Oooh, an hour and a half left of Friday. I can still make it under the wire for 7 Quick Takes. (More here.)
1. I woke up this morning with a KILLER headache. I've never gotten migraines but based on the symptoms I think this was one. Normally 200mg of ibuprofen can knock my (infrequent, mild) headaches out; it takes 400mg for a really bad one. That didn't even dull this one, and my head hurt so much I actually felt nauseated. I ended up calling Bryan to come home from work. He was here from 11am-3pm. I napped, and felt somewhat better when I got up, so I sent Bryan back to work.
2. We went to my sister's house to kill time for the rest of the day, and it was she who prescribed my headache cure: caffeine (in the form of an iced cappuccino from Tim Horton's, since I hate real coffee) and a handful of almonds, since Branwen's mother-in-law says they help her headaches. I like almonds and B had them, so I figured it couldn't hurt. An hour later my headache was gone, hooray.
3. Of course I know that caffeine helps headaches, but I hadn't tried it until that point because of the whole nursing thing. I am mad-sensitive to caffeine and so are both my children. Drinking the iced capp this afternoon meant that Blaise did not finally fall asleep, strung-out and crazy, until about two hours past his normal bedtime. But honestly, it was preferable to me having a headache all those hours.
4. Have I ever talked about how I used to get headaches constantly? My mother-in-law does too, and when I joined the family I remember her saying, "You're the only person I know who gets headaches like I do" and offering to share her AC&C (aspirin, caffeine, and codeine) with me. (You can buy AC&C over the counter in Canada, and my parents and in-laws live right across the border.) Not long after that, I heard about many headaches being caused by dehydration and started downing more water on a regular basis, plus adding extra if I felt a headache coming on. It worked so well that I have become a devotee of water-as-headache-medicine. Still haven't converted my mother-in-law, though.
5. I Tweeted about this yesterday, but I'll put it here for posterity's sake too. (I'm fully expecting to have my blog published as a best-selling book someday. Aren't you?) On Sunday Blaise was six months old (I blogged about that here) and yesterday morning he had his six-month checkup. He is 28.5 inches tall, has a 18.5-inch head, and weighs a whopping 22lbs, 8oz. Since he started out at 7lbs, 11oz that means he has gained 14lbs, 13oz, an average rate of 1.3oz per day. But here is the part that blows my mind: since all the calories for every single one of those pounds has gone through my body, shouldn't I weigh less than I do? Maybe I need to stop baking cookies quite so often, or something.
6. I'm thinking the reality is that it's fine for me to bake cookies; what I really need to do is have the self-control to keep from eating a half-dozen in one (every) sitting. There's a novel idea.
7. But if you are looking for a good cookie recipe, I recommend this one from Martha Stewart: Citrus Cornmeal Shortbread. Crisp-tender, crumbly, with a nice crunch of cornmeal and the perfect hint of citrus. Just as good made with lemon zest instead of orange. I like to double it. (The zest, that is. Actually, I like to double the recipe too.) The perfect cookie to have with tea, in my opinion.