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.

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.

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.  

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. 

P and V

I remember vividly when I was young my mother, on rare occasions, saying to my dad (usually on the phone because he traveled a lot for work) that, "Miss C. is full of P & V today!!!"

I remember so often trying to figure out WHAT she meant by this phrase...and finally when I was a teenager, when my mother was at her wits end, she finally just said it.  "C...you are full of piss and vinegar!" 

What?!?  This saying doesn't even make any sense!!  I simply rolled my eyes, and went on proceeding to tell my mother how she didn't know anything, and I knew everything.

Today, my loving, sweet, good little Miss M. was full of it...and I found myself saying to Hubs...
"Oh my gosh!  She is full of P & V!"

He looked at me like I was crazy until I told him what it meant.  He had a good laugh.

So today's post is my, "I get it now.  You were right.  What was I thinking Mom!?!?" 

Now Miss M. is sleeping soundly in her bed, looking so sweet and innocent.  I smiled and ahhed....then came downstairs and remembered our day when I saw the paint on the patio door.  Oh yes....Miss M is her mother's daughter.  :)

First Step to Big Sister

This summer we are buying Miss M. a new bedroom set so that we can move her current crib and changing table, etc. to the new nursery.  Last night was the first step in this process....turning her crib into a toddler bed. 

She was SUPER EXCITED!!

 

 

A couple of weeks before I bought the bed rails at a garage sale.  A GREAT deal!  Two bed rails, in great shape, for only $10!!

 

The only problem when purchasing an item at a garage sale is that it doesn't come with directions.  But, really, how hard could putting a bed rail be? 

 

The answer is...a lot more complicated than you can imagine.  Ben and I were trying to figure out this contraption, but we had no luck.  We were both getting a little testy, but talking in that "everything's okay for the child voice".  Anyway, we didn't figure it out and finally just stuck it under the mattress.  Today I will be looking up the directions on the Internet!

 



 It took her a little longer to fall asleep because she was so excited, but once she got to sleep, she had no issues and slept in like a champ!! 

Dunk Tank Tragedy

The last weekend in April we went to Hutchinson for a "work trip" that Hubbs had on his schedule.  It was a fundraiser that all the stores in Hutch were putting on, and I thought it would be a fun family weekend to get away. 

Miss M. loved the hotel...especially the swimming pool.  She's still talking about jumping into the pool and daddy's arms.  We went swimming the night we got there, and then she was up SEVERAL times in the night excited to go again!!  Hubbs finally took her bright and early on Saturday (6:30 a.m. to be exact) and they were back within 20 minutes.  It was a little chilly!!  HA!!!

At the fundraiser, they had many fun things set up for the kids, so Miss M. had a blast!  She got to ride a horse, go in the bounce house, get her face painted, etc.

I was busy doing the "schmoozing" thing.  Meeting all of the people that work for Hubbs and then, meeting his BIG boss who flew in for the event.  I tried to do my best to smile, nod, and laugh at their jokes, and be the amazing and beautiful wife that I am!  HA! 

Part of the fundraiser was the "Dunk Tank".  Hubbs agreed to volunteer to be dunked in the tank.  Now seriously, who wouldn't LOVE to have a chance to dunk their boss into a cold barrel of water on a cool morning??  So people were LINED up and GITTY at the chance to dunk my poor hubby.  I even found myself getting a little defensive of him, but he was having fun and taking it all in good stride.  He was a good sport and climbed right in with no argument. 

Miss M and I were off to the side watching.  I didn't think to talk to her about what was going to happen, bad mommy moment for me.  :(

The first guy stepped up to throw his three softballs.  And let's just say, he was rather aggressive with his throwing.  Everyone was laughing, and having fun, and teasing the guy who was throwing because he was missing badly.  Then his final throw...and you guessed it.  Bulls Eye.

 

And down Hubbs went!!!  He fell hard, and Miss M. LOST IT. 

 

I mean, the most upset I have EVER seen her!  She was WAILING and SCREAMING for her daddy!  We ran up to check on him, and he came up laughing and tried to convince her that he was just fine, but she was having NOTHING to do with it.  She was mad, unhappy, and very upset that people were trying to hurt her daddy!

 

Remember...the line was long, and Hubbs had to get right back up and ready for the next person who started his turn at throwing the softballs.  I was trying to gather our things and get out, but of course, Hubbs went down again before I could get us out of there...and Miss M. was almost beside herself!!

 

Finally, I got everything together and got into the store where she couldn't see.  But she's no dummy.  She knew that Daddy wasn't with us, that he was still outside in the tank, and she could still hear everyone laughing.  There was NO CONSULING her.  She cried, with a broken heart, for over an hour.  By the end, I was crying because I hurt so badly for her.  She just didn't understand.  So many people kept coming into the store to try and offer her things to make her feel better, but we didn't know these strangers, and they were making her madder, because in her eyes, everyone was out to get her daddy.

 

Finally, after an hour, Hubbs came into the store to consult now BOTH of his upset girls.  Miss M. ran to her daddy, snuggled into his chest and continued crying.  She kept touching his cheek and asking him if he was okay.  He kept trying to explain that it was a game, and that he was swimming, but she didn't believe him, not for a minute.

 

So, we decided that it was time to go.  Thank goodness!!  We said our goodbyes and quickly made it to the car to begin our trip home. 

 

It has almost been TWO weeks since this dunk tank incident, and Miss M. still talks about the dunk tank at least twice a day.  "The dunk tank was sad.  I don't like the dunk tank.  Daddy fall down." 

 

So lesson learned?  Give your kids some heads up.  :)