Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Birthday Countdown....Also Question Of The Week

Yesterday I met with the surgeon.

We went over my health and everything is as perfect as perfect can be.

And then she went over the calender for my 39th week of pregnancy.

And then she picked the first available date that they could take him.

And then I almost squealed with excitement because it was sooner than I thought they would.

And now we have a date to countdown to.

Bubby will be born on May 14th, 2010.

17 days people. 17 days.


And here is the Question of the Week:

"If you could bear the child of a famous person alive today, who would it be and why?"

I couldn't narrow it down to 1.  I chose Taye Diggs, because seriously.  Who doesn't want to eat him up, plus I saw him on Ellen and the way he spoke of his son made my heart smile.  He is a good father, you can tell.

My sencond choice is Hugh Jackman, because again, hello?  I could eat him off a platter.  Plus he has been all over the tabloids with his children.  He is actively involved with them.  And we all know there is nothing sexier than a hot guy that's good with is kids.

What about you?  Who's your imaginative baby daddy?

Monday, April 26, 2010

Bubby's Room-Phase 2 (36 Weeks)

I had to move the crib to the other side of the room to fit the Pooh baskets on the shelves.  Adorable.

His mattress in in the crib but I haven't washed the sheets and put them on yet.

Here is the pile of clothes I HAVE washed.  This is 2 loads. One still needs to be folded and I still probably have 3-4 more loads to go.

My father-in-law ordered a dresser set that matches the crib so this shelf will be taken out this week so I can put more things away. There is still tons of stuff in Lael's room that I haven't even moved to Bubby's room yet.

And here is my 36 week belly.  I'm ready.  Done.  Finished.  Time to hold my son. :)


Thursday, April 22, 2010

Project Bubby's Room-Phase 1

It's funny how I posted a few days ago that Bubby's room wasn't CLOSE to being ready for him.

There was still a futon, desk and cubby in there, not to mention my brother-in-law's belongings.

I was starting to get panicky because the closer I get to may the less energy I have and once he gets here fixing his room will be the last of my worries.

I've been on my hubby for MONTHS to get the furniture out of the room but you know. 

He's a husband.

And they do things when they are good an ready.  No sooner, no later.

He swore that this week would be the week he made moves.

Monday came and went. Nothing.

Tuesday came and went. Nothing.

Wednesday came and went. Nothing.

Thursday rained and I knew nothing would happen then.

But when I came home yesterday and opened the front door and was greeted by a desk sitting on a rolling cart thingy.

He claimed that he was taking it to the dumpster today but I still had a lot of cleaning out to do in the room

I was pissy because I had gotten everything out of the room and didn't know what the hell he was talking about.

I went upstairs and this is what I saw:

I was so excited I think I teared up a little bit.

Not only did he take everything out of the room but he shampooed the carpet, put the crib together, and put the rocking chair in their and even shampooed that!

I threw the Pooh rug in there just to add a little touch.

I can't believe it's real.  He will be here soon. 

Stay tuned for Phase 2!

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Question Of The Week

Ok, you guys have been giving great responses the the questions.

Some of you have been slacking.  You have to answer the question.  No judgement will be passed....ok maybe a little.

Just kidding.

Ok here goes:

If you could give anonymous advice to one set of parents you know about how they are raising thier kids, who would it be and what would you tell them?

Don't be afraid.  We all have different opinions and it's ok.  It's not like I'm going to TELL them what you said.

So for me it would be my best friend and her fiance.  I love her with all my heart but they don't speak to their kids in the best way.

While on the phone with her the other day I heard her fiance yell "Get you ass back in the fucking tub!" I gasped.

And then I was silent.

She was all like "What?" And I said "Why is he talking to him like that, he's 2!"

And she said something about how many times he had gotten out of the tub and that he doesn't really understand what they are saying.

I call bullshit.

I have yelled at my kids before.  I admit it.  But I have never, ever, spoken to them this way before.

I would give them both advice on talking to each other and the children the way they want them to talk to others.  Friends, family, everyone.

I haven't given her the advice because she over-reacts but it has been eating at me.  I'll tell her one day.

Just not now.

Ok, your turn.  Let's see what you got.

Monday, April 19, 2010

The Baby Shower

It was full awe awesomeness.

The kids all helped open and pass things around. I love kids.

My best friend (holding the duck) drove all the way from NJ. I am loved.

The outfit I'm wearing my brother bought me.  You can't see it in the pics but I got a pedicure that morning and had my toes painted the same shade of blue.  I'm cute like that.

As usual there were a few mishaps and a few friends dissapointed me but those there were there TOTALLY made up for it.

I literally got everything I needed.  I am blessed.  And that is all.

Friday, April 16, 2010

In A Few Days

My brother sent me a text message yesterday while I was at work.

He said that his heart was broke.  My mother has hurt him deeply.

I can manage to deal with my own pain but it's hard for me to see those around me effected by her careless actions.

In a few days my brother will be headed back to California and then on to Afghanistan.

In a few days my brother will be gone and my parents have yet to see him durning his month long visit.

Tomorrow is my baby shower.  I am finding a way for my youngest brother (who still lives at home) to get there.

He asked my dad to take him but my dad's response was that he didn't want to go.

He asked my mom but she claimed to be working that day. 

I call bullshit. To the whole situation.

In a few days my only family will pack up and get on a plane.  I am already sad and he hasn't left yet.

He had taught me how important sibling are in your lives.

I never realized it until recently.  When life gets rough it is important to have them by your side.

TKW left this comment on one of my posts "Friends are the family you can choose."

Thank you all for being that.  In these next few weeks I know my emotions continue to flucuate.

That's just how it is.  In a few days my baby brother will be hundreds of miles away from me.

But we have never been closer.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Pillow Notes

Lael walked in on me in the bathroom this morning as I was putting on a pantyliner.

I didn't want to over-react so I just proceeded with what I was doing.

"I've seen those before mom, Nana had one on. What is it for?"

"Oh, you'll find out when you are a big girl."

"I think I know what it's for.  Because Bubby kicks you hard sometimes and it hurts down there so that will make it feel better."

"Yup. It will."

"But I don't know why Nana put one on. She doesn't have a baby in her belly.  It already came out.  It was you! So I don't know what she wearing hers for. Silly Nana."

"Hmm...yeah, silly Nana."

It's amazing how even though she is getting older she still an innocent child.  She is sweet, funny, thoughtful and curious.

A few weeks ago when I had the stomach flu, Lael had started her Spring Break.  I was curled in bed and I told her that she could stay up and watch tv in her room quietly.

At some point in the middle of the night (well maybe not that late but seriously I was REALLY sick) she came in and whispered to me.  She handed me a piece of paper and told me to put it under my pillow and take it to work the next day.

I forgot because I thought I had dreamt is.  She called me from her Mama's house, which is where she spent her first few Spring Break days, and asked me if I got it.  I told her I didn't but would get it when I got home.

Once again I forgot but in the middle of the night I put my hand under my pillow and pulled the paper out.  I stuck in on my dresser without looking at it so that I would remember to take it with me.

The next morning I stuck it in my bag while rushing to get out of the house.

When I got to work I dug in my bag for my cell phone and this is what fell out.

I died a little right there.  You know from the sweetness.  I adore this child.  This note is hanging up on my desk and when I get frustrated or pissy I turn and look at it and it never fails to bring a smile to my face.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

This Is Why I'm The Mom

Since Lael was born I have been clothing her.

I buy her clothes. Buy her shoes. Buy her underwear. Do her hair.

I have taken that on as my responsibility.


It's not that hubby wouldn't know how to dress her.  It's just that if I let him dress her, she'd look like a little boy with sweatpants and tennis shoes on with her hair in a baseball cap.

And no.  I'm not exaggerating.

So when D was here during Easter she came with busted tennis shoes.  I was a little pissed because since we send $500 a month I expect her to have at least a decent pair of shoes and not the Faded Glory (Wal-Mart) brand that she had.  Not that there is anything against Wal-Mart shoes but at least buy a new pair when the old ones start to fall apart.

I digress.

So Hubby decided that he was going to take her and Lael and get them both shoes because there is no way to get one shoes without the other.

So I get home that day and she is excited to show me her shoes.  I am shocked.

The shoe on the left are her Skechers (sz 11) that she wears.  She has a little growing room but they are a good fit.

Now the shoes on the left are the Nikes (sz 13!!) that Hubby thought were ok for him to buy her.

What the fuck!?

He says they they ran a little small.  Seriously.  That don't run that small.

I'm not into my child looking like she is walking in clown shoes.

So yesterday we got into a heated discussion because he must have told her she could wear the shoes after I had already explained to her that they were a little too big.

I debated about this all night and even involved my Twitter friends.  I then decided to hide the shoes on her closet shelf.

Because you know what.

He can suck a fat one.  I've been running this shit for 6 1/2 years now and it's a little late for him to try to step in.

That's why I'm the mom.  And he better not forget it.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Question of the Week

So Hubby got me a Blackberry yesterday.  It's not an iPhone, but since I refuse to change phone companies I have to settle for what I can get.

And you know what.  It's pretty damn cool.  It has a touch screen and all the apps I want so I have no complaints.

Hubby's can be totally great sometimes....but there are times they can make you want to plot their deaths with your best friend.

That leads me up to the Question of the Week:

"If you could eliminate one habit your mate has, what would you have them stop doing?"

I had a list but obviously had to narrow it down a bit.

The way he leaves his clothes ALL OVER THE HOUSE, the way he drives like he's playing a video game, the way he thinks he is in control of whatever tv is in the same room as him, the way he steals toliet paper out of my bathroom and I don't realize it until I've taken a poop, the way he takes my clean towel out and I don't realize it until I'm dripping wet out of the shower.....Seriously, I could go on and on.

But the one I pick is when he starts to cook dinner...and then walks away.   Who the hell does that?!

I mean he'll put stuff in the oven and set the timer and just leave.  And guess who had to stop what she's doing to take it out and make adjustments.

I know it seems stupid but it drives me batshit.  Is it that hard to keep your happy ass in the kitchen while you are cooking.

Apparently so.

Your turn.  What habit would you pick?  And be creative! :)

Monday, April 12, 2010

I'm Alive

I know I've been MIA for like a week.

I'm ok just too much is going on.

Between Easter and dealing with Lael's allergies this past weekend things in between have been fuzzy.

I am super excited because my baby shower will be on Saturday.

Great food, great friends, and great gifts. What more could a girl want.

I'm not going to harp on it, but I did finally get an email from my mother.

Too bad the email was only one sentence long and said the she won't make it to the baby shower.

Yeah, that totally screwed up my weekend.

But other than that I'm holding in there. The weather has been gorgeous and that always lifts a spirit.

I've been doing spring/baby cleaning. I will have his crib this weekend so I can begin to put his room together. (Yeah, I'm totally behind schedule).

So based off of the fact that I'm 34 weeks. I could have him in as little as 33 days or as many as 39. Let's pray for the 33 m'kay.

I hope everything is well with you my friends. I may not the commenting whore I usually am but I have been reading.

Oh, and just for you here is a belly pic!

Friday, April 2, 2010


In case you aren't counting along, I have six weeks before my c-section. I'm feeling ready. But we all know how bi-polar my emotions are.

I do believe I have yet ANOTHER cold. So that's all sorts of fun.

Thanks for all the kind words on yesterday's post. I'm just going to give that a break. I'm starting to depress my own blog.

Being pregnant all weekend made me forget that it gets warm in the Spring (like 80 today) and I have nothing but sweatpants and long sleeve shirts that fit me. So that's all sorts of sexy.

My dog that I thought was dying has suddenly returned to her normal self. I think she should still go to the Vet but just like human doctors, my hubby has a phobia.

I was going downtown today to tour some museums and get good shots of the Cherry Blossoms. Sometimes I forget I'm 8 months pregnant. But hubby reminded me because I couldn't even
walk around Wal-Mart with having to lean on the cart. Yeah, so that's out.

I need a pedicure. I think I'll take carr of that today.

Oh, and I love my bloggy friends. I pray you all have a fun-filled blessed weekend with your family. I know I will!

Happy Friday!

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Guess Who Called Me?

If you guessed my mother finally broke down and called me you would be wrong.

My father did.

We didn't speak about my mom or why she has cut me and my brothers off.

He simply wanted to drop off an Easter basket. Not for both the girls but just for Lael. They barely acknowledge D.

He asked if Lael needed anything and we arranged for a time for him to come by.

At no point did he ask how I was doing.

I literally cried when I typed that sentence. He didn't care to even ask about me.

I am struggling friends. My head tells me to be strong but my heart is soft, therefore it's bruised easily.

And this too shall pass....I know this.

But damn I wish it would hurry already.