Readers, I won't kid you. My emotions are always close to the surface. Anything to do with children, especially adopted children makes me weepy. Here's the emotional scoop on the last week:
1. After much consideration, earlier this week, I made an appointment to bring Kelsey to Target to take her holiday photos. Just making the appointment in person and telling the sales person that it's Kelsey's first Christmas at home made me tear up. I was embarassed that I "welled up" and quickly left the store.
2. When I told Kurt, he wanted to make this appointment a family photo session not just Kelsey. However, I know that everyone wants to see photos of our precious daughter, not so much us :) It meant a lot to Kurt, so I switched it.
3. I had an appointment to interview a new pediatrician. Due to change in our insurance I had to find a new one. I am not pleased about this at all! I love our Dr. group and find them incredibly flexible to our needs. We didn't have much choice in Dr's but I felt good that it was close to our house, in the same town as our original Peds and had a large group of Dr's working in it.
I must have had a miscommunication (no!) in our meeting because I thought I was scheduling a one on one appointment with a Dr. who had experience with Chinese adopted children. When I got to that appointment, I was appalled to see a few women in a room with one very young very very blonde Dr. It seems I missed the "introduction meeting" that they had scheduled me for instead. When I insisted that they gave me the wrong appointment to the very young very blonde Dr, she had the freakin' nerve to suggest that this might not be the right practice for me! As if I had a choice! Anyway, I rescheduled an appointment to bring Kelsey in. All I want right now is to have an interim Dr. until my NEW insurance kicks in and we go running back to Dr. Singer. Stupid Young Blonde Dr will not be seeing my baby!
4. I had my very first meeting on the major project I work on all year. I went with a co-worker and we had lunch at Maggiano's (a new restaurant in Bridgewater). The place was really cool and fun but the food was not good at all. Will not be going back! Plus I got lost going half a mile on 206 and was 10 minutes late. Luckily Jane was her usual charming self until I got there.
5. We are having a big fundraiser on Dec 11th. I was told the printer handling the invitations would handle everything, but they were sent the files too late so they didn't have time to do anything but print and fold our invites. That meant I had to get 4000 invitations stuffed and bulk mailed. Needless to say, not fun. However I finished them with a great deal of help from my new colleagues and they're off to the mail house first thing Monday am. (sidebar, the guy I'm working with knows Kurt's uncle from highschool and has very fond memories of his paternal Grandmother! small world!)
6. When I was going to pick up the last 2000 invitations, I fell down the cement stairs and hit the sidewalk. I felt myself fall in slow motion and all I could think about was I was going to hit my head and it was going to hurt. My Angels were looking out for me. I didn't hit my head AND I only had one bad bruise on my side. But I cried all the way to the printers! And spent about 6 hours stuffing the invitations at home.