I've got 3 major ones. They make my head want to explode. I'll list them in the order of how much they annoy me.
1. When I am talking to somebody and ask a question and I know the person I'm talking to heard me but they don't respond. It's not rhetorical, answer me dammit!! Liam and Jeff both do this to me often and wonder why I get so exasperated.
2. When........people......write..............like...........this. Do they even realise how much longer it takes to write like that? Use some punctuation, I'd take a whole paragraph full of exclamation points rather than have to read something with excessive use of elipses.
*disclaimer-there is one person who can get away with it in my books, but she's my sister and I love her and so I don't say anything.
3. Writing things on the computer in text-speak. Ur nt kewl. I actually know lots of people who do this and for the most part they're awesome people but this just annoys the ever-loving shit out of me ;)
Okay done with my little rant.
16 November 2009
13 November 2009
Josh's Birth Story
It occurred to me this morning that I may want to record the birth stories of my children so that one day they can read them. I know that day is far off but I'm trying to think ahead. This may get long-winded. I know, shocker.
I'll start with Josh since his is the most fresh in my memory. I was due on September 16 and that day had come and gone. I'd had a couple of false labor scares, one of which I was actually convinced that it could be it and went to the hospital. No such luck. Not being patient by nature, it was very difficult to keep waiting and waiting. I had expected to go a little early based on my experience with Nicholas but I should have known by then that no two births are the same.
My labour started in the evening on Sunday the 20th. I didn't say anything to anyone because I'd been having contractions for weeks and I didn't want to make a big deal out of something that could possibly turn out to be nothing. They were about every 10-15 minutes so I decided to go to bed and see how long I could sleep through them. They were waking me up every so often but I didn't actually get out of bed until around 4:30 to start timing. At that point they were every 5 or so minutes and starting to get super painful so I told Jeff to call his mom to come over. She got to the house at 5:30 and we got things together to get out the door.
What I remember most about this part was me standing in the bedroom clinging to the dresser as I breathed through a contraction, and Diane standing there asking me a question. I felt bad after, but I held up my hand to stop her from talking because I just couldn't concentrate on what she was saying.
Anyway, we got to the hospital just before 6 am. Got up to L&D and they got us into the labour ward. I was walking/talking just fine so they didn't see any urgency in the situation but my contractions were pretty much one on top of another. After they hooked me up to the monitors and I went through a few contractions, they realised that the baby's heart rate was decelerating during them. We tried switching sides, laying down, sitting up, oxygen, but it was still happening. That's when the nurses and doc's started crowding around my bed. Jeff's face was pretty worried but I couldn't focus on much else besides the pain. They got an IV in and then decided they needed an internal monitor on the baby but there was no change and I could feel the atmosphere getting tense.
I was vaguely aware of the on-call doctor introducing himself to me and then talking with the nurses. Then one of the nurses got right down in my face and told me that they needed to get the baby out now and that they would have to give me a c-section. I started crying but, trusting what they were telling me, I agreed. They said there wasn't time for an epidural so they would have to knock me out and the nurse looked so apologetic.
Right then another doctor was just strolling past the ward with nothing to do (lol). She poked her head in when she heard the commotion and came to see what was going on and if she could help at all. She immediately took over and gave me another internal check to see where I was dilation-wise. Since I was fully dilated she asked me if I wanted to try pushing and I swear I could have kissed her right there. The last thing I wanted was surgery but the last 45 minutes had really brought home how easy it is for doctors to take the easy way out. Then came this woman who was giving me an option that the other doctor and nurses had made me feel wasn't there. In that moment I felt kind of betrayed.
As quickly as possible they wheeled me to a delivery room and I hefted myself off the stretcher and onto the bed. Not easy! I held in the pushes while they were getting things set up and I went into some sort of zone. I have no idea how long that lasted but finally they said I could push if I wanted to.
I wasn't really feeling a huge urge to push but I knew it was important to try to do this as quickly as I could so I gave it all I had. This birth was so different from the other ones when it came to pushing. With Liam I had an epidural so while I could feel the urge to push I was kind of numb otherwise. With Nicholas he was so close to out by the time I got into the delivery room that I only had a little half-push. With Josh...I could feel every move as he descended down. It was the freakiest feeling and I started getting a little panicked like I couldn't do it. It took 6 good pushes and then he was out and we could see why his heart rate kept dipping; he had the cord wrapped around his neck. After the unwrapped it they plopped him on my stomach and that's when I thought to ask the most important questions of all, boy or girl? And somebody said it was a boy and then took him to the isolette to do all those things they do to new babies.
Josh's time of birth was 7:02 am. Barely an hour after we got to the hospital and he was with us, in the most dramatic way I could think of. No drugs, all natural, and I was feeling awesome. Tired, but awesome. I was able to get out of bed after they stitched me all up and walk on my own to the bathroom and then to the wheelchair. They wheeled us first to the nursery to drop Josh off for some testing, and then to the recovery room. Jeff, Josh, and I hung out just the 3 of us for a little bit, and then Jeff took off home to see Nick and Liam, and to pick up the car seat. He already knew that I would be itching to get out of there as soon as possible.
And he was right, I think I lasted about 6 hours and then I started to get restless. Around 2 in the afternoon I told the nurse that I wanted to go home if at all possible, and could she make sure a doctor came around to see me soon instead of in the morning. Josh had already been cleared by his pediatrician to go home and by sheer luck my OB was on call and would come as soon as he could to check me out. Jeff got back to the hospital at 5, my doc gave me the clear to go at 5:15, and we were headed back home by 5:30. Less than 12 hours after giving birth!
Out of the 3 this was by far the most painful and scary. Thankfully everything worked out and we're all safe and healthy. And now I must go and tend to my crying infant :)
I'll start with Josh since his is the most fresh in my memory. I was due on September 16 and that day had come and gone. I'd had a couple of false labor scares, one of which I was actually convinced that it could be it and went to the hospital. No such luck. Not being patient by nature, it was very difficult to keep waiting and waiting. I had expected to go a little early based on my experience with Nicholas but I should have known by then that no two births are the same.
My labour started in the evening on Sunday the 20th. I didn't say anything to anyone because I'd been having contractions for weeks and I didn't want to make a big deal out of something that could possibly turn out to be nothing. They were about every 10-15 minutes so I decided to go to bed and see how long I could sleep through them. They were waking me up every so often but I didn't actually get out of bed until around 4:30 to start timing. At that point they were every 5 or so minutes and starting to get super painful so I told Jeff to call his mom to come over. She got to the house at 5:30 and we got things together to get out the door.
What I remember most about this part was me standing in the bedroom clinging to the dresser as I breathed through a contraction, and Diane standing there asking me a question. I felt bad after, but I held up my hand to stop her from talking because I just couldn't concentrate on what she was saying.
Anyway, we got to the hospital just before 6 am. Got up to L&D and they got us into the labour ward. I was walking/talking just fine so they didn't see any urgency in the situation but my contractions were pretty much one on top of another. After they hooked me up to the monitors and I went through a few contractions, they realised that the baby's heart rate was decelerating during them. We tried switching sides, laying down, sitting up, oxygen, but it was still happening. That's when the nurses and doc's started crowding around my bed. Jeff's face was pretty worried but I couldn't focus on much else besides the pain. They got an IV in and then decided they needed an internal monitor on the baby but there was no change and I could feel the atmosphere getting tense.
I was vaguely aware of the on-call doctor introducing himself to me and then talking with the nurses. Then one of the nurses got right down in my face and told me that they needed to get the baby out now and that they would have to give me a c-section. I started crying but, trusting what they were telling me, I agreed. They said there wasn't time for an epidural so they would have to knock me out and the nurse looked so apologetic.
Right then another doctor was just strolling past the ward with nothing to do (lol). She poked her head in when she heard the commotion and came to see what was going on and if she could help at all. She immediately took over and gave me another internal check to see where I was dilation-wise. Since I was fully dilated she asked me if I wanted to try pushing and I swear I could have kissed her right there. The last thing I wanted was surgery but the last 45 minutes had really brought home how easy it is for doctors to take the easy way out. Then came this woman who was giving me an option that the other doctor and nurses had made me feel wasn't there. In that moment I felt kind of betrayed.
As quickly as possible they wheeled me to a delivery room and I hefted myself off the stretcher and onto the bed. Not easy! I held in the pushes while they were getting things set up and I went into some sort of zone. I have no idea how long that lasted but finally they said I could push if I wanted to.
I wasn't really feeling a huge urge to push but I knew it was important to try to do this as quickly as I could so I gave it all I had. This birth was so different from the other ones when it came to pushing. With Liam I had an epidural so while I could feel the urge to push I was kind of numb otherwise. With Nicholas he was so close to out by the time I got into the delivery room that I only had a little half-push. With Josh...I could feel every move as he descended down. It was the freakiest feeling and I started getting a little panicked like I couldn't do it. It took 6 good pushes and then he was out and we could see why his heart rate kept dipping; he had the cord wrapped around his neck. After the unwrapped it they plopped him on my stomach and that's when I thought to ask the most important questions of all, boy or girl? And somebody said it was a boy and then took him to the isolette to do all those things they do to new babies.
Josh's time of birth was 7:02 am. Barely an hour after we got to the hospital and he was with us, in the most dramatic way I could think of. No drugs, all natural, and I was feeling awesome. Tired, but awesome. I was able to get out of bed after they stitched me all up and walk on my own to the bathroom and then to the wheelchair. They wheeled us first to the nursery to drop Josh off for some testing, and then to the recovery room. Jeff, Josh, and I hung out just the 3 of us for a little bit, and then Jeff took off home to see Nick and Liam, and to pick up the car seat. He already knew that I would be itching to get out of there as soon as possible.
And he was right, I think I lasted about 6 hours and then I started to get restless. Around 2 in the afternoon I told the nurse that I wanted to go home if at all possible, and could she make sure a doctor came around to see me soon instead of in the morning. Josh had already been cleared by his pediatrician to go home and by sheer luck my OB was on call and would come as soon as he could to check me out. Jeff got back to the hospital at 5, my doc gave me the clear to go at 5:15, and we were headed back home by 5:30. Less than 12 hours after giving birth!
Out of the 3 this was by far the most painful and scary. Thankfully everything worked out and we're all safe and healthy. And now I must go and tend to my crying infant :)
12 September 2009
I have a pregnant husband.
It started out as a joke, back when I was pregnant with Nicholas. Right from the very beginning it seemed like every symptom I was getting, so was Jeff. In fact, he was getting a lot of symptoms that I should have been getting but wasn't. The moodiness and up and down emotions. Putting together strange concoctions in the kitchen and actually eating them. The other ones, like nausea, heartburn, tiredness, gas...check, check, check, check. If I had it then so did he.
Some might think that he was doing it to get attention but here's the thing. He wouldn't know a pregnancy symptom if it up and hit him in the head. As much as he was on board with becoming a dad he's just not the kind of guy who's going to go out and study up on it. He tried, he bought a humerous book about fatherhood...I think he got maybe 3 chapters in. The main things his dad-friends talked about regarding their wives being pregnant were how much bitchier they got and how much sex they wanted. Fortunately he lucked out with having a pretty even-keeled wife. UNfortunately he didn't cash in on other part of what the dad's were talking about.
Fast forward to this pregnancy. It's pretty much mirrored the last one, dude is totally having another sympathetic pregnancy. I think it's sweet and shows how in tune we are. I know this guy inside and out but sometimes I worry that he doesn't have the same connection to me since I can be so...closed? I guess you could say that I'm not overly-emotional. But this, Jeff's reaction to me being pregnant, reinforces that we do have that bond.
This all has a point, I swear! I'm getting to the last few days before my due date and have been nesting like mad. Today, true to form, he has officially started his nesting too. So far today he has emptied and cleaned out the pool, washed down all the various pool toys and inflatables and put everything away. He weatherproofed the new window he put in last weekend. He fixed the valance and curtains in our bedroom. He went out and got some plyboard for Nicky's toddler bed base and installed that. He filled the cracks between the sidewalk and the house. After we get home from our walk (that will hopefully help induce labor) he's planning on fixing the closet door in our room, changing out the blinds in the back porch, and changing out the blinds and installing the new lighting fixture in Liam's room. This man makes me feel lazy.
So I think I can safely say that this baby will be coming very soon. I just have to keep an eye on Jeff and watch for any contractions he might be having!
Some might think that he was doing it to get attention but here's the thing. He wouldn't know a pregnancy symptom if it up and hit him in the head. As much as he was on board with becoming a dad he's just not the kind of guy who's going to go out and study up on it. He tried, he bought a humerous book about fatherhood...I think he got maybe 3 chapters in. The main things his dad-friends talked about regarding their wives being pregnant were how much bitchier they got and how much sex they wanted. Fortunately he lucked out with having a pretty even-keeled wife. UNfortunately he didn't cash in on other part of what the dad's were talking about.
Fast forward to this pregnancy. It's pretty much mirrored the last one, dude is totally having another sympathetic pregnancy. I think it's sweet and shows how in tune we are. I know this guy inside and out but sometimes I worry that he doesn't have the same connection to me since I can be so...closed? I guess you could say that I'm not overly-emotional. But this, Jeff's reaction to me being pregnant, reinforces that we do have that bond.
This all has a point, I swear! I'm getting to the last few days before my due date and have been nesting like mad. Today, true to form, he has officially started his nesting too. So far today he has emptied and cleaned out the pool, washed down all the various pool toys and inflatables and put everything away. He weatherproofed the new window he put in last weekend. He fixed the valance and curtains in our bedroom. He went out and got some plyboard for Nicky's toddler bed base and installed that. He filled the cracks between the sidewalk and the house. After we get home from our walk (that will hopefully help induce labor) he's planning on fixing the closet door in our room, changing out the blinds in the back porch, and changing out the blinds and installing the new lighting fixture in Liam's room. This man makes me feel lazy.
So I think I can safely say that this baby will be coming very soon. I just have to keep an eye on Jeff and watch for any contractions he might be having!
10 September 2009
39 weeks 1 day...not that I'm counting or anything.
Pretty soon here I'm going to hop in the shower and start getting ready for my doctor's appointment. I really didn't think that I would make this appointment...I was in the hospital last week with "false" labor.
**For the record I don't actually believe in "false" labor. That makes it sound like it was all in my head and nothing was actually going on. Never mind that I sat through 7 hours of contractions occuring every 3 minutes. I'm still a little bitter about it.
But to get back on topic. My dr.s appointment. He usually doesn't do internal checks to measure dilation but I have found that if he see's a legitimate reason he will do one. Since I really want to know if I've progressed past 3 cm I'm going to tell him about the pretty regular bouts of 2-3+ hours worth of contractions I've been having and see if that'll make him want to check. Hey, it worked 3 weeks ago!
Cross your fingers for me!
**For the record I don't actually believe in "false" labor. That makes it sound like it was all in my head and nothing was actually going on. Never mind that I sat through 7 hours of contractions occuring every 3 minutes. I'm still a little bitter about it.
But to get back on topic. My dr.s appointment. He usually doesn't do internal checks to measure dilation but I have found that if he see's a legitimate reason he will do one. Since I really want to know if I've progressed past 3 cm I'm going to tell him about the pretty regular bouts of 2-3+ hours worth of contractions I've been having and see if that'll make him want to check. Hey, it worked 3 weeks ago!
Cross your fingers for me!
9 September 2009
Remember me?
I have been encouraged to come out of blog hiding! I've been such a slacker the last 5 or 6 months and have neglected this blog shamefully, but hopefully that'll change. I know, I know, aren't I due any day now with baby #3? And I think I'll have time NOW, as opposed to the last half year? Well duh, ya!
So what has persuaded me, you may ask? There is a blog I have been reading for the past few months, www.pacingthepanicroom.com, and this super generous, caring dad has set up a giveaway for cloth diapers. I couldn't resist since I'm in luuuurve with cloth diapers!
Okay, so I already have a bit of a stash of 'em. I also have 2 babies to diaper since #2 is only 16 months old. And with only 1 income...shall we say the dollars are already being stretched? There's not much room in the budget to splurge out on any more of the good ones although I did sacrifice about $50 for some Dri-lines that'll only fit the new baby for the first 2 months maybe, 3 if he/she is a shrimpboat. After that these 2 little ones will be sharing diapers, and whoooo man I forsee a LOT of laundry in my future!!
Needless to say, these www.fuzzibunz.com would come in super handy! Back when I started cloth diapering Fuzzibunz didn't have the one-size dipes (or if they did I couldn't find them) so I decided, for the sake of my wallet, to go with BumGenius one-size. From what I've read and the personal opinions that I've gotten from friends, the two are pretty much on par with each other. Only major difference is BG's have velcro and FB's have snaps. No biggie!
*I actually have a confession to make. While I enjoyed cloth diapering and was very appreciative of the money saved, once I got pregnant again the smell of those solid food dirty diapers got to me so bad that I threw in the towel :( Well, I was going through the baby stuff in preparation for this new one and was getting the few diapers I have ready, and have decided that since Nicky is on a pretty predictable poop schedule I'm going to start using them again. I'll try to time the poopy ones with a disposable until we can get a diaper sprayer, and I think I'll have to invest in a proper diaper bag instead of the flip top garbage pail we were using. But this is the plan!
Okay off to link now (I'm a novice linker so I hope this actually works!)
So what has persuaded me, you may ask? There is a blog I have been reading for the past few months, www.pacingthepanicroom.com, and this super generous, caring dad has set up a giveaway for cloth diapers. I couldn't resist since I'm in luuuurve with cloth diapers!
Okay, so I already have a bit of a stash of 'em. I also have 2 babies to diaper since #2 is only 16 months old. And with only 1 income...shall we say the dollars are already being stretched? There's not much room in the budget to splurge out on any more of the good ones although I did sacrifice about $50 for some Dri-lines that'll only fit the new baby for the first 2 months maybe, 3 if he/she is a shrimpboat. After that these 2 little ones will be sharing diapers, and whoooo man I forsee a LOT of laundry in my future!!
Needless to say, these www.fuzzibunz.com would come in super handy! Back when I started cloth diapering Fuzzibunz didn't have the one-size dipes (or if they did I couldn't find them) so I decided, for the sake of my wallet, to go with BumGenius one-size. From what I've read and the personal opinions that I've gotten from friends, the two are pretty much on par with each other. Only major difference is BG's have velcro and FB's have snaps. No biggie!
*I actually have a confession to make. While I enjoyed cloth diapering and was very appreciative of the money saved, once I got pregnant again the smell of those solid food dirty diapers got to me so bad that I threw in the towel :( Well, I was going through the baby stuff in preparation for this new one and was getting the few diapers I have ready, and have decided that since Nicky is on a pretty predictable poop schedule I'm going to start using them again. I'll try to time the poopy ones with a disposable until we can get a diaper sprayer, and I think I'll have to invest in a proper diaper bag instead of the flip top garbage pail we were using. But this is the plan!
Okay off to link now (I'm a novice linker so I hope this actually works!)
23 March 2009
Zzzzzzzzzz.
Tired. Tiiiiiiiiired. That's me in a nutshell lately, but do you think I could do something about it? Like maybe hmmmmm going to bed earlier than midnight? Nope, but I have a very valid reason for not tucking in earlier on a regular basis. It's called Child That Wakes Up Every Time I Enter The Bedroom. So I find myself making excuses to put off going to bed-surfing the internet, sweeping the floors, staring at walls, even falling asleep on the couch. Anything to put off going into our bedroom in the hopes that he'll sleep a bit longer before waking up.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel though. Our new bedroom should be ready for us to move into this weekend. We've done some juggling with the rooms upstairs and the new plan is that Nicky and the new babe will sleep in the bigger bedroom that we currently use and Jeff and I are moving into the smaller bedroom. First though, we had to add more electrical outlets in the small room (there was only 1), a hookup for the t.v. and satellite (because God forbid we don't have a t.v. in our room *rolling eyes*) and knock out a wall to make the closet door bigger so that we can put bi-fold doors in. I'm SO effing done with reno's.
BUT. When we're finally in there and Nicky is in his own room then I can go to bed any time I want! Hooray! And then we're starting the sleep training for night time. Um, hooray? Ya, so not looking forward to that. We've done it for naps and it has been successful but it took weeks to do it. Not the fabled 1 to 3 days. I'm hoping that since he already knows the drill during the day it'll be easier for him to catch on at night. But my child has a combination of mine and Jeff's stubborness (ya I admit it, I'm stubborn) and he'll probably decide that he wants to make our life hell. Oh and he'll probably decide that he doesn't need to sleep during the day too. You know, just for good measure.
For now I'm hanging on for dear life to my fantasy of sleep in the near future.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel though. Our new bedroom should be ready for us to move into this weekend. We've done some juggling with the rooms upstairs and the new plan is that Nicky and the new babe will sleep in the bigger bedroom that we currently use and Jeff and I are moving into the smaller bedroom. First though, we had to add more electrical outlets in the small room (there was only 1), a hookup for the t.v. and satellite (because God forbid we don't have a t.v. in our room *rolling eyes*) and knock out a wall to make the closet door bigger so that we can put bi-fold doors in. I'm SO effing done with reno's.
BUT. When we're finally in there and Nicky is in his own room then I can go to bed any time I want! Hooray! And then we're starting the sleep training for night time. Um, hooray? Ya, so not looking forward to that. We've done it for naps and it has been successful but it took weeks to do it. Not the fabled 1 to 3 days. I'm hoping that since he already knows the drill during the day it'll be easier for him to catch on at night. But my child has a combination of mine and Jeff's stubborness (ya I admit it, I'm stubborn) and he'll probably decide that he wants to make our life hell. Oh and he'll probably decide that he doesn't need to sleep during the day too. You know, just for good measure.
For now I'm hanging on for dear life to my fantasy of sleep in the near future.
17 February 2009
Happy Valentine's Day to us!!
Valentine's Day. The most "romantic" day of the year. And what do we end up with? A nice matching set of food poisoning courtesy of a chinese food place close to our house!
We put the babe to bed, Liam was at his dad's house, and Jeff went and picked up our order. We ate and watched a movie and all was good. Actually it stayed good until the following night around midnight when it hit me. H-e-l-l is all I can describe it as. I actually thought I was having a miscarriage it hurt so bad. Sweating and freezing and all that fun stuff. The really bad part for me lasted about 7 hours. I slept on the couch that night.
Right when it started to ease up a little, it hit Jeff. Oh I have never seen this man in so much pain and agony in our time together. He definitely got hit harder than I did, he was still in the thick of it when we decided to go to the hospital at 7 in the evening. We got hooked up to matching IV's, got some nausea medication and blood tests and "other" tests. At 11 they said I was good to go but Jeff needed to stay and get an x-ray. I would have stayed with him but his mom was here taking care of the boys and I knew she had to work in the morning so off I went. I do feel a little guilty but Jeff understands (I hope). He arrived home at about 4:30 in the morning. Oh, and he got to experience a couple Royal Alex crazies lol. They had to move him because he was in an actual room and they needed it for some guy who had a police escort. And of course the regular Sunday night drunks that end up there :)
We're still feeling a little shaky over here but it's getting better. And now we have matching wrist bands!!
We put the babe to bed, Liam was at his dad's house, and Jeff went and picked up our order. We ate and watched a movie and all was good. Actually it stayed good until the following night around midnight when it hit me. H-e-l-l is all I can describe it as. I actually thought I was having a miscarriage it hurt so bad. Sweating and freezing and all that fun stuff. The really bad part for me lasted about 7 hours. I slept on the couch that night.
Right when it started to ease up a little, it hit Jeff. Oh I have never seen this man in so much pain and agony in our time together. He definitely got hit harder than I did, he was still in the thick of it when we decided to go to the hospital at 7 in the evening. We got hooked up to matching IV's, got some nausea medication and blood tests and "other" tests. At 11 they said I was good to go but Jeff needed to stay and get an x-ray. I would have stayed with him but his mom was here taking care of the boys and I knew she had to work in the morning so off I went. I do feel a little guilty but Jeff understands (I hope). He arrived home at about 4:30 in the morning. Oh, and he got to experience a couple Royal Alex crazies lol. They had to move him because he was in an actual room and they needed it for some guy who had a police escort. And of course the regular Sunday night drunks that end up there :)
We're still feeling a little shaky over here but it's getting better. And now we have matching wrist bands!!
21 January 2009
It's a good thing you can't see my bed-head.
It's a couple days late, but what-ev-er. I bit the bullet and took a picture of my belly because I really want to make more of an effort this time to document the whole pregnancy. I wanted to do it with Nicholas but Jeff could never take pictures the way I wanted him to (unreasonable much?) and so I just gave up on it! But now that I've figured out how to take a picture in the mirror (durrrr just turn the flash off), well, all bets are off.
This is me at 7 weeks and 3 days.
And just to let y'all know that for the sake of my vanity, I'm sucking it in BIG TIME. And I'll keep sucking it in until I can't suck it in anymore. Because getting fat again sucks. At least I can be comforted by the fact that in a couple months I'll have a cute baby bump that will make up for the fat part.
This is me at 7 weeks and 3 days.
And just to let y'all know that for the sake of my vanity, I'm sucking it in BIG TIME. And I'll keep sucking it in until I can't suck it in anymore. Because getting fat again sucks. At least I can be comforted by the fact that in a couple months I'll have a cute baby bump that will make up for the fat part.
15 January 2009
It figures.
Jeff got a text tonight from a friend of ours inviting us to a birthday party tomorrow night. Since my mom was sitting right there when we got the invite, she offered to watch the boys for us. Well, the actual conversation was a little more convoluted with Jeff not being on the same page as my mom and I in regards to what she was offering...and it ended in me being somewhat of a rude prego bitch, but I digress. She in fact is going to take them both overnight just as long as we can be there to pick them up by 8:30 the next morning.
That means that I get to sleep uninterupted for as-many-hours-as-I-can-in-a-whole-row-oh-my-god-oh-my-god. I'm even contemplating ditching my husband and friends so that I can sleep for even longer. I could EVEN get Jeff to take them over there as soon as he gets off work and go to sleep then. At 5 o'clock in the afternoon. Since when did sleep become such a gift, you may ask? Since I haven't slept through the night in about a year. That's when.
BUT why couldn't this have happened 2 weeks ago when I was blissfully unaware of being pregnant? Because I really coulda tied one on.
That means that I get to sleep uninterupted for as-many-hours-as-I-can-in-a-whole-row-oh-my-god-oh-my-god. I'm even contemplating ditching my husband and friends so that I can sleep for even longer. I could EVEN get Jeff to take them over there as soon as he gets off work and go to sleep then. At 5 o'clock in the afternoon. Since when did sleep become such a gift, you may ask? Since I haven't slept through the night in about a year. That's when.
BUT why couldn't this have happened 2 weeks ago when I was blissfully unaware of being pregnant? Because I really coulda tied one on.
13 January 2009
The babyproofing continues...
So far, I have escaped the morning sickness bug! I'm crossing my fingers over here that it doesn't come because I shudder to think of what my whirlwind little monster could possibly get into while I have my head over a toilet. The visual is not encouraging. He's all over the place now, cruising from place to place and generally wreaking havoc on our home :) Nothing is safe from this little one, and especially not the power outlets. Personal favorite for him, that's for sure.
Another favorite is the shelves with all the games on it that we have in the basement. I'll be the first to admit that open shelves at crawling height are not exactly baby friendly...but I've been babyproofing the whole house as I go and doing this required some shifting and moving things around. Which I hadn't gotten to yet. But, I have gotten so sick of going over there and moving him away from the damn thing that today I just had to take the bull by the horns and do it. It wasn't difficult, but I'll probably get yelled at when Jeff gets home because I moved a big chest all by myself. But I swear, I didn't stress my body at all. And my poor husband has been run ragged off his feet shovelling our sidewalks, his parents sidewalks, and my dad's sidewalks. He barely made it out of bed this morning.
So it's done, and I can breathe easy for a while. I know he'll eventually figure out how to lift the lid to the chest far enough up so that it'll stay up, but it'll take a while and for now this will work. Plus he's not tall enough to reach into the chest to get anything out. Woohoo!
Another favorite is the shelves with all the games on it that we have in the basement. I'll be the first to admit that open shelves at crawling height are not exactly baby friendly...but I've been babyproofing the whole house as I go and doing this required some shifting and moving things around. Which I hadn't gotten to yet. But, I have gotten so sick of going over there and moving him away from the damn thing that today I just had to take the bull by the horns and do it. It wasn't difficult, but I'll probably get yelled at when Jeff gets home because I moved a big chest all by myself. But I swear, I didn't stress my body at all. And my poor husband has been run ragged off his feet shovelling our sidewalks, his parents sidewalks, and my dad's sidewalks. He barely made it out of bed this morning.
So it's done, and I can breathe easy for a while. I know he'll eventually figure out how to lift the lid to the chest far enough up so that it'll stay up, but it'll take a while and for now this will work. Plus he's not tall enough to reach into the chest to get anything out. Woohoo!
10 January 2009
We've always been kinda extreme.
Wow, it's been a while! With the excitement of Christmas and New Years and just LIFE, and the bone-deep exhaustion I have been experiencing I just haven't been able to bring myself to post. And, that tiredness that I speak of? Well that has actually been explained. Come this September we'll be adding another little Panchuk to our family! I am 6 weeks pregnant!
It has been a bit of a rollercoaster, to say the least. I first suspected something might be up almost 3 weeks ago when I didn't get that infamous monthly visitor. So two weeks ago I took a test and it was negative. This put my mind at ease although I was kind of curious as to why I hadn't gotten a period. So last Monday when it still hadn't shown, I took another test. This one came back with a verrrry faint positive which immediately made me freak out. So I took another test on Tuesday and that one came back negative. Okay, confused now! So I had a regular doctors appointment on Wednesday and I had him give me another test in the office. That one was negative as well, and he gave me his opinion that I probably wasn't pregnant but that he'd do a blood test just in case.
Well by this point I was thinking to myself "whew, dodged a bullet right there". Seriously thought that the blood test was a formality. Ohhhhh no, lovely Pat from the doctor's office called me on Friday and said that I am, in fact, pregnant. Ah shit. And I confirmed it last night with another test.
So there ya go. Obviously not planned. Hello, do I LOOK crazy? It's not the end of the world by any means, it's just not exactly the timing we were aiming for. But there's just one thing I have to say:
It better effing be a girl!!!
It has been a bit of a rollercoaster, to say the least. I first suspected something might be up almost 3 weeks ago when I didn't get that infamous monthly visitor. So two weeks ago I took a test and it was negative. This put my mind at ease although I was kind of curious as to why I hadn't gotten a period. So last Monday when it still hadn't shown, I took another test. This one came back with a verrrry faint positive which immediately made me freak out. So I took another test on Tuesday and that one came back negative. Okay, confused now! So I had a regular doctors appointment on Wednesday and I had him give me another test in the office. That one was negative as well, and he gave me his opinion that I probably wasn't pregnant but that he'd do a blood test just in case.
Well by this point I was thinking to myself "whew, dodged a bullet right there". Seriously thought that the blood test was a formality. Ohhhhh no, lovely Pat from the doctor's office called me on Friday and said that I am, in fact, pregnant. Ah shit. And I confirmed it last night with another test.
So there ya go. Obviously not planned. Hello, do I LOOK crazy? It's not the end of the world by any means, it's just not exactly the timing we were aiming for. But there's just one thing I have to say:
It better effing be a girl!!!
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