Pounds, I mean.
My peak weight while pregnant with JC was 195 lbs. Yikes. Although this is a period of recovery and not weight loss, it's still in the back of my mind. Correction- the forefront of my mind. Truth be told, I've actually become a little preoccupied with the numbers on the scale.
Probably because the whole 195 thing was pretty shocking. My goal weight is 140, which would put me at a size 6 or 8, which is where I feel pretty comfortable. I'm already about halfway there, but let's face it- when you give birth to an 8 lb baby, it's pretty easy for 27 pounds to melt off.
So as of the end of October, my quest to return to my pre-pregnancy weight (as in, pre-LB) will begin.
Speaking of pregnancy, I just watched an episode of I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant. Seriously?? Can you imagine me not knowing I was preggo? With the weight gain and gigantic belly? Ha! Apparently, these women didn't gain weight or have big bellies (and I'm assuming no stretch marks either).... They can all suck it. :P
9/30/09
9/29/09
Some thoughts
JC is quite the nocturnal little kid. Last night, he woke up at 3:30am, and didn't fall back asleep until about 11am. I was in and out of bed about a million times because I (stupidly) thought he'd go back to sleep.
Figures, the day JC decides to forgo sleep, LB is unconscious until 8am. Previously, he'd been waking up at dawn, sometimes a little before then. It was pretty frustrating, and he did wake up at 5am, but thankfully Hubby put him back to sleep while he was getting ready for work.
I've turned into a coffee nut. I never needed a cup of coffee in the morning, although I wouldn't refuse one. But now, I may be that mom that absolutely has to have her coffee. At least, until JC sleeps through the night.
Only four more weeks until the recovery period is over. I'm looking forward to it- I'm sure it wasn't meant this way, but something was said that made me feel extremely bad about the way I look right now, and just kind of shot down my self esteem in general. So, can't wait to hit the gym and lose the baby weight... and ice cream weight... and donut weight.
Mmmm, a donut sounds good... I blame Grace Adler for putting the idea in my head via facebook. :)
Anyway, orders should be coming soon. That will be a happy day, when we have official proof that we are on our way outta here and can start the ball rolling on that. I feel like I'm in limbo right now, because we can't plan anything, but at the same time, we're living like we're getting ready to move (i.e., eating down the freezer, preparing moving checklists, streamlining our household goods, etc).
Dilema: Wake a sleeping baby who has been napping almost all day and risk said child being a cranky mess all evening, or let the kid sleep only to be woken up a million times tonight by a wide-awake infant? Hmmmm...
It's hard to see the silver lining when I can barely keep my eyes open. :P
Figures, the day JC decides to forgo sleep, LB is unconscious until 8am. Previously, he'd been waking up at dawn, sometimes a little before then. It was pretty frustrating, and he did wake up at 5am, but thankfully Hubby put him back to sleep while he was getting ready for work.
I've turned into a coffee nut. I never needed a cup of coffee in the morning, although I wouldn't refuse one. But now, I may be that mom that absolutely has to have her coffee. At least, until JC sleeps through the night.
Only four more weeks until the recovery period is over. I'm looking forward to it- I'm sure it wasn't meant this way, but something was said that made me feel extremely bad about the way I look right now, and just kind of shot down my self esteem in general. So, can't wait to hit the gym and lose the baby weight... and ice cream weight... and donut weight.
Mmmm, a donut sounds good... I blame Grace Adler for putting the idea in my head via facebook. :)
Anyway, orders should be coming soon. That will be a happy day, when we have official proof that we are on our way outta here and can start the ball rolling on that. I feel like I'm in limbo right now, because we can't plan anything, but at the same time, we're living like we're getting ready to move (i.e., eating down the freezer, preparing moving checklists, streamlining our household goods, etc).
Dilema: Wake a sleeping baby who has been napping almost all day and risk said child being a cranky mess all evening, or let the kid sleep only to be woken up a million times tonight by a wide-awake infant? Hmmmm...
It's hard to see the silver lining when I can barely keep my eyes open. :P
9/26/09
Dear Supernanny,
I don't really watch your show. In fact, I think I can count on one hand the number of episodes I've seen. But, I do know your technique of how to get a toddler to stay in bed. No eye contact, just pick them up and put them in bed. And repeat. And repeat. And repeat.
My question to you is, after two and a half hours of this, what the hell? Obviously, something is amiss here, because I've spent the better part of my afternoon trying to put LB down for a nap. Just a few minutes ago, I surprised the sh!t out of him by finally yelling "Get in bed!" It seems your technique just wasn't working.
How long must I be patient and consistent and keep putting him in his bed? Because I'll tell you something, I'm not about to get up every few minutes for two and a half hours again. Naptime is the pretty much the only time I can get some stuff done, and wasting it on a toddler who only responds to me being mean by trying to be impersonal and persistant isn't in the cards.
So Supernanny, I hate to disappoint you, but you're not that super. Your ways may work for a lot of kids, but not mine. I feel stupid for having wasted time on the two episodes I've seen.
Sincerely,
Mom On The Edge
My question to you is, after two and a half hours of this, what the hell? Obviously, something is amiss here, because I've spent the better part of my afternoon trying to put LB down for a nap. Just a few minutes ago, I surprised the sh!t out of him by finally yelling "Get in bed!" It seems your technique just wasn't working.
How long must I be patient and consistent and keep putting him in his bed? Because I'll tell you something, I'm not about to get up every few minutes for two and a half hours again. Naptime is the pretty much the only time I can get some stuff done, and wasting it on a toddler who only responds to me being mean by trying to be impersonal and persistant isn't in the cards.
So Supernanny, I hate to disappoint you, but you're not that super. Your ways may work for a lot of kids, but not mine. I feel stupid for having wasted time on the two episodes I've seen.
Sincerely,
Mom On The Edge
9/25/09
Not such a good morning
This morning, JC woke up at 4am to eat. Then Hubby's alarm went off at 4:30am (hooray for sea duty), which means I didn't sleep for another hour while he got ready for work. By the time he left the house and I fell back asleep, I managed to squeeze in another 20 minutes before LB was awake and whining.
Oh yes. It was going to be one of those mornings.
Whenever JC wasn't crying, LB was. Whenever LB wasn't crying, JC was. And whenever I managed to get the baby asleep, LB managed to wake him up, in which case I had two crying kids (LB for me scolding him).
My temper is short today. I blame it on the lack of sleep and crashing hormones. It grew exceptionally shorter when I yelled at LB only to receive a smile in return. Oooooooh, that really got under my skin.
Currently, JC is dry and fed, and asleep in his bouncy seat. LB is playing quietly (sort of), which is the only reason I have the time to type this. But after unloading the dishwasher, which is a CHORE with LB around, and speaking on the phone with a bunch of morons (seriously, how hard is it to do your JOB??), and finding out that we may have a houseguest in two weeks, I'm just freaking out.
Now I must go, because LB has thrust a book onto my lap and whining for me to "read" it... which means, I hold the book while he flips the pages. *sigh* He could really do that himself, I suppose.... but at least I get to spend time with a calm little boy who says "wow" to all the pictures and isn't flipping out or hitting his head on the floor.
Oh yes. It was going to be one of those mornings.
Whenever JC wasn't crying, LB was. Whenever LB wasn't crying, JC was. And whenever I managed to get the baby asleep, LB managed to wake him up, in which case I had two crying kids (LB for me scolding him).
My temper is short today. I blame it on the lack of sleep and crashing hormones. It grew exceptionally shorter when I yelled at LB only to receive a smile in return. Oooooooh, that really got under my skin.
Currently, JC is dry and fed, and asleep in his bouncy seat. LB is playing quietly (sort of), which is the only reason I have the time to type this. But after unloading the dishwasher, which is a CHORE with LB around, and speaking on the phone with a bunch of morons (seriously, how hard is it to do your JOB??), and finding out that we may have a houseguest in two weeks, I'm just freaking out.
Now I must go, because LB has thrust a book onto my lap and whining for me to "read" it... which means, I hold the book while he flips the pages. *sigh* He could really do that himself, I suppose.... but at least I get to spend time with a calm little boy who says "wow" to all the pictures and isn't flipping out or hitting his head on the floor.
9/23/09
JC update
Our little guy is a week old now. He's been waking up about every three hours at night, which is much better than LB's every two hours. Also, Hubby is still home, so we've been trading turns with the nighttime feedings. But I'm going to be a zombie when he goes back to work and it's all on me. Last night, JC was up at midnight and I fed him. Then Hubby took the 3am one, and I got up for the 6am one. I've been up since. LB's diaper didn't hold much last night, so he was awake at 6:30am.
It sounds like I got six hours of sleep, but even when Hubby is feeding JC, I still wake up. So we've been pretty tired.
Luckily, the kid does sleep a LOT. At least, for now.
As for me, I've been having a few twinges and pains, but I'm assuming that's all just part of the recovery. It's been difficult with LB, since I can't lift anything over 20 pounds. He wants to be picked up, and I want to pick him up, but I physically can't. Poor guy.
Tomorrow is Hubby's last day of baby leave, then he goes back to work. I'm sure I can manage this on my own, but it was just so nice to have him home all day. :)
It sounds like I got six hours of sleep, but even when Hubby is feeding JC, I still wake up. So we've been pretty tired.
Luckily, the kid does sleep a LOT. At least, for now.
As for me, I've been having a few twinges and pains, but I'm assuming that's all just part of the recovery. It's been difficult with LB, since I can't lift anything over 20 pounds. He wants to be picked up, and I want to pick him up, but I physically can't. Poor guy.
Tomorrow is Hubby's last day of baby leave, then he goes back to work. I'm sure I can manage this on my own, but it was just so nice to have him home all day. :)
9/18/09
Here he is!
*This will probably be a long post, but I know some of my readers want to know the whole story.
The little man is finally here! JC (nickname has been kept to protect the innocent) was born Sept 14 at 9:36am, weighing 8 lb 2.7 oz and measuring 20 inches long... which is funny, because LB was 8 lb 2.6 oz and 21 inches long. He has dark blue eyes and a head of light brown hair, and he has daddy's feet and mommy's mouth.
Hubby and I arrived at the hospital at 5:50am. We checked into surgical admissions then waited for a little bit to get into a bed. They gave me an IV and took us to a holding room. The anesthetist came in to discuss the spinal block, which really had me freaking out. All of a sudden, I was petrified of doing this- I mean, it was voluntary, what was I thinking?? But once they wheeled me into the OR, there was no turning back, so I tried to relax and breathe.
The spinal block was pretty excruciating. He used numbing medication, but I couldn't get it out of my head that there was still a needle being thread into a very tiny space in my spinal cord. I could feel the medication being injected, which grossed me out! But I could also feel myself losing feeling from the waist down, and when they laid me back, I was super-loopy and out of it. Also a little nauseous, but when I told the nurse that, she gave me this anti-nausea stuff which really helped. I remember moaning because I knew what was next, but it actually wasn't as bad as last time.
*This may make you queasy...
It was finally time to get JC out. With the epidural for LB, I couldn't feel pain, but I could definitely feel the pulling and tugging. But with the spinal block, I felt much less pulling and tugging and it was overall more comfortable. The only reason I knew they were cutting me was because the doctor announced it. Hubby was finally in the room with me- they wouldn't let him in during the prep stage. He was wonderful, stroking my head and talking to me. Suddenly, there was huge pressure on my chest and lungs, I felt like I was being suffocated. But the doc was just pushing on my chest, helping JC out, and suddenly, he was here!
Boy, did that kid scream. He has a healthy set of lungs on him, for sure. I felt a huge pressure come off me, like I had an elephant sitting on my stomach for nine months, and suddenly it stood up. JC was purply-pink and wriggly. Hubby was so happy and so excited to see him!
TBC...
*Ran outta time... I guess that's how it will be from now on! :)
Anyway, Hubby and I watched the nurses clean JC up, then he went with our little boy to the recovery room while the docs stitched me up. Since it's a learning hospital, there were other residents there, learning from the surgery. I could hear the doc say "here's this, here's that, we have to be careful of this, blah blah blah". She asked the residents some questions, like who is more at risk for developing infections. Maybe I'm addicted to the Discovery Health Channel, or maybe I just pay attention to random stuff, but I answered the doc, and they peeked over the sheet and were like, damn, she showed up our residents! (By the way, I said diabetes and obesity... DUH. Strange that the residents didn't think of that)
I was way more aware this time, even though the morphine and spinal made me loopy. With LB, I was so exhausted from the labor, and I really think the pitocin is what did me in (horrible, horrible drug). This time, I was well-rested and awake, and when they wheeled me into recovery, I actually got to hold JC. With LB, I was shaking so much, I was scared I'd drop him.
We spent a lot of time in the recovery wing, unfortunately. There was an emergency c-section that went ahead of me, and they were really busy that day- 8 babies total!! JC was born at 9:36am and we didn't get a room until about 3pm. But, I was just happy that most of the worst part was over and we could enjoy our little guy.
After getting the room, I felt good enough to get out of bed- and I did it all by myself! With LB, I was bed-ridden for awhile and in way more pain. A few people stopped by to visit, which was nice. My parents brought LB a few times- I'm not really sure what his first impression was. He would check him out, then play with the buttons on my bed. I don't think he understood that this little person was coming home with us. :)
The nurses were constantly stopping in to check on us, and I was beyond ecstatic when they took out the cath. I swear, it should be a torture device- I hate that thing. Luckily, I didn't have any problems with bathroom-related issues! They finally took out the IV after I told the nurse I couldn't take it any more, and the day of discharge, the doc removed my staples and applied steri-strips. I was pretty scared of the staples, but my friend M who came to visit and has had staples in her knee said that it wasn't painful, just more annoying. It was the same sensation as tweezing my eyebrows.
We came home Wednesday afternoon and I've been recovering since! I can get up and use the bathroom by myself and shower and dress myself, which sounds simple, but it's huge compared to last time. JC is sleeping well and we just converted LB's crib to a toddler bed. Last night was the first night, and after some whining and complaining, he finally fell asleep in the bed- YAY!!
So there's the latest. Hope I didn't gross you out too much! :)
The little man is finally here! JC (nickname has been kept to protect the innocent) was born Sept 14 at 9:36am, weighing 8 lb 2.7 oz and measuring 20 inches long... which is funny, because LB was 8 lb 2.6 oz and 21 inches long. He has dark blue eyes and a head of light brown hair, and he has daddy's feet and mommy's mouth.
Hubby and I arrived at the hospital at 5:50am. We checked into surgical admissions then waited for a little bit to get into a bed. They gave me an IV and took us to a holding room. The anesthetist came in to discuss the spinal block, which really had me freaking out. All of a sudden, I was petrified of doing this- I mean, it was voluntary, what was I thinking?? But once they wheeled me into the OR, there was no turning back, so I tried to relax and breathe.
The spinal block was pretty excruciating. He used numbing medication, but I couldn't get it out of my head that there was still a needle being thread into a very tiny space in my spinal cord. I could feel the medication being injected, which grossed me out! But I could also feel myself losing feeling from the waist down, and when they laid me back, I was super-loopy and out of it. Also a little nauseous, but when I told the nurse that, she gave me this anti-nausea stuff which really helped. I remember moaning because I knew what was next, but it actually wasn't as bad as last time.
*This may make you queasy...
It was finally time to get JC out. With the epidural for LB, I couldn't feel pain, but I could definitely feel the pulling and tugging. But with the spinal block, I felt much less pulling and tugging and it was overall more comfortable. The only reason I knew they were cutting me was because the doctor announced it. Hubby was finally in the room with me- they wouldn't let him in during the prep stage. He was wonderful, stroking my head and talking to me. Suddenly, there was huge pressure on my chest and lungs, I felt like I was being suffocated. But the doc was just pushing on my chest, helping JC out, and suddenly, he was here!
Boy, did that kid scream. He has a healthy set of lungs on him, for sure. I felt a huge pressure come off me, like I had an elephant sitting on my stomach for nine months, and suddenly it stood up. JC was purply-pink and wriggly. Hubby was so happy and so excited to see him!
TBC...
*Ran outta time... I guess that's how it will be from now on! :)
Anyway, Hubby and I watched the nurses clean JC up, then he went with our little boy to the recovery room while the docs stitched me up. Since it's a learning hospital, there were other residents there, learning from the surgery. I could hear the doc say "here's this, here's that, we have to be careful of this, blah blah blah". She asked the residents some questions, like who is more at risk for developing infections. Maybe I'm addicted to the Discovery Health Channel, or maybe I just pay attention to random stuff, but I answered the doc, and they peeked over the sheet and were like, damn, she showed up our residents! (By the way, I said diabetes and obesity... DUH. Strange that the residents didn't think of that)
I was way more aware this time, even though the morphine and spinal made me loopy. With LB, I was so exhausted from the labor, and I really think the pitocin is what did me in (horrible, horrible drug). This time, I was well-rested and awake, and when they wheeled me into recovery, I actually got to hold JC. With LB, I was shaking so much, I was scared I'd drop him.
We spent a lot of time in the recovery wing, unfortunately. There was an emergency c-section that went ahead of me, and they were really busy that day- 8 babies total!! JC was born at 9:36am and we didn't get a room until about 3pm. But, I was just happy that most of the worst part was over and we could enjoy our little guy.
After getting the room, I felt good enough to get out of bed- and I did it all by myself! With LB, I was bed-ridden for awhile and in way more pain. A few people stopped by to visit, which was nice. My parents brought LB a few times- I'm not really sure what his first impression was. He would check him out, then play with the buttons on my bed. I don't think he understood that this little person was coming home with us. :)
The nurses were constantly stopping in to check on us, and I was beyond ecstatic when they took out the cath. I swear, it should be a torture device- I hate that thing. Luckily, I didn't have any problems with bathroom-related issues! They finally took out the IV after I told the nurse I couldn't take it any more, and the day of discharge, the doc removed my staples and applied steri-strips. I was pretty scared of the staples, but my friend M who came to visit and has had staples in her knee said that it wasn't painful, just more annoying. It was the same sensation as tweezing my eyebrows.
We came home Wednesday afternoon and I've been recovering since! I can get up and use the bathroom by myself and shower and dress myself, which sounds simple, but it's huge compared to last time. JC is sleeping well and we just converted LB's crib to a toddler bed. Last night was the first night, and after some whining and complaining, he finally fell asleep in the bed- YAY!!
So there's the latest. Hope I didn't gross you out too much! :)
9/7/09
Happy Labor Day
It's a holiday today. Hubby actually is home today, which is unusual. I'm so used to him never getting a holiday off (besides the "big" ones, like Christmas), but it really doesn't even feel like a holiday, since he had to work yesterday.
I never really got Labor Day. It's kind of a way of saying "go us for working so hard", right? I know there's history tied to unions and all, but don't we pat ourselves on the back throughout the year for working hard? Labor Day just seems a little redundant. Whatever, it's a day off work (for those that have jobs outside the home), so that's all good. Plus, it marks the start of the NFL season and (unofficially) the fall.
It's too bad there isn't a SAHM's Labor Day. I mean, mommies could definitely use a whole day where they don't have to listen to incoherent whining, changing poopy diapers, and trying in vain to feed their kids something nutritious.
Although, I think that the best form of Labor Day would be me going into labor. :) How ironic would that be? It would also be most-welcome. Last night was killer with Braxton Hicks- some of them were a few minutes apart and kinda strong. I don't really want to go into labor, but I'm pretty ready for this pregnancy to be done.
I never really got Labor Day. It's kind of a way of saying "go us for working so hard", right? I know there's history tied to unions and all, but don't we pat ourselves on the back throughout the year for working hard? Labor Day just seems a little redundant. Whatever, it's a day off work (for those that have jobs outside the home), so that's all good. Plus, it marks the start of the NFL season and (unofficially) the fall.
It's too bad there isn't a SAHM's Labor Day. I mean, mommies could definitely use a whole day where they don't have to listen to incoherent whining, changing poopy diapers, and trying in vain to feed their kids something nutritious.
Although, I think that the best form of Labor Day would be me going into labor. :) How ironic would that be? It would also be most-welcome. Last night was killer with Braxton Hicks- some of them were a few minutes apart and kinda strong. I don't really want to go into labor, but I'm pretty ready for this pregnancy to be done.
9/4/09
A quick note
Measuring the width of my ass when I'm ten days away from giving birth to your second son, then comparing it to your smaller ass, pretty much guarantees you'll be on my bad side.
Just saying.
Just saying.
9/3/09
Hm, that necessitates a do-over.
I just posted a little blurb about our 38 week appointment and how I'd been feeling. Then I reread the post and was bored out of my mind! Sorry everyone- I know the pregnancy has been pretty much the only thing I talk about now. So I deleted the post and I'm writing another one. Here goes...
Sheesh. How one-sided my life is right now! I'm trying to think of something to write that doesn't include babies and toddlers and such, but I'm drawing a blank. Is that bad?
A good friend of mine posted on her blog about feeling restless and wondering if people living a typical, "vanilla" life (i.e., married with 2.5 kids and a dog and a white picket fence) were really happy. It got me thinking about my own life, where my interests are, and if that really makes me happy.
There are things that I could be doing that make me happy- going back to work or being a musician- but right now I'm doing other things that make me happy. I know I bitch and moan a lot about being a SAHM and it seems like I'm not content, but I am. Things aren't perfect all the time, but the things that are important to me are here in my life, and that is what makes me happy.
It's important that my kids spend time with us and not a daycare or babysitter. It's important that my husband and I have a good marriage, despite him having a job that frequently strains marriages. It's important that we have a good home, wherever we are. And it's important to me to know that one day I will head back to work, whether it's teaching or pursuing another career.
Despite the stability we appear to have, our life is always changing. We move a lot and we're in the middle of building a family. But the things that center us are our values and each other. I guess family is the constant that we rely on, and by putting that first, that is what makes me content.
I'm not sure if I'm making sense right now! LB is chattering away in the next room and Puppy is barking at the movers next door, so trying to concentrate is not going well. But at least it's something different than another bitchy rant! :)
Sheesh. How one-sided my life is right now! I'm trying to think of something to write that doesn't include babies and toddlers and such, but I'm drawing a blank. Is that bad?
A good friend of mine posted on her blog about feeling restless and wondering if people living a typical, "vanilla" life (i.e., married with 2.5 kids and a dog and a white picket fence) were really happy. It got me thinking about my own life, where my interests are, and if that really makes me happy.
There are things that I could be doing that make me happy- going back to work or being a musician- but right now I'm doing other things that make me happy. I know I bitch and moan a lot about being a SAHM and it seems like I'm not content, but I am. Things aren't perfect all the time, but the things that are important to me are here in my life, and that is what makes me happy.
It's important that my kids spend time with us and not a daycare or babysitter. It's important that my husband and I have a good marriage, despite him having a job that frequently strains marriages. It's important that we have a good home, wherever we are. And it's important to me to know that one day I will head back to work, whether it's teaching or pursuing another career.
Despite the stability we appear to have, our life is always changing. We move a lot and we're in the middle of building a family. But the things that center us are our values and each other. I guess family is the constant that we rely on, and by putting that first, that is what makes me content.
I'm not sure if I'm making sense right now! LB is chattering away in the next room and Puppy is barking at the movers next door, so trying to concentrate is not going well. But at least it's something different than another bitchy rant! :)
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