to have wicked heartburn from feet under the ribs and horrible pelvic pain, from a hopefully not too huge head, at the same time? I am tall - my torso should have room for baby!
I feel like using the baby's full name already!
(Cade Alexander, stop torturing me! You should not be getting so big already!)
heh
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Dear D
When you go out of town, voluntarily, for the weekend and your very pregnant wife calls you (twice) you should call back.
It's not nice to make her worry about whether she will have to raise 3 boys on her own or if you're just an inconsiderate idiot.
It's been so many hours since I talked to you that I could have given birth to our
3rd child by now and you would be completely clueless. Your cell phone has a purpose, but only if you USE IT.
It's not nice to make her worry about whether she will have to raise 3 boys on her own or if you're just an inconsiderate idiot.
It's been so many hours since I talked to you that I could have given birth to our
3rd child by now and you would be completely clueless. Your cell phone has a purpose, but only if you USE IT.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
35ish weeks
Here's me, 35ish weeks. Let's all be nice to the hormonal fat lady and pretend we don't see the double chin action. Kthx.
I'll have to take another pic when baby flips. Some days it looks like a watermelon shooting straight out of my abdomen.
I'll have to take another pic when baby flips. Some days it looks like a watermelon shooting straight out of my abdomen.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Let's see...
What to blog about?
I could talk about my 3 year old's monster behavior in church and how fun it is to carry a 34 lb screamer down the aisle after communion and how I will never be able to show my face there again.
Untitled from Devan on Vimeo.
I could talk about my 3 year old's monster behavior in church and how fun it is to carry a 34 lb screamer down the aisle after communion and how I will never be able to show my face there again.
I could talk about how D won his frickin frackin rugby game and now I have to face another weekend alone, this time while I'm 36 weeks pregnant. (though I am proud of him because he scored 2 of their tries!)
I could talk about the fear that something is wrong with my 3 year old, because WHO throws tantrums that last over an hour with no amount of parental tricks or tactics making a dent in the screaming? (when he's not tantruming, he's wonderful. What gives?)
Or about the weather. How dare Mother Nature snatch spring back like that! We were wearing sandals and shorts. What's with the 40 degrees today?!
Or I could just post this picture, because it makes me smile. Yesterday was O's first birthday! It passed without much ado, we're having a party on Saturday. However, what's a birthday without cake!?
I can't believe the year has gone by so fast! Where did my baby go?
Now, enjoy this video of my kids (excuse the no pants) playing (mostly) nicely together. O is being a frog and d is just being himself.
Untitled from Devan on Vimeo.
Monday, April 07, 2008
Love & Marriage
With one of my best friends (and soon to be sister in law!) getting married soon I've been thinking a lot about what makes a marriage successful.
I've also spent a lot of time thinking back to 6 years ago, when I was in the same place, about to get married.
I was nervous. D was my longtime boyfriend/fiance, but I was still feeling unsure. I knew that he didn't care about being romantic, I knew that he wascheap frugal, and I knew his family. I knew he was a hard worker, and a good man. I knew his flaws and his strengths and I knew that the likelihood of him changing was small. In other words, I knew what I was getting into.
But he has changed, and so have I. People grow and, with any luck, you grow together instead of apart. You change, you compromise, you fight and you make it work. That's what marriage is about. Now, I've only been married for (almost) 6 years, and we've been together for almost 11 but I can't pretend to know even close to everything.
My marriage has it's ups and downs like any other. There have been disappointments, surprises, tears and anger; compromise, disillusionment and reality. There's also been love, laughter and joy. And a lot of commitment.
In my marriage, sticking power has been what's gotten us through when it seemed like things were hopeless. The ability to stick and work it out is priceless, because it's not all good times. It's not all roses and kittens.
Sometimes it sucks. Sometimes it's puking babies and no sleep. Sometimes it's 2 different goals, 2 different worlds and 2 different people struggling to meet somewhere in the middle.
But sometimes it's not. Some days I look around and I see my husband playing with our two sweet children and I know just how lucky I am; how lucky we are to have each other and this beautiful family we've created.
Every day we make choices. What to wear, what to eat; and more important choices too. We make the choice to love each other, even when it's hard. We make the choice to work at it, to make our family 1st priority, to be there for each other, to treat each other right. Sometimes we give things up that are important to us as an individual, because it's not right for us as a couple. That's what married people do.
There are so many different things that make a marriage work. Think back to when you were about to get married. What did you wish you had known then? If you could go back and tell yourself something helpful, what would it be?
I've also spent a lot of time thinking back to 6 years ago, when I was in the same place, about to get married.
I was nervous. D was my longtime boyfriend/fiance, but I was still feeling unsure. I knew that he didn't care about being romantic, I knew that he was
But he has changed, and so have I. People grow and, with any luck, you grow together instead of apart. You change, you compromise, you fight and you make it work. That's what marriage is about. Now, I've only been married for (almost) 6 years, and we've been together for almost 11 but I can't pretend to know even close to everything.
My marriage has it's ups and downs like any other. There have been disappointments, surprises, tears and anger; compromise, disillusionment and reality. There's also been love, laughter and joy. And a lot of commitment.
In my marriage, sticking power has been what's gotten us through when it seemed like things were hopeless. The ability to stick and work it out is priceless, because it's not all good times. It's not all roses and kittens.
Sometimes it sucks. Sometimes it's puking babies and no sleep. Sometimes it's 2 different goals, 2 different worlds and 2 different people struggling to meet somewhere in the middle.
But sometimes it's not. Some days I look around and I see my husband playing with our two sweet children and I know just how lucky I am; how lucky we are to have each other and this beautiful family we've created.
Every day we make choices. What to wear, what to eat; and more important choices too. We make the choice to love each other, even when it's hard. We make the choice to work at it, to make our family 1st priority, to be there for each other, to treat each other right. Sometimes we give things up that are important to us as an individual, because it's not right for us as a couple. That's what married people do.
There are so many different things that make a marriage work. Think back to when you were about to get married. What did you wish you had known then? If you could go back and tell yourself something helpful, what would it be?
Friday, April 04, 2008
Friday Confessions
1 - I just ate chocolate icing. Off a spoon. With a big glass of milk.
2 - I have 2 loads of laundry that I should be folding instead of writing this blog.
3 - d refuses to nap anymore most days so he's laying on the bed in the playroom and watching a movie so I can have a break.
4 - I had 15 contractions in the space of 4 hours a few nights ago. I know I should have called my Dr but I didn't. I know I just overdid it and didn't want to go get checked out for no reason.
5 - I tried to move the changing table by myself when it's far too heavy. (same day I had all the contractions. Stupid. ) Lesson learned.
6 - I secretly hope D loses his next rugby game so that it will be his last rugby game of the season.
7 - The floor hasn't been mopped in almost 2 weeks. It's covered in red mud but my back can't take the punishment and so I leave it.
8 - I'm hoping if the floor gets dirty enough, D will agree to hiring a maid once a week till I have the baby. (and maybe a little after...)
9 - I'm relieved to have come to a decision about Penny. Which tells me it's the right decision.
I worry about d's reaction to seeing her go. Not sure how to handle that one...
Have confessions to share? Leave your link in the comments!
2 - I have 2 loads of laundry that I should be folding instead of writing this blog.
3 - d refuses to nap anymore most days so he's laying on the bed in the playroom and watching a movie so I can have a break.
4 - I had 15 contractions in the space of 4 hours a few nights ago. I know I should have called my Dr but I didn't. I know I just overdid it and didn't want to go get checked out for no reason.
5 - I tried to move the changing table by myself when it's far too heavy. (same day I had all the contractions. Stupid. ) Lesson learned.
6 - I secretly hope D loses his next rugby game so that it will be his last rugby game of the season.
7 - The floor hasn't been mopped in almost 2 weeks. It's covered in red mud but my back can't take the punishment and so I leave it.
8 - I'm hoping if the floor gets dirty enough, D will agree to hiring a maid once a week till I have the baby. (and maybe a little after...)
9 - I'm relieved to have come to a decision about Penny. Which tells me it's the right decision.
I worry about d's reaction to seeing her go. Not sure how to handle that one...
Have confessions to share? Leave your link in the comments!
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Pets?
Do you have pets? I know I've blogged about this before, but I have terrible guilt and need an outlet for it.
We have a dog and a cat. We've had the cat since before we got married and got Penny, the dog, about 4 months before d was born. (DUMB!)
She was like our practice baby. We took her for walks, played with her, showered her with attention and loved her to pieces.
Then little d arrived on the scene. (Do you see where this is going? )
It was alright at first, I had lots of energy and was still enjoying my new role as mother, pet owner, stay at home mom, and domestic goddess.
3 years later, the term domestic goddess makes me roll my eyes as I'm on my hands and knees scrubbing red clay mud off the kitchen floor and trying to keep my huge belly from dragging the ground.
Things were OK until I had O, and the dog got demoted even farther down the totem pole. When I got pregnant the 3rd time she became another chore at the bottom of a long list.
I've never been a "disposable pet" person. I believe pets are a commitment and we adopted Penny with that in mind. Yet nearly every day I toy with the idea of finding her a new home.
It's not that she's not a good dog. She has never shown aggression towards the kids, she's sweet and smart, house broken and doesn't mind being outside, she's a good watch dog and a loving companion. She doesn't chew up things or destroy our house either. She just leaves hair and mud on everything inside and poop and hair on everything outside. But, she's a dog - I mean what did I expect?
I've tried to make it easier on myself. I bought an easy pooper scooper, put her on better dog food to control shedding and have tried (in vain) to teach her to poop in a specific part of our very large yard so that we can still use the rest of it.
I no longer play with her, take her for walks or allow her to come onto the carpet. Both to make it easier on me and because I don't have time.
I know.
How sad for the dog.
I never would have believed that I would be this kind of pet owner. I love dogs and have always wanted one that I could take everywhere and do everything with.
Now I'm just trying to make it through the day with a 3 year old, almost 1 year old and a baby who is pounding on my cervix and ribs, alternately.
D was told at work yesterday that we will probably be temporarily moving, if he accepts, to Seattle for 3 months right after the baby is born.
The issue of what to do with Penny has come up once again. Kenneling her would be ridiculously expensive and we don't have any family close by. I have friends who could come by and feed her and give her water, but for 3 months? Seems extreme and not very fair to the dog.
I can't help but revisit the thought that she'd be so much happier in a house where she was actually wanted and given some attention.
I have a lot of guilt about actually going through with finding her a new home. I mean, not ANY home would do. It would have to be a great home - way better than ours!
I really don't know if I can do it and live with the guilt. I just keep thinking that it will get better when. When the yard is fenced. When the baby is born. When things settle down. When the kids are older. When pigs fly...
We have a dog and a cat. We've had the cat since before we got married and got Penny, the dog, about 4 months before d was born. (DUMB!)
She was like our practice baby. We took her for walks, played with her, showered her with attention and loved her to pieces.
Then little d arrived on the scene. (Do you see where this is going? )
It was alright at first, I had lots of energy and was still enjoying my new role as mother, pet owner, stay at home mom, and domestic goddess.
3 years later, the term domestic goddess makes me roll my eyes as I'm on my hands and knees scrubbing red clay mud off the kitchen floor and trying to keep my huge belly from dragging the ground.
Things were OK until I had O, and the dog got demoted even farther down the totem pole. When I got pregnant the 3rd time she became another chore at the bottom of a long list.
I've never been a "disposable pet" person. I believe pets are a commitment and we adopted Penny with that in mind. Yet nearly every day I toy with the idea of finding her a new home.
It's not that she's not a good dog. She has never shown aggression towards the kids, she's sweet and smart, house broken and doesn't mind being outside, she's a good watch dog and a loving companion. She doesn't chew up things or destroy our house either. She just leaves hair and mud on everything inside and poop and hair on everything outside. But, she's a dog - I mean what did I expect?
I've tried to make it easier on myself. I bought an easy pooper scooper, put her on better dog food to control shedding and have tried (in vain) to teach her to poop in a specific part of our very large yard so that we can still use the rest of it.
I no longer play with her, take her for walks or allow her to come onto the carpet. Both to make it easier on me and because I don't have time.
I know.
How sad for the dog.
I never would have believed that I would be this kind of pet owner. I love dogs and have always wanted one that I could take everywhere and do everything with.
Now I'm just trying to make it through the day with a 3 year old, almost 1 year old and a baby who is pounding on my cervix and ribs, alternately.
D was told at work yesterday that we will probably be temporarily moving, if he accepts, to Seattle for 3 months right after the baby is born.
The issue of what to do with Penny has come up once again. Kenneling her would be ridiculously expensive and we don't have any family close by. I have friends who could come by and feed her and give her water, but for 3 months? Seems extreme and not very fair to the dog.
I can't help but revisit the thought that she'd be so much happier in a house where she was actually wanted and given some attention.
I have a lot of guilt about actually going through with finding her a new home. I mean, not ANY home would do. It would have to be a great home - way better than ours!
I really don't know if I can do it and live with the guilt. I just keep thinking that it will get better when. When the yard is fenced. When the baby is born. When things settle down. When the kids are older. When pigs fly...
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Oh my gawd
I just realized that it's now April. That means next month is May.
That means this baby is due NEXT MONTH.
Forgive me for pointing out the obvious, but that's not very long.
That means this baby is due NEXT MONTH.
Forgive me for pointing out the obvious, but that's not very long.
Wedding gifts
What was your FAVORITE gift you got at either a wedding shower or your wedding?
If you were having a shower or two, would you rather get a smaller gift for each one and the wedding, or one big gift at the wedding? (Assuming that the person sending the gift couldn't attend any of the events.)
If you were having a shower or two, would you rather get a smaller gift for each one and the wedding, or one big gift at the wedding? (Assuming that the person sending the gift couldn't attend any of the events.)
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Baby post!
I'm dying to share our top 2 names with you, but after O's name got outed a little early last year I've decided I can't post the names on the Internet. I've told my friends here in real life, but I don't really want family to know. (Mostly because a lot of them have opinions. hehe)
Think I can hold out 6-8 more weeks?
I'm terrible with secrets...
Wait, did I just say 6-8 more weeks?! That means I have 2 months or less to go! Yipes!
On one hand, that's not that long - only about 42-56 more days. (How sad is it that I had to sit here and wonder if 6x7 = 42. *sigh*) On the other hand, could these weeks go. any. slower?
Once I get to 30 weeks time just slooooows down.
There aren't enough hours in the day to get everything done lately, we've been so busy, yet I look at my ticker and I'm impatient for the time to go, go, go.
Baby's been moving and shaking lately, giving me lots of pain. Evil crotch pain when I walk is SO much fun! Water aerobics is still awesome for my hips and back, but I didn't get to go yesterday.
D didn't get home from work in time, and then I had a sling making party to go to so hopefully I'll get to go on Wednesday. I'm trying not to over do things today so that I can make it to Wednesday and still be able to walk.
The nursery is still a disaster.
Done:
Unpacked the entire closet into the rest of the room. (i.e. spread all over the floor.)
Hung up newborn and 0-3 mo clothes.
To Do:
Put crib up (thanks C!)
Move changing table from O's room to baby's room.
Put crap away.
Everything else.
Not cry about not being smart enough to do this when I wasn't so pregnant.
I asked a good friend of mine if she'll be in the delivery room with me if D can't be there (which hopefully will NOT happen!) and she was thrilled. So, backup plan made. Yay!
Speaking of not being there, we have a rugby issue. D's team will likely be in the playoffs if they win their next game. (they've only lost one game all season)
That means traveling to far-away places for championship games. His first playoff game is set for Jacksonville, FL - I'll be a few days shy of 36 weeks pregnant. Too pregnant to go with him (8 hour drive from home) but probably not pregnant enough to go into labor while he's gone. Does he go or not?
One on hand I'd feel guilty if he didn't go because it's a playoff game and I likely won't go into labor while he's gone.
On the other hand - I want to scream: DON'T GO away for a whole weekend to the BEACH to play a GAME and leave me alone with these kids FOR 2 NIGHTS while I'm 36 weeks pregnant! Nooooooooooo!!!
*ahem* Annnnyway, opinions?
(BTW - he hasn't expressed an opinion on whether or not he will go, he knows this pregnancy has been very hard on me lately and I'm not sure he'd feel good about going. That doesn't mean he won't...)
Next game after that is in Austin, TX. I have my doubts about whether they'll make it that far, but if they do this is a big game. Also, big expense because he'll have to fly. I'll be just about 39 weeks pregnant. He most likely won't be going to this one, and I can't really feel guilty about it cause at that point I'll probably want this baby out so bad I won't care about anything else.
IF his team goes this far and IF they win, the next game is after baby is born and it's in CO. Again, not going to be able to swing that expense most likely...
I should go work on the nursery now. Nesting is setting in big time!
Think I can hold out 6-8 more weeks?
I'm terrible with secrets...
Wait, did I just say 6-8 more weeks?! That means I have 2 months or less to go! Yipes!
On one hand, that's not that long - only about 42-56 more days. (How sad is it that I had to sit here and wonder if 6x7 = 42. *sigh*) On the other hand, could these weeks go. any. slower?
Once I get to 30 weeks time just slooooows down.
There aren't enough hours in the day to get everything done lately, we've been so busy, yet I look at my ticker and I'm impatient for the time to go, go, go.
Baby's been moving and shaking lately, giving me lots of pain. Evil crotch pain when I walk is SO much fun! Water aerobics is still awesome for my hips and back, but I didn't get to go yesterday.
D didn't get home from work in time, and then I had a sling making party to go to so hopefully I'll get to go on Wednesday. I'm trying not to over do things today so that I can make it to Wednesday and still be able to walk.
The nursery is still a disaster.
Done:
Unpacked the entire closet into the rest of the room. (i.e. spread all over the floor.)
Hung up newborn and 0-3 mo clothes.
To Do:
Put crib up (thanks C!)
Move changing table from O's room to baby's room.
Put crap away.
Everything else.
Not cry about not being smart enough to do this when I wasn't so pregnant.
I asked a good friend of mine if she'll be in the delivery room with me if D can't be there (which hopefully will NOT happen!) and she was thrilled. So, backup plan made. Yay!
Speaking of not being there, we have a rugby issue. D's team will likely be in the playoffs if they win their next game. (they've only lost one game all season)
That means traveling to far-away places for championship games. His first playoff game is set for Jacksonville, FL - I'll be a few days shy of 36 weeks pregnant. Too pregnant to go with him (8 hour drive from home) but probably not pregnant enough to go into labor while he's gone. Does he go or not?
One on hand I'd feel guilty if he didn't go because it's a playoff game and I likely won't go into labor while he's gone.
On the other hand - I want to scream: DON'T GO away for a whole weekend to the BEACH to play a GAME and leave me alone with these kids FOR 2 NIGHTS while I'm 36 weeks pregnant! Nooooooooooo!!!
*ahem* Annnnyway, opinions?
(BTW - he hasn't expressed an opinion on whether or not he will go, he knows this pregnancy has been very hard on me lately and I'm not sure he'd feel good about going. That doesn't mean he won't...)
Next game after that is in Austin, TX. I have my doubts about whether they'll make it that far, but if they do this is a big game. Also, big expense because he'll have to fly. I'll be just about 39 weeks pregnant. He most likely won't be going to this one, and I can't really feel guilty about it cause at that point I'll probably want this baby out so bad I won't care about anything else.
IF his team goes this far and IF they win, the next game is after baby is born and it's in CO. Again, not going to be able to swing that expense most likely...
I should go work on the nursery now. Nesting is setting in big time!
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