Merry Christmas

Christmas Morning

Falling Behind

Excuse me while I catch up on life. So far, being a mom to a toddler and a new born isn’t that hard (at least emotionally). In fact, it is easier than being very pregnant and taking care of a toddler. At least I have more energy and my body is not screaming about being uncomfortable all the time. The main problem is that there are just not enough hours in the day to deal with other things like sleep, catching up on e-mails, talking to friends, blogging, making birth announcements, sending out thank you cards, cleaning the house, baking lots of Christmas goodies, organizing my desk, etc. I did manage to finish wrapping gifts, make treats for Steve’s work, and buy a few more gifts. Not much, right?

Fortunately, help is coming tonight. My sister is flying in. I am looking forward to her entertaining Lexi and holding Jordan in order for me to rush around the house and catch up on a few things. Unfortunately, time will still be limited. The fact that I am nursing every 2 hours & it takes about 30 - 45 minutes each time pretty much leaves little time for life. No wonder I am falling behind.

That reminds me... today is the day that I was scheduled to be induced. Thankfully, that is all behind me. I guess I am not that behind. Some things were early & other things have been delayed & neglected. Perhaps, I'll find a balance soon.

Christmas Tag

I received this Christmas Meme by e-mail. It has been a long time since I have been tagged. This one was festively fun, so anyone interested can consider themselves tagged.

1. Wrapping paper or gift bag?

Wrapping paper

2. Real tree or artificial?

Real tree – I love the scent

3. When do you put up your tree?

the weekend after Thanksgiving or first weekend in Dec

4. When do you take down your tree?

New Year's Day

5. Do you like eggnog?

It is ok, but everyone knows I prefer HOT CHOCOLATE.

6. Favorite gift received as a child?

Nothing specific stands out

7. Do you have a nativity scene?

Sort of – last year my mom brought back a hand carved Joseph, Mary & the baby from Poland. I don’t have a whole scene though.

8. Hardest person to buy for?

My mom – she has everything she needs and can buy anything reasonable that she wants.

9. Easiest person to buy for?

I would have to say kids in general.

10. Worst Christmas gift you've ever received?

For several years after my parents divorced, my father bought Loews gift cards for me. There wasn't even one near me in Miami. He could have gone to the Target right by Loews.

11. Mail or email Christmas cards?

Mail of course

12. Favorite Christmas movie?

Christmas Vacation – I can recite the whole thing

13. When do you start shopping for Christmas?

November

14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?

No –shared a few though

15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?

Do I have to choose one? I am a huge fan of all Christmas goodies. My diet starts in January.

16. White or colored lights?

White

17. Favorite Christmas songs?

Little Drummer Boy

18. Traveling for Christmas or stay home?

Home, but my sister & father-in-law are coming.

19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeers?

Yes

20. Angel or Star on top of tree?

Actually a bow

21. Open presents Christmas Eve or Morning?

One on Christmas Eve that is always new pjs so that our morning pictures look cute. This is a family tradition that I love.

22. Most annoying thing about this time of year?

Christmas parties for adults only – kids are one of the best parts of Christmas. I know lots of people that disagree though.

23. What I love most about Christmas?

Being with family and friends, giving gifts, building anticipation for Christmas morning, gobbling Christmas goodies

Birth Story of My Big Premie

It all started last Friday when I wasn’t feeling very well. Besides an extra dose of exhaustion, I felt like I had menstrual cramps. These were not the same symptoms I felt the week before, so I decided to just take it easy. I did not want to call the doctor. Around noon, I had not improved so being the wise person that I am, I decided to finally read the check list of reasons to call that the hospital had given me the week before. Guess what? Menstrual-like cramps was on there. I called the doctor’s office and had to go through the whole explanation of how I don’t feel contractions. The nurse seemed a little miffed, but told me to come into the office at 2:30pm. I put Lexi down for her nap right away.

I woke Lexi up just in time to make a mad dash. She was still out of it, so I ended up carrying her through the parking lot and into the office. I wondered if I would be scolded, but my options were limited. They took me right in for an ultrasound. Judging by the size of the baby’s belly, they thought he would weigh less than 6 lbs. They also noticed that the amniotic fluid was low. My doctor told me that she wanted me to go right to the hospital and check in. Of course, I called Steve and asked him to come to my rescue. I wondered how much of an adventure this would be considering I had Lexi with me. Fortunately, it was a very short walk.

When we got to the maternity ward, I peeked into my friend’s room to see if she was still there. We had visited her and her new baby the night before. Apparently, she had just checked out. With no more distractions, Lexi and I headed back to Labor and Delivery (L&D). I filled out a few papers and they checked us into a room. I was being hooked up to monitors while Lexi was exploring the room and entertaining the nurses. My phone rang and to my surprise the caller ID showed that it was my friend’s mom. Somehow, she knew I was at the hospital. It turned out that my friend’s husband spotted me going in. She offered to pick up Lexi and help us out over the weekend. Steve arrived fairly quickly though.

My night in the hospital consisted of steroid shots for my premie’s lungs, trying to increase the amniotic fluid through IV, and being monitored. The whole thing seemed strange. Probably because the only other time I was in the hospital was when I gave birth to Lexi. Plus, it was the first time I slept away from her.

The next morning, I was given another steroid shot and a more extensive ultrasound. This time, the baby was estimated to be about 7 lbs and the amniotic fluid was much better. Things were fairly calm except that the contractions monitor revealed that instead of peaks and valleys, I was stuck at 5 (out of 12). I guess it was one LONG contraction that had lasted hours. When the doctor came to see us (about noon), she told me that she could release me, but that I would just be back that evening for delivery. I was already dilated to 4 or 5 cm. She gave me the option of inducing & I took it. I called my friend’s mom to ask if she would take care of Lexi. She dropped everything and came to pick her up. Steve rushed home to grab the camera. While he was gone, my water was broken, the Pitocin drip was started, and I was even given an epidural before feeling any pain.

Steve and I just chatted over the next few hours while my legs were tingling. A little after 3pm, the nurse checked me again and I was dilated to 7cm. She realized that she had not put a catheter in, so my full bladder was probably slowing down the progress. She drained it and at 4pm I was officially 10 cm. The doctor had me push through 4 contractions and out popped Jordan. His official birth time was 4:07 pm. I guess it is true, the second time is MUCH easier. In fact, I think all births should go like this. I only ended up with 3 stitches.

My premie was born weighing 6 lbs 9 oz and being 18.25” long. Not bad for being less than 36 weeks along.

We're Home

This is just a quick post to let you all know that we are home. I was released from the hospital Monday night, but Jordan had jaundice and they wanted to keep him under the lights. We spent yesterday going back and forth to the hospital so I could breast feed him, which is going very well by the way. More later...

New Arrival

My sister, the one any only Freckle Face Girl, has asked me to declare to the world that she has had her baby! Little Jordan was born at 4:15 houston time and I (Auntie Paige) got his first picture in a text message not two seconds ago! He is adorable! Six pounds nine ounces, and 18 1/4 inch tall. Imagine how large he would have been if they'd waited a month!

There are no problems, he's breathing just fine and he's been bathed and swathed. As soon as I get some e-mailed pictures I'll guest post them here :)

-Auntie Paige

Sending the Cards Early

I don’t know if most people have strategies for when they send out Christmas cards, but I usually send them near the beginning of December. It is a great thing to check off the "To Do List." I also figure that people start decorating right after Thanksgiving, so they are already in the holiday spirit. Plus, some people display their cards as part of their festive décor. I guess I could even rationalize by saying it is fun to be one of the people that kick off the card sending frenzy. I try to get most of them done near Thanksgiving.

This year, I have sent them before December. That is right, they have all been mailed. I will blame it on two things (because nothing is ever my fault). One, there is an entire week of November after Thanksgiving. How can I possibly wait an entire week for December to start so that I can put them in the mail? I hate having them sit around staring at me. Two, I am trying to get all of my Christmas preparations done early so that I can be ready for the baby.

My family and friends already know that I am a wacko for holidays, so they shouldn’t be too surprised. As for Steve’s contacts, they will just have to get used to it. Soon, they will come to expect it from me.

I'm an Aunt Again!

Early this morning, I received a text message with a picture from my brother. His baby girl, Rachel, was born last night. That makes 5 for him. He didn't send any information besides that.

For Frustrated Toy Shoppers

A few weekends ago, one of my friends told me that she intends to buy toys that are not made in China for Christmas. Two thoughts ran through my head:

1. Good Luck!
2. I received a catalog last Easter that had lots of items made in the USA & Europe.

I did not think I kept the catalog, since I usually do not hold on to things like that, but I found it this weekend. Here is a link to their website: Magic Cabin. I am sharing this, because there may be other Christmas shoppers out there that have the same goal. This is not a recommendation, because I have never ordered from them before. They also seem to be a bit pricier than items from Toys-R-Us, but what do you expect when it comes from a country where wages are not pennies a day?

Now, I must get back to my online Christmas shopping. I was hoping to have more hands-on shopping this year, but I am supposed to be "taking it easy."

Two Ate Too Much

Our Thanksgiving was wonderful. We laughed and talked with everyone there. Lexi played with the kids and jumped right in whenever an adult read or did an activity with them. Not only did we enjoy the company, but two of us really stuffed ourselves. Our bellies were out there. You can see it in the picture above. I am the one on the left. The one on the right is going to have a baby girl the day after tomorrow. She'll be pushing hers out while I am trying to keep mine in a little longer.

Morning in the Hospital

My new thanksgiving thankful list should include the fact that I was just released from the hospital. This morning, I was feeling a tremendous amount of pressure and pain, so I called the doctor. She told me to go to the hospital.

I called my husband to come home from work and then called a friend to ask if I could drop off Lexi. Fortunately, she was more than willing to help out. She even offered to come pick Lexi up, but I know she has 3 little ones and that task can be quite difficult. After dropping Lexi off, I came back to pack a bag (just in case) and Steve showed up a few minutes later. We headed to the hospital.

Apparently, I am already dilated to 2cm and my contractions were 4 minutes apart. The baby's heartbeat was fine, but he is sitting VERY low. They decided to give me 3 injections of tributerol. I was told if it worked, I could go home and if it didn't they would keep me. I am only 34 weeks. Lucky for me, it did the trick. I was sent home with the instructions to "take it easy" and "drink plenty of liquids."

--Nothing was mentioned about bedrest & of course I didn't want to ask. I guess I am free to enjoy a relaxing Thanksgiving & my hubby has to make the dishes I promised to bring.

Thankful For

The last few nights have been rough with very little sleep. The worst was last night because of pressure and pain that goes beyond being uncomfortable. I am going to have to give in and call the doctor this morning, which I HATE to do. Rather than continuing to rant about myself, I am going to think about being thankful.

Looking back over this year, I realize that a lot has happened and that we are in a better place in life. I have a lot to be thankful for including:

1. A healthy pregnancy (being able to get pregnant again)
2. Moving from Miami to Houston
3. Becoming a SAHM so I can spend loads of time with Lexi
4. Having great friends nearby
5. A happier husband, who seems to be recovering from the death of his mother
6. Upcoming visits/help from family members
7. Spending 4 days with my husband for Thanksgiving weekend (big help with the crazy toddler)
8. Having a toddler that is excited about all things Christmas, including the music
9. Spending this holiday with good friends
10. Four days of cool weather starting tonight (first half of the week highs in the 80s, second half highs in the 50s)

Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday. When I was working, the joy of having a 4 day weekend was one of the primary reasons. I also love spending the day with family and friends in a relaxed atmosphere. How often do you get together just to eat good food and hang out? As soon as it is over, you have a month of excitement while you prepare for Christmas. That is why – It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year.

A Decade of Collecting

Before I moved to Miami, I was into scrapbooking, card making, crocheting, and most things crafting chicks like to do. I can’t pinpoint an exact reason that I basically stopped doing them. Perhaps it was the fact that I didn’t have any friends there that were into it. ...or possibly the long hours of designing and creating things at work on the computer, left me with little desire to spend time cutting & pasting things together.

That is when, I began using the computer to design Christmas cards. Many years after designing the company Christmas cards and having 500 ordered, my personal ones were not so thrilling. Several times, I even bought the generic ones with the cutout for the picture to be slipped into. **I should admit that I made my own wedding invitations and programs and a few other things, but most of the time everything was ALL computer generated.

Now that I have been a SAHM for about 3 months, I am beginning to think crafting would be fun again. It all started about 2 weeks ago when a friend hosted a Christmas card stamping party. When I got the invitation, it sparked a new interest in making Christmas cards. The class was full of people I had known prior to moving to Miami. They were quite shocked when I revealed my lack of crafting for the past decade. It was fun to sit and chat with the girls. I enjoyed the time with them and the fun of digging in without using a mouse or keyboard.

For several years, I have been thinking about the advantages of each method. I have old scrapbooks and I have a new one that I made digitally and printed. I printed several copies of the new one to share with family members 2 years ago for Christmas. Doing it the traditional way would have been a nightmare. I have also created numerous cards over the years with the computer. There are things I really enjoy about using the computer for crafts, but I have also missed the layered affect and bit of that homey feeling.

When I got home from the stamping party, I decided to sift through my crafting bins. Would you believe I have five big ones? Ten years of ignoring that part of me meant that I would continually forget what I had, so when a new project came up I just went out and bought more. I don’t even want to reveal how many paper cutting tools I have. It is embarrassing.

In light of my rekindled interest and the discovery of mountains materials and tools, I think I am going to put extra time into my cards this year. I don’t have to worry about being burned out on company Christmas cards, so why not? Perhaps, I can find a way to mix the best of the digital world and craft world. I usually send out about 50, so we’ll see how I am feeling over the next few weeks.

Everyone Is Feminine

Lexi calls everyone “she.” She knows the difference between boys and girls. She even takes great pleasure in pointing them out. When we are out anywhere, she points at girls and says “She’s girl.” If it is a boy, she says “She’s boy.” For the most part, I don’t think anything about it.

However, when it comes to referring to her dad in a feminine sense, I can’t help but laugh until I cry. He always crinkles up his nose and gives me a strange look. It is especially funny when she calls his soft sided lunch cooler “Dada’s purse.” Like when Lexi told me, “She’s get dada’s purse from she’s truck.” Yes, Dada was getting his cooler out of his truck.

Oh, I can’t leave out when she called him the highest honor in her vocabulary, “a Princess.” It started off innocent enough. She said, “Lexi a Princess. Momma a Princess. Dada a Princess.” After a little snicker, I politely explained to her that boys don’t like to be called Princesses (ok, some might, but she isn't ready for that lesson).

As anyone can imagine, my very guys-guy/sports loving/construction type of husband is looking forward to having another boy in the house. I guess all this girly-ness is just a little much. At least, she likes football.

Take It To the Street?

When I was 9 years old, a cute little neighbor girl (3 or 4 years old) was riding her big wheel across the street when a car came whipping around the corner. I don’t remember all the details and probably never heard the extent of what happened, but she was in the hospital for what seemed like months. That incident just drove into my mind the reason my parents had nagged us about safety and the fact that kids should NEVER play in the street.

I have come to assume that this is something all parents warn their kids about, but apparently NOT. I am hoping that I live in a bizarre little neighborhood where playing in the street seems to be encouraged and that this is not an American fad that developed while I was living in Miami. I just can’t figure it out. Perhaps the neighbor parents are from a younger (possibly latch-key) generation that never learned to stay out of the street. I wish I could even say that it is just one rouge family, but sadly most of the kids (all ages) are in the street every single day, even the cute little 2 year old girl.

If there was no other place to play, I would probably be more understanding. We all have backyards though. There is also a grassy park less than a block away. They do not monitor their kids in the street, so what would be the big deal of them being in the park by themselves?

To be fair, I can understand that kids who are 7+ years old need room to ride bicycles. Still, what happened to teaching them to get out of the way of cars? One mom, who happened to be outside when we were coming home one evening, actually half jokingly told us that we were ruining all the fun. We politely chuckled. Hello – don’t you know that the street is for vehicles not kids?

I am sure I have become known as the over protective mom. I actually insist on holding my daughter’s hand when we are near the street. I don’t let her play there either. We go to the park or the backyard for that. I guess my children will have no neighborhood friends. We’ll just drive over to my friends’ houses so they can play with kids that are also not allowed in the street.

That is So Nice

The ever so kind Princess of The Princess and Johnsy Blog has graciously selected me for the Nice Matters Award. She even posted a picture of the two of us. Her award has inspired me to stop complaining and start being nice again, because really that is more like my usual self (most of the time).

Given the fact that I am basically a nice person, I prefer to read blogs of people that I consider nice too, which means selecting 5 will be difficult. Here is my list in alphabetical order:

Aerin from A Cranberry Blog: She is a mother to twin toddlers, a full time (plus) working woman, deep thinker, great writer, avid reader, and still finds time to pop by my blog. She is also very down to earth and kind.

Annie: I really do not want to like someone that only gained 10 pounds during her pregnancy. On top of that, she came home like a week ago has lost the 10 pounds as well as an additional 15. However, I must give her the award. She is such a nice person. If you click on the link you can also see pictures of her little baby and that is always nice.

JAG from Nothing to Show But This Brand New Tattoo: She has been through a lot, but keeps her head up and always encourages others.

PageWize (my sister): Although her scary Halloween themed blog seems like it would be from some monstrous weirdo, she is nice. Actually, the blog theme is my fault. I have decided to award her this honor because she was kind enough to be Lexi’s nanny two summers ago. Then, last summer she was kind enough to fly to Miami to help me entertain Lexi on our long drive/move out here. …and she is going to spend her winter school break here helping me with Lexi and the new baby. What other college kid would put up with a demanding sister like me? That means she is pretty nice.

Sofi from A New Blog, A New Day: I bumped into her several times around Miami when I was looking my absolute worst and she always said Hi. She is just nice like that. I also like her blog. Her writing is always entertaining and edgy enough to keep me coming back.

There you have it. Bloggers who are very nice and deserve attention for it.

All About Complaining for 6 More Weeks

Yesterday, one of my friends told me that she can’t believe I am this far along and I never complain. Boy, do I have her fooled or what? You can bet that I started laughing. Me? Never Complain? Steve would certainly disagree. Would you believe that Lexi has started rubbing her back and pretending that it hurts? I can’t even hide my complaints with a little mimic around. I wish I could be the ultra-happy pregnant woman, but I saw a poll the other day that said something like 20% of women don’t like being pregnant. Well, that is me. I just want the baby already. Six weeks feels way too long.

I also was surprised by the numerous compliments I received yesterday. I actually made an effort to blow dry my hair, but that wasn’t the reason. Everyone that complimented me said something about me being such a cute pregnant lady. It didn’t take me long to put two & two together and realize that all of these comments came from mothers. I believe it must have been out of pity. They saw the big swollen belly and said to themselves, “that poor girl is gigantic.” They also must have reflected on the end of their pregnancies and felt sorry for me.

Last week, my mom was kind enough to confirm my suspicion about pregnancy being harder the older you get. She had me when she was 20 and my sister right before she turned 35. The energy level, recovery and everything was much easier in her 20s. I will be turning 35 a little after this baby is born. So, I feel I am entitled to continue my complaining streak at least for 6 more weeks. After that, I will complain about being sore, engorgement, my belly not shrinking fast enough, etc. etc. etc.

I am certainly a fun person to be around. Don’t you wish you were spending the holidays with me?

Halloween Costumes

This is us at Halloween! Yes, I know I am HUGE. I wish I could say that it was part of the costume, but no....

Happy Halloween!

Tex Ren Fest

As you can see, we finally made it to the Texas Ren Fest and it was a hit. I pretty much over did it, but it was worth it. By the time we got back to our vehicle, I felt my feet throbbing and aches and pains all over. We will probably go again next year when I will NOT be pregnant.

I have been wanting to go for years. My mom, sister & brother have been raving about it. A bunch of my friends here said I should definitely go. I heard that lots of people dress up, the performers are talented, and that there is lots of shade trees. I asked my mom about restroom facilities because I imagined port-a-potties, which do not appeal to me normally & certainly not when I am pregnant. Still, I didn't know quite what to expect. I would have to say that it was nothing like the make-shift festival I had originally envisioned. I guess it would be closer to a Disney-type setting, which is strange for an event that is only 8 weekends out of the year. There are lots of shows, street performers, shops, restaurants, and restrooms.

The costumes were definitely interesting. I would have to say that hot-pants/tights are quite unattractive at least 99% of the time. Kilts are fine as long as the guy does not keep announcing that he is going commando. Cleavage is also something that shouldn't always be shown. When they have to be lifted from the waistline to be shoved into a corset, perhaps modesty is a better route. The festival seems to attract a lot of the strange people from Houston. Coming from Miami though, we found most of the people, costumes, and shows rather mild (this is the Bible Belt).

We had a great day. I think next year will be even better, at least for me. We will probably even dress up the kids for added fun.

Be Freckle!

When Lexi says, "Be Careful!" It comes out, "Be Freckle!"

Snippets

While being a SAHM is the best (& lowest paying) job I have ever had, I have to admit that I don’t always feel like I have exciting things to share with others. When blogging or friends and former co-workers send me an e-mail asking how things are going, I don’t want to bore everyone with tales of toddler craft making and trips to the playground. Then again, it is not like working is all that thrilling either. What did I tell people back then?

Instead of a great entry, I am just going to share little snippets of life and things I have been thinking about.

1. 8 weeks to go before I push this baby out... funny, but that seems like FOREVER!

2. We have been invited to share Thanksgiving with some great friends that are like family. Actually, I practically lived at their house during a year of high school. My friend no longer lives around here & probably will not be back for Thanksgiving, but I am friends with her siblings and parents too. Yippee for Holiday gatherings with family-ish people!

3. Last night while sitting on the couch, I told my husband all about an article I read at the OB’s office. It was about sex during pregnancy. Most of the article was the standard blah, blah, blah. There was one thing that stood out though. The point of the article was that most men find the curves of a pregnant woman very feminine and attractive. I laughed so hard I almost cried. I find it funny because it feels more like a huge uncomfortable beer belly to me. Suddenly, I mentioned that he can’t say that I never talk dirty to him. Of course, his comeback was that I talked so dirty that it was gross!

4. At the breastfeeding class last week, there was a chic about to have her 4th. She was invited by the LC to talk about some things that have worked for her. She mentioned that her favorite way of dealing with having several kids and a new baby is a sling. My sister-in-law, who is about to have her 5th, has been annoying me with sling talk for years. Since the class, I have been thinking a lot about chasing a toddler while taking care of a baby and trying to get some things done around the house. Plus, I have a friend struggling with this issue now. New babies just love to be with their moms (ALL THE TIME). I had two different carriers with Lexi. She loved them, but both were uncomfortable for me. With a little research and asking around, I have stumbled on this sling. It is also supposedly great at helping moms breastfeed discreetly. I bought it, so we’ll see. By the way, I am thinking 4 to 6 months at the most (not the 2+ years they advertise).

5. Saturdays have pretty much lost their excitement. They are more like normal days because my husband often ends up working that day (for at least half the day). Back in my working days, it was always the highlight of the week. Even when he worked, I didn’t. I have used the last few to scrub the house because no play dates are scheduled. It is just another day to entertain the wild toddler. Sundays often take him away too, but I feel it more on Saturday.

6. I have been dying to go to the Texas Renaissance Festival for years. Now, that we live here it is a must do. Between Steve working and the heat, I have yet to go. I am pushing for this weekend. Hopefully, he’ll be off and the weather will cooperate. I don’t know how I will do on my feet all day, but if we wait much longer I know it will be too tough.

See nothing too exciting, but a few things going on.

Bah, Humbug

For the past few years, Steve and I have been spoiled during the holidays. Two years ago, we spent Thanksgiving with my immediate family in Texas and Christmas with his in Florida. Last year, we went to see his extended family in Virginia and then to California for Christmas with my immediate family. I always enjoy spending time with family members for Thanksgiving and Christmas.

This year will be different though. None of our relatives live in Texas and I will not be able to travel. Perhaps, I should have considered that when planning this baby. Actually, fertility just doesn't work like that for us.

You can bet that I thought about getting my family to come to us this year, but it isn’t going to happen. All of my brothers live in a little town in Montana and so they will be surrounded by family. I would still make an effort to talk them into coming, but one of them has a baby coming right about Thanksgiving time. (Party poopers!) I seriously tried to talk my mom into coming. Her husband has a daughter that lives on the north side of Houston. We could all have a happy Thanksgiving here with the bonus of my mom cooking. Unfortunately, she is a nurse on call for both holidays.

I don’t mind cooking Thanksgiving dinner. I have done it several times, but it is a lot more fun when family is around. We divide up the cooking responsibilities of menu and then once it is done everyone digs in. The talking, laughing, and crazy antics last the entire time. Cooking a big meal like that for just us is rather non-festive feeling. I cook everyday, so Thanksgiving just has more side dishes.

Fortunately, Christmas will include my sister. In this case, I see her more as a captive though. I don’t have a lot of faith in my ability to pull off an amazing Christmas seeing as though I will have probably just gotten out of the hospital. I am sure I will have all of the shopping and preparation ready, but Steve and Paige may have to do the cooking and create a lot of the excitement.

This year is a big Bah, Humbug! I'm glad it is for a good cause though.

Because I Don’t Want Breastfeeding to Suck …So Much

Yesterday evening, I attended a breast feeding class. I have been thinking about going to one since I was pregnant with Lexi. Actually, I really wanted to, but with my father’s death 2 months before she was born and working full time, I just didn’t feel I was up to it. Plus, I felt it was more important for us to do the birthing class. Scheduling time for that was about all I could handle at the time.

As many of you know, the first time around, breast feeding did not go so well. By the time we left the hospital, I was cracked and bleeding. Then came engorgement. I had no idea how horrible that was going to be. It didn’t take me long to fall in love with the breast pump and reunite that love every 3 hours. Let’s just say that I did NOT have a problem with production (quite the opposite).

There were many factors that made that time in my life a living hell including working at home trying to put in 40 hours with deadlines at the crazy point of the year in marketing, knowing that I would be back in the non-pump friendly office in a few short months, my husband losing his job less than a month after she was born, and numerous 2-hour trips to visit my mother-in-law who was in and out of the hospital and well on her way to losing her battle with cancer. While, I was so happy to have my sweet little baby I will freely admit that was a nightmarish time of life. Needless to say, the stress of breast feeding was just another issue for me to deal with, so I pumped and Lexi was fed breastmilk in a bottle for 3 months.

Since then, I have been bound and determined to have a much better experience the second time. It would be pretty impossible to have a similar or worse experience, so my odds are great. In general, I feel optimistic because I am not working, none of our close relatives have terminal cancer, and life is just going better. Breastfeeding will work this time, right? Well, I am not going to give up easily. Hopefully, this baby is a great at latching and if not, I have a lactation consultant that lives close by.

10 Week Countdown

When I was working, several of the younger girls asked me why I would want to go through pregnancy again knowing that it is uncomfortable and then very painful at the end. I told them that after being so uncomfortable for a while, you look forward to giving birth. It is not only about having a new baby, but moving out of the big belly stage. They seemed so fearful and fascinated that I had to point out that about half of the world's population is women. Most of them give birth at least once. Many of them go on to do it several times. It is part of life.

I am already at the stage where I am looking forward to giving birth. I have started watching "Birth Stories," A Baby Story," and "Bringing Home Baby," which I haven't done since I was pregnant with Lexi. I have also gone back to look at pictures and read what I wrote about giving birth to Lexi. I'll post it again for those feeling fascinated by this lately too:

Lexi's Birth Story

Thursday morning, we got up to go to the hospital. I had only slept 4 good hours and perhaps 1 more if you add up all the cat naps. I was just too excited. Steve seemed like he was taking forever. I made a breakfast burrito for him and packed our bags in his truck to speed things up as much as possible. He even wanted to stop at Starbucks to get himself a cup of coffee, but I told him I was just too insane right now for that. I was trying my best to act calm, but inside I was nuts. He was getting excited too, but was calm and wanted to live in the moment. I had tried to warn him the night before that I would be like this. Even if it had taken a total 1 minute to get there, I would have been crazy. I know how impatient/neurotic I can be about some things.

As soon as we got into the administrative office to sign papers, I was completely relaxed (which is how my crazy impatient-ness always goes). There was another couple in there and the wife was sitting in a wheel chair. She was already suffering from contractions and doing some of the breathing techniques. They started talking to us. I whispered to Steve not to tell her how dilated I was because she might be jealous that I am not in pain. They signed their papers and were sent to their room. We signed ours and were told to go to room 5, which was a mistake because that was their room. We were switched to 3 and the process began.

I changed into the gown (sounds so elegant). My doctor checked and found out that I was 5.5 cm dilated and everyone was amazed that I felt so good. My doc said that she was happy that I was being induced because without the pain, I could end up having the baby at home or in traffic on the way to the hospital. I was just happy that I had progressed to that level with virtually no pain. I started thinking about my grandma, Lorena (the one Lexi is named after), and about all the stories of her great tolerance for pain. I hoped that this would carry me throughout the birth, but knew better than to believe in it. It only took a few minutes for me to realize that was not going to be the case. Having my water break proved that. It was quick but agonizing. Plus, that was Steve's first ick moment. He handled it well.

The nurses hooked me up to the monitors, took blood, inserted the IV into my hand and started the pitocin drip. I started feeling the contractions right away and the pain gradually increased over the next few hours. Steve plugged in our CD player with a Sarah McLachlan CD to set a nice atmosphere. I have to admit that the contractions never got unbearable. When the nurse told me that I was dilated to 7 cm, I still said that I was ready for the epidural. I wanted to be able to relax before the pushing came. For some reason, I had a feeling that would be difficult. The anesthesiologist came in and sent Steve out. While they prepared and did the epidural, the anesthesiologist and nurse talked about how amazed they were that I didn't ever complain and was so calm. They decided that I just handle pain well and they wanted to clone me. I sat there not saying much and just kept thinking that things had been fine, but that this wasn't over yet.

I had the typical epidural story. Having the IV put in my hand hurt worse than the epidural or the catheter. Once it was in, Steve and I talked and joked for the next hour and a half. He told me that he wanted to run to his truck to get a Tums. I said that I was feeling something weird down there like I have to poop. He said he would be quick.

Right after he left (seconds), the doctor came in and said that I was dilated to 10 cm. They started setting up the room and I was anxiously waiting for Steve to return. He still wasn't back when they wanted me to start pushing. My doctor and nurse told me to grab my legs and they started cheering me on. We did the typical 3 sets of 10 seconds of pushing during contractions. We went through this twice before Steve got back. When he walked into the room, he looked a little frustrated and nervous about what he had missed. Apparently, he had been out in the hall trying to convince the security guard that his wife was in room 3 and not in room 5. It wasn't long before the next contraction started and he had to quickly join in by grabbing a leg and coaching on my right side.

The pushing went on for about 30 - 45 minutes with the doctor going to check on the woman in room 5. Then, the doctor came in and apologized because she had to perform an emergency C-Section. She told us that she called another doctor from her office to come and take over and that he would be here shortly. We all were listening, but as she turned around to walk out, Steve asked where she was going. I said to do the C-Section and he let out a big sigh of relief. He told us that he thought she was going to do an emergency C-Section on me. That explains why he suddenly looked so startled and nervous.

Anyway, the pushing continued and the other doctor showed up. Lexi actually moved down and crowned quickly, but then made little or no progress after that. He decided that they needed to turn off the epidural because he wanted me to push harder. He told me that it would take about an hour to wear off, but that I would get stronger & stronger as it did. That began what I consider as the next stage of pushing. The doctor pushed on my perineum to try to move delivery along. After several contractions, he told me that he needed to make a little more room for the baby to come out. I think that was a nice way of saying that I was getting an episiotomy. Unfortunately, I knew exactly what he was going to do.

We continued with the endless pushing and my original doctor came back to take over. She joked that the baby was waiting for her. By then, I was getting really tired and the epidural had disappeared. What could we do, but continue on? Everyone else in the room was getting excited. Steve had touched Lexi's head and was really into his role as coach. It didn't take long for the doc to say that I was pushing very well and she was surprised that I hadn't delivered already. She said that the cord must be wrapped around the baby's arm or leg. She pulled out the scissors and made even more room. By then, I was in so much pain that tears were rolling down my face. The nurse grabbed my hand and had me feel the top of Lexi's head. Even with that, I wasn't sure I could take any more of it, but I kept my mouth closed and pressed on. They all coached like crazy and her head finally popped out.

Although that was amazing progress, it didn't get any easier. I was fully bawling from the pain and each new step including delivering her shoulders and the rest of her body was excruciating. They plopped her on me and I barely had the awareness to care. The doctor announced that the delivery was so difficult because Lexi's umbilical cord was too short. She also said it was a good thing that Lexi wasn't born next week because the extra weight would have made an emergency C-Section probably the only option. Thank goodness, they induced me.

Next, I saw Steve cut the umbilical cord and he looked so happy. Unfortunately, I still had to deliver the placenta, which was fast, but horrible. Steve was torn between comforting me and wanting to look at Lexi, so I told him to go hold her. I was in agony as the doctor stitched me up. She took about 20 minutes. Steve looked down to see what was taking her so long. He held up his fingers to let me know that the cut was about 2". I asked the doctor how many stitches I was getting. She thoughtfully avoided the question and said it was several layers. Right then, I knew recovery was going to be hard.

I finally got to hold Lexi when the stitching was done. I removed the night gown and she latched on to my breasts fairly quickly. It was nice to be at that stage. I had her with me for about 30 minutes and then they took her to the nursery to be cleaned up and checked. I sent Steve with her. For 2 hours, I sat in the room trying to comprehend it all. My friend (Amanda), who was in the waiting room, came to talk to me. That was nice to have her there. We talked about all that happened, which I think was emotionally healthy for me.

Steve came back and we were transferred to one of the little rooms. Apparently, all the suites were full for the night. While lying in that room, I suddenly realized the extent of the pain of the stitches. I couldn't focus on anything, but the pain. I am not usually one to ask for things or complain, but I was at my wits' end. I called for the nurse to bring something to take the edge off. They called the pharmacy and got Motrin. They also gave me witch hazel pads and cream. It took a while to kick in, but the second I was able to think I suddenly became very sad that Lexi wasn't with us. I got up and made Steve walk me to the nursery to get her. They wheeled her to us and we headed back to our room. As I gingerly sat on the bed and held her, I felt a love that I never thought imaginable. My heart swelled and hasn't been the same since.

Pink Ribbons Galore

Tomorrow is Houston’s Race for the Cure. I have participated in the Miami events for the past several years and have really enjoyed them. In fact, I am quite sad that I will not be doing the Houston one this year. I love walking and running, but a 5k feels a little too difficult this late in pregnancy (in my next life I’ll make sure I am younger when I have kids).

Beyond feeling like this is a good cause, I have been hit with news about breast cancer twice this week. The mother of one of my closest friends passed away. She had a double mastectomy 17 years ago. That was only the beginning. From then until now, her cancer battle has been nonstop. She has been the strongest fighter I have ever and probably will ever know. Her will to live completely boggles my mind. I can’t even fathom the pain, treatments, and heartbreaking news that she has encountered for that long. Doctors had written her off so many times that her family couldn’t even keep count. My heart breaks for my friend and her family and all they have been through including losing her.

This week, I also got a letter from my grandmother informing me that my aunt (dad’s sister) was just diagnosed with breast cancer. The letter wasn’t very informative, but my grandmother lives in her own little world in the mountains of Idaho. I doubt she understands much about cancer or the stages. Basically, she said she is praying that my aunt lives for quite a while rather than go quickly like my dad. The sad thing is that I don't think she has anyone to take care of her in anyway no matter if she only needs a simple procedure or more radical treatment. It will not be easy.

While I will not be physically participating tomorrow, my heart will be at the 5k. I will just have to nibble on pink M&Ms this year. Next year though, I will be there in full force with the jogging stroller and actually running for the cure.

Hibernating Hermit

I am not quite sure how or why it has happened, but upon my return from Virginia I have morphed into hibernating hermit. Yes, I am a bit of a shut-in. Sure, we have gone out, but during the week (without Steve) it mostly consists of hour-long morning walks and quick trips to the grocery store. This certainly isn’t normal for me considering that I usually get cabin fever within half a day. I have been thinking about the reasons for me to act so out of character and I have come up with a few.

First, I feel like I have been pregnant for years. I have heard that the second pregnancy feels longer, but I don’t think my back or belly realizes that there was a break between Lexi’s birth and this pregnancy. I wish they would stop sending complaints to my brain. There is nothing I can do about it, so shut up! ...and, what is with the sharp pains shooting up from my tailbone? I don’t really care for those.

Second, it is now October. I would really like to experience a day when the temperature doesn’t hit 90+. I want to do outside activities, but the third trimester and heat just don’t mix well. I have even found a bunch of different festivals and fall events that look fun in decent weather. I have made it a new habit to check the 10 day forecast on weather.com almost every day. Please weather gods give this pregnant Houstonian a break soon before I am just too big to enjoy it.

Third, Lexi came back with a cold. It isn’t that big of a deal unless you consider that most of my friends have new babies. There is no way that I want to subject them to that, because they’ll probably want to return the favor in a few months. I would rather avoid it.

I think this streak is going to have to end soon though. The longer we stay inside the more wound up Lexi gets and the more exhausted that makes me. Help... I have fallen and I can’t get up! Next week, I will work on crawling out of this huge hole I have somehow dug during my lazy streak.

Baby Spacing

About a month ago, I walked into Michaels and saw a mother of a 9 month old that looked about 9 months pregnant. All I could think was that her kids are going to be REALLY close in age. I started shopping and forgot about it until I got to the check out. The lady behind me asked how old Lexi was and then commented that my kids will be close in age. I just laughed.

The strange thing is that I get this reaction quite often. I have always thought that 2 – 3 years was normal. Lexi and Jordan will be 23 months apart. I guess I must ask...what is the average? Am I off my rocker here? I certainly don’t have to fit within the norm. I decided to have another baby because I was ready. I would just like to know if ALL these people are lunatics or if I am. Usually, when they say that, I just laugh and say that I got a late start so there is no time to hold off.

Lazy Photo Day

So, I am Crazy…Or Lucky, Probably Both

I just came back from a long weekend in Virginia. Before going, people thought the scenario was either humorous or a bit insane. I guess it isn’t very often that a pregnant chic drags herself and a toddler half way across the country to spend time with her husband’s relatives while he is stuck attending a work seminar. This was an important trip though because his dear sweet Granny was celebrating her 90th birthday. Plus, I happen to like his family. I would even venture to say that I feel closer to them then he does, at least his cousins (The Boss, The Crazy Bow Lady, & The Princess).

Unfortunately for me, I could not find a direct flight from Houston to DC for a reasonable price. We flew to Dallas, had a two hour layover, and then had a 3 hour flight to Dulles. I probably should have bought a separate ticket for Lexi, but the fact that she still qualifies as a lap baby means I don’t have to spend the extra money so I didn’t. We squished my big pregnant belly & her little body into a crammed aisle seat on each flight. I would bet that the people sitting around us cringed when they imagined how the flight would be. She did very well though. She had everyone eating out of the palm of her hand. Other than being extremely uncomfortable and struggling with my luggage before check-in, it was far from my worst nightmares about what it could have been.

Our two days in Virginia were great. Granny’s little town is so charming. I think there are a total of 2 stop lights. The streets are lined with houses that are at least 200 years old. Everyone knows everyone and is so neighborly and kind. I think it is the perfect place to have a vacation home. I would especially love to go during my favorite season, Fall. By the way, before leaving I saw that the county she lives in is ranked in the top 10 places to see fall leaves. We were a bit too early for that though.

It was in this little town that the big Birthday Bash was held. Almost 150 people came to celebrate her life, friendship, and all the charity work she has accomplished. We were all involved in different ways. The Boss made a beautiful & very tasty cake that could rival any wedding cake I have seen. The Crazy Bow Lady did the best imitation of Granny. She had friends and family rolling on the floor. The Princess designed the invitations and was the MC for the night. I even participated by making the programs and reading a poem. The great grandkids greeted people and passed out the cake. Several of her friends mentioned that they hope their families will make such a big deal for their 90th birthdays. We all wish we could be so healthy and active for that long.

The whole visit was great. I felt spoiled with everyone helping me take care of Lexi and our bags. Plus, coming from a big family, you can bet that I love the commotion that ensues. The only thing I would have changed was how short the trip was and how many pictures I took. I had planned on taking a million and only ended up with a few. I didn’t even get pictures of everyone, so I guess I will have to beg the others for copies of theirs.

Basically, it was too fun, too short, and it will be too long until I see them again because I am done traveling for a while (until after the baby is born).

The Key To A Happy Marriage?

Several days ago, someone told me that her mom gave her the best advice ever. That advice?... "Never put your kids before your husband."

She said it with such sincerity and a longing for her mother who had passed away, so I just politely smiled. What I wanted to say was, “Are you serious because that sounds so 50ish?”

Fortunately, in this case, I know that this does not include a stand by your man whether he is a monster or not. Despite that, it is still hard for me to embrace this concept. Marriage is between two adults (well one woman & a man that needs some training). Both partners should be able to take care of themselves for the most part, where as a child has very real demands that can be quite time consuming. Just saying NEVER put your kids before your husband seems impractical.

I realize that it is easy to get wrapped up in motherhood and life. These things can take a lot out of a woman and leave her with little energy or enthusiasm for her husband. Romance and friendship that should exist in a marriage need to be kept alive. I am not a marriage expert, but I would like to think of it as more of a partnership. It is about going through life together. If you can keep your relationship strong, hopefully you’ll have someone there helping you with the kids.

Talking Toddler

I like to go on walks with Lexi. Whenever the temperature isn’t blistering hot, I stick her in the stroller and we walk around neighborhoods and often to a park. Her favorite part, besides the park, is pointing and shouting out the names of things including cool (school) bus, big truck, coi (car), tree, two tree, mushroom, outside wall, grass, dog, kitty cat, window, door, smell good (flowers), people, etc.

This morning, (thanks to Hurricane Humberto to the east) the weather was perfect. We headed out with the normal excitement, especially since it was school bus time. As we were walking around, I couldn’t help but wonder why some people had been watering their lawns given that it rains almost every day here. Lexi was in her own little world and I was in mine, when suddenly I slipped on some muddy water on the sidewalk. My knee twisted a little, but I didn’t go all the way down thanks to the stroller. I glanced around and nobody was out to see me, which is always nice.

As we were walking away, Lexi announced, “Momma fall down!” Then, she was gracious enough to repeat it over & over & over. She even told everyone we met. I just laughed. I had to call Steve & let her say it to him on the phone, which she kindly obliged. As we were nearing the end of our walk, we came up to more water on the sidewalk. This time she said, “No Fall! No Fall! No Fall!” Good thing I am not completely shy and embarrassed about these things, but it would be nice for it to go unnoticed. I can see that this is the start of many more fun announcements.

Scheduled Birth

Friday, I had another OB appointment and ultrasound. I didn't have any big expectations. The software for my scanner is giving me problems, so I will not be able to post the picture. It looks a lot like the last one. BTW, it is still definitely a boy.

When the doctor sat down with me, she asked me the general questions like which hospital I want to deliver in & if I want an epidural (YES!). Then being me, I took the opportunity to drive home the fact that I want to be induced. She told me that she likes to plan ahead too & said we should schedule it now. I was a bit caught off guard because I didn't know she'd be willing to schedule this far in advance. Well - it looks like baby boy is going to be born on December 20th, unless he has earlier plans of course. It actually feels great to have a date in mind.

With This Baby

I have been thinking about the differences with this pregnancy and the last one. When a person is pregnant the first time, it is easy to get wrapped up in thoughts, feelings, and movements of the baby. Everything else (big or small) takes a back seat. Besides the emotional and physical aspects, there is so much preparation, shopping, and getting the nursery set-up.

The second pregnancy is much different. I have been through this all before. My bodily changes are not new and neither are the baby’s movements. Plus, the nursery is set-up and we basically have everything we NEED. So far, I have bought boy clothes and an old fashioned rocking chair, which I have been wanting since I was pregnant with Lexi. There are a few things I want/plan to get like this tandem jogging stroller, a bottle of gripe water, and blue pacifiers. When I think back to my preparations last time, there are some purchases I would have changed. Instead of getting the entire matching set of baby stuff from Graco (stroller, carrier, pack-n-play, swing, high chair, & diaper bag), I would have nixed the swing (likes it more now than she did as an infant), bought a stylish diaper bag, and gone with Combi for the stroller/carrier. I probably had more fun shopping for the matching stuff though.

During this pregnancy, I feel like I am mostly working on preparing Lexi for the transition. I will be using the next few months to get her used to a toddler bed, potty trained (hopefully), and being a tad more independent. She has already made big steps in becoming more comfortable with me holding babies. When we first got to Texas, I held my friend’s baby in a carrier (not so snuggly) & Lexi began screaming like an insanely jealous person. Now, I can hold and comfort the baby without it bothering her. Hopefully, by December, she will even be excited to have one around full time.

Of course, the new baby is always in the back of my mind, but it isn’t my main focus. Sometimes, I wonder if I should feel guilty about that, but I have too many things dividing my attention. It is just the fate of the non-oldest kids.

Flashback Friday (London)

Ten years ago, on my way back from Qatar, I stopped in London for a few weeks. The night I arrived, I heard the news that Princess Diana had been in a car accident. The next morning, I was hit with the news that she was dead. Like everyone else on the planet, I had always been fascinated by her. As a child, I remember watching her walk down the aisle. It was on a 13" black and white TV, but I was mesmerized. During my trip, I saw tributes to her everywhere. People cried, bought flowers, stood in lines to sign books, and were in a state of shock. I signed a book in Harrods, because I also felt sorry for her boyfriend's dad. I can't believe it has been 10 years. I am not surprised that she is still missed though.

**Posted a picture of one of the many flower gardens in London.

Not Every Day

It is not every day that a person prepares for a long morning of obtaining a new drivers license and it goes much better than expected. After getting Lexi in the stroller along with books, snacks, sippy cups, toys, and all my paperwork; I headed towards the front door. A lady that was leaving the building asked me if I would like her number ticket because she wasn’t going to be able to use it. Of course, I said sure and thanked her. Once I got inside the building to see the multitudes of people waiting, I looked up to see what number they were on and there were only 14 numbers to go to get to me. I could have done a little dance. ...praises to the nice lady. It went so smoothly that I was out of there in a half an hour.

Being that it was only 10am, I just knew that a trip to the nearby HUGE outlet mall was in order. Lexi and I need to walk around in a/c, right? Plus, I rarely have the stroller with me so it was surely destiny. As we were walking around, I just happened to notice that Carters had a 50% of baby items. Since future baby boy will not look so cute in pink (his father’s opinion), I just had to indulge in the sale. As I was walking out, I remembered that I had a gift card for the Gap. Four stores, down destiny struck again... a GAP. I wanted to use the card before I lose it or it expires, so I had to go in. They too were having great sales.

By then, the nap hour was fast approaching, so it was time to go. Out in the parking lot, I got the kid and stuff in the car as well as the monstrous stroller. As I was pulling away a song I hadn’t heard in a LONG time came on the radio. That was when it was time for me to give others something they don’t see every day… a pregnant mom in a 10 year old Saturn rocking out to AC/DC’s “You Shook Me All Night Long.” I still remember every word.

Can you believe all this before noon?

A Month Later

It has been about a month since we moved here and I can honestly say that is feels wonderful, yet incredibly normal. Miami has quickly become a strange dream for me. I guess that is what happens when you move to a place that you have lived before. It is like coming home.

My husband loves it here too. This was a big change for him since he moved to Florida when he was 2 years old. Fortunately, he is overly friendly and fits right in with everyone. He has a great job, but a long commute. After his mother’s death last year, he had been suffering from depression. A new start seems to have been a breath of fresh air for him. He is just a happier person, which makes everything in life easier.

For me, being a Stay at Home Mom is even better than I imagined. Besides the obvious best part of spending time with Lexi, it is nice to feel a sense of freedom. There are a million different things (hobbies) I have wanted to do for years and could never find the time for. I still haven’t had a chance to start on many, but the possibility is thrilling. I have also been able to enjoy cooking again.

Lexi seems to be developing faster than ever. She is a complete chatter box in English. She has become a little water bug with all of our trips to the community beach club and water park. She has mastered the stairs when she wants to (she likes hold my hand on the way down so she run/jump). There are a few outfits that she likes to strip out of. It is fun when we are in public and I look down to see her shirt is half way off and she is announcing that she is “nakey.” I guess there are probably a million things I am leaving out, but you get the idea.

We have also been quite the social butterflies. There are so many activities going on that we have had to turn down a few. Overall, life is much better for us here.

Friday Flashback

This Friday Flashback features big bangs and braces. It was taken in 1987. Yes, 20 years ago.

One Last Room

We have been in our new place for about 3 weeks. Unpacking most of the stuff went fairly quickly (first week), but one last room remains full of bins. Regrettably, it is the master bedroom. Every day, I plan at least a small attack on the room, but once I start looking at all of the stuff I lose interest and think of other things that need to be done. I also tell myself that I just need my husband to move a bookcase for me, so I can unpack and put the stuff on there. Truthfully, most of the stuff will not be going on the bookcase. I am not sure if that is an excuse or a way to organize things in my mind. It is horrible to have the bedroom as a junk room. Next week, it will definitely be at the top of the list. A month of living like this is just too too too long.

Caught Out in Public

While in Miami, I got use to going out in public and NEVER running into anyone I knew (except twice with poor Sofi). I must admit I became lazy on the weekends as far as my looks go. After showering, I usually threw my hair up in a clip and put on minimal or no make-up. That is a big thing for someone who has admitted to being a mascara addict (you would be too if you had blonde/invisible eyelashes). One thing I do NOT want to admit is that I even own a pair of the ugliest/most comfortable shoes in the world. I have posted a picture of Lexi’s foot because the kiddie ones are not so bad. I usually wear capri pants or a jean skirt and a normal shirt, so don’t think of sweats or pjs.

When I moved back to Texas, I decided that this awful rut would end. The chances of me running into someone I know are much higher here. I was doing really well until last Sunday. Steve and Lexi woke up with colds and feeling bad. I figured that we’d stay in the house all day, so I did my above mentioned lazy routine. By late afternoon/early evening, I was going stir crazy. Plus, it isn’t right to stay home during tax free weekend. I dragged the two sickies out to the big sports store, Academy (the one place I knew that Steve would agree to even when he wasn’t in the mood).

I guess everyone had the same idea, because the store looked like the mall on Christmas Eve. People were going insane over the approximately 8% off. Yes, it is laughable, but I was just happy to be out. After being in the store for about half an hour, I heard a guy call my name. I turned around and there is one of my best friends from high school. The worst part is that the last time I saw him, I was 7 months pregnant with Lexi. Here I am two years later, not only looking frumpy, but I am 5 months pregnant. Fortunately, two years ago his wife had just given birth to twins so I didn’t feel too bad about the big belly bump. **It is just hard for me to feel that I look my best when my belly is poking out.

We all spoke for a little while and exchanged numbers. Apparently, they live REALLY close to us. I have been wanting to meet up with them to catch up and so our kids could play, but now it is more like redeeming myself. Should I say...Lesson Learned? I hope so, but it might happen again once I have forgotten about this incident. Perhaps, I should at least raise my lazy level up a few notches.

Pregnancy Update: Week 20

I guess since I just passed the midpoint of pregnancy, it is time to update. I went to the new OB last Friday. They put me through all the regular rigmarole, but my primary purpose was finding out the doctor’s feelings towards inducing. My main worry about this pregnancy is having the baby before I get to the hospital. Last time, I got to five centimeters without feeling a contraction so this scenario isn’t unrealistic. My OB in Miami made a point to let me know that this is a real issue. That is why I am worried. Supposedly, the second time things move a long a LOT faster. Fortunately, the hospital is very close. Unfortunately, I may be scrambling to get someone to take care of Lexi if my mom or sister isn’t in town yet. I have people, but not exactly next door neighbors, so it would take a little time. Also, my husband works about an hour away. I don't want to think about it anymore. I just want to avoid that whole mess.

We have picked a name... Jordan Tyler. He is quite active and has been kicking up a storm. I have seen quite a few new babies lately. They are so sweet and huggable. Since my toddler is only huggable for a second or when she is tired, I am looking forward to a cuddly baby again.

My belly seems gigantic. I am imagining that it is like it was at the end of my last pregnancy. However, I looked at some photos of me with Lexi around this stage and they are about the same, which means I have a lot more growing to do. That is something I am not looking forward to. My hips already hurt at night. I wake up and roll over several times. I guess things are moving a long rather normally.

We Are a Happy Family

The move to Houston has defintely been great. We have been here two weeks and we are still beaming and thankful about how much we like it here. For me, being a stay at home mom is amazing. I really enjoy it, but I feel a like it is a guilty pleasure since Steve is the only bread winner.

I have a huge list of things I have been wanting to do or work on, but pesky things like setting up new doctors, getting our vehicles registered here, and getting new drivers licenses have been hogging up my days that I don't have fun activities/play dates planned. This week, I have three set up with one of my friends. She has a 4 year old girl, a two year old boy and a two month old girl. We went to a kid water park for an hour and a half yesterday. Tomorrow, we are going to a kid movie. Thursday, we are going to the library for a butterfly experience. The strange part is that all these things are free, which is nice because the reality of only having one income is bound to hit soon. For now, we will just keep smiling away and enjoying our new surroundings. (Yes - even Steve is VERY happy because he loves his new job and being a little spoiled by me)

Flashback Friday

I have been wanting to do the Flashback Friday thing, but growing up with lots of siblings means that there are very few photos of me without others in them. Here I am with my brothers and aunt. I was 4 years old. If you are wondering... Yes, I often hammed it up for pictures. I would like to think that I was protesting the weirdo outfits of the 70s, but like everyone else, I didn't know better. Besides, I can blame my mother, right?

Learning to Share

A year after we were married, we went to a wedding of a friend. We were seated at a table with a couple we had talked to over the years at various occasions. The wife asked us what was the hardest thing to get use to after marriage. Nothing immediately came to mind, but I am sure we came up with a few joke answers. Finally, she told us that the answer is supposed to be "sharing a bathroom." We just laughed and told her that we don't share. Both the husband and wife looked at us like we were crazy. We explained that Steve uses the "guest bathroom" and I use the "master bathroom." They could hardly fathom the idea. I guess sharing the master bathroom is something that married couples just HAVE TO DO.

For the first time in our marriage, we are actually sharing the master bathroom. What's more, is that we have a 1/2 bathroom downstairs for guests and another full bathroom for Lexi and the future baby boy. We could continue this no sharing thing if we wanted to. Perhaps, I should contact friends about this development in our marriage so that they can pass the message on to that couple. I think they would be so proud. I must admit it isn't tough though. Then again, I don't have to get ready for work in the mornings. Maybe that is considered cheating...

Made it to YeeHaw!

Quick update: we're here and loving every minute of it. Sometimes when you want something too much, it becomes a let down. That is not the case here. It is wonderful (except for the unpacking, which is nearing completion). Now, I'm off to run a million errands.

Last Day in Miami

Today is an exciting day, not only is it my last day of work, but it is my last day in Miami. We are heading out tomorrow morning. At this point, I just feel like I am going on a strange vacation. The reality will probably set in within a week or two. Yipee!!!

I have been so busy lately, but I have wanted to say THANKS to one of my favorite bloggers, Lemon Blossom. Two weeks ago, I wrote a post about craving cinnamon bears and not finding them in Miami. I mentioned that I had ordered some online. After reading my post, she bought some, asked me for my address and shipped them to me all while juggling school, family, and summer fun. I was so touched. Beyond that, I was thrilled because the ones I got from Amazon.com were horrible. Apparently, Jelly Belly makes little cinnamon bears called "unbearably hot." They are tiny, have a sugar coating, and are hard-ish. Nothing like the larger gooey yummy ones that I was craving and that Lemon Blossom so kindly sent. THANK YOU LEMON BLOSSOM! Your kindness has made me whole again.

Anyway, I am wrapping things up in Miami and will probably not be back to the blogging world until we’ve unpacked and set up the internet in our new place. Considering the fact that I am a computer junkie, I’m guessing that will not take long. I already set up the service, but I have to pick up the modem once I get there. So...TA TA for now.

The Big Ultrasound

Today, we found out we are having a very healthy & big BOY! The tech got several very good shots & kept saying, "it is still a boy." It wasn't really a surprise. As you can imagine, Steve is VERY excited. He told me that he is glad he will not be outnumbered soon. He was also shooting imaginary basketballs when we got out to the parking lot.

Geographical Experiences

I’ll never forget when I stepped off the plane in Doha, Qatar. The heat hit me like a blanket and I thought it must be the exhaust from jet engines. With a few steps, I quickly realized that it was simply in the hottest weather I had ever experienced. Never go to the Middle East in August. My flight arrived after 10pm, so at that moment I could only imagine what it would feel like in the day. It was worse (120 degrees +).

For the next few days, I explored the city and was mortified by the lack of color. Besides being a desert, all of the houses (actually palaces) were painted either white or light tan. There were very few plants, most of which were behind large walls in private gardens owned by Europeans. Even the clothing of locals was lacking in color. Men wore white and women wore black from head to toe. Everyone was extremely friendly and went out of their way to talk to me. They were often ridiculously accommodating. I was amused by small pick up trucks with large camels sitting in the back, falcons riding around on custom perches in luxury vehicles, and numerous other things.

When I came back to the States, I was bored. Everything seemed plain and ordinary. I moved from Houston to Denver and both were just so normal. I missed my experience in the Middle East terribly.

A year later, I moved to Miami and the visual was exactly opposite. As I drove down I-95 into Miami, I looked down on houses painted in millions of different shades of loud colors. The houses were clumped together with all kinds of plants growing up through the nooks and crannies. It was a bright sunny day and I remember thinking it looked hot, but it was January.

As I explored Miami, I discovered cultural flair, interesting little shops, insane drivers, and a lot of people who in general were overly defensive and proud. It is easy to say they are rude, but more accurately I think they just worry too much about defending their rights, when most of the time nobody was stepping on them. I have lived in several areas of Miami (near the zoo, by the Falls, in the Gables, and on the beach). I have become accustomed to the oddities in each location, but I am still fascinated by the strangeness.

As I prepare to go back to Houston, I am looking forward to that normal boring life. However, a part of me wonders if I will miss some of the craziness. Only time will tell.

Mall Mommies

For the past decade, trips to the mall during the week have been a frantic dash to purchase a few things during the 1 hour allotted lunch time. During those trips, I have seen scores of mall mommies who seem to be out on an insignificant excursion. They casually walk around with oodles of time to kill in an effort to entertain themselves and their little ones. I have often wondered what that is like.

Today, as I was dashing through the mall during lunch, I realized that I only have 8 more days of work. It will not be too long until I too can be a Mall Mommy or I can at least try it.

In the Scope and Tagged

The only thing on my mind is moving, so luckily I was tagged by Lemon Blossom.

The instructions: "I quickly write 8 random facts/habits about myself, and then tag 8 people. If I tag you, you had better play."

1. I was blind as a bat until January of 2001, when I got Lasik surgery. Since then, my eyes have been better than perfect. I am really glad I did it. (thanks LB for inspiring this tidbit)

2. One of the things I am most looking forward to about quitting is not having to figure out what to wear to work everyday. This is a very silly little issue, but between a growing belly and working at the same place for over 5 years it is hard to come up with business outfits everyday. I stand in my closet every morning bored of it all.

3. Last week, there was a news report about how people with a lot of moles tend to live longer because there is a correlation between them and some age defying genes. My husband looked and me and told me I would live forever. I guess I am admitting that I have a lot of moles blended in with my freckles.

4. My fingers are really long and thin. It is hard for me to buy standard rings because of this. My wedding ring is a size 4.5.

5. The new hair growth that comes after giving birth is still annoying me. The little ringlets in front of my ears and all the little fly-a-ways on my head make me crazy. Perhaps knowing that it will get worse again before it gets better makes me even more frustrated.

6. I have had the same car for almost 10 years. It is too small, but I love not having a car payment. I paid it off in 3.5 years, so this car has more than paid for itself. I’ll probably throw in the towel once I give birth to the next baby.

7. My maiden name is still on my driver’s license and the name I use at work. It is on my driver’s license because I hate the DMVs in South Florida. I refuse to go unless it is absolutely necessary and it hasn’t been. This is my protest. I use it at work because I started working there before I got married and it was easier. This will all change when we move to Texas.

8. My passport has expired. That probably isn’t a big deal for most people, but the idea makes me feel trapped. Getting it renewed will become a priority when I finally get a moment to breathe even though I don’t have plans to travel outside of the US.

Tagging 8 people is not that easy, but I will go with Princess & Johnsy, PageWize, A Comedienne’s Sidekick, Sofi, Anna, Reformatting (if you aren't too busy with the new baby), Aerin, and anyone else who might be interested.

Totally Out There

Today, I ran into someone I haven't seen for about 6 months. The second he saw me, he said, "I didn't know you were pregnant!" He didn't even do a double take or anything.

With that, I guess, I can officially announce that my stomach has completely popped out. It happens so much faster the second time. People expect me to know the sex of the baby when they judge the size of my belly.

Speaking of pregnancy, what has happened to cinnamon bears? I got a craving them for about 2 months and have not found them anywhere. I understand that this might be a Miami thing (people just aren't that into hot things here). The minute I had the craving, I realized that I haven't seen them since I moved here. I didn’t think about it before, but I have been seriously looking for the past two months. I even went to 2 candy stores that specialize in all things gummi & was not lucky. I looked online, but the minimum orders for most places were over $15. I DON'T want or need that many!!! Finally, Amazon.com came through. Hopefully, I get them next week. I can't wait to put them into the freezer... even yummier that way.