Saturday, June 27, 2009
P.S.
Hey You was closest on the baby poll... She was 6lbs 13oz, 19 inches long and born on June 23rd at 7:42 pm PST
All aboard the choo choo PAIN
I am officially a new mommy. On Monday, June 22nd I went in to meet with the anesthesiologist because I discovered that I might be denied pain medication since we hadn't had a formal "sit down and sign these forms" meeting. My doctor got me the first available appointment and we went over all of the risks and benefits of various sorts of pregnancy medication techniques. Going into it, I knew that I wanted to try and have as natural of a birth as possible.
HAH!
So, I signed the forms and took my chart back over to Labor and Delivery since I was scheduled for induction later that day. Rather than going in a few hours later, they were like "Oh, we've got your bed ready so hop on in. Let's get this party started!"
Wha?
We came home long enough for me to grab my bag and get eat lunch (like, as fast as I've ever eaten in my life... they warned me that I wouldn't be able to eat for a very long time) and then we rushed back over to the hospital. The plan was to start off with cervidil to soften and stretch my cervix, add a balloon to get me to 5cm, then 12 hours later we would start the pitocin drip and, hopefully, we would have a baby within the following 24 hours.
Well, it turns out I'd been having regular contractions and just couldn't feel them. I was already dilated to 2cm and the cervidil wouldn't have done anything at that point. They inserted a balloon to stretch my cervix to 5cm so that we could start the whole labor thing.
Wow, talk about some pain. I discovered that when I'm faced with horrible debilitating pain, I start laughing. A lot. It freaked the doctor out.
So, they got the balloon in and started the pitocin so that I could fully stretch and prepare for birth. A few hours later my contractions were so bad that I was laughing through tears without any stop. I asked for IV drugs.
They gave me some awesome stuff I spent the next several hours flopping between feeling great and 'omg this is the worst pain ever kill me now'. I also slipped in and out of consciousness. I was in a drug coma, so I wasn't even really getting any rest and I was so very tired. Tension was high since everyone was really stressed out. The people that love me the most had to watch me go through horrible pain and try to pretend that everything was alright. Some of us cope with things differently than others and feelings got hurt, people got mad, and I finally asked for an epidural.
In the event that we have another child, I'm getting that thing upon admission.
I requested more IV drugs so that I wouldn't jump around when they inserted the epidural catheter and they gave me some of the best stuff I've ever had in my life. My mom was next to me, stroking my hair, talking about being on the beach and listening to the waves... physically, I was in the hospital. Mentally, I was in Tahiti. At some point, I came to realize that my brain world wasn't showing an accurate picture of what was going on and started to freak out. 'Where's my fruity drink? Get Pablo back in here, I need a massage! That's not a volcano, that's a needle!'
Fortunately, I was able to keep my surprise to myself an d I don't think anyone really noticed. Except the nurse. She could see the disappointment in my face.
I sat up and arched my back as best I could, then I leaned into My Husband for support. To try and keep myself calm and still, I made up a little song to sing and it was quite hilarious. My Husband, the nurse and the anesthesiologist were all laughing. Yeah, great idea, make the lady with the needle laugh. What could go wrong?
It was actually really great. I don't know why I was so worried about it.
At that point, I got a catheter since I wasn't going to be walking for quite some time. As much as I hate to admit it, that was pretty awesome too. I didn't have to get up to pee. I was, officially, the laziest person on earth. Then I remembered that I was having a baby and without that awesome medication, I would be in excruciating pain. Oh yeah, that's why I'm in the hospital, right?
Well, from there, things just kept getting weirder and weirder, so I ended up on oxygen. This is what My Husband and My Parents got to look at for a very long time.
Even though they hated seeing me hooked up to all of these machines, I'm sure it was much easier than watching me cry my eyes out with every contraction.
I even got my bunny to squeeze.
During one of my moments of 'not quite there' I decided that I was having my baby at 7:42pm and that it would rock since 7 is a lucky number and 42 is the answer to life, the universe, and everything.
Yeah, I'm a dork.
Oddly enough, things took a turn for the worst and they had to get the baby out very quickly. It wasn't an emergency c-section, it was just done very quickly.
On my list of the 10 most terrifying moments in my life, it's definitely in my top 2.
I had one doctor sitting on my chest trying to push my baby out, one doc on my side trying to make room and several other people in various places doing stuff. My Husband was trying to keep me focused on him so that I wouldn't think about what was going on. I didn't really care because I was in an awkward position and my back was killing me. I was bawling tears from my back pain and drug lady gave me some more medication. It kind of helped. Once my baby was out, I was still in a crazy amount of pain but I knew that I couldn't even try to move. They helped as much as they could, but it still was not pleasant.
I only kind of got to see my baby because I was shaking so bad that they were afraid I was going to reach out for her. Fortunately, My Husband got to see her and cut the cord and take pictures so that I could look at them while they were cleaning her off.
There was a miscommunication and my parents were told that they were not allowed to see her.
Holy crap the world exploded.
Rather than "you can't see her", they should have said "We're going to do her assessment and vaccination now so that you can all see her at the same time."
I got to my recovery room and wanted my baby. My Husband went to go get something from My Parents and came back freaking out. "Call your parents right now because they are leaving. Like, going home, leaving..."
I lost my shit.
I went into hysterics and tried calling them repeatedly. I left messages and demanded that they call as soon as they could. The nurses told me that if I didn't calm down I was going to rip out my stitches, have a stroke, and possibly bleed to death. Did I care? No. My mommy was leaving me and I couldn't figure out what I had done.
The nurses were even like "What the heck, what happened? They seemed fine."
The anesthesiologist came in, tried to calm me down, and gave me a big hug. My parents came back and we got everything straightened out. Turns out there was just a miscommunication.
My Husband asked if they could give me a sedative so that I wouldn't hurt myself.
We got everything straightened out. At this point, the nurses were really protective and my parents were really pissed off at the nurses. I had to explain what happened and everyone calmed down.
They finally brought the baby in and we all completely fell in love with her.
Can you blame us? A few hours old and she's already a ham.
From there, I had to stay in the hospital for several days and receive care of varying levels, ranging from '100% totally awesome' to 'why the hell am I even in the hospital? Let me die on the street'
Finally, they discharged me on Friday (after I yelled at them) and I've been doing really, really well ever since. Being at home has helped so much ( I don't have to wait 4 hours for some bitchy nurse to bring me my Percoset... I just reach over and grab it!)
There will be so many pictures to come, but for now, it's time to take a nap.
HAH!
So, I signed the forms and took my chart back over to Labor and Delivery since I was scheduled for induction later that day. Rather than going in a few hours later, they were like "Oh, we've got your bed ready so hop on in. Let's get this party started!"
Wha?
We came home long enough for me to grab my bag and get eat lunch (like, as fast as I've ever eaten in my life... they warned me that I wouldn't be able to eat for a very long time) and then we rushed back over to the hospital. The plan was to start off with cervidil to soften and stretch my cervix, add a balloon to get me to 5cm, then 12 hours later we would start the pitocin drip and, hopefully, we would have a baby within the following 24 hours.
Well, it turns out I'd been having regular contractions and just couldn't feel them. I was already dilated to 2cm and the cervidil wouldn't have done anything at that point. They inserted a balloon to stretch my cervix to 5cm so that we could start the whole labor thing.
Wow, talk about some pain. I discovered that when I'm faced with horrible debilitating pain, I start laughing. A lot. It freaked the doctor out.
So, they got the balloon in and started the pitocin so that I could fully stretch and prepare for birth. A few hours later my contractions were so bad that I was laughing through tears without any stop. I asked for IV drugs.
They gave me some awesome stuff I spent the next several hours flopping between feeling great and 'omg this is the worst pain ever kill me now'. I also slipped in and out of consciousness. I was in a drug coma, so I wasn't even really getting any rest and I was so very tired. Tension was high since everyone was really stressed out. The people that love me the most had to watch me go through horrible pain and try to pretend that everything was alright. Some of us cope with things differently than others and feelings got hurt, people got mad, and I finally asked for an epidural.
In the event that we have another child, I'm getting that thing upon admission.
I requested more IV drugs so that I wouldn't jump around when they inserted the epidural catheter and they gave me some of the best stuff I've ever had in my life. My mom was next to me, stroking my hair, talking about being on the beach and listening to the waves... physically, I was in the hospital. Mentally, I was in Tahiti. At some point, I came to realize that my brain world wasn't showing an accurate picture of what was going on and started to freak out. 'Where's my fruity drink? Get Pablo back in here, I need a massage! That's not a volcano, that's a needle!'
Fortunately, I was able to keep my surprise to myself an d I don't think anyone really noticed. Except the nurse. She could see the disappointment in my face.
I sat up and arched my back as best I could, then I leaned into My Husband for support. To try and keep myself calm and still, I made up a little song to sing and it was quite hilarious. My Husband, the nurse and the anesthesiologist were all laughing. Yeah, great idea, make the lady with the needle laugh. What could go wrong?
It was actually really great. I don't know why I was so worried about it.
At that point, I got a catheter since I wasn't going to be walking for quite some time. As much as I hate to admit it, that was pretty awesome too. I didn't have to get up to pee. I was, officially, the laziest person on earth. Then I remembered that I was having a baby and without that awesome medication, I would be in excruciating pain. Oh yeah, that's why I'm in the hospital, right?
Well, from there, things just kept getting weirder and weirder, so I ended up on oxygen. This is what My Husband and My Parents got to look at for a very long time.
Even though they hated seeing me hooked up to all of these machines, I'm sure it was much easier than watching me cry my eyes out with every contraction.
I even got my bunny to squeeze.
During one of my moments of 'not quite there' I decided that I was having my baby at 7:42pm and that it would rock since 7 is a lucky number and 42 is the answer to life, the universe, and everything.
Yeah, I'm a dork.
Oddly enough, things took a turn for the worst and they had to get the baby out very quickly. It wasn't an emergency c-section, it was just done very quickly.
On my list of the 10 most terrifying moments in my life, it's definitely in my top 2.
I had one doctor sitting on my chest trying to push my baby out, one doc on my side trying to make room and several other people in various places doing stuff. My Husband was trying to keep me focused on him so that I wouldn't think about what was going on. I didn't really care because I was in an awkward position and my back was killing me. I was bawling tears from my back pain and drug lady gave me some more medication. It kind of helped. Once my baby was out, I was still in a crazy amount of pain but I knew that I couldn't even try to move. They helped as much as they could, but it still was not pleasant.
I only kind of got to see my baby because I was shaking so bad that they were afraid I was going to reach out for her. Fortunately, My Husband got to see her and cut the cord and take pictures so that I could look at them while they were cleaning her off.
There was a miscommunication and my parents were told that they were not allowed to see her.
Holy crap the world exploded.
Rather than "you can't see her", they should have said "We're going to do her assessment and vaccination now so that you can all see her at the same time."
I got to my recovery room and wanted my baby. My Husband went to go get something from My Parents and came back freaking out. "Call your parents right now because they are leaving. Like, going home, leaving..."
I lost my shit.
I went into hysterics and tried calling them repeatedly. I left messages and demanded that they call as soon as they could. The nurses told me that if I didn't calm down I was going to rip out my stitches, have a stroke, and possibly bleed to death. Did I care? No. My mommy was leaving me and I couldn't figure out what I had done.
The nurses were even like "What the heck, what happened? They seemed fine."
The anesthesiologist came in, tried to calm me down, and gave me a big hug. My parents came back and we got everything straightened out. Turns out there was just a miscommunication.
My Husband asked if they could give me a sedative so that I wouldn't hurt myself.
We got everything straightened out. At this point, the nurses were really protective and my parents were really pissed off at the nurses. I had to explain what happened and everyone calmed down.
They finally brought the baby in and we all completely fell in love with her.
Can you blame us? A few hours old and she's already a ham.
From there, I had to stay in the hospital for several days and receive care of varying levels, ranging from '100% totally awesome' to 'why the hell am I even in the hospital? Let me die on the street'
Finally, they discharged me on Friday (after I yelled at them) and I've been doing really, really well ever since. Being at home has helped so much ( I don't have to wait 4 hours for some bitchy nurse to bring me my Percoset... I just reach over and grab it!)
There will be so many pictures to come, but for now, it's time to take a nap.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Say hello to my little friend....
PLEASE!
Oh my gosh, I don't think this baby is ever going to come out!
My parents came in a few days ago because the doctor told me to be ready for induction on Tuesday if my kidney function did not improve. I came home and told my parents to head on out since we were probably going to have the baby really soon...
My parents got here on Sunday night and it is now Tuesday. I went for my NST today and 'good news!', my kidneys are doing better! Bad news? That means no baby for now. The induction is scheduled for Monday and we should have the baby by next Wednesday.
This means that my parents came out here a week early for no good reason. This means that my mom is missing a week's worth of pay just to hang out and help me clean. This means that they won't get to spend as much time with their granddaughter.
I will be spending at least 3 days in the hospital and I am NOT looking forward to that. I do not like hospitals, I do not like doctors, I sure as shit do not like being hooked up to machines and told that I can't move.
My current plan is to do everything in my power to make this baby come out now. NOW! Even though I'm terrified of the whole labor thing, I can't wait to walk around like a normal person again. I hate having to stop and lean on my shopping cart because I'm having contractions. I hate not being able to keep up with My Husband. I hate feeling like a burden. It's time for things to be somewhat normal again.
Then I think about what having a baby will mean. No more running to the store without loading someone up in the car. No more 'spur of the moment' micro-vacations. No more retail therapy. No more being free to do what I want, when I want. Constantly having this needy little thing to care for... Am I really 'Mommy' material?
I think so. I kind of 'mother' everyone anyway and I'm pretty good with kids even though they get on my nerves. Plus, I rock and I want to show the world just how awesome I am by spreading my genes around. I have so much love that I feel like I need another person to share it with, and who better than my own child?
My brain has a lot of stuff to process and I'm just starting to get to the point where I can think about these things in the context of my own life. It's no longer an abstract idea... I'm going to be a mom. Soon.
It scares the hell out of me, but I'm so ready.
Oh my gosh, I don't think this baby is ever going to come out!
My parents came in a few days ago because the doctor told me to be ready for induction on Tuesday if my kidney function did not improve. I came home and told my parents to head on out since we were probably going to have the baby really soon...
My parents got here on Sunday night and it is now Tuesday. I went for my NST today and 'good news!', my kidneys are doing better! Bad news? That means no baby for now. The induction is scheduled for Monday and we should have the baby by next Wednesday.
This means that my parents came out here a week early for no good reason. This means that my mom is missing a week's worth of pay just to hang out and help me clean. This means that they won't get to spend as much time with their granddaughter.
I will be spending at least 3 days in the hospital and I am NOT looking forward to that. I do not like hospitals, I do not like doctors, I sure as shit do not like being hooked up to machines and told that I can't move.
My current plan is to do everything in my power to make this baby come out now. NOW! Even though I'm terrified of the whole labor thing, I can't wait to walk around like a normal person again. I hate having to stop and lean on my shopping cart because I'm having contractions. I hate not being able to keep up with My Husband. I hate feeling like a burden. It's time for things to be somewhat normal again.
Then I think about what having a baby will mean. No more running to the store without loading someone up in the car. No more 'spur of the moment' micro-vacations. No more retail therapy. No more being free to do what I want, when I want. Constantly having this needy little thing to care for... Am I really 'Mommy' material?
I think so. I kind of 'mother' everyone anyway and I'm pretty good with kids even though they get on my nerves. Plus, I rock and I want to show the world just how awesome I am by spreading my genes around. I have so much love that I feel like I need another person to share it with, and who better than my own child?
My brain has a lot of stuff to process and I'm just starting to get to the point where I can think about these things in the context of my own life. It's no longer an abstract idea... I'm going to be a mom. Soon.
It scares the hell out of me, but I'm so ready.
Friday, June 12, 2009
What the crap, oh no, we are not ready
I go to the doctor twice a week. On Tuesdays I get a NST (no stress test) and they check my glucose log and blood sugar to make sure everything looks good. At that point, I usually get a jug to do a 24 hour urine collection so they can see how much protein is spilling out.
Apparently, a lot.
The doc has decided that I will deliver no later than Monday the 22nd. Most likely I will have my baby on Tuesday. The doctor explained things to me like this:
'There are three levels of badness as far as protein in the urine goes. Green, yellow, and red. Most people walking around have a protein level of under 100. Your's is 575. Right now, you're in yellow moving toward red. If you get to red, we induce immediately since this will start causing permanent, irreversible damage to your kidneys and liver. If it gets bad enough, you will need dialysis or a kidney transplant. Let's get that baby out of you.'
I asked how long I had, since my parents are coming down for the delivery. She told me to call my parents and get them on a flight because if I start having blurred vision, pain, or headaches, they will induce immediately. My parents should hopefully be here tomorrow night.
Right now, I'm packing my bag for the hospital and I could really use some help. So far I have the following:
1 nightgown that can be destroyed
underwear that can be thrown away
facial cleanser
body wash
deodorant
medicated body powder
1 tennis ball
mouthwash
travel pack of baby care items (lotion, diaper cream, powder, wash, and shampoo)
onesies and a coming home outfit for Alyssa
1 receiving blanket
What else do I need?
What do you wish you had in your bag?
How much of this will I actually use?
HELP!!!!
Apparently, a lot.
The doc has decided that I will deliver no later than Monday the 22nd. Most likely I will have my baby on Tuesday. The doctor explained things to me like this:
'There are three levels of badness as far as protein in the urine goes. Green, yellow, and red. Most people walking around have a protein level of under 100. Your's is 575. Right now, you're in yellow moving toward red. If you get to red, we induce immediately since this will start causing permanent, irreversible damage to your kidneys and liver. If it gets bad enough, you will need dialysis or a kidney transplant. Let's get that baby out of you.'
I asked how long I had, since my parents are coming down for the delivery. She told me to call my parents and get them on a flight because if I start having blurred vision, pain, or headaches, they will induce immediately. My parents should hopefully be here tomorrow night.
Right now, I'm packing my bag for the hospital and I could really use some help. So far I have the following:
1 nightgown that can be destroyed
underwear that can be thrown away
facial cleanser
body wash
deodorant
medicated body powder
1 tennis ball
mouthwash
travel pack of baby care items (lotion, diaper cream, powder, wash, and shampoo)
onesies and a coming home outfit for Alyssa
1 receiving blanket
What else do I need?
What do you wish you had in your bag?
How much of this will I actually use?
HELP!!!!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
We're goin' on a hike!
My doctor told me to make sure I'm getting plenty of exercise since it's really important to keep my blood sugar and weight down right now, especially in the last few weeks of pregnancy. Since My Husband and I both had the day off and were dying to get out of the house, we went up to the mountain and took a stroll down one of the trails.
This is the very beginning of this trail-- the parking lot.
This is the very beginning of this trail-- the parking lot.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
One sad pregnant lady
For those of you that haven't been paying attention, I am 9 months pregnant.
At this point, I'm very likely to rip your face off for being rude, doing something I don't like, or not doing something I have asked you to do.
I have developed a love for a very strange pizza. The Pizza Hut stuffed crust super supreme, no mushrooms or olives, add chicken and pineapple. I'm sure it sounds terrible... but it tastes delicious! This pizza is supposed to have pepperoni, beef, italian sausage, ham, bell pepper, onion, chicken, and pineapple.
Tonight.... they let me down.
What I received was a pizza with chicken, bell pepper, and pineapple.
The pizza I ordered is $25.
The pizza I got is not.
I had already eaten a slice before I noticed, so I submitted feedback on their website rather than calling the store.
Depending on how they handle this, I may also be boycotting Pizza Hut.
When I have a poor customer experience I don't usually complain. On the off chance that I complain, I am VERY upset, but I always stay nice and calm because I know it wasn't done maliciously.
If I speak to a service representative with a complaint or request, I expect to be treated with at least as much respect and courtesy as you would give anyone else. IF YOU ARE MEAN TO ME, I WILL RIP YOUR THROAT OUT.
Well, not really, but I will express my disgust and boycott your company.
Right now, there are a few companies on my shit list but only two of them are slightly interesting.
1. Sprint
2. Domino's pizza.
Since we are talking about pizza, I'll go with that story. Remind me to tell you about Sprint someday... when I'm not pregnant.... and when my blood pressure is low.... and I don't have a knife.
About a year ago, we ordered pizza from Domino's, which we did very frequently back then. When it came, My Husband paid with his debit card and we all sat down to enjoy what was sure to be an amazing dining experience.
They sent the wrong pizza.
And My Husband's debit card was missing.
He called the store to see if the driver had accidentally forgotten to give it back. The first words out of their mouths were "We did not steal your debit card".
Oooookay, we never said you did.
They said that they would send the driver back to see if he still had the card.
The driver that came out was not the guy that delivered our pizza.
We called the store. "Yes he is"
No, he isn't. For one, this is a short, pudgy, Armenian man. Our driver was a tall, lanky, Caucasian boy.
"Oh, no he isn't. Here, we'll have the real driver come out"
He called... and proceeded to scream at My Husband that he did not steal his debit card.
We never said you did. We were just asking if it was turned into the store since we can't locate it now.
After the driver left, I called the store to tell them how upset I was. The manager said, and this is a direct quote, "I'm sorry you're upset, but we did not take your fucking card. Get over it."
I NEVER SAID YOU DID.
I told her that, aside from the card, I was really unhappy with the way the situation was handled. Our incorrect pizza was never addressed and she basically told me that she didn't care because it was her store and she could run it the way she wanted.
That day, Domino's was outlawed in this house.
Three weeks later, My Husband was getting in to his car and, magically, his old debit card was tucked in one of the crannies on his steering wheel. Now, he's pretty oblivious sometimes, but I'm fairly certain that he would have noticed that at some point.
You fucking stole the debit card and then returned it when you found out it had been canceled. Bastard!
My Husband, who loooooves Domino's pizza, has ordered there a few times since then but he always pays with cash. At this point, he has learned that it is best to hide the boxes from me because I tend to go a little berserk when I find out that he ordered from them.
At this point, I'm very likely to rip your face off for being rude, doing something I don't like, or not doing something I have asked you to do.
I have developed a love for a very strange pizza. The Pizza Hut stuffed crust super supreme, no mushrooms or olives, add chicken and pineapple. I'm sure it sounds terrible... but it tastes delicious! This pizza is supposed to have pepperoni, beef, italian sausage, ham, bell pepper, onion, chicken, and pineapple.
Tonight.... they let me down.
What I received was a pizza with chicken, bell pepper, and pineapple.
The pizza I ordered is $25.
The pizza I got is not.
I had already eaten a slice before I noticed, so I submitted feedback on their website rather than calling the store.
Depending on how they handle this, I may also be boycotting Pizza Hut.
When I have a poor customer experience I don't usually complain. On the off chance that I complain, I am VERY upset, but I always stay nice and calm because I know it wasn't done maliciously.
If I speak to a service representative with a complaint or request, I expect to be treated with at least as much respect and courtesy as you would give anyone else. IF YOU ARE MEAN TO ME, I WILL RIP YOUR THROAT OUT.
Well, not really, but I will express my disgust and boycott your company.
Right now, there are a few companies on my shit list but only two of them are slightly interesting.
1. Sprint
2. Domino's pizza.
Since we are talking about pizza, I'll go with that story. Remind me to tell you about Sprint someday... when I'm not pregnant.... and when my blood pressure is low.... and I don't have a knife.
About a year ago, we ordered pizza from Domino's, which we did very frequently back then. When it came, My Husband paid with his debit card and we all sat down to enjoy what was sure to be an amazing dining experience.
They sent the wrong pizza.
And My Husband's debit card was missing.
He called the store to see if the driver had accidentally forgotten to give it back. The first words out of their mouths were "We did not steal your debit card".
Oooookay, we never said you did.
They said that they would send the driver back to see if he still had the card.
The driver that came out was not the guy that delivered our pizza.
We called the store. "Yes he is"
No, he isn't. For one, this is a short, pudgy, Armenian man. Our driver was a tall, lanky, Caucasian boy.
"Oh, no he isn't. Here, we'll have the real driver come out"
He called... and proceeded to scream at My Husband that he did not steal his debit card.
We never said you did. We were just asking if it was turned into the store since we can't locate it now.
After the driver left, I called the store to tell them how upset I was. The manager said, and this is a direct quote, "I'm sorry you're upset, but we did not take your fucking card. Get over it."
I NEVER SAID YOU DID.
I told her that, aside from the card, I was really unhappy with the way the situation was handled. Our incorrect pizza was never addressed and she basically told me that she didn't care because it was her store and she could run it the way she wanted.
That day, Domino's was outlawed in this house.
Three weeks later, My Husband was getting in to his car and, magically, his old debit card was tucked in one of the crannies on his steering wheel. Now, he's pretty oblivious sometimes, but I'm fairly certain that he would have noticed that at some point.
You fucking stole the debit card and then returned it when you found out it had been canceled. Bastard!
My Husband, who loooooves Domino's pizza, has ordered there a few times since then but he always pays with cash. At this point, he has learned that it is best to hide the boxes from me because I tend to go a little berserk when I find out that he ordered from them.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
And now for something less depressing
Nesting is in full swing here in our humble abode. Since I've been taken off work, it seems that my new mission is to make sure the apartment is 100% clean and ready for the baby since it will probably never get that clean again.
The most interesting part? We're also packing in preparation for a permanent change of station. This means that we will probably be moving very, very soon. If it weren't for my pregnancy, we would probably already be there. So, while getting everything ready for my precious little girl, we're also packing up everything that isn't essential to our daily life.
If you visit in the next few months, do not be shocked if all of the decor is gone. Though I feel it is essential, apparently it isn't and needs to be hidden in totes so that we can load up a moving truck in a hurry.
The interior designer in me is weeping.
This also means that I can't make my baby's room as cute as it could be. It really, really bothers me that the walls are blank and there aren't shelves adorned with cute little baby things. I want so badly to start stenciling and painting and hanging things up to make her room as cute as possible. I know that she won't remember it, but the pictures will last forever. "No, you weren't living in a prison... we were just moving."
The most interesting part? We're also packing in preparation for a permanent change of station. This means that we will probably be moving very, very soon. If it weren't for my pregnancy, we would probably already be there. So, while getting everything ready for my precious little girl, we're also packing up everything that isn't essential to our daily life.
If you visit in the next few months, do not be shocked if all of the decor is gone. Though I feel it is essential, apparently it isn't and needs to be hidden in totes so that we can load up a moving truck in a hurry.
The interior designer in me is weeping.
This also means that I can't make my baby's room as cute as it could be. It really, really bothers me that the walls are blank and there aren't shelves adorned with cute little baby things. I want so badly to start stenciling and painting and hanging things up to make her room as cute as possible. I know that she won't remember it, but the pictures will last forever. "No, you weren't living in a prison... we were just moving."
Saturday, June 6, 2009
At least it's something...
I am officially on maternity leave.
Though I probably won't have this kid for several more weeks, the doc took me off work. Today, I discovered that I may have been a little vague about exactly what is going on since some of my coworkers were shocked. "But you aren't due yet... if you take off now you won't have much time once she's born."
Yeah, I'm well aware of that. It isn't like it's a freaking choice. Do you really think my doctor sat there and thought "Hmm... I wonder how I can make her day a little worse. I know, I'll take away her income and leave her at home, in bed, with little purpose in life. Yes, that sounds wonderful!"
Do you think I got the news and was excited? Knowing that I'm staying at home instead of contributing to our bank account, trying to do as much as I can but also knowing that the whole point of taking me off work is so that I can rest?
If you had any clue what it was like to have your doctor look you in the eye and say "Yes, this could kill you and your baby." you wouldn't envy my time off work.
For the most part I'm staying as positive as possible (so please don't reassure me that everything is going to be fine. I must say that 100 times a day. I know it's going to be fine. And I know that there isn't anything I can do about it if it isn't fine. Thank you.) but sometimes it really bothers me.
Even if we both make it through the birthing process, there's still that whole HPV "Dear lord, you may have cervical cancer... don't go into preterm just because you got bad news" thing.
Some days it feels like the cards are stacked against me.
Then I look around the corner and see parts of Alyssa's room. My heart totally melts when I imagine her laying in the crib, wearing some of the cute outfits, even when I envision her waking up crying because she had a nightmare...
I know that she isn't killing me on purpose. Poor little baby has no idea what her momma's going through just to make sure that she is safe and well. I really hope that she never has to know. But one day, she may grow up and decide that she wants to have kids. I will need to make sure she understands what can happen.
Apparently, some of these problems run in my family.
I was totally unaware.
No one wanted to worry me.
I know you were trying to protect me, but damn. A little heads up would have been nice.
Though I probably won't have this kid for several more weeks, the doc took me off work. Today, I discovered that I may have been a little vague about exactly what is going on since some of my coworkers were shocked. "But you aren't due yet... if you take off now you won't have much time once she's born."
Yeah, I'm well aware of that. It isn't like it's a freaking choice. Do you really think my doctor sat there and thought "Hmm... I wonder how I can make her day a little worse. I know, I'll take away her income and leave her at home, in bed, with little purpose in life. Yes, that sounds wonderful!"
Do you think I got the news and was excited? Knowing that I'm staying at home instead of contributing to our bank account, trying to do as much as I can but also knowing that the whole point of taking me off work is so that I can rest?
If you had any clue what it was like to have your doctor look you in the eye and say "Yes, this could kill you and your baby." you wouldn't envy my time off work.
For the most part I'm staying as positive as possible (so please don't reassure me that everything is going to be fine. I must say that 100 times a day. I know it's going to be fine. And I know that there isn't anything I can do about it if it isn't fine. Thank you.) but sometimes it really bothers me.
Even if we both make it through the birthing process, there's still that whole HPV "Dear lord, you may have cervical cancer... don't go into preterm just because you got bad news" thing.
Some days it feels like the cards are stacked against me.
Then I look around the corner and see parts of Alyssa's room. My heart totally melts when I imagine her laying in the crib, wearing some of the cute outfits, even when I envision her waking up crying because she had a nightmare...
I know that she isn't killing me on purpose. Poor little baby has no idea what her momma's going through just to make sure that she is safe and well. I really hope that she never has to know. But one day, she may grow up and decide that she wants to have kids. I will need to make sure she understands what can happen.
Apparently, some of these problems run in my family.
I was totally unaware.
No one wanted to worry me.
I know you were trying to protect me, but damn. A little heads up would have been nice.
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