Sick Day...:)

Okay, I really need to do some report cards and marking tonight, but I also really want to blog - not to mention catching up on all of your blogs.  But, I will try to make this brief.

Today I took a sick day and kept SR home with me too.  She was supposed to be with my parents today anyway as she has been getting over her own cold/fever/diaper rash thing.  Yesterday I spent the day with a very red and dry eye.  I wasn't convinced it was pink eye though.  I took SR to the pediatrician after work and while we were there I asked him if he could just tell me if he thought I had pink eye (or if SR did too) as it would save me a lot of time trying to get to a doctor myself.  He told me it was partial and not to treat it and it would clear up on its own.  He told me to just tell people I've been drinking.

Now, one thing about my daughter's paediatrician is that he is a matter of fact man.  I think so highly of him and SR just loves going to see him.  But half the time I have to ask him to repeat what he says b/c I can't make out what he's saying.  But I know he genuinely cares about SR as it is noticeable in the way he greets her, "How is my friend SR feeling today?" and how gentle he is with her.  He also never makes me feel foolish for bringing her in even if it's multiple times in a week just to have her ears and chest checked.  Yesterday she answered him with, "Dr. M---, I have a fever."  It was very cute.

So, I mentioned that I didn't want to take any meds b/c I'm pregnant.  Well, all of a sudden, we had our first conversation.  He said, "Oh really?  Are you doing it the same way?"  I was stunned.  The only time the topic of conceiving SR came up was on our first visit when SR was 4 days old.  My dad and I went together as I had just been released from the hospital that morning and couldn't carry the car seat after my c-section.  He turned to my dad and said, "are you the father?"  My dad was shocked and said, "no, I'm the grandfather."  And I guess I told him the father was a donor.  That was it.  25 months ago!  So for him to ask me if I'm doing it the same way meant he really does pay attention to his families.  I told him it would be a full sibling and that I'm not telling people yet (tomorrow I'm 17 weeks BTW) and I told him that I hoped he would be the doctor for my new little one.  He said something along the lines of "good for you."  It made me happy.

Anyway, so back to the pink eye thing.  I went to bed last night assuming I would be going to work tomorrow with half of an eye with pink eye.  I woke up this morning with both eyes caked with crap and the first eye completely red.  I quickly typed up plans and got in touch with my dad to come over to play with SR so I could go set up my classroom - I'm so not on the ball this year with being prepared to just be away. Especially not during report cards and when I leave as soon as the bell rings to get to the paediatrician's office.  I went into school and set up and was home relatively quickly.

SR and I had a great day.  I got a day off from my horrendous class - nice kids individually, but probably the most unmanageable in 12 years...also I refuse to yell at them or raise my voice as it's just not worth it.  We played with playdoh, and read books, and danced, and just hung out.

And Potty training is going really well it seems.  Today after her nap I asked if she wanted to use the potty.  She said yes, but her diaper was warm (fresh pee), so I asked her if she wanted to poo on the potty.  She's made lots of pees, but no poos (other than one fluky time a long time ago).  She was excited about that and ran to choose a book to take with her.  So she sat and we read and read and read.  I kept asking her if she was making a poo, and she kept saying "yes" and we kept on reading.  Finally, it was enough!  I told her we were finished and lifted her off the potty....AND THERE WAS POO....LOTS OF POO!  I didn't hear it or notice her pushing at all!  I was so excited.  We are getting there.  I'm not ready for school to potty train her b/c I want her to wear her onesie still to keep her back warm - they go outside for an hour in the morning and an hour in the afternoon and it's COLD in the Greater Toronto Area.  I know they won't potty train with a onesie on, so I'll do what I'm doing at home, removing the diaper on the weekends and just asking her during diaper changes and before the bath.  It seems to be working slowly, and what's my rush?

On that note, I'm going to try to do a little bit of work.  I know I had more to report, but I don't remember now.

Tomorrow I see my OB for appointment number 2.  I'm 17 weeks tomorrow.