It's been a while since I've been around here, so here's a brief catch up on me:
Due to a negative blood test, I'm diagnosed gluten-sensitive, but I still think it's celiac disease because grandma is diagnosed with it. I've also delt with bouts of random lactose intolerance before going gluten-free as well as anemia.
My questions are, when I do get glutened, are there any drugs I can take to alleviate the painful symptoms? I've been glutened back to back recently, and my hubby is getting frustrated that there is nothing I can take for it. Wine helps a little but not much and is not an option when I'm running after our 4 and 2 yo boys by myself during the day. WebMD lists predisone, but it looks as if that's for the autoimmune response to gluten. I'm going to see my dr tommorow, but I don't think he'll agree that's what I can take if he doesn't agree that I've got celiac.
My other question is, is there anything to help my mentral cycle? I was told that it would get worse in the beginning, but get easier later. It's seems to actually be getting worse. It's like getting glutened once a month. And I hope this isn't TMI, but for the last two months, it's like my body save most of the yuck for one day. I've been making sure that I'm close to a bathroom so that I can "change myself" every hour or two. Is that common among you women?
So I promised my hubby I wouldn't tell anyone yet that he agreed to having another baby(except on this forum), so I'm sorry if I'm boring you guys, but I just have to vent this somewhere!
We just got back Saturday night from vacationing in small towns, and I was really looking forward to eating more than just canned gluten-free soup for a change. Yesterday morning, I wanted something quick so I poured myself a bowl of Chex but the milk soured while we were gone even though it was not past it's expiration. I was so frustrated I slammed the milk down on the counter, forgetting that I had not yet put the cap back on. Some of it spashed on the wall, but I was so hungry, I was more concerned with making myself some eggs instead of cleaning it up. It actually felt relieving to make a mess in my frustration anyway.
So, after arguing all day about him blaming me for not checking the messages on our cell phone (he missed several calls from his boss while we were away), he tells me last night that he doesn't think it's a good idea for us to have three kids at all because he just couldn't believe that I didn't want to clean up the milk that morning. Are you kidding me?! I couldn't make him believe that I was going to clean it up and that at the time, it was more important that get food into my stomach. (I have a tendency to be a bit hypoglycemic.) I couldn't even talk about it with him. I'm so upset, I've been giving him the silent treatment ever since.
Mommida brought up some old memories of mine of when my cousin and I use to stay up all night making up funny words whenever we got together. I was wondering if anyone else here could be creative enough to do that (it's been years for me... ) The 3 that I remember the most were:
Unfortunately, it may not be quite as funny typed out as spoken, but I thought we might give it a try.
Okay, so I take our boys to the YMCA almost every morning so that they can socialize with other kids and I can get a mommy break. At that time of day, there are a lot of seniors there for classes and other groups. I'm only 31, but I love talking with older people because I love to hear their stories and experiences when they were young. However, one fellow, Tony, is making me increasingly uncomfortable. He's divorced and probably in his 60's. At first he was ok to talk to, we actually had some things in common, both having been high school teachers. (He also seems to be hung up on the fact that we're both gemini (I don't buy into astrology at all)). He has developed this crush on me and at first, I just thought it was harmless. He knows I'm married and I've even told my hubby about him and he agreed that Tony is probably just a lonely old man who has made mistakes in his youth and now regrets them (he told me all about how he use to run around when he was young and how stupid that was). He keeps asking if he can take me out to lunch (even with the boys) because he knows we go to Chick-Fil-A all the time because of the playground. That was when it got uncomfortable. I said no, so instead, he bought me a Chick-Fil-A gift card - "for Charlie", my 1 year old. Charlie is a charmer and gives everyone who wants them high fives and smiles. My hubby was actually fine with the gift because it was free money. Men. Anyway, I hadn't seen Tony for a while, because I suffering from a recent glutening. I still went to the Y, but didn't hang around long enough to see him because I was too ill to play basketball with the boys. This morning, he was there and practically begged for a kiss. I flat out told him no, and reminded him many times that I'm happily married, but he kept begging. Finally it was time to pick up my boys from their classes, which has lately been very relieving!
Anyway, I only ever just talk to him the same way I would talk to any of the older people there. I feel bad for him, because I know he's just a lonely man, but I feel too, that I should report him to the Y staff.
Also, and I don't want to sound stereotypical, but he is originally from Puerto Rico. Is there a cultural thing there that would influence him to act this way?
Does anyone else think it's unfair for my husband to compare me to his mother when it comes to how well (or not) I manage our kids? Our boys are 1 and 3, and though they run me ragged at times, I'm so not done. I want at least one more so bad, I imagine another playing with the 2 we've got already, or how they react when I bring a new baby home from the hospital. But my husband has always wanted only 2 and is especially insistent upon it now because of "all" my health issues (many of you seem to have it much worse than me, I consider myself lucky). But when the boys give me a rough day or I've been glutened, we don't have any family to rely on nearby to help out, so I end up calling him at work, desperate to know how soon he can come home. I know I shoot myself in the foot for that, but some days I really can't think of anything else to do. Tonight, he said that his mom didn't have the same kind of "breakdowns" that I seem to have and she had 6 kids. So (in his mind) how am I supposed to handle anymore? I don't think that's a fair comparison, first of all, I'M NOT HER! Second, he was the last of the 6. I'm sure she had motherhood down cold by then!
Tonight, he brought up getting a vasectomy because I don't want to go on birth control. I'm hesitant about birth control because I'm unclear on the whole abortofactient (sp?) issue and I'm not sure I want to go and mess with my hormones right now anyway. This whole subject has really got me weepy and I can't sleep, so...anyway. I guess I just need to vent a bit.
I just get really annoyed when he starts comparing me to his family. Another thing he did tonight was comment on how much I play games on the computer. When I need a break after he comes home or after the kids are asleep, I'll veg out playing a few pogo games. "No one in my family plays computer games," he said, almost haughty. In my family we do, and he just doesn't see the draw at all. It's not like I'm spending my entire day glued to Canasta. But that's what he sees me do sometimes when he comes home, so to him I spend my day on the computer. Why do men think that way? My step-dad does the same thing to my mom.