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Back to school, the first week: Success!

7 Sep

 So, I thought I’d have more time to blog now that the kids are back in school, but it just hasn’t worked out that way. I’ve been on a mega cleaning kick, maybe I’m nesting early?

The kids first week of school has come and gone, and it went well for both of them. Here they are before heading out in the morning.Image

 

We hit a few speed bumps on T’s first 2 days, regarding transportation now that he’s going to school out of town. He hasn’t been assigned to a bus yet, and since this is due to the school’s fuck up, they’re paying for him to be cabbed there and back. Fine with me, except for when his cab driver on the first day of school is not only late getting to our house, butalso  fucking 100 years old and brain dead. I actually stood in my driveway arguing with him for 15 minutes about how to get to the school. Then he argued with dispatch because they were telling him the same thing I was. Eventually he got it through his head that I was right (of course I was, I always am. Clearly Mr. Cabbie doesn’t know me), and off they went. I did call the school though, and complain about the driver that was sent, and requested a call when T signed in. He didn’t start his first day of school until 10:30. Jesus Christ.

Then the second day, the cab came 15 minutes early. Thank god I didn’t decide to sleep in an extra 15 minutes.

Since then, everything’s been smooth sailing. It’s Friday already, and I’m 25 weeks today! I’m coming up on my third trimester way too quickly. Also, this little one seems to take great pleasure in kicking me in the crotch, and I’m like buddy, you’re gonna be doing enough damage down there in 3 1/2 months, lets ease up on my nether-regions, mmm’kay? I managed to yoga him out of his feet down position this morning after a full day of vaginal kickboxing classes. Hallelujah.

M and I are getting to work on the nursery this weekend. I lit a fire under his ass the other day by telling him I want it finished before we hit December. He’s going to finish mudding and sanding, then he’ll primer, and we’ll both paint. I’m refinishing a dresser, and we’re going to set up the crib. Ok, M is going to set up the crib. I’m going to take pictures and laugh at him when he can’t figure it out.

Also, I’m hopefully going to find reasonably priced maternity jeans that don’t make my ass look saggy. Shudder. Wish me luck! If I find some, I’ll try to throw together a fall outfit post. I’m so excited for chunky sweaters, jeans, and boots!

Until next week!

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Pregnancy Update: I’m too sexy.

31 Aug

It took me three tries to log in. Three! That’s how long I’ve fallen out of the blogging habit for. In my defense, my sister was staying with us for a few weeks, and I didn’t particularly want to sit on the computer when I could be spending quality time with her. So, my dearest apologies, but family always comes first. In case you were wondering, we had a fantastic time. I discovered that not drinking around a bonfire is really, really, really hard. Back to school is in three days (!!!), and then I’ll be able to write more frequently. I’ll hopefully do a “looking-back-on-summer” photo dump as well.

On the subject of back to school, I don’t even know where T is attending school this year. Seriously. He was supposed to transfer to a school that’s better equipped for kids with special needs, but they haven’t contacted me. I reached out to them and am waiting for a response. It’s THREE DAYS UNTIL SCHOOL STARTS. Give me a break here. I’m stressed out enough, wondering if I bought the kids enough fucking glue sticks and the right kind of scissors.

Anyways, I’m supposed to be cleaning right now but I decided to break for a snack and blog update. Also because I’m frustrated that the “safe” cleaner I was using started taking the paint off my front door. Fuck. Now I have to repaint it. To stretch out my time not cleaning, here are some recent observations on my pregnancy:

Fuck heartburn. How does water give one heartburn? Please explain.

Fuck sciatica. I feel like a 90 year old man sometimes. I have to bend in half to walk. I need a cane.

Fuck insomnia. And on top of that, fuck there not being anything remotely good to watch when I’m stuck awake at 2AM.

Why have I grown five skin tags on my vag? The really weird part is, there are none on the left side. Just the right. Huh. Oh, there’s also one on my butt. HOT STUFF!

Never, ever, EVER rip off a skin tag. I pulled off a small one last night just to see what would happen. Oh my God. There was so much blood. And it didn’t stop bleeding for a good half hour. So don’t ever try that.

How come shaving my hoo-hah doesn’t cut them off?

I’m turning into a man. My pits get 5 o’clock shadow two freaking hours after I shave, and I’m growing a treasure trail. I’m so sexy. M thinks it’s hilarious and likes to make fun of me for it. We’ll see who’s laughing when I quit shaving and french braid my pit hair.

Speaking of hair, I thought the stuff on my head was supposed to stop falling out? It hasn’t. If anything, it’s falling out more. I’m going to be bald by the time I deliver. This kid better have a sweet head of hair to make up for all I’m losing.

How is my body building a mucus plug when half of it plops out into my undies every day? It’s like my vagina has a cold and routinely uses my panties as a kleenex, it’s disgusting. M made the mistake of looking over once while I wiped after peeing. That was the last time he did that.

*Pause to note I just saw a centipede run across my living room floor. Yuck. Goosebumps. I moved one piece of furniture. Proof that I should never attempt a deep cleaning. Ever.*

My nips are sooooo itchy. Nipples are really hard to scratch.

My boobs are not only leaking now, they are squirting. Well, the left one is squirting. Gets some pretty good distance on it too. M is now terrified of playing with my boobies. I kind of hope he forgets and gets squirted in the eye.

Lately pooping somewhat scares me. I’m afraid I’ll push too hard and my baby will plop into the toilet. I guess I’ve been watching too much “I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant”.

Why can’t I ever crave things at convenient times/places? For instance, why can’t I crave a snickers and a Dr. Pepper when I’m in the damn store, instead of at midnight when my only option is to walk my ass down to the corner store. Too damn far, and plus, it’s dark and scary outside.

This entry may cause you to believe I’m not enjoying my pregnancy. I totally am, I just feel totally disgusted but somehow amused by the freakshow that once was my body. Also, my early morning sleep farts can clear a room. Thought you might like to know.

Hope everyone enjoys their long weekend. We’re going camping. Hooray!

After the rain…

7 Aug

After last weeks little meltdown, I think it’s time for a happier post. Nothing much has gone on lately, so we may just end up with a bunch of pointless rambling. I think that’s quite likely, actually.

M has been super sick lately. We think it’s a combination of a flu virus and inhalation of drywall dust. I say “we think” because as a man, of course he’s too stubborn to go to the doctor. Even though over the course of 3 days he got a total of maybe 5 hours sleep, threw up numerous times, and was just generally hurting and miserable and bedridden. Thankfully he brought home a proper mask to finish sanding T’s new room, and yesterday proclaimed he felt much better. We actually left the house! Hooray! It still sucks that our long weekend together was such a bummer though.

Speaking of weekends… Next weekend we’re heading down to Windsor to pick up my little sister! She’ll be staying with us for 2 weeks, so I most likely won’t be posting anything until the end of the month. I’m so excited to see her, because A) She’s my sister and my best friend, and B) I could use an extra pair of hands getting some stuff done around here. Yep, I’m putting her to work. She doesn’t know it yet, but she will! Muahahahahahahaha.

Jax is steadily getting more and more active. Or maybe just stronger, so I’m feeling more. Either way, at all times it’s feels like he’s running out of room, there’s always a head or a butt or a knee poking out. I can actually see his movements now which is cool, like waves going across my belly when he rolls around, and little pops when he punches or kicks. When M and I lay down together at night I think I spend more time watching my belly move than watching TV. TV shows come and go, this might be the last time I’m pregnant and I’m going to enjoy every damn second of it! My appetite is ridiculous lately, and my cravings will be the death of me. I wish just for once, I could crave a food that I actually have in the house. Instead of Burger King (across town), chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream (M had to go to 5 different grocery stores to find some. Yes, 5), or flippin’ lobster. OH, and speaking of cookie dough ice cream, and M searching all over town for it… The only brand he could find was President’s Choice, and there’s fucking coconut flakes in the dough chunks. Why? Who the hell thought coconut flakes have any place in chocolate chip cookie dough? It’s outrageous, and quite frankly, ruins the ice cream. It sucks, because I’ve been craving it for so long, and I finally have it, but I don’t even want to eat it now because of the stupid coconut. WHY?

I ordered the kids backpacks and lunch bags and school clothes from Old Navy today. Picked up a bunch of supplies at Staples’ awesome sale over the weekend too… Counting down the days… They’re starting to drive me bat shit crazy, they really are. Sometimes I wonder if it would be considered abuse if I duct taped their mouths shut, just for an hour. I guess it probably would though, so I soldier on. I cannot freakin’ wait to be able to do my yoga and pilates again. FREEEEEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM! For a few months, anyway.

Until next time!

Ramblings.

23 Jul

First of all – OH. MY. GAWD! The crib I want is on sale on Amazon. The Stork Craft Monza II. It’s so pretty. Just need to talk M into taking the plunge and ordering it. We’re slowly amassing baby items (we have a highchair, a travel system, a diaper pail, and a jogging stroller), but nothing, and I mean NOTHING, makes me as excited as this crib does.

I want this crib!
See how pretty?

We had a yard sale over the weekend. We didn’t get rid of nearly half our stuff, but we did make $400, so I’ll take that. Hooray, Marineland passes! Unfortunately, the stupid race-ready go-kart M picked up for SIX HUNDRED FUCKING DOLLARS did not go. I told him not to buy it. I told him! He wanted to get T into racing it, but it’s too damn fast. And it cost SIX HUNDRED DOLLARS. Nor did the bumper car that he just showed up with one day sell. “Oh, it’ll sell so fast, don’t worry. It’s from Crystal Beach before it closed down, we’ll get like $200 for it!”… No, no we won’t. At least not so far. We’ve been offered $50 and we’ve had it for a good 2 months at least. And us women get flack for shopping? At least clothes and shoes are useful.

My pregnancy is still going well and will hopefully continue that way. I post in some pregnancy forums and a girl posted this morning about how she just lost her baby at 17 weeks along. I hate reading those kinds of posts. It’s so sad for the people who are actually living it, I can’t even begin to imagine their pain, and it just scares the hell out of me. There were no signs, nothing. She just went to her doctor and discovered her baby had gone. It breaks my heart to think about it.

On a happier pregnancy note, I think my boy has inherited his parents taste for spicy foods. I had a spicy taco over the weekend, and oh my goodness, the kicks I felt! They were so strong! Today as well, I had a spicy chicken Mr. Noodle, and before I was even finished it I could feel him flipping all over in there. I mean, that could be a sign that he hates it, but I’m just going to go with him having a genetic disposition for it. No heartburn for me either, hooray!

Something in this room smells like feet really bad. It’s not me, either. The kids aren’t home, and neither is M. I think it’s the air conditioner, which means I’m just going to have to suck it up and deal with it, because no way in hell am I turning it off and sweating my metaphorical balls off all afternoon. Screw that.

I guess I should get going, B has cheer today and I need to pack her snacks. Hopefully something interesting will happen this week so I can post something other than whatever pops into my head for a change. I really suck at this blogging thing. Until next time!

In the heat of summer.

17 Jul

It. Is. So. Hot.

I was never pregnant in the summer with T. I mean, I was, but I got pregnant at the end of July, and I didn’t even realize I was pregnant until the end of August. I don’t know how women that are due in the middle of summer do it. I’m not even halfway and I feel sweaty and lazy and sticky and exhausted. I feel like I weigh twice as much as I actually do, and I feel guilty because all I ever want to do is lay in front of the air conditioner. But, swimming is nice. So there’s that.

I had my second OB appointment yesterday. I weighed in at 132lbs, so I’ve gained half a pound since last week, and I’m up 12lbs total since the beginning of my pregnancy. All in the belly, oh yeah. My uterus is growing well, and the baby has a nice strong heartbeat. What the heartbeat is, exactly, I don’t know, because she didn’t give me a number. I’m kind of having doubts about not taking peoples suggestions and going with a midwife. My doctor is a lovely woman, she’s very friendly and efficient, but she is so rushed. My appointment yesterday was 50 minutes of waiting, and maybe 5 minutes with the doctor. I didn’t even get a chance to ask about the headaches I’ve been having, since she was out the door before I’d even finished wiping the doppler goo off my belly. When she came in the room initially she had to ask me how far along I am, and what the date of my last period was… even if I had the ultrasound and bloodwork she sent me for! I just wish it were a more personal experience. Today I feel really tired, and every time I stand up everything starts to go black and I have to lean against something to wait for it to pass. I’m also right by the A/C and I still feel hot. I’m not sure if I should be calling in, or if I should just relax. For now, I’m just going to take it easy, get plenty of fluids, and healthy snacks, and hopefully I’ll feel better in a while.

On the bright side, my anatomy scan is scheduled for next Friday, which just so happens to be M’s 40th birthday! It’s funny how that worked out, after my dating scan was on Fathers Day. Lucky duck!

Last Friday we made the trip to Dover on the Harley for Friday the 13th. It was pure insanity, a record breaking day for the event. On our ride in, we were behind an accident – thankfully nothing major, a guy on a chopper almost missed his turn, hit the brakes and tried to make it, but didn’t. He cut up his knee pretty badly, and had a minor puncture wound on the back of his leg, but otherwise he was OK. We actually ended up running into him later on in the day and hanging out with him and his friend. Dover was packed, it was hot (to illustrate how hot, a quick anecdote from the day – while sitting on a curb, my heeled riding boots actually sank into the asphalt. They made holes in the road), and difficult to manoever while pregnant. I had an alright time, nowhere near as much fun as I’ve had in the past. I’m not sure if I’d go again while pregnant. I did get the Sons of Anarchy shirt I wanted though! 🙂

The rest of the weekend and this week so far was pretty uneventful. Just some housework on Saturday, followed by a full day in bed Sunday, and a trip to the pool yesterday. Why I choose to walk the kids 10 minutes down the road to use the pool at the park when we could easily step into our backyard and use ours is beyond me. Exercise? I’ll go with that. I did have a laugh at my total biatch of a neighbor posing on the side of the pool like she’s hot stuff once she noticed I was there. She sort of resembles a shar-pei if you ask me. All droopy skin and wrinkles. Blegh.

I’m off again on Friday, so I’ll update then if anything interesting should happen, which I doubt. If not, I’ll have lots to blabber on about next week. We have a busy weekend coming up!

OH! On Sunday I scored a brand new Graco highchair for $30. Hooray for Kijiji!

Ciao for now!

Almost halfway.

11 Jul

I’ve been thinking lately, about how insane it is that I’m almost halfway through my pregnancy. I’m 17 weeks on Friday, so that leaves 3 to go. It’s sad, in a way. Of course I’m ridiculously excited to meet our little one, but at the same time I just really love being pregnant. I love watching my body grow and change, I love feeling the baby move, from the gentle flutters to the elbow jabs. If I had the patience, I would honestly be like a Duggar, and just pop out baby after baby. Maybe I should look into being a surrogate one day. Or convincing M we should try for “just one more”… hehe.

I feel quite a bit of movement from Jax now, it’s almost like there is a fish swimming around in there. I picture him doing barrel rolls and somersaults. My boobs have started leaking (hooray!….um, no.) which I think freaks M out, but at least now I don’t have to worry about him playing with them too much. It still really bothers me. Damn sensitive nipples. My bladder is approximately the size of a pea, I’m getting chronic headaches that nothing helps, my left leg goes numb if I’m standing/walking too long, and my left ear pops randomly, so my voice echoes in my head… so annoying. Overall though, I feel really good. I feel at peace with myself. Not necessarily with others, but with myself. Oh, and I found a new obsession.

LEGGINGS.

Oh. My. God. Why have I not worn these sooner? Soooo comfortable. I don’t ever want to take them off. They’re on sale at Walmart for $7 right now… I think I should grab a few more pairs.

We’ve got a busy week coming up. Quarry Day tomorrow with a bunch of friends and their kids, and then Friday the 13th in Port Dover on Friday. Yay! In case you were wondering, Quarry Day consists of a whole bunch of us going to the Quarry (you don’t say?) to picnic, swim, and enjoy the sun. Which reminds me, must tell M to dig out the kids life jackets. I’ve got my own personal floatation devices built into my chest, but those aren’t of much use to others.

I had so much to write and I’m having the biggest brain fart right now. I think I’ll have to come back later and update. M is bringing me an iced coffee from Timmy’s, maybe that will get my brain going.

Not so matronly maternity

27 Jun

Maternity clothes. Just the thought makes me shudder. Those two words conjure up images of muumuus and baggy in the butt “mom jeans”. I know, I know… The newer stuff is actually pretty nice (some of it, anyway) and on par with current trends, but the fact is, I’m only pregnant for 9 months, and therefore cannot justify spending $100+ on a pair of elastic waist jeans, even if they are a flattering dark wash and make my butt look perky. I’m a budget babe.

So, I’ve done a little hunting around, and here are some pieces that I absolutely love, and may just purchase. Note that not all of it is maternity wear. I have a pretty sizeable belly for my frame, and am still able to comfortably fit flowy dresses, which makes me sooo-ooo-ooo happy.

Loved By Heidi Klum Under Belly Super Stretch Slim Leg Maternity Jeans – $39.98… I love them, I love them, I love them! And they’re UNDER BELLY!

I actually just used this picture as an example. I recently purchased a very similar skirt for under $20 at Urban Planet. It is comfy, cute, and matches just about every top I own. I’m in love!

This is a non-maternity dress for $39. The only tricky thing with strictly online stores is getting the sizing right, since you’ll want to go up a size or two to accomodate growth. If I had this in my closet right now, I would be living in it!

I’m a little obsessed with maxi dresses. This one is $29.94 at Old Navy.

A few of my maternity dress tips:

BELLA BANDS. I can’t recommend them enough! For that “in-between” time where you can kind of fit your old clothes, but you’re not big enough for maternity yet, Bella Bands are a saviour. They enable you to leave your pants unbuttoned and unzipped, but cover it all and help hold them up. I put mine on UNDER my shorts/pants/whatever, pull them up, and then fold the band over the button and zipper.

Buy bigger sizes of what you’d normally wear. No one ever said you had to wave goodbye to your sense of style just because you’ve got a bun in the oven. Up until the later months when either A) You have to buy at least a few maternity pieces, or B) You live in yoga pants, you should be able to get away with just buying a size or two up. I’m generally a 6, or a medium, in dresses… I’ve just bumped it up to an 8-10, or a large, and they fit perfectly.

There really is no need to buy maternity shirts when you can purchase longer tanks and empire waist tops. Tanks are great for layering, and you can find them as cheap as $3. I love layering mine with flowy, open cardigans or vests. For a more polished look, you could try an open blazer. Don’t be afraid to use your imagination… As long as your belly is covered, you’re good to go!

Do you have any tips for dressing for pregnancy without spending hundreds of dollars on maternity clothes? Please share!