Today

Please pray for Whymommy today. Pray that the surgery is successful and that they get ALLLL of the cancer.

Drs and stuff

Cookies and Bubbles had their well babies yesterday. I was worried how miss Cookies would do- but she was a rockstar. She watched everything they did to Bubbles and wanted her turn for everything (cept the ouchies of course).

Both of them are growing great. Bubbles is already 7oz over his birth weight, and riding right in the 75th% for everything. They put silver nitrate on what was left of his cord, but the Dr accidentally touched some of his skin with it, so I am now dealing with a little section of cracked skin that bleeds if wiped too hard. Poor kiddo. The pricked his heel- he's a bleeder for sure, so that went fast, and they gave him his Hep B shot that I refused at the hospital so he could get a little older. Made for a long night last night. My babies don't do shots so well.

Cookies was on the charts for height for the first time in her life. Mind you, it was the 95th%, but it is the charts none the less (She has always been like 110th%). 60th% for weight- tall and skinny this one- but finally had gained some weight after almost a year of staying the same. She showed off her big muscles to the Dr (thank you Phatboy for teaching her how), sang him a song, and then wanted him to stay. He just adored her- little ham that she is. Since they don't do shots till Kindergarten, and we are delaying shots, he is going to call me next week so we can set up a schedule for both kiddos. We will do one at a time- at least a month apart- till they are caught up. I love that they support that.

Bum has food poisoning. I don't know what he ate- but he has been sick since the middle of the night. So baby who had a shot, + vomiting husband, + toddler nightmares = about 90 minutes of sleep for Mommy. Just as I got everyone settled to nap, and was hopping in the shower- since soap hasn't touched my hair in a week- grandma just walks into our room. I hear over the water the door open and her say "KIM" all too loud- then the baby shrieks- which wakes up the hubby, who runs into the bathroom to be sick again, Cookies hears the baby and Bum retching, so there goes her nap- I go get Bubbles (I'm dripping wet and still filthy mind you)- he decides he is hungry, so I nurse him, settle Bum back into bed, put a towel on my dirty hair, and bring my sweet babies out of the room so he can rest- all the while trying to think of a place to hide the body of the shower ruining baby waker. No shower for Mommy, no nap for Mommy. Not fair. Oh well- maybe later tonight- after they are all asleep. At least from getting it wet is doesn't LOOK as greasy.

Okay, so it is late...

But Bubbles is here! He arrived January 6th at 6:49am. 9lbs 1oz, 21" and absolutely perfect.

Memememe

The lovely Miss Canape was wonderful enough to give me a little distraction as this little monkey continues to hold on for dear life- even after a serious membrane stripping and walk around the zoo (Which has left me with less contractions today than I have had in weeks)

So here it is, seven random things about me.

1. I can't just sit and watch anything. I have to be doing something with my hands. Even at the movie theater- I try to take something with me so I don't sit and fold paper over and over again.

2. I used to show dogs full time. I was on the road 6 months of the year. I loved it. Sometimes I miss it desperately- but I would never trade it for my family or the time I have with them.

3. I am insanely anal about my daughter's hair. If it is in pigtails, they have to be even- and her curls have to go in the same direction. She is cool enough to tolerate me doing this.

4. My closest girlfriend is more like a sister to me than anything else. And a wonderful aunt to my kiddo(s)... It is an amazing blessing.

5. I love sushi. I miss it SO much. I want it as my first post delivery meal.

6. When I wear shoes with laces, they have to be tied in the middle of the shoe- if the bow is lopsided I have to start over. Thus why I live in my crocs.

7. I can't fall asleep at night unless I rub my feet together. My dad is the same way...

Now as far as tagging anyone, I don't have a clue who to tag who reads this. I don't think Kris has been tagged- and random stuff is fun to read. And ummm....
Tara . That's all I have at the moment. Ladies, post 7 random things about yourself then tag 7 (Or who you can think of) to do it too.

1 week and counting

39 weeks today. I am curious to see how long he is going to hold out. I don't mean to whine so much- but it is pretty much the only thing on my mind right now.

It is so true that they come when they want to. We tried acupressure, walking, sex, massage, spicy food, epo, pretty much everything safe- my body doesn't so much as twitch for those things.

Probably no December baby, but we will have a baby eventually- just have to wait it out.

Progress

I am still contracting several times an hour. Went to the Dr today, and I am now 4 cm. Stubborn baby- he wants to hang curtains.

I got spoiled with Cookies. The Dr said I am having the first baby experience the second time. He is gonna be a turd.

He either needs to come NOW- or wait till Girl comes back from the mountains. Kim needs her friend there.

&*(^)*&^*^%@#*%

I am so frustrated I could spit. False fucking labor ALL night last night- all day yesterday. So even though I didn't feel like I was progressing- I went in for my slightly panicked husband. NOTHING. Contractions ALL day- the ones that hurt- and my fucking cervix didn't even move forward.

Son of a bitch.

I shouldn't whine cause I am not even to my due date- but I hurt, I'm tired and you know, they couldn't have made me feel more like an ass at the hospital. The stupid resident looked at me and said "Do you remember what it felt like with your daughter??? When you feel like that again, you should be ready to come back."

Well thanks asshole, yes I do remember. I remember not having a single painful contraction till the day she came. Then my water broke- and she was here later that day. I thought the second time was supposed to go faster. I am so frustrated right now...

They wouldn't even do an aggressive exam to get things rolling better. Look lady- you try being up for 3 days straight not because you are timing contractions, but because they hurt enough to wake you. Bastards.

I don't want to go back. I went in for my husband- and they talk to me like I am my 2 year old. Thanks assholes-- now I know why women have their babies on the toilet in their bathrooms.

I am so not going to be able to handle this going on for another week. I don't want hugs- I just want them to stop or for them to move forward. GAHHHHHHH.

I just realized

Tomorrow is probably Lil Miss' last day at my house. It makes my tummy flop to think that she probably won't be coming back again. See, she is going to be a big sister too- and as much as I want to be super mom, 2 toddlers and 2 infants, 1 which I would have to bottle feed, is probably too much for me to handle.

She came to me after being attacked by another kid at her old daycare. I will never forget the first day I met her. Her bitty face was all bruised from where the little boy had bitten her. She was tiny and shy, barely 2 years old. She sang me the alphabet and I fell for her. She has grow up so much since she first came to stay with me. She used to be a scared little girl- if I went to a room in the house that she wasn't familiar with, she would cry. It was almost impossible for her to interact with anyone she didn't know, and she would cry the first 5 minutes we were anywhere. That overly timid toddler has blossomed into a little girl. She now loves to go places and explore, and loves to talk to new people. I hope I had a little part in that.

She and Cookies are like sisters (they fight like sisters too)- and I only hope that my lil one's heart doesn't break when she realizes her playmate is being replaced by a little brother. Soon enough he will be old enough to play too, but it won't be the same.

So come on out Bubbles... My sister is coming into town and I want you to meet her before she leaves (I am SO scared you won't come out before she leaves). Otherwise you won't get to meet your dorky aunt #3 until you are 6 months old. She really is cool, and after tomorrow, you don't need to wait anymore. Daddy will be off work for a week, dorky aunt #3 will be here, we will have finished our week with Lil Miss, and you would be the best Christmas present that any of us could imagine. All of your Aunts, virtual or no want to meet you. I want to meet you. We all want to meet you. Finish cooking my love. Stop teasing mommy with all of these contractions.

All the things I keep putting off

We are taking the hospital tour tonight. More for Cookies than for us-- but still. Way to put it all off- eh?

I also haven't packed any bags. NONE. Not even an overnight bag for Cookies.

Pre-registered at the hospital? Nope. Not that either.

His clothes are clean, His blankets are made, but the car seat base still isn't installed.

The co-sleeper isn't set up, and there are no new sheets made for his Moses basket. Not that he will sleep in either anyways.

No nursing gear yet, but camies will do till I know the enormity of my chest after engorgement.

Birthplan is done, phone numbers are listed, I have a list of what should be packed- but none of it is done yet. I rule.

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Happy Term Day to me.

Bubbles is a tease. I woke up Saturday morning to although mild, very regular contractions- every 8 minutes on the dot. lasted for 3 hours, then stopped. Went most of the day without, then had the same thing happen in the evening. Same story Sunday.

Makes me appreciate the way Cookies chose to come into the world. She showed her personality even in the way she was born. "Hello, I want to come out, so I am doing it today- and there is nothing you can do to stop me!" I woke up the morning of her due date with regular contractions that kept getting stronger, showered, finished packing, started to watch a movie and my water broke. She announced that she was coming. She didn't ask. I love that about her. Driven already and she isn't even 2 yet. Makes my life a little harder now- but I think if I don't manage to screw her up too badly she will make a nice adult. Driven with a tender heart. She rocks.

Back to Bubbles... This teasing makes me wonder what he is going to be like. A little more timid perhaps? Even more of a clown that his sister? Will I ever sleep again? At least I have a great weight loss system-- they sleep in my room with me. Cookies RUNS- fast for even a toddler and has kept me on my toes since she started walking. In the past, I would march around with her, acting like we were in a parade, being different animals. Belly is too big to march now. Thank God for Girl-- she is an awesome parent- Cookies loves her and would follow her to the moon if it meant she could pretend to be a monkey a little longer. I wonder if Bubbles will run as fast as Hailey. Makes me wish I had arms that stretched like the mom in the Incredibles. That way, when they run in separate directions- I could just stretch out and grab them...

Bum told me not to go into labor till Friday. He begs me to go all weekend- then tells me last night not to go till at least Friday. Thanks Dude- I'll put in an order. Anyone else want me to go into labor when it is convenient for them? Post your availability now, I'll do my best to accommodate your needs. He just wants the rest of his days off to be for the week of Christmas. I understand that-- but don't make me feel like a freaking egg timer.

Ah the stupid crap that bugs me these days. I'll just keep putting off packing my hospital bag. Maybe that will keep him in a little longer.