Its funny how one single day can be filled with highs and lows. First off, we are all ok. Don't want to start off scary here. October/November is always this weirdly dreaded time for me because its the anniversary of my father's death. I was a pinch over 4 months pregnant with Sylvia when he died in them middle of the night on November 1. He had been battling cancer for a year and a month. Treatments were all going really well, it was slow growing tumors and he was responding well to chemo (an annoying pack he had to wear 3 straight weeks on, 1 week off). But he was stubborn and didn't tell anyone of an painful internal infection he had been secretly battling. Therefore, no one could help him and it inevitable led to a sudden passing in the middle of the night. I was grateful for certain things that came with his death: he didn't have to suffer in a hospital for months, he died "quickly" which I can only hope equates to "peacefully," and lastly, I really took the time in his last year to accept our relationship and took every opportunity to be around for special occasions, make constant phone calls specific to him, and be at peace with our past. My father was an alcoholic from the dawn of my time, and it led to lots of resentment and anger from me from age 5 to about 20. I still think I need to attend some Al-Anon meetings to really come to full acceptance of my relationship with my alcoholic father, but that's another entry...
Negative things resulting from the premature death of my father (he was only 53) was he was much too young, he never got to meet Sylvia (or know I was having a girl, though he did know I was pregnant), and not really dealing with his death until the hormonally inappropriate time of postpartum. I miss him and talk about him with Sylvia, though talking about someone she will never actually meet is a bit tricky when involving a toddler. But I feel it's important to keep the memory of someone as close as you know how. People who pray and visit grave sites can probably relate to the same connectivity, I simply do it by showing photos and mentioning him like he loves her as much as her Meemaw (my mom) does. At least it makes ME feel better.
Sp the day began great. We went to Zoomagination at the zoo (a free, awesome toddler-friendly
area filled with clean toys and staff that WANT to play with your kid). Then I went solo to my
ob for my every 2 week blah and blah. That's when the day turned, well, sour.
==insert funny drumroll icon here===
I got put on bed rest.
Shit.
As Heather put it to me earlier, how the fuck are you going to deal with bed rest?! And all I can say is shit, I dunno. I don't know. I have a 2.5 year old. My muscles are already atrophying from the "taking it easy" shit my doc told me a month ago. I need to build some sort of stamina in order to get this man outta me! Plus she's talking an early induction because if bed rest doesn't help, the only cure is delivery. At least the room is done.
My carpal tunnel is only allowing me to knit in 5 minute increments. And we have been so good about allowing little to zero tv time. I am stubborn, have a hard time accepting help, and am a busy-body. Trust me, I can be lazy. But it sure gets boring fast. And all I can do in my "rest" time is remember all the things I have to get done.
It's gonna be a long end-stretch here. Thank God Sylvia is really into puzzles right now. We can stretch that activity to almost 30 minutes. What about the other several waking hours in a day??!!
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Oliver!
Oliver David A. was born this morning at 4:20. No, not by me. By my friend Clare (Sophia's mommy). She was my only preggers friend and now I am flying the rest of my pregnancy solo (unless there is news anyone out there needs to share...). Driving out to the hospital where Syl was born (and soon her brother) was very surreal. Shit, it makes it so real! I know, the big belly makes it real also. But holding this brand new human, who is cuter than cuteness, is what I'll be doing again shortly enough. Bizarre.
Anyway, congrats Clare, Eric, and big sister Sophia!
If I fail to post regularly (or comment on your lovely blogs) it is only because I have PCs and have successfully thrown mine out the window, only to be replaced by a very expensive (but will be much loved) Mac.
Anyway, congrats Clare, Eric, and big sister Sophia!
If I fail to post regularly (or comment on your lovely blogs) it is only because I have PCs and have successfully thrown mine out the window, only to be replaced by a very expensive (but will be much loved) Mac.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Bad Computer, Bad
Just got a text from my friend Clare...her water just broke and she is headed for the hospital. We have daughters born 2 months apart and we are both having boys that'll be 2 months apart. Weird. Also a strange reality check that in a mere 8 weeks (or so) I will be texting her with the same message. Eeek!
Our computer has been on the fritz lately and we are debating whether to splurge on a mac. Because that is what we do right before having the added expense of another kid: we buy things we can't afford. Maybe we'll give the economy the boost it needs. Or maybe we just won't put a bathtub in our bathroom when we finally start the renovation process. This could've began this weekend, but no, we were too busy doing nothing and making Sylvia's costume (finally). P.S. if you happen to run into my child on Halloween, please make sure to tell her she looks like a pirate, not a gypsy biker, which is what the costume turned out to look like. Oh well, all told it only cost $6 to make.
Our computer has been on the fritz lately and we are debating whether to splurge on a mac. Because that is what we do right before having the added expense of another kid: we buy things we can't afford. Maybe we'll give the economy the boost it needs. Or maybe we just won't put a bathtub in our bathroom when we finally start the renovation process. This could've began this weekend, but no, we were too busy doing nothing and making Sylvia's costume (finally). P.S. if you happen to run into my child on Halloween, please make sure to tell her she looks like a pirate, not a gypsy biker, which is what the costume turned out to look like. Oh well, all told it only cost $6 to make.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Totally Spoiled
Dave had had the past 4 days in a row off. What's truly amazing is that today, he didn't receive 1 work-related phone call. I took full advantage of his time. We cleaned the house like maniacs in preparation for my Usborne book party yesterday (only to get destroyed in minutes by 9 young kids running around, but to be expected. At least I knew that the crawling babies would be given a fair chance at fur-free adventure seeking). And today, I dropped him and Syl off at the Parents as Teachers morning at the Magic House. I peacefully shopped at Hobby Lobby and T.J.Maxx ALONE. Ahhhh, refreshing. I was planning on rushing back to meet them and play. But instead, I savored the time at the stores and sat in the parking lot chatting on my cell phone. It was the best morning ever. We also got invited to a last minute bday party that provided us with dinner and tons of babies, toddlers, and big kids. Sylvia played outside for almost 3 hours and we adults got to actually talk. It was a really pleasant day.
So pleasant, that Dave and I decided that he is going to take off for his paternity leave earlier than planned. My blood pressure is again on the rise and my doctor is threatening bed rest. Regardless, my body is already feeling the tired burden of this second pregnancy and toddler chasing, so it'll be a nice addition to have him around to help. I hope we can handle each other for that long! He works at a non-profit, so he gets "comp time." He has so much time built up, he will actually be taking 2 months off work (jealous?) and only going in on a need-be basis. It makes up for totally crap pay and big health care deductibles. But when it comes time to having babies, it is soooooo nice to have him around. When Syl was born, he took 5 weeks off. When he was about to return to work, he had to teach me how to use the car seat. I never had to do it myself. Now, I was doing the highly time consuming job of constantly breastfeeding, so it never really equals out. But still, it was a nice luxury.
On a totally different tip, I just watched a show on Discover Health about free birthing. Women/families are deciding to totally forgo any medical assistance and birthing at home. I'm talking no midwife, no doula, no post pardum checkups, nothing. I know, women have been doing this since the dawn of time, but it was really interesting to watch. One mom birthed with her husband in total silence. From labor beginning, it took only 2 hours and she said it was painless. Amazing.
So pleasant, that Dave and I decided that he is going to take off for his paternity leave earlier than planned. My blood pressure is again on the rise and my doctor is threatening bed rest. Regardless, my body is already feeling the tired burden of this second pregnancy and toddler chasing, so it'll be a nice addition to have him around to help. I hope we can handle each other for that long! He works at a non-profit, so he gets "comp time." He has so much time built up, he will actually be taking 2 months off work (jealous?) and only going in on a need-be basis. It makes up for totally crap pay and big health care deductibles. But when it comes time to having babies, it is soooooo nice to have him around. When Syl was born, he took 5 weeks off. When he was about to return to work, he had to teach me how to use the car seat. I never had to do it myself. Now, I was doing the highly time consuming job of constantly breastfeeding, so it never really equals out. But still, it was a nice luxury.
On a totally different tip, I just watched a show on Discover Health about free birthing. Women/families are deciding to totally forgo any medical assistance and birthing at home. I'm talking no midwife, no doula, no post pardum checkups, nothing. I know, women have been doing this since the dawn of time, but it was really interesting to watch. One mom birthed with her husband in total silence. From labor beginning, it took only 2 hours and she said it was painless. Amazing.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Cutest Costume Ever that I Wish I Could Win
Oh my god, if I won this, Sylvia would be the most awesomest dressed for Halloween. Plus, I wouldn't have to make her costume, which I've yet to begin. Cross fingers!
Friday, October 17, 2008
Everyone else is doing it
As follows a million blogs this past 2 weeks, here are our obligatory pumpkin patch pics. I've been putting off going until I thought Dave could come, but there was never a good opportunity. Last year, we went to Belleville, but this year I took Syl to the Millstadt Eckert's. It's a bit more countryish than the Belleville, and this one had pig races. Yes, you heard me. It was all the rage with the youngins, the pigs even came equipped with famous swine-infused names (Hannah Swinetannah, clever). I could actually hear her squealing with delight over the school-aged children. It definitely beat the mini-tantrum she through in the middle of the pumpkin patch when she saw the tractor driving away from us and had fears of being left in the middle of nowheresville with miles of pumpkins surrounding us. Go figure.
Go pigs, go!
I'd have to say it was a difficult trip to pull off. Dave had to work, and I really wanted to save money and self-pick our pumpkins. Not an easy task with a 35lb. toddler and a big belly. So the pumpkins sat in the stroller, while my poor 2.5 year old walked. She's way too attached to being pushed around in that thing. Apparently they have huge carts, which would've been perfect, but other moms got the idea before me and they were all out.
We were the only ones riding our tractor to pick apples and pumpkins. I don't know if you're supposed to, but Syl couldn't hold out for her token fuji. It is our favorite apple. And they are oh so delicious right off the tree, as most fresh fruit probably is. It was slim pickings,probably due to all the other family trips to the farm lately. But we managed just fine. Syl kept wanting the rotten ones on the ground, such the sympathetic one.
Will the tractor ever come back to save us???!!!
Last year.
The final special car ride home treat. That damn thing was bigger than her head!! But it kept her awake for the ride home so that mama could nap with her!!
Go pigs, go!
I'd have to say it was a difficult trip to pull off. Dave had to work, and I really wanted to save money and self-pick our pumpkins. Not an easy task with a 35lb. toddler and a big belly. So the pumpkins sat in the stroller, while my poor 2.5 year old walked. She's way too attached to being pushed around in that thing. Apparently they have huge carts, which would've been perfect, but other moms got the idea before me and they were all out.
We were the only ones riding our tractor to pick apples and pumpkins. I don't know if you're supposed to, but Syl couldn't hold out for her token fuji. It is our favorite apple. And they are oh so delicious right off the tree, as most fresh fruit probably is. It was slim pickings,probably due to all the other family trips to the farm lately. But we managed just fine. Syl kept wanting the rotten ones on the ground, such the sympathetic one.
Will the tractor ever come back to save us???!!!
Last year.
The final special car ride home treat. That damn thing was bigger than her head!! But it kept her awake for the ride home so that mama could nap with her!!
Thursday, October 16, 2008
So Poor
So I applied to defer my student loans for a year. I had to do it after I had Sylvia, not only because I didn't work for the first 18 months of her life, but because I'm not responsible enough to have the foresight to save money aside while pregnant and working. My student loan is one of those bills that I really don't mind paying. I know, I'm crazy. Mainly because I got into my consolidation way before the rates went nuts, so it's only at 3%. That's way better than any credit card, car payment, mortgage, ect. So I know times get tight when it's the one bill I just can't pay. Though Dave never minds covering it, we just don't have that much wiggle room now. We are about to remodel both our bathrooms and pop out our second child (maybe simultaneously).
You know times are tough when almost every car on our street got/was attempted to be broken into 2 nights ago. Luckily, the robbers weren't in a very window breaking mood, so we were spared. But our neighbor's car got ransacked for the visible change totally under $.50. Bummer.
I've known I was pregnant since the beginning of April, yet I continued to live like I was working full-time, kid-free, and making my ob-gyn's wages. Now that the crunch is upon me, I'm feeling a bit ashamed of my unpreparedness. But I have a roof over my head, a car, and somewhat of my sanity. Therefore, life could be harder, for sure. But damn, I really wanted this election to be about something way more political (like, how awesome is it going to be to have an African American as president??!!) than pure economics (which I read is now the top priority for all voting Americans, hmmmm). The good news? Some friends of ours decided to throw a kid/family friendly election night party at their new house. How this all relates to one another is why this is my blog. It doesn't have to make sense.
You know times are tough when almost every car on our street got/was attempted to be broken into 2 nights ago. Luckily, the robbers weren't in a very window breaking mood, so we were spared. But our neighbor's car got ransacked for the visible change totally under $.50. Bummer.
I've known I was pregnant since the beginning of April, yet I continued to live like I was working full-time, kid-free, and making my ob-gyn's wages. Now that the crunch is upon me, I'm feeling a bit ashamed of my unpreparedness. But I have a roof over my head, a car, and somewhat of my sanity. Therefore, life could be harder, for sure. But damn, I really wanted this election to be about something way more political (like, how awesome is it going to be to have an African American as president??!!) than pure economics (which I read is now the top priority for all voting Americans, hmmmm). The good news? Some friends of ours decided to throw a kid/family friendly election night party at their new house. How this all relates to one another is why this is my blog. It doesn't have to make sense.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
30 Weeks
I can't believe I have less than 10 weeks left of this pregnancy. I guess you could say that it has officially "kicked in" and the fear is encompassing my entire life. Syl and I went to the zoo today and it dawned on me that this will be one of the last visits with just us 2. I can see it now, Syl wanting her every 5 minute snack, while baby boy wants his (i.e. my boob). My mantra for today is "I planned this, this is what we wanted, be happy and quit freaking."
At my appt today, I had lost 2 lbs in 2 weeks and my blood pressure is rising. Which, coincidentally, is the exact time it started to rise with Syl. I had to cut work down to 20 hours a week and start seeing the dr. every week for pee tests and blood pressure checks. Then, it was kind of fun. I got to know my dr. and all the nurses very well. But then I didn't have a 2.5 year old to contend with. She asked me if it were possible to go on bed rest if need be. I scoffed, then had a quick dream of me sitting by the beach, waves crashing, belly glowing from all the basking.
Ha, bed rest. I've been going on daily walks, as prescribed by her 2 weeks ago due to my weight "spike" but now she's telling me to take it easy. I guess such is that the unpredictability that is pregnancy.
But back to second baby fears, I have aplenty. With Syl, my fears were solely based on the birthing process. Would it hurt? Could I do it? Holy shit what did I get my self into? You know, the usual. This time, all my thoughts are focused on the aftermath. Will I get postpartum? What do you do with a boy? Will he live up to the enormous standard Syl already set in place? Will Syl feel left out? How will I maintain any sort of sanity (oh, I forgot...alcohol). I can't get these thoughts out of my head all day long. I know the love multiplies, I've heard it doesn't divide. But what if I'm like that special case? What if I don't feel as attached to my son as I do my first-born? Ugh, hormones are such a bitch!
People have been having multiple babies forever, I'm not the first. I'm just feeling strangely isolated lately, and the hormonal shifts really don't help. I've found myself envious of parents with 1 kid at the playground, and that's just plain silly. Sometimes I question why we decided to go for 2, as if a family of 3 wasn't enough! Things are close to perfect, and my fear is that I'm shifting the balance and the weight is bound to topple. I'm sure these are normal pre-2nd baby fears. New mantra shall be "I can do this, it has been done." Not meaning to be deep, just needing to reassure myself that everything will be ok.
Sylvia. age 29 months. self portrait
At my appt today, I had lost 2 lbs in 2 weeks and my blood pressure is rising. Which, coincidentally, is the exact time it started to rise with Syl. I had to cut work down to 20 hours a week and start seeing the dr. every week for pee tests and blood pressure checks. Then, it was kind of fun. I got to know my dr. and all the nurses very well. But then I didn't have a 2.5 year old to contend with. She asked me if it were possible to go on bed rest if need be. I scoffed, then had a quick dream of me sitting by the beach, waves crashing, belly glowing from all the basking.
Ha, bed rest. I've been going on daily walks, as prescribed by her 2 weeks ago due to my weight "spike" but now she's telling me to take it easy. I guess such is that the unpredictability that is pregnancy.
But back to second baby fears, I have aplenty. With Syl, my fears were solely based on the birthing process. Would it hurt? Could I do it? Holy shit what did I get my self into? You know, the usual. This time, all my thoughts are focused on the aftermath. Will I get postpartum? What do you do with a boy? Will he live up to the enormous standard Syl already set in place? Will Syl feel left out? How will I maintain any sort of sanity (oh, I forgot...alcohol). I can't get these thoughts out of my head all day long. I know the love multiplies, I've heard it doesn't divide. But what if I'm like that special case? What if I don't feel as attached to my son as I do my first-born? Ugh, hormones are such a bitch!
People have been having multiple babies forever, I'm not the first. I'm just feeling strangely isolated lately, and the hormonal shifts really don't help. I've found myself envious of parents with 1 kid at the playground, and that's just plain silly. Sometimes I question why we decided to go for 2, as if a family of 3 wasn't enough! Things are close to perfect, and my fear is that I'm shifting the balance and the weight is bound to topple. I'm sure these are normal pre-2nd baby fears. New mantra shall be "I can do this, it has been done." Not meaning to be deep, just needing to reassure myself that everything will be ok.
Sylvia. age 29 months. self portrait
Friday, October 10, 2008
Home Skool
Syl and I were at the playground this morning when I bumped into Dawn, a friend of a close friend. She has a 6 year old and a 14 month old and is a home schooling mom. Their Tower Grove group meets there with the kids every Friday morning. I got to talking with the parents and again, the question arose as to whether or not we will home school (my mom keeps nagging me about this, ironically enough). It's interesting being around a group of parents who are h.s., and to answer that I'm unsure, she's only 2, do I have to make a decision now? I'm used to parents of the more "traditional" schooling route, as we are even considering preschools now. I don't want to judge other people's decisions, because I don't have a decision and no decision seems 100% perfect anyway. Plus judging is bad, oh so bad. Part of me feels torn between letting my firstborn go off to spend 8+ hours with someone I don't know, in the city of crap schools, to learn things I don't have control over (am I a freak or what?). Another part of me feels like I was public schooled, and I turned out great! The whole school experience is about learning from others, becoming independent from your parents, socializing, and giving mommy a gddamn break! I guess being around these parents made it seem totally doable, almost to the point that I feel like this is what we're already doing. But I also don't want Syl to be deprived of the experiences that occur at school, with routine, discipline, friends, sports (ha!), ect.
Opinions?
Opinions?
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
My Bold and My Beautiful
One positive that has come out of the weirdness of gymboree class is Sylvia's new braveness (well, and her new found love for bouncing on everything). Though I am thankful for her cautious side, I sometimes wonder why she has such fear for such a young person. But I don't make it a big deal, because I know that'll make it an issue. I appreciate the fact that she never runs off, she always has to have me in her view, and she holds my hand when trying anything new. She has rarely fallen and hurt herself (knocking on wood right now) like most toddlers. No, mine prefers to sit on her bed and read her books. But lately, since her attending the classes often and playing freely, her safety net has changed. And I, all big and preggers, am not always so quick to jump up and catch her. She can now do a somersault (on a cushy surface) and is climbing tall formations at playgrounds (just like the 15 month old boys have been doing for a while now).
To get to the point, we were at the Gardens feeding the koi fish when we stumbled upon the sheep sculptures. Syl has never wanted to even get out of her stroller near them, for a presumed fear they may eat her shirt like the Grant's Farm goats, I guess. So I was totally shocked when she ran towards them (yelling RAM!RAM!) and jumped right on top of the biggest run. Maybe it was her companion, Cheer Bear, that gave her some courage. Or maybe her new found bravery is showing her what is truly feels like to be a 2 year old.
The other photo is of her and her friend Ava. They play well together, though Ava is over 4 now. They are just at the right age for sharing (Ava giving in, usually) and pretend play (Ava pretending and Sylvia following her every move).
To get to the point, we were at the Gardens feeding the koi fish when we stumbled upon the sheep sculptures. Syl has never wanted to even get out of her stroller near them, for a presumed fear they may eat her shirt like the Grant's Farm goats, I guess. So I was totally shocked when she ran towards them (yelling RAM!RAM!) and jumped right on top of the biggest run. Maybe it was her companion, Cheer Bear, that gave her some courage. Or maybe her new found bravery is showing her what is truly feels like to be a 2 year old.
The other photo is of her and her friend Ava. They play well together, though Ava is over 4 now. They are just at the right age for sharing (Ava giving in, usually) and pretend play (Ava pretending and Sylvia following her every move).
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
Worst Sleep Ever
As I was laying wide awake last night, in the midst of a crazed/alert toddler at 3 am-ish, I was actually mentally formatting this entry. Pretty sad, hugh? I would've gotten up and blogged at that hour, but I was at my mom's house and, as stated, my daughter was also wide awake.
It all started with a last minute trip to Springfield so Syl could visit with her beloved cousins, one which is just now walking, so cute. She napped in the car (a mere 40 minute nap) and I didn't tell her where we were going. When I asked her to guess, she kept saying a 'huge playground,' how disappointing. Anyway, she was totally stoked when we arrived and my nephew was greeting her from the porch. SO we hung out, when for a super-pregnant lady bike ride to the park, and chilled with the family. The problems began when my almost 6 year old nephew decided he was sick and needed to go to bed at 5:30 pm. Syl and I had to entertain ourselves while he slept for 3 hours! I thought he was down for the night, but just as we were getting home from a walk, he awoke hyper as all get out. Of course, this puts our evening at 8:30, Syl's bedtime. The kids were running amok, having a grand time, so I let the bedtime go out the window. Another mistake of the evening. When we finally settled into bed around 9:30, Syl seemed like she was going to pass out. You know, running amok, a mere 40 minute nap, ect... But no, she didn't fall asleep till after 10:30. That's the latest she's stayed up since her pre-toddler days.
Well, let's just say that was the beginning of the longest night of my life. After maybe an hour of sleep, Syl started in with her night terrors, flailing, random singing/clapping, mayhem for the evening. At one point, I counted 15 seconds in between her body twitches, meaning I was getting 15 second bursts of sleep before being slapped by a fist, kicked, or laughed at (yes, the crazo laughs in her sleep). Finally, after, becoming so totally frustrated that I picked her up and moved her to the farthest possible end of the bed, and me switching to the opposite sleeping direction, I realized she was wide awake. After 2++ hours of coercing, she was still awake. I was crying, she was crying, I was demanding her to close her eyes and go to sleep (which p.s., doesn't work), she was wanting to gab. Finally, oh finally, we both drifted off. I think I got a total of 4 hours of sleep, completely broken up and very light.
To top of the trip of all trips, she took a 15 minute nap in the car driving home. After this enraged me, I took her in her bed and insisted we nap together. Well, we slept over 2 hours, till almost 3pm. I believe this will contribute to another night of pleasant slumber.
It all started with a last minute trip to Springfield so Syl could visit with her beloved cousins, one which is just now walking, so cute. She napped in the car (a mere 40 minute nap) and I didn't tell her where we were going. When I asked her to guess, she kept saying a 'huge playground,' how disappointing. Anyway, she was totally stoked when we arrived and my nephew was greeting her from the porch. SO we hung out, when for a super-pregnant lady bike ride to the park, and chilled with the family. The problems began when my almost 6 year old nephew decided he was sick and needed to go to bed at 5:30 pm. Syl and I had to entertain ourselves while he slept for 3 hours! I thought he was down for the night, but just as we were getting home from a walk, he awoke hyper as all get out. Of course, this puts our evening at 8:30, Syl's bedtime. The kids were running amok, having a grand time, so I let the bedtime go out the window. Another mistake of the evening. When we finally settled into bed around 9:30, Syl seemed like she was going to pass out. You know, running amok, a mere 40 minute nap, ect... But no, she didn't fall asleep till after 10:30. That's the latest she's stayed up since her pre-toddler days.
Well, let's just say that was the beginning of the longest night of my life. After maybe an hour of sleep, Syl started in with her night terrors, flailing, random singing/clapping, mayhem for the evening. At one point, I counted 15 seconds in between her body twitches, meaning I was getting 15 second bursts of sleep before being slapped by a fist, kicked, or laughed at (yes, the crazo laughs in her sleep). Finally, after, becoming so totally frustrated that I picked her up and moved her to the farthest possible end of the bed, and me switching to the opposite sleeping direction, I realized she was wide awake. After 2++ hours of coercing, she was still awake. I was crying, she was crying, I was demanding her to close her eyes and go to sleep (which p.s., doesn't work), she was wanting to gab. Finally, oh finally, we both drifted off. I think I got a total of 4 hours of sleep, completely broken up and very light.
To top of the trip of all trips, she took a 15 minute nap in the car driving home. After this enraged me, I took her in her bed and insisted we nap together. Well, we slept over 2 hours, till almost 3pm. I believe this will contribute to another night of pleasant slumber.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
7 months and counting
Today was my (belated) 7 month ob appt. Of course, I had the entire family in tow so we were very late, but that problem is easily fixed by making all my next round of appts in late afternoon, when Dave will be home, so I may go childless. Because from here on, its every 2 weeks, then in 6 weeks, its every week. Eeeks! That means, the end is drawing near and I am officially freakin. Well, in addition, I had, as my doc put it, a "significant spike" in my weight gain this past month. Ooops. I'm a scary 8 lbs away from the weight I was when I delivered Syl. But I started this pregnancy around 8 lbs above where I was pre-Syl, so lets just say we're cutting it close. But what can I do? Ok, maybe I should put those peanut butter m&ms away, but they are so damn good. And normally, I never allow myself to eat a doughnut. But they are so good too. Those are much more infrequent than the m&ms, but they are both only making me, and probably baby, fatter. I figure that this is my last pregnancy, so lets go out with a bang, right? Are ya with me? Ahh, I know you're not here to judge. And if you are, its why we're friends.
After the appt, we all trekked on over to Syl's gymboree class in Webster. I sat on my butt (probably another reason for the weight gain) while Dave experienced the mayhem that is an actual class. At the end, I decided to participate in the closing song when, while stupidly throwing my 35 lb toddler in the air (yes, we weighed her today, and I believe she'd gained 2 lbs in sympathy weight) and threw my back out. Well, its probably not technically thrown out, but there is some pinchy painful issue occurring and I've been laid up ever since. Sitting on my exercise ball or flat on my back is all that doesn't create excruciating pain, but even those activities hurt. I'm sure the lack of movement will only help contribute to the final poundage. Great.
Besides those complaints, baby is growing well. I'm measuring 3 days ahead, which hopefully will equal out to a birthday before my birthday. Yes, we totally planned it. I was all, wouldn't it be awesome to torture another soul by making their bday right before xmas, just like I had to deal with my entire life? Isn't is great feeling like it is MY fault when I was born by friends and AND family my whole life, so great, that I want that feeling to passed on? December is the birth month of a lifelong harassment, but what can I say. I tried to conceive for an October birth month, and my eggs were all f**k you, we don't run on YOUR clock lady.
In other non-baby related news, I am officially done working. Long story, don't really feel like going there, but my job from here on is mom only (well, till the baby comes, then its full-time drinker). I can say that it is a relief to not have to worry about my water breaking on some 13 year old Jewish kids foot, but that would've made for a rather humorous blog entry, don't ya think?
After the appt, we all trekked on over to Syl's gymboree class in Webster. I sat on my butt (probably another reason for the weight gain) while Dave experienced the mayhem that is an actual class. At the end, I decided to participate in the closing song when, while stupidly throwing my 35 lb toddler in the air (yes, we weighed her today, and I believe she'd gained 2 lbs in sympathy weight) and threw my back out. Well, its probably not technically thrown out, but there is some pinchy painful issue occurring and I've been laid up ever since. Sitting on my exercise ball or flat on my back is all that doesn't create excruciating pain, but even those activities hurt. I'm sure the lack of movement will only help contribute to the final poundage. Great.
Besides those complaints, baby is growing well. I'm measuring 3 days ahead, which hopefully will equal out to a birthday before my birthday. Yes, we totally planned it. I was all, wouldn't it be awesome to torture another soul by making their bday right before xmas, just like I had to deal with my entire life? Isn't is great feeling like it is MY fault when I was born by friends and AND family my whole life, so great, that I want that feeling to passed on? December is the birth month of a lifelong harassment, but what can I say. I tried to conceive for an October birth month, and my eggs were all f**k you, we don't run on YOUR clock lady.
In other non-baby related news, I am officially done working. Long story, don't really feel like going there, but my job from here on is mom only (well, till the baby comes, then its full-time drinker). I can say that it is a relief to not have to worry about my water breaking on some 13 year old Jewish kids foot, but that would've made for a rather humorous blog entry, don't ya think?
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