Apr 29, 2011
Apr 25, 2011
weekend heat
What a weekend, am I right?
Let me start off with the heat, ohmigod the heat. I am so very grateful that this baby will be here in June (and not September, like my last go-round) because THE HEAT would surely be the death of me this summer if I had to endure it pregnant.
We weren't outside for more than an hour total yesterday, and I felt like my body was melting. Drained is not the word. Weak is not the word. Exhausted is not the word. I don't think they've yet created a word to explain just how tired I was yesterday. Justin kept reminding me, "you did all this with Sidney" - and I kept giving him the middle finger when he walked away.
I don't like the heat.
Other than that, really, the weekend was great - I love three day weekends, and I was especially grateful Justin got to have the entire weekend off, too! That hasn't happened in months, I don't think. He's been pulling lots of overtime (which is great for the bank account but bad on the whole spending-time-together thing) so I was really glad to have him home. He did manage to sneak in plenty of fishing - can't say I blame him, after all the work he's been doing. There's just no way I'm going with him, you know because of the heat and all.
And before you start saying "pfft, it's not even summer yet" and "you just wait" and "I was eleven months pregnant during the hottest summer on record ever, don't whine 'til you've lived through that" LET ME JUST SAY: shutup. I'm the one who's pregnant here. And I'm the one whose buttcrack is filled with sweat. I'll complain as much as I want, as loud as I want, no matter how hot you may or may not think it really is.
And if you don't like it, you can fully expect me to flip you off behind your back.
Let me start off with the heat, ohmigod the heat. I am so very grateful that this baby will be here in June (and not September, like my last go-round) because THE HEAT would surely be the death of me this summer if I had to endure it pregnant.
We weren't outside for more than an hour total yesterday, and I felt like my body was melting. Drained is not the word. Weak is not the word. Exhausted is not the word. I don't think they've yet created a word to explain just how tired I was yesterday. Justin kept reminding me, "you did all this with Sidney" - and I kept giving him the middle finger when he walked away.
I don't like the heat.
Other than that, really, the weekend was great - I love three day weekends, and I was especially grateful Justin got to have the entire weekend off, too! That hasn't happened in months, I don't think. He's been pulling lots of overtime (which is great for the bank account but bad on the whole spending-time-together thing) so I was really glad to have him home. He did manage to sneak in plenty of fishing - can't say I blame him, after all the work he's been doing. There's just no way I'm going with him, you know because of the heat and all.
And before you start saying "pfft, it's not even summer yet" and "you just wait" and "I was eleven months pregnant during the hottest summer on record ever, don't whine 'til you've lived through that" LET ME JUST SAY: shutup. I'm the one who's pregnant here. And I'm the one whose buttcrack is filled with sweat. I'll complain as much as I want, as loud as I want, no matter how hot you may or may not think it really is.
And if you don't like it, you can fully expect me to flip you off behind your back.
Apr 22, 2011
parenting confessions
I'm pretty sure this falls under the category of "bad parenting confessions", since most of these are things I'm not proud of. And it pretty much opens the door for judgment - but maybe since it's Easter weekend all you good samaritans will take it easy on me and "judge not lest ye be judged", y'know?
-Sidney eats at least two pieces of bologna a day. I have no idea what bologna is made of (beef products of some variety, maybe?) and I know it's definitely not healthy, but the kid loves it. And I never say "no". I just say "you've already had six pieces today, that's enough".
-Sidney likes to drink Diet Coke, and she does it just to piss me off. She knows not to even ask for it in my presence, but let her get another adult alone and she's chugging Diet Coke.
(I sound like an asshole and an idiot for giving her nasty processed meat but not weirdly sugared soda...)
-Sidney loves to watch Family Guy. Yes, Family Guy. That horrible, atheist, inappropriate, rude, lewd, totally crude show that is so not for kids. My kid loves it. Thank you, TBS.
-Some of Sidney's favorite movies lately include: Hellboy, Jaws and Silent Hill. And of course, the Twilight series (but I'm really proud about that!).
-Sidney has learned how to say "damn" in the most appropriate of situations (i.e. "the damn dogs jumped on me again"), so I've been trying to explain to her how these are words to use only at home because they're not nice. I don't expect her not to cuss a little growing up, Justin and I are both extreme potty-mouths. I'm just aiming to teach her not to use them at school and shit like that.
-There's a TV in Sidney's room. And in our bedroom. And sometimes we fall asleep while Sidney is still watching movies in our room. We did at least manage to get her in her toddler bed...in our room. It's been bittersweet breaking the whole co-sleeping thing.
-Sidney still doesn't poop in the toilet. She'll be four in September. It's starting to make me twitch a little.
Honestly, I look at this little list and think "eh, not too bad". She's my firstborn and I'm not even that uptight with her - hell, I may be a little too relaxed in my parenting ways. I would blame it all on being a mother so young, but I'm pretty sure this is exactly how I'd be regardless of my age. I'm the same person in every role of my life, the lines aren't black and white from one facet to another. Sidney's a great kid, beautiful and smart and funny and a total joy. She's respectful and honest and sweet, all the things a mother could hope for in their child. She rarely acts out, rarely has temper tantrums and is very mature for her age, in my opinion.
So I feel like I'm doing something right here. Despite the obvious flaws in my parenting style, I think I'm hitting the high notes and getting the job done and done well. I hope she feels the same way, too. And I guess only time will tell. Hopefully, she'll continue on being a good, wholesome kid.
Key word: hopefully.
-Sidney eats at least two pieces of bologna a day. I have no idea what bologna is made of (beef products of some variety, maybe?) and I know it's definitely not healthy, but the kid loves it. And I never say "no". I just say "you've already had six pieces today, that's enough".
-Sidney likes to drink Diet Coke, and she does it just to piss me off. She knows not to even ask for it in my presence, but let her get another adult alone and she's chugging Diet Coke.
(I sound like an asshole and an idiot for giving her nasty processed meat but not weirdly sugared soda...)
-Sidney loves to watch Family Guy. Yes, Family Guy. That horrible, atheist, inappropriate, rude, lewd, totally crude show that is so not for kids. My kid loves it. Thank you, TBS.
-Some of Sidney's favorite movies lately include: Hellboy, Jaws and Silent Hill. And of course, the Twilight series (but I'm really proud about that!).
-Sidney has learned how to say "damn" in the most appropriate of situations (i.e. "the damn dogs jumped on me again"), so I've been trying to explain to her how these are words to use only at home because they're not nice. I don't expect her not to cuss a little growing up, Justin and I are both extreme potty-mouths. I'm just aiming to teach her not to use them at school and shit like that.
-There's a TV in Sidney's room. And in our bedroom. And sometimes we fall asleep while Sidney is still watching movies in our room. We did at least manage to get her in her toddler bed...in our room. It's been bittersweet breaking the whole co-sleeping thing.
-Sidney still doesn't poop in the toilet. She'll be four in September. It's starting to make me twitch a little.
Honestly, I look at this little list and think "eh, not too bad". She's my firstborn and I'm not even that uptight with her - hell, I may be a little too relaxed in my parenting ways. I would blame it all on being a mother so young, but I'm pretty sure this is exactly how I'd be regardless of my age. I'm the same person in every role of my life, the lines aren't black and white from one facet to another. Sidney's a great kid, beautiful and smart and funny and a total joy. She's respectful and honest and sweet, all the things a mother could hope for in their child. She rarely acts out, rarely has temper tantrums and is very mature for her age, in my opinion.
So I feel like I'm doing something right here. Despite the obvious flaws in my parenting style, I think I'm hitting the high notes and getting the job done and done well. I hope she feels the same way, too. And I guess only time will tell. Hopefully, she'll continue on being a good, wholesome kid.
Key word: hopefully.
Apr 15, 2011
the wayside
I feel bad for poor little Nugget - she'll be here in less than 10 weeks and all she has to wear so far are some second-hand onesies! With Sidney I had a full closet stocked before I ever hit five months - between my friends, my mom and mother-in-law and myself, there were clothes falling out of every drawer and closet we could find!
And it's not just clothes I've been neglectful of either; we still have no crib put up, no changing table, no carseat, nothing. Sidney and Nugget will have to share a room, and while I've done lots of online browsing and research for "inspiration", I haven't moved the first piece of furniture. Sidney and I did manage to sort through some of her old toys and de-clutter a teeny bit, but there's still a ton of work to do. I'm hoping to play catch-up real soon and start pulling things together! I'm not even putting it on myself to have it all completely done by the time Nugget's here, I'd just like to get started at some point before delivery!
Things have definitely fallen by the wayside when it comes to getting ready for Nugget - we've all been so busy with other things, it just hasn't happened yet. I'm definitely already experiencing that "second child" serenity people talk about; I'm much less neurotic and worried and all-around crazy! So in a way, I think that makes up for my lack of preparation. Nugget will get a Momma that is calmer, more relaxed and ready to dive head first into loving her and taking care of her without those first-time fears.
But maybe I should still buy her some cute clothes to make up for the rest of it:
And it's not just clothes I've been neglectful of either; we still have no crib put up, no changing table, no carseat, nothing. Sidney and Nugget will have to share a room, and while I've done lots of online browsing and research for "inspiration", I haven't moved the first piece of furniture. Sidney and I did manage to sort through some of her old toys and de-clutter a teeny bit, but there's still a ton of work to do. I'm hoping to play catch-up real soon and start pulling things together! I'm not even putting it on myself to have it all completely done by the time Nugget's here, I'd just like to get started at some point before delivery!
Things have definitely fallen by the wayside when it comes to getting ready for Nugget - we've all been so busy with other things, it just hasn't happened yet. I'm definitely already experiencing that "second child" serenity people talk about; I'm much less neurotic and worried and all-around crazy! So in a way, I think that makes up for my lack of preparation. Nugget will get a Momma that is calmer, more relaxed and ready to dive head first into loving her and taking care of her without those first-time fears.
But maybe I should still buy her some cute clothes to make up for the rest of it:
Apr 14, 2011
how very snake-like of me...
WARNING: If pictures of dead skin or talking about dead skin totally grosses you out, I'd avoid this post if possible. 'Cause I'm totally going to be talking about my dead skin and showing you dead skin pictures. Ye be warned, friends.
So, yeah, I've got dead skin falling off my legs at the speed of light. When I move a little too fast it looks like my legs are snowing. It's all kinds of "dandruff" looking going on below my knees. My husband has to control himself constantly, it's that sexy.
Don't believe me? Well, for your viewing pleasure:
See? What'd I tell you? And this is after this morning's shower and generous scrubbing. I just keep peeling and peeling and peeling and peeling...it's never-ending. How many layers of dead skin have I been building up all winter long? I'll admit, I have no skin care regiment. I don't do lotions or sprays or anything that might prevent this, so it's all my fault. But DAMN! that's some dead skin, right?
I showed all my friends (hi, friends!) on Twitter this morning and the lovely Heather (@dreamheavy) suggested that I use packaging tape to rip the dead skin off. Sounded a little crazy, but totally logical in one of those "sounds crazy but is really logical" ways.
I couldn't find any packaging tape in the office, but I do have my handy Scotch tape on my desk.
Yes, I totally did that. It took a little while, and I'm pretty sure I owe my boss some reimbursement for using up most of the office supplies. It sort-of did the trick. I'm thinking packaging tape can't be substituted with Scotch tape in a case like this. I wonder if anyone in this building would loan me some?
Now all I have to do is figure out who to give my Scotch-tape dead-skin ball to.
Anyone want a free Scotch-tape dead-skin ball thing? I feel like an expert CSI looking at this - don't ask me why.
I'm definitely "winning" this morning, if I do say so myself. And just because I'm on a high, here's a little narcissim for you all.
Dead skin Thursdays for the win!
So, yeah, I've got dead skin falling off my legs at the speed of light. When I move a little too fast it looks like my legs are snowing. It's all kinds of "dandruff" looking going on below my knees. My husband has to control himself constantly, it's that sexy.
Don't believe me? Well, for your viewing pleasure:
I showed all my friends (hi, friends!) on Twitter this morning and the lovely Heather (@dreamheavy) suggested that I use packaging tape to rip the dead skin off. Sounded a little crazy, but totally logical in one of those "sounds crazy but is really logical" ways.
I couldn't find any packaging tape in the office, but I do have my handy Scotch tape on my desk.
Now all I have to do is figure out who to give my Scotch-tape dead-skin ball to.
I'm definitely "winning" this morning, if I do say so myself. And just because I'm on a high, here's a little narcissim for you all.
Apr 13, 2011
to be married
Married life.
Everything you'd ever need to know wrapped up in an animated kid's movie clip that's less than five minutes long. When Sidney asks me what married life is like someday, I'm going to make her watch this clip over and over again.
It really is that sweet. And amazing. And hard. And up. And down. It really, really is.
And it's all worth it.
Everything you'd ever need to know wrapped up in an animated kid's movie clip that's less than five minutes long. When Sidney asks me what married life is like someday, I'm going to make her watch this clip over and over again.
It really is that sweet. And amazing. And hard. And up. And down. It really, really is.
And it's all worth it.
Apr 12, 2011
all I have to do is dream
I've been having some crazy dreams, I guess it's the pregnancy hormones - although my dreams aren't really pregnancy related.
Take for instance my dream last night: it started out with me having an aerial view of alligators eating this couple in a lake, then turned into me running around the edge of the lake staring at this big ball of hammerhead sharks, stingrays and alligators in the crystal-clear water as I tried to warn people not to swim in there, then there was a rollercoaster and small children falling between the cracks of the loading dock getting on and off the coaster, then it was a town of zombies and people killing each other, then it was a "Catwoman" like thing where I learned how to put my soul in animals in case my body got killed by the zombie-hunters, then it was kind of raunchy (you don't need those details) and then it was all over.
Yeah, I wake up many times in the morning and say WTF? My brain is crazy - which I guess means I'm just as crazy as my brain, right? I've always been a vivid dreamer and I rarely forget a dream (seriously, I can remember the first dream I remember having, if that makes sense) so these images will stay with me for a long time. There's no getting rid of them, no matter how I try. I'm just hoping once Nugget is here these dreams will slack off a little; my sleep cycles are definitely way out of whack having to wake up and deal with these insanities!
PS I know I'm slacking at this whole blogging on the daily thing, and it's aggravating me to say the least. I open up my dashboard every single day; I'm a faithful blog reader. Just not a faithful blog blogger. It's a condition - I'm working on it. Thanks for being faithful, friend.
Take for instance my dream last night: it started out with me having an aerial view of alligators eating this couple in a lake, then turned into me running around the edge of the lake staring at this big ball of hammerhead sharks, stingrays and alligators in the crystal-clear water as I tried to warn people not to swim in there, then there was a rollercoaster and small children falling between the cracks of the loading dock getting on and off the coaster, then it was a town of zombies and people killing each other, then it was a "Catwoman" like thing where I learned how to put my soul in animals in case my body got killed by the zombie-hunters, then it was kind of raunchy (you don't need those details) and then it was all over.
Yeah, I wake up many times in the morning and say WTF? My brain is crazy - which I guess means I'm just as crazy as my brain, right? I've always been a vivid dreamer and I rarely forget a dream (seriously, I can remember the first dream I remember having, if that makes sense) so these images will stay with me for a long time. There's no getting rid of them, no matter how I try. I'm just hoping once Nugget is here these dreams will slack off a little; my sleep cycles are definitely way out of whack having to wake up and deal with these insanities!
PS I know I'm slacking at this whole blogging on the daily thing, and it's aggravating me to say the least. I open up my dashboard every single day; I'm a faithful blog reader. Just not a faithful blog blogger. It's a condition - I'm working on it. Thanks for being faithful, friend.
Apr 6, 2011
mini-beach vacation
I forgot to mention it earlier last week, but we headed off Friday for a little vacation down in Myrtle Beach, SC over the weekend. It was amazing, to say the least! I did manage to fry myself (my legs in particular) and it was sort of hard to move on Monday (or Tuesday or today...) but it's getting better slowly but surely. Other than that little hitch, everything was pretty awesome. Perfect weather. Not too crowded. A great hotel - what more could anyone ask for?
This may be the only vacation I get to take this year - so I'm probably going to end up staring at these photos longingly for the rest of the year...the rest of the very long beachless year.
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