There are so many things that I've never experienced during pregnancy that I am now experiencing with this pregnancy. Some may say this means I am finally having my boy; I just say that it means I'm a little annoyed with the new, though temporary, me.
There is the one good thing--my hair seems a little fuller and wavier; I can handle that! But as far as the annoyances go, the heartburn and crying can cease soon, please!
The heartburn has actually been A LOT better ever since I was put on prevacid. But my mood has just been depressing today.
I have shed too many tears and my eyes are just a little swollen. There were some things thrown my way today (which I'll get to eventually, just keep reading) that were somewhat unexpected, and also sad! Add to that several small children who have constant needs, and one in particular who decided that because she missed both naps over the weekend she was big enough to skip nap today. Yes, this would be Miss Boushka. Instead of napping for 2.5-3 hours, she literally screamed/whined all that time. It wasn't until my second attempt to give her milk that she finally decided she'd had enough of her fit throwing.
Needless to say, I have cried several times today--sometimes it was for a reason and sometimes it felt like there was no good reason. By the time dinner time rolled around I was emotionally, mentally, spiritually, and therefore physically drained. I had no desire to cook, and cooking is my thing--I love it. Since I'm never a cry for no reason type of person, pregnancy, I'm blaming today's mood on you.
Out of all the mess that was today, my husband did suggest that we sit down and discuss where I see myself 5 years from now and 10 years from now (bless him for being there for me when I've been a little less than deserving of his affection lately). I don't know about you all, but it seems as if that big life goal oriented person has withered away over the years since becoming a mom. Most days I'm lucky if I can think what the next day has in store so I can make sure I am prepared. So when he asked me to think about these big life goals, it took some thinking (really only the details needed to be worked out, I already knew the big picture). I know where I see myself, but the path to get there can be a little murky.
Ever since I got my masters in education, I have wanted to do something in the health field. I know that I want to work with babies or in OB, or I could even consider working more office-type hours, say in a gp office. Having 5 kids all 5 and under can make this goal a bit more difficult to obtain than I'd like, but I do believe it can be done.
So after our discussion tonight, I've decided to get the ball rolling. I have my first few steps planned out, now all I have to do is put them into action. But I've gotta say, I wish I would have had this whole thing figured out 10 years ago. Sure would make life much easier right now, but I know I got my teaching license and masters degree for a reason. After all, it has provided me with several teaching opportunities that I have enjoyed, but none more than my job at the museum (and now I'm getting to the point you've been just dying to know about already, HA!).
Of all teacher-related jobs I've had post-college, I must say that none can compare to the one I will no longer be doing. It was seriously the best of both worlds--I was still able to do what I love, but I didn't have to deal with all of the non-teaching related things that all teachers rather not deal with (parent phone calls, student discipline, less than supportive administration, etc...).
Although I'd love to end up back at the museum when my schedule is more friendly, I can see the light I wasn't seeing earlier today. I truly believe that this event happened for a reason, and I also believe that when one door closes another one opens. So, instead of continuing to mull over how I could have made my personal/mommy schedule and job jive, I have decided that I should do something more constructive. So move on, I shall. See the doors opening, I shall. Achieve my next big life goal, I shall.
I don't know the path I will go, or where it is exactly that I'll end up. But I do know that I'll have the support I need from my family and the will to survive these next 5-10 years as mother, wife, teacher (still working online) and student!
But I'm warning you now, if you continue to read this blog beware that I may become crazier as my schedule fills up. I'm just sayin'...
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Update and more
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I think it's been quite a while since I last posted a pregnancy update-- when was it? 11 weeks maybe? How Far Along: 18 weeks exactly
Total Weight Gain: I quite checking at home and looking at the doc's office once I got to 5 pounds.
Maternity Clothes: Yes, and I started needing them four weeks ago. God bless the secret belly fit---is that what they're called? I heart them, regardless!
Best Moment this week: I swear I could feel 2 strong kicks (not at the same time) this week. I've had some major tummy troubles, so I really don't know for sure!
Gender: We find out in 10 days--it's not like I'm counting. I may just decide to hide it form you all! HA HA HA HA
Movement: See above!
Food Craving: Salad! Greek salad at home with fresh romaine, grape tomatoes, a little onion, alotta kalamata olives and some cucumbers. Of course, I toss all of this with Paul Newman's oil based Caesar dressing!
What I miss: Working on my feet all day and being able to move at the end of the day.
Sleep:Groggy in the morning. This past week I spent every other day extremely exhausted. I would wake up and spend any free second trying (sometimes unsuccessfully) not to nod off!
What I am looking forward to: For people to stop looking at my belly trying to figure out if that's a belly made by beer or baby. Seriously people, I see you look there and then back at my eyes while talking about your crazy, pregnant daughter who lives with you--(eyes peer at my belly)--and how she only has one more month--(eyes on my belly again, oop now they're back at my eyes)--and you think maybe you'll just make it without pulling your hair out! Yes, Starbucks lady, I saw you doing the belly/eyes thing all conversation long!
Belly Button: In all four of my previous pregnancies my bb remained an innie. I'm guessing it'll do the same this time around.
Stretch Marks: Geez, not yet. Of course, I have old ones from a certain second pregnancy with my 9 pounder (all of my others have been 7, 7.1 and 7.2)
Symptoms: Hunger at odd hours, extreme thirst, extra tired, extra EXTRA tummy issues (I was put on some antacid medsbecause of my complaining about what I think is heartburn--I've never had it until this pregnancy)!
And now on to our weekend! We had a busy, yet very fun weekend!
We started off yesterday with our local fall festival--I love this! Crafts galore, greasy food (I had a Philly and fries), bounce house, kid train, fudge, dips, etc, etc.! The older two girls, my mom and I all went Saturday morning, but we had to practically run through it in order to make it to Peach's soccer game.
She played half of her game in spitting rain and then there was that one little flash of lightening. Automatic SHOW OVER! They don't play around (is that because our society is a little sue happy--I'm betting so). In all fairness though, that one tiny flash did initiate a heavy downpour--which I would be none to happy sitting in with three little gals who were needing a nap!
So we headed home and relaxed (I cleaned) a little before my niece and nephew stopped by for a few hours while their mommy went to a wedding. These two cuties are right in the middle of my brood. Peach just turned 5, Brownie is 4 next week, Miss Z (my niece) is 3 1/2, Bug will be 3 next month, Boushka is 17 mos and Mr. G (my nephew) will turn one on Brownie's birthday next week. It works out great as far as playmates go, but once we get those three, three-ish year olds together it is loud (somewhat controlled) chaos! But they are such fun kids and I know they all just love playing together! It's fun to watch how different my kiddos can be once they are all together--of course some kids just never change--mainly Peach who takes the two cousins in under her mothering wing.
We ate pizza, played, read stories, and ordered a few time outs- no major offenses, just some misdemeanors! HA! When the two cousins left I already had half of mine down for the night, but of course the older two were not about to miss out on any goodbyes! But they headed to bed shortly thereafter because they had been promised a trip back to the fall festival for all of the outside stuff (bounce house, train, pony rides, roasted corn) since we had to miss it yesterday.
So we woke up this morning, and I headed out the door back to the festival with Peach and Brownie. We hit up the bounce house, the train, a magic show, fried and roasted food, homemade root beer, pony rides, pumpkin bowling, and more crafts.
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Here they are enjoying the train ride together!
We once again had to head out rather quickly in order to make it to a soccer game! I didn't have my "camera" (you know I mean phone here, but it just sounds odd to say "I didn't have my phone to take pictures with") with me at the soccer game, so I didn't get any pictures today :(
I didn't even have my video recorder, but I can tell you that my Peach has got some talent! We tell her to "be aggressive" (not towards the other kiddos, but to get after the ball) and boy does that girl take it to heart! She's so calm and reserved most of the time, so it's really neat to see her charge after the ball.
We did a little grocery shopping after the game and I came home to get some drawers organized! Not only is the season switching, but Boushka's clothes have been needing to be replaced with the next size up. I don't know how you all do it, but this takes a good afternoon at my house (and that's to do two girls). So after I go our Rice Baked Chicken on to cook (gosh I love that meal), I headed upstairs to reorganize Bug and Boushka's clothes. Thankfully, my mom gave us an old dresser so that each girl can have 4/5 drawers to herself; prior to this second dresser I was trying to get all of their clothes into a not-very-spacious 4 1/4 drawer dresser (the 1/4 drawer is just a really tiny top drawer). But now they have all of their own clothes in their own dressers, but they still share a closet. Luckily, these are spacious enough and there's no problem sharing. In the midst of this reorganizing, I also rearranged the room. I didn't snap any photos with my phone (there I said it, I guess it's not so weird), but I do like how it turned out.
After a few loads of laundry and a few more of donations, I am left with a rather clean house right now. The random spurts of energy that I get every other day have really helped out this house. Last week I got our bedroom and bathroom organized and clean, our closet cleaned (okay, just my stuff), I dusted the whole house (almost), got the big girls' room cleaned, upstairs vacuumed (these chores happen rarely, so this is quite the victory for me), our fall decorations put out, and tons of vacuuming downstairs. As of right now, all I'm left with is this:
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1) A picnic towel that the girls dined on tonight needs to be cleaned off and put away,
2) those white pad things by the towel are some diaper pads I need to add to our (empty) stash we keep on the main level,
3) a load of blues (despite the fact that I just did a load of blues yesterday, I swear I don't know where these clothes come from sometimes) that need to be washed,
4) and three bags of donation stuff that needs to be dropped off at Goodwill!
And that, my friends, is all this tired mama has to get done before I hit the hay. Well, I guess those donation bags will still be sitting there in the morning since I'm not headed to Goodwill at 11:18 pm on a Sunday night! HA!
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Show us Your Life-- Master Bedroom
So I'm a little late with my post for Show us your life on Kelly's Korner, but I still wanted to post. I'm a habitual House Hunters viewer and I can't lie--- I love looking at houses. I love getting decorating ideas, but more importantly I like to see the efficient use of space.
I missed last week's living room pictures, but I did manage to get the master bedroom pictures taken and uploaded-- so here ya go. Enjoy; especially if you're as snoopy as I am!
*And until I can purchase an awesome camera (anything better than my iPhone), you will continue to see pictures that aren't very clear. Sorry :(
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When I was about 8 months pregnant with my second baby, I decided that it was high time we buy a bedroom set. So thankfully, my husband agreed with my nesting instincts and we've had this set for four years now. You can't see it very well here, but it is all in Merlot finish. We have the two nightstands, the bed, the dresser/mirror and the armoire. We usually have a great comforter on our bed that matches the artwork seen below, but we leave it off for a couple of months during the summer because of the heat. Judging by the weather lately, I think it may be time to add it back.
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This is just another shot of some bed and the dresser.
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A more close up picture of the dresser
This is what you see in the reflection. It's a little collage of photos from two years ago. I'm pathetic and haven't filled in more black and white pictures. You can see the spots where I've left the model photos in ---yes I need to replace them!
These are a few of the things I keep on the dresser. Love the little figurine, my Kansas Rain candle, and my precious photos of the babes a week after Brownie was born.
You can see in the picture below that I do have pictures of my other kiddos on top of the armoire. There is a picture of 1 week old Bug with me and a picture of 1 week old Boushka with me. Peach and Brownie are loving on each other in another picture, and our Best Man's toast is framed in the big black frame.
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Ummmm..... please ignore the laundry hampers to the right of our armoire.
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When I was about 8 months pregnant with my second baby, I decided that it was high time we buy a bedroom set. So thankfully, my husband agreed with my nesting instincts and we've had this set for four years now. You can't see it very well here, but it is all in Merlot finish. We have the two nightstands, the bed, the dresser/mirror and the armoire. We usually have a great comforter on our bed that matches the artwork seen below, but we leave it off for a couple of months during the summer because of the heat. Judging by the weather lately, I think it may be time to add it back..jpg)
This is just another shot of some bed and the dresser..jpg)
A more close up picture of the dresser
This is what you see in the reflection. It's a little collage of photos from two years ago. I'm pathetic and haven't filled in more black and white pictures. You can see the spots where I've left the model photos in ---yes I need to replace them!
These are a few of the things I keep on the dresser. Love the little figurine, my Kansas Rain candle, and my precious photos of the babes a week after Brownie was born. You can see in the picture below that I do have pictures of my other kiddos on top of the armoire. There is a picture of 1 week old Bug with me and a picture of 1 week old Boushka with me. Peach and Brownie are loving on each other in another picture, and our Best Man's toast is framed in the big black frame.
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Ummmm..... please ignore the laundry hampers to the right of our armoire. Thanks for stopping by!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
22 Year Old Girl Self vs Me: the Mom
When my husband and I found out we were expecting our first child, we created a list of things that we would NEVER do as parents. I'm sure many of you may have not actually written out a list, but I bet a few of you uttered words such as " I'll never do that when I'm a parent!"
I remember Matt had something on his list that sounded something like this:
I will never save petty things of my child's.
I of course asked him what this meant. He replied that for example, he would never save a tissue that our child blew his or her nose into; and then he made me promise to {never} do the same. I thought this was a bit extreme, but I automatically had visions of me saving the first hand prints {okay all papers/clay/etc that my kid stamped his or her hand on}, the hospital menu from the day I delivered the baby, the candle from her first birthday cake, etc. I didn't think I could ever part with several items--and this my friends, is the first memory I have of being a mom instead of a 22 year old college girl.
Until this point, my only thoughts concerned me and the responsibility that {I felt} had been placed on me. I thought about all the doctor appointments, money, my future with work; but I never really put much thought into what it would really be like to be a mom. That, at the time, was the furthest thing from my mind. {In case you didn't know, we started our family with a surprise}.
My 22 year old college girl self was concerned with grading papers, being on time with my 45 minute daily commute, finding food for the evening between three jobs, and my hair, of course! I was that person who didn't think kids were in my future, especially my immediate future. I can even remember being in a sandwich shop {in between those three jobs} months before I was pregnant where a bunch of young kids came trotting in with their mom. I just looked at them {kind of like they were a freak show} and thought Good God, that will NEVER be me! {HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA--That's God laughing at my plans, in case you were wondering. You should see the circus we put on when we go anywhere these days. Tons of questions. Tons of stares. Lots of smiles. And so far, no purposefully rude people.}
I wasn't the most sensitive soul at that point in my life; I was a typical self-centered 22 year old. But hey, at least I kept my opinions to myself. You know, opinions like:
Geeze, who would let their kids scream in the store like that?
I'm never going to let my hair/make up/clothes go just because I have kids.
Soccer mom Shmoccer mom!
And of course my all time favorite {which happens to have been number one on both Matt's and my Things We'll Never do As Parents list....
Drive a minivan!
And now nearly 6 years later, I point at that young girl and laugh {yes, with the same judgemental attitude I had back then-- just to be fair, you know}. I wish that mom in the sandwich shop would have pointed to me back then and said Just you wait. This is going to be your life someday {no I would not have believed her. Yes, I would've laughed, but not to her face}.
I was proud of 22 year old girl self for thinking I would do it differently. I would finally be that mom who had it all {of course, this was IF I ever became a mom} figured out. No fast food for my kids. No bad hair days for me. Perfect clothes on perfectly cleaned bodies for all of us. And certainly no minivan.
And at that moment when I began actually thinking about what it would be like to be a mom {yes, I'm sure most of you did this prior to becoming pregnant, but I've always done things in the wrong order} while making out my list, it was as if my 22 year old girl self dropped off the face of the planet and this new mother-type person began to emerge.
In these moments, my thoughts shifted from my hair and schedule to thoughts about this baby.
How would she go to college? Do I have the patience she deserves from a mother? How much tv can she watch and when? Is breastfeeding really the best option? What's the difference between this car seat and that one? How will I ever let go of her hand when she goes to school?
I know this seems outlandish {for me to be picturing her first day of school}, but I swear to you I did. Maybe some of you moms can understand that one. Either way, these were my new concerns. And I was proud to have taken on these new concerns. I felt like all of a sudden I had been given the biggest purpose ever in this life: to make sure this child arrives safely into my arms and has all the opportunities I can provide her with. But it didn't really sink in all the way. It took several years for it all to sink in {and it probably still is}.
All of those things I swore I'd never do, wear, think, or say have been done, worn, thought and said; but it was all out of love!
That time when I left my daughter at home instead of taking her to Target {this was the assigned punishment for my fashionista Brownie at one point in her life} was done because I love her. I want to teach her actions have consequences because I love her and I don't want her to have a sense of entitlement when she is a teenager {or an adult for that matter}.
That time Those times when I've worn my KU t-shirts, sweats, flip-flops or left the house without makeup on and my hair a mess is because I was devoting my time to other matters--matter's like dressing and feeding my kiddos, cleaning up puke, brushing their hair or simply giving much needed cuddles.
Anyway, you get the picture. I was pretty much the perfect mom....
until I had kids. That's when I became a real mom. Someone who does things she thought she'd never do simply because she loves her kids and only wants the best for them.
So, look out all you 22 year old girls who think you've got it all figured out. I'll see you in line at the mall {I'll be that pale-faced, hair up, baggy t-shirt and jeans wearing worn out mom changing a poopy diaper while one of my other kiddos is going down the slide the wrong way, and another one is chasing her other sister saying "The monst-uh is toming to det you!") with your cute skinny jeans on, makeup done, hair perfect; then I'll feel this urge to tell you Just you wait!
And maybe, someday when you're at home with a sick child perusing the web, you'll come across this post and you'll...
...Nah, that would be way to awesome to ever actually happen!
I remember Matt had something on his list that sounded something like this:
I will never save petty things of my child's.
I of course asked him what this meant. He replied that for example, he would never save a tissue that our child blew his or her nose into; and then he made me promise to {never} do the same. I thought this was a bit extreme, but I automatically had visions of me saving the first hand prints {okay all papers/clay/etc that my kid stamped his or her hand on}, the hospital menu from the day I delivered the baby, the candle from her first birthday cake, etc. I didn't think I could ever part with several items--and this my friends, is the first memory I have of being a mom instead of a 22 year old college girl.
Until this point, my only thoughts concerned me and the responsibility that {I felt} had been placed on me. I thought about all the doctor appointments, money, my future with work; but I never really put much thought into what it would really be like to be a mom. That, at the time, was the furthest thing from my mind. {In case you didn't know, we started our family with a surprise}.
My 22 year old college girl self was concerned with grading papers, being on time with my 45 minute daily commute, finding food for the evening between three jobs, and my hair, of course! I was that person who didn't think kids were in my future, especially my immediate future. I can even remember being in a sandwich shop {in between those three jobs} months before I was pregnant where a bunch of young kids came trotting in with their mom. I just looked at them {kind of like they were a freak show} and thought Good God, that will NEVER be me! {HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA--That's God laughing at my plans, in case you were wondering. You should see the circus we put on when we go anywhere these days. Tons of questions. Tons of stares. Lots of smiles. And so far, no purposefully rude people.}
I wasn't the most sensitive soul at that point in my life; I was a typical self-centered 22 year old. But hey, at least I kept my opinions to myself. You know, opinions like:
Geeze, who would let their kids scream in the store like that?
I'm never going to let my hair/make up/clothes go just because I have kids.
Soccer mom Shmoccer mom!
And of course my all time favorite {which happens to have been number one on both Matt's and my Things We'll Never do As Parents list....
Drive a minivan!
And now nearly 6 years later, I point at that young girl and laugh {yes, with the same judgemental attitude I had back then-- just to be fair, you know}. I wish that mom in the sandwich shop would have pointed to me back then and said Just you wait. This is going to be your life someday {no I would not have believed her. Yes, I would've laughed, but not to her face}.
I was proud of 22 year old girl self for thinking I would do it differently. I would finally be that mom who had it all {of course, this was IF I ever became a mom} figured out. No fast food for my kids. No bad hair days for me. Perfect clothes on perfectly cleaned bodies for all of us. And certainly no minivan.
And at that moment when I began actually thinking about what it would be like to be a mom {yes, I'm sure most of you did this prior to becoming pregnant, but I've always done things in the wrong order} while making out my list, it was as if my 22 year old girl self dropped off the face of the planet and this new mother-type person began to emerge.
In these moments, my thoughts shifted from my hair and schedule to thoughts about this baby.
How would she go to college? Do I have the patience she deserves from a mother? How much tv can she watch and when? Is breastfeeding really the best option? What's the difference between this car seat and that one? How will I ever let go of her hand when she goes to school?
I know this seems outlandish {for me to be picturing her first day of school}, but I swear to you I did. Maybe some of you moms can understand that one. Either way, these were my new concerns. And I was proud to have taken on these new concerns. I felt like all of a sudden I had been given the biggest purpose ever in this life: to make sure this child arrives safely into my arms and has all the opportunities I can provide her with. But it didn't really sink in all the way. It took several years for it all to sink in {and it probably still is}.
All of those things I swore I'd never do, wear, think, or say have been done, worn, thought and said; but it was all out of love!
That time when I left my daughter at home instead of taking her to Target {this was the assigned punishment for my fashionista Brownie at one point in her life} was done because I love her. I want to teach her actions have consequences because I love her and I don't want her to have a sense of entitlement when she is a teenager {or an adult for that matter}.
Anyway, you get the picture. I was pretty much the perfect mom....
until I had kids. That's when I became a real mom. Someone who does things she thought she'd never do simply because she loves her kids and only wants the best for them.
So, look out all you 22 year old girls who think you've got it all figured out. I'll see you in line at the mall {I'll be that pale-faced, hair up, baggy t-shirt and jeans wearing worn out mom changing a poopy diaper while one of my other kiddos is going down the slide the wrong way, and another one is chasing her other sister saying "The monst-uh is toming to det you!") with your cute skinny jeans on, makeup done, hair perfect; then I'll feel this urge to tell you Just you wait!
And maybe, someday when you're at home with a sick child perusing the web, you'll come across this post and you'll...
...Nah, that would be way to awesome to ever actually happen!
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
I'm Sick and Ranting
Because I'm sick and in a bad mood...
Okay, really I'm not in that bad of a mood. I mean, I have four healthy and gorgeous girls, a baby brewing, a healthy husband and a rather clean/organized house. What more could a girl ask for, right? Actually, I really am sick and it's making me frustrated and I'm asking for a break! Mother Nature, please cut me some slack!!!!
It's the darn ragweed that lurks in every corner of this area that has me feeling like an 18 wheeler drove over me and filled me with snot {how's that imagery workin' for ya?}. The way I've been reacting to it, you'd think I have it growing throughout my house. Constant sneezing, nose blowing, itchy throat, watery/itchy eyes during the day and it gets worse at night. I've been taking Zyrtec {which used to work} ever since I hit the second trimester, but now it doesn't seem to phase these allergies.
As soon as my heads hits the pillow, my sinuses feel like they're going to explode. The pain has been keeping me up nearly all night long. I'll doze off for about 10 minutes and then wake up to a dried out throat and pounding pain in my head and jaw. Yes, this happens all night long.
I finally caved and called the doctor today because I could tell it was spreading into my chest. Sure enough, I'm hacking away now and it is so darn painful. Luckily, the doc sent an Rx for an antibiotic which I got earlier today. I'm hoping that it clears up the yucky sinus infection and also takes care of anything that may be trying to brew in my chest.
Really, I'll give just about anything to get some good sleep tonight. Prayers! Good vibes! Please! This mama needs some beauty rest {no really, the beauty part is needed as much as the sleep part. Have you seen what my face looks like when it's swollen, rubbed red and otherwise pale. Not to mention that I can't wear make up. It's just scary. So if any of you see me in the next... well, until it freezes--please accept my apologies}.
Anyway at the top of this post I said, "because I'm sick and in a bad mood..." and now I'll finally get to my point. I'm really just using my current state of Blech to rationalize the BI**H fest I'm about to throw. So if you're not in the mood for one of my pregnancy and sick induced rants, please cease all reading activity now! THANKS!
This has irritated me for the longest time. I may even have blogged about it on here before. But that just shows you how irritating I find this {very minor, I realize this fact} issue. You ready for it?
As if McDonald's doesn't give us enough to complain about, what with their lack of nutritious food, why do they insist on sticking to their sexist ways? It drives me mad when I pull up to the drive-thru box {twice a year out of dire necessity} and order a Happy Meal and the voice says "Is this for a boy or a girl?"
Really, McDonald's? Really? Are you still stuck in 1955 when all girls supposedly played with dolls and all boys supposedly played with trucks/male action figures? Can't you just phrase the questions "Would you like the doll or the truck?" Why do you have to portray your ignorance to the world around you even more by asking "girl or boy?"
You don't even ask if I want the "girl or boy toy." Nooooooooo, you have to ask if I have a girl or a boy, thus totally rendering the choice of the toy to your discretion. I'm the parent. I've got some degrees that don't come from the How to Fry Fries School of Crappy Food. For God's sake, let me make the decision about what toy my kid wants regardless of her sex. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And because I know I have inquisitive {yes, I'm referring to all four of you} readers, you are probably asking, Well, have you ever taken your concerns to the manager?
And let me tell you the answer good readers, YES! Yes, of course I have tried to school the unschoolable! I have tried to explain that just because I have a daughter doesn't mean I should automatically be given the doll toy. I explained how sexist that is. I explained that if they still want to remain behind the times when Elvis was King and margarine {YUCK!} ruled the dinner table, then they could at least ask me if I wanted the girl or boy toy? I explained how utterly ridiculous it is that in the 21st century I have to put up with this nonsense. And guess what?
They {McDonald's} didn't get it. My explaining was apparently over their understanding. It was as if I was speaking a totally different language {and actually, in this case I kind of was}.
Okay, there! It's done. You and I can both move on now. I don't like being Negative Nelly, and I realize this is a very minor issue. It's like a really {bad} pet peeve. It's not anything that is going to affect me or my family in any dramatic way. It is really just a {crazy, absurd, stupid} minor annoyance that I only fume over for about 5 minutes twice a year.
Let me know if any of you find this irritating. I surely can't be the only one who is annoyed by this {right?}. And if any of you try to take your concerns to the manager, let me know how that goes! Please! I'm curious.
Okay, really I'm not in that bad of a mood. I mean, I have four healthy and gorgeous girls, a baby brewing, a healthy husband and a rather clean/organized house. What more could a girl ask for, right? Actually, I really am sick and it's making me frustrated and I'm asking for a break! Mother Nature, please cut me some slack!!!!
It's the darn ragweed that lurks in every corner of this area that has me feeling like an 18 wheeler drove over me and filled me with snot {how's that imagery workin' for ya?}. The way I've been reacting to it, you'd think I have it growing throughout my house. Constant sneezing, nose blowing, itchy throat, watery/itchy eyes during the day and it gets worse at night. I've been taking Zyrtec {which used to work} ever since I hit the second trimester, but now it doesn't seem to phase these allergies.
As soon as my heads hits the pillow, my sinuses feel like they're going to explode. The pain has been keeping me up nearly all night long. I'll doze off for about 10 minutes and then wake up to a dried out throat and pounding pain in my head and jaw. Yes, this happens all night long.
I finally caved and called the doctor today because I could tell it was spreading into my chest. Sure enough, I'm hacking away now and it is so darn painful. Luckily, the doc sent an Rx for an antibiotic which I got earlier today. I'm hoping that it clears up the yucky sinus infection and also takes care of anything that may be trying to brew in my chest.
Really, I'll give just about anything to get some good sleep tonight. Prayers! Good vibes! Please! This mama needs some beauty rest {no really, the beauty part is needed as much as the sleep part. Have you seen what my face looks like when it's swollen, rubbed red and otherwise pale. Not to mention that I can't wear make up. It's just scary. So if any of you see me in the next... well, until it freezes--please accept my apologies}.
Anyway at the top of this post I said, "because I'm sick and in a bad mood..." and now I'll finally get to my point. I'm really just using my current state of Blech to rationalize the BI**H fest I'm about to throw. So if you're not in the mood for one of my pregnancy and sick induced rants, please cease all reading activity now! THANKS!
This has irritated me for the longest time. I may even have blogged about it on here before. But that just shows you how irritating I find this {very minor, I realize this fact} issue. You ready for it?
As if McDonald's doesn't give us enough to complain about, what with their lack of nutritious food, why do they insist on sticking to their sexist ways? It drives me mad when I pull up to the drive-thru box {twice a year out of dire necessity} and order a Happy Meal and the voice says "Is this for a boy or a girl?"
Really, McDonald's? Really? Are you still stuck in 1955 when all girls supposedly played with dolls and all boys supposedly played with trucks/male action figures? Can't you just phrase the questions "Would you like the doll or the truck?" Why do you have to portray your ignorance to the world around you even more by asking "girl or boy?"
You don't even ask if I want the "girl or boy toy." Nooooooooo, you have to ask if I have a girl or a boy, thus totally rendering the choice of the toy to your discretion. I'm the parent. I've got some degrees that don't come from the How to Fry Fries School of Crappy Food. For God's sake, let me make the decision about what toy my kid wants regardless of her sex. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And because I know I have inquisitive {yes, I'm referring to all four of you} readers, you are probably asking, Well, have you ever taken your concerns to the manager?
And let me tell you the answer good readers, YES! Yes, of course I have tried to school the unschoolable! I have tried to explain that just because I have a daughter doesn't mean I should automatically be given the doll toy. I explained how sexist that is. I explained that if they still want to remain behind the times when Elvis was King and margarine {YUCK!} ruled the dinner table, then they could at least ask me if I wanted the girl or boy toy? I explained how utterly ridiculous it is that in the 21st century I have to put up with this nonsense. And guess what?
They {McDonald's} didn't get it. My explaining was apparently over their understanding. It was as if I was speaking a totally different language {and actually, in this case I kind of was}.
Okay, there! It's done. You and I can both move on now. I don't like being Negative Nelly, and I realize this is a very minor issue. It's like a really {bad} pet peeve. It's not anything that is going to affect me or my family in any dramatic way. It is really just a {crazy, absurd, stupid} minor annoyance that I only fume over for about 5 minutes twice a year.
Let me know if any of you find this irritating. I surely can't be the only one who is annoyed by this {right?}. And if any of you try to take your concerns to the manager, let me know how that goes! Please! I'm curious.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Once Upon a TIme...
...this lady had four hooligan children {hooligans is a term of endearment with this woman}. It was the last day of the {first} school week. On this particularly glorious morning, her eldest hooligan was celebrating her 5th birthday with crowns, songs, stories, and {of course her favorite school-approved, birthday treat} Jello at preschool.
Whilst the eldest of the four daughters sat on her preschool throne, mama hooligan decided to take the other three hooligans to a park. They only had a few moments to spend frolicking in the sunshine and beautiful weather {thank you cold front and rain} before they needed to pick up the eldest hooligan from preschool.
Seeing that there was plenty of sunshine, the mother hooligan decided pictures were a must. And this is what she got:
Mama hooligan thought this was quite a funny snapshot {and she wants to remember this moment for, hmmm..... EVER}. It captures sweet beauty in her eyes.
Then suddenly, the hooligans decided to give mama hooligan a little love. So they agreed to pose as asked.
Really, these little hooligans are quite lovely. As you can see here, they posed so nicely for mama hooligan on their {official} first day of school.
And each little hooligan smiled as if she were smiling for God Himself.
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But back to our story---
Yes, we had a great end to our first week of school. And we had a blast celebrating the anniversary of our firstborn {and I think our firstborn had a blast as well}!
Whilst the eldest of the four daughters sat on her preschool throne, mama hooligan decided to take the other three hooligans to a park. They only had a few moments to spend frolicking in the sunshine and beautiful weather {thank you cold front and rain} before they needed to pick up the eldest hooligan from preschool.
Seeing that there was plenty of sunshine, the mother hooligan decided pictures were a must. And this is what she got:
Mama hooligan thought this was quite a funny snapshot {and she wants to remember this moment for, hmmm..... EVER}. It captures sweet beauty in her eyes.Then suddenly, the hooligans decided to give mama hooligan a little love. So they agreed to pose as asked.
Really, these little hooligans are quite lovely. As you can see here, they posed so nicely for mama hooligan on their {official} first day of school.
And each little hooligan smiled as if she were smiling for God Himself.
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But back to our story---The four ladies ceased the park festivities when it was time to pick up the birthday princess. They came home only to pamper the birthday girl until she {mama hooligan} just couldn't take it anymore. The night's festivities ended with cake, family, friends, gifts, hugs, kisses, and laughter.
Yes, we had a great end to our first week of school. And we had a blast celebrating the anniversary of our firstborn {and I think our firstborn had a blast as well}!
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Birthday Girl
My one-of-a-kind, first born, red head, peach-
It has been my pleasure to watch over you, hold you, kiss your forehead, cook your meals, watch you learn, see you grow, make new friends, hear your first words, celebrate holidays {including your birthday}, watch you love a new sister, see you smile, teach you how to kick a soccer ball, tuck you in at night, tell you I'm sorry when I mess up, brush your hair after baths, unload the dishes with you, watch Arthur with you, shop with you, take you out to eat, play tag with you, show you how to play hopscotch, see you love people, listen to your dreams, listen to you sing, and listen to your I love you's!
It has been my pleasure simply to be your ma-ma, mommy, mama, mom! This is just a list of some of the things that I treasure and try my best to remember and hold on to. I want you to know that you have only brought sunshine into our world since you entered it. I am so incredibly proud to be your mom! It is one {of 5} best things to ever happen to me.
In honor of your 5th birthday, here is an ABC poem just for you, sweet pea!
'A' altruistic in your ways
'B' you're so gosh darn beautiful
'C' compassionate
'D' you can be a bit dramatic {but only in little bits and pieces here and there}
'E' effervescent
'F' you are a great friend
'G' you like to gab
'H' you've never been too high maintenance
'I' I love you this much
'J' iinterrupting Cow is your favorite joke
'K' often referred to as "K1"
'L' you are a lover of fruit, chocolate, animals {horses}, sisters, family, pink, and Cinderella
'M' music makes you dance
'N' playing nurse and doctor is a favorite hobby
'O' official buckle in-ner of Bug's car seat
'P' patient with younger children
'Q' can be quiet {when you're in new situations}
'R' rule follower by nature
'S' can we say big sister {you are so very proud of this title}
'T' good night Tree house, good night fort
'U' certainly unselfish
'V' vigilant {especially with Boushka, or any baby for that matter}
'W' worrier by nature
'X' eXtra eXcited to celebrate your birthday tomorrow
'Y' yes you're so special
'Z' monkeys are your favorite zoo animal
I can't wait to celebrate your big day with you. Enjoy :)
Love, Mom
Monday, August 30, 2010
Life After Venting
Okay, so my rants are out. My complaining has ceased. My whining is no more. My venting....
well, I'll never stop that so just get used to it. HA!
Anyway, like I mentioned in the last post, I set out to tell you all about our week last week. But I decided it would be much more interesting (remember all we did was watch tv and grade papers) to tell you about this week.
Today my second born, Brownie, had a play date with a little friend, M, from preschool. She and M were in the same preschool class last year, and all fingers crossed, M's mom and I are hoping they're in the same class again this year. Guess what, we'll find out tomorrow.
SCHOOL STARTS TOMORROW!
Our preschool invites the children and parents to the first day of school. This way, we can all test out the waters. The three oldest girls will all go to school tomorrow. Peach will enter her third year. Brownie will enter her second year. And Bug will begin a new journey.
That's right, tomorrow is Bug's turn to be the newbie. I am so excited for her. She is the first child I have not had "attachment" worries about. She is such a social, head-in-the-clouds kind of gal. I honestly wonder if she'll realize that she's in a new environment with new toys.
Tomorrow will be quite busy for us all. We start our day taking Brownie and Bug to their first day of class {Matt and I will both attend}. We'll meet teachers, see new faces and hopefully some familiar ones as well. Then we'll come home and grab some lunch. In the meantime, my MIL will take the younger three to her house while I take Peach to her first day of class. My husband, will not be attending because he will be getting his wisdom teeth out {I know, poor guy}. Needless to say, we have plenty of soup, Jello and ice cream in our future.
Peach and I will run up to my MIL's to pick up the girls after our school visit, then we'll run home to chomp on some dinner {a new, yummy-looking potato soup recipe that is slow-cooker friendly}. We'll probably also take care of daddy and baby him just a little ;) Then, Peach and I will head out to soccer practice. I get to fill in as assistant coach tomorrow since the real assistant coach will be taking it easy. I'm happy to fill in though. I played soccer for years, and it's nice to get back into the game {even if it doesn't feel like anything more than chasing six 4/5 year olds}. And I get to run around with my oldest for 30 minutes without other tiny people {who are genetically related to me} distracting us!
It's a jam packed day. But our week doesn't slow down there. We have Peach's 5th birthday to celebrate on Thursday and this girl has put in some demands I must get started on pronto. Her presents are bought, but they are not wrapped. She planned her menu, but I have to buy the groceries {and make the food, of course}. Her guests have been invited. And her cake choice has been named. She likes to call it a chocolate volcano cake. It's really just a chocolate cake with fudgy frosting and caramel ice cream topping drizzled about. The caramel, however, makes the cake split-- and I suppose if you're young and innocent, it looks like the cake is erupting with caramel. So, Volcano Cake it is!
Of course, all of this planning finally prompted us to plan her party today. She decided that she wanted her own party this year {we try to get all 3 older girls to celebrate with one big bash since their BDAYS are 6 weeks apart}, and that is what the girl shall have. We are going with a Cowgirl theme this year. I took her out tonight to look at supplies. Sure enough we came back with some red and white checkered fabric {for a table cloth} and some cow print fabric {for exactly what, I'm unsure, but we had to get that too}. I'll have to get some pictures of them and post.
We also found bandannas, straw bales, and a horse pinata. We still need to find a place that sells little straw{?} hats for kids. I swear I've seen these hats somewhere, but I have no idea where. I checked Party America and Walmart but no luck. My next guess is Hobby Lobby, but after that I'm outta ideas. Do you have any?
We decided if it was cool out, we'd make Cowboy/girl Wagon Stew and serve rootbeer/saspirilla. However, in the event of nice weather, we'll have hotdogs, chips {I know, authentic}, beans and still some good ol' rootbeer. Apparently none of my kiddos got my distaste for that wretched drink. Ugh!
She's also decided to use her pony/horse toys and some straw with balloons as the centerpiece for the food table. No, she didn't have a clue what a centerpiece was, but I talked to her about it and we agreed that her horsies would work wonderfully! I'm thinking some extra bandannas are in order so we can make some cute decorations for the windows/walls.
Our games will consist of the pinata {DUH!}, Cowgirl boot bean bag toss, and either a kid-friendly horseshoes or ..... I'm not sure. What's your idea for a good Cowgirl themed game?
Oh, and while all this fun is going on, we'll be blaring country music {her song choices have already been made} for all to enjoy {including our neighbors. But I'm guessing they'd rather listed to music then several tiny people screaming---on second thought, they're probably used to several tiny people screaming}. The girl has her priorities and tastes, and I think it's awesome that she has so much of it all thought out. My little party planner in the making.
The older two girls are thinking of a joint BDAY bash with costumes. This mama has way too many ideas for how this one will go. Hopefully Brownie and Bug won't mind my input! We'll discuss more of this later {say, after I accomplish a birthday dinner and party for Peach}.
And back to my original topic....
Thursday is just the dinner {no party for a few more weeks}. Friday we'll continue a family tradition by taking the hooligans {in case you don't know, I use this term lovingly} out for a "first day of school" meal. Growing up, my mom always took my sister and me out for dinner on the first and last night of school. It was a tradition I wanted to keep alive--and while we still have four kids who all eat off the kid's menu, I'm going to take advantage of this time together as a family!
This weekend there is an Inter-tribal Pow Wow that we make an annul trip to. We celebrate our American Indian heritage by listening to the drums, eating Indian Tacos, and usually purchasing something. I know, real authentic, right? But hey, these are our favorite parts--so enjoy, we will! And I believe baby needs his/her first Indian taco--so I must indulge!
I'll be back tomorrow with some pictures of my little school girls.
well, I'll never stop that so just get used to it. HA!
Anyway, like I mentioned in the last post, I set out to tell you all about our week last week. But I decided it would be much more interesting (remember all we did was watch tv and grade papers) to tell you about this week.
Today my second born, Brownie, had a play date with a little friend, M, from preschool. She and M were in the same preschool class last year, and all fingers crossed, M's mom and I are hoping they're in the same class again this year. Guess what, we'll find out tomorrow.
SCHOOL STARTS TOMORROW!
Our preschool invites the children and parents to the first day of school. This way, we can all test out the waters. The three oldest girls will all go to school tomorrow. Peach will enter her third year. Brownie will enter her second year. And Bug will begin a new journey.
That's right, tomorrow is Bug's turn to be the newbie. I am so excited for her. She is the first child I have not had "attachment" worries about. She is such a social, head-in-the-clouds kind of gal. I honestly wonder if she'll realize that she's in a new environment with new toys.
Tomorrow will be quite busy for us all. We start our day taking Brownie and Bug to their first day of class {Matt and I will both attend}. We'll meet teachers, see new faces and hopefully some familiar ones as well. Then we'll come home and grab some lunch. In the meantime, my MIL will take the younger three to her house while I take Peach to her first day of class. My husband, will not be attending because he will be getting his wisdom teeth out {I know, poor guy}. Needless to say, we have plenty of soup, Jello and ice cream in our future.
Peach and I will run up to my MIL's to pick up the girls after our school visit, then we'll run home to chomp on some dinner {a new, yummy-looking potato soup recipe that is slow-cooker friendly}. We'll probably also take care of daddy and baby him just a little ;) Then, Peach and I will head out to soccer practice. I get to fill in as assistant coach tomorrow since the real assistant coach will be taking it easy. I'm happy to fill in though. I played soccer for years, and it's nice to get back into the game {even if it doesn't feel like anything more than chasing six 4/5 year olds}. And I get to run around with my oldest for 30 minutes without other tiny people {who are genetically related to me} distracting us!
It's a jam packed day. But our week doesn't slow down there. We have Peach's 5th birthday to celebrate on Thursday and this girl has put in some demands I must get started on pronto. Her presents are bought, but they are not wrapped. She planned her menu, but I have to buy the groceries {and make the food, of course}. Her guests have been invited. And her cake choice has been named. She likes to call it a chocolate volcano cake. It's really just a chocolate cake with fudgy frosting and caramel ice cream topping drizzled about. The caramel, however, makes the cake split-- and I suppose if you're young and innocent, it looks like the cake is erupting with caramel. So, Volcano Cake it is!
Of course, all of this planning finally prompted us to plan her party today. She decided that she wanted her own party this year {we try to get all 3 older girls to celebrate with one big bash since their BDAYS are 6 weeks apart}, and that is what the girl shall have. We are going with a Cowgirl theme this year. I took her out tonight to look at supplies. Sure enough we came back with some red and white checkered fabric {for a table cloth} and some cow print fabric {for exactly what, I'm unsure, but we had to get that too}. I'll have to get some pictures of them and post.
We also found bandannas, straw bales, and a horse pinata. We still need to find a place that sells little straw{?} hats for kids. I swear I've seen these hats somewhere, but I have no idea where. I checked Party America and Walmart but no luck. My next guess is Hobby Lobby, but after that I'm outta ideas. Do you have any?
We decided if it was cool out, we'd make Cowboy/girl Wagon Stew and serve rootbeer/saspirilla. However, in the event of nice weather, we'll have hotdogs, chips {I know, authentic}, beans and still some good ol' rootbeer. Apparently none of my kiddos got my distaste for that wretched drink. Ugh!
She's also decided to use her pony/horse toys and some straw with balloons as the centerpiece for the food table. No, she didn't have a clue what a centerpiece was, but I talked to her about it and we agreed that her horsies would work wonderfully! I'm thinking some extra bandannas are in order so we can make some cute decorations for the windows/walls.
Our games will consist of the pinata {DUH!}, Cowgirl boot bean bag toss, and either a kid-friendly horseshoes or ..... I'm not sure. What's your idea for a good Cowgirl themed game?
Oh, and while all this fun is going on, we'll be blaring country music {her song choices have already been made} for all to enjoy {including our neighbors. But I'm guessing they'd rather listed to music then several tiny people screaming---on second thought, they're probably used to several tiny people screaming}. The girl has her priorities and tastes, and I think it's awesome that she has so much of it all thought out. My little party planner in the making.
The older two girls are thinking of a joint BDAY bash with costumes. This mama has way too many ideas for how this one will go. Hopefully Brownie and Bug won't mind my input! We'll discuss more of this later {say, after I accomplish a birthday dinner and party for Peach}.
And back to my original topic....
Thursday is just the dinner {no party for a few more weeks}. Friday we'll continue a family tradition by taking the hooligans {in case you don't know, I use this term lovingly} out for a "first day of school" meal. Growing up, my mom always took my sister and me out for dinner on the first and last night of school. It was a tradition I wanted to keep alive--and while we still have four kids who all eat off the kid's menu, I'm going to take advantage of this time together as a family!
This weekend there is an Inter-tribal Pow Wow that we make an annul trip to. We celebrate our American Indian heritage by listening to the drums, eating Indian Tacos, and usually purchasing something. I know, real authentic, right? But hey, these are our favorite parts--so enjoy, we will! And I believe baby needs his/her first Indian taco--so I must indulge!
I'll be back tomorrow with some pictures of my little school girls.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Where I Critique My Own Writing/Venting
Folks, I started out wanting to write about our activities this past week, but it turns out I just let my (pregnant) emotions take the lead. You can choose to read the following, but it might A) Change your opinion of me, B) Reinforce what you already know about me, or C) Make you think I'm a crazy lunatic... see options A or B. With that said, enter at your own risk. And if you make it near the end, you'll see the critiquing I speak of in the title. Here goes...
Another week came and went. I spent most of that time on the computer grading papers. I love, love, love being a mom. There is no greater pleasure on earth than being a mom (my blog, my opinions. Agree or disagree.) I also enjoy working outside the home ( a couple of days a week would be the most I could do now). But I tell ya--being a Work-At-Home mom is sometimes not the best of both worlds like I had imagined.
I, probably like many of you, thought that working from home while raising a growing brood of young girls would be awesome. No daycare to worry about. I'm bringing in extra income. I still get the opportunity to raise my kids. Seriously, can it get better than this?
Then, when I actually started working from home, all of the positives morphed into not so positives.
My job consists of me sitting at a computer, answering emails that can get awfully complicated, and grading/providing feedback on papers (the majority of which are pretty poorly written). I receive anywhere between 50 and 60 papers by midnight on Monday and their grades/feedback are due on Thursday by midnight. Sometimes these papers are 3-5 pages; the class I just finished had 8 page papers. Needless to say, about one or two afternoons of daycare per week would do me a lot of good. As it stands now, the weeks (which is four weeks in a row) where I have grading we pretty much stay home all day Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. I grade as many papers as I can in between cooking, cleaning, changing diapers, answering phone calls, and retrieving drinks for the babes. I grade at nap time. I grade after kids are in bed. And I often climb into my own bed two to three hours after my husband. Can I just say how I really feel (well, I can because this is my blog, so just deal with my grumpiness)?
I HATE IT!!!!
My children turn into TV zombies (which I hate and is against my beliefs). I turn into a crazy stressed out mess. My house turns into a scene from Twister. And my sleep turns into something I can only catch glimpses of (let's not even mention the lack of exercise, okay). By Friday, I am checking to see which students hate me and think I'm the most unfair teacher ever while trying not to yawn. I then take my children out for some special fun time because I fell like I abandoned them all week long. However, this usually consists of me running to the store because I wasn't able to do that all week.
It is just a Hot Mess! That, my friends, is why I believe the girls need a few good hours in somebody else's care if I am going to keep this gig up!
For me, the extra income comes at a hefty price. I'm starting to question if it's worth the sacrifices I'm making. While I do feel like the University pays a mostly fair price, I don't feel that it's fair (considering my family and lifestyle) for me. I'm not saying they should offer me more because I'm a mom--no, no, no! What I'm saying is that I don't think there is a fair price they could offer me to keep me from doting on my children all day. After all, I chose to stay home with my kiddos for a reason. Actually there were a number of reasons, but I digress...
I didn't want my children in somebody else's care 40+ hours a week while they are not in school (I admit that a few hours a week would actually be pretty beneficial for us all). I love my family and I want to put all I have into them. I feel that staying home is the best way I could make this happen (please understand that I am not speaking for anybody else here. This is just how I felt I could make things work for my family). And let's face it; if you plan to have 5 children (which really we didn't, but anyway...), you pretty much need to plan on having one parent at home or some magical free daycare. Since I haven't found magical free daycare and my husband was making more than I was at the time we had started having kids, I opted to stay home.
Wow, I'm kind of off topic (wow, am I actually providing feedback on my own writing???), but I think you get the picture. And really, I'm not writing to make anybody get the picture. I'm writing for me, more or less.
I need to vent. Get this off my chest (fragment, please write in complete sentences). Let my crazy out, if only just a little bit! And for some reason, if I get this all out in the open I think I'll see it more clearly. I feel torn between the decision to quit or to keep bringing in the income.
In all honesty, raising five children is not cheap! However, I feel if I continue doing what I'm doing, I will completely miss these years that I wanted so badly to be a BIG part of. While my babies are busy learning from Sesame Street (because I'm stuck at a computer), I will have brought it a few extra bucks. And for what? A few extra toys, clothes, or meals out? I mean, let's face it, no teacher's salary is ever going to bring my family totally out of debt or pay for all my kiddos' college. And (It's actually okay to start a sentence with 'And.') because I have these few extra dollars, I will have missed out on so many opportunities to be their mommy.
Again, I'm off topic. I somehow started out saying that a few hours of daycare per week would be a glorious thing to have, and now I'm concluding (please avoid using any form of the word 'conclusion' in your conclusion paragraph) that I just want to be with my kids. It looks like my decision is spelled out all over this page. This is obviously going to be another decision I make with my heart and not my head. Wow, I do feel better.
Thanks, by the way, to the two of you who finished reading my rambling thoughts!!!
Another week came and went. I spent most of that time on the computer grading papers. I love, love, love being a mom. There is no greater pleasure on earth than being a mom (my blog, my opinions. Agree or disagree.) I also enjoy working outside the home ( a couple of days a week would be the most I could do now). But I tell ya--being a Work-At-Home mom is sometimes not the best of both worlds like I had imagined.
I, probably like many of you, thought that working from home while raising a growing brood of young girls would be awesome. No daycare to worry about. I'm bringing in extra income. I still get the opportunity to raise my kids. Seriously, can it get better than this?
Then, when I actually started working from home, all of the positives morphed into not so positives.
My job consists of me sitting at a computer, answering emails that can get awfully complicated, and grading/providing feedback on papers (the majority of which are pretty poorly written). I receive anywhere between 50 and 60 papers by midnight on Monday and their grades/feedback are due on Thursday by midnight. Sometimes these papers are 3-5 pages; the class I just finished had 8 page papers. Needless to say, about one or two afternoons of daycare per week would do me a lot of good. As it stands now, the weeks (which is four weeks in a row) where I have grading we pretty much stay home all day Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. I grade as many papers as I can in between cooking, cleaning, changing diapers, answering phone calls, and retrieving drinks for the babes. I grade at nap time. I grade after kids are in bed. And I often climb into my own bed two to three hours after my husband. Can I just say how I really feel (well, I can because this is my blog, so just deal with my grumpiness)?
I HATE IT!!!!
My children turn into TV zombies (which I hate and is against my beliefs). I turn into a crazy stressed out mess. My house turns into a scene from Twister. And my sleep turns into something I can only catch glimpses of (let's not even mention the lack of exercise, okay). By Friday, I am checking to see which students hate me and think I'm the most unfair teacher ever while trying not to yawn. I then take my children out for some special fun time because I fell like I abandoned them all week long. However, this usually consists of me running to the store because I wasn't able to do that all week.
It is just a Hot Mess! That, my friends, is why I believe the girls need a few good hours in somebody else's care if I am going to keep this gig up!
For me, the extra income comes at a hefty price. I'm starting to question if it's worth the sacrifices I'm making. While I do feel like the University pays a mostly fair price, I don't feel that it's fair (considering my family and lifestyle) for me. I'm not saying they should offer me more because I'm a mom--no, no, no! What I'm saying is that I don't think there is a fair price they could offer me to keep me from doting on my children all day. After all, I chose to stay home with my kiddos for a reason. Actually there were a number of reasons, but I digress...
I didn't want my children in somebody else's care 40+ hours a week while they are not in school (I admit that a few hours a week would actually be pretty beneficial for us all). I love my family and I want to put all I have into them. I feel that staying home is the best way I could make this happen (please understand that I am not speaking for anybody else here. This is just how I felt I could make things work for my family). And let's face it; if you plan to have 5 children (which really we didn't, but anyway...), you pretty much need to plan on having one parent at home or some magical free daycare. Since I haven't found magical free daycare and my husband was making more than I was at the time we had started having kids, I opted to stay home.
Wow, I'm kind of off topic (wow, am I actually providing feedback on my own writing???), but I think you get the picture. And really, I'm not writing to make anybody get the picture. I'm writing for me, more or less.
I need to vent. Get this off my chest (fragment, please write in complete sentences). Let my crazy out, if only just a little bit! And for some reason, if I get this all out in the open I think I'll see it more clearly. I feel torn between the decision to quit or to keep bringing in the income.
In all honesty, raising five children is not cheap! However, I feel if I continue doing what I'm doing, I will completely miss these years that I wanted so badly to be a BIG part of. While my babies are busy learning from Sesame Street (because I'm stuck at a computer), I will have brought it a few extra bucks. And for what? A few extra toys, clothes, or meals out? I mean, let's face it, no teacher's salary is ever going to bring my family totally out of debt or pay for all my kiddos' college. And (It's actually okay to start a sentence with 'And.') because I have these few extra dollars, I will have missed out on so many opportunities to be their mommy.
Again, I'm off topic. I somehow started out saying that a few hours of daycare per week would be a glorious thing to have, and now I'm concluding (please avoid using any form of the word 'conclusion' in your conclusion paragraph) that I just want to be with my kids. It looks like my decision is spelled out all over this page. This is obviously going to be another decision I make with my heart and not my head. Wow, I do feel better.
Thanks, by the way, to the two of you who finished reading my rambling thoughts!!!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
When Husbands Make You Cry!
Sometimes husbands leave the toilet seat up. Yeah, it's actually like 99.9 % of the time, but anyway...
Sometimes husbands aren't perfect (they are human, right?). Sometimes husbands hurt feelings. Sometimes husbands fail to remember something that was important. Sometimes husbands go to bed without giving a kiss goodnight.
But sometimes, husbands melt (their wives') hearts when they become daddies.
My husband is rather laid back. He takes things as they come. In fact, one of his favorite things to say is "We'll cross that bridge when we get there." (Yes, this is a hard thing for a hyper-planner to hear from her partner!)
I suppose that is why when I see him express any (positive) emotion, I am giddy. I know this is when he is forgoing his comfort zone to be in the moment. I remember the minute our firstborn daughter entered this world--my husband shed a tear. I will never forget that moment. More importantly, I'll never forget how seeing all of his emotion made me feel.
I'm sure that all moms get giddy and excited when they see their children being loved on by their father-- this is mainly because we care that our children are shown the love they deserve. But when you are in love with that man, I think it adds a whole other level of love.
And I'm going to take a leap here and say that there is another level on top of that. This is the level where you know that your children are getting something that you never (at least not that you remember) had.
I can remember seeing Father of the Bride as a young girl (we're talking 10 or 11) and crying when the dad walked his daughter down the aisle. I think some part of me knew, even at that age, that I would never experience this. Luckily, I have my only uncle who was happy and willing to take this position.
There were a handful of Father things that I missed out on as a child because my father chose to be absent--but that's not to say that I didn't have a mom and grandma who did everything in their power to give me the love and support of two parents. Even so, there are a few cultural (and several personal) events in a girl's life when her father plays an important role.
Like telling you how beautiful you look on prom night.
Like walking you down the aisle.
Like painting your toenails when you are 3 years old.
Yes, I know this may not be one of the cultural things that dads do, but this is something that my husband recently did. And I can hardly type these words without letting a few tears form in the corner of my eyes and a lump in my throat.
Not only am I happy for my daughter to receive this attention from her father, but her father happens to be the man I chose to be with for this life. That makes me a little proud. This is also something that I never experienced with my father--this fact makes it sweet. Precious. Adorable. Really, I just want to cry (happy tears) when he does things like this.
I think, in this lifetime, we get all that we need. That's not to say that maybe we don't deserve more (in the way of love or shelter or food, not iPads, money, or jewlery), but it seems that many times, there is another source that makes up for our losses.
In my case, I had my mom and Mema who doted on me. They treasured every song I sang. They encouraged my artsy side. I felt free to express myself. Not a game of mine was missed. I was a Girl Scout. I played the piano. We went on family vacations. We made memories. Not to mention I never went without food, shelter, love or toys for that matter.
And now, after five years of marriage and four (or maybe 5, we'll see in a few weeks) daughters I feel confident that I have found the man who helps me heal in ways no one else could. Seeing him simply be a daddy to our babies heals a little part of me. When I see the joy he puts in each of their hearts, my heart melts a little each time. When I see the love in my husband's eyes for his babies, the holes that my own father left are being filled in a little at a time.
And you can bet your money on the fact that I will cry (happy tears, of course) at all of my daughters' major father-daughter milestones. Not a prom night or wedding dance will pass without my heart being a little more healed. Even the everyday things like coaching soccer (yes, Matt's serving as assistant to Peach's team), teaching the basics of bike riding, or even painting little toenails will never cease to warm my heart. Being able to witness that special bond is something unique to being the mother of a daughter (or daughters) who are so cherished by their daddies.
*Thank you, Matt, for being the first love of their lives.
*See, I told you you should read my blog :)
Sometimes husbands aren't perfect (they are human, right?). Sometimes husbands hurt feelings. Sometimes husbands fail to remember something that was important. Sometimes husbands go to bed without giving a kiss goodnight.
But sometimes, husbands melt (their wives') hearts when they become daddies.
My husband is rather laid back. He takes things as they come. In fact, one of his favorite things to say is "We'll cross that bridge when we get there." (Yes, this is a hard thing for a hyper-planner to hear from her partner!)
I suppose that is why when I see him express any (positive) emotion, I am giddy. I know this is when he is forgoing his comfort zone to be in the moment. I remember the minute our firstborn daughter entered this world--my husband shed a tear. I will never forget that moment. More importantly, I'll never forget how seeing all of his emotion made me feel.
I'm sure that all moms get giddy and excited when they see their children being loved on by their father-- this is mainly because we care that our children are shown the love they deserve. But when you are in love with that man, I think it adds a whole other level of love.
And I'm going to take a leap here and say that there is another level on top of that. This is the level where you know that your children are getting something that you never (at least not that you remember) had.
I can remember seeing Father of the Bride as a young girl (we're talking 10 or 11) and crying when the dad walked his daughter down the aisle. I think some part of me knew, even at that age, that I would never experience this. Luckily, I have my only uncle who was happy and willing to take this position.
There were a handful of Father things that I missed out on as a child because my father chose to be absent--but that's not to say that I didn't have a mom and grandma who did everything in their power to give me the love and support of two parents. Even so, there are a few cultural (and several personal) events in a girl's life when her father plays an important role.
Like telling you how beautiful you look on prom night.
Like walking you down the aisle.
Like painting your toenails when you are 3 years old.
Yes, I know this may not be one of the cultural things that dads do, but this is something that my husband recently did. And I can hardly type these words without letting a few tears form in the corner of my eyes and a lump in my throat.
Not only am I happy for my daughter to receive this attention from her father, but her father happens to be the man I chose to be with for this life. That makes me a little proud. This is also something that I never experienced with my father--this fact makes it sweet. Precious. Adorable. Really, I just want to cry (happy tears) when he does things like this.
I think, in this lifetime, we get all that we need. That's not to say that maybe we don't deserve more (in the way of love or shelter or food, not iPads, money, or jewlery), but it seems that many times, there is another source that makes up for our losses.
In my case, I had my mom and Mema who doted on me. They treasured every song I sang. They encouraged my artsy side. I felt free to express myself. Not a game of mine was missed. I was a Girl Scout. I played the piano. We went on family vacations. We made memories. Not to mention I never went without food, shelter, love or toys for that matter.
And now, after five years of marriage and four (or maybe 5, we'll see in a few weeks) daughters I feel confident that I have found the man who helps me heal in ways no one else could. Seeing him simply be a daddy to our babies heals a little part of me. When I see the joy he puts in each of their hearts, my heart melts a little each time. When I see the love in my husband's eyes for his babies, the holes that my own father left are being filled in a little at a time.
And you can bet your money on the fact that I will cry (happy tears, of course) at all of my daughters' major father-daughter milestones. Not a prom night or wedding dance will pass without my heart being a little more healed. Even the everyday things like coaching soccer (yes, Matt's serving as assistant to Peach's team), teaching the basics of bike riding, or even painting little toenails will never cease to warm my heart. Being able to witness that special bond is something unique to being the mother of a daughter (or daughters) who are so cherished by their daddies.
*Thank you, Matt, for being the first love of their lives.
*See, I told you you should read my blog :)
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
More Good News
Well, we had our sono today. It was so awesome to be able to see our newest little miracle.
He or she had a strong heartbeat at 163 beats per minute. My husband and I immediately noticed the profile of this newest baby. His or her nose was very pronounced--makes me wonder???? Matt and I are not known for a samll-ish noses, but none of our girls have had a profile quite like that-- at least not that I remember. Now, I'm going to have to go back and look at all of our early sonogram pictures. Curiosity is getting the better of me!
This baby is right where I had estimated-- 12 weeks and 4 days. And there's only one. And I have no tumors. What I do have ladies and gentlemen, is a roomy "house" for our precious cargo.
In other news...
Boushka had her 15 month well check in addition to our first OB check yesterday. She went first and I asked that we save the shots until we leave.That was fine with the doc and nurse, but we nearly forgot them since we were in such a rush to get out of there in order to make it back to town to get Peach to her first soccer practice.
So, after all questions had been answered and a heartbeat found, I was telling all the kids to pack up and head out. Then Matt reminded me of the shots we still needed. Check!
Again, I was headed out and forgot to ask about the prescription for our youngest babe's rash. Turned out their system is updated and it was electronically sent to Walgreens. Check!
We were headed out again, and I remembered to make my next appointment. Check!
Then, I remembered I was supposed to have the basic OB panel drawn. Well, seeing as how it was after 5:30 and I still had to find food for us and head to the soccer fields 30 minutes away, I excused myself from the blood letting.
I did get a friendly reminder about an hour later from my sweet nurse saying, "Hey, Lara. You forgot to get your blood drawn. Just make sure you do it tomorrow when you're in for your sono."
Sure, no biggie. Except for me, it usually is. I am notorious around the doc's office for bad veins. They roll (I always want to ask if they rock). They collapse. And today I found out they "blow," to put it in my phlebotomist's words.
"Blow?" I asked. "What exactly does that mean?" Apparently, they pretty much explode.
Oh, they explode now, too? Is that the same as collapse? I don't know. All I know, is that it is quite frustrating and annoying to be constantly poked to no avail.
Yes, I was a little dehydrated. But I swear I have gone in for blood draws with less fluid circulating through my body. But it probably doesn't help that I had to get 6 tubes drawn.
After receiving 4 sticks with no flow, I was prescribed an hour of fluid intake. Matt and I headed to Henry T's for some water and a snack. I downed 3 large (I'm guessing 20 oz) glasses of water and headed back for what I was sure would be a quick poke and lots of blood flowing into tubes.
Well, I was not so pleasently surprised when I was poked 4 more times and only managed to fill 1 tube plus an 1/8 of another. And what really gets me is that I think the one tube would have been plenty... okay, maybe not plenty, but a darn good start at least.
All we really need is a CBC and antibody screening, right? I mean, here is what they're checking (and remember folks, I'm in my 5TH pregnancy):
Rubella: Well, all of the other times I've been pregnant, the fact that I've received the vaccine for rubella is evident in the lab report. Is this really going to change?
Blood type: Please, people. This doesn't change.
And I guess I understand why the following are tested, but I will put my life on the line and tell you that I have none of these (yes, I know that does not excuse me from it anyway, but it's still frustrating when I know what the results will reveal):
HIV: Do I need to explain why I'm sure I do not have this?
Syphillis: Again, do I need to explain?
Hep B: See above.
I know that doc is only doing her job with the last three, but I think I could at least forgo a tube or two of blood because the answers are obvious. Am I crazy? Somebody who's a nurse or doctor and is reading this, feel free to add your two cents.
This is just one shot of the nastiness. The poor lady drawing my blood (bless her heart, I felt so bad for her) said this one would leave a "scar." I wasn't sure what she meant by "scar," but I'm guessing this is close to what she meant. I can barely extend either arm fully. And for the record, she said she's been doing this for years and I was the hardest "stick" she's ever had. Ugh, I felt horrible. Not for me. I just felt bad for her because it seemed like she was feeling sorry for letting me down. But I'm no dummy. I know this is the perfect storm of me being dehydrated and inheriting bad "vein genes." I'm just puzzled as to why I was never hydrated enough. Hmmmmmmm.....................
I'm really not trying to make a BI@*H session out of a glorious day of seeing our 5th child. I'm just venting a little frustration. I'm really thinking about calling the doctor tomorrow to see if we can skip a few tubes. I don't think that's unreasonable considering I'm such a hard "stick." I'll even pay for the whole dang OB panel if they'll just work with me on this one :)
You tell me. Am I crazy? (Just say no, you'll fare better if you agree with me on this one)!
Thanks to all of you who are still reading and know that I'm only an occasional Debbie Downer. And to the rest of you, don't worry. This day will be remembered for the pictures of baby # 5 and not for my crazy ranting about something as stupid as veins, blood, and OB panels!
He or she had a strong heartbeat at 163 beats per minute. My husband and I immediately noticed the profile of this newest baby. His or her nose was very pronounced--makes me wonder???? Matt and I are not known for a samll-ish noses, but none of our girls have had a profile quite like that-- at least not that I remember. Now, I'm going to have to go back and look at all of our early sonogram pictures. Curiosity is getting the better of me!
This baby is right where I had estimated-- 12 weeks and 4 days. And there's only one. And I have no tumors. What I do have ladies and gentlemen, is a roomy "house" for our precious cargo.
In other news...
Boushka had her 15 month well check in addition to our first OB check yesterday. She went first and I asked that we save the shots until we leave.That was fine with the doc and nurse, but we nearly forgot them since we were in such a rush to get out of there in order to make it back to town to get Peach to her first soccer practice.
So, after all questions had been answered and a heartbeat found, I was telling all the kids to pack up and head out. Then Matt reminded me of the shots we still needed. Check!
Again, I was headed out and forgot to ask about the prescription for our youngest babe's rash. Turned out their system is updated and it was electronically sent to Walgreens. Check!
We were headed out again, and I remembered to make my next appointment. Check!
Then, I remembered I was supposed to have the basic OB panel drawn. Well, seeing as how it was after 5:30 and I still had to find food for us and head to the soccer fields 30 minutes away, I excused myself from the blood letting.
I did get a friendly reminder about an hour later from my sweet nurse saying, "Hey, Lara. You forgot to get your blood drawn. Just make sure you do it tomorrow when you're in for your sono."
Sure, no biggie. Except for me, it usually is. I am notorious around the doc's office for bad veins. They roll (I always want to ask if they rock). They collapse. And today I found out they "blow," to put it in my phlebotomist's words.
"Blow?" I asked. "What exactly does that mean?" Apparently, they pretty much explode.
Oh, they explode now, too? Is that the same as collapse? I don't know. All I know, is that it is quite frustrating and annoying to be constantly poked to no avail.
Yes, I was a little dehydrated. But I swear I have gone in for blood draws with less fluid circulating through my body. But it probably doesn't help that I had to get 6 tubes drawn.
After receiving 4 sticks with no flow, I was prescribed an hour of fluid intake. Matt and I headed to Henry T's for some water and a snack. I downed 3 large (I'm guessing 20 oz) glasses of water and headed back for what I was sure would be a quick poke and lots of blood flowing into tubes.
Well, I was not so pleasently surprised when I was poked 4 more times and only managed to fill 1 tube plus an 1/8 of another. And what really gets me is that I think the one tube would have been plenty... okay, maybe not plenty, but a darn good start at least.
All we really need is a CBC and antibody screening, right? I mean, here is what they're checking (and remember folks, I'm in my 5TH pregnancy):
Rubella: Well, all of the other times I've been pregnant, the fact that I've received the vaccine for rubella is evident in the lab report. Is this really going to change?
Blood type: Please, people. This doesn't change.
And I guess I understand why the following are tested, but I will put my life on the line and tell you that I have none of these (yes, I know that does not excuse me from it anyway, but it's still frustrating when I know what the results will reveal):
HIV: Do I need to explain why I'm sure I do not have this?
Syphillis: Again, do I need to explain?
Hep B: See above.
I know that doc is only doing her job with the last three, but I think I could at least forgo a tube or two of blood because the answers are obvious. Am I crazy? Somebody who's a nurse or doctor and is reading this, feel free to add your two cents.
This is just one shot of the nastiness. The poor lady drawing my blood (bless her heart, I felt so bad for her) said this one would leave a "scar." I wasn't sure what she meant by "scar," but I'm guessing this is close to what she meant. I can barely extend either arm fully. And for the record, she said she's been doing this for years and I was the hardest "stick" she's ever had. Ugh, I felt horrible. Not for me. I just felt bad for her because it seemed like she was feeling sorry for letting me down. But I'm no dummy. I know this is the perfect storm of me being dehydrated and inheriting bad "vein genes." I'm just puzzled as to why I was never hydrated enough. Hmmmmmmm.....................I'm really not trying to make a BI@*H session out of a glorious day of seeing our 5th child. I'm just venting a little frustration. I'm really thinking about calling the doctor tomorrow to see if we can skip a few tubes. I don't think that's unreasonable considering I'm such a hard "stick." I'll even pay for the whole dang OB panel if they'll just work with me on this one :)
You tell me. Am I crazy? (Just say no, you'll fare better if you agree with me on this one)!
Thanks to all of you who are still reading and know that I'm only an occasional Debbie Downer. And to the rest of you, don't worry. This day will be remembered for the pictures of baby # 5 and not for my crazy ranting about something as stupid as veins, blood, and OB panels!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Good News!
We had our first OB check this afternoon. All I really cared about was getting to hear the healthy heartbeat of our newest addition. After all that has gone on with the CO poisoning and extreme summer heat, I can't say that I wasn't the tiniest bit worried that something could be wrong. But I'm a worrier. Are there any mothers out there who can claim otherwise? I realize that we all have varying degrees of worry, and I try to stay within the bounds of sanity; but, I'm a little obsessive sometimes. Especially in pregnancy!
Yeah, I know. I digress...
Doc placed the heartbeat wand on my belly and began the search. I tend to dread the initial search because I am terrified that she will find nothing. And of course that terror took over for about 30 seconds this afternoon.
She searched high, she searched low. She moved it to the left--then to the right. All over the center. And nothing. I think I actually said, "Oh, I hate this!" To which she said, "I know, but we'll find it." And as soon as I was about to say "try going to the very bottom on my right side,"she discovered the thump-thump sound I love so much in that very spot! All of my girls have hovered down in this spot--is this a common heartbeat spot? I don't know. But it is for my kiddos.
Anyway, to say I was instantly relieved is nothing short of an understatement. She then continued on saying that my "uterus is way outta there," referring to being way popped out of my pubic bone.
Needless to say, we're not really sure when I am due. I was thinking I was about 12 weeks along, but it turns out I'm measuring 16 weeks. So we are left guessing:
-is there more than one in there?
-do I have some kind of tumor/growth thing going on?
-is this a big baby?
-are the dates off?
-or do I just have a stretched out muscle?
Who knows, but we'll get to find out tomorrow!
And to answer a few more questions:
"No, I can't wait."
"No, I probably won't sleep much tonight."
"Yes, I'm hoping to be either further along or have a roomy 'house.'"
"Yes, you're right. I do think twins would be a neat way to complete our family, but I'm not totally convinced that's what we need. However, if that's what it ends up being, I will gladly accept the challenge and love every second of it! Well, maybe not EVERY second but just as many seconds as I love being a mother to any of my kids. This, by the way, would be about 98% of the day's seconds!"
"Um, duh! Of course I know twins would be better news than a tumor/growth. Don't worry, many may think I'm crazy for having a larger-than-average sized family, but I do still have my head screwed on rather straight, folks!"
Okay, enough questions.
Oh, you weren't asking.
Well, you got an earful anyway! Sorry.
Yeah, I know. I digress...
Doc placed the heartbeat wand on my belly and began the search. I tend to dread the initial search because I am terrified that she will find nothing. And of course that terror took over for about 30 seconds this afternoon.
She searched high, she searched low. She moved it to the left--then to the right. All over the center. And nothing. I think I actually said, "Oh, I hate this!" To which she said, "I know, but we'll find it." And as soon as I was about to say "try going to the very bottom on my right side,"she discovered the thump-thump sound I love so much in that very spot! All of my girls have hovered down in this spot--is this a common heartbeat spot? I don't know. But it is for my kiddos.
Anyway, to say I was instantly relieved is nothing short of an understatement. She then continued on saying that my "uterus is way outta there," referring to being way popped out of my pubic bone.
Needless to say, we're not really sure when I am due. I was thinking I was about 12 weeks along, but it turns out I'm measuring 16 weeks. So we are left guessing:
-is there more than one in there?
-do I have some kind of tumor/growth thing going on?
-is this a big baby?
-are the dates off?
-or do I just have a stretched out muscle?
Who knows, but we'll get to find out tomorrow!
And to answer a few more questions:
"No, I can't wait."
"No, I probably won't sleep much tonight."
"Yes, I'm hoping to be either further along or have a roomy 'house.'"
"Yes, you're right. I do think twins would be a neat way to complete our family, but I'm not totally convinced that's what we need. However, if that's what it ends up being, I will gladly accept the challenge and love every second of it! Well, maybe not EVERY second but just as many seconds as I love being a mother to any of my kids. This, by the way, would be about 98% of the day's seconds!"
"Um, duh! Of course I know twins would be better news than a tumor/growth. Don't worry, many may think I'm crazy for having a larger-than-average sized family, but I do still have my head screwed on rather straight, folks!"
Okay, enough questions.
Oh, you weren't asking.
Well, you got an earful anyway! Sorry.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
A (detailed) Week in Review
I don't know if there are many that read this blog who haven't also friended me on facebook, but for the three of you out there I am here to update you on our week.
For the last week and a half, the Copelands have endured some icky, sweltering, sticky temperatures in our house. It seemed our AC was on the fritz. We ended up having an AC/Heating company visit our house 5 times before we bit the bullet and decided to replace our 21 year old unit.
BUT WAIT....
For a mere $700 more they would throw in a furnace too. I know how my husband thinks (ladies, I know some of you are with me on this one), and it has to be a tremendous deal if he's going to pay extra. Sidebar...
This is the same guy (I love him to death, but this is just funny) who went to Lowe's to buy stuff for our lawn that would kill off the insane amount of mosquitoes we have in our backyard. He came home with a bag, put it allover our grass and went on his merry way. A few days later when we were all still being eaten by those little buggers, he checked the bag he bought only to find that mosquitoes were not listed as one of the insects who would suffer in death by this pesticide.
When I asked how this possibly could have happened, he briefly mentioned something about the bag he bought being $2 cheaper than the other bag-- it just so happened that this other bag kills mosquitoes. Okay, I've made my point with my husband and deals!
Back to the deal on the furnace-- he went for it. And THANK GOD for that spur of the moment decision.
The day after our decision to go for it all, the installation guys were there at 8:45 am. By 10:15 I was told that we had a Carbon Monoxide leak in our house.
Yeah, you know what I was thinking. Something to the tune of
RUN! GET OUT! HOW ARE WE STILL ALIVE!?!
Luckily the kiddos were at Gram's house, so I was totally not afraid to let my freak-out happen--well, I was a little embarrassed freaking out in front of the two guys. Anyway, I started asking questions-- mainly how long has it been going and should I get out now.
The nice guy said he would check the numbers for me with his handy-dandy detector. Then I was told it had probably been leaking somewhere between 2 and 2 1/2 years. We bought this house in February of 2008 and moved in two months later-- you do the math.
So, I went from a super awesome high when I woke up to a day full of quiet grading, coffee-sipping and some peaceful cleaning, to a day full of fear, questions, and nerves.
The guy (really, he has a name but I don't know it) came to me and said that my reading was at 80 ppm. This, my friends, was in the summer when no furnace was being run and my AC had been turned off for two hours. To think of how high the numbers may have been last winter (or two) still raises my blood pressure.
I call my husband and we agree immediately to purchase the most sensitive detector (we can agree on some deals--like life-saving deals, just not cute shoe deals) out there.
I then call my doctor, well actually my nurse, and give her the We've been poisoned story. It ends up I was telling her the dangers and treatments, so she hung up so she could go speak with the doctor. In the meantime, I'm conducting my own research (and I know doctors HATE this with a passion, but what the H-E- Double Hockey sticks do you think I'm going to do? Just sit there and wait for you to tell me something? No! I have an education. I know how to conduct research. In fact, I teach people how to properly research; therefore, I deem it to be the responsible patient thing to do) and discover a) all of the symptoms, and b) who is considered to be high-risk.
Well, of course 5 of the 6 people living in my house are risky because they are either young children/babies or a pregnant mother. I come upon the symptoms which range from flu-like symptoms, to neurological symptoms, to heart problems. Of course, other minor things include headaches, nausea, and fatigue. The latter of those symptoms are not only hard to distinguish from colds and such but also pregnancy. But the other symptoms were suddenly beginning to make sense.
The week or so before our AC guys were replacing our unit, our family had been spending much of our time cooling off in our basement---right next to our leaking furnace. Two days prior to our leak discovery, 1/2 of the girls suddenly came down with the "flu." One had a high fever, chills, and severe fatigue, while the other was cranky, tired and had a fever--- in August mind you! Not only did I think it rare to have the flu in the 112 degree heat, but because of said heat, we have pretty much been hermits. Needless to say, I was dumbfounded when the doc told us it was probably the flu. Of course, two days later, this all made sense.
I also thought back to last year when I delivered our baby Boushka, and I was feeling abnormally tired (this was my fourth child and I knew I was too tired to just be feeling the effects of having a baby and experiencing sleepless nights), very weak, and every time I rested in a reclined position it felt as if I was going to die in my sleep. I struggled for each breath I took, and most nights I would end up sitting in the nursing position just so I could rest. I ended up being re-admitted to the hospital a week after her birth due to bradycardia (slow heart beat, mine was 38-42 bpm) and dyspnea (shortness of breath). The ER doctor immediatley thought of a pulmonary embolism, but all the tests came back fine. I had an EKG and echocardiogram, a Pulmonary Ventilation/Perfusion Scan or (VQ scan), an MRI, a sonogram on my stomach, gallbladder and kidneys... I think that's it. Nonetheless, every test I had came back perfect, except for the echo which came back near-perfect minus a little fluid and enlargement. The cardiologist explained this away with having recently been pregnant (and having an epidural) and sent me on my way. Baffled and frustrated, I went home and tried to be okay with it all.
Later that summer (2009), I was misdiagnosed with a dangerous condition called postpartum cardiomyopathy, which is basically a weakening of the heart muscle due to something related to the pregnancy. I was then cleared of this problem a month later, but still left without an explanation of my heart/breathing problems. As the year wore on, I began to try and get back into shape, and by April/May I had actually lost 15 pounds more than the regular baby-weight shedding. But my breathing would sometimes still cause me discomfort. I figured it was allergy related.
Fast-forward to my "symptom checking" this past week, and all of a sudden all of this makes sense, too. I disovered that the nasty little CO guys bind with your hemoglobin (which is your big Oxygen provider being pumped to all of your organs) and takes over much of the oxygen. So, when the doctors all said that my heart wasn't getting enough oxygen they were right. I just wish they could've figured out the cause. The mere mention and explanation of chronic CO poisoning would've spurred me to check out a detector and saved me tons of worry and pain.
I've really digressed...
By now the doctor has called me back and said not to worry about this poisoning business. Since we were coming in for our first OB check on Tuesday and also replacing our old unit, we should be fine. I was a little dissatisfied with this news. I thought we should at least have our blood checked--- but I think this was my curiosity getting the best of me. So being the good patient that I am, I agreed and figured they'd been trained for this, not me.
But the best news so far is that within hours of our ppm dropping below 30, my nagging, dull frontal headache was a thing of the past. And that night when I went to bed, I didn't struggle the slightest for breath. I was simply amazed (and convinced that we had been poisoned, no blood-test needed thank you very much) at the instant difference. I am hoping and waiting that some other mysterious symptoms will also be disappearing soon.
And to my husband, thank you for taking the deal. By replacing our furnace, I believe we may have saved our lives--at the least, I know we saved several unexplained illnesses and problems.
Here's to hoping that some more things will be explained. I will keep you updated.
For the last week and a half, the Copelands have endured some icky, sweltering, sticky temperatures in our house. It seemed our AC was on the fritz. We ended up having an AC/Heating company visit our house 5 times before we bit the bullet and decided to replace our 21 year old unit.
BUT WAIT....
For a mere $700 more they would throw in a furnace too. I know how my husband thinks (ladies, I know some of you are with me on this one), and it has to be a tremendous deal if he's going to pay extra. Sidebar...
This is the same guy (I love him to death, but this is just funny) who went to Lowe's to buy stuff for our lawn that would kill off the insane amount of mosquitoes we have in our backyard. He came home with a bag, put it allover our grass and went on his merry way. A few days later when we were all still being eaten by those little buggers, he checked the bag he bought only to find that mosquitoes were not listed as one of the insects who would suffer in death by this pesticide.
When I asked how this possibly could have happened, he briefly mentioned something about the bag he bought being $2 cheaper than the other bag-- it just so happened that this other bag kills mosquitoes. Okay, I've made my point with my husband and deals!
Back to the deal on the furnace-- he went for it. And THANK GOD for that spur of the moment decision.
The day after our decision to go for it all, the installation guys were there at 8:45 am. By 10:15 I was told that we had a Carbon Monoxide leak in our house.
Yeah, you know what I was thinking. Something to the tune of
RUN! GET OUT! HOW ARE WE STILL ALIVE!?!
Luckily the kiddos were at Gram's house, so I was totally not afraid to let my freak-out happen--well, I was a little embarrassed freaking out in front of the two guys. Anyway, I started asking questions-- mainly how long has it been going and should I get out now.
The nice guy said he would check the numbers for me with his handy-dandy detector. Then I was told it had probably been leaking somewhere between 2 and 2 1/2 years. We bought this house in February of 2008 and moved in two months later-- you do the math.
So, I went from a super awesome high when I woke up to a day full of quiet grading, coffee-sipping and some peaceful cleaning, to a day full of fear, questions, and nerves.
The guy (really, he has a name but I don't know it) came to me and said that my reading was at 80 ppm. This, my friends, was in the summer when no furnace was being run and my AC had been turned off for two hours. To think of how high the numbers may have been last winter (or two) still raises my blood pressure.
I call my husband and we agree immediately to purchase the most sensitive detector (we can agree on some deals--like life-saving deals, just not cute shoe deals) out there.
I then call my doctor, well actually my nurse, and give her the We've been poisoned story. It ends up I was telling her the dangers and treatments, so she hung up so she could go speak with the doctor. In the meantime, I'm conducting my own research (and I know doctors HATE this with a passion, but what the H-E- Double Hockey sticks do you think I'm going to do? Just sit there and wait for you to tell me something? No! I have an education. I know how to conduct research. In fact, I teach people how to properly research; therefore, I deem it to be the responsible patient thing to do) and discover a) all of the symptoms, and b) who is considered to be high-risk.
Well, of course 5 of the 6 people living in my house are risky because they are either young children/babies or a pregnant mother. I come upon the symptoms which range from flu-like symptoms, to neurological symptoms, to heart problems. Of course, other minor things include headaches, nausea, and fatigue. The latter of those symptoms are not only hard to distinguish from colds and such but also pregnancy. But the other symptoms were suddenly beginning to make sense.
The week or so before our AC guys were replacing our unit, our family had been spending much of our time cooling off in our basement---right next to our leaking furnace. Two days prior to our leak discovery, 1/2 of the girls suddenly came down with the "flu." One had a high fever, chills, and severe fatigue, while the other was cranky, tired and had a fever--- in August mind you! Not only did I think it rare to have the flu in the 112 degree heat, but because of said heat, we have pretty much been hermits. Needless to say, I was dumbfounded when the doc told us it was probably the flu. Of course, two days later, this all made sense.
I also thought back to last year when I delivered our baby Boushka, and I was feeling abnormally tired (this was my fourth child and I knew I was too tired to just be feeling the effects of having a baby and experiencing sleepless nights), very weak, and every time I rested in a reclined position it felt as if I was going to die in my sleep. I struggled for each breath I took, and most nights I would end up sitting in the nursing position just so I could rest. I ended up being re-admitted to the hospital a week after her birth due to bradycardia (slow heart beat, mine was 38-42 bpm) and dyspnea (shortness of breath). The ER doctor immediatley thought of a pulmonary embolism, but all the tests came back fine. I had an EKG and echocardiogram, a Pulmonary Ventilation/Perfusion Scan or (VQ scan), an MRI, a sonogram on my stomach, gallbladder and kidneys... I think that's it. Nonetheless, every test I had came back perfect, except for the echo which came back near-perfect minus a little fluid and enlargement. The cardiologist explained this away with having recently been pregnant (and having an epidural) and sent me on my way. Baffled and frustrated, I went home and tried to be okay with it all.
Later that summer (2009), I was misdiagnosed with a dangerous condition called postpartum cardiomyopathy, which is basically a weakening of the heart muscle due to something related to the pregnancy. I was then cleared of this problem a month later, but still left without an explanation of my heart/breathing problems. As the year wore on, I began to try and get back into shape, and by April/May I had actually lost 15 pounds more than the regular baby-weight shedding. But my breathing would sometimes still cause me discomfort. I figured it was allergy related.
Fast-forward to my "symptom checking" this past week, and all of a sudden all of this makes sense, too. I disovered that the nasty little CO guys bind with your hemoglobin (which is your big Oxygen provider being pumped to all of your organs) and takes over much of the oxygen. So, when the doctors all said that my heart wasn't getting enough oxygen they were right. I just wish they could've figured out the cause. The mere mention and explanation of chronic CO poisoning would've spurred me to check out a detector and saved me tons of worry and pain.
I've really digressed...
By now the doctor has called me back and said not to worry about this poisoning business. Since we were coming in for our first OB check on Tuesday and also replacing our old unit, we should be fine. I was a little dissatisfied with this news. I thought we should at least have our blood checked--- but I think this was my curiosity getting the best of me. So being the good patient that I am, I agreed and figured they'd been trained for this, not me.
But the best news so far is that within hours of our ppm dropping below 30, my nagging, dull frontal headache was a thing of the past. And that night when I went to bed, I didn't struggle the slightest for breath. I was simply amazed (and convinced that we had been poisoned, no blood-test needed thank you very much) at the instant difference. I am hoping and waiting that some other mysterious symptoms will also be disappearing soon.
And to my husband, thank you for taking the deal. By replacing our furnace, I believe we may have saved our lives--at the least, I know we saved several unexplained illnesses and problems.
Here's to hoping that some more things will be explained. I will keep you updated.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
UPDATE!
Seeing as how it has been nearly 4 weeks since I updated my Pregnancy Update, here's a quick little post I can fit in between bedtime tuck-ins and grading gobs of papers.
Stretch Marks: Geez, not yet. Of course, I have old ones from a certain second pregnancy with my 9 pounder (all of my others have been 7, 7.1 and 7.2)
Symptoms: more stops at the ol' lou, wavering between nausea and starvation all the time then suddenly feeling stuffed after a few small bites (I usually experience this in late pregnancy, but whatever), my heart racing and making me feel tired (can we say heat exhaustion combined with tons more blood in my body), loss of appetite (most of the time).
Okay, off to get the hooligans in jammies, their teeth brushed, and their kisses and hugs given. I have a full week of grading ahead, but I want to try and make some last summer memories before HEAT WAVE 2010 passes by. So needless to say, I'll be back...who knows when!
How Far Along: 11 weeks exactly
Total Weight Gain: I'm going back and forth between a couple pounds. I think as of now, I'm up 1.5 lbs
Maternity Clothes: Only when regular clothes are dirty!
Best Moment this week: Feeling my fundus growing closer to my belly-button
Gender: More on this later, but we have strong suspicions about what I am brewing.
Total Weight Gain: I'm going back and forth between a couple pounds. I think as of now, I'm up 1.5 lbs
Maternity Clothes: Only when regular clothes are dirty!
Best Moment this week: Feeling my fundus growing closer to my belly-button
Gender: More on this later, but we have strong suspicions about what I am brewing.
Movement: Well, there are some flutters that I normally don't feel, but I have no clue if they're actually from moving legs and arms--I really doubt I can feel anything now.
Food Craving:The most recent has been something sweet or carbs. Both wonderful choices I know. Luckily, grapes are doing great as my sweet.
What I miss: Not waking with a full bladder every 1-2 hours
Sleep: Interrupted at night due to the bladder thing. Not feeling as tired during the day, but still more tired than normal.
What I am looking forward to: Baby bump (not the big belly) and finding out the sex.
Belly Button: In all four of my previous pregnancies my bb remained an innie. I'm guessing it'll do the same this time around.Food Craving:The most recent has been something sweet or carbs. Both wonderful choices I know. Luckily, grapes are doing great as my sweet.
What I miss: Not waking with a full bladder every 1-2 hours
Sleep: Interrupted at night due to the bladder thing. Not feeling as tired during the day, but still more tired than normal.
What I am looking forward to: Baby bump (not the big belly) and finding out the sex.
Stretch Marks: Geez, not yet. Of course, I have old ones from a certain second pregnancy with my 9 pounder (all of my others have been 7, 7.1 and 7.2)
Symptoms: more stops at the ol' lou, wavering between nausea and starvation all the time then suddenly feeling stuffed after a few small bites (I usually experience this in late pregnancy, but whatever), my heart racing and making me feel tired (can we say heat exhaustion combined with tons more blood in my body), loss of appetite (most of the time).
Okay, off to get the hooligans in jammies, their teeth brushed, and their kisses and hugs given. I have a full week of grading ahead, but I want to try and make some last summer memories before HEAT WAVE 2010 passes by. So needless to say, I'll be back...who knows when!
Monday, July 26, 2010
QUIZ
How well do you know us? Often, I'm unsure of how well I know much of anything around here except how to clean the kitchen, but what follows is a fun True/False quiz. Go ahead and take the challenge.
True or false?
I use vinegar everyday.
True or false?
We found a dead oppossum in our yard this past weekend.
True or false?
I don't tend to appreciate award-winning movies.
True or false?
I do tend to appreciate award-winning BBQ.
True or false?
I often fall asleep while planning out the house I plan to build when we're filthy rich.
True or false?
One of our daughters has a mongoloid spot.
True or false?
I am not from the south, but I had a beloved grandma named Mema!
True or false?
I once held down 5 jobs.
True or false?
When I was pregnant with Bug, my doctor exclaimed, "You're my first three-peat (like repeat).
True or false?
I can't remember the last time I purchased raw beef.
True or false?
My husband is handy, but I had no idea until well after we were married.
True or false?
You will almost always find one of the following in my house:
homemade pudding, homemade pumpkin bread, homemade apple crisp, some kind of homemade cookie.
True or false?
My husband and I have the same birthday.
True or false?
One of our daughters was born 2 lbs heavier than the other three.
True or false?
I made 98% of the baby food Boushka ate from 6 months to 12 months.
True or false?
I have been involved in 4 wrecks, only one of which was there an ambulance involved.
True or false?
One babe got sick with H1N1 last year, and I was pretty sure it was a death sentence (thank you media).
True or false?
I have never seen in its entirity any Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Twilight Saga, etc., movie.
True or false?
I received my M.S.E. (Masters of Science in Education) when I was 22.
True or false?
My husband and I went to our first birthing class the day after we got married.
True or flase?
I heart back-to-school shopping.
True or false?
I made up siblings when I was a kid.
True or false?
There was a 5 month span one year when I finished my masters, got married, lost my father and grandmother, had a baby, bought a house and started a new job.
True or false?
All throughout school, I only received one detention.
True or false?
All of my daughters have an animal assigned to them as well as a food nick-name.
True or false?
I have a very helpful and giving husband.
True or false?
I used to think 30 was old, but turning 28 tomorrow has made me think twice about that.
True or false?
I (try my darndest) to stay up for SNL every Saturday night.
True or false?
I am currently wearing a maternity shirt with regular pants?
True.
Everything.
All of it.
The whole enchilada!
100% True.
So how'd you do? Try one yourself, it's kind of fun!
True or false?
I use vinegar everyday.
True or false?
We found a dead oppossum in our yard this past weekend.
True or false?
I don't tend to appreciate award-winning movies.
True or false?
I do tend to appreciate award-winning BBQ.
True or false?
I often fall asleep while planning out the house I plan to build when we're filthy rich.
True or false?
One of our daughters has a mongoloid spot.
True or false?
I am not from the south, but I had a beloved grandma named Mema!
True or false?
I once held down 5 jobs.
True or false?
When I was pregnant with Bug, my doctor exclaimed, "You're my first three-peat (like repeat).
True or false?
I can't remember the last time I purchased raw beef.
True or false?
My husband is handy, but I had no idea until well after we were married.
True or false?
You will almost always find one of the following in my house:
homemade pudding, homemade pumpkin bread, homemade apple crisp, some kind of homemade cookie.
True or false?
My husband and I have the same birthday.
True or false?
One of our daughters was born 2 lbs heavier than the other three.
True or false?
I made 98% of the baby food Boushka ate from 6 months to 12 months.
True or false?
I have been involved in 4 wrecks, only one of which was there an ambulance involved.
True or false?
One babe got sick with H1N1 last year, and I was pretty sure it was a death sentence (thank you media).
True or false?
I have never seen in its entirity any Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Twilight Saga, etc., movie.
True or false?
I received my M.S.E. (Masters of Science in Education) when I was 22.
True or false?
My husband and I went to our first birthing class the day after we got married.
True or flase?
I heart back-to-school shopping.
True or false?
I made up siblings when I was a kid.
True or false?
There was a 5 month span one year when I finished my masters, got married, lost my father and grandmother, had a baby, bought a house and started a new job.
True or false?
All throughout school, I only received one detention.
True or false?
All of my daughters have an animal assigned to them as well as a food nick-name.
True or false?
I have a very helpful and giving husband.
True or false?
I used to think 30 was old, but turning 28 tomorrow has made me think twice about that.
True or false?
I (try my darndest) to stay up for SNL every Saturday night.
True or false?
I am currently wearing a maternity shirt with regular pants?
True.
Everything.
All of it.
The whole enchilada!
100% True.
So how'd you do? Try one yourself, it's kind of fun!
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