My impression has been that, if all goes well, it's about 22 years of sleep deprivation.

Googling tells me some people have a paradoxical reaction to Symbicort, in that it makes them cough. I laugh, because I have a paradoxical reaction to almost any medication. I'm just on a steroid inhaler. My asthma makes me short of breath on exertion, but sometimes sneaks up on me by just making me tired.

My impression has been that, if all goes well, it's about 22 years of sleep deprivation.

Not necessarily! A lot of it is the luck of the draw, but kids do learn to sleep eventually. (I realize you're also talking about worrying about them once they're big enough to do things like drive around by themselves at night with a carful of friends. We've still got a few more years before we reach that stage...)

Still, I will just say, if I had gone three years without a good night's sleep, I don't think I would have been so eager to have a second kid.

When is Thing 2 due, Kate?

sj, you are going through a super tough time and this is a safe place to vent. I really wish things were easier for you.

Fred Pete, I hope you and the doc get it figured out soon!

I totally levelled up in Adulting today. Got out of work at lunch (no work and I'm not going to dick around on company dime when I can dick around at home, paycheck be damned). Came home, fixed lunch, and started watching Outlander while I ate it. Finished the episode while crafting throws for the parade that is still over six months away. Here's the super awesome part, imagine sound effects and maybe a cascading coin sound: I stopped after one episode, and despite website annoyingness and stressful decisions switched my car insurance to USAA, cancelled my old insurance, and opened a damn Roth IRA account. Finally.

And now I'm off to yoga.

Go me.

The school where I interviewed last week wants me to come for a campus interview. I really hope this one works out.

Go, smonster! You win at Adulting today.

I mainlined a bunch of episodes of Dig today as part of the effort to clean off the DVR before we get rid of cable. While also flattening out the six boxes of crumpled newspaper that the tea things were wrapped in so that they fit in the recycle bin.

Yay, Hil! Tons of interview~ma.

Ginger, Thing 2 (aka Seabiscuit, not to be confused with Liese's Seabiscuit) is due July 9th. It's been a relatively easy pregnancy so far, but I am definitely getting to the point where my walk is more of a waddle, and it's hard to find a comfortable position for sleeping. (It does seem cruel that when you most want to tank up on sleep in preparation for the arrival of a newborn, your body conspires against you.)

Yay you, smonster!

Good luck, Hil!

I laugh, because I have a paradoxical reaction to almost any medication.

I laugh with you. I've baffled my doctor with my upside-down reactions to the BP meds he's tried me on. Diuretics, for example, are not supposed to make you retain fluid until your feet swell.

I found celery seed to be an effective natural diuretic, which annoyed him, because he doesn't believe in "herbs and flowers" as medicine. I said, "The fun thing is, it works whether you believe it or not," which annoyed him further.

Oh, speaking of my annoyed doctor, I finally got him to run the dang test for thyroid problems (the full, anti-thyroid something something test). And it came back normal. So, whatever my problem is, it probably isn't thyroid, so I'm Letting. It. Go.

(I wanted it to be thyroid, so I'd have (a) an answer, and (b) a solution. But no.)

Most of my issues were anemia, which was blissfully easy to mostly fix. Yay, iron!