I love my daughter (among other reasons, of course) because she holds the ability to scream through an entire dinner at Olive Garden, reaching notes I think only dogs could hear. And she wasn't screaming because she was upset. She was screaming because SITTING IN A HIGHCHAIR IS SO MUCH FUN! AND LOOK! THERE ARE PEOPLE EATING! THAT'S HILARIOUS! AND OH MY GOSH! IS THIS A COASTER? BEST. TOY. EVEEEERRRRR.
I love my husband (among other reasons, of course) not because after a long days work and taking care of both his women, he would let me convince him (in less than 5 minutes) that it would be really funny if he stood still and let me throw a full glass of water at him, not because he would stand there willingly AGAIN because somehow I missed the first time even though I was standing not two feet from him, dousing the fridge, wall, calender, floor, dog, and whatever else was in that corner, but because he would help me clean the mess up after, laughing just as hard, if not harder, than I was.
Our house is a nuthouse. And it's so so perfect.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Attempt Numero Uno
At least I am trying... but apparently all fun things go down the drain when the camera comes out. Typical. I'll keep trying.
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I am feeling number two kick around in there alot now. Still little flutters, but it's nice to be to that point. I had a nice moment the other night. Alex's bedtime routine includes a video that we watch just so she knows what's coming. Normally she lies on my chest and watches it, sometimes drifting off right before the end. The other night, however, she was restless and kept moving around. She finally ended up with her body on the couch and her head on my stomach. She began to lay quite still, and I was wondering why until I realized that number 2 was kicking me (Alex) like crazy. Alex ended up falling asleep right on top, and I may or may not have teared up at the sweetness of the moment (later, it occured to me that number 2 was just trying to get that big fatty off of his or her living space... but whatever).
It's nice to have those moments in between the nausea, exhaustion, and incredibly stupid and sometimes terrifying dreams (who knew fishing could be so scary?! Dad! Why wouldn't you help me back in the boat?!?!).
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I am feeling number two kick around in there alot now. Still little flutters, but it's nice to be to that point. I had a nice moment the other night. Alex's bedtime routine includes a video that we watch just so she knows what's coming. Normally she lies on my chest and watches it, sometimes drifting off right before the end. The other night, however, she was restless and kept moving around. She finally ended up with her body on the couch and her head on my stomach. She began to lay quite still, and I was wondering why until I realized that number 2 was kicking me (Alex) like crazy. Alex ended up falling asleep right on top, and I may or may not have teared up at the sweetness of the moment (later, it occured to me that number 2 was just trying to get that big fatty off of his or her living space... but whatever).
It's nice to have those moments in between the nausea, exhaustion, and incredibly stupid and sometimes terrifying dreams (who knew fishing could be so scary?! Dad! Why wouldn't you help me back in the boat?!?!).
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
and the angels started singing...
Today we heard the most beautiful sound in the world. A tiny, but strong, little heartbeat. It was so great hearing that, I can't even begin to explain. After our appointment, we scheduled an appointment for next Friday for an ultrasound.
So, here's the question:
Find out the sex? Or no? I am torn right now. I want to wait, but I am also so curious. And it would be nice to know what to expect this time so I could have everything separated before #2 makes his or her appearance.
We'll see. I am really feeling 'boy' on this one. Thoughts?
So, here's the question:
Find out the sex? Or no? I am torn right now. I want to wait, but I am also so curious. And it would be nice to know what to expect this time so I could have everything separated before #2 makes his or her appearance.
We'll see. I am really feeling 'boy' on this one. Thoughts?
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
No excuse... well, ok. I'm pregnant.
So sorry for the lack of posts lately. Truth be told, I've just been unmotivated to get on here and actually type. Not to say that I don't continually come and blog-stalk others, because that I have the energy for. It's just clicking and scrolling. But to actually TYPE an entry? Which, I have been told, must include pictures and videos and other fun things? Which must first be acquired by a camera that I would have to hold and operate? I am out of breath just thinking about it. So I compromised. I decided to finally click that little 'new post' button, but I promised myself it would be ok if I did not include any photo or video representation of my life at this point. Not to say that you don't deserve it, because you do. Alex has hit a stage in her life where it's unfair for me NOT to share her. But I am just. so. tired. So words will have to do for now.
I'm home. That's the big thing. I jumped in the car with my husband 2 days after Christmas and braved the 10 hour (well, with our stops, 12 hour) drive. It was tiring, filled with baby-related things and not-so-clean public restrooms (which, by the way, ladies- do you know why public toilets are so disgusting?? Because you use them thinking they are the most disgusting things on the planet. Because you think they are nasty, they become nasty. You think your BUTT is too clean for a toilet seat, so you hover. But, ladies, we aren't built to have perfect little streams like our male friends. If we were, then we wouldn't have to worry about sitting in the first place. We don't stream, we spray. So, by hovering, you spray the seat. Then, ew, obviously if your ars is too clean for the seat, certainly your toilet paper covered hand will be, so you leave it there. And, oh my word, don't touch the handle too hard. Otherwise the germs will leap right off of it and eat half your arm before you can dig your foaming sanitary spray out of your purse. Just lightly press it with your toe, so it only half flushes, leaving half of your gift for the next lady. See? Thinking nasty makes it nasty. It's a vicious cycle. So, sit your butt down on the seat, flush the toilet like a big girl, then if it makes you feel better, spray some foam on your butt. Thanks for listening.). Where was I?
Right. I'm home. I was so excited to get home that it didn't hit me until the first day Paul went to work that this is going to be really hard! I was so focused on the nausea, which is finally starting to subside, that I forgot about the exhaustion that comes along with growing new life. I am so tired all the time. Carrying Alex up the stairs has me sitting down panting for five minutes afterwards. It's frustrating, because I just want to take care of my baby girl. But I get through it. As soon as she goes down for a nap or bed, I go straight across the hall to my own bed (tonight being the exception... see how I sacrafice for you???). Housework has been put on hold indefinitely. I don't have the energy to cook. Paul is helping as much as he can, but that still leaves me alone 12 hours a day. But... I am glad I am home. I appreciate the help my parents gave us SO MUCH, but, and i know they would understand this completely, it's nice to be in my own home, with my husband, in my own bed, vomiting in my own toilet.
Alex is so funny right now. She is 10 months old (already!). She jokes with us, which is so freaking adorable. Peek-a-boo is a big one, and she mimics pretty much anything you do with your mouth, including really obnoxious sounds (which is way fun while you are doing your grocery shopping). We have a check-up for her tomorrow, technically her 9 month check-up. We go to my doctor right after that (for the first time since I was 7 weeks along... and now I am 18 weeks... I am anxious for it to say the least. Should be hearing the heart as well as schedualing an ultrasound.). I am excited to see how much she weighs now, because if the constant kink in my back is any indication, she's gained quite a bit in the past few months (due to the addition of formula me thinks). She is doing great with her solids. Loves her bananas. And she is on the move constantly. She is so fast when she crawls, and she is starting to be just as fast skimming along furniture. She's taken one or two steps here or there, but I feel like walking is still a few weeks away at least. We'll see though.
Well, I feel like there is lots more to update on, but I am going to take a break for now. Sorry again for the delay. Blame the belly. I certainly do.
I'm home. That's the big thing. I jumped in the car with my husband 2 days after Christmas and braved the 10 hour (well, with our stops, 12 hour) drive. It was tiring, filled with baby-related things and not-so-clean public restrooms (which, by the way, ladies- do you know why public toilets are so disgusting?? Because you use them thinking they are the most disgusting things on the planet. Because you think they are nasty, they become nasty. You think your BUTT is too clean for a toilet seat, so you hover. But, ladies, we aren't built to have perfect little streams like our male friends. If we were, then we wouldn't have to worry about sitting in the first place. We don't stream, we spray. So, by hovering, you spray the seat. Then, ew, obviously if your ars is too clean for the seat, certainly your toilet paper covered hand will be, so you leave it there. And, oh my word, don't touch the handle too hard. Otherwise the germs will leap right off of it and eat half your arm before you can dig your foaming sanitary spray out of your purse. Just lightly press it with your toe, so it only half flushes, leaving half of your gift for the next lady. See? Thinking nasty makes it nasty. It's a vicious cycle. So, sit your butt down on the seat, flush the toilet like a big girl, then if it makes you feel better, spray some foam on your butt. Thanks for listening.). Where was I?
Right. I'm home. I was so excited to get home that it didn't hit me until the first day Paul went to work that this is going to be really hard! I was so focused on the nausea, which is finally starting to subside, that I forgot about the exhaustion that comes along with growing new life. I am so tired all the time. Carrying Alex up the stairs has me sitting down panting for five minutes afterwards. It's frustrating, because I just want to take care of my baby girl. But I get through it. As soon as she goes down for a nap or bed, I go straight across the hall to my own bed (tonight being the exception... see how I sacrafice for you???). Housework has been put on hold indefinitely. I don't have the energy to cook. Paul is helping as much as he can, but that still leaves me alone 12 hours a day. But... I am glad I am home. I appreciate the help my parents gave us SO MUCH, but, and i know they would understand this completely, it's nice to be in my own home, with my husband, in my own bed, vomiting in my own toilet.
Alex is so funny right now. She is 10 months old (already!). She jokes with us, which is so freaking adorable. Peek-a-boo is a big one, and she mimics pretty much anything you do with your mouth, including really obnoxious sounds (which is way fun while you are doing your grocery shopping). We have a check-up for her tomorrow, technically her 9 month check-up. We go to my doctor right after that (for the first time since I was 7 weeks along... and now I am 18 weeks... I am anxious for it to say the least. Should be hearing the heart as well as schedualing an ultrasound.). I am excited to see how much she weighs now, because if the constant kink in my back is any indication, she's gained quite a bit in the past few months (due to the addition of formula me thinks). She is doing great with her solids. Loves her bananas. And she is on the move constantly. She is so fast when she crawls, and she is starting to be just as fast skimming along furniture. She's taken one or two steps here or there, but I feel like walking is still a few weeks away at least. We'll see though.
Well, I feel like there is lots more to update on, but I am going to take a break for now. Sorry again for the delay. Blame the belly. I certainly do.
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