Have I mentioned that I have a serious problem? I have this crazy obsession with taking the feathers out of feather pillows. This is bad. And it's especially bad when I'm at a hotel and those pillows don't belong to me. They're someone else's property that I should respect and not vandalize. But it's just so hard not to, you know?
Okay, and I realized the other day on my way home from work that I'm clueless when it comes to newborns. I've been around babies before. I really have. My family is full of them. But I just don't have a clue. They say things will come naturally. Um, some things don't. That's why back in the day the older women taught the younger - because the younger can be clueless.
My stomach is sticking straight out, and I often hear, "Your stomach is so big for your body size." Lol. It still cracks me up, but yeah, from behind...nothing. Then BAM - stomach in the front, and it's getting heavy. Not so much wide-loading here but front-loading.
And no, no name yet for baby boy. Everyone keeps rushing us. I don't get the rush. Does it really affect everyone that much if we don't name him until he's born? ???
And yes, we're doing cloth diapers, and I thank all the wonderful people who have given me such great advice. And if you're one of those who just makes annoying comments about it, don't. Kindly keep it to yourself...otherwise the raging hormones get quacked out. It's like they got worse during this trimester. My boss can't believe how emotional and sensitive I can be. We're both D and C personalities - the demanding perfectionists. We don't take people's feelings into consideration very well. It's not natural for us. Not so these days for me. I'm a crazy.
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Monday, July 27, 2009
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Baby Blue
Lots been happening so I'll try to summarize...
Boy oh boy - it's a boy. Yep, we found out a couple of months ago. I'm not a proponent of a hundred purposeless sonograms, but we agreed to do 1 and happened to find out that we're having a son. How exciting is that?! When people ask, and I tell them, it seems they like to use this line right afterwards, "Oh, I bet your husband is so happy." Uh, he would be happy either way folks. We weren't biased, we didn't care. We were honestly those people who are just happy. I mean it IS in God's hands after all, right? I mean, we can't control it, so why try to choose either way? It's annoying when people constantly tell you, "I hope it's a _____." Hello, it's out of our hands. Anyway, "Baby Blue" is a hyper lil fellow right now. For several days I wondered if he even napped. It's amazing to think about how life begins, forms...what in the world is a baby thinking? What is Baby Blue doing when it feels like a wet dog is shaking the water off in there? Lovin' it!
Obviously Baby Blue has no official name yet.
On kind of a downer - one of my mom's younger sisters was diagnosed with lymphoma just 2 weeks ago. It was all very sudden. She had been feeling bad for a couple of weeks and had swollen gland. They thought it was her thyroid. She went in on a Friday for some additional blood work, they ended up admitting her to the hospital, and by the next morning they told her the mass growing around (kinda on the side and behind) her heart was a lymphoma. They did a procedure that morning and wanted to start chemo, but they waited until the following week for the first treatment. They've done 2 and will do the chemo every 3 weeks for a few months. Then radiation. Crazy. All crazy.
Lots of stuff happening. Lots of it. And lots of dumb drivers in Dallas.
Boy oh boy - it's a boy. Yep, we found out a couple of months ago. I'm not a proponent of a hundred purposeless sonograms, but we agreed to do 1 and happened to find out that we're having a son. How exciting is that?! When people ask, and I tell them, it seems they like to use this line right afterwards, "Oh, I bet your husband is so happy." Uh, he would be happy either way folks. We weren't biased, we didn't care. We were honestly those people who are just happy. I mean it IS in God's hands after all, right? I mean, we can't control it, so why try to choose either way? It's annoying when people constantly tell you, "I hope it's a _____." Hello, it's out of our hands. Anyway, "Baby Blue" is a hyper lil fellow right now. For several days I wondered if he even napped. It's amazing to think about how life begins, forms...what in the world is a baby thinking? What is Baby Blue doing when it feels like a wet dog is shaking the water off in there? Lovin' it!
Obviously Baby Blue has no official name yet.
On kind of a downer - one of my mom's younger sisters was diagnosed with lymphoma just 2 weeks ago. It was all very sudden. She had been feeling bad for a couple of weeks and had swollen gland. They thought it was her thyroid. She went in on a Friday for some additional blood work, they ended up admitting her to the hospital, and by the next morning they told her the mass growing around (kinda on the side and behind) her heart was a lymphoma. They did a procedure that morning and wanted to start chemo, but they waited until the following week for the first treatment. They've done 2 and will do the chemo every 3 weeks for a few months. Then radiation. Crazy. All crazy.
Lots of stuff happening. Lots of it. And lots of dumb drivers in Dallas.
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Baby Showers.
So at work recently, I overheard some ladies discussing baby showers. One of the ladies was running late to a baby shower...on purpose. She knows I'm pregnant, so she said something like, "...no offense. I'm just not into them..." Ugh, who is???
That same weekend, a friend of mine was texting me from a baby shower she had to attend, and the text messages read something like this:
Get me out of here.
If I see one more ____ (replace with whatever common baby item you see at showers), I'm going to scream.
OMG, now they're passing the gifts around.
All I could do was rub it in. I've been to a few baby showers, and to be completely and honest, most of them were dreadful. I've thrown a few, and those weren't too bad. Not to pat me on the back or anything...no, really, they had nothing to do with me. One of the showers was really cool because the mom reminded me a lot of me. She didn't want the typical pink or blue ribbons hanging all over. Without giving her identity away, she had a very cool, earthy-type thing, and we didn't play goofy games. Another shower I hosted was actually a collaboration. I got together with a few other friends to try to do something special for someone who was new. All of her friends and family lived else where, and we were pretty much her only family. It was just a few girls and a lady we loved and honored getting together to say "congrats." Just friends enjoying each other's company. Even though we did play corny games, it wasn't all awkward because we could at least cross our legs...and it was, again, friends.
The thought of sitting in a room with people who don't know each other and who are awkwardly trying to make conversation with each other doesn't sit well with me. Not only that, but then you have to pass the gifts around and listen to everyone go, "Aawww" for the bazillionth time...that doesn't sit well with me either. Oh, then you're already uncomfortable because you're huge and hormonal, and you can't cross your legs because of some silly game? Ugh.
So what to do? I had dinner with some close friends recently, and they convinced me that this was part of allowing people to 'experience' this with me. That's fine and all (I'm just not that deep). But seriously, we should consider creativity when it comes to 'baby showers.'
Okay, and I think it's a sign - I continue to have dream after dream of going on amazing world travels. I think somebody should seriously consider sending me to an exotic island before beanie baby comes...who by the way is no longer a bean. According to babycenter.com, baby now weighs as much as an apple. Maybe it was around this time that Gwyneth Paltrow (sp?) decided to name her kid Apple. Glad I didn't stop at bean.
That same weekend, a friend of mine was texting me from a baby shower she had to attend, and the text messages read something like this:
Get me out of here.
If I see one more ____ (replace with whatever common baby item you see at showers), I'm going to scream.
OMG, now they're passing the gifts around.
All I could do was rub it in. I've been to a few baby showers, and to be completely and honest, most of them were dreadful. I've thrown a few, and those weren't too bad. Not to pat me on the back or anything...no, really, they had nothing to do with me. One of the showers was really cool because the mom reminded me a lot of me. She didn't want the typical pink or blue ribbons hanging all over. Without giving her identity away, she had a very cool, earthy-type thing, and we didn't play goofy games. Another shower I hosted was actually a collaboration. I got together with a few other friends to try to do something special for someone who was new. All of her friends and family lived else where, and we were pretty much her only family. It was just a few girls and a lady we loved and honored getting together to say "congrats." Just friends enjoying each other's company. Even though we did play corny games, it wasn't all awkward because we could at least cross our legs...and it was, again, friends.
The thought of sitting in a room with people who don't know each other and who are awkwardly trying to make conversation with each other doesn't sit well with me. Not only that, but then you have to pass the gifts around and listen to everyone go, "Aawww" for the bazillionth time...that doesn't sit well with me either. Oh, then you're already uncomfortable because you're huge and hormonal, and you can't cross your legs because of some silly game? Ugh.
So what to do? I had dinner with some close friends recently, and they convinced me that this was part of allowing people to 'experience' this with me. That's fine and all (I'm just not that deep). But seriously, we should consider creativity when it comes to 'baby showers.'
Okay, and I think it's a sign - I continue to have dream after dream of going on amazing world travels. I think somebody should seriously consider sending me to an exotic island before beanie baby comes...who by the way is no longer a bean. According to babycenter.com, baby now weighs as much as an apple. Maybe it was around this time that Gwyneth Paltrow (sp?) decided to name her kid Apple. Glad I didn't stop at bean.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Belly Pictures
Expecting to see pictures? Like I told a friend earlier, don't hold your breath. I am not that person. Maybe I would've been 5 years ago, but I'm just not now. Maybe it's because I feel too old. Maybe it's because I think only the skinny people do it to show oh how skinny they were before they got pregnant (and no, I don't think I'm obese). I don't know what it is. I'm just not that person today who will post pictures of my growing belly. You wouldn't be very excited right now anyway because I'm just awkward looking. Oh, and I've also been too cheap to replace the camera that was broken back in November. Although, I'll probably give in within the next couple of weeks and purchase the camera, you still won't see picture of my belly at 6 weeks, 8, 10, 11, 12, 14, etc. Not me. If I end up posting pictures, they won't be staged belly pictures. So there it is.
And no, it's not because I'm not excited. I'm thrilled. Just not one of those people.
And no, it's not because I'm not excited. I'm thrilled. Just not one of those people.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
How to Offend a Pregnant Person...Susy Style
Being with child brings on all kinds of questions from all kinds of people. I don't mind the questions or answering them. I found, though, that my way of answering is not the politically correct way of answering, and I'm wondering if I need to think about a better way to respond when someone asks about my due date.
It should be a simple answer, right? I mean, you get pregnant, go to the doctor, he asks you questions and gives you a date. Not that difficult. HOWEVER, I'm just not the typical person when it comes to all this and am not doing things the typical American way. I'm not going to a regular doctor. I'm using a mid-wife. I'm also not going to stress myself out over a due date; unless some major medical emergency arises, I will allow my body to do what it was created by God to do when the time is right. Now, just so you don't think I'm completely crazy, I have an idea of when this lil bean will be arriving. The thing is that I will not allow a doctor or a computer to dictate to my body what it should be doing when.
Why? It's stressful, and stress is one of the many reasons women have complications during pregnancy and child birth. Women rarely have their babies on the 'due dates' anyway, so why even bother with one specific date? Not only that, but then the doctors feel they're justified in their reasoning for drug-induced labor.
Less than 3% of pregnant women have a true medical condition requiring induction, but up to 81% receive Pitocin, and 75% of inductions put both the mother and baby at risk. The drugs used to induce labor cause vasoconstriction, which can decrease blood supply to the unborn baby. That's just the beginning and is reason enough for me. But there's so much more.
Cytotec is yet another drug used to induce labor, but one of the major risks is rupturing of the uterus. :0 Obviously if a woman's body hasn't gone into labor, her cervix isn't yet ready, and therefore even more drugs have to be used in addition to the inducing drugs and then more drugs to prevent complications from the drugs already administered. It's downward spiral. I am all about drugs and doctors when they are necessary, but when they're not, it's just another reason for doctors and pharmaceuticals to make money.
But back to my original point - I have an idea when PoffinBaby will arrive; I just don't have an exact date. As long as all continues to go well, we'll allow PoffinBaby to make the entrance when the time is right. For now, if you ask me a question and I give you a hippie answer, just deal with it. It's funny - several pregnant people have asked me about my due date, and I've pretty much had the same response. Most understand and respect my choices, but there are always the few that choose to be offended because they feel I'm saying that they're not doing what God created their bodies to do. Not it at all folks. I'm telling you what I'm doing because it's what we've chosen to do. You do what's right for you and your family.
It should be a simple answer, right? I mean, you get pregnant, go to the doctor, he asks you questions and gives you a date. Not that difficult. HOWEVER, I'm just not the typical person when it comes to all this and am not doing things the typical American way. I'm not going to a regular doctor. I'm using a mid-wife. I'm also not going to stress myself out over a due date; unless some major medical emergency arises, I will allow my body to do what it was created by God to do when the time is right. Now, just so you don't think I'm completely crazy, I have an idea of when this lil bean will be arriving. The thing is that I will not allow a doctor or a computer to dictate to my body what it should be doing when.
Why? It's stressful, and stress is one of the many reasons women have complications during pregnancy and child birth. Women rarely have their babies on the 'due dates' anyway, so why even bother with one specific date? Not only that, but then the doctors feel they're justified in their reasoning for drug-induced labor.
Less than 3% of pregnant women have a true medical condition requiring induction, but up to 81% receive Pitocin, and 75% of inductions put both the mother and baby at risk. The drugs used to induce labor cause vasoconstriction, which can decrease blood supply to the unborn baby. That's just the beginning and is reason enough for me. But there's so much more.
Cytotec is yet another drug used to induce labor, but one of the major risks is rupturing of the uterus. :0 Obviously if a woman's body hasn't gone into labor, her cervix isn't yet ready, and therefore even more drugs have to be used in addition to the inducing drugs and then more drugs to prevent complications from the drugs already administered. It's downward spiral. I am all about drugs and doctors when they are necessary, but when they're not, it's just another reason for doctors and pharmaceuticals to make money.
But back to my original point - I have an idea when PoffinBaby will arrive; I just don't have an exact date. As long as all continues to go well, we'll allow PoffinBaby to make the entrance when the time is right. For now, if you ask me a question and I give you a hippie answer, just deal with it. It's funny - several pregnant people have asked me about my due date, and I've pretty much had the same response. Most understand and respect my choices, but there are always the few that choose to be offended because they feel I'm saying that they're not doing what God created their bodies to do. Not it at all folks. I'm telling you what I'm doing because it's what we've chosen to do. You do what's right for you and your family.
Friday, January 09, 2009
Now They'll Fear You
I-SSUES. That's what Naticia (my SIL) and I say about my brother all the time when he complains about stuff. We jokingly always point it back to something from his childhood and tell him he can talk to us about it. We actually all do it to each other, but it's easier when it's 2 of us ganging up on one...and I'm pretty sure most of the time we gang up on my brother. Easy target. He does it to himself.
Today I was the one with serious issues, and it would've been great to have my bro and Naticia around to laugh with me. So Nathan & I were in the kitchen, and I started singing some kid's church song. I told him it was one of the few kid church songs I knew in English because my kid church time was spent in Mexico. He kinda laughed but didn't realize I was serious. I was like, "I'm for real, and I got made fun of when I was a teenager going to church because I didn't know the Christianese songs, language, and manners." I go on, "Kids are mean..." (not thinking of or referring to anyone specifically). Then I almost start crying. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I was such the drama queen. I don't even know where that came from today. I was a complete dork. I never wanted to be one of those people who blamed moods on hormones, but I will because I can. Poor Nathan responded with, "Uh...do you need to talk or something?"
The moral of the story? I don't have one, except to say that I have some serious issues if a crazy little song can almost bring me to tears...over what?? I don't even know.
So what's with the "Now they'll fear you," line? I've been watching the Godfather trilogy since yesterday. I watch these at least 3 times every year because deep down I think I'm Italian. Oh, and because they're so morally sound. :)
Today I was the one with serious issues, and it would've been great to have my bro and Naticia around to laugh with me. So Nathan & I were in the kitchen, and I started singing some kid's church song. I told him it was one of the few kid church songs I knew in English because my kid church time was spent in Mexico. He kinda laughed but didn't realize I was serious. I was like, "I'm for real, and I got made fun of when I was a teenager going to church because I didn't know the Christianese songs, language, and manners." I go on, "Kids are mean..." (not thinking of or referring to anyone specifically). Then I almost start crying. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I was such the drama queen. I don't even know where that came from today. I was a complete dork. I never wanted to be one of those people who blamed moods on hormones, but I will because I can. Poor Nathan responded with, "Uh...do you need to talk or something?"
The moral of the story? I don't have one, except to say that I have some serious issues if a crazy little song can almost bring me to tears...over what?? I don't even know.
So what's with the "Now they'll fear you," line? I've been watching the Godfather trilogy since yesterday. I watch these at least 3 times every year because deep down I think I'm Italian. Oh, and because they're so morally sound. :)
Thursday, January 08, 2009
'Tis the Season to be Pregnant
Life has drastically changed the past 2 months. Nathan & I moved to Dallas shortly after my last blog. I had planned on driving my mom up to Greenville, but she didn't feel she had recovered well enough to work 8-hr days. I'm proud of her for making that call and not pushing herself too early, something she's good at doing. During that time she decided she couldn't permanently move to Greenville. She and her husband didn't really think that he could pack up his business that quickly, and she would've had to live there alone. Too, the rest of the family lives in the Gulf Coast area, and she wants to be able to spend more and more time with her grandbabies. She will still work for the same company, but she'll work mostly from her home in El Campo. She'll travel to Greenville as needed.
Thanksgiving - Nathan & I went to the last Cowboys game that will be held at Texas Stadium on Thanksgiving Day (or any holiday). Next year they'll be at the brand new stadium in Arlington. We had a great time, and I would've taken pictures, but we've yet to replace the broken camera. We had AMAZING seats, thanks to our friend, Andy, and we sat next to some dudes that kept us laughing...AND they bought me a hat and Nathan some food because they felt bad about inconveniencing us literally every 7 minutes when they got up to use the facilities (we had the isle seats). We told them the gifts weren't necessary, but when someone insists, take it.
Christmas - since I was helping out at an office during the holidays, we stayed home and did our own thing. We had wanted to volunteer by serving meals at a soup kitchen, but I woke up with the yuckies...because I am now with child. We got to surprise our families with that great news on Christmas Day and little by little are passing the news on to our friends. So you may or may not have heard the news by now. I don't even know who reads this anymore. It's like this - you invite people to read your blogs, they do, they get bored but will still read them every once in a while. Then if you stop for a while, it's over. In our family bad news and gossip gets around quickly, but if it's good news, it takes a while for the word to spread. Isn't that just like us...humans?
Anyway, I'm due in late August. We're planning on a mid-wife and already have some great references. I think I'll begin calling them within the next couple of weeks. It's funny - it's like the home-birthing community is its own separate ...community. I don't even know how to explain it. My home-birthing friends and I think it's totally and completely normal and natural to give birth at home. The ones who don't will be like, "Well, make sure the birth center or whatever is near the hospital because there are always emergencies. When I..." and they go on to tell me their experience. I'm glad for both groups of friends. I'm thankful that I have friends who care and share their knowledge and experiences with me. I'm glad they share and then give me the freedom to make my own decision without judgment.
How am I feeling? I pretty much have constant nausea. Most of the time it's not bad; it's just there. When I gets bad, I just close my eyes, take sips of water and think of anything other than hamburgers. I craved those for about a week, but the thought of them now almost sends me running to the bathroom. Please don't talk about or eat them around me. Cravings - haven't had them like a wild-woman, but when a craving hits, it hits hard. Nathan's been so nice about going out at odd times to get me stuff.
So now that we're kinda getting back in the groove of things, I can attempt to blog more regularly.
Thanksgiving - Nathan & I went to the last Cowboys game that will be held at Texas Stadium on Thanksgiving Day (or any holiday). Next year they'll be at the brand new stadium in Arlington. We had a great time, and I would've taken pictures, but we've yet to replace the broken camera. We had AMAZING seats, thanks to our friend, Andy, and we sat next to some dudes that kept us laughing...AND they bought me a hat and Nathan some food because they felt bad about inconveniencing us literally every 7 minutes when they got up to use the facilities (we had the isle seats). We told them the gifts weren't necessary, but when someone insists, take it.
Christmas - since I was helping out at an office during the holidays, we stayed home and did our own thing. We had wanted to volunteer by serving meals at a soup kitchen, but I woke up with the yuckies...because I am now with child. We got to surprise our families with that great news on Christmas Day and little by little are passing the news on to our friends. So you may or may not have heard the news by now. I don't even know who reads this anymore. It's like this - you invite people to read your blogs, they do, they get bored but will still read them every once in a while. Then if you stop for a while, it's over. In our family bad news and gossip gets around quickly, but if it's good news, it takes a while for the word to spread. Isn't that just like us...humans?
Anyway, I'm due in late August. We're planning on a mid-wife and already have some great references. I think I'll begin calling them within the next couple of weeks. It's funny - it's like the home-birthing community is its own separate ...community. I don't even know how to explain it. My home-birthing friends and I think it's totally and completely normal and natural to give birth at home. The ones who don't will be like, "Well, make sure the birth center or whatever is near the hospital because there are always emergencies. When I..." and they go on to tell me their experience. I'm glad for both groups of friends. I'm thankful that I have friends who care and share their knowledge and experiences with me. I'm glad they share and then give me the freedom to make my own decision without judgment.
How am I feeling? I pretty much have constant nausea. Most of the time it's not bad; it's just there. When I gets bad, I just close my eyes, take sips of water and think of anything other than hamburgers. I craved those for about a week, but the thought of them now almost sends me running to the bathroom. Please don't talk about or eat them around me. Cravings - haven't had them like a wild-woman, but when a craving hits, it hits hard. Nathan's been so nice about going out at odd times to get me stuff.
So now that we're kinda getting back in the groove of things, I can attempt to blog more regularly.
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