Well...after the rough night that was my life last night, I think that I received definitive proof that God actually might be a woman with a wicked sense of humor...
I went to the bathroom today while at work (nothing new there) and we all know from here that it's a habit of mine to check out the grey hairs that might/might not be present each time I go pee.
Yeah, well, this morning, I did my normal check and do you know what I found? Yep, gray hairs.
Nope, not short ones right at my roots. You know, some that might have grown in to replace all of those that I viciously yank out...
Oh no, no, no. That would be too simple. These were LONG. Like back in my normal hair length (I wore my hair down today, that's how I saw them!)...and they are PURE WHITE.
So you see...definitive proof that God might actually be a woman with a wicked sense of humor!
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
...So We Took Their Doors!
Yeah, that's the punch line that I'm using for the title. But I promise that if you stick with me on this short rant that you'll laugh your a** off along with us!
So we have two kids. And another one on the way...and yes, there are days when I question my own sanity. Especially if it happens to be one of those days where people remind you about their friend who had three kids and the third one broke the mold...yeah. So I think that the hormones are really kicking in during these last 30 days because I have been on a tear lately. If I'm not crying about something then I'm probably annoyed or ticked off about something else...and I REALLY hope for everyone else in this house that it's just the hormones. (And yes, I know that they'll get worse after the birth...but please keep that to yourself and don't tell my husband or children that! I think that they don't know that yet...and I'd like to keep that a secret for now!)
Anyway. So we have two kids. Two kids that have become somewhat "spoiled" shall we say? They are just being normal kids, but they really need to be taken down a notch or two in our opinion...and yes, this is something that Brent and I are totally, 100% on the same page about. We are in perfect agreement in this. They've been pestering us lately, but I really mean just me, and things have just come to a head in the last two or three days. I'll moderate my comments here and stop and say that they're good kids. For the most part...they just need a little reminding about how good they have it.
They've become accustomed to things. Things that we buy for them. Things that we do for them. Things that we don't have to be doing. And I'll stop right here and take full responsibility for the "monsters" that we've created. Putting a child through a divorce and living in two houses is hard on a kid. It's also hard on the parents too. For so long we wanted to be the parent that did fun things, that spent time with their kids, that took them cool places ALL THE TIME because we could. And now, just like would be expected, they've gotten used to that life. They now expect those things from us all of the time.
It's got to stop.
But the last few days, the problem has been more that they don't listen. Yes, I know, just another normal kid complaint...but when you're 9 months pregnant, it's a big deal. I don't want to repeat myself 4,376 times just to get the towel picked up off of the floor of one of their bedrooms. I don't want to have to ask 792 times for some peace and quiet in the afternoons while I'm trying to rest and follow doctor's orders for them to be quiet. And today...I didn't want to tell them even ONE MORE TIME to stop slamming their bedroom doors.
While I was trying to nap.
Me, the 9 month pregnant woman.
Whose hormones are starting to rage out of control.
When I was woken up for the 3rd time from the catnap that I was trying to take by a knocking on one of their doors, or a slam of the other one's doors, or a whiny little "You aren't supposed to use the locks!" I sort of lost it.
I calmly got up out of my bed. I put on my flip flops and walked downstairs. I managed to not even glare at them on my way past their rooms to get downstairs. Then I saw Brent trying to take a nap downstairs on the couch and I went completely postal. On the kids, not Brent. I told him that I wanted their doors taken off the hinges.
He just looked at me.
Then he said "I've tried to keep them quiet so that you could rest and I've asked them repeatedly to stop playing with their doors..." (Like he was the one in trouble)
And my response was "Yes, I'm sure that you have. But just like they don't listen when we tell them other things, they're not listening now. And the only thing that I can think to do to teach them a lesson is to remove their doors."
I took a deep breath along with a long pause...and then I said "So, please go upstairs and take care of that."
Then I went into the kitchen and made myself a sandwhich. (This is another lesson for them - until they can learn to appreciate the fact that they get to eat out for dinner/lunch and not to expect it, we're ALL eating nothing but sandwhiches.)
Brent happily got up from the couch, went out to the garage to get some tools...and he went upstairs and took their doors off of the hinges.
You might think that I'm mean. Maybe someone out there will think that I'm a genius. But I have a responsibility to raise my kids with some sense of manners, respect and responsibility to take with them out into the world towards other people, themselves and the things that are in their lives. And I feel that I haven't done much of that lately...and since we don't beleive in corporal punishment to any extreme, this seemed like a logical solution. Because it was either that or strangle someone...I think that I took the high road...
And yes, when I went upstairs after eating my wonderfully yummy PB&J sandwhich with pretzels and sweet tea for dinner...I laughed. I laughed out loud and hard to see them both in their rooms without any doors. I know that it was a little mean...but it was really hard not to laugh at the situation.
And when I say that I laughed, I really mean that I laughed so hard that I almost peed my pants...which isn't hard to do when you're 9 months pregnant!
So we have two kids. And another one on the way...and yes, there are days when I question my own sanity. Especially if it happens to be one of those days where people remind you about their friend who had three kids and the third one broke the mold...yeah. So I think that the hormones are really kicking in during these last 30 days because I have been on a tear lately. If I'm not crying about something then I'm probably annoyed or ticked off about something else...and I REALLY hope for everyone else in this house that it's just the hormones. (And yes, I know that they'll get worse after the birth...but please keep that to yourself and don't tell my husband or children that! I think that they don't know that yet...and I'd like to keep that a secret for now!)
Anyway. So we have two kids. Two kids that have become somewhat "spoiled" shall we say? They are just being normal kids, but they really need to be taken down a notch or two in our opinion...and yes, this is something that Brent and I are totally, 100% on the same page about. We are in perfect agreement in this. They've been pestering us lately, but I really mean just me, and things have just come to a head in the last two or three days. I'll moderate my comments here and stop and say that they're good kids. For the most part...they just need a little reminding about how good they have it.
They've become accustomed to things. Things that we buy for them. Things that we do for them. Things that we don't have to be doing. And I'll stop right here and take full responsibility for the "monsters" that we've created. Putting a child through a divorce and living in two houses is hard on a kid. It's also hard on the parents too. For so long we wanted to be the parent that did fun things, that spent time with their kids, that took them cool places ALL THE TIME because we could. And now, just like would be expected, they've gotten used to that life. They now expect those things from us all of the time.
It's got to stop.
But the last few days, the problem has been more that they don't listen. Yes, I know, just another normal kid complaint...but when you're 9 months pregnant, it's a big deal. I don't want to repeat myself 4,376 times just to get the towel picked up off of the floor of one of their bedrooms. I don't want to have to ask 792 times for some peace and quiet in the afternoons while I'm trying to rest and follow doctor's orders for them to be quiet. And today...I didn't want to tell them even ONE MORE TIME to stop slamming their bedroom doors.
While I was trying to nap.
Me, the 9 month pregnant woman.
Whose hormones are starting to rage out of control.
When I was woken up for the 3rd time from the catnap that I was trying to take by a knocking on one of their doors, or a slam of the other one's doors, or a whiny little "You aren't supposed to use the locks!" I sort of lost it.
I calmly got up out of my bed. I put on my flip flops and walked downstairs. I managed to not even glare at them on my way past their rooms to get downstairs. Then I saw Brent trying to take a nap downstairs on the couch and I went completely postal. On the kids, not Brent. I told him that I wanted their doors taken off the hinges.
He just looked at me.
Then he said "I've tried to keep them quiet so that you could rest and I've asked them repeatedly to stop playing with their doors..." (Like he was the one in trouble)
And my response was "Yes, I'm sure that you have. But just like they don't listen when we tell them other things, they're not listening now. And the only thing that I can think to do to teach them a lesson is to remove their doors."
I took a deep breath along with a long pause...and then I said "So, please go upstairs and take care of that."
Then I went into the kitchen and made myself a sandwhich. (This is another lesson for them - until they can learn to appreciate the fact that they get to eat out for dinner/lunch and not to expect it, we're ALL eating nothing but sandwhiches.)
Brent happily got up from the couch, went out to the garage to get some tools...and he went upstairs and took their doors off of the hinges.
You might think that I'm mean. Maybe someone out there will think that I'm a genius. But I have a responsibility to raise my kids with some sense of manners, respect and responsibility to take with them out into the world towards other people, themselves and the things that are in their lives. And I feel that I haven't done much of that lately...and since we don't beleive in corporal punishment to any extreme, this seemed like a logical solution. Because it was either that or strangle someone...I think that I took the high road...
And yes, when I went upstairs after eating my wonderfully yummy PB&J sandwhich with pretzels and sweet tea for dinner...I laughed. I laughed out loud and hard to see them both in their rooms without any doors. I know that it was a little mean...but it was really hard not to laugh at the situation.
And when I say that I laughed, I really mean that I laughed so hard that I almost peed my pants...which isn't hard to do when you're 9 months pregnant!
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Thirty-Four Weeks
I guess that I should skip ahead since my doctor has officially moved my due date up by two weeks...which would make me thirty-six weeks. But you know what? I'm feeling pretty crappy today and VERY lazy and since doing that would involve me going to babycenter.com and logging in and then changing my due date in order to receive updated and correctly positioned weekly updates...I'm not gonna do that.
Maybe tomorrow.
And since moving my due date up then puts me a week ahead of where he is...it's just too confusing. I mean, these days, I'm lucky to remember my own phone number, much less what week I'm on, he's on and babycenter.com says...so we'll stick with what's working for us right now, ok? k - thanks!
So with all that being said, according to babycenter.com my baby now weighs right around 4.75 pounds (about the size of your average cantaloupe) and is almost 18 inches long. His fat layers, which he'll need to regulate his body temp once he's born, are filling him out, making him rounder. His skin is also smoother than ever. His central nervous system is maturing as well and his lungs are continuing to mature too.
So you know my whole update...there's not a lot more to say. I'm still having contractions each day, but the half day of bedrest seems to be helping that out a bit as I don't seem to be having as many of them as I was last week when I was still working most all day long. The flip side to the bed rest? I ache. Like all over. That's not true. It's not all over...it's specific to my back. And even more specific than that, it's specific to my pelvis.
If I could accurately describe it...which I don't pretend to be able to do...it feels like someone who's really large and strong has one hand on each side of my pelvis and is trying to rip it into two pieces like you would a sheet of paper. Yeah, that pretty much sums it up...not fun! I did do a quick search on that symptom last night...which I know that I shouldn't have done (Brandi!) and I didn't really like what I read. It's one of three things...just normal pain for a baby that's turned sunny-side-up and is slightly large for a person's small sized frame, it's preliminary signs of pelvis seperation (OUCH!), or it could be the first signs of labor.
Yeah, I didn't like any of those choices either...but at least I didn't find out that I had been stung by a South Austrailian insect who carries some rare disease that can only be cured by a blood transfusion from a monkey...
See? Things can ALWAYS be worse! I'm trying to lighten the heavy mood, in case you can't tell. Mentioning humor, let's take a look at those belly shots...I was a day or two behind in taking these, but here you go!
Maybe tomorrow.
And since moving my due date up then puts me a week ahead of where he is...it's just too confusing. I mean, these days, I'm lucky to remember my own phone number, much less what week I'm on, he's on and babycenter.com says...so we'll stick with what's working for us right now, ok? k - thanks!
So with all that being said, according to babycenter.com my baby now weighs right around 4.75 pounds (about the size of your average cantaloupe) and is almost 18 inches long. His fat layers, which he'll need to regulate his body temp once he's born, are filling him out, making him rounder. His skin is also smoother than ever. His central nervous system is maturing as well and his lungs are continuing to mature too.
Babycenter.com also tells me that if I've been nervous about preterm labor (umm...yeah!) then I'll be happy to know that babies born between 34 and 37 weeks who have no other health conditions generally do fine. Whew. Thanks, babycenter.com - big relief! There might be a short stay at the hospital involved, in the neonatal unit, and possibly some short-term health issues, but they usually do as well as full-term babies.
Well...that relieves SOME of my worries! :)So you know my whole update...there's not a lot more to say. I'm still having contractions each day, but the half day of bedrest seems to be helping that out a bit as I don't seem to be having as many of them as I was last week when I was still working most all day long. The flip side to the bed rest? I ache. Like all over. That's not true. It's not all over...it's specific to my back. And even more specific than that, it's specific to my pelvis.
If I could accurately describe it...which I don't pretend to be able to do...it feels like someone who's really large and strong has one hand on each side of my pelvis and is trying to rip it into two pieces like you would a sheet of paper. Yeah, that pretty much sums it up...not fun! I did do a quick search on that symptom last night...which I know that I shouldn't have done (Brandi!) and I didn't really like what I read. It's one of three things...just normal pain for a baby that's turned sunny-side-up and is slightly large for a person's small sized frame, it's preliminary signs of pelvis seperation (OUCH!), or it could be the first signs of labor.
Yeah, I didn't like any of those choices either...but at least I didn't find out that I had been stung by a South Austrailian insect who carries some rare disease that can only be cured by a blood transfusion from a monkey...
See? Things can ALWAYS be worse! I'm trying to lighten the heavy mood, in case you can't tell. Mentioning humor, let's take a look at those belly shots...I was a day or two behind in taking these, but here you go!
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Yeah. It's getting larger. Nothing more really needs to be said. Except that I feel like I'm about at my max stretching point...I can't compare it to how big I got with Jenna. That was 8 years ago and like I said, there are days that I'm having trouble remembering my own age, much less how big around I got during my last pregnancy! LOL!
And no, that's not a stretch mark right below my belly button, that's where my pants were digging into my belly after eating pizza rolls last night!
Ok - gotta go. Not that I really have anything to do...you'll probably be so sick of seeing me now that I have my internet problem fixed...but what's a girl to do all afternoon long? :)
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