My 29th birthday is next week. I'll likely be spending part of it at my therapist's office. I mentioned going to my favorite Mexican restaurant for dinner would be nice. I'm the kind of person that loves celebrating birthdays, even my own. The last one was extremely anti-climactic...I don't think there was anything special about the day. It would be nice if this year was a little more memorable. Of course, it has to be on a stinking weekday, so even if some friends wanted to go out it would be more like sitting around with a few drinks until about 11. Maybe I'm starting to get in denial about getting older, that it's actually okay to end the party before midnight.

Ronan is amazing me on a daily basis now. He can suck on his toes. Found his thumb. Makes new consonant noises. Gets big belly laughs. Can raise his chest off the floor. Loves to meet new people. Cries in sympathy when other kids cry. Can do a 360 on the floor. Is thisclose to rolling over on his own. Can briefly sit up without support. Can pick up his pacifier and put it in his mouth. I can hardly remember the teeny, helpless little baby I brought home from the hospital. This is what everyone meant when they said they grow so fast. Sometimes, when I'm talking to him, it's like he can understand me. I can read a book to him and he is interested.

I never knew it would be so cool to be a mom.

I'm hoping this actually works out. But I've just put up my website for the Binky Buddy product I spoke of in previous blogs. I got tired of waiting on big wigs to reply to me about taking a look at it.

Binky Buddy

So, this is the new contraption I get to wear on my right hand until the tendinitis heals. So far it's only difficult to write and type, but we'll see how much progress I make at work tonight. My thumb is completely immobile except for the last joint, and I can't bend my wrist in any direction.

Penmanship Practice

This is me, writing with my left hand, getting ready for likely doing so for some time after I get my new brace tomorrow. You can tell where my hand started to get tired.

So Scott's been trying to get a hold of me by phone for a couple of days now. After the first phone calls, which were 3 in number while I was in my 1 1/2 hour long session of physical therapy, I emailed him to let him know my known schedule for the week. He then proceeded to call me at around 11 p.m. (sound asleep), again while I was in therapy (which I had told him the time), and then twice while I was giving Ronan a bath. This last call he tells me he's getting pissed off and I need to determine a time I can talk on the phone. Excuse me for not being awake at nearly midnight or not wanting to leave my baby in the bathwater to answer the phone. He doesn't say what it is we need to talk about, just that we need to talk. I get no email, nothing, just increasingly hateful messages that I'm inconveniencing him by not being available to answer his calls, except he accuses me of screening them. I do screen my calls because I have creditors calling me, but I know what calls are his. Can someone please give me a break?

By the way, it's just a coincidence that I'm posting less often now that Scott and I aren't fighting. I've been going to bed not long after Ronan, and busy with other things, like finding work. I just noticed I only had 6 posts last week.

Thanks, Jaime, I think I will have it done on the left side of my chest, above what's left of my boob. Hey, just using your terminology ;)

Stupid tendinitis. I have to wear a brace all the time now, and the therapist has ordered me a brace that completely restricts movement of my thumb, so I can have a chance to heal. Since pretty much everything I do with my right hand involves the opposability of my thumb, it's pretty much hindering any progress. I guess I'd better start learning to write with my left hand, legibly. I wonder if they still sell those big writing tablets they have for kindergartners to practice writing?