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.
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