Update of Randomness...

So, I have been remiss in my duties with my blog. Not like anyone reads it anymore. However I am thinking of maybe starting all over again... It's just... I've had this one for forever almost... well we'll see.

Beyond that... things are going well. I guess.

1. My son -Growing soooooo freakin fast. He's in the 90% for babies. Only 10% of babies his age are bigger than him and he's expected to be at least, and I say AT LEAST, 6 ft tall. That's what his doctor says at least. He's got teeth and is almost walking and I can barely even lift the kid without getting winded. But he's such a happy baby that my mother told me she'd smack the crap out of me if he grows up to be a total grumpy pain in the ass.

2. I was supposed to start school but I didn't. I'll have to wait. WHY? Oh my pain in the ass father in law aka FIL. He's eaten us out of house and home. Literally. No joke. I mean he really ate and still is eating... like EVERYTHING.

I am a happy eater. So is my son. Apparently, the FIL is just a freakin p-i-g. My hubs and I spend around 200-250 a month on groceries. I mean no joke. That's pretty good eh? And with a baby too! However in the last two weeks I have had to fork over $500 bucks on food alone. I mean really. Five. Freakin'. Hundred. Dollars. Are you kidding me??????????

And what? You probably say, "Let him pay for his share." What share? He's got like 15 bucks in his account thanks to his good for nothing son (my bro-in-law now my hubs). BIL stole from FIL and now his accounts are in chaos and he's living here. Crazeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

But the added expense of FIL in the household is seriously a total PITA (pain in the ass!). I would say it would be nice to pawn maybe a kidney or two from the FIL... he can survive with just one! But even that won't be worth much. Now I digress, due to him, I'm not in school. The son of a freakin......................................................... Sorry that was me breathing. Hoping to calm down some.

Let's move to another topic.

3. I can't think of another topic. Therefore, you're all going to get my first thought where I considered letting this blog rest in peace. Eh... who knows... it might survive to tell another tale. None the less, the kidlet is seriously waking up... I don't know why. But I have to make sure his butt stays in bed.

Random Update of Randomness...

So more trains of thought...


Train 1 right now is carrying the thought, "I hate the common cold." Here's a squirming little bundle of joy with a stuffed up nose and the ONLY thing I can do is suck that mucus out.


I really wish babies were born knowing how to blow their noses. Instead I have come to realize that sucking it back in, is the only thing they instinctually know how to do when it comes to a stuffed up nose. Which of course is the opposite of what you want, because what better way to get well than to get that gunk out of your body and out of your system?


Therefore this cheerful mom gets to wrestle with the squirming bundle of joy that is human flesh, to try and get him to cooperate, so she can either spray or drop saline fluid into his nose softening the mucus and wetting his little nose. Then after dealing with the saline, this mom now has to use this bulb-like nose aspirator and suck that saline fluid back out, hoping that as she suctions that saline out, out will come mucus as well. All the while the little bundle of joy is squirming and fighting and growing to realize that when mom does something in one nostril, she'll try for the other one next.


Fie! Fie! On the cold...


Train 2 carries the thought, "California here I come!"


It's not that I miss California. I really don't. I still prefer where I'm at to Southern California any day. But during the pregnancy and even more AFTER, I realized how much I miss my family there as well as my friends.


So here I am on my way, toting said little bundle of joy, so he can meet the people that I so very much miss.


So I'm excited but at the same time, I'm bummed because my husband won't be able to go with us. It unfortunately still keeps me struggling with my postpartum. Here I am going to be surrounded by people who will be able to help me, but the most important person in my life will unable to be there.


Train 3 -"So many new mom's carry self-guilt."


Really, it's true. Afer talking to how many moms about my own postpartum I think I came to a reasonable theory. When a woman becomes a new mom, it's like she is expected (maybe by others or maybe by her own self) to be nothing but mom. It's almost like a woman loses her personal identity and henceforth becomes known as "Mom".

Then when a new mom wants to do something for herself, something she used to love doing, she then feels guilt that it's not about the baby. Other moms I've talked to said they felt guilty because they worked after a couple of months. Other moms felt guilty that they wanted to take a bath every now and then as a way to just relax.

Well... all I have to say to that is this: Just because a woman becomes a mother doesn't mean she loses who was in the first place. She just added another role to her life.

Train 4 is a happy train! I've gone back to my normal size!

That is right! I am proudly and happily wearing my old clothes again... only took about 7-8 weeks. But hey... it happened. :)

New Update...

OOOOOOOOOOOOkay... so the amnio test sucked lol.

I layed on my back, which made it difficult to breathe. They put my belly on an ultrasound so they can always see the baby and make sure the needle doesn't get to him, and they give me a shot right in the abdomen and take some of the amniotic fluid. I'm always getting shots lately. I'm not scared of them, but honestly, it's like the hospital just keeps on taking my blood, the darn vampires.

So, the doctor administering the test is hopeful my child stays still. Yeah right. Like my child would just let some random person poke and prod at him and then stick a needle in his face without fighting back. So my son did fight back. Kicked and punched at the doctor and needle. And that doctor makes a silly comment, "Looks like he found a new toy to play with." What on earth is WRONG with him??? What kind of parent would count a "needle" as a toy?!

I tell you what. I'll put one of his kids in a bed of needles and tell them to enjoy their new toy.

Anyway, my child didn't like the procedure AT ALL. He was pretty fiesty in my belly for a good hour before he finally calmed down.

Beyond the needle adventure, the little guy's lungs aren't fully developed yet. My doctor said that's pretty normal since it usually happens between weeks 35 and 39.

So back to the first plan and deliver at week 39. Sigh, two more weeks. I have to bear the rash and the high blood pressure for only 2 more weeks. And at the same time, I'm still stuck in bed rest.

Well, to cheer me up, Jon adopted two kittens. (We had to give up the two kittens we rescued. We gave them to this lady who adores cats because our apartment wouldn't allow pets. But now that we have our own house... we can have all the pets we want. Dog will come later, most likely a year after the baby's born.) They are easy pets, more independent than pups and easier to train. Show them the litter box and the food and you're set. Plus it keeps my father in law company while Jon and I are dealing with all day doctor visits or eventually just taking care of and dealing with the baby.

So my little family is growing quite fast. Bambi in the front yard, two cats, and a soon a baby. Eh... c'est la vie.

Pregnancy Update and Other Stuff Too!!!

Well... here's another update...

We finally moved all our stuff into our new house. The neighbor across the street from us raises chickens and has offered to sell us farm grown eggs... They are about a half a mile away. The neighbor behind us is a farmer and he lives about 2 miles away... still he gives us a great view of pasture/trees/and the sunset.

We have deer who like to chill in our front yard. It's pretty cool. I leave them food and late at night or early morning they come out and eat. Sometimes I see them and sometimes I miss them. But unless I'm starving to death, Bambi and his family will be forever safe in my front yard.

However due to the stress of moving and other random stress factors I was hospitalized for an evening and now am diagnosed with Pregnancy Induced Hypertension. Almost but not quite onto Pre-eclampsia (which is BAD... not like hypertension while pregnant isn't bad... but pre-eclampsia is worse... and then eclampsia itself is even worse than that). My feet/ankles were constantly swollen and the highest my blood pressure has been so far is 156/113. Now considering the fact that I've never had high blood pressure and always had low pressure for the majority of my life up until the last 3-4 weeks... 156/113 was a drastic change.

And if you are wondering what pre-eclampsia/eclampsia could do to me or the baby welllllllll... for the baby it could age the placenta sooner, which means the baby doesn't get all his nutrients/food that he needs. For me... it means I could go into seizures or convulsions and land into a coma... none of which is also good for the baby.

Soooooo I've been sentenced to bed rest until this baby is born. Not allowed to do anything more stressful than go to take a shower for 15 minutes. Which considering the fact that I just moved into a new place and would like to be unpacked and decorate... sucks. I am not one to just sit still. However sitting still or laying down on my left side is precisely what keeps my blood pressure down... so I have no choice.

I also got this rash called PUPPS which many pregnant women get. Good news it will go away. Bad news: it won't happen until after the baby's born and until then it'll just get worse. It itches and it's irritable and it makes it hard for me to stay still lol.

Anyway as a result of all these new and interesting complications my doctor is now planning on delivering the baby early. He really wanted it to happen on November 15, which is the date I wanted it to happen because it's my dad's birthday too. BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT... due to recent events, I wouldn't mind if I was induced tomorrow.

And I technically could be since there is a high possibility that I might. Tomorrow baby and I have another doctor's appointment. We first will take the amnio test to see if my little guy's lungs are fully developed. Then we'll see the doctor and then go for more lab work. Doctor said that if his lungs are already set... then he can be delivered even immediately after the test and be just fine. Considering that Caden will be at 37 weeks tomorrow... I think he'll be fine and be delivered by next week. And all I can say is... FINALLY. lol.

So... there you all go... that's how I'm doing. And seeing as I'm supposed to be in bed and instead I'm online surfing the web, posting, etc... I think I have to go and follow doctor's orders now. So later all. Time to go to bed... but first... time for a snack... and then bed...

None the less...

HAPPY HALLOWEEN ALL!