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I've thought of tons of things over the course of this weekend that I wanted to write about, but of course now most of them have slipped my mind.

Friday was Andrew's Friday off work. I did my bike ride in the morning (with Ian) -- just under 30 minutes for 4 miles. At least this time I felt like I kept up a steady pace over the course of the ride, as opposed to crawling like a snail for some of it like I did the last time I rode with Ian. After the bike ride, I took the Mazda to be inspected. It is now legal for another year. After lunch, Andrew went to get the massage that we gave him a gift certificate for for Father's Day. I am now officially envious (if I wasn't before). Friday evening I had to myself, as it was Andrew's turn to go to board game night at our friends' house.

Saturday I went for another bike ride in the morning. Back to the same ol' 34 minutes for 6 miles time I've been doing. I wrapped the birthday present for the party Corwin was going to in the afternoon, and then I went to work. Excitement at work was that we had new computers in the lab, and the new logins we have for non-student users didn't work. Turned out the issue was that we had been given an incorrect password, but unfortunately our IT librarian had to actually come in to the library in order to figure this out.

Sunday (today) I skipped my bike ride, because my legs have been tired and achy for the last several days running, so I figured maybe I needed to give them a break. They have been feeling better today, so we'll see how I do once I go to bed -- the achiness has been keeping me awake a bit. Slept in late for me these days, got up, cleaned up the kitchen, and made waffles for lunch. Andrew fried bacon -- and I think he did a better job than I usually do! Then I cleaned up the kitchen again.

Corwin had a makeup swimming lesson this afternoon at 3, so I took him to the pool for that. While he was having his lesson, I tried to swim a few laps. I could do one length of the pool no problem, but pretty much had to take a break at the end of every length. The swimming was tiring me out much faster than I'm happy about. However, it has literally been years (I couldn't even tell you how many) since I last spent any time in a pool that didn't involve a child hanging off of my body, so I guess I was doing reasonably well? I suspect I got tired so quickly because I'm not used to the kind of breathing that swimming requires. I wouldn't mind doing it more regularly, but I think the chances of that happening are fairly slim. After I swam for a bit, I ended up helping Corwin's teacher work with him on back floating; by the end of the lesson we actually got him to float on his back with no hands supporting him for a few seconds! Hopefully he can keep improving from there -- he is very scared of being in the water when he's not touching the bottom or holding or being held onto. At least over the course of these swimming lessons he has gotten used to putting his face in the water, which is a big step forward. He's definitely made progress. He has one more lesson left -- another makeup, that won't be until next Sunday.

For dinner tonight, we ordered pizza. After the kids went to bed we unpacked the last big box of clothing that was in our bedroom. It was mostly old t-shirts -- we ended up putting a fair number of them back into the closet for Andrew to wear when he exercises. But we're still getting rid of a bunch of old Beer Bike and MOB t-shirts from our Rice days....really no need to hang onto them any longer since they aren't getting worn. 1 and a half boxes worth of stuff will be going to the local women's shelter tomorrow -- and we have a really big empty space on the floor in our bedroom that we need to figure out what we want to do with now. We have actually come up with a few ideas -- now to see if we can afford to implement them!

Lastly, I had a nightmare last night that I actually remember: I was back at Rice, and it was finals week. I had finals in both Biology and Chemistry, but I hadn't been to either class all semester, so I wasn't even sure what day the finals were. So I was trying to both study frantically and find someone I could ask when the final was, because I wasn't about to call the professors since I hadn't been to class all semester. On top of that, I had just gotten a tattoo on my lower right abdomen, and somehow getting the tattoo required me to have a 6" long, 1/2" diameter stent (in my dream, a metal tube) inserted in my abdomen in that area, so I was walking around with this tube sticking out, and it would periodically fall out and I'd have to shove it back in again. Fortunately, this didn't hurt, but it was incredibly annoying to have to deal with, especially while trying to study for finals that could be happening at any minute.


Apr. 21st, 2011 09:06 am
cifarelli: (Ember)

Last night's dream was set back at my parents' house, where I lived with my current hubby and kids. There was a homeless man squatting on the balcony; he'd put up a piece of cardboard along the railing to keep the sun off of himself. When I went to ask him to leave, he said that homeless people were "moving in" all along the street, and pointed out the ones at the house next door and the one across the street. So I acquiesced that he could stay, though I was none too happy about it.

That lasted until yet another guy set up a Rock Band 3 drum set in the yard and started playing Chop Suey (a song I cannot stand) on it, with all the nearby guys, including the one on my balcony, singing along in a chorus. Then I called the police.

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Feb. 16th, 2010 11:06 am
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I dreamed last night that it was Dragoncon time of year again, the day before, actually. And [ profile] martinhesselius [who, as background, lives in Birmingham, AL] had decided that he wanted to ride with us (from Houston) to the con (for some reason, we were driving instead of flying). So Glas had booked himself a plane ticket to Houston, that would have him arriving at 4:30 a.m the day of the con. He also really wanted to arrive at the con by 2:30 that afternoon for an EVE Corp lunch gathering.

Well when I heard about his plane ticket, I was really upset because I didn't want to pick him up at the airport at 4:30 a.m., and I knew Andrew wouldn't either because it would involve getting up even earlier than he normally does for work. Plus, we would have to leave by 6:30 a.m. to make it by 2:30 for the luncheon. I was ranting at Andrew about how the drive normally [like we'd driven before...*sigh*] takes 11 hours and we like to split it up by staying overnight at a hotel along the way, and in order to have 11 hours we'd have to leave at 6:30 to make it by 2:30 (never mind that my math was WAY off, there).

Anyway, the gist of it was that I was really frustrated with Glas for buying his plane ticket before discussing it with us first, and for planning something completely illogical with time constraints that were impossible to meet.


Nov. 17th, 2008 08:44 pm
cifarelli: (Ember)
I had a dream last night that I was playing Magic with a large group of folks (like 10 or so), [ profile] wildrice13, [ profile] destroyerj and of course Andrew among them. However, I was having a really hard time because there were Pokemon cards mixed in with my Magic cards, and I had absolutely no idea what to do with them. The other players kept playing cards that forced me to pass the cards in my hand to the players on my left and right, though, so I had given my two Pokemon cards to Andrew and my one Magic card (yeah, I had 3 cards in my hand) to Andrew E., leaving me with no cards and thus causing me to be eliminated from the game.

Yeah, this was was the "Give me the Brain" version of Magic. Or something.

Two Dreams

Sep. 27th, 2008 04:06 pm
cifarelli: (Ember)
A friend of mine sent me a link to this etsy shop that sells geeky baby stuff. In particular, she wanted me to see the book, "Pat Schrodinger's Kitty" -- a baby's introduction to theoretical physics. (Yeah, I figure it will amuse several of you reading this as well!) I was amused, but didn't think much more about it and went to bed.

Well, apparently, all that physics stuff got stuck in my brain.

Dream )

Oh, in other dream news, I actually had a dream in the last few weeks that was set in the house I live in now (as opposed to my parents' house). Another dream )

The dream not having my parents' house as my home is WAY new and different. I'm wondering if it has to do with Corwin actually being present in the dream, and him never having been present when I lived in my parents' house. Kinda like my subconscious couldn't place him there, so it finally decided to use my current house as my home.


Jul. 17th, 2008 08:19 pm
cifarelli: (Ember)
So I had a not-very-pleasant dream last night.

Dream )

Analysis )
cifarelli: (Ember)
I didn't sleep well last night due to Corwin randomly squealing/screaming a couple of times, and having bad dreams off and on a lot also.

I don't really remember the dreams very clearly any more, so you'll be spared the epic writeup. However, they involved at various times being at my Grandma's house in Dallas when a strange man showed up at the door in the middle of the night. He was ostensibly a bill collector or insurance salesman or some such, but he was really a magic user of a sinister sort. I could tell he was up to no good and so was trying to find my uncle's phone number to get him to come over and tell the guy that his excuse for being there wasn't valid, but I couldn't find it. Somehow the bad guy ended up in the house, but I don't remember any details. At another point, I was in an airport with Corwin, but we couldn't find our flight and I kept being in danger of losing Corwin (him running off, me forgetting him, etc.) Then somehow I had lost Corwin and I was hanging out with [ profile] e_why in some really weird place that we were trying to escape from but couldn't. I think the sinister magic-using man from my grandma's house was involved, too....maybe he was trying to prevent us from escaping? And the whole time I was worried in the back of my mind about having lost Corwin, but I knew I wouldn't be able to do anything to help or find him until I was safe myself.

And of course this morning in the real world, Corwin woke up not too long after Andrew got up, and kept getting more and more agitated until he was full on crying by the time Andrew was ready to leave for work. So I got to get up earlier than usual and throw on some clothes, and I didn't get all the way through my morning ablutions before Andrew brought me the still fussing and upset boy so that he could leave. So I'm in my glasses and haven't washed my face yet this morning. Should go do that here in a minute I guess, that and get Corwin dressed.

Yeah, it's taken me a long time to get this post written, as Corwin has been a lap-hog almost since we got up. He's been better about playing with his toys since we finished breakfast, though -- thus me finally finishing this post.


Mar. 17th, 2008 08:11 am
cifarelli: (Ember)
Dream )

That's all folks! Anyone want to interpret?


Nov. 6th, 2007 10:47 am
cifarelli: (Ember)
Wow, I had a dream (or maybe two) that I mostly remember last night for the first time in a LOONG time.

The first one involved Dr. Tibbo, one of the professors in the School of Information & Library Science at UNC, where I got my masters, came down to visit me in person. Unfortunately, she wanted to lecture me on how I was throwing away my career by working part time. In her opinion, it would be better in the long run for me to not work at all than to work part time. No one would ever hire me again if I kept working part time. It made no sense, but left me feeling very inadequate and insecure.

There was also an aspect where I was supposed to be in some important library meeting, but I had Corwin up at the university with me, and I kept having to leave the meeting to check on him, and ended up missing most of it.

Then the cool part -- I and another person were trying to get Corwin and all my stuff out to the car so we could go home after the meeting I mostly missed. We had gone out to the car with Corwin, and then realized we had to go back in to get my stuff. So I asked Corwin if he wanted to stay in the car and wait by himself while we got the stuff, or if he wanted to come with us. When he just looked at me, I rephrased to ask him single questions. "Do you want to stay in the car by yourself?" And he said, "No." That was really cool! :) Then I asked him to touch his head, to see if he could do it when I asked him to. He reached up and touched his head. So then I said, "Touch your head if you want to come back in with us." And he touched his head. It was awesome! He was communicating!

Unfortunately, that hasn't happened in real life just yet.
cifarelli: (Ember)
Living at my parents' house. My brother (as an adult) threw a violent tantrum when my parents said that I had to teach him violin lessons he wanted in the middle of the night. Can't say I blame him, as I know absolutely nothing about how to play the violin.

Veronica Mars was renewed. I found out when I logged onto lj and saw posts from [ profile] perkyshai and [ profile] sunflowerkwm both saying "VERONICA MARS IS A DRAMA WHORE!". The show was apparently running 6 days/week.

I was going through my closet with [ profile] sunflowerkwm looking for maternity clothes for her to borrow. I came across a group of about 10 really really cute pieces (cuter than any maternity clothes I ever saw in reality) that I'd borrowed from her when I was pregnant, but never worn because I'd forgotten I had them.

Something about having to take family pictures in the middle of the night, and trying to get Corwin to be awake and not crying for them.


May. 22nd, 2007 10:49 pm
cifarelli: (Ember)
So I've had two in the last couple of days that I remember:

1) The Pirates of the Caribbean were coming to attack this community mansion that Andrew and I lived in, but the community was defenseless because we'd buried all our weapons in an old Indian cemetery nearby, but too far away to get to and get back again before the Pirates got there. We had two sons -- Corwin and a younger boy named Connor. Corwin was the same size he is now, but he had four bottom teeth and could fly. Connor had learned to levitate, but could not yet fly. I decided that if Corwin could fly and carry us, we could probably get to the burial ground and back in time, so I went into a room alone with Corwin and told him to show me how he could fly. But he couldn't even get off the ground...guess he was too nervous or something. So instead we walked (carrying Corwin), but when we got outside to the "ditch" that the burial ground was "within a couple acres of" we realized it would take way too long to find it just walking around. So we went into the Indian weapon shop that was across the street, and decided to ask there if the proprietor knew where the burial ground was. The proprietor was a white guy, and he didn't know, but he offered to sell us weapons instead. Andrew had to go to the bathroom, and took a really long time about it, so while I was waiting on him ('cause I didn't feel qualified to negotiate for weapons on my own), I told Corwin to try flying again, figuring if he could carry us back we'd at least buy a little time that way. This time he got off the ground and was zooming all over the place, so I began trying to coax him to "pick up Mommy." But he never managed to do so before I woke up.

2) I'd been living in a psychiatric ward, but was home for a weekend visit at my parents' house. I'd been involuntarily committed by my (archetypal) parents, and I wasn't actually mentally ill. My friends [ profile] cdfallenangel and Travis (as played by Jared Padalecki [Gilmore Girls, Supernatural]) were over visiting, and we decided that we would run away and live on the streets together, rather than me going back to the asylum (I figured the homeless life would have to be more pleasant). Unfortunately, the men in the white coats were arriving to take me back right as we formulated this plan. Oddly, the men they sent had never seen me before and didn't recognize me, so I was able to just walk out of the house right past them and get away. I did walk quickly once I was away and take several sneaky turns, since I knew my parents would figure out what had happened fairly quickly.

Skippy, Travis (Jared) and I ended up at Skippy's aunt's house, because her aunt was known for her generosity in helping homeless people. For some reason the aunt didn't recognize Skippy, though. Skippy called her mom from there and told her that she was running away, that she was fine, etc., and that her mom was never going to hear from her again. Then her aunt gave us books, food, and a little money, and we all left, though we planned to stop in there from time to time for a little break from the homeless life. I was hoping at some point I could get some black hair dye to dye my hair so that the asylum people would be less likely to recognize me, since I knew they'd be hunting for me.

Outside Skippy's aunt's house, there was a river. It was paved up to the river's edge, and there was a row of cabinets sitting on the pavement, backing up to the river's edge. Travis and I decided to climb on the cabinets, and in doing so we caused them to fall over. I escaped without a scratch, but Travis broke his foot. Skippy and I just wandered off and left him; we didn't think it was a good idea for him to be homeless with a broken foot, and no one was searching for him to put him in an asylum anyway. The end.
cifarelli: (Ember)
My 37-week appointment was yesterday. I am 1 cm dilated and 75% effaced, so I guess my body is doing something after all, in spite of the fact that I don't feel like it is. I mentioned the mild swelling and hot flashes to the doc, and she said neither was anything to worry about. She said I look really good for 37 weeks as far as swelling is concerned, and the hot flashes are just due to hormone craziness. I guess it is better than crying for no reason, which I haven't done in the last week or so. *knocks on wood*

[EDIT: Forgot to mention, my Strep B test came back negative, so I don't have to deal with antibiotics during labor. Yay!]

This evening we are interviewing a pediatrician for the baby. Hopefully that will go well :)

Yesterday was a remarkably good day for me. I think I slept better Tuesday night than I have in a while. I still woke up a few times in the night, but I didn't feel exhausted all day yesterday like I have been recently. I had a bizarre but good dream Tuesday night as well Here's a quick summary )

Now if only I could figure out why this particular guy is showing up in my dreams again lately. I haven't seen him IRL in at least 15 years. I wonder if it is subconscious fears about the change that having baby will bring to my life, and insecurity as to whether I'll be able to handle it, so my subconscious is hearkening back to the time of my life when I still lived with my parents and had them to take care of me?

I didn't get home 'til 6:00 last night 'cause the doctor's office was running behind, and traffic was pretty bad once I finally got on the roads. But once I got home, Andrew made me sit in the comfy chair with my feet up while he made pesto pasta with chicken for us for dinner. That was really nice of him. :)
cifarelli: (Ember)
I feel like a hormonal crazy woman.

Am I having hot flashes? )

And now I'm worrying about the baby for no good reason )

Slept badly, and had an odd dream )

This morning, I'm still warm )

And there was a poor lost possum on the freeway this morning )

I think hormones are making me overreact to just about everything right now.
cifarelli: (Ember)
Stayed home from work yesterday due to acid reflux stuff keeping me awake all night again Tuesday night.

I didn't sleep well last night either -- had trouble falling asleep when I went to bed, probably due to napping too much during the day (but dammit, I needed those naps after not sleeping the night before!). And when I did sleep, I had stressful dreams. I'm taking a midterm I didn't study for! )

So then, I got to drive to work in the rain again this morning. Then I got stuck at the light under I-10 because the train that sometimes goes through about a block down from there and holds up traffic for a couple of minutes had actually STOPPED, blocking the street completely. I sat there for about 10 minutes until the traffic ahead of me finally cleared out enough that I could go somewhere (there are a couple of sidestreets between the light and the train, one of which was the one I needed). So it was 8:30 by the time I got into the parking garage, and there was one covered parking space left. Unfortunately, it was between a large F-150 parked nearly on the line on the left side, and a support post on the right side. I figured I could still get in there since I drive a small car, but I didn't pull close enough to the F-150 when I turned and ended up scraping up the paint on my right rear door. That was just the capstone to my morning. *grumbles*

And now that I'm actually in my office, Andrew has informed me that they're now blocking lj on the internet filtering at his office. So...if you need Andrew's input during the day for any reason, you'll need to either call his cell phone, catch him on ICQ, or ask me to relay a message.

Hopefully the day gets better from here. Please?


Jan. 22nd, 2007 11:50 am
cifarelli: (Ember)
A sleepover baby shower )

Back in the real world, it finally dawned on me why I'm not sleeping well these days. It's cause changing positions at night takes so much effort that I wake up every time I need to roll over. That probably explains why I sleep better the first couple of hours I'm in bed, too...because I haven't been in one position long enough yet to need to move. I'll be glad when the baby's born and I'm not hauling around so much extra weight and can use my muscles the way they were intended once again. :)
cifarelli: (Ember)
Andrew and I attended the first session of a 2-part breastfeeding class offered by the hospital last night (the second part is next week Wednesday). I think we got some good information, and I felt fairly confident that I'd be able to handle it when we left the class (though the idea of feeding my son every 2-3 hours around the clock for the first two weeks is a bit overwhelming and frightening from a lack of sleep standpoint). I suspect I will spend a lot of that two weeks napping whenever the baby does.

Last night, I didn't sleep well again. My left hip was bothering me more than usual, and even my whole left leg got into the act to some degree. But I know I slept some, only because I had a distressing dream that I had twins (both boys) and was trying unsuccessfully to breastfeed them. They were 36 hours old, and I hadn't even tried feeding them yet. I decided to try to feed them one at a time; since I hadn't done it before, I wasn't confident that I'd be able to get both of them latched on at the same time. So I tried feeding one twin at one breast for 10-15 minutes, failed to get him to latch, so then decided to try feeding the other at the other breast, and I did this alternately two or three times, each time getting more and more frustrated and scared because they wouldn't latch and they hadn't eaten in so long.

Other pregnancy-related stuff: I think my hips are finally doing that loosening-up thing I keep hearing they're supposed to do. Actually, I think they've been at it for the last week or so; in the last couple of days, my knees seem to be trying to get in on the act as well. I don't feel like my joints are going to go out of socket or anything, but they just feel "off" to me. The knees are the most bothersome, but I think that's because I have a longstanding paranoia that one of them will go out of socket, as I had that happen once with no warning and for no apparent reason when I was a kid -- I had been sitting on my bed getting some clothes out of my dresser, and when I stood up, my left knee popped out of socket and immediately snapped back in again. It hurt like all getout, and I ended up on the floor in tears.


Jan. 12th, 2007 11:44 am
cifarelli: (Ember)
I dreamed last night that I gave birth to the baby. My labor was very quick and almost virtually painless. After I gave birth, all my relatives wanted to come in the room and meet the baby, talk to us, etc., but I kicked them all out 'cause I wanted to nurse the baby and have him bond with Andrew and me. After nursing, the hospital people took him away for the rest of his "observation period" and I got up and got dressed (still in maternity clothes -- my stomach hadn't gotten much smaller, and I had these huge flaps of loose skin that felt kinda rubber-like) and went out to the cafeteria where all my relatives were. We sat and talked to them for a while, and they kept trying to get us to tell them the baby's name, but we were really reluctant to do so. It was like pulling teeth to get it out of us. [I guess that was the result of the fact that we're not telling folks his name until he's born, and so I'm in this mental mindset that I always have to remind myself not to refer to him by name, or telling people we haven't picked out a name yet (I got to do that lots last night)].

At some point, I suddenly realized that we didn't have a baby book, and was feeling sad about that. Then I wandered into the next room, and there was a Texas-themed baby book laying on the table, that someone had started filling out for us. They'd listed [ profile] gwentevis as the godmother (which makes no sense in reality whatsoever), which upset me because I was annoyed that no one had asked ME who I wanted the godparents to be. And I thought the book was ugly, too, and it wasn't the one that I had registered for. Then I flipped to the front cover and saw the price tag on the baby book -- $1780. I thought that was rather a lot of money to pay for an ugly baby book.


Nov. 14th, 2006 11:59 am
cifarelli: (Ember)
My sleep patterns have stopped making any sense to me. I slept really well this weekend and Sunday night, but I got to bed late Sunday night and thus had a hard time getting up Monday morning -- I felt like I slept well, but not long enough. I was tired all day yesterday, so went to bed a little early last night. And didn't sleep well at all -- I felt like I was awake and tossing and turning for most of the night. Though I know I must've slept some as I had a couple of dreams that I remember. And I feel much less tired and out of it than I did yesterday, to boot.

Last night's dreams were odd in a couple of ways. One of them was in the first person, but I was Andrew and not myself. The second was completely in the third person, like I was watching a movie. And both were of the sort that I would ordinarily call a nightmare, but for some reason I didn't find either one particularly scary or traumatic.

I'm Andrew, runnigng through a shopping mall. )

My very own mental horror movie -- Parents strongly cautioned! )

As I was having the second dream, I kept having reactions of "I can't watch this part" and "I have to look away now," just like I would if I were watching an actual horror movie. But in general this one was a lot less gory than I was expecting...when I woke up, the only injury she had was the cut on her thigh which was bleeding slowly as it was aggravated. But it was plenty threatening.
cifarelli: (Ember)
So my friends from northern climes can laugh at me
We haven't turned on the heat in the house yet, so the downstairs thermostat was reading 67 this morning as we were getting ready for work. Baby is apparently not yet doing his job of making me prefer cooler temperatures, as I was wearing both a pullover sweater and a wraparound sweater with some wool in it, and I was still cold in the house. And this at a temperature that I suspect many of you northerners would find perfectly pleasant.

Fire alarms have a perverse sense of humor
Slept like a log until 3:45 a.m. last night, when I woke up. Not sure if I woke up because I needed to go to the bathroom, or because one of the fire alarms was chirping, but either way, both situations were true. Why is it that fire alarms always pick the middle of the night to chirp at you that their batteries need replacing? And even better, they seem to pick the first night you were getting good sleep after not sleeping well for several in a row. :P

After the Andrew convinced the fire alarm to shut up, I had a hard time falling back asleep, and once I did I found myself wrapped up in a nightmare that my house was infested with undead. Read all about it. )
cifarelli: (Ember)
I'm feeling better, inasmuch as I haven't needed to take any pain meds since Friday morning when I got to work. Unfortunately, I still have a low-grade nagging pain in my side that doesn't really go away ever, and gets aggravated if I do too much bending (getting in and out of a car seems to be the worst, though getting in and out of a chair will also do it if I am up and down frequently for some reason).

I'm also really missing caffeine. Actually, not so much the caffeine itself, as the things I enjoy that have caffeine in them. I haven't had any Coke, tea, or chocolate since Tuesday (though I will admit to cheating and having a little bit of chocolate syrup on my ice cream this weekend; I figure the amount of caffeine in that has got to be so miniscule as not to count). There are Halloween M&M's at home calling my name. And last night I dreamed that my mother made me a chocolate cake, and there was leftover ice cream cake with chocolate ice cream in her freezer, and I ate quite a lot of both.

I also dreamed that I went out to eat at a pizza restaurant with a large group of girlfriends (Rose from high school and [ profile] sunflowerkwm's sister Stephanie among them), and got charged $8 for my glass of water. I was annoyed and arguing with the management because my friends who had had gin and Cokes only got charged $5 for their drinks, and I thought it was unfair that they were charging more for water than they were for alcohol.

We took it pretty easy this weekend. We did some shopping on Saturday, most of which ended in frustration again. The flooring I want to do in the two extra bedrooms and the hallway upstairs turned out to be more expensive than I was expecting, so we are having to examine finances REALLY closely to see if it's a good idea to spend the money to do it, and consider possibly only doing part of the area under consideration. Plus Andrew and I are having a hard time agreeing on what color flooring we even want. But, this is something I've wanted to do since we bought the house, and I don't see myself suddenly NOT wanting to do it in a few years. So it may be worthwhile to just go ahead and do it anyway. We also went to USA Baby to look at gliders, but they didn't have the model that I liked from Babies R Us. So we trekked back to Babies R Us and I wrote down the MFR# and SKU# from the chair I liked, hoping I'd be able to order it in a customized version either online or from USA Baby. But when I tried to look it up online later, I couldn't find any gliders from that manufacturer with those numbers....which I suspect leaves me right back where I started. However, I did find out from the manufacturer's web site that most of their gliders come with any combination of lock/recline/swivel that you want, so I'm thinking maybe I can go back to USA Baby and find a chair I like, and then order it with the lock/recline features I want (but not the swivel -- I don't see a need for that). I'm just getting frustrated with this whole glider shopping experience. I don't understand why Babies R Us doesn't offer that one chair in a customizable version...even though ONE OF THE TWO THEY HAVE IN STOCK HAS A PAPER ON IT THAT SAYS IT'S CUSTOMIZABLE!!!

I expected shopping for both the floor and the glider to be a lot more straightforward than they have turned out to be, and that's been really frustrating to deal with on top of not feeling great physically.


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