Today is my friend Rachel’s due date. They are expecting their own Little Man anytime now. Don’t worry, I gave her the laundry list of things she needed to know pre-baby. When I talked to her hubby this morning, he indicated that she is still having no signs of labor and she is terribly uncomfortable and anxious for her little guy to arrive. Poor girl…I remember those feelings all too well.
Lucky for her, she is one of those people who will probably leave the hospital in her pre-pregnancy jeans.
I, on the other hand, still can’t fit into my pre-pregnancy jeans. I am actually about 4 sizes and 35 lbs bigger than I was when I got pregnant.
On that note, this weekend, Techy, out of the goodness of his heart, bought wii fit for us. He was so excited! As soon as we got home, he had to hook it up and try it out. He registered himself and just as expected, it told him that he was slightly overweight and he should lose about 10 lbs.
He couldn’t be satisfied if I didn’t try it out too.
As I stepped on the balance board and registered myself, the oh-so-friendly, ever-helpful, sweet little-device practically screamed at me. I am pretty sure lights and sirens were going off in my house… If it had spoken audibly, it would have said something along the lines of “Get off of me, Lard Butt, and go run a few miles before even thinking about stepping on me again!”
According to my Wii Fit, I am (get ready for this) OBESE….
Oh the sheer awfulness of it all.
To make it worse, my mii morphed in front of my eyes. It went from being this way cute little mii, to this short, round stub of a mii. Now I feel like I need to lose weight in order to use my Wii Fit to lose weight.
To beat it all, I feel the need to explain to my Wii Fit that I just had a baby and I am working on losing the weight, but my baby just started to sleep through the night….
Too bad it doesn’t care.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Puppy Love
If you know us, you probably know about our dog, Gizmo. (Named in honor of my husband’s technology obsession. I always said if I could ever have another pet, I would name it Gadget to fit the theme. Had I been thinking, I would have named Little Man something like Gigabyte so he wouldn’t feel left out.)
When we first adopted the pooch, he was my dog. I asked for him for my birthday 2 years ago. I scoured the internet, watched the SPCA and Humane Society until I found him. Techy wasn’t in for it, but he knew how badly I wanted a pet. I spotted Giz at the SPCA in “Slower Lower”. It was love at first sight. After a week of waiting for a “Yes” from Techy, we finally hiked down there to pick up the pooch. Unfortunately, he was nowhere in sight. I was heartbroken. The next day he showed up at my SPCA and I had my deposit in by noon. When I brought him home, Techy had very little to do with him. Remember, this was “my dog”.
Oh how the tables have turned. “My Dog” now will have very little to do with me, but as soon as Techy comes through the door Giz is running through the house throwing toys in the air and hugging Techy. Yes, Giz gives hugs—it’s slightly ridiculous. He also sleeps with all visitors and scares easily. But he is an incredible dog. And he and Techy are best buds. They communicate on a different level than most pets & owners. Pretty sure they speak the same language.
Anyway, every night Giz climbs up into bed with us and he and Techy begin their nightly ritual of digging through the covers for Gizmo’s toys, bones, and treasures. The growl, they bark, they wrestle, and they irritate me to death. I fuss at Techy about it all the time. I think that we should train the dog that the bed is a calm place, not a place to growl and wrestle, but Noooooooooooooooooooo.
Last night, Techy got his. Around 1:45 this morning, Techy said he woke up to the dog bending over him, playfully growling in his face, with his tale wagging. Gizmo was bored and wanted to go outside and play. After trying to make the dog go back to bed for several minutes, Techy eventually got up and let him out. Somehow, I slept through the drama.
That’ll show you to steal my dog and spoil him! Play time in the middle of the night…
All that to say, now that the baby is sleeping through the night - the dog is the one keeping us up at night.
And even though we are thankful for it, the American dream that we have been living for so many weeks (i.e., white picket fence, baby, dog, etc.) is making us long for sweet dreams that happen at night while we are actually SLEEPING.
When we first adopted the pooch, he was my dog. I asked for him for my birthday 2 years ago. I scoured the internet, watched the SPCA and Humane Society until I found him. Techy wasn’t in for it, but he knew how badly I wanted a pet. I spotted Giz at the SPCA in “Slower Lower”. It was love at first sight. After a week of waiting for a “Yes” from Techy, we finally hiked down there to pick up the pooch. Unfortunately, he was nowhere in sight. I was heartbroken. The next day he showed up at my SPCA and I had my deposit in by noon. When I brought him home, Techy had very little to do with him. Remember, this was “my dog”.
Oh how the tables have turned. “My Dog” now will have very little to do with me, but as soon as Techy comes through the door Giz is running through the house throwing toys in the air and hugging Techy. Yes, Giz gives hugs—it’s slightly ridiculous. He also sleeps with all visitors and scares easily. But he is an incredible dog. And he and Techy are best buds. They communicate on a different level than most pets & owners. Pretty sure they speak the same language.
Anyway, every night Giz climbs up into bed with us and he and Techy begin their nightly ritual of digging through the covers for Gizmo’s toys, bones, and treasures. The growl, they bark, they wrestle, and they irritate me to death. I fuss at Techy about it all the time. I think that we should train the dog that the bed is a calm place, not a place to growl and wrestle, but Noooooooooooooooooooo.
Last night, Techy got his. Around 1:45 this morning, Techy said he woke up to the dog bending over him, playfully growling in his face, with his tale wagging. Gizmo was bored and wanted to go outside and play. After trying to make the dog go back to bed for several minutes, Techy eventually got up and let him out. Somehow, I slept through the drama.
That’ll show you to steal my dog and spoil him! Play time in the middle of the night…
All that to say, now that the baby is sleeping through the night - the dog is the one keeping us up at night.
And even though we are thankful for it, the American dream that we have been living for so many weeks (i.e., white picket fence, baby, dog, etc.) is making us long for sweet dreams that happen at night while we are actually SLEEPING.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Hellooooooooooooo out there!
I think one of the most difficult parts of being a new mom is the isolation.
Especially when your life was as crazy as mine was. I ran constantly right up until the little guy was born.
After having Little Man, I was flooded with attention for several weeks non-stop. But after the dust settles, everyone has seen the baby, life is back to normal, but I don’t have the ability to run like I used to. Therefore, I don’t see my friends like I used to.
To clarify, I am not complaining. I should preface everything with the statement that my little man is totally worth all the isolation, all the work, all the extra skin, all the stretch marks, and all the love.
But I miss my friends. I miss feeling like people care. I know they do. I just miss feeling it.
That’s one of the hardest things about being a new mom.
Especially when your life was as crazy as mine was. I ran constantly right up until the little guy was born.
After having Little Man, I was flooded with attention for several weeks non-stop. But after the dust settles, everyone has seen the baby, life is back to normal, but I don’t have the ability to run like I used to. Therefore, I don’t see my friends like I used to.
To clarify, I am not complaining. I should preface everything with the statement that my little man is totally worth all the isolation, all the work, all the extra skin, all the stretch marks, and all the love.
But I miss my friends. I miss feeling like people care. I know they do. I just miss feeling it.
That’s one of the hardest things about being a new mom.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Living like a mad ninja!
So, I realized yesterday that I complain AAAAAAAlot on this blog. I don't mean to, I just do. I have so much to be thankful for. So today, I am going to change it up a bit.
Last night, Little Man slept for 7.5 hours. Until this week, he had been sleeping anywhere from 4-6 hours at night. I am pretty sure that alot of the difference has been developing a real routine. I changed up his schedule a little bit over the last few weeks, and it seems to be paying off.
I have felt like a failure in the mommy department for a while because despite my best efforts to follow the book, my baby was only sleeping between 4-6 hours. At this point, all of my friends who followed the book had their babies sleeping 7-8 hours or more. Apparently, I had done something wrong. But then I started reading a blog from another Babywise mom, and realized even she struggled. And again ALL BABIES ARE DIFFERENT. I believe in this article she is referring to her 3rd child who seems to be at exactly the same stage as my little man.... Meaning 1) she started a stinking blog to tell the world about the Babywise schedule and 2)she has done this twice before and her child is still at the same stage as Little Man. I feel better. Maybe I have done ok. According to this article, non-BW related, we are ahead of the curve with Little Man.
He is 10 weeks today, and he had one night last week that he slept for 7 hours. The rest he slept for 5 or 6, but then over the weekend he started sleeping 7.5 hours. On Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night. I feel like a new woman!
On top of that, the sun is out. The sun was out all weekend, and today the temperature is supposed to be almost 60 degrees. After what has been the longest, snowiest winter in Delaware history, it's a huge relief.
For now, life is good. Little Man is sleeping, American Idol is back on tv, and spring is finally making an appearance. I am so thankful!
As for living like a mad ninja - it's a long story that has something to do with Michael Scott, HD-DVR, and Carmen San Diego.
Friday, March 5, 2010
It has come to my attention...
It has come to my attention that I made a relatively controversal comment during my random comments the other day.
Actually, I probably made several controversal comments during that vent session...it's been an interesting week.
Anyway, my best friend politely posted that she disagreed with my comments about stay at home moms complaining about how busy they are. On those grounds, I am clarifying my statement.
I was not referring to anyone who is actually at home with small children. The term I was actually looking for was probably more along the lines of "Soccer Mom's"--the mom's whose kids are in school all day and make themselves busy by baking, cleaning, doing laundry, planning events, doing yoga, and yet they complain about how busy they are.
For those of us with little ones, I realize that being a stay at home mom is more than a full time job. It is hard work - very hard. When your little ones are small enough to need constant supervision and they are still in the house, it is very difficult to get anything else done, let alone everything else done. So feel free to whine to me! I was exhausted on my maternity leave, and my house never got clean, my laundry never got caught up--I just barely got my Christmas decorations put away.
I am sure it is hard work to be a Soccer Mom too, but my point is only that if they want to complain, they should probably be complaining to another Soccer Mom, not a new mommy who just went back to work and has no time to breathe. I am just not ready to hear about how hard it is to fit the yoga into your schedule because you were too busy baking cookies and planning a bake sale.
Actually, I probably made several controversal comments during that vent session...it's been an interesting week.
Anyway, my best friend politely posted that she disagreed with my comments about stay at home moms complaining about how busy they are. On those grounds, I am clarifying my statement.
I was not referring to anyone who is actually at home with small children. The term I was actually looking for was probably more along the lines of "Soccer Mom's"--the mom's whose kids are in school all day and make themselves busy by baking, cleaning, doing laundry, planning events, doing yoga, and yet they complain about how busy they are.
For those of us with little ones, I realize that being a stay at home mom is more than a full time job. It is hard work - very hard. When your little ones are small enough to need constant supervision and they are still in the house, it is very difficult to get anything else done, let alone everything else done. So feel free to whine to me! I was exhausted on my maternity leave, and my house never got clean, my laundry never got caught up--I just barely got my Christmas decorations put away.
I am sure it is hard work to be a Soccer Mom too, but my point is only that if they want to complain, they should probably be complaining to another Soccer Mom, not a new mommy who just went back to work and has no time to breathe. I am just not ready to hear about how hard it is to fit the yoga into your schedule because you were too busy baking cookies and planning a bake sale.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Did you ever know that you're my hero?
Techy never complains.
Ok, so not never. But very rarely does he complain. He is just a happy go lucky kinda guy. However, over the last week, he has had a cold. Now, I don't know about your man, but when mine doesn't feel good the world may as well be ending.
Typically, I depend on him to help keep me positive and laughing. This week we are both just cranky, as in total crankypants cranky.
That brings me to where I am at. Cranky. At work.
I really shouldn't be, my baby slept through the night for the 2nd night in a row! (High kicks and fist pumps have been reinstated for this only)
But....
Is there anyone who has a ridiculous habit that drives you nuts?
There is this lady that I know who talks to herself constantly.
It makes me crazy.
To top it off, she is a speed walker, like the old ladies who walk the mall.
She speed walks around all day long talking to herself.
At least twice a week someone will tell her to stop running - No one ever tells her to stop talking to herself.
I don't think it would disturb me so much, but she wrings her hands whiles she is walking around, talking to herself, which brings back repressed memories of visiting nursing homes as a child. There was always the one woman walking down the hall wringing her hands and talking to no one.
You know what I mean? The people who have been left alone so long that they think it's ok to talk to yourself and respond. It's actually kind of sad, which is why I think it bothers me so much....
All that to say, I am cranky and she is talking to herself more than normal. Need I say more?
It's just one of those days.
Ok, so not never. But very rarely does he complain. He is just a happy go lucky kinda guy. However, over the last week, he has had a cold. Now, I don't know about your man, but when mine doesn't feel good the world may as well be ending.
Typically, I depend on him to help keep me positive and laughing. This week we are both just cranky, as in total crankypants cranky.
That brings me to where I am at. Cranky. At work.
I really shouldn't be, my baby slept through the night for the 2nd night in a row! (High kicks and fist pumps have been reinstated for this only)
But....
Is there anyone who has a ridiculous habit that drives you nuts?
There is this lady that I know who talks to herself constantly.
It makes me crazy.
To top it off, she is a speed walker, like the old ladies who walk the mall.
She speed walks around all day long talking to herself.
At least twice a week someone will tell her to stop running - No one ever tells her to stop talking to herself.
I don't think it would disturb me so much, but she wrings her hands whiles she is walking around, talking to herself, which brings back repressed memories of visiting nursing homes as a child. There was always the one woman walking down the hall wringing her hands and talking to no one.
You know what I mean? The people who have been left alone so long that they think it's ok to talk to yourself and respond. It's actually kind of sad, which is why I think it bothers me so much....
All that to say, I am cranky and she is talking to herself more than normal. Need I say more?
It's just one of those days.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Random Thoughts from a Know-It-All
1. No new parent should try to compare their baby with other babies. It is one thing to try to gauge your expectations by another's experience, but no baby performs the same as others. Babies are totally unique and they will all have different strengths and weaknesses. Can you tell that I am struggling with this one?
2. "Humidifying" moment at work today - one of my girlfriends sent me an email titled "Free Dishwasher". You open it up and it says something about how she got this new dishwasher and her boyfriend is really upset about it, would I be interested in it? Of course, she was kind enough to include a picture of it. When you scroll down to see it, there is a cleverly posed picture of a nearly nude male model in a sink washing himself down. At the exact moment that I scrolled down, I turned around to find my boss standing behind me.
3. Ever watched the tv show, "Ruby"? I learned last week that in Georgia "humidified" means "humiliated". As I am southern and would like to take on as much of that southern charm as possible, I am wondering if I too should be confusing the terms? Oh well...
4. Thinks that milk coming from my boobs is bizarre...anyone with me on this? It's just strange.
5. Wants the world to know that you should be very cautious if you are in love with a middle aged man who is approaching retirement, has sacrificed a good bit of his time and money to unappreciative sources, and feels that he is a failure in some aspect of his life. He is going to crack if he doesn't get help in dealing with it. And you don't want to be around when it happens. He will blame you for everything, even things you had nothing to do with. He can't face the fact that life dealt him a worse card than others. Eventually, he will come back to his senses, but chances are that he will have lost everything by that time.
6. Wonders if penis pumps are as painful as breast pumps??
7. Thinks it's funny that stay at home mom's complain about being so busy. I mean, believe me, I don't envy you, but really? That busy? Imagine having to do everything you do and then having to go to work 8 hours a day. Yeah. Be thankful that you don't have to work, and don't complain to me. I mean that in the sweetest southern way possible.
8. My baby slept through the night last night. I say through the night because he went to bed at 11 and woke up at 5 am. Only a 6 hour stretch, but I will take it. Way to go, Little Man. I take very little credit for it...I read this book in college and have recommended it to everyone I know after my niece started sleeping through the night at 10 weeks old. That was 8 years ago, and since then everyone I know who has tried it has had their babies sleeping through the night by 3-4 months at the latest. Meanwhile, my mommy friends who don't do a schedule end up getting up with their babies all the way up to a year.
9. I love Game Show Network. I love to watch Family Feud, Deal or No Deal, Match Game. Pretty sure that I am really an 85 year old woman inside.
10. If anyone watched the Bachelor this season, we learned that Patty Stanger, Millionaire Matchmaker knows what she is saying when she says, "The Penis does the Picking" (I watch way too much reality tv)
11. I have now mentioned a penis twice in my blog...my mother would die. Hopefully, she doesn't read this post. Hopefully, my pastor doesn't read it! Oh well...it's my random thoughts...at least I am honest. For the record, I did not want to look at the picture of the "Free Dishwasher", it was just there!
12. I have learned that I am very insecure in being a mommy. I realized this last week when, on my son's first day at day care, I was relieved to drop him off because I figured she had way more experience than me. Then I felt guilty for feeling relieved...and the cycle began.
13. My Little Man has his first cold. He has been coughing like crazy for 3 days. It doesn't seem to bother him and he isn't running a fever, and I did consult with a nurse to make sure I didn't need to take him to the doctor. But yesterday when I went to pick him up, my day care lady, who I will blog name, "Baby Lady", told me he sounded like he had the croup. All I could think was what do I do for that?! And that's what I said. She laughed and laughed! See I am incompetent!
14. I am tired of having cleavage. At least this much cleavage. Even Techy is kinda over it. I think he thinks, "What's the use if I can't touch them?" And really...
15. Have I mentioned that I am continuing to pump milk while I am working? I take 2 pumping breaks a day. I have to dress very strategically in order to be able to do this, but today, I wore a dress...not sure what I was thinking. You can't pull a dress down enough to be able to pump. Let me say, it was a feat to get those puppies out today!
16. I have the most easy going husband of all time. He rarely, if ever, gets upset. Because it happens so infrequently, he doesn't really know what to do when it does. Case in point, a few nights ago, it happened. I had asked him to help with the baby and then loudly complained about the way he helped...it pushed him right over the edge. He pitched a fit like a little 9 year old. Looking back, it was probably one of the funniest moments in our marriage.
17. If I had to name the most humorous moment in our marriage, I would have to say it was the day that he sneaked back into our apartment to find me in the shower. He made the impromptu (and I might add WRONG decision) to scare me. When he jerked open the shower curtain it scared me so bad that I jumped, lost my footing and flew through the air to land square on my butt in the shower, sobbing my eyes out. He felt wretched, and I had a huge bruise for several days, but oh how funny that must have looked.
18. Then there was that time we were in Florida on our first day there, on the beach, when our wallets were stolen.... Pretty fun times....
I guess 18 random thoughts is enough for today.
2. "Humidifying" moment at work today - one of my girlfriends sent me an email titled "Free Dishwasher". You open it up and it says something about how she got this new dishwasher and her boyfriend is really upset about it, would I be interested in it? Of course, she was kind enough to include a picture of it. When you scroll down to see it, there is a cleverly posed picture of a nearly nude male model in a sink washing himself down. At the exact moment that I scrolled down, I turned around to find my boss standing behind me.
3. Ever watched the tv show, "Ruby"? I learned last week that in Georgia "humidified" means "humiliated". As I am southern and would like to take on as much of that southern charm as possible, I am wondering if I too should be confusing the terms? Oh well...
4. Thinks that milk coming from my boobs is bizarre...anyone with me on this? It's just strange.
5. Wants the world to know that you should be very cautious if you are in love with a middle aged man who is approaching retirement, has sacrificed a good bit of his time and money to unappreciative sources, and feels that he is a failure in some aspect of his life. He is going to crack if he doesn't get help in dealing with it. And you don't want to be around when it happens. He will blame you for everything, even things you had nothing to do with. He can't face the fact that life dealt him a worse card than others. Eventually, he will come back to his senses, but chances are that he will have lost everything by that time.
6. Wonders if penis pumps are as painful as breast pumps??
7. Thinks it's funny that stay at home mom's complain about being so busy. I mean, believe me, I don't envy you, but really? That busy? Imagine having to do everything you do and then having to go to work 8 hours a day. Yeah. Be thankful that you don't have to work, and don't complain to me. I mean that in the sweetest southern way possible.
8. My baby slept through the night last night. I say through the night because he went to bed at 11 and woke up at 5 am. Only a 6 hour stretch, but I will take it. Way to go, Little Man. I take very little credit for it...I read this book in college and have recommended it to everyone I know after my niece started sleeping through the night at 10 weeks old. That was 8 years ago, and since then everyone I know who has tried it has had their babies sleeping through the night by 3-4 months at the latest. Meanwhile, my mommy friends who don't do a schedule end up getting up with their babies all the way up to a year.
9. I love Game Show Network. I love to watch Family Feud, Deal or No Deal, Match Game. Pretty sure that I am really an 85 year old woman inside.
10. If anyone watched the Bachelor this season, we learned that Patty Stanger, Millionaire Matchmaker knows what she is saying when she says, "The Penis does the Picking" (I watch way too much reality tv)
11. I have now mentioned a penis twice in my blog...my mother would die. Hopefully, she doesn't read this post. Hopefully, my pastor doesn't read it! Oh well...it's my random thoughts...at least I am honest. For the record, I did not want to look at the picture of the "Free Dishwasher", it was just there!
12. I have learned that I am very insecure in being a mommy. I realized this last week when, on my son's first day at day care, I was relieved to drop him off because I figured she had way more experience than me. Then I felt guilty for feeling relieved...and the cycle began.
13. My Little Man has his first cold. He has been coughing like crazy for 3 days. It doesn't seem to bother him and he isn't running a fever, and I did consult with a nurse to make sure I didn't need to take him to the doctor. But yesterday when I went to pick him up, my day care lady, who I will blog name, "Baby Lady", told me he sounded like he had the croup. All I could think was what do I do for that?! And that's what I said. She laughed and laughed! See I am incompetent!
14. I am tired of having cleavage. At least this much cleavage. Even Techy is kinda over it. I think he thinks, "What's the use if I can't touch them?" And really...
15. Have I mentioned that I am continuing to pump milk while I am working? I take 2 pumping breaks a day. I have to dress very strategically in order to be able to do this, but today, I wore a dress...not sure what I was thinking. You can't pull a dress down enough to be able to pump. Let me say, it was a feat to get those puppies out today!
16. I have the most easy going husband of all time. He rarely, if ever, gets upset. Because it happens so infrequently, he doesn't really know what to do when it does. Case in point, a few nights ago, it happened. I had asked him to help with the baby and then loudly complained about the way he helped...it pushed him right over the edge. He pitched a fit like a little 9 year old. Looking back, it was probably one of the funniest moments in our marriage.
17. If I had to name the most humorous moment in our marriage, I would have to say it was the day that he sneaked back into our apartment to find me in the shower. He made the impromptu (and I might add WRONG decision) to scare me. When he jerked open the shower curtain it scared me so bad that I jumped, lost my footing and flew through the air to land square on my butt in the shower, sobbing my eyes out. He felt wretched, and I had a huge bruise for several days, but oh how funny that must have looked.
18. Then there was that time we were in Florida on our first day there, on the beach, when our wallets were stolen.... Pretty fun times....
I guess 18 random thoughts is enough for today.
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