This is the conversation we just had at lunch whilst discussing Stranger Danger. (Oh yes, Stranger Danger. I like to alternate between the crazies of this world that will kidnap you and the crazies of this world that will molest you. My girls NEED to be informed.)
Me: What do you do if a stranger tries to talk to you?
Stella: Find mommy.
Scarlett: Punch them in the eye.
Me: Ok, maybe not punch them in the eye, you should find mommy. What do you do if a stranger comes in the house without mommy's permission.
Stella: Find mommy right away!!!!!
Scarlett: Punch them in the eye.
Me: Scarlett, do NOT punch them in the eye. Do not punch anyone in the eye! Find mommy.
Scarlett: Ok, find mommy.
Me: What should you do if you can't find mommy?
Stella: Find another mommy and ask her to find mommy.
Scarlett: Find another mommy and PUNCH HER IN THE EYE!!!!!!!
Am I in trouble or what????
Oh my word. She's three. Why is she talking about punching people in the eye?????
I blame her father.
Hopefully that's just the mood she is in. Although, if you happen to be another mommy, I might just be worried if you run into my fiery little three year old....
Hopefully the next baby I'll figure out how to raise he/she right....
Fourth time's a charm...?
We'll see.
Here's what I did learn about this baby today!
It's.... GINORMOUS!!!! My doctor is seriously getting worried. I really, honestly thought I would have a normal sized baby this time around. Turns out, not so much.
He scheduled an ultra sound at my next appointment just because I jumped from measuring 28cm to 35cm in four weeks. I'm only 28 weeks along.... Although I didn't need him to measure me to know this baby is big. I mean... I'm the one walking around with the little darling protruding from my mid-section....
It's not a cute pregnancy.... And I'm certainly not that girl who you don't know she's pregnant until she turns around...
Definitely not. I kind of have this unwarranted animosity for those women... :)
Just kidding!!!!
So we'll see what the ultra sound says. Although I've been through this enough I can tell you. The ultrasound technician will marvel at the ginormous baby inside my tummy whilst the due date stays the same. This will lead my doctor to push up my delivery date by fudging some numbers and then schedule me to be induced a week early. A week early from his fudged numbers.
I can't decided if I'm Ok with this or not. I have already delivered a 10lb baby and that wasn't too much trouble. The competitive part of me wants to let this baby go and see if I can break some records. :)
That 15lb Chinese baby has NOTHING on me!!
Just kidding. That sounds terrifying....
But I would like to be as natural as possible. And I can hardly call pitocin natural. Or comfortable.
I was really excited to get to go into labor completely on my own.... And I was really hoping to get Stella and Scarlett off to their first week of school before the baby comes out. Since my due date is literally the first day of school for Stella. And Scarlett.
But the idea of going a week early seems to simplify my life a lot too. We would have an exact date so Zach can plan around that. Plus my in-laws are still out of school so my mother-in-law can watch the other three rugrats whilst I go through delivery.
Hmmm....
I guess we'll find out what happens in two weeks. I can't worry about it until then. I've got to get some books out!!!! :)
Which is really hard to do by the way when you accidentally sign up to teach VBS AND might have to move in a month AND are so pregnant there is not a shred of brain-power left inside your head!!!!!!!
Ugh. Yes, accidentally by the way is the truth!! I thought I was signing up to hand out snacks... but oh no, they definitely put me in charge of an entire classroom. I think that's just what happens when you enroll three children. They're like, oh no lady, we're taking care of THREE of your kids you have to have more responsibility than kitchen duty.
But shoot, it's a TON of work. There are meetings and curriculum to learn and decorating... Do they even know who they are asking to decorate????
Yikes...
And then, yes, we might be moving. Might be. Which it's this whole big ordeal and I don't really think we will have to.... I don't. We plan to move eventually. And we even plan to buy a house, but not for another year. So it would be really, really nice to just stay where we are and avoid the hassle.
But things don't always go as planned.
And we're flexible.
So if we have to, we have to.
I will tell you this though, if I have to move whilst I am this pregnant with TWO book deadlines looming over me I am hiring it done. From start to finish. I refuse to pack even one box. They can pack my lingerie drawer, I honestly cannot even worry about it!!!!
I don't even have time to do laundry this week... And let's be honest, the outfit I'm wearing today is not the best representation of my wardrobe, but I'm out of options.
And Zach is out of underwear so I told him he better stop by Target on the way home because there is just nothing I can do about it!
So if we have to move you can guarantee that it will be to a place with a washer and dryer. That might actually be my only requirement. We can all share a room, eat on the floor and live next to crazy neighbors, just as long as I have my own washer and dryer!!!!!!!!!!
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Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Pillow Talk
So last week was a series of blog posts never posted and left half-finished.
I'm way too scatter-brained for my own good!!!
And I blame it on the Preggo-ADD... I can't even pay attention to a book. Like, seriously, I'll be reading a page and then get distracted and close the book and get on the internet and then think, Why in the world am I on the internet?? Let's see... What was I doing... Oh yeah, reading. And then I'll go back to reading for three seconds and then get up and remember I need to pick something off the floor... And then I just wander in circles for hours, never getting anything actually accomplished.
It's a terrible way to live.
But today, I am DETERMINED to have focus.
Especially since I'm basically paying for it.
Not basically... I'm Literally paying for it.
My summer time nanny starts today!!! Woo Hoo!!!!
And I call her a nanny because I want to sound fancy, but really she is a high school girl just putting in a couple hours during the week so I can have some focus.
I NEED focus.
Have I said that already???
I need it so desperately I'm actually willing to pay a babysitter. I mean that is SERIOUSLY saying something.
If you only knew how cheap I really was, you would be blown away.
And not just cheap.
But how utterly poor we used to be.... That in itself says a lot!
I mean, I am Queen of the $5 A Meal-Weekly Meal Plans. Yep, $5 for dinner for a family of five. Pretty cheap. I reuse ziplocs. You can wash those babies right out with soap and water and everything. And if you want them to dry you can just stick them to your wall while they're a little wet and it works like a charm. (That's an old Missionary Trick.) I have never bought new towels. Not ever.
We got some for our wedding and the kids have been given some as babies over the years or as gifts and so I have never bought towels or wash towels or dish towels or anything!!
And we NEED new towels. And new washclothes... But I just can't bring myself to buy them.
I've only been married seven years. What's the rush??? :)
Oh.
And.
I bought something last week that I splurged on and now I can't get over it!!! The price tag is literally haunting me in my sleep!!!!!!
Ok. So I am in desperate need of a Pregnancy Wedge. This is one of those things that I feel like we can afford now. Although, it feels like a MAJOR luxury item and I've been able to get through three other pregnancies without one, but I definitely need it this time around.
My back is KILLING me. Not that it hasn't before, but also, I am finding I need all my other pillows to help me get into varying other positions. Comfort is like my white unicorn at this point in my term. I can't find it. It's a myth I am not sure I believe in anymore. I'm either having disgusting hot flashes and sweating my face off OR I am miserable in bed dreaming about this wedge.
Which I can't find.
In fact, today, I have to run over to the school and pay my last months tuition which I have completely forgotten about. Oops. And the grocery store because we are out of milk and that is just awful. For people who don't drink very much milk, running out of it is sure a pain in the eyeball. AND. We need fruit.
Anyway. I'm also making a special trip to Target for two things. A Fan. Like an industrial strength size one I can carry from room to room with me. And. A Nursing Wedge.
Zach told me on Friday I look like I have a GIANT EGG inside of me.
And I forgot for a second why I love him.... :)
Just kidding.
Where was I?? I told you... focus....
Oh. So, I want this wedge and Lindsay told me about the nursing one at Target. So last Friday, I took the kiddos with me to Target where we had a bunch of random stuff to get and some returns to make and then we looked for this Wedge.
They didn't have one.
I almost cried.
But, it was in a smaller Target... Not a Super Target, so I am just hoping, beyond hoping that if I try a different one I will find it.
But at the time, I thought, I'll just buy another pillow. that will work. I was planning on spending $20 for this nursing wedge, so maybe I can even buy Zach a pillow since he is always complaining about the ones we have.
Ok, see, our pillow situation is like this. I brought ALL of them into the marriage. He maybe, maybe.... brought one pillow into our lives and I think one of the kids is using his old one. But I am a bit obsessed with pillows. And I always have been. We have eight on our bed right now and those came from me. From when I was single.
And the best part is, is that they are all old-fashioned feather pillows!!!! I am in love with them.
My mom made some of them. Some of them have gone literally ALL over the world with me (Because I travel with my own of course.) and some of them I've had since childhood and were literally like passed down in the family from like my grandparents.
And they are perfect.
They are the cold kind of pillows. The ones that are ALWAYS cold. And they look super fluffy but when we snuggle into them they deflate and mold to your body perfectly. Which is why you need so many...
Anyway, Zach can't stand them! Well, what we've worked out has been fine for him. Because he went through them and found the least-like-feather-pillows he could...
So anyway, I had never bought a new pillow before. Honestly, in my naive-sheltered life of growing up, I honestly believed, truly ,truly this is not an exaggeration, I honestly believed that everyone's mom made their own pillows. I didn't even know you could buy pillows in a store until after I was married.
True Story.
Of course, I had never really thought long and hard about it before... But. Anyway.
So, I meandered with the kidlets over to the pillow section and we browsed. That particular day Target was clearancing out a bunch of their pillows and I was super excited for that!!! Mostly because I hate paying full price for ANYTHING, but also because I wasn't sure to begin with how much a pillow would cost, but since my mom could make them, they better be cheap.
Right?
Right.
Ok, so I found my pillow clearanced for something like $4 and I was definitely feeling pretty good about that. Except it's one of those super fluffy ones that no way no how can you actually sleep on and feel comfortable. It doesn't deflate, it's not a feather pillow and it's already warm. Before you even lay your head on it, it's already warm.
But I thought I could sleep on it at the very least.
And when pregnancy is over it can be transformed into the guest pillow.
Ha! :)
But while we were there I got to thinking about Zach. And how much I love him... blah blah blah... and how he would appreciate another pillow too. In fact, if I came home with one for just myself, he was bound to get jealous and send me back to Target for one anyway! :)
So I knew I couldn't buy him one like mine. I mean, for the above mentioned reasons. SO I kept browsing and we walked to the other end of the aisle where the fancy pillows are kept.
And by that of course I mean the feather, cold pillows. And they were glorious!!!! All of them feather. Moldable. Cold. It was fantastic.
They even had Clearance Stickers on them.
I knew they would be more than $4 but... Not much more right????
WRONG.
The pillow that I found for Zach was $25!!!!!!!! For a pillow!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What???
That is just robbery folks.
So, I did the most logical thing, threw it rather roughly back onto the pile and stormed away.
But then I got to thinking about it as an investment for better sleep and I'm not really going to have to buy a whole lot of these... plus Zach would REALLY appreciate it. And so forth and so on.
So I went back and I put it in the cart to just you know, walk around with it for a little bit... just to see how I felt about it when we got closer to the check out.
Does anybody else do that???
I do it all the time.
Cashiers probably hate me and all my, "Um, I decided I didn't want these" hand-offs.
Surprisingly though, by the time I got to the check-out I had actually convinced myself the pillow was worth it!!!!
So, we did some other shopping and came home and I set my new pillow up and then Zach's and then I paced the room for like 20 minutes regretting my decision and then eventually Zach came home and I immediately made him take a shower and then forced him to try the pillow from every single angle just to make sure that he liked it otherwise I was for SURE taking it back.
But no, he loved it and was super excited about it.
Well, until I told him the price and then he went, "YOU PAID HOW MUCH FOR A PILLOW????"
And I was like, "I KNOW!!!!!!!!! So if you even think you don't like it or there is something better out there you tell me right this very second."
He calmed down and went through the same arguments I did but in the end decided he wanted to keep it.
So, there it sits on our bed to this day.
The problem is. I am having a seriously hard time getting over this price tag!! I'm not even kidding. When I make the bed, I subconsciously make it the center piece of the bed every day.
And. On Saturday night, Zach had his brother and his brother's best friend over to play this new computer game they are all into. Yep, they still think they're fifteen. They drink Mountain Dew and stay up until 3AM just playing this game together....
It's... I don't even known what it is...
But the point is, I went to bed hours earlier and took full advantage of the empty bed, burrowing into all the pillows and setting up my "nest" as Zach calls it.
Oh by the way, the $4 pillow I bought is WAY too fluffy to be a wedge so it's turned into a back-problem solver and goes between my knees....
Anyway, so I pulled one of Zach's pillows over to use it as a make-shift wedge, but then I couldn't fall asleep because I kept thinking about the $25 price tag and how it's too expensive to be used as a wedge!!! It should only be used for the head. And a clean head at that.
So I swapped pillows.
But then the last couple mornings, after Zach has gotten out of bed and I stretch out to both sides, I keep waking up thinking about that darn pillow and how I better treat it right since it was so darn expensive.
What is wrong with me?????
It's just a pillow.
For goodness sakes.
In the very beginning of all this, I actually thought I might go back and buy myself one.
Now I see that would be impossible. I would never be able to get any sleep and all I would ever dream about would be price tags!!
I'm just going to ask my mom if she can make me another one.... I seem to adjust better that way!!
I'm way too scatter-brained for my own good!!!
And I blame it on the Preggo-ADD... I can't even pay attention to a book. Like, seriously, I'll be reading a page and then get distracted and close the book and get on the internet and then think, Why in the world am I on the internet?? Let's see... What was I doing... Oh yeah, reading. And then I'll go back to reading for three seconds and then get up and remember I need to pick something off the floor... And then I just wander in circles for hours, never getting anything actually accomplished.
It's a terrible way to live.
But today, I am DETERMINED to have focus.
Especially since I'm basically paying for it.
Not basically... I'm Literally paying for it.
My summer time nanny starts today!!! Woo Hoo!!!!
And I call her a nanny because I want to sound fancy, but really she is a high school girl just putting in a couple hours during the week so I can have some focus.
I NEED focus.
Have I said that already???
I need it so desperately I'm actually willing to pay a babysitter. I mean that is SERIOUSLY saying something.
If you only knew how cheap I really was, you would be blown away.
And not just cheap.
But how utterly poor we used to be.... That in itself says a lot!
I mean, I am Queen of the $5 A Meal-Weekly Meal Plans. Yep, $5 for dinner for a family of five. Pretty cheap. I reuse ziplocs. You can wash those babies right out with soap and water and everything. And if you want them to dry you can just stick them to your wall while they're a little wet and it works like a charm. (That's an old Missionary Trick.) I have never bought new towels. Not ever.
We got some for our wedding and the kids have been given some as babies over the years or as gifts and so I have never bought towels or wash towels or dish towels or anything!!
And we NEED new towels. And new washclothes... But I just can't bring myself to buy them.
I've only been married seven years. What's the rush??? :)
Oh.
And.
I bought something last week that I splurged on and now I can't get over it!!! The price tag is literally haunting me in my sleep!!!!!!
Ok. So I am in desperate need of a Pregnancy Wedge. This is one of those things that I feel like we can afford now. Although, it feels like a MAJOR luxury item and I've been able to get through three other pregnancies without one, but I definitely need it this time around.
My back is KILLING me. Not that it hasn't before, but also, I am finding I need all my other pillows to help me get into varying other positions. Comfort is like my white unicorn at this point in my term. I can't find it. It's a myth I am not sure I believe in anymore. I'm either having disgusting hot flashes and sweating my face off OR I am miserable in bed dreaming about this wedge.
Which I can't find.
In fact, today, I have to run over to the school and pay my last months tuition which I have completely forgotten about. Oops. And the grocery store because we are out of milk and that is just awful. For people who don't drink very much milk, running out of it is sure a pain in the eyeball. AND. We need fruit.
Anyway. I'm also making a special trip to Target for two things. A Fan. Like an industrial strength size one I can carry from room to room with me. And. A Nursing Wedge.
Zach told me on Friday I look like I have a GIANT EGG inside of me.
And I forgot for a second why I love him.... :)
Just kidding.
Where was I?? I told you... focus....
Oh. So, I want this wedge and Lindsay told me about the nursing one at Target. So last Friday, I took the kiddos with me to Target where we had a bunch of random stuff to get and some returns to make and then we looked for this Wedge.
They didn't have one.
I almost cried.
But, it was in a smaller Target... Not a Super Target, so I am just hoping, beyond hoping that if I try a different one I will find it.
But at the time, I thought, I'll just buy another pillow. that will work. I was planning on spending $20 for this nursing wedge, so maybe I can even buy Zach a pillow since he is always complaining about the ones we have.
Ok, see, our pillow situation is like this. I brought ALL of them into the marriage. He maybe, maybe.... brought one pillow into our lives and I think one of the kids is using his old one. But I am a bit obsessed with pillows. And I always have been. We have eight on our bed right now and those came from me. From when I was single.
And the best part is, is that they are all old-fashioned feather pillows!!!! I am in love with them.
My mom made some of them. Some of them have gone literally ALL over the world with me (Because I travel with my own of course.) and some of them I've had since childhood and were literally like passed down in the family from like my grandparents.
And they are perfect.
They are the cold kind of pillows. The ones that are ALWAYS cold. And they look super fluffy but when we snuggle into them they deflate and mold to your body perfectly. Which is why you need so many...
Anyway, Zach can't stand them! Well, what we've worked out has been fine for him. Because he went through them and found the least-like-feather-pillows he could...
So anyway, I had never bought a new pillow before. Honestly, in my naive-sheltered life of growing up, I honestly believed, truly ,truly this is not an exaggeration, I honestly believed that everyone's mom made their own pillows. I didn't even know you could buy pillows in a store until after I was married.
True Story.
Of course, I had never really thought long and hard about it before... But. Anyway.
So, I meandered with the kidlets over to the pillow section and we browsed. That particular day Target was clearancing out a bunch of their pillows and I was super excited for that!!! Mostly because I hate paying full price for ANYTHING, but also because I wasn't sure to begin with how much a pillow would cost, but since my mom could make them, they better be cheap.
Right?
Right.
Ok, so I found my pillow clearanced for something like $4 and I was definitely feeling pretty good about that. Except it's one of those super fluffy ones that no way no how can you actually sleep on and feel comfortable. It doesn't deflate, it's not a feather pillow and it's already warm. Before you even lay your head on it, it's already warm.
But I thought I could sleep on it at the very least.
And when pregnancy is over it can be transformed into the guest pillow.
Ha! :)
But while we were there I got to thinking about Zach. And how much I love him... blah blah blah... and how he would appreciate another pillow too. In fact, if I came home with one for just myself, he was bound to get jealous and send me back to Target for one anyway! :)
So I knew I couldn't buy him one like mine. I mean, for the above mentioned reasons. SO I kept browsing and we walked to the other end of the aisle where the fancy pillows are kept.
And by that of course I mean the feather, cold pillows. And they were glorious!!!! All of them feather. Moldable. Cold. It was fantastic.
They even had Clearance Stickers on them.
I knew they would be more than $4 but... Not much more right????
WRONG.
The pillow that I found for Zach was $25!!!!!!!! For a pillow!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What???
That is just robbery folks.
So, I did the most logical thing, threw it rather roughly back onto the pile and stormed away.
But then I got to thinking about it as an investment for better sleep and I'm not really going to have to buy a whole lot of these... plus Zach would REALLY appreciate it. And so forth and so on.
So I went back and I put it in the cart to just you know, walk around with it for a little bit... just to see how I felt about it when we got closer to the check out.
Does anybody else do that???
I do it all the time.
Cashiers probably hate me and all my, "Um, I decided I didn't want these" hand-offs.
Surprisingly though, by the time I got to the check-out I had actually convinced myself the pillow was worth it!!!!
So, we did some other shopping and came home and I set my new pillow up and then Zach's and then I paced the room for like 20 minutes regretting my decision and then eventually Zach came home and I immediately made him take a shower and then forced him to try the pillow from every single angle just to make sure that he liked it otherwise I was for SURE taking it back.
But no, he loved it and was super excited about it.
Well, until I told him the price and then he went, "YOU PAID HOW MUCH FOR A PILLOW????"
And I was like, "I KNOW!!!!!!!!! So if you even think you don't like it or there is something better out there you tell me right this very second."
He calmed down and went through the same arguments I did but in the end decided he wanted to keep it.
So, there it sits on our bed to this day.
The problem is. I am having a seriously hard time getting over this price tag!! I'm not even kidding. When I make the bed, I subconsciously make it the center piece of the bed every day.
And. On Saturday night, Zach had his brother and his brother's best friend over to play this new computer game they are all into. Yep, they still think they're fifteen. They drink Mountain Dew and stay up until 3AM just playing this game together....
It's... I don't even known what it is...
But the point is, I went to bed hours earlier and took full advantage of the empty bed, burrowing into all the pillows and setting up my "nest" as Zach calls it.
Oh by the way, the $4 pillow I bought is WAY too fluffy to be a wedge so it's turned into a back-problem solver and goes between my knees....
Anyway, so I pulled one of Zach's pillows over to use it as a make-shift wedge, but then I couldn't fall asleep because I kept thinking about the $25 price tag and how it's too expensive to be used as a wedge!!! It should only be used for the head. And a clean head at that.
So I swapped pillows.
But then the last couple mornings, after Zach has gotten out of bed and I stretch out to both sides, I keep waking up thinking about that darn pillow and how I better treat it right since it was so darn expensive.
What is wrong with me?????
It's just a pillow.
For goodness sakes.
In the very beginning of all this, I actually thought I might go back and buy myself one.
Now I see that would be impossible. I would never be able to get any sleep and all I would ever dream about would be price tags!!
I'm just going to ask my mom if she can make me another one.... I seem to adjust better that way!!
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Back to Life, Back to Reality
Alright world. I'm resurfacing.
As in, back in to the Internet-World I go.
So maybe I should say, Goodbye World, I'm leaving....
I don't know.
But what I do know is that all of a sudden I have split personalities and I cannot juggle both on a day to day basis. Meaning, either I am Writer-Rachel that can keep up with the Internet and all the demands of Social Media. OR. I am Mommy-Housewife-Rachel where I fulfill my duties of motherhood and wifedom and forget the Internet ever existed outside of online shopping.
PS. If you're a Totsy fan. And your girls have American girls. They're running Dolly and Me Specials!!!! This was very exciting to me because I have been looking everywhere for matching pajama sets for my girls and their new dolls but I didn't want to pay an arm and a leg.
Literally, I considered bartering my right arm and left leg. In the end.... I found Totsy. Whew. Close call....
Anyway, I found sets cheap on their. And now I have something to make the girlies work for until they come in the mail. Yep, I'm that mom. And I haven't found a better way for them to keep their room clean.
If anyone has any ideas.... I'm currently considering reading a parenting book. Just to get my children to clean their room properly.
Although I know it's more of a mix of me being extremely OCD when it comes to cleaning and them being 5 and 3. Don't judge me.
Also. Don't recommend BabyWise because apparently that's a big issue these days... Yikes!!!!
As if I could stick to a schedule anyway! Ha!!!
Anyway, where was I????
Oh, so now that we are officially on Summer Vacay and the Dance year is on a break. Ha. Just kidding. We get the week off. A WEEK.
Plus today I'm calling about gymnastics.
Yes, school is out so I decided to fill up all that space with gymnastics....
But here is the thing. Stella wants to learn to do a cartwheel. And I'm sure as holy hades NOT the one to teach her in all my ginormous pregnant glory!!!!
I'm pulling in a professional for this one.
There are other reasons too. Like I'm afraid Scarlett will pick up on Stella's apprehension for anything semi-dangerous and lose her fearlessness.
So we're getting that child in as many dangerous-opportunities as possible.
This week Gymnastics. Next week Motorcross.
JUST KIDDING!! I truthfully, don't even know what Motorcross is.... It could be raising kittens for all I know! Except I really want to go with my gut and say it has something to do with motorized bikes and a dirt track... I think there was a Disney Movie about it once.
:)
Anyway, I'm in full-on writing mode now. Which I know is what I've been saying for weeks now... But let's get real, life got in the way. Like WAY in the way. Not to mention this baby is making me completely brain dead. COMPLETELY.
In fact these June releases might be the most confusing things you've ever read. Thank the Lord for Jenn Nunez!!!!! She'll save you guys, don't worry.
But first things first, I need to get all the Star-Crossed Books up and for sale on Create Space.
Oh, PLUS Endless is available for sale on the NOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yay!!! Just in time for me to take it down and put up an updated copy of it!!! :) But I'll go a different route this time around No worries. I will NEVER do it that way again!!!!!!
I want to chit chat about Recital and how amazing my kiddos did but it will have to wait until another day! It's time to get to work. And I mean that. I might even turn off my internet for a while. Things have got to get done.
So I guess now I'm living in the inbetween worlds of interacting with humanity and interacting with the Internet world. My entire existence might just come into questions. But don't worry about me. I'll just be typing frantically away at this here computer.
Or asleep on the keyboard.
Either one.
As in, back in to the Internet-World I go.
So maybe I should say, Goodbye World, I'm leaving....
I don't know.
But what I do know is that all of a sudden I have split personalities and I cannot juggle both on a day to day basis. Meaning, either I am Writer-Rachel that can keep up with the Internet and all the demands of Social Media. OR. I am Mommy-Housewife-Rachel where I fulfill my duties of motherhood and wifedom and forget the Internet ever existed outside of online shopping.
PS. If you're a Totsy fan. And your girls have American girls. They're running Dolly and Me Specials!!!! This was very exciting to me because I have been looking everywhere for matching pajama sets for my girls and their new dolls but I didn't want to pay an arm and a leg.
Literally, I considered bartering my right arm and left leg. In the end.... I found Totsy. Whew. Close call....
Anyway, I found sets cheap on their. And now I have something to make the girlies work for until they come in the mail. Yep, I'm that mom. And I haven't found a better way for them to keep their room clean.
If anyone has any ideas.... I'm currently considering reading a parenting book. Just to get my children to clean their room properly.
Although I know it's more of a mix of me being extremely OCD when it comes to cleaning and them being 5 and 3. Don't judge me.
Also. Don't recommend BabyWise because apparently that's a big issue these days... Yikes!!!!
As if I could stick to a schedule anyway! Ha!!!
Anyway, where was I????
Oh, so now that we are officially on Summer Vacay and the Dance year is on a break. Ha. Just kidding. We get the week off. A WEEK.
Plus today I'm calling about gymnastics.
Yes, school is out so I decided to fill up all that space with gymnastics....
But here is the thing. Stella wants to learn to do a cartwheel. And I'm sure as holy hades NOT the one to teach her in all my ginormous pregnant glory!!!!
I'm pulling in a professional for this one.
There are other reasons too. Like I'm afraid Scarlett will pick up on Stella's apprehension for anything semi-dangerous and lose her fearlessness.
So we're getting that child in as many dangerous-opportunities as possible.
This week Gymnastics. Next week Motorcross.
JUST KIDDING!! I truthfully, don't even know what Motorcross is.... It could be raising kittens for all I know! Except I really want to go with my gut and say it has something to do with motorized bikes and a dirt track... I think there was a Disney Movie about it once.
:)
Anyway, I'm in full-on writing mode now. Which I know is what I've been saying for weeks now... But let's get real, life got in the way. Like WAY in the way. Not to mention this baby is making me completely brain dead. COMPLETELY.
In fact these June releases might be the most confusing things you've ever read. Thank the Lord for Jenn Nunez!!!!! She'll save you guys, don't worry.
But first things first, I need to get all the Star-Crossed Books up and for sale on Create Space.
Oh, PLUS Endless is available for sale on the NOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yay!!! Just in time for me to take it down and put up an updated copy of it!!! :) But I'll go a different route this time around No worries. I will NEVER do it that way again!!!!!!
I want to chit chat about Recital and how amazing my kiddos did but it will have to wait until another day! It's time to get to work. And I mean that. I might even turn off my internet for a while. Things have got to get done.
So I guess now I'm living in the inbetween worlds of interacting with humanity and interacting with the Internet world. My entire existence might just come into questions. But don't worry about me. I'll just be typing frantically away at this here computer.
Or asleep on the keyboard.
Either one.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Slammed
My face is puffy. Like really, really, really puffy.
My eyes are all swollen.
My lips are all swollen.
My throat hurts...
This can only mean one thing: I stayed up until 2AM last night balling my eyes out!!!!!!!
Ok, and if we're going to be honest, this week has been a tad emotional for me.
More than a tad. It's a bit on the rough side of everything that makes my heart hurt. (More on that in a minute, because even though this week is rough, it is not the reason I was up until 2 in the morning crying...)
And if we're going to be honest. I am really pregnant. And could possibly be considered emotionally unstable at this point.
I cried yesterday when I was telling Zach a story about Scarlett.
He asked me if I was crying.
So I lied and yawned and told him I was yawning.
There wasn't even a reason to cry. My eyes were just leaking fluid....
I can't control my emotions anymore! I have a Dental Consultation today and I'm very, very afraid it will bring me to tears. Somewhere between promising that I take the BEST care of my teeth and they are still like this and arguing with them on my theory that bad teeth are IN FACT genetic... (No dentist believes my by the way....) I will shed tears and prove just how irrational and emotionally debilitated I really am.
Thanks to this baby.
:)
But last night's tears might have happened pre-pregnancy. They might have happened post-pregnancy. I can't really say. I do know they definitely happened DURING pregnancy.
And for good reason.
There is this book that has been recommended to me over and over and over. And not just by Amazon... No by people I really trust. My editor, one of my dearest author friends, other Indies I know are singing the praise! Plus, I kind of adore the author that wrote it, even though we're not besties yet, I'm sure it's only a matter of time!!! :)
But right now, in this two-book-writing-frenzy in the middle of the craziest spring of my life I just don't have time to read.
I wish I did.
But I don't.
And so I haven't been. In fact, there is a book that is seriously on the top of my TBR List that I have been dying to get to!!! Ahem, Chance Encounters by J. Sterling....
And so I pushed this book, thinking I would get to it after my June releases. Except then.... I knew I would have another set of releases coming up. And after that more. And I really need to start spacing my deadlines out better!!!!
But last night I had TWO live author chats. Two of them!!
Do you know why I had two of them??? Because I definitely got the times mixed up in my muddled brain... Yep, I promo'd a Live Chat for 8-9, which was really happening from 6-7... I'm awesome. Or confused... Seriously, seriously confused...
Like the kind of confused people talk about when their grandparent gets Dementia....
So, anyway, I think it actually worked out really, really well in the end. After I got over the initial horror of being a complete and utter airhead!!! And after Zach had a seriously hard, long laugh.
He was like, Rachel, we're EARLIER than the East Coast.
And I'm like theoretically I know that.
Apparently in practice, I forget... I mean, I just get a little confused. (It sounds like someone's about to ship me off to a Memory Support Center doesn't it???)
Anyway, after two of those experiences and having the best time, I was honestly exhausted!!!!
It wore me out!!! My head was spinning like crazy!!!
So, I sat down on the couch and opened the Fire and found Slammed by Colleen Hoover. I had read the first chapter, so I decided to just read a little bit more.
I had also already cried during the first chapter, and I wasn't even all that emotionally involved yet....
But the whole premise of the book is that the main characters dad has just died.
Yep, that will get me every single time. Someone's dad dies. I cry. Someone's dad almost dies. I cry. It's just what happens.
Anyway, I got SO wrapped up in the book I stayed up to finish it. Balling my eyes out the ENTIRE way!!!! Zach went to bed, the kids stayed silent in their slumber and I cried. And cried. And cried.
It's a beautiful book. And I really mean that. Absolutely beautiful.
There are these heart-wrenching, moving, gorgeous poems throughout. The book reinforced my love for the Avett Brothers. And each story, primary or secondary throughout the book caught me... moved me...
Fantastic read.
I so highly recommend it.
And I cannot say enough good things about it. And you probably won't cry like I did!!! Don't let the tears scare you off. Remember?? Emotionally leaking over here!!!!
That being said... This was the WRONG week to read it!!!
Oh this week.
It was hard to watch my dear family celebrate Mother's Day without my cousin Bobbi. It was really hard to watch her young children carry on through life, celebrating with their family without her. Sometimes life is put sharply into focus when those that mean so much to you have to approach something so "normal" differently. When a generally happy day means heartache and pain for those that you love.
That was hard.
And it's been getting harder. The more time passes from when she was with us, the harder it gets.
It's also been hard to watch as one of my lovely dance moms faces one of the hardest times of her life. Her father is dying, her sister-in-law is suddenly riddled with healthy problems, her sister has a tricky pregnancy that has to be constantly monitored and last night her niece of that same sister had to be life-flighted to a different town because her body was just shutting down. Just out of the blue, she was sick and in a lot of medical trouble. It's hard to watch as someone you care about has to suffer through that. But mostly my heart is breaking for her! And if you think about her and her family, please pray, their cup is full. Oh. So. Full.
But the hardest this week. The hardest reality to face is approaching recital without Joey.
Honestly, let's be really honest, I didn't know him super well. I mean, I did to an extent. I saw him three days a week. There was a friendship there. I respected him. Enjoyed his company. Laughed with him. Trusted him with my children and not just in class, but with their future. I was shaken, just like most of our dance community, by his death.
And I knew moving on would be hard.
But I didn't expect this kind of hard.
And I really, really didn't expect this kind of hard for my kids.
Competition Season brought back all kinds of memories of Joey and laughing, stressing, poking fun at the crazy side of the dance mom world.
But it's nothing compared to the connection Joey shared with Recital. (Probably because I only went through One competition season with him and several Recitals.)
So here I am sorting through my own emotions over the whole thing, and really just missing Joey and the light and ease he brought to our studio.
The skill he taught with. The perfection he demanded. Even from four year olds. :)
His good sense of humor.
And then my children come again and shake me to my core.
Last Saturday, we spent the morning at the studio, just like every other Saturday and then we had some things to pick up at Target. Well, the kidlets were STARVING, as they usually are after a morning of dance and so we picked up a quick and easy lunch in the Target Cafe.
I know. We're classy folks.
But I could order whilst Stryker stayed strapped in the cart. So for me that is one seriously IDEAL situation.
Anyway, we sat down and were eating talking about this week. Stella finishing up the school year on Wednesday and then on Saturday we finish up the dance year.
Not that we get the summer off or anything, mind you... Oh no! But, technically the year is over.
So we were talking about Recital and how many dances they are both in and what the day would be like and Scarlett, my little three year old Scarlett who I was certain had all but forgotten about Joey, says, "But mommy, Joey won't be there, he's in heaven with Jesus...."
I think I mumbled something like, "That's right honey...." while I tried to process how much of an impact someone would have to make on a two-year-old-at-the-time for her to remember him so long after the fact.
We fell silent for a few seconds when Stella looked up from her gross microwaved macaroni and cheese and said, "Mommy, I miss Joey."
And I said, "I know honey, I miss him too."
And Stella said, "No mommy, I really miss Joey. I want him to come back and teach me again."
And as I was about to respond to her broken little heart while her eyes filled with tears, Scarlett spoke up, comforting her sister and said, "Don't worry Stella, we'll see him again when we go to heaven!"
And if I wasn't already on the brink of tears....
Stella replied with, "But I don't want to wait that long, I miss him NOW!"
Yeah, I'm sure it's perfectly normal for a mother of three and hugely pregnant to breakdown in the middle of Target.... The security cameras probably didn't even think twice about it! I know the grumpy old man a table away did his best to ignore us.
But really, truly, I was heartbroken all over again for my kids. My children that I thought moved on.
And not in a callous way, but in a they're-way-too-young-to-really-be-affected kind of way....
Plus, my girls are not like the other girls in their class. They are NEVER overly-affectionate with anyone!!! The other kids in their class will talk to Fran(Joey's mom who still runs reception and owns the studio now and is there daily) about Joey and hug her and interact with her. My kids are way too shy. They just kind of smile and nod when she talks to them.
They're like that with EVERYBODY. They are total hide-behind-mommy's-skirt kind of kids.
And that's how they were with Joey. I knew Stella loved Joey's class but it wasn't like she was ever going to tell him that.
So I was floored by their heartache. I really was. And it both makes this week so much harder and so much more special.
There were t-shirts made for recital and they have a picture of Joey dancing on them and the girls TREASURE those shirts. They really do. And they treasure their time spent with Joey and their memories of him. Memories that they cling to and are apparently going to be around for a while.
So anyway, as we head toward Saturday and what is surely to be a very emotional weekend at the studio, Slammed was actually exactly what I needed.
I cried.
A lot.
But better to get it out now.
No, better to just get it out. I wasn't allowing myself to cry like that before since I'm already so over the top emotional. But I did need that.
And I can hide under the pretense of a great story and feel better about myself!!! :)
Sorry to dump on you. I didn't actually mean to share all that.... But Joey deserves a tribute. And my heart is filled that my children can be part of it.
My eyes are all swollen.
My lips are all swollen.
My throat hurts...
This can only mean one thing: I stayed up until 2AM last night balling my eyes out!!!!!!!
Ok, and if we're going to be honest, this week has been a tad emotional for me.
More than a tad. It's a bit on the rough side of everything that makes my heart hurt. (More on that in a minute, because even though this week is rough, it is not the reason I was up until 2 in the morning crying...)
And if we're going to be honest. I am really pregnant. And could possibly be considered emotionally unstable at this point.
I cried yesterday when I was telling Zach a story about Scarlett.
He asked me if I was crying.
So I lied and yawned and told him I was yawning.
There wasn't even a reason to cry. My eyes were just leaking fluid....
I can't control my emotions anymore! I have a Dental Consultation today and I'm very, very afraid it will bring me to tears. Somewhere between promising that I take the BEST care of my teeth and they are still like this and arguing with them on my theory that bad teeth are IN FACT genetic... (No dentist believes my by the way....) I will shed tears and prove just how irrational and emotionally debilitated I really am.
Thanks to this baby.
:)
But last night's tears might have happened pre-pregnancy. They might have happened post-pregnancy. I can't really say. I do know they definitely happened DURING pregnancy.
And for good reason.
There is this book that has been recommended to me over and over and over. And not just by Amazon... No by people I really trust. My editor, one of my dearest author friends, other Indies I know are singing the praise! Plus, I kind of adore the author that wrote it, even though we're not besties yet, I'm sure it's only a matter of time!!! :)
But right now, in this two-book-writing-frenzy in the middle of the craziest spring of my life I just don't have time to read.
I wish I did.
But I don't.
And so I haven't been. In fact, there is a book that is seriously on the top of my TBR List that I have been dying to get to!!! Ahem, Chance Encounters by J. Sterling....
And so I pushed this book, thinking I would get to it after my June releases. Except then.... I knew I would have another set of releases coming up. And after that more. And I really need to start spacing my deadlines out better!!!!
But last night I had TWO live author chats. Two of them!!
Do you know why I had two of them??? Because I definitely got the times mixed up in my muddled brain... Yep, I promo'd a Live Chat for 8-9, which was really happening from 6-7... I'm awesome. Or confused... Seriously, seriously confused...
Like the kind of confused people talk about when their grandparent gets Dementia....
So, anyway, I think it actually worked out really, really well in the end. After I got over the initial horror of being a complete and utter airhead!!! And after Zach had a seriously hard, long laugh.
He was like, Rachel, we're EARLIER than the East Coast.
And I'm like theoretically I know that.
Apparently in practice, I forget... I mean, I just get a little confused. (It sounds like someone's about to ship me off to a Memory Support Center doesn't it???)
Anyway, after two of those experiences and having the best time, I was honestly exhausted!!!!
It wore me out!!! My head was spinning like crazy!!!
So, I sat down on the couch and opened the Fire and found Slammed by Colleen Hoover. I had read the first chapter, so I decided to just read a little bit more.
I had also already cried during the first chapter, and I wasn't even all that emotionally involved yet....
But the whole premise of the book is that the main characters dad has just died.
Yep, that will get me every single time. Someone's dad dies. I cry. Someone's dad almost dies. I cry. It's just what happens.
Anyway, I got SO wrapped up in the book I stayed up to finish it. Balling my eyes out the ENTIRE way!!!! Zach went to bed, the kids stayed silent in their slumber and I cried. And cried. And cried.
It's a beautiful book. And I really mean that. Absolutely beautiful.
There are these heart-wrenching, moving, gorgeous poems throughout. The book reinforced my love for the Avett Brothers. And each story, primary or secondary throughout the book caught me... moved me...
Fantastic read.
I so highly recommend it.
And I cannot say enough good things about it. And you probably won't cry like I did!!! Don't let the tears scare you off. Remember?? Emotionally leaking over here!!!!
That being said... This was the WRONG week to read it!!!
Oh this week.
It was hard to watch my dear family celebrate Mother's Day without my cousin Bobbi. It was really hard to watch her young children carry on through life, celebrating with their family without her. Sometimes life is put sharply into focus when those that mean so much to you have to approach something so "normal" differently. When a generally happy day means heartache and pain for those that you love.
That was hard.
And it's been getting harder. The more time passes from when she was with us, the harder it gets.
It's also been hard to watch as one of my lovely dance moms faces one of the hardest times of her life. Her father is dying, her sister-in-law is suddenly riddled with healthy problems, her sister has a tricky pregnancy that has to be constantly monitored and last night her niece of that same sister had to be life-flighted to a different town because her body was just shutting down. Just out of the blue, she was sick and in a lot of medical trouble. It's hard to watch as someone you care about has to suffer through that. But mostly my heart is breaking for her! And if you think about her and her family, please pray, their cup is full. Oh. So. Full.
But the hardest this week. The hardest reality to face is approaching recital without Joey.
Honestly, let's be really honest, I didn't know him super well. I mean, I did to an extent. I saw him three days a week. There was a friendship there. I respected him. Enjoyed his company. Laughed with him. Trusted him with my children and not just in class, but with their future. I was shaken, just like most of our dance community, by his death.
And I knew moving on would be hard.
But I didn't expect this kind of hard.
And I really, really didn't expect this kind of hard for my kids.
Competition Season brought back all kinds of memories of Joey and laughing, stressing, poking fun at the crazy side of the dance mom world.
But it's nothing compared to the connection Joey shared with Recital. (Probably because I only went through One competition season with him and several Recitals.)
So here I am sorting through my own emotions over the whole thing, and really just missing Joey and the light and ease he brought to our studio.
The skill he taught with. The perfection he demanded. Even from four year olds. :)
His good sense of humor.
And then my children come again and shake me to my core.
Last Saturday, we spent the morning at the studio, just like every other Saturday and then we had some things to pick up at Target. Well, the kidlets were STARVING, as they usually are after a morning of dance and so we picked up a quick and easy lunch in the Target Cafe.
I know. We're classy folks.
But I could order whilst Stryker stayed strapped in the cart. So for me that is one seriously IDEAL situation.
Anyway, we sat down and were eating talking about this week. Stella finishing up the school year on Wednesday and then on Saturday we finish up the dance year.
Not that we get the summer off or anything, mind you... Oh no! But, technically the year is over.
So we were talking about Recital and how many dances they are both in and what the day would be like and Scarlett, my little three year old Scarlett who I was certain had all but forgotten about Joey, says, "But mommy, Joey won't be there, he's in heaven with Jesus...."
I think I mumbled something like, "That's right honey...." while I tried to process how much of an impact someone would have to make on a two-year-old-at-the-time for her to remember him so long after the fact.
We fell silent for a few seconds when Stella looked up from her gross microwaved macaroni and cheese and said, "Mommy, I miss Joey."
And I said, "I know honey, I miss him too."
And Stella said, "No mommy, I really miss Joey. I want him to come back and teach me again."
And as I was about to respond to her broken little heart while her eyes filled with tears, Scarlett spoke up, comforting her sister and said, "Don't worry Stella, we'll see him again when we go to heaven!"
And if I wasn't already on the brink of tears....
Stella replied with, "But I don't want to wait that long, I miss him NOW!"
Yeah, I'm sure it's perfectly normal for a mother of three and hugely pregnant to breakdown in the middle of Target.... The security cameras probably didn't even think twice about it! I know the grumpy old man a table away did his best to ignore us.
But really, truly, I was heartbroken all over again for my kids. My children that I thought moved on.
And not in a callous way, but in a they're-way-too-young-to-really-be-affected kind of way....
Plus, my girls are not like the other girls in their class. They are NEVER overly-affectionate with anyone!!! The other kids in their class will talk to Fran(Joey's mom who still runs reception and owns the studio now and is there daily) about Joey and hug her and interact with her. My kids are way too shy. They just kind of smile and nod when she talks to them.
They're like that with EVERYBODY. They are total hide-behind-mommy's-skirt kind of kids.
And that's how they were with Joey. I knew Stella loved Joey's class but it wasn't like she was ever going to tell him that.
So I was floored by their heartache. I really was. And it both makes this week so much harder and so much more special.
There were t-shirts made for recital and they have a picture of Joey dancing on them and the girls TREASURE those shirts. They really do. And they treasure their time spent with Joey and their memories of him. Memories that they cling to and are apparently going to be around for a while.
So anyway, as we head toward Saturday and what is surely to be a very emotional weekend at the studio, Slammed was actually exactly what I needed.
I cried.
A lot.
But better to get it out now.
No, better to just get it out. I wasn't allowing myself to cry like that before since I'm already so over the top emotional. But I did need that.
And I can hide under the pretense of a great story and feel better about myself!!! :)
Sorry to dump on you. I didn't actually mean to share all that.... But Joey deserves a tribute. And my heart is filled that my children can be part of it.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Mommy Wars
First of all, Please don't forget about the Live Chat I'm doing tonight from 8-7pm!!!
We'll have a really good time and just talk about... well, whatever you want to!!
If it were up to me, we'd discuss the season finale of the Vampire Diaries..!!! What Happened????
Let's start with the fact that my TV watching has dwindled down to Two shows that are now over for the season. Justified. And. The Vampire Diaries.
I DVR a bunch of other shows, but those are the only ones I don't have a million episodes waiting for me.
So before I say anything that will get me into trouble, I should tell you that I LOVE the Vampire Diaries. Love it.
Damen.
Yes please.
But.
Why couldn't Stephan just unbuckle Elena and let her swim to the top???? OR. Why couldn't he carry them both??? He's a vampire. With super strength. For goodness sakes....
Plus, with all that time spent arguing underwater, I really felt like unbuckling the both of them, grabbing them each by the collar of their shirt and forcing them upwards really would have solved a WHOLE bunch of problems.
Plus. Jeremy says that if Rick is dead than Elena also must be.... But. Really. It's like one of those geometry questions.... (My mom is a geomotry teacher...) Rick could have died without Elena dying. Wasn't that the whole plan??? But if Elena would have shown up as a ghost than Jeremy could have said. Then Rick must be dead too.
Right???
I know I know I know. We're talking television drama here... It's not rocket science and I am really, really trying to let it go.
But it irks. me.
And Rick's death made me cry.
Although there aren't a lot of things these days that don't make me cry.... Third trimester is officially two weeks away.
But I think I've hit my stride a little bit early this time around.....
Mainly because I am so tired and exhausted this HAS to be the third, or we are going to be in seriously trouble if it actually gets worse.
Like as in, my liscense should probably be taken away until after the baby is born. And bedtime has just moved up to 7:30PM if we're lucky.
Sorry kidlets, you'll be putting yourselves to bed for the next three months, mommy has slipped into a pregnancy coma....
Speaking of the kiddos. Mother's Day was a fantastic day yesterday.
We spent the majority of the day just hanging out around the house and getting ready for our Mother's Day Dinner.
I got to spend time with each of the kiddos individually, which sometimes it feels like I never get one on one time with them.
But last week we bought a curling iron(I've never needed on before....) for Recital, so we practiced Recital Hair and I got each girl alone and still for a good forty minutes. It was really sweet.
Plus. They LOVED their hair.
It helps that the Hairspray I have now is AMAZING. (Thanks Lindsay!!!)
Zach spent the day grilling ribs and changing poopy diapers. And Then in the afternoon his family and my mom and our dearest friend and adopted... I don't know what to call her. She's more than an aunt, but not old enough to be a grandma!!! So our adopted... Katie came over and we celebrated being a mother.
Which really means that you do all the stuff mothers are supposed to do. Mother's Day is NOT a day off of being a mother. It's a day filled with extra motherhood...
There were still fights to break up. A house to pick up. Dinner to serve. Children to scold. Hug. And cuddle. There were still diapers to change(Although, I really did call a day off from the stinky ones!! :) There were teeth to brush and boo boos to kiss. And even dishes to do.
Although... The boys really did try to do the dishes. They gave it their best effort.
It's just that.... To be frank. My Dishwasher is not connected to a garbage disposal... Entire plates full of food just will NOT get clean unless you rinse them... And. There is a definite, concrete order to putting a dishwasher together! You can't just throw the dishes in there all willy nilly. I need order!!!
Ok...
Sorry....
I've been called somewhat of a Dishwasher Nazi.
Zach is usually afraid to go near the thing.
And I can't blame him....
Anyway, it was still a great day to remember the best things about being a mother, even with the worst things mixed in.
There was this incident... I'm calling it a "Drive-By-Scratching" and if Scarlett's forehead looks like she just crawled out of a Lion's Den on Picture Day for Recital this week... Stella might have to answer again for her transgressions...
:)
Just kidding.
We'll just make-up her face like we're trying out for Toddlers and Tiaras.
No worries.
If a spray tan is in order. So be it.
Haha!!! Just kidding!!!!!! Again....
Although to be fair, I do not judge the spray tan. Spray tan away.
Just don't take your child into a tanning bed with you.
That's where I draw the line!!!!
Except even then I feel bad saying something, just because of this whole Mommy Wars debate.. I think it's awful!!!
Between the Stay At Home Mom Vs. Working Mom Debate. To the Attachment Parenting Controversy on the cover of Time Magazine, I just hate it for moms everywhere!!!
Since when does the media get to pin mom against mom????
Aren't we all in this together??? Isn't there this universal understanding that being a mom is the absolute hardest job in the world and if we don't support each other, if we don't give one another the knowing eye across the grocery checkout lane and the sympathetic smile when it's not our child throwing an Oscar-worthy temper tantrum but some other poor mom in arms???
Debates wage on for the best way to raise your child. And sure, we all have our own opinions. We might even look down on other moms for their tactics and techniques, but at the end of the day, we give each other the benefit of the doubt because we are all doing the best that we can.
Save for those moms that make the headlines, sending us cringing to our children's bedsides where we wrap them up in our arms and promise to NEVER cook them in a microwave or drive them off a cliff... or whatever other craziness is out there.
The key to motherhood is doing the best job you can for your children. Whether that is working outside your home, devoting your life to raising your children in your home, or trying to manage both and working inside your home.
A friend of mine recently gave me this insight and I ADORE it. She said, "God has equipped each parent with the tools they need to raise their child. It is our responsibility to follow our instincts and raise our children with the best of intentions."
Isn't that encouraging???
I love that.
I love knowing that I already have the tools. I have access to the insight to do what's best already.
For me, I need to send my children to private school, I want my girls in dance because they adore it, I won't give them canned veggies and hormone-free-milk is our newest investment.
I know my decisions don't make sense to a LOT of people.
But they're my decisions.
And they're my children.
And the great part about being a mommy is that you don't have to do things identically with another mom to have an instant connection and lift each other up.
I have my five year old on a traveling competition team. I'm a stay at home mom and hire help. I seriously considered homeschool for a LOT of years. I am on my FOURTH kidlet.
None of those things could be true for you.
You probably, most likely, in all honesty think my dance world is craziness. Especially if you watch the reality shows... You might thing I'm awful for hiring help and not doing my job. Homeschooling might sound like torture to you when public school is more than fine. And four kids might sound like the seventh circle of hell.
But we are still moms. We still get up way to early and stumble around the kitchen in search of a semi-healthy breakfast. We still put up with temper tantrums and tears of plenty. We stay up for hours worrying about our children's futures and struggles and day to day problems. There are still countless teeth to brush, stains to scrub out, boo boos to kiss and fruits and veggies to push.
We really are in this together. And who's to say what is the best way to do it other than doing what's best for our kids???
Mommy Wars is disgusting to me. And shame on the media for giving it credence.
And shame on Time Magazine for making a nursing mother blush....
:)
PS. If you're wondering, I TOTALLY look that fabulous when I nurse. I mean, what woman doesn't????
Anyway, in light of Mother's Day and ALL of the hard work each and every one of us puts in, I say congratulations for making it this far, even if your baby is a day old. It's an accomplishment ladies. And know that you alone are your harshest critique. The rest of us are in this fight with you. And even if you get the stink eye across the restaurant, our tempter-tantrum time will come and we will be right along side you just doing the best job we can.
We'll have a really good time and just talk about... well, whatever you want to!!
If it were up to me, we'd discuss the season finale of the Vampire Diaries..!!! What Happened????
Let's start with the fact that my TV watching has dwindled down to Two shows that are now over for the season. Justified. And. The Vampire Diaries.
I DVR a bunch of other shows, but those are the only ones I don't have a million episodes waiting for me.
So before I say anything that will get me into trouble, I should tell you that I LOVE the Vampire Diaries. Love it.
Damen.
Yes please.
But.
Why couldn't Stephan just unbuckle Elena and let her swim to the top???? OR. Why couldn't he carry them both??? He's a vampire. With super strength. For goodness sakes....
Plus, with all that time spent arguing underwater, I really felt like unbuckling the both of them, grabbing them each by the collar of their shirt and forcing them upwards really would have solved a WHOLE bunch of problems.
Plus. Jeremy says that if Rick is dead than Elena also must be.... But. Really. It's like one of those geometry questions.... (My mom is a geomotry teacher...) Rick could have died without Elena dying. Wasn't that the whole plan??? But if Elena would have shown up as a ghost than Jeremy could have said. Then Rick must be dead too.
Right???
I know I know I know. We're talking television drama here... It's not rocket science and I am really, really trying to let it go.
But it irks. me.
And Rick's death made me cry.
Although there aren't a lot of things these days that don't make me cry.... Third trimester is officially two weeks away.
But I think I've hit my stride a little bit early this time around.....
Mainly because I am so tired and exhausted this HAS to be the third, or we are going to be in seriously trouble if it actually gets worse.
Like as in, my liscense should probably be taken away until after the baby is born. And bedtime has just moved up to 7:30PM if we're lucky.
Sorry kidlets, you'll be putting yourselves to bed for the next three months, mommy has slipped into a pregnancy coma....
Speaking of the kiddos. Mother's Day was a fantastic day yesterday.
We spent the majority of the day just hanging out around the house and getting ready for our Mother's Day Dinner.
I got to spend time with each of the kiddos individually, which sometimes it feels like I never get one on one time with them.
But last week we bought a curling iron(I've never needed on before....) for Recital, so we practiced Recital Hair and I got each girl alone and still for a good forty minutes. It was really sweet.
Plus. They LOVED their hair.
It helps that the Hairspray I have now is AMAZING. (Thanks Lindsay!!!)
Zach spent the day grilling ribs and changing poopy diapers. And Then in the afternoon his family and my mom and our dearest friend and adopted... I don't know what to call her. She's more than an aunt, but not old enough to be a grandma!!! So our adopted... Katie came over and we celebrated being a mother.
Which really means that you do all the stuff mothers are supposed to do. Mother's Day is NOT a day off of being a mother. It's a day filled with extra motherhood...
There were still fights to break up. A house to pick up. Dinner to serve. Children to scold. Hug. And cuddle. There were still diapers to change(Although, I really did call a day off from the stinky ones!! :) There were teeth to brush and boo boos to kiss. And even dishes to do.
Although... The boys really did try to do the dishes. They gave it their best effort.
It's just that.... To be frank. My Dishwasher is not connected to a garbage disposal... Entire plates full of food just will NOT get clean unless you rinse them... And. There is a definite, concrete order to putting a dishwasher together! You can't just throw the dishes in there all willy nilly. I need order!!!
Ok...
Sorry....
I've been called somewhat of a Dishwasher Nazi.
Zach is usually afraid to go near the thing.
And I can't blame him....
Anyway, it was still a great day to remember the best things about being a mother, even with the worst things mixed in.
There was this incident... I'm calling it a "Drive-By-Scratching" and if Scarlett's forehead looks like she just crawled out of a Lion's Den on Picture Day for Recital this week... Stella might have to answer again for her transgressions...
:)
Just kidding.
We'll just make-up her face like we're trying out for Toddlers and Tiaras.
No worries.
If a spray tan is in order. So be it.
Haha!!! Just kidding!!!!!! Again....
Although to be fair, I do not judge the spray tan. Spray tan away.
Just don't take your child into a tanning bed with you.
That's where I draw the line!!!!
Except even then I feel bad saying something, just because of this whole Mommy Wars debate.. I think it's awful!!!
Between the Stay At Home Mom Vs. Working Mom Debate. To the Attachment Parenting Controversy on the cover of Time Magazine, I just hate it for moms everywhere!!!
Since when does the media get to pin mom against mom????
Aren't we all in this together??? Isn't there this universal understanding that being a mom is the absolute hardest job in the world and if we don't support each other, if we don't give one another the knowing eye across the grocery checkout lane and the sympathetic smile when it's not our child throwing an Oscar-worthy temper tantrum but some other poor mom in arms???
Debates wage on for the best way to raise your child. And sure, we all have our own opinions. We might even look down on other moms for their tactics and techniques, but at the end of the day, we give each other the benefit of the doubt because we are all doing the best that we can.
Save for those moms that make the headlines, sending us cringing to our children's bedsides where we wrap them up in our arms and promise to NEVER cook them in a microwave or drive them off a cliff... or whatever other craziness is out there.
The key to motherhood is doing the best job you can for your children. Whether that is working outside your home, devoting your life to raising your children in your home, or trying to manage both and working inside your home.
A friend of mine recently gave me this insight and I ADORE it. She said, "God has equipped each parent with the tools they need to raise their child. It is our responsibility to follow our instincts and raise our children with the best of intentions."
Isn't that encouraging???
I love that.
I love knowing that I already have the tools. I have access to the insight to do what's best already.
For me, I need to send my children to private school, I want my girls in dance because they adore it, I won't give them canned veggies and hormone-free-milk is our newest investment.
I know my decisions don't make sense to a LOT of people.
But they're my decisions.
And they're my children.
And the great part about being a mommy is that you don't have to do things identically with another mom to have an instant connection and lift each other up.
I have my five year old on a traveling competition team. I'm a stay at home mom and hire help. I seriously considered homeschool for a LOT of years. I am on my FOURTH kidlet.
None of those things could be true for you.
You probably, most likely, in all honesty think my dance world is craziness. Especially if you watch the reality shows... You might thing I'm awful for hiring help and not doing my job. Homeschooling might sound like torture to you when public school is more than fine. And four kids might sound like the seventh circle of hell.
But we are still moms. We still get up way to early and stumble around the kitchen in search of a semi-healthy breakfast. We still put up with temper tantrums and tears of plenty. We stay up for hours worrying about our children's futures and struggles and day to day problems. There are still countless teeth to brush, stains to scrub out, boo boos to kiss and fruits and veggies to push.
We really are in this together. And who's to say what is the best way to do it other than doing what's best for our kids???
Mommy Wars is disgusting to me. And shame on the media for giving it credence.
And shame on Time Magazine for making a nursing mother blush....
:)
PS. If you're wondering, I TOTALLY look that fabulous when I nurse. I mean, what woman doesn't????
Anyway, in light of Mother's Day and ALL of the hard work each and every one of us puts in, I say congratulations for making it this far, even if your baby is a day old. It's an accomplishment ladies. And know that you alone are your harshest critique. The rest of us are in this fight with you. And even if you get the stink eye across the restaurant, our tempter-tantrum time will come and we will be right along side you just doing the best job we can.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Rat Race
Ok, so I have SO much to talk about.
But NOT a lot of time. So... I have to keep this short and sweet. Zach is running his VERY FIRST race today. I am so proud of him.
In general people that run seriously irritate me. Like it's an issue I think I need to take up with a psychologist.
And my Facebook Feed is just FILLED with all these darn runners, sharing their running experiences, logging in their times, talking about their races and blah blah blah.
Here's the thing.
Yes, I'm jealous that they're in shape and I'm not. I'm pregnant with my fourth child and the last six years of my life I have spent either pregnant or nursing.
I would LOVE to be in shape. And able to run.
But no matter how skinny I get, here's the thing. I am NEVER going to be a runner. Ever.
And so all I see when people talk about their running accomplishments is a long line of small-boobed people that either are men, or can get away with a sports bra and NOT having your bubbies drag across the pavement.
I just think to myself, Congratulations on having small boobs. Why don't you just brag about it????
Am I bitter??
Uh, yeah, a little bit....
Don't get me wrong. I like what I got. I'm a total Jerry Springer Makeover Episode, when those women are screaming, "If you got it, flaunt it!!!"
But still... There is this former athlete side to me that would love to be mucho-active again. More than just safe walking or an elliptical machine.
But I have Connective Tissue to worry about folks. In a few months I will be nursing my fourth child. I have to give these puppies the best care I am capable of.
At least until my boob job.
But that's a different blog. (No, I don't have anything scheduled.... But ask me again when this brand new nugget moves to solid foods...)
Anyway... Why am I talking about my boobs????
What I mean to say is that normally I am irritated by runners. But now that Zach is all into it and is running his first race and is thinking about a half marathon for the fall, suddenly I find it VERY sexy.
Ok, not with everyone obviously... Like I'm not ogling my entire Facebook Feed.... I promise, it's just the hubs.
Plus, I'm so proud of him. And I keep telling him that.... And I really think it's weirding him out. But what can I do???
So I'm going to watch and cheer him on. Or at least enjoy some great quiet time while he runs his race and then there's this after party thing directly following.
Because it's so not a normal 7k. And I think this is the reason Zach wanted to run it in the first place, but it's sponsored by a brewery here in town and it's actually like a beer run.
Already you can tell it's different because it starts at 5PM instead of crazy early in the morning. And then in the middle of the race they have a Beer Break, where they actually stop to drink two beers.
Does this sound like a puke fest to everyone else??? Plus they're running ALL trails.... And then at the end there is a beer party and a band.
There is also a rumor that you have to drink two beers before you even start. But we'll see. That sounds like a recipe for disaster....
Anyway, it should be fun for Zach!! And have I said how proud I am of him lately????
:)
Lest you think he's totally an inactive slob... He is SO not. But he comes from a family of ADHD Sprinters. Zach is a soccer player and could play a 90 minute game every day of his life. Long distance is just really not his thing.
He finds it boring.
Which I find hilarious.
His sister chose to do track instead of soccer and she complained about a 200m being too long!!! Those Higginsons just like to sprint in short little spurts and be done with it.
Granted they're usually faster than everybody else... but still. When halfway around the track gets boring for you we're suddenly speaking a language I don't understand. :)
NOW. To what I REALLY need to talk to you about!!!!
On Monday. As in two days from today... I am going to be joining a Live Facebook Author Chat with two very talented authors: Jackie Druga and Angela White. Angela White is hosting, and it should be super super fun.
Here is the press release:
Three bestselling Authors join up for an hour of Q&A with readers!
Jackie Druga, Rachel Higginson, and Angela White have taken the indie world by storm with their gritty fantasy novels. Outselling even giants like Random House and Simon & Schuster, these three writers will be live on FB for a Q & A session with readers.
-This chat is not sponsored by facebook and does not contain prizes or contests. There will be free book links provided.
Let’s meet the authors…
Jacqueline Druga is a native of Pittsburgh, Pa. She is a prolific writer and filmmaker. Her published works include genres of all types, but favors post-apocalypse and apocalypse writing. Currently she is in production of her third full-length feature film in which she has written and is producing. She is best known for her novels Dust, The Flu, and Sleepers and had more than three dozen works available.
Rachel Higginson: I was born and raised in Nebraska, but spent my college years traveling the world. I fell in love with Eastern Europe, Paris, Indian Food and the beautiful beaches of Sri Lanka. But I came back home to marry my high school sweetheart and now I spend my days raising our growing family. In those few spare moments I have, I am either reading or writing Young Adult Fiction, because I am Obsessed with it! – Rachel has 4 books currently available, all part of her Star-Crossed Series.
Angela White: Little pleases me more than to explore the fantasy, horror, sci fi, and romance stories that get stuck in my head. Knowing other people also like them is second only to the magic of this new career I've chosen. As a die-hard Cincinnatian, I much prefer writing to the stresses of being a city Taxicab dispatcher. – Angela has 11 books currently available, including the Life After War series.
And now for the readers… hey! That’s you!
To attend, simply ‘like’ the author’s page (Angela White)(Rachel Higginson)(Jackie Druga). As the chat starts, the feed will appear on your wall and you can question or comment at your convenience. Authors will only be live for one hour, from 8pm-9pm, CST time. After that, you will be asked to direct your comments to each individual author’s FB page. – Links will be provided.
Notes
*This chat will likely contain spoilers. You’ve been warned.
*Immediate ‘unfriending’ will occur for unruly posters.
*No spam allowed – more ‘unfriending’ for a first offense. 1 warning will be given –1 group warning counts.
*During the chat, links to books, free and otherwise, along with websites and other things will be posted by the authors. Just the authors, unless one of them ask for something from you specifically.
*Do not post your private information.
*Facebook is not responsible and neither are the Authors or anyone else for anything that may happen while you visit. Please be polite.
*Be sure to sort your wall to ‘most recent stories’ so you’ll get the feed when it comes up.
*All three authors love hearing from readers and encourage fan mail at the addresses they will provide. Please do not overload their FB message boxes.
*****
So that is SUPER exciting, right??? And you can join in and ask me any questions you want to!!! Well... Not ANY questions, although close, I did just blog about my bubbies didn't I....??? But for sure I will be answering questions about the Star-Crossed Series, talking about my upcoming Starbright Series and getting to know you whilst you get to know me a little bit better!!!
Spoiler Alert: I'm even crazier than this blog lets on.... And that's the sad truth. :)
But you should definitely come by and chat!! I LOVE hearing from everyone and I have an uncanny ability to talk in circles without ever making sense.
Haha!
So, get ready for Monday. It might be the only time in my life where I'm actually completely uninterrupted by children. I'm not promising coherent thoughts or finished sentences or anything.... but I AM promising you will have ALL of my attention.
What's left of it after the bun in the oven stole the majority.
But NOT a lot of time. So... I have to keep this short and sweet. Zach is running his VERY FIRST race today. I am so proud of him.
In general people that run seriously irritate me. Like it's an issue I think I need to take up with a psychologist.
And my Facebook Feed is just FILLED with all these darn runners, sharing their running experiences, logging in their times, talking about their races and blah blah blah.
Here's the thing.
Yes, I'm jealous that they're in shape and I'm not. I'm pregnant with my fourth child and the last six years of my life I have spent either pregnant or nursing.
I would LOVE to be in shape. And able to run.
But no matter how skinny I get, here's the thing. I am NEVER going to be a runner. Ever.
And so all I see when people talk about their running accomplishments is a long line of small-boobed people that either are men, or can get away with a sports bra and NOT having your bubbies drag across the pavement.
I just think to myself, Congratulations on having small boobs. Why don't you just brag about it????
Am I bitter??
Uh, yeah, a little bit....
Don't get me wrong. I like what I got. I'm a total Jerry Springer Makeover Episode, when those women are screaming, "If you got it, flaunt it!!!"
But still... There is this former athlete side to me that would love to be mucho-active again. More than just safe walking or an elliptical machine.
But I have Connective Tissue to worry about folks. In a few months I will be nursing my fourth child. I have to give these puppies the best care I am capable of.
At least until my boob job.
But that's a different blog. (No, I don't have anything scheduled.... But ask me again when this brand new nugget moves to solid foods...)
Anyway... Why am I talking about my boobs????
What I mean to say is that normally I am irritated by runners. But now that Zach is all into it and is running his first race and is thinking about a half marathon for the fall, suddenly I find it VERY sexy.
Ok, not with everyone obviously... Like I'm not ogling my entire Facebook Feed.... I promise, it's just the hubs.
Plus, I'm so proud of him. And I keep telling him that.... And I really think it's weirding him out. But what can I do???
So I'm going to watch and cheer him on. Or at least enjoy some great quiet time while he runs his race and then there's this after party thing directly following.
Because it's so not a normal 7k. And I think this is the reason Zach wanted to run it in the first place, but it's sponsored by a brewery here in town and it's actually like a beer run.
Already you can tell it's different because it starts at 5PM instead of crazy early in the morning. And then in the middle of the race they have a Beer Break, where they actually stop to drink two beers.
Does this sound like a puke fest to everyone else??? Plus they're running ALL trails.... And then at the end there is a beer party and a band.
There is also a rumor that you have to drink two beers before you even start. But we'll see. That sounds like a recipe for disaster....
Anyway, it should be fun for Zach!! And have I said how proud I am of him lately????
:)
Lest you think he's totally an inactive slob... He is SO not. But he comes from a family of ADHD Sprinters. Zach is a soccer player and could play a 90 minute game every day of his life. Long distance is just really not his thing.
He finds it boring.
Which I find hilarious.
His sister chose to do track instead of soccer and she complained about a 200m being too long!!! Those Higginsons just like to sprint in short little spurts and be done with it.
Granted they're usually faster than everybody else... but still. When halfway around the track gets boring for you we're suddenly speaking a language I don't understand. :)
NOW. To what I REALLY need to talk to you about!!!!
On Monday. As in two days from today... I am going to be joining a Live Facebook Author Chat with two very talented authors: Jackie Druga and Angela White. Angela White is hosting, and it should be super super fun.
Here is the press release:
Three bestselling Authors join up for an hour of Q&A with readers!
Jackie Druga, Rachel Higginson, and Angela White have taken the indie world by storm with their gritty fantasy novels. Outselling even giants like Random House and Simon & Schuster, these three writers will be live on FB for a Q & A session with readers.
-This chat is not sponsored by facebook and does not contain prizes or contests. There will be free book links provided.
Let’s meet the authors…
Jacqueline Druga is a native of Pittsburgh, Pa. She is a prolific writer and filmmaker. Her published works include genres of all types, but favors post-apocalypse and apocalypse writing. Currently she is in production of her third full-length feature film in which she has written and is producing. She is best known for her novels Dust, The Flu, and Sleepers and had more than three dozen works available.
Rachel Higginson: I was born and raised in Nebraska, but spent my college years traveling the world. I fell in love with Eastern Europe, Paris, Indian Food and the beautiful beaches of Sri Lanka. But I came back home to marry my high school sweetheart and now I spend my days raising our growing family. In those few spare moments I have, I am either reading or writing Young Adult Fiction, because I am Obsessed with it! – Rachel has 4 books currently available, all part of her Star-Crossed Series.
Angela White: Little pleases me more than to explore the fantasy, horror, sci fi, and romance stories that get stuck in my head. Knowing other people also like them is second only to the magic of this new career I've chosen. As a die-hard Cincinnatian, I much prefer writing to the stresses of being a city Taxicab dispatcher. – Angela has 11 books currently available, including the Life After War series.
And now for the readers… hey! That’s you!
To attend, simply ‘like’ the author’s page (Angela White)(Rachel Higginson)(Jackie Druga). As the chat starts, the feed will appear on your wall and you can question or comment at your convenience. Authors will only be live for one hour, from 8pm-9pm, CST time. After that, you will be asked to direct your comments to each individual author’s FB page. – Links will be provided.
Notes
*This chat will likely contain spoilers. You’ve been warned.
*Immediate ‘unfriending’ will occur for unruly posters.
*No spam allowed – more ‘unfriending’ for a first offense. 1 warning will be given –1 group warning counts.
*During the chat, links to books, free and otherwise, along with websites and other things will be posted by the authors. Just the authors, unless one of them ask for something from you specifically.
*Do not post your private information.
*Facebook is not responsible and neither are the Authors or anyone else for anything that may happen while you visit. Please be polite.
*Be sure to sort your wall to ‘most recent stories’ so you’ll get the feed when it comes up.
*All three authors love hearing from readers and encourage fan mail at the addresses they will provide. Please do not overload their FB message boxes.
*****
So that is SUPER exciting, right??? And you can join in and ask me any questions you want to!!! Well... Not ANY questions, although close, I did just blog about my bubbies didn't I....??? But for sure I will be answering questions about the Star-Crossed Series, talking about my upcoming Starbright Series and getting to know you whilst you get to know me a little bit better!!!
Spoiler Alert: I'm even crazier than this blog lets on.... And that's the sad truth. :)
But you should definitely come by and chat!! I LOVE hearing from everyone and I have an uncanny ability to talk in circles without ever making sense.
Haha!
So, get ready for Monday. It might be the only time in my life where I'm actually completely uninterrupted by children. I'm not promising coherent thoughts or finished sentences or anything.... but I AM promising you will have ALL of my attention.
What's left of it after the bun in the oven stole the majority.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Swelling and Shrinking
Ok first things first.
ALL THREE KIDS ARE ASLEEP!!!!!!
And the angels sang in heaven folks.
What is happening to the world???
Especially because today is a laundry day which usually means nap times are iffy if at all existent...
But they got into trouble.
At Target.
Well... Technically on the way home from Target, but you get the idea. So there punishment was to lay on the couch whilst I switched over the laundry and they had to be still and quiet.
Yes, I knew exactly what I was doing with the three year old. But the five year old went blissfully down with the ship as well and now I've enjoyed almost an entire hour of peace and quiet.
Yep. Yep.
It's been glorious.
And I've had all the time in the world to change into my brand new Target dress. I had to buy this new Target dress because I apparently over dressed today and was sweating my eye sockets out in Jeans and a three-quarter sleeve shirt.
I mean... It was getting uncomfortable.
So I bought a maxi.
I promised myself new summer dresses and so I am justifying this purchase into falling into that category.
Not to mention my stomach is GINORMOUS and so I needed something roomy.
When I went in to the doctor for my twenty week appointment, I was measuring under average AND the baby measured a little smaller than average in the ultra sound.
So I was measuring like 18 at 20 weeks.
Last week I went in for my 24 week appointment and I jumped up a little.
No. Not a little.
I jumped up so much my doctor actually exclaimed, and I do mean exclaimed literally... "WHOA!"
Because in four weeks I went from measuring a little under to measuring 29!!!!!!
I do not have small babies. I don't know what crazy part of me thought I was capable of having smaller babies... But apparently that part is also a little delusional and a whole lot forgetful.
So I'm huge.
And if I'm honest with myself, this dress makes me look HUGE. But just in the stomach.
The rest is all my kind of normal.
It may or not be huge all on it's own.
:)
Although.... Can we just talk about something. Because in addition to my stomach growing ginormicon, my boobs are also following suit.
And can I just say, I CANNOT have bigger boobs. I can't. I don't know what to do with them!! And forget EVER doing a serious workout again. Walking. Walking is about all I'll allow these bubbies to face.
There is connective tissue I need to protect here people!!!!
But there are other parts of me. STRANGE parts of me that are starting to shrink and I'm getting kind of worried about them.
Not weird parts.
Just strange parts.
Like my feet for example. Suddenly all my high heels are too big. And not just a little to big... Like a half size to big.
My ankles on the other hand are swelling up might nicely. Ugh. I have never had swollen ankles before... I've always had winter babies.
Except for the first time I was induced and they used pitocin. I didn't know ankles could get that big.
And so I'm a little bit worried about what is going to happen with the cankles...
My feet are fine though. I find this so strange!! Who at 28 starts to get smaller feet?? Anyone? Seriously, I need ideas.
Could I have osteoperosis of the feet? Is that a real possibility???
And it's not like just one pair got a little over stretched or something. No, ALL of my shoes are too big.
On top of that. My HEAD IS SHRINKING!!!
I have a case of shrunken head syndrome and I'm not even lying.
I bought these sun glasses and they fit perfectly. If not a little snuggly on my head.
Now, I can't even keep them up. Seriously, they fall down my nose. And if I bend over they just fall completely off. Plus, they are too big to prop on top of my head like a headband.
What is happening?????
It's out of control.
Super annoying.
And it's the first time my nose ring has ever come practically into service. Literally my sunglasses rest on my nose ring.
So. If you see me on the street don't be alarmed at my dwarf sized feet sitting under globe sized ankles with a beach ball sized tummy and a little, itty bitty head.
Plus, my hair is not shrinking. Just my head. Imagine THAT for a minute....
This could be a bad thing. Part of me always leaps to cancer. Yes, cancer caused the shrinkage.
But part of me wonders if it's just my hypochondriac brain tumor healing itself... In which case a shrunken head could be a good thing.
What? Every time you guys get a headache you don't automatically jump to a brain tumor and death looming on the horizon????
Huh... What an interesting way to live....
ALL THREE KIDS ARE ASLEEP!!!!!!
And the angels sang in heaven folks.
What is happening to the world???
Especially because today is a laundry day which usually means nap times are iffy if at all existent...
But they got into trouble.
At Target.
Well... Technically on the way home from Target, but you get the idea. So there punishment was to lay on the couch whilst I switched over the laundry and they had to be still and quiet.
Yes, I knew exactly what I was doing with the three year old. But the five year old went blissfully down with the ship as well and now I've enjoyed almost an entire hour of peace and quiet.
Yep. Yep.
It's been glorious.
And I've had all the time in the world to change into my brand new Target dress. I had to buy this new Target dress because I apparently over dressed today and was sweating my eye sockets out in Jeans and a three-quarter sleeve shirt.
I mean... It was getting uncomfortable.
So I bought a maxi.
I promised myself new summer dresses and so I am justifying this purchase into falling into that category.
Not to mention my stomach is GINORMOUS and so I needed something roomy.
When I went in to the doctor for my twenty week appointment, I was measuring under average AND the baby measured a little smaller than average in the ultra sound.
So I was measuring like 18 at 20 weeks.
Last week I went in for my 24 week appointment and I jumped up a little.
No. Not a little.
I jumped up so much my doctor actually exclaimed, and I do mean exclaimed literally... "WHOA!"
Because in four weeks I went from measuring a little under to measuring 29!!!!!!
I do not have small babies. I don't know what crazy part of me thought I was capable of having smaller babies... But apparently that part is also a little delusional and a whole lot forgetful.
So I'm huge.
And if I'm honest with myself, this dress makes me look HUGE. But just in the stomach.
The rest is all my kind of normal.
It may or not be huge all on it's own.
:)
Although.... Can we just talk about something. Because in addition to my stomach growing ginormicon, my boobs are also following suit.
And can I just say, I CANNOT have bigger boobs. I can't. I don't know what to do with them!! And forget EVER doing a serious workout again. Walking. Walking is about all I'll allow these bubbies to face.
There is connective tissue I need to protect here people!!!!
But there are other parts of me. STRANGE parts of me that are starting to shrink and I'm getting kind of worried about them.
Not weird parts.
Just strange parts.
Like my feet for example. Suddenly all my high heels are too big. And not just a little to big... Like a half size to big.
My ankles on the other hand are swelling up might nicely. Ugh. I have never had swollen ankles before... I've always had winter babies.
Except for the first time I was induced and they used pitocin. I didn't know ankles could get that big.
And so I'm a little bit worried about what is going to happen with the cankles...
My feet are fine though. I find this so strange!! Who at 28 starts to get smaller feet?? Anyone? Seriously, I need ideas.
Could I have osteoperosis of the feet? Is that a real possibility???
And it's not like just one pair got a little over stretched or something. No, ALL of my shoes are too big.
On top of that. My HEAD IS SHRINKING!!!
I have a case of shrunken head syndrome and I'm not even lying.
I bought these sun glasses and they fit perfectly. If not a little snuggly on my head.
Now, I can't even keep them up. Seriously, they fall down my nose. And if I bend over they just fall completely off. Plus, they are too big to prop on top of my head like a headband.
What is happening?????
It's out of control.
Super annoying.
And it's the first time my nose ring has ever come practically into service. Literally my sunglasses rest on my nose ring.
So. If you see me on the street don't be alarmed at my dwarf sized feet sitting under globe sized ankles with a beach ball sized tummy and a little, itty bitty head.
Plus, my hair is not shrinking. Just my head. Imagine THAT for a minute....
This could be a bad thing. Part of me always leaps to cancer. Yes, cancer caused the shrinkage.
But part of me wonders if it's just my hypochondriac brain tumor healing itself... In which case a shrunken head could be a good thing.
What? Every time you guys get a headache you don't automatically jump to a brain tumor and death looming on the horizon????
Huh... What an interesting way to live....
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