As a new mom, I have spent lots of time thinking about the subject I am sure most new moms think about.......how can I possibly work it out so that I don't have to go back to work or put my lil peanut in daycare.
I have been thinking about this quite a bit and have yet to come up with a brilliant solution, although I have managed to come up with several ideas that are improbable and impractical (so I am not making much progress).
Option 1:
Make arts and crafts and sell them.
Problem- Who would buy these arts and crafts? I doubt there are many people wishing to purchase macaroni jewelry or scrap booking paper collages.
Option 2:
Marry a billionaire. Crap. (Kidding, Brandon)
Option 3:
Win the lottery.
Problem- I must play the lottery to win the lottery.
Option 4:
Sell all my personal items to earn extra cash.
Problem- Refer to the problem in Option 1. Yeah, most of my jewelry is edible, so what?
As you can see I have had limited opportunities to really think about this. Needless to say my maternity leave is about half over and although I spend most of my time trying to take care of a newborn, I may need to focus less on that and more on trying to figure out how I can avoid going
back to work. (Kidding...this baby is well taken care of, trust me)
The thought of going back to work breaks my heart, but I know right now we don't have any other options. Josie will be like most children I know these days and attend day care. I grew up a day care child and there is absolutely nothing wrong with it, other than it breaks my heart to think of someone else getting to spend the day with my munchkin.....and not me. It's crazy.....40 years ago it was nearly unheard of for women to work, especially after having children. These days, it seems as though most women are returning to the workplace after welcoming babies. In fact, out of all my friends, I only have a rare few who are stay at home moms. Oh how times have changed. I just wish it was my choice and not necessity. I wish I had the chance to choose to return to work because I wanted to, not because I had to. Some day I may get to choose, but for now......I will enjoy these next few weeks and continue to think of solutions to my new mom dilemma. If you have any ideas that are more logical than the ones I stated above, please share!
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
Don't ask my advice....at least not yet
Yeah...I am a bad blogger lately, I know. I can't seem to find time to go to the bathroom these days, so writing blogs is definitely not on the top of my list. But....Daddy has Miss Josie, so this may be a good time to get some words on paper.
The only thing I am worse at than blogging is Christmas shopping. I have every intention to start (and finish) my Christmas shopping tomorrow, December 20th. What? Better late than never, right?
I have been a mother now for nearly 5 weeks, so obviously I am a wealth of Mommy-Knowledge. In reality I have learned quite a bit in the short amount of time Josie has been here, but unfortunately, most of it is about myself and not about mothering. I love how everyone has some piece of advice to offer new moms. Honestly, I have appreciated most of the advice I have received, but I find it funny that so many people want to throw out their two cents. I am sure it will be no time at all that I will be telling other new moms to sleep when the baby sleeps.
I don't like this piece of advice (which everyone already knows). For most functioning adults sleeping throughout the day is hard. Yes, at first the baby sleeps during the day quite a bit, but after only a couple of weeks they start to stay awake for longer periods of time. Also.....my only "me free time" is when this child is sleeping. So if I want to shower (ha...right) or eat or fold clothes or WHATEVER it needs to be done while she is in a milk coma. Sleeping during the day has become kind of a joke for me (although I won't lie, the occasional nap is totally necessary, for prolonged sanity).
A lot of women suffer from postpartum syndrome after giving birth. Thankfully I did not have any baby blues. I did, however, suffer from a new syndrome that I created all on my own, it was called "post-pissed-tum syndrome". Basically everything my sweet husband did annoyed me and I would get pissed at him. I think it was honestly because I was bitter that he was getting to sleep at night. Nothing flared post-pissed-tum more than a 3am feeding while listening to my husband snore in his blissful slumber. I also believe it was a bi-product of me not getting enough sleep (should have listened to all those people who told me to sleep when the baby was sleeping...humph). Although my condition is not completely cured, I will say it has gotten better and I think I have stopped taking everything out on Brandon, because no matter how I try to spin it, it's not his fault that the Thursday night shows were re-runs last week (poor guy).
People always say to be careful that boy babies don't pee on you. No one warns the parents of baby girls. I wish someone had warned me. This child pees on me at least once a day. I think it has become a game for her. Just yesterday she came within millimeters of getting urine in my eye. She may be trying to blind me....I am not sure yet. All I know is I will be keeping a close eye on her from now on.
Speaking of pee.....It's amazes me how quickly women can go from the pregnant lady crazy-urgent need to pee to this new mom pee phase where I swear you can go all day long with a full bladder, but no urgency to go and absolutely no likelihood of peeing on yourself (and yes, I realize this blog talks a lot about pee. I don't know why, but I may start looking into this). People always say they are fascinated by the human brain, not me....I am truly fascinated by the female bladder.
Everything in my life now revolves around a 3-4 hour time schedule (Josie's feeding schedule). If I want to go to Target, I have to plan my outing around when the last time Josie ate was and when she will eat again. It's amazing how quickly a day can pass when working in 3 hour increments. There are some days where I swear I can't tell you anything productive that I did, yet I hadn't stopped all day long. I sooo look forward to Josie's feeding schedule extending, even slightly, and then maybe I can have more than one destination during outings.
I joke around a lot, but truth be told....being a new mom is freaking amazing! Josie is the coolest little baby and I am constantly in awe of her. She is mellow and happy and incredible! Every day is something new and exciting. Don't get me wrong, there are some nights where all I want her to do is sleep an extra 45 minutes (and I am not above begging a 4 1/2 week old to go back to sleep), but most of the time...I just want to be near her...she's that awesome! And she's all ours...and we know how blessed we are already!
And now....a couple of new photos.....
The only thing I am worse at than blogging is Christmas shopping. I have every intention to start (and finish) my Christmas shopping tomorrow, December 20th. What? Better late than never, right?
I have been a mother now for nearly 5 weeks, so obviously I am a wealth of Mommy-Knowledge. In reality I have learned quite a bit in the short amount of time Josie has been here, but unfortunately, most of it is about myself and not about mothering. I love how everyone has some piece of advice to offer new moms. Honestly, I have appreciated most of the advice I have received, but I find it funny that so many people want to throw out their two cents. I am sure it will be no time at all that I will be telling other new moms to sleep when the baby sleeps.
I don't like this piece of advice (which everyone already knows). For most functioning adults sleeping throughout the day is hard. Yes, at first the baby sleeps during the day quite a bit, but after only a couple of weeks they start to stay awake for longer periods of time. Also.....my only "
A lot of women suffer from postpartum syndrome after giving birth. Thankfully I did not have any baby blues. I did, however, suffer from a new syndrome that I created all on my own, it was called "post-pissed-tum syndrome". Basically everything my sweet husband did annoyed me and I would get pissed at him. I think it was honestly because I was bitter that he was getting to sleep at night. Nothing flared post-pissed-tum more than a 3am feeding while listening to my husband snore in his blissful slumber. I also believe it was a bi-product of me not getting enough sleep (should have listened to all those people who told me to sleep when the baby was sleeping...humph). Although my condition is not completely cured, I will say it has gotten better and I think I have stopped taking everything out on Brandon, because no matter how I try to spin it, it's not his fault that the Thursday night shows were re-runs last week (poor guy).
People always say to be careful that boy babies don't pee on you. No one warns the parents of baby girls. I wish someone had warned me. This child pees on me at least once a day. I think it has become a game for her. Just yesterday she came within millimeters of getting urine in my eye. She may be trying to blind me....I am not sure yet. All I know is I will be keeping a close eye on her from now on.
Speaking of pee.....It's amazes me how quickly women can go from the pregnant lady crazy-urgent need to pee to this new mom pee phase where I swear you can go all day long with a full bladder, but no urgency to go and absolutely no likelihood of peeing on yourself (and yes, I realize this blog talks a lot about pee. I don't know why, but I may start looking into this). People always say they are fascinated by the human brain, not me....I am truly fascinated by the female bladder.
Everything in my life now revolves around a 3-4 hour time schedule (Josie's feeding schedule). If I want to go to Target, I have to plan my outing around when the last time Josie ate was and when she will eat again. It's amazing how quickly a day can pass when working in 3 hour increments. There are some days where I swear I can't tell you anything productive that I did, yet I hadn't stopped all day long. I sooo look forward to Josie's feeding schedule extending, even slightly, and then maybe I can have more than one destination during outings.
I joke around a lot, but truth be told....being a new mom is freaking amazing! Josie is the coolest little baby and I am constantly in awe of her. She is mellow and happy and incredible! Every day is something new and exciting. Don't get me wrong, there are some nights where all I want her to do is sleep an extra 45 minutes (and I am not above begging a 4 1/2 week old to go back to sleep), but most of the time...I just want to be near her...she's that awesome! And she's all ours...and we know how blessed we are already!
And now....a couple of new photos.....
One of our first captured smiles!
Little lady in a big crib!
Daddy's first time getting to feed Josie
Monday, December 12, 2011
Maybe never
This isn't a real blog....just a quick note to make note that I may never have time to write another blog again. Maybe when I go back to work....and have some free time (Haha..just kidding).
Josie is amazing and it's hard to believe that on Thursday she will be 4 weeks old! We will post some cute pictures soon.........as soon as I find the time!
Josie is amazing and it's hard to believe that on Thursday she will be 4 weeks old! We will post some cute pictures soon.........as soon as I find the time!
Friday, November 25, 2011
Her arrival.....the story.
*DISCLAIMER- this blog has information regarding the birth of Josie.....so it might be gross, so feel free to skip this post if you don't want the details. Also... it's so long...sorry, but I didn't want to leave out too many details!
After spending over four weeks dilated at one centimeter, I was sure our little Josie was never going to arrive. On Tuesday, November 15th, Brandon and I waddled (well, I waddled) to the doctor's office. I was confident there had been changes from the previous week and our doctor was going to tell us we were well on our way. Needless to say I was disappointed to once again hear the news that I was NOT dilating and we were basically no closer to having this baby! The doctor offered to strip my membrane and we jumped at the chance to help advance our progress. (This ended up being the most painful part of the whole birth)
After leaving the doctor I was SURE the baby was coming soon. I was sooo uncomfortable and hadn't quite had those feeling prior to the doctor's visit. If you had asked me Tuesday morning when the baby was coming, I would have told you soon. But, unfortunately, by Tuesday late afternoon/evening, I was back to feeling like my normal self and had put the idea of meeting Josie in the very near future out of my mind. Thankfully, at the doctor, we set up and induction date....in the event Josie did decide to continue to "Occupy Uterus" (haha...get it, like Occupy Wall Street....yeah, I know, I am a dork). In the event Josie had not arrived on her own, we were set up for induction first thing Monday morning, November 21st.
By Wednesday, November 16th (Josie's due date) I was pretty bummed that no progress was being made. I had decided that this would be my final day of work. Each evening after work I was trying to take home everything I might need, should Josie make her arrival. And every morning I was having to haul all these items back to the office....in case I needed them during the day. I was getting to the point where I did not want to start new projects, should I not show up the next day. After some consideration, I decided that Josie's due date would be my final day of work (should she not be here). On Wednesday, my final day, I decided I would leave after lunch. Things were slow and I was slowing down considerably.....and I could tell a nap was in my near future.
As a sweet goodbye gesture, some of the ladies in the office wanted to go to lunch at Chili's. Naturally, being 10 months pregnant, I did NOT turn down a chance to eat! Lunch was going nicely and I was pretty excited about eating some good foods. The ladies ordered chips and salsa and bean cheese skillet dip. So delicious. Keeping with the spicy/mexican theme, I decided to order the jalapeno cheddar burger! Why not enjoy the last meal I was going to have with these lovely ladies? Once our food arrived I started to feel a little off. I chalked it up to eating too much appetizers (spicy ones at that). But, being the trooper I am, I started in on my burger. About 5 minutes into the burger, I knew something was up. I excused myself from the table and went to the bathroom, but there was nothing to worry about. I waddled my big butt back to the table and as soon as I reached the table (before I was able to say a word or even sit down) it happened. My water broke. At Chili's. In the middle of the lunch-hour rush. Instead of screaming "My water just broke" (which is what I wanted to do), I silentlyran waddled (quickly) back to the bathroom. I am sure my co-workers thought I was crazy.
Once in the bathroom I noticed, sure enough, a lot of liquid had just be lost. The best thing about my water breaking is that it did not happen like it does on television or in the movies (at least not to me). There was no HUGE gush of liquid spilling down my pants and leaving a huge puddle on the floor forpeople waitresses to slip and fall in. THANKFULLY! Standing at the bathroom mirror I had a total moment of FREAK OUT! Oh my gosh......this was happening and this means that I am actually going to have this baby. HOLY CRAP! My freak out lasted about 30 seconds and then I attempted to pull myself together. I was nervous and excited....but I was not scared. So...I did what any 10 month pregnant woman would do....I waddled back to the table, informed the ladies (very non-chalantly) that my water had just broken, and finished eating my burger. Which, by the way, I was sure I would end up regretting.....as jalapenos and labor do not sound like a good mix for me or anyone involved.
After eating half my burger and most my fries, I decided it was time to make the phone call to the doctor and then, my sweet husband. The nurse on call said "Come on in and we will check you out in triage". Since I was not 100% certain what I had experienced was definitely my water breaking, I called Brandon just to let him know I was going to the hospital to be checked out. The conversation was meant to be a heads-up. I had hoped I could tell him that I was going to get checked and if my water had indeed broken, they would admit me.....and THEN he should head to the hospital. Instead the conversation went a little more like this:
Me: Hey honey, what are you doing?
B: Not much, just working. What's up?
Me: Well, I think my water just broke.
B: WHAT? Are you serious?
Me: Yeah, I just talked to the doctor and they said to come on down and go to triage. But, I don't think you should come to the hospital until we know for sure it has broken, because if not, they will just send me home.
B: *nervous laughter* Okay....I am going to go home *nervous laughter* and let the dogs out *nervous laughter* and *nervous laughter*......
Me: Okay....just wait for me to call. I will let you know something as soon as I can.
B: *nervous laughter*
Me: Are you okay, honey?
B: NO, I AM NOT OKAY.
Turns out the nervous laughter was actually hyperventilation. Stupid phones, you can never tell the difference between a complete breakdown and a silly moment.
I wish I could say my friend, Samantha, who drove me to the hospital was calmer.....but I can not. She and my other buddy Ruth were amazing and got me there in record time, which really scared the hell out of me. Samantha felt like she needed to drive 70 the whole way! As I am hanging on for the ride of my life, my gas light comes on. I thought Samantha was going to have a stroke. Needless to say, she was less than happy to make the pit stop at the gas station. I think I ended up rubbing Samantha's shoulders and telling her everything would be okay for the rest of the ride! Hahah...I am mostly kidding. Although Sam was freaked out, she did an amazing job! And the best part was, on my way to the hospital, I received a text from Brandon that says "I am not ready".....I laughed so hard at this, thinking.....ready or not....she's on her way.
When we got to the hospital (in one piece...thank you God), Samantha and Ruth went with me to Triage. I got checked in, and sure enough, my water had broken and sure enough, I was still only 1 cm dilated (ARE YOU KIDDING ME????). I was being admitted and it was time to call Brandon and break the news. He sounded a little calmer and said he would be heading that way shortly. Knowing it was going to be a long day, I told him not to rush. With in a few minutes they have me moved to a labor and delivery room!
Brandon arrived at the hospital around 2:45pm. He looked pretty nervous still, but I think the shot of bourbon he took at the house probably calmed some of those nerves. Around 3pm they start Pitocin, the drug meant speed up labor. From 3pm-6pm we labor along without much progress. When I checked in at triage around 1:45pm there were only a few other women preparing to meet their little babies. By 4pm, there were at least 12, including myself. The maternity floor was busy, to say the least! Around 6pm my nurse asks me if I want to go ahead and get the epidural. By that point I had not been in too much pain. My pitocin was being increased only slightly and the contractions were not terribly painful. In all honesty, I was hoping to wait out the epidural a little longer (why...I don't know). But, my nurse suggested I go ahead and get the medicine. She let me know that with the floor being so busy, once I was ready for the medicine, it might be a while to wait. I am so glad I took her advice. The anesthesiologist came to the room only a few minutes after the decision was made and by the time the epidural was starting to kick in, the contractions were getting a little painful. The epidural was not painful but the sensation of the medicine going down the spine is one I will never forget!!!
From 7-9pm I laid in the bed basking in the strange numbness that was taking over my body. Around 9pm the contractions were getting stronger and they sent the anesthesiologist back in to give me another dose of medicine. I was checked between 9-10pm and told I was 6 cms. I was pretty excited to finally have some progress. The nurse told us it would probably still be another several hours. So, imagine all of our surprise when the nurse checked me again at 11:25 and told us we were ready to have a baby! WHAT? It came so quickly! At 11:50 we started pushing. The first time I pushed they could already see the baby's head. Everyone kept saying "She has so much hair", which I already knew, since I had had indigestion since about 8 weeks. By the third contraction they made me stop pushing so the doctor could get there in time.
Three contractions!!! We pushed for three contractions and then our little lady was ready to enter this world. When it came to pushing I had no idea if I was doing it correctly! I couldn't feel a thing! NOTHING! Like I said before, the stripping of my membrane the day before was the most painful part of the entire birthing process. The doctor finally arrived and on the next contraction, at 12:18pm, Josie was born! I had no idea it could happen that quickly or that easily! It was amazing! It was such a miracle that she was finally in our arms. Brandon and I were joined in the delivery room by my Mom and best friend JoElla. We felt blessed to have the opportunity to share the experience with both Mom and JoElla!
Josie's birth was even more amazing than we ever could have imagined. It was quick and for the most part, easy (although I have been advised that some women may not want to hear that....so I should keep the fact that it was somewhat painless to myself). Josie is a true blessing to Brandon and I, just as we knew she would be. She's a great baby so far and we can not get over how much we love her, already! More pictures and stories of this little lady will be coming soon....I am sure!
After spending over four weeks dilated at one centimeter, I was sure our little Josie was never going to arrive. On Tuesday, November 15th, Brandon and I waddled (well, I waddled) to the doctor's office. I was confident there had been changes from the previous week and our doctor was going to tell us we were well on our way. Needless to say I was disappointed to once again hear the news that I was NOT dilating and we were basically no closer to having this baby! The doctor offered to strip my membrane and we jumped at the chance to help advance our progress. (This ended up being the most painful part of the whole birth)
After leaving the doctor I was SURE the baby was coming soon. I was sooo uncomfortable and hadn't quite had those feeling prior to the doctor's visit. If you had asked me Tuesday morning when the baby was coming, I would have told you soon. But, unfortunately, by Tuesday late afternoon/evening, I was back to feeling like my normal self and had put the idea of meeting Josie in the very near future out of my mind. Thankfully, at the doctor, we set up and induction date....in the event Josie did decide to continue to "Occupy Uterus" (haha...get it, like Occupy Wall Street....yeah, I know, I am a dork). In the event Josie had not arrived on her own, we were set up for induction first thing Monday morning, November 21st.
By Wednesday, November 16th (Josie's due date) I was pretty bummed that no progress was being made. I had decided that this would be my final day of work. Each evening after work I was trying to take home everything I might need, should Josie make her arrival. And every morning I was having to haul all these items back to the office....in case I needed them during the day. I was getting to the point where I did not want to start new projects, should I not show up the next day. After some consideration, I decided that Josie's due date would be my final day of work (should she not be here). On Wednesday, my final day, I decided I would leave after lunch. Things were slow and I was slowing down considerably.....and I could tell a nap was in my near future.
As a sweet goodbye gesture, some of the ladies in the office wanted to go to lunch at Chili's. Naturally, being 10 months pregnant, I did NOT turn down a chance to eat! Lunch was going nicely and I was pretty excited about eating some good foods. The ladies ordered chips and salsa and bean cheese skillet dip. So delicious. Keeping with the spicy/mexican theme, I decided to order the jalapeno cheddar burger! Why not enjoy the last meal I was going to have with these lovely ladies? Once our food arrived I started to feel a little off. I chalked it up to eating too much appetizers (spicy ones at that). But, being the trooper I am, I started in on my burger. About 5 minutes into the burger, I knew something was up. I excused myself from the table and went to the bathroom, but there was nothing to worry about. I waddled my big butt back to the table and as soon as I reached the table (before I was able to say a word or even sit down) it happened. My water broke. At Chili's. In the middle of the lunch-hour rush. Instead of screaming "My water just broke" (which is what I wanted to do), I silently
Once in the bathroom I noticed, sure enough, a lot of liquid had just be lost. The best thing about my water breaking is that it did not happen like it does on television or in the movies (at least not to me). There was no HUGE gush of liquid spilling down my pants and leaving a huge puddle on the floor for
After eating half my burger and most my fries, I decided it was time to make the phone call to the doctor and then, my sweet husband. The nurse on call said "Come on in and we will check you out in triage". Since I was not 100% certain what I had experienced was definitely my water breaking, I called Brandon just to let him know I was going to the hospital to be checked out. The conversation was meant to be a heads-up. I had hoped I could tell him that I was going to get checked and if my water had indeed broken, they would admit me.....and THEN he should head to the hospital. Instead the conversation went a little more like this:
Me: Hey honey, what are you doing?
B: Not much, just working. What's up?
Me: Well, I think my water just broke.
B: WHAT? Are you serious?
Me: Yeah, I just talked to the doctor and they said to come on down and go to triage. But, I don't think you should come to the hospital until we know for sure it has broken, because if not, they will just send me home.
B: *nervous laughter* Okay....I am going to go home *nervous laughter* and let the dogs out *nervous laughter* and *nervous laughter*......
Me: Okay....just wait for me to call. I will let you know something as soon as I can.
B: *nervous laughter*
Me: Are you okay, honey?
B: NO, I AM NOT OKAY.
Turns out the nervous laughter was actually hyperventilation. Stupid phones, you can never tell the difference between a complete breakdown and a silly moment.
I wish I could say my friend, Samantha, who drove me to the hospital was calmer.....but I can not. She and my other buddy Ruth were amazing and got me there in record time, which really scared the hell out of me. Samantha felt like she needed to drive 70 the whole way! As I am hanging on for the ride of my life, my gas light comes on. I thought Samantha was going to have a stroke. Needless to say, she was less than happy to make the pit stop at the gas station. I think I ended up rubbing Samantha's shoulders and telling her everything would be okay for the rest of the ride! Hahah...I am mostly kidding. Although Sam was freaked out, she did an amazing job! And the best part was, on my way to the hospital, I received a text from Brandon that says "I am not ready".....I laughed so hard at this, thinking.....ready or not....she's on her way.
When we got to the hospital (in one piece...thank you God), Samantha and Ruth went with me to Triage. I got checked in, and sure enough, my water had broken and sure enough, I was still only 1 cm dilated (ARE YOU KIDDING ME????). I was being admitted and it was time to call Brandon and break the news. He sounded a little calmer and said he would be heading that way shortly. Knowing it was going to be a long day, I told him not to rush. With in a few minutes they have me moved to a labor and delivery room!
Brandon arrived at the hospital around 2:45pm. He looked pretty nervous still, but I think the shot of bourbon he took at the house probably calmed some of those nerves. Around 3pm they start Pitocin, the drug meant speed up labor. From 3pm-6pm we labor along without much progress. When I checked in at triage around 1:45pm there were only a few other women preparing to meet their little babies. By 4pm, there were at least 12, including myself. The maternity floor was busy, to say the least! Around 6pm my nurse asks me if I want to go ahead and get the epidural. By that point I had not been in too much pain. My pitocin was being increased only slightly and the contractions were not terribly painful. In all honesty, I was hoping to wait out the epidural a little longer (why...I don't know). But, my nurse suggested I go ahead and get the medicine. She let me know that with the floor being so busy, once I was ready for the medicine, it might be a while to wait. I am so glad I took her advice. The anesthesiologist came to the room only a few minutes after the decision was made and by the time the epidural was starting to kick in, the contractions were getting a little painful. The epidural was not painful but the sensation of the medicine going down the spine is one I will never forget!!!
From 7-9pm I laid in the bed basking in the strange numbness that was taking over my body. Around 9pm the contractions were getting stronger and they sent the anesthesiologist back in to give me another dose of medicine. I was checked between 9-10pm and told I was 6 cms. I was pretty excited to finally have some progress. The nurse told us it would probably still be another several hours. So, imagine all of our surprise when the nurse checked me again at 11:25 and told us we were ready to have a baby! WHAT? It came so quickly! At 11:50 we started pushing. The first time I pushed they could already see the baby's head. Everyone kept saying "She has so much hair", which I already knew, since I had had indigestion since about 8 weeks. By the third contraction they made me stop pushing so the doctor could get there in time.
Three contractions!!! We pushed for three contractions and then our little lady was ready to enter this world. When it came to pushing I had no idea if I was doing it correctly! I couldn't feel a thing! NOTHING! Like I said before, the stripping of my membrane the day before was the most painful part of the entire birthing process. The doctor finally arrived and on the next contraction, at 12:18pm, Josie was born! I had no idea it could happen that quickly or that easily! It was amazing! It was such a miracle that she was finally in our arms. Brandon and I were joined in the delivery room by my Mom and best friend JoElla. We felt blessed to have the opportunity to share the experience with both Mom and JoElla!
Josie's birth was even more amazing than we ever could have imagined. It was quick and for the most part, easy (although I have been advised that some women may not want to hear that....so I should keep the fact that it was somewhat painless to myself). Josie is a true blessing to Brandon and I, just as we knew she would be. She's a great baby so far and we can not get over how much we love her, already! More pictures and stories of this little lady will be coming soon....I am sure!
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Her arrival.....in photos
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Well dang......
My baby counter says "0" days left, yet this child seems to show no inclination of leaving anytime soon. We have set up our induction date for Monday, November 21st. It's funny to think that that date could potentially be Josie's birthday (although I am secretly keeping my fingers crossed she decides to join us before then).
Brandon and I are both anxious and excited. And still a little in denial. I have a feeling that when this process gets rolling or my water breaks, this calm exterior is going to crumble and I am going to completely freak out! I don't really know what to expect.....and as of now, that is better than actually knowing.
Today is my last day of work. Since we set up an induction date I had the option to stay on the rest of the week, but I decided a couple of days at home might do me some good. I have started to notice a lack of patience with others and a little bit of a harsh attitude forming (more than normal, that is). I am not sure if this is common for women who are very pregnant and hormonal and emotional....or if I am just finally at my wits end. Brandon seems to have picked up any patience I have lost, as he is handling my snappiness very well. Although I can guarantee that continued behavior like this would not bode well for our relationship!
It's hard to believe that by Monday, our little lady will be here! It's hard to believe we are about to be parents! Who would have thought?
*It's funny to think that only 2 hours after I wrote this blog my water broke and labor began! Just goes to show how quickly the situation can change!
Brandon and I are both anxious and excited. And still a little in denial. I have a feeling that when this process gets rolling or my water breaks, this calm exterior is going to crumble and I am going to completely freak out! I don't really know what to expect.....and as of now, that is better than actually knowing.
Today is my last day of work. Since we set up an induction date I had the option to stay on the rest of the week, but I decided a couple of days at home might do me some good. I have started to notice a lack of patience with others and a little bit of a harsh attitude forming (more than normal, that is). I am not sure if this is common for women who are very pregnant and hormonal and emotional....or if I am just finally at my wits end. Brandon seems to have picked up any patience I have lost, as he is handling my snappiness very well. Although I can guarantee that continued behavior like this would not bode well for our relationship!
It's hard to believe that by Monday, our little lady will be here! It's hard to believe we are about to be parents! Who would have thought?
*It's funny to think that only 2 hours after I wrote this blog my water broke and labor began! Just goes to show how quickly the situation can change!
Monday, November 7, 2011
9 days left....random thoughts followed by more emotions. This pregnancy should really end soon!
Are you sick of reading about my pregnancy in EVERY.SINGLE.BLOGPOST? Yeah....me too. Sorry. I guess it's all I really have to talk about right now, considering there is a giant human child growing inside of me. The good news is.....With this baby arriving any day now, this may be the last (or close to last) pregnancy post you have to read. If that is not enough to satisfy you....then, please, feel free to stop reading right now.
Now...some final comments on this pregnancy.......
I laugh at myself each morning for putting on my wedding band and engagement ring. Even while putting them on, I know they won't stay on my finger for more than an hour or two before my ring finger is turning a shade of blue and I am desperately trying to get them off. Every single day I have at least one moment of panic that I can't get the rings off my newly fattened sausage finger, you think I would learn to just not wear them. Swelling.....thanks so much!
I haven't dilated more than 1 cm in the past three weeks. I go back to the doctor tomorrow and am truly hoping for some good news. Please, please, please don't let me be that lady who has to be induced at 1 cm. This is my only true fear right now. Being naive is what has gotten me through this pregnancy.
I don't want to go past my due date, for many reasons....but the biggest reason is because I don't want to have to spend Thanksgiving in the hospital. How am I supposed to enjoy the smells of turkey, dressing, and homemade goodies from my mom when all I can really smell is antiseptic, cleaning products, and other gross hospital smells (and don't act like you don't know that hospitals smell funny). I have 9 days left where it can be about me.....and I want Thanksgiving at home.......yeah, I know....it's disgustingly selfish (and trust me, I feel really awful for saying it).
Sometimes in the middle of the night when I wake up to pee, for a moment I totally forget that I am pregnant. That moment fades the second I try to get out of bed. These days, I resort to a Roll/Shift/Pull method.....and that's just to get me sitting up on the edge of the bed. Actually getting out of the bed is a whole other method of it's own. If this pregnancy has taught me anything, it's that core strength truly IS as important as all those trainers have been telling us for years. Also....I don't ever want to be 30 pounds overweight (and not pregnant)....it's too much stress and strain on muscles and joints.
I attempted to paint my toenails last night. First off, I am shocked this didn't sent me into labor. Second, I am in desperate need of a pedicure. Every time I put on shoes with shoe laces I cuss because it's so freaking uncomfortable to get my feet close enough to pull off this maneuver. I also say a prayer that they don't come untied during the day and I back the prayer up with double (and sometimes triple) knotting. Shoe laces coming untied would be a complete disaster in my life right now.
I have some co-workers who ask me EVERY MORNING when I come to work "You are here? (yes...they phrase it like a question) So, you didn't have the baby yet?" I won't even go into the responses that run through my head with these questions. I will tell you, it takes everything inside of me to not be a total and complete smart ass. EVERYTHING.
Nothing warms my heart more than listening to Brandon tell me how excited he is to meet his daughter and how much he can't wait to see her and hold her in his arms. I know, already, that he will be an amazing father. He already loves his little girl so much! It gives me confidence and hope that together we will be good parents, even when we have NO clue as to what we are doing!
Having said that, Brandon is requesting that Josie arrive during the evening of Friday, November 18th. Apparently there is good stuff on TV that night and if she would be so inclined as to grant him this one itsy bitsy tiny favor, he feels as though the time in the hospital could be spent wisely with television programming, Football games, etc. I laugh every time he tells me this, but at the same time, I have a sinking feeling he may get his wish. Wouldn't that be nuts?
Sometimes I forget how lucky we are. Not only that we are getting ready to become a family of three, but that this has been such an easy, stress-free pregnancy. I forget that this child is our miracle. Too easily I forget that it can be incredibly rare to get pregnant the first go around with IVF ICSI! Sometimes I forget the year of pain, emotional and physical, that Brandon and I both endured to get here. Too often I forget that this could be our one chance at a biological child. Somewhere along the way we went from the couple struggling with infertility to your average, every day parents-to-be. I have to say, I prefer that latter. At some point we will have to go back to being that couple who struggles with infertility (if we want more children), but for now....we are soaking up the idea that we are no more than your typical, naive, scared, clueless, every-day, run of the mill, parents to be! And for once.....we are completely comfortable with each of those adjectives!!! Infertility can be your dark secret, but Brandon and I have felt good about sharing our struggles and concerns along the way. I truly hope that some how, in the end, the blog posts that focused more on what we were going through will help someone else in their struggle. I know just writing about it often helped me.
My final thoughts on this matter (for now)....Josie Noelle is our blessing. I get emotional and teary-eyed every time I think about the fact that we get to meet her in just a few short days. No amount of swelling or weight gain or pain will ever change the fact that we would do this a thousand times over if it meant we got to go through this journey again! Every year we add things to our list of all that we are thankful for.....this year, our list will grow by leaps and bounds! This year, our greatest gift and blessing will be meeting our daughter and finally telling her how long we have waited for her, and how much we love her!
Now...some final comments on this pregnancy.......
I laugh at myself each morning for putting on my wedding band and engagement ring. Even while putting them on, I know they won't stay on my finger for more than an hour or two before my ring finger is turning a shade of blue and I am desperately trying to get them off. Every single day I have at least one moment of panic that I can't get the rings off my newly fattened sausage finger, you think I would learn to just not wear them. Swelling.....thanks so much!
I haven't dilated more than 1 cm in the past three weeks. I go back to the doctor tomorrow and am truly hoping for some good news. Please, please, please don't let me be that lady who has to be induced at 1 cm. This is my only true fear right now. Being naive is what has gotten me through this pregnancy.
I don't want to go past my due date, for many reasons....but the biggest reason is because I don't want to have to spend Thanksgiving in the hospital. How am I supposed to enjoy the smells of turkey, dressing, and homemade goodies from my mom when all I can really smell is antiseptic, cleaning products, and other gross hospital smells (and don't act like you don't know that hospitals smell funny). I have 9 days left where it can be about me.....and I want Thanksgiving at home.......yeah, I know....it's disgustingly selfish (and trust me, I feel really awful for saying it).
Sometimes in the middle of the night when I wake up to pee, for a moment I totally forget that I am pregnant. That moment fades the second I try to get out of bed. These days, I resort to a Roll/Shift/Pull method.....and that's just to get me sitting up on the edge of the bed. Actually getting out of the bed is a whole other method of it's own. If this pregnancy has taught me anything, it's that core strength truly IS as important as all those trainers have been telling us for years. Also....I don't ever want to be 30 pounds overweight (and not pregnant)....it's too much stress and strain on muscles and joints.
I attempted to paint my toenails last night. First off, I am shocked this didn't sent me into labor. Second, I am in desperate need of a pedicure. Every time I put on shoes with shoe laces I cuss because it's so freaking uncomfortable to get my feet close enough to pull off this maneuver. I also say a prayer that they don't come untied during the day and I back the prayer up with double (and sometimes triple) knotting. Shoe laces coming untied would be a complete disaster in my life right now.
I have some co-workers who ask me EVERY MORNING when I come to work "You are here? (yes...they phrase it like a question) So, you didn't have the baby yet?" I won't even go into the responses that run through my head with these questions. I will tell you, it takes everything inside of me to not be a total and complete smart ass. EVERYTHING.
Nothing warms my heart more than listening to Brandon tell me how excited he is to meet his daughter and how much he can't wait to see her and hold her in his arms. I know, already, that he will be an amazing father. He already loves his little girl so much! It gives me confidence and hope that together we will be good parents, even when we have NO clue as to what we are doing!
Having said that, Brandon is requesting that Josie arrive during the evening of Friday, November 18th. Apparently there is good stuff on TV that night and if she would be so inclined as to grant him this one itsy bitsy tiny favor, he feels as though the time in the hospital could be spent wisely with television programming, Football games, etc. I laugh every time he tells me this, but at the same time, I have a sinking feeling he may get his wish. Wouldn't that be nuts?
Sometimes I forget how lucky we are. Not only that we are getting ready to become a family of three, but that this has been such an easy, stress-free pregnancy. I forget that this child is our miracle. Too easily I forget that it can be incredibly rare to get pregnant the first go around with IVF ICSI! Sometimes I forget the year of pain, emotional and physical, that Brandon and I both endured to get here. Too often I forget that this could be our one chance at a biological child. Somewhere along the way we went from the couple struggling with infertility to your average, every day parents-to-be. I have to say, I prefer that latter. At some point we will have to go back to being that couple who struggles with infertility (if we want more children), but for now....we are soaking up the idea that we are no more than your typical, naive, scared, clueless, every-day, run of the mill, parents to be! And for once.....we are completely comfortable with each of those adjectives!!! Infertility can be your dark secret, but Brandon and I have felt good about sharing our struggles and concerns along the way. I truly hope that some how, in the end, the blog posts that focused more on what we were going through will help someone else in their struggle. I know just writing about it often helped me.
My final thoughts on this matter (for now)....Josie Noelle is our blessing. I get emotional and teary-eyed every time I think about the fact that we get to meet her in just a few short days. No amount of swelling or weight gain or pain will ever change the fact that we would do this a thousand times over if it meant we got to go through this journey again! Every year we add things to our list of all that we are thankful for.....this year, our list will grow by leaps and bounds! This year, our greatest gift and blessing will be meeting our daughter and finally telling her how long we have waited for her, and how much we love her!
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Blog hits new low.......
This evening after telling Brandon how much weight I have gained so far during this pregnancy...he gave me a lovely gift. After he got over the initial shock and scooped his jaw up off the floor, he replied with (I love this part), "I would have guessed about 18 pounds."
My God, I love my husband! Seriously. This is not a joke...it was the nicest thing I have heard in a long time. I told Brandon that statement was better than receiving flowers any day. He made a mental note that this was a good statement (only to be used at the end of a pregnancy, of course) and he would use it again next time. Such a good man!!! Made my day!
Do they have to weigh me at every visit? Obviously they can tell by looking at me that I am NOT underweight. They can also probably tell that I have gotten bigger since the last visit (even though it was just 7 days ago. Will this growing EVER END?). Can't we call it a day on those simple facts? Apparently not.
I also realized today, while leaving yet another urine sample that I am very judgemental of the other urine left in the box. Seriously people.....drink a glass of water. Do yourself, your body, and possibly your unborn child a favor and have a minimum of 8oz of water....please. Because that tang-looking sample you have left is making me want to vomit. Fine....call me a urine snob. I don't care. But, I would be happy for any stranger to see my extremely light yellow urine hanging out in the box. Please note....it's marked "Lauren".
This blog has really gone to a whole new level. And not in a good way.
My God, I love my husband! Seriously. This is not a joke...it was the nicest thing I have heard in a long time. I told Brandon that statement was better than receiving flowers any day. He made a mental note that this was a good statement (only to be used at the end of a pregnancy, of course) and he would use it again next time. Such a good man!!! Made my day!
Do they have to weigh me at every visit? Obviously they can tell by looking at me that I am NOT underweight. They can also probably tell that I have gotten bigger since the last visit (even though it was just 7 days ago. Will this growing EVER END?). Can't we call it a day on those simple facts? Apparently not.
I also realized today, while leaving yet another urine sample that I am very judgemental of the other urine left in the box. Seriously people.....drink a glass of water. Do yourself, your body, and possibly your unborn child a favor and have a minimum of 8oz of water....please. Because that tang-looking sample you have left is making me want to vomit. Fine....call me a urine snob. I don't care. But, I would be happy for any stranger to see my extremely light yellow urine hanging out in the box. Please note....it's marked "Lauren".
This blog has really gone to a whole new level. And not in a good way.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Whale Songs......
I am huge. Like a whale. HUGE. And tired.
Even before getting pregnant I wasn't a great sleeper. I can fall asleep faster than anyone you know, but I generally wake up in the middle of the night. Once I wake up, the struggle begins.
Mind you, my above sleep problems were PRIOR to getting pregnant. They have not improved. People say stuff like "Oh, this is just preparing you for when you have a baby." I hate those people (not really....that's just "Tired Lauren" talking).
These days I wake up 30 times a night to go to the bathroom. I recognize this is normal and complaining about this won't get me much sympathy.....as all pregnant women experience this. I simply wish I was a better side-sleeper. Since becoming HUGE, it's important to sleep on my side all the time with a giant pillow between my knees.
I often wonder what Brandon thinks about the noises I make as I switch from my left side to my right in the middle of the night. I call them my "whale songs", but they could more accurately be described as disheveled grunts and moans. Followed by heavy panting....because obviously I am worn out from having to move my core 6 inches from one direction to the other.
Although Brandon may be accustomed to hearing my nightly whale songs, last night I came upon a new discovery. I can no longer make the shift from one side to another in one swift move. Nope....I am so freaking large I have to stop, on my back, in the middle.....regroup.....then continue to the other side. I am saddened by this new development. It means I have reached a status even beyond whale. I don't know what that status might be....but it's quite large. I am a large, sleep deprived creature.
Who said pregnancy wasn't beautiful?!
Even before getting pregnant I wasn't a great sleeper. I can fall asleep faster than anyone you know, but I generally wake up in the middle of the night. Once I wake up, the struggle begins.
Mind you, my above sleep problems were PRIOR to getting pregnant. They have not improved. People say stuff like "Oh, this is just preparing you for when you have a baby." I hate those people (not really....that's just "Tired Lauren" talking).
These days I wake up 30 times a night to go to the bathroom. I recognize this is normal and complaining about this won't get me much sympathy.....as all pregnant women experience this. I simply wish I was a better side-sleeper. Since becoming HUGE, it's important to sleep on my side all the time with a giant pillow between my knees.
I often wonder what Brandon thinks about the noises I make as I switch from my left side to my right in the middle of the night. I call them my "whale songs", but they could more accurately be described as disheveled grunts and moans. Followed by heavy panting....because obviously I am worn out from having to move my core 6 inches from one direction to the other.
Although Brandon may be accustomed to hearing my nightly whale songs, last night I came upon a new discovery. I can no longer make the shift from one side to another in one swift move. Nope....I am so freaking large I have to stop, on my back, in the middle.....regroup.....then continue to the other side. I am saddened by this new development. It means I have reached a status even beyond whale. I don't know what that status might be....but it's quite large. I am a large, sleep deprived creature.
Who said pregnancy wasn't beautiful?!
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Let's not ignore the elephant in the room.......
I can't bite my tongue anymore. I know we are all thinking it, so I will just say it.....
I am slightly disappointed in my floating astronaut baby ticker over on the right of the page --->
See it? I really thought that the oval circle was meant to be my belly. I had hoped that as the baby got bigger in my real belly, it, too, would grow in the ticker on my page. But......to my chagrin, that baby hasn't grown since I first attached it to my page. In my actual belly, this child is quickly running out of space. On my page, Josie appears to have PLENTY of room to grow.....this is not accurate!
How embarrassing!? Hopefully many of you have not taken the disappointment you must feel in my ability to pick out accurate tickers and allowed this to led you to question my actual parenting skills. If you have.....my apologizes, fancy pants.
Although, I do like the count down and seeing how many days I have left each time I open the blog, but sheesh...I could have done that with any old generic ticker. Guess you can't win them all!
I am slightly disappointed in my floating astronaut baby ticker over on the right of the page --->
See it? I really thought that the oval circle was meant to be my belly. I had hoped that as the baby got bigger in my real belly, it, too, would grow in the ticker on my page. But......to my chagrin, that baby hasn't grown since I first attached it to my page. In my actual belly, this child is quickly running out of space. On my page, Josie appears to have PLENTY of room to grow.....this is not accurate!
How embarrassing!? Hopefully many of you have not taken the disappointment you must feel in my ability to pick out accurate tickers and allowed this to led you to question my actual parenting skills. If you have.....my apologizes, fancy pants.
Although, I do like the count down and seeing how many days I have left each time I open the blog, but sheesh...I could have done that with any old generic ticker. Guess you can't win them all!
Pumpkin Belly- 35 weeks
I have not put a whole lot of pregnant belly pictures on the blog because, as most pregnant women will agree, this is not really a time of my life I want to share those bare belly shots. Although "natural and beautiful", let's face it......giant bellies are giant bellies and being self-conscious generally does not take a vacation simply because I am pregnant.
BUT.....some of these were too cute not to share! My friends Samantha and Sydney came to the house last night and helped me make the belly a little festive! Enjoy!
BUT.....some of these were too cute not to share! My friends Samantha and Sydney came to the house last night and helped me make the belly a little festive! Enjoy!
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Measuring a year.......
525,600 minutes....how do you measure, measure a year?
I have never actually seen the musical/Broadway show Rent, but I am somewhat familiar (meaning I know guess about 60% of the words) with the song "Seasons of Love".
As I have been thinking about writing this blog, I find myself singing this song (mostly the refrain) over and over in my head.
This weekend marked one year since I wrote this blog..... http://thebicefamilyblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/creative-ways-to-make-baby.html
I look back at this blog and any of the blogs I wrote regarding our infertility and IVF process and my heart hurts for "Lauren and Brandon of one year ago". One year ago we had no idea where our lives were heading and what would come of our IVF process. One year ago I was terrified and barely able to be completely honest with myself that we may not be able to have children. The only answer we were given was that IVF ICSI was our only shot...no specifics, no guarantees, just lots of questions.
And here we are, almost exactly one year later, 34 weeks pregnant! I can tell you, briefly, how we measured this past year. I won't list every emotion that we have felt this past year, the insane highs and the scary lows...but the easiest way for me to measure this past year, is in LOVE. I know, it sounds so freaking corny, but it's true. This time last year we had no answers to the constant "When will you guys have kids?" We didn't know if it was possible to ever have children.
Only a few more weeks until we meet our daughter (I can't tell you how weird it feels to say that)! 525,600 minutes and here I am.....writing about our happy ending! We feel blessed, and lucky, and so much love! We will never forget this past year....where we started, what we went through, and our miracle outcome!
I have never actually seen the musical/Broadway show Rent, but I am somewhat familiar (meaning I
As I have been thinking about writing this blog, I find myself singing this song (mostly the refrain) over and over in my head.
This weekend marked one year since I wrote this blog..... http://thebicefamilyblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/creative-ways-to-make-baby.html
I look back at this blog and any of the blogs I wrote regarding our infertility and IVF process and my heart hurts for "Lauren and Brandon of one year ago". One year ago we had no idea where our lives were heading and what would come of our IVF process. One year ago I was terrified and barely able to be completely honest with myself that we may not be able to have children. The only answer we were given was that IVF ICSI was our only shot...no specifics, no guarantees, just lots of questions.
And here we are, almost exactly one year later, 34 weeks pregnant! I can tell you, briefly, how we measured this past year. I won't list every emotion that we have felt this past year, the insane highs and the scary lows...but the easiest way for me to measure this past year, is in LOVE. I know, it sounds so freaking corny, but it's true. This time last year we had no answers to the constant "When will you guys have kids?" We didn't know if it was possible to ever have children.
Only a few more weeks until we meet our daughter (I can't tell you how weird it feels to say that)! 525,600 minutes and here I am.....writing about our happy ending! We feel blessed, and lucky, and so much love! We will never forget this past year....where we started, what we went through, and our miracle outcome!
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Angry seas.....
I laid in bed for about 15 minutes this morning just watching my belly move! Some days watching Josie kick can only be caught if you happen to be looking at the exact right place at the exact right time. Then there are moments like today, where you could see the movement from across the room, and still be totally grossed out (or excited).
I don't know that I will ever get used to her movements, but I can tell you that I totally love them. Some women think it feels creepy or weird. And, although I agree, it's not natural to have another human squirming around in there, I think it's completely awesome! Even when she kicks me so hard it takes my breath, I wind up wishing for more.
This morning in particular my stomach resembled a scene from a movie. I am sure the first movie you thought of was Alien, but I was thinking more along the lines of "The Perfect Storm". My belly rolled in one direction, then turned back and rolled across the other way. It was like the motion of an angry sea! Huge waves passing by....but thankfully no sea-sickness or lost ships here. As Josie gets bigger her movements are more detectable and noticeable by others and drastic!
I have already decided she's a morning girl, like her Daddy (which leaves me none too happy, as I am NOT a morning person). She also seems to be the most active right before lunch time and soon after dinner. She is large enough, and my belly round enough, that just yesterday a co-worker watched in awww as she shifted around inside my stomach. I can't get over how much I love this little lady already, even if she IS a morning person! I hope to catch some of her motions and movements on video soon and add them to the blog. Again, although some people find it creepy....I think it's amazing!
I don't know that I will ever get used to her movements, but I can tell you that I totally love them. Some women think it feels creepy or weird. And, although I agree, it's not natural to have another human squirming around in there, I think it's completely awesome! Even when she kicks me so hard it takes my breath, I wind up wishing for more.
This morning in particular my stomach resembled a scene from a movie. I am sure the first movie you thought of was Alien, but I was thinking more along the lines of "The Perfect Storm". My belly rolled in one direction, then turned back and rolled across the other way. It was like the motion of an angry sea! Huge waves passing by....but thankfully no sea-sickness or lost ships here. As Josie gets bigger her movements are more detectable and noticeable by others and drastic!
I have already decided she's a morning girl, like her Daddy (which leaves me none too happy, as I am NOT a morning person). She also seems to be the most active right before lunch time and soon after dinner. She is large enough, and my belly round enough, that just yesterday a co-worker watched in awww as she shifted around inside my stomach. I can't get over how much I love this little lady already, even if she IS a morning person! I hope to catch some of her motions and movements on video soon and add them to the blog. Again, although some people find it creepy....I think it's amazing!
Monday, September 19, 2011
International and National pizza experiences OR Happy Anniversary
As Brandon and I were counting down the days to our 3rd Wedding Anniversary (which is today, by the way) we reminisced about when we met and started dating and even our wedding day.
After many months of communicating, Brandon and I finally met in person (the whole story can be found here http://thebicefamilyblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/myspace-shout-out.html). (Can someone please teach me how to put an old blog into a new blog with out actually having to paste the link directly....it would make me very very happy! I want to be able to say "the story is here" and the here is a direct link to the old blog.)
Anyway......I wondered how things might work for Brandon and I. The week or so after we met up for the first time, I headed off to Italy for 2 weeks. Brandon always says "I figured that was the last I would hear from you. You would go to Italy and come back not thinking anything about me." The truth was....I went to Italy and told my family about him. I remember talking to my Aunt and telling her about this guy I had just spent an evening with, how he was different, and funny, and that I really like him. Little did any of us know, he was the man I would end up spending the rest of my life with.
While I was in Italy I was regularly updating my myspace blog (this was long before my days on Facebook or Blogger...back when blogging on myspace was cool). Myspace was the regular form of communication between Brandon and I. It was how we met, how we got to know one another and how he initially had me laughing out loud (before LOL was popular). While over seas Brandon sent me a hilarious message about how he, too, was visiting Italy, in his own kitchen. One night while I was away, Brandon had the authentic Italian experience by opening a bottle of Yellow Tail (which happens to be one of my cheap favorites)
and scorching (to the bottom of his oven) a Totino's pizza (which is, in my opinion, the worst cheap pizza you could ever eat).
When I think back to my vacation in Italy, Brandon often reminds me, that he, too, spend a lovely evening in Italy. It was much more lovely, I am sure, once the oven quit smoking and the burnt pizza was disposed of.
Brandon left for business in Chicago over the weekend. He spent a couple of days at his parents home just south of Chicago and got up early this morning and headed into the city for a conference. Brandon and I were engaged in the beautiful city of Chicago, and although it has been a huge part of his life growing up, it will always hold a special place in my heart, too. When we visited Chicago he insisted on taking me to his favorite Chicago style pizzeria. I was sure I would like it, although I had absolutely no idea how much I would love it. It was, by far, the most delicious pizza I have ever tasted. In my many months of pregnancy, I have often dreamt of a deep-dish Chicago Style pizza showing up at my door, hot and ready (some women dream of naked men, I dream of pizza). Unfortunately, no matter how hard we try, we just can't get anywhere near the quality of Chicago style pizza in sweet little Knoxville, TN.
Until now! Yesterday while roughing the grocery store alone I stumbled upon my new favorite pizza. Behold.....the Digiorno Personal sized Deep Dish Pizza (otherwise known as my new obsession).....
When browsing the instructions I noticed that there was an option to microwave this pizza. Don't do this! Who in their right mind would microwave a pizza? I almost put the pizza back, just because they had this as an option. Thankfully at the last second I noticed there were also oven cooking instructions and once again, all was right in my world.
So, last night, in an attempt to have my very own Chicago experience, I heated the oven (the same oven that allowed Brandon his Italy experience...and the same oven that probably still has burnt cheese in the bottom from his Totino's pizza) and cooked my very first Digiorno deep dish pizza. Let me just tell you......It was freaking AMAZING! Get one. Do it today....right now even....I'll wait. Don't get me wrong, this isn't as good as the real thing, but sometimes we can't have the real thing. Sometimes we have to go with the next best thing.....and in this case, it was a keeper.
Happy 3rd Wedding Anniversary, Brandon! I wish I was in Chicago with you to celebrate! Although we can't be there together, I am there in heart and spirit, and personal pizzas! Thank you for being an amazing man, for all the love and support you give, and for being (already) an incredible father to our daughter! You are a blessing in my life and you will be one in Josie's life, too! Thank you for nearly 5 years (in October) of laughter and fun and non-stop antics! I never knew men like you actually existed....and I am forever grateful that you chose me as your wife! Love you always!
After many months of communicating, Brandon and I finally met in person (the whole story can be found here http://thebicefamilyblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/myspace-shout-out.html). (Can someone please teach me how to put an old blog into a new blog with out actually having to paste the link directly....it would make me very very happy! I want to be able to say "the story is here" and the here is a direct link to the old blog.)
Anyway......I wondered how things might work for Brandon and I. The week or so after we met up for the first time, I headed off to Italy for 2 weeks. Brandon always says "I figured that was the last I would hear from you. You would go to Italy and come back not thinking anything about me." The truth was....I went to Italy and told my family about him. I remember talking to my Aunt and telling her about this guy I had just spent an evening with, how he was different, and funny, and that I really like him. Little did any of us know, he was the man I would end up spending the rest of my life with.
While I was in Italy I was regularly updating my myspace blog (this was long before my days on Facebook or Blogger...back when blogging on myspace was cool). Myspace was the regular form of communication between Brandon and I. It was how we met, how we got to know one another and how he initially had me laughing out loud (before LOL was popular). While over seas Brandon sent me a hilarious message about how he, too, was visiting Italy, in his own kitchen. One night while I was away, Brandon had the authentic Italian experience by opening a bottle of Yellow Tail (which happens to be one of my cheap favorites)
and scorching (to the bottom of his oven) a Totino's pizza (which is, in my opinion, the worst cheap pizza you could ever eat).
When I think back to my vacation in Italy, Brandon often reminds me, that he, too, spend a lovely evening in Italy. It was much more lovely, I am sure, once the oven quit smoking and the burnt pizza was disposed of.
Until now! Yesterday while roughing the grocery store alone I stumbled upon my new favorite pizza. Behold.....the Digiorno Personal sized Deep Dish Pizza (otherwise known as my new obsession).....
So, last night, in an attempt to have my very own Chicago experience, I heated the oven (the same oven that allowed Brandon his Italy experience...and the same oven that probably still has burnt cheese in the bottom from his Totino's pizza) and cooked my very first Digiorno deep dish pizza. Let me just tell you......It was freaking AMAZING! Get one. Do it today....right now even....I'll wait. Don't get me wrong, this isn't as good as the real thing, but sometimes we can't have the real thing. Sometimes we have to go with the next best thing.....and in this case, it was a keeper.
Happy 3rd Wedding Anniversary, Brandon! I wish I was in Chicago with you to celebrate! Although we can't be there together, I am there in heart and spirit, and personal pizzas! Thank you for being an amazing man, for all the love and support you give, and for being (already) an incredible father to our daughter! You are a blessing in my life and you will be one in Josie's life, too! Thank you for nearly 5 years (in October) of laughter and fun and non-stop antics! I never knew men like you actually existed....and I am forever grateful that you chose me as your wife! Love you always!
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
I want this.....
After speaking with many running moms, I have decided this is the stroller I must have in order to run with Josie.
This is the BOB stroller and apparently all running moms swear by them! Also, you apparently have to name your first born BOB to get one! Holy smokes these things are expensive. I am currently searching for a used one, along with the rest of the moms in the world.
I am sure you are thinking "Your baby is not even born yet and you aren't supposed to run with babies until they are at least 8 months old, so why worry about it now?" Well.....I am assuming that they don't want new moms running with newborns because baby's sweet little neck is still so unstable. BUT....you forget that my baby is going to have a GIANT head, because that is the Bice/Ryan way. And with a GIANT head comes abnormally strong neck muscles. And abnormally strong neck muscles can lead to the possibility of being pushed in a jogging stroller at a younger age (maybe 6 months).
I knew these giant heads were going to pay-off at some point. Now I just have to figure out where I can buy a good used or new BOB stroller without having to sell a kidney. Maybe there is a black market for them? Who knows, but if you hear something about a good way to get one for cheap (that is legal), please let me know!
This is the BOB stroller and apparently all running moms swear by them! Also, you apparently have to name your first born BOB to get one! Holy smokes these things are expensive. I am currently searching for a used one, along with the rest of the moms in the world.
I am sure you are thinking "Your baby is not even born yet and you aren't supposed to run with babies until they are at least 8 months old, so why worry about it now?" Well.....I am assuming that they don't want new moms running with newborns because baby's sweet little neck is still so unstable. BUT....you forget that my baby is going to have a GIANT head, because that is the Bice/Ryan way. And with a GIANT head comes abnormally strong neck muscles. And abnormally strong neck muscles can lead to the possibility of being pushed in a jogging stroller at a younger age (maybe 6 months).
I knew these giant heads were going to pay-off at some point. Now I just have to figure out where I can buy a good used or new BOB stroller without having to sell a kidney. Maybe there is a black market for them? Who knows, but if you hear something about a good way to get one for cheap (that is legal), please let me know!
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
The beautiful state of Denial....
Denial can be like a short vacation if you use it properly (which I always do)! It's a pretty spot that I like to go to whenever I don't want to deal with the realities of life. It's a lovely land I have been visiting since May! Unfortunately my temporary visa in Denial is about to run out and soon I will be returning to the land of Reality....a not so pretty place where decisions have to be made and burying your head in the sand is not acceptable (stupid Reality).
This Friday, I will officially be 30 weeks along in this pregnancy. And although I could try to extend my stay in Denial just a bit longer, the adult (right?) in me has determined that now is just a good of time as any to catch the first bus back to the real world. Part of this came about just this morning when I found this picture online. Please note...this is not me. I stole this picture from another blog, but it is so neat I had to share.
This picture should give you a pretty good idea about the approximate size of Baby Josie (i.e.- She's HUGE). Is anyone else concerned about the size of this 30-week baby's head? Or is that just me? Doesn't it seem rather large, considering there are 10 weeks left to go?
It's amazing to think that we came from this....
To this.....
With only 10 weeks left in this pregnancy, it's time to prepare myself for the reality that is to come.....labor. This baby has to come out and if she is anything like me or her Daddy, she will make a grand entrance complete with loud screaming, thrashing, and most likely...Jazz Hands (because what baby doesn't want to enter the world like this)!
The reality of this pregnancy coming to an end is also coupled by the fact that this coming weekend I have two baby showers! I am extremely excited to get to see friends and family who have not seen me in many months (since I took on my own zip code). Back in June my amazing family threw Brandon and I a surprise baby shower. I cried through the entire thing (tears of joy). My goal this weekend is to patch those leaks and try my best to NOT cry at every single thing I open or see! Although, the way I see it, we have so much to be grateful for, it's okay to cry a little.
Tomorrow I return to the doctor's office for my Glucola re-testing! I am dreading this, as it will take most of my morning and keep me from my breakfast, morning snack, afternoon snack and early lunch. Did I mention I am now housing my very own zip code? Yeah...I am huge! Just now, I thought to myself...maybe I shouldn't have had that piece of cookie cake 3 minutes ago (and I wonder why I can't pass the Glucola test).
If I can make it past this test tomorrow, we are hoping for smooth sailing for the final 10 weeks of this pregnancy. Brandon and I consider this pregnancy to be a blessing in so many ways. Most of all we are thankful for how easy things have been so far (knock on wood). It's amazing how much things can change in only a year's time. Ten more weeks and we meet our daughter....that sounds so strange. Especially considering this time last year we were not sure we would ever be able to say those words. I don't mind stepping back into reality, even if it does involve labor and pain and discomfort. I don't mind one bit, because in the end, a beautiful little Josie awaits us! How amazing is that?
This Friday, I will officially be 30 weeks along in this pregnancy. And although I could try to extend my stay in Denial just a bit longer, the adult (right?) in me has determined that now is just a good of time as any to catch the first bus back to the real world. Part of this came about just this morning when I found this picture online. Please note...this is not me. I stole this picture from another blog, but it is so neat I had to share.
This picture should give you a pretty good idea about the approximate size of Baby Josie (i.e.- She's HUGE). Is anyone else concerned about the size of this 30-week baby's head? Or is that just me? Doesn't it seem rather large, considering there are 10 weeks left to go?
It's amazing to think that we came from this....
To this.....
With only 10 weeks left in this pregnancy, it's time to prepare myself for the reality that is to come.....labor. This baby has to come out and if she is anything like me or her Daddy, she will make a grand entrance complete with loud screaming, thrashing, and most likely...Jazz Hands (because what baby doesn't want to enter the world like this)!
The reality of this pregnancy coming to an end is also coupled by the fact that this coming weekend I have two baby showers! I am extremely excited to get to see friends and family who have not seen me in many months (since I took on my own zip code). Back in June my amazing family threw Brandon and I a surprise baby shower. I cried through the entire thing (tears of joy). My goal this weekend is to patch those leaks and try my best to NOT cry at every single thing I open or see! Although, the way I see it, we have so much to be grateful for, it's okay to cry a little.
Tomorrow I return to the doctor's office for my Glucola re-testing! I am dreading this, as it will take most of my morning and keep me from my breakfast, morning snack, afternoon snack and early lunch. Did I mention I am now housing my very own zip code? Yeah...I am huge! Just now, I thought to myself...maybe I shouldn't have had that piece of cookie cake 3 minutes ago (and I wonder why I can't pass the Glucola test).
If I can make it past this test tomorrow, we are hoping for smooth sailing for the final 10 weeks of this pregnancy. Brandon and I consider this pregnancy to be a blessing in so many ways. Most of all we are thankful for how easy things have been so far (knock on wood). It's amazing how much things can change in only a year's time. Ten more weeks and we meet our daughter....that sounds so strange. Especially considering this time last year we were not sure we would ever be able to say those words. I don't mind stepping back into reality, even if it does involve labor and pain and discomfort. I don't mind one bit, because in the end, a beautiful little Josie awaits us! How amazing is that?
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Mission Cinna-Tum-Tum
I would be lying if I told you there was not part of me that planned to use this pregnancy as an excuse to eat some of the things I will not allow myself to have during normal times (when I am expected to look nice in those tight pants or bathing suit).
Basically since the first week we found out I was pregnant I have been plotting and planning this mission. I have waited (not so patiently) for myself to get large and obviously pregnant before carrying out this mission. In my mind it was truly important that people NOT judge me and my choices. In my mind, who could blame a pregnant woman for wanting what she wants? No one, that's who.
Although I still don't feel as though I am LARGE enough (believe it or not) to NOT be judged, this preggo could wait no longer. Last Saturday, while at the grocery store, Mission Cinna-Tum-Tum was in full effect....and I purchased this......
Holy Heaven! I can't tell you how long it's been since I have had a cinnamon roll, but my undying love for them has never skipped a beat. The reunion was sweet....so sweet. Thankfully (knowing my lack of self-control), I bought the 5 pack of cinnamon rolls, instead of the 8 pack (as I would have eaten every last one...undoubtedly....and scraped the icing off the pan).
This morning my amazing husband woke up a little extra early and popped these bad boys in the oven. By the time I was ready for work, so was this gooey, sweet, delicious treat! I am sure a doctor would tell you have should be having oat bran and fruit for breakfast this morning, but there were not any doctors hanging around my kitchen to object to my morning buzz! I am sure Baby Josie will be doing back flips momentarily from the sugary sweet overload! One of us will be, that is for sure!
It's nice to give in to some of the cravings and temptations once in a while. I have determined (this morning), it's one of the amazing perks of being pregnant! So, stop judging me!
Basically since the first week we found out I was pregnant I have been plotting and planning this mission. I have waited (not so patiently) for myself to get large and obviously pregnant before carrying out this mission. In my mind it was truly important that people NOT judge me and my choices. In my mind, who could blame a pregnant woman for wanting what she wants? No one, that's who.
Although I still don't feel as though I am LARGE enough (believe it or not) to NOT be judged, this preggo could wait no longer. Last Saturday, while at the grocery store, Mission Cinna-Tum-Tum was in full effect....and I purchased this......
Holy Heaven! I can't tell you how long it's been since I have had a cinnamon roll, but my undying love for them has never skipped a beat. The reunion was sweet....so sweet. Thankfully (knowing my lack of self-control), I bought the 5 pack of cinnamon rolls, instead of the 8 pack (as I would have eaten every last one...undoubtedly....and scraped the icing off the pan).
This morning my amazing husband woke up a little extra early and popped these bad boys in the oven. By the time I was ready for work, so was this gooey, sweet, delicious treat! I am sure a doctor would tell you have should be having oat bran and fruit for breakfast this morning, but there were not any doctors hanging around my kitchen to object to my morning buzz! I am sure Baby Josie will be doing back flips momentarily from the sugary sweet overload! One of us will be, that is for sure!
It's nice to give in to some of the cravings and temptations once in a while. I have determined (this morning), it's one of the amazing perks of being pregnant! So, stop judging me!
Monday, August 22, 2011
I know I am getting big when.......
As of Friday, I will officially be 7 months (or 28 weeks) along. In my mind 7 months sounds so much more pregnant, and this is likely the term I will use, especially since I am starting to get huge. How huge am I?
I know I am getting huge when....
-I am constantly running into things with my belly. All sorts of random things have started to jump out at me and hit me right in the stomach. These things include, but are not limited to sinks, doors, people, various furniture (especially couches), and again.....people. Folks who probably never thought they would have the opportunity to get very intimate with my giant belly are now being accosted by it regularly (yet not intentionally). For whatever reason I still have it in my head that I can fit into small spaces. For instance- squeezing between chairs in a conference room or getting between the couch and the island in my house. It is very embarrassing when I get wedged into these spots and can't get out...or worse...have to turn around and go the other direction. Misjudging the size of this growing mass may leave me with lots of bruises and embarrassment.
-People are starting to recognize that I am indeed pregnant.
-My belly button looks like it's only moments away from popping out (which by the way totally freaking freaks me out....but this will have to be a whole other post of it's own).
-All these cute "summer non-maternity" dresses that I have been wearing for years are no longer cute, as my booty and belly are now in a tug-o-war to see which can consume the most fabric.
-My growing giant belly makes my also growing boobs look small. Trust me....that's when I know I am getting big. REAL BIG!
Since I have not included many photos of my ever-growing self on the blog, I will put a picture below. This should give you an idea of how HUGE I am really getting. Enjoy.
*Please note: I am pulling my dress tight so my large-ness will be shown...it doesn't look like this normally when I wear it!
I know I am getting huge when....
-I am constantly running into things with my belly. All sorts of random things have started to jump out at me and hit me right in the stomach. These things include, but are not limited to sinks, doors, people, various furniture (especially couches), and again.....people. Folks who probably never thought they would have the opportunity to get very intimate with my giant belly are now being accosted by it regularly (yet not intentionally). For whatever reason I still have it in my head that I can fit into small spaces. For instance- squeezing between chairs in a conference room or getting between the couch and the island in my house. It is very embarrassing when I get wedged into these spots and can't get out...or worse...have to turn around and go the other direction. Misjudging the size of this growing mass may leave me with lots of bruises and embarrassment.
-People are starting to recognize that I am indeed pregnant.
-My belly button looks like it's only moments away from popping out (which by the way totally freaking freaks me out....but this will have to be a whole other post of it's own).
-All these cute "summer non-maternity" dresses that I have been wearing for years are no longer cute, as my booty and belly are now in a tug-o-war to see which can consume the most fabric.
-My growing giant belly makes my also growing boobs look small. Trust me....that's when I know I am getting big. REAL BIG!
Since I have not included many photos of my ever-growing self on the blog, I will put a picture below. This should give you an idea of how HUGE I am really getting. Enjoy.
*Please note: I am pulling my dress tight so my large-ness will be shown...it doesn't look like this normally when I wear it!
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
The things strangers now know about me....
Sometimes I hate going into car service centers or oil change places or anywhere where the majority of the staff is male. Sometimes. (Read: this morning) Why is it that when I go into these places I feel like I am being oggled? Is that a woman's lack of confidence and paranoia? Or is it because it is actually happening and I can feel the eyes of strangers on me? Maybe it's a combination of both?
This morning I dropped my truck off at a Chevy dealership to have it worked on. Like most dealership service areas, it was all men. And they were all hanging out (read: standing around) and drinking their coffee (and in my mind...waiting for someone to stare at).
These days I find myself large- ALL OVER. Things that were already big, are even bigger. And obviously, things that fit before are now a little tighter. I can't help but be overly self-conscious these days, so naturally I felt as though my giant belly and larger "other parts" (ahem) were being noticed. After leaving my keys with service, calling my ride, and sitting outside for 15 minutes, the service consultant approached me. He let me know that the part my car needed would have to be ordered and wouldn't be available until tomorrow.
To retrieve my car, I had to go back into service and ask for it to be brought back around. Again, my paranoia took hold and I swear I felt eyes on me....the whole time. The young man who brought my car back to me was extremely kind. He was even extremely patient when he witnessed me accidentally pour 20 ounces of ice water in the front seat of my car. He was even more patient after offering to go get me paper towels and a seat cover. It was quite sweet of him and I was completely grateful....and mortified. And yet, somewhat relieved that he was no longer starting at my larger parts, but instead looking at me with great pity. It was then that he decided to introduce himself as the gentleman who would be doing the work on my car tomorrow. Terrific (I feel like a complete ass).
Eventually I made it to the office this morning. It has just been one of those days where I felt like starting over or going home and crawling back into bed might be a better option. Once inside I was happily greeted by my dear friend and co-worker, Samantha. One of the first things Samantha says to me this morning is "Are you wearing polka-dotted panties under your dress?" Ummmm....splendid. This whole morning the entire world has had a great view of my undies.....because apparently there are parts of my dress that are see through and today I chose NOT to wear a slip (mostly because it doesn't fit over my ever-growing bottom anymore).
I am not sure which is worse.....
Feeling a slight bit justified that maybe it was not paranoia, but actually people staring at the unfortunate girl who unknowingly was flashing her polka-dotted panties to every Chevy service crew member.....
OR
Or being that unfortunate girl who was unknowingly flashing my polka-dotted panties to every Chevy service crew member.
I believe this is one of those lose/lose situations. Oh, but don't worry, there is good news here....I get to go back tomorrow. I wonder if they will remember me?
Please Note: I am well aware that all male work places are not this way. I am also well aware that the chances of people looking at a nearly 7 month pregnant me are very slim and my paranoia and lack of self-confidence are most likely the major problems here. Yeah...I am aware...so stop thinking badly of me!
This morning I dropped my truck off at a Chevy dealership to have it worked on. Like most dealership service areas, it was all men. And they were all hanging out (read: standing around) and drinking their coffee (and in my mind...waiting for someone to stare at).
These days I find myself large- ALL OVER. Things that were already big, are even bigger. And obviously, things that fit before are now a little tighter. I can't help but be overly self-conscious these days, so naturally I felt as though my giant belly and larger "other parts" (ahem) were being noticed. After leaving my keys with service, calling my ride, and sitting outside for 15 minutes, the service consultant approached me. He let me know that the part my car needed would have to be ordered and wouldn't be available until tomorrow.
To retrieve my car, I had to go back into service and ask for it to be brought back around. Again, my paranoia took hold and I swear I felt eyes on me....the whole time. The young man who brought my car back to me was extremely kind. He was even extremely patient when he witnessed me accidentally pour 20 ounces of ice water in the front seat of my car. He was even more patient after offering to go get me paper towels and a seat cover. It was quite sweet of him and I was completely grateful....and mortified. And yet, somewhat relieved that he was no longer starting at my larger parts, but instead looking at me with great pity. It was then that he decided to introduce himself as the gentleman who would be doing the work on my car tomorrow. Terrific (I feel like a complete ass).
Eventually I made it to the office this morning. It has just been one of those days where I felt like starting over or going home and crawling back into bed might be a better option. Once inside I was happily greeted by my dear friend and co-worker, Samantha. One of the first things Samantha says to me this morning is "Are you wearing polka-dotted panties under your dress?" Ummmm....splendid. This whole morning the entire world has had a great view of my undies.....because apparently there are parts of my dress that are see through and today I chose NOT to wear a slip (mostly because it doesn't fit over my ever-growing bottom anymore).
I am not sure which is worse.....
Feeling a slight bit justified that maybe it was not paranoia, but actually people staring at the unfortunate girl who unknowingly was flashing her polka-dotted panties to every Chevy service crew member.....
OR
Or being that unfortunate girl who was unknowingly flashing my polka-dotted panties to every Chevy service crew member.
I believe this is one of those lose/lose situations. Oh, but don't worry, there is good news here....I get to go back tomorrow. I wonder if they will remember me?
Please Note: I am well aware that all male work places are not this way. I am also well aware that the chances of people looking at a nearly 7 month pregnant me are very slim and my paranoia and lack of self-confidence are most likely the major problems here. Yeah...I am aware...so stop thinking badly of me!
Friday, August 5, 2011
My husband, the Runner
About three months ago my amazing husband decided to take up running, again. When Brandon was a bit younger he did quite a bit of running and if my memory serves me correctly, he even joined a running club that did long runs (7-10 miles) at least once a week. So running is not a new sport to Brandon, just one he has decided to revisit.
Although Brandon has run with me in the past,his shin splints generally get the best of him and he winds up in so much pain it's just not worth it. I think this time around, he simply ran through the pain and out of the shin splints, like Forrest Gump and those tacky leg braces, except B's shin splints weren't visible to the rest of the world. And although he gets plagued by the pain every now and again, for the most part his shins are doing much better.
This is the best Forrest Gump, leg braces picture I could find.
ANYWAY-
I am so proud of how far Brandon has come in the past couple of months. He has become a pretty dedicated runner. Running through this dreadful heat and humidity is enough to make any runner want to quit!
Tonight Brandon will have his second trail race. Tonight...he conquers.....
Here is a map of the Haw Ridge Trail Race (which might as well be written in Japanese)
I love the fact that he is a runner now, but I HATE that he decided to revisit this passion while I am unable to join in. While he spends his evenings bettering himself, I spend my evenings flailing around on the couch. Do you know I have to use a "roll move" to get out of bed now? Brandon jokes that once this baby is born and the doctor gives me the okay to start running again, he will probably take another "break" from the sport. I generally reply by mumbling curse words under my breath and giving him the look of death.
While Brandon is out working hard and getting in shape, I am taking on a whole new shape of my own. Speaking of morbidly obese......I have started to swell. By the end of most days I usually look like this....
The only difference is I don't have the cute sailor outfit or the hat.
In truth, I am very proud of Brandon! He is working really hard and his hard work is paying off. I can't wait to start running with him this winter! I can't wait for us to include Josie (in a stroller, of course. We don't expect she will be a good enough runner to keep up with us right away) in our runs! Hopefully this time next year, both Brandon and I will be gearing up for the Haw Ridge Trail Race 2012! Good Luck Brandon! I know you will do great!!!
Although Brandon has run with me in the past,his shin splints generally get the best of him and he winds up in so much pain it's just not worth it. I think this time around, he simply ran through the pain and out of the shin splints, like Forrest Gump and those tacky leg braces, except B's shin splints weren't visible to the rest of the world. And although he gets plagued by the pain every now and again, for the most part his shins are doing much better.
This is the best Forrest Gump, leg braces picture I could find.
ANYWAY-
I am so proud of how far Brandon has come in the past couple of months. He has become a pretty dedicated runner. Running through this dreadful heat and humidity is enough to make any runner want to quit!
Tonight Brandon will have his second trail race. Tonight...he conquers.....
Here is a map of the Haw Ridge Trail Race (which might as well be written in Japanese)
I love the fact that he is a runner now, but I HATE that he decided to revisit this passion while I am unable to join in. While he spends his evenings bettering himself, I spend my evenings flailing around on the couch. Do you know I have to use a "roll move" to get out of bed now? Brandon jokes that once this baby is born and the doctor gives me the okay to start running again, he will probably take another "break" from the sport. I generally reply by mumbling curse words under my breath and giving him the look of death.
While Brandon is out working hard and getting in shape, I am taking on a whole new shape of my own. Speaking of morbidly obese......I have started to swell. By the end of most days I usually look like this....
The only difference is I don't have the cute sailor outfit or the hat.
In truth, I am very proud of Brandon! He is working really hard and his hard work is paying off. I can't wait to start running with him this winter! I can't wait for us to include Josie (in a stroller, of course. We don't expect she will be a good enough runner to keep up with us right away) in our runs! Hopefully this time next year, both Brandon and I will be gearing up for the Haw Ridge Trail Race 2012! Good Luck Brandon! I know you will do great!!!
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
The Push Gift......
Well....first and foremost, you may have noticed I added a little something to my blog. Go ahead, take a moment and look around and see if you notice it. I'll wait.
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If you didn't notice (or maybe you did) I added this little gadget at the top right that shows what it would look like if baby Josie was in outer space! So cool. She makes a pretty darn cute astronaut, don't you think? I wanted to add one of these do dads a while ago, but was really waiting for Josie to get cuter. When the baby looks like it's part alien, with the giant mis-shapen head that is totally out of proportion to its body, I would rather not show her off! Now...cute as a button! Enjoy!
Okay...now on to my real reason for this post....
The Push Gift
Have you guys heard of this? I find it hysterical, yet fascinating (only because I might get a new toy or something cool out of it). But...apparently in recent years the idea of providing a new mom with a "present or gift" has become popular in the United States. I am too lazy to do research, but I imagine this didn't start in the US (although it would make perfect sense, considering how freaking materialistic we are). I would also imagine the concept of the gift was not to give new mommy a new iphone or diamond bracelet (although I wouldn't complain).
Regardless of where it started, or why it started, Push Gifts are quite popular these days. Which works out well for me, since I will be pushing soon enough. In reality, having a baby should be present enough. If the hubby wants to give me a real gift, maybe he could take over the 1am and 5am wake-up feeding calls! But, I know that won't happen.
And although the entire idea of getting a gift for birthing a baby (which, by the way, is going to happen whether I push or not) seems crazy....I, of course, will accept anything that may be given to me! I will be especially excited to accept jewelry with or without diamonds, electronic gadgets or toys, and cash! Yep, I said it, cash! Nothing says "Thanks for all you did to have my baby" like a big wad of cash! So....If you see my husband (or any soon-to-be father), share this knowledge....a new mommy will certainly thank you!!
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If you didn't notice (or maybe you did) I added this little gadget at the top right that shows what it would look like if baby Josie was in outer space! So cool. She makes a pretty darn cute astronaut, don't you think? I wanted to add one of these do dads a while ago, but was really waiting for Josie to get cuter. When the baby looks like it's part alien, with the giant mis-shapen head that is totally out of proportion to its body, I would rather not show her off! Now...cute as a button! Enjoy!
Okay...now on to my real reason for this post....
The Push Gift
Have you guys heard of this? I find it hysterical, yet fascinating (only because I might get a new toy or something cool out of it). But...apparently in recent years the idea of providing a new mom with a "present or gift" has become popular in the United States. I am too lazy to do research, but I imagine this didn't start in the US (although it would make perfect sense, considering how freaking materialistic we are). I would also imagine the concept of the gift was not to give new mommy a new iphone or diamond bracelet (although I wouldn't complain).
Regardless of where it started, or why it started, Push Gifts are quite popular these days. Which works out well for me, since I will be pushing soon enough. In reality, having a baby should be present enough. If the hubby wants to give me a real gift, maybe he could take over the 1am and 5am wake-up feeding calls! But, I know that won't happen.
And although the entire idea of getting a gift for birthing a baby (which, by the way, is going to happen whether I push or not) seems crazy....I, of course, will accept anything that may be given to me! I will be especially excited to accept jewelry with or without diamonds, electronic gadgets or toys, and cash! Yep, I said it, cash! Nothing says "Thanks for all you did to have my baby" like a big wad of cash! So....If you see my husband (or any soon-to-be father), share this knowledge....a new mommy will certainly thank you!!
Monday, July 25, 2011
So much stuff......Is this normal?
I am starting to feel a tad bit overwhelmed by all there is to do with this whole "having a baby" business.
Here is a breakdown of the things that will likely drive me to insanity in the coming weeks....
First and foremost: the inevitable is approaching. I had sort of thought that if I didn't think about actually having to give birth to a child, it wouldn't actually happen. Like the saddest form of denial. Maybe if I don't think about it, it won't be a big deal. Right, because I am sure those who just pretend it's not happening don't find themselves the least bit stressed out in the delivery room. But....my body is growing rapidly and what was once a baby baby bump now resembles a beach ball, all spelling impending doom for my lady bits....as this giant child will eventually have to come out of me...ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.
And believe it or not....this is the least of my worries (at least for now).
Second stress: Breastfeeding. I have every intention of breastfeeding Baby Josie. I know breastfeeding isn't easy. I have friends who have, thankfully, been completely honest with me about what to expect. I assumed it would be hard as hell, but after several weeks it would (eventually) be worth it. There is no part of me that actually believes baby and I will be pros at it right away and it won't ever hurt. Thankfully I am not that naive! BUT....
Then someone suggested I buy a couple of books. Dang it....reading has NEVER lead to anything good. I started reading yesterday and let me just tell you what I learned from this freaking book so far....
*1. Breastfeeding should be easy for new moms, all I have to do is have skin-to-skin contact immediately after giving birth and then miraculously my new baby will latch right on (hmm...right?)
*2. The only tool you really need for breastfeeding (other than breasts, obviously) is confidence! (OH Great! Because this book has done a FINE job of shaking my confidence. Now I am ruined.)
*3. Don't be afraid to breastfeed in public. People don't really mind and they really can't see that much of your boob, so don't worry about covering up. (HA! Oh my)
*4. Not breastfeeding isn't the end of the world, it simply means you are a terrible mom and your child will grow up to resent you and probably rob a bank.
This is why I haven't read any birthing/parenting/breastfeeding books thus far. Ignorance is bliss (as is denial). This book has me freaked out. And obviously I am being overly dramatic (obviously) because I can be...this is my blog and I am pregnant...so back off.
And finally...my last stress (which is actually two stresses in one...a mega stress): Baby Crap. Not baby poop (although I am sure that will be a real joy), but this insane push from society for new parents to own every little tinker or trinket for your infant child. I am NOT registering for a pack-n-play, please please please stop shaking your head at me and giving me dirty looks that say "You are a failure as a mother, already". For starters, our house is not large and we don't have a ton of space for kiddie toys what with the meth lab and all (we don't make meth, mom, I promise). But seriously, how much of an affect do you think NOT having a pack-n-play will actually have on my child in the long run, be honest.
In fact, had it not been for our amazing neighbor who gave us all sorts of cool stuff her daughter had, poor Josie would have been totally without and probably suffering.
The truth is, we don't have a big house and the nursery is the smallest room of all. Which leads to the second half of my megastresser.....I think I am starting to nest already (is it too early??? it sure seems like this is happening too early. maybe I should buy a book about it). I want her nursery clean. I want all the baby stuff figured out and decluttered (which I recognize is not a word) and I want all the other junk boxed and put in the attic (my poor husband...I know what he will probably be doing this weekend). Unfortunately I know if I get it cleaned and figured out now, it will only be in chaos again in a month after a baby shower. But, not at least seeing a form of the final product on her nursery is driving me nuts. It's like a little gnat that won't stop buzzing my ear.
I don't handle stress all that well (if you hadn't figured that out) and I am just hoping and praying that these are normal, pregnancy, first time mom stresses. Otherwise, poor Josie may be in for a bumpy ride!
*The book didn't actually say these things quite like this. I am sure it will be really helpful in the end (hopefully).*
Here is a breakdown of the things that will likely drive me to insanity in the coming weeks....
First and foremost: the inevitable is approaching. I had sort of thought that if I didn't think about actually having to give birth to a child, it wouldn't actually happen. Like the saddest form of denial. Maybe if I don't think about it, it won't be a big deal. Right, because I am sure those who just pretend it's not happening don't find themselves the least bit stressed out in the delivery room. But....my body is growing rapidly and what was once a baby baby bump now resembles a beach ball, all spelling impending doom for my lady bits....as this giant child will eventually have to come out of me...ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.
And believe it or not....this is the least of my worries (at least for now).
Second stress: Breastfeeding. I have every intention of breastfeeding Baby Josie. I know breastfeeding isn't easy. I have friends who have, thankfully, been completely honest with me about what to expect. I assumed it would be hard as hell, but after several weeks it would (eventually) be worth it. There is no part of me that actually believes baby and I will be pros at it right away and it won't ever hurt. Thankfully I am not that naive! BUT....
Then someone suggested I buy a couple of books. Dang it....reading has NEVER lead to anything good. I started reading yesterday and let me just tell you what I learned from this freaking book so far....
*1. Breastfeeding should be easy for new moms, all I have to do is have skin-to-skin contact immediately after giving birth and then miraculously my new baby will latch right on (hmm...right?)
*2. The only tool you really need for breastfeeding (other than breasts, obviously) is confidence! (OH Great! Because this book has done a FINE job of shaking my confidence. Now I am ruined.)
*3. Don't be afraid to breastfeed in public. People don't really mind and they really can't see that much of your boob, so don't worry about covering up. (HA! Oh my)
*4. Not breastfeeding isn't the end of the world, it simply means you are a terrible mom and your child will grow up to resent you and probably rob a bank.
This is why I haven't read any birthing/parenting/breastfeeding books thus far. Ignorance is bliss (as is denial). This book has me freaked out. And obviously I am being overly dramatic (obviously) because I can be...this is my blog and I am pregnant...so back off.
And finally...my last stress (which is actually two stresses in one...a mega stress): Baby Crap. Not baby poop (although I am sure that will be a real joy), but this insane push from society for new parents to own every little tinker or trinket for your infant child. I am NOT registering for a pack-n-play, please please please stop shaking your head at me and giving me dirty looks that say "You are a failure as a mother, already". For starters, our house is not large and we don't have a ton of space for kiddie toys what with the meth lab and all (we don't make meth, mom, I promise). But seriously, how much of an affect do you think NOT having a pack-n-play will actually have on my child in the long run, be honest.
In fact, had it not been for our amazing neighbor who gave us all sorts of cool stuff her daughter had, poor Josie would have been totally without and probably suffering.
The truth is, we don't have a big house and the nursery is the smallest room of all. Which leads to the second half of my megastresser.....I think I am starting to nest already (is it too early??? it sure seems like this is happening too early. maybe I should buy a book about it). I want her nursery clean. I want all the baby stuff figured out and decluttered (which I recognize is not a word) and I want all the other junk boxed and put in the attic (my poor husband...I know what he will probably be doing this weekend). Unfortunately I know if I get it cleaned and figured out now, it will only be in chaos again in a month after a baby shower. But, not at least seeing a form of the final product on her nursery is driving me nuts. It's like a little gnat that won't stop buzzing my ear.
I don't handle stress all that well (if you hadn't figured that out) and I am just hoping and praying that these are normal, pregnancy, first time mom stresses. Otherwise, poor Josie may be in for a bumpy ride!
*The book didn't actually say these things quite like this. I am sure it will be really helpful in the end (hopefully).*
Friday, July 15, 2011
Our little monkey....
Yesterday I had an ultrasound at my 22 week doctor's appointment. Baby Josie's heart looks good and strong. The doctors seemed very happy with all her valves and veins, she received an A+! She is such an overachiever already!
Josie is currently (not)tipping the scales at a whooping 1 pound, exactly. She is measuring a day or two ahead of where she needs to be (again, what an overachiever). And the best news of all.....Her head is NOT the size of a cantaloupe, as I had expected. Apparently....she has a normal sized head (as of now) and all of her measurements were right where they need to be. I fear, knowing her Daddy and myself, Josie may have a giant globe like head that I am expected to push out of my body. Her Daddy and I both seem to be large in the head department, so trust me...it's a valid fear. But...so far so good!
I have attached two ultrasound photos of Miss Josie! Sorry they are somewhat poor quality. I took a photo (with my phone) of the ultrasound pics, so it's a photo of a photo. Yeah...I am that hi-tech.
The first picture is just Josie's sweet profile (and normal sized head). The second is my favorite. Those are her little feet up by her head! Right now she is folded like a little taco, with her feet positioned up by her head (such an overachieving future gymnast)!
It's amazing how much we love this little monkey already!
Josie is currently (not)tipping the scales at a whooping 1 pound, exactly. She is measuring a day or two ahead of where she needs to be (again, what an overachiever). And the best news of all.....Her head is NOT the size of a cantaloupe, as I had expected. Apparently....she has a normal sized head (as of now) and all of her measurements were right where they need to be. I fear, knowing her Daddy and myself, Josie may have a giant globe like head that I am expected to push out of my body. Her Daddy and I both seem to be large in the head department, so trust me...it's a valid fear. But...so far so good!
I have attached two ultrasound photos of Miss Josie! Sorry they are somewhat poor quality. I took a photo (with my phone) of the ultrasound pics, so it's a photo of a photo. Yeah...I am that hi-tech.
The first picture is just Josie's sweet profile (and normal sized head). The second is my favorite. Those are her little feet up by her head! Right now she is folded like a little taco, with her feet positioned up by her head (such an overachieving future gymnast)!
It's amazing how much we love this little monkey already!
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
The Little Couple = Huge Impact
I watch too much TV. That would be apparent if you lived with me for one evening. Since you don't live with me, this may become apparent to you after reading this post.
That being said....
I freaking love this show!!!
Actually, to be honest, I love this lady...
(OMG I hate how tiny these pictures are, even when you click on them, but I am too lazy to search for more....sorry)
Nothing against the show (because I love it) or Bill (the sweet hubby), but Jen is a freaking ROCKSTAR! This lady appears to have more drive and determination than most people I know, put together. We all face obstacles in our lives. It's inevitable to meet resistance in one endeavor or more along the way. I imagine, being a little person, Jen has met more resistance than most. I guess the thing I admire most about her is that she does not appear to have ever let her obstacles slow her down. She seems to be an amazing doctor with exactly the right amount of compassion and care. She never complains (at least not on the show) or makes excuses....I know so many people who could learn a lesson or two from her.
I guess I feel like I have a little connection to Jen (in my own weird way). She, too, has had to undergo fertility drugs, shots, and the dreaded (for me) egg retrieval. As I watched last nights episode of Jen's most recent egg retrieval, I could not help but go back to my own experiences. I practically held my breath waiting to learn if any of her eggs were retrieved, then fertilized. I remember, so vividly (mostly because it was just recently) the days of multiple ultrasounds. The days of "are there enough eggs in my ovaries", "are there too many eggs in my ovaries" and of course, the retrieval. Which was painful, both emotionally and physically. I recall waiting to learn how many eggs were retrieved and waiting so nervously to hear if any had fertilized.
Last night's episode was a reminder at what a miracle modern medicine can be. It was also a reminder that there is no guarantee with IVF. You can take all the medicine they advise, endure all the shots, and pay all the money...but in the end you get no guarantee. All you are left with is the faith and hope that things work out the way you wish. Thankfully, Jen and Bill were able to retrieve two more eggs (to add to the one they got from a previous retrieval) and make another embryo (to add to the first one). They now have two embryos! A potential start to their potentially wonderful family!
Just in the past few days I have started to feel Josie's kicks and movements. She is finally strong enough that I know, with out a doubt, that those feelings are indeed kicks and not muscle spasms (or gas...kidding). These kicks are a daily reminder of our personal miracle. Just as I thought, the journey we took to get to Josie has become a distant memory. We celebrate daily the little life within me, but don't reflect on how we got here as often as we probably should. I hope in the near future Jen and Bill are celebrating their growing baby too. I pray, they too, will look back at their journey as a distant memory of where they started....and although they will use a surrogate carrier, I hope the kicks and movements and growing belly will soon be a part of their daily celebrations! Wishing all the luck to this sweet couple.
And if you haven't ever watched this show, take 30 minutes and watch an episode! I guarantee within that half hour you are impressed by the positive attitude and determination of this couple. If you are not....you might be a Communist (which of course you are unlikely to 'fess up to....so whatever...I mean, you're a communist, so why would I even care what you think?).
That being said....
I freaking love this show!!!
Actually, to be honest, I love this lady...
(OMG I hate how tiny these pictures are, even when you click on them, but I am too lazy to search for more....sorry)
Nothing against the show (because I love it) or Bill (the sweet hubby), but Jen is a freaking ROCKSTAR! This lady appears to have more drive and determination than most people I know, put together. We all face obstacles in our lives. It's inevitable to meet resistance in one endeavor or more along the way. I imagine, being a little person, Jen has met more resistance than most. I guess the thing I admire most about her is that she does not appear to have ever let her obstacles slow her down. She seems to be an amazing doctor with exactly the right amount of compassion and care. She never complains (at least not on the show) or makes excuses....I know so many people who could learn a lesson or two from her.
I guess I feel like I have a little connection to Jen (in my own weird way). She, too, has had to undergo fertility drugs, shots, and the dreaded (for me) egg retrieval. As I watched last nights episode of Jen's most recent egg retrieval, I could not help but go back to my own experiences. I practically held my breath waiting to learn if any of her eggs were retrieved, then fertilized. I remember, so vividly (mostly because it was just recently) the days of multiple ultrasounds. The days of "are there enough eggs in my ovaries", "are there too many eggs in my ovaries" and of course, the retrieval. Which was painful, both emotionally and physically. I recall waiting to learn how many eggs were retrieved and waiting so nervously to hear if any had fertilized.
Last night's episode was a reminder at what a miracle modern medicine can be. It was also a reminder that there is no guarantee with IVF. You can take all the medicine they advise, endure all the shots, and pay all the money...but in the end you get no guarantee. All you are left with is the faith and hope that things work out the way you wish. Thankfully, Jen and Bill were able to retrieve two more eggs (to add to the one they got from a previous retrieval) and make another embryo (to add to the first one). They now have two embryos! A potential start to their potentially wonderful family!
Just in the past few days I have started to feel Josie's kicks and movements. She is finally strong enough that I know, with out a doubt, that those feelings are indeed kicks and not muscle spasms (or gas...kidding). These kicks are a daily reminder of our personal miracle. Just as I thought, the journey we took to get to Josie has become a distant memory. We celebrate daily the little life within me, but don't reflect on how we got here as often as we probably should. I hope in the near future Jen and Bill are celebrating their growing baby too. I pray, they too, will look back at their journey as a distant memory of where they started....and although they will use a surrogate carrier, I hope the kicks and movements and growing belly will soon be a part of their daily celebrations! Wishing all the luck to this sweet couple.
And if you haven't ever watched this show, take 30 minutes and watch an episode! I guarantee within that half hour you are impressed by the positive attitude and determination of this couple. If you are not....you might be a Communist (which of course you are unlikely to 'fess up to....so whatever...I mean, you're a communist, so why would I even care what you think?).
Friday, July 8, 2011
Mean Bird
Last night Dixie was being harassed by a bird in our backyard. It was hilarious! Naturally Dixie tried to run inside when the bird went after her. I wanted to put the dogs outside as much as possible last night to see if it would happen again, but Brandon wouldn't let me.
It was very similar to this video (although this is not my dog) and same kind of bird....
This morning as I was getting ready for work I noticed the bird flew up onto our deck. Seconds later Noah came charging onto the deck and ran right to where the bird had been perched. I can only assume he had a little run in with the bird this morning too! Totally made my morning! Is that bad of me?
It was very similar to this video (although this is not my dog) and same kind of bird....
This morning as I was getting ready for work I noticed the bird flew up onto our deck. Seconds later Noah came charging onto the deck and ran right to where the bird had been perched. I can only assume he had a little run in with the bird this morning too! Totally made my morning! Is that bad of me?
Thursday, July 7, 2011
I may never understand.....
I rarely find myself speechless. Whether it be serious or smart aleck (sp?), I almost always have something to say.
This woman.....
....and the outcome of her recent trial have left me speechless. Most people are well aware of who Casey Anthony is and what she was being tried for. Most of us have our own opinions on what may or may not have happened, and most of us decided long before her trial even began if she was guilty or not guilty.
I continue to try to believe that if a jury of her peers (people just like you and I) could not find enough proof or evidence to conclude that she was guilty of the murder of her sweet child, maybe (just maybe) she in fact is not the responsible party. Although not having enough evidence to convict and actually being guilty of that crime can many times be two VERY separate things.
I have to think the jurors are sick over letting this clearly psychopathic woman walk free. I have to think this is NOT the choice they wanted. But...if you can't prove something, you can't convict, right? And now, even if all the evidence in the world pops up, we could never try this lunatic for the murder of her daughter again (although I am sure they could come up with some new creative charge). If she is not guilty, I just can't figure out what the hell she was doing for those 31 days before she reported Caylee missing.
In the end, my heart goes out to the family and loved ones who lost a perfect, healthy, bright, and beautiful little girl. My heart goes out to the jurors, who had to set free a woman they most likely felt was guilty. I can only imagine how difficult and haunting that must have been. And my heart goes out the the Anthony family....whose name has been dragged through more mud during this trial. Casey Anthony may be free (as of next week), but she, like the rest of us, will one day have to meet her maker. One day she will have to answer for the actions she has taken and I have to assume, if she is guilty, that judgement won't be so light.
I hope Caylee Anthony can rest in peace.
This woman.....
....and the outcome of her recent trial have left me speechless. Most people are well aware of who Casey Anthony is and what she was being tried for. Most of us have our own opinions on what may or may not have happened, and most of us decided long before her trial even began if she was guilty or not guilty.
I continue to try to believe that if a jury of her peers (people just like you and I) could not find enough proof or evidence to conclude that she was guilty of the murder of her sweet child, maybe (just maybe) she in fact is not the responsible party. Although not having enough evidence to convict and actually being guilty of that crime can many times be two VERY separate things.
I have to think the jurors are sick over letting this clearly psychopathic woman walk free. I have to think this is NOT the choice they wanted. But...if you can't prove something, you can't convict, right? And now, even if all the evidence in the world pops up, we could never try this lunatic for the murder of her daughter again (although I am sure they could come up with some new creative charge). If she is not guilty, I just can't figure out what the hell she was doing for those 31 days before she reported Caylee missing.
In the end, my heart goes out to the family and loved ones who lost a perfect, healthy, bright, and beautiful little girl. My heart goes out to the jurors, who had to set free a woman they most likely felt was guilty. I can only imagine how difficult and haunting that must have been. And my heart goes out the the Anthony family....whose name has been dragged through more mud during this trial. Casey Anthony may be free (as of next week), but she, like the rest of us, will one day have to meet her maker. One day she will have to answer for the actions she has taken and I have to assume, if she is guilty, that judgement won't be so light.
I hope Caylee Anthony can rest in peace.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Pregnancy Survey
I don't usually do these little surveys because I think they are kind of goofy. BUT, I figured doing one (as a quick updater) wouldn't hurt me!
Week 19- June 24th - July 1st
Due Date: November 16, 2011
How Big is Baby: As of 6/16, baby Bice was 8 ounces, so I would guess she is probably pushing 10 ounces by now, if not more. What a heifer!
Symptoms: I have been really lucky so far. The only major symptoms I have are indigestion and lack of sleep. I have recently started to get little back aches, but nothing to write home about! :)
Cravings: Everything. I want to eat everything, especially Mexican food and sub sandwiches.
Sleep: Sucks. It has sucked since I was only 8 weeks or so along. But, I am a bad sleeper when I am not pregnant, so no major change. Part of the problem is having to get up and use the bathroom twice or three times a night.
I Can't Live Without: Snacks, Tums, and an extra pillow in my bed.
I Miss: Wine (how sad is that), running consistently without having to pee....that's about it.
I am Looking Forward to: Seeing Josie for the first time.
Milestones: On Friday we will hit 20 weeks, half way through the pregnancy! YAY! Also...finding out Baby Bice was a girl.
Awkward Moments: Filling up the washing machine with water, detergent, and clothes then forgetting to close the lid so it would start. Doing everything needed to the dryer, then forgetting to press start. Sneezing (if you have to ask, you may not want to know why)
Exercise: I was doing really good with running and that would honestly be my preferred method of exercise, but now I can't go more than 1/4 of a mile without having to pee. It doesn't matter if I peed 20 times before going to run. The baby must just be positioned right on top of my bladder. SOOO...Currently, I am walking. It doesn't cause the intense pressure or need to pee.
Diet: Hahahaaaahhhaaahahaha. No, really...hahahahaha!
Movement: Nothing serious yet. I think I have started to feel her move, but who knows...it may just be gas! I get random sensations that feel like muscles spasms going across my belly.
Gender: GIRL!
Labor Signs: It’s far too soon for this!
Week 19- June 24th - July 1st
Due Date: November 16, 2011
How Big is Baby: As of 6/16, baby Bice was 8 ounces, so I would guess she is probably pushing 10 ounces by now, if not more. What a heifer!
Symptoms: I have been really lucky so far. The only major symptoms I have are indigestion and lack of sleep. I have recently started to get little back aches, but nothing to write home about! :)
Cravings: Everything. I want to eat everything, especially Mexican food and sub sandwiches.
Sleep: Sucks. It has sucked since I was only 8 weeks or so along. But, I am a bad sleeper when I am not pregnant, so no major change. Part of the problem is having to get up and use the bathroom twice or three times a night.
I Can't Live Without: Snacks, Tums, and an extra pillow in my bed.
I Miss: Wine (how sad is that), running consistently without having to pee....that's about it.
I am Looking Forward to: Seeing Josie for the first time.
Milestones: On Friday we will hit 20 weeks, half way through the pregnancy! YAY! Also...finding out Baby Bice was a girl.
Awkward Moments: Filling up the washing machine with water, detergent, and clothes then forgetting to close the lid so it would start. Doing everything needed to the dryer, then forgetting to press start. Sneezing (if you have to ask, you may not want to know why)
Exercise: I was doing really good with running and that would honestly be my preferred method of exercise, but now I can't go more than 1/4 of a mile without having to pee. It doesn't matter if I peed 20 times before going to run. The baby must just be positioned right on top of my bladder. SOOO...Currently, I am walking. It doesn't cause the intense pressure or need to pee.
Diet: Hahahaaaahhhaaahahaha. No, really...hahahahaha!
Movement: Nothing serious yet. I think I have started to feel her move, but who knows...it may just be gas! I get random sensations that feel like muscles spasms going across my belly.
Gender: GIRL!
Labor Signs: It’s far too soon for this!
Monday, June 27, 2011
Reaching the halfway point.....
My friend JoElla keeps hounding me to put up more posts and stop being lazy. So, basically, this post is just to get her off my back a bit! Just kidding Jo!
First and foremost....Our big news!!
We are expecting a little girl in November! We plan to name her Josie Noelle, although we both agree this could change a hundred times between now and November! We are so excited and can't wait to meet Josie.
Brandon and I are counting our blessings daily. We realize this little girl will be a miracle for us. After spending so much time researching and prepping for our IVF treatments, retrieval, and transfer; it almost seems unreal that we actually got pregnant on our first try. We recognize this is a fairly rare occurrence, and are constantly grateful.
I have to go back to the doctor in early July to have another ultrasound. I am so excited because JoElla (the blog Nazi) will be in town and get to go with me! Jo has been in Mexico throughout our pregnancy and has not gotten to see how large I am getting or experience my advanced appetite or my new and improved mood swings. She may not be as excited as I am!!!
On Friday I will officially be 20 weeks along. It is hard to believe this pregnancy is almost half over. I have a feeling I will blink and before I know it Brandon and I will be shuffling off to the hospital to meet Josie!
First and foremost....Our big news!!
We are expecting a little girl in November! We plan to name her Josie Noelle, although we both agree this could change a hundred times between now and November! We are so excited and can't wait to meet Josie.
Brandon and I are counting our blessings daily. We realize this little girl will be a miracle for us. After spending so much time researching and prepping for our IVF treatments, retrieval, and transfer; it almost seems unreal that we actually got pregnant on our first try. We recognize this is a fairly rare occurrence, and are constantly grateful.
I have to go back to the doctor in early July to have another ultrasound. I am so excited because JoElla (the blog Nazi) will be in town and get to go with me! Jo has been in Mexico throughout our pregnancy and has not gotten to see how large I am getting or experience my advanced appetite or my new and improved mood swings. She may not be as excited as I am!!!
On Friday I will officially be 20 weeks along. It is hard to believe this pregnancy is almost half over. I have a feeling I will blink and before I know it Brandon and I will be shuffling off to the hospital to meet Josie!
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