Can't blog...sick...flu, cold, malaria? Don't know...Hack, cough, snif,spit.
Get the picture.
Going to the doctor in the morning. Yeah. Really YEAH!
January 30, 2008
January 29, 2008
A whole new respect on ...things.
One of my newest new found respect is ~ the crock pot. Honestly, I have in the past used it, especially when the girls were born, but honestly I have never been a real successful crock pot chef. However, after "evening" sickness, the flu, now a cold...just hot water in the crock pot rocks!
Another new found respect ~ vicks infused tissues. That is all I need to say.
The best investment I have ever made and didn't know it since my new found respect for it ~ our fridge with a ice maker (crusher too!) I lived off ice with the girls...now at the touch of a button, I , we are in heaven. Ahhh.
Something that is leaving me scratching my head ~ what is really the difference between having the flu or a cold when pregnant and your 18 month old daughter has the same thing? My take is none! Anneleise is no better off then me, I can't take anything, and everything she could have took is off the market...so, we are two snotty, cranky, teething (Anneleise not me) weight gaining babies.
Well, I have promised myself for the next few weeks that when Anneleise sleeps so will I , or at least rest. My goal is to not ignore everything in my life but find a balance that will allow me to care for her to theses babies get here and nobody have complications. You'd think that was easy, but I live in the dustiest house on the east coast...it is a daily battle.
Another new found respect ~ vicks infused tissues. That is all I need to say.
The best investment I have ever made and didn't know it since my new found respect for it ~ our fridge with a ice maker (crusher too!) I lived off ice with the girls...now at the touch of a button, I , we are in heaven. Ahhh.
Something that is leaving me scratching my head ~ what is really the difference between having the flu or a cold when pregnant and your 18 month old daughter has the same thing? My take is none! Anneleise is no better off then me, I can't take anything, and everything she could have took is off the market...so, we are two snotty, cranky, teething (Anneleise not me) weight gaining babies.
Well, I have promised myself for the next few weeks that when Anneleise sleeps so will I , or at least rest. My goal is to not ignore everything in my life but find a balance that will allow me to care for her to theses babies get here and nobody have complications. You'd think that was easy, but I live in the dustiest house on the east coast...it is a daily battle.
January 27, 2008
A visit from the binky fairy...
Who?, what?, you ask.
Yeah the Binky fairy.
Anneleise has been going to bed for a good while now with out any bottles, she does however have a relationship with her Binky that at best in the next three months will hopefully dissolve, however I am open to the next year...ugghh.
Back to t he fairy.
Anneleise has had a bit of a stuffy nose and cough with drainage lately. Hasn't caused too much trouble except she does wake up through the night, as usual she just drifts back to sleep after she turns on the music box for round let say 99.... insert another ugghh.
Very rarely she gets her diaper in a bunch and doesn't get over it. Our rule in the house to everyone, is once in the bedroom stay in the bedroom till morning, or once in bed stay in bed till morning. Over all this works, she will work it out, looks at her books, plays with some toys listens to music...but on the rare occasion that it doesn't...if you must enter...you must help her work it out in the bedroom. Twice it took some help getting gas out and a few Binky finds. The last I thought to be a Binky find was in fact her idea that it was morning and we spent till @ 3am playing in the said room...uuuuggghhh!
So back to the fairy. Sorry this is the only adult conversation I get sometimes for weeks on end.
Last night I guess since she is sleeping with the mouth open she lost the Bink, she searched but as we watched on the monitor she just melted our hearts. It was sad, she was all stuffed up and she was moaning and rubbing her blanket to her head she would stumble and stand to fall down defeated. We were about ready to toss the coin to see who was going in and I mentioned that maybe the Binky fairy could come...uuhhhmmm?
Tom started laughing, he said that he thought the same thing too. So off the daddy of the year goes.
He took a Binky and cracked the door and threw the Binky into the crib and quickly closed the door and ran to the bedroom. As the Binky fairy supervisor, I observed the successful event and set in hysterics as Tom entered the room. I was watching on the monitor and as soon as the bink hit the bed (actually on the monitor it was quite loud) she sat straight up. Saw it. Crawled to get it, placed it, laid down and we never heard another peep until 8:00 am this morning.
I wish I could have taped it. The look on her face was like, ha,there you were?
I know to so many this is just a bunch of jabber about nothing, to me it was joyous end to a high emotion day. These are the moments that remind of the true pleasures in life. Rarely does Tom and I get the chance to both be part of a fun event like this, it is either him telling me or me telling him. It also reassured me that we can pull the Easter Bunny off and all those other neat funny tricksters we have memories of...
That is except for Santa...he is real.
Yeah the Binky fairy.
Anneleise has been going to bed for a good while now with out any bottles, she does however have a relationship with her Binky that at best in the next three months will hopefully dissolve, however I am open to the next year...ugghh.
Back to t he fairy.
Anneleise has had a bit of a stuffy nose and cough with drainage lately. Hasn't caused too much trouble except she does wake up through the night, as usual she just drifts back to sleep after she turns on the music box for round let say 99.... insert another ugghh.
Very rarely she gets her diaper in a bunch and doesn't get over it. Our rule in the house to everyone, is once in the bedroom stay in the bedroom till morning, or once in bed stay in bed till morning. Over all this works, she will work it out, looks at her books, plays with some toys listens to music...but on the rare occasion that it doesn't...if you must enter...you must help her work it out in the bedroom. Twice it took some help getting gas out and a few Binky finds. The last I thought to be a Binky find was in fact her idea that it was morning and we spent till @ 3am playing in the said room...uuuuggghhh!
So back to the fairy. Sorry this is the only adult conversation I get sometimes for weeks on end.
Last night I guess since she is sleeping with the mouth open she lost the Bink, she searched but as we watched on the monitor she just melted our hearts. It was sad, she was all stuffed up and she was moaning and rubbing her blanket to her head she would stumble and stand to fall down defeated. We were about ready to toss the coin to see who was going in and I mentioned that maybe the Binky fairy could come...uuhhhmmm?
Tom started laughing, he said that he thought the same thing too. So off the daddy of the year goes.
He took a Binky and cracked the door and threw the Binky into the crib and quickly closed the door and ran to the bedroom. As the Binky fairy supervisor, I observed the successful event and set in hysterics as Tom entered the room. I was watching on the monitor and as soon as the bink hit the bed (actually on the monitor it was quite loud) she sat straight up. Saw it. Crawled to get it, placed it, laid down and we never heard another peep until 8:00 am this morning.
I wish I could have taped it. The look on her face was like, ha,there you were?
I know to so many this is just a bunch of jabber about nothing, to me it was joyous end to a high emotion day. These are the moments that remind of the true pleasures in life. Rarely does Tom and I get the chance to both be part of a fun event like this, it is either him telling me or me telling him. It also reassured me that we can pull the Easter Bunny off and all those other neat funny tricksters we have memories of...
That is except for Santa...he is real.
January 20, 2008
This is how you sew a quilt!
Yeah can you believe it! this is the quilt that my niece did today. We started it last night she has never really used a large "real" sewing machine before, and she did sewed three squares together.
Tonight as soon as Anneleise went to bed she was at it, I really only helped with fabric alignment, she stitched everyone and even pulled out a few seams due to mistakes. I'm so proud of her. I get a lot of pleasure teaching her things because I know she is really interested. We have a bunch of fun her and I we do real late night TV, we cook and we craft. Our next project is the spare room and that includes a crap load of scrap booking stuff that I have bought over the year and half and put off. She and her grandmother and mom are scrappers too, so I guess I will be recruiting soon.
I'm trying to get a picture of her up with the quilt so that will take a bit so I best get!.
January 19, 2008
Abandonment?
No, my husband hasn't left me ...that is yet!
This pregnancy sure has presented its challenges already and Tom's and my personalities...well lets just say he is the ying to my yang, but some days I decide to be the ying without letting him know.
I have not abandoned this blog, however, I have very little time the last few days, our niece is with us this weekend, and then there is our dear precious little rat. aka Anneleise, she is ball of fire.
She has decided to get her talking going, jibersih sorta but its coming, of course it would now that we have a speech therapist going into her program...she is like that. Just when we run out of ideas to provoke her, and we get a specialist in or get her in to a specialist Bahm. She starts it on her own. All it takes is a co-payment and she flourishes.
She's like that...pushes everyone to the brink of madness and then she gives in and does what we asked of her.
She has the beginning of her big girl teeth on the left back, it is huge! She has the whole Sophia Lauren thing going in the teeth department. We have a braces fund started, I'm wondering how early they can start corrective dental work? It is fitting to her personality, really I don't mind but she has taught her self a trick, and she knows that it sets me free. She takes her drinks and squirts it through her teeth. I have this on video, I should post it, it is funny, but I really want it for black mail in her mid teen years. I have a blackmail vault too. I never thought I would be one of those mothers who will tell her traumatic stories of her childhood for leverage and guilt, but then I didn't think my sweet precious little baby girl would Shhhh! me, spit tea on my TV, tell me and Tom to Get! and turn exorcist when we take her fora haircut or pictures...so along with the scrap book that she will grow up to cherish I will continue my scrapbook of child rearing reality and strategy present it to her at just the right time....Huummmm. I must go, I think she is preparing for another page in her "special" scrapbook.
I hope to get back, get some pics up of our day in the snow. I love the snow. Anneleise does too!
This pregnancy sure has presented its challenges already and Tom's and my personalities...well lets just say he is the ying to my yang, but some days I decide to be the ying without letting him know.
I have not abandoned this blog, however, I have very little time the last few days, our niece is with us this weekend, and then there is our dear precious little rat. aka Anneleise, she is ball of fire.
She has decided to get her talking going, jibersih sorta but its coming, of course it would now that we have a speech therapist going into her program...she is like that. Just when we run out of ideas to provoke her, and we get a specialist in or get her in to a specialist Bahm. She starts it on her own. All it takes is a co-payment and she flourishes.
She's like that...pushes everyone to the brink of madness and then she gives in and does what we asked of her.
She has the beginning of her big girl teeth on the left back, it is huge! She has the whole Sophia Lauren thing going in the teeth department. We have a braces fund started, I'm wondering how early they can start corrective dental work? It is fitting to her personality, really I don't mind but she has taught her self a trick, and she knows that it sets me free. She takes her drinks and squirts it through her teeth. I have this on video, I should post it, it is funny, but I really want it for black mail in her mid teen years. I have a blackmail vault too. I never thought I would be one of those mothers who will tell her traumatic stories of her childhood for leverage and guilt, but then I didn't think my sweet precious little baby girl would Shhhh! me, spit tea on my TV, tell me and Tom to Get! and turn exorcist when we take her fora haircut or pictures...so along with the scrap book that she will grow up to cherish I will continue my scrapbook of child rearing reality and strategy present it to her at just the right time....Huummmm. I must go, I think she is preparing for another page in her "special" scrapbook.
I hope to get back, get some pics up of our day in the snow. I love the snow. Anneleise does too!
January 14, 2008
Ignorance is bliss...
or at least appreciated now.
Oh, how I wish I was ignorant to problems during pregnancy. If working in the health care field for 15 years wasn't enough to scare the living crap out of you then having fertility issues and buried your 14 day old daughter will.
I have really tried to separate the pregnancy talk from the every day bull-al-beluga of my life, but silly me. Separating these two things is much like separating the Church N' State.
I don't know how the next few weeks are going to play out here in my world, but I am going to try to make this a not all about babies blog, I have a blog for that. www.aprillerblessing.blogspot.com
I am however not ignorant and full of fear, and overcome by what if and what next. I'm sure that this leg of my journey will bring me closer God. I already have gone back to church and am trying to focus on his desire and love for me than the fear and weakness that I know.
This has not been a great post, looking back they are a bit, wimpy, in subject matter. Sorry.
I'm going to dig deep tonight and find a topic to soap box on later. Yeah for you guys!
Oh, how I wish I was ignorant to problems during pregnancy. If working in the health care field for 15 years wasn't enough to scare the living crap out of you then having fertility issues and buried your 14 day old daughter will.
I have really tried to separate the pregnancy talk from the every day bull-al-beluga of my life, but silly me. Separating these two things is much like separating the Church N' State.
I don't know how the next few weeks are going to play out here in my world, but I am going to try to make this a not all about babies blog, I have a blog for that. www.aprillerblessing.blogspot.com
I am however not ignorant and full of fear, and overcome by what if and what next. I'm sure that this leg of my journey will bring me closer God. I already have gone back to church and am trying to focus on his desire and love for me than the fear and weakness that I know.
This has not been a great post, looking back they are a bit, wimpy, in subject matter. Sorry.
I'm going to dig deep tonight and find a topic to soap box on later. Yeah for you guys!
January 5, 2008
Where have I been?
Oh you just wouldn't really want to know!
Any how, we are pregnant. This has been something that we have been praying and wanting for a very long time now.
I have a blog listed above that is for the pregnancy, the IVF blog has a few kinks in it and I just haven't gotten to get them out, but it's on the list of things to do.
I really miss blogging, I have lots to ponder, theories to hash out, but ....
But, I'm in a funk, why? I'm very worried and very scared about this pregnancy. Nothing else really seems to matter right now.
I'm going to church in the morning. Big deal, well, yeah for me. I have a faith, and a believe but the "church" thing has never been in my makeup, a bit afraid that it isn't now, but again I will try. I will never make it through this pregnancy with out faith.
I was raised Catholic, pretty straight forward. Went to a catholic school. Learnt nothing of Jesus, know a lot about Mary, couldn't fight my way out of a wet bible if my life depended on it. Oh,yeah, my life does depend on it...this is the problem. I feel like I have been lead to the center of the ocean and left on a raft, there are 5 islands surrounding me, each of it's own nation. I have to get to one to survive...I was lead by my parents to the one island. maybe out of rebellion, or truly they were just uncaring and faith leading people, but I left on the first raft available to be drug back to the center of the ocean. Which one now, what happens if I pick the wrong one again, will I have the energy to find another island? What if I just stay and it is the wrong island and when the last day arrives God comes and say anyone on this island picked the wrong one?
Stupid you say? Well, it wouldn't be the first time I was a day late and a dollar short!
I want to go to church, I want to be a member of a congregation and participate actively, but I question where I belong. After really putting true thoughts in this this week, I wonder if about the Catholic faith I abandoned...I actually didn't abandon it, it abandoned me. A whole nother post.
For now this is it,for later, maybe something better as far as a post.
Any how, we are pregnant. This has been something that we have been praying and wanting for a very long time now.
I have a blog listed above that is for the pregnancy, the IVF blog has a few kinks in it and I just haven't gotten to get them out, but it's on the list of things to do.
I really miss blogging, I have lots to ponder, theories to hash out, but ....
But, I'm in a funk, why? I'm very worried and very scared about this pregnancy. Nothing else really seems to matter right now.
I'm going to church in the morning. Big deal, well, yeah for me. I have a faith, and a believe but the "church" thing has never been in my makeup, a bit afraid that it isn't now, but again I will try. I will never make it through this pregnancy with out faith.
I was raised Catholic, pretty straight forward. Went to a catholic school. Learnt nothing of Jesus, know a lot about Mary, couldn't fight my way out of a wet bible if my life depended on it. Oh,yeah, my life does depend on it...this is the problem. I feel like I have been lead to the center of the ocean and left on a raft, there are 5 islands surrounding me, each of it's own nation. I have to get to one to survive...I was lead by my parents to the one island. maybe out of rebellion, or truly they were just uncaring and faith leading people, but I left on the first raft available to be drug back to the center of the ocean. Which one now, what happens if I pick the wrong one again, will I have the energy to find another island? What if I just stay and it is the wrong island and when the last day arrives God comes and say anyone on this island picked the wrong one?
Stupid you say? Well, it wouldn't be the first time I was a day late and a dollar short!
I want to go to church, I want to be a member of a congregation and participate actively, but I question where I belong. After really putting true thoughts in this this week, I wonder if about the Catholic faith I abandoned...I actually didn't abandon it, it abandoned me. A whole nother post.
For now this is it,for later, maybe something better as far as a post.
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