Thursday, March 18, 2010
Let's Go Dawgs!!!!
Brett just helped cheer on our Bulldogs to a victory over UTEP. Next is Murray State on Saturday!!! Let's....Go.... Dawgs!!!!!
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Way Too Much Excitement For One Day
Tuesday started off like your regular ole Tuesday. I was kind of tired, not really excited to go into work, but hey, that's life. I took B down to my mom's house and dropped him off. Then I went into work and was doing your regular ole mundane bookkeeper duties when my phone rang.
My mom explained that Brett had fallen into the pond. What???? I guess he was out of eyesight for like a minute and he managed to make his way all the way down to the pond from the sandbox (that's a pretty far hike for a 22 month old). When she found him he was floating on his tummy and paddling his arms, but the kid obviously can't swim yet. Cheetah version 2.0 had made it into the pond as well, and was floating well towards the center of the pond. I guess she pulled Brett right up and turned him over to get any water out of his system and immediately took him inside, stripped his clothes off and put him in the bathtub. Luckily he was breathing the whole time. My dad, in the meantime came home to fetch his BFF Cheetah from the pond.
So, I called the pediatrician to and she asked me to bring him in so she could look him over and they sent us to get x-rays "just in case". We have been watching him for the last couple of days and luckily he seems fine.
Yeah, way too much excitement for one day. I am just so grateful he's okay. My mind keeps going to dark places where I think "what if", and it has been driving me a little nutty. I just need to learn to accept the fact that everything is fine. I just want to wrap him in bubble wrap and put a leash on him. And, he's only 22 months. I have a feeling these gray hairs on my head are going to start multiplying rapidly if he keeps up these shenanigans!
My mom explained that Brett had fallen into the pond. What???? I guess he was out of eyesight for like a minute and he managed to make his way all the way down to the pond from the sandbox (that's a pretty far hike for a 22 month old). When she found him he was floating on his tummy and paddling his arms, but the kid obviously can't swim yet. Cheetah version 2.0 had made it into the pond as well, and was floating well towards the center of the pond. I guess she pulled Brett right up and turned him over to get any water out of his system and immediately took him inside, stripped his clothes off and put him in the bathtub. Luckily he was breathing the whole time. My dad, in the meantime came home to fetch his BFF Cheetah from the pond.
So, I called the pediatrician to and she asked me to bring him in so she could look him over and they sent us to get x-rays "just in case". We have been watching him for the last couple of days and luckily he seems fine.
Yeah, way too much excitement for one day. I am just so grateful he's okay. My mind keeps going to dark places where I think "what if", and it has been driving me a little nutty. I just need to learn to accept the fact that everything is fine. I just want to wrap him in bubble wrap and put a leash on him. And, he's only 22 months. I have a feeling these gray hairs on my head are going to start multiplying rapidly if he keeps up these shenanigans!
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Random Thoughts
Disclaimer - this post contains a lot of complaining.
- Looking at pictures of me from 3 years ago when I was skinny, makes me sad.
- I'm never buying anything but a cheap dishwasher again. Our 2 1/2 year old dishwasher just went out and it cost JUST AS MUCH to buy a brand new cheaper dishwasher as it would to fix it. Yikes!
- Why do I feel so lousy on a day that started out so sunny and bright?
- When will I ever regain the energy to clean my house again? It's been 3 months and if it wasn't for Steve, we would be living in squalor.
- Why did a stupid realtor call me today and ask me about the status of my house? Dude, we had 96 showings during the MOST MISERABLE 6 months OF MY LIFE. We are NOT listing again for a good LONG time.
- Come to think of it, during those majorly stressful 6 months, I put on a lot of weight, had my first bout of stress induced psoriasis, spent entirely too much money eating out, and had to take "happy pills" to prevent a total breakdown (even though I had no less than 3 massive crying meltdowns). If I had to do it over again, I wouldn't. I'd run.
- Why did I feel really good for about 2 weeks and then, since last Saturday (or just over a week), feel less than human again?
- My mom says that during periods of rapid fetal growth, it's normal to feel really wiped out. So, I'm just hoping it's the baby getting bigger.
- I feel crummy, and I know that taking a shower will help, but where do I get the energy to do that?
- I feel like such a bad mom on days where I barely have energy and Brett needs a mom, and I feel like I'm majorly letting him down.
- I hate making appointments with delivery people. I keep rescheduling Brett's dresser for delivery because only the day before will they give you the 2 hour window when you need to be home (but they want you to leave your entire day open first). Who can do that?
- Ugh. We have to paint and put together Brett's room. And, find a place for everything in this third bedroom that won't fit anywhere else in our house (including our entire home office). Yeah, so much for selling our house. But, I am at least GRATEFUL that my dad turned this into a third bedroom. Before that, it was just a loft, and we wouldn't have been able to have this second baby.
- When will I feel normal again????
Sorry, I told you it would be a rant... here's hoping my next post is more upbeat.
- Looking at pictures of me from 3 years ago when I was skinny, makes me sad.
- I'm never buying anything but a cheap dishwasher again. Our 2 1/2 year old dishwasher just went out and it cost JUST AS MUCH to buy a brand new cheaper dishwasher as it would to fix it. Yikes!
- Why do I feel so lousy on a day that started out so sunny and bright?
- When will I ever regain the energy to clean my house again? It's been 3 months and if it wasn't for Steve, we would be living in squalor.
- Why did a stupid realtor call me today and ask me about the status of my house? Dude, we had 96 showings during the MOST MISERABLE 6 months OF MY LIFE. We are NOT listing again for a good LONG time.
- Come to think of it, during those majorly stressful 6 months, I put on a lot of weight, had my first bout of stress induced psoriasis, spent entirely too much money eating out, and had to take "happy pills" to prevent a total breakdown (even though I had no less than 3 massive crying meltdowns). If I had to do it over again, I wouldn't. I'd run.
- Why did I feel really good for about 2 weeks and then, since last Saturday (or just over a week), feel less than human again?
- My mom says that during periods of rapid fetal growth, it's normal to feel really wiped out. So, I'm just hoping it's the baby getting bigger.
- I feel crummy, and I know that taking a shower will help, but where do I get the energy to do that?
- I feel like such a bad mom on days where I barely have energy and Brett needs a mom, and I feel like I'm majorly letting him down.
- I hate making appointments with delivery people. I keep rescheduling Brett's dresser for delivery because only the day before will they give you the 2 hour window when you need to be home (but they want you to leave your entire day open first). Who can do that?
- Ugh. We have to paint and put together Brett's room. And, find a place for everything in this third bedroom that won't fit anywhere else in our house (including our entire home office). Yeah, so much for selling our house. But, I am at least GRATEFUL that my dad turned this into a third bedroom. Before that, it was just a loft, and we wouldn't have been able to have this second baby.
- When will I feel normal again????
Sorry, I told you it would be a rant... here's hoping my next post is more upbeat.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Top Secret Swap
As I may have mentioned before, Brett's all time favorite BFF is Cheetah. Cheetah was purchased this past summer from Kohl's during a "Kohl's Cares For Kids" promotion. It was only $5.00 and he was instantly attached at the hip to his Cheetah.
Well, foolish me should have realized that these promotions only last for a limited time and then after that, the toys are NOWHERE TO BE FOUND. Cheetah has seen better days by now. He's had several baths and is becoming threadbare and in need of great TLC. And, another bath. I joke that Cheetah currently has scurvy, the bird flu and the swine flu.
Well, I started looking on ebay a few months ago for a replacement cheetah. Not to great success. All that were listed were "gently used" with prices of $15.00 or more without shipping. For an original $5.00 price tag, I wasn't biting.
And then Sunday I found it. One advertised as new with tags for a reasonable price.
I purchased new cheetah and he arrived today, brand spanking new and fluffy as promised. I immediately hid old cheetah in the laundry room (so he can prepare for major surgery) and put new cheetah in a casual spot so Brett would just pick him up.
He took the bait and picked him up. He looked him over a bit but gave him a kiss and has now accepted him as his own. It's funny to see this cheetah...so soft and fluffy and full of fluff. I'll have to take a picture of the old and new cheetah together at some point to compare...but NOT when Brett is around. I'm afraid of the repercussions of him discovering our secret plot.
Hoping bedtime with his "new" favorite friend goes swimmingly tonight :) As you can see, he's treating him the same as his old pal.
Well, foolish me should have realized that these promotions only last for a limited time and then after that, the toys are NOWHERE TO BE FOUND. Cheetah has seen better days by now. He's had several baths and is becoming threadbare and in need of great TLC. And, another bath. I joke that Cheetah currently has scurvy, the bird flu and the swine flu.
Well, I started looking on ebay a few months ago for a replacement cheetah. Not to great success. All that were listed were "gently used" with prices of $15.00 or more without shipping. For an original $5.00 price tag, I wasn't biting.
And then Sunday I found it. One advertised as new with tags for a reasonable price.
I purchased new cheetah and he arrived today, brand spanking new and fluffy as promised. I immediately hid old cheetah in the laundry room (so he can prepare for major surgery) and put new cheetah in a casual spot so Brett would just pick him up.
He took the bait and picked him up. He looked him over a bit but gave him a kiss and has now accepted him as his own. It's funny to see this cheetah...so soft and fluffy and full of fluff. I'll have to take a picture of the old and new cheetah together at some point to compare...but NOT when Brett is around. I'm afraid of the repercussions of him discovering our secret plot.
Hoping bedtime with his "new" favorite friend goes swimmingly tonight :) As you can see, he's treating him the same as his old pal.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
26 MORE Weeks?
So, during my last pregnancy, I don't recall if I ever got around to it, but I meant to write a post titled "9 months is just about right". I had kind of hashed it out in my mind, and the basic premise of the post would have been that from the time you find out you are indeed "with child" to giving birth, 9 months gives you ample time to make the mental adjustment from shock to "I can't wait to be a mommy". It also gives you enough time to go to the big scary Babies R Us store and figure out what knicknack and gadgets are needed (and there are no less than 395 of them) for a newborn. This timeframe also allows you to figure out if you want to know the baby's sex, pick out a crib and decorate the nursery. And, it allows you to make peace with the fact that you and your significant other are no longer going to be just a couple. You are going to be PARENTS.
Well, for me with my first pregnancy, 9 months (although full of the regular pregnancy discomforts) was perfect. This time? An eternity.
See the paragraph above...I already know and understand all of these things. We are moving Brett into another room, so we even have the nursery (which is gender neutral) ready. The ONLY reason I'd need some time to get ready would be if when we have the ultrasound at 20 weeks, we find out that we are having a girl. That would mean that I'd need to stock up on girl clothes and related accessories. Otherwise, if we are having a boy, we are SET. I still have all of Brett's old clothes around "just in case".
So, that leaves me to feel like 40 weeks is excruciatingly LONG this pregnancy. Why can't we speed the process along after the first one? With the exception of having Brett's new room ready, I am ready NOW for a baby. And, I've JUST begun my second trimester....
Here's hoping the spring and summer go by quickly! :)
Well, for me with my first pregnancy, 9 months (although full of the regular pregnancy discomforts) was perfect. This time? An eternity.
See the paragraph above...I already know and understand all of these things. We are moving Brett into another room, so we even have the nursery (which is gender neutral) ready. The ONLY reason I'd need some time to get ready would be if when we have the ultrasound at 20 weeks, we find out that we are having a girl. That would mean that I'd need to stock up on girl clothes and related accessories. Otherwise, if we are having a boy, we are SET. I still have all of Brett's old clothes around "just in case".
So, that leaves me to feel like 40 weeks is excruciatingly LONG this pregnancy. Why can't we speed the process along after the first one? With the exception of having Brett's new room ready, I am ready NOW for a baby. And, I've JUST begun my second trimester....
Here's hoping the spring and summer go by quickly! :)
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Caged Animal
When Brett runs upstairs ahead of me, 5 times out of 10 this is where I'll find him, hanging with Sasha in her crate - happy as a clam.
In fact, a few months ago, Steve swears Brett made his first joke in the crate. He said, "Brett, do you think you are a doggie?". Brett said, "Woof, woof" and laughed.
Once again, what I would give to be inside his head....
In fact, a few months ago, Steve swears Brett made his first joke in the crate. He said, "Brett, do you think you are a doggie?". Brett said, "Woof, woof" and laughed.
Once again, what I would give to be inside his head....
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Turning a Corner
Well, I know I've been moaning and complaining on here, and especially on Facebook over the past 3 months. As I stated earlier, either pregnancy amnesia hit me full force and I don't remember how bad it really was with Brett, or this one has REALLY been more difficult for me.
But, I'd say about a week and a half ago things really started to turn around for the better. And even though mother nature has been mean this year with all of the snow, my mood has actually lifted a little bit (I am guessing it has more to do with the fact that I feel human and less about the fact that there is still 1/2 a foot of snow on the ground).
And, to go along with that, last Thursday was my 12 week appointment. Everything went smoothly, including the fact that I hadn't gained, but lost about 1/2 a pound (which is good, considering as I have stated before, I am a pregnant hippo this time around). I'm sure that number will increase next month as the baby grows...but at least I have hope that by being more careful with my food selections this time around I can gain less weight.
The best part of the appointment was hearing the heartbeat, of course. The doctor said it usually takes a couple of minutes to find it this early in the pregnancy because the baby is so small, but she found it right away, and it sounded steady and strong. That, of course, made my whole day. Otherwise, since this is round #2 for me, I really didn't have any other questions or concerns so it was a pretty short appointment.
Brett came with me, as I imagine he will for most of my appointments. He did well, but the poor kiddo still doesn't have a clue. We've tried to talk to him about the baby but I don't know that any of it is sinking in. I have a feeling he'll be surprised come next summer!
And, my belly is definitely a pregnant belly. It was a little bit of a pooch for the first few weeks, but I'd say within the past 2 weeks or so, it's started to round out enough that I look about equivalent to where I was with Brett when he was 4 months in utero.
As of Tuesday, I'm officially 13 weeks, and am happy to move into the second trimester :)
But, I'd say about a week and a half ago things really started to turn around for the better. And even though mother nature has been mean this year with all of the snow, my mood has actually lifted a little bit (I am guessing it has more to do with the fact that I feel human and less about the fact that there is still 1/2 a foot of snow on the ground).
And, to go along with that, last Thursday was my 12 week appointment. Everything went smoothly, including the fact that I hadn't gained, but lost about 1/2 a pound (which is good, considering as I have stated before, I am a pregnant hippo this time around). I'm sure that number will increase next month as the baby grows...but at least I have hope that by being more careful with my food selections this time around I can gain less weight.
The best part of the appointment was hearing the heartbeat, of course. The doctor said it usually takes a couple of minutes to find it this early in the pregnancy because the baby is so small, but she found it right away, and it sounded steady and strong. That, of course, made my whole day. Otherwise, since this is round #2 for me, I really didn't have any other questions or concerns so it was a pretty short appointment.
Brett came with me, as I imagine he will for most of my appointments. He did well, but the poor kiddo still doesn't have a clue. We've tried to talk to him about the baby but I don't know that any of it is sinking in. I have a feeling he'll be surprised come next summer!
And, my belly is definitely a pregnant belly. It was a little bit of a pooch for the first few weeks, but I'd say within the past 2 weeks or so, it's started to round out enough that I look about equivalent to where I was with Brett when he was 4 months in utero.
As of Tuesday, I'm officially 13 weeks, and am happy to move into the second trimester :)
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Hello? Anyone out there???
I am having one of THOSE days....tired, stir crazy, anxious. First of all, I started freaking out a couple of hours ago when I thought back to my doctor appointment yesterday. I went to an ENT for what is now for sure an Afrin addiction (don't get started on the nose spray people, it's NOT pretty)... and the doctor took my temp... 97.8. Now I normally have a lower temp anyway, like 97.5, 97.7, but isn't my temp supposed to be HIGHER right now? I was temping for about 3 months before we got pregnant, checking my temp every morning before I got up to figure out my cycle. The second half of my cycle saw temps above 98.0. And, isn't your body supposed to keep up a higher temp during your pregnancy? Now, I have no other reason to go on that anything is wrong at all. I just hit 11 weeks today, so could this just be a fluke? I've read about signs of miscarriage and no where does it say "lower temperature". I just hope I stop freaking out until I get to the doc next Thursday.
Ugh. And, it's that time of year... you know the time when it's bitterly cold and snowy and you just feel like a shut in. I HATE driving in this weather, and since I have no where I have to go today, I am hanging at home with B. But the minutes feel like hours and ugh.
Which brings me to my next thought... Seasonal Affective Disorder does NOT mix well with pregnancy. I usually take a "happy pill" of sorts during the winter to get me through and to pick up my depression. Well, as soon as I found out I was preggers in late December I immediately stopped taking my happy pill. My doc says it is "probably safe" to stay on, but who wants to risk it? I'd rather be sad than have a harmed baby. The normal mood fluctuations and hormones associated with pregnancy don't help this either... as well as the constant feeling of being "fat" pregnant this time (this only kicked in when I REALLY realized what I weighed at my first appointment last month). I am worried about running into old friends even now because they'll just think I'm fat. Ugh.
And, finally, I can't even seem to find human contact on my addiction of addictions.... Facebook. They made changes to the format and now I only see like 10 posts by anyone all day. Okay, I have like 350 friends... something is not right here. So, it seems like in addition to feeling as though I am cut off from the world by the weather, I am also cut off via Facebook.
Sigh. I REALLY can't wait until spring. I am so over all of this.
Ugh. And, it's that time of year... you know the time when it's bitterly cold and snowy and you just feel like a shut in. I HATE driving in this weather, and since I have no where I have to go today, I am hanging at home with B. But the minutes feel like hours and ugh.
Which brings me to my next thought... Seasonal Affective Disorder does NOT mix well with pregnancy. I usually take a "happy pill" of sorts during the winter to get me through and to pick up my depression. Well, as soon as I found out I was preggers in late December I immediately stopped taking my happy pill. My doc says it is "probably safe" to stay on, but who wants to risk it? I'd rather be sad than have a harmed baby. The normal mood fluctuations and hormones associated with pregnancy don't help this either... as well as the constant feeling of being "fat" pregnant this time (this only kicked in when I REALLY realized what I weighed at my first appointment last month). I am worried about running into old friends even now because they'll just think I'm fat. Ugh.
And, finally, I can't even seem to find human contact on my addiction of addictions.... Facebook. They made changes to the format and now I only see like 10 posts by anyone all day. Okay, I have like 350 friends... something is not right here. So, it seems like in addition to feeling as though I am cut off from the world by the weather, I am also cut off via Facebook.
Sigh. I REALLY can't wait until spring. I am so over all of this.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Disclaimer: I am NOT a football fan
So, I am not a football fan in any way shape or form, but since the Colts are playing in the Superbowl today, I figured I might as well take the tags off the jersey that my parents gave him for Christmas (I figured since it was short sleeved it would be more of a spring/summer shirt) and put it on him.
So, here are pics to prove that Brett has a Colts jersey, even though his parents don't. And, I personally don't really need one. But, hey, happy big fat football day everyone.
So, here are pics to prove that Brett has a Colts jersey, even though his parents don't. And, I personally don't really need one. But, hey, happy big fat football day everyone.
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