Temperature control

Wednesday, 21 February 2007

A post, in three parts.

Part 1 : Last week, there was a day in the office when it was, kid you not, 84 degrees in my cube. I'm pretty sure that I have the warmest spot on the floor. Our admin seriously laughed at my discomfort and near fainting because was comfortable for the first time ever in the office. I was not amused while I tried not to be sick.

Part 2: Last Thursday I came home and the house was 57 degrees. It should be somewhere around 67. Turns out the furnace was having some issues. If anyone has any interest in electrical engineering, I can explain in more detail. Basically, its old, and the young punk who looked at it at first thought for sure it would need to be replaced. That included tearing out the asbestos taped duct work. He gave us a couple of miniature space heaters, and left us until Friday when one of the old guys, who do "modernization" work, would come take a look at it. I spent all of Thursday night and Friday waiting for the guy trying to figure out how we could afford a new furnace, daycare, and a crib for the sprout to sleep in. He showed up, said, oh yeah, let me just replace this part (that young guy said wasn't replaceable) and we'll have you up and running. He finished in less than an hour because it "was a near perfect fit". The bad news, its not completely perfect and may not last 20-30 years, only 10-15, when it will need to be replaced again. My fear is mostly that he won't be there anymore, and I'll be left to young punk who wants me to give up my nice quiet gravity furnace. I love the old guy, partially because he loved my dog.

Part three: I came in to work on Tuesday after enjoying the nice working furnace all weekend, only to have the heat now be broken at work. Which means, its tolerable. It was 67 when I got in, and today is still only up to 73. I'm in heaven. My manager was taking notes in a meeting wearing mittens. I would feel bad, but I'm in heaven.

Summary: I really really am amazed at those of you who were very pregnant in summer. I feel like my thermostat is all messed up. So much so I carry a thermometer with me to make sure I haven't completely lost it. (And because I'm fighting a cold at the moment and I because of outside temp issues, can't always tell if I have a fever or not) Ajd gets worried when I don't wear a big winter coat unless its sub zero, while I'm basking in the 40 degrees like it was 60 out. We'll put this on the list of things I didn't know about before I said, "Oh, lets get pregnant".

I don't know how to breathe...

Sunday, 18 February 2007

Ok, so I do, but according to this class we took, I don't. Maybe its because I've always been the kid in the back of the class, or wanted to be the kid in the back of the class, that we just giggled most of our way through baby class. It didn't help that ajd was all cranky about having to get up at the same time we do to go to work to go to a class on a Saturday. I think I'm the only one of the group to deliver at Abbott, so I'm hoping not everyone else's fun videos were produced in Boulder. I like Boulder, nice place, very pretty, my mom lives there... but way to much "sharing" for my taste. I'm a Dragnet type of girl, just the facts ma'am.

I can do this, even though we left class without going through all the different ways to hee and hoo. I know, I'm sure I'm being to confident about it, but I can do this. Maybe read a little more, but if I got anything out of the whole thing, its that I can really do this. I'm not as confident as I was before I found out that when you have a really bad contraction you can't laugh, but I'm still feeling good. So far I've gotten through the gas, the dog kicking, weight gain, and nausea, by realizing its all pretty funny. Example: Farts are funny, especially when they smell bad, so why can't having a good reason to fart be really funny.

Oh, one more thing about the class, since I feel the need to bitch, but who the hell has a class for women who are really pregnant and doesn't give them a place to put their feet up. Seriously, I don't know what super women there were there, but I was not having fun.