My Baby Middle Name dilemma is being tackled by name aficionados Swistle and Mairzy at
Swistle's Baby Names.
Go see what they have to say... Read, vote, leave comments. :-)
THANX!!!
Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Job Description
As the mother of a toddler, I am many things. I cannot be defined by one or two words. Although I have a real name, it has been replaced by Mom, Mama, and Mommy, among others, yet I answer to many other monikers. I'm like a superhero with many identities:
I am the Chaser of the BogeyMan. I make sure my child can go to sleep in peace, knowing that the bad guys from the cartoon she was just watching are nowhere in sight.
I am the Doctor. I apply bandages and kisses to boo-boos and owies.
I am the Exterminator. As scary as it is for me, I kill baby spiders so tiny they can only be seen with a microscope or the eyes of a frightened 3-year-old.
I am the Clown. If my kid is scared or in pain, I will fall down, make funny faces, and talk in silly voices just to make her laugh.
I am the Diaper Changer. I've seen more poop and pee than a worker at the sewage treatment plant.
I am the Punisher. I seem larger than life and scary when my child has done something wrong.
I am the Chauffeur. I make sure my daughter gets to school, the doctor's office, the grocery store, her cousins' house, and anywhere else she may need to go. This identity gives many thanks to Grandma and Aunt Jenny, by the way!
I am the Keeper of the Remote Control. No one should fight me on this one. I don't care who you are, you'll lose. When it comes down to it, when there's something I want to watch, we will watch it.
I am the Toy Finder. I am the one who instructs my child to look in the bathtub or the cat's food dish when she's somehow misplaced her favorite baby horse for the 32nd consecutive time in one day; my daughter is continually amazed every time she finds the Toy Finder was right. And then she says, "I told you!"
I am Santa Clause. Shhh... Don't tell.
I am the Playmate. It's my duty to lose at every game, from checkers to ticklefests to video games.
I am the Teacher. I will show you all the important things in life. No, not the three R's. I teach truly important things, like how to play poker, the titles of every movie Johnny Depp has ever been in, and the importance of mascara.
I am your Maid. I constantly clean up your messes, even after telling you repeatedly that I am not your maid and that I will no longer clean up your messes.
I am the World's Biggest Hypocrite. Don't cuss, don't drink, don't smoke, don't do drugs, don't flunk out of college, don't eat junk, and don't eat too much fast food. Do as I say, not as I've done.
I am your Chef. I can open a can of Chef Boyardee like nobody's business and serve you your feast of raviolis.
I am the Great Contradictor. I tell you to grow up and punish you for acting like a little kid, but then become greatly upset at the thought of you growing up and no longer needing me.
But most of all...
I am your Mother. And don't you forget it.
I am the Chaser of the BogeyMan. I make sure my child can go to sleep in peace, knowing that the bad guys from the cartoon she was just watching are nowhere in sight.
I am the Doctor. I apply bandages and kisses to boo-boos and owies.
I am the Exterminator. As scary as it is for me, I kill baby spiders so tiny they can only be seen with a microscope or the eyes of a frightened 3-year-old.
I am the Clown. If my kid is scared or in pain, I will fall down, make funny faces, and talk in silly voices just to make her laugh.
I am the Diaper Changer. I've seen more poop and pee than a worker at the sewage treatment plant.
I am the Punisher. I seem larger than life and scary when my child has done something wrong.
I am the Chauffeur. I make sure my daughter gets to school, the doctor's office, the grocery store, her cousins' house, and anywhere else she may need to go. This identity gives many thanks to Grandma and Aunt Jenny, by the way!
I am the Keeper of the Remote Control. No one should fight me on this one. I don't care who you are, you'll lose. When it comes down to it, when there's something I want to watch, we will watch it.
I am the Toy Finder. I am the one who instructs my child to look in the bathtub or the cat's food dish when she's somehow misplaced her favorite baby horse for the 32nd consecutive time in one day; my daughter is continually amazed every time she finds the Toy Finder was right. And then she says, "I told you!"
I am Santa Clause. Shhh... Don't tell.
I am the Playmate. It's my duty to lose at every game, from checkers to ticklefests to video games.
I am the Teacher. I will show you all the important things in life. No, not the three R's. I teach truly important things, like how to play poker, the titles of every movie Johnny Depp has ever been in, and the importance of mascara.
I am your Maid. I constantly clean up your messes, even after telling you repeatedly that I am not your maid and that I will no longer clean up your messes.
I am the World's Biggest Hypocrite. Don't cuss, don't drink, don't smoke, don't do drugs, don't flunk out of college, don't eat junk, and don't eat too much fast food. Do as I say, not as I've done.
I am your Chef. I can open a can of Chef Boyardee like nobody's business and serve you your feast of raviolis.
I am the Great Contradictor. I tell you to grow up and punish you for acting like a little kid, but then become greatly upset at the thought of you growing up and no longer needing me.
But most of all...
I am your Mother. And don't you forget it.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Oh, lookie, more whining...
I have reached the stage of this pregnancy where I can no longer breathe. This causes me incessant aggravation. I'm not happy, not happy at all. So... I'm going to share Taryn's birth story, so we can compare later.
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With Taryn, I had placenta previa (basically the placenta was blocking her way out) and at the point I'm at now I was seeing the doctor every week. Oh goodie. I stopped working early cuz there was no way my fat self was getting behind the wheel of a minivan (and then out again) fifty plus times a day. Then, at magical week #40, I saw the doctor three times a week. We were doing stress tests and non-stress tests and cervical exams galore. The next week, I saw the doctor every day. Yes. Every day. On Thursday, I was set up with an appointment at the hospital to get that cervical softener goo. The doctor told me that should get everything rolling, but to come back Friday. Friday, no change.
At this point, I was certain I was literally going to be pregnant FOREVER. My doctor, way more optimistic. We setup an induction for Monday @ 5am, but the doctor is quick to assure that this baby "will definitely be born this weekend." Sure, doc. Whatever you say.
Of course, Sunday night came with absolutely no labor in sight. I was up having mini panic attacks all night, partly scared and partly way too excited to sleep. Arrived bright and early Monday morning for my induction, which they got underway very, very quickly. By 6am I was IV'd and having Pitocin contractions. Holy cow, that's not fun!
After that, the timing starts to get blurry for me, I don't remember what time anything happened really, just the order of events.
Later that day, I convinced the doctor I needed drugs (but NO epidural for me, nosiree!); then I was happy. After my three allotted hourly doses of IV pain meds I was told that I was just too exhausted and labor was going too slow and that I really should get an epidural. My mom says this was about 15 hours in, so maybe 8pm? The epidural came around an hour later.
I remember the nice nurse and the nice doctor both left. Both were replaced by evil sidekicks. Eventually (like almost 2am Tuesday morning) it was pushing time. Taryn was born at 2:37am amid doctor and nurses shouting if we didn't get this baby out we were having a c-section.
Yeah, 21 hour induced labor I really don't want to repeat.
I'm done now... Heh.
With Taryn, I had placenta previa (basically the placenta was blocking her way out) and at the point I'm at now I was seeing the doctor every week. Oh goodie. I stopped working early cuz there was no way my fat self was getting behind the wheel of a minivan (and then out again) fifty plus times a day. Then, at magical week #40, I saw the doctor three times a week. We were doing stress tests and non-stress tests and cervical exams galore. The next week, I saw the doctor every day. Yes. Every day. On Thursday, I was set up with an appointment at the hospital to get that cervical softener goo. The doctor told me that should get everything rolling, but to come back Friday. Friday, no change.
At this point, I was certain I was literally going to be pregnant FOREVER. My doctor, way more optimistic. We setup an induction for Monday @ 5am, but the doctor is quick to assure that this baby "will definitely be born this weekend." Sure, doc. Whatever you say.
Of course, Sunday night came with absolutely no labor in sight. I was up having mini panic attacks all night, partly scared and partly way too excited to sleep. Arrived bright and early Monday morning for my induction, which they got underway very, very quickly. By 6am I was IV'd and having Pitocin contractions. Holy cow, that's not fun!
After that, the timing starts to get blurry for me, I don't remember what time anything happened really, just the order of events.
Later that day, I convinced the doctor I needed drugs (but NO epidural for me, nosiree!); then I was happy. After my three allotted hourly doses of IV pain meds I was told that I was just too exhausted and labor was going too slow and that I really should get an epidural. My mom says this was about 15 hours in, so maybe 8pm? The epidural came around an hour later.
I remember the nice nurse and the nice doctor both left. Both were replaced by evil sidekicks. Eventually (like almost 2am Tuesday morning) it was pushing time. Taryn was born at 2:37am amid doctor and nurses shouting if we didn't get this baby out we were having a c-section.
Yeah, 21 hour induced labor I really don't want to repeat.
I'm done now... Heh.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Pregnancy Questions...
...Myspace style.
Your name? Leash
Fathers name? Eric
Are you still with him? Nope, he left.
Were you trying to get pregnant? Not really.
When did you find out? Less than a week later, I knew.
Were did you find out? I just knew. Confirmed it at the Health Department, after 3 positive home tests.
How far along were you? Only a few weeks.
What was your reaction? Mixed. Scared, excited. In denial. Depressed, anxious.
Who was the first person you told? My mom. Then Jenny.
How did you tell the father? When I tried to tell him he said he already knew.
What was his reaction? It was not pleasant.
When is your due date? March 21, 2008
Did you have any morning sickness? Only some.
What are your fears? Favoritism from their Daddy. Unpreparedness. Money.
What are you most happy about? He's healthy.
Did you want a boy or girl? I wanted a girl.
What did the father want boy or girl? He didn't.
Do you know what your haveing? It's a boy!
Do you have a name picked out? Devereaux. Middle name still up for debate.
How much weight have you gained? - 38 lbs. Yes, negative.
Have you felt the baby move? Oh yes, lots and lots.
Are you keeping the baby? Of course.
Do you plan on a natural or medicated birth? I like drugs. Hate epidurals, but I like drugs.
Are you scared about labor? Not really. Taryn's was really bad.
What do you think will be the worst part of labor? If it's induced.
Have you taken any classes? I took a class during my first pregnancy.
Who will be in the delivery room? Me. Duh. Probably Jenny and my mom.
Are you having the birth videotaped? Nope.
Do you think you will cry when you see the baby for the first time? I dunno.
What do you think the fathers reaction to the baby will be? He doesn't seem to have strong feelings either way anymore.
How do you think family and friends will feel? Certain people I know will be excited.
Your name? Leash
Fathers name? Eric
Are you still with him? Nope, he left.
Were you trying to get pregnant? Not really.
When did you find out? Less than a week later, I knew.
Were did you find out? I just knew. Confirmed it at the Health Department, after 3 positive home tests.
How far along were you? Only a few weeks.
What was your reaction? Mixed. Scared, excited. In denial. Depressed, anxious.
Who was the first person you told? My mom. Then Jenny.
How did you tell the father? When I tried to tell him he said he already knew.
What was his reaction? It was not pleasant.
When is your due date? March 21, 2008
Did you have any morning sickness? Only some.
What are your fears? Favoritism from their Daddy. Unpreparedness. Money.
What are you most happy about? He's healthy.
Did you want a boy or girl? I wanted a girl.
What did the father want boy or girl? He didn't.
Do you know what your haveing? It's a boy!
Do you have a name picked out? Devereaux. Middle name still up for debate.
How much weight have you gained? - 38 lbs. Yes, negative.
Have you felt the baby move? Oh yes, lots and lots.
Are you keeping the baby? Of course.
Do you plan on a natural or medicated birth? I like drugs. Hate epidurals, but I like drugs.
Are you scared about labor? Not really. Taryn's was really bad.
What do you think will be the worst part of labor? If it's induced.
Have you taken any classes? I took a class during my first pregnancy.
Who will be in the delivery room? Me. Duh. Probably Jenny and my mom.
Are you having the birth videotaped? Nope.
Do you think you will cry when you see the baby for the first time? I dunno.
What do you think the fathers reaction to the baby will be? He doesn't seem to have strong feelings either way anymore.
How do you think family and friends will feel? Certain people I know will be excited.
My Diet
Went to kitchen to grab a VitaminWater (oh, how I love those things) from the fridge.
Spied cream cheese container on fridge shelf. It was looking rather forlorn.
Hunted through kitchen for suitable mate for the pitiful cream cheese.
Found San Francisco Sourdough Snacks in bread basket.
Commenced with spreading cream cheese on sourdough snacks.
Got bored with the over-seasoned sourdough snacks after only a handful.
Called Mom to whine about not having any bagels for my poor cream cheese.
Mom suggests toast. Or a spoon.
Eat a spoonful of cream cheese. Decide not to do that anymore.
Return to kichen to put food away. And to grab the VitaminWater I had previously forgotten.
Spy Poptarts (the Frosted Strawberry kind) on the cabinet shelf. Only ONE pack left!
Seriously consider spreading cream cheese on said poptarts.
Decide not to do that while waiting for toaster.
Eat a handful of marshmallows instead.
Happily munch Strawberry Poptarts, at 6:30pm. VitaminWater yet again forgotten.
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And the doctor says that I've lost another 2 1/2 lbs as of today.
Don't hate me.
Spied cream cheese container on fridge shelf. It was looking rather forlorn.
Hunted through kitchen for suitable mate for the pitiful cream cheese.
Found San Francisco Sourdough Snacks in bread basket.
Commenced with spreading cream cheese on sourdough snacks.
Got bored with the over-seasoned sourdough snacks after only a handful.
Called Mom to whine about not having any bagels for my poor cream cheese.
Mom suggests toast. Or a spoon.
Eat a spoonful of cream cheese. Decide not to do that anymore.
Return to kichen to put food away. And to grab the VitaminWater I had previously forgotten.
Spy Poptarts (the Frosted Strawberry kind) on the cabinet shelf. Only ONE pack left!
Seriously consider spreading cream cheese on said poptarts.
Decide not to do that while waiting for toaster.
Eat a handful of marshmallows instead.
Happily munch Strawberry Poptarts, at 6:30pm. VitaminWater yet again forgotten.
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And the doctor says that I've lost another 2 1/2 lbs as of today.
Don't hate me.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
In The Beginning...
My very first blog post! Yay. And also, ohmigosh, what am I getting myself into?
I believe I need an outlet, hopefully a creative one. This shall be my place to vent and rant and whine. (Ye have been warned!)
I am a single mommy of one, currently, but #2 is very much on the way. I will of course share much more about myself as time goes on. I have no secrets... Okay, maybe a few, but I'm pretty much an open book.
For anyone who happens upon my musings, please feel free to leave a comment and say HI!!!
I believe I need an outlet, hopefully a creative one. This shall be my place to vent and rant and whine. (Ye have been warned!)
I am a single mommy of one, currently, but #2 is very much on the way. I will of course share much more about myself as time goes on. I have no secrets... Okay, maybe a few, but I'm pretty much an open book.
For anyone who happens upon my musings, please feel free to leave a comment and say HI!!!
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