It's a baby!
Thursday, May 10, 2012
My Now Monthly Post
Had Ultrasound today and Fuzzlet is fully locked and loaded and in a good position to find the exit when the time comes. I have hourly conversations with him about how the whole process will be easier on us both if we just work together towards our final goal - him safely and happily on the outside of my body. I have bought him a bajillion very cute and very necessary items and his room is a breath away from being done - though be warned, if you see it, you may go temporarily blind from the cuteness factor. I talk to all of the cats daily about how they are about to have a new brother and to be nice to him when he comes, though Hime has suddenly started peeing and pooping outside the litterbox - not the best sign in the world. So I've been letting all of them sniff and play with the new stuff so they can get adjusted. I am very much looking forward to my lovely friend Christie coming and staying for a couple of weeks after Fuzzy shows up. It'll be nice to show my son proof that his mom is cool enough to have a friend like her :)
Soon I will be posting a little something about what the plan is after I go into labor, so everyone will know how to get info and such. Though at this point, I'm considering just posting on FB "Guess who we got to meet last night!" and not bother with telling folks until after he's all pink, wiggly and out and about.
The closer I get to the appointed day, the less I can manage to give a flying crap about work, though I fully intend to put in at least one or two more orders in before I am gone. I'm pretty sure all of our new employees think Dan runs the whole store and I'm just arm candy. They might be surprised a few months from now... We'll see, I guess.
Monday, April 9, 2012
Pregnant Easter Bunny
Had a good birthday weekend. My present from Dan was unlimited help with my favorite obsession - getting the nursery ready. It was awesome! We spent a good portion of the day (and our bank account) at Babies r Us and then we put most of it together. Dan even helped instigate doing the fuzzling's laundry. I bought a bunch of cloth diaper inserts for burp cloths as recommended by nearly everyone I know, but they seem kinda small... Not sure if they will protect me from the predicted splatter and such. I guess we'll see. I also got tons of cake, my favorite thing.
The next day I dragged my increasing mass around the countryside looking at and getting nommed on by baby cows. So frikkin cute. Then with the company of my mom and Dick, we stuffed our faces with the tastiest pancakes known to man. I do believe I surprised the parental units with my size, though the auditory evidence was relatively benign. I was only told that it had been a while since they had seen me, fortunately no one made me or Dan need to inform them that the word beautiful was to replace all adjectives referring to my size for the foreseeable future. Examples for future use:
"Wow! That chair didn't stand a chance when confronted by your sheer beauty!" Or, "You might be too beautiful to ride in the Prius anymore, let's take the van instead." Note: lovely can also be applied in this situation. "I think my loveliness is preventing me from reaching my feet, can you help me tie my shoes?"
During the meal, my mom presented us with Easter baskets containing bunny ears which we wore for the rest of the day. The staff at the restaraunt took out picture, so when we bring the fuzzling in a few years we can show him exactly what kind of family he got stuck with :) though, by then, he'll probably have some inkling.
Monday, April 2, 2012
I know, it's been a while.
Oddly enough, life does not slow down once you start to reach the home stretch. We now have 9 weeks to go, wowsers. Finally have the nursery painted and the furniture peoples are due any minute with the crib and changing table/dresser.
More and more I am leaving the Mercantile to Dan and crew, while I get the house ready for our new arrival. I am in total full-on nesting mode at this point - all I think of any more is making appointments and finding the most perfect and absolutely cutest stencils to put on the walls. Yesterday while I was at Target buying diapers, diaper pails and the like, I stumbled across the cutest display ever, so the baby/guest bathroom is now covered in monkeys. I sure hope this kid isn't afraid of monkeys because they are everywhere. Fuzzlet's grandparents are becoming anxious to meet him and my grandparents are just adorable, I can't wait til they get to meet him. I'm going now, because I want to see if Michael's has an online selection of stencils or wall stickers for me to peruse, now I need some for the bathroom too!
Thursday, March 8, 2012
New Discovery
I went to a creative movement for birth class last night and I learned something very important - super pregnant ladies freak me out!!!!!! As soon as I went into the room and saw several ladies about to pop I got all dizzy and almost had to put my head between my knees (good luck with that, right?). It took me almost an hour before I could look one in the eye.
I'm actually glad that I discovered this now, because I have time to work on it. Actually, during the whole class I got more and more comfortable with where I was and I asked myself what the heck was going on. I realized that until last night I never EVER thought about labor. So many oh-so-helpful (snort) ladies have told me tons of horrible stories that just left me completely shut down about the idea to the point where being in the same room as some lady about to pop almost sends me into convulsions. Not ideal.
Fortunately for me the whole class was focused toward joy and strength instead of "And then THIS is probably gonna happen! HaHaHa!" So by the time it was over I felt kinda like, "Hey, I can totally do this and it might even be kinda cool." Instead of, "Soon I'll be going to the birthing center where something super scary that I won't think about will happen and then I'll come out with my fuzzling in my hot little hands, woot."
Conclusion: Midwifery Center birthing classes are good, well meaning ladies with horror stories to tell need to be tazered.
I'm actually glad that I discovered this now, because I have time to work on it. Actually, during the whole class I got more and more comfortable with where I was and I asked myself what the heck was going on. I realized that until last night I never EVER thought about labor. So many oh-so-helpful (snort) ladies have told me tons of horrible stories that just left me completely shut down about the idea to the point where being in the same room as some lady about to pop almost sends me into convulsions. Not ideal.
Fortunately for me the whole class was focused toward joy and strength instead of "And then THIS is probably gonna happen! HaHaHa!" So by the time it was over I felt kinda like, "Hey, I can totally do this and it might even be kinda cool." Instead of, "Soon I'll be going to the birthing center where something super scary that I won't think about will happen and then I'll come out with my fuzzling in my hot little hands, woot."
Conclusion: Midwifery Center birthing classes are good, well meaning ladies with horror stories to tell need to be tazered.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Being Pregnant Means...
When you say "I need to go to the bathroom." people don't continue on with a 20 minute long story and practically chase you into the bathroom in order to finish telling it. They say, "Oh yes, of course." and even point out the closest one. Sweet.
When you say "I'm tired." they don't ignore the comment and expect you to push through something exhausting and mind consuming. Actually they tend to get panicky and try to push you to the floor in order to immediately get you off your feet. Then they get you blanket and pillows and gummy bears. Rock on.
When you say "I really want some cake right now." They don't say, "For breakfast?" They start listing out all the different kinds of cake you could have from the closest locations. Sounds great, but is a little hard on the willpower.
When you say "My shoulder hurts a little." people don't expect you to take Advil and ignore it. Instead, you end up getting fought over by 2 chiropractors, a massage therapist, and a physical therapist who just want to fix the problem as quickly as possible so you don't even have to take Tylenol.
When you are having a hormonally unbalanced day, you get hugs and lovin's instead of the stink-eye.
Peeing all the time. ALL the time.
Getting to use the elevator at the parking garage without getting mean looks from people. Woot.
Always having someone to talk to or sing weird songs to that NEVER interrupts and gives you little kicks as a way of communicating his love for you. :cries:
Your family makes sure you know they love you all the time.
99% of people are just plain nicer to you than they normally would be. I like that part. And the 1% that is mean - for whatever reason- usually gets jumped all over by the other 99%. I rarely ever get to bust out my preggo-rage on anyone. (p.s. I hate the word preggo.)
Dear unborn fuzzling,
Had there been any resentment from the nonstop barfing and exhaustion of the first 4 months, it is all forgotten now. I cannot, however, speak for the birth. I can only assume the same will apply.
Love, Mom
When you say "I'm tired." they don't ignore the comment and expect you to push through something exhausting and mind consuming. Actually they tend to get panicky and try to push you to the floor in order to immediately get you off your feet. Then they get you blanket and pillows and gummy bears. Rock on.
When you say "I really want some cake right now." They don't say, "For breakfast?" They start listing out all the different kinds of cake you could have from the closest locations. Sounds great, but is a little hard on the willpower.
When you say "My shoulder hurts a little." people don't expect you to take Advil and ignore it. Instead, you end up getting fought over by 2 chiropractors, a massage therapist, and a physical therapist who just want to fix the problem as quickly as possible so you don't even have to take Tylenol.
When you are having a hormonally unbalanced day, you get hugs and lovin's instead of the stink-eye.
Peeing all the time. ALL the time.
Getting to use the elevator at the parking garage without getting mean looks from people. Woot.
Always having someone to talk to or sing weird songs to that NEVER interrupts and gives you little kicks as a way of communicating his love for you. :cries:
Your family makes sure you know they love you all the time.
99% of people are just plain nicer to you than they normally would be. I like that part. And the 1% that is mean - for whatever reason- usually gets jumped all over by the other 99%. I rarely ever get to bust out my preggo-rage on anyone. (p.s. I hate the word preggo.)
Dear unborn fuzzling,
Had there been any resentment from the nonstop barfing and exhaustion of the first 4 months, it is all forgotten now. I cannot, however, speak for the birth. I can only assume the same will apply.
Love, Mom
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Smartness
Yeah, being smart is totally overrated. When my mental faculties started going downhill from being pregnant, at first I was all like, "Oh no, how will I keep from stupiding myself to death?!" Now I'm all, "Yeah, I put my car keys in the toilet tank again, what of it?" (not a real example, unfortunately)
Maybe the hormones have just started to level out, but I find myself being able to spell again, which is nice. Verbal communication, on the other hand, still consists mostly of me trying to beam the image of what I am trying to convey directly into the other person's mind - that and wild and elaborate gesticulation, which can get kind of hilarious, especially if someone gets poked in the eye. Dan has become a pro at understanding me, even if I just say, "Snowblower!" He'll be all like, "Don't worry, there will be plenty of ice cream left when we get there." What a catch! Now that I know about his super pregnancy mind reading powers I will totally have more of his babies.
By the way, I like cats.
Maybe the hormones have just started to level out, but I find myself being able to spell again, which is nice. Verbal communication, on the other hand, still consists mostly of me trying to beam the image of what I am trying to convey directly into the other person's mind - that and wild and elaborate gesticulation, which can get kind of hilarious, especially if someone gets poked in the eye. Dan has become a pro at understanding me, even if I just say, "Snowblower!" He'll be all like, "Don't worry, there will be plenty of ice cream left when we get there." What a catch! Now that I know about his super pregnancy mind reading powers I will totally have more of his babies.
By the way, I like cats.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Different Stuff So Far
Standing Up
Getting up is becoming a new adventure every day! Getting off the couch? Forget it, it takes several moments of flopping about followed by rolling over onto the floor to even get off the dang thing. From there I have to do some fancy yoga moves to get myself upright. Remedy? Go buy a recliner that half propels me to my feet. Problem solved right? Not quite. It turns out that the new recliner is a cat magnet. They don't want anything to do with any other item in the room - especially if I'm sitting on it. So, the problem is that if there are cats on the chair when I need to get up (and there's always at least one) they are also propelled off the couch into the air. Poor things. I try to give them a warning, but when a pregnant lady needs to use the potty, there's really only a small window for success, so they get one nudge and then it's air time.
Sleep
What's that? Yeah, so there isn't really any of that happening - at least on my side of the bed. I wake up about every 30 minutes and then spend 10 - 15 minutes going back to sleep. This continues for 3 hours and then it's all over. I just have to get up and occupy myself for at least 3 hours before trying again. Caution: Anyone advising me to try Chamomile tea will be hunted down and have a cat propelled at them. Fortunately for me, once or twice a week I actually get a full 8 hours of sleeping for 30 minutes and then being awake for 10 - 15. This makes it so I don't actually follow through on the urges to run people over with my car when they do something deserving of it.
All that being said, I do actually have one tried and true method of falling to sleep, and that is my Shadowcat. If I can convince her to sleep next to my head, but not on it, I will conk right out. The purring she gets up to is epic and will put me down like a brick to the head (except nicer). Unfortunately, I can't have her every night because I have to leave the door open to allow for potty breaks which means that our kitten - who is very nocturnal - gets up to wacky hijinks with everything in the room that he can conceivably chase/pounce/put in his mouth. So, I only get my purr-bot sleep remedy once or twice a week when the kitten is willing to sleep too. Otherwise they all stay outside the bedroom.
All of this, I believe, is really just to prepare me for learning how to function on no sleep. Let the good times roll.
Eating
Definitely gaining more weight now than before. My love for cake has returned with a passion. Many people tell me to enjoy it while I can since I have an excuse and, for the most part, I am, but I don't think you people realize exactly how much cake I can take down in a day. (For those of you at home, the definition of cake - to me - is anything sweet that can be baked. This includes cookies, brownies, cake, muffins, and so on...) About a year before I got pregnant, I went on Weight Watchers and lost 50 lbs so that I could have any easier time with this pregnancy, which turned out to be a very good idea. Mostly that entailed not eating cake all day long and exercising a bit. Now that I am off the program (can't diet whilst pregnant) and I no longer have serious food aversions to everything, I have turned into the freakin' cookie monster! Now, I'm not a horrible mother. I make sure that the fuzzlet gets healthy noms before I fill up on cake, but at this point, I do believe that I will be right about back where I started a year and a half ago.
Now, with all that being said, I don't freaking care! I love cake right now, it sings to me like a forbidden lover to a teenaged girl and I WANT it. So I have it. But my goal now, as of this very day, is to have only one caky thing a day. This way maybe I won't look like the Stay Puffed Marshmallow Man by the end of this whole endeavor.
Getting up is becoming a new adventure every day! Getting off the couch? Forget it, it takes several moments of flopping about followed by rolling over onto the floor to even get off the dang thing. From there I have to do some fancy yoga moves to get myself upright. Remedy? Go buy a recliner that half propels me to my feet. Problem solved right? Not quite. It turns out that the new recliner is a cat magnet. They don't want anything to do with any other item in the room - especially if I'm sitting on it. So, the problem is that if there are cats on the chair when I need to get up (and there's always at least one) they are also propelled off the couch into the air. Poor things. I try to give them a warning, but when a pregnant lady needs to use the potty, there's really only a small window for success, so they get one nudge and then it's air time.
Sleep
What's that? Yeah, so there isn't really any of that happening - at least on my side of the bed. I wake up about every 30 minutes and then spend 10 - 15 minutes going back to sleep. This continues for 3 hours and then it's all over. I just have to get up and occupy myself for at least 3 hours before trying again. Caution: Anyone advising me to try Chamomile tea will be hunted down and have a cat propelled at them. Fortunately for me, once or twice a week I actually get a full 8 hours of sleeping for 30 minutes and then being awake for 10 - 15. This makes it so I don't actually follow through on the urges to run people over with my car when they do something deserving of it.
All that being said, I do actually have one tried and true method of falling to sleep, and that is my Shadowcat. If I can convince her to sleep next to my head, but not on it, I will conk right out. The purring she gets up to is epic and will put me down like a brick to the head (except nicer). Unfortunately, I can't have her every night because I have to leave the door open to allow for potty breaks which means that our kitten - who is very nocturnal - gets up to wacky hijinks with everything in the room that he can conceivably chase/pounce/put in his mouth. So, I only get my purr-bot sleep remedy once or twice a week when the kitten is willing to sleep too. Otherwise they all stay outside the bedroom.
All of this, I believe, is really just to prepare me for learning how to function on no sleep. Let the good times roll.
Eating
Definitely gaining more weight now than before. My love for cake has returned with a passion. Many people tell me to enjoy it while I can since I have an excuse and, for the most part, I am, but I don't think you people realize exactly how much cake I can take down in a day. (For those of you at home, the definition of cake - to me - is anything sweet that can be baked. This includes cookies, brownies, cake, muffins, and so on...) About a year before I got pregnant, I went on Weight Watchers and lost 50 lbs so that I could have any easier time with this pregnancy, which turned out to be a very good idea. Mostly that entailed not eating cake all day long and exercising a bit. Now that I am off the program (can't diet whilst pregnant) and I no longer have serious food aversions to everything, I have turned into the freakin' cookie monster! Now, I'm not a horrible mother. I make sure that the fuzzlet gets healthy noms before I fill up on cake, but at this point, I do believe that I will be right about back where I started a year and a half ago.
Now, with all that being said, I don't freaking care! I love cake right now, it sings to me like a forbidden lover to a teenaged girl and I WANT it. So I have it. But my goal now, as of this very day, is to have only one caky thing a day. This way maybe I won't look like the Stay Puffed Marshmallow Man by the end of this whole endeavor.
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