I thought I'd take a picture of the naked belly today since she has dropped. I also feel that at least a side profile view of that protruding belly button is worth seeing because it's so gross. According to babycenter, she weighs 6-1/3 pounds and measures a bit over 19 inches. I weighed in at 219 even this morning which I can't even understand but that's okay. I'm not meant to understand all things.
Yesterday I had my checkup with the good doctor and he told me last week's strep test was negative but they had a hard time finding my results because the lab misspelled my last name. How you misspell Friday I will never know. I told him that I definitely feel more pressure down below and that I thought she'd dropped and he confirmed that. I thanked him for making me feel like I'm not crazy as I think I am and he told me I was one of the least crazy people he had to deal with which I took as a fantastic compliment. Since all the people in my life keep telling me they don't think I will make it to my due date and I have been experiencing what I assume are Braxton Hicks contractions, I asked if he should be checking down there to see if anything was going on. He said he didn't agree with them and that if in two weeks I have not gone into labor and feel like I should, then he would do something for me.
I'm in no rush to give birth or to induce or anything like that. I told him that Husband didn't want him to touch me because last time he did I had Casey and we had a good laugh about it. Doc said he would never have done that without my permission and I assured him we were just teasing. Basically, Casey's due date was on the 25th and on the 23rd I went in for a checkup and my cervix wasn't "favorable." Doc "stimulated" my cervix and a few hours later my water broke and within 12 hours Casey was born a day early. Magic hands, eh? I am sure Miss Christa will join us when she is good and ready and if she's a nice girl she'll let mama have at least a week of maternity leave without being all up in it. Rest and baby prep need to happen!
We had a wee pink jungle theme. My SIL made me this wee diaper cake. Wee is the keyword. As is cute. My Lord was it ever.
This was the "after-party" where the stragglers sat and killed wine and gossiped like good little hens do. Loved it. Almost as much as I loved the tiny cupcakes.
BFF made me do this. She threw the shower so I complied. With duckface.
Here's my SIL and her twin-mom
Here's me and my mommy
This is me and my girls. I sure love these ladies. Lots of other ladies attended but these were the most important guests in my humble opinion. The makers of shit happening and what have you. I can always count on them. /sap
SPOILED BABY! I need to kick up my fashion game because she is going to shame her mama.
Casey was stoked to go to school and to see me upon pickup. These two things bring me lots of happiness.
After work we had dinner at my mom's house and that's a win win for everyone. I get to sit and be fed and don't have to lift a finger. Someone else has to feed Casey. Casey gets to play with new toys. Gaga gets her Casey fix. BOOM
I got a phone call from Tony at the Chinese restaurant. He called to see if I'd had the baby yet. Nope. He then asked to come over which was totally random but he just wanted to drop off presents for the girl baby. She now has more onesies and a cute little princess-y blanket covered in crowns that is accompanied by a wee ballerina doll. Princesses and ballerinas, folks. Yup.
Today, for me, is the best day. Today is the last day Husband will ever work in San Diego again although I'm not entirely certain his work knows that. He's going to come home tonight and we'll sleep in the same house more often than not. He'll be home to help me with our children and the world will be right. I'll never have another sleepless night/morning fretting about his stupid commute. He'll never have to crash with another co-worker turned "roommate." Glory be.
It's my nephew Josef's birthday. I just thought I'd mention that in case BFF would like to make the connection that she calls me Joseph.
Will be Friday. I have no plans this weekend other than to tend to a recovering Husband and attend my Sprinkle on Sunday. This is a lovely thing.
Broke out one of my shirts that I had when I was pregnant with Casey this morning. Nothing wrong with struttin' around like a gigantic peacock when you're THIRTYSIXWEEKSPREGNANT. Haha. According to babycenter, she's about 6 pounds and 18.5" (a head of romaine lettuce). She certainly feels big and strong when she tries to kick her way out of me via my rib cage.
I didn't weigh myself today but yesterday afternoon at the OBGYN after a HUGE lunch, fully clothed with Uggs on, I think the scale said 224? Not too bad.Yeah Uggs. I think my days of wearing shoes are behind me. Rockin' the flip flops today. This past weekend the foot swelling started. May have had something to do with the miles of theme park I traversed. I guess I'm stoked to still be wearing my wedding ring at least.
Now my appointments will be once a week until I pop. At yesterday's appointment I got to have a vaginal and rectal culture to check for bacteria called Group B streptococci (GBS). I had a negative result with Casey so the doctor didn't think it was likely I'd have it this time around. I was also informed that I don't have diabetes although that test was taken 8 weeks ago and one of his nurses had already informed me of that. He did say that I'm slightly anemic, which is nothing new, so I started taking iron supplements last night in addition to my daily multivitamin.
I can honestly say I have never felt more tired in my life, nor more starving. I drink and eat all day long and yawn all the way through it. I feel very big and my active little daughter makes me even more uncomfortable than I need to be. Doc asked me if I was happy with her movements and I said I was happy she was moving, I just wish it didn't hurt so much. My feisty little lady. I can't wait to see the goodies she gets at the shower BFF is throwing me this weekend! Hooray for parties!
I guess this past weekend away was somewhat of a babymoon so I should jot some things down about it. On Friday, we left Oxnard at about 1pm and headed south to Carlsbad. We arrived at our hotel, the Carlsbad By The Sea Resort at about 4:30pm. We chose this hotel because it is extremely close to Legoland and that was our primary weekend destination. It was very clean and comfortable and even offered free breakfast so that was a really nice bonus. I booked our reservations online through hotels.com and got the very reasonable rate of $125/night for a room with two queen beds, a microwave and a refrigerator which I consider "must haves" when you are traveling with a three year old. It was a three-day holiday weekend so I'm sure they could have totally ripped us off rate-wise but I don't feel they did.
That night we had dinner with my dad's cousin and her family which was very nice. Restaurant dining is not all that fun with Casey so to avoid that struggle was much appreciated. The next morning we had breakfast at the resort and headed out bright and early to the Kids Marathon Mile at Legoland. Getting into this event traffic and parking wise was a damn disaster but the actual event was very nice. BFF's sister had participated in the past so we all went down and did it together. We got super cute marathon shirts and the kids got medals for finishing the mile through the park that was done prior to the opening of the park. They had snacks and entertainment in the parking lot before and after the walk. We also got discounted adult admission to the parks as well as free admission for the kids (the park-hopper included Sea Life Aquarium) which we totally took advantage of.
Legoland was fun but I'm sure glad we got discounted tickets because I don't think it would have been worth the price of admission had we had to pay full price. I think maybe Casey may have been about a year too young for most of the park but he certainly enjoyed himself there. The rides were a little bit inconsistent with their riding requirements and that bothered Husband. I thought there would be a little more hands-on activity so it was a little different than I expected. That said, there were several play areas for the littles that they loved so a good time was definitely had.
After a couple hours at Legoland we went to a lovely spot for lunch with BFF's family called Pizza Port in Carlsbad. The pies were delicious and there was a whole lot of beer drinking to be had. Luckily we found a couple picnic tables outside and the weather was gorgeous so the kids could run around while we visited. Inside the actual restaurant was jam-packed! After that we went back to the hotel to nap like we were getting paid for it. Later that night we had dinner with Husband's friends that he lived with for a bit and their two kids. Casey was definitely in love with the older kids he got to play with both nights we were in town and I was in love with not having to really pay much attention to him.
On Sunday, we had breakfast at the hotel again and it just could not have worked out better. We headed over to hit up the Sea Life Aquarium but we arrived a good half hour too soon so we decided to sneak into the lobby of the Legoland Hotel to take a look around. I had wanted to stay there but the rooms were like $350/night! No way! That being said? The lobby RULED. So many Legos to play with and see! A pirate ship and a castle! Casey was in heaven and it was the perfect way to kill some time.
We were the first ones into the aquarium and boy did we have a good time because we basically had the whole place to ourselves. We covered the entire thing in about 45 minutes because Casey was excitedly running around and forcing me to follow him with the quickness saying "You are NOT taking a break, Mama!" There were lots of things that allowed hands-on experience, lots of Legos incorporated in the displays and the aquariums were just gorgeous. It was so much fun and I think better than Legoland. I'm really glad we got a chance to go but since we covered it so quickly, we were able to go back to Legoland for another hour to mosey more slowly around the miniature display and have an ice cream cone before we hit the road. I'm grateful Legoland's park-hopper tickets were for more than just a day and that we got to leisurely go between parks since they are super close to one another. This may have been a little different from a larger park like say Disneyland which is where I'd probably be more inclined to return to as far as theme parks go.
Pictures of our super fun weekend can be seen here.
My Gran broke her hip. We're not sure if it was when she fell a couple weeks ago or when she fell this morning. Either way, it's broken. She'll be in the hospital, then have surgery and then go to a convalescent home. The last time she broke her hip - the other one - it was the beginning of the end of her sanity. Not sure what happens now.
I've decided to take my maternity leave starting the 10th of February. I did the math and that puts me back at work on Monday, May 12th aka my 37th birthday. Nice.
We hired a new guy back in December to be my replacement and he's not exactly catching on super quick so I'm nervous. He's a bit younger than me and has got sort of long curly hair, drives a VW bus, worked for a hydroponics place... I guess you could say he seems like a bit of a stoner. He came in yesterday with a giant forearm tattoo of a VW logo that my boss thought was a swastika. The whole thing seems silly. Who gets a giant forearm tattoo at their new workplace where they're kind of sort of a temp? I guess I just don't get it.
So that picture I put up of the two pregnants yesterday? I figured out I weighed about 240 lbs when Casey was born so that's TWENTY pounds more than I weigh now. Glad my eyes are not porcine like back in 2010. Goodness.
Here's a fun "small town" story. My in-laws live in a village, population less than 1,000 people. I called the local florist there and said I'd like to order flowers for my MIL and told the lady her name. She said "Do you want that delivered to the school or Treasurer Road?" Just by her name she knew where she lived and worked. Is that not insane? I love that story! I told Husband about it and I guess that florist grew up down the road and his brother dated her sister. Good stuff.
(Girl on left, Casey on right- same gestation time)
She's about 18" long and 5-1/4 pounds, about the size of a honeydew melon. I'm clocking in at 219.6 despite the fact that I can't stop eating. Seriously. It's all I want to do. I cannot get full. I tried stocking up on snacks but it's just not enough so I resort to the cookies that keep popping up in our office. How do the Christmas treats keep multiplying? Has that time not passed!?
If I'm not eating, I'm peeing. Incontinence is the worst. I pee and wipe and if I stand up from the toilet or shift when I'm still seated, more pee comes out. Don't bother recommending kegels to me. I don't want to hear it. I can't remember the last time I had a dry pair of underwear on. Yeah. You're welcome. This is the glamorous side of pregnancy no one wants to talk about. At least I don't pee when I sneeze any more. Thank God for small favors.
I'm getting to be super uncomfortable when I sit for too long so 8 hours at a desk at work is just awesome. Sleeping is darn near impossible because I'm up a lot to go to the bathroom or roll over or shift the pillow I have crammed between my knees. I realized this morning I have been telling Casey to leave my belly alone for about thirty weeks now and for thirty weeks he has all but ignored that request. Last night we were cuddling in bed and I told him my tummy hurt so he asked if he could just put his hand on the baby and he did so super gently and I could not have been more pleased.
Husband and I are predicting she will be born on the 18th of February.
On Saturday night we had a lovely dinner with BFF and her family as well
as the Amezquitas. Antipasto, Husband's sausage pastry app, Italian wedding soup and a delicious salad followed by a pecan pie made for a very
full Randi! Four kids and six adults loving each other under the same
rooftop. It was a super fun time, I just can't wait for "Sharing" to
replace "Crying" as a thing. Or for me to be able to drink heavily to drown it out. One of those.
On Sunday I had asked Casey to go outside to give his daddy a kiss before we went down for a nap. He disappeared to instead throw on my Ugg boots. He thought this was the funniest thing he has ever done.
Husband likes to lie on my big fat pregnant tummy to hum to Miss Christa in the hopes it will calm her from trying to kick out of my body. We were having our nice moment when Casey decided to climb on the family mountain for a cuddle puddle. Here's the best picture ever taken.
And then there's this. I believe it is my son's footprint in the form of a lady bug. HOWEVER, there appears to be another Casey at his school so I'm not entirely certain. That does not stop this from being one of the cutest damn things I have ever seen. Mother's Confession Update: That is not my son's footprint. LOL
I've tried to keep this from being a mommy blog but it seems all I do is blog about pregnancies and miscarriages so why deny it any longer? Today's topic is daycare. Ever since Casey was 3 months old he has been going to Maria's. For three years we have had the very same routine and he has been with the very same lady with only my niece to compete with as far as getting attention goes. Maria fed and bathed him and taught him how to use the potty and I'm pretty sure most of what Casey knows and says and does should be accredited to her influence. He called her MommyMia and she deserved it.
Since it is a new year and I will soon be the mother of two, I thought it was time for Casey to start attending a preschool daycare. Since he and my niece fight like siblings, I thought it would be good for him to be around children he was not related to while also giving Maria some one-on-one time with Lici until Christa starts going to Maria's mid-May. I also thought the structure of school would appeal to Casey's need for routine and was excited about him learning his numbers and colors and all that jazz. My main concern was that Casey is not the best eater when it comes to meals. He's a bit of a grazer and really mainly only ever eats a few food items: pizza, grilled cheese or peanut butter & jelly sandwiches or chicken nuggets. I'm not proud of this but it is what it is.
On Monday, Casey didn't even flinch when I dropped him off at his new "school." He ditched me at the door, sat right next to the teacher and just dove right in. I left the daycare in tears but happy that it was so easy even though the lady told me he'd have a rougher time as the week went on. Cut to this morning and Casey was bawling his fool head off because he not only wanted me to stay there with him but he also really wanted to go to the Dog Store (aka Target). Boy was I upset, especially when the teacher told me "It's usually easier for them if you just drop them off and leave quickly." Yeah, that's my intention but unfortunately I have things to drop off in the cubby that require me to enter the classroom. Sigh.
We paid the $50/month food plan option but it seems that he simply doesn't want to eat their food even though according to their meal calendar, it's mostly the stuff he eats at home, stubborn kid. I have been packing him a backup lunch of PB&J and Ritz cheese crackers with a juice and he sort of picks at that so at least I know he's eating something. I also make sure to get a bowl of cereal in him before we leave the house in the morning which is something we've never done before. All in all, it's been an adjustment that has not been very easy for either of us as we are both huge creatures of habit who don't really respond well to change.
A couple of shnippets:
I know it's preschool but damn were there a lot of typos in the stuff they sent home.
Casey started off with a cold and I truly appreciate how diligent Maria must have been because every day this kid has come home with snot sleeves and snot crust on his face.
The first day upon pickup, Casey exclaimed "I had a good time!" so I know it's not terrible. The classrooms are very clean and the kids seem very nice as do all the teachers.
HOWEVER - the teachers' voices are crazy loud and shrieky and kind of freak me out when they talk to me upon pickup/drop off. Mama is not used to preschool talk.
He has a ladybug made out of his footprint on the wall in the hallway at school and it's so cute and makes me so happy and I can't wait til it comes home with us.
Casey has homework. He's 3. This is insane. Getting him to color in the lines and practice letters at home is pretty comical but we'll give it the ol' college try.
I rang in the new year with a terrible stomach flu so I wasn't overly surprised to see my weight at 219.2 this morning. According to babycenter, the baby weighs about 4-3/4 pounds and she's about 18" long - the size of a cantaloupe. Apparently, if I were to pop today, this baby would likely be A-okay which is both comforting and terrifying. I've noticed this past week that there is not enough water in the world to quench my thirst and that I'm up a lot more often in the night to go pee. My appetite has not increased or decreased much at all over the course of this entire pregnancy save for the time I was struggling with morning sickness.
Over the weekend we took Casey to the Santa Barbara Zoo and did a lot of walking. Toward the end of our visit, I was headed solo to the restroom when I heard a woman audibly gasp. Since I was minding my own business, it took me a second to look up and realize she was gasping at me. I smiled and she said sadly "How much longer?" and I told her a little over a month and she simply sighed "Good luck." It was both comedic and also kind of made me feel like shit. I'm pretty big I guess but I don't necessarily want to inspire sadness or terror in people as I walk past them. Weekend after next we're doing this little Legoland "Marathon" where we'll walk a mile through the park and I hope I don't upset people by participating. A girlfriend of mine is hopeful I give birth there and that Legoland will be inspired to give me a lifelong pass and/or a crib made of Legos. Here's to hoping.
It's almost been two months since my dad passed away and sometimes I feel like I'm not grieving enough, whatever "enough" means. I think of him daily but I don't often cry or feel sad about him. Mostly it's little things like Casey calling our car Papa's car, because it was his and we inherited itor going to the zoo this past weekend and thinking of how he'd come with us. Mostly, though, I'd say I'm doing all right despite the very obvious hole he left in our family when he left us too soon.
I find myself listening to a lot of country music lately, mostly Garth Brooks, because it reminds me of my dad for no particular reason. He was mainly a Motown/Oldies kind of guy but once upon a time he had a Garth Brooks album (In Pieces) and I sort of stole it from him and now Garth makes me think of my dad. The one song that sends me over the edge is The Dance. I guess it makes me think of our daddy/daughter dance at my wedding. I know it's about a man whose lover bid him farewell but it's so much more than that to me. There is no greater pain I've ever felt than losing my dad who was also my best friend, my mentor and just an amazing man loved by all who met him. So as painful as it is to not have him here, I would never give up my memories of him simply to avoid the heartache I feel right now not having him around.
Looking back on the memory of
The dance we shared 'neath the stars above
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd have had to miss the dance
Holding you I held everything
For a moment wasn't I a king
But if I'd only known how the king would fall
Hey who's to say you know I might have changed it all
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd have had to miss the dance
Yes my life is better left to chance
I could have missed the pain but I'd have had to miss the dance
The last time Husband and I saw a grown-up movie in the theater was early October. I think I need to be very careful with what we go see if this sort of infrequency continues. Unfortunately (and dammit does it pain me to say this), I chose for us to see Anchorman 2 despite the plethora of soon to be award-winning movies at our disposal. You see, the first film is basically one of my favorite movies of all time. Will Ferrell is quite possibly one of the greatest loves of my life. I didn't think there was any way for this to go poorly but I was wrong.
I will say that I laughed my ass off at the previews for 22 Jump Street and Neighbors. Perhaps after that I was simply too spent to offer up laughs for the movie itself. It was a warm fuzzy to see familiar faces again but some of that unforced magic was just missing. Yes I giggled a few times but nothing like the hearty guffaws I got while watching the original. There were a few flashback jokes but it just wasn't enough for me. This movie also seemed to have a bit of a message, as it were, to not trust the news that was sort of reiterated multiple times and really seemed to bother Husband because afterward he brought it up more than once.
I found myself glad we only paid for a $5 matinee and then found myself feeling quite guilty that I didn't deeply love a movie that my beloved Will Ferrell made for me. Perhaps my expectations were simply too high. Either way, I found Anchorman 2 to be quite forgettable and maybe it's just better that way. Excuse me while I go weep.