...But it was almost horrible. Jeremy and I ended up getting into a huge fight Christmas Eve. Part of it was legitimate, but I think it was made worse by the fact that we were both crazy tired, and stressed from general holiday stuff.
Jeremy went to a movie with his Dad Christmas Eve, which I agreed too. But then when the movie was over and he still wasn't home I tried to call and text him - and he didn't answer or return my calls. It worried me a little, because Jer is attached to his phone so I knew he had it and he checks it pretty constantly. Finally he calls me back - he's OK, but he decided to go to the mall with his Dad.
This ticked me off. I was fine with him going to the movie, and really even fine with him going to the mall as well, but I just thought it was pretty rude of him not to call and let me know. I mean, no, I'm not his wife, and he doesn't need permission or anything like that, but it was Christmas Eve - a time when most people are home with their kids, and we also just had a baby a few weeks ago. It just would have been nice if he had thought to check in with me to make sure I was OK before he decided to do his own thing, if that makes any sense. I mean I would have, if I had been him (which, for the record, I haven't been out by myself like that since Cayden was an infant. And I told Jeremy that - he's gone out lots of times by himself, with his friends to movies or to grab a few beers. And true, he told me I was welcome to go out too, only right now I'm chained to a pump and have to pump every two hours. So, you know. It's just frustrating.)
Anyway, what would have been a minor spat turned into a big deal. And it came close to ruining Christmas, which would have sucked because it turned out to be a pretty good Christmas. I ended up getting spoiled and got a lot of nice things - not that that's what it's about, but still, my family went all out and it was just really nice of them (my sister got me a scribble coach purse, which I've wanted since I first laid eyes on one, but couldn't justify spending the money.) The main reason it was so awesome though is I got to see and spend time with a bunch of my family, which is just always really fun, and seeing Cayden open his gifts was awesome too. He really got into it this year, and it makes me so excited for next year.
I'll post pictures... Sometime, lol. I'm so lazy as of lately, because I'm so tired. I really rarely bust out my computer anymore - I facebook but mainly via my phone and not even that much. I'm really hoping to get my butt in gear with it though. I have almost a whole post writte for the other blog that I'm hoping to get done now that the Christmas crazies are over with - now just to clean up from the Christmas Crazies :-)
I hope you all had a wonderful holiday. What was your favorite gift - that you have and recieved?
Monday, December 27, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
The honeymoon.... Is over.
For me, with both my kids, when I brought them home from the hospital, we were in a honeymoon period. I didn't need sleep damnit, because my energy came from holding this new tiny little bundle of joy. I didn't mind poopy diapers or being awoken fifty times in a single night, and this time around I could deal with my older son's outrageous behavior because he was adjusting and just needed a little extra attention, and I was super Mom and I can do everything and blah blah blah.
Then, with both of them, I hit a brick wall, and I'm done. Not that you CAN be done with kids, of course, but it literally feels like I ran into a brick wall. I am tired, I am sore, I am frustrated with so many things and so easily.
I am clearly a new Mother.
It seems if one of my boy's sleeps well, the other one is up every hour. Elijah only woke up three times the other night, which I don't think is bad for a newborn at all (especially considering my two year is usually up that many times.) But then Cayden didn't sleep well - and while Jeremy is on Cayden duty, he's sleeping rather hard lately so I had to wake him up to get up with him. Then the next night, Cayden only got up once (which again, if you know Cayden, this is a VERY amazing night for him.) buuuuuuuuuuuuut Eli was super fussy, which meant I was up.
Last night Eli was only up twice, which, again sounds so nice huh? Until you find out that the second time he woke up at 5 and didn't go back down till 8. Well, that's a lie, he'd go back down and the second I'd lay down he'd start fussing again. It was not a fun night, especially considering that I couldn't fall asleep, so I was up until 2, got up at three with him, and then up again at five. And really it's not the lack of sleep that sucks, because really, I can deal with being tired. But I'm getting these headaches from getting tired, and it seems the only thing that makes them go away is sleeping.
Eli also has this super sense to know when I'm about to eat. It NEVER fails that when I'm about to eat, he wants to eat too. Doesn't matter if he ate two seconds before, if I'm eating, he wants to eat. I'm becoming a master at eating one handed. However, he IS starting to eat more at once, so I'm HOPING that means he's going to go longer periods between feeding, which should mean more sleep at night.
All in all, I wouldn't trade it for the world, but now I remember why I don't love the newborn stage, lol. I would kill for just one full nights sleep, just ONE, so I can recharge. I got this with Cayden because my Mom would come and take him, but now that we have two... I'm just trying to hang in there because as I've said before, it won't be like this for long. And while I'm not really going to miss the sleepless nights, I am going to miss him being small enough to lay on my chest. Looking at Cayden compared to Eli... It's just like... When did he get so big? He USED to be this small, and now he's not, and where exactly did that time go? Two years seems like an awfully long time, but with Cayden, it just seemed to fly by.
Alright, Eli's napping, and even though my husband bless his heart got up with the kids and let me nap this afternoon, I could go for another nap. And then I have a billion things to do - like find what the hell happened to Eli's birth announcements so I can get them mailed out, and finish the boy's ornaments before Christmas (which is 8 days away, when the hell did THAT happen?) Oh, and try to get another post up for the other blog so I'm not such a slacker.
I also got the boy's newborn pictures back, so I'll have to post those sometime.
Then, with both of them, I hit a brick wall, and I'm done. Not that you CAN be done with kids, of course, but it literally feels like I ran into a brick wall. I am tired, I am sore, I am frustrated with so many things and so easily.
I am clearly a new Mother.
It seems if one of my boy's sleeps well, the other one is up every hour. Elijah only woke up three times the other night, which I don't think is bad for a newborn at all (especially considering my two year is usually up that many times.) But then Cayden didn't sleep well - and while Jeremy is on Cayden duty, he's sleeping rather hard lately so I had to wake him up to get up with him. Then the next night, Cayden only got up once (which again, if you know Cayden, this is a VERY amazing night for him.) buuuuuuuuuuuuut Eli was super fussy, which meant I was up.
Last night Eli was only up twice, which, again sounds so nice huh? Until you find out that the second time he woke up at 5 and didn't go back down till 8. Well, that's a lie, he'd go back down and the second I'd lay down he'd start fussing again. It was not a fun night, especially considering that I couldn't fall asleep, so I was up until 2, got up at three with him, and then up again at five. And really it's not the lack of sleep that sucks, because really, I can deal with being tired. But I'm getting these headaches from getting tired, and it seems the only thing that makes them go away is sleeping.
Eli also has this super sense to know when I'm about to eat. It NEVER fails that when I'm about to eat, he wants to eat too. Doesn't matter if he ate two seconds before, if I'm eating, he wants to eat. I'm becoming a master at eating one handed. However, he IS starting to eat more at once, so I'm HOPING that means he's going to go longer periods between feeding, which should mean more sleep at night.
All in all, I wouldn't trade it for the world, but now I remember why I don't love the newborn stage, lol. I would kill for just one full nights sleep, just ONE, so I can recharge. I got this with Cayden because my Mom would come and take him, but now that we have two... I'm just trying to hang in there because as I've said before, it won't be like this for long. And while I'm not really going to miss the sleepless nights, I am going to miss him being small enough to lay on my chest. Looking at Cayden compared to Eli... It's just like... When did he get so big? He USED to be this small, and now he's not, and where exactly did that time go? Two years seems like an awfully long time, but with Cayden, it just seemed to fly by.
Alright, Eli's napping, and even though my husband bless his heart got up with the kids and let me nap this afternoon, I could go for another nap. And then I have a billion things to do - like find what the hell happened to Eli's birth announcements so I can get them mailed out, and finish the boy's ornaments before Christmas (which is 8 days away, when the hell did THAT happen?) Oh, and try to get another post up for the other blog so I'm not such a slacker.
I also got the boy's newborn pictures back, so I'll have to post those sometime.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Another Small Update
So another update... Nothing's really going on. My oldest son is a terrorist, but I think that has more to do with the fact that he's two than anything else. He treats Eli really well, so I don't think it's jealousy. I just think he's two, and two sucks.
My husband describes him as a sour patch kid - you know the commercial who's tag line is "First they're sour, then they're sweet"? Yeah, that's Cayden. He'll throw a fit and then come kiss you and tell you he loves you. My husband asked me the other day if there was something wrong with him, lol. And again, just really think it's the age.
Elijah's a really good baby. He rarely cries, only when he needs something, but usually first he gives you a warning (he'll start talking and fussing and you know he's going to need a bottle soon, or a diaper change, or cuddled.) He's tolerant with Cayden loving on him (Cayden really likes him - it's just sometimes his love is a little rough, lol.) He's really the happiest newborn I've ever met - I can't believe the amount of smiles we get out of him, and I know I sound crazy but they can't all be gas. I want another baby someday, but I'm a little afraid, lol. Cayden and Elijah have both been such easy babies, I'm due for a collicky, fussy one (which is also why I'm a little afraid to have a girl, as much as I want one, lol.)
As for me, for the most part, I feel great. Little tired, but still pretty good. My main complaint which may be TMI is that I may have to go back to the hospital because I'm still not really pooping. I know - TMI, but it's really starting to worry me. My c-section was almost 2 weeks ago, and I've only gone a handful of times - and none in the last 3 days. I don't feel constipated. We've tried a bunch of stuff at home, nothing's worked. I know with Cayden it took me awhile to get back on a schedule, so to speak, but nothing like this. So... Bleck. What a dumb reason to have to go to the hospital, right?
We took the boys to get Elijah's newborn pictures done and visted Santa while we were there. We pick up the newborn pictures Tuesday and I'll share then, but here's the boy's Santa pics, which I thought turned out pretty cute :-)
My husband describes him as a sour patch kid - you know the commercial who's tag line is "First they're sour, then they're sweet"? Yeah, that's Cayden. He'll throw a fit and then come kiss you and tell you he loves you. My husband asked me the other day if there was something wrong with him, lol. And again, just really think it's the age.
Elijah's a really good baby. He rarely cries, only when he needs something, but usually first he gives you a warning (he'll start talking and fussing and you know he's going to need a bottle soon, or a diaper change, or cuddled.) He's tolerant with Cayden loving on him (Cayden really likes him - it's just sometimes his love is a little rough, lol.) He's really the happiest newborn I've ever met - I can't believe the amount of smiles we get out of him, and I know I sound crazy but they can't all be gas. I want another baby someday, but I'm a little afraid, lol. Cayden and Elijah have both been such easy babies, I'm due for a collicky, fussy one (which is also why I'm a little afraid to have a girl, as much as I want one, lol.)
As for me, for the most part, I feel great. Little tired, but still pretty good. My main complaint which may be TMI is that I may have to go back to the hospital because I'm still not really pooping. I know - TMI, but it's really starting to worry me. My c-section was almost 2 weeks ago, and I've only gone a handful of times - and none in the last 3 days. I don't feel constipated. We've tried a bunch of stuff at home, nothing's worked. I know with Cayden it took me awhile to get back on a schedule, so to speak, but nothing like this. So... Bleck. What a dumb reason to have to go to the hospital, right?
We took the boys to get Elijah's newborn pictures done and visted Santa while we were there. We pick up the newborn pictures Tuesday and I'll share then, but here's the boy's Santa pics, which I thought turned out pretty cute :-)
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Small update :-)
Short update because I don't want to disappear off the face of the planet...
Everything is going alright. Cayden LOVES being a big brother, and LOVES the baby. He's constantly patting him and saying "baby" and always asking to "touch it" which means he wants to hold the baby. He gets REALLY angry if you take the baby away. He doesn't like it when Eli cries and often says "It's alright, Ooo-eye, it's OK." trying to comfort him. It's really very sweet.
Not that it's been perfect. Cayden is a tad jealous I think and lashes out when someone tells him no. His routine has been so thrown off though - I don't really blame him. It's not too bad, it's just hard to remain calm, since I'm so tired and sore, it's easy to get aggrivated but I don't want to yell at him when he's adjusting too, so...
I've been lucky and have had lots of help - my sister has been giving Cayden extra time and taking him places. I just wish I could give him more Mommy time - it's hard cuz I can't lift him and he's still pretty rambunctious... It's hard to keep up with him, and he's already hit me in my incision a couple of times on accident.
Jeremy has been amazing and really made this whole thing tons easier. I really appreciate my whole family - so much yesterday I was a blubbering mess. This would be a billion times harder/more stressful without them. I know people do it, but I don't know how.
Helping Feed Eli:
He keeps sitting in Eli's bouncer:
And even though he weaned himself off paci's at like, 2 months old, here he is with not one but two in his mouth, lol:
Everything is going alright. Cayden LOVES being a big brother, and LOVES the baby. He's constantly patting him and saying "baby" and always asking to "touch it" which means he wants to hold the baby. He gets REALLY angry if you take the baby away. He doesn't like it when Eli cries and often says "It's alright, Ooo-eye, it's OK." trying to comfort him. It's really very sweet.
Not that it's been perfect. Cayden is a tad jealous I think and lashes out when someone tells him no. His routine has been so thrown off though - I don't really blame him. It's not too bad, it's just hard to remain calm, since I'm so tired and sore, it's easy to get aggrivated but I don't want to yell at him when he's adjusting too, so...
I've been lucky and have had lots of help - my sister has been giving Cayden extra time and taking him places. I just wish I could give him more Mommy time - it's hard cuz I can't lift him and he's still pretty rambunctious... It's hard to keep up with him, and he's already hit me in my incision a couple of times on accident.
Jeremy has been amazing and really made this whole thing tons easier. I really appreciate my whole family - so much yesterday I was a blubbering mess. This would be a billion times harder/more stressful without them. I know people do it, but I don't know how.
Helping Feed Eli:
He keeps sitting in Eli's bouncer:
And even though he weaned himself off paci's at like, 2 months old, here he is with not one but two in his mouth, lol:
Thursday, December 2, 2010
More details!
We had our baby Tuesday via repeat c-section. The c-section was supposed to happen at 10:30 but there was a mistake in scheduling so we got bumped back. We were also supposed to record for a new reality show, BUT the doctor that was in charge ended up being the ONLY doctor that didn't let people in the OR. So, we didn't get too.
Other than that, things went pretty well... The spinal which I was most worried about was a total breeze - actually I didn't feel it going in and was shocked when they told me to lay down because it was done. The c-section itself was worse than last time - I think because last time I was so drugged up and this time I could "feel" more - no pain, but more tugging, pressure... I could also hear more and that was just gross, lol. I felt like I was having issues breathing as well, even though I knew the machines would pick up on it if I really was, but it just felt more uncomfortable.
Eli also had issues breathing, just like his big brother. However, he didn't have to go to the NICU like Cayden - they had NICU nurses in the OR with us, and they were able to "fix" him there. I cried when I heard him cry, and they laid him on me and I got to "carry" him out as we were wheeled into recovery together. He latched there and nursed like a champ - but I haven't been producing milk, so now unfortunatly I think we're going to have another formula baby.
While the c-section was worse than my first, the recovery? Has been WAY better. I'm still sore, I still have some pain, and it's still something I would have rather skipped, but I'm just able to do SO much more this go around - at least when it comes to Eli. It's hard with Cayden because I can't do much and when he comes to visit he wants held and stuff and I can't really do that.
Oh, Elijah is a beast. Born at 1:18 PM a week early he weighed in at 9 lbs, 6 oz. We were told he was 21 inches, but his bassinet says 20 inches, so we're not 100 percent sure on that!
We call him Grunt because he constantly makes these little grunting noises. So cute.
Nurses here have been amazing, but I am exhausted so I'm signing off.
I'll post more pictures (including some of big bro) later!
Other than that, things went pretty well... The spinal which I was most worried about was a total breeze - actually I didn't feel it going in and was shocked when they told me to lay down because it was done. The c-section itself was worse than last time - I think because last time I was so drugged up and this time I could "feel" more - no pain, but more tugging, pressure... I could also hear more and that was just gross, lol. I felt like I was having issues breathing as well, even though I knew the machines would pick up on it if I really was, but it just felt more uncomfortable.
Eli also had issues breathing, just like his big brother. However, he didn't have to go to the NICU like Cayden - they had NICU nurses in the OR with us, and they were able to "fix" him there. I cried when I heard him cry, and they laid him on me and I got to "carry" him out as we were wheeled into recovery together. He latched there and nursed like a champ - but I haven't been producing milk, so now unfortunatly I think we're going to have another formula baby.
While the c-section was worse than my first, the recovery? Has been WAY better. I'm still sore, I still have some pain, and it's still something I would have rather skipped, but I'm just able to do SO much more this go around - at least when it comes to Eli. It's hard with Cayden because I can't do much and when he comes to visit he wants held and stuff and I can't really do that.
Oh, Elijah is a beast. Born at 1:18 PM a week early he weighed in at 9 lbs, 6 oz. We were told he was 21 inches, but his bassinet says 20 inches, so we're not 100 percent sure on that!
We call him Grunt because he constantly makes these little grunting noises. So cute.
Nurses here have been amazing, but I am exhausted so I'm signing off.
I'll post more pictures (including some of big bro) later!
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
We're here!
....And we've already been bumped. Ha, I knew this was going to happen, and if I wasn't so hungry I would crack up. The doctor told me I could go home and nap so I wouldn't be so hungry... By the time I get home and fall asleep (if I can fall asleep - I couldn't last night.) I would have to be back up to come back.
We got bumped back because I guess they normally don't schedule sections for Tuesday mornings and have no idea how mine got scheduled. At first I thought she was going to tell me I had to come back tomorrow - and I would have freaked. But they bumped us back 2 hours. So, I'm hoping I don't get bumped again. Like I said, I'm hungry, and I'm really thirsty. So, I need drugs to make me forget about that, lol.
I wasn't going to update but I have nothing else to do. We don't want to go home (even though we live pretty close to the hospital) because I don't want Cayden to wake up while I'm there. As much as I'd love to see him, he'll freak when we leave and that'll be hard. So far we're hanging out in the waiting room... I tried to talk Mom and Jer into going to get breakfast (how nice am I? Not complaining about them eating when I can't. Awww, such a good wife/daughter.) But so far no dice. We also talked about shopping, lol. But, I have no idea what we'd buy so I guess it would just be aimless wandering.
Alright. Hopefully the next update will really be baby news :-) Off to find something to distract me from my hunger.
We got bumped back because I guess they normally don't schedule sections for Tuesday mornings and have no idea how mine got scheduled. At first I thought she was going to tell me I had to come back tomorrow - and I would have freaked. But they bumped us back 2 hours. So, I'm hoping I don't get bumped again. Like I said, I'm hungry, and I'm really thirsty. So, I need drugs to make me forget about that, lol.
I wasn't going to update but I have nothing else to do. We don't want to go home (even though we live pretty close to the hospital) because I don't want Cayden to wake up while I'm there. As much as I'd love to see him, he'll freak when we leave and that'll be hard. So far we're hanging out in the waiting room... I tried to talk Mom and Jer into going to get breakfast (how nice am I? Not complaining about them eating when I can't. Awww, such a good wife/daughter.) But so far no dice. We also talked about shopping, lol. But, I have no idea what we'd buy so I guess it would just be aimless wandering.
Alright. Hopefully the next update will really be baby news :-) Off to find something to distract me from my hunger.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
"Are you excited?"
I know I said I wasn't going to update, and here I have updated twice... I'm just so bored - everythings done, and the only thing left to do it wait. We took Cayden to COSI today just to let him run and play - kind of a last hoorah before things go crazy (though I'm also hoping to take him to the park tomorrow, if it's not too cold.) I was SO exhausted while I was there and after I got home (Jeremy, bless his heart did pretty much all the chasing. It's amazing how just walking while being this pregnant can wear you out!) I was actually waiting for it to be a "decent" time so I could go to bed.
Now it's almost 1 AM and I'm still awake. Why? I don't know. It's been like these this past week. End of pregnancy, or excitement?
Everyone keeps asking me if I'm excited... And I'm not really. It's hard to explain - I WANT to be excited, I know I SHOULD be excited, but I'm just having a hard time grasping that there WILL be another baby here in one more day. It's like, I get that I'm pregnant. But I just can't fathom that pregnancy = baby and baby time is almost here. I know it doesn't make sense. It's hard to explain. I mean when I think about a baby, I do get excited, but it's like I can't grasp that it's my baby, if that makes any sense? I just don't think it's going to hit me until he's here, when I see him I think I'm going to be like, OMG I'm a Mom again and get super excited. But right now I'm almost like, a baby? Psssht.
I dunno, like I said. It's so hard to explain, because when I think about dressing him in his tiny clothes I get excited, or holding his tiny body I get excited, or introducing him to Cayden I get excited, but I just can't believe it's over and he'll be here.
Plus I think it's hard for me to get excited because I also know with baby comes pain, lol. Maybe if there wasn't a surgery attached I'd feel better, but I'm nervous about the surgery so...
Now I'm babbling. I guess I just wanted to say, I can't believe it's over. Some parts of pregnancy seemed to drag, but for the most part it went by really quickly, and while I can't say I'm sad it's over (I don't love being pregnant, I love the end result, and I love moments of pregnancy, but patience isn't my strong suit, lol.) I just... Can't believe it's over.
Just wanted to add a few pictures of my first baby - because I'm also really nervous about leaving him. Plus, as dumb as it sounds I'm worried that since I was so blessed with such a gorgeous, healthy baby that this one is going to have issues. Stupid, eh?
Now it's almost 1 AM and I'm still awake. Why? I don't know. It's been like these this past week. End of pregnancy, or excitement?
Everyone keeps asking me if I'm excited... And I'm not really. It's hard to explain - I WANT to be excited, I know I SHOULD be excited, but I'm just having a hard time grasping that there WILL be another baby here in one more day. It's like, I get that I'm pregnant. But I just can't fathom that pregnancy = baby and baby time is almost here. I know it doesn't make sense. It's hard to explain. I mean when I think about a baby, I do get excited, but it's like I can't grasp that it's my baby, if that makes any sense? I just don't think it's going to hit me until he's here, when I see him I think I'm going to be like, OMG I'm a Mom again and get super excited. But right now I'm almost like, a baby? Psssht.
I dunno, like I said. It's so hard to explain, because when I think about dressing him in his tiny clothes I get excited, or holding his tiny body I get excited, or introducing him to Cayden I get excited, but I just can't believe it's over and he'll be here.
Plus I think it's hard for me to get excited because I also know with baby comes pain, lol. Maybe if there wasn't a surgery attached I'd feel better, but I'm nervous about the surgery so...
Now I'm babbling. I guess I just wanted to say, I can't believe it's over. Some parts of pregnancy seemed to drag, but for the most part it went by really quickly, and while I can't say I'm sad it's over (I don't love being pregnant, I love the end result, and I love moments of pregnancy, but patience isn't my strong suit, lol.) I just... Can't believe it's over.
Just wanted to add a few pictures of my first baby - because I'm also really nervous about leaving him. Plus, as dumb as it sounds I'm worried that since I was so blessed with such a gorgeous, healthy baby that this one is going to have issues. Stupid, eh?
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Whenever I say no more updates...
I end up updating!
I talked earlier in the blog about why I love shutterfly. I found another deal where if I share a photo card project with you guys, I can get a 25 dollar gift card. Now, the gift card IS a nice incentive (especially with a new baby on the way and tons of pictures to print!) But I wouldn't recommend something that I didn't use and love myself. I love shutterfly, especially the photo cards.
Here's why: My husband and I often fight over whether or not a card is necessary. His point? They're expensive and they get thrown out. My point? Our friends often don't realize a gift is from us because they over look the gift tag stuck to it. Plus, a card is just a nice way to include a nice message. Our compromise? Shutterfly cards. It's almost like an extra gift WITH the gift, because it's personalized. It's the perfect way to keep grandparents up to date with the latest baby pictures, or to make a friend feel extra special.
Anyway, here's one I did for Jeremy for Father's day - needless to say, this was one card he did not throw out :-)
http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0BYtmzly5cMnLg
I talked earlier in the blog about why I love shutterfly. I found another deal where if I share a photo card project with you guys, I can get a 25 dollar gift card. Now, the gift card IS a nice incentive (especially with a new baby on the way and tons of pictures to print!) But I wouldn't recommend something that I didn't use and love myself. I love shutterfly, especially the photo cards.
Here's why: My husband and I often fight over whether or not a card is necessary. His point? They're expensive and they get thrown out. My point? Our friends often don't realize a gift is from us because they over look the gift tag stuck to it. Plus, a card is just a nice way to include a nice message. Our compromise? Shutterfly cards. It's almost like an extra gift WITH the gift, because it's personalized. It's the perfect way to keep grandparents up to date with the latest baby pictures, or to make a friend feel extra special.
Anyway, here's one I did for Jeremy for Father's day - needless to say, this was one card he did not throw out :-)
Happy Dad's Day Father's Day 5x7 folded card
Unique party invitations and greeting cards by Shutterfly.
View the entire collection of cards.
http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0BYtmzly5cMnLg
This year I am thankful for...
It's been a rough year, and I know I whined a lot, and I am grateful for you guys and for you putting up for it. While it's hard for me to say I'm grateful for this year... I kinda am. I mean I wouldn't want to go through it again, and I'm hoping there's an end in sight... But, the thing about rough patches is that it makes you appreciate the little breaks you get. Do I wish we still had our own place? Sure do. But I am grateful that I have family willing and able to take me in - because lots of people don't. Do I wish we were still a two car family? Of course, it always makes things easier. But again, we have one car still, which still runs well *knock on wood*) and that's more than A LOT of people have. Did it suck to be without insurance? Sure. But THANK GOD we all remained healthy and didn't really need it - and that we still remain healthy.
It gets rough, sure. But my son is happy and healthy and even when he's frustrating he usually ends up making me laugh at some point. My husband is an amazing man - not perfect, but a far better spouse than I am. I'm about to have another baby, a healthy baby, and I know that's something a lot of women want so badly and never get a chance to experience.
Life ain't always beautiful, but it's a beautiful ride, huh?
My thanksgiving went OK. I didn't eat as much as I had planned in my mind - everyone said the turkey and the ham was amazing, but it just didn't taste right to me, so I chalked it up to one of those weird pregnancy things. However, I've so far had three mini chocolate pudding pies. I'm thinking about a fourth. I realize how much of a fat ass that makes me sound, but those things are just so very good! I did get to meet my cousins baby son, who I believe they said was 5 months old? He was adorable, and it made me so excited. Cayden was both adorable and... Jealous I think. So, while I'm excited to see Cayden with the new baby, I am feeling a little less secure in the whole "He'll be just fine" dealio.
Any Thanksgiving drama? Nope. Know why? My MIL was "sick" and didn't show. My FIL still came, which I thought was SO very nice of him. I'm half tempted to tell my MIL that since she was sick so close to the baby being born I don't really feel comfortable with her coming to visit the baby on Tuesday... But I let it go, and Jeremy gave George the warning that if she even FELT like she was coming down with something she needed to stay at home. I just don't get who she thinks she's hurting by pulling this shit. But it was a nice time :-)
I hope you all had a good thanksgiving! We've got nothing going on till baby time, just some last minute cleaning, so again, the next update you'll get from me is probably baby news :-) Still kinda hoping though that he decides to make the appearance sooner....
Funny story though, last night I sat on the couch and was like "what did I sit on that was wet?" I felt the couch and it was dry, so I was like Holy Shit, did my water break???
Nope. I had been sitting on the floor where I sat in some spilled soda and hadn't realized it. But it was kind of funny.
It gets rough, sure. But my son is happy and healthy and even when he's frustrating he usually ends up making me laugh at some point. My husband is an amazing man - not perfect, but a far better spouse than I am. I'm about to have another baby, a healthy baby, and I know that's something a lot of women want so badly and never get a chance to experience.
Life ain't always beautiful, but it's a beautiful ride, huh?
My thanksgiving went OK. I didn't eat as much as I had planned in my mind - everyone said the turkey and the ham was amazing, but it just didn't taste right to me, so I chalked it up to one of those weird pregnancy things. However, I've so far had three mini chocolate pudding pies. I'm thinking about a fourth. I realize how much of a fat ass that makes me sound, but those things are just so very good! I did get to meet my cousins baby son, who I believe they said was 5 months old? He was adorable, and it made me so excited. Cayden was both adorable and... Jealous I think. So, while I'm excited to see Cayden with the new baby, I am feeling a little less secure in the whole "He'll be just fine" dealio.
Any Thanksgiving drama? Nope. Know why? My MIL was "sick" and didn't show. My FIL still came, which I thought was SO very nice of him. I'm half tempted to tell my MIL that since she was sick so close to the baby being born I don't really feel comfortable with her coming to visit the baby on Tuesday... But I let it go, and Jeremy gave George the warning that if she even FELT like she was coming down with something she needed to stay at home. I just don't get who she thinks she's hurting by pulling this shit. But it was a nice time :-)
I hope you all had a good thanksgiving! We've got nothing going on till baby time, just some last minute cleaning, so again, the next update you'll get from me is probably baby news :-) Still kinda hoping though that he decides to make the appearance sooner....
Funny story though, last night I sat on the couch and was like "what did I sit on that was wet?" I felt the couch and it was dry, so I was like Holy Shit, did my water break???
Nope. I had been sitting on the floor where I sat in some spilled soda and hadn't realized it. But it was kind of funny.
Monday, November 22, 2010
I could probably sleep this next week away...
...If I wasn't so damn hot.
Doctors appointment went well, I suppose, in the sense that I'm healthy and the baby is healthy. Not much else is going on. I'm a finger tip dilated and thick. So. Probably no baby until next Tuesday.
Which is good. My two major complaints for week 38 (which starts tomorrow) seem to be pure exhaustion and hot flashes. I went to bed at 8 again last night (thanks hubs for taking over toddler wrangling!) but woke up at 12:30 because I was just SO hot. It's disgusting but I was crazy sweaty - even with the window open and no pants on. I ended up getting up and sitting up until about 4 this morning just because I was so hot.
Still, the heartburn for the most part has simmered down, and I'm still not swollen, and while I'm sore, well, I'll deal with it. All in all I can't believe this is all going to be over in a week, how crazy is that?
I'm also super excited for Thanksgiving, where I plan to eat myself stupid. The one majorly awesome thing about this pregnancy? Now that I'm at the end I can't stop eating - and I'm not gaining any weight. I'm living up this last week, cuz one this baby comes it's back to the whole diet and exercise plan.
I think that's it. I'll try to update after Thanksgiving if any drama happens. If not, the next update you'll get is probably a baby update! :-)
Doctors appointment went well, I suppose, in the sense that I'm healthy and the baby is healthy. Not much else is going on. I'm a finger tip dilated and thick. So. Probably no baby until next Tuesday.
Which is good. My two major complaints for week 38 (which starts tomorrow) seem to be pure exhaustion and hot flashes. I went to bed at 8 again last night (thanks hubs for taking over toddler wrangling!) but woke up at 12:30 because I was just SO hot. It's disgusting but I was crazy sweaty - even with the window open and no pants on. I ended up getting up and sitting up until about 4 this morning just because I was so hot.
Still, the heartburn for the most part has simmered down, and I'm still not swollen, and while I'm sore, well, I'll deal with it. All in all I can't believe this is all going to be over in a week, how crazy is that?
I'm also super excited for Thanksgiving, where I plan to eat myself stupid. The one majorly awesome thing about this pregnancy? Now that I'm at the end I can't stop eating - and I'm not gaining any weight. I'm living up this last week, cuz one this baby comes it's back to the whole diet and exercise plan.
I think that's it. I'll try to update after Thanksgiving if any drama happens. If not, the next update you'll get is probably a baby update! :-)
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
I love shutterfly
Hey guys-
I know I said I probably wouldn't be updating until next week, but I have a chance to get 50 free holiday cards just by telling you why I love shutterfly. It's a win-win for me, really, because I do love shutterfly and I love telling people about products/services I use and love, and you know, 50 free cards will help save me some money!
I'm especially excited about making this years Holiday Card because we'll have a new addition to the family. I will most likely combine the holiday cards as Holiday greetings as well as announcing the birth of our new little one. I love shutterfly because I can do it quickly, online, and it's easy. Easy is fantastic when you have little ones.
Of course, Holiday cards aren't the only thing Shutterfly offers. I've used other products from them before, and really, nothing beats a personalized gift, especially for Grandma's and Grandpa's. I love their regular cards - I used these for some of Cayden's birthday invitations: http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/5x7-folded-greeting-cards/film-stars-blue-birthday-5x7-folded-card?sortType=1&storeNode=60393, and I can't begin to tell you how many birthday cards I've ordered from Shutterfly. I am a BIG fan of their birthday cards, because a.) they're so cheap! I'm sorry, but while shopping in store for a card for my son's birthday, the prices shocked me. 3 dollars for a card that was most likely just going to get pitched? Most of the one's I've seen from Shutterfly tend to run in the 2 dollar range - shipping is usually a dollar, which does bring it to three dollars, BUT since the cards have pictures on them, I've found that most people tend to hold on to these - my MIL still has her Grandparent's day card framed. Not to mention, they constantly run deals where you can get three folded cards for 99 cents! And, you have the option of having it sent directly to you, or you can have it sent directly to the person it's going too - which is just one less thing YOU have to do.
My other favorite product from Shutterfly are the calendars: http://www.shutterfly.com/calendars/wall-calendars. Yes, they're a little pricey, but again, if you watch Shutterfly they're often running deals and specials. Not to mention, you can personalize certain days with pictures and text. Meaning when I get a new calendar I don't have to sit down and write all the dates in - because Shutterfly has printed them on there. Birthday's, anniversaries... I have the worlds WORST memory, so this is nice.
So if you haven't checked out shutterfly and you're looking for an awesome Christmas gift for someone, do so!
I know I said I probably wouldn't be updating until next week, but I have a chance to get 50 free holiday cards just by telling you why I love shutterfly. It's a win-win for me, really, because I do love shutterfly and I love telling people about products/services I use and love, and you know, 50 free cards will help save me some money!
I'm especially excited about making this years Holiday Card because we'll have a new addition to the family. I will most likely combine the holiday cards as Holiday greetings as well as announcing the birth of our new little one. I love shutterfly because I can do it quickly, online, and it's easy. Easy is fantastic when you have little ones.
Of course, Holiday cards aren't the only thing Shutterfly offers. I've used other products from them before, and really, nothing beats a personalized gift, especially for Grandma's and Grandpa's. I love their regular cards - I used these for some of Cayden's birthday invitations: http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/5x7-folded-greeting-cards/film-stars-blue-birthday-5x7-folded-card?sortType=1&storeNode=60393, and I can't begin to tell you how many birthday cards I've ordered from Shutterfly. I am a BIG fan of their birthday cards, because a.) they're so cheap! I'm sorry, but while shopping in store for a card for my son's birthday, the prices shocked me. 3 dollars for a card that was most likely just going to get pitched? Most of the one's I've seen from Shutterfly tend to run in the 2 dollar range - shipping is usually a dollar, which does bring it to three dollars, BUT since the cards have pictures on them, I've found that most people tend to hold on to these - my MIL still has her Grandparent's day card framed. Not to mention, they constantly run deals where you can get three folded cards for 99 cents! And, you have the option of having it sent directly to you, or you can have it sent directly to the person it's going too - which is just one less thing YOU have to do.
My other favorite product from Shutterfly are the calendars: http://www.shutterfly.com/calendars/wall-calendars. Yes, they're a little pricey, but again, if you watch Shutterfly they're often running deals and specials. Not to mention, you can personalize certain days with pictures and text. Meaning when I get a new calendar I don't have to sit down and write all the dates in - because Shutterfly has printed them on there. Birthday's, anniversaries... I have the worlds WORST memory, so this is nice.
So if you haven't checked out shutterfly and you're looking for an awesome Christmas gift for someone, do so!
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
I've been MIA
I wish I could say it was because I had my baby and am super busy, but nope. Stiiiiiillll pregnant. Again, I'll try to keep the complaints to a minimum, because it's really not THAT bad and I know it can be worse (I just had a friend who had to be hospitalized for five days because she had some severe pre-e stuff going on, so yeah, my little backaches don't compare.) and because I think it's a little redundant to say I'm done. Each week I've had a major complaint - 35 weeks I was really crampy, 36 weeks the heartburn struck, and now at 37 weeks I'm so very tired. I have days where I'm tired and can't sleep, and days where I'm tired and crash at 8 PM and don't wake till 9 AM the next day. So that's my main complaint, I am so very tired, and my morning sickness is back. But, hey, 2 more weeks and we're done, and I know next week with Thanksgiving it's going to go so quickly so. Wow, 2 weeks and we're done!
To update on everything that's been going on... Doctors appointment was stupid. LoL. I got tested for group b strep and on top of that they were like "surprise! we'll also be testing you for two STDs!" - I guess since I fall into a certain age range, it's standard. But I was just kind of irritated - I was tested for everything my last pregnancy, and came back clean so just because I fall into this age range they test me again. However, I told Jeremy if I pop positive this time, someone's got some explaining to do. However, with all that action going down there, they didn't check me for dilation, and honestly after all that poking and swabbing I didn't want anything else shoved in there. I'm supposed to be going to weeklys, but they were all booked this week, so I don't go back till Monday - and I'm actually hoping that's my last appointment and that they don't want me back before my c-section (which would be the following Tuesday.)
...Well, it would be really nice if I went into labor before that even, and the last appointment I went to would be my last. But. Whatever.
So moving on to MIL. Oh, my MIL. Really, really, REALLY dislike my MIL.
For starters, there's the Christmas incident, which almost made me shoot her. Jeremy and I decided that we were doing Christmas presents for the kids, and not anyone else. Jeremy's taking a month off work to help after my c-section and we just won't have the money. I thought about doing homemade gifts, but I'm just afraid I'll get one or two gifts done and then not have time to finish for anyone else. So, kids it is this year.
I told him to let his parents know, because if they don't want to buy us a gift in return, they don't have too. (Which, while I understand that Christmas isn't about the gifts, I thought was rather nice of me, considering last year Mary Anne told us they couldn't do gifts for us, and then proceeded to tell us what we could buy them.)
Anyway, she seemed to understand... Or so I thought. He gets off the phone with her, and she calls back literally two minutes later. Why? "OH, I just thought of a cheap gift idea you guys could get us!"
I mean we didn't say "We're keeping it a low budget Christmas this year, so don't expect much from us." Jeremy said "We don't have the money to get anyone Christmas gifts. We have Cayden's presents bought already and aren't getting gifts for anyone else."
Jeremy didn't think it was rude at all, but I was VERY offended, and even a little bit hurt. And I was even more offended that Jeremy backed off and was like "Oh, OK!" Instead of being like "No, we aren't doing gifts for anyone."
Then she called us a few days later and asked us what to bring to Thanksgiving.
.....What?
We did invite them to Thanksgiving. But she said she'd have to get back to us because their car was in bad shape (which is the same excuse they've used Thanksgivings past and never fixed the car, and it hasn't stopped them from driving to her brother's house for Christmas which is even further, but whatever.) And then my FIL called and gave us a definite no because they didn't have the money (which makes no sense, the only money they needed was gas money, which I do get gas is expensive, but I know they're just going to go out to dinner and spend more than that while eating out. But again, whatever.) So we called my Uncle and told him that they said no. And now, a little over a week before Thanksgiving, you're just randomly going to be like, what can we bring? When, exactly were you going to tell me you were coming? How about asking if it's still OK?
So now they're coming supposidly. I guess we'll see - My husband's Aunt ended up texting us the next day to invite us to THEIR thanksgiving, which I actually LOVE his Aunt and would like to go, but I'm not bailing on my Uncle after we said we'd come. However, MIL mentioned it to us, so I wouldn't be surprised if she bails last minute to go to her brothers house.
So then finally the dinner... It was actually low key. I think my MIL knows when I've just about reached my breaking point and then kind of backs off. However, we did have a few moments of "man, how come nobody's shot you yet?" but again, nothing major.
I mean the first annoyance is that they still take FOREVER to eat, but she picked a place that she actually did not once complain about the food, which shocked the hell out of me. Still, we were there for over 2 hours, which just... It irritates me to sit there that long. Then my MIL ordered dessert - which is fine, but I got SO annoyed because the waiter asked my FIL if he wanted anything, and he said no. And freaking waited until they brought MIL's dessert before he ordered his. UGH.
Then some topics of conversation got annoying:
-I don't know if you guys heard the VERY sad story of the 2 year old who got out of the house while his Mom was sleeping and ended up drowning in the pool. MIL heard about this and chose to lecture me on childproofing. Which always just annoys the crap out of me because she's around us so little, I just don't feel like she of all people has the right to question my parenting skills - because she has no clue what they are. I mean to me, it's kinda like - how the hell did my kid make it to two lady? She talks to me like I'm an idiot.
-I got lectured because I set my purse on the floor. I know a lot of people say not to leave your purse on the floor because of bugs and stuff, but honestly I don't care. Maybe it'll take bringing home a large ugly bug friend to freak me out to learn, but I'm like whatever. However, she told me I shouldn't do it because there's a bed bug infestation and I could carry them home with me.
....If the restaurant is infested with bed bugs, then they're going to come home whether my purse is on the floor or on a chair. If anything, they're more likely to be inside the upholstered booth she was sitting in. She also told me that we couldn't go to the movies like we had planned because they were infested with bed bugs. Now, I know there IS a bad outbreak, but I'm not locking myself in the house to avoid them. If the infestation is that bad, I'm going to get them at some point or the other.
Then I think she got irritated because she asked what we planned on doing about Christmas at Jeremy's Uncle's house. They do this every year, and we do try to go every year because as I said, I really love his Aunt and Uncle and we don't see them often. This year I'm just not sure how that's going to work out. Sometimes they do it pretty early in December, in which case I will most likely not be going. Even if it's later in December, I don't want to commit to going and then have complications from surgery or whatever. She said she totally understood that... Until I said that Jeremy and Cayden were welcome to go without us (meaning me and the baby.)
I think she was kind of shocked that I wouldn't let Jeremy bring the baby. Which, I didn't think was that unreasonable. For one, I don't think Jeremy could handle Cayden AND a newborn (for the record, I'm VERY glad to have my husband home for the first month, because I have no idea how I'M going to handle Cayden and a newborn). And it would be one thing if it were my Mom who I know would help out, but MIL and FIL can't even pick Cayden up - how are they going to help wrangle him? And I'm sure Aunt and Uncle would help, only Cayden doesn't know them so I doubt he would go to them (Uncle tried to hold Cayden at his second birthday party, and Cayden cried.) Not to mention, I plan on breastfeeding, so how is THAT going to work?
I dunno, it was just a very annoying experience. She just talks and it makes me want to punch her.
But, that was a lot of complaining for someone who said they weren't going to complain. Sorry about that :-) I know some of you like my MIL stories, which is why I tell 'em. :-)
So now I'm going to get a snack and go to bed. I don't know if there will be anything worth updating until either my doctors appointment Monday ooooor after Thanksgiving.
To update on everything that's been going on... Doctors appointment was stupid. LoL. I got tested for group b strep and on top of that they were like "surprise! we'll also be testing you for two STDs!" - I guess since I fall into a certain age range, it's standard. But I was just kind of irritated - I was tested for everything my last pregnancy, and came back clean so just because I fall into this age range they test me again. However, I told Jeremy if I pop positive this time, someone's got some explaining to do. However, with all that action going down there, they didn't check me for dilation, and honestly after all that poking and swabbing I didn't want anything else shoved in there. I'm supposed to be going to weeklys, but they were all booked this week, so I don't go back till Monday - and I'm actually hoping that's my last appointment and that they don't want me back before my c-section (which would be the following Tuesday.)
...Well, it would be really nice if I went into labor before that even, and the last appointment I went to would be my last. But. Whatever.
So moving on to MIL. Oh, my MIL. Really, really, REALLY dislike my MIL.
For starters, there's the Christmas incident, which almost made me shoot her. Jeremy and I decided that we were doing Christmas presents for the kids, and not anyone else. Jeremy's taking a month off work to help after my c-section and we just won't have the money. I thought about doing homemade gifts, but I'm just afraid I'll get one or two gifts done and then not have time to finish for anyone else. So, kids it is this year.
I told him to let his parents know, because if they don't want to buy us a gift in return, they don't have too. (Which, while I understand that Christmas isn't about the gifts, I thought was rather nice of me, considering last year Mary Anne told us they couldn't do gifts for us, and then proceeded to tell us what we could buy them.)
Anyway, she seemed to understand... Or so I thought. He gets off the phone with her, and she calls back literally two minutes later. Why? "OH, I just thought of a cheap gift idea you guys could get us!"
I mean we didn't say "We're keeping it a low budget Christmas this year, so don't expect much from us." Jeremy said "We don't have the money to get anyone Christmas gifts. We have Cayden's presents bought already and aren't getting gifts for anyone else."
Jeremy didn't think it was rude at all, but I was VERY offended, and even a little bit hurt. And I was even more offended that Jeremy backed off and was like "Oh, OK!" Instead of being like "No, we aren't doing gifts for anyone."
Then she called us a few days later and asked us what to bring to Thanksgiving.
.....What?
We did invite them to Thanksgiving. But she said she'd have to get back to us because their car was in bad shape (which is the same excuse they've used Thanksgivings past and never fixed the car, and it hasn't stopped them from driving to her brother's house for Christmas which is even further, but whatever.) And then my FIL called and gave us a definite no because they didn't have the money (which makes no sense, the only money they needed was gas money, which I do get gas is expensive, but I know they're just going to go out to dinner and spend more than that while eating out. But again, whatever.) So we called my Uncle and told him that they said no. And now, a little over a week before Thanksgiving, you're just randomly going to be like, what can we bring? When, exactly were you going to tell me you were coming? How about asking if it's still OK?
So now they're coming supposidly. I guess we'll see - My husband's Aunt ended up texting us the next day to invite us to THEIR thanksgiving, which I actually LOVE his Aunt and would like to go, but I'm not bailing on my Uncle after we said we'd come. However, MIL mentioned it to us, so I wouldn't be surprised if she bails last minute to go to her brothers house.
So then finally the dinner... It was actually low key. I think my MIL knows when I've just about reached my breaking point and then kind of backs off. However, we did have a few moments of "man, how come nobody's shot you yet?" but again, nothing major.
I mean the first annoyance is that they still take FOREVER to eat, but she picked a place that she actually did not once complain about the food, which shocked the hell out of me. Still, we were there for over 2 hours, which just... It irritates me to sit there that long. Then my MIL ordered dessert - which is fine, but I got SO annoyed because the waiter asked my FIL if he wanted anything, and he said no. And freaking waited until they brought MIL's dessert before he ordered his. UGH.
Then some topics of conversation got annoying:
-I don't know if you guys heard the VERY sad story of the 2 year old who got out of the house while his Mom was sleeping and ended up drowning in the pool. MIL heard about this and chose to lecture me on childproofing. Which always just annoys the crap out of me because she's around us so little, I just don't feel like she of all people has the right to question my parenting skills - because she has no clue what they are. I mean to me, it's kinda like - how the hell did my kid make it to two lady? She talks to me like I'm an idiot.
-I got lectured because I set my purse on the floor. I know a lot of people say not to leave your purse on the floor because of bugs and stuff, but honestly I don't care. Maybe it'll take bringing home a large ugly bug friend to freak me out to learn, but I'm like whatever. However, she told me I shouldn't do it because there's a bed bug infestation and I could carry them home with me.
....If the restaurant is infested with bed bugs, then they're going to come home whether my purse is on the floor or on a chair. If anything, they're more likely to be inside the upholstered booth she was sitting in. She also told me that we couldn't go to the movies like we had planned because they were infested with bed bugs. Now, I know there IS a bad outbreak, but I'm not locking myself in the house to avoid them. If the infestation is that bad, I'm going to get them at some point or the other.
Then I think she got irritated because she asked what we planned on doing about Christmas at Jeremy's Uncle's house. They do this every year, and we do try to go every year because as I said, I really love his Aunt and Uncle and we don't see them often. This year I'm just not sure how that's going to work out. Sometimes they do it pretty early in December, in which case I will most likely not be going. Even if it's later in December, I don't want to commit to going and then have complications from surgery or whatever. She said she totally understood that... Until I said that Jeremy and Cayden were welcome to go without us (meaning me and the baby.)
I think she was kind of shocked that I wouldn't let Jeremy bring the baby. Which, I didn't think was that unreasonable. For one, I don't think Jeremy could handle Cayden AND a newborn (for the record, I'm VERY glad to have my husband home for the first month, because I have no idea how I'M going to handle Cayden and a newborn). And it would be one thing if it were my Mom who I know would help out, but MIL and FIL can't even pick Cayden up - how are they going to help wrangle him? And I'm sure Aunt and Uncle would help, only Cayden doesn't know them so I doubt he would go to them (Uncle tried to hold Cayden at his second birthday party, and Cayden cried.) Not to mention, I plan on breastfeeding, so how is THAT going to work?
I dunno, it was just a very annoying experience. She just talks and it makes me want to punch her.
But, that was a lot of complaining for someone who said they weren't going to complain. Sorry about that :-) I know some of you like my MIL stories, which is why I tell 'em. :-)
So now I'm going to get a snack and go to bed. I don't know if there will be anything worth updating until either my doctors appointment Monday ooooor after Thanksgiving.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
I think I made a mistake...
My doctors appointment is tomorrow, so I was going to wait and update until then, in case something exciting happens (I have dreams of going in and them telling me that I'm dilated to like, a four, ha ha. Wishful thinking much?) But I really don't think we'll have any changes, and I did have a chance with the MIL, so, I decided to post about that instead.
My plan with my in laws was to not tell them in advance about when the c-section date is scheduled. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that was a revenge tactic that I was trying to pass off as a "I don't want any stress" thing. I don't want any stress - that's my main goal with this baby, to not repeat the very stressful birth experience that I had with Cayden.
Jeremy brought up a good point too - he says like it sounds like I want to be in control of the situation, and that's fine and he understands that, but that he thinks I'll have more control if I tell them in advance and then tell them in advance what time I want them there and all that jazz. He's afraid if we wait and tell them last minute, they'll be able to pull the "Oh, well George has to work" card or whatever, which could very well be true, and he said he would feel guilty telling them they couldn't see the baby then. But, if we told them now, they have plenty of time to plan, and therefore if they still find some excuse, he has no problem telling them to get bent.
I wasn't happy about it, but it did make sense. I know they have to visit some time, so at the very least I need to do all I can to make sure it's on my terms, right?
So Jer called them last night to tell them. And the whole thing has just left me feeling really uneasy, and I wish I could take it back and not tell them again. She only said a few things that were borderline annoying, but I just have a really bad feeling about the whole deal - especially since Jeremy wasn't super firm about the rules we had agreed to put into place.
We told them that we wanted people to call before they came. We said we wanted to kind of "schedule" visitors so that everyone didn't show at once. Mary Anne was like "Oh Goody, because I want that baby all to myself." Which, I guess is a normal thing to say, but it makes me feel really territorial (and for the record, I feel this way when other people say it too, it's not just a MIL thing) Then she asked if anyone else would be there when they visited, and Jeremy mentioned that my Mom may or may not be there. To which Mary Anne replied "Well of course she will be, she's Grandma, Grandma's can do what they want."
I don't know if this was meant as a dig because my Mom is around a lot, or if she was trying to infer that she thinks even though Jeremy mentioned these "rules" that because she's Grandma she doesn't have to follow them.
If it was a dig, it's bullshit, and she's yet to come out and say anything directly against my Mom, but if she does, I'm not holding back. My Mom is around a lot, but it's because my Mom makes the time to do so, and is a help when she is around. When Jeremy had his knee surgery and I was 9 months pregnant, Mary Anne and George stopped by ONCE. My Mom? Came over every day after work. She checked on Jeremy, brought us dinner, and left. When the baby was born, my Mom came over every day - but not just to sit on her ass and hold the baby. She cooked, she cleaned, she let me sleep. And I get that Mary Anne and George are older and bigger with more health issues, so I don't even expect them to do as much. But the fact that Mary Anne doesn't have a job and she can't even bother to pick up the phone and say "hey, how's my Grandson?" speaks volumes. So no, I don't feel guilty that it's my Mom that's around more. If they wanted to be, they could be.
If it was her way of saying she was going to ignore my rules... Well, she's in for a shock, because I will kick her out of the hospital. I'm hoping it's just my pregnancy hormones and she didn't mean anything by it, but I just have a bad feeling about this whole thing.
I just wish Jeremy would have been more firm about things. I think I would feel better knowing they knew what we wanted. I was going to skip Mary Anne's birthday dinner, but now I think I'll go so *I* can be the one who says "Look, these are the rules, you follow them or you get out."
My plan with my in laws was to not tell them in advance about when the c-section date is scheduled. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that was a revenge tactic that I was trying to pass off as a "I don't want any stress" thing. I don't want any stress - that's my main goal with this baby, to not repeat the very stressful birth experience that I had with Cayden.
Jeremy brought up a good point too - he says like it sounds like I want to be in control of the situation, and that's fine and he understands that, but that he thinks I'll have more control if I tell them in advance and then tell them in advance what time I want them there and all that jazz. He's afraid if we wait and tell them last minute, they'll be able to pull the "Oh, well George has to work" card or whatever, which could very well be true, and he said he would feel guilty telling them they couldn't see the baby then. But, if we told them now, they have plenty of time to plan, and therefore if they still find some excuse, he has no problem telling them to get bent.
I wasn't happy about it, but it did make sense. I know they have to visit some time, so at the very least I need to do all I can to make sure it's on my terms, right?
So Jer called them last night to tell them. And the whole thing has just left me feeling really uneasy, and I wish I could take it back and not tell them again. She only said a few things that were borderline annoying, but I just have a really bad feeling about the whole deal - especially since Jeremy wasn't super firm about the rules we had agreed to put into place.
We told them that we wanted people to call before they came. We said we wanted to kind of "schedule" visitors so that everyone didn't show at once. Mary Anne was like "Oh Goody, because I want that baby all to myself." Which, I guess is a normal thing to say, but it makes me feel really territorial (and for the record, I feel this way when other people say it too, it's not just a MIL thing) Then she asked if anyone else would be there when they visited, and Jeremy mentioned that my Mom may or may not be there. To which Mary Anne replied "Well of course she will be, she's Grandma, Grandma's can do what they want."
I don't know if this was meant as a dig because my Mom is around a lot, or if she was trying to infer that she thinks even though Jeremy mentioned these "rules" that because she's Grandma she doesn't have to follow them.
If it was a dig, it's bullshit, and she's yet to come out and say anything directly against my Mom, but if she does, I'm not holding back. My Mom is around a lot, but it's because my Mom makes the time to do so, and is a help when she is around. When Jeremy had his knee surgery and I was 9 months pregnant, Mary Anne and George stopped by ONCE. My Mom? Came over every day after work. She checked on Jeremy, brought us dinner, and left. When the baby was born, my Mom came over every day - but not just to sit on her ass and hold the baby. She cooked, she cleaned, she let me sleep. And I get that Mary Anne and George are older and bigger with more health issues, so I don't even expect them to do as much. But the fact that Mary Anne doesn't have a job and she can't even bother to pick up the phone and say "hey, how's my Grandson?" speaks volumes. So no, I don't feel guilty that it's my Mom that's around more. If they wanted to be, they could be.
If it was her way of saying she was going to ignore my rules... Well, she's in for a shock, because I will kick her out of the hospital. I'm hoping it's just my pregnancy hormones and she didn't mean anything by it, but I just have a bad feeling about this whole thing.
I just wish Jeremy would have been more firm about things. I think I would feel better knowing they knew what we wanted. I was going to skip Mary Anne's birthday dinner, but now I think I'll go so *I* can be the one who says "Look, these are the rules, you follow them or you get out."
Monday, November 8, 2010
...We're almost there... Right?
I wanted to update you guys but then realized there's nothing to update you on.
Let's get the pregnancy complaints out of the way: Heartburn sucks. Every evening without fail, and nothing makes it go away. It's still pretty mild, just mainly really annoying, because it just doesn't quit. Still not swelling really, so Praise Jesus for that. I am incredibly achy all over all the time. Lately it's been going into my legs even - I've been waking up at night with leg cramps, and earlier it felt like I was getting shin splints. I'm not so sure the shin splint feeling is pregnancy related, but it's not like I've been out running marathons, so I dunno what else would have caused it. Those are my specific complaints. The rest are the general - I'm tired all the time but can't get comfortable enough to sleep, my back hurts all the time, my hot flashes are out of control...
I told my husband to remind me of this moment when I want to have another baby, ha ha.
Still, it did hit me earlier today how lucky I am. I complained about how disappointing it was for a couple months to not get pregnant, but then on baby center I stumbled across the trying to conceive board... And I mean woman try for years and nothing - or even worse than that, get pregnant but then lose baby after baby. The end of pregnancy sucks - don't get me wrong. I have found people who say they like pregnancy, but I think even they agree at the end, there's just nothing much fun left except the birth part.
I just know how badly I wanted this baby, and I only had to try for a few months, and I already had a baby. I can't imagine how badly it must hurt to find out you can't even have one.
Especially when I hang out with Cayden. Don't get me wrong, there are times when I want to strangle him (and anyone who thinks that's a horrible statement to make has never been around a 2 year old!) But he is one hilarious little boy - and QUITE the smartass.
A few days ago I said to him "Pete and repeat went of a boat, Pete fell off, who was left?" I didn't expect an answer, I was just playing with him. Do you know what he answered?
"Boat."
....Yeah, I guess you're right Cayden, the boat was left.
There are other examples of smart ass-y things he's said, I just can't remember them right now. But just him talking is hilarious - most of the time. There was a moment in the store the other day where he just kept repeating "Mommy, mommy.... Hi Mommy. See it Mommy? You see it?" And that got a little old. But most of the time...
I just also can't believe how freaking big he's gotten, it's nuts. I also can't wait for him to meet his new baby brother!
Let's get the pregnancy complaints out of the way: Heartburn sucks. Every evening without fail, and nothing makes it go away. It's still pretty mild, just mainly really annoying, because it just doesn't quit. Still not swelling really, so Praise Jesus for that. I am incredibly achy all over all the time. Lately it's been going into my legs even - I've been waking up at night with leg cramps, and earlier it felt like I was getting shin splints. I'm not so sure the shin splint feeling is pregnancy related, but it's not like I've been out running marathons, so I dunno what else would have caused it. Those are my specific complaints. The rest are the general - I'm tired all the time but can't get comfortable enough to sleep, my back hurts all the time, my hot flashes are out of control...
I told my husband to remind me of this moment when I want to have another baby, ha ha.
Still, it did hit me earlier today how lucky I am. I complained about how disappointing it was for a couple months to not get pregnant, but then on baby center I stumbled across the trying to conceive board... And I mean woman try for years and nothing - or even worse than that, get pregnant but then lose baby after baby. The end of pregnancy sucks - don't get me wrong. I have found people who say they like pregnancy, but I think even they agree at the end, there's just nothing much fun left except the birth part.
I just know how badly I wanted this baby, and I only had to try for a few months, and I already had a baby. I can't imagine how badly it must hurt to find out you can't even have one.
Especially when I hang out with Cayden. Don't get me wrong, there are times when I want to strangle him (and anyone who thinks that's a horrible statement to make has never been around a 2 year old!) But he is one hilarious little boy - and QUITE the smartass.
A few days ago I said to him "Pete and repeat went of a boat, Pete fell off, who was left?" I didn't expect an answer, I was just playing with him. Do you know what he answered?
"Boat."
....Yeah, I guess you're right Cayden, the boat was left.
There are other examples of smart ass-y things he's said, I just can't remember them right now. But just him talking is hilarious - most of the time. There was a moment in the store the other day where he just kept repeating "Mommy, mommy.... Hi Mommy. See it Mommy? You see it?" And that got a little old. But most of the time...
I just also can't believe how freaking big he's gotten, it's nuts. I also can't wait for him to meet his new baby brother!
Friday, November 5, 2010
You don't wanna meet Mr. Angry Eyes
Forewarning before you read this: I'm in a really horrible mood. I'm talking I would yell at cute puppies type of mood. So, this is pretty much going to be me ranting. I realize I have so much to be happy for, but I do think sometimes you just gotta be pissed off. And I'm pissed.
I'm not sleeping well, so that probably has something to do with my mood. I was up super late last night, then tossed and turned and woke up what felt like every ten minutes, and then of course my son was up super early this morning. Whatever, such is life, right? But then before I signed off facebook last night, I put my status as something like "finally going to bed, here's hoping Cayden sleeps in."
And my friend posted a comment back "We need to get you on a sleep schedule. You were up way too late missy."
I know, sounds super innocent, right? But it just irked me, because she's so freaking opinionated, which I am too, but it's on crap she knows nothing about. Until you have been 9 months pregnant and tried to find a comfortable position to sleep in, please don't tell me I need to be sleeping more, not to mention the husband that gets up at 4 am to go to work, and as quiet as he tries to be, always wakes me up (it's not his fault, honestly. I'm just not sleeping as deeply as I used too) or the two year old who still wakes multiple times in the night...
She also made a comment the other day on my status about how she stayed up too late and had to get up to go to work in the morning and how she couldn't wait till she was rich or a mom so she could stay at home...
Uh, really? You DO realize that just because I'm a stay at home Mom, I'm still working, right? I'm not able to sleep in till whenever, and if I don't feel good, I still can't call off. I mean it's just offensive. She actually said when she had kids she was going to craft all day.
Yeah, honey, maybe when your kids are back in school.
And then when she heard about my c-section she asked me if I was excited, and when I answered nervous, she seriously asked me why. Uh, it's major surgery and when it's over, I'll have to recover AND deal with a newborn and toddler. Her reply? "Women do it all the time."
K. Doesn't mean it's easy. Doesn't mean it's fun. Doesn't mean it's what I wanted. And sometimes those women DO have complications, you know why? Because it's major surgery! People undergo open heart surgery all the time, should they not be nervous?
I love her to death, but she just says things and I don't think she thinks about them before she says them. I've talked to her about it before... When we were super stressed about our money issues, because all her answers would basically be to suck it up and deal with it. I finally asked her how SHE would feel if when she starting complaining about the stress of her wedding if I responded with "Hey, you should just be glad you're getting married." Sometimes all people want is sympathy. And it's like, I hate telling her anything that's going on.
Anyway. Then there's my WONDERFUL MIL, who we all know and love so much. She called the other night. We haven't seen her since Cayden's birthday party, and the last time we talked to her was when Jeremy called her to see if she wanted a ride to the shower - so it's been awhile, but whatever, I don't want to talk to her, so I don't care.
She called to tell us she started buying things for Christmas for Cayden. And she fucking DID IT AGAIN!!!! We called her probably over a month ago to let her know that we bought Cayden this chuck and friends stunt park playset. They have multiple ones, so we were sure to let her know the specific name of the one we bought, and described the box (there are a couple different sets, the other sets are smaller, this one is the big one. You really can't confuse it with the others) We told her we bought it, and she said OK, well I'll get him the other little ones.
She bought him the big set. And you know what, again, *I* don't care. She keeps his toys at her house, so it's not really a big deal that he has a double. Only once again, *she* gets her panties in a twist. "You didn't tell me you were buying that for him."
Jeremy was like "We called you as we were buying it to make sure you hadn't already gotten it. Remember, I told you it was on sale, and we also had a coupon so we got it for like half price?"
Whatever, I'm just done telling her what we've gotten him, because it obviously doesn't matter.
Then she asks us what we need for the baby still. Uh, really lady? You want to ask NOW? I'm 35 weeks pregnant! At the most I have 5 weeks left! You didn't offer to buy ANYTHING when you knew my husband didn't have a job and we were struggling, but NOW that we have extra money you want to offer?
The ONLY thing I could think of are socks. She, of course, complained about it. "Socks are so boring. Are you sure that's all you need? Can I buy some clothes?" ...You CAN do whatever you want. But if you're asking what I still NEED, yup, socks are pretty much it.
So then she finally starts giving Jeremy the 5th degree about Cayden's 2 year check up - which, had I been on the phone, I wouldn't have told her jack about it, because frankly, it's none of her business. She starts questioning WHY he didn't get any vaccines and when Jeremy said the doctor said he didn't need any, she seriously asked if the doctor was sure, and if we trusted the doctor.
Uh, no. Don't trust the doctor at all. That's why I continue to take my son to her, because I think she's a nut job. And in fact, I definately think you know more than her, I mean so what? You never went to school to get that pesky medical degree, and you only had one child, and that was over 30! years ago. Times haven't changed at ALL since my husband was a kid, right? And I mean, you can't seem to remember what I told you specifically NOT to buy my son, or stick to a freaking list that YOU asked me to write, but I'm SURE you can remember what vaccines he needed, better than his doctor, who has it written down and on file. Never mind that you've NEVER been to a SINGLE doctors appointment with him, and I think this is probably the first or second time you've even bothered to ask how it went.
>:( <--- That's Mr. Angry Eyes, btw. Cayden has recently become obsessed with the Toy Stories, you might recognize the line from Potato Head.
So then she asks about the flu shot. To which Jeremy answers that Cayden didn't get one. And of course, that set her off hardcore.
Now, personally I'm on the fence about the flu shot. My husband? Thinks the flu shot is the dumbest invention ever. He never gets one. Do I think it's the right thing to do? I don't know. I did insist Cayden get one last year, and with the new baby coming, he will probably get one again this year. But, he didn't get one while we were in because they didn't have any. It wasn't like we refused, but they happened to be out. But again, it's Jeremy and my child, and therefore it's our choice, and if I don't want to vax him at all, for anything, well, that's between Jeremy and I.
...Then, she asked if I got the flu shot. To which I would have answered it's none of her business. But my husband is dense, and so he told her I actually refused mine.
Yeaaaaah that went over well. I refused mine because they only had the flu shot/h1n1 combo, and I refuse to get the h1n1 shot while pregnant. If they have some shots still available when the baby is born, I will get one, again, to protect the baby. But right now I feel like it's safer to not get one. (And for the record, I am NOT trying to start the great flu shot debate. My MIL got the flu shot, and that's great... For HER. It's YOUR body, and I just think it's therefore YOUR decision what you do with it, and what you put in it.)
So then she starts talking about her birthday, and where she wants to go out to dinner at. She has it narrowed down to three places, and one of them just happens to be an uber expensive steak house. And while I would LOVE to go to this steak house (Jeremy got to go once because at his old job they had a pharm company come in and take them there. It's expensive, but he brought me home some of his steak. I ate it the next morning, cold, and it was still the best steak I've ever eaten, so I could only imagine what it would taste like "fresh".) I would never go with her.
For one, I don't know why the women EVER orders steak out. She freaks out EVERY time, because if it's the slightest bit pink it's "bloody" and if it's not pink then it tastes burnt and is way too overdone. Secondly, she's been to this steak house before, and she hated it. Why she wants to go back is beyond me. Thirdly, we have a new baby on the way, and Christmas coming... I just have other things I'd rather spend my money on, especially if I'm going to have to sit there and listen to her complain about the food which I'm sure will be delicious. And lastly, it's not really the type of place that has booster seats and highchairs. She's going to want us to bring Cayden, and then she's going to send back her food 20 times and take 4 hours to eat, meanwhile he'll be melting down in the middle of a restaurant that's not really child friendly to begin with.
I guess it doesn't matter, because I told Jeremy I felt like I was coming down with something, and it would probably hit right around her birthday time, and so I didn't think I would be going.
I do feel better, though, now that I've complained. Thanks :-)
I'm not sleeping well, so that probably has something to do with my mood. I was up super late last night, then tossed and turned and woke up what felt like every ten minutes, and then of course my son was up super early this morning. Whatever, such is life, right? But then before I signed off facebook last night, I put my status as something like "finally going to bed, here's hoping Cayden sleeps in."
And my friend posted a comment back "We need to get you on a sleep schedule. You were up way too late missy."
I know, sounds super innocent, right? But it just irked me, because she's so freaking opinionated, which I am too, but it's on crap she knows nothing about. Until you have been 9 months pregnant and tried to find a comfortable position to sleep in, please don't tell me I need to be sleeping more, not to mention the husband that gets up at 4 am to go to work, and as quiet as he tries to be, always wakes me up (it's not his fault, honestly. I'm just not sleeping as deeply as I used too) or the two year old who still wakes multiple times in the night...
She also made a comment the other day on my status about how she stayed up too late and had to get up to go to work in the morning and how she couldn't wait till she was rich or a mom so she could stay at home...
Uh, really? You DO realize that just because I'm a stay at home Mom, I'm still working, right? I'm not able to sleep in till whenever, and if I don't feel good, I still can't call off. I mean it's just offensive. She actually said when she had kids she was going to craft all day.
Yeah, honey, maybe when your kids are back in school.
And then when she heard about my c-section she asked me if I was excited, and when I answered nervous, she seriously asked me why. Uh, it's major surgery and when it's over, I'll have to recover AND deal with a newborn and toddler. Her reply? "Women do it all the time."
K. Doesn't mean it's easy. Doesn't mean it's fun. Doesn't mean it's what I wanted. And sometimes those women DO have complications, you know why? Because it's major surgery! People undergo open heart surgery all the time, should they not be nervous?
I love her to death, but she just says things and I don't think she thinks about them before she says them. I've talked to her about it before... When we were super stressed about our money issues, because all her answers would basically be to suck it up and deal with it. I finally asked her how SHE would feel if when she starting complaining about the stress of her wedding if I responded with "Hey, you should just be glad you're getting married." Sometimes all people want is sympathy. And it's like, I hate telling her anything that's going on.
Anyway. Then there's my WONDERFUL MIL, who we all know and love so much. She called the other night. We haven't seen her since Cayden's birthday party, and the last time we talked to her was when Jeremy called her to see if she wanted a ride to the shower - so it's been awhile, but whatever, I don't want to talk to her, so I don't care.
She called to tell us she started buying things for Christmas for Cayden. And she fucking DID IT AGAIN!!!! We called her probably over a month ago to let her know that we bought Cayden this chuck and friends stunt park playset. They have multiple ones, so we were sure to let her know the specific name of the one we bought, and described the box (there are a couple different sets, the other sets are smaller, this one is the big one. You really can't confuse it with the others) We told her we bought it, and she said OK, well I'll get him the other little ones.
She bought him the big set. And you know what, again, *I* don't care. She keeps his toys at her house, so it's not really a big deal that he has a double. Only once again, *she* gets her panties in a twist. "You didn't tell me you were buying that for him."
Jeremy was like "We called you as we were buying it to make sure you hadn't already gotten it. Remember, I told you it was on sale, and we also had a coupon so we got it for like half price?"
Whatever, I'm just done telling her what we've gotten him, because it obviously doesn't matter.
Then she asks us what we need for the baby still. Uh, really lady? You want to ask NOW? I'm 35 weeks pregnant! At the most I have 5 weeks left! You didn't offer to buy ANYTHING when you knew my husband didn't have a job and we were struggling, but NOW that we have extra money you want to offer?
The ONLY thing I could think of are socks. She, of course, complained about it. "Socks are so boring. Are you sure that's all you need? Can I buy some clothes?" ...You CAN do whatever you want. But if you're asking what I still NEED, yup, socks are pretty much it.
So then she finally starts giving Jeremy the 5th degree about Cayden's 2 year check up - which, had I been on the phone, I wouldn't have told her jack about it, because frankly, it's none of her business. She starts questioning WHY he didn't get any vaccines and when Jeremy said the doctor said he didn't need any, she seriously asked if the doctor was sure, and if we trusted the doctor.
Uh, no. Don't trust the doctor at all. That's why I continue to take my son to her, because I think she's a nut job. And in fact, I definately think you know more than her, I mean so what? You never went to school to get that pesky medical degree, and you only had one child, and that was over 30! years ago. Times haven't changed at ALL since my husband was a kid, right? And I mean, you can't seem to remember what I told you specifically NOT to buy my son, or stick to a freaking list that YOU asked me to write, but I'm SURE you can remember what vaccines he needed, better than his doctor, who has it written down and on file. Never mind that you've NEVER been to a SINGLE doctors appointment with him, and I think this is probably the first or second time you've even bothered to ask how it went.
>:( <--- That's Mr. Angry Eyes, btw. Cayden has recently become obsessed with the Toy Stories, you might recognize the line from Potato Head.
So then she asks about the flu shot. To which Jeremy answers that Cayden didn't get one. And of course, that set her off hardcore.
Now, personally I'm on the fence about the flu shot. My husband? Thinks the flu shot is the dumbest invention ever. He never gets one. Do I think it's the right thing to do? I don't know. I did insist Cayden get one last year, and with the new baby coming, he will probably get one again this year. But, he didn't get one while we were in because they didn't have any. It wasn't like we refused, but they happened to be out. But again, it's Jeremy and my child, and therefore it's our choice, and if I don't want to vax him at all, for anything, well, that's between Jeremy and I.
...Then, she asked if I got the flu shot. To which I would have answered it's none of her business. But my husband is dense, and so he told her I actually refused mine.
Yeaaaaah that went over well. I refused mine because they only had the flu shot/h1n1 combo, and I refuse to get the h1n1 shot while pregnant. If they have some shots still available when the baby is born, I will get one, again, to protect the baby. But right now I feel like it's safer to not get one. (And for the record, I am NOT trying to start the great flu shot debate. My MIL got the flu shot, and that's great... For HER. It's YOUR body, and I just think it's therefore YOUR decision what you do with it, and what you put in it.)
So then she starts talking about her birthday, and where she wants to go out to dinner at. She has it narrowed down to three places, and one of them just happens to be an uber expensive steak house. And while I would LOVE to go to this steak house (Jeremy got to go once because at his old job they had a pharm company come in and take them there. It's expensive, but he brought me home some of his steak. I ate it the next morning, cold, and it was still the best steak I've ever eaten, so I could only imagine what it would taste like "fresh".) I would never go with her.
For one, I don't know why the women EVER orders steak out. She freaks out EVERY time, because if it's the slightest bit pink it's "bloody" and if it's not pink then it tastes burnt and is way too overdone. Secondly, she's been to this steak house before, and she hated it. Why she wants to go back is beyond me. Thirdly, we have a new baby on the way, and Christmas coming... I just have other things I'd rather spend my money on, especially if I'm going to have to sit there and listen to her complain about the food which I'm sure will be delicious. And lastly, it's not really the type of place that has booster seats and highchairs. She's going to want us to bring Cayden, and then she's going to send back her food 20 times and take 4 hours to eat, meanwhile he'll be melting down in the middle of a restaurant that's not really child friendly to begin with.
I guess it doesn't matter, because I told Jeremy I felt like I was coming down with something, and it would probably hit right around her birthday time, and so I didn't think I would be going.
I do feel better, though, now that I've complained. Thanks :-)
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
I've been diagnosed with end of pregnancy sucks syndrome
I cramped really badly at the start of this pregnancy, and now they cramping has returned. My doctor tells me they're braxton hicks contractions (practice contractions for those of you who haven't had kids) but they don't feel at all like I thought contractions would feel like. They feel like I'm about to get my period. They hurt and they're uncomfortable, and I never had these with my son.
Well usually they go away after an hour or two, especially if I eat, lay down, move around, or drink water (which signals that they aren't real contractions.) Yesterday I woke up with them, and all day long I had them. I tried everything the doctor had suggested, annnnnd nada, they wouldn't quit. I did not think I was in labor - it hurt but it was more of an uncomfortable pain. It sucked and made me really whiny, but it was more of a "I just want to lay in bed with a hot water bottle" pain. I called my doctor because she told me if I had more than 6 braxton hicks in an hour to call (and I dunno if I had more than 6, because it's not like they stop and start. I cramp for an hour and it stops.) but these had been all day and I thought she should know.
Of course, they want me to come into labor and delivery. They always want you to come in (actually, with Cayden, the one time they DIDN'T ask me to come in was when I should have been seen.) I didn't want to go but was afraid if I didn't go I'd be up all night wondering if the baby was OK. Again, I didn't think I was in labor, but wasn't sure why I was cramping so much. So, in I went.
Turns out, I am having contractions - they were being picked up on the monitor and everything, but they weren't dilating me, so they let me go home. Finally, last night right before I fell asleep, they went away. And I woke up without them, but now they're back. The doctor seems to think I might be in the beginning stages of labor - which sounds SUPER exciting, until she admitted that this could go on for weeks. I mean my friend Amy started having contractions early, and she still had to be induced. It's one thing if I could go through this and it was bringing me closer to my VBAC, but I may just be crampy and have to get cut open anyway.
So when my Mom asked me what they told me at the hospital, I told her "they diagnosed me with end of pregnancy sucks syndrome."
I thought it was pretty funny, and very true :-)
Well usually they go away after an hour or two, especially if I eat, lay down, move around, or drink water (which signals that they aren't real contractions.) Yesterday I woke up with them, and all day long I had them. I tried everything the doctor had suggested, annnnnd nada, they wouldn't quit. I did not think I was in labor - it hurt but it was more of an uncomfortable pain. It sucked and made me really whiny, but it was more of a "I just want to lay in bed with a hot water bottle" pain. I called my doctor because she told me if I had more than 6 braxton hicks in an hour to call (and I dunno if I had more than 6, because it's not like they stop and start. I cramp for an hour and it stops.) but these had been all day and I thought she should know.
Of course, they want me to come into labor and delivery. They always want you to come in (actually, with Cayden, the one time they DIDN'T ask me to come in was when I should have been seen.) I didn't want to go but was afraid if I didn't go I'd be up all night wondering if the baby was OK. Again, I didn't think I was in labor, but wasn't sure why I was cramping so much. So, in I went.
Turns out, I am having contractions - they were being picked up on the monitor and everything, but they weren't dilating me, so they let me go home. Finally, last night right before I fell asleep, they went away. And I woke up without them, but now they're back. The doctor seems to think I might be in the beginning stages of labor - which sounds SUPER exciting, until she admitted that this could go on for weeks. I mean my friend Amy started having contractions early, and she still had to be induced. It's one thing if I could go through this and it was bringing me closer to my VBAC, but I may just be crampy and have to get cut open anyway.
So when my Mom asked me what they told me at the hospital, I told her "they diagnosed me with end of pregnancy sucks syndrome."
I thought it was pretty funny, and very true :-)
Monday, November 1, 2010
My soup tastes funny
...Like bad peanuts. You know that taste? The weird tasting peanut in the shell? Almost like burnt peanut. I'm really upset about this - we need to go grocery shopping so we don't have much in the house to eat, and soup was one of my few lunch choices. I tried to suck it up and eat it but seriously almost threw up. I have more cans of soup but now I'm kind of afraid of soup.
I'm at the point in pregnancy where I'm hungry all the time, but don't ask me what I want to eat because nothing sounds good. I'm also not sleeping and I really do believe I'll sleep a lot better once this baby is out.
Basically, today I am full of nothing but complaints, and burnt peanut tastes, lol.
There's not much to update you on. We went out and finished buying up the majority of the baby supplies this weekend. I just need to get some baby socks and a couple pairs of newborn pants - I never have enough pants for my kids. My husband says it's because pants aren't as cute as shirts and stuff, and he's probably right. It's weird being done - I feel like there's no way I can be done, especially with so much stuff I thought I had to do, but I keep wracking my brain for things we don't have, and I can't think of anything. I haven't bought any formula, but I am hoping to breastfeed, and I know if it doesn't work out, I'll get samples in the hospital that will tide us over until someone can run out and get it.
On the one hand, being done has made me more impatient for him to get here. But, on the other hand... I'm still freaking out. One, because I really don't want surgery. I don't want to deal with the recovery and two babies and leaving my son at home while I'm in the hospital. I will deal with it, I knew there was a chance of that happening when I decided for a second baby, but it still doesn't mean I'm in love with the idea.
Then, I'm terrified of juggling two kids, lol. With this baby inside of me right now, he's easy to take care of. I want all the fun stuff - being able to hold him and cuddle him and seeing him with Cayden, but I'm so nervous about the rest of it.
We had a very busy October, so now I'm wondering if November is going to drag on because we don't have a lot planned. My last day of work is the day before Thanksgiving, and besides my cousin's wedding, that's really the only thing I have on our schedule. I just want to spend time with Cayden and getting things ready and all that.
Halloween was OK. We had plans to take Cayden trick or treating twice, but we only went once. He didn't need all that candy anyway, but I did feel bad about not taking him because we were supposed to go with Tyler, his bff. He ended up desperately needing a nap though, so it just didn't work.
Trick or treating around our house went well. We only went out for about a half hour, because again, Cayden doesn't need a bunch of candy. It was also chilly, and it was pretty funny - Cayden took off like a rocket and basically ran the whole two blocks, and then pooped out and started asking to go home.
I'll edit this later and post pictures. Right now I unfortunatly have laundry to do. Yuck.
I'm at the point in pregnancy where I'm hungry all the time, but don't ask me what I want to eat because nothing sounds good. I'm also not sleeping and I really do believe I'll sleep a lot better once this baby is out.
Basically, today I am full of nothing but complaints, and burnt peanut tastes, lol.
There's not much to update you on. We went out and finished buying up the majority of the baby supplies this weekend. I just need to get some baby socks and a couple pairs of newborn pants - I never have enough pants for my kids. My husband says it's because pants aren't as cute as shirts and stuff, and he's probably right. It's weird being done - I feel like there's no way I can be done, especially with so much stuff I thought I had to do, but I keep wracking my brain for things we don't have, and I can't think of anything. I haven't bought any formula, but I am hoping to breastfeed, and I know if it doesn't work out, I'll get samples in the hospital that will tide us over until someone can run out and get it.
On the one hand, being done has made me more impatient for him to get here. But, on the other hand... I'm still freaking out. One, because I really don't want surgery. I don't want to deal with the recovery and two babies and leaving my son at home while I'm in the hospital. I will deal with it, I knew there was a chance of that happening when I decided for a second baby, but it still doesn't mean I'm in love with the idea.
Then, I'm terrified of juggling two kids, lol. With this baby inside of me right now, he's easy to take care of. I want all the fun stuff - being able to hold him and cuddle him and seeing him with Cayden, but I'm so nervous about the rest of it.
We had a very busy October, so now I'm wondering if November is going to drag on because we don't have a lot planned. My last day of work is the day before Thanksgiving, and besides my cousin's wedding, that's really the only thing I have on our schedule. I just want to spend time with Cayden and getting things ready and all that.
Halloween was OK. We had plans to take Cayden trick or treating twice, but we only went once. He didn't need all that candy anyway, but I did feel bad about not taking him because we were supposed to go with Tyler, his bff. He ended up desperately needing a nap though, so it just didn't work.
Trick or treating around our house went well. We only went out for about a half hour, because again, Cayden doesn't need a bunch of candy. It was also chilly, and it was pretty funny - Cayden took off like a rocket and basically ran the whole two blocks, and then pooped out and started asking to go home.
I'll edit this later and post pictures. Right now I unfortunatly have laundry to do. Yuck.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
We'll have a baby by the end of the month!
OK, not by the end of THIS month - but this month is SO close to being over, and it sounds a lot better to say that we'll have a baby by the end of this month than by the end of next month. Because next month is almost this month.
Honestly, I have so many mixed emotions about all this. I don't want a c-section, but I do love the fact that there's an end in sight (as I told my doctor today - they always say nobody's been pregnant forever, but at times, it can certainly feel like you have been!) Still, I'm super nervous about the surgery, even MORE nervous about the recovery, and am praying like crazy that I'm going to go into labor on my own before that.
Exciting news though - I may get to be part of a documentary that will appear on lifetime. They're filming at the hospital I'm delivering at, and I applied on a whim. My due date falls AFTER they'll be filming, but with the c-section I'm in right in the knick of time. So I will definately be filmed for it - however, they said they're filming EVERYONE and then deciding who makes the cut later - so just because I get filmed doesn't mean I'm in. Still, it's exciting, and I'll let you all know what happens with it.
Alright, that's about it. I'm going to go lay down. Today I feel like I could hibernate ALL day and STILL be exhausted, and I need to rest up because it's trick or treat night!
Honestly, I have so many mixed emotions about all this. I don't want a c-section, but I do love the fact that there's an end in sight (as I told my doctor today - they always say nobody's been pregnant forever, but at times, it can certainly feel like you have been!) Still, I'm super nervous about the surgery, even MORE nervous about the recovery, and am praying like crazy that I'm going to go into labor on my own before that.
Exciting news though - I may get to be part of a documentary that will appear on lifetime. They're filming at the hospital I'm delivering at, and I applied on a whim. My due date falls AFTER they'll be filming, but with the c-section I'm in right in the knick of time. So I will definately be filmed for it - however, they said they're filming EVERYONE and then deciding who makes the cut later - so just because I get filmed doesn't mean I'm in. Still, it's exciting, and I'll let you all know what happens with it.
Alright, that's about it. I'm going to go lay down. Today I feel like I could hibernate ALL day and STILL be exhausted, and I need to rest up because it's trick or treat night!
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
34 weeks
Sorry I've been slacking on the writing. Honestly, it's been pretty busy around here, and I'm so full of complaints I wanted to spare you guys, lol. I'm trying not to complain TOO much - after all, I still remember just how badly I wanted this, but if you've been pregnant before you know you hit a point where as much as you want it, you're just done.
I have reached my point, lol.
The good news is, since they want to schedule a c-section at 39 weeks, as of today I have 5 weeks left. 35 days. That's crazy, huh? Just a little over a month and we'll be a family of four, and I'll probably be complaining about being pooped on and lack of sleep. But honestly, I'm oh-so-excited to see Cayden with his little brother. And I'm excited to see this little guy so we can finally name him. I have several names that I like, but I just can't pick. We originally went back to the original of Elijah, but I told a few people and it just didn't feel right, so now I'm back to the wait and see.
So, 35 days and we're done. And maybe even less if this not so little one decides to come on his own - which I'm praying and will be doing everything in my power (that's safe!) to try to help him along (not now of course, I have at least 3 more weeks until he's full term, so just twiddling my thumbs until then!)
My baby shower was this weekend, and it sucked. My two friends that threw it did a really awesome job, had fabulous decorations, games planned, wonderful food. But out of the 15 people who rsvp'd yes? Only one showed up. And then another person who RSVP'd maybe showed. I had 2 people at my shower. And it just kind of hurts my feelings. I know - it's a second baby and so some people think a second shower is tacky, but if that was how they felt, why even bother to rsvp yes? I just think it's rude. My hostesses wasted their time and money getting ready for that many people, only to have two show. And I've only had one person explain to me why they weren't there, and that was another maybe. Nobody else has said anything to me.
My MIL struck again too. Jeremy called her to see if she wanted a ride to come to the shower - and she said no. So, no excuse, just didn't want to come. Then she called Sunday evening, and I'm thinking, oh - she wants to at least see how the shower went, that's nice of her. But nope. Didn't ask about the shower at all. Just wanted to see when we were bringing back the table we borrowed - and then got pissed when Jeremy said we wouldn't be making a special trip to bring it back (if they needed it for something, we would, but they don't, so it's a hassle to drag it all the way up there when we have no other reason to go up there.)
So those two things combined just made me done. I'm not inviting people to things anymore when they don't show up - and if they get hurt about not being invited I'm going to be honest - it's a waste of an invitation. And that goes for when the baby is born. My in laws won't know the c-section due date, and after having the baby I'll see when I feel up to having them over. If that means it's a week after the baby is born, so be it. I know a lot of people are like "but they're family, you can't do that" or "You're stooping to her level" but here's my thing: Yes, she's family. But she's not really acting like it when she's skipping out on family events simply because she doesn't feel like going or wants to exert her control or whatever. And if she was really excited about this pregnancy, she's only shown it when there's someone to show off too. She hasn't cared about the ultrasound pictures, she hasn't bought anything for the baby, she can't even be bothered to ask how things are going. And I don't see it as stooping to her level - I just don't want to be stressed out about her on a day that is supposed to be happy.
That's about it, pretty much. I have a doctors appointment Thursday and will let you all know how it goes then. Maybe I'll get a c-section date. I'm not excited about having it on the books, but I AM excited about having an end date in site :-)
I have reached my point, lol.
The good news is, since they want to schedule a c-section at 39 weeks, as of today I have 5 weeks left. 35 days. That's crazy, huh? Just a little over a month and we'll be a family of four, and I'll probably be complaining about being pooped on and lack of sleep. But honestly, I'm oh-so-excited to see Cayden with his little brother. And I'm excited to see this little guy so we can finally name him. I have several names that I like, but I just can't pick. We originally went back to the original of Elijah, but I told a few people and it just didn't feel right, so now I'm back to the wait and see.
So, 35 days and we're done. And maybe even less if this not so little one decides to come on his own - which I'm praying and will be doing everything in my power (that's safe!) to try to help him along (not now of course, I have at least 3 more weeks until he's full term, so just twiddling my thumbs until then!)
My baby shower was this weekend, and it sucked. My two friends that threw it did a really awesome job, had fabulous decorations, games planned, wonderful food. But out of the 15 people who rsvp'd yes? Only one showed up. And then another person who RSVP'd maybe showed. I had 2 people at my shower. And it just kind of hurts my feelings. I know - it's a second baby and so some people think a second shower is tacky, but if that was how they felt, why even bother to rsvp yes? I just think it's rude. My hostesses wasted their time and money getting ready for that many people, only to have two show. And I've only had one person explain to me why they weren't there, and that was another maybe. Nobody else has said anything to me.
My MIL struck again too. Jeremy called her to see if she wanted a ride to come to the shower - and she said no. So, no excuse, just didn't want to come. Then she called Sunday evening, and I'm thinking, oh - she wants to at least see how the shower went, that's nice of her. But nope. Didn't ask about the shower at all. Just wanted to see when we were bringing back the table we borrowed - and then got pissed when Jeremy said we wouldn't be making a special trip to bring it back (if they needed it for something, we would, but they don't, so it's a hassle to drag it all the way up there when we have no other reason to go up there.)
So those two things combined just made me done. I'm not inviting people to things anymore when they don't show up - and if they get hurt about not being invited I'm going to be honest - it's a waste of an invitation. And that goes for when the baby is born. My in laws won't know the c-section due date, and after having the baby I'll see when I feel up to having them over. If that means it's a week after the baby is born, so be it. I know a lot of people are like "but they're family, you can't do that" or "You're stooping to her level" but here's my thing: Yes, she's family. But she's not really acting like it when she's skipping out on family events simply because she doesn't feel like going or wants to exert her control or whatever. And if she was really excited about this pregnancy, she's only shown it when there's someone to show off too. She hasn't cared about the ultrasound pictures, she hasn't bought anything for the baby, she can't even be bothered to ask how things are going. And I don't see it as stooping to her level - I just don't want to be stressed out about her on a day that is supposed to be happy.
That's about it, pretty much. I have a doctors appointment Thursday and will let you all know how it goes then. Maybe I'll get a c-section date. I'm not excited about having it on the books, but I AM excited about having an end date in site :-)
Thursday, October 21, 2010
What do YOU think?
So we all know how well I get along with my MIL. Lately it's been coming to a head - I don't know if it's the pregnancy hormones or just enough being enough, or a combination of both, but I am D-O-N-E with her.
She's not coming to my baby shower. After this whole big show at Cayden's birthday party (my friend who's throwing the shower was the same one who let us borrow her house - so she was at the party obviously. When she asked MIL if she was coming to the shower, my MIL made this huge loud deal in front of everyone - "Oh I'm NANA, of COURSE I'll be there. I can't miss it because I'm NANA." Gag me with a spoon.) she's not coming. She blames my FIL and says that he forgot to request off work. And you know, maybe she's telling the truth. But that's the thing when you cry wolf so many times, nobody believes you when the real time comes. I just have my suspicions, and I know my FIL has requested off work with less time, and has just called off work for less reason. The shower is also pretty early in the afternoon, and he probably could arrange his schedule to work later.
But of course, that all would require effort on their part. So she's not into it.
It's really the straw that broke my back, I'm so fed-up it's not even funny. It's like, if you made that big of a deal about being there, you need to be there. It's just all about the show with her, and I just want to scream put up or shut up lady!
So, I decided that when we get a c-section date, I'm not telling them. Why should they get to be there? I don't want them there, they just stress me out, and I don't think that they even WANT to be there to see the baby - just to put on another "I'm the best Grandma in the world" show. I especially look at Cayden's birth and how that went down, and I just don't want it to be like that. Them showing up late and me being miserable and MIL snapping pictures of me and talking about how horrible I looked and laughing about it.
Jeremy is totally on board with not telling them an advance date. He only requests that if it IS a c-section and I am hospitalized, that they are allowed to visit in the hospital - but it can be the day after or even two days after if I want, which I think is fair.
My Mom, however, thinks this is HORRIBLE, and says I can't do this to them. Again, in my opinion, they did it to themselves. They've shown pretty much zero interest in this baby, unless it's to someone else and they can put on their act. And, I mean... Plenty of women go into labor spontainously and don't call people until it's over. Is there a difference?
My friend thinks that I should tell them but then let them know we're asking people to wait until we call to come to the hospital. She thinks that hiding a date from them will start trouble. My fear is though, that they won't listen and will show up when they feel like it (kinda like how at Cayden's birthday we told them not to show up till 12:30 and they called us at 11 and were around the corner.)
So. What would you do?
She's not coming to my baby shower. After this whole big show at Cayden's birthday party (my friend who's throwing the shower was the same one who let us borrow her house - so she was at the party obviously. When she asked MIL if she was coming to the shower, my MIL made this huge loud deal in front of everyone - "Oh I'm NANA, of COURSE I'll be there. I can't miss it because I'm NANA." Gag me with a spoon.) she's not coming. She blames my FIL and says that he forgot to request off work. And you know, maybe she's telling the truth. But that's the thing when you cry wolf so many times, nobody believes you when the real time comes. I just have my suspicions, and I know my FIL has requested off work with less time, and has just called off work for less reason. The shower is also pretty early in the afternoon, and he probably could arrange his schedule to work later.
But of course, that all would require effort on their part. So she's not into it.
It's really the straw that broke my back, I'm so fed-up it's not even funny. It's like, if you made that big of a deal about being there, you need to be there. It's just all about the show with her, and I just want to scream put up or shut up lady!
So, I decided that when we get a c-section date, I'm not telling them. Why should they get to be there? I don't want them there, they just stress me out, and I don't think that they even WANT to be there to see the baby - just to put on another "I'm the best Grandma in the world" show. I especially look at Cayden's birth and how that went down, and I just don't want it to be like that. Them showing up late and me being miserable and MIL snapping pictures of me and talking about how horrible I looked and laughing about it.
Jeremy is totally on board with not telling them an advance date. He only requests that if it IS a c-section and I am hospitalized, that they are allowed to visit in the hospital - but it can be the day after or even two days after if I want, which I think is fair.
My Mom, however, thinks this is HORRIBLE, and says I can't do this to them. Again, in my opinion, they did it to themselves. They've shown pretty much zero interest in this baby, unless it's to someone else and they can put on their act. And, I mean... Plenty of women go into labor spontainously and don't call people until it's over. Is there a difference?
My friend thinks that I should tell them but then let them know we're asking people to wait until we call to come to the hospital. She thinks that hiding a date from them will start trouble. My fear is though, that they won't listen and will show up when they feel like it (kinda like how at Cayden's birthday we told them not to show up till 12:30 and they called us at 11 and were around the corner.)
So. What would you do?
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Well, the results are in...
Funny story first - I walked into the room and they asked me why I hadn't found out the sex - if I didn't want to know or if they just hadn't been able to tell. I told them I had wanted to know, but they hadn't been able to tell. The tech said "This late in the game it's cramped so I don't know if I'll be able to tell, but if I see I'll let you know."
OK, that's fine, I wasn't really expecting much anyway. She put the wand on my belly and what's the first thing we see? A scrotum. Definately boy number two. It was just funny to me because the smaller they are they easier it's supposed to be to see, but of course, leave it to my child to fight it until the very end, and then when I've pretty much given up: BAM, there it is.
As for other things... Chances of my VBAC are low. Bummer, huh? Turns out all my ranting about how I knew this baby was small? Wrong. Very wrong. I know ultrasounds can be wrong, and I've heard many stories of women induced early because they'll be having big babies, only to have normal or small babies. However, even in the wide "range" they gave me, the smallest this baby is right now, is 4.5 lbs. I believe that from what the books say, the baby is growing .5 lbs until 36 weeks, and then a pound a week from there on out. Which means if I go to 40 weeks, I'm looking at a 10 lb baby. They also say that every baby you have gets bigger - Cayden was 8 lbs 10 oz at birth and came a week early. And they're actually estimating the baby to be 5 lbs 3 oz right now. So. A 10 lb baby doesn't seem too far fetched.
I wanted to fight it, but honestly I feel like the tech did a really good job measuring - she measured several times and rechecked her numbers and even gave me that range - she said the baby is between 4.5 and 6 lbs. I talked to my doctor and I thought I'd walk in and she'd demand a c-section - but she didn't. Which honestly shocked the crap out of me, because the way she's talked in the past has been pretty c-section pushing. We decided together that we'll schedule a section for 39 weeks. If I go into labor before then, they'll let me labor and try for my VBAC. But they won't induce me, and they won't let me go past 40 weeks, so I think this is a good compromise. I'll be trying a few Old Wives tales to get me going sooner - although I am a firm believer in the fact that if it's not your time to go into labor, you won't. But we'll see. I also forgot to ask if the doc would strip my membranes or if she would consider that inducement, but I'll be asking that at my next appointment. Obviously I won't be doing that or any other method of inducement for a few more weeks, but I just wanna have my ducks in a row.
Now for some pictures, because they FINALLY gave me some:
That's the "money shot" - they tell me it's a penis. Half the time in ultrasounds I have no idea what I'm looking at, but she seemed really sure. So I am too.
That's showing the baby's hair, which apparently he's got a ton of, the tech seemed impressed and just kept going "Wow."
This is the face, which I thought was super clear but everyone seems to be having a hard time seeing. The forehead is up on the right side and angled downwards, with the black spots being eyes, then the nose, then lips, and he's got a hand tucked under his chin.
Profile shot.
We got to see the baby practice breathing and I also got a shot of the baby with his eyes open, but I thought it looked kinda creepy, so I didn't post.
Here's a few pictures of big brother from his birthday that I kept promising to post and have been super lazy.
Those two were at the fire museum, because my son LOVES "mew-mews" (aka fire trucks)
Fixing his car.
Those were at his party. I thought the one with him and baby Kermit was especially cute - baby Kermit was on the floor by the door waiting to go and Cayden walked up to him on his own and playing with him so gently. Makes me super excited to see him with the new baby :-)
Next posting if I stop being lazy again I'll post pictures of our pumpkin adventures.
OK, that's fine, I wasn't really expecting much anyway. She put the wand on my belly and what's the first thing we see? A scrotum. Definately boy number two. It was just funny to me because the smaller they are they easier it's supposed to be to see, but of course, leave it to my child to fight it until the very end, and then when I've pretty much given up: BAM, there it is.
As for other things... Chances of my VBAC are low. Bummer, huh? Turns out all my ranting about how I knew this baby was small? Wrong. Very wrong. I know ultrasounds can be wrong, and I've heard many stories of women induced early because they'll be having big babies, only to have normal or small babies. However, even in the wide "range" they gave me, the smallest this baby is right now, is 4.5 lbs. I believe that from what the books say, the baby is growing .5 lbs until 36 weeks, and then a pound a week from there on out. Which means if I go to 40 weeks, I'm looking at a 10 lb baby. They also say that every baby you have gets bigger - Cayden was 8 lbs 10 oz at birth and came a week early. And they're actually estimating the baby to be 5 lbs 3 oz right now. So. A 10 lb baby doesn't seem too far fetched.
I wanted to fight it, but honestly I feel like the tech did a really good job measuring - she measured several times and rechecked her numbers and even gave me that range - she said the baby is between 4.5 and 6 lbs. I talked to my doctor and I thought I'd walk in and she'd demand a c-section - but she didn't. Which honestly shocked the crap out of me, because the way she's talked in the past has been pretty c-section pushing. We decided together that we'll schedule a section for 39 weeks. If I go into labor before then, they'll let me labor and try for my VBAC. But they won't induce me, and they won't let me go past 40 weeks, so I think this is a good compromise. I'll be trying a few Old Wives tales to get me going sooner - although I am a firm believer in the fact that if it's not your time to go into labor, you won't. But we'll see. I also forgot to ask if the doc would strip my membranes or if she would consider that inducement, but I'll be asking that at my next appointment. Obviously I won't be doing that or any other method of inducement for a few more weeks, but I just wanna have my ducks in a row.
Now for some pictures, because they FINALLY gave me some:
That's the "money shot" - they tell me it's a penis. Half the time in ultrasounds I have no idea what I'm looking at, but she seemed really sure. So I am too.
That's showing the baby's hair, which apparently he's got a ton of, the tech seemed impressed and just kept going "Wow."
This is the face, which I thought was super clear but everyone seems to be having a hard time seeing. The forehead is up on the right side and angled downwards, with the black spots being eyes, then the nose, then lips, and he's got a hand tucked under his chin.
Profile shot.
We got to see the baby practice breathing and I also got a shot of the baby with his eyes open, but I thought it looked kinda creepy, so I didn't post.
Here's a few pictures of big brother from his birthday that I kept promising to post and have been super lazy.
Those two were at the fire museum, because my son LOVES "mew-mews" (aka fire trucks)
Fixing his car.
Those were at his party. I thought the one with him and baby Kermit was especially cute - baby Kermit was on the floor by the door waiting to go and Cayden walked up to him on his own and playing with him so gently. Makes me super excited to see him with the new baby :-)
Next posting if I stop being lazy again I'll post pictures of our pumpkin adventures.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Should be sleeping stead of keeping these late hours I've been keeping
I wasn't going to post until tomorrow, because until tomorrow I really have nothing of importance to say. Well, actually, technically it's not tomorrow anymore - technically since it's past midnight I wasn't going to post until later today. But here I am, because once again, I can't sleep, and what else is there to do? I've been watching re-runs of the nanny, playing solitaire on my phone while laying next to my sleeping husband, but then got heartburn and decided to sit up for a little while.
So here I am.
This week hasn't been a great week. It hasn't really been bad either, just... So-so. Normal, I guess. Work has been busy and I'm swamped and really am starting to think they're expecting too much of me. I could do all the work they want me to do, but I need to be there more in order to get in done in the time frame they want. Filing, which was supposed to be my main job, has taken a backseat because other things keep getting thrown at me. Don't get me wrong, it's not difficult, and I still love it there, but it does get a little frustrating because I feel like I'm falling behind and letting people down, as well as working my tail off to get little to no progress done - I just need more time there. My friend who brought me in is about to switch over there full time, and she's expressed wanting to bring me on full time. I waiver back and forth about that. I miss Cayden when I'm gone, and I'm only there for 2.5 hours a day. Still, I appreciate him more, I feel like I'm more patient with him, and I WANT to spend more time with him. Plus, Jeremy's still only working temp work, and they told him not to come in three days this week. We're lucky since we're living with my Mom right now and that means essentially no bills, but we're trying to save for when the baby comes so he can take some time off - which we'll NEED if I have my c-section. So having something steady would be really nice.
I don't know, we'll what happens.
A couple weeks ago Cayden slammed his finger in the door and today lost a nail because of it. It's honestly his first "major" injury and honestly it disgusts me. Now that the nail is totally off, it's not so bad, but earlier it was hanging on, and he was trying to feed me something, and I just imagined accidentally biting the nail and thought I was going to throw up. I feel bad for him too because I know it hurts, and there's not a whole lot I can do. Now that the nail is off it actually doesn't seem to be bugging him as much. Hopefully it grows back quickly.
Other than that, I'm just ready for it to be next week. This weekend is our only free weekend in October - we were going to go to the Pumpkin Patch but we did that last week, so we have nothing this weekend, although I'm sure we'll do something. It's just nice to not have plans. Tomorrow is my ultrasound, which I'm happy for, but also nervous about... I don't want my doctor to refuse my VBAC without even giving me a chance to VBAC. But I am curious to see baby's position and growth and see him again, so that's exciting. After I have a doctors appointment which I am NOT looking forward too. They just always take FOREVER. It's crazy to think though that I have 2 more bi-weeklys left and then we're on to weeklys. That's really going to blow.
Next week however, Cayden has his doctors appointment and then we go to the pumpkin show, and then that weekend we have a birthday party and my baby shower. I'm really excited about my shower, though I know it's going to be really small, I'm OK with that. I just really want to celebrate the baby. Plus, I've been nesting like crazy and really wanting to go out and buy things for the baby - and we don't really have a ton left to buy. So, I keep telling myself to wait until after the shower to see what we may get and then shop.
Alright. For someone who had nothing to say, I sure did say a lot. I'm off to try to go to sleep again. Well, I'll probably pee first.
Oh, PS: I posted this on the other blog, which I assume you all read, but if you don't, our computer has been screwy lately. My husband has worked a bunch on it: Installed things, uninstalled things, run a bunch of virus scans, ect. but nothing is working. He thinks the computer just may be old and done. So if I go MIA, that's probably the reason. I will try to get on through my phone and update if that happens though!
So here I am.
This week hasn't been a great week. It hasn't really been bad either, just... So-so. Normal, I guess. Work has been busy and I'm swamped and really am starting to think they're expecting too much of me. I could do all the work they want me to do, but I need to be there more in order to get in done in the time frame they want. Filing, which was supposed to be my main job, has taken a backseat because other things keep getting thrown at me. Don't get me wrong, it's not difficult, and I still love it there, but it does get a little frustrating because I feel like I'm falling behind and letting people down, as well as working my tail off to get little to no progress done - I just need more time there. My friend who brought me in is about to switch over there full time, and she's expressed wanting to bring me on full time. I waiver back and forth about that. I miss Cayden when I'm gone, and I'm only there for 2.5 hours a day. Still, I appreciate him more, I feel like I'm more patient with him, and I WANT to spend more time with him. Plus, Jeremy's still only working temp work, and they told him not to come in three days this week. We're lucky since we're living with my Mom right now and that means essentially no bills, but we're trying to save for when the baby comes so he can take some time off - which we'll NEED if I have my c-section. So having something steady would be really nice.
I don't know, we'll what happens.
A couple weeks ago Cayden slammed his finger in the door and today lost a nail because of it. It's honestly his first "major" injury and honestly it disgusts me. Now that the nail is totally off, it's not so bad, but earlier it was hanging on, and he was trying to feed me something, and I just imagined accidentally biting the nail and thought I was going to throw up. I feel bad for him too because I know it hurts, and there's not a whole lot I can do. Now that the nail is off it actually doesn't seem to be bugging him as much. Hopefully it grows back quickly.
Other than that, I'm just ready for it to be next week. This weekend is our only free weekend in October - we were going to go to the Pumpkin Patch but we did that last week, so we have nothing this weekend, although I'm sure we'll do something. It's just nice to not have plans. Tomorrow is my ultrasound, which I'm happy for, but also nervous about... I don't want my doctor to refuse my VBAC without even giving me a chance to VBAC. But I am curious to see baby's position and growth and see him again, so that's exciting. After I have a doctors appointment which I am NOT looking forward too. They just always take FOREVER. It's crazy to think though that I have 2 more bi-weeklys left and then we're on to weeklys. That's really going to blow.
Next week however, Cayden has his doctors appointment and then we go to the pumpkin show, and then that weekend we have a birthday party and my baby shower. I'm really excited about my shower, though I know it's going to be really small, I'm OK with that. I just really want to celebrate the baby. Plus, I've been nesting like crazy and really wanting to go out and buy things for the baby - and we don't really have a ton left to buy. So, I keep telling myself to wait until after the shower to see what we may get and then shop.
Alright. For someone who had nothing to say, I sure did say a lot. I'm off to try to go to sleep again. Well, I'll probably pee first.
Oh, PS: I posted this on the other blog, which I assume you all read, but if you don't, our computer has been screwy lately. My husband has worked a bunch on it: Installed things, uninstalled things, run a bunch of virus scans, ect. but nothing is working. He thinks the computer just may be old and done. So if I go MIA, that's probably the reason. I will try to get on through my phone and update if that happens though!
Friday, October 8, 2010
Life makes me sleepy
I've been slacking on posting. It's just that I have nothing to say - not a whole lot is going on except for complaints really. Well, not even a whole lot of complaining going on. I'm tired, that stinks but it's not horrible. I'm starting to get sore, but it's not nearly as bad as I was with my first - and that pregnancy started being uncomfortable at around 20 weeks, so I'm just happy that I've made it thus far with pretty much no problems.
I hate my doctor, butttt there's not much I can do about that, because I can't really switch doctors. And I don't even really hate her, I just... Don't like her. I get the feeling she's so new at this doctoring thing that she's going by the book because she doesn't have any experience doing things any other way, and that makes me nervous. I don't, the last visit we had was VERY frustrating. First of all, I waited an hour and forty five minutes before she came in to see me. And, I get it - they're doctors and are busy, so I expect this to happen every once in awhile, but it seems I never get out of there under an hour - and that's if I'm lucky. The majority of it is just waiting. I've said it before - I don't understand how it's OK to tell me that if I'm more than 10 minutes late to my appointment, it will be canceled and I will be billed for it, and if it happens more than 3 times I'll be released from the practice, BUT they can let me sit in a room for over an hour, and I'm just supposed to wait?
Anyway, the day before I had felt kind of crampy, had what I thought were a few contractions, and just felt off. I didn't feel off enough to go into the ER, but off enough that I wanted to mention it to her. However, when I went into her office, I was pretty sure that all the cramps/contractions/off-ness feeling was most likely the baby moving into a different position - my husband commented that my stomach looked smaller, I physically felt different, the baby was kicking in different spots, and when she went to find the heartbeat, it was in a different spot than it had been my whole pregnancy.
However, she still wanted to order a NST for me. She wanted me to go RIGHT THEN and have it done. I had my son with my who was literally on the floor throwing a fit. If I had thought something was wrong with the baby? I wouldn't have hesitated. But I really felt like everything was fine - again, I think she was just trying to go by the book.
Anyway, there was a mix up and the front desk person thought she wanted me to schedule a NST - when really she wanted me to go upstairs to labor and delivery to have one done. I didn't correct her, and since it was late Friday afternoon, they couldn't get me in till Monday. Monday rolls around and I'm sick with his horrible cold, so I call and cancel. Then, to cover my ass if my doctor ask me why I didn't reschedule, I called today to see if they even wanted me to reschedule. Movements, again, have been consistant, and I have an ultrasound (which I don't want, but whatever) and a doctors appointment next Friday.
The nurse was kind of rude, which they always are, which is another reason I'm not a fan of my office, and told me to just wait till the ultrasound because she couldn't get me in for a NST before my ultrasound anyway. Fine with me. But then I had another question about some shoulder pain I was having - I'm pretty sure it's no big deal, but I of course, made the mistake of googling shoulder pain in pregnancy, and it can be some pretty scary things, so I wanted to mention it to her ro see if she thought it was serious.
"Well, we can discuss that at your next appointment." And again, in not such a nice voice.
OK, so while I'm happy she didn't demand me coming into labor and delivery to get checked out (as some phone nurses will do - have you come in over NOTHING.) I still would have liked her to be a little more reassuring. "Oh, it's probably nothing, but if you experience x,y, and z, make sure you come in or call us back." would have been nice.
I dunno, no offense to any nurses out there, because my Mom is one, and I know how hard y'all bust your asses, and how little credit you get, but EVERY phone nurse I've ever come into contact with is a major bitch. I dunno if maybe it's because they're busy and have the added duty of answering phone calls as well, but seriously, you don't have to be mean about it. It happens ALL the time at my son's pediatrician's office.
Anyway, so that's pretty much my biggest frustration right now. I dread going to doctors appointments, and I dread it even more because soon I'll be going weekly. I am semi-excited for my ultrasound. It'll be neat to see how big Sprout is, and if he's head down and ready for the world. Plus, even though I know it's not likely, I'm hoping that MAYBE he'll flash the goods and we'll get a confirm that he's really a he. But I also don't want it because I don't want them to estimate him on the large side and then try to say I can't try for my VBAC. But, I really don't feel like like he is large, so... Maybe it'll end up working out in my favor? Keep your fingers crossed please.
We're almost to the end, and that makes me happy. I'm ready to see the new baby with Cayden, I'm ready to hold him, andddd I'm ready for him to just be here. However, we still don't have a name. which makes me SUPER nervous, but a lot of people told me it may just be that we have to see him to know him. We shall see.
My baby shower is on the 24th, and I'm excited for that, and excited for October to be over, because then we have one month left, and November is pretty much empty of things to do, with the exception of Thanksgiving and my cousin's wedding, so I'm going to RELAX.
I hate my doctor, butttt there's not much I can do about that, because I can't really switch doctors. And I don't even really hate her, I just... Don't like her. I get the feeling she's so new at this doctoring thing that she's going by the book because she doesn't have any experience doing things any other way, and that makes me nervous. I don't, the last visit we had was VERY frustrating. First of all, I waited an hour and forty five minutes before she came in to see me. And, I get it - they're doctors and are busy, so I expect this to happen every once in awhile, but it seems I never get out of there under an hour - and that's if I'm lucky. The majority of it is just waiting. I've said it before - I don't understand how it's OK to tell me that if I'm more than 10 minutes late to my appointment, it will be canceled and I will be billed for it, and if it happens more than 3 times I'll be released from the practice, BUT they can let me sit in a room for over an hour, and I'm just supposed to wait?
Anyway, the day before I had felt kind of crampy, had what I thought were a few contractions, and just felt off. I didn't feel off enough to go into the ER, but off enough that I wanted to mention it to her. However, when I went into her office, I was pretty sure that all the cramps/contractions/off-ness feeling was most likely the baby moving into a different position - my husband commented that my stomach looked smaller, I physically felt different, the baby was kicking in different spots, and when she went to find the heartbeat, it was in a different spot than it had been my whole pregnancy.
However, she still wanted to order a NST for me. She wanted me to go RIGHT THEN and have it done. I had my son with my who was literally on the floor throwing a fit. If I had thought something was wrong with the baby? I wouldn't have hesitated. But I really felt like everything was fine - again, I think she was just trying to go by the book.
Anyway, there was a mix up and the front desk person thought she wanted me to schedule a NST - when really she wanted me to go upstairs to labor and delivery to have one done. I didn't correct her, and since it was late Friday afternoon, they couldn't get me in till Monday. Monday rolls around and I'm sick with his horrible cold, so I call and cancel. Then, to cover my ass if my doctor ask me why I didn't reschedule, I called today to see if they even wanted me to reschedule. Movements, again, have been consistant, and I have an ultrasound (which I don't want, but whatever) and a doctors appointment next Friday.
The nurse was kind of rude, which they always are, which is another reason I'm not a fan of my office, and told me to just wait till the ultrasound because she couldn't get me in for a NST before my ultrasound anyway. Fine with me. But then I had another question about some shoulder pain I was having - I'm pretty sure it's no big deal, but I of course, made the mistake of googling shoulder pain in pregnancy, and it can be some pretty scary things, so I wanted to mention it to her ro see if she thought it was serious.
"Well, we can discuss that at your next appointment." And again, in not such a nice voice.
OK, so while I'm happy she didn't demand me coming into labor and delivery to get checked out (as some phone nurses will do - have you come in over NOTHING.) I still would have liked her to be a little more reassuring. "Oh, it's probably nothing, but if you experience x,y, and z, make sure you come in or call us back." would have been nice.
I dunno, no offense to any nurses out there, because my Mom is one, and I know how hard y'all bust your asses, and how little credit you get, but EVERY phone nurse I've ever come into contact with is a major bitch. I dunno if maybe it's because they're busy and have the added duty of answering phone calls as well, but seriously, you don't have to be mean about it. It happens ALL the time at my son's pediatrician's office.
Anyway, so that's pretty much my biggest frustration right now. I dread going to doctors appointments, and I dread it even more because soon I'll be going weekly. I am semi-excited for my ultrasound. It'll be neat to see how big Sprout is, and if he's head down and ready for the world. Plus, even though I know it's not likely, I'm hoping that MAYBE he'll flash the goods and we'll get a confirm that he's really a he. But I also don't want it because I don't want them to estimate him on the large side and then try to say I can't try for my VBAC. But, I really don't feel like like he is large, so... Maybe it'll end up working out in my favor? Keep your fingers crossed please.
We're almost to the end, and that makes me happy. I'm ready to see the new baby with Cayden, I'm ready to hold him, andddd I'm ready for him to just be here. However, we still don't have a name. which makes me SUPER nervous, but a lot of people told me it may just be that we have to see him to know him. We shall see.
My baby shower is on the 24th, and I'm excited for that, and excited for October to be over, because then we have one month left, and November is pretty much empty of things to do, with the exception of Thanksgiving and my cousin's wedding, so I'm going to RELAX.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Have I mentioned my I hate my MIL?
It's been a hectic week.
Late Wednesday night/early Thursday morning something started feeling a little off about the baby. I was a little crampy, had what I thought might be a few contractions, and some pressure. I thought about calling the doctor, but nothing felt bad, just... Different. The contractions didn't keep up and in fact stopped when I switched positions so I knew they weren't "real". I had an appointment the next day and decided just to talk to my doctor about it then.
Well, my husband was going to take a half day off (since we're down to one car, he kind of had too.) but then it turned into a full day because... Well, he had to work Saturday so it'd be made up for then, and just because. And it's a good thing he ended up going with me to my appointment, because they kept me waiting for an hour and a freaking half.
I was livid. Cayden was bored out of his skull, and tired, because he fell asleep in the car for 10 minutes and then refused to take the rest of his nap. It was just ridiculous.
Then they decided because of the things that had happened the previous day, they wanted me to go for a non-stress test right THEN. Uh, do you not see my child laying on the floor throwing a fit? I mean honestly if I thought something was wrong, I would have gone. But at that point, I was pretty sure that the baby had either moved positions or dropped - which was kind of confirmed when she found his heart beat in a totally different spot than she normally does.
Anyway, I went out to schedule my next appointment and they couldn't get me in for a NST then, so I'm supposed to go back Monday. I'm going to call and cancel because I'm sick (which I really am) and then just not re-schedule. Again, if I thought something was wrong, I would go. But I feel continuous movement, which is what they're going to measure me for, and I have an ultrasound next week anyway. So. No thanks.
Anyway, on top of all this, I start to feel a little under the weather. My nose is a little runny, my throat's a little gummy - a cold. Not GREAT, but I can handle a little cold, right?
Friday night I'm so exhausted and feeling so crappy I crash at 8 PM, and only because I forced myself to stay up that late. Wake up Saturday morning feeling like death warmed over. Can't stop coughing, throat is KILLING me, it's horrible.
I still have it, but it's not nearly as bad, and while I would like to spend the day in bed, I can function with it, which is good, because spending the day in bed is not an option when you have a two year old. Especially a two year old with a birthday party.
His birthday party was really fun, and EVERYONE showed up - which I was NOT expecting. I told my friend (who's house we held it at) that I honestly was only expecting 20 people - I was like "Yeah I got a lot of RSVP's, but I always do, and only half of them show."
Well, everyone showed this time, lol. It was crazy, but fun, and I think Cayden had a good time.
My MIL, however, needs to go to Church and burst into flames. I'm so over her, and really I have a feeling that shit between us is soon going to come to a head, because I can't even stand to be in the same room as her without feeling angry.
I didn't hear any of this, but my friend Shayne (who's house I was throwing the party at) overheard - and Shayne is not one to make mountains out of molehills, so I know she isn't just trying to create drama.
I guess it started when Cayden was opening presents. My cousin ended up getting Cayden the same hoodie that they got Cayden. My cousin didn't know this, and we didn't tell her, because... Well, I dunno, I feel like it's a little rude to be like "oh, he has that." I mean, she did tell me where she got it from, so I just planned on taking it back - she didn't need to know.
I guess my MIL got an attitude like "We got him that" and was all huffy. Which, isn't a big deal, but it's still like... Really lady? It's not like she did it on purpose - she doesn't even know you. Then someone else got us this folding playset which they have at their house, and again, I guess she got really worked up, and even told my husband three times that they already had it. Which, we knew that they did. And we kept telling her - it doesn't matter, because they keep that toy at their house and we don't have one at ours. She got the same snippy attitude when she found out that I had bought him a construction playset that she had - but again, she doesn't let us take his toys home, so why does it matter?
The part that really pissed me off is I was telling someone about the toy we got Cayden for his birthday. I dunno if I told you guys, it's a Fisher Price Wheelies Rampway. I told my MIL about 7 billion times NOT to buy it - and even showed her pictures - because *WE* we were buying it for him.
Well. She went out and bought it. And I hit the roof I was so mad - but Jeremy made her return it (even though she tried to give us the "I drove all over town" guilt trip)
Anyway, Cayden's rampway was a toy that was involved in the 10 bajillion toys that Fisher Price just recalled. Super, right? I JUST gave it to him, and now I have to take away the cars and send them off for replacements and it's going to take 8-12 weeks AFTER they recieve the cars.
So I was telling someone about the recall at the party, and how if we had kept the box, I would have just returned the toy to the store and then bought a new one - because not ALL the sets were involved in the recall (but of course, we ended up with the set that was, lol.)
Anyway, I guess she was going off to my FIL about how it was my fault, and how she told me she bought that toy for him, and if I would have just let her keep it none of it wouldn't have happened, and blah, blah, blah.
THAT pissed me off. I know, I know, it's so dumb, but it's like... I TOLD you that's what I was getting him, I TOLD you not to buy it, it's not my fault you're an idiot and can't remember, and the stupid recall was not my fault, and the set she bought him might have been involved as well, so it might not even matter.
I dunno, reading what I typed now, I'm kind of like... What's the big deal. It's just that the woman BUGS me. She doesn't even have to say anything anymore, just being around her BOTHERS me. She's just so fake, and I can't STAND it and want to call her out EVERY time I see her.
Like my friend invited her to my baby shower, and she put on the whole "I'm an awesome Grandma who can't wait till this baby arrives" act. And THAT peeves me off, because it's like... If we don't call you and schedule plans? You NEVER see Cayden. You haven't offered to buy this new baby anything or help out in ANY way, except to buy a pack and play for YOUR house which the baby will never use...
She's just so selfish, and it gets to me so badly, because I just wasn't raised by selfish people, and I'm really not used to being around them.
She makes me want to scream.
Late Wednesday night/early Thursday morning something started feeling a little off about the baby. I was a little crampy, had what I thought might be a few contractions, and some pressure. I thought about calling the doctor, but nothing felt bad, just... Different. The contractions didn't keep up and in fact stopped when I switched positions so I knew they weren't "real". I had an appointment the next day and decided just to talk to my doctor about it then.
Well, my husband was going to take a half day off (since we're down to one car, he kind of had too.) but then it turned into a full day because... Well, he had to work Saturday so it'd be made up for then, and just because. And it's a good thing he ended up going with me to my appointment, because they kept me waiting for an hour and a freaking half.
I was livid. Cayden was bored out of his skull, and tired, because he fell asleep in the car for 10 minutes and then refused to take the rest of his nap. It was just ridiculous.
Then they decided because of the things that had happened the previous day, they wanted me to go for a non-stress test right THEN. Uh, do you not see my child laying on the floor throwing a fit? I mean honestly if I thought something was wrong, I would have gone. But at that point, I was pretty sure that the baby had either moved positions or dropped - which was kind of confirmed when she found his heart beat in a totally different spot than she normally does.
Anyway, I went out to schedule my next appointment and they couldn't get me in for a NST then, so I'm supposed to go back Monday. I'm going to call and cancel because I'm sick (which I really am) and then just not re-schedule. Again, if I thought something was wrong, I would go. But I feel continuous movement, which is what they're going to measure me for, and I have an ultrasound next week anyway. So. No thanks.
Anyway, on top of all this, I start to feel a little under the weather. My nose is a little runny, my throat's a little gummy - a cold. Not GREAT, but I can handle a little cold, right?
Friday night I'm so exhausted and feeling so crappy I crash at 8 PM, and only because I forced myself to stay up that late. Wake up Saturday morning feeling like death warmed over. Can't stop coughing, throat is KILLING me, it's horrible.
I still have it, but it's not nearly as bad, and while I would like to spend the day in bed, I can function with it, which is good, because spending the day in bed is not an option when you have a two year old. Especially a two year old with a birthday party.
His birthday party was really fun, and EVERYONE showed up - which I was NOT expecting. I told my friend (who's house we held it at) that I honestly was only expecting 20 people - I was like "Yeah I got a lot of RSVP's, but I always do, and only half of them show."
Well, everyone showed this time, lol. It was crazy, but fun, and I think Cayden had a good time.
My MIL, however, needs to go to Church and burst into flames. I'm so over her, and really I have a feeling that shit between us is soon going to come to a head, because I can't even stand to be in the same room as her without feeling angry.
I didn't hear any of this, but my friend Shayne (who's house I was throwing the party at) overheard - and Shayne is not one to make mountains out of molehills, so I know she isn't just trying to create drama.
I guess it started when Cayden was opening presents. My cousin ended up getting Cayden the same hoodie that they got Cayden. My cousin didn't know this, and we didn't tell her, because... Well, I dunno, I feel like it's a little rude to be like "oh, he has that." I mean, she did tell me where she got it from, so I just planned on taking it back - she didn't need to know.
I guess my MIL got an attitude like "We got him that" and was all huffy. Which, isn't a big deal, but it's still like... Really lady? It's not like she did it on purpose - she doesn't even know you. Then someone else got us this folding playset which they have at their house, and again, I guess she got really worked up, and even told my husband three times that they already had it. Which, we knew that they did. And we kept telling her - it doesn't matter, because they keep that toy at their house and we don't have one at ours. She got the same snippy attitude when she found out that I had bought him a construction playset that she had - but again, she doesn't let us take his toys home, so why does it matter?
The part that really pissed me off is I was telling someone about the toy we got Cayden for his birthday. I dunno if I told you guys, it's a Fisher Price Wheelies Rampway. I told my MIL about 7 billion times NOT to buy it - and even showed her pictures - because *WE* we were buying it for him.
Well. She went out and bought it. And I hit the roof I was so mad - but Jeremy made her return it (even though she tried to give us the "I drove all over town" guilt trip)
Anyway, Cayden's rampway was a toy that was involved in the 10 bajillion toys that Fisher Price just recalled. Super, right? I JUST gave it to him, and now I have to take away the cars and send them off for replacements and it's going to take 8-12 weeks AFTER they recieve the cars.
So I was telling someone about the recall at the party, and how if we had kept the box, I would have just returned the toy to the store and then bought a new one - because not ALL the sets were involved in the recall (but of course, we ended up with the set that was, lol.)
Anyway, I guess she was going off to my FIL about how it was my fault, and how she told me she bought that toy for him, and if I would have just let her keep it none of it wouldn't have happened, and blah, blah, blah.
THAT pissed me off. I know, I know, it's so dumb, but it's like... I TOLD you that's what I was getting him, I TOLD you not to buy it, it's not my fault you're an idiot and can't remember, and the stupid recall was not my fault, and the set she bought him might have been involved as well, so it might not even matter.
I dunno, reading what I typed now, I'm kind of like... What's the big deal. It's just that the woman BUGS me. She doesn't even have to say anything anymore, just being around her BOTHERS me. She's just so fake, and I can't STAND it and want to call her out EVERY time I see her.
Like my friend invited her to my baby shower, and she put on the whole "I'm an awesome Grandma who can't wait till this baby arrives" act. And THAT peeves me off, because it's like... If we don't call you and schedule plans? You NEVER see Cayden. You haven't offered to buy this new baby anything or help out in ANY way, except to buy a pack and play for YOUR house which the baby will never use...
She's just so selfish, and it gets to me so badly, because I just wasn't raised by selfish people, and I'm really not used to being around them.
She makes me want to scream.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Quick update
Been a little MIA - sorry bout that. Things have been hectic trying to get ready for Cayden's birthday and his party. And, I'm either starving or tired - I feel like I eat every hour and I'm starting to worry about weight gain. I've done well this whole pregnancy, I keep trying to tell myself that this is when the baby needs the extra calories, but it's hard. I could also be making better food choices when I eat, but I'm not, so that part's my fault.
Cayden's actual birthday went pretty well. I'll post pictures after his party so that everything is up at once. We took him in the morning to the Fire Museum, which he LOVED because he loves firetrucks, and then we took a nap and went out to dinner. Dinner was nice, but my MIL didn't show. She claimed to be "sick" which - anyone who knows my MIL stories knows this is her MO with things. On the one hand, I don't care. We had a REALLY nice dinner without her. On the other hand though, I'm like... Really? It's your Grandson's birthday and you're pulling this crap? The only people she's hurting are herself and her grandchild. I know she wasn't sick because on the way home she asked for my FIL to stop and get her Mexican. A.) If you've been vomiting all day, who the hell wants to eat mexican food? Rice - maybe. But I want something easy on my stomach, and Mexican is not. B.) If you've been throwing up all day, why are you going to go and spend 15 bucks on a meal that you most likely will puke back up anyway? It is a waste.
Whatever. The only other snag in the day was an almost snag - we ordered a cake for Cayden's birthday last week. We were supposed to pick it up Tuesday at 1. Cayden and I laid down for a nap, Jer went to go get the cake. Guess what? The guy who took the order never PLACED the order.
Luckily the person who was there offered to whip up a cake really fast - which was really nice, but I'm just kind of peeved that the order wasn't placed. I'm just glad we didn't go ahead and pay for it, because they probably would have made us pay again.
Anyway, I'm tired, and still hungry, lol, and I need to pull out all of Cayden's clothes to get rid of the ones that are out of season/don't fit. I promise, once this week is over you'll get a longer post and pictures of the festivities.
Cayden's actual birthday went pretty well. I'll post pictures after his party so that everything is up at once. We took him in the morning to the Fire Museum, which he LOVED because he loves firetrucks, and then we took a nap and went out to dinner. Dinner was nice, but my MIL didn't show. She claimed to be "sick" which - anyone who knows my MIL stories knows this is her MO with things. On the one hand, I don't care. We had a REALLY nice dinner without her. On the other hand though, I'm like... Really? It's your Grandson's birthday and you're pulling this crap? The only people she's hurting are herself and her grandchild. I know she wasn't sick because on the way home she asked for my FIL to stop and get her Mexican. A.) If you've been vomiting all day, who the hell wants to eat mexican food? Rice - maybe. But I want something easy on my stomach, and Mexican is not. B.) If you've been throwing up all day, why are you going to go and spend 15 bucks on a meal that you most likely will puke back up anyway? It is a waste.
Whatever. The only other snag in the day was an almost snag - we ordered a cake for Cayden's birthday last week. We were supposed to pick it up Tuesday at 1. Cayden and I laid down for a nap, Jer went to go get the cake. Guess what? The guy who took the order never PLACED the order.
Luckily the person who was there offered to whip up a cake really fast - which was really nice, but I'm just kind of peeved that the order wasn't placed. I'm just glad we didn't go ahead and pay for it, because they probably would have made us pay again.
Anyway, I'm tired, and still hungry, lol, and I need to pull out all of Cayden's clothes to get rid of the ones that are out of season/don't fit. I promise, once this week is over you'll get a longer post and pictures of the festivities.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn't.
My son is almost two. In a little over two months, I will have another baby, and we'll start this whole thing over again.
There are days when I ask myself WHY I wanted to do it all over again - it may sound horrible but I think every parent has them. Sometimes they have nothing to do with how my son is acting... Like the other night when he woke up screaming because somehow his diaper came off and he had wet himself and his bed majorly. He was so upset that I couldn't put him down in order to change his sheets or get him new pajamas. I was really surprised that my husband or my Mother didn't wake up. Anyway, it was just a sucky situation where I didn't know what to do - and it being the middle of the night I was tired. I couldn't help but think "what happens when there's another one waking me up at night? What happens when that one starts crying at the same time as this one? Who do I mother first? How do I mother both?"
Sometimes, my son is bad. Please don't be like my Mom and say that he's not bad. He is. I get it, he's 2, most of the time he doesn't know better. Sometimes, he does. Either way, it still doesn't matter - if anything it's MORE frustrating when he DOESN'T know better.
I digress - my point is, there are some days that ANY parent can attest too, where I have to ask myself WHY I want to add to the madness. Why I want to increase my stress and my workload. What the hell made me think this was a good idea?
But then there are those moments... When my son tells me he loves me. Or he kisses my belly and says "baby" without being prompted. Or even when he does something "bad" but it's one of those things where it's so hilarious you just can't get angry at him for doing it. When he comes and sits on my lap to watch TV. There are days when he learns new things and shares them with me out of the blue, and once again I'm amazed at how smart and complex this little being is... And maybe they don't always happen when they should or how often they should, but maybe because of that I want to do it all over again. Maybe it could be considered being selfish. But, I love my son so very much, and all I want is another one to share that with. Like a vacation you loved, I want to go back year after year, and when I have moments like that, I can't help but wonder how people ever STOP having children. It suddenly changes from "how am I going to handle two" to "how am I going to handle it when I know we're done having children?"
I love the quote I used above because it's so true. I've said it many times before - motherhood is such a push and pull. Yes, I want to see who my son becomes, yes I love watching him learn new things and grow, but I don't want him to grow up. I don't want him to become a big boy, and while I'm always excited when he learns something new... I also have to cry a little inside. Because it seems like yesterday he needed me for EVERYTHING. He couldn't walk, talk, or even sit up on his own. Hell, he couldn't even hold his own bottle. And all I did was blink, and look at him.
There are days when I ask myself WHY I wanted to do it all over again - it may sound horrible but I think every parent has them. Sometimes they have nothing to do with how my son is acting... Like the other night when he woke up screaming because somehow his diaper came off and he had wet himself and his bed majorly. He was so upset that I couldn't put him down in order to change his sheets or get him new pajamas. I was really surprised that my husband or my Mother didn't wake up. Anyway, it was just a sucky situation where I didn't know what to do - and it being the middle of the night I was tired. I couldn't help but think "what happens when there's another one waking me up at night? What happens when that one starts crying at the same time as this one? Who do I mother first? How do I mother both?"
Sometimes, my son is bad. Please don't be like my Mom and say that he's not bad. He is. I get it, he's 2, most of the time he doesn't know better. Sometimes, he does. Either way, it still doesn't matter - if anything it's MORE frustrating when he DOESN'T know better.
I digress - my point is, there are some days that ANY parent can attest too, where I have to ask myself WHY I want to add to the madness. Why I want to increase my stress and my workload. What the hell made me think this was a good idea?
But then there are those moments... When my son tells me he loves me. Or he kisses my belly and says "baby" without being prompted. Or even when he does something "bad" but it's one of those things where it's so hilarious you just can't get angry at him for doing it. When he comes and sits on my lap to watch TV. There are days when he learns new things and shares them with me out of the blue, and once again I'm amazed at how smart and complex this little being is... And maybe they don't always happen when they should or how often they should, but maybe because of that I want to do it all over again. Maybe it could be considered being selfish. But, I love my son so very much, and all I want is another one to share that with. Like a vacation you loved, I want to go back year after year, and when I have moments like that, I can't help but wonder how people ever STOP having children. It suddenly changes from "how am I going to handle two" to "how am I going to handle it when I know we're done having children?"
I love the quote I used above because it's so true. I've said it many times before - motherhood is such a push and pull. Yes, I want to see who my son becomes, yes I love watching him learn new things and grow, but I don't want him to grow up. I don't want him to become a big boy, and while I'm always excited when he learns something new... I also have to cry a little inside. Because it seems like yesterday he needed me for EVERYTHING. He couldn't walk, talk, or even sit up on his own. Hell, he couldn't even hold his own bottle. And all I did was blink, and look at him.
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