Sunday, September 10, 2017
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
I'm changing Jellybean in to dry clothes after the pool when he says he needs to go potty. So we walk over and he's standing there trying to do his thing.
He looks at me and says "My peepee won't come out. My penis is broken."
Through the tears, I say "Oh yeah, what do we do?"
He looks at me seriously, nodding and answers "Daddy gotta fix it!"
At that point I lose it to hysterical laughter and almost drop Jujube.
Sunday, July 7, 2013
I told you about giving birth to this beautiful boy -
and then I fell off the bloggy world.
Well I had a rough go of it. I actually had my uterus rupture during my VBAC attempt. So my OB initially said - "No More Babies." I disagreed - more on that later.
If that wasn't enough - I was back in the hospital a week later. My gall bladder shut down on me and I had more surgery to get that out.
I stayed with my parents for two weeks recovering. It was brutal. Since then - life has just been busy. Play dates, splash pads, camping and such. I figured out I'm really good at this SAHM thing. I haven't missed work at all. So our plan is to have me go back just until we've paid off our debt and established some savings. Then I'll be mom - full time. To both my boys.
Next month I meet with the perinatologist to review my case. I think my odds are pretty good for future pregnancies. And we want more.
I love being a mom to two even if Jellybean drives me crazy with his toddler antics. He is a total parrot now and cracks us up with the things he'll say. Jujube amazes us. He's rolling over already! Nurses like a champ. Hates the car seat and the baby gym.
Jellybean adores Jujube and needs to know where he is as soon as he wakes up.
And me - I'm tired, sleep deprived, broke - and loving every second of it.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Monday, April 29, 2013
Friday marked 37 weeks pregnant for me. As in 2 weeks longer then I went with Jellybean.
Jellybean came home at 37 weeks weighing 3 lbs 13oz.
Jujube passed his NST within 5 minutes on Friday. He’s measuring in the 65th percentile. As in if I make it to my scheduled csection day I could conceivably have an 8.5lb baby.
I am SO ready to not be pregnant anymore.
I tried to encourage him out over the weekend. Walking around the flea market, Home Depot and Babies R Us. Cleaning the house. Cooking. Planting a garden. Playing soccer in the front yard with Jellybean.
Jujube yawned through it and nestled in tighter…with an evil laugh.
Last night, Jellybean pretended to fall asleep. As soon as I snuck out and got comfortable on the couch he snuck out.
“Hi Mommy, I wake up!” (BIG SMILE)
Then he sat down on the couch, grabbed my bag of chips I was snacking on and watched River Monsters with Daddy.
If you can’t beat ‘em – join em!
The night did not get much better from there. If I managed to get comfortable enough to fall asleep – I had to pee. The crazy cats were hogging the bed. The dog had a dream which involved running, while laying against the wall so I was woken up to the sound of his paws scraping the wall. Then I had to pee – again.
I’m ready to not be pregnant anymore. I’m actually looking forward to a few days in the hospital.
The house, for the most part is ready. Bags are packed and I’m sure after a last minute nesting binge I’ll have taken care of all the minor last minute things left to do. My freezer cannot hold another meal. Jellybean just wants me to be able to run run run with him already.
I’ve ordered the pieces that went missing from my breast pump. Ordered a few pieces of nursing wear. And now I’m waiting. Taking Primrose Oil. Drinking Red Raspberry Leaf Tea. Bouncing on the ball whenever Jellybean isn’t stealing it from me. Really hoping to go before 39+3. Because I’m emotional and bitchy. Tired. I can handle a newborn and a toddler. There’s naps involved there. This shit though? Its no fun at all.