Forgot to write that I told the kids about the baby 2 weeks ago. It was all very humerous! LOTS of questions from Coop including, "how did the doctor know it was in there?", "how did YOU know it was in there?" and most importantly "does daddy know?"
Sydney seems more intent in what we should name it...Pumpkin for a girl and Bowser for a boy (thanks to Mariocart for that one). Coop asked me yesterday if it was a boy if we could name it Jesus...strange since we hardly ever go to church, it must be the season. He also likes to pat my tummy and say in this high-pitched voice "hi baby, I'm your big brother". It's cute but I'm sure the kid is thinking "that doesn't really sound like a boy". Sydney likes to lift my shirt in places that that is not appropriate, mainly the middle of Target and at preschool drop-off. She also likes to give my tummy raspberries. I have no idea what the kid thinks of that!
Cooper is very concerned that we need to hurry up and buy diapers. I'm in no hurry at all to go down that road again.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
the little things
I am feeling lots of kicking and movement and it makes me sad that this will be my last baby. Don't get me wrong, I know I'm done and more to the point, Eric will divorce me if there is another, but at the same time I find myself thinking "this is the last time I'll be 19 weeks pregnant..."etc. Of course when I was saying "this is the last time I"ll be 10 weeks pregnant and puking and feeling like shit" I was much more relieved.
Personally I think I'm further along than I really am and I have 3 valid reasons for thinking it; a. pregnancy test positive before even missing a period, b. feeling movment waaay too early, like 13-14 weeks and c. measuring about 4 weeks ahead. My midwife agrees. So until I get an ultrasound in January, I won't know for sure if I'm 20 weeks today or 24, like I think I am. All of this is to say, it doesn't really matter but I'll be done sooner and able to meet this little one. My new nephew is making me so excited. Everytime I look at his pictures, I feel as if I could lactate.
Personally I think I'm further along than I really am and I have 3 valid reasons for thinking it; a. pregnancy test positive before even missing a period, b. feeling movment waaay too early, like 13-14 weeks and c. measuring about 4 weeks ahead. My midwife agrees. So until I get an ultrasound in January, I won't know for sure if I'm 20 weeks today or 24, like I think I am. All of this is to say, it doesn't really matter but I'll be done sooner and able to meet this little one. My new nephew is making me so excited. Everytime I look at his pictures, I feel as if I could lactate.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
land of the living
Well, I'm back and finally feeling like bloggging again. This past month, oh who am I kidding, 2 months have been pretty stressful. #3 baby is on its way. I thought it was a great idea until I actually took the pee on the stick test...then I wasn't so sure. You'd think I would be, the amount of back and forth I went through, but once that nausea hit, I was backpedaling.
The first month, as per my usual, found me never far away from a bathroom or plastic bag or a bed. My poor kids watched waaaaay too much TV, well, more than usual. That is the hardest part of it all, having to take care of the kids. The second month was more of a psychological battle. Depression hit really hard and I was in bed all. the. time. Even a shower seemed like too much work. I really started to feel sorry for my husband as well as my kids.
Finally I am feeling better in every way. I still have hard days but for the most part, things are looking up. Now I have to move on to figuring out where this little one will sleep, and start the Christmas shopping. Add to the fact that my husband is gone all this week, hopefully we will all survive. I'll let you know.
The first month, as per my usual, found me never far away from a bathroom or plastic bag or a bed. My poor kids watched waaaaay too much TV, well, more than usual. That is the hardest part of it all, having to take care of the kids. The second month was more of a psychological battle. Depression hit really hard and I was in bed all. the. time. Even a shower seemed like too much work. I really started to feel sorry for my husband as well as my kids.
Finally I am feeling better in every way. I still have hard days but for the most part, things are looking up. Now I have to move on to figuring out where this little one will sleep, and start the Christmas shopping. Add to the fact that my husband is gone all this week, hopefully we will all survive. I'll let you know.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Too bad the first day is followed by all the rest
My firstborn started kindergarten last week. He was ready, I was ready. I had talked about it so much I think he was sick of me "yes, mom, I'm excited to ride the bus, yes, I'm happy that I'm finally going to regular school, now please stop TALKING ABOUT IT".
I wasn't one of "those" moms, I didn't follow the bus to school to take pictures of him getting off it. The teacher said the parent's wouldn't be able to come into the classroom so what was the point. Someone suggested that I would want those pictures of him getting off the bus at school for my scrapbook....HAHAHAHAHA. How 'bout I work on his baby book! I've heard of these scrapbook things, they sound kind of scary and way too much work...I'd rather take a nap.
Anyhoo, first day went off without a hitch. He was up WAY before he needed to be, dressed, fed, etc and wanting to go wait for the bus about 20 minutes before it was scheduled to show. Keep in mind that our driveway is all of 20 feet long, not a long hike to the bus stop, not like when I was growing up and we often had to run down the 1/4 mile driveway while the bus driver patiently waited (thanks George), unless you were my older sister and much too cool to RUN like a maniac for the bus that was in no danger of leaving before it picked us up. I digress, but the memories are good. Remind me to tell you our complex system for determining who boarded the bus first.
2nd day...lots of screaming, crying and backtalk. I am proud to say that I pulled a dad when I said "you get dressed or I'll HELP you get dressed and I guarantee you won't like that". He chose (loosely) help and I thought that would be the end of it. Nope, he don't learn too good!
3rd through 5th days were fair but today was plain awful again.
I think we'll try a reward system but this whole thing is ridiculous. He is acting like such an asshole...and believe me, that is the correct word. He must do 3 things when he gets up: get dressed, eat breakfast and brush his teeth. Most kids who aren't assholes could do those all in 15 minutes TOPS, but for some reason mine cannot. Apparently he thinks there are additional tasks assigned to him, such as rolling around his bedroom floor naked wailing "I don't want to get dressed, I'm tired", and playing with the cat, and stomping downstairs screaming "I don't love you". However, these tasks are not expected of him so he is really making things worse for himself. It is entertaining for the others in the household but annoying!
I'll keep you updated on how the next week goes.
I wasn't one of "those" moms, I didn't follow the bus to school to take pictures of him getting off it. The teacher said the parent's wouldn't be able to come into the classroom so what was the point. Someone suggested that I would want those pictures of him getting off the bus at school for my scrapbook....HAHAHAHAHA. How 'bout I work on his baby book! I've heard of these scrapbook things, they sound kind of scary and way too much work...I'd rather take a nap.
Anyhoo, first day went off without a hitch. He was up WAY before he needed to be, dressed, fed, etc and wanting to go wait for the bus about 20 minutes before it was scheduled to show. Keep in mind that our driveway is all of 20 feet long, not a long hike to the bus stop, not like when I was growing up and we often had to run down the 1/4 mile driveway while the bus driver patiently waited (thanks George), unless you were my older sister and much too cool to RUN like a maniac for the bus that was in no danger of leaving before it picked us up. I digress, but the memories are good. Remind me to tell you our complex system for determining who boarded the bus first.
2nd day...lots of screaming, crying and backtalk. I am proud to say that I pulled a dad when I said "you get dressed or I'll HELP you get dressed and I guarantee you won't like that". He chose (loosely) help and I thought that would be the end of it. Nope, he don't learn too good!
3rd through 5th days were fair but today was plain awful again.
I think we'll try a reward system but this whole thing is ridiculous. He is acting like such an asshole...and believe me, that is the correct word. He must do 3 things when he gets up: get dressed, eat breakfast and brush his teeth. Most kids who aren't assholes could do those all in 15 minutes TOPS, but for some reason mine cannot. Apparently he thinks there are additional tasks assigned to him, such as rolling around his bedroom floor naked wailing "I don't want to get dressed, I'm tired", and playing with the cat, and stomping downstairs screaming "I don't love you". However, these tasks are not expected of him so he is really making things worse for himself. It is entertaining for the others in the household but annoying!
I'll keep you updated on how the next week goes.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Bleh
Not feeling so hot right now...it's like some weird inertia that I have. I'm sluggish when I wake up and I don't want to get out of bed. I could lay around the couch all day, somedays its close to noon before I'm out of my jammies. I need a new routine (I guess "new" implies that I already have one, so I'll just take "a" routine). Also need to get back on the dreadmill, that may help.
Yeah, the kids are up at the butt crack of dawn, I just feel myself groaning "nooooooo" when I hear them waking up. Is it bad that they watch 2 hours of TV before I even make it downstairs?!
Yeah, the kids are up at the butt crack of dawn, I just feel myself groaning "nooooooo" when I hear them waking up. Is it bad that they watch 2 hours of TV before I even make it downstairs?!
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
county fair
went to the county fair today...it comes in a close second to Cedar Point in people watching. Again, with the neck tattoos. Tats everywhere and most of these same people had small children. Nice role models!
Funniest quote today... we were walking through the animal areas and looking at them all. We got to the pigs and some of them had names on their pens (I would've named mine "tasty bacon" but noone asked me). One was named "Tubby" and Syd kept asking me to repeat it. When her brother and cousin finally caught up to us she said "this one is named 'bath' ". Cuteness reigns.
While we were checking out the animals, she spent almost the entire time with her fingers clamping her nose shut...just wandering around like that.
Funniest quote today... we were walking through the animal areas and looking at them all. We got to the pigs and some of them had names on their pens (I would've named mine "tasty bacon" but noone asked me). One was named "Tubby" and Syd kept asking me to repeat it. When her brother and cousin finally caught up to us she said "this one is named 'bath' ". Cuteness reigns.
While we were checking out the animals, she spent almost the entire time with her fingers clamping her nose shut...just wandering around like that.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Cedar Point
It would be alright if other people weren't there.
We took the annual family trip to CP. Last year we spent the night at the Breakers but it was pretty expensive for a crappy hotel room that smelled like Friday's so this time we decided just to go for the day.
We didn't get there until 1 because, well, we had to have McDonalds before we even entered the park. So finally we arrive...we ride all the kiddy rides and little Syd rode the biggest roller coaster she could, the one that Coop wanted nothing to do with. On the way down the big hill, she looked at me and said "I'm not scared, I'm brave!". I also rode the ferris wheel with her...even when my hands were all sweaty at the very top, she kept LEANING OUT to see what was going on at the beach. Coop continues to play it safe, preferring he rides that go around and around in a circle. I figure in about 5 more years, Syd and I will have season passes and go every chance we get for all the big roller coasters. Can't wait!
The real fun of CP, as anyone who has ever been there knows, is the people watching. Oh Lord, today didn't disappoint. Of course there were the usual sweaty, stinky people and those whose seemingly only shower in the past week was their ride on Thunder Canyon. Those are par for the course.
Neck tattoos were big today, and teenagers who brought their baby in a stroller with all their friends, and and I actually saw someone's ass cheeks hanging out of their swimsuit? skirt? something? Suffice it to say, this was not someone who would be in the running for nice ass cheeks..in fact, I felt a little nauseous looking at it and was sooo bummed that I didn't bring my phone so I could shoot a pic of it so everyone could have the same pleasure I did.
Eric and I agreed we felt like we needed to gain 50 pounds, get matching neck and back tats, get a loan at Check Into Cash and show up at Rent a Center to get us some new furniture and a big screen TV too while we're at it. Really we just felt like showering with lots of soap and even that can't get rid of the images that are seared into our brains until we return next time for a refill.
We took the annual family trip to CP. Last year we spent the night at the Breakers but it was pretty expensive for a crappy hotel room that smelled like Friday's so this time we decided just to go for the day.
We didn't get there until 1 because, well, we had to have McDonalds before we even entered the park. So finally we arrive...we ride all the kiddy rides and little Syd rode the biggest roller coaster she could, the one that Coop wanted nothing to do with. On the way down the big hill, she looked at me and said "I'm not scared, I'm brave!". I also rode the ferris wheel with her...even when my hands were all sweaty at the very top, she kept LEANING OUT to see what was going on at the beach. Coop continues to play it safe, preferring he rides that go around and around in a circle. I figure in about 5 more years, Syd and I will have season passes and go every chance we get for all the big roller coasters. Can't wait!
The real fun of CP, as anyone who has ever been there knows, is the people watching. Oh Lord, today didn't disappoint. Of course there were the usual sweaty, stinky people and those whose seemingly only shower in the past week was their ride on Thunder Canyon. Those are par for the course.
Neck tattoos were big today, and teenagers who brought their baby in a stroller with all their friends, and and I actually saw someone's ass cheeks hanging out of their swimsuit? skirt? something? Suffice it to say, this was not someone who would be in the running for nice ass cheeks..in fact, I felt a little nauseous looking at it and was sooo bummed that I didn't bring my phone so I could shoot a pic of it so everyone could have the same pleasure I did.
Eric and I agreed we felt like we needed to gain 50 pounds, get matching neck and back tats, get a loan at Check Into Cash and show up at Rent a Center to get us some new furniture and a big screen TV too while we're at it. Really we just felt like showering with lots of soap and even that can't get rid of the images that are seared into our brains until we return next time for a refill.
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