Ella: "I want to have a prince."
Me: "Every woman wants to have a prince."
Teaching Ella to have a high expectation of men at such a young age, check.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
7 Quick Takes Friday: Volume 2
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I always remember to do the 7 Quick Takes when it is not a Friday, so I always miss it. Today I remembered...booya!
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Ah, just one more week of this jitteriness and then I am done taking all my meds for the preterm contractions. I will be 36 weeks next week and the baby will be coming any time after that. I am scared and excited all at the same time. I don't want to have to do the whole labor thing again, but also, I do because then it means this long difficult pregnancy will be over and done with. Fini!
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I am always amazed at the things that entertain Ella. We just ordered a double jogging stroller and the box has turned into a little house for Ella (door and windows and all). It's a pretty narrow box, but she can stand-up in it. and it's just long enough for her to lay down in. Just don't call it a fort or you will be hearing from Ella. It's a house, a house she says!
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I am really looking forward to using this double jogging stroller. I probably won't be jogging with it, but it will be fun to go on walks and push it around. Yep, that's what I look forward to because I am a mom. By the way, my #1 criteria when looking for this stroller was that it had to be a color that stood out (i.e. red, yellow, orange) so that while walking on my road I would definitely be seen. I don't understand people who don't move over a little when they are driving by a person walking down the road, especially one pushing a stroller. Come on peeps! I always drive the way I would want someone to drive around me, duh, it just makes sense. I especially don't understand people who don't respect their own neighborhood and go flying down the streets over the speed limit. I am sure they don't like when people speed by them, but they speed themselves. I just don't get these people. Oh yeah, the stroller I found is bright red.
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I have been craving an apple bundt cake for several days now and finally broke down yesterday and made one. Mmm mmm good. It tastes (to me) just like a bear claw doughnut! I have been picking at it all day...I shouldn't be doing that, but it's too good to pass up.
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I just made Paul throw out the rest of the apple bundt cake because I just realized I have no self-control when it comes to it. I kept eating chunks out of it every time I went in the kitchen today.
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The other day I let one of my cats, Emma, outside. both cats are indoor cats only, but I just had enough of her pooping issue (I will not go into details for your sake) and I thought she would run away, but she just sat on the front porch meowing until I let her back it. Luckily everything was cleaned off by then, or I don't know what I would have done. Today was a similar issue with our cat Max. We let him outside and he just roamed around and hung out with us while we where out there and then he meowed when he wanted to come back in. Guess this means this summer when the weather is warmer the cats might get more outdoor privileges.
Friday, January 15, 2010
And Here We Go Again
Last Tuesday morning Paul and I spent another few hours at Labor and Delivery because I was having contractions between 2-5 minutes apart for several hours. We went in, they did their usual tests and I was sent home about 4 hours later.
Everything was okay, and the fetal fibronectin test came back negative which means that I won't be going into labor anytime within the next week or so. Apparently you are more likely to have a false positive on this test, and if it comes back negative it's pretty accurate.
So now we have had two recent test runs to the hospital and we are getting pretty used to the idea of being there. By the time my real labor comes around it should be a piece of cake, right? I am actually to the point where I am looking forward to labor because it means this tough pregnancy will be over and labor seems easy compared to what I have been going through.
I am constantly counting contractions and making sure I am not having consistent contractions that need to be taken care of. I am also taking medication every 4 hours to keep them at bay. Yes, I even wake up every 4 hours at night to make sure I take it. I have an alarm go off and every time it goes off Paul instinctively jumps up and squishes me in the bed to turn it off. He has some sort of built in instinct from having to work at 5:00 A.M. for the past 9 years, so he is trained to turn off the alarm right away so not to wake anyone up so early in the morning. And when I say anyone I actually mean me.
In conclusion (like I am writing a thesis paper or something), I am currently 33 weeks pregnant and I have three more weeks of constant vigilance at monitoring my contractions until it's time to cut off the medications and then I will be considered full term. What will be will be then.
Everything was okay, and the fetal fibronectin test came back negative which means that I won't be going into labor anytime within the next week or so. Apparently you are more likely to have a false positive on this test, and if it comes back negative it's pretty accurate.
So now we have had two recent test runs to the hospital and we are getting pretty used to the idea of being there. By the time my real labor comes around it should be a piece of cake, right? I am actually to the point where I am looking forward to labor because it means this tough pregnancy will be over and labor seems easy compared to what I have been going through.
I am constantly counting contractions and making sure I am not having consistent contractions that need to be taken care of. I am also taking medication every 4 hours to keep them at bay. Yes, I even wake up every 4 hours at night to make sure I take it. I have an alarm go off and every time it goes off Paul instinctively jumps up and squishes me in the bed to turn it off. He has some sort of built in instinct from having to work at 5:00 A.M. for the past 9 years, so he is trained to turn off the alarm right away so not to wake anyone up so early in the morning. And when I say anyone I actually mean me.
In conclusion (like I am writing a thesis paper or something), I am currently 33 weeks pregnant and I have three more weeks of constant vigilance at monitoring my contractions until it's time to cut off the medications and then I will be considered full term. What will be will be then.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Full-Time Parent
Full-time parent. That is what I have decided to call myself. Stay-at-home mom sounds a bit dated and I always hate saying it when people ask what I do for work. So, I just decided that I will now start saying that I am a full-time parent (or mom, or maybe stay-at-home parent, scratch that last one).
Paul laughed at me today because I told him that one thing I am looking forward to this pregnancy is not having to worry about going back to work. He laughed because I am "looking forward to not having to worry about something." But, if you know me then you know that I tend to worry about stuff, lots of stuff. I try to hide that I worry about Stuff (stuff with a capital letter) because it does seem ridiculous sometimes. So, when I realize that I won't have to worry about something I get pretty excited about it.
I also realized that while I was working full-time I thought that I was one of the only few moms that had to work. I came across blog after blog of moms not working and thought I was in the minority. Now that I am a full-time parent I realize I am more in the minority now. Most of the women I know personally, and through other means, are full or part-time working moms. I now know how lucky I am that Paul made it possible for me to stay at home with Ella, and how lucky I will be that I will not have to worry about going back to work after this pregnancy.
Yes, we made a lot of sacrifices money-wise. Worth it though, I must say. We have been lucky enough that we can even make those type of sacrifices. Looking back I realize how much spending money I had when working full-time, but I also realize that I spent it on stuff I did not need, I never saved it, it was gone by the time the next paycheck rolled around. Now, with our limited budget for the most part I don't miss having that extra money. Besides I have many other things in my life that I get to enjoy which very much outweighs having extra spending money. Money doesn't buy happiness, I am proof right here.
Paul laughed at me today because I told him that one thing I am looking forward to this pregnancy is not having to worry about going back to work. He laughed because I am "looking forward to not having to worry about something." But, if you know me then you know that I tend to worry about stuff, lots of stuff. I try to hide that I worry about Stuff (stuff with a capital letter) because it does seem ridiculous sometimes. So, when I realize that I won't have to worry about something I get pretty excited about it.
I also realized that while I was working full-time I thought that I was one of the only few moms that had to work. I came across blog after blog of moms not working and thought I was in the minority. Now that I am a full-time parent I realize I am more in the minority now. Most of the women I know personally, and through other means, are full or part-time working moms. I now know how lucky I am that Paul made it possible for me to stay at home with Ella, and how lucky I will be that I will not have to worry about going back to work after this pregnancy.
Yes, we made a lot of sacrifices money-wise. Worth it though, I must say. We have been lucky enough that we can even make those type of sacrifices. Looking back I realize how much spending money I had when working full-time, but I also realize that I spent it on stuff I did not need, I never saved it, it was gone by the time the next paycheck rolled around. Now, with our limited budget for the most part I don't miss having that extra money. Besides I have many other things in my life that I get to enjoy which very much outweighs having extra spending money. Money doesn't buy happiness, I am proof right here.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Baby Sling
I actually got myself up off the couch yesterday which was a very big feat in and of itself due to the constant contractions I am trying to keep at bay, and did something productive.
The second go around at having a baby is a little easier (minus the preterm contractions). I know what we need, what we want, want we don't want or need, what I would like to have, but know we don't need--you get the point.
So, I broke out the sewing machine I got for Christmas from my parents several years back, but have not truly used yet. I mean I have used it, tried it out more like it, but never actually completed a project on it. So yesterday I decided to sew something together that I truly want and need.
Ta-da!
This is obviously for the new baby coming soon, but it's also strong enough to hold a toddler, and this toddler did not want to get out of the sling.
By the way, I do try to do other more important productive things like dishes or vacuuming, but due to my situation I can only do so much before I start to get contractions. That's when Super Husband steps in and takes care of the rest, which is a lot and I can't thank him enough for what he does. He works hard enough as it is at his job and then comes home to take care of us as well.
The second go around at having a baby is a little easier (minus the preterm contractions). I know what we need, what we want, want we don't want or need, what I would like to have, but know we don't need--you get the point.
So, I broke out the sewing machine I got for Christmas from my parents several years back, but have not truly used yet. I mean I have used it, tried it out more like it, but never actually completed a project on it. So yesterday I decided to sew something together that I truly want and need.
Ta-da!
This is obviously for the new baby coming soon, but it's also strong enough to hold a toddler, and this toddler did not want to get out of the sling.
By the way, I do try to do other more important productive things like dishes or vacuuming, but due to my situation I can only do so much before I start to get contractions. That's when Super Husband steps in and takes care of the rest, which is a lot and I can't thank him enough for what he does. He works hard enough as it is at his job and then comes home to take care of us as well.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
A Month in Review or Long Time No See Blog
A lot has happened over this past month plus few weeks. The day, or I should say night, after Thanksgiving Paul and I spent the night at the hospital after I started having contractions. I was 26 weeks along at the time. Things were done at the hospital to stop the contractions (for the most part) and I was sent home and have been taking meds to control my contractions since then. I have been pretty good about managing the contractions, but of course still get several (or more) a day, especially on days where I try to do anything besides rest. I only have a few more weeks until I completely stop taking my meds at 36 weeks and then my doctor says I am pretty much on my own after that. So I have a feeling this baby will be coming sometime sooner rather than later.
Christmas was great especially with Ella understanding what actually is going on. We had two attempts at meeting Santa. The first was in November and the picture of her is hilarious. She was angry and trying to escape from his lap. A few weeks later she told me she wanted to see Santa again and that she would not cry this time. Those were her words. So we ventured out to the mall and she was very excited this time talking about how Santa would like the dress she was wearing and that she was not scared. Everything went well on this second meeting except for the part where she would not smile for the picture, but hey, she hasn't ever smiled for a Santa picture and we have been doing these since her very first Christmas.
I just realized that this year Ella will not be alone on the Easter Bunny's and Santa's lap. She will get to share this experience with her new little brother, Quinn. Yep we agreed on a name and started calling him by his name to Ella so we figured we are stuck with the name because it would be too confusing for Ella if we change it now. Now if only we can agree on a middle name.
New Year's Eve was spent by the three of us at home. I had a sudden strong urge to nest and was stressing out that Quinn's room was still packed to the brim with all of our junk. So Paul spent the evening cleaning out the closet (Ella's too) and finding places to store our stuff other than his room. It's not exactly finished, but it's getting closer and I feel better about it. Not the most exciting New Year's Eve, but Paul and I were never really into going out ever before and this year was no different. We always tend to stay in and I always tend to fall asleep right around 11:30 P.M. each year.
The tiredness has definitely set in this last trimester. I just found myself spacing off for the last minute or two, so I am thinking this is a good place to stop this post. So, until next time blog. Does that even make sense? My mind is too tired to work that out. There you go.
Christmas was great especially with Ella understanding what actually is going on. We had two attempts at meeting Santa. The first was in November and the picture of her is hilarious. She was angry and trying to escape from his lap. A few weeks later she told me she wanted to see Santa again and that she would not cry this time. Those were her words. So we ventured out to the mall and she was very excited this time talking about how Santa would like the dress she was wearing and that she was not scared. Everything went well on this second meeting except for the part where she would not smile for the picture, but hey, she hasn't ever smiled for a Santa picture and we have been doing these since her very first Christmas.
I just realized that this year Ella will not be alone on the Easter Bunny's and Santa's lap. She will get to share this experience with her new little brother, Quinn. Yep we agreed on a name and started calling him by his name to Ella so we figured we are stuck with the name because it would be too confusing for Ella if we change it now. Now if only we can agree on a middle name.
New Year's Eve was spent by the three of us at home. I had a sudden strong urge to nest and was stressing out that Quinn's room was still packed to the brim with all of our junk. So Paul spent the evening cleaning out the closet (Ella's too) and finding places to store our stuff other than his room. It's not exactly finished, but it's getting closer and I feel better about it. Not the most exciting New Year's Eve, but Paul and I were never really into going out ever before and this year was no different. We always tend to stay in and I always tend to fall asleep right around 11:30 P.M. each year.
The tiredness has definitely set in this last trimester. I just found myself spacing off for the last minute or two, so I am thinking this is a good place to stop this post. So, until next time blog. Does that even make sense? My mind is too tired to work that out. There you go.
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