tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33497018219372474302011-11-27T19:53:42.865-05:00just another mommy blogawbnoreply@blogger.comBlogger631100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-88797141163171024222009-10-28T12:11:00.004-04:002009-10-28T12:29:11.058-04:00

no one still thinks i blog here, right? you all know to find me at dreamwidth on my other rarely-updated* public blog, right?*this will change. someday. i swear. this summer has been particularly bad in terms of my health, plus it's only been a year since Dude lost his job and we had to move 250 miles away AND THEN BACK less than 3 months later, so i've been in a constant state of transition and

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-63549985255495674222009-07-30T14:11:00.002-04:002009-07-30T14:15:10.931-04:00

I don't feel like my actual self on this blog. I feel like Mama Bean, an online persona who has to write in a certain style. I end up blogging frequently, but not here, never here.So I'm attempting to move... again. If you want to see any more from me, please visit me at wundermuffin.dreamwidth.org, a blog I think I might just be able to be regular with.

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-55857316198434278462009-04-21T15:20:00.003-04:002009-04-21T15:37:34.978-04:00

I wanted to mention this a while ago, but I forgot until just now. But I loved this post from Da Momma. I liked the post in general because, you know, it was funny, and I do enjoy reading about Mare and Ren. But one thing that really stuck with me was this part:The barn owner tells the instructor to bring a horse over and I tell Mare to get her boots off and pass them to Sister. Mare instantly

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-37207630784234342042009-04-20T13:27:00.007-04:002009-04-20T13:55:28.286-04:00

I'm all for organic food, but it's simply not thrifty for us to buy 100% organic everything every time we shop. We decided that we'd make sure to buy organic for the most contaminated fruits and veggies, and not worry as much about the cleanest ones.Here is a fantastic list that ranks fruits and veggies based on their pesticide load. I found at FoodNews.org, which is apparently run by EWG (

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-3174687214693450862009-04-08T14:09:00.002-04:002009-04-08T14:11:27.764-04:00

Okay, this is really cool. This is an example of the kind of thing Dude is interested in professionally. He has actually met this guy, but only tangentially. Anyway, whether or not Dude finds it interesting is irrelevant, because this shit is awesome.

awbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-86885003651763648392009-04-08T11:06:00.002-04:002009-04-08T11:51:35.358-04:00

If you have high expectations/standards set for the people in your life, you will continue to be disappointed when they fail to reach them. This can cause annoyance and frustration on your part as well as resentment on the part of the people in your life.I'm not saying you should expect (or accept) the worst from the people around you. But if you expect everyone to be perfect, you will be

awbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-60151397279512650432009-04-06T15:55:00.003-04:002009-04-06T16:22:02.002-04:00

I just discovered The Pioneer Woman, and OH MY GOD LOVE. I especially liked this post on homeschooling. (For the curious, I don't have plans to homeschool the Bee, although I haven't ruled it out either. It's certainly something I'd consider, but not something I'm planning for. As of now, I think it is more likely that Bee will be in public school, but that door is still open.)An excerpt:And when

awbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-56211406334471905332009-04-02T10:43:00.002-04:002009-04-02T11:14:49.226-04:00

I compose blog posts in my head several times a day. Some of them are awesome. You'd probably enjoy them. They never seem to make it from my head to my fingers to the keyboard to the screen, though. The process gets interrupted very easily.An online friend of mine made me think about how bloggers change once they become parents. Pre-Bee, I would post constantly to my own online journal (not here)

awbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-8487225149757459322009-03-10T11:29:00.003-04:002009-03-10T11:46:44.602-04:00

I am not going to post today really, but I identified with some of the feelings in this, so go read that instead.The one noteworthy thing: Bee's 15 months old today! As of about 5 minutes ago.I will tell you what I want to post about, though:-nursing a toddler and the benefits of extended breastfeeding-recipes for curried beets & tofu, veggie couscous, crockpot minestrone soup, super easy Spanish

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-21014594846847551412009-03-03T13:36:00.004-05:002009-03-03T14:05:45.049-05:00

Bee's a reading girl. She's obsessed with books and wants us to read to her constantly. She has memorized her favorites and has created little verbal or physical (or combination) routines for nearly every single book.Two of her favorite topics are animals (especially the sounds they make) and body parts. She can tell you the sounds made by: dogs (bow-wow), cats (meow), birdies (tee-tee), mousies

awbnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-46220996430269595802009-02-27T15:55:00.005-05:002009-02-27T16:08:36.243-05:00

Went to bed feeling queasy, full of Tums and Alka-Seltzer. Woke up at 2:30 am to a very sad and confused baby covered in barf. (She went to bed feeling queasy, too.)The three of us all woke up together about five hours later to discover that we had whatever stomach bug has been going around. Bee is also dripping with snot and sneezing a lot, but she's otherwise a trooper. But she's like that.

awbnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-58263193406363774002009-02-24T12:37:00.008-05:002009-02-24T13:02:20.984-05:00

Just read this (click to open a larger version)...Is this woman for real? Has she ever even seen children? For someone who purports to be the "best friend" of a mother, she sure has the wrong idea about child-rearing. I can see why her "best friend" never bothers to call or e-mail her.I mean, let's say that you've spent your day chasing around a child with 100 times more energy than you will ever

awbnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-20873502724662622702009-02-24T11:14:00.003-05:002009-02-24T11:22:39.842-05:00

(Okay, so while I firmly believe that my husband is the hottest husband of them all, he has not been entered in Redbook's Hottest Husband contest for 2009. But I just had to preface this post by declaring my strong attraction to my extremely good-lookin' guy.)FireDad of Stop, Drop and Blog fame is one of the top 25 finalists for Hottest Husband 09. Check out FireMom's post on it, read about

awbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-77322774202913280982009-02-24T08:46:00.003-05:002009-02-24T08:53:02.232-05:00

Last night, Dude found the coaster holder I'd been searching for all day wedged between the couch and the wall."Was Littles playing with this today?""Oh, that's where it went! Last time I saw it, she'd brought it into the bathroom. She was smooshing her face into it while I was sitting on the toilet.""...Wow.""What?""Your days are just SO different from mine."

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-75915931582431266752009-02-23T14:22:00.002-05:002009-02-23T14:52:06.775-05:00

A week ago, there were movers traipsing through my house, moving large items of furniture and huge boxes. My eyeballs were whirling with the sight of an unpacked, toddler-unsafe house filled with Things To Do.You should see this place. It looks SO much better. Once it's all set up, I'll do a photo tour so y'all can see it. Where ARE you guys, anyway? Is anyone still here? Did you all get mad and

awbnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-32704516804406714882009-02-22T11:08:00.002-05:002009-02-22T11:40:50.893-05:00

Sign on I-95N in Needham, MA

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-49543025711011841422009-02-18T11:01:00.002-05:002009-02-18T11:06:07.965-05:00

I ended my last post saying that there was a lot of good coming and I just had to get there.I'm there!After almost 3 months of shuffling back and forth between parents' houses and temporarily living apart, Dude and I finally have a home of our own again! (Well, it's a rental home, but whatever.) The cats are at Dude's aunt's house, so once they move in, my little family will be all back together

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-64315142420282738342009-01-19T20:14:00.005-05:002009-01-19T21:39:46.648-05:00

One of Dude's friends recently told him that for the past several months, every time he (Dude) starts a conversation with anyone, he always says, "I'm sorry, I've had a crazy day."We've had a lot of crazy days, I guess! 2008 was rough for us. March through July, my back was completely out and I couldn't care for myself and the baby. Dude got a new job in April, and he started the same day we

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-62955121352493487752008-12-18T22:27:00.004-05:002008-12-18T22:35:20.385-05:00

You know you've had a shitty day when you're sitting in absolute silence, but all you can hear is the sound of your child screaming in your head, playing on repeat at full blast. That and the sound of your heart, still thudding loudly in your chest, because your blood pressure is so high that your veins might explode.Thankfully, there's a bunch of chocolate chip mint brownie ice cream in the

awbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-35501814516487701742008-11-28T22:45:00.007-05:002008-11-28T23:13:22.531-05:00

When I was writing for Mommy Spice, I somehow neglected this blog a lot, which is dumb, because if you know me, you know I can easily write for more than one blog at a time. But the past few months have been rough.Anyway, since I have not posted here in quite some time, I thought I'd link to the other stuff I was writing at this time over at Mommy Spice.JulyA Day in the Life of Super-WAHMKids'

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-62785755470377184692008-11-28T21:15:00.006-05:002008-11-28T22:28:59.422-05:00

OH GOD WHERE HAVE I BEEN. Mentally, my brain is still insisting that it's October where it's almost December. So I haven't just been neglecting my blog, but I've been in a tailspin and neglecting nearly every single thing except for my husband and daughter. (Hey, they're the ones who really matter, right?)I don't have a great excuse for what happened in September (the last time I blogged here),

awbnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-90909859731221452302008-09-06T10:20:00.003-04:002008-09-06T10:37:58.924-04:00

So! I just wanted to update real quick on our elimination communication stuff, since I last talked about it here. If any of the diaper names I talk about aren't linked and you're curious, refer back there for more info.Bee has been having a lot more pees in the potty. We still have a LOT of misses, but that's okay. We got these training pants, which I thought seemed like a great deal - 15

awbnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-84300293531814749542008-08-19T21:58:00.003-04:002008-08-19T22:23:11.525-04:00

And I don't mean by upping my fiber content; I mean posting more frequently on this blog.Once again, the past few weeks have been crazy. Before I get into that, let me do a quick Bee milestone recap, since that is my primary purpose here.First of all, as I said in this post, she is definitely saying hi. Witnesses agree. The "hi" has become much clearer. She sounds almost Southern, drawling

awbnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-14343621364864123762008-07-28T16:14:00.001-04:002009-04-06T16:15:22.414-04:00

Recently (read: last week), I made the anxiety-inducing transition from stay-at-home mom to work-at-home mom. Planning is my forte, so mid-week I sketched out what seemed like a typical day...The Plan:7:00 - Wake up. Get ready for the day. Eat a hearty breakfast while Dude (the hubby) takes care of diapering and dressing Bumblebee (the 7-month-old). Nurse Bumblebee if needed. Exercise while Bee

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-27850648003335988222008-07-28T07:29:00.004-04:002008-07-29T15:41:18.181-04:00

For the next two weeks (and hopefully more!), please feel free to read my posts at mommyspice. The posts NOT written by me are pretty fabu too, so go ahead and check it out. Mine are the ones that say "Mama Bean" at the bottom, in case that isn't obvious enough. ;)You know you want to.

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Gosh, I feel like it's been a million years since I posted. I was lucky enough to have family in town, and then this week has been crazy. My mother, who had been here three months helping out after I threw my back out, left on Monday. I was nervous enough about how I would handle everything on my own again - while I am doing a lot better, I haven't been taking care of everything on my own since

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-81417999269031155012008-07-07T17:39:00.003-04:002008-07-07T21:14:31.934-04:00

Things I am not allowed to do while breastfeeding:-breathe loudly-laugh-sneeze-cough-read a book or magazine-eat-talk on the phone-send a text message-rustle through papers or bags-pick my nose-make any sound whatsoever, with the exception of singing or humming favored songs-make any movement that is not related to nursingMoreover, people inside or outside the house may not make any noise. Nor

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-80953797559090519332008-06-30T17:27:00.005-04:002008-07-01T12:28:32.269-04:00

If you're turned off by the word "vegan," even hearty meat-eating friends of ours love this stew. And hey - you can always feel free to add meat to it. I actually have been vegetarian my entire life, so I have no suggestions about how to adapt this for meat-eaters. You'd probably know better than me.I make this stew in our Crock Pot. Takes about 15 minutes to prep, and then cooks itself all day

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-38866885523244609312008-06-26T19:01:00.004-04:002008-09-06T10:38:54.870-04:00

Despite not having read The Diaper Free Baby by Christine Gross-Loh, or doing any Internet research at all, we practice part-time elimination communication with the Bee. She's in exclusively cloth diapers the rest of the time. Does this sound like a huge pain in the ass? Well, it's actually not bad at all, and while it might not be right for each family, it works perfectly for us.Where do we buy

awbnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-56803831333788813162008-06-26T18:47:00.004-04:002008-06-26T19:01:18.094-04:00

How to make super, super easy masoor dahl in a matter of minutes:Stuff You Need1 tsp canola oil1 cup masoor dahl (red split lentils)2 small tomatoes (or 1 medium tomato), cut into large chunks - diced if you prefer2 cloves garlic, grated1/2 tsp fresh grated ginger1/2 tsp dahl masala3 cups watersalt (to taste)fresh curry OR coriander leaves (optional)RecipeHeat canola oil in a saucepan on

awbnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-23777972015560574802008-06-24T10:28:00.002-04:002008-06-24T12:26:55.764-04:00

For some reason unbeknownst to me, my daughter has given up napping at the tender age of 6 months. I have been telling myself for weeks it must be teething, but to be honest, I am not entirely sure.Yesterday, I started off the morning by going to physical therapy. (And, by the way, it's my third week and it's going fabulously, even if I'm left quite sore. It's really helping.) Bee was exhausted

awbnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-53221155848236388292008-06-21T09:02:00.004-04:002008-06-21T11:32:09.761-04:00

Frank, the plumber, showed up yesterday because apparently there is a leak downstairs whose source might be from our apartment.I've met him once or twice. I can't say I know him very well. But, since when do you need to know someone well to give them parenting advice?Let me preface this by saying, we just moved here 2 months ago. In those 2 months, I've had a really bad back injury, been

awbnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-61937568327101356572008-06-19T21:58:00.005-04:002008-06-20T09:39:21.811-04:00

Okay, maybe she didn't SAY it. But Bumblebee signed today, for the first time!We're using Baby Sign with her for, well, a plethora of reasons that I won't go into at the moment. Or potentially ever. We've been using the signs for "milk", "eat" (solid food), "cup" (sippy), "more", "all done", "change" (diaper), and I can't even think of what else.The sign for "milk" involves opening and closing

awbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-69242287020345126862008-06-19T21:50:00.006-04:002008-06-24T12:14:27.133-04:00

Conversation between me and L, Bee's 2-year-old cousin, yesterday:L: [eating noodles and trying to give them to Bee] Bee noodles?Me: That's very sweet of you! But Bee can't share your noodles. She's too little to eat that.L: Bee too little food.Me: Yep, she's too little to eat food.L: Bee mommy's milk?Me: Yeah, Bee drinks mommy's milk.-a moment of intense contemplation on L's part-L: [very

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-20475326991856366812008-06-11T17:38:00.001-04:002008-06-24T17:54:01.562-04:00

I made this for Dude's birthday (which is tomorrow) and thought I'd share the recipe. I used my Cuisinart ice cream maker to make it. I did adapt this recipe myself, based on a bunch of different recipes I found online and in the Cuisinart recipe booklet.CHOCOBERRY CHIP FROZEN YOGURTStuff You Need3/4 cup milk2 cups yogurt1/4 cup sugar1 12-oz bag of chocolate chips10 oz strawberries, pureedan ice

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-53773672168432498822008-05-28T16:19:00.000-04:002008-06-24T12:26:16.197-04:00

So, here's the shpiel (?) on my back.I've been on (breastfeeding-safe) narcotic painkillers since March. In April, I had an evaluation for surgery, and they said nope, not needed, and my MRI looks better than it did pre-pregnancy. (Huh.) I had a cortisone injection (a lumbar facet block), which did not help. They told me to follow up in 3 weeks. My appointment was today, even though it's been 4

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-17612810226518349812008-04-27T11:42:00.001-04:002008-06-24T12:13:32.369-04:00

My dad is not a cat person. He really is not an animal person in general. My cat, however, loves my dad, who surreptitiously pet him a few times just now and thought I didn't notice. Kitty got wicked pumped and purred.Dad: [pulling hand back quickly, startled] What is that noise?Me: The cat purring.Dad: No, it's really loud. And it sounds like something's vibrating. Like a cell phone.Me: Yes, Dad

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-31107920444916188922008-04-19T21:46:00.001-04:002008-06-24T11:31:21.583-04:00

Yesterday my friend D came over. The two of us took Bee and two other friends for a walk. It was really, REALLY warm and we thought we'd stop by the local ice cream place. D was so cute about Bee - he didn't want to put her down, even for a second, and worried about what she would have since I said she couldn't have ice cream.(Side note: why do people act like I'm mean for not letting my 4-

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-57132048383169240822008-04-03T11:49:00.003-04:002008-06-24T12:28:03.357-04:00

At the surgeon's office yesterday, country music - which I don't listen to at all - was playing. Bee loved it. "High on Jesus" by Kinky Friedman was her favorite. It will now be stuck in my head for all eternity. It's that kind of song.I told Dude about it, and he said in a deadpan voice, "A Kentucky man was arrested yesterday for driving under the influence of Jesus."Maybe you had to be there.

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-70364669968914725062008-03-14T16:05:00.000-04:002008-06-19T21:26:16.781-04:00

Bumblebee has figured out how to suck on her fingers lately. Not the thumb, mind you; just the fingers. Unfortunately, this means that she will often stick a few fingers into her mouth a little too deep and stimulate her gag reflex.I think it’s obvious where this is going.As I tell Bee constantly, sometimes Mama has needs too. For example, sometimes I need to pee. Badly. So I usually lay her down

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-62716377641391119042008-03-14T11:31:00.002-04:002008-06-24T11:39:10.333-04:00

I dunno if any of you nursing mamas out there are copious leakers like me, but if so, you’re probably interested in nursing pads. As for disposables, I think that Lansinoh makes a good nursing pad, and I hear their Ultra-Soft ones are good though I haven’t tried them. But! I am not a fan of using them. Two reasons: 1) I have to keep buying more all the damn time, and 2) I hate that they’re

awbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-68135762198352147522008-03-04T21:38:00.000-05:002008-06-19T21:45:02.482-04:00

It's so funny how people can totally affect your life. I had a LiveJournal friend, K, whom I "met" in 2003. She was pregnant, and my babylust was in high gear at the time, and so I absolutely devoured her every post. (Living vicariously through people is fun! Sometimes anyway.) I was obsessed with pregnancy and childbirth, and at the age of 14 I decided I wanted to have a drug-free waterbirth at

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-53890561423886007582008-02-28T10:31:00.001-05:002008-06-19T21:53:19.513-04:00

What a gem from this morning....Phone: Ring! Ring!Me: Hello?Caller: [snooty tone] Hello and good morning, and this call may be monitored. I need to speak with Lynn Jackson, please.Me: I'm sorry, there's no Lynn Jackson here.Caller: [stunned silence] ...Really?Me: Sorry, you have the wrong number.Caller: Gosh, okay... well... Is there anyone by the last name of Jackson there?Me: No. This is the

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-83273623100151456512008-02-08T18:59:00.003-05:002008-06-19T15:49:15.273-04:00

Bumblebee and I were lucky enough to have 'helpers' (for lack of a better word) in and out for almost 8 full weeks. Mom was here for the first 3 weeks. After that, Dude had one week off, and a few short weeks at work. And for two weeks my sister-in-law came to spend Thursday and Friday with us.So, despite the fact that Bee will be two months old (!) on Sunday, this was our first week alone. And

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-80592717297007181182008-01-14T20:04:00.001-05:002008-06-19T15:43:45.731-04:00

Today, Bee is 5 weeks old. This past Thursday (the 10th) marked one month since her birth, so I felt it'd be good to update.It's been a fantastic month of motherhood. The main trial at the beginning was nursing, due to a problem referred to as "Oro-Boobular Disproportion." Hilarious name, eh? Don't believe that it exists? Google it. Anyway, with time that's gotten much easier and we're old pros

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-21235220330305401992007-12-20T22:28:00.002-05:002008-06-19T15:34:58.752-04:00

My daughter, aka Bumblebee for the purpose of this blog, was born on her due date - my brother's 26th birthday. I think it's pretty cool that, exactly 26 years after my mom was in labor for the first time, I was as well.She was born on December 10 at 11:39 am, weighing 7 lbs 11 oz and measuring 20 inches long. Here is how she came into the world.(Disclaimer: This is a birth story. It is not for

awbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-90405447435803251372007-12-15T19:18:00.003-05:002008-06-19T20:08:31.819-04:00

This is a good thing to keep for my records!Red-letter dates from this pregnancy, including how far along I was:3/30 - 3w3d. I take an early pregnancy test, knowing it might be too early for a positive. It is negative. I decide to wait 2 days and test again, per the internet's suggestion.3/31 - 3w4d. I realize I do not want to take a pregnancy test on april fool's day. So I test again. Sure

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-31813416978219593372007-12-08T21:16:00.002-05:002008-06-19T15:39:05.822-04:00

(Paraphrased) exchange between me and my grandmother:Grandma: So, did they tell you when the baby is coming?Me: Sometime this month... probably in the next 2 weeks or less.*Grandma: didn't they give you a specific day that they think she'll come?Me: not exactly... if anyone could predict a specific date, they'd be very rich.Grandma: (in a "duh" voice) well of course. only GOD can know things like

awbnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-72962437341562229342007-10-19T17:55:00.002-04:002008-06-24T18:39:28.540-04:00

Since my back has been so crappy, cooking has been really difficult. I'm not even supposed to stand for 10 minutes at a time, which makes sense because doing that is REALLY painful. Enormous, growing baby + herniated lumbar disc = ouch.My mom's been filling up our freezer, so we're living off that. Occasionally I've been making super easy stuff like pasta and store-bought sauce with frozen

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On Saturday I was at the mall standing in the entrance of Motherhood Maternity looking at some really cute smocked tops. I felt AWFUL on Saturday - my eyes were swollen and puffy and red (I have conjunctivitis for the 9,000th time) and my hair was a mess and I was just so bleh. I was wearing a red shirt from Delia's that has a picture of a pig on it and it says "please hug me - don't eat me."This

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-24587362991659776902007-07-03T11:10:00.000-04:002008-06-19T18:39:02.845-04:00

Look out, Dude: IT'S A GIRL! I knew it I knew it I KNEW IT!Since I got pregnant, I kept telling Dude that I was thinking "girl." I have no clue why. I mean, I had a 50-50 shot of being right, right? I asked him what he thought, and he said "You say GIRL GIRL GIRL all day, so what else CAN I think?"While we were doing the ultrasound, she was playing with the umbilical cord. Cuteness.

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Aaaand, I'm on disability because of my back. No more working for the rest of my pregnancy. And I don't plan to go back to work afterwards, because I'd like to be a stay-at-home mom.I'm relieved, to be honest. My back has been really bad, and I've been really concerned about fucking it up hardcore while pregnant. Because taking care of a baby with a broken back sounds, I dunno, like a bad idea.I

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I am 10 weeks pregnant. My baby is a fetus today.8 weeks ago, it was just a cell. A united sperm and egg. Now it looks like a human (instead of an alien fishzoid) and has organs and eyelids and ears.Also: I'm a quarter of the way there. How neat is that?In other news, are Harry Potter spoilers coming out ALREADY? Great. I have to stay away from the media for like 2 months.I totally called it a

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So. You've made the decision to put your infant in daycare. You've visited different places and picked the one that seems to work out the best for you and your family. Of course, you're still concerned about how your baby will adjust to childcare and hoping that everything will turn out fine. As an infant daycare worker myself, I have heard myself and my co-workers say many a time, "I wish

awbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-83343402707510989192007-04-06T08:20:00.000-04:002008-06-19T18:25:43.106-04:00

I have back issues. I've had herniated discs in my spine since the age of 12 and had surgery in 2001. I've had a relapse in the past year after feeling generally okay since surgery, and have had pretty bad pain again. Now that I'm pregnant, I'm concerned and want to make sure I don't totally throw my back out.So I've been doing some Googling, and check out this RIDICULOUSLY worded site."Pregnancy

awbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-70801478492221406782007-04-02T19:58:00.000-04:002008-06-19T18:16:41.297-04:00

I am feeling WAY awesomer today. All this stuff is just, I don't know, SO GOOD.The best thing I learned today? Dude is a grad student working on his M.A. After this semester, he has two courses left, and he has to do 2 credits of thesis or internship (he's hoping internship because that's more up his alley but he's looking into finding a good place to intern). So, he was going to take one course

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-72893175003364061002007-03-31T12:38:00.000-04:002008-06-19T18:08:03.047-04:00

HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!!!!! I'M PREGNANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you, Walgreens Digital!!! My due date will be December 10 - my brother's birthday.I've totally been thinking that I'm probably pregnant but then chalking it up to wishful thinking and deciding that I'm just crazy and my period will come. So now I hardly know how to react.Dude and I are both sort of just stunned. Are we REALLY going to

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-79383383916221397292007-03-31T00:58:00.000-04:002008-06-19T18:00:30.284-04:00

By hours, mind you, but I've never been late before - always early.How peculiar. It's now into the zone of "latest it's been since charting." By the way, it's my one-year anniversary of charting tomorrow. Technically today. But yeah. Ya got me. I have no clue where it is. I don't feel at all like it's coming. I feel sleepy, scratchy-throated, headachey, pukey, and grumpy. All of which i feel on a

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-57770413949032039882007-03-26T19:20:00.001-04:002008-06-19T18:34:25.053-04:00

I feel just awful today. Totally out of it and spacey, grossed out by the thought of eating (nausea on and off which isn't necessarily related), simultaneously hungry and full, and not to mention just being a moody little bitch. Oh, and gassy and bloated.I feel like whenever I think I could pregnant, and I mention to someone that I don't feel well, they always mention that it might not mean I'm

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-16866339025536289922007-03-25T10:23:00.000-04:002008-06-19T17:53:37.726-04:00

6 dpo. I dunno, I somehow feel like it's not gonna happen this month. Which is okay. We'll have a baby at some point. It doesn't matter if it's now or in a year or in 2 years or what. But probably? Not in 2007. Which is fine by me.I do feel weird, though. At work, we've got a stomach bug, ear infections, and a nasty cold & cough going around. I doubt I'd get the ear infection, and I've already

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-34445460516813194192007-03-24T22:24:00.000-04:002008-06-19T17:53:27.858-04:00

Somehow, I'm STILL 5 dpo. Waking up at 7:30 in the morning every day sure doesn't help the time go by any faster. I mean, considering I don't have to be up for a while after that.Things that don't help:-Everyone's been asking me when we're gonna have a baby. Or bringing up babies and pregnancy. Since before we got married, everyone's like "DON'T RUSH INTO HAVING BABIES OMG." Now lately everyone's

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-14325019433043376172007-03-24T09:48:00.003-04:002008-06-19T17:13:08.820-04:00

I am only 5 dpo. I drive myself insane. Why do I do this to myself? I don't know.Anyway, I Googled "two week wait" and found all this crap on earliest pregnancy symptoms starting from like, 4 and 5 dpo, which has made me overanalyze everything MORE. Like, one symptom that i saw listed several times was as early as 4 dpo, having your gums bleed a teeny bit while brushing your teeth - if it's

awbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349701821937247430.post-79917100888108305232007-03-22T08:03:00.003-04:002008-06-19T17:05:18.004-04:00

So, guess what I learned today?Despite usually ovulating CD 26ish, I seem to have done so CD 22 (Monday). I know, I know, the whole point of FAM (in terms of trying to avoid) is that you can't predict in advance. But I did anyway, and apparently I was wrong.Anyway. I'm fairly sure nothing will come of this. More than likely, my period will show up as expected. But, now it means I'll be waiting on

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