at the very top of this hotel. I am hoping the whole time that this gorilla who has it out for me doesn't know how to operate the buttons of the elevator. But, for some reason, I can hear him coming, I KNOW HE'S COMING and it's freaking me out!

I get to the top floor of our 'penthouse suite' and run in and start locking several doors and openings. There are tons of them and I run by Brian who is in nothing but his boxer-briefs and he's talking on his cell phone. I start frantically begging him to help me lock all the doors, and he holds on up one finger and mouths to me, "Hold on one second."


I start yelling, "Please, help me lock all the doors." Again, he mouths, "Hold on." He goes on with his cell phone conversation about band auditions.

I wake up. GUH!

My other dream isn't quite as funny, or as vivid, but the funny part of this morning's dream (yes, it's 5:40 on a Sat. morning and I'm awake.) is that I was feeding Brian a vanilla pudding cup like a baby. And every time I would give him I bite, he'd say, "Mmmmm, puddin' loving."

Ok. Weird.

Saturday, August 4, 2007

Her Biggest Fear?!

My 2 year old is afraid of few things. No problem with heights, or speed, or falling for that matter. She gets that from me. She doesn't fear strangers, not even elderly people at the nursing home. She gave a total stranger in a wheel chair a big hug once. She's not really afraid of anything that most 2 years old are afraid of, but today I discovered one of her fears.

Dryer lint.

Yes, you read it correctly, dryer lint.

I emptied the dryer this morning, and I guess some of the lint trailed behind me and landed on my recliner as I was folding clothes. When I was done, I got up to leave and heard Ella scream and run. I came back and a "lint creature" was sitting on the recliner, and she was FREAKED OUT ABOUT IT! Brian who was sitting in the office, heard her yell and asked me if she fell and hurt herself. It took me a minute to figure out she was afraid of the lint. When I picked it up to throw it away, she backed up, wide-eyed and cautious.

My kid, afraid of lint. Sheesh.

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Ella's taking a poll

During our hour and a half wait at the car dealership today, Ella and I enjoyed the complimentary popcorn and fine amenities of Goodson Honda's Kid's Playroom. While there, we met a sweet guy (probably 8 or 9) who was nice enough to let Ella watch The Wiggles. He also let her join him in some Lego building. They were playing and talking to each other and he was being so nice and patient with her.

Then she squatted down right in front of him, looked him square in the eye and asked, "Do you go poo-poo in the potty?"

The cute little guy replied, "Do you need to use the restroom?"

"Nope," Ella said.

I guess she's just taking a poll to see which parents make their kids actually do something as appalling as poo-pooing in the potty.


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I have 2 lovely daughters and 2 handsome sons, who keep me very busy and a husband who keeps me grounded. I received my BA in Graphic Design Communication in 2003. A year and a half later after working in corporate America as a graphic designer and living through my OWN REAL LIFE "OFFICE SPACE" I got certified as art teacher. I have been teaching since the fall of 2004.