It's been a fabulous week. Honestly. I have been under a lot of stress lately, with court looming over my head and a 3 hour glucose test to take, my thyroid is off and we had some things to straighten out with health insurance to insure that my pregnancy and delivery were going to be covered. Lots of money threatening to be owed and very little I could do except submit paperwork . . and wait. . . and have blood work done, which if you know anything about me means tears.
Insurance is taken care of and the glucose test is tomorrow... (insert groaning and shuttering here). Court though was my most feared and dreaded part of all this stress. To simplify- VCU was suing me for a semester of classes that I did not attend. I attempted to withdraw from the classes and somewhere along the line paperwork was not filed properly. VCU states that it was my responsibility, I argued that I did my part. Unfortunately the e-mails needed to prove that were deleted from their system and unrecoverable, so I had to do my best to provide enough evidence for a judge to agree with me. It was tough, and I cried alot, and I yelled at my husband a few times. The whole process started almost a year ago. In September I won the original case, Commonwealth of Virginia decided to appeal and drag me through months of more paperwork, emails, calls and drives to Richmond, but the date was today. After several months of panic attacks and lost sleep I have won.
After all was said and done a grand total of almost $14,000 was at stake. I was so relieved to simply have this trial over, having shook the entire time and felt like I was going to hurl all over the witnesses, that I was crying before it registered to me that I had actually won. I shook hands with the attorney and walked out of the room with tears streaming down my face. I have learned a very valuable lesson though. Never ever ever trust that something is taken care of by word of someone without keeping proof when your butt and salary are on the line.
So far this week we have received some good news on the part of my little sister, who as most of you know was recently paralyzed from the waist down during a surgery on her back. She has made a few minor improvements, and at this point any and all improvements are considered a huge step and a great sign that one day she may recover from this. I know so many of you have been keeping her in your prayers and I am tremendously grateful to each of you for your support. I believe that she will carry on with her life, and that this speed bump will not stop her from whatever she puts her stubborn mind to.
While driving north on Wednesday (the day I had Ian take off work because I THOUGHT that was the day of court, luckily he caught my error at 11 pm Tuesday) the rear wheel bearing blew on Ian. Just over $500 later we can pick the car up tomorrow. They had to replace the whole spindle and he was very lucky to not have wrecked our car as it jerked him across the lane on 95. I am thankful that he is safe, and also that he was the driver that day and not me. Being a service technician his field requires that he drive a lot. Driving all over VA and MD daily he was able to handle the car and pull into a shop. He did still receive great news that day, but that is news I will let him share.
Overall, despite a few small rearrangements in plans, I am a much less stressed person this evening. With any grace I will be receiving good news on the Glucose test and since I already received confirmation on the insurance that we are good to go I can finally stop stressing about so many other things and get ready to have this baby. Maybe now I can stop dreaming (or having nightmares) about court and blood work and diabetic menus and instead dream about more fun things, like vacations, and what Porter will look like and yummy food. mmmmm I should Pinterest some goodies.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Saturday, February 23, 2013
One of those days.
Maybe it's because they are 2 and 3. Maybe it's because I am in my third trimester and they are aware that a baby is about to forever infringe on Mommy Territory. Maybe it's because Ian has been working late so often, leaving me with little alone time. It could possibly just be me. Whatever the reason, my kids are driving me nuts.
They are so stinkin' cute. They are sweet and they want to snuggle... and fight and scream and tell me no, and tear down every toy they own, and not eat whatever it is that I make them, and touch me NON STOP. I obviously woke up on the wrong side of the bed, that aside, I also woke up with a notification from my pregnancy app informing me that I have approximately 10 weeks left before Porter makes his debut, and that my uterus is larger than a basketball at this point. As if I didn't already know that since I have not seen my feet in about 12 weeks, which is cool since they are swollen and achy and I can't reach them to paint my toes anyways. Not to mention those averages are geared towards first time mothers, and this is not my first rodeo, making mine what.. the size of the universe?
Don't get me wrong. I am much happier being a stay at home mom than I would be going to work, and I would never ever trade places with a working mom. Respect to those of you who do it, but it's not for me. Sometimes though it's the stay at home part that gets to you. You are all couped up in your house (which, with it being winter and not getting as much air through it, sometimes smells stale.. or terrible- something that stands out to you when you have the smelling capacity of a hound dog) and you can either do 2 things some days... Go crazy trying to keep it clean with animals and children running and screaming and knocking things over and shedding.. OR .. Sit and stare at the mess that you are going to have to waddle around to clean up. It's truly an attractive sight. The waddling I mean.
It's amazing how much space a 2 and a half pound baby inside of you can take up, and how much energy is needed to handle normal tasks, like putting on your own shoes, so I switched to my purple slippers. Don't care if they match, don't care that they are obviously hard soled slippers. They go on with little effort and my feet are going to swell while I walk anyways, so what's it matter.
Oh yeah.. Back to the kids I already birthed--- Seriously, what language do I have to speak for them to understand that I don't always want to be touched by sticky fingers and kissed with snotty noses . . Or, in Ellie's case, That the kitchen floor is not a proper place to drop a deuce. WHO DOES THAT?!?! It's like I am raising monkeys some days. I have no idea how they get into some of the things they reach. Without trying to sound paranoid, I some days legitimately think they wake up with a plan to break me down.
And then there's the dog. She has been so much better lately. (Notice the lack of Reha inspired blogs lately) She is starting to listen, and I don't have to lock her away every time I have company. Aside from some trash, and cat food cans the only thing she has even destroyed lately are some food bowls. . . I guess that deserves some clarification. She broke the middle out of her ceramic dog bowl. A full year and she decides it was time for a new one. Rather than running to the store to buy one we started using a metal mixing bowl, whose sole purpose before Reha's meal delivery was Ian's cereal bowl. This was decided after she shredded two separate tupperware containers. This idiot dog put a hole in it. How is this possible you ask? Great question, we would like to know the same. She has already chipped both of her K9's, we assume on the grate of the dog cage, but I am not positive on that. So with only two chipped teeth (and by chipped I mean half the tooth is missing) how did she manage it? Also, how did she demolish several unopened cans of cat food? Ate right through them and licked the food out, resulting in some awful smelling gas on her part I might add.
Today, of all days, the day that I have been fighting off panic that I have such little time to accomplish a mile and half long list of things I want done BEFORE Porter comes, Reha decides to escape out the back door while I am in the tub. Thankfully she is dumb and always goes to the same places, and all my neighbors know she belongs here. Two of my neighbors come to return her and I am forced to open the door in a bath towel. Fabulous.Then I discovered she ate the rest of my chili cheese dog before escaping. I sincerely hope it burns her hind end on the way out.
In an effort to show my day some sort of mercy, my sister (who spent the evening in the emergency room with some breathing difficulties and a terrible chest cold) took both of my children to the store to get her prescriptions filled. What do they do? Of course they both fall asleep, which means they will want to stay awake extra late tonight and I have already contemplated locking them in their rooms... and watching something with a half naked Channing Tatum. . what am I talking about Channing Tatum doesn't even own an entire outfit.. He relishes showing off his rock hard abs. . and tonight I shall enjoy every moment of it.
Rather than wallowing in my own stress I have decided to Thank God for a few things. . like chocolate, drive thru pharmacies, steam cleaners, Gold Canyon Candles (seriously amazing. A million times better than Yankee Candles, and I have a friend who sells them if you don't believe me), and being able to buy a second vehicle this week.
On that note, I am on my way to raid the freezer, and I hope everyone else had a better day than I.
They are so stinkin' cute. They are sweet and they want to snuggle... and fight and scream and tell me no, and tear down every toy they own, and not eat whatever it is that I make them, and touch me NON STOP. I obviously woke up on the wrong side of the bed, that aside, I also woke up with a notification from my pregnancy app informing me that I have approximately 10 weeks left before Porter makes his debut, and that my uterus is larger than a basketball at this point. As if I didn't already know that since I have not seen my feet in about 12 weeks, which is cool since they are swollen and achy and I can't reach them to paint my toes anyways. Not to mention those averages are geared towards first time mothers, and this is not my first rodeo, making mine what.. the size of the universe?
Don't get me wrong. I am much happier being a stay at home mom than I would be going to work, and I would never ever trade places with a working mom. Respect to those of you who do it, but it's not for me. Sometimes though it's the stay at home part that gets to you. You are all couped up in your house (which, with it being winter and not getting as much air through it, sometimes smells stale.. or terrible- something that stands out to you when you have the smelling capacity of a hound dog) and you can either do 2 things some days... Go crazy trying to keep it clean with animals and children running and screaming and knocking things over and shedding.. OR .. Sit and stare at the mess that you are going to have to waddle around to clean up. It's truly an attractive sight. The waddling I mean.
It's amazing how much space a 2 and a half pound baby inside of you can take up, and how much energy is needed to handle normal tasks, like putting on your own shoes, so I switched to my purple slippers. Don't care if they match, don't care that they are obviously hard soled slippers. They go on with little effort and my feet are going to swell while I walk anyways, so what's it matter.
Oh yeah.. Back to the kids I already birthed--- Seriously, what language do I have to speak for them to understand that I don't always want to be touched by sticky fingers and kissed with snotty noses . . Or, in Ellie's case, That the kitchen floor is not a proper place to drop a deuce. WHO DOES THAT?!?! It's like I am raising monkeys some days. I have no idea how they get into some of the things they reach. Without trying to sound paranoid, I some days legitimately think they wake up with a plan to break me down.
And then there's the dog. She has been so much better lately. (Notice the lack of Reha inspired blogs lately) She is starting to listen, and I don't have to lock her away every time I have company. Aside from some trash, and cat food cans the only thing she has even destroyed lately are some food bowls. . . I guess that deserves some clarification. She broke the middle out of her ceramic dog bowl. A full year and she decides it was time for a new one. Rather than running to the store to buy one we started using a metal mixing bowl, whose sole purpose before Reha's meal delivery was Ian's cereal bowl. This was decided after she shredded two separate tupperware containers. This idiot dog put a hole in it. How is this possible you ask? Great question, we would like to know the same. She has already chipped both of her K9's, we assume on the grate of the dog cage, but I am not positive on that. So with only two chipped teeth (and by chipped I mean half the tooth is missing) how did she manage it? Also, how did she demolish several unopened cans of cat food? Ate right through them and licked the food out, resulting in some awful smelling gas on her part I might add.
Today, of all days, the day that I have been fighting off panic that I have such little time to accomplish a mile and half long list of things I want done BEFORE Porter comes, Reha decides to escape out the back door while I am in the tub. Thankfully she is dumb and always goes to the same places, and all my neighbors know she belongs here. Two of my neighbors come to return her and I am forced to open the door in a bath towel. Fabulous.Then I discovered she ate the rest of my chili cheese dog before escaping. I sincerely hope it burns her hind end on the way out.
In an effort to show my day some sort of mercy, my sister (who spent the evening in the emergency room with some breathing difficulties and a terrible chest cold) took both of my children to the store to get her prescriptions filled. What do they do? Of course they both fall asleep, which means they will want to stay awake extra late tonight and I have already contemplated locking them in their rooms... and watching something with a half naked Channing Tatum. . what am I talking about Channing Tatum doesn't even own an entire outfit.. He relishes showing off his rock hard abs. . and tonight I shall enjoy every moment of it.
Rather than wallowing in my own stress I have decided to Thank God for a few things. . like chocolate, drive thru pharmacies, steam cleaners, Gold Canyon Candles (seriously amazing. A million times better than Yankee Candles, and I have a friend who sells them if you don't believe me), and being able to buy a second vehicle this week.
On that note, I am on my way to raid the freezer, and I hope everyone else had a better day than I.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
lazy days
I admit it, there are days where nothing but Netflix marathons are accomplished in my house. Some mixture of Dora, Diego and a few other shows like Pingu (a Swedish cartoon with no talking about some penguins that live in igloos), Power Rangers, this stupid crayon show, Curious George, occasionally Godzilla or Bananas in Pyjamas, Martha Speaks, some Woody Woodpecker and Oscar's Oasis (another cartoon without talking but its about a lizard in the dessert and JT thinks it is HILARIOUS).
Of course if Ellie had her say so we would never do anything but watch Dora and Diego,, fortunately for my sanity JT overrides and he is the one who knows how to work the xbox controller so he generally wins. While television may be rotting their brains at some points they have also learned a variety of useful and entertaining information from a few of the shows. They love to watch Team Umi Zoomi which is not on Netflix, as well as a few other educational shows.
In the past week I have encountered a wide variety of their knowledge in action. For instance:
Ellie told me that she needed to get out of the car because a Puma was going to get her. Mainly she just wanted out of her carseat, as she has a severe aversion to it after spending a whole weekend driving here and there . Later in the same day she looked me in the face and said "Mommy, you carry me? I can't step on the bal-canos (Volcanoes)." JT then chimes in and says.. "yeah, cause they go HUH-BOOOM"
A few days later Ellie told Ian in the morning to close our bedroom door because the dinosaurs were coming. I mean honestly child, can you at least chose realistic animals???
JT demonstrates his knowledge in a slightly different manner. . Generally by riding around on his dino head on a stick with his cowboy hat on screaming to the top of his lungs "I a cowboy, YEEHAW, Giddie up horsie" or "mommy I a superhero, I has powers." followed by pressing some imaginary picture on his shirt and running through the house or jumping around kicking. Today however he taught me something new..
Ellie, the lovely child she is, dumped half a bag of Goldfish on my floor. . thankfully I had just used my new Dyson and I was not willing to waste a pound of yummy Goldfish. As I am yelling at Ellie to clean them up JT backs up to the doorway and runs full force and jumps into the pile on the floor screaming "CANNON BALL!!!"
Now how do you expect me to keep a straight face after that?? Naturally my neighbor Andrea, who is a self proclaimed Goldfish addict, and has no children yet, has a little bit less self control and is literally bent over in the doorway laughing so hard that I can't even hear her. So JT sees this as an invitation to repeat. I need to vacuum again.
Ellie has also learned a bit of Spanish, extended her vocabulary and I heard her count to 10 yesterday. JT has learned some more words, lots of animals and shapes, and somewhere he picked up how to work the laptop. Together they have learned a few songs, like this one.. Which Ellie sings in the car non stop.
They really are great kids, and if my Daddy taught me anything in life it was that you have children for 2 reasons: Slave Labor, and your own personal amusement. Trust me my children are both.
Of course if Ellie had her say so we would never do anything but watch Dora and Diego,, fortunately for my sanity JT overrides and he is the one who knows how to work the xbox controller so he generally wins. While television may be rotting their brains at some points they have also learned a variety of useful and entertaining information from a few of the shows. They love to watch Team Umi Zoomi which is not on Netflix, as well as a few other educational shows.
In the past week I have encountered a wide variety of their knowledge in action. For instance:
Ellie told me that she needed to get out of the car because a Puma was going to get her. Mainly she just wanted out of her carseat, as she has a severe aversion to it after spending a whole weekend driving here and there . Later in the same day she looked me in the face and said "Mommy, you carry me? I can't step on the bal-canos (Volcanoes)." JT then chimes in and says.. "yeah, cause they go HUH-BOOOM"
A few days later Ellie told Ian in the morning to close our bedroom door because the dinosaurs were coming. I mean honestly child, can you at least chose realistic animals???
JT demonstrates his knowledge in a slightly different manner. . Generally by riding around on his dino head on a stick with his cowboy hat on screaming to the top of his lungs "I a cowboy, YEEHAW, Giddie up horsie" or "mommy I a superhero, I has powers." followed by pressing some imaginary picture on his shirt and running through the house or jumping around kicking. Today however he taught me something new..
Ellie, the lovely child she is, dumped half a bag of Goldfish on my floor. . thankfully I had just used my new Dyson and I was not willing to waste a pound of yummy Goldfish. As I am yelling at Ellie to clean them up JT backs up to the doorway and runs full force and jumps into the pile on the floor screaming "CANNON BALL!!!"
Now how do you expect me to keep a straight face after that?? Naturally my neighbor Andrea, who is a self proclaimed Goldfish addict, and has no children yet, has a little bit less self control and is literally bent over in the doorway laughing so hard that I can't even hear her. So JT sees this as an invitation to repeat. I need to vacuum again.
Ellie has also learned a bit of Spanish, extended her vocabulary and I heard her count to 10 yesterday. JT has learned some more words, lots of animals and shapes, and somewhere he picked up how to work the laptop. Together they have learned a few songs, like this one.. Which Ellie sings in the car non stop.
They really are great kids, and if my Daddy taught me anything in life it was that you have children for 2 reasons: Slave Labor, and your own personal amusement. Trust me my children are both.
Friday, February 15, 2013
Welcome to life; A pamphlet of disillusionment.
I know I have said this before, but I really wish that there was a class in high school that taught you what adulthood was really like. If I had to study and pass a class that shared life's realities with me I think I would be a much better rounded person. Of course it would be like a 16 year old being talked to about speeding tickets.. we would have assumed that none of these things would ever happen to us... Not that I would know about getting a speeding ticket, (currently knocking on wood as I type one handed) I have only been pulled over once and it was for an out headlight. . Ian on the other hand.. speeder.
I have decided that one day I will volunteer at a local school to teach this class. It will be called "Welcome to Life, Where Your Opinions and Feelings Only Count If You Pay Your Bills On Time"
and here is the midterm:
1. Bill Collectors will call you :
a. Monday through Friday
b. Anytime day or night regardless of what time you went to bed, or if your child was up until 4 am vomiting.
c. Never, if you pay your bills before the due date.
d. You mean if I forget to turn something in people will hassle me for it rather than just let me slide?
2. Children will throw a fit:
a. When you are home.
b. Out in public in a busy store when you are running late, have to pee and realize that even though you thought you were finished shopping you forget both of the items you actually came to the store for, which are conveniently located in the back, and there is only 1 register open.
c. In the middle of a parking lot
d. As soon as your infant falls asleep for a much needed nap time when you have a bazillion things to do.
3. You will fight with your spouse/ significant other:
a. Immediately before a birthday party, family function or important gathering.
b. On a holiday
c. when you are way too tired to deal with this.
d.never, we will always talk patiently and work things out before going to bed. I won't even bother letting you chose this because you are delusional and it's a LIE.
4. Your bank account will overdraft at some point because :
a. Your spouse will conveniently forget they spent $50 on something you think is stupid.
b. You did not realize that a bill had not actually cleared your account and went out to dinner thinking you had the funds.
c. Gas stations don't post for several days when you fill up.
d. You thought that bill that comes out automatically was scheduled for the 15th, not the 10th.
e. you have no idea, but now you owe $275 in overdraft fees, because a $1.29 drink just cost you an additional $35, better have been the best damn Pepsi you ever had!
5. You will catch the worst cold of your life:
a. Conveniently on a weekend
b. When you have no vacation days left for the year
c. When you have something important to do at work
d. When your spouse is out of town, leaving you with the kids and family coming into town next week.
e. When both of the kids have been vomiting and the baby is teething, allowing you absolutely no down time.
f. When the doctor can't fit you in for another week.
g. When there is nothing for colds or pain relief in the house and the kids are finally asleep and the store is closed.
6. Tax season:
a. Will be exciting because you can finally pay off those credit cards and past due bills.
b. Will be dreaded because it will be gone 3 days later when all the above clear your account.
c. Will be stressful, since as soon as you finish and submit them you get another letter in the mail marked "Important Tax Document"
d. Will suck since you end up owing this year.
7. Your friends will:
a. Always be your friends and be there when you need them
b. Let you down without meaning to
c. Forget you exist once you have children
d. Start a bunch of drama that you thought was over in the 10th grade, but apparently even though you own a house we are all still 12
e. What friends? I haven't left the house without being covered in snot, breast milk or dog hair in 3 years.
f. Move far far away.
**** Next Semester we will cover the following:
I have decided that one day I will volunteer at a local school to teach this class. It will be called "Welcome to Life, Where Your Opinions and Feelings Only Count If You Pay Your Bills On Time"
and here is the midterm:
Midterm Exam: Things you will need to know, unlike how to divide fractions and the chemical makeup of rocks.
(select as many as apply)
1. Bill Collectors will call you :
a. Monday through Friday
b. Anytime day or night regardless of what time you went to bed, or if your child was up until 4 am vomiting.
c. Never, if you pay your bills before the due date.
d. You mean if I forget to turn something in people will hassle me for it rather than just let me slide?
2. Children will throw a fit:
a. When you are home.
b. Out in public in a busy store when you are running late, have to pee and realize that even though you thought you were finished shopping you forget both of the items you actually came to the store for, which are conveniently located in the back, and there is only 1 register open.
c. In the middle of a parking lot
d. As soon as your infant falls asleep for a much needed nap time when you have a bazillion things to do.
3. You will fight with your spouse/ significant other:
a. Immediately before a birthday party, family function or important gathering.
b. On a holiday
c. when you are way too tired to deal with this.
d.
4. Your bank account will overdraft at some point because :
a. Your spouse will conveniently forget they spent $50 on something you think is stupid.
b. You did not realize that a bill had not actually cleared your account and went out to dinner thinking you had the funds.
c. Gas stations don't post for several days when you fill up.
d. You thought that bill that comes out automatically was scheduled for the 15th, not the 10th.
e. you have no idea, but now you owe $275 in overdraft fees, because a $1.29 drink just cost you an additional $35, better have been the best damn Pepsi you ever had!
5. You will catch the worst cold of your life:
a. Conveniently on a weekend
b. When you have no vacation days left for the year
c. When you have something important to do at work
d. When your spouse is out of town, leaving you with the kids and family coming into town next week.
e. When both of the kids have been vomiting and the baby is teething, allowing you absolutely no down time.
f. When the doctor can't fit you in for another week.
g. When there is nothing for colds or pain relief in the house and the kids are finally asleep and the store is closed.
6. Tax season:
a. Will be exciting because you can finally pay off those credit cards and past due bills.
b. Will be dreaded because it will be gone 3 days later when all the above clear your account.
c. Will be stressful, since as soon as you finish and submit them you get another letter in the mail marked "Important Tax Document"
d. Will suck since you end up owing this year.
7. Your friends will:
a. Always be your friends and be there when you need them
b. Let you down without meaning to
c. Forget you exist once you have children
d. Start a bunch of drama that you thought was over in the 10th grade, but apparently even though you own a house we are all still 12
e. What friends? I haven't left the house without being covered in snot, breast milk or dog hair in 3 years.
f. Move far far away.
**** Next Semester we will cover the following:
-Failed relationships
-How voting works and the months of political mumbo jumbo that you will endure before any sort of election, which is always
- Why buying a house is about as hard as shoving a 400 lb person in your Civic trunk.
- Why your Honda is no longer cool
- Moving back in with your parents
- Mysterious charges on your bank statement
-Alcohol Poisoning and hangovers
- Personal Property tax (also known as "damn, how did I forget about that?"
-How to remove a boot from your vehicle in a bar parking lot when you forget about Personal Property Taxes
- Drug Dealing neighbors
-Paying your own car insurance, and how getting a ticket affects this.
For Extra Credit:
Go home and ask your parents who cleans the oven, the litter box and what a meal plan is.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Almost There
26 weeks. 6.5-ish months. 182 days ( give or take a few). That is how far pregnant I am. Considering there is only 3 months left in this pregnancy, by my count 12 weeks since I was early with both JT (induced) and Ellie (a wonderful 4 am water- breaking wake up call).
I have a million and one things going on these days and in the grand scheme of life I have literally a blink of an eye left before my body delivers a change to my entire world, as well as the world of everyone in my house. There's still a list of necessities to purchase, half a house to clean and organize, and then there's the whole setting up my house for the baby part- crib, going through clothes and washing them, setting up a swing, gathering my nursing stuff, packing bags and a few thousand other small tasks that I have on just as many mental lists. You know--- nothing a nesting woman unleashed on her house can't cover, as long as she can walk.
I have to be honest though, I am fairly content with this pregnancy. After I got through my aversion to food in general and was able to keep down most everything, I actually began to enjoy it. For those of you with children already I know that this sounds crazy. For those of you who have heard horror stories, I must apologize.. some of them may have even come from me, but honestly I enjoy being pregnant. I love the flutters and the movements. I love the growing belly, the weird urges and the cool facts.. Like how finger prints are made, and when the baby can hear outside voices etc.
Sure, there are plenty of things I don't like about being pregnant. . For instance, the fact that I have had to replace my shoes every pregnancy because my feet grow. They tell you about ligament stretching and hip widening blah blah blah.. they don't tell you that your feet will never again fit into those expensive shoes you finally convinced your husband to let you buy. . . which may or may not be still in my closet 3 years later.. don't judge me.. I have delusional fantasies. I also dislike the swelling, which by the way, seasons do not really make a difference for most women. So, February or July your fingers at some point will look like sausages and your wedding band that slid on perfectly 2 days ago may wake you up at 3 a.m. cutting off circulation to your finger and scaring you half to death. ( Side note : Can someone please remind me to go to the jewelry store and have mine cut off before that happens again?)
You know what else I dislike about being pregnant? Heartburn. I am aware that child birth pain according to the bible was a punishment to women for sin, pretty sure God could have stopped at heartburn. Seriously. It's like having a blow torch inside your throat, and can be triggered by anything. And I mean anything. You go all day without it, and suddenly the last sip of water you take before bed triggers it. BOOM... hello inferno, good luck sleeping tonight.
There is this myth that spicy and acidic foods are the main triggers, but honestly, I think that is a lie designed by health food advocates. I don't even know what triggers mine, besides generalizing it as any sustenance that I consume. Oh, I almost forgot, the growing miracle that insists on shoving my stomach into my mouth at random intervals throughout the day, that could potentially have something to do with it. Oh, there are all these "tricks" to help prevent heartburn, like not reclining for 45 minutes after eating anything.. is that even possible when you are pregnant? You would never ever recline.. which by the way is another issue.. after eating you're so bloated that you can't sit straight.. and that's after eating a snack.. Dinner makes me feel like an oompa loompa.
Back to the joys of pregnancy. Actually... excuse me, I have to go take some more Zantac. We will discuss this further at another point. When my esophagus is not capable of making s'mores and I can think straight.
I have a million and one things going on these days and in the grand scheme of life I have literally a blink of an eye left before my body delivers a change to my entire world, as well as the world of everyone in my house. There's still a list of necessities to purchase, half a house to clean and organize, and then there's the whole setting up my house for the baby part- crib, going through clothes and washing them, setting up a swing, gathering my nursing stuff, packing bags and a few thousand other small tasks that I have on just as many mental lists. You know--- nothing a nesting woman unleashed on her house can't cover, as long as she can walk.
I have to be honest though, I am fairly content with this pregnancy. After I got through my aversion to food in general and was able to keep down most everything, I actually began to enjoy it. For those of you with children already I know that this sounds crazy. For those of you who have heard horror stories, I must apologize.. some of them may have even come from me, but honestly I enjoy being pregnant. I love the flutters and the movements. I love the growing belly, the weird urges and the cool facts.. Like how finger prints are made, and when the baby can hear outside voices etc.
Sure, there are plenty of things I don't like about being pregnant. . For instance, the fact that I have had to replace my shoes every pregnancy because my feet grow. They tell you about ligament stretching and hip widening blah blah blah.. they don't tell you that your feet will never again fit into those expensive shoes you finally convinced your husband to let you buy. . . which may or may not be still in my closet 3 years later.. don't judge me.. I have delusional fantasies. I also dislike the swelling, which by the way, seasons do not really make a difference for most women. So, February or July your fingers at some point will look like sausages and your wedding band that slid on perfectly 2 days ago may wake you up at 3 a.m. cutting off circulation to your finger and scaring you half to death. ( Side note : Can someone please remind me to go to the jewelry store and have mine cut off before that happens again?)
You know what else I dislike about being pregnant? Heartburn. I am aware that child birth pain according to the bible was a punishment to women for sin, pretty sure God could have stopped at heartburn. Seriously. It's like having a blow torch inside your throat, and can be triggered by anything. And I mean anything. You go all day without it, and suddenly the last sip of water you take before bed triggers it. BOOM... hello inferno, good luck sleeping tonight.
There is this myth that spicy and acidic foods are the main triggers, but honestly, I think that is a lie designed by health food advocates. I don't even know what triggers mine, besides generalizing it as any sustenance that I consume. Oh, I almost forgot, the growing miracle that insists on shoving my stomach into my mouth at random intervals throughout the day, that could potentially have something to do with it. Oh, there are all these "tricks" to help prevent heartburn, like not reclining for 45 minutes after eating anything.. is that even possible when you are pregnant? You would never ever recline.. which by the way is another issue.. after eating you're so bloated that you can't sit straight.. and that's after eating a snack.. Dinner makes me feel like an oompa loompa.
Back to the joys of pregnancy. Actually... excuse me, I have to go take some more Zantac. We will discuss this further at another point. When my esophagus is not capable of making s'mores and I can think straight.
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Through the Eyes of a 3 Year Old
Confession: there's still a Christmas tree on my back deck.
Don't judge... I at least took the lights off before it made it out of
my house, and in all fairness its been a bit crazy over the last few
weeks. We have been out of town 3 times, with a million and one
things going on, and Ian has had weird work hours.
With that said, I have been complaining to Ian about not ever
seeing deer in my back yard. I was honestly looking forward to the
frequent visits since there is not only a creek running through our
yard, but also our property backs up to Lee Drive, which as most
of you know is a popular park running between Laffayette Blvd and
Lansdowne Rd. I was greatly disappointed that its been 10 months
since we bought our house and there have been zero sightings. I
have considered salt licks and several other ideas for drawing them
to our fence line. Ian likes to rub it in that he hears them regularly..
Sunday morning when we had a light dusting I was standing at
my back door admiring how pretty the woods were when I saw
some movement a few feet back into the woods, it was then that
I saw them.. several large doe a smaller deer and a big buck.
I called JT over to show him, as we often admire the birds and
squirrels together, and I am not sure he has ever seen deer before.
It took him a moment, but when they finally caught his attention he
screamed something incoherent.
At first I was confused, and slowly I started to understand him
talking about presents and the word Santa.. For a few minutes I still
could not put 2 and 2 together, and I had to break his heart and tell
him Christmas was not for a while... then it clicked..
My son witnessed "magic" thanks to our lack of thorough un-
decorating. (it's a word.. go with it). Not only was it snowing, but
having never seen real deer, they looked like reindeer to him.. and
there was a Christmas tree.... still in its stand I might add. All of this
could only mean one thing.. Santa was in fact in our back yard.
I did not have it in my heart to tell him the truth at this time. The
truth being, mommy and daddy are lazy and the decorations are
still in the laundry room, and those are regular ole' deer, nothing
magical.. and frankly its cold as balls outside so it snowed. So for
now... JT got to see Santa, in February. What I would give to have
Don't judge... I at least took the lights off before it made it out of
my house, and in all fairness its been a bit crazy over the last few
weeks. We have been out of town 3 times, with a million and one
things going on, and Ian has had weird work hours.
With that said, I have been complaining to Ian about not ever
seeing deer in my back yard. I was honestly looking forward to the
frequent visits since there is not only a creek running through our
yard, but also our property backs up to Lee Drive, which as most
of you know is a popular park running between Laffayette Blvd and
Lansdowne Rd. I was greatly disappointed that its been 10 months
since we bought our house and there have been zero sightings. I
have considered salt licks and several other ideas for drawing them
to our fence line. Ian likes to rub it in that he hears them regularly..
Sunday morning when we had a light dusting I was standing at
my back door admiring how pretty the woods were when I saw
some movement a few feet back into the woods, it was then that
I saw them.. several large doe a smaller deer and a big buck.
I called JT over to show him, as we often admire the birds and
squirrels together, and I am not sure he has ever seen deer before.
It took him a moment, but when they finally caught his attention he
screamed something incoherent.
At first I was confused, and slowly I started to understand him
talking about presents and the word Santa.. For a few minutes I still
could not put 2 and 2 together, and I had to break his heart and tell
him Christmas was not for a while... then it clicked..
My son witnessed "magic" thanks to our lack of thorough un-
decorating. (it's a word.. go with it). Not only was it snowing, but
having never seen real deer, they looked like reindeer to him.. and
there was a Christmas tree.... still in its stand I might add. All of this
could only mean one thing.. Santa was in fact in our back yard.
I did not have it in my heart to tell him the truth at this time. The
truth being, mommy and daddy are lazy and the decorations are
still in the laundry room, and those are regular ole' deer, nothing
magical.. and frankly its cold as balls outside so it snowed. So for
now... JT got to see Santa, in February. What I would give to have
that kind of reasoning, and luck.. Santa doesn't leave the North
Pole for just anyone.
Pole for just anyone.
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