Thursday, November 27, 2008
Holidays with the in-laws... eek!
I am quickly realizing the attitude "I don't give a fuck what you think of me" that I portray on my blog may not go over well with family members who don't know me well (and even the ones who do).I
Hopefully not.
Speaking of in-laws, gulp, they found me. I must remember that family now reads my blog. I couldn't hide forever I guess, hehe.
A spring cleaning of certain posts may be in order... wait, what? What posts? I didn't say anything....
Aside from the fact that after all this time I'm still a little nervous around the in-laws Thanksgiving went pretty well.
Nevermind the fact that Paul hit the terrible 2s hard and threw a huge fit for like an hour+.
Not good for someone like me who's so controlling and expects her kids to be uber respectful at all times. I need to remember to relax and take into account the fact that he's two!
I don't like using age as an excuse, but you can't ignore it either.
I think everyone could see I was stressed out and tired- hopefully they also saw that I do love my family and love being with them.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
So totally gonna start a band
I'll just leave it at that... lmao
Monday, November 24, 2008
It's a shit fest!
Oh geez what a morning.I haven't taken Paul to Gymboree since Teddy was born and believe me he has got some pent up runnin-around time to get rid of. So I planned to take him to Free Play this morning. Which is basically a free for all- run and jump around good time.
Well the second we were supposed to put our sweaters on and go Paul and Teddy decided to have a poop party. Teddy pooped for I swear like 15 minutes. By the time we got to Gymboree Paul had like 15-20 minutes to play. Usually he has an hour.
I hate HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE to be late. I practically get panic attacks. I just really cannot stand to be late.
And Paul has not yet learned that "come here" means get your ass over here right now. He stares at me like I've got a 3rd eye. Do you know how frustrating it is to be holding a squirming infant and tell your toddler to "come here" 50 billion times and have them stare at you like they're retarded?
I can feel my hands tingle with frustration at just the thought.
Ooh but speaking of that- I was reading old posts I wrote a while back- before I started taking my crazy lady meds. Man I said fuck a lot.
I still say it- just not as much. I haven't said it as much because of Paul- and plus now that I'm on crazy lady meds my brain isn't all out of wack and I don't feel as much need to kick an old woman down the stairs... mwahahaha.
Friday, November 21, 2008
A real post... sort of...
Bullet points!
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
New photos
Posting photos is much easier than typing crap up. You guys get some sort of update and I save time, hehe.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
We're home!
IntroducingAnother boy. I'm out-numbered! Aaaah!
So, he was born November 12th at 8:34am. He was 19 3/4 inches long and weighed 6lbs 13oz.
Ok, let me throw out some photos before I start getting into the gorey details of it all.
-Before the surgery. Obviously....
-Paul giving me a hug goodbye before going back to his aunt's house.
-Right after they pulled him out of me and cleaned him up
-Popeye
Ok, let's get down to the nitty-gritty. Rar.
Man, there is a LOT I blocked from my memory when I had Paul. Like when they put the catheder (sp?) up my cooter. How on Earth did I not remember that from the last C-Section?! Seriously.
So after they did all the un pleasant crap- the IV, the catheder, etc. You know- stuck tubes up me where god enver intended tubes they made me walk next door to get my spinal.
I don't know why some women complain about t he spinal. I honestly don't think it's that bad. You get a bit of pressure on your back and then warmth surrounds you and soon all your pain and discomfort is gone. It's so nice. Although I'd probably go crazy and faint if I ever saw exactly what they were doing to me.
Anyway, so they finish prepping me and let Stephen in the room finally. I felt like this when I had Paul too- that they forgot to let my husband in. Cause she start talking like they're starting and all that but then Stephen's not in yet so for a second I get all worried. I should know by now that they'd never leave the dad out.
Anyway- so let me just say that the hospital where Teddy was born is like 5 million times better than the hospital Paul was born at. I don't know how the hospital Paul was born at was named in the top 10 labor and delivery units in the country. Sure the rooms were a lot nicer but I don't need some hotel style room when I'm just stuck in a bed. I'd rather have good nurses and doctors than a nice color on the wall.
Anyway so the nurses and doctors here were better about telling me what was going on. When I had Paul I really felt like everyone else was experiencing the birth of the baby I had been carrying around for 9 months but me. This time was better. He came out and I had 2 first thoughts. I don't know which one was first cause I had them both together.
I thought 1) omg look at all that hair! and 2) He is WAY smaller than Paul! I remember seeing Paul and he just looked like a giant baby to me. Teddy was just so small in comparison.
So after he was first out and they held him up Stephen was nice enough to tell me he was going over to watch him get all cleaned up and such. But in his defense- when Paul was born Stephen had *just* gotten off the plane from Kuwait so he was a bit more frazzled last time.
Everything just seemed to go a lot smoother this time around. I guess I was just expecting it not to.
So blah blah blah he got all cleaned up and I got all sewn and stapled up and went to the room.
After I'd gotten all settled that's when his nurse came in to tell me he'd gulped a huge swallow of fluid and was having trouble breathing. So he had to be under an oxygen bubble for about 24 hours. But every time they came in to give me an update they said he was progressing remarkabley well.
It's hard seeing your newborn baby all hooked up to moniters and IVs but to be honest I was soo drugged and doped up that- it wasn't so much that I didn't care but I wasn't as emotional. Too loopy to be emotional I guess.
But he's home now and breathing and eating fine. He failed his hearing tests at the hospital so I gotta take him in a few weeks to get him tested again. I'm sure he's fine cause he totally jumped and flinched when Stephen blew his nose lol.
Oh and speaking of eating- I'm not aloud to breastfeed because of my crazy lady meds. Which is ok- I'm dealing with that. It's hard though for milk to be leaking from your boobs and you know instictively to give it to your baby and not be able to give it to him.
But I need my crazy lady meds. It's so much better for me being on them and not breastfeeding than being off them. Oh lord trust me! Still, it's disapointing.
Anyhoo- I'm tired. Both boys are asleep so I"m gonna go take advantage and take a nap. Ahhh naps....
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Last post for a while
By the time you guys read this I will have had the baby.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Where am I?
The C-Section toI'm in a total fog and have no clue what's going on around me. Great.
I need to not only pack for myself but I need to pack enough crap for Paul for a 3 day stay at my SIL's.
This is the first time he's going to wake up in the morning with out me there.
I need a moment. No, this is good. He's a big boy and he needs to be away from me. He'll do better than I will be probably- haha!
Friday, November 07, 2008
Ooh! Get the spatula and spank me big boy!
Wait... what are we talking about?Oh yeah- it's Friday and SPF is back!
Hooray!
This week's theme is:
Your Spatula…that flat thing you use to flip grilled cheese sammiches.
-I rarely use this one. Only because it's metal. I use it for cookies and things like that. But my pans are all non-stick. So I use...
...mainly this non-stick one. I have both because really you can't just have one kind. That's like having one size mixing bowl. Just silly.
Did you play?!
Thursday, November 06, 2008
I'm a late and lazy whore
I was flipping around blogs today and realized I didn't put up photos from Halloween.I need to remember that just because I put them up on MySpace doesn't mean I've posted them here.
Anyhoo- here they are:
-Stephen, Paul, and our neice Kathryn
-Me and Paul. He looks deep in thought but really he's staring at kids on the playground haha
-And one of Paul playing in the leaves.
In other, kid, news.... I am still dialated to just a one! Ugh! Thank goodness I'm having a C-Section otherwise this kid would NEVER come out!
Speaking of which- next Wednesday morning is the day of the C-Section! Woohoo!
FINALLY! OMFG! I thought this Demon spawn would never hatch!
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Stuff Portrait.... Tuesday?
Updated to add:I think we all know that I don't agree with (a lot of) the views of Obama or McCain. But I'm not talking about that right now.
I just witnessed history. I cannot truly express in words the joy and pride I feel.
We, the American people, just voted in the first Black-American President. The first Bi-Racial President.
I am engulfed with emotion.
It's not just for me- SO much more- my joy is for my children.
Paul and the new baby will grow up always having had a Black-American President in the long list of Presidents.
I work hard to show my kids that the world can be tolerant and respectful of EVERY person.
I really cannot express my feelings in words. It's like my kids were just handed the moon.
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So Kristine gave us a special assignment for SPF:
VOTE!
On Tuesday, November 4th, 2008 — GO VOTE! When you do, take a picture of something that represents this freedom. The pen you used. The road you took to get there.
So here are my Election Day 08 photos!
-I always need signs to tell me where to go, otherwise I'd end up in the back of some guy's van... hehe jk.
... the journey continues to the booth
-My ballot. I totally voted NO on the "should dumbass laws be passed?" prop... hehe
-Yes he IS a future voter! No child of mine is ever going to complain about the way our country is being run and then NOT vote. It won't be aloud. End of story.
-Lots of signs
-Such a beautiful day out
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Mine wasn't the only vagina there!
My "neice*," Carrie, is part of this scrapbooking club and every time it's her turn to host I get to tag along.So for nearly 4 glorious hours I sat in a room with other females and learned new scrapbooking techniques!
We talked about
Seriously, you guys don't understand. Every Wednesday I have guy friends come over and we play D&D (yeah, I know, I'm a loser). I am surrounded by dorky boys.
Do you honestly think I could casually mention things about blowjobs and sex in general in front of them?
Ha! I think not!
well I suppose to *could*- but that's just creepy and wrAWng!.
I need to get out of the house more.
*I use the term "neice" lightly only because she's like 3 years younger than I am and we're more friends than like in-laws
Saturday, November 01, 2008
Fuckity fuckersens
I'm probably the problem no matter where I go- but no matter what state I live in I cannot stand the drivers there!People in GA were rude and never let you over and ran red lights (causing the crossing lanes to slow down and getting traffic all jumbled), and they sped like crazy.
Here- it's like a herd of old people just kept producing more old ass people. Not only are they slow as fuck, but they too don't ever move their asses over to let you in.
See, I'm nice. When a car is trying to merge onto the freeway- if at all possible- I will move over and let them merge on. Does that not make sense?
Then again I'm usually in the fast lane anyway because the idiots in the right hand lane tend to drive 20 miles UNDER the damn speed limit and that fact alone drives me into violent convulsions.
Anyway- so maybe I have too much faith in people because I expect them to show me the same curtousy (sp?).
I should never be trying to get on the freeway and have to make a full ass stop because a line of slow ass fucktards won't get out of the way to let me on. And then if I get aggressive and push my way on they honk and get mad at ME.
For someone who's a pacifist (that's me!) I would forget everything and torture and kill every dumbass on the road.
