Today is the eve of my due date, so I decided to quit life for a little bit. I've had contractions all day and I feel a little stretched. I decided I don't need to be as physical as I have been lately. Not that I've been working out..no...no...no...far from it. But I have been out shopping, hauling boxes up and down stairs and setting up house. Today I should have gone in to get the car fixed but fortunately, they didn't have the part yet. Good thing because I think I just need a break. I watched a movie last night and will hopefully find something good tonight. I had My Hero help with dinner and clean-up AND Missy's bath time. Ahhhhhhhhhh. I feel like I'm really getting the night off. I usually feel bad when I have My Hero help out after he's had a long day but since I'll be spending a few days and nights in the hospital I want him and Missy to get used to each other.
I'm thinking...if I'm ever pregnant again I do not want to move, fly, have hubby away, or be enrolled in a class. I want to live in one place and just wait.
Yep...I quit. And it feels pretty good. :)
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Saturday, August 1, 2009
I will not.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my duaghter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
There. I think I learned my lesson.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my duaghter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
I will not take my daughter shopping during nap time.
There. I think I learned my lesson.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Life of the "New Girl"
It's sad to be the new girl and have no one notice your new haircut. Oh well. I guess I'll just get used to it.
Do you like being new or do you hate it?
Do you like being new or do you hate it?
Monday, July 20, 2009
My husband was right
My husband is right about lots of things but this one in particular I want to point out.
A few months ago, My Hero suggested the purchase of a GPS unit for the car. "Ugh" I balked. "Can't we just go on Google maps and scratch down the directions on the back of a receipt in purple ink? That would save a lot of money."
We did buy the GPS unit and it has become my best friend. I especially enjoyed it's friendship today when I drove into Baltimore for the first time. So many streets, so many jay-walkers, but that little voice kept me focused. On the way home I had to detour because of construction and she just figured out a different way. Oh how she makes life so peaceful and secure.
I really am so grateful for that little piece of technology and I am grateful for My Hero for being so right!
What about you? What piece of technology do you love right now? Do you love it or secretly hate it if your hubby is right?
A few months ago, My Hero suggested the purchase of a GPS unit for the car. "Ugh" I balked. "Can't we just go on Google maps and scratch down the directions on the back of a receipt in purple ink? That would save a lot of money."
We did buy the GPS unit and it has become my best friend. I especially enjoyed it's friendship today when I drove into Baltimore for the first time. So many streets, so many jay-walkers, but that little voice kept me focused. On the way home I had to detour because of construction and she just figured out a different way. Oh how she makes life so peaceful and secure.
I really am so grateful for that little piece of technology and I am grateful for My Hero for being so right!
What about you? What piece of technology do you love right now? Do you love it or secretly hate it if your hubby is right?
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
The Equation in my Mind
My feelings of worth, when it comes to motherhood, waver from time to time. During some moments I feel like nothing is more important than what I am doing, and other times I feel like I'm at the bottom of the food chain.
For the past few weeks I've definitely been low. Moving across the country and not having a home for a week and now waiting for "things" in an empty house has added to feelings of inadequacy. "What is it that I do again?" I ask myself. What makes it even harder is the fact My Hero is making the most amount of money than he ever has in our 5 years of marriage. Good, yes, I'm not complaining. It's just that I compare myself in a big way. We have been going out and making big purchases for our home and family and I can't help but feel that he is more important because he makes the money. The equation in my mind goes like this: Making Money=Important, I don't make money=I'm not important.
Fortunately, after hitting a low there is no where to go but up! This morning Missy was helping me make breakfast (her new favorite task). I said, "Ok, let's make eggs." "Pan," she says, and heads to find the pan. Then I got her up on the counter to help. "Butter," she says. Then, "Cook" then "Careful." I couldn't believe all the words that were coming out of her mouth and I suddenly realized that she learned them all from me.
Later, we sat down in our camping chairs and upside down diaper box to enjoy our breakfast together and for the first time I asked, "Missy would you say the prayer?" "K" she says and puts down her juice. She folds her arms and brings them up to cover her eyes and begins, "Heavenly Father, mumble mumble, Food...Eggs...Amen!"
So, I may not be able to buy a car but I teach my little one how to speak, and I'm not able to buy new furniture but I teach my daughter to pray. It makes me realize how perfect the Lord's plan is to have a husband who can provide and a mother who can nurture. I guess I'm not at the bottom of the food chain after all.
What about you? How have you been feeling lately?
For the past few weeks I've definitely been low. Moving across the country and not having a home for a week and now waiting for "things" in an empty house has added to feelings of inadequacy. "What is it that I do again?" I ask myself. What makes it even harder is the fact My Hero is making the most amount of money than he ever has in our 5 years of marriage. Good, yes, I'm not complaining. It's just that I compare myself in a big way. We have been going out and making big purchases for our home and family and I can't help but feel that he is more important because he makes the money. The equation in my mind goes like this: Making Money=Important, I don't make money=I'm not important.
Fortunately, after hitting a low there is no where to go but up! This morning Missy was helping me make breakfast (her new favorite task). I said, "Ok, let's make eggs." "Pan," she says, and heads to find the pan. Then I got her up on the counter to help. "Butter," she says. Then, "Cook" then "Careful." I couldn't believe all the words that were coming out of her mouth and I suddenly realized that she learned them all from me.
Later, we sat down in our camping chairs and upside down diaper box to enjoy our breakfast together and for the first time I asked, "Missy would you say the prayer?" "K" she says and puts down her juice. She folds her arms and brings them up to cover her eyes and begins, "Heavenly Father, mumble mumble, Food...Eggs...Amen!"
So, I may not be able to buy a car but I teach my little one how to speak, and I'm not able to buy new furniture but I teach my daughter to pray. It makes me realize how perfect the Lord's plan is to have a husband who can provide and a mother who can nurture. I guess I'm not at the bottom of the food chain after all.
What about you? How have you been feeling lately?
Monday, May 25, 2009
Still got it!
Today while I was driving, some guys in a car waved, smiled and honked the horn at me. It was a bit shocking since I haven't had random guys flirt with me since way back when flirting was my only means of communicating with the opposite gender.
I flashed a cheesy smile which I'm sure made their day. If they have to resort to flirting while driving then I'm pretty sure any form of reaction would make them feel pretty good about themselves.
What made me giggle more than the attention was the fact that they couldn't see my wedding band or the bulge that is my 7-month-pregnant belly. HA! If only they knew.
When was the last time someone flirted with you? Were you flattered or just creeped out?
I flashed a cheesy smile which I'm sure made their day. If they have to resort to flirting while driving then I'm pretty sure any form of reaction would make them feel pretty good about themselves.
What made me giggle more than the attention was the fact that they couldn't see my wedding band or the bulge that is my 7-month-pregnant belly. HA! If only they knew.
When was the last time someone flirted with you? Were you flattered or just creeped out?
Friday, May 8, 2009
Pregnancy Discrimination.
It exists. And I hate it.
When I was pregnant with my first child, I was finishing up school and doing my student teaching. Student teaching is by far one of the worst experiences anyone ever has to go through, in my personal opinion at least. I did not get along with my cooperating teacher and communication was dismal. So when my supervisor from the college wrote on my letter of recommendation all the wonderful things I did in the classroom, you can imagine my surprise when he went on to blame the dysfunctional relationship between the cooperating teacher and me on, what else? Pregnancy. Shock, utter shock. How can one (or two or three in my case) be so narrow minded and flat out stupid? I was appalled and of course nothing was done about it, even though I complained. Heck, he even spelled my name wrong.
So why am I bringing this up? Because the sensitive nerve that was afflicted many years ago was hurt again today. I called my health insurance provider because I was confused about 2 bills I received and a claim summary. I thought the claim summary went along with the bill and didn't know why I received a second bill. I thought the bill was paid for and take care of. Also, it didn't add up that the claim summary was not the same amount as the bill. If all that was confusing for you to read then you can imagine my state of mind. The lady on the phone was able to clear up the simple matter and let me know the bill was still pending (which is why I received another bill from the DR) and the claim summary was for lab work done on a wart. I have been to a doctor about 1,000 times in the last 10 years for my wart and no one has ever taken a biopsy -- until a month ago. I forgot about that lab work.
So all in all it was a simple misunderstanding on my part and I was grateful to have it cleared up. Perhaps the woman on the line didn't want me to feel stupid or embarrassed so she offered this explanation, "Oh, you are pregnant." Excuse me? I wanted to say. I have been alive for 314 months and have only been pregnant for 15. And let me tell you...I have made A LOT of dumb mistakes. So please, please, please, do not blame my silly error on the MIRACLE that is happening in my body.
When I was pregnant with my first child, I was finishing up school and doing my student teaching. Student teaching is by far one of the worst experiences anyone ever has to go through, in my personal opinion at least. I did not get along with my cooperating teacher and communication was dismal. So when my supervisor from the college wrote on my letter of recommendation all the wonderful things I did in the classroom, you can imagine my surprise when he went on to blame the dysfunctional relationship between the cooperating teacher and me on, what else? Pregnancy. Shock, utter shock. How can one (or two or three in my case) be so narrow minded and flat out stupid? I was appalled and of course nothing was done about it, even though I complained. Heck, he even spelled my name wrong.
So why am I bringing this up? Because the sensitive nerve that was afflicted many years ago was hurt again today. I called my health insurance provider because I was confused about 2 bills I received and a claim summary. I thought the claim summary went along with the bill and didn't know why I received a second bill. I thought the bill was paid for and take care of. Also, it didn't add up that the claim summary was not the same amount as the bill. If all that was confusing for you to read then you can imagine my state of mind. The lady on the phone was able to clear up the simple matter and let me know the bill was still pending (which is why I received another bill from the DR) and the claim summary was for lab work done on a wart. I have been to a doctor about 1,000 times in the last 10 years for my wart and no one has ever taken a biopsy -- until a month ago. I forgot about that lab work.
So all in all it was a simple misunderstanding on my part and I was grateful to have it cleared up. Perhaps the woman on the line didn't want me to feel stupid or embarrassed so she offered this explanation, "Oh, you are pregnant." Excuse me? I wanted to say. I have been alive for 314 months and have only been pregnant for 15. And let me tell you...I have made A LOT of dumb mistakes. So please, please, please, do not blame my silly error on the MIRACLE that is happening in my body.
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