Don't you think? She let me practice on her. Not nearly what Girl does-- but it is a start!!
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Oye
My brain is gone. Bubbles and Cookies ate it- or as Bum would say, they are acting as my brain horcruxes (Harry Potter)-- however, I don't think I could get it back from them if I wanted to. That is okay with me. They can use my smarts- I just need to be able to take care of them.
I have become incapable of retaining lists for more than a few seconds at a time. Seriously, if I don't write it down- it is forgotten within a matter of seconds. Just a part of being pregnant I guess.
Lil Mr.Bubbles likes to lay at a diagonal. Not quite transverse, but enough for me to notice. In doing so, he has somehow pinned my sciatic nerve- lovely feeling. This kid is LONG like his sister. He is ALREADY plowing me in the ribs. He doesn't like when I drink ice water, so I get a plow to the stomach when that happens. Makes me laugh. Sorry sweet boy, Mommy isn't going to drink luke warm water for you. He is quieter than Cookies was, but I think that may be because I am busier. I have to remember that they are different kiddos though, and he isn't going to do all the things she did.
Cookies has figured out that there is a baby in my belly. She is convinced if she reaches far enough into my belly button (ouch) that she can get him out. I wish I could capture what she does. She sings "Baby Mine" and pets my stomach. Instead of holding my hand to go to sleep, she wants to have her hand on my belly. Yesterday, she called it a "pillow". She crawled into my lap, lifted my shirt, layed her head down and was fast asleep within minutes. I can't wait to capture that on film.
I am so excited to meet him. I am even more excited to have HER meet him. I am thinking about having her there with us, providing things are going well and Mommy isn't moaning and crying in pain (that would scare her). What a special moment that would be to have her there to hold him with us. We will see what happens.
I have become incapable of retaining lists for more than a few seconds at a time. Seriously, if I don't write it down- it is forgotten within a matter of seconds. Just a part of being pregnant I guess.
Lil Mr.Bubbles likes to lay at a diagonal. Not quite transverse, but enough for me to notice. In doing so, he has somehow pinned my sciatic nerve- lovely feeling. This kid is LONG like his sister. He is ALREADY plowing me in the ribs. He doesn't like when I drink ice water, so I get a plow to the stomach when that happens. Makes me laugh. Sorry sweet boy, Mommy isn't going to drink luke warm water for you. He is quieter than Cookies was, but I think that may be because I am busier. I have to remember that they are different kiddos though, and he isn't going to do all the things she did.
Cookies has figured out that there is a baby in my belly. She is convinced if she reaches far enough into my belly button (ouch) that she can get him out. I wish I could capture what she does. She sings "Baby Mine" and pets my stomach. Instead of holding my hand to go to sleep, she wants to have her hand on my belly. Yesterday, she called it a "pillow". She crawled into my lap, lifted my shirt, layed her head down and was fast asleep within minutes. I can't wait to capture that on film.
I am so excited to meet him. I am even more excited to have HER meet him. I am thinking about having her there with us, providing things are going well and Mommy isn't moaning and crying in pain (that would scare her). What a special moment that would be to have her there to hold him with us. We will see what happens.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
This is us...
Bubbles is hiding behind Cookies... How did I have anything to do with such a pretty kid?
Oh- and lookie what is FINALLY all pieced together! Now I have to quilt it... I promise I will post an "ALL DONE" photo too!
Blessed
So do you think I could win worst blogger award? Do they have a worst blogger award? Lately- I think I might deserve it if they did. Pregnant everything is starting to set in, and with that come the ability to focus on one, maybe two things at a time. Everything else goes by the wayside, including this blog. Hopefully I can be better about it in the near future. Lord knows I have plenty to say, although most of it is hormones and make me look completely insane.
I spend a lot of my time feeling very lonely-- it isn't a pity party kind of thing, just an emotion... I think it comes in the mom package- at least my mom package. It isn't really substantiated, but I think when you spend your days with 2 toddlers and an 84 year old woman, you lose yourself in the process of caring for all of them (plus one husband in the evening). Maybe that is where the lonely comes from-- a loss of self. Doesn't help that it seems every time I try to grasp beyond just the "Mom" title, and reach for artist, intellectual, or any of the other things I am capable of, I feel scolded by my family, then feel guilty that I even thought of myself. Comes with the territory I suppose.
Here is where the lonely is unsubstantiated: I am blessed with wonderful friends. Some of them I have never met in person, and we may never meet- but that doesn't keep us from knowing or caring about each other. I may never meet their children, so many of whom I love without ever wrapping my arms around- but we keep each other updated, we send pictures and even mail the occasional gift (usually with no reason other than we felt like it).
Some live locally, and I have been blessed enough to spend time with them, and we have grown close. Really, in a lot of ways, we are like a family. We mother hen each other's children- and beyond that, love them like they were our own. We don't need to talk every day, or "hang out" often to maintain that relationship. We can get frustrated with the other, and need a bit of a break, and they seem on some level to understand. You don't find that kind of thing every day. I am amazed that they tolerate me some days. I know I can be a bit of a lil miss talks a lot, and sometimes try to relate to a situation I know nothing about, but they are patient with me-- and that, to me, means the world. They think of me when others don't. Who, on their second child, is blessed enough to have people who want to throw her a shower? I didn't do anything to deserve it-- yet they want to out of the kindness of their hearts. I never ever expected it- and I am amazed and touched. How do you repay that kind of kindness? I don't think a thank you card quiet does it.
I spend a lot of my time feeling very lonely-- it isn't a pity party kind of thing, just an emotion... I think it comes in the mom package- at least my mom package. It isn't really substantiated, but I think when you spend your days with 2 toddlers and an 84 year old woman, you lose yourself in the process of caring for all of them (plus one husband in the evening). Maybe that is where the lonely comes from-- a loss of self. Doesn't help that it seems every time I try to grasp beyond just the "Mom" title, and reach for artist, intellectual, or any of the other things I am capable of, I feel scolded by my family, then feel guilty that I even thought of myself. Comes with the territory I suppose.
Here is where the lonely is unsubstantiated: I am blessed with wonderful friends. Some of them I have never met in person, and we may never meet- but that doesn't keep us from knowing or caring about each other. I may never meet their children, so many of whom I love without ever wrapping my arms around- but we keep each other updated, we send pictures and even mail the occasional gift (usually with no reason other than we felt like it).
Some live locally, and I have been blessed enough to spend time with them, and we have grown close. Really, in a lot of ways, we are like a family. We mother hen each other's children- and beyond that, love them like they were our own. We don't need to talk every day, or "hang out" often to maintain that relationship. We can get frustrated with the other, and need a bit of a break, and they seem on some level to understand. You don't find that kind of thing every day. I am amazed that they tolerate me some days. I know I can be a bit of a lil miss talks a lot, and sometimes try to relate to a situation I know nothing about, but they are patient with me-- and that, to me, means the world. They think of me when others don't. Who, on their second child, is blessed enough to have people who want to throw her a shower? I didn't do anything to deserve it-- yet they want to out of the kindness of their hearts. I never ever expected it- and I am amazed and touched. How do you repay that kind of kindness? I don't think a thank you card quiet does it.
Monday, August 27, 2007
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Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Best Buddies
Thats Chub and Cookies... Our first "daughter" and our human daughter. They both rock.
This week is going SOOOOOOOOOOO slow for me. I was hoping today was Thursday, because that would mean we get to go to the Dr tomorrow. It will get here faster than I expect, but the waiting is killing me.
This US will just be us. I invited a friend who we love dearly, but she has a prior commitment and can't make it. Good thing they give us pictures. My Mom wanted to come... But she did everything with us with Cookies, and I want to give Bum a chance to play the support role this time. I spent most of Cookie's pregnancy mad at him and relied on my mom to help me through all the tears. It is only fair I give him a chance. He may not live up to my expectations, but at least if I let him try, and he gives it a go, it will be better than nothing.
He said last night he no longer desires to understand women like he once did in his early 20's. We are too complex he says. He also believes there is a secret "woman code"... I think he is on to all of us.
Monday, August 6, 2007
Funeral
The sewing machine didn't make it out alive. I don't understand why they couldn't have told me before Friday... But they waited.
Bum traded it in for a refurbished industrial machine. Aside from a few fun stitches, it is all that the other machine was and more. I love it.
The morning before he did that, Cookies threw my phone in the toilet. I sobbed for hours about all my things getting ruined. Stupid and selfish- but hey, I am allowed.
Bum also managed to get my cell to work. MAgic I tell you. The sweet stuff like that reminds me why I married him.
So we had a funeral for the machine, a near death to the cell phone, and a rebirth to sewing.
Bum traded it in for a refurbished industrial machine. Aside from a few fun stitches, it is all that the other machine was and more. I love it.
The morning before he did that, Cookies threw my phone in the toilet. I sobbed for hours about all my things getting ruined. Stupid and selfish- but hey, I am allowed.
Bum also managed to get my cell to work. MAgic I tell you. The sweet stuff like that reminds me why I married him.
So we had a funeral for the machine, a near death to the cell phone, and a rebirth to sewing.
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
I miss caffeine
I am still trying to cut it out entirely. Nutjob that I am. I drink a Coke now and then- gets me going a little- but never enough. I miss my coffee, but the smell of it brewing is not so good to me these days. I think I will gain less weight if I don't drink the sugary drinks (I gained 54 with Cookies- YIKES!). Maybe it is the energy I miss more than the actual caffeine. I have more of it this time around than I did with Cookies, and I am already over the majority of the pukeies, despite the fact that I chase 2 wonderful toddlers around all day... It will be interesting to see what we are having.
I should be getting my sewing machine back on Friday, which makes me SO happy. I feel like I have been missing a limb. I finally broke down and called the shop, because I have heard NOTHING for over a week. he said by Friday- so hopefully Friday is a good day.
I should be getting my sewing machine back on Friday, which makes me SO happy. I feel like I have been missing a limb. I finally broke down and called the shop, because I have heard NOTHING for over a week. he said by Friday- so hopefully Friday is a good day.
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