Monday, April 27, 2009
Pictures of Youngest
Isn't she a doll baby? I wish my comments section worked, because I'm sure I would get some about these photos. I should get that fixed soon.
The Zoo
Yeah, I'm insane. I took all three kids to the Zoo last Friday on my own. The Woodland Park Zoo is the best. So big and with so many fun animals. I really had no fear of taking all three kids. I think that was because I had gotten up early on Friday and gotten myself organized before they were even dressed. Getting organized for these kind of trips is key!
That's not to say it went off without a hitch. There were plenty of moments where I thought I would lose my mind and one or two moments when I did. There were a million school groups at the Zoo on Friday, not to mention all the hover mothers with their ONE toddler. I'm sure all those moms went straight home to blog about how they would NEVER be like this crazy lady they saw at the Zoo today, BOTTLE feeding her baby and yelling at her two boys like they were animals. Ha, whatever lady...just wait until you have more than one precious spawn to worry about.
Anyway, that little tidbit was true. The boys did fine and ran together through the zoo. But when we got close to lunch time things started to fall apart a bit. We found a nice spot to eat, and I gave them their PB&J shaped like trees (yep, I rule), but, like the snakes at the zoo, they ate them without even chewing because they were so hungry. I barley had time to get Youngest's bottle out before they were asking for more food. So, here there I was, balancing a 2 week old baby, a bottle, and a lunch box full of food to throw at my little monkeys. Meanwhile, I have plenty of people walking by asking how old the baby is, or just staring (at my awesomeness I'm sure) as I fed a baby and two boys without flinching (to much). Youngest was almost done with her bottle, when Eldest and Middle began fighting over a spot to sit on a nearby rock. I asked Eldest to let Middle sit there and find another space that only he could reach, but Eldest proceded to be a total jerk. He ignored my every word and got more and more upset because a 2 year old boy was in his space. That's when I told Eldest he would lose his dollar for the day, his movie when we got home, and would go to bed right after dinner. None of which stopped him from throwing a fit over this small space on the rock.
As you can imagine, even more people were staring at this point (at least it felt that way) and of course this escalation happened as a group of those hover mothers passed by. Man they LOVE to stare! Anyway, I put sister back in her car seat (crying), got out the magic juice box to keep Middle happy, and got right down in Eldest face and told him we were LEAVING because he was being so rude. He burst into tears and screamed about how he didn't want to leave the zoo, he LOVED the zoo. I told him to bad and began to walk towards our exit (which was at the opposite end of the zoo...of course). I'm pushing a stroller, coaxing a 2 year old boy to keep up and have an almost five year old boys SCREAMING "I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE THE ZOO!" right behind me. It was as exhausting as it sounds. I was feeling like a total failure as a mom, because even after almost five years my son still won't take me seriously. But then something happened to warm my heart and make me feel like I was doing something right.
We walked past Africa and there was a place to climb rocks and Eldest decided he wanted to play. Middle as well. We had all calmed down by that point, so I gave him five minutes. Just as they started climbing, one of the many school groups came through the area. I really wanted to leave, because when these groups came in, it was hard to keep track of the kids, but Harrison refused. I was about to blow my top, when I witnessed my Eldest son helping another student (a girl even) up the rock he was on. She was having trouble getting up to the top, and without even being asked, Eldest reached out his hand to help her up.
I was so proud of him. He may have his moments, but man he's a good kid. You'll be happy to learn that he earned his dollar that day for helping that little girl.
All in all, I survived the zoo on my own with the kids, but I don't plan on going again until I'm getting more sleep!
That's not to say it went off without a hitch. There were plenty of moments where I thought I would lose my mind and one or two moments when I did. There were a million school groups at the Zoo on Friday, not to mention all the hover mothers with their ONE toddler. I'm sure all those moms went straight home to blog about how they would NEVER be like this crazy lady they saw at the Zoo today, BOTTLE feeding her baby and yelling at her two boys like they were animals. Ha, whatever lady...just wait until you have more than one precious spawn to worry about.
Anyway, that little tidbit was true. The boys did fine and ran together through the zoo. But when we got close to lunch time things started to fall apart a bit. We found a nice spot to eat, and I gave them their PB&J shaped like trees (yep, I rule), but, like the snakes at the zoo, they ate them without even chewing because they were so hungry. I barley had time to get Youngest's bottle out before they were asking for more food. So, here there I was, balancing a 2 week old baby, a bottle, and a lunch box full of food to throw at my little monkeys. Meanwhile, I have plenty of people walking by asking how old the baby is, or just staring (at my awesomeness I'm sure) as I fed a baby and two boys without flinching (to much). Youngest was almost done with her bottle, when Eldest and Middle began fighting over a spot to sit on a nearby rock. I asked Eldest to let Middle sit there and find another space that only he could reach, but Eldest proceded to be a total jerk. He ignored my every word and got more and more upset because a 2 year old boy was in his space. That's when I told Eldest he would lose his dollar for the day, his movie when we got home, and would go to bed right after dinner. None of which stopped him from throwing a fit over this small space on the rock.
As you can imagine, even more people were staring at this point (at least it felt that way) and of course this escalation happened as a group of those hover mothers passed by. Man they LOVE to stare! Anyway, I put sister back in her car seat (crying), got out the magic juice box to keep Middle happy, and got right down in Eldest face and told him we were LEAVING because he was being so rude. He burst into tears and screamed about how he didn't want to leave the zoo, he LOVED the zoo. I told him to bad and began to walk towards our exit (which was at the opposite end of the zoo...of course). I'm pushing a stroller, coaxing a 2 year old boy to keep up and have an almost five year old boys SCREAMING "I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE THE ZOO!" right behind me. It was as exhausting as it sounds. I was feeling like a total failure as a mom, because even after almost five years my son still won't take me seriously. But then something happened to warm my heart and make me feel like I was doing something right.
We walked past Africa and there was a place to climb rocks and Eldest decided he wanted to play. Middle as well. We had all calmed down by that point, so I gave him five minutes. Just as they started climbing, one of the many school groups came through the area. I really wanted to leave, because when these groups came in, it was hard to keep track of the kids, but Harrison refused. I was about to blow my top, when I witnessed my Eldest son helping another student (a girl even) up the rock he was on. She was having trouble getting up to the top, and without even being asked, Eldest reached out his hand to help her up.
I was so proud of him. He may have his moments, but man he's a good kid. You'll be happy to learn that he earned his dollar that day for helping that little girl.
All in all, I survived the zoo on my own with the kids, but I don't plan on going again until I'm getting more sleep!
Belly Bandit: Update
So, I've gone a couple of days without the belly bandit on because its just a bit to big for me. I thought the medium I had ordered would have arrived by now, so that's why I was taking the break.
Well, breaks over people. After just two days, I could tell such a difference in my whole posture and in how my stomach looked. It was more saggy, and my back was killing me at the end of each day.
I got the Large out and put it on last night and was instantly relieved. I have four more weeks of wearing this everyday and I plan on keeping it on from the time I get up until I go to bed. I just hope that the medium arrives today or tomorrow so I can get the full benefit of compression, since this large isn't really all that tight.
I'll do updated photos a week after the medium arrives.
Well, breaks over people. After just two days, I could tell such a difference in my whole posture and in how my stomach looked. It was more saggy, and my back was killing me at the end of each day.
I got the Large out and put it on last night and was instantly relieved. I have four more weeks of wearing this everyday and I plan on keeping it on from the time I get up until I go to bed. I just hope that the medium arrives today or tomorrow so I can get the full benefit of compression, since this large isn't really all that tight.
I'll do updated photos a week after the medium arrives.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Happy Anniversary to Us!
Today Rob and I are celebrating our 10 year anniversary. Its hard to believe how far we've come in just 10 short years together! I know I never thought we would be out West together, let alone have three kids, but here we are and we love it.
High School:
Ten Years Ago Today:
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Monday, April 20, 2009
Keep Your Pants On!
Really, what is it with boys and them wanting to be naked? I don't get it. Middle is the worse offender. The boys pees in his diaper and *BAM* he's naked, pretending to pee in the potty (or on the floor, or outside...). Eldest loves being naked too (thank goodness he's potty trained!).
Today was such a nice day. We played outside all day long, and at the tail end of the afternoon I got out the water balloons. Fun ensued, and then I put them back in the garage for another day. I left the door to the garage open (my first mistake), and while I tried to straighten up my kitchen, the boys got in there and found the ONE bucket with wet paint in it. This paint has been in this bucket for months, but I suppose it never dried. Really, boys have some kind of radar for that kind of stuff. Eldest thought it was "mud", so he put his hands in it and wiped it all over his body and clothes. Middle had just put his hands in it when I went to check on them and caught him red handed (well, more like brown handed). Eldest said "I found MUD!" I had to throw away his clothes and hose him off. He didn't mind that until the water got VERY cold, then it was more of a struggle to get all the paint off. After I was done with him, I cleaned up Middle's hands, getting his shorts and shirt wet in the process.
Now picture it, I have one naked five year old prancing around the yard, one half naked 2 year old following him around (I had taken his shirt off), and Youngest was starting to fuss in her bouncey seat. DING DONG! My friend had come to drop of dinner and see the baby. Her two kids (who are adorable, one girl that's five and a boy that is 3 (I think)) and her come inside and that's when Eldest exposes himself to them all (oh man), and Youngest comes in shirtless. I joke about it being naked time and to my relief my friend doesn't seem to mind. While I show Youngest off to her and her daughter, Middle takes it upon himself to get fully naked. That's when the phone started ringing. "Really!?" I think, "Why does this all have to happen at one time!??" My friend leaves, I let the phone go to voicemail and I get the boys upstairs to get new clothes on, all while the baby slowly gets more fussy in her bouncey seat.
On the way up, I am reminded of the fruit snack that Logan spit out on the steps earlier in the day and make a mental note to get out my bissel to clean it (and the other steps that have been ruined by juice and dirty feet). I get the boys dressed and we head downstairs and I clean up the steps. While I'm doing that Middle goes outside to play. After I put away the bissel I check on him and he has, once again, removed his diaper and shorts and is putting his shorts in a muddy puddle. I gave up at that point and told him he could stay naked. And he did, until he decided he was hungry, at which time I put a diaper on him and sat him down to eat.
By the time all this was over, I wanted to be naked because I was sweating from all the running around! Hey, at least I'm burning some major calories, right? Let's hope Youngest decides to sleep longer than one hour streches tonight. I'm running on empty around here!
Today was such a nice day. We played outside all day long, and at the tail end of the afternoon I got out the water balloons. Fun ensued, and then I put them back in the garage for another day. I left the door to the garage open (my first mistake), and while I tried to straighten up my kitchen, the boys got in there and found the ONE bucket with wet paint in it. This paint has been in this bucket for months, but I suppose it never dried. Really, boys have some kind of radar for that kind of stuff. Eldest thought it was "mud", so he put his hands in it and wiped it all over his body and clothes. Middle had just put his hands in it when I went to check on them and caught him red handed (well, more like brown handed). Eldest said "I found MUD!" I had to throw away his clothes and hose him off. He didn't mind that until the water got VERY cold, then it was more of a struggle to get all the paint off. After I was done with him, I cleaned up Middle's hands, getting his shorts and shirt wet in the process.
Now picture it, I have one naked five year old prancing around the yard, one half naked 2 year old following him around (I had taken his shirt off), and Youngest was starting to fuss in her bouncey seat. DING DONG! My friend had come to drop of dinner and see the baby. Her two kids (who are adorable, one girl that's five and a boy that is 3 (I think)) and her come inside and that's when Eldest exposes himself to them all (oh man), and Youngest comes in shirtless. I joke about it being naked time and to my relief my friend doesn't seem to mind. While I show Youngest off to her and her daughter, Middle takes it upon himself to get fully naked. That's when the phone started ringing. "Really!?" I think, "Why does this all have to happen at one time!??" My friend leaves, I let the phone go to voicemail and I get the boys upstairs to get new clothes on, all while the baby slowly gets more fussy in her bouncey seat.
On the way up, I am reminded of the fruit snack that Logan spit out on the steps earlier in the day and make a mental note to get out my bissel to clean it (and the other steps that have been ruined by juice and dirty feet). I get the boys dressed and we head downstairs and I clean up the steps. While I'm doing that Middle goes outside to play. After I put away the bissel I check on him and he has, once again, removed his diaper and shorts and is putting his shorts in a muddy puddle. I gave up at that point and told him he could stay naked. And he did, until he decided he was hungry, at which time I put a diaper on him and sat him down to eat.
By the time all this was over, I wanted to be naked because I was sweating from all the running around! Hey, at least I'm burning some major calories, right? Let's hope Youngest decides to sleep longer than one hour streches tonight. I'm running on empty around here!
Belly Bandit
So, as promised, here are some photos of my first week using the Belly Bandit. Its very comfortable, but I do take it off at night. I was wearing it day and night the first few days, but I find that by 7:00 PM I am ready to just let it all hang out, and it makes sleeping a little more comfortable too.
Wearing it during the day has really been wonderful. Like I said, its pretty comfy, and it does wonders to help with back support. I'm on my feet all day (a big no no after having a baby, I know, but I have 3 kids, what can I do, right?), and my back is so much happier when I have this band on. I recommend it to anyone that is thinking about buying one.
Normally, I am a size 16. Last week, I couldn't button my size 18 pants/shorts even with the belly bandit on. This week, I am able to put them on with or without. That's not to say they look GREAT or anything, but they fit, so I'm making progress. I've also decided to do slim fast for breakfast. It is easy and keeps me full, so I'm less likly to snack off the kids snacks and lunches. We'll see where I stand next week. I haven't weighed myself, and I won't weigh myself until my 6 week appointment. Right now I'm just going off how my clothes fit. They're tight in the butt (size 18), but its nice not wearing maternity clothes anymore...well, for the most part. I'm still wearing mostly jogging pants though because it is just more comfortable.
So, here is a photo of me right before I had Youngest:
Here is one of me today without the belly bandit on (after wearing it daily for 11 days):
Here is one of me with it on today. FYI, I had to order the medium Belly Bandit because the large is now to big (YEAH!):
My goal is to make it the whole 40 days (6 weeks) wearing this thing, but if the medium becomes to big, I'll stop because I don't want to buy another one.
I'll post more pictures in 2 weeks unless the change is pretty big between now and next week.
Wearing it during the day has really been wonderful. Like I said, its pretty comfy, and it does wonders to help with back support. I'm on my feet all day (a big no no after having a baby, I know, but I have 3 kids, what can I do, right?), and my back is so much happier when I have this band on. I recommend it to anyone that is thinking about buying one.
Normally, I am a size 16. Last week, I couldn't button my size 18 pants/shorts even with the belly bandit on. This week, I am able to put them on with or without. That's not to say they look GREAT or anything, but they fit, so I'm making progress. I've also decided to do slim fast for breakfast. It is easy and keeps me full, so I'm less likly to snack off the kids snacks and lunches. We'll see where I stand next week. I haven't weighed myself, and I won't weigh myself until my 6 week appointment. Right now I'm just going off how my clothes fit. They're tight in the butt (size 18), but its nice not wearing maternity clothes anymore...well, for the most part. I'm still wearing mostly jogging pants though because it is just more comfortable.
So, here is a photo of me right before I had Youngest:
Here is one of me today without the belly bandit on (after wearing it daily for 11 days):
Here is one of me with it on today. FYI, I had to order the medium Belly Bandit because the large is now to big (YEAH!):
My goal is to make it the whole 40 days (6 weeks) wearing this thing, but if the medium becomes to big, I'll stop because I don't want to buy another one.
I'll post more pictures in 2 weeks unless the change is pretty big between now and next week.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
I Love you Forever
Tonight I asked Middle to go get a book and I would read to him. Just the two of us. He brought me the book "I Love You Forever."
I dare any parent, especially a mother of boys, to read this book without crying.
I sat on my bed with my 2 year old (just turned 2 year old I might Add!) son and before I even turned the first page the tears started welling up, and my voice was all weepy.
For those that have never read it, the book is about a mom that rocks her son as he sleeps no matter how old he gets until she herself gets to old and he rocks her instead. Jeez, I'm getting all tearing just typing that! Yeah, yeah, I'm still a little hormonal, but seriously, its the sweetest book.
The book also illustrates just how quickly time goes by. 2 years ago, almost to the day, I had a new born baby boy. Now he's 2 and pretending to go potty on his own. Cherish every moment.
I dare any parent, especially a mother of boys, to read this book without crying.
I sat on my bed with my 2 year old (just turned 2 year old I might Add!) son and before I even turned the first page the tears started welling up, and my voice was all weepy.
For those that have never read it, the book is about a mom that rocks her son as he sleeps no matter how old he gets until she herself gets to old and he rocks her instead. Jeez, I'm getting all tearing just typing that! Yeah, yeah, I'm still a little hormonal, but seriously, its the sweetest book.
The book also illustrates just how quickly time goes by. 2 years ago, almost to the day, I had a new born baby boy. Now he's 2 and pretending to go potty on his own. Cherish every moment.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Ahhhh, Its Good to be Back
I think I made it pretty clear in my previous blog posts that I hate being pregnant. Love the end result, but getting there sucks. Morning sickness, extreme fatique, weight gain...it all sucks, but the worst is the hormonal roller coaster you're on for the whole 9 months and a few weeks following birth. There's nothing worse than feeling like you're not quite right, not all there.
Its been 10 days since I had Youngest and I'm finally feeling like myself and I know everyone around me, especially my two other kids and my husband can tell. Despite my zombie state from lack of sleep, I am happy and I am looking forward to the months ahead. Summer is coming, and we're going to have a good time.
I think my mood also has a lot to do with my new found sense of contentment. I finally feel that our family is complete, and that has allowed me to really look forward to what the future has to bring. I'm closing the "pregnancy" chapter of my life and moving on to the next one. I'm not sure what the title of that chapter is, but I do know weight loss is involved! HA!
Its been 10 days since I had Youngest and I'm finally feeling like myself and I know everyone around me, especially my two other kids and my husband can tell. Despite my zombie state from lack of sleep, I am happy and I am looking forward to the months ahead. Summer is coming, and we're going to have a good time.
I think my mood also has a lot to do with my new found sense of contentment. I finally feel that our family is complete, and that has allowed me to really look forward to what the future has to bring. I'm closing the "pregnancy" chapter of my life and moving on to the next one. I'm not sure what the title of that chapter is, but I do know weight loss is involved! HA!
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Youngest is Here!
Our littlest one has arrived and we are so happy to welcome her to our family. Labor began at 3:00PM and was over by 10:30 and she's been doing great. She was SO much smaller than I expected, coming in at 7lbs 4oz. That's almost a whole pound smaller than her oldest brother. Speaking of brothers, they LOVE her. I have the sweetest photos taken by my dad to upload after we get home.
We're all doing well and I'm looking forward to being home again and having that glass of wine with my mom!
We're all doing well and I'm looking forward to being home again and having that glass of wine with my mom!
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
I'm at the Hospital
Latest update - 4:40 PM Pacific Time. I am at the hospital, I have an IV, and I am just waiting for the pitocin. Hopefully we'll have the baby before the 8th is over!
Latest Update...4/8/09
Still no room at the Inn. At least the nurse on call was a little nicer about my calling for what seems the 100th time. I call back at 10:00 AM pacific time if they don't call me first. Maybe I'll go into labor, wouldn't that be a hoot? BLURG!
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Still Nothing to Report.
And that's all I have to say about that. Stupid women and their "going into labor"...takin' up all the beds at the hospital. *grumble, grumble*
Monday, April 6, 2009
INDUCTION TOMORROW!
WOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! I went into the doctors this AM and was a little stressed out. My parents cut it close in terms of getting to the house in order for me to leave on time, the boys were in bad moods, and I had caffine for the first time in months, so I was on "the edge". To top it off, Mom is sick, which is a total bummer and I was stressed about finding her a place to go to get some antibiotics. So, needless to say, when we got to my appointment the nurse said my blood pressure was a little high.
This is very unusual for me. Its always normal to low, and she asked if there was any stress and I relayed my morning and told her how I just want to have this baby already and she smiled and said, "Well, I think I'll just leave it then and not bother checking, this will get you in for an induction for sure!" I LOVE YOU LINDA!
Sure enough, the doc came in, and after informing me of having made NO progress from last week (which is a total bummer, since I've been suffering through a lot of uncomfortable contractions/pain these past few days), he said he would be calling to see when I could get in. After a few minutes he came back and said, "Call tomorrow at 6:00 AM to see if they have a room and if they do, we'll get you in, hooked up, and your waters broken!"
YES! WOOOT! We went to urgent care in Issaquah after to get my mom her drugs, then to Target to get the perscription filled and Easter stuff. Everything just fell into place today and I told mom that I was happy knowing after tomorrow I would never be pregnant again.
I am a little nervous about this "breaking your waters" right at the beginning thing. My previous doctor would let me labor for a few hours first, and that would give me some time to walk around, use the bathroom, and such before getting the epidural. Having your water broken is like opening the flood gates (lieterally). Things REALLY start to hurt after that, so I like to have the epidural in place before this happens. I wonder if they'll let me get one right when I walk in! that would be a treat. But, in the long run, its a minor detail. By this time tomorrow we'll have our baby girl, and I'll be enjoying a night in the hospital to myself. Can't wait!
This is very unusual for me. Its always normal to low, and she asked if there was any stress and I relayed my morning and told her how I just want to have this baby already and she smiled and said, "Well, I think I'll just leave it then and not bother checking, this will get you in for an induction for sure!" I LOVE YOU LINDA!
Sure enough, the doc came in, and after informing me of having made NO progress from last week (which is a total bummer, since I've been suffering through a lot of uncomfortable contractions/pain these past few days), he said he would be calling to see when I could get in. After a few minutes he came back and said, "Call tomorrow at 6:00 AM to see if they have a room and if they do, we'll get you in, hooked up, and your waters broken!"
YES! WOOOT! We went to urgent care in Issaquah after to get my mom her drugs, then to Target to get the perscription filled and Easter stuff. Everything just fell into place today and I told mom that I was happy knowing after tomorrow I would never be pregnant again.
I am a little nervous about this "breaking your waters" right at the beginning thing. My previous doctor would let me labor for a few hours first, and that would give me some time to walk around, use the bathroom, and such before getting the epidural. Having your water broken is like opening the flood gates (lieterally). Things REALLY start to hurt after that, so I like to have the epidural in place before this happens. I wonder if they'll let me get one right when I walk in! that would be a treat. But, in the long run, its a minor detail. By this time tomorrow we'll have our baby girl, and I'll be enjoying a night in the hospital to myself. Can't wait!
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Here I Sit....Still Waiting.
Its hard to believe I'm still pregnant. I thought by now I would be enjoying a glass of wine with my mom while my husband and father work on the house and I give our baby girl a bottle before her final bedtime. Instead, I am still very much pregnant with this baby! My mom still enjoyed the wine and Rob and Dad have done some GREAT work on the house though.
Today was beyond spectacular (despite still being pregnant). I can't even begin to tell you how awesome the weather was here. I would say it was close to 75 near the end of the afternoon and that put me in the best mood I've been in since probably last July! To make things EVEN better, my parents came and took both boys away for the day. Rob and I had the whole day to ourselves, and we used that time to take some stuff to the dump, have a wonderful lunch together, and just enjoy the quiet in our own home. We couldn't have asked for a better gift, and the boys had such a fun time with their grandparents. I can't wait to see the photos.
I've had some contractions this evening. Nothing different, but more than usual and she seems to be trying to push her way out (or maybe she's just trying to get comfortable, I can't imagine there is much room left in there). My next appointment is tomorrow morning and I am praying the doctor gives me good news about my progress and if things go well, maybe he'll even just sent me right over to the hospital to get this party started. Just in case that happens, my mom is coming with me. If it doesn't, the two of us will take a trip to Lowes to pick up a few things for some projects that are still left around the house...there's always work to be done, and I love doing it when my mom and dad are here because they're pros and are so much help. Really, the downstairs bathroom was a dank cave, and now I love it. I never thought I would love it, but now I do.
Anyway, I'm rambling. I'm off to watch some TV and just relax a bit. Here's hoping I have a baby soon, I only have my parents here for another week, and we all know how fast those visits go.
Today was beyond spectacular (despite still being pregnant). I can't even begin to tell you how awesome the weather was here. I would say it was close to 75 near the end of the afternoon and that put me in the best mood I've been in since probably last July! To make things EVEN better, my parents came and took both boys away for the day. Rob and I had the whole day to ourselves, and we used that time to take some stuff to the dump, have a wonderful lunch together, and just enjoy the quiet in our own home. We couldn't have asked for a better gift, and the boys had such a fun time with their grandparents. I can't wait to see the photos.
I've had some contractions this evening. Nothing different, but more than usual and she seems to be trying to push her way out (or maybe she's just trying to get comfortable, I can't imagine there is much room left in there). My next appointment is tomorrow morning and I am praying the doctor gives me good news about my progress and if things go well, maybe he'll even just sent me right over to the hospital to get this party started. Just in case that happens, my mom is coming with me. If it doesn't, the two of us will take a trip to Lowes to pick up a few things for some projects that are still left around the house...there's always work to be done, and I love doing it when my mom and dad are here because they're pros and are so much help. Really, the downstairs bathroom was a dank cave, and now I love it. I never thought I would love it, but now I do.
Anyway, I'm rambling. I'm off to watch some TV and just relax a bit. Here's hoping I have a baby soon, I only have my parents here for another week, and we all know how fast those visits go.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
I Gave Them All Away
After my "aha" moment of knowing for sure I don't want more kids after this baby is born, I went right up to my room and went through all the boy clothes I had. I took out the hand made items for safe keeping, and a Halloween costume that baby girl could use, and packed up the rest (I think in all about 10 boxes) and left them for my wonderful cleaning woman whose daughter had her first grandson a few months ago. Purging all this stuff from my house felt so good. I thought I would get all weepy seeing the clothes, but that just wasn't the case. It made me almost feel free, save for the fact that I still have an 8lb bowling ball in my body.
Speaking of. I had some pretty harsh contractions last night before bed, but they went away when I finally went to sleep. A friend suggested I go straight to L&D when that happens again because more than likely they'll keep me since I'm so close to my due date. I'm thinking I may try that in the next couple days. I have no clue what "real" labor feels like. Rob kept asking me if we needed to go to the hospital, and I kept telling him no. It hurt like heck, but they weren't consistent, so I figured it was just braxton hicks. I have been doing 20 squats whenever I get a free moment though. I am hoping that will help bring the baby down...or break my water, or SOMETHING (tone my legs? That would be fine too).
Speaking of. I had some pretty harsh contractions last night before bed, but they went away when I finally went to sleep. A friend suggested I go straight to L&D when that happens again because more than likely they'll keep me since I'm so close to my due date. I'm thinking I may try that in the next couple days. I have no clue what "real" labor feels like. Rob kept asking me if we needed to go to the hospital, and I kept telling him no. It hurt like heck, but they weren't consistent, so I figured it was just braxton hicks. I have been doing 20 squats whenever I get a free moment though. I am hoping that will help bring the baby down...or break my water, or SOMETHING (tone my legs? That would be fine too).
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