I had a decent weekend, rather, my stomach did - but Sunday night made up for the reprieve.  Enough so that I scheduled with my doctor this morning and made my way to his office.  I left there with no surprises given my research, which is good I guess, but it also left with a script for pantoprazole.  I took one right away and I'm feeling okay at the moment, but the real test is bed time.

At least I felt well enough this weekend to partake in Avery's birthday cake!  My baby is 8, how can that be? We visited with her Nonni on Saturday and indulged her simple requests for meals on Sunday.  I also felt well enough on Friday that I was putting things out side for people who could use them to come take.  The weather has cooled significantly, so I really need to keep getting things dealt with in the basement.  Bending over with my weight hasn't been pleasant for my stomach/breathing or my back, but adding in extreme heat and I was so not doing it.

School has started off well.  We have also started with some chores and adding responsibilities (like being in charge of getting everything out of the backpack and putting everything back in.  Simple enough but it's all about the responsibility of it.  She has happily come home the two days this week and kicked off getting her homework out of the way - something I always did too, I'm happy to see her free up the rest of her evening.

Foster kitties poo went out again yesterday, so I'm hoping for word that they have the all clear and I can submit their biographies and we can get on finding them forever families.

It wasn't just a milestone birthday, I think it was my best if used by date.  I've spent the last week feeling "sour".  I'm not someone that tends to get heartburn, I only had it a couple of times while very pregnant even.  My stomach is usually an iron fortress.  That feeling is so unnerving.  Being woken feeling like barf is on the horizon isn't a good time.

Tums don't do anything.  My favorite egg gave me a tablet of what he typically takes claiming it will deal with it immediately and nada.  I hate to admit it, I'm going to have to call the doctor.  I know they'll tell me it's acid reflux and related to my weight.  Should I bother?  Is it a waste of money to go?  I'm not finding anything else it would be.  It's just ridiculous how quickly it started and with fervor.

Zero's mouth looks normal again.  His bodily functions have gone back to normal and he's eating again although with less vigor and insanity, which is prb a good thing.

My little waves of feeling the burn continue.  Last night was burning and burps.  Talk about a neon sign telling you to lose weight.  How do people get much larger than me if I feel as miserable as I do right now?

This past weekend we got to spend some quality time with my sister M, who came fully prepared to celebrate Avery's birthday.  We hit a few of the antique shops here in town, grabbed a delightful bite at one of the local Mexican restaurants, and popped into Marshalls.

While at Marshalls I spotted a beautiful set of spooky sheets, but of course they weren't in the right size.  I've been very calm and focused this spooky season.  I had two items - now this a third - that I'd love to get.  Michaels has been slow rolling some of the other lines and I haven't gotten my eyes on the items I'm digging.

This week we have started to wake earlier each day in preparation.  Two blows hit - the first is that her best gal pal is in the other classroom, the second is that while we have the same bus number it won't be our driver from last year.  Today is meet the teacher, so we will be taking some supplies in.  Avery is a bit like I was - she's excited to pick out her supplies and seems excited to go back in some capacity.  It's going to be a great year!

Zero managed to get stung by something this morning.  He looks like he got "smacked in tha mawth".  1/2 of a benadryl has been deployed.  Poor doofy boy.

You can't make it up.  Zero has been *ahem* lose this afternoon/evening.  C'mon man.

The abnormal amount of splatter today has settled down -- if you don't count me spraying ketchup across my work desk.  Never trust one of the heinz tear and squeeze options on the dipping vessel.

 Yikes, bad start.  Last night I woke shortly after falling asleep - there was a bit of reflux (because I ate too late in the evening coupled with being overweight) and I felt pukey.  So I lost a bit of sleep until I got myself settled and gratefully I didn't lose said dinner.

This morning the dog (as he regularly does) chugged too much water and yacked part of his breakfast back up.  Now Barney threw up (not a regular occurrence).   It's 7:03am.  Slow your roll Friday.

Back again!  Avery and I are back from our second cruise on Symphony out of Bayonne.  Same itinerary as June, but this time we traveled with my sister, her guy, and my long time bestie, her hubs, and their son.  This trip we were assigned a Central Park balcony as I only had a neighborhood guarantee.  We had great placement close to the forward elevators on deck 11.

We stayed onboard in Port Canaveral (again), walked around doing a bit of shopping in Nassau, and took to our typical slides and pool in Cococay.  We had a bit of rain in Cococay, but got lucky as the seas were calm and travel to and from was clear.  It was a nice trip.

This marks the last hurrah before school starts back up.  Just a week and a half of sleeping in and chilling at home before we get back to it.  While we were gone I got the bus schedule.  We're excited to have the same bus number, I'm hoping it comes with the same driver.

Now that we're home and settled back in - I thought for sure the dog had caught the chipmunk, but it turned out that babies rabbits were instead left in our yard.  He got two of them.  When I heard the squeal of the third I managed to move him, but no clue if his Mom will find him.  The foster kittens all grew like crazy in my week away - especially Mercury!

The garden looks pretty sad.  Not much to be had to date, the chipmunk destroyed the rest of my beets, the cukes are wilting.  I pulled the carrots before the chipmunk went for them.  I have some potatoes still to harvest and finally a few pepper plants (from seed) are starting to bloom and grow fruit.  At least my basil is finally going crazy.