I like to think I'm a fairly smart person...at least most of the time I seem to have a decent amount of common sense. It seems that lately though the smallest questions or problems leave me stumped. I started to blame this on my advancing age ( I am almost 32 now!), but I have found a new scapegoat...the kids! These poor kids take the blame for so much already: my lack of a waistline, the messy house, the fact that I haven't showered yet today and almost all my clothes have some kind of food product stuck to them...well add to that Mom's memory vacation.
The funny thing is, I can remember just about any of THEIR information...I can tell you what David's favorite food is today and why it isn't apples (like it was yesterday), all the words to Hannah's latest favorite song, when Hannah cut her first tooth, how long it took for David to sleep through the night. Anything pertaining to their lives is burned on my brain...its my own information that leaves me lost. If you ask for my address, birthday or how to spell my name, you are likely to get the same blank stare and confused look as if you just asked me to tell you the square root of 9034857. If you gave me enough time, and some paper, a pencil, a calculator and the ability to phone a friend, I could probably tell you the answer to both, but shouldn't the first part be a given?
I've decided to embrace this wonderful little side effect of motherhood and instead of chalking it up to yet another area I fall short in, I'm going to look at this way...I keep the most vital info at the front of my brain for quick usage, you never know when someone may ask if David would like an apple or how the third line to to the latest Demi Lovato song goes...That is information I NEED to have at the ready...and if someone can't figure out how to spell my name...they probably aren't someone I need to be wasting time talking to anyway.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
Never a dull moment
Its been a loooong day. The contractions I've been having all along sent me to triage today. I'm used to having a lot of them (even with the nifedipine), but they usually calm down is I park myself for a little while. Today I had 11 in an hour and they didn't change at all when I layed down.
Right away I was put on the monitor and given a shot of terb, which, by the way, is one of the worst medications I have ever had the misfortune of taking. The first dose did absolutely nothing to my contractions and only succeeded in making me feel very sick. I did have some cervical changes when the nurse checked me so it started looking like it wouldn't just be a quick trip and back home.
After an hour with no change to the amount of contractions the nurse gave me a second shot and the dr ordered a fetal fibronectin test. That came back negative and the contractions finally started to level off. After another hour they were almost completely gone...the dr poked his head in and said as long as things stayed calm, I could go home. Yay!!!
So, now we are home and Ben is grounded to his room and can't come out for 6 weeks.
Just for funsies...here is a pic of the little stinker at 32 weeks.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
How much do toes weigh?
So, I've had a little time on my hands today and started thinking about my plan to lose the post-baby-pudge. I ran through the normal "eat healthy, excercise" thoughts, then jumped to my favorite solution - the quick fix. My thoughts quickly ran away with me (as they often do) and I decided what I wanted my magic number to be...every girl knows her "number" and its almost always less than what our bodies were meant to be at. Then I started the higher level math problems to try and figure out when I can "realistically" expect to reach my number.
15lbs (from baby and fluid) can be wiped away immediately
I plan on bf'ing so there extra calories burned, but it also means I'll probably be taking in more calories (hmmmm...gotta find a way around that)
1-2 lbs a week
So, if x=lbs gained my formula is... (x-15) /2 = weeks required to make it to my number. After getting disappointed with how long that could potentially take I began to wonder why that number is what I'm focusing on? We aren't required to wear our weight posted on our chests (Thank God) and other than at the dr office, I'm never asked by random strangers how much I weigh. Why do I care so much more about making it to a certain weight than my overall appearance or health? Other people will certainly notice my muffin top, painted on pants and inability to breathe in my clothes. Try as I might to not focus on what I want to weigh or how much I want to lose, its what I always come back to.
Which takes me back to my earlier thought process of the quick fix...Soooo, just out of curiosity, how much do you think toes weigh? 12 lbs each? I could stand to lose a few toes (or maybe another appendage) if it gets me to my goals faster.
SICK, SICK, SICK
15lbs (from baby and fluid) can be wiped away immediately
I plan on bf'ing so there extra calories burned, but it also means I'll probably be taking in more calories (hmmmm...gotta find a way around that)
1-2 lbs a week
So, if x=lbs gained my formula is... (x-15) /2 = weeks required to make it to my number. After getting disappointed with how long that could potentially take I began to wonder why that number is what I'm focusing on? We aren't required to wear our weight posted on our chests (Thank God) and other than at the dr office, I'm never asked by random strangers how much I weigh. Why do I care so much more about making it to a certain weight than my overall appearance or health? Other people will certainly notice my muffin top, painted on pants and inability to breathe in my clothes. Try as I might to not focus on what I want to weigh or how much I want to lose, its what I always come back to.
Which takes me back to my earlier thought process of the quick fix...Soooo, just out of curiosity, how much do you think toes weigh? 12 lbs each? I could stand to lose a few toes (or maybe another appendage) if it gets me to my goals faster.
SICK, SICK, SICK
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Sometimes inhibitions are GOOD!
I always love to see how free children are in everything they do. They don't care who is watching or how silly they may look...if the urge to spin around in circles until they get dizzy and fall down hits, they just start spinning.
I love love love that Hannah will sing at the top of her lungs in the shower, even if she only knows one line to a song...she'll just keep on repeating it or make up her own words. I love that David will put his toes in his mouth just to see if they taste good. Neither of them do these things thinking "but what will people think of me?".
While talking about this with someone, they said "don't you wish we could all feel that free to do whatever we wanted?" And I agreed...until I was changing David and he became obsessed with his pee-pee and kept trying to contort himself to get a better look.
I love and adore my husband, but if I ever walked through the door and found him nude and spread eagle on the living room floor trying to get a look at the goods, I think I'd close the door, get back in my car and keep on driving.
I love love love that Hannah will sing at the top of her lungs in the shower, even if she only knows one line to a song...she'll just keep on repeating it or make up her own words. I love that David will put his toes in his mouth just to see if they taste good. Neither of them do these things thinking "but what will people think of me?".
While talking about this with someone, they said "don't you wish we could all feel that free to do whatever we wanted?" And I agreed...until I was changing David and he became obsessed with his pee-pee and kept trying to contort himself to get a better look.
I love and adore my husband, but if I ever walked through the door and found him nude and spread eagle on the living room floor trying to get a look at the goods, I think I'd close the door, get back in my car and keep on driving.
And they lived happily ever after...our love story
You won't meet the love of your life in a bar...I've heard this countless times and had always believed it to be true.
Dave and I met in a bar. I was with girlfriends celebrating a birthday and he was with his guys celebrating....Friday???
I should mention that we were both about 15 sheets to the wind.
One of my friends needed a lighter, so I volunteered to ask the group of boys if they had one. They all say no, but to ask their friend "over there on the phone". I interrupted his call to ask...he says no. I move on.
A little while later, the guy that was on the phone comes up to us with a buddy and says he now has a lighter. "Thanks, but we found one earlier". Then we make introductions...in the course of the conversation I tell him I'm 26 and have a 4 year old daughter. He says he's 27 and has a 3 year old son "Ben". We spent some time on a bench chatting about ourselves and at the end of the night we exchange numbers.
The next morning I get a call from this boy and it goes a little something like this...
D: I have a few things I need to tell you. (That's never a good thing to hear)
T: Okaaayyy, what is it?
D: First, I want to tell you I had a really great time talking to you last night and would like to see you again. (so far so good, no scary "I used to be a woman" type confessions) The other thing is that I wasn't completely honest last night. I'm not really 27.
T: What? How old are you?
D: Guess (at this point I'm not particularly interested in guessing games with the wierdo that lied about his age)
T: NO, tell me how old you are.
D: 23 (ok, not horrible...not great, but its better than if he said 19 or 52). I also don't have a son, I was just trying to find something in common with you. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know this and if you are feeling spirited some time, give me a call.
I immediately jump on the phone with my girlfriends to discuss what horrible rotten liars all men are.
Weeelllll, later that night I was feeling "spirited" and gave the liar a call back. We set up a date for Sunday night. Before I left the house, I made sure everyone knew where I was meeting him and if they hadn't heard from me by a certain time to send a search party.
Dave says he didn't know how to best prepare for the date. He knew I had a brother and if I was as tall as I am, the brother could be a pretty big guy and apparently he thought after lying to me a confrontation with my brother might be a possibility.
Anyway, it turned out to be the most fun I'd ever had on a first date (or any date for that matter)...He brought flowers, we did all the fun 'getting to know you questions', I popped edamame beans across the room. We went for a walk around some gardens after dinner and swung in a hammock and talked non-stop.
When I got back to my car and called my girlfriends to tell them all was well I also said "I really think I could fall in love with this guy, don't let me do that".
It did take a little while for him to be known as "Dave" instead of "Liar" among my friends, but it did eventually happen and 5 years later we are going to have a real Ben.
Dave and I met in a bar. I was with girlfriends celebrating a birthday and he was with his guys celebrating....Friday???
I should mention that we were both about 15 sheets to the wind.
One of my friends needed a lighter, so I volunteered to ask the group of boys if they had one. They all say no, but to ask their friend "over there on the phone". I interrupted his call to ask...he says no. I move on.
A little while later, the guy that was on the phone comes up to us with a buddy and says he now has a lighter. "Thanks, but we found one earlier". Then we make introductions...in the course of the conversation I tell him I'm 26 and have a 4 year old daughter. He says he's 27 and has a 3 year old son "Ben". We spent some time on a bench chatting about ourselves and at the end of the night we exchange numbers.
The next morning I get a call from this boy and it goes a little something like this...
D: I have a few things I need to tell you. (That's never a good thing to hear)
T: Okaaayyy, what is it?
D: First, I want to tell you I had a really great time talking to you last night and would like to see you again. (so far so good, no scary "I used to be a woman" type confessions) The other thing is that I wasn't completely honest last night. I'm not really 27.
T: What? How old are you?
D: Guess (at this point I'm not particularly interested in guessing games with the wierdo that lied about his age)
T: NO, tell me how old you are.
D: 23 (ok, not horrible...not great, but its better than if he said 19 or 52). I also don't have a son, I was just trying to find something in common with you. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know this and if you are feeling spirited some time, give me a call.
I immediately jump on the phone with my girlfriends to discuss what horrible rotten liars all men are.
Weeelllll, later that night I was feeling "spirited" and gave the liar a call back. We set up a date for Sunday night. Before I left the house, I made sure everyone knew where I was meeting him and if they hadn't heard from me by a certain time to send a search party.
Dave says he didn't know how to best prepare for the date. He knew I had a brother and if I was as tall as I am, the brother could be a pretty big guy and apparently he thought after lying to me a confrontation with my brother might be a possibility.
Anyway, it turned out to be the most fun I'd ever had on a first date (or any date for that matter)...He brought flowers, we did all the fun 'getting to know you questions', I popped edamame beans across the room. We went for a walk around some gardens after dinner and swung in a hammock and talked non-stop.
When I got back to my car and called my girlfriends to tell them all was well I also said "I really think I could fall in love with this guy, don't let me do that".
It did take a little while for him to be known as "Dave" instead of "Liar" among my friends, but it did eventually happen and 5 years later we are going to have a real Ben.
Our Village
The point of this blog is to record all of our daily craziness because I was recently told that I won't remember all the little anecdotes and I would really like to keep them somewhere and maybe share them from time to time. I thought I'd start off with a list of the players that will undoubtedly make appearances here from time to time.
They say it takes a village to raise a child...well, this is our village.
First - the children...
Hannah - My angel. Hannah is the baby that made me a mommy. She's 10 going on 17 most days. She splits her time, half a week at home with us and the other half at her dad's house. I'm so proud to be her mom and am so excited to watch the young lady she is becoming and the woman she will one day be.
David - My little stinky. He's 20 months old now and was rascally before he was even born. We were so concerned with him being born early and small and he ended up weighing in at 10lbs 2oz. His smile and laugh constantly remind me why babies are worth the 10 month science experiment, labor, delivery and countless sleepless nights.
Ben - Soon to be the newest member of our clan. Those of you who know us well, know "Ben" is the child that brought Dave and I together. He will finally be real when he joins our family in July. He is keeping me on my toes already and we can't wait to meet him.
Now, this is our village...
Dave - My safe place to land. We've been married for 3 years now and every day has been sweeter than the previous. I was lucky enough to get to know what kind of father he would be before we had any children together and he has become an even more amazing father than I expected him to be. He lets me be me and loves me in spite of all my craziness. He is my forever.
Mom and Dad - My nest. There is not a single thing I would change about the way I grew up. Anything good in me (and I think there is a fair amount of good) came from them. Mom is one of my best friends. We drive each other crazy but I wouldn't have it any other way! Dad is still my hero. If I need advice on a big decision, he is the one I go to. They have been married almost 33 years and are the example I hope to live up to in my own marriage. They know where I've been and have helped me get to where I am. If they lived closer they would be perfect.
Nana, Paparone, Julie and Jeff (aka "Ball") - They are the people responsible for my wonderful husband. I have felt welcome in their family from the moment I met them. I can't begin to list the ways they have been my support in the last couple years. They have given me the peace of mind of knowing I have back up in any situation.
Uncle C and Aunt M- Uncle C is one of my bestest buddies. He was my 'man' of honor at my wedding. We've been through a lot together...3 buttcheeks, fork stabbings, trying to lose the cat, "GET IN THE TUB!" and countless more hilarious times. Aunt M became a part of our family about 10 years ago and I'm so glad she did. She is the sister I always wanted to trade my brother for. I'm excited we are all getting to go through our life stages together.
Every family has their own special brand of crazy and we are no exception...but it's our crazy and I love it!!!
They say it takes a village to raise a child...well, this is our village.
First - the children...
Hannah - My angel. Hannah is the baby that made me a mommy. She's 10 going on 17 most days. She splits her time, half a week at home with us and the other half at her dad's house. I'm so proud to be her mom and am so excited to watch the young lady she is becoming and the woman she will one day be.
David - My little stinky. He's 20 months old now and was rascally before he was even born. We were so concerned with him being born early and small and he ended up weighing in at 10lbs 2oz. His smile and laugh constantly remind me why babies are worth the 10 month science experiment, labor, delivery and countless sleepless nights.
Ben - Soon to be the newest member of our clan. Those of you who know us well, know "Ben" is the child that brought Dave and I together. He will finally be real when he joins our family in July. He is keeping me on my toes already and we can't wait to meet him.
Now, this is our village...
Dave - My safe place to land. We've been married for 3 years now and every day has been sweeter than the previous. I was lucky enough to get to know what kind of father he would be before we had any children together and he has become an even more amazing father than I expected him to be. He lets me be me and loves me in spite of all my craziness. He is my forever.
Mom and Dad - My nest. There is not a single thing I would change about the way I grew up. Anything good in me (and I think there is a fair amount of good) came from them. Mom is one of my best friends. We drive each other crazy but I wouldn't have it any other way! Dad is still my hero. If I need advice on a big decision, he is the one I go to. They have been married almost 33 years and are the example I hope to live up to in my own marriage. They know where I've been and have helped me get to where I am. If they lived closer they would be perfect.
Nana, Paparone, Julie and Jeff (aka "Ball") - They are the people responsible for my wonderful husband. I have felt welcome in their family from the moment I met them. I can't begin to list the ways they have been my support in the last couple years. They have given me the peace of mind of knowing I have back up in any situation.
Uncle C and Aunt M- Uncle C is one of my bestest buddies. He was my 'man' of honor at my wedding. We've been through a lot together...3 buttcheeks, fork stabbings, trying to lose the cat, "GET IN THE TUB!" and countless more hilarious times. Aunt M became a part of our family about 10 years ago and I'm so glad she did. She is the sister I always wanted to trade my brother for. I'm excited we are all getting to go through our life stages together.
Every family has their own special brand of crazy and we are no exception...but it's our crazy and I love it!!!
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