You could say I'm a little sore and tired today.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
You could say I'm a little sore and tired today.
Monday, April 20, 2009
"BOO! BOO! RUBBISH! FILTH! SLIME! MUCK! BOO! BOO! BOO!"
No? Well, begin watching this at the 5:24 mark to get the full effect. Or you can watch the whole thing to test your Princess Bride skillz. I just love that movie, but I digress.
That was pretty much my feeling after my visit to the OB today. I'm due on Thursday, that's just three days from now, and yet there's still NOTHING going on in the baby-vacating-the-premises-department. I saw him last Thursday, and he wanted to see me again today. He actually looked disappointed himself, and maybe a little sad. He said he was really surprised at the lack of progress that's going on.
I woke up at 5:30 Saturday morning, and laid in bed awake for two hours with LOTS of pressure and discomfort. I just KNEW I'd be waking up Hubs any minute to tell him my water had broken and we needed to get the heck out of Dodge... and fast, since we live outside of town. Eventually I fell asleep again, and woke up to the feeling gone. I was so sure it would be the day. The funny thing is, Hubs said he had that same feeling, minus the pressure and discomfort. The big jerk was sleeping pretty soundly from what I could tell. Same thing on Sunday. So when I went to the doc today, I just knew he was going to freak out that I had a baby staring back at him, and rush me over to the hospital to deliver.
But nooooooooooo. THIS baby isn't ready to come out yet. And not for some time, apparently. Hubs walked me to the car, and I bit his head off about something (does it really matter what?) and he said, "Hey! Don't turn this into a gripe-fest at me! I'm just as anxious as you are to get this baby out!"
(They're getting louder.)
Then he amended it by saying, "Okay. Maybe I'm not quite as anxious as you are. But I really do want you to have him soon!"
So forgive my grumpy moodiness, if you will.
I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo over housing a toddler in my abdomen.
Please, everyone, send OPEN thoughts my way. My cervix thanks you.
P.S. To the
men that read this blog man that reads this blog my brother: I'm sorry I typed the word cervix.
Christian and Cullen have a swing set that Hubs put together for them years ago, but after being moved around the yard and being blown around in a hurricane, it could use some rest.
Dad Blogs is giving away an AWESOME new swing set! But if you want in on it, you'd better hurry. It ends tomorrow!
It's the the Three Ring Adventure from Kids Creations, and features:
Ductile Iron Swing Hangers
2x6 Safety Steps
Rock Climbing Wall
Disc Rope Swing
10' Heavy Duty Wave Slide
2 Safety Handles
12oz Vinyl Canopy
4 Position Swing Beam
4x6 Deck Supports
4x6 Swing Beam
5' Deck Height
How cool does that sound???
I would love to have this for my kids because of all the safety features that come with it. Plus, there's just so many different things to do!
Wish me luck!
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Her daughter is a senior this year, and is one of the brightest, sweetest, most talented and charismatic young ladies I've had the pleasure of teaching.
Her mother was probably the strongest, most devoted and caring moms I've ever met. She was a true woman of God, and expected nothing less than the best from her children. I know she's in Heaven, and I keep reminding myself of that, but it doesn't lessen the pain for the daughter and husband and son who's still here.
I didn't sleep much last night. I kept up a rambling prayer for my student that wouldn't have made sense to anyone but God. I'm thankful that even when we don't know the words to pray, the Bible says in Romans 8:26 "In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express." She has a tender heart and I know this will make the end of her senior year more difficult than anyone could have imagined.
Please, please pray for this family.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Today officially marks one week of daily vomiting and diarrhea. Multiple bouts daily, actually.
Hubs and Christian each had it for a day, but got over it very quickly. I never got it, just keep feeling queasy.
Cullen has been keeping his breakfast down, and sometimes lunch, but then throws everything up just before dinner. Then he's starving and wants to eat everything he sees or can think of.
We've been feeding him rice, applesauce and dry toast or crackers, and lots of pedialyte.
Today he is SUPER grouchy and whiney. Every "no" sends him into a fit.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Let me say that again:
MY HOUSE IS CLEEEEEEEEEEEEEAN!!!
It hasn't been this clean since the builder pulled his people out and we started moving boxes in.
The floors, bathrooms and kitchen have been filthy, but I just haven't been able to clean them. Not only is it awkward and hard on me, but I just don't have the energy. So I looked in the yellow pages for housecleaning services and started calling places. They seemed a tad overpriced to me, and by "a tad," I mean, "Hell-o! I intend to send my kids to college, thankyouverymuch!"
I had my hair trimmed and touched up Thursday night, and asked around the salon if anyone knew of a good cleaning service. Turns out, my former boss has a lady that he's really happy with, and he recommended her to the parent of a former student, and she is also really happy with her. So I called him and asked for her number. He said she does a really great job, so I called her on Friday.
She doesn't speak English, so her daughter translated over the phone, and asked if they could come look at my house. They came maybe 30 minutes later, and checked the place out. I heard the word "dirty" whispered a few times. But they were right... it was. I just had to laugh. Cleaning a bathtub or shower stall hasn't been exactly on my list of priorities lately. Or, like, EVER. I told her all I needed was for the carpets to be vacuumed, the tile floors swept and mopped, and the bathrooms cleaned.
So she said she'd be here today at 10:00.
She left at 2:30, after moving almost every piece of furniture in the house, SCRUBBING the shower stall (it's clean, for the first time since the grout dried!), cleaning every square inch of both bathrooms, polishing the wood cabinets, cleaning the dust off every surface, fluffing the pillows, making the beds, cleaning the ceiling fans, moving every knickknack I own to clean them and under them, dusting the pictures and crosses on the walls, and cleaning the mirrors. Lord only knows what else they cleaned.
I think I'll go take a nap.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
First of all, I had to wake Cullen up at 11:20. Not from a nap; that was after being in bed all night. His room smelled funny, but I thought Hubs had left a dirty diaper in there. There was a dirty diaper all right-- on Cullen's bottom. So I changed his diaper, got him dressed, and took him into the bathroom to brush his hair and teeth. And I smelled him again.
So we went back to his room, where I changed the second gloopy poopy diaper in 15 minutes. He didn't have fever, and didn't seem to be feeling bad, so we went to lunch. I didn't want to give him breakfast, since we would be eating lunch within minutes, so I just gave him a sippy cup of milk on the way.
We got there and tickled and played while we waited for my friend to arrive. Several people told him how cute he was. He started asking for french fries and a drink. We ordered, got our food, and went into the kids' area. He wouldn't eat, but just kept drinking his Sprite, which isn't too unusual, except for the fact that he hadn't eaten anything since he woke up. I thought he'd be starving.
He was walking around and playing on the slides, when, again, I smelled something. Yep. It was Cullen. I grabbed the diapers and wipes, and waited with him outside the restroom, when suddenly he starts saying, "No, Momma! No!" and looking panicked. I knew it was coming, but there was absolutely nothing around with which to catch it. He puked. An entire sippy cup full of milk. All over the floor. All over himself. All over his new shoes. And then stood there crying.
I went into the bathroom to clean him up (two messes, by this time) while my friend packed up our lunch for us. Then we headed home, a miserable, stinking, crying mess. And Cullen wasn't doing too well, either. ;)
That day, I think he threw up four or five times. I have no idea how many squishy diapers I changed. I bathed him three times, and had to wash his ganket about that often, too. When I went to put him down for a nap, I noticed his room still smelled funny. There was dried puke all over his bed. Poor baby. He must have gotten sick in the night. So I changed his sheets, washed another load of laundry that included multiple stuffed animals, and put him to bed.
Tuesday was pretty much a carbon-copy of Monday, with the exception of McDonald's, and the addition of Christian. She woke up complaining of a bad stomachache, so I kept her home. She was off-the-wall most of the day. Again, I ended up bathing Cullen three times, washing his ganket way too often, and put them both in bed early. Hubs worked late.
Today, I woke him up at 10:45. He was super cranky. And for being asleep for over 14 hours, his diaper wasn't nearly as wet as it should have been. Immediately he started crying for his milk and waffle, which he eats every. single. morning. Unfortunately, the toaster broke when Hubs tried to toast his bread this morning, so Cullen got a microwaved waffle. I really didn't want to give him anything, but he was adamant that he wanted milk and not the dreaded Pedialyte I've been trying to force-feed him. So I caved, and gave him the milk. Which he drank down immediately. And then threw up. And then began crying and asking for more milk. Ugh. I gave him a half-cup, and a mini donut, which he was begging for, and he actually kept it down.
But he was so lethargic and sleepy, and kept coming to me for snuggling and holding (which he never does! I'm not complaining, though!) so I put him down for a nap.
I called the doctor, and they said I could bring him in right then, so I got him out of bed, and took him. In his jammies. Mother of the Year, I'm saying.
I'm so proud of him; it's the first visit that he charmed the doctor and nurses. Usually he's screaming and crying so loud I can't hear half of what they're telling me. Today, he was thanking the nurse for taking his temperature, and every time the doctor moved the stethoscope around his chest, he'd thank him, too! He even gave the doctor high-fives.
Turns out, Cullen has a very contagious virus, and was about the seventh patient the doctor saw today with these symptoms. I'm to give him phenergan, and pedialyte as much as possible. He said it may take a week for him to get over it. Yippee. I can't tell you how much I love crawling around the floor, cleaning up vomit, at 38 weeks pregnant. Not to mention, the changing of the sheets and the washing of the laundry and the bathing of the toddler and the changing of the diapers. So. Much. Fun.
Tonight he woke up from his nap crying. He was inconsolable for a while, but gradually calmed down. Now all he wants are popsicles. And since we have a freezer full of pedialyte pops, and two more boxes in the pantry, I'm okay with that.
My stomach has been quite queasy the last two days. All I have to say is I better not get this crud. The last thing I need is to go into labor while kneeling over the toilet. Or while cleaning up puke.
You know all those popsicles he wanted? The pedialyte ones? He puked them up after his bath. After his bath. And after he got clean jammies for the night. Luckily, Hubs was the one he puked (and pooed) on this time. I just had to change the changing table cover.
Small victories, people. It's all about the small victories.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
The Christian school I used to teach at (and, incidentally, graduated from) had its second-annual spring fundraiser Sunday night. Since last year's cake went over so well, they asked me if I would make another cake for the cake auction. I'm VERY huge, tired, and cranky, so it had to be something relatively easy. I chose the bathtub cake. This is the third time I've made it, and I think this one was my favorite. I put some sparkles on the bubbles this time. You can see them a little bit in the close-up of the kid.
My pastor made a cake, too. I heard that he made one last year, and it was a little sad-looking. This year's cake looked DEE-LISH-US! It was "triple chocolate," and had chocolate cake, chocolate frosting, and piled on the top were blackberries and chocolate-dipped strawberries. Pastor got his cake on this year! Since it went for around $500, Hubs said I was out of luck. But dadgum I wanted that cake!!! I'm still dreaming about it at night. Yum. (Side note to Hubs: you may want to ask if that cake can be re-created for the birth of your third child.) Lord, I've got to get my mind off it.
The last cake up for auction was made by a "mystery chef," and also looked quite yummy. I didn't hear what kind of cake it was, but it looked like it had some kind of cream cheese frosting with nuts on top. Turns out, my pastor's wife (who happens to be Joel Osteen's sister), sneaked out of the house and used a friend's kitchen to make it! Her cake went for over $2,000!!! Seems the crowd trusts her baking a little more than his, eh? ;)
We had a really awesome time. I wanted to go last year, but Hubs was at the FBI National Academy halfway across the country, and Cullen was sick. I was just lucky to get last year's cake finished!
To see more talented people, go to Two of a Kind, Working on a Full House.
Monday, April 6, 2009
She's the author of several children's books, and we got to review two of them: Higher! Higher! and Baby Happy Baby Sad.
These books are brightly illustrated, and easy for small children to read. The words are simple, yet hold kids' attention.
Most of her books star a diaper-wearing baby, and teach contrasts: in this case, what makes a baby happy, and what makes a baby sad.
In Higher! Higher! there's no limit to the imagination when you put together a little girl, a swing and her dad pushing her.
Christian immediately read the books to Cullen, who sat there through the whole thing, which doesn't happen all that often. That's part of the appeal of Patricelli's books: there aren't that many words on each page, so small kids who turn the page before you finish reading can hear an entire book.
We were already familiar with Leslie Patricelli's books, having been introduced to Yummy Yucky by my nephew Colton years ago. It has since been a favorite in our house.
Other books by Leslie Patricelli include:
- Big Little
- No No Yes Yes
- Quiet Loud
- Yummy Yucky (one of our faves!)
- Yes! Yes! A Box of Board Books
- The Birthday Box
The books are available through http://www.candlewick.com/lesliepatricelli.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
So very, very tired.
Today we went to my in-laws' house to celebrate my brother and sister-in-law EXPECTING THEIR FIRST BABY!!! Yay for Rick and Kelsey!!! So yes, I'm going to be an aunt! Or an uncle! You know, depending on whether it's a boy or a girl. ;)
We discussed baby names, since ours is STILL nameless, and talked about potential names for their baby. Nothing's concrete, obviously, since they just found out. Should be here late November to mid December.
I'm so excited, especially since I won't be pregnant when s/he gets here, so I'll get to make cute baby stuff for them. I love doing that.
After lunch, we came home so Cullen and I could take a nap. When we woke up, we headed back out to the country to a party at the home of one of Hub's mentors. They were celebrating one person's retirement, one officer getting a job with the ATF, and Hub's graduation from the FBI National Academy.
Hubs volunteered to bring beans, so we cooked FOUR POUNDS! I am happy to report that of the three pots of beans at the party, ours was the ONLY pot whose bottom was visible! Apparently they were a hit. We brought home maybe enough beans for one serving. I have to admit, they were pretty good.
So today has been a busy day.
Tonight I'm finishing up a cake for my former school's annual fundraiser. It's tomorrow afternoon. Last year, my cake went for $500 at auction! I hope the cake I'm working on now brings in a good amount, too. It's another bathtub. My third one. It's really all I can manage. I'm just so tired, and so BIG, that I can't do anything elaborate or time-consuming. So, like I said, I hope they like it.
Wish me luck!
So very, very tired.
P.S. I went to the OB again yesterday. Lies. All lies.
P.P.S. Okay. Maybe he didn't lie. Maybe I'm really not dilating at all.
P.P.P.S. But I better be soon.