So actually this is the "hubby" as Allie likes to call me on here. I was just posting to let all of her readers know that at 6:30 last night (Friday, Sept. 28) Allie gave birth to a healthy baby girl. Layla weighed in at 8lbs. 2oz. and is 21in. long. She was delivered by C-Section, and mom and baby are doing just fine.
I'd go into more detail about the whole process, but I know that Allie will have a much more eloquent (as well as personal) way of telling it than I ever could. They should both be out of the hospital on Monday, so I'm sure that you'll get that story soon after. Thank you to all who prayed for us through this time. We realy appreciate it.
Pictures will come in a few days.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
I don't call... I don't write...
It's been a few days. It's been enough days that some of you have called or sent an email wondering where I am. I'm here. I'm stuck in the middle... in the middle of contractions that don't lead to anything, in the middle of being sick to my stomach and in the middle of waiting.
Tomorrow morning I have a blood test then I am going to stop by work and check on the girls and then I have a Drs appt at 2:15 to see if I'm ripe enough to induce yet. After that I may or may not get to have a baby.
So far... I spend a lot of time sitting on the couch, laying on my left side, and nesting in small bursts.
Not a lot to update really... just waiting some more... praying... open open open
Tomorrow morning I have a blood test then I am going to stop by work and check on the girls and then I have a Drs appt at 2:15 to see if I'm ripe enough to induce yet. After that I may or may not get to have a baby.
So far... I spend a lot of time sitting on the couch, laying on my left side, and nesting in small bursts.
Not a lot to update really... just waiting some more... praying... open open open
Sunday, September 23, 2007
All my bags are packed and I'm ready to go
I'm not leaving on a jet plane... much to Aerosmith's dismay I'm not quoting their song. I am however finally the proud owner of a fully packed hospital bag. Just in case I need it...you know... being as I have another appt tomorrow in which I may or may not be told I get to have a baby.
So we're praying for dialation people. Open...open...open...
So we're praying for dialation people. Open...open...open...
Friday, September 21, 2007
5 Hours of Waiting
After this mornings appt at 9 it was more laying around the Drs office being monitored and then after a look at my urine (TMI sorry) it was determined I was way to dehydrated for a woman who was 9 months pregnant so off the the EMC Labor and Delivery Unit we went.
I got a nice dose of IV fluids combined with anti-vomit meds. Layla got another NST stress test and they monitored my BP for awhile. I watched the cooking channel and took a nap. My dutiful husband stayed by my side even when I threatened to scream and vomit because they gave me an IV (I did neither by the way).
Today I got information though and I feel a little better having it. Until I have dialation on my own I'm not a candidate for being induced (only for a C-Section) and as long as I'm not dying and neither is the baby he'd rather not give me a C-Section because I have had a pretty high risk pregnancy and he doesn't want to make my "next" pregnancy even more difficult. Plus I'm at 37-38 weeks (depending on who you ask) so I should start dialating on my own soon anyhow...so he'd rather stick it out.
As soon as we get an opening in the cervix we'll be inducing me. Thus the every 3 day appts to check Layla and make sure I don't need a C-Section and to check that little opening for a chance to run with the bulls.
So for the next three days I'll be laying around on my side, taking anti-vomit pills and thinking about the new Sizzler salad bar which I really want to go to...while impatiently waiting for my green flag.
I got a nice dose of IV fluids combined with anti-vomit meds. Layla got another NST stress test and they monitored my BP for awhile. I watched the cooking channel and took a nap. My dutiful husband stayed by my side even when I threatened to scream and vomit because they gave me an IV (I did neither by the way).
Today I got information though and I feel a little better having it. Until I have dialation on my own I'm not a candidate for being induced (only for a C-Section) and as long as I'm not dying and neither is the baby he'd rather not give me a C-Section because I have had a pretty high risk pregnancy and he doesn't want to make my "next" pregnancy even more difficult. Plus I'm at 37-38 weeks (depending on who you ask) so I should start dialating on my own soon anyhow...so he'd rather stick it out.
As soon as we get an opening in the cervix we'll be inducing me. Thus the every 3 day appts to check Layla and make sure I don't need a C-Section and to check that little opening for a chance to run with the bulls.
So for the next three days I'll be laying around on my side, taking anti-vomit pills and thinking about the new Sizzler salad bar which I really want to go to...while impatiently waiting for my green flag.
37 Weeks
In one hour I have an OBGYN appt. I'm torn between wanting them to induce me and being terrified they will induce me. The thought of a still birth is constantly looming overhead now and I don't like it. I haven't held down/in food for more than 30 minutes in 6 days and I've scratched my skin so much I have cuts and gashes from my fingernails on my chest, feet and hands. I am exhausted but I can't sleep.
I lay in bed each night alternating between waiting for Layla to move and praying that she's ok and then praying I can stop itching long enough to just sleep a little bit.
All I want is a healthy baby. I'm sure that's all anyone wants at this stage. I'm just not sure I know (or anyone else knows for that matter) that whatever we will do will result in a healthy baby.
Today we hit 37 weeks. In my Drs office 38 weeks is the magic number. One more week and they won't worry about lung function, liver issues or early labor... but I'm not sure I'll make it that long. Layla's heartbeat was strong on Wednesday and although I couldn't feel them I was having contractions about every 2 minutes... but I have not dialated to the best of my knowledge so there is no sign of a natural end in sight.
I knew I was sick and losing motivation when my fear of IV needles which I've had since I was 5 was suddenly gone. Heck, I think I'd even be ok with a C section at this point. I've thrown up 4 times since 4 am. That can't be good for either of us... surgery sounds better than slowly wilting away.
But, there is still hope in my prayers. They said we couldn't get pregnant. They said we couldn't make it past the first trimester. They said we'd spend months on bed rest. They said a lot of things. God said... hey... wait till the 35th week then we're going to make you miserable so you'll truly understand the miracle of life I am giving you.
Ok God. I'm listening.
I lay in bed each night alternating between waiting for Layla to move and praying that she's ok and then praying I can stop itching long enough to just sleep a little bit.
All I want is a healthy baby. I'm sure that's all anyone wants at this stage. I'm just not sure I know (or anyone else knows for that matter) that whatever we will do will result in a healthy baby.
Today we hit 37 weeks. In my Drs office 38 weeks is the magic number. One more week and they won't worry about lung function, liver issues or early labor... but I'm not sure I'll make it that long. Layla's heartbeat was strong on Wednesday and although I couldn't feel them I was having contractions about every 2 minutes... but I have not dialated to the best of my knowledge so there is no sign of a natural end in sight.
I knew I was sick and losing motivation when my fear of IV needles which I've had since I was 5 was suddenly gone. Heck, I think I'd even be ok with a C section at this point. I've thrown up 4 times since 4 am. That can't be good for either of us... surgery sounds better than slowly wilting away.
But, there is still hope in my prayers. They said we couldn't get pregnant. They said we couldn't make it past the first trimester. They said we'd spend months on bed rest. They said a lot of things. God said... hey... wait till the 35th week then we're going to make you miserable so you'll truly understand the miracle of life I am giving you.
Ok God. I'm listening.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
It's Complicated...err... I mean a complication
So in the last 2 weeks I've found out about a lot of things I don't have and now finally one thing that I do have. I don't have Group Strep B, Strep Infection, or an infection of my "fill in the blank" (I've been diagnosed with 3). What I do have is called Cholestasis of the Liver.
Cholestasis in pregnancy has wonderful symptoms like all over body itching (think about chicken poxs minus the rash), flu-like symptoms (vomiting and diarrehea...ewww), jaundice of the skin (I'm yellow people), exhaustion (um... all pregnant people are exhausted in the 9th month) and a couple more symptoms I am lucky enough not to have yet.
It is caused by a decrease in liver function and according to all the websites is horrible for me and the baby. It can cause still birth if not monitored correctly. There are no meds you can take to fix it and the only cure is to have a baby. So I'll be going to the Dr every 3 days, doing lots of NST, praying a lot and most of all... I'll be being induced soon... very soon... as soon as they determine lung function is good.
Please pray for Layla. I know I'll be fine. I'm a big girl (literally) but she's going to need some functioning lungs right quick like.
Scary? Yes. Sick? Yes. Ready? Yes. Let's do this already.
Cholestasis in pregnancy has wonderful symptoms like all over body itching (think about chicken poxs minus the rash), flu-like symptoms (vomiting and diarrehea...ewww), jaundice of the skin (I'm yellow people), exhaustion (um... all pregnant people are exhausted in the 9th month) and a couple more symptoms I am lucky enough not to have yet.
It is caused by a decrease in liver function and according to all the websites is horrible for me and the baby. It can cause still birth if not monitored correctly. There are no meds you can take to fix it and the only cure is to have a baby. So I'll be going to the Dr every 3 days, doing lots of NST, praying a lot and most of all... I'll be being induced soon... very soon... as soon as they determine lung function is good.
Please pray for Layla. I know I'll be fine. I'm a big girl (literally) but she's going to need some functioning lungs right quick like.
Scary? Yes. Sick? Yes. Ready? Yes. Let's do this already.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Someone Had a Baby Boy
Nope. Not me. My sister in law... isn't he cute. 8 lb 3 oz 21 inches long...born at 2:30 this morning.
Friday, September 14, 2007
36 Weeks- Give or Take
Again today I was given another due date...October 7th this time. We'll see. I'll believe it when I see it. Today's OBGYN appt revealed a whole lot of nothing. I'm still at 1 - 2 centimeters, I have no effacement. And to top things off I have an infection and might have Strep B.
So I was swabbed, poked and proded and then they said to watch my salt intake because I've had some numbness issues. I'm off work on STD now and been assigned 2 hours of bedrest in the morning and evening every day. Yep, 4 hours a day in bed... that's gonna suck.
I go back again next Friday. I'll keep you posted.
So I was swabbed, poked and proded and then they said to watch my salt intake because I've had some numbness issues. I'm off work on STD now and been assigned 2 hours of bedrest in the morning and evening every day. Yep, 4 hours a day in bed... that's gonna suck.
I go back again next Friday. I'll keep you posted.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
The Right Tool 4 the Job
So one of my many pet peeves in life are people who don't use the right tool for a job. You know the people who use a butter knife as a screw driver or a business card for a tooth pick. It applies to everything really, people who don't know the difference between a comment online and something you should write an email to... people who fill out legal documents in pencil... that person who had to be told via the warning sticker that you can use a toaster to heat up " non-food items". Yes... you... it's not a sock warmer.
I spend a lot of my time reminding myself that some people just don't think about what they are doing. Some people have some sort of flighty air head nature about them that tells them there is no such thing as a stupid question and that it's ok to ask your not stupid question in a public place. I don't care what your teacher said... there is such a thing as a stupid question.
Dane Cook has a comedy routine that says in every group there is an @-hole. If you think your group doesn't have an @-hole it's probably you. Well stupid questions work in much the same way... if you aren't frustrated by stupid questions often... I fear you are probably the one asking them.
So how do you tell someone that they are skating around on your last nerve using your biggest pet peeve like a pitchfork? How do you nicely say...'um did you think about that first'? How do you tell someone why people think they are the @-hole sometimes?
I don't know. I do know that sometimes I ask stupid questions and sometimes I'm the @-hole in the group. Usually both can be blamed on lack of sleep, hormones and an illegit-assumption that I have a right to judge something someone else is doing.
Because really judging that something is prideful and awful, feeling entitled to be "right" isn't any of my business. There is only one person entitled to always be right and he comes with a choir of angels, eternal salvation and a wicked sense of humor (oh come on I've seen a platapus and I've eaten a star fruit).
So what makes your question stupid? What makes you the @-hole? What makes it the wrong tool for the job? Intention probably... because no matter what you intended to do if you aren't using the right tools the right way...well you're just another pet peeve waiting to happen.
I spend a lot of my time reminding myself that some people just don't think about what they are doing. Some people have some sort of flighty air head nature about them that tells them there is no such thing as a stupid question and that it's ok to ask your not stupid question in a public place. I don't care what your teacher said... there is such a thing as a stupid question.
Dane Cook has a comedy routine that says in every group there is an @-hole. If you think your group doesn't have an @-hole it's probably you. Well stupid questions work in much the same way... if you aren't frustrated by stupid questions often... I fear you are probably the one asking them.
So how do you tell someone that they are skating around on your last nerve using your biggest pet peeve like a pitchfork? How do you nicely say...'um did you think about that first'? How do you tell someone why people think they are the @-hole sometimes?
I don't know. I do know that sometimes I ask stupid questions and sometimes I'm the @-hole in the group. Usually both can be blamed on lack of sleep, hormones and an illegit-assumption that I have a right to judge something someone else is doing.
Because really judging that something is prideful and awful, feeling entitled to be "right" isn't any of my business. There is only one person entitled to always be right and he comes with a choir of angels, eternal salvation and a wicked sense of humor (oh come on I've seen a platapus and I've eaten a star fruit).
So what makes your question stupid? What makes you the @-hole? What makes it the wrong tool for the job? Intention probably... because no matter what you intended to do if you aren't using the right tools the right way...well you're just another pet peeve waiting to happen.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Say It Like You Mean It
For the last 2 weeks when people ask me how I'm feeling or how the pregnancy is going I always answer "I'm ready to be done" but in the back of my head I'd always silently add...almost. You see I'm a planner and I wasn't quite done yet. I needed a diaper bag. I am the only woman in America who registered for a diaper bag and did not get it at her baby shower so I had to order one from Babies R Us. They take a long time to stick things in the mail at the baby store. So it took almost a week and a half for me to get my new messanger bag style diaper bag. But it's here. There is stuff in it. I'm ready now. She can come whenever she wants.
My Drs appt is on Friday and I have prepared myself for him telling me it will still be weeks. Because really it should be weeks... even if I'm itchy all over and I can't sleep that doesn't mean the time frame should be shorter...although I know I'm totally willing to try to find ways to make it that way... now that I am done shopping.
My Drs appt is on Friday and I have prepared myself for him telling me it will still be weeks. Because really it should be weeks... even if I'm itchy all over and I can't sleep that doesn't mean the time frame should be shorter...although I know I'm totally willing to try to find ways to make it that way... now that I am done shopping.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Houston We Have a Problem
It appears that while I didn't realize it I actually bought a bassinet for the cat. I can't keep her out of it, and even if I could I might not want to because while she sleeps in it she's not trying to sleep on my chest. Now the problem is, where do you put the baby... down the hall in the crib? in the moses basket on the bed? I dunno... I guess we'll deal with that when we get there.
I'm so bored. I'm not even on full maternity leave yet and I'm already making myself little lists of things to do because without them I'm bored stiff.
God I hope she comes early.
I'm so bored. I'm not even on full maternity leave yet and I'm already making myself little lists of things to do because without them I'm bored stiff.
God I hope she comes early.
Saturday, September 08, 2007
35 Weeks
My sister in law has spent this last week on the brink of labor. She's also 2 centimeters but is 50% effaced and having contractions 2-3 minutes apart...for 3 days now. She's going to end up being about a week to two weeks early. I am jealous.
My other sister in law told me a month or so ago that 36 weeks along you just suddenly want to be done being pregnant. I couldn't agree more. I am suddenly very pissed when I drop something and I have to bend over to pick it up. I don't want to do anything or go anywhere I just want to give birth so I can have my freedom of mobility back. Even if it's with my hands full.
Today is my 1st anniversary. It comes at the end of a very bad week. Family fueds, my insurance dropped the hospital I'm supposed to deliver at and I hit the 36 week wall...give or take a few days. I love my husband to death... but I see take out food and bad tv in our anniversary plans.
I have an OBGYN appt on the 14th and after that I'll be off work...but even that doesn't make me excited. I just want to eat, nap and have a baby already. Well... I want to wait till Wednesday to have the baby at least...that's when the last of the baby stuff should arrive and we'll be ready for her. But other than that... I just want to be done.
My other sister in law told me a month or so ago that 36 weeks along you just suddenly want to be done being pregnant. I couldn't agree more. I am suddenly very pissed when I drop something and I have to bend over to pick it up. I don't want to do anything or go anywhere I just want to give birth so I can have my freedom of mobility back. Even if it's with my hands full.
Today is my 1st anniversary. It comes at the end of a very bad week. Family fueds, my insurance dropped the hospital I'm supposed to deliver at and I hit the 36 week wall...give or take a few days. I love my husband to death... but I see take out food and bad tv in our anniversary plans.
I have an OBGYN appt on the 14th and after that I'll be off work...but even that doesn't make me excited. I just want to eat, nap and have a baby already. Well... I want to wait till Wednesday to have the baby at least...that's when the last of the baby stuff should arrive and we'll be ready for her. But other than that... I just want to be done.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
9 Mo Preggo
Just in case anyone forgot exactly how big an 8-9 pound baby looks in a curvy girl... I give you the little black dress... in all it's stretched out...maxed out... preggo out... glory.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
I had it...then I lost it...
I had this long post ready about my weekend and then my laptop battery died. I decided not to retype it. Instead I am writing this lovely short post about my OBGYN appt today.
I'm starting to dialate, I'm at between 1-2 centimeters. I go back in a week and a half (to get me on the right weekday for how far along I am now).
The baby they think is between 8-9 pounds. Yikes!
That's about it.
I'm starting to dialate, I'm at between 1-2 centimeters. I go back in a week and a half (to get me on the right weekday for how far along I am now).
The baby they think is between 8-9 pounds. Yikes!
That's about it.
Friday, August 31, 2007
34 Weeks
So this week has been extremely busy. Company meetings, client presentations, payroll runs, event planning, event attending, etc have all been back to back to back. So I wasn't at all suprised when I started having Braxton Hicks.
Then today the OBGYN calls me to tell me my glucose is fine, my iron is fine but from the looks of it I might be farther along then they think... they thought I was 34 weeks but I could be as much as 2 weeks off... that's 36 weeks people!! That would put me at Oct 2nd which is the date I've been using all along. We find out for sure at my appt on Tuesday.
That explains why the baby dropped in week 33, and why for the last two days I have a contraction every hour on the hour. The time it is a coming.
It's probably still a few weeks out. Past the baby shower, past the last day at work, past the point of no return, but definitely past 34 weeks... because according to today's call...we're already there.
Then today the OBGYN calls me to tell me my glucose is fine, my iron is fine but from the looks of it I might be farther along then they think... they thought I was 34 weeks but I could be as much as 2 weeks off... that's 36 weeks people!! That would put me at Oct 2nd which is the date I've been using all along. We find out for sure at my appt on Tuesday.
That explains why the baby dropped in week 33, and why for the last two days I have a contraction every hour on the hour. The time it is a coming.
It's probably still a few weeks out. Past the baby shower, past the last day at work, past the point of no return, but definitely past 34 weeks... because according to today's call...we're already there.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
6 AM Ramblings
Yesterday was a busy day. I had to run payroll at work, I had a client meeting across town and the power went off half way through training someone. By the time I got home at 4 I was hot, tired and still had a good hour worth of work related stuff to do. It happens sometimes.
The hubby worked the closing shift at work last night so I made my way through the evening talking to my mother on the phone, making myself a simple dinner and watching law & order reruns. When I went to bed at 8:30 I was exhausted.
Perhaps that is why as soon as I went to bed I started having Braxton Hicks contractions. I've had them off and on all night, never quite comfortable, never 100 % asleep. It is 6 am and 45 minutes ago I gave up on sleeping altogether.
I have a client presentation today and a company meeting I am in charge of tomorrow. As you already know the weekend is completely booked. I'm hoping this sleeping problem goes away tonight because otherwise I might look very poorly by my OBGYN appt Tuesday afternoon.
The best part? If you are up at 6 am there is nothing to eat, nothing on tv and you can't make any noise because the hubby wants to sleep. So what do you do at 6 am? You work. From home.
God I'm pathetic.
The hubby worked the closing shift at work last night so I made my way through the evening talking to my mother on the phone, making myself a simple dinner and watching law & order reruns. When I went to bed at 8:30 I was exhausted.
Perhaps that is why as soon as I went to bed I started having Braxton Hicks contractions. I've had them off and on all night, never quite comfortable, never 100 % asleep. It is 6 am and 45 minutes ago I gave up on sleeping altogether.
I have a client presentation today and a company meeting I am in charge of tomorrow. As you already know the weekend is completely booked. I'm hoping this sleeping problem goes away tonight because otherwise I might look very poorly by my OBGYN appt Tuesday afternoon.
The best part? If you are up at 6 am there is nothing to eat, nothing on tv and you can't make any noise because the hubby wants to sleep. So what do you do at 6 am? You work. From home.
God I'm pathetic.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Do Over Day
Today was the infamous do over of my glucose test. Today was also the day I got to do over two things I had previously had done at work. At least I thought I had them done till someone informed me I was doing them over.
All in all, if I make it through this week I'm going to develop a large head...a swelled ego...a huge burst of confidence...ok more like an intense desire to take a nap.
Tomorrow I get to run a company worth of payroll, attend two meetings and do a client demo. The next day I get to prep for an event, do a client meeting and update my staff for while I'm out. The day after that I have a huge company meeting and a huge sales meeting. Saturday is my baby shower and my husband's birthday party (and the caterer just canceled for his party) and Sunday is my sister in laws baby shower which I am throwing (and totally ready for yo!). Monday is a holiday and I will the person laying on the couch in a near coma if anyone needs me because Tuesday I have a full work day and an OBGYN appt where hopefully I will be pulled from work and put on maternity leave...because if I'm not... I'm going to cry.
All in all, if I make it through this week I'm going to develop a large head...a swelled ego...a huge burst of confidence...ok more like an intense desire to take a nap.
Tomorrow I get to run a company worth of payroll, attend two meetings and do a client demo. The next day I get to prep for an event, do a client meeting and update my staff for while I'm out. The day after that I have a huge company meeting and a huge sales meeting. Saturday is my baby shower and my husband's birthday party (and the caterer just canceled for his party) and Sunday is my sister in laws baby shower which I am throwing (and totally ready for yo!). Monday is a holiday and I will the person laying on the couch in a near coma if anyone needs me because Tuesday I have a full work day and an OBGYN appt where hopefully I will be pulled from work and put on maternity leave...because if I'm not... I'm going to cry.
Monday, August 27, 2007
27 Things I Love for His 27th Birthday
Today is the hubby's 27th birthday and so I have decided to list 27 things I love about him...to celebrate the day he was born.
1. Every night when I go to bed my husband "tucks me in". He turns on the alarm clock, adjusts the bedding and sits and talks with me for a few minutes before kissing me goodnight and turning off the light.
2. He can't match his clothing to save his life. But he tries, lord he tries, and I think it's adorable.
3. Family comes first. Whenever his mother, sister or brothers need something he is quick to drop what he is doing and try to help. This includes being the only 27 year old man I know that would volunteer to babysit a 9 month old girl so she doesn't have to get dragged to a baby shower next week and hanging lots and lots of things in other people's houses.
4. He eats things that come from the microwave- willingly. Those of you who know me know I can't stand pre-made foods. So having a husband who'd willingly eat a frozen burrito on the nights I don't want to cook...rocks!
5. He takes out the trash. Every. Single. Week. I don't have to ask. It's just something he does. In fact I bet it's been at least 6 months since I touched the trash.
6. My hubby shops. Not all the time, but when I need him to he'll run to the store...or several stores. He's good with a list and usually brings back exactly what I asked for.
7 & 8. He loves God with all his heart and his mommy with all his soul. So when I got married it bothered me that I ranked 3rd. Jesus. Mommy. Wife. Now though, I find it very passionate for someone to be able to love me, Jesus, and his mommy all about the same amount.
9. He hates my cat...unless you're not looking in which case he's totally whipped by the cat.
10. He can make me laugh when I'm really upset and when I'm really really upset he's smart enough to leave the building so I can have quiet time alone with my cleaning supplies.
11. He loves his job and he tries to help other people find things in their lives they can love so that they enjoy their responsibilities as well.
12. He can't listen and play a video game at the same time but he can hold a conversation quite nicely while I watch the food network or during the commercials of Law & Order. (Seriously, I'm a talker people, I have to talk during the commercials).
13. He likes to travel but isn't annoyed that we've been on lock down for 9 months due to a high risk pregnancy.
14. Ditto to #13 but replace "to travel" with "get busy".
15. He has never treated me in a disrespectful manner, even when I was being a shakespear style shrew with 3 heads and a forked tail.
16. He tried to eat the world's worst pinto beans the other day just because I made them. He didn't even say anything smart when I declared them "too salty to eat".
17. He's witty. I have a huge thing about charismatic people. If he couldn't hold his own in a battle of the tongue and wit I'd have to replace him.
18. He doesn't let me win and sometimes he does lose. Now if only I could get him to give me
"the list", I'd like to win that one.
19. He is not a martyr but he will self sacrifice for love. For instance, when I was heartbroken because our friends couldn't help us move he moved 90% of the stuff we own on his own in the summer heat because he knew I was pregnant and nesting and I would appreciate it. He's very "service oriented" for his language of love.
20. He still gets excited when we go to Disneyland. Everyone should have an inner child. That little part inside of them that wants to skip and eat ice cream and stay up late.
21. He doesn't panic. Ever. I know...it sounds crazy?! But, I can honestly say I have never seen him panic.
22. He loves well. Everyone. Even you... even if he doesn't know you yet. Even if you hurt him yesterday. Even if you might hurt me. He'll love you..at a safe distance. But you'll feel loved.
23. He's creepy optimistic. The glass is half full, the money will stretch, the plan will work and the prayer will be answered. Period.
24. He looks damn good in a tux. Or a bathing suit. Or his birthday suit. I may be bias.
25. He's going to make a great father, he's already an amazing Uncle. My niece adores him with all her being and follows him around and crawls all over him. She's smitten too. But he's mine.
26. He's a great friend. Even when people aren't the best at being friends back. He can see around it to the way they are "trying" and give them the benefit of the doubt and all these other things I never think to do.
27. He is the better half.
1. Every night when I go to bed my husband "tucks me in". He turns on the alarm clock, adjusts the bedding and sits and talks with me for a few minutes before kissing me goodnight and turning off the light.
2. He can't match his clothing to save his life. But he tries, lord he tries, and I think it's adorable.
3. Family comes first. Whenever his mother, sister or brothers need something he is quick to drop what he is doing and try to help. This includes being the only 27 year old man I know that would volunteer to babysit a 9 month old girl so she doesn't have to get dragged to a baby shower next week and hanging lots and lots of things in other people's houses.
4. He eats things that come from the microwave- willingly. Those of you who know me know I can't stand pre-made foods. So having a husband who'd willingly eat a frozen burrito on the nights I don't want to cook...rocks!
5. He takes out the trash. Every. Single. Week. I don't have to ask. It's just something he does. In fact I bet it's been at least 6 months since I touched the trash.
6. My hubby shops. Not all the time, but when I need him to he'll run to the store...or several stores. He's good with a list and usually brings back exactly what I asked for.
7 & 8. He loves God with all his heart and his mommy with all his soul. So when I got married it bothered me that I ranked 3rd. Jesus. Mommy. Wife. Now though, I find it very passionate for someone to be able to love me, Jesus, and his mommy all about the same amount.
9. He hates my cat...unless you're not looking in which case he's totally whipped by the cat.
10. He can make me laugh when I'm really upset and when I'm really really upset he's smart enough to leave the building so I can have quiet time alone with my cleaning supplies.
11. He loves his job and he tries to help other people find things in their lives they can love so that they enjoy their responsibilities as well.
12. He can't listen and play a video game at the same time but he can hold a conversation quite nicely while I watch the food network or during the commercials of Law & Order. (Seriously, I'm a talker people, I have to talk during the commercials).
13. He likes to travel but isn't annoyed that we've been on lock down for 9 months due to a high risk pregnancy.
14. Ditto to #13 but replace "to travel" with "get busy".
15. He has never treated me in a disrespectful manner, even when I was being a shakespear style shrew with 3 heads and a forked tail.
16. He tried to eat the world's worst pinto beans the other day just because I made them. He didn't even say anything smart when I declared them "too salty to eat".
17. He's witty. I have a huge thing about charismatic people. If he couldn't hold his own in a battle of the tongue and wit I'd have to replace him.
18. He doesn't let me win and sometimes he does lose. Now if only I could get him to give me
"the list", I'd like to win that one.
19. He is not a martyr but he will self sacrifice for love. For instance, when I was heartbroken because our friends couldn't help us move he moved 90% of the stuff we own on his own in the summer heat because he knew I was pregnant and nesting and I would appreciate it. He's very "service oriented" for his language of love.
20. He still gets excited when we go to Disneyland. Everyone should have an inner child. That little part inside of them that wants to skip and eat ice cream and stay up late.
21. He doesn't panic. Ever. I know...it sounds crazy?! But, I can honestly say I have never seen him panic.
22. He loves well. Everyone. Even you... even if he doesn't know you yet. Even if you hurt him yesterday. Even if you might hurt me. He'll love you..at a safe distance. But you'll feel loved.
23. He's creepy optimistic. The glass is half full, the money will stretch, the plan will work and the prayer will be answered. Period.
24. He looks damn good in a tux. Or a bathing suit. Or his birthday suit. I may be bias.
25. He's going to make a great father, he's already an amazing Uncle. My niece adores him with all her being and follows him around and crawls all over him. She's smitten too. But he's mine.
26. He's a great friend. Even when people aren't the best at being friends back. He can see around it to the way they are "trying" and give them the benefit of the doubt and all these other things I never think to do.
27. He is the better half.
Friday, August 24, 2007
33 weeks
Last night, my husband slept on the couch. I'm sure this is due to several small factors of being 33 weeks pregnant. I am uncomfortable and require lots of rolling over and stacking pillows...so his territory on the bed has gradually gotten smaller and smaller. Also, I have a very low tolerance for his snoring now and it can keep me up all night. It probably doesn't help that I get up to go pee three times a night only to come back to bed and rustle around for another 20-30 minutes. What can I say? I love a man who'll take one for the team.
33 weeks pregnant has brought a few interesting things with it. For instance, everyone tells you the baby will put it's foot into your lung under your ribs. No one talks about the long baby that puts it's whole leg on the outside of your rib cage just under your skin and then hangs there upside down like batman having a nice little rest. That was very alarming the first time it happened. Not that it hurt, because it didn't/doesn't but just no one had told me that it could happen.
Also discovered in this week of pregnancy was the exact feeling of having someone push their little tiny head into your pelvic bone. On the upside I know that this is prep for labor and at some point I'm going to be all stretched out and ready to go. On the downside, it makes you have to pee. Not that "hey I need to pee" sort of feeling...more the "holy heck I had to go pee 2 minutes ago, pee pee dance in the hallway feeling."
So depending on who you ask I'm either 33 or 34 weeks along. Fun no? I have no idea when I'm due but I do know that next week will probably be my last week at work and I can't wait for that part to be slightly resolved. There is something to be said for having no money but being able to sleep in.
I have a blood test next week and a OBGYN appt on the 4th...that appointment will tell me whether I keep working or not. Wish me luck.
33 weeks pregnant has brought a few interesting things with it. For instance, everyone tells you the baby will put it's foot into your lung under your ribs. No one talks about the long baby that puts it's whole leg on the outside of your rib cage just under your skin and then hangs there upside down like batman having a nice little rest. That was very alarming the first time it happened. Not that it hurt, because it didn't/doesn't but just no one had told me that it could happen.
Also discovered in this week of pregnancy was the exact feeling of having someone push their little tiny head into your pelvic bone. On the upside I know that this is prep for labor and at some point I'm going to be all stretched out and ready to go. On the downside, it makes you have to pee. Not that "hey I need to pee" sort of feeling...more the "holy heck I had to go pee 2 minutes ago, pee pee dance in the hallway feeling."
So depending on who you ask I'm either 33 or 34 weeks along. Fun no? I have no idea when I'm due but I do know that next week will probably be my last week at work and I can't wait for that part to be slightly resolved. There is something to be said for having no money but being able to sleep in.
I have a blood test next week and a OBGYN appt on the 4th...that appointment will tell me whether I keep working or not. Wish me luck.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
HoHoHo Annonymous
I really think there should be a support group for people like me. People who are planning their holidays even though it's only August 29th. HoHoHo Annonymous- that's what I'd call it. It would have great attendance, women with piles of shopping catalogs and laptops with lots of saved links. We could decorate the room in July and leave it up until Christmas then we'd rip it down and start planning for the next July. The whole place would smell like pine trees and cinnamon and you could faintly hear the Christmas classics playing in the background.
But, there isn't a group for people like me. So instead of enjoying my pre-Christmas planning bug I spend a lot of time pretending like I'm not secretly planning what to get people. I've gotten decent at it. And stashed in my purse there is already a list of the people I'm going to shop for and I've even crossed a few people off because I'm ::gasp:: already done with them.
Last month I asked you to make a list of the people you need to shop for. This month will be even harder... make a list of things you do and don't want to do this holiday that you put yourself through. Then tape it to your fridge. Seriously!
It's time to change Christmas into something you enjoy. Wanna see part of my list? I know you do...
I do want to spend Christmas day in my own home with my own family.
I don't want people to feel obligated to come to my house, so if they have other family options I'd honestly prefer they go there.
I do want to get something great for my husband and my daughter.
I do not want to spend any time at Day after Thanksgiving sales.
I do want to eat turkey.
I do not want to cook turkey.
So what about your list??
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