"When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake." ~the Narrators line in "Fight Club" which boils down to I'm here, but not really. Motherhood is not for the weak. If there is a weak bone in your body the newborn phase sends you to boot camp and straight onto the front lines.
I've read your messages, you women are wonderful. I am blessed to have come across so many wonderfully spirited gentle and loving souls. Your comments and love and encouragement leave me uplifted and put a smile on my face.
Baby Jase is great. Tiring, ass kicking, but beautiful and great. Cyler is great, cheeky as hell but he always has been, luckily he loves his Brother, refers to Jason as "his baby" and Zach, oh my goodness, Zach is just amazing with him, now Zach really believes Jason is "HIS" baby. The love that dog has for that baby is unreal. I almost cry every time Zach gets to slobber all over him because its just one of the sweetest sights I've ever seen.
I'm hanging in there. I found out on the 26Th (4 weeks after delivering) that I had a postpartum infection (endometrosis) and more than likely had had it the whole time which is why I hadn't healed much in the 4 weeks. blah. you get so sick of hearing "that's perfectly normal" you over look whats not perfectly normal. I have my six week exam on the 15Th and we'll see what happens then. I know I haven't completed the birth story but I it's too raw for me, a bit too traumatic to go there and say it out loud. My pelvis is, well, lets just say its not "right" but then how could it be when someone who is barely 5'1 and weighs 125lbs normally delivers a 9lb baby with a 14" head. anyways, enough of that...
what this blog is really about now that I got mini update out for my beloved readers.
I have a disease, a sickness, an addiction...
It started (years ago) with Parenting Magazine, then Good Housekeeping, spread to Redbook, and now it's about to go onto Family Circle and Martha Stewart Living. I cannot stop... Is there a group? Because I seriously may need one. Oh and I forgot to include Readers Digest and the Smithsonian which I already get too. Gah... Deliver me from Magazine subscriptions, help me walk toward the light, save my credit card $5.99 for 12 issues here and $15.99 for 12 issues there plus a complimentary subscription to everyday food, a tote bag, and a cookbook...
the baby stirs, and I am signing off.
Much Love,
~C.
ETA: I drop off the mags in brand new condition at the local tiny ass library where they appreciate them, does that make it acceptable??? just wondering if it makes it "okay."
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Monday, January 5, 2009
Monday, November 24, 2008
37weeks, 6 days
How much harder could it possibly get? You'll never hear me ask those questions.
Back pain was insane today, I couldn't get into the chiropractor today but do have an appointment set up tomorrow.
I swear I thought of going to the hospital. The whole "on a scale of 1 to 10 10 being unbearable" pain I'd rate it an 8. Early back labor, this could last for days and it's best to stay at home as long as possible unless: you have period like bleeding, contractions (in my case) 10 minutes apart for 1 hour, or my water breaks. The earlier you go to the hospital the higher your chances of having a C-Section will be, so they say wait it out at home where you will be more comfortable, as long as possible and that's what I am doing.
You know what my beef is with a C-Section? aside from having my arms tied down of course? having to stay in the hospital for 4 days away from Cyler. As it is I am doing everything in my power to go home 24 hours after baby is born, and as long as he is doing okay, my OB has agreed to that. She did say if he has any problems they will ask me to stay for 48 hours, of course I would, but if god forbid we have to repeat what we did with Cyler I would be released from the hospital and he would stay in NICU. God, that took its toll on me with Cyler and back then we lived down the street from the hospital, now we live an hour away from it. I'm not even thinking of that. But at least I know now; yes, things happen, sometimes babies have to stay in NICU for awhile, at least now if it where to happen it wouldn't be a total shock, I never even thought or mentally prepared myself for that possibility the first time around. I think that's what hurt me most. It was so new, and it went so wrong. I barely got to hold him that first week. All the tubes and how quiet and how dim the NICU was.
Other than that, I am on fire hot. I swear I think my forehead is about to start pouring sweat and I feel like fire hot heat is just radiating out of the pores of my body, its gross, I also feel swollen and tight like a little fat sausage, which is the grossest feeling, my hands keep going numb, I am pass out in my soup tired, and I still need to do things, like clean the bathrooms and my room needs to be moved around. As it is right now its like a bed room with a swing thrown here and a co-sleeper thrown there, exercise machine here, books piled ceiling high because I still don't have the friggin bookcase, car seat here, plastic bins of blankets there.
God I should just do this shit myself, whats the worse that can happen? my water break? ooh, I am shaking in my boots...
Back pain was insane today, I couldn't get into the chiropractor today but do have an appointment set up tomorrow.
I swear I thought of going to the hospital. The whole "on a scale of 1 to 10 10 being unbearable" pain I'd rate it an 8. Early back labor, this could last for days and it's best to stay at home as long as possible unless: you have period like bleeding, contractions (in my case) 10 minutes apart for 1 hour, or my water breaks. The earlier you go to the hospital the higher your chances of having a C-Section will be, so they say wait it out at home where you will be more comfortable, as long as possible and that's what I am doing.
You know what my beef is with a C-Section? aside from having my arms tied down of course? having to stay in the hospital for 4 days away from Cyler. As it is I am doing everything in my power to go home 24 hours after baby is born, and as long as he is doing okay, my OB has agreed to that. She did say if he has any problems they will ask me to stay for 48 hours, of course I would, but if god forbid we have to repeat what we did with Cyler I would be released from the hospital and he would stay in NICU. God, that took its toll on me with Cyler and back then we lived down the street from the hospital, now we live an hour away from it. I'm not even thinking of that. But at least I know now; yes, things happen, sometimes babies have to stay in NICU for awhile, at least now if it where to happen it wouldn't be a total shock, I never even thought or mentally prepared myself for that possibility the first time around. I think that's what hurt me most. It was so new, and it went so wrong. I barely got to hold him that first week. All the tubes and how quiet and how dim the NICU was.
Other than that, I am on fire hot. I swear I think my forehead is about to start pouring sweat and I feel like fire hot heat is just radiating out of the pores of my body, its gross, I also feel swollen and tight like a little fat sausage, which is the grossest feeling, my hands keep going numb, I am pass out in my soup tired, and I still need to do things, like clean the bathrooms and my room needs to be moved around. As it is right now its like a bed room with a swing thrown here and a co-sleeper thrown there, exercise machine here, books piled ceiling high because I still don't have the friggin bookcase, car seat here, plastic bins of blankets there.
God I should just do this shit myself, whats the worse that can happen? my water break? ooh, I am shaking in my boots...
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
37 weeks
I'm going to try to be a big girl here and not rant and rave about how hard this is, how bad I hurt, or talk about those stabbing pains that strike in my vagina.
No. I will not. I will be brave, I will be strong.
So, believe it or not, I finally packed my hospital bags! Which turned into a small hospital suitcase and a little diaper bag filled with Baby Jake's outfits. Outfits? Well that's the thing, I couldn't decide on just one coming home outfit so I picked three and some beanies and some socks. The weather totally does not help here, yesterday it was 90 degrees at 4:30pm. Yeah, believe me, Arizona got a huge rant from this pregnant beast about that. But you see how it's kind of hard to know what to bring as in coming home outfit. You've got to have options.
Baby Laundry is washed and for the most part put away.
Husband has still NOT gone to Ikea to pick up Dressers or Bookcases so I have to snatch my sons "bookshelf" which is actually a changing table from his room this weekend which I am sure will be the first thing he will resent his parents for when he sees all of his stuffed animals and books on the floor of his room. Way to go! You know and I am not denying the man bust his ass to provide for his family, I see that, I know that, but you have had 37 weeks, say it with me, 37 weeks to do this, to get this done. It's not that hard. These things can be ordered and paid for by phone so all you have to do is go and pick them up but still! And when it does happen, when are they going to built? Throw me a bone, please, it's not like I am about to bare you a son from the peach pit of my womb right? Seriously. Men. And I do realize I am a pregnant hormonal nesting everything must be ready beast right now, I see that, I do but I swear to the baby gods I should have done all these things myself at the beginning. Ladies, you want something done on your timeline? do it yourself before you turned into a beached whale.
*wow, this is becoming another rant, yes? just wait, I am not done, but hey, I haven't brought up my vagina yet so we've still got that going for us*
*breathes*
moving on...
So last time I went to see my OB she did a check and I was not dilated by very very soft and she could feel the buns head. *wait, I am talking about it aren't I?* anyways, tomorrow I go back for my week 37 check. We also have an inducement date (your going to love this) from the day I found out my due date (December 9th) all I said was any day but December 2nd, I refuse to give birth on my Birthday. Well, low and behold, it's the only day my Dr can do it if I even make it to week 39. So unless I want unfamiliar OB with Man hands up in my, business, December 2nd it is.
All I wanted folks, all I wanted... So, now I have gone from saying No baby on Birthday, to Epidural on Birthday or I am taking names and doing some serious ass kicking later if the nurses take their sweet ass time, again.
That's the other thing ladies, if you haven't had a baby before, just know your nurse can make or break your delivery. The person you are appointed to that day is your everything, pray to God you get a great nurse who is kind and considerate and does not have her head up her ass or is bitchy because her 12 hour shift is coming to an end. Seriously. Pray. start now. Bust out your prayer beads and bow your heads, as I am now. While your at it, if you find yourself kind and loving and like praying, please pray I am granted a great OB nurse whenever the water breaks and I find myself, well, you know.
What else? just doing the best I can waiting it out. I am so agitated and sick of being so damn cooped up. I feel like a caged circus animal pacing in a tiny cage that you can barely walk and turn in. My husband treats me like I am on house arrest. God forbid I go anywhere, I might fall and die or something. Little does he know I walked to the mailbox the other day with my camera and did some shooting along the way. He'd crap his pants if he knew. Brother. Treat me like a child and I will defy you, just ask my Mother.
anyhoo, my favorite capture from our walk:
The Winter Effect:
If you are ever in the mood for killing some time go check out my print shop at Etsy:
I've been trying to put some more effort into it but it's kind of hard at this stage. It'd be nice to get more prints up there before baby comes though to have that done and taken care of though so keep your peepers posted if you enjoy my works. :)
Well, I guess I have given you all more than an ear full for the day. Mama needs a nap and a hot shower, or a hot shower and a nap. I hope you all are doing wonderfully and getting ready for Thanksgiving. I'm excited about it. Hopefully I'll be able to do it up and serve a great meal that day. Yum. Food.
No. I will not. I will be brave, I will be strong.
So, believe it or not, I finally packed my hospital bags! Which turned into a small hospital suitcase and a little diaper bag filled with Baby Jake's outfits. Outfits? Well that's the thing, I couldn't decide on just one coming home outfit so I picked three and some beanies and some socks. The weather totally does not help here, yesterday it was 90 degrees at 4:30pm. Yeah, believe me, Arizona got a huge rant from this pregnant beast about that. But you see how it's kind of hard to know what to bring as in coming home outfit. You've got to have options.
Baby Laundry is washed and for the most part put away.
Husband has still NOT gone to Ikea to pick up Dressers or Bookcases so I have to snatch my sons "bookshelf" which is actually a changing table from his room this weekend which I am sure will be the first thing he will resent his parents for when he sees all of his stuffed animals and books on the floor of his room. Way to go! You know and I am not denying the man bust his ass to provide for his family, I see that, I know that, but you have had 37 weeks, say it with me, 37 weeks to do this, to get this done. It's not that hard. These things can be ordered and paid for by phone so all you have to do is go and pick them up but still! And when it does happen, when are they going to built? Throw me a bone, please, it's not like I am about to bare you a son from the peach pit of my womb right? Seriously. Men. And I do realize I am a pregnant hormonal nesting everything must be ready beast right now, I see that, I do but I swear to the baby gods I should have done all these things myself at the beginning. Ladies, you want something done on your timeline? do it yourself before you turned into a beached whale.
*wow, this is becoming another rant, yes? just wait, I am not done, but hey, I haven't brought up my vagina yet so we've still got that going for us*
*breathes*
moving on...
So last time I went to see my OB she did a check and I was not dilated by very very soft and she could feel the buns head. *wait, I am talking about it aren't I?* anyways, tomorrow I go back for my week 37 check. We also have an inducement date (your going to love this) from the day I found out my due date (December 9th) all I said was any day but December 2nd, I refuse to give birth on my Birthday. Well, low and behold, it's the only day my Dr can do it if I even make it to week 39. So unless I want unfamiliar OB with Man hands up in my, business, December 2nd it is.
All I wanted folks, all I wanted... So, now I have gone from saying No baby on Birthday, to Epidural on Birthday or I am taking names and doing some serious ass kicking later if the nurses take their sweet ass time, again.
That's the other thing ladies, if you haven't had a baby before, just know your nurse can make or break your delivery. The person you are appointed to that day is your everything, pray to God you get a great nurse who is kind and considerate and does not have her head up her ass or is bitchy because her 12 hour shift is coming to an end. Seriously. Pray. start now. Bust out your prayer beads and bow your heads, as I am now. While your at it, if you find yourself kind and loving and like praying, please pray I am granted a great OB nurse whenever the water breaks and I find myself, well, you know.
What else? just doing the best I can waiting it out. I am so agitated and sick of being so damn cooped up. I feel like a caged circus animal pacing in a tiny cage that you can barely walk and turn in. My husband treats me like I am on house arrest. God forbid I go anywhere, I might fall and die or something. Little does he know I walked to the mailbox the other day with my camera and did some shooting along the way. He'd crap his pants if he knew. Brother. Treat me like a child and I will defy you, just ask my Mother.
anyhoo, my favorite capture from our walk:
The Winter Effect:
If you are ever in the mood for killing some time go check out my print shop at Etsy:
I've been trying to put some more effort into it but it's kind of hard at this stage. It'd be nice to get more prints up there before baby comes though to have that done and taken care of though so keep your peepers posted if you enjoy my works. :)
Well, I guess I have given you all more than an ear full for the day. Mama needs a nap and a hot shower, or a hot shower and a nap. I hope you all are doing wonderfully and getting ready for Thanksgiving. I'm excited about it. Hopefully I'll be able to do it up and serve a great meal that day. Yum. Food.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Wasting money?
I did something I said I wasn't going to do again...
I bought more maternity clothes with only 5 weeks left as of Tuesday.
Nothing fit anymore.
I've gone from a size S/M in Maternity to a L/XL. Sad sad day.
that may not sound like a big deal to many, trust me, I've heard it, but what I find funny is the people that roll their eyes about it are 5'6" + and I am not even 5'1"
back to buying more clothes, it's getting cold out (at night anyways).
And nothing would cover my belly anymore.
Do you know what that's like? It's akward. It's weird. It's, bare...
I'm having trouble breathing because I am so frickin little and packing so much weight my bodies not used to.
I feel like I am not getting enough oxygen.
I wake up and I feel like I haven't been breathing.
And I am sick of hearing "its perfectly "normal" I want to tell people to go eff off with that shit. I could grow a head out of my ass and they would say, "oh, it's perfectly normal"
I have giant baby in my belly. Feet and legs in ribs, head on bladder. My ribs HURT...
Plus, I've been so so so tired lately.
Barely keep my eyes open tired.
I tried watching a movie last night with J and I passed out.
I could feel contractions, and they didn't feel good.
I could feel something painful going on in the cervix area and it did not feel good.
But I was so tired and in a very rare moment I had managed to find a comfortable position. I just sat there, asleep, feeling everything that was going on, but to exhausted to open my eyes.
now that I think about it, it seems like a waste of money that I had to go and buy more maternity clothes. bleh.
tomorrow I make my Split Pea soup. Yum. if it wasn't for crock pots my family wouldn't eat anymore. I made the best chili & cornbread the other day. Its a godsend being able to just throw things in, turn a switch and walk away coming back to an actually meal 8 hours later.
I bought more maternity clothes with only 5 weeks left as of Tuesday.
Nothing fit anymore.
I've gone from a size S/M in Maternity to a L/XL. Sad sad day.
that may not sound like a big deal to many, trust me, I've heard it, but what I find funny is the people that roll their eyes about it are 5'6" + and I am not even 5'1"
back to buying more clothes, it's getting cold out (at night anyways).
And nothing would cover my belly anymore.
Do you know what that's like? It's akward. It's weird. It's, bare...
I'm having trouble breathing because I am so frickin little and packing so much weight my bodies not used to.
I feel like I am not getting enough oxygen.
I wake up and I feel like I haven't been breathing.
And I am sick of hearing "its perfectly "normal" I want to tell people to go eff off with that shit. I could grow a head out of my ass and they would say, "oh, it's perfectly normal"
I have giant baby in my belly. Feet and legs in ribs, head on bladder. My ribs HURT...
Plus, I've been so so so tired lately.
Barely keep my eyes open tired.
I tried watching a movie last night with J and I passed out.
I could feel contractions, and they didn't feel good.
I could feel something painful going on in the cervix area and it did not feel good.
But I was so tired and in a very rare moment I had managed to find a comfortable position. I just sat there, asleep, feeling everything that was going on, but to exhausted to open my eyes.
now that I think about it, it seems like a waste of money that I had to go and buy more maternity clothes. bleh.
tomorrow I make my Split Pea soup. Yum. if it wasn't for crock pots my family wouldn't eat anymore. I made the best chili & cornbread the other day. Its a godsend being able to just throw things in, turn a switch and walk away coming back to an actually meal 8 hours later.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
out of commission
Cyler has been fighting something for a bit now.
I thought it was bad allergies, then a nasty cold, now bad allergies?
It got pretty nasty last night but he appears to be doing better as of now.
*shrugs*
As of the 7th I am 31 weeks pregnant and am anemic.
8 weeks left to delievery if we make it that long.
I think J's kinda freaking out silently because it is so close...
Welcome to the club bud. *evil snickers*
I thought my fibromyalgia kicking my ass but maybe its just the anemia?
Hopefully the suppliments will help. I'm walking around like "girlfriend in a coma."
Aside from Fridays OB appointment I'd officially be one of those people who never leave their house.
It's so frustrating not being able to get things done.
I can't even blog. I am seriously forcing myself to write this.
There's so much domestication I want to blog about.
Like why in the bloody hell does this have to be so expensive???
http://www.ergobabycarriers.com/babycarriers/item/BC11G
and recipes. I am working on fall recipes for all of you wonderful blog readers.
I hope you love Pumpkin 'cause tis the season and I just cannot get enough of it...
I hope I'll have more energy withen a few days of suppliments and loads and loads of rest. I have to brave grocery shopping later. Wish me luck.
There will be tons of tea drank before hand. I should be fine.
In other news: Thanks the Gods for crock pots who make making dinner possible.
:)
I thought it was bad allergies, then a nasty cold, now bad allergies?
It got pretty nasty last night but he appears to be doing better as of now.
*shrugs*
As of the 7th I am 31 weeks pregnant and am anemic.
8 weeks left to delievery if we make it that long.
I think J's kinda freaking out silently because it is so close...
Welcome to the club bud. *evil snickers*
I thought my fibromyalgia kicking my ass but maybe its just the anemia?
Hopefully the suppliments will help. I'm walking around like "girlfriend in a coma."
Aside from Fridays OB appointment I'd officially be one of those people who never leave their house.
It's so frustrating not being able to get things done.
I can't even blog. I am seriously forcing myself to write this.
There's so much domestication I want to blog about.
Like why in the bloody hell does this have to be so expensive???
http://www.ergobabycarriers.com/babycarriers/item/BC11G
and recipes. I am working on fall recipes for all of you wonderful blog readers.
I hope you love Pumpkin 'cause tis the season and I just cannot get enough of it...
I hope I'll have more energy withen a few days of suppliments and loads and loads of rest. I have to brave grocery shopping later. Wish me luck.
There will be tons of tea drank before hand. I should be fine.
In other news: Thanks the Gods for crock pots who make making dinner possible.
:)
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
dirty little secrets...
It's almost one am.
My lower ribs are killing me because they are spreading and spreading ribs, well, hurt. I've been feeling so shitty lately. Tired. Headaches. and bad nausea. Ooh yeah, it's been great fun.
It's all beginning to leave me a bit worried.
I daydream about this little guy being here. I just want to hold him close, smell him, touch his velvety soft head but I am beginning to worry about how well I am going to manage it all with Fibromyalgia.
My OB has warned it me it usually hits with a vengeance after you give birth.
My regular MD who managed my fibro warned its not a good idea to strictly breastfeed if you have bad fibro.
(I was going to pump for the first six weeks but then I decided I'll just go with it as long as I can. I breastfed Cyler without pumping or bottles for 20 months! Then it totally hit me, I need to go back on my meds ASAP after the baby is born which is why I was only going to pump for 6 weeks.
How could I forget that?)
Fibromyalgia has changed my life in ways most cannot imagine.
Somedays I feel like someone has left me in dryer that's ran all night long.
Other days it feels like someone has beat me head to toe with a stick.
And on the really "great" days it feels like someone took a baseball bat straight to my lower back, knees, and arms.
It's left massive black holes in my memory.
I have the hardest time focusing and studying.
I'm leaving a lot out but I'm pretty sure you get the idea if you're taking the time to read this.
Bottom line: It's hard. It sucks. and as a Mother, it can be heartbreaking. I have no idea how I am going to manage the newborn stage.
I guess only time will tell.
now, feeling totally overwhelmed and vulnerable, with my guard down, it happens.
My dirty little secret.
Kate Bush. Running up that hill.
Song gets stuck in my head for I kid you not about a month -straight.
I've been free for about two, maybe three weeks.
BAM!
It's back!
A month I will walk around singing this song being a total effin Kate Bush 80's nerd and in some moments re-enacting the video.
Why?
Because I can. Because I live in the middle of nowhere (Pop 8,000, 1 walmart, no starbucks small town) and apparently that's how I entertain myself.
Welcome to my secret world...
..............................
And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God, And I'd get him to swap our places, Be running up that road, Be running up that hill, Be running up that building. Say, If I only could, oh...
................
ooh I here I go, don't let me go, hold me down, its comin' for me.
Help me darlin' help me please, take my shoes off and throw them in the lake and I'll be two steps in the water...
My lower ribs are killing me because they are spreading and spreading ribs, well, hurt. I've been feeling so shitty lately. Tired. Headaches. and bad nausea. Ooh yeah, it's been great fun.
It's all beginning to leave me a bit worried.
I daydream about this little guy being here. I just want to hold him close, smell him, touch his velvety soft head but I am beginning to worry about how well I am going to manage it all with Fibromyalgia.
My OB has warned it me it usually hits with a vengeance after you give birth.
My regular MD who managed my fibro warned its not a good idea to strictly breastfeed if you have bad fibro.
(I was going to pump for the first six weeks but then I decided I'll just go with it as long as I can. I breastfed Cyler without pumping or bottles for 20 months! Then it totally hit me, I need to go back on my meds ASAP after the baby is born which is why I was only going to pump for 6 weeks.
How could I forget that?)
Fibromyalgia has changed my life in ways most cannot imagine.
Somedays I feel like someone has left me in dryer that's ran all night long.
Other days it feels like someone has beat me head to toe with a stick.
And on the really "great" days it feels like someone took a baseball bat straight to my lower back, knees, and arms.
It's left massive black holes in my memory.
I have the hardest time focusing and studying.
I'm leaving a lot out but I'm pretty sure you get the idea if you're taking the time to read this.
Bottom line: It's hard. It sucks. and as a Mother, it can be heartbreaking. I have no idea how I am going to manage the newborn stage.
I guess only time will tell.
now, feeling totally overwhelmed and vulnerable, with my guard down, it happens.
My dirty little secret.
Kate Bush. Running up that hill.
Song gets stuck in my head for I kid you not about a month -straight.
I've been free for about two, maybe three weeks.
BAM!
It's back!
A month I will walk around singing this song being a total effin Kate Bush 80's nerd and in some moments re-enacting the video.
Why?
Because I can. Because I live in the middle of nowhere (Pop 8,000, 1 walmart, no starbucks small town) and apparently that's how I entertain myself.
Welcome to my secret world...
..............................
And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God, And I'd get him to swap our places, Be running up that road, Be running up that hill, Be running up that building. Say, If I only could, oh...
................
ooh I here I go, don't let me go, hold me down, its comin' for me.
Help me darlin' help me please, take my shoes off and throw them in the lake and I'll be two steps in the water...
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Maiden Mother Rambles
Yesterday was insane.
I accomplished so much after I shook the nausea from my Iced Coffee.
Cyler and J' had a bicycling accident Thursday night and good God it has been hell.
My little man was messed up with nothing but roadrash but you cannot even begin to imagine the severity of "just" roadrash. I will blog about the entire incident more for memories sake. Who knows maybe he'll have a little boy who'll eat it big time and he can tell him all about when he was a little boy who ate it big time.
So basically everything has been playing catch up.
Sunday I finally brushed and trimmed my Zacharoo, He's such a handsome boy.
Then I vacummed the entire downstairs, dusting baseboards and everything.
Yesterday I basically cleaned the entire house which is just nuckin' futs considering -but it needed to be done. I even washed all the bedding.
Bottom line, Cassandra needs to drink more coffee regardless of how sick it makes her feel.
27 weeks pregnant today.
13 weeks left to go until due date but!
I'm being induced (for medicial reasons) a week early which brings us to a whole 12 weeks to get EVERYTHING in order for baby Jake. *breathes*
I'm far behind, as in, I would have liked to be more prepared by this point but what can you do you know.
So.
Here I sit.
I'm exhausted.
and I still need to put laundry away (the one thing I didn't do is always put the laundry away).
But honestly.
I just need a nap.
Some music (some Portishead to be exact).
Some ice H20.
and the fall to get here already.
This heat needs to go the hell away, literally.
Bring me fall and I will bring you miracles.
>>well, I'll try<<
I accomplished so much after I shook the nausea from my Iced Coffee.
Cyler and J' had a bicycling accident Thursday night and good God it has been hell.
My little man was messed up with nothing but roadrash but you cannot even begin to imagine the severity of "just" roadrash. I will blog about the entire incident more for memories sake. Who knows maybe he'll have a little boy who'll eat it big time and he can tell him all about when he was a little boy who ate it big time.
So basically everything has been playing catch up.
Sunday I finally brushed and trimmed my Zacharoo, He's such a handsome boy.
Then I vacummed the entire downstairs, dusting baseboards and everything.
Yesterday I basically cleaned the entire house which is just nuckin' futs considering -but it needed to be done. I even washed all the bedding.
Bottom line, Cassandra needs to drink more coffee regardless of how sick it makes her feel.
27 weeks pregnant today.
13 weeks left to go until due date but!
I'm being induced (for medicial reasons) a week early which brings us to a whole 12 weeks to get EVERYTHING in order for baby Jake. *breathes*
I'm far behind, as in, I would have liked to be more prepared by this point but what can you do you know.
So.
Here I sit.
I'm exhausted.
and I still need to put laundry away (the one thing I didn't do is always put the laundry away).
But honestly.
I just need a nap.
Some music (some Portishead to be exact).
Some ice H20.
and the fall to get here already.
This heat needs to go the hell away, literally.
Bring me fall and I will bring you miracles.
>>well, I'll try<<
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