Luna-tic

Has anyone else seen the latest Luna flooring commercial? You know the one where this totally obnoxious guy tries to parody Tom Petty's "Free Falling".
For some reason the "free flooring" guy makes me want to find him and run him over with my car. His singing grates on my nerves.
Maybe it's the fact that yesterday it played 20 times, or maybe it's just me.

Now My Week is Complete

About an hour before my 12 hour shift was over today, I was called to evaluate a patient for home oxygen before they were discharged. The process is pretty simple. You get an oxygen level with the patient on oxygen, then remove them from the oxygen and see if they drop to the accepted level. If not, you walk them down the hall and see if they drop (your body consumes more oxygen when you move). If they do, they need oxygen.

So I got my baseline level of oxygen on this little old lady and then told her that she could take the oxygen tubing off of her nose. Let your nose and ears rest for a bit, I told her. After explaining that I would be back in 10 min or so (you have to give the oxygen time to leave her body) I walked down the hall to do some charting. 10 minutes later I returned to the room and checked her oxygen saturation. It was still not low enough so I told her we'd have to go for a little walk. I gave her my arm and helped her up. She took a few steps and let out a yelp. It was then that I noticed that her oxygen tubing was caught up around her. So what did I do? I found the tubing and gave it a good tug thinking it would become un-caught and we could continue on our walk.

I was wrong. She yelped again. I followed the tubing and it was down the front of her pants. How it got there I have no idea. Again, I tugged, lighter this time and again she yelped. I followed it more. It went through her legs and was wedged pretty good.

In her butt crack.

Guess who had to put gloves on and pry her oxygen tubing from deep between her sweaty butt cheeks? Yep, that would be me.

So next week when you're having a really crappy day at work just stop and remember.
I win.

Thank God It's Thursday?

You ever have one of those weeks? Well I'm having one. I found this on The Bloggess and it about sums my week up.

Unless You Want to Sleep in the Bathtub

In case you know any other preggo's out there, here are a few things that you should probably NEVER say to them.

You're going to eat all that?

Did you move from the couch at all today?

You're not buying those pants are you, they're HUGE!

It's just a suggestion.

Oh, Hi.

So yeah, turns out I still have a blog.
It's not that I forgot about you all, it's just that I have Band Hero now.
And it's so cold out and my couch is so comfy.
And I have to actually DO stuff to blog about it. All I've really been doing is working, cleaning my house, and hibernating.
This week we got over a foot of snow and I have a feeling this winter is NEVER going to end.

That's all I've got.

Sorry.

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I had this big post planned for my Birthday yesterday. But I was distracted by two things.
Birthday cake:
And:

I have wanted Band Hero since FOREVER and my wonderful hubby got it for me! I spent the day Rockin' out and eating cake. Not a bad way to start 32.

Wordless Wednesday- Little Beggars

Hey, It worked for Moses....

Yesterday Spiderman and I went to the baby Dr for my 12 week appt. He had an emergency with another patient so we had to wait a bit before we were seen. We were sitting in the waiting room and were confronted with one of my many pet peeves. I swear, someone should write a book on cell phone etiquette and make EVERYONE read it. We sat in the waiting room for about 20 minutes and listened to the lady across the room and her entire VERY LOUD conversation. If you feel that you must have what should probably be a private conversation in an otherwise silent room filled with other people who could really give a shit about your life, please try to do it in semi-hushed tones. Or go sit in your car. Or you deserved to be smacked. Hard. By me.

Okay, That's all I'm going to say about that. On to more interesting things.

Spiderman and I were also looking at cribs. Baby shopping would be so much easier if Mr. Picky Pants would just let me buy what I want and not have to have an opinion.

There are so many cribs to choose from and so many of them are crazy expensive. I was looking at the Babyland web site and found this disturbing picture:

Yes, that's supposed to be a crib. It looks more like a baby cage. Or a baby crate. Like the kind you put your pets in at night so they don't pee all over. I have visions of saying " Okay honey get in your crate, Mommy and Daddy are going out." It just seems wrong.

I'm partial to darker finishes on furniture and I found this crib. It's simple. It's convertible.

And the best part? There is one very similar at Target for under $200. Now, that's what I'm talkin' bout!

We're also thinking about a bassinet to put in our room for the first few months. I'm kinda partial to the Moses basket idea like this cute one:

The only problem with the basket idea is where would I put it that would be safe from kitties? They LOVE them some baskets. I could just see all three of them crammed into the basket. Baby and two furry companions. This would probably be a bad idea, right?

Does anyone have an inexpensive kitty-free option? Or a way to kitty-proof the basket?