Thursday of last week, while in a rush to get to the pool to meet our playgroup, my big toe got smashed by the front door. It took off half my toenail, and hurt like the dickins!! Miss M was witness to the whole event, including my reaction to the incident. When Hubbs got home, Miss M was quick to tell him ALL about my toe and even kind enough to reenact the event.
She hopped around on one foot and yelled, "Owwwww!!! Owww-eeeee!!!" over and over....then she remembered....the four letter words that I said, repeatedly, but honestly don't remember saying. She had all the bombs....even the F bomb was in there. All while hopping around and saying "ow" between each bomb.
Now, I seriously think that she over dramatized the event just a bit....I don't think I was quite as dramatic as she portrays, but still feel terrible that she learned all those words from me. I really thought her first cussing incident would be caused from her father, not me!!
And to top it all off, not only has she done this little act for her father, but for several other people as well, including a house warming party that we attended last night. Luckily I got her to stop before all the cuss words came, but still embarrassing to say the least.
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Monday, July 22, 2013
Super Stud
Five years of infertility battles and thousands of dollars all for the issue to try and have a family despite my Hubby's sperm count, motility and morphology. All very low and not happy numbers. Each of the embryos that we made through IVF were not of high quality, which the doctors always blamed on sperm quality.
Then, surprise! A natural pregnancy, a surprise natural pregnancy that ended in the most beautiful, precious baby girl.
But, how did that happen? We should never be able to conceive! After that first positive pregnancy test, Hubs went to his urologist for a check-up, and low and behold, his sperm count was better than average, it was GREAT!
Now, second natural pregnancy, and Hubbs is still testing above average.
He of course, has walked around the house since with a new "Super Stud" attitude. It's fun to see him so happy, and it's great to save some money in the family planning area. ;)
Then, surprise! A natural pregnancy, a surprise natural pregnancy that ended in the most beautiful, precious baby girl.
But, how did that happen? We should never be able to conceive! After that first positive pregnancy test, Hubs went to his urologist for a check-up, and low and behold, his sperm count was better than average, it was GREAT!
Now, second natural pregnancy, and Hubbs is still testing above average.
He of course, has walked around the house since with a new "Super Stud" attitude. It's fun to see him so happy, and it's great to save some money in the family planning area. ;)
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Updates
Bed Rest: I have officially been released from bed rest! I still have a lot of contractions, Braxton Hicks, but as long as they don't get regular or painful, it's just my active uterious. Ha!
Sleep Boot Camp: Success!!! Miss M is sleeping through the night again, and IN her bed!! Did you hear the sigh of relief from our house? She is happier also because she isn't as tired.
Sleep Boot Camp: Success!!! Miss M is sleeping through the night again, and IN her bed!! Did you hear the sigh of relief from our house? She is happier also because she isn't as tired.
Boobs and Belly
That's what I am right now...boobs and belly. I know it is not just in my head because every man I come intto contact with right now....notices also.
Now, please understand, I'm in my third trimester of pregnancy during the heat of the summer. So my wardrobe consists of tank tops and shorts. Not the most concealing of wardrobe choices...but my comfort is number one priority right now.
Gas Station: Sitting in my car, singing and dancing to some great music when a young college kid pulls up. He's in a small, black Toyota. We made eye contact, he saw the cleavage, and it was on. Now....come on buddy, use your clues. I'm driving a people mover...a "mom" car. I have a carseat in the backseat...I am way too excited about the music I'm listening to because it is not toddler music! But, his pants were thinking for him and he couldn't see the clues. Please don't get me wrong, I might have enjoyed the moment. Hello! Young, in-shape and flirting with me! But I also knew that he wasn't seeing the whole picture, as I was sitting in my car. Then the time came, the click that signals the end of my gas fill-up. So, as gracefully and smoothly as I could, I climbed out of the car. I could tell he was ready to give me his "line" and do some smooth talking, but then, he saw it. The belly. He literally stopped, and had a moment of processing time. Literally...processing. He then says, "Oh, sorry mam!!" !?!?!?!?!?!? Are you kidding me? MAM?!?!?!?!?! I just smiled, nodded and got out of there as quickly as possible. Mam.
Repair Man: Today I had to wait around the house for the repair man to come and fix our thermastat. Conviently, he was to arrive anytime between 12:00 and 4:00. Miss M. was down for her nap and I was cleaning the wood floor when the doorbell rang. I go to answer the door, and the poor man was floored. He couldn't decide what to stare at longer...boobs or belly....belly or boobs. I had to smile to myslef, maybe I should have a little fun?? You know girls....there's cleavage, and then there's "I'm going to display the girls for you" cleavage. The poor man....but come on, he brought it on himself!!
These are just two of the latest stories....there are too many to share!!! The only guy who really counts is the hubs....and he loves my boobs AND my belly.
Now, please understand, I'm in my third trimester of pregnancy during the heat of the summer. So my wardrobe consists of tank tops and shorts. Not the most concealing of wardrobe choices...but my comfort is number one priority right now.
Gas Station: Sitting in my car, singing and dancing to some great music when a young college kid pulls up. He's in a small, black Toyota. We made eye contact, he saw the cleavage, and it was on. Now....come on buddy, use your clues. I'm driving a people mover...a "mom" car. I have a carseat in the backseat...I am way too excited about the music I'm listening to because it is not toddler music! But, his pants were thinking for him and he couldn't see the clues. Please don't get me wrong, I might have enjoyed the moment. Hello! Young, in-shape and flirting with me! But I also knew that he wasn't seeing the whole picture, as I was sitting in my car. Then the time came, the click that signals the end of my gas fill-up. So, as gracefully and smoothly as I could, I climbed out of the car. I could tell he was ready to give me his "line" and do some smooth talking, but then, he saw it. The belly. He literally stopped, and had a moment of processing time. Literally...processing. He then says, "Oh, sorry mam!!" !?!?!?!?!?!? Are you kidding me? MAM?!?!?!?!?! I just smiled, nodded and got out of there as quickly as possible. Mam.
Repair Man: Today I had to wait around the house for the repair man to come and fix our thermastat. Conviently, he was to arrive anytime between 12:00 and 4:00. Miss M. was down for her nap and I was cleaning the wood floor when the doorbell rang. I go to answer the door, and the poor man was floored. He couldn't decide what to stare at longer...boobs or belly....belly or boobs. I had to smile to myslef, maybe I should have a little fun?? You know girls....there's cleavage, and then there's "I'm going to display the girls for you" cleavage. The poor man....but come on, he brought it on himself!!
These are just two of the latest stories....there are too many to share!!! The only guy who really counts is the hubs....and he loves my boobs AND my belly.
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Sleep Boot Camp
"Sleep boot camp" is in full effect at our house. Miss M. use to be such a GREAT sleeper, and would always sleep through the night. Then, we took away her crib and gave her a big girl bed, almost two months ago, and we've had problems ever since.
Everything from climbing out of bed, opening door, wondering the hallways, crying, waking up several times a night.
It is exhausting and tiring for all of us, and especially Miss M. who was getting into more trouble than usual because of her tired / crankiness.
Now we have her sleeping through the night again (not without a couple nights of many tears), but the issue now is, she sleeps on the floor and NOT in her bed.
The logical side of me says, "choose your battles", and this is not one of them, and then the other side of me says, "Sleep in your bed that is so comfy and nice and beautiful!!!"
Anyway, right now we are in bribery mode...."If you sleep in your bed, we'll buy you that _____ that you wanted at the Toy Store!" It's not working either.....sigh.
Oh well, I just have to remember that she will not go to college sleeping on the floor. Or if she does, oh well, at least she's sleeping.
Everything from climbing out of bed, opening door, wondering the hallways, crying, waking up several times a night.
It is exhausting and tiring for all of us, and especially Miss M. who was getting into more trouble than usual because of her tired / crankiness.
Now we have her sleeping through the night again (not without a couple nights of many tears), but the issue now is, she sleeps on the floor and NOT in her bed.
The logical side of me says, "choose your battles", and this is not one of them, and then the other side of me says, "Sleep in your bed that is so comfy and nice and beautiful!!!"
Anyway, right now we are in bribery mode...."If you sleep in your bed, we'll buy you that _____ that you wanted at the Toy Store!" It's not working either.....sigh.
Oh well, I just have to remember that she will not go to college sleeping on the floor. Or if she does, oh well, at least she's sleeping.
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
A little drama in our lives...
I must say, Mini Mugs 2 has plenty of personality! This kiddo, from the get go, has been quite different than little Miss M. Mini Mugs is a topsy - turvey kid. One moment it is breech, the next in head down, and the next laying sideways!! You just never know where he or she will be at any moment.
Monday night, this little one gave us quite the scare.
Around 4:15 I started to notice Braxton Hicks contractions, but of course, didn't think much of it. That's what pregnancy is, especially third trimester.
Then at 6:15, I noticed the contractions were pretty regular and maybe I should lay down. They didn't hurt, but maybe it was time to put my feet up. I put in a video for Miss M. and then laid on the couch on my left side.
At 7:00 I went upstairs to help with dinner and was unloading the dishwasher when I noticed the contractions starting to become stronger. To the point that I couldn't unload dishwasher during the contraction.
So, at 7:30 I went upstairs to lay on our bed and try to relax and breathe and just calm my body.
By 8:00, Hubbs and I decided to try a warm bath. And by 8:15, we decided maybe we should time these suckers.
And they were like clockwork, every 2.5 minutes for 30-45 seconds. And they didn't "hurt", but they were definitely stronger and needed some breathing to get through them.
9:15 I finally called the doctor (I know...I know....) and told the on-call doctor our evening and she said to come in right away. Not what I wanted to hear.
We got to the hospital around 9:40 and went in through the ER. I was taken right up to 3rd floor, to L&D, and taken to a small "check you out room". This is where I for sure thought they would monitor me for a short bit and then say, "It's only gas pains silly! Go home!!" But no....they monitored and admitted me by 10:30 for preterm labor. :(
Once I got in my room they started an IV and the regimen of drugs began. First I got some fluids, then my first shot of Terbutaline. A med that is very effective at relaxing the uterus. The doctor also did some tests and checking of my cervix and all of those were very good news. The doctor thought one shot of Terbutaline would do the trick...but again, Mini Mugs 2 had his or her own plan. I ended up needing 3 shots of Terbutaline and an IV pain med to also relax all the muscles.
Finally, at 2:30 a.m. the contractions stopped. I was there for monitoring for a couple more hours and then, finally, we were sent home.
Now, I am on "Low Activity" for a week and then back next Tuesday for another appointment. If all looks good, and no more regular contractions, I can resume life back to normal.
So here's to some time to relax and catch-up on my blog, work on the baby book, watch some good old TV and hopefully catch a nap or two.
Monday night, this little one gave us quite the scare.
Around 4:15 I started to notice Braxton Hicks contractions, but of course, didn't think much of it. That's what pregnancy is, especially third trimester.
Then at 6:15, I noticed the contractions were pretty regular and maybe I should lay down. They didn't hurt, but maybe it was time to put my feet up. I put in a video for Miss M. and then laid on the couch on my left side.
At 7:00 I went upstairs to help with dinner and was unloading the dishwasher when I noticed the contractions starting to become stronger. To the point that I couldn't unload dishwasher during the contraction.
So, at 7:30 I went upstairs to lay on our bed and try to relax and breathe and just calm my body.
By 8:00, Hubbs and I decided to try a warm bath. And by 8:15, we decided maybe we should time these suckers.
And they were like clockwork, every 2.5 minutes for 30-45 seconds. And they didn't "hurt", but they were definitely stronger and needed some breathing to get through them.
9:15 I finally called the doctor (I know...I know....) and told the on-call doctor our evening and she said to come in right away. Not what I wanted to hear.
We got to the hospital around 9:40 and went in through the ER. I was taken right up to 3rd floor, to L&D, and taken to a small "check you out room". This is where I for sure thought they would monitor me for a short bit and then say, "It's only gas pains silly! Go home!!" But no....they monitored and admitted me by 10:30 for preterm labor. :(
Once I got in my room they started an IV and the regimen of drugs began. First I got some fluids, then my first shot of Terbutaline. A med that is very effective at relaxing the uterus. The doctor also did some tests and checking of my cervix and all of those were very good news. The doctor thought one shot of Terbutaline would do the trick...but again, Mini Mugs 2 had his or her own plan. I ended up needing 3 shots of Terbutaline and an IV pain med to also relax all the muscles.
Finally, at 2:30 a.m. the contractions stopped. I was there for monitoring for a couple more hours and then, finally, we were sent home.
Now, I am on "Low Activity" for a week and then back next Tuesday for another appointment. If all looks good, and no more regular contractions, I can resume life back to normal.
So here's to some time to relax and catch-up on my blog, work on the baby book, watch some good old TV and hopefully catch a nap or two.
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