How am I here blogging if I’m elsewhere?

Surprise! I’m actually back with a post. But…aren’t I supposed to be on a plane to Connecticut right now? Well, yes. And hopefully I am. But WordPress is wonderful and you can post-date your posts and they’ll show up later, when you want them to. (This is one of the many reasons I switched from Blogger earlier this year. Blogger would let you post-date your posts, but it would post it immediately with that future date instead of waiting until the time you’d designated to post. Sources claimed that Blogger was working on fixing that feature, but they were too slow about it for me.) Thursday is turning out to be a VERY light day at work, so I figured I’d type up some posts ahead of time and schedule them to appear while I’m gone. That way the blog looks nice and active, though you still won’t get a trip recap until after the first of the year.

Unfortunately, Baby B seemed to have a bit of diarrhea on Thursday morning. I called the doctor’s office and talked to a nurse, and she said not to worry about it unless it’s black, red, or she has ten dirty diapers in a day or it lasts for more than a week. I won’t go into graphic detail about her dirty diapers (you’re welcome), but I’ll just say they became more frequent and the daycare called after something like her fifth blowout, so I called the doctor’s office again. They had us come in (not a big deal for me because we were very slow at work), and not surprisingly, they don’t really know the cause of it but suspect it’s a virus of some sort. She seems to be acting like her normal happy self–I’d never know anything was wrong unless I looked in her diaper–so I’m just hoping it’s not something that flares up while we’re traveling. I’ve printed a list of pediatricians and hospitals within a 20-mile radius of The In-Laws’ house that take my health insurance, so I do feel prepared should a visit to the doctor be necessary while out of town.

Anyway, they took a look at her ears while we were there, and she’s got a double ear infection. Again. #5. I asked if we were headed the direction of having tubes put in, and she said we’d see how she responds to this treatment and consider more seriously that option next month at her one-year-old appointment.

I joked that she’s going to make up for our Labor Day weekend trip to Atlanta, where we had a complete lack of dirty diapers the whole time we were gone. (Or maybe there was just one. But I’m pretty sure there were none. For purposes of this story, I’ll say there were none.) I’ll change diapers in the airport all day long, but I just hope we don’t have a situation where an airplane diaper change is necessary, especially if it involves a blowout. Eww. And if we do, I hope I get a gold star from some Committee for the Betterment of Diapering Babies. They’re pretty stingy with their gold stars, though.

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On a related note, Baby B received “Everyone Poops” (a book, for those not familiar with it) for Christmas. I think The Husband is a little too embarrassed to read it even to himself, let alone out loud to her. Yet the man changes dirty diapers without flinching. Funny, huh?

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Baby B was 17 pounds and 9 ounces when she was weighed on Thursday.