31 December 2009

Happy New Year!

Well, we survived the 4 hour trip to Cincinnati! I took minimal meds, the baby slept almost the entire way down AND back, and the mama only slept on the way back! So....over all: success!

Tonight we ring in the new year. One year ago today was the debacle with the thermometer.....errrr pregnancy test stick. It's crazy what a difference a year can make. :)

It is with a big heart, slobbered on clothes, and lack of coffee headache that I wish you and yours a wonderfully beautifully New Year! Celebrate closely with the ones you love......and in the words of a very intelligent newborn:

"pbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbblt" <~insert raspberry noise here!

16 December 2009

Plans for the Holidays

Well, we are going to do something I never thought possible...we are taking the baby to see my folks! Yep...you heard me! We went through all of the holiday baby clothes until we found something that wouldn't freak my mom out (Peace, Love, and XMas was not in the top 5 sadly) and I have spent the last few days telling the baby how much she is going to make my mom melt! So....the day after XMas, we're going to head south to the warm lands of Cincinnati, to see if we can make my mom melt, my dad drool (not literally of course!), and my grandparents giggle! Talk to everyone after the holidays!

11 December 2009

Amazing....

There are times when I look at her and am simply amazed....there is no other word for it.

:)

Reflections on the first day

Well....I would like to say it was a happy blissful blur, but that just ain't so....I remember almost every minute of the whole day: from waking up in labor sometime around midnight (I actually woke up around 2am) to waking the kids up at 3am, to driving to the hospital at 330a, to being admitted at 4a, to taking the boy to the cafeteria around 7a, to moving from the shower to the bed, to sending for the kids, to watching the doctor run in (almost too late) along with the kids, to watching the water bag emerge, to watching the baby being born, to hearing her first cries, to watching the kids jumping up and down because she was a girl, to watching the boy cut the chord, to watching the doctor and mom cry, to telling the sister and grandma, to texting the whole world twice over about the baby, to ordering food for everyone, especially mom, to making plans to transport to recovery, to getting our new tiny room, to having every medical personnel introduce themselves, to having multiple family stop by, to finally falling asleep, exhausted in the chair, by the bed that I couldn't even figure out how to unfold.........

Yeah, those kind of memories ROCK!

01 September 2009

The time could be now.................

Well, we are going to the hospital tomorrow morning....who knows what the future may hold.....perhaps a new bambino? My next posting might be as PapiD.....so stay tuned....................................... :)

20 August 2009

Nesting

I have often heard the term "nesting" as being the actions done prior to the birth (whether physical or through adoption, etc) of a child. Usually a parent sees the millions of things that need to be finished, done, cleaned and so forth before he or she could possibly bring this child to their home. Often times it's deep cleaning a nursery type room, or putting away a stack of photos from 1987, or bringing out the stroller and car seats (neither of which are going to be used immediately by said baby because it's the dead of winter...bad weather for strolling....or the car seat is not for infants....which indeed means you now need two car seats for a human who weighs less than the car seat itself!)

But I digress.......

Nesting.....to those who are parents already, you chuckle, I know, at the ideas of nesting. And I know why you chuckle. We claim it's for the baby's benefit, but it so isn't, is it? That baby can't see past it's nose, and really won't care one way or the other if you have a clean shelf for your entire Star Trek series! Nor will it care if your clothes are all clean and put away in the closet ready to be grabbed at a moments notice. Really, all that baby knows is damn this is soooooo not what I am used to!! PUT ME BACK!

Therefore, I have decided that I am going to be a techno-nester! That's right...my nesting is going to be for my benefit and sound mind (and I realize some of you may chuckle at that idea in and of itself....hush you!)

Techno-nesting: The art of preparing your techno world for a baby.
  • Currently, I have filtered by 12+ emails so that there are very few emails that will actually go to my inbox, therefore requiring very little of the precious few hours left of being not a parent of a newborn!
  • I have prepared all of my "vacation" notices so that no one is offended that I have not immediately responded. (Of course that is for the few people in my life I do immediately respond to. The rest will merely want to know why I haven't responded say, after a week or so!)
  • My blogs have also been prepared to state the news that I am away parenting a new one.
  • My voicemail will soon have the important information (Name, Date and Time of Birth, and that I won't be answering phone calls until our period of initial bonding is over).
  • My work email and VM will not only state I am away from my desk, but it will not give a time in which I will be returning. ha ha on YOU!
  • I am also in the process of buying a ridiculous amount of memory sticks because I want to be the type of new parent who shows a million pictures to every unsuspecting soul around me!
So you see, I am starting a new trend. Other in our house may be "normal nesting" but I have chosen a the route that makes the most sense to me! Just you wait.....you know you're going to wonder when I will be back....and you're probably going to want to see at least a few dozen of those pictures! You'll be glad I have taken such preparatory steps!!

17 August 2009

Heart in your throat?

So, this past Saturday I attended a symposium here in Columbus. I had a great time, met friends (old and new), and enjoyed great discussion. I am really looking forward to next year's event. However, being "on high alert" for this big event of my life, I did have one small moment when I realized just how highly strung I have gotten over the last few weeks.

I had told every speaker in the classes I attended that I would have my phone on HIGH so I wouldn't miss the possible phone call announcing "This is IT!" My feelings, however, were that it wouldn't be today, so I was going to be ok today. I got up and moving early (checked in at 7 a.m. before leaving to see that everything was ok), turned on my cell phone, left a short note, and headed out. I got registered, met my buds, and went through the first session. It was great...informative and interesting. No phone calls, which I didn't really expect because my assumptions were that everyone was still sleeping.

We then moved on to the second session. It was an interesting session with great discussion. In the middle of discussion, however, my phone buzzed (I had turned it down when I went to the restroom and forgot to put it back on audio). For that 1.4 seconds, all blood drained out of my body, hands, brain, EVERYTHING! My heart, making up for the loss of blood, started this crazy pounding dance! BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM At second 1.5 I let go of my breath, grabbed the phone and looked at the display.............I was ready to have my life changed FOREVER!

Can I tell you that I almost laughed out loud when the text read "We're having a yard sale today. You should come over!" Deciding I didn't need CPR or oxygen, I texted back that I was in a symposium and couldn't make it. Then I went back to engaging in the discussion knowing that I probably should go to the restroom again after session to throw a little cold water on my face and maybe get a coffee (my "nicotine" fix for everything!) to settle my nerves.

PHEW.....can I tell you, I'm not really sure what I will do when the true "ring" comes in! I guess I should be glad we are past the pager stage in life. Chances are, if I carried a pager that only one person knew the number to, I am pretty sure my first reaction would be passing out, instead of checking to see if it was a false alarm or the wrong number....or the real thing!!

24 June 2009

Father's Day 2009

Well...I can now say something I wasn't sure I would ever be able to say. I had a GREAT Father's Day dinner!

Yep...you heard me right. I was taken out by the (soon-to-be) big brother for Father's Day. We hit the local steak house, had a lesson on money estimation, learned about tips and service, talked about how great a good steak tastes, and shared a rather "guy" evening! There was even baseball on the big screen!

What more can I say? It was GREAT! I saw how big his heart is, how much he is trying to find his place in this world (and even MY place in his world), how happy he is to sometimes be the man in charge, and how cool he still is to hang with!! Probably even more cool now that he's older! It was a totally and completely SWEET evening. It has even helped even out the fact that my phone died that evening. After all, what's a phone compared to dinner out?!

Thanks, lil dude, for such a great evening out! I'm looking forward to many more such evenings!

22 April 2009

Mars Mud and Friendship

I have found the secret to befriending a shy 5 year old....Mars Mud! Who knew? I didn't...it was a long shot, but it paid off!

Date: End of 2003 (Decemberish)
So...here was this little fellow hiding behind him mama, staring at me, I'm sure not knowing if I was friend or foe, boy or girl. He had the biggest eyes and they stared at me. So I did the normal..."hey"....great opening line eh? Yeah, I'm good like that.

An hour later, and we were still at the same place...him staring, me still kinda not sure what to do or say. Then I noticed it...a small container of Mars Mud. It's like slime, only brown like mud. It was in a little cylinder container complete with lid. So, I picked it up and opened the container. Those eyes were still looking at me. I pushed my finger down in it to see if it was still soft and mushy. Yeah...it was. Excellent!

I pushed down again. It made the small kinda-farting sound. And the eyes grew wider. Oh...did I have interest? Hmmmmm

I pushed my finger down in the mud and it made a louder farting sound. And the eyes (and body) moved about a fraction of an inch closer. It seemed that every time I made the Mars Mud "fart," the eyes (and body) moved another inch closer. In an hour the eyes might even be close enough to look into. :)

Then I stopped. And the eyes looked up at me. I looked back. "Make that noise." Wow! They eyes spoke. I grinned and made the Mars Mud "fart" again. And the eyes smiled and scooted the rest of the way across the couch. "Can I try?" I handed the precious can of Mars Mud over to the eyes.

The eyes made the Mud "fart" and then giggled. And repeated. And repeated again. The eyes handed over the Mud to me. I made the Mud "fart" and handed it back. The eyes made it "fart" and handed it back. And suddenly the eyes were resting their elbows on my thigh, laughing with each farting noise, and smiling! Then, when I thought the eyes had said everything it could, they looked up at me. "I like you."

WOOOHOOOOO....................they eyes liked me! They really really liked me! And well, that was a great thing, because everyone knows that they way through a mama's heart is through her little ones eyes....and these eyes liked me! And something cool.....I liked the eyes too....they were really beautiful eyes!

19 April 2009

What's in a Name?

Well, apparently a lot. We aren't going to find out the birth gender, so we have two lists. Have you ever really spent time thinking about names? I mean, it's no surprise to most that I really do not like my birth name and feel more "in tune" with my nicname. I even have online names, such as Teach, that have stuck around for a while. But really, the power behind a name is amazing.

Many names conjure up strong emotions and/or thoughts of memories, both good and bad. Do I want those emotions or those thoughts tied forever into my thoughts of this child? Most likely: no. Also, the actual meaning behind the names. I mean, doesn't it cause you to think when it says things like "means 'bitter' in Hebrew." Ok...again, do you want to start a kid out with something like that. Maybe a name that "means 'rich life' in English/Welsh/German", or "means 'positive outlook' in Scottish/Spanish," etc. What about something that means "the goddess smile upon you" or "Mother Earth wraps you in Her love"? I suppose making up a name is possible, but doesn't sound like fun.

Then, there is the crazy part of me that thinks "I want a name where I can buy those ugly ass trinkets with the name already on it!" They never have pencils or key chains with Hadrian or Sacheverell on them. (Really...those aren't names in the running, I'm just making a point...no fears!) Although, again, since I hated my birth name, I also hated getting things with it printed on them. So, maybe that shouldn't even be a thought in the process.

I want a strong name. Something that give the kid a boost when it's used. Something that will fill the child with confidence and give it a voice in this world. Something that will help it show strength, but not through power or intimidation. A name that shows impartiality and understanding. A name that softens rough edges. A name that is a reflection of the spirit within this child. I reflect on some of the books I have read lately (yeah, more of my "fluff" reading) but there was a section where you never used your true name because you were giving power to the person who knew it. But, you didn't just have a name...you were that name. It's one of the reasons I have never objected to people changing their names when they became of age (whatever that age may be). If the name felt like your name, then it should be your name. Of course, if I help pick a name for this child, he or she won't be allowed to change it!! ha I'm kidding of course...it's just the irony of it all!

But back to the searching. The adults in this household don't use their actual birth names. So, what does that say for us? Both of our parents were young parents when we were born. Do you think they searched for our names? Or did they have those names picked out all their lives? Or were they influenced by outside sources? In my case, I would say it was my mom's hope to be everything I could be in a daughter!! *smirking* I like thinking that because it really makes me chuckle! I think I'm going to have to be a wee bit more open-minded in that department!

Well, I have rambled, and it really hasn't led me down any paths of enlightenment. It has, however, led me to notice I haven't had nearly enough coffee today! So, I think I shall wander to the kitchen, brew up a cup, and ponder "What's in a name, anyhow" a little longer!

If anyone has suggestions, feel free to pass them along. All will be given consideration. Maybe some more days with sunshine, a little more coffee, and moments of "a-ha" will lead to something worthwhile!

3:20p 19 April

14 April 2009

Things I should have known (had I thought about it)...but never really thought about before...

  • Morning sickness is completely mislabeled...it can occur any time of the day (although, yes, it is especially annoying to have it hit first thing in the morning), it isn't on a time limit, it doesn't happen only once a day, and although it may be confirming/reminding you there is a baby being "created," it does NOT rank up in the top five lovely aspects of having a baby.
  • Fetuses (Fetusi?) do not start out life with eyelids! In the words of an intelligent young dude, "They would so be able to win a staring contest right now!" Creepy....yet cool.
  • Bathroom breaks...they aren't for the feint of heart. The trick is on you when you feel every 10-15 minutes like you have to pee but really, there is nothing there. Well, nothing other than a that orange-sized baby sitting, squishing, and other-ways completely smooshing your bladder. That has GOT to suck!
  • A fetus can hiccup but it can't fart. (OK, I would have never thought about this one!)

Reflection 14 April 2009

Tomorrow marks 19 weeks. Nineteen weeks since our last attempt (obviously successful ) at insemination. That was in December (pre-holidays). I think I read a silly child's story about a witch going to school while we sat there. We sat on the bed, reading, talking, wiggling as little as possible, and hoping that perhaps this time, everything would work just right. If we headed into 2009 with a failed attempt, we could officially say we had been at this for 2 years. Neither of us really wanted to have that claim to fame. So we both sat, really feeling good about things, chatting, laughing, and totally hoping December 2008 was our time.

Move forward to New Year's Eve 2008. I hate this time of the month...the time when we pull out the pregnancy tests or worse, the more natural way of finding out, once again, there will be no baby in nine months. She had already told me that she thought she messed up the test because, funny enough, it didn't come up positive OR negative! Not sure what THAT means for our future, but hey, I was willing to believe there is a certain magic to pregnancy tests. I mean, really, have you thought about how many lives that little bit larger than a Q-tip size instrument has changed? It's astounding, in my opinion. So we talked about the New Year's celebration, what time we were picking up the boy, what time we were waking up the girl, and more importantly, what we wanted for breakfast. (OK...that's my take on the priorities that morning!) Oh yeah, and she mentioned again that a mouse was seen again in the girl's room. We were going to take a trip to the store to get more no-kill traps. I like the idea, why kill something that has a right to live, but I wasn't sure how I was going to handle taking said squealing, squirming mouse outside to release it. yuck! Probably wouldn't be me anyhow. But, I digress.......

With mice in my thoughts, and food on my brain, I head to the shower. From the bedroom comes a scream and "OH MY GOD!" OH great....the mouse is now in MY room! (That was my immediate thought.) I peeked around the door frame I see her sitting still on the side of the bed staring at what I thought was her thermometer. You know the one we have been living by for almost two years now monitoring every single percentage of a degree in temperature change. I wasn't quite sure why a mouse would lead you to stare at a thermometer, but hey, I was game for about anything these days.

I headed slowly back into the bedroom and she yelled again.....well, it was kind of a yell, kind of a squeak, kind of a weird sound altogether. Now, OBVIOUSLY she knows that if it really is a mouse, I am NOT the person to call. I couldn't fathom why she thought I would want to even act like I was going to be the stud who captured the mouse! So I walked down the hall, watching her stare at the thermometer, looking for that annoying rodent, and then stopped when she started pointing the thermometer at me. "LOOK! LOOK!" At least I think that is what she squeaked out. Funny. There were tears in her eyes. And a silly goofy grin. And, interestingly enough, it really wasn't her thermometer. (Hey, they are both white!) It was a pregnancy test. After an hour of sitting by the bed, it had decided to give us a result. And wouldn't you know it...POSITIVE!

Now, I know what went through my head...and it's probably what goes through most people's thoughts: It's only a stick...it's not really actual proof that there is a baby. Don't get too crazy about it.

So, of course, being the ass I am, I voiced those words. And those tear filled eyes focused on me and said, "Fail-proof. We're going to have a baby." So, really, how can you refute words about a medical item you know nothing about? So, I sat down on the bed and thought, hey, we're going to have a baby. And then I laughed. Seems like the year 2009 was going to waaaaay more in store for me than I had ever, ever, ever in my wildest dreams, anticipated. Hot damn! :)