And I'm Still Alive....

I know you probably thought I fell off the face of the Earth but no, I've just been having a baby. She finally arrived on June 24th at 6 pounds 13 ounces. Anyway it has been an adjustment having an extra little person around the house. I had a fairly normal delivery with just a few stitches in strategic locations. (She just wasn't small enough I guess.) I went into the hospital with contractions on June 3 originally. They told me to go home and lie down and drink water. Completely ignoring the fact that with a six and a four year old at home, there is no lying down allowed, after drinking as much water as I could stand, I lost four pounds in the last three weeks of my pregnancy. Also, the contractions really didn't stop so much as come less frequently. Verrrry Annoying. So I felt some relief when I finally started dialating on the 21st. My water broke early in the morning of the 24th. Baby girl was born at 7:20 am.



Now here is why I love my family. Everyone who brought gifts for the baby also managed to remember mommy. I got cake, wine, and seven books. My family knows me so well. Now that I'm finished with the books I'm just about ready to enter the blogging world again. I'll be around in the next day or so to say hello.


I hope everyone will have a wonderful 4th. We'll be grilling in proper independence day fashion if we can keep from wilting in the upper 90 temperatures which are being forecast.




Sorry I totally meant to post pics with this. Well we'll just have to have a picture post on Monday.

What the Hell Wednesday - 6/2/2010

You know what the worst thing about a hot, humid day in the 80's? It's having a pool you can't swim in. Picture it, nice cool pool water, hot sunny day, not allowed to get in. WTH, right? Our condo association has the pool only open on weekends until the 20th or something. Fascist pigs. Cheap bastards. Masochists.

So I went to the doctor yesterday. She claims that 1. I haven't gained any weight in 4 weeks and 2. the baby isn't big enough to be 36 weeks. (more like 31 weeks) WTH?! What does that mean? I certainly hope she doesn't expect me to carry this baby another nine weeks because that ain't happening. She referred me for a follow up ultrasound so they could check on things. Idiot doctors.

The four year old has been singing Come Out and Play by The Offspring lately. WTH? I don't even know where he got it from. I mean it may have been on the radio at one point but how he managed to pick up the lyrics is beyond me. Well I suppose it's better than some of the things the six year old sings.

These complaints brought to you by the Blue Monkey Butt sisters, for all your complaining needs...at least on Wednesdays.

Five Question Friday 5/28

(This is where I get lazy and don't want to think of something original to write and you get to have all your nosy questions answered.) LOL


Five Question Friday!





1. Is there something you've always wanted to try but you can't muster up the courage to actually do yet?

Not really. All the things that I want to do but can't are being held up by pregnancy, children, marriage, money, etc. etc.





2. If you had $100 handed to you in cash without your significant other knowing about it, what would you spend it on?

I'd go out for a really nice lunch with the kids in Ruby Tuesday or something. Then we'd hit the bookstore. (I know, I sooo live on the wild side.)

3. What was your favorite piece of playground equipment as a child?

I always loved the swings. I still do but personally I can't swing as high or fast anymore because I get dizzy. It's very annoying.


4. Do you prefer a sweet or hearty breakfast?

Definitely a hearty breakfast. I don't have much of a sweet tooth. As a matter of fact, I find it difficult to eat sweets at all before lunch. My favorite breakfast is eggs, bacon, home fries, bagels and orange juice.




5. Are you a Neat Freak or a Messy Bessy?

This is a tough one. I really wouldn't consider myself either. In our house it's really a combination of my husband and I that keep the house neat. I can't stand the dirt and he can't stand the clutter. It's a miracle we have anything really. I don't function well when everything is a mess but at the same time I hate to clean. It's a dilemma.


Hope you all have a wonderful Memorial Day weekend!!

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

Okay first an update on the contractions. I had contraction 8 or 9 minutes apart for most of Tuesday. After I made dinner, gave the kids baths and put them to bed I was able to lay down and put my feet up and they slowed and stopped. (Will wonders never cease?) So from this I can conclude 1) that the baby was objecting to my having to run around doing errands and chores all day or 2) she wants out and I shouldn't stop moving until she does. Guess which one I'm going with? That's the good.

Six year old's think that they are original. This morning my six year old took his vitamin wrapped it up in his napkin and then attempted to throw it away. He was a little surprised by the fact that I was on to him. Then he proceeded to have a temper tantrum on the floor in lieu of taking the aforementioned vitamin. For this bad behavior, he is going to have a very, very bad afternoon.

Now for the ugly behavior of the four year old. He fell asleep in the car on the way home from school. I woke him up to bring him in the house. This was his response. "I don't like you. I don't like Dad and I don't like you. I only like the six year old and myself. I don't like you because I only like people who go away." He quickly changed his tune when I went inside and left him alone outside.

Thank you for joining me for this episode of the good the bad and the ugly. Here's hoping your Thursday has more good and less bad and ugly.

Random Tuesday: Where No One Gets Shot, Unfortunately

Today is my sister's birthday. The baby girl is trying to steal her birthday. That's right, I'm typing this while having contractions nine minutes apart. Is that blogger dedication or what???

Possibly, they are just Braxton-Hicks. Braxton-Hicks should be shot. Just saying.

Speaking of people who should be shot....my husband was blaming me for because he received a collection letter for a service we cancelled in January. Hello, is it my fault??? I called them and took care of it this morning. Seriously, I don't get paid enough for this crap. Wait. I don't get paid. That sucks. See if he got shot, I'd get paid. I mean, that's what I paid that life insurance bill for. Life is all kinds of not fair.

I hate finales. If they expect me to tune in, it better be for new episodes. Maybe the TV execs should be shot too!

I have to go to the supermarket but I think shopping while having contractions is above and beyond the call of duty. I don't get paid enough for that either.

So that's all for random Tuesday. (Sarcasm provided at no extra charge.)

Monday Morning

It's Monday and I'm still pregnant. It's enough already I tell you. Anyway, since I'm too tired to do anything, (Even writing this is exhausting) I thought I'd share with you one of my new favorite songs. It's totally appropriate.

Crazy Dreams

So the other night I had two wild dreams. Normally my dreams are the run of the mill. For instance Mike Holmes coming to build me my dream house. (It totally could happen.) I think.

Anyway, in the first we are going to a museum as a family. (That's not the crazy part even though I doubt my husband would be caught dead in a museum.) So for some reason there is a super long line waiting to park in the parking garage down the street from the museum (as if a huge sporting event was going on or something) So I decided (and here's the crazy part) to let the six year old drop me off in front and park the car himself. So while my son is parking the car in this multi level garage down the street, the hubby and I are walking around looking at paintings. So at some point, I decided that the six year old was taking too long, so walk over to the garage to find him. When I get there I find my car but no son and here's where it occurs to me that he might have gotten lost on the way back from the garage. Then I receive a call from the gatehouse at my condo complex that my son is there and crying cause he can't find me. SMH. How he got there without the car is beyond me.




In the next dream, I'm in Massachusetts going to the movie theater in some hick town somewhere. Now this co-worker of mine asks for directions to said hick town. (Ignore the fact that I don't work and therefore don't have any co-workers) So instead of having GPS like a normal person in this day and age and instead of just printing out directions from Mapquest or Google or Yahoo, I proceed to write out longhand these directions. So this guy keeps making fun of me because for some reason I continuously misspell these directions. Don't ask me why, even as I was having the dream, I was thinking that the words were too simple to be misspelled but there you go.

Anywho, I had these two dreams back to back which might mean something but I don't know what.