Wednesday, March 29, 2006

A chair

CN went and picked up my glider the other day. And do you know what he did? He bought me the matching ottoman. **smoooch** Here is Mini lounging.

Friday, March 24, 2006

What a week.

Yesterday morning I awoke to what every mother loves to hear. "MOM! I peed in my bed!" So that was it- 5:45 and my day had begun. Nothing better than starting a day off by picking up pee soaked sheets and bathing a pee soaked child, while half asleep. The night before that I had been up with her because she couldn't stop coughing. And to top it all off last night I kept up with our tradition and spent the night cleaning throw up off ev.ery.thing. Mini M came into our room right around midnight just in time to hurl all over our bed. Poor little person. She spent the rest of the night throwing up every half hour. I ended up sleeping with her on the floor because I didn't want to risk getting a bed messy again.

I think (cross your fingers) that she might be feeling better. Right now she is sleeping on the couch (bless you stain resistant furniture) and it's been almost 2 hours and she's actually held down some water.

Over the past few nights I've gotten something like 6 hours of sleep. (I'm exaggerating- but you know what I mean) Strangely enough though, I'm ok with that. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I'm cheerfully scrubbing barf off my bed at 2 am, unless the term "cheerful" means using unsavory language under one's breath. I don't know why it is, but even after no sleep and being covered in pee, poop and throw up at all hours of the day, it's still worth it. I would never trade my sweet pooping machine for anything in the world. When she kisses my smack on the lips and leaves behind a trail of slobber, or when out of the blue she says, "Mom thank you sooo much for buying me a bagel, I love you," I know I'm doing the right thing- for me. Being a mom.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006


CN surprised me for my with a night out to the Rochester Chop House where we gorged ourselves on crab cakes, lobster bisque, Caribbean spiced steak, aaannnnd to top it off- a key lime tart. Yum. The one thing that made the evening perfect was not just the delish food, but being able to go home, put on my "fat pants" and lounge on the couch. All in all it was a perfect night.

Tales of furniture shopping.

Sunday night we had gone to Babies r us, to get the glider I had originally wanted, but was told that it would take 12-14 weeks to be shipped to the store. What??? Min-E will be walking by then! (OK, not quite- but you get my jist.) That night I was up for 3 hours, and during all the tossing and turning and kicking CN, I decided that in the morning I must find a glider for the nursery. So, first thing I packed up Mini M, went and bought a bagel (what better way to start off one's birthday) and began the hunt for a glider. Between reigning in the small beast from running a half mile ahead of me and the "potty breaks" every 14 minutes we had a nice time at the mall. Mini got to play with the kids, and ride on the carousal- every child's dream come true.

I had started off the day a bit p.o.'d because of the whole Babies r us taking half a life time to get the chair in, and the fact that my Mom had given me a gift card, and now I wouldn't be able to use it towards the glider. So- I decided, screw them! I'll go somewhere else. We checked 4 or 5 different stores from "The Babies Room" to "Art Van" where a scharmy salesman tried to sell me this. Eeekk! After no success, I decided to check out another Babies r turd location. I went in and talked to the furniture department head, and he told me the sales person I had talked to the night before was wrong- it takes 7-14 days to get the gliders in. Ahh... just a slight difference. To make a long story not any shorter, I put in my order, and hurrah! I now have somewhere to sit while I'm up with the baby in the night, and I got to use my gift card. Thanks again Ma!

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Dreaming of warm

Yes. I realize this is my second post regarding the weather in the past few days, but... I'm really ready for some warm. Hopefully these pictures taken last summer will tide me over...

Monday, March 13, 2006

The good 'ol days

I was rooting though all my junk yesterday and found my school "journal" from when I was 14/15-ish, and attending the "cla". Practically every other page is filled with dating quizzes. (Is that what you call them?) On this page is one where you write a girl's name and a boy's name, and then randomly cross out the letters in each name and then assign them points next to "T.R.U.E. L.O.V.E." From what I see, I'm guessing that the higher the points the more likely your love will succeed. Yes. I know it makes no sense.

On the next page is a game called MASH. This game determines: who you will marry, where you'll live, your style of wedding dress, job, how many children, pets and form of transportation. Here are the results from one made for my pal R.
Husband: Tim K. (R. do you have any clue who this is??)
Dress: Leopard print
Job: Fart-mart owner (We were so mature weren't we?)
# of children: 110
Pet: A flea
Transportation: A shopping cart.

I'm thoroughly disappointed. None of those have come true! R. you better snap to it and get started on the 110 children.

Those aren't the only things in my journal, there are actual entries- like these.
Oct 14- "Today in Geometry I didn't hear anything Miss J. said. Oh well."
May 20- "Whatever- like cool."
Nov 10- "Today was a normal day. Drama was extremely boring. P.T. and R.R. were drawing stick figures, and Mr. D. kept yelling at us."

There are also sections where my school pals wrote their thoughts. R.C. - everything you wrote has to do with lemon recharge. E.P.- your entries are practically novels, and J.O.- I never knew anyone could talk about "joy" so much, and had such a passion for the "tundra." Ah... those were the days....

Spring! er....or not.

Poo. This last weekend we have actually had decent weather. Desperate attemps at being sunny, and pathetic highs of 58. I just checked and tomorrow we are to expect snow showers. When will it end??

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

This and That.

I feel betrayed. I mean, come on- everyone knows being preggers isn't the most delightful thing in the world. (If you think I'm exaggerating, just read Belly Laughs. ) But what about the good things that are supposed to happen while preg.??? huh?? Like thick, quick growing hair, or super healthy finger nails, or my favorite myth... "the pregnancy glow." Where's my friggin glow? The only glowing that happening here is my pee- and that does not count! (Bet you didn't think anyone could talk so much about their pee did you? But when it takes up approximatley 75% of my day, what else do you expect me to talk about?)

Anyway. On to grown up talk. Yesterday, I went to the local department store and bought some products that should help with my "glow" or lack thereof. I was originally going to get a facial, but around here they run anywhere from $75-$95, and the thought of spending that just once made me cringe. So I decided to spend an equally ungodly amount on products that I could use whenever I want. I ended up buying Clinique Turnaround Visible Skin Renewer, (I had this a couple years ago and loved it) and just to make life even more thrilling, Turnaround 15 min. Facial. It was just that- absolutely thrilling. Put a thin layer on and leave it for 15 minutes. After it's dry you rub it off with your fingers and it comes right off with any dead skin that happens to be on your face. Eeeewww! So exciting!

Don't tell C.N.- he wouldn't be mad, he'd just shake his head and tut-tut at the money I spent.

Nap time!

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Oh how I neglect thee.

I know, I know. When was the last time I wrote a real post? I tried to throw you off with overly cute Mini M. pictures, hoping that you would be distracted by them.

Tuesday Mini and I went in for my 31 week checkup. I even managed to keep my pee in the cup! (yes... you can clap for me) Baby is doing well, although the small stinker insists staying head up. Mini M. was breech and I was told that my choices with her were to have a version or a C-section. Thank goodness the version worked, and I didn't have to deal with the C-section. So, I'm hoping that I can avoid both this time and can convince her to flip on her own. (Technically I have a few more weeks before I really need to worry about it)

I did some research and found some techniques for encouraging the baby to flip at home. One suggested putting an ice pack, or frozen peas up near the baby's head. Supposedly the baby should move away from the cold and whalah! no more breech baby! My attempt only resulted in her punching the at the peas until I finally took them off. She's actually head-butting my lungs at the moment. So sweet. I'm very afraid. This child's sole ambition is to use my insides as a punching bag, sometimes it actually hurts. If this violent in the womb, what will she be like after she's born? Unless... "she" is really a "wee fella." Less than 2 months until we find out.

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Welcome to Em's world. I am a stay at home/ work at home (when the odd job presents itself) mom. I have the privilege to spend every single day with my sweet/crazy 5 yr. old daughter, Mini M. and my little man, Baby W. who was born May 3rd. I can't forget the best part of my life- my hub. C.N., who happens to be the sweetest, funniest fella alive. We have been married almost 6 years. So that's me and my fam.