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Tick Tock

Filed under: Body Issues,Pregnancy — Amy @ 8:11 pm

Sometimes I swear this kid is trying to come out via my belly button. She doesn’t seem to have any intention of actually coming out any time soon via the right direction. But she sure has become active during the day and has recently been experimenting with attempting the splits. OUCH.

The good news, I guess, is that the gymnastics seem to be during the day, as opposed to at night. But I’m getting a little battered and more than a little ready to be done.

Looking forward to the day when people can come up with something to say to me besides comments about how enormous my belly is. Like the greeter at church that just laughs when she sees me coming through the door.

YES I GET IT, PEOPLE. I LOOK LIKE A FREAK AN NOBODY CAN FIGURE OUT WHY I’M NOT FALLING FORWARD. I’M GLAD I CAN ENTERTAIN YOU.

Fortunately, my doctor has agreed to an induction on the 17th if baby hasn’t come by then. At least I know I won’t be going past that date. Still seems like a lifetime away from now though…

Catching a Breath

Filed under: Pregnancy,Such is Life,Weather,Work — Amy @ 9:14 pm

I know, I know, I’m getting dangerously close to Tequila Mockingbird status, seeing that it’s been almost a month since the last posting.

But they say no news is good news, which is really the case here. Fact is, our little company is starting to really take off and the new increased business is seriously cutting into my normal blog time…hence the fact that I’m blogging on a Friday night, instead of a weekday afternoon. And no, I don’t want to hear about what that says about my social life.

In short, life has been fast and furious, and frankly I have been enjoying it that way.

Going to the doctor for weekly checkups now, as we’re nearing the end. So far, baby has moved down “into position” and I’m 1 cm dialated. I don’t think that really means anything other than “yes, I am actually going to have this baby some day.” But for now, we’ll take it.

I have informed my doctor that I am simply not interested in getting any bigger, and made it very clear to this child that if she has any desire to come before the due date, we will welcome her with open arms. Can’t wait to see my toes again. Had to inform J the other day that I simply cannot do any more dishes on account of being unable to get close enough to the sink to reach adequately.

Aw shucks.

Methinks the bosses are getting slightly anxious that I will decide to be a SAHM and not come back to work. I’m currently making very little effort to put their minds at ease. Not that I’m planning to go away, but the fact is, I want a new computer at work and have no moral objection to making them sweat a little bit in hopes that buying the computer will keep me around. Will let you know if it works.
There are three of us at the office now, since we hired Lisa to take over for me while I’m gone. That part is working out very well, and Lisa is going to be a great asset to the company. But things are growing so fast, the three of us are already constantly busy and Lisa is having to work close to full time, despite her orignal intentions of being part-time. They may have to hire somebody else to lighten the load while I’m gone. Can’t complain about success though!

Looks like we could get some much-needed rain from Rita. Hopefully it will cool things down around here. Best of wishes to those in Houston & Galveston. I can’t imagine what it would have been like to be stuck in that traffic on the way up here.

Time for a little R&R with a good Sherlock Holmes movie. Happy weekend!

Conflicted

Filed under: Parenting,Such is Life,Work — Amy @ 4:46 pm

This morning I was reading a book my sister-in-law gave me, called First Time Mom. I had just gotten to Chapter 6, To Work or Not to Work? (outside the home).

This chapter would have been more appropriately named Why You Need to be a Stay at Home Mom.

Halfway through the chapter, J turns on the radio airing of our Sunday Morning Message, as we didn’t attend church this morning due to the lack of anywhere to prop up my swollen foot. The message was part of a parenting series and began with Dr. Graham referencing an article called “The Case for Staying at Home.”

OH COME ON.

Eww, Ow, and Holy Crap

Filed under: Health...or Lack Thereof,My Insides Hate Me,Pregnancy — Amy @ 12:46 pm

This past week has been a hard one, physically.

A week ago, I made the mistake of eating a grilled cheese sandwich with a glass of chocolate milk. Am I pregnant or what?

Anyway, the “mistake” part comes from the fact that I have certain food “sensitivities” which make my intestines react to the combination of certain foods, particularly those containing a lot of dairy products. At the time, it didn’t occur to me at all until I found myself in the bathroom vomiting like I haven’t done since I was five, and then enduring one of the most painful sessions of diarrhea I’ve ever known. Having endured many cases of grumpy intestines, that’s saying a lot. This is the first time it’s actually made me throw up.

The next day, I took a spill in the Chili’s parking lot while trying to run shoeless to a car in a torrential downpour. Again, my fault. But it sounded like a good idea at the time. It sounded like less of a good idea when I found myself on the ground in a river of water with a banged-up ankle. The jury is still out on how I managed to scrape up the top of my ankle (and only the top of my ankle) while falling on my butt.

Yesterday, I went to the doctor with abdominal pressure, cramping, and lower back pain. After checking me for signs of preterm labor, the doctor determined that I have a bladder infection and gave me a prescription for antibiotics.

While filling the prescription, I decided – since infection in general can be bad for babies – that it couldn’t hurt to pick up some Neosporin and band-aids for the ankle wound I had received in the parking lot several days before.

It hurt.

The wound, which I had been washing daily with antibacterial soap, had previously been only slightly swollen around the red area, but had scabbed over and been little more than an inconvenience on the road to recovery. The only real soreness came from the skin pulling on the new scab when I flexed my ankle.

Within four hours of taking my antibiotics and applying the Neosporin, my foot had swelled to the size of a water buffalo and was too painful to walk on. What had been a typical brown scab became yellow and pus-looking, and the redness had spread to a much larger area.

My bladder infection also picked this time to swing into a full-blown, too-painful-to-stand-up-straight, can’t-find-a-position-that-doesn’t-hurt problem.

Today, I am doing the John Merrick hobble around the house trying to find a position to sit or lay in that doesn’t instill misery. Being seven months pregnant, I only have about 3 positions to choose from, and have found each to be more uncomfortable than the other two.

Having never had a bladder infection before, I’m not sure what they’re normally like. But I can tell you that having one with a 3-lb baby sitting on top of it is comparable to having a very tempermental porcupine residing in my abdomen.

Here’s hoping the antibiotics kick in, like, yesterday. And it will be a very long time before I drink another glass of cranberry juice.

Ruffles Make it All Worthwhile

Filed under: Pregnancy,Such is Life — Amy @ 1:55 pm

Ah, the start of another month. A month closer to THE DAY in which our lives change forever. The ever-approaching day which still seems to be removed by at least half a lifetime.

Went to a baby shower the other day (not mine) in which I got a lesson in diapers. And was made futher aware that I know next to nothing about children. Or their bodily functions. Here’s hoping that our child inherrits my intestinal tract so we don’t go through quite as many diapers.

I was also informed that it’s quite practical, and many parents find preferable, to use cloth diapers instead of disposables, because of their recyclable nature and cost-saving abilities. This I do not understand.

SCREW THE ENVIRONMENT, I AM NOT PUTTING POOP IN MY WASHING MACHINE.

As far as the cost factor, yes, I realize that disposable diapers are far more expensive than cloth diapers. But the way I see it, it’s like owning a car instead of a bicycle. Exceedingly more expensive, yes. BUT YOU MAKE IT HAPPEN BECAUSE IT’S WORTH IT. I can eat Ramen.

On another note, I got my Old Navy order in today…and ran around showing off cute little green and yellow baby outfits. It was not actually my intention to go online and order baby clothes, seeing as how I have no baby yet, but I was ordering maternity clothes and got…distracted.

There is nothing cuter than a miniature pair of bluejeans with little ruffles at the bottom. And that’s a fact.

Hello My Name Is…

Filed under: Family,Occasions,Pregnancy,Travel — Amy @ 11:51 am

Jens’ uncle Tim had a wedding reception this past Saturday in Colorado. After months of debating about how practical it would be for us to attend, we eventually decided that we really should skip this family get-together because of the expense of traveling on a holiday weekend.

Friday morning, we suddenly realized that we had deliberately missed our last opportunity for a real vacation for the next 18 years (Disney World doesn’t really count). We panicked, and decided “hang it all, we’re going.” So we boarded the dog, piled in the car and prepared to drive 13 hours to Colorado to reunite with his side of the family.

And then we realized…we didn’t know where to go once we got there. Jens tried calling his parents but nobody was answering, so we were unsure if they had even brought the cell phone with them. Next option: Directory Assistance.

Fortunately, there was only one Tim Lastname listed in Denver.

“Hello, this is Tim.”
“Hi Tim. This is Jens.”
“HI JENS! HOW ARE YOU?”
“Doing well. Looks like we will be joining you tomorrow after all.”
“FANTASTIC! …WHY???”
“Um…for the wedding reception…”
(silence)
“Um…Tim, when I said ‘This is Jens’ – did that mean anything to you?”
“Not a thing!”
“Ok then. I think I have the wrong number.”
“NO PROBLEM! HOPE YOU FIND HIM!”

Other Tim, as he is now affectionately referred to, gets 10 points for enthusiasm. And faking.

Cleanest Baby in the World

Filed under: Body Issues,Pregnancy — Amy @ 12:23 pm

Why is it that when your belly protrudes more than normal, there’s this inate need to give it an extra good scrubbing in the shower?
…Or maybe it’s just me…

Oh, by the way…

Filed under: Milestones,Pregnancy — Amy @ 3:56 pm


IT’S A GIRL!

I don’t think I’ve mentioned that because when we found out I was in the throws of trying to run an office by myself, so there wasn’t a lot of time for blogging. But the sonogram has confirmed that we are doomed to be fending off the obnoxious onslaught of PINK that will undoubtedly be following us around for the next several years (I’ve already made an arrangement with my mom – I call before I come pick up the baby from her house, and before I get there, she will remove any pink adornments that may have found their way onto my child in the meantime).

But we are both looking forward to pigtails, softball, and all the other little things that come with having a girl.

I have to admit, I was a little surprised to be told that we are having a girl. I was pretty convinced that it was going to be a boy…based on the activity level of this little bundle. I swear, sometimes I think I’ve got a monkey in there instead. And these 11:30pm aerobics sessions have got to stop.

But overall, the pregnancy is going well and has been relatively easy. Can’t ask for much more than that.

Walking on Sunshine

Filed under: Friends,Houses,Makes Me Happy,Moving,Pregnancy,Work — Amy @ 3:21 pm
This week is on par to go down in history as one of the best weeks of my entire life.

Jamie came back from Europe to a busier office and some of the things that I had been wondering how in the world I would find the time to do. So they were shifted over to her department, which ended up working great for everybody. So nice to have her back!

I heard from several friends this week that I had been out of touch with for many moons, so to speak. I love renewed contacts.

I asked for AND GOT a raise at work. AND found out that they will be paying me for a full month of maternity leave (very uncommon!) so that eases a lot of tension over how we were going to survive that time financially.

I found the themed accessories I was looking for to decorate our nursery with. I knew I wanted a jungle theme, but everything I saw was either too cartoony or too dark/real/scary for a nursery. And finally the clouds parted and revealed the perfect set:

We closed on our fabulous house today! Our final walk-through last night was incredible. The woman we purchased the house from is more than slightly on the obsessive-compulsive neat-freak side, which makes this transition all the easier on us. The house sparkles like nobody’s ever lived there. I kid you not, she scrubbed the garage floor and cleaned out the garage door panels (and all the metal bars on the inside) with bleach.

She even left us several extras, like shower curtain liners, a stroller, and an elliptical exercise machine! Oh, and she’s leaving the electricity in her name until Monday so we will have power over the weekend, since the stupid electrical company simply could not set up our account until Monday despite repeated requests and messages from us.

And she called up the alarm company and informed them that they had to give us the same “special rate” she was getting or we wouldn’t continue the contract. So we’re getting the 3-year contract rate without the 3-year contract!

We couldn’t have asked for a better seller to work with. And when we showed up at closing today, out monthly payments ended up being less than we were expecting because we had gotten a lower interest rate than we were originally quoted. Too cool.

So, we’re getting a great house at a great price with a great loan and it comes with great accessories from a great seller who seems to be going out of her way to make the process better for us. I am so tempted to break out into a chorus of “I’ve Got Rhythm.” Who could ask for anything more???

Neverending Story

In retrospect, this has been a very busy week, as evidenced by this being the first blog I have written since Saturday. Here’s a brief overview:

Sunday: After much searching, finally found another house we are interested in. Our only concern is the size of the house – only 1800 square feet. The house we were trying to purchase before was 2100 square feet, and we really liked that size. This new house is a one-story with lots of upgrades and personality though, so we guess it’s a tradeoff.

Monday: Started all the last-minute projects for the upcoming work conference on Friday/Saturday. Why is it so impossible to plan for a major conference earlier than the week of, so that we’re not all RUNNING AROUND LIKE PSYCHO CHICKENS trying to throw stuff together? WHY?
Any free moments today and for the rest of the week are devoted to setting up my new OFFICE – YES, OFFICE! I somehow managed to convince Boss Man (the “NO” man) to give me an office instead of sitting out front in the middle of the chaos. Still not sure how I managed that…I broached the subject in hopes of introducing it merely to begin the long road of pursuasion. Had no idea that the resistance period would only be about 20 minutes before a “Yes” was delivered my way. This was a good day.

Tuesday: Another busy day at work. We really do prefer busy. Felt the baby kick for the first time. Very weird. Like a twitching stomach muscle…except lower. Checked out the one-story again (among others) and decided to make an offer the following day. Speaking of the “others,” here’s another tip to add to the “How not to sell a house” list: Don’t let your teenage daughter answer the front door in her underwear and tell us that despite the fact that we had called ahead to schedule a viewing, we can’t see the house because it’s still being painted.

Wednesday: Finished conference preparations and devoted the rest of the day to preparing, moving into, and shopping for my new office. Stopped at Target after work for some decorative additions. Met with real estate agent to draft up contract on new house, only to find that he had recieved a call from the agent of the previous house, letting him know that the seller was more seriously motivated to sell the house now and was entertaining offers in the range we were discussing when the deal fell through before. Previous house has now been renamed “Neverending Story” house because it just doesn’t go away. A brief synopsis of the 3-week period in which we already pursued this house:

  • Found the house, knew it was perfect, told everyone it was my dream house. Planned to make an offer the next day.
  • Discovered house was already under contract.
  • Found out contract fell through.
  • Made an offer (a very GOOD offer, that most sellers would have taken flat out) but was informed that other offers were coming in same day.
  • Seller picked our offer, but countered…with stupid things that were really more insulting than anything else.
  • We countered the counter to make sure we were still getting our money’s worth.
  • Seller accepted.
  • Found out from our mortgage broker that the house would not appraise for what we offered.
  • Tried to lower the price with seller so the deal could still go through.
  • Seller declined lowered price offer. Deal off.
  • Seller put house back on the market at higher asking price – significantly more than the maximum amount the house would appraise for according to two appraisers.
  • We started looking elsewhere.

But it’s the only house we’ve found so far that was an immediate “yes” for us because it has absolutely everything we’re looking for. And suddenly they’re willing to be reasonable again. Wrote offer for Neverending Story house instead of new house.
Good News – confirmed that Mom doesn’t have cyst or cancer, which was one of several possible causes of recent abdominal pain. Endometriosis is the current most likely diagnosis and may require surgery. This may
be poor timing, as parents are scheduled to go to colorado next week and Greece in June. She is seeing a specialist tomorrow for full diagnosis.


Thursday: Waiting to hear back from sellers. Will be a long day. Bosses and distributors are busy at conference, so no business coming through. Probably won’t hear from sellers until tomorrow, as has been the case in the past, despite the fact that response deadline is tonight.
More good news – Mom doesn’t have endometriosis either. Looks like medicatable diagnosis for 2 ailments that are treatable without surgery. Very thankful.

See – told you we’ve been busy this week!

And then…

Filed under: Friends,Parenting,Sports — Amy @ 11:52 pm

I’m watching my husband and brother take turns fighting mythical monsters in the sewers of Athens. And after seeing a woman fall off a rope seven times and fall with a bloody splat to the ground below, I’m wondering why a video game character who can defeat a Harry-Potter-esque serpent and run circles around minotaurs and medusas can’t break a 95-lb woman’s 25-ft fall. Athens’ only hope indeed.

But anyway.

I got a lesson in motherhood last night. J plays softball with the fellowship group team, so I went to game to – you know, be supportive and stuff. I ended up co-babysitting a 7-month old belonging to two parents in our group who were also on the softball team. I learned how to apply orajel to a teething infant’s gums (and what it feels like when that infant then grabs my finger and begins chewing on it). I also learned that it is a physical impossibility to watch a softball game while caring for a somewhat fussy baby. And that no amount of gum-numbing or walking or bouncing will satisfy an infant with a dirty diaper. A hint of what’s to come, I’m sure.

I also won my first group game last night at our small-group gettogether. It was one of those “how well do you know people” games in which you have to guess “if so-and-so were an animal, what would they be?” I should mention here that I probably know the least about other people in our group, because J and I are relatively new and some of these people have known each other for years. So it was all the more satisfying to win. Obviously, I have an uncanny ability to analyze people I barely know. Obviously.

Yeah, this is a pretty boring post. but it’s almost midnight and I’m tired, and frankly can’t remember what I sat down to write about in the first place. Call it pregnancy insanity. So have a little boring until I figure it out. Good night.

To Stand or Not to Stand

Filed under: Holidays,Pregnancy — Amy @ 9:37 am

Sunday was Mother’s Day. Because of this, a debate ensued in our household over the prior two weeks revolving around whether or not I would be standing up when the pastor asked all the mothers in the congregation to stand.

Jens’ position was that a baby that exists, whether in the womb or out, has to have a mother – and as such, I should stand up on account of the fact that I AM that biological mother.

My position was that Mother’s Day is to celebrate those women in our lives who gave birth, sacrificed, loved, raised, and cared for a child as only a mother can. Since I have done none of these things, I am no more worthy of Motherhood recognition now than I was a year ago.

The argument progressed, each side holding firmly to their beliefs and determined that the other was simply ignorant, stubborn, or trying to be difficult. Others had input into the situation, and supported one side or the other, but neither party was willing to budge.

The clock ticked away until we were at last in that service awaiting the call to “stand.”

And then it happened. Or rather, didn’t happen. For the first time since I can remember, I attended a Mother’s Day church service where there was no call for the mothers to stand. Thus rendering all heated debates entirely superfluous.

Mais c’est la vie, n’est pas?

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Hi. I'm Amy. I started this website in 2005 as a place to deposit my journal and photos. It has gone through a few incarnations and masquerades as a family site, but since I'm the only one who contributes to it, it's really all about ME, ME, ME.

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