I haven't written for a while. For some reason, I've been craving stillness. Maybe it's the stress - I've podcasted twice since I've blogged, and both were rants. And it's certainly not a lack of stuff happening.
Work-wise, I'm starting a new job (same company) on December 1. On the one hand, I'll be learning all kinds of new technology, which will make me more marketable whatever I decide to do. On the other hand, the project I'm joining is a bit of a train wreck, and as the new kid in the pack (even though I'm relatively senior compared to most of the others) I feel I have to be careful how I offer suggestions. I can't just say "What are you, nuts? What about this? And this? And this???" Well, I can. But that doesn't make me a team player. Figuring out how to say it politically is going to be a challenge.
So it's a good thing, really. But it's also a) change, which I don't always weather that well; and b) kind of sad. I'm leaving behind something I cared about a great deal. It's the right decision, and I don't regret it; but still.
Em's had a rough couple of weeks as well. She woke up barfing at 2:00 am on October 9, and did it (if I remember correctly) 5 more times between then and 10:30 in the morning. No fever, and spots of energy and normal behavior; but it's really awful when your child hurts and you can't do a single damn thing to help. She's been a bit of a barnacle ever since, but I don't mind. If it comforts her to be near me, it makes me feel better as well.
She's also had continuing problems with constipation. At this point, I'm nearly convinced that the times we thought she was having night terrors she was actually having severe gas pains. Even with the medication I've had to give her a suppository a couple of times. We're working on giving her a more widely varied diet, which will hopefully help; but boy oh boy, I want this cleared up soon. Potty training is pointless with these kinds of problems.
Speaking of which - she comes upstairs with me a lot now in the morning when I shower and dress. (She actually showered with me this morning - sort of! I had to hold her the whole time. We didn't end up washing very much.) When I was dressing this morning, she looked up at my dresser, on which the pair of tie-dye hearts training pants I bought her is sitting. "Emily's panties," she said sagely. I agreed. She showed no interest in wearing them - but the fact that she's feeling a sense of ownership is a very good thing.
As for today - we're headed for another no-nap day, although she's not all that awful without a nap anymore. Although since we're going to my in-laws' for dinner, she'll probably be a complete terror. Well, the sooner they see that side of her the better, I suppose!