It's funny- even though we're in a recession, there seems to be this baby boom going on. I'd blame it on the water, but it's been crossing the ocean, so I guess I'll just blame it on... I don't know.
At a meeting on Wednesday, I met a new wifey. She and I are about the same amount of weeks along. And, one of the officer wives (we'll call her Bebe) is only due two days before I am! Now, I find out that our friends from Miami U are also pregnant. And of course, my friend L, who I'll now call Frau, is due about two weeks before me. And, my college roommate, D&W, who is due any day now.
Not to mention all the babies that have been born in the last year: LB, Gianna, Paige, Cora, Nathan, Rory, Addison, the triplets... it's crazy.
Do you have any idea how many diapers that is??
1/31/09
1/30/09
Sunny!
Since Hubby left for deployment, it's been pretty rainy and crappy here. It actually got into the high 50s one night. It's been nice, since I can leave the windows open and get fresh air. But now, it's back to sunny and 80 degree weather... not that I'm complaining. :) It's just for someone who feels so nauseous all the time, it was nice to breathe in those cool breezes.
My nails are already growing wicked long. It took a few months to see that benefit last time. The only theory I have is that we are having multiples. But please, for the love of all that is holy, do NOT wish that upon us! We would be so screwed if we were having more than one baby! :P
Hubby's boat made it on the front page of the Hawaii Navy Times. I cut it out and plan to paste it into his scrapbook. I'm sure he doesn't want to remember leaving us for six months, but it's a nice little piece of his Navy history. Plus, it will be a good introduction to his pages and pages of westpac photos I'm sure he'll want me to put in there. Still working on the '99 and '07 pics.......
I've been a huge slacker at the gym this week. I think I went once. I just don't feeeel like it! And I know I'm being whiny, but I've really been feeling much crappier than I did with LB. Plus, I can't continue my lifting class, so that's really just a bummer.
That's all for now!
My nails are already growing wicked long. It took a few months to see that benefit last time. The only theory I have is that we are having multiples. But please, for the love of all that is holy, do NOT wish that upon us! We would be so screwed if we were having more than one baby! :P
Hubby's boat made it on the front page of the Hawaii Navy Times. I cut it out and plan to paste it into his scrapbook. I'm sure he doesn't want to remember leaving us for six months, but it's a nice little piece of his Navy history. Plus, it will be a good introduction to his pages and pages of westpac photos I'm sure he'll want me to put in there. Still working on the '99 and '07 pics.......
I've been a huge slacker at the gym this week. I think I went once. I just don't feeeel like it! And I know I'm being whiny, but I've really been feeling much crappier than I did with LB. Plus, I can't continue my lifting class, so that's really just a bummer.
That's all for now!
1/28/09
Getting into a routine
Now that Hubby is gone, I've gotten into a boring routine. I wake up, get a bottle of milk ready, change LB while he's drinking (sneaky way to keep him still during changes), bring him into the living room to finish, take Puppy outside, come back in and take my pill, then check my email.... Every day, but it must be done.
And, you should see my calendar. Since I have the worst memory a person can have, I've had to write everything down, like "remember to check tire pressure" and "give Puppy his meds". My calendar is one of those with fancy little stickers that say "doctor's appointment" or "pay day", so it's even easier to get things organized.
And right next to that is the deployment flipchart, filled with information about legal issues, important phone numbers, etc.
So this will be how it is for the next six months. It's actually a relief to know that I only have to take into account my schedule (since LB's too young to have an active social life). But that doesn't really make the deployment suck any less.
And, you should see my calendar. Since I have the worst memory a person can have, I've had to write everything down, like "remember to check tire pressure" and "give Puppy his meds". My calendar is one of those with fancy little stickers that say "doctor's appointment" or "pay day", so it's even easier to get things organized.
And right next to that is the deployment flipchart, filled with information about legal issues, important phone numbers, etc.
So this will be how it is for the next six months. It's actually a relief to know that I only have to take into account my schedule (since LB's too young to have an active social life). But that doesn't really make the deployment suck any less.
1/26/09
The worst day of the year
Hubby deployed today. He'll be gone for six months, possibly longer. I hate it. I cried uncontrollably on the pier and will probably do it again at the AF base. This sucks. :(
1/23/09
Peeee-yewwwww
I have been wicked sensitive to food odors lately, but now my nose has turned on my dog. Puppy hasn't been to the groomers for several months now. I was going to take him this month, but I thought it might be best to wait just before my trip back home, so I'm not making two trips. I think my thriftiness is catching up with me.
The dog stinks. I've given him baths. I've even rubbed him with a waterless shampoo. He just plain-old needs a haircut and a good scrubbing only a groomer can do. It's making my whole house smell like dog. I had to close the windows because I thought the housing people were going to power-wash my house (silly me for believing them!!!), so I haven't let fresh air in all day. Well, I've been feeling nauseous and it's because of the canine stench that is just sitting in the air.
So here's my plan: 1) Get Hubby to give him a really good bath before he leaves for deployment, 2) Arm & Hammer the carpet (it's a verb when it works so well), 3) scrub the floors, and 4) promptly schedule the next groomer appointment for mid to end of February (close to my trip). Of course, this will need the kid to be confined or asleep or something, so it's a little harder said than done, but it must be done! I can't take it!
*Also, what to do about the garbage disposal?? We don't use it that often, but it seems to constantly reek. I've tried just about everything, including lemons and ice cubes and bleach. Any suggestions? It stinks almost as bad as the dog.
The dog stinks. I've given him baths. I've even rubbed him with a waterless shampoo. He just plain-old needs a haircut and a good scrubbing only a groomer can do. It's making my whole house smell like dog. I had to close the windows because I thought the housing people were going to power-wash my house (silly me for believing them!!!), so I haven't let fresh air in all day. Well, I've been feeling nauseous and it's because of the canine stench that is just sitting in the air.
So here's my plan: 1) Get Hubby to give him a really good bath before he leaves for deployment, 2) Arm & Hammer the carpet (it's a verb when it works so well), 3) scrub the floors, and 4) promptly schedule the next groomer appointment for mid to end of February (close to my trip). Of course, this will need the kid to be confined or asleep or something, so it's a little harder said than done, but it must be done! I can't take it!
*Also, what to do about the garbage disposal?? We don't use it that often, but it seems to constantly reek. I've tried just about everything, including lemons and ice cubes and bleach. Any suggestions? It stinks almost as bad as the dog.
1/21/09
Ugh, yuck.
This pregnancy is so different from LB's. I'm completely disgusted with almost all food. The smell of anything cooking is enough to send me running. The only stuff I can stomach is fruit and rice pudding. I've forced myself to eat chicken, but even thinking about that is making my stomach turn.
Fortunately, though, I do not have prurigo gestationis, or as I liked to call it, "the rash that wouldn't f***ing go away". For those of you that don't know what it is, it's a rash that appears only on your arms and legs, and it lasts from day 1 to about six weeks after birth. And it's itchy. So incredibly itchy. It only affects 1 in every 300 pregnancies (about .3%), so it's not too common. And, at least I didn't get the puppp rash on my stomach. But, I totally looked contagious. :P
So I've traded the annoying rash for all-day morning sickness. I'm not sure which one is worse. Probably the rash. But I haven't been able to stomach much, and I've actually lost about six pounds in the past month.
Based on these facts and my gut feeling, I just know that it's a girl. Which is too bad, because we wanted another boy. We already have boy clothes and boy stuff, so it would be easier. I guess she'll just have to wear blue all the time. Maybe we'll scotch-tape a bow to her head, like my mom used to do with me.
Hubby has been feeling pretty bad for me, so he bought flowers for me yesterday. A pot of gorgeous purple crocuses. They're sitting on my windowsill and remind me of spring in NJ. My mom used to plant them.
The house is a wreck and I already have baby-brain. I left for my appointment this morning and left the TV on, left Puppy's bowls out of his reach, and left all the windows open. DUH.
Ugh. I guess with this pregnancy, I'm just having more "typical" symptoms.
Fortunately, though, I do not have prurigo gestationis, or as I liked to call it, "the rash that wouldn't f***ing go away". For those of you that don't know what it is, it's a rash that appears only on your arms and legs, and it lasts from day 1 to about six weeks after birth. And it's itchy. So incredibly itchy. It only affects 1 in every 300 pregnancies (about .3%), so it's not too common. And, at least I didn't get the puppp rash on my stomach. But, I totally looked contagious. :P
So I've traded the annoying rash for all-day morning sickness. I'm not sure which one is worse. Probably the rash. But I haven't been able to stomach much, and I've actually lost about six pounds in the past month.
Based on these facts and my gut feeling, I just know that it's a girl. Which is too bad, because we wanted another boy. We already have boy clothes and boy stuff, so it would be easier. I guess she'll just have to wear blue all the time. Maybe we'll scotch-tape a bow to her head, like my mom used to do with me.
Hubby has been feeling pretty bad for me, so he bought flowers for me yesterday. A pot of gorgeous purple crocuses. They're sitting on my windowsill and remind me of spring in NJ. My mom used to plant them.
The house is a wreck and I already have baby-brain. I left for my appointment this morning and left the TV on, left Puppy's bowls out of his reach, and left all the windows open. DUH.
Ugh. I guess with this pregnancy, I'm just having more "typical" symptoms.
1/19/09
How ironic...
I just posted a few days ago about how motherhood tricks you (I'm not tech-savvy enough to figure out how to put the link here, so just do it the old-school way and browse my previous posts). Well, motherhood and Mother Nature have now collaborated to completely throw our world upside down. I'm sure you know what I'm getting at...
I'm pregnant.... again.
I found out a day before LB's first birthday. It was a complete surprise. I saw the little blue line move across the screen, felt my stomach turn, and threw up. I checked the box over and over, thinking that it had to be a misprint, and that blue line means I wasn't pregnant. But, it told me that I was in fact preggers.
Hubby was underway. He had gone out to do some drill and was pulling in on LB's birthday. I wanted to wait to tell him first, but this was just too much, so I called my mom. She and my dad were thrilled, of course, but I was freaking out. We had talked about having another one, but we decided to wait until shore duty so he could be around for the pregnancy and take some leave after the baby was born.
Now, he'll miss the whole thing, since he's going on westpac very soon. He'll come back with about a month and a half left, so he'll be here for all the ankle-swelling, mood-swinging fun (I know, I know, I just said pregnant women were fantastic, but only when it's not me, because I morph into a she-devil).
So, needless to say, this was completely unplanned. Big ole oops. Of course, we are happy. We hadn't intended to do this so soon, but now that we think about it, Hubby and I are pretty glad it turned out this way. Best mistake we've made!
*This hasn't been public information. The only people that actually read this blog are my best friend M, my college roomie L, my friend L, and my sister T, so I figured I was safe to post here. :) And, now that I've made this disclaimer, it has made me realize that I need to get better nicknames for these people.
I'm pregnant.... again.
I found out a day before LB's first birthday. It was a complete surprise. I saw the little blue line move across the screen, felt my stomach turn, and threw up. I checked the box over and over, thinking that it had to be a misprint, and that blue line means I wasn't pregnant. But, it told me that I was in fact preggers.
Hubby was underway. He had gone out to do some drill and was pulling in on LB's birthday. I wanted to wait to tell him first, but this was just too much, so I called my mom. She and my dad were thrilled, of course, but I was freaking out. We had talked about having another one, but we decided to wait until shore duty so he could be around for the pregnancy and take some leave after the baby was born.
Now, he'll miss the whole thing, since he's going on westpac very soon. He'll come back with about a month and a half left, so he'll be here for all the ankle-swelling, mood-swinging fun (I know, I know, I just said pregnant women were fantastic, but only when it's not me, because I morph into a she-devil).
So, needless to say, this was completely unplanned. Big ole oops. Of course, we are happy. We hadn't intended to do this so soon, but now that we think about it, Hubby and I are pretty glad it turned out this way. Best mistake we've made!
*This hasn't been public information. The only people that actually read this blog are my best friend M, my college roomie L, my friend L, and my sister T, so I figured I was safe to post here. :) And, now that I've made this disclaimer, it has made me realize that I need to get better nicknames for these people.
1/15/09
Happy Birthday, LB!
Our Little Bundle is finally turning one today!
Hubby is pulling in this afternoon, so I'm very happy that we are going to get to celebrate as a family. We bought him some presents, and so did Grammy and Grandpa & Meme. I got a little sliver of cake from the bakery yesterday that we can all share- Hubby and I don't really need cake, so a big piece for the three of us will suffice. This Saturday, we're having a little party for him here at the house, and I'm making a big sheet cake for that.
It's hard to believe a year has gone by already. At this time last year, LB was already born and we were getting to know each other in the recovery room. My parents were here, taking care of us, and Hubby was helping me with LB. That day was such a blur- mostly because I had been in labor for 23 hours, hadn't eaten anything, then had a major surgery. By the time 6:26am rolled around, I passed out immediately after the birth!
The days I spent in the hospital were agonizing. I wasn't allowed to eat, was running a fever from infection, and couldn't move at all without excruciating pain. But now that a year has gone by, I'd have to say those few days were worth the 365 days of having LB in our life.
Happy Birthday, Little Bundle! Mommy and Daddy love you so much!
Hubby is pulling in this afternoon, so I'm very happy that we are going to get to celebrate as a family. We bought him some presents, and so did Grammy and Grandpa & Meme. I got a little sliver of cake from the bakery yesterday that we can all share- Hubby and I don't really need cake, so a big piece for the three of us will suffice. This Saturday, we're having a little party for him here at the house, and I'm making a big sheet cake for that.
It's hard to believe a year has gone by already. At this time last year, LB was already born and we were getting to know each other in the recovery room. My parents were here, taking care of us, and Hubby was helping me with LB. That day was such a blur- mostly because I had been in labor for 23 hours, hadn't eaten anything, then had a major surgery. By the time 6:26am rolled around, I passed out immediately after the birth!
The days I spent in the hospital were agonizing. I wasn't allowed to eat, was running a fever from infection, and couldn't move at all without excruciating pain. But now that a year has gone by, I'd have to say those few days were worth the 365 days of having LB in our life.
Happy Birthday, Little Bundle! Mommy and Daddy love you so much!
1/12/09
Motherhood tricks you
I was looking back at pictures of LB and I right after he was born. As I progressed through the months, I noticed a trend and have decided that motherhood tricks people.
When you're pregnant, you feel huge, but it's okay, because you're preggers. Any pregnant lady looks cute, despite the swollen ankles and manic mood swings. I even managed to do my hair more than once every few months.
Then the baby is born. Some people are lucky to look great after the delivery. Others (like me) look like they've been hit by an 18-wheeler. But luckily, these days of looking slovenly and beat up are numbered, and after a week or two, you begin to look like your old self. Exhausted maybe, but nothing concealer can't fix.
Then something happens around the 6th or 7th month. Maybe it's because you spend your days chasing a crawling baby. Maybe it's because you lose your voice from saying "No" all the time. Maybe it's just poop and pee overload.
Whatever it is, it breaks you. And suddenly you look like a "mom". Hair without product in it, zero makeup (unless you count the chapstick), clothes that are "comfy" because you can't chase a baby in heels... You know what I mean.
It's sad. When LB was born, I thought, hey, I'm tired because I'm up every two hours, but this isn't too bad. At least I can brush my teeth in peace. Then, around that magically 6th or 7th month (it's hard to pinpoint), suddenly I didn't have a second for myself.
As I type this, it is 2:18pm. I'm in workout shorts and a T-shirt. My hair hasn't been brush, I haven't washed my face, and I haven't brushed my teeth. During LB's nap, I managed to make myself a healthy asian chicken salad, but haven't eaten anything other than that. Even as I'm typing, LB is banging the dog's food and water bowls, something I'm sure Puppy doesn't appreciate. My days are filled with childrearing, to the point where it's hard to managed basic hygiene.
So, I feel bad thinking at the beginning that it wasn't too bad, this whole motherhood thing. I guess it wasn't at first. But now I'm completely immersed in the typical "mom" lifestyle. Now where are my mom jeans?
When you're pregnant, you feel huge, but it's okay, because you're preggers. Any pregnant lady looks cute, despite the swollen ankles and manic mood swings. I even managed to do my hair more than once every few months.
Then the baby is born. Some people are lucky to look great after the delivery. Others (like me) look like they've been hit by an 18-wheeler. But luckily, these days of looking slovenly and beat up are numbered, and after a week or two, you begin to look like your old self. Exhausted maybe, but nothing concealer can't fix.
Then something happens around the 6th or 7th month. Maybe it's because you spend your days chasing a crawling baby. Maybe it's because you lose your voice from saying "No" all the time. Maybe it's just poop and pee overload.
Whatever it is, it breaks you. And suddenly you look like a "mom". Hair without product in it, zero makeup (unless you count the chapstick), clothes that are "comfy" because you can't chase a baby in heels... You know what I mean.
It's sad. When LB was born, I thought, hey, I'm tired because I'm up every two hours, but this isn't too bad. At least I can brush my teeth in peace. Then, around that magically 6th or 7th month (it's hard to pinpoint), suddenly I didn't have a second for myself.
As I type this, it is 2:18pm. I'm in workout shorts and a T-shirt. My hair hasn't been brush, I haven't washed my face, and I haven't brushed my teeth. During LB's nap, I managed to make myself a healthy asian chicken salad, but haven't eaten anything other than that. Even as I'm typing, LB is banging the dog's food and water bowls, something I'm sure Puppy doesn't appreciate. My days are filled with childrearing, to the point where it's hard to managed basic hygiene.
So, I feel bad thinking at the beginning that it wasn't too bad, this whole motherhood thing. I guess it wasn't at first. But now I'm completely immersed in the typical "mom" lifestyle. Now where are my mom jeans?
1/11/09
Deployment? What deployment?
Last night, LB and I got together with some of the other wardroom ladies to do some deployment stuff- you know, placemats, tablecloths, calendar, etc. We ordered pizza, of which I only had one slice... okay, two slices, but they were 1/2 slices anyway, so totaled up, that makes one regular slice. I felt pretty good about that, since I'm trying to lose weight.
Anyway, my point to this blog- the ladies started talking about how sad they were and how much they're going to cry on the pier and all. Now, maybe I'm just a horrible person, but I'm feeling really ambivalent to the whole thing. Not happy, not sad, just nothing. I guess Hubby and I have just been separated so much that it doesn't faze me any more.
Is that bad? Has the Navy not only broken Hubby but broken me as well?
Don't get me wrong- I will miss him. I'll probably cry on the pier, too. But right now, I don't feel anything. And honestly, how will it be any different than when they're "home"? Since the summer, after PNEO, I don't think they've spent more than two weeks at home, constantly running drills or whatever. And when he does get to come home at the end of the day, it's usually too late to spend any time with LB since the baby's already asleep, and he has to get to bed early to get up at the ass-crack of dawn to go back to work.
I know it's going to suck for him. He won't see his family. He'll miss most of LB's second year. He'll miss all the holidays, birthdays, and events. He won't even see the sun for most of that time. And it'll suck for me. I'll be the one managing our bills, the house, LB, the cars, etc. But, I already do all of that anyway, because he's so infrequently home from working so much.
I guess it won't hit me until they pull in later this year, until I see his face for the first time in six months and get to hug him for the first time in six months. Then, I'm sure I'll be a mess. We'll finally be able to see that light at the end of the fast attack tunnel.
But for now, it's just a continuation of life as we know it.
Anyway, my point to this blog- the ladies started talking about how sad they were and how much they're going to cry on the pier and all. Now, maybe I'm just a horrible person, but I'm feeling really ambivalent to the whole thing. Not happy, not sad, just nothing. I guess Hubby and I have just been separated so much that it doesn't faze me any more.
Is that bad? Has the Navy not only broken Hubby but broken me as well?
Don't get me wrong- I will miss him. I'll probably cry on the pier, too. But right now, I don't feel anything. And honestly, how will it be any different than when they're "home"? Since the summer, after PNEO, I don't think they've spent more than two weeks at home, constantly running drills or whatever. And when he does get to come home at the end of the day, it's usually too late to spend any time with LB since the baby's already asleep, and he has to get to bed early to get up at the ass-crack of dawn to go back to work.
I know it's going to suck for him. He won't see his family. He'll miss most of LB's second year. He'll miss all the holidays, birthdays, and events. He won't even see the sun for most of that time. And it'll suck for me. I'll be the one managing our bills, the house, LB, the cars, etc. But, I already do all of that anyway, because he's so infrequently home from working so much.
I guess it won't hit me until they pull in later this year, until I see his face for the first time in six months and get to hug him for the first time in six months. Then, I'm sure I'll be a mess. We'll finally be able to see that light at the end of the fast attack tunnel.
But for now, it's just a continuation of life as we know it.
1/10/09
*cough cough*
Since Sunday, I've had a cough, and since Monday, a sore throat. I've lost my voice throughout the week. Yesterday I woke up and my ears were killing me, so I went to the doc. I figured because I'd been sick all week, it was just some chest cold or something. But this is how the appointment went:
*After waiting an hour in the exam room*
Doc: "Sorry for the wait, Mrs. R! Do you smoke / drink? How tall are you?"
All these questions had been done by the nurse, but apparently my wait was so long that she though I had grown, or developed alcoholism... which, given my frustration at waiting and if it had been available, would not have been a stretch.
Me: "I have a cough that's been going on for almost a week, and *cough, cough, hack* a sore throat."
Doc: "Well, let's look at your ears and nose and throat.... they all look normal and healthy. Do you suffer from allergies?"
Me: "Um, yes."
Doc: "What are you taking for them?"
Me: "I've given up because no med I've tried works."
Doc: "Well, you have post-nasal drip which is making your throat sore and making you cough. It's probably from allergies. I'll give you some nasal spray and a cough suppressent."
Me: "Okay, but *cough cough cough*..."
Doc: "Ooh, that sounds annoying! Come back if it doesn't get any better in a few days. Sometimes you feel worse before you get better. Nice to meet you!"
So, I stopped by the pharmacy and picked up my nasal spray (how geeky) and cough suppressent. The cough stuff didn't work, and I refuse to spray anything up my nose- when it comes to liquids, that should be a one-way street.
This morning, while feeding LB, I hacked up this green, gooey thing. I'm pretty sure that's not "normal and healthy." So I'm a little peeved that I am most definitely sick and going to have to go back there. I just hope it's a different doc this time around.
PS- This is the first time at Tripler that I've had that dismissive feeling from the doc. Made me feel like that Seinfeld episode when Elaine sees different doctors because one labeled her 'difficult' and each doc blew her off when they found out about it. Ironically, that episode was on TV later that day.
*After waiting an hour in the exam room*
Doc: "Sorry for the wait, Mrs. R! Do you smoke / drink? How tall are you?"
All these questions had been done by the nurse, but apparently my wait was so long that she though I had grown, or developed alcoholism... which, given my frustration at waiting and if it had been available, would not have been a stretch.
Me: "I have a cough that's been going on for almost a week, and *cough, cough, hack* a sore throat."
Doc: "Well, let's look at your ears and nose and throat.... they all look normal and healthy. Do you suffer from allergies?"
Me: "Um, yes."
Doc: "What are you taking for them?"
Me: "I've given up because no med I've tried works."
Doc: "Well, you have post-nasal drip which is making your throat sore and making you cough. It's probably from allergies. I'll give you some nasal spray and a cough suppressent."
Me: "Okay, but *cough cough cough*..."
Doc: "Ooh, that sounds annoying! Come back if it doesn't get any better in a few days. Sometimes you feel worse before you get better. Nice to meet you!"
So, I stopped by the pharmacy and picked up my nasal spray (how geeky) and cough suppressent. The cough stuff didn't work, and I refuse to spray anything up my nose- when it comes to liquids, that should be a one-way street.
This morning, while feeding LB, I hacked up this green, gooey thing. I'm pretty sure that's not "normal and healthy." So I'm a little peeved that I am most definitely sick and going to have to go back there. I just hope it's a different doc this time around.
PS- This is the first time at Tripler that I've had that dismissive feeling from the doc. Made me feel like that Seinfeld episode when Elaine sees different doctors because one labeled her 'difficult' and each doc blew her off when they found out about it. Ironically, that episode was on TV later that day.
1/8/09
Cute little anecdotes
I was checking my facebook then realized I couldn't see LB any more. I heard some noise coming from his room, so I headed that way. When I walked it, I saw that he had managed to turn on the radio (which was already programmed to the Hawaiian channel) and was standing right in front of it, rocking side to side (his version of dancing).
*****
LB was playing with his toys and decided to bang on his new electric piano. While he banged away at the keys, he was rocking side to side, like he was dancing to his own music.
*****
TBC
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LB was playing with his toys and decided to bang on his new electric piano. While he banged away at the keys, he was rocking side to side, like he was dancing to his own music.
*****
TBC
1/6/09
Soooo close...
I know he can walk. I bet he practices in his crib when I'm not watching. He probably pulls up on the chewed-up side rail (yay teething), holds one arm out to the side, and lets go, taking one tentative step after another until he's completely crossed the mattress. Then he lowers himself down and says to himself, gee, that was fun, I think I'll show Mommy in about six months.
Tonight, he and I walked the length of the living room together. He held onto me the whole time, although when I took my hands away, he stood all by himself really well.
I guess someday soon he'll walk- whenever he's ready. :)
Tonight, he and I walked the length of the living room together. He held onto me the whole time, although when I took my hands away, he stood all by himself really well.
I guess someday soon he'll walk- whenever he's ready. :)
1/5/09
OUTBURST!!!!!!!
I've just about had it with this d*** PC!!! When we had a Mac, all I had to do was connect anything, and it knew what it was and how to read it. Now, this PC demands all sorts of software and drivers, and even with that, it still isn't recognizing my camcorder!!
Background: I have a Panasonic PV-GS15 MiniDV camcorder. I'm trying to connect it with my Gateway laptop with Windows XP operating system. According to the owner's manual, all I need to do is insert the CD in the drive and download ArcSoft and the USB driver. Did that. Do you know what ArcSoft is? Software for still pictures. Who buys a camcorder to take still pictures??????
So I went to the Panasonic website. It recommended that I download this other software, which I did (which took 25 minutes). But, it still would not recognize my camcorder. I thought it was a problem with the USB port, so I plugged it into the other port. Nope, still a no go.
Another recommendation on a Panasonic forum was that I needed to buy video editing software. So Hubby and I hit up BestBuy and purchased one that was reviewed well. Much to my dismay, it still didn't work.
Now, I've been trying for two hours to get my d*** PC to recognize this stupid camcorder!!! All I want is to download the video of LB's first Christmas, so I can share it with my friends and family. But it looks like they are all going to have to wait until March, but I can't for the life of me get this piece of s*** to work!!!!!!!!!!!!
By the way, you tech-savvy people, if you know of anything I can do to get this to work, let me know!
Background: I have a Panasonic PV-GS15 MiniDV camcorder. I'm trying to connect it with my Gateway laptop with Windows XP operating system. According to the owner's manual, all I need to do is insert the CD in the drive and download ArcSoft and the USB driver. Did that. Do you know what ArcSoft is? Software for still pictures. Who buys a camcorder to take still pictures??????
So I went to the Panasonic website. It recommended that I download this other software, which I did (which took 25 minutes). But, it still would not recognize my camcorder. I thought it was a problem with the USB port, so I plugged it into the other port. Nope, still a no go.
Another recommendation on a Panasonic forum was that I needed to buy video editing software. So Hubby and I hit up BestBuy and purchased one that was reviewed well. Much to my dismay, it still didn't work.
Now, I've been trying for two hours to get my d*** PC to recognize this stupid camcorder!!! All I want is to download the video of LB's first Christmas, so I can share it with my friends and family. But it looks like they are all going to have to wait until March, but I can't for the life of me get this piece of s*** to work!!!!!!!!!!!!
By the way, you tech-savvy people, if you know of anything I can do to get this to work, let me know!
Suffocating
I can't really pinpoint exactly what's making me feel like I'm suffocating. There are a few things that I'm stressing about that might be making me feel like that.
LB's 1st birthday is coming up, and I'm having a party here at the house. We stupidly invited people in the wardroom, which makes, like, over 40. It's a lot, but I'm sure it will be fun. I'm just stressed out about cleaning the house and making sure we have enough food, drinks, and favors for everyone. I just stopped by Pricebusters and spent more money than I thought I would- it's all cheap, just a LOT of it!
Deployment is coming up, which actually hasn't been that big of a stress for me. I know Hubby will be out for a long time, and I know I'll have to hold down the fort here. It's just the getting ready part. I really think it's the financial stuff, having to buy so much just to live on the boat.
Plus, I'm still looking for a cheap flight to NH. I've found the lowest ever yesterday and today, so I might just go ahead and buy it. But, I don't know if we can afford it...
Okay, so maybe with all this typing I've figured out why I feel like I'm suffocating. I think it's money. This time of this year is a little nuts, with the holidays, deployments, and LB's birthday. Not to mention our credit card bill, which has gone up considerably after putting new tires on my car (desperately needed it, couldn't wait any longer) and our savings, which has stayed stagnant. I guess I just feel like we're living paycheck to paycheck and not saving at all (which really isn't entirely true, but that's what it feels like).
So I suppose from here on, I'll just have to keep our finances in check. It'll be ten times easier with Hubby out to sea. No offense to him, but we spend a lot less when he's deployed! No dates to go on, no feeding two people, no gas for two cars, etc. Although, port calls may get pricey. But I don't think they'll be going on port calls too often.
LB's 1st birthday is coming up, and I'm having a party here at the house. We stupidly invited people in the wardroom, which makes, like, over 40. It's a lot, but I'm sure it will be fun. I'm just stressed out about cleaning the house and making sure we have enough food, drinks, and favors for everyone. I just stopped by Pricebusters and spent more money than I thought I would- it's all cheap, just a LOT of it!
Deployment is coming up, which actually hasn't been that big of a stress for me. I know Hubby will be out for a long time, and I know I'll have to hold down the fort here. It's just the getting ready part. I really think it's the financial stuff, having to buy so much just to live on the boat.
Plus, I'm still looking for a cheap flight to NH. I've found the lowest ever yesterday and today, so I might just go ahead and buy it. But, I don't know if we can afford it...
Okay, so maybe with all this typing I've figured out why I feel like I'm suffocating. I think it's money. This time of this year is a little nuts, with the holidays, deployments, and LB's birthday. Not to mention our credit card bill, which has gone up considerably after putting new tires on my car (desperately needed it, couldn't wait any longer) and our savings, which has stayed stagnant. I guess I just feel like we're living paycheck to paycheck and not saving at all (which really isn't entirely true, but that's what it feels like).
So I suppose from here on, I'll just have to keep our finances in check. It'll be ten times easier with Hubby out to sea. No offense to him, but we spend a lot less when he's deployed! No dates to go on, no feeding two people, no gas for two cars, etc. Although, port calls may get pricey. But I don't think they'll be going on port calls too often.
1/4/09
Quiet morning
For once, I'm up before LB! It's nice to check my email, take care of Puppy, take my pill, and just relax. Once he's awake, it's constantly "No" or "Get that out of your mouth", so I like this nice, early mental break.
There's no kids club at the gym on Sundays, so this is my day off from working out. Which is great because I can barely move my legs from the leg workout I did Friday. Hubby should be getting home this morning- he might stay with LB while I go to the gym, but I'm not counting on it. Tomorrow is a busy day, and he'll be getting ready for that, I'm sure.
As I sit here typing this, I'm looking around thinking about what a mess the house is. LB's birthday party is in less than two weeks, and I'd like the place to look spic 'n span. What I need to do is run to Kmart for some tupperware bins. Hubby doesn't like to have a lot of stuff, but I can't see anything we should throw out- it's just stuff, like paperwork (SO much Navy paperwork), Christmas decorations, electronics, etc. I already took down the Christmas tree, which somehow didn't fit well into the box it came in, but I managed to squish it all in there and duct tape it up. I guess during this upcoming underway, I'll try to pare down our stuff, or at least re-organize it.
Which reminds me, I need to get the guest room ready for our friend L! She's coming for the weekend of LB's birthday! I'm really excited, since I'll have an extra set of hands for the day before the party, but I also want to make sure that room is spotless.
*sigh* Maybe I need to hire a maid. :)
There's no kids club at the gym on Sundays, so this is my day off from working out. Which is great because I can barely move my legs from the leg workout I did Friday. Hubby should be getting home this morning- he might stay with LB while I go to the gym, but I'm not counting on it. Tomorrow is a busy day, and he'll be getting ready for that, I'm sure.
As I sit here typing this, I'm looking around thinking about what a mess the house is. LB's birthday party is in less than two weeks, and I'd like the place to look spic 'n span. What I need to do is run to Kmart for some tupperware bins. Hubby doesn't like to have a lot of stuff, but I can't see anything we should throw out- it's just stuff, like paperwork (SO much Navy paperwork), Christmas decorations, electronics, etc. I already took down the Christmas tree, which somehow didn't fit well into the box it came in, but I managed to squish it all in there and duct tape it up. I guess during this upcoming underway, I'll try to pare down our stuff, or at least re-organize it.
Which reminds me, I need to get the guest room ready for our friend L! She's coming for the weekend of LB's birthday! I'm really excited, since I'll have an extra set of hands for the day before the party, but I also want to make sure that room is spotless.
*sigh* Maybe I need to hire a maid. :)
1/1/09
It's a new year!
Happy New Year, everyone!
Hubby and I celebrated by going out to dinner at the Oceanarium. It's a restaurant downtown with a HUGE three story aquarium right in the middle of it. LB had a good time looking at the fish and being cute. The restaurant had a giant buffet- crab legs (YUM), chicken, lamb, mashed potatoes, seafood pasta, and loads of desserts. Ooh, I'm hungry just thinking about it... I managed to wolf down three plates of food and dessert. Yikes. So, I've made a new year's resolution, and I really want to keep it!
My plan is to lose about 20 lbs. Of course, I won't disclose my weight right now, but it's a little higher than I'd like it to be. So the plan is to eat right (aka, not three plates of food, sheesh) and work out every day... except Sunday. There's no childcare at the gym on Sundays.
Anyway, Hubby and I came home and cracked open a bottle of champagne, intending to stay up until midnight. That was pretty stupid of us, because after a few glasses, we were sleepy, and finally crashed at 10pm. Boring, I know.
But at least we're not hungover, and we can start the new year off on the right foot. Even with the deployment, I'm determined to make it a good year! I'll be going home to see my family and friends for a little bit while he's out, and once he's back, we can think about moving... again. So it'll be busy, but a fun year, I think. :)
Hubby and I celebrated by going out to dinner at the Oceanarium. It's a restaurant downtown with a HUGE three story aquarium right in the middle of it. LB had a good time looking at the fish and being cute. The restaurant had a giant buffet- crab legs (YUM), chicken, lamb, mashed potatoes, seafood pasta, and loads of desserts. Ooh, I'm hungry just thinking about it... I managed to wolf down three plates of food and dessert. Yikes. So, I've made a new year's resolution, and I really want to keep it!
My plan is to lose about 20 lbs. Of course, I won't disclose my weight right now, but it's a little higher than I'd like it to be. So the plan is to eat right (aka, not three plates of food, sheesh) and work out every day... except Sunday. There's no childcare at the gym on Sundays.
Anyway, Hubby and I came home and cracked open a bottle of champagne, intending to stay up until midnight. That was pretty stupid of us, because after a few glasses, we were sleepy, and finally crashed at 10pm. Boring, I know.
But at least we're not hungover, and we can start the new year off on the right foot. Even with the deployment, I'm determined to make it a good year! I'll be going home to see my family and friends for a little bit while he's out, and once he's back, we can think about moving... again. So it'll be busy, but a fun year, I think. :)
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