Pre-Preschool Jitters (Mostly Mine) | How Much Did I Spend Last Week? Oct 7-13, 2024

It’s the start of a whole new era. Until next week…

Monday

Today, Atlas is heading to his babysitter’s. He could, technically, be starting preschool today, but I decide to send him so that he gets to say goodbye to her before starting (she’s been on holidays for the last two weeks).

Of course, what I entirely forget when I make this plan is that next week is midterm, so he’ll be back with her for the four days he’s off preschool (neither preschool nor his babysitter’s is open on Friday, so he’s still with me on Fridays). Oh, well! No harm in having him start school tomorrow and have a slightly shorter week for week one.

I drop him off in the morning, walking him the five minutes there, but once again it’s very apparent to me that I need to just start driving him. It feels ridiculous, but I’m so sore by the time I get home that I need to sit down for at least 45 minutes to gather my wits, and that little pause doesn’t feel like the best way to start my day.

This morning I have an appointment at my OB’s office where I’ll be tested for gestational diabetes, and meet with my OB to discuss plans for baby’s arrival, which is feeling both very close now, and also very far away!

When I get there, I’m sent downstairs to the lab area to drink my glucose drink (which is fine – there’s so much scaremongering about this in the prenatal chat but it’s just like drinking a sugary energy drink), then go up to meet with my OB.

I’m waiting about an hour, which is pretty normal for this office, but means that I’ve just been called in by the nurse when the lab calls up for me to come and have my blood drawn, so I run back downstairs to do that first.

When I meet with my OB, she checks in with me about my various delightful symptoms. “Would you consider trying physical therapy?” she asks, and I tell her I’m doing PT once a week. She doesn’t seem to have many other suggestions, but she’s very nice about it all the same.

I’ve decided to schedule my C-section after all – although truly I flip-flop about this every day – and we get that on the docket for December 20th, then she asks if I’ve considered whether or not I want to have my tubes tied while I’m at it. (This doesn’t come out of nowhere; I tell her, when she points out that two C-sections would mean I wouldn’t have a choice for baby #3, that there will not be a baby #3.)

I won’t tell a lie; it’s not something I have considered for even one second, but as it’s covered by my insurance and can be tacked on to the end of my C-section surgery… it kind of makes sense. I tell her I’ll think about it. (I’m still thinking about it.)

Before leaving, I pay my outstanding bill. ($299.12)

I grab Burger King on the way home ($10.03), but they forget to give me any ketchup so I don’t get to eat it in the car park (my preferred method, as it’s still piping hot and your kitchen doesn’t end up smelling like Burger King) and instead bring it home to eat.

I then do a few hours work in the office before Brandin and the boys get home, having picked Atlas up on the way. We have chicken nuggets with mashed potato and broccoli for dinner.

Our composting subscription with Dirt Wain comes out ($19), and Amazon finally processes and charges me for two photo frames I ordered for two lovely prints I was sent ages ago by The Wishing Line, an Irish print company. ($21.38)

At just €22 for the three above, these would make a very cute gift – especially for an Irish person living abroad.

The boys play outside for a while before bed, then the older two have showers while Atlas has a bath, and once they’re all asleep (or at least, on the way to being asleep), Brandin and I chill out for a bit before heading to bed ourselves.

Daily total: $349.53