Back in college I spent several days upset with Daniel because he cheated on me and left me for an alien....in a dream I had. She was green y'all! And he kept saying "I don't care, she's hot." For the record - ALL of this happened in my dream however I still spent several days upset with him and yet he STILL married me. So who's the crazy one?! Hmmm..... He still mentions his Alien girlfriend by the way - he thinks it's 'cute'.
Fast foward to a few weeks ago. I woke up angry again because this time he ordered a Russian Bride over the internet because I couldn't travel and he wanted someone to travel with. And then he brought her to our house! I was LIVID! This made him chuckle again, he married a crazy person.
He thinks it's 'irrational' for me to be uspet for what's going on in MY 'crazy dreams'. Whatever.
A few days later, we're in the car and Aerosmith's "Walk this Way" comes on the radio.
I say Aww! We should go to Disneyworld and ride the Rockin' Rollercoaster again!
Him: Only you can't tavel.
Me: Well, you're not going to Disneyworld without me!
Him: I bet I could take my Russian Bride! She'd probably like Disneyworld.
And he laughed all the way home.
Stupid, stupid boy.
Last night I dreamed our house got hit by a Tornado and we had to get in to the bathtub but we couldn't take the mattress with us because we have a Sleep Number bed and it's attached to a plug in the wall and the dog was freakin' out.
My Beloved's response: "Was my Russian Bride with us?"
Stupid, stupid boy. ;)
I'm so thankful he loves me - crazy and all.
Until next time...
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Monday, July 23, 2012
Adventures in Baby Stuff
Since finding out, my Beloved and I spend time walking around Babies R Us. It's overwhelming really. All the stuff. It has produced some entertaining conversations, mainly leaving us to question our parenting abilities.
When it comes to strollers Daniel is very concerned with stability. Every time he sees one that catches his eye, he shakes it to see how stable it is. Yeesh.
We walk around and he sees things and will say "that would work for when we have the next one." After several items of "the next one" I said "you're just real gung-ho about my uterus expanding aren't you?!" This made him chuckle.
We'll see something and I'll say we might need that to which he responds "I could probably make that with Plywood." This causes me to sigh.
I mentioned we might look in to getting a Tummy Tub - Daniel said we could just get a bucket from Home Depot. More sighs.
He mentioned monitors the other day and I asked why we needed one.
Him: You think we need everything under the sun but NOT a baby monitor?!
Me: The baby room is right there! You can see it from the living room and our bedroom - I'm pretty sure we'll be able to hear a baby cry! The house isn't THAT big!
Him: We live in a world where technology reigns and you don't want a baby monitor. He says with a completely dumbfounded look on his face.
Me: Ok! We'll get a monitor! Yeesh.
My friend Jodie gave us What to Expect When you're Expecting and What to Expect the First Year. We had Travis so I'm a little prepared for what a baby will mean. Daniel - not so much. I said we needed a Diaper Genie - he asked what for, can't we just use Walmart bags?
Me: How often do you think we'll be changing diapers?
Him: Two or three times a day?
Me: Yeah I really think you should be reading the First Year book.
I've been REALLY good and I haven't bought any baby items yet! But now that we know it's a little girl - let the shopping begin!
But first - I need your help. The Mommies of the world. What should we register for? What item do you cherish the most when it comes to your baby? What items did you get but have yet to use? Before I start scanning - I wanted some feedback.
Until next time....
When it comes to strollers Daniel is very concerned with stability. Every time he sees one that catches his eye, he shakes it to see how stable it is. Yeesh.
We walk around and he sees things and will say "that would work for when we have the next one." After several items of "the next one" I said "you're just real gung-ho about my uterus expanding aren't you?!" This made him chuckle.
We'll see something and I'll say we might need that to which he responds "I could probably make that with Plywood." This causes me to sigh.
I mentioned we might look in to getting a Tummy Tub - Daniel said we could just get a bucket from Home Depot. More sighs.
He mentioned monitors the other day and I asked why we needed one.
Him: You think we need everything under the sun but NOT a baby monitor?!
Me: The baby room is right there! You can see it from the living room and our bedroom - I'm pretty sure we'll be able to hear a baby cry! The house isn't THAT big!
Him: We live in a world where technology reigns and you don't want a baby monitor. He says with a completely dumbfounded look on his face.
Me: Ok! We'll get a monitor! Yeesh.
My friend Jodie gave us What to Expect When you're Expecting and What to Expect the First Year. We had Travis so I'm a little prepared for what a baby will mean. Daniel - not so much. I said we needed a Diaper Genie - he asked what for, can't we just use Walmart bags?
Me: How often do you think we'll be changing diapers?
Him: Two or three times a day?
Me: Yeah I really think you should be reading the First Year book.
I've been REALLY good and I haven't bought any baby items yet! But now that we know it's a little girl - let the shopping begin!
But first - I need your help. The Mommies of the world. What should we register for? What item do you cherish the most when it comes to your baby? What items did you get but have yet to use? Before I start scanning - I wanted some feedback.
Until next time....
Saturday, July 21, 2012
It's a ....
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And we couldn't be more excited!
(My Beloved is even more nervous but still terribly giddy. :) )
Until next time...
The Doctors: Dr. Hare
When I got the mutant diagnoses, my regular doctor referred me to Dr. Hare to discuss options. She specializes in high risk pregnancies. My Beloved and I met with her after we got married to discuss what the diagnoses meant for our future family plans. She's not my regular doctor so when I got emotional she recommended medication. :) After I found out we were expecting, I started seeing her every 4 - 6 weeks as well.
At the first ultrasound I asked if it was a boy or a girl (joking of course). This caused her to raise her eyebrows and say "it looks like a Lima Bean." :)
At the next ultrasound, Daniel attended. (We decided it would be more comfortable for everyone involved if he waited until the ultrasounds were more external.) The two of us together can be highly entertaining. The doctor shows us the little baby shaped thing and I say it doesn't look anything like a naval orange. This causes her to stop "a naval orange?"
Me: Yes, according to the book the baby is supposed to be the size of a naval orange.
Dr: Which book would that be?
Me: What To Expect When You're Expecting
Dr: Oh, that book. eyes rolling All pregnant women think that's the Bible.
Me: Well, I don't really trust it. It says you shouldn't do Cocaine while you're pregnant.
Dr: stops ultrasound because she's laughing too hard
Oops. She then asks if we want to know the sex, it's early but she can make an 'educated guess'. I say no thank you - let's be sure because when she tells me, I'm going to start shopping and if 6 weeks later it's something else - there's going to be scene. Another pause due to laughter. She invited me and Daniel to return to the office every day and then ordered a drug test. ;) She was kidding about the drug test....I think.
We got to see her this week for our 20 week check up. (20 weeks!!! Eeek!!) She asks if we want to know the sex now because she seems to remember me threatening her the last time. I say it wasn't a threat! I just promised a scene! She said she's fully equipped to handle a scene. I point out that unfortunately she knows my mom and if my mom finds out I caused a scene - I'd get a spanking. This causes more laughter. She then tells us that we're expecting a little GIRL! She hands Daniel a 3D type picture of our unborn child and he promptly asks the doctor "she's going to get cuter right?" Yeesh.
I've been good and I haven't cried once in her office! And I think she likes us - I even got a hug at the last visit! HOLLA!!!
I should mention that both doctors know and work closely with my mom at her hospital. She trusts them and I know we're in good hands. And I'm thankful for them both.
Until next time...
At the first ultrasound I asked if it was a boy or a girl (joking of course). This caused her to raise her eyebrows and say "it looks like a Lima Bean." :)
At the next ultrasound, Daniel attended. (We decided it would be more comfortable for everyone involved if he waited until the ultrasounds were more external.) The two of us together can be highly entertaining. The doctor shows us the little baby shaped thing and I say it doesn't look anything like a naval orange. This causes her to stop "a naval orange?"
Me: Yes, according to the book the baby is supposed to be the size of a naval orange.
Dr: Which book would that be?
Me: What To Expect When You're Expecting
Dr: Oh, that book. eyes rolling All pregnant women think that's the Bible.
Me: Well, I don't really trust it. It says you shouldn't do Cocaine while you're pregnant.
Dr: stops ultrasound because she's laughing too hard
Oops. She then asks if we want to know the sex, it's early but she can make an 'educated guess'. I say no thank you - let's be sure because when she tells me, I'm going to start shopping and if 6 weeks later it's something else - there's going to be scene. Another pause due to laughter. She invited me and Daniel to return to the office every day and then ordered a drug test. ;) She was kidding about the drug test....I think.
We got to see her this week for our 20 week check up. (20 weeks!!! Eeek!!) She asks if we want to know the sex now because she seems to remember me threatening her the last time. I say it wasn't a threat! I just promised a scene! She said she's fully equipped to handle a scene. I point out that unfortunately she knows my mom and if my mom finds out I caused a scene - I'd get a spanking. This causes more laughter. She then tells us that we're expecting a little GIRL! She hands Daniel a 3D type picture of our unborn child and he promptly asks the doctor "she's going to get cuter right?" Yeesh.
I've been good and I haven't cried once in her office! And I think she likes us - I even got a hug at the last visit! HOLLA!!!
I should mention that both doctors know and work closely with my mom at her hospital. She trusts them and I know we're in good hands. And I'm thankful for them both.
Until next time...
The Doctors: Dr. Mata
Because I'm High Maintenance Risk - I get two doctors! :) Dr. Mata has been with me since the beginning and is my regular ObGYN. She is extremely patient and never tries to medicate me even though I should probably be. She understands there is a very high possibility that I'm going to cry in her office. Every time. Pregnant or not. Yep - medicated. For the record - going to the doctor is a very nerve-wracking thing! For reals.
Now she gets to see my crazy self on a very regular basis. :) We get to entertain her and the nurses every 4 - 6 weeks. Lucky them!
In usual form - the appointments have been entertaining.
On my 8 week check up I was a little nervous. I'd had some cramping and spotting and was in total freak mode (and mom was in Thailand and unavailable by phone, so selfish. ;) ). I go in and have to wait forever because that's what you do when you go to the doctor - you wait. This only increases anxiety. When I finally go back the nurse attempts to find a heartbeat and can't - complete freak mode now sets in. By the time the doctor comes in to the room - complete hysterics have also set in. "I've had some spotting (sniff, sniff) and cramps (sniff, sniff) and the nurse can't find a heart beat (sniff, sniff) and my mom is in Thailand and I can't call her." She hands me a Kleenex and pats me on the knee, "it's okay, you just need to see your baby." She does an ultrasound and there's a little fluttery thing and everything was right with the world.
On one of the last visits we discussed birth. I want a C-section - she thinks we should try a 'normal' birth. No thank you. Here's how that conversation goes:
Me: But I want a c-section!
Dr: I think we should try a natural birth.
Me: Do you know how much I weighed at birth?! 9 lbs 6 oz!
Dr: Oh my! she then notes this on my chart.
Me: Yeah! And my little brother was 9.9 and he was 3 weeks early!
Dr: Oh my! more notes.
Me: All the first born women in my family have weighed 9.6. If this is a girl - tradition says she'll be 9.6!
Dr: Okay, we'll schedule a c-section and play it by ear.
At the last visit I got to take a sugar test - it wasn't so bad! She said they would only call if something was wrong but I'm pretty sure my chart says "she's crazy so call her no matter the results" and they called to tell me everything came back good. While in the office we discussed my weight and stress and how my stress doesn't effect our little biscuit. This is a massive comfort to me. She then went on to tell my husband that knowing me, I'll be a little more quick to emotional responses. As we were walking out I tell my beloved "I'm pretty sure the doctor just said I was crazy." "Well" he said, "she does know you." Nice.
According to the book, my Beloved was supposed to help pick out my doctor. When he tells me this I say "trust me, she's the doctor for me."
Now let's meet Dr. Hare!
Now she gets to see my crazy self on a very regular basis. :) We get to entertain her and the nurses every 4 - 6 weeks. Lucky them!
In usual form - the appointments have been entertaining.
On my 8 week check up I was a little nervous. I'd had some cramping and spotting and was in total freak mode (and mom was in Thailand and unavailable by phone, so selfish. ;) ). I go in and have to wait forever because that's what you do when you go to the doctor - you wait. This only increases anxiety. When I finally go back the nurse attempts to find a heartbeat and can't - complete freak mode now sets in. By the time the doctor comes in to the room - complete hysterics have also set in. "I've had some spotting (sniff, sniff) and cramps (sniff, sniff) and the nurse can't find a heart beat (sniff, sniff) and my mom is in Thailand and I can't call her." She hands me a Kleenex and pats me on the knee, "it's okay, you just need to see your baby." She does an ultrasound and there's a little fluttery thing and everything was right with the world.
On one of the last visits we discussed birth. I want a C-section - she thinks we should try a 'normal' birth. No thank you. Here's how that conversation goes:
Me: But I want a c-section!
Dr: I think we should try a natural birth.
Me: Do you know how much I weighed at birth?! 9 lbs 6 oz!
Dr: Oh my! she then notes this on my chart.
Me: Yeah! And my little brother was 9.9 and he was 3 weeks early!
Dr: Oh my! more notes.
Me: All the first born women in my family have weighed 9.6. If this is a girl - tradition says she'll be 9.6!
Dr: Okay, we'll schedule a c-section and play it by ear.
At the last visit I got to take a sugar test - it wasn't so bad! She said they would only call if something was wrong but I'm pretty sure my chart says "she's crazy so call her no matter the results" and they called to tell me everything came back good. While in the office we discussed my weight and stress and how my stress doesn't effect our little biscuit. This is a massive comfort to me. She then went on to tell my husband that knowing me, I'll be a little more quick to emotional responses. As we were walking out I tell my beloved "I'm pretty sure the doctor just said I was crazy." "Well" he said, "she does know you." Nice.
According to the book, my Beloved was supposed to help pick out my doctor. When he tells me this I say "trust me, she's the doctor for me."
Now let's meet Dr. Hare!
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
The Tellings
While sitting at the doctors office the day after I took the pregnancy test I opened my WebMD app (my Beloved does not think I need this app) and looked up pregnancy and such. 'Pregnancy' led to 'miscarriage' and according to WebMD, 1 in 6 women will experience a miscarriage. That's a lot. That number made me extra nervous considering I'm at a higher risk. But it was also a little comforting because it also said there's nothing that can be done. It's just something that happens. Because of this, we slowly told the ones we love and selfishly asked them to not scream it from the rooftops. :)
And they respected our wishes and for that I am forever grateful. We appreciate each and every one of you that celebrated in silence until we were ready to tell the world. Thank you.
The tellings were kind of fun.
I told my mom the next day - she is after all my On Call Medical Professional so I needed her to be aware that the crazy calls were going to start. She did a fantastic job of containing her excitement. I think she could sense my nerves even over the phone.
Tami found out on my birthday. I'd been to the doctor and came home with a picture of a Lima Bean. ;) She immediately teared up, flapped her hands and told me I better not be lying. She then proceeds to tell me that Tami would be a perfect name for a girl and Tomi works well for a boy. The baby is now Tami/Tomi.
David, Daniel's brother, immediately rubbed my belly and said a nephew would be nice.
I didn't tell Travis until they got back from Thailand. After picking him up from the airport, I let him know the only thing he was getting for Christmas was a niece or nephew. He too asked if I was telling the truth (probably this is some indication that I might have lied to my siblings, hmmmm) and then hugged me.
My Young Brave friend Kelley who lives far away found out via Google Messenger. She then immediately squealed and jumped up and down in her seat at work. Now she claims our baby is the reason why her coworkers think she's nuts. I have my doubts. She also blames our 'little biscuit' as she calls it on the reason why her Bible study thinks she's nuts as well. I sent her a text with the cutest little nose and she again flipped out - in the middle of Bible study. And then they prayed for our little biscuit.
I called my grandmother on Mother's Day to let her know. After the initial emotion and excitement, she said she had her suspicions because the last time she saw me, she thought "well Lord, she looks a little pudgy." I do love my Mamaw! She's praying for little lungs, a tiny heart and a healthy baby. ;)
A coworker and I were talking about something and it came up in conversation. "I KNEW IT!!" he says. "And why is that?! Is it because I'm pudgy?!" I say. Uncomfortably, "Ummm, no - it's your...posture" he claims. Uh huh. ;)
Everyone is excited and impatiently standing by to spoil the heck out of our bundle of joy. My Beloved and I had a discussion on how babies came to be called bundles of joy. "Don't they cry and poo a lot?" So they are standing by to spoil the heck out of our Bundle of Poo and Scream. ;)
Until next time....
And they respected our wishes and for that I am forever grateful. We appreciate each and every one of you that celebrated in silence until we were ready to tell the world. Thank you.
The tellings were kind of fun.
I told my mom the next day - she is after all my On Call Medical Professional so I needed her to be aware that the crazy calls were going to start. She did a fantastic job of containing her excitement. I think she could sense my nerves even over the phone.
Tami found out on my birthday. I'd been to the doctor and came home with a picture of a Lima Bean. ;) She immediately teared up, flapped her hands and told me I better not be lying. She then proceeds to tell me that Tami would be a perfect name for a girl and Tomi works well for a boy. The baby is now Tami/Tomi.
David, Daniel's brother, immediately rubbed my belly and said a nephew would be nice.
I didn't tell Travis until they got back from Thailand. After picking him up from the airport, I let him know the only thing he was getting for Christmas was a niece or nephew. He too asked if I was telling the truth (probably this is some indication that I might have lied to my siblings, hmmmm) and then hugged me.
My Young Brave friend Kelley who lives far away found out via Google Messenger. She then immediately squealed and jumped up and down in her seat at work. Now she claims our baby is the reason why her coworkers think she's nuts. I have my doubts. She also blames our 'little biscuit' as she calls it on the reason why her Bible study thinks she's nuts as well. I sent her a text with the cutest little nose and she again flipped out - in the middle of Bible study. And then they prayed for our little biscuit.
I called my grandmother on Mother's Day to let her know. After the initial emotion and excitement, she said she had her suspicions because the last time she saw me, she thought "well Lord, she looks a little pudgy." I do love my Mamaw! She's praying for little lungs, a tiny heart and a healthy baby. ;)
A coworker and I were talking about something and it came up in conversation. "I KNEW IT!!" he says. "And why is that?! Is it because I'm pudgy?!" I say. Uncomfortably, "Ummm, no - it's your...posture" he claims. Uh huh. ;)
Everyone is excited and impatiently standing by to spoil the heck out of our bundle of joy. My Beloved and I had a discussion on how babies came to be called bundles of joy. "Don't they cry and poo a lot?" So they are standing by to spoil the heck out of our Bundle of Poo and Scream. ;)
Until next time....
Monday, July 2, 2012
My Beloved and the Books
Since we found out we were expecting, Daniel has wanted to be as informed as possible. My doctor gave me a book and my work friend Jodie gave us What to Expect When You're Expecting. I find the miracle of life kind of unsettling and I'd rather not know anything in advance - let it all be an unpleasant surprise! But my Beloved - he's a planner.
He starts to read the book the doctor gave us. It starts with fertility and conception which I'm pretty sure are chapters he could skip but he has to start at the beginning. He gets a few chapters in and says "the doctor should have given us this book before." :)
We're laying in bed a few nights later and he asks for a highlighter.
Me: Is there something in there you want to remember that bad?
Him: No, I found some misused words I want to point out to the doctor at the next visit.
Me: deep sigh
A few weeks go by and I'm getting ready for work. He starts asking about my Calcium intake because "the book says the baby is going to suck all your calcium and your teeth could fall out. Have a great day!" Does he not know me at all?! I spend the rest of the day pushing on my teeth to make sure they aren't loose and stop on the way home for extra Calcium pills. Daniel gets home and asks how my day was.
Me: I spent all day pushing on my teeth to make sure they weren't loose!
Him: Why on earth would you worry about that?
If my eyes could have popped out of my head - they would have. ;)
He finished book number one and now knows all about blood typing and expanding uterus' and what's going on with my body. He's been so adorable. When I start to freak out, he says "it's okay, the book says that's normal!" :)
He will tell you I haven't been that bad. I actually think the crazy pregnancy hormones might be balancing out my normal crazy hormones! HOLLA! And he's been very patient and extremely supportive and he brings me joy - even when he's making my eye twitch.
The other day he comes in to the living room with the What to Expect book and says "according to the book I should be taking pictures of your growth progress and you should be in a leotard." Yeah, not happening.
Until next time......
He starts to read the book the doctor gave us. It starts with fertility and conception which I'm pretty sure are chapters he could skip but he has to start at the beginning. He gets a few chapters in and says "the doctor should have given us this book before." :)
We're laying in bed a few nights later and he asks for a highlighter.
Me: Is there something in there you want to remember that bad?
Him: No, I found some misused words I want to point out to the doctor at the next visit.
Me: deep sigh
A few weeks go by and I'm getting ready for work. He starts asking about my Calcium intake because "the book says the baby is going to suck all your calcium and your teeth could fall out. Have a great day!" Does he not know me at all?! I spend the rest of the day pushing on my teeth to make sure they aren't loose and stop on the way home for extra Calcium pills. Daniel gets home and asks how my day was.
Me: I spent all day pushing on my teeth to make sure they weren't loose!
Him: Why on earth would you worry about that?
If my eyes could have popped out of my head - they would have. ;)
He finished book number one and now knows all about blood typing and expanding uterus' and what's going on with my body. He's been so adorable. When I start to freak out, he says "it's okay, the book says that's normal!" :)
He will tell you I haven't been that bad. I actually think the crazy pregnancy hormones might be balancing out my normal crazy hormones! HOLLA! And he's been very patient and extremely supportive and he brings me joy - even when he's making my eye twitch.
The other day he comes in to the living room with the What to Expect book and says "according to the book I should be taking pictures of your growth progress and you should be in a leotard." Yeah, not happening.
Until next time......
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