Well, here I am. bored as all hell, and no where to go. I figure no one pays attention to my posts anywhere I put them, so I might as well be talking to myself.
I think lauryn is cutting her molars. She has the top two teeth, and I can see the bottom two teeth coming in; but the back of her gums are swollen as well, and when I rub on them, she gnaws on me. I think its too early for that, no?
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Holy Moley!!
I can't even believe it!! I still tear up sometimes just thinking about how lucky I am right now...
Last week, about Monday or so, I got an email from Dax Moy's website, directing me to this post on his blog; http://dailydoseofdax.blogspot.com/2009/06/human-fat-loss-guinea-pigs-wanted-lose.html.
Well, I left a comment, because I have wanted to get in on his Look Good Naked Challenge in the past, but never had the extra money to do it. I have been thinking about jumping in and doing something for quite a while now; I'm tired of my body, and I want to change it. Not only do I want to look good (obviously, that's what everyone wants) but I want a body I can depend on. I don't want bad joints, I don't want bad posture, or a bad back; I want to be as fit and active and able to do whatever I want for as long as I am alive; I have seen first hand too many times what lack of exercise can do to you (and on the flip side, I've seen those women who are 60 who have exercised their whole lives, and look like they are 40). I've seen the benefits, and I know that I need to be in the "fit at 60" category, and not like my grandmother (or mother) and bedridden at 50 (or dead at 45).
I think it is something every woman goes through after having a baby; its almost like you are given free-range for 9 months to "let go", and then you have the baby, and your world is upside down, and you have to get used to the whole new addition, and the new routine. Things were almost extra crazy around here; my husband was laid off for 6 months, finally went back to work, and then 2 weeks later was put on a third shift schedule; which means he works midnight till 7 am. So he sleeps all day. This schedule has been wearing on me a lot; and right now, in the dead heat of summer (not really, I'm sure it will get hotter around here, heat index is only about 106) our AC is still broken, which makes it hard to cook, or be in any other room of the house besides the one he is sleeping in.
Well, after commenting on his blog, and waiting the whole week, I finally checked the blog on Saturday (after not getting an email with the results), and ....
I WAS PICKED!!!
I cannot believe it. I just, I can't believe. It was shaking, I was trying not to cry so I could see what I was doing; I had to go through ALL the comments to make sure I was the only Amanda, lol, and then I sent an email to verify my status.
Now, I'm on his group, and I'm spending today getting ready for the challenge.
So, anyway, I've started a new blog to follow that challenge; come visit me some time, cheer me on my way ;)
http://amandas30in30challenge.blogspot.com/
Last week, about Monday or so, I got an email from Dax Moy's website, directing me to this post on his blog; http://dailydoseofdax.blogspot.com/2009/06/human-fat-loss-guinea-pigs-wanted-lose.html.
Well, I left a comment, because I have wanted to get in on his Look Good Naked Challenge in the past, but never had the extra money to do it. I have been thinking about jumping in and doing something for quite a while now; I'm tired of my body, and I want to change it. Not only do I want to look good (obviously, that's what everyone wants) but I want a body I can depend on. I don't want bad joints, I don't want bad posture, or a bad back; I want to be as fit and active and able to do whatever I want for as long as I am alive; I have seen first hand too many times what lack of exercise can do to you (and on the flip side, I've seen those women who are 60 who have exercised their whole lives, and look like they are 40). I've seen the benefits, and I know that I need to be in the "fit at 60" category, and not like my grandmother (or mother) and bedridden at 50 (or dead at 45).
I think it is something every woman goes through after having a baby; its almost like you are given free-range for 9 months to "let go", and then you have the baby, and your world is upside down, and you have to get used to the whole new addition, and the new routine. Things were almost extra crazy around here; my husband was laid off for 6 months, finally went back to work, and then 2 weeks later was put on a third shift schedule; which means he works midnight till 7 am. So he sleeps all day. This schedule has been wearing on me a lot; and right now, in the dead heat of summer (not really, I'm sure it will get hotter around here, heat index is only about 106) our AC is still broken, which makes it hard to cook, or be in any other room of the house besides the one he is sleeping in.
Well, after commenting on his blog, and waiting the whole week, I finally checked the blog on Saturday (after not getting an email with the results), and ....
I WAS PICKED!!!
I cannot believe it. I just, I can't believe. It was shaking, I was trying not to cry so I could see what I was doing; I had to go through ALL the comments to make sure I was the only Amanda, lol, and then I sent an email to verify my status.
Now, I'm on his group, and I'm spending today getting ready for the challenge.
So, anyway, I've started a new blog to follow that challenge; come visit me some time, cheer me on my way ;)
http://amandas30in30challenge.blogspot.com/
Friday, February 27, 2009
Today is our anniversary!
My husband and I have been married 10 years today. Can't believe it!
And my oldest little girl will be 9 in March. Yikes!!
And my oldest little girl will be 9 in March. Yikes!!
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Getting ready to get back on track
So, I feel like I've had a pretty easy time of it, postpartum-wise. Not to go into great detail, but I didn't have a lot of damage or pain; at approximately 2 weeks I felt back to normal. I'm about 4 pounds away from my pre-pregnancy weight; now I need to lose that initial 40 I was trying to lose before I got pregnant! I've been meaning to take pictures to start my journey, but I'm only 4 weeks postpartum. I'm still technically "healing", although, like I said, I've felt normal for a few weeks now. So, I'll wait for the 6-week mark, just to be sure, and then I'll take starter photos, and get started on working out. I need to really research what I can eat and what is ok while I'm breastfeeding; surely its ok to lose weight, but I'm sure its not ok to do it with a severely restricted diet; don't want to mess with my milk production ;)
Monday, January 26, 2009
The birth of Lauryn Isabella
I haven't spent much time on the puter lately, so I'll make this fast
The only thing I can say about Monday is that I didn't have any contractions, lol. I had been having contractions off and on since New Years, so I've spent all month thinking "any day now", and then Monday was relatively uneventful. So, I woke up at 1 oclock in the morning, early Tuesday, with stomach pains, and needing to go to the bathroom. After 20-30 mins, and noticing that my contractions were about a minute apart, I was feeling like we needed to go to the hospital. I didn't want to go in early; I hated laboring in that bed for hours with my first DD. So, I turn on a few lights, and I'm sitting in my computer chair, trying to get myself ready (it was hard moving around and getting stuff with contractions so close together). I was about to wake up hubby, when he woke up because of the lights. He gets up to go to the bathroom, and I said "so you about ready to go?" and of course, him being a man, "go where?"
So, we call the necessary people (the ones who said call no matter what time), and he's helping me gather up my stuff so I can get dressed and stuff, he's waking up kids and getting them ready, and we finally leave to go to the hospital. It was about 2:20 when we walked in. My sister and neighbor were already there; they had beat us to the hospital so we left the kids with them in the waiting room while I walked back to L&D desk to check in. I think its weird, they don't ask me any questions or anything, they just get my information, sign some papers, and then take me back to the room where they leave you to labor before they move you into the delivery room. I was getting on the bed, moving ever so slowly because I'm still having contractions, and the nurse checked me, and was like, OMG, your an 8! and I feel the bag bulging, and right about then it popped. So they are all freaking out because first, I walked up to L&D at an 8, and second, I was an 8, lol.
So they move me into a delivery room, call the doc, try to get everything set up, etc. My sister comes in to be in there with us. Soon, I was getting the urge to bear down with my contractions, and the doc wasn't there yet, so I told my hubby to go get a nurse, cause I needed to push. She comes in and says "the doc will be here soon" (Um, that's great, so will the baby! Why don't people listen to the mamas in labor?) so about that time, he walks in, and he's all calm and nice, shaking everyone's hand and introducing himself (he wasn't my doc, he was just a doc in the same practice) and he's getting his gown on, and mask, and gloves, and about that time, I was getting another contraction. He was standing right in front of me, so I figured he was ready, lol. My groans changed to screams, and I pushed her out. I had my eyes closed, was concentrating on her, and the feeling and everything else. NO one told me to stop (like they did with my son, once his head was out, they said "stop pushing!") so I just kept going until I felt the relief of having delivered. Apparently, no one was paying any attention to me, and didn't notice that I had just delivered my baby. My husband and sister both said they thought the doc was going to drop her, and DH said he was trying to play it cool, but he was flustered at not having noticed, lol. So they squeegie out her nose and mouth, and then he tries to unwrap the cord (it was wrapped around her twice, and it was also pulled into a knot) before he handed her to me; and that's that. I'm in love with my little girl, and she was born an hour after walking into the hospital. After the doc handed her to me, he said "that was literally a 1 push delivery!" lol.
She was born at 3:28 am on Tuesday, 01/20/2009. She weighed 7 lbs and 14 ounces (she's my "middle" child; my daughter was 1 lb lighter, and my son was 1 lb heavier) and she was 19 inches long. She has a shock of dark black hair, and deep, dark blue eyes. We're well established in the nursing, even if it does make mommy cry a bit right now and we're still learning the CDs
Here's a link for the hossy pics
http://www.our365.com/NewbornPortraits/BabyDetail.aspx?birthid=c31ea7d0-c180-4d4d-aced-0238fda31bf6
The only thing I can say about Monday is that I didn't have any contractions, lol. I had been having contractions off and on since New Years, so I've spent all month thinking "any day now", and then Monday was relatively uneventful. So, I woke up at 1 oclock in the morning, early Tuesday, with stomach pains, and needing to go to the bathroom. After 20-30 mins, and noticing that my contractions were about a minute apart, I was feeling like we needed to go to the hospital. I didn't want to go in early; I hated laboring in that bed for hours with my first DD. So, I turn on a few lights, and I'm sitting in my computer chair, trying to get myself ready (it was hard moving around and getting stuff with contractions so close together). I was about to wake up hubby, when he woke up because of the lights. He gets up to go to the bathroom, and I said "so you about ready to go?" and of course, him being a man, "go where?"
So, we call the necessary people (the ones who said call no matter what time), and he's helping me gather up my stuff so I can get dressed and stuff, he's waking up kids and getting them ready, and we finally leave to go to the hospital. It was about 2:20 when we walked in. My sister and neighbor were already there; they had beat us to the hospital so we left the kids with them in the waiting room while I walked back to L&D desk to check in. I think its weird, they don't ask me any questions or anything, they just get my information, sign some papers, and then take me back to the room where they leave you to labor before they move you into the delivery room. I was getting on the bed, moving ever so slowly because I'm still having contractions, and the nurse checked me, and was like, OMG, your an 8! and I feel the bag bulging, and right about then it popped. So they are all freaking out because first, I walked up to L&D at an 8, and second, I was an 8, lol.
So they move me into a delivery room, call the doc, try to get everything set up, etc. My sister comes in to be in there with us. Soon, I was getting the urge to bear down with my contractions, and the doc wasn't there yet, so I told my hubby to go get a nurse, cause I needed to push. She comes in and says "the doc will be here soon" (Um, that's great, so will the baby! Why don't people listen to the mamas in labor?) so about that time, he walks in, and he's all calm and nice, shaking everyone's hand and introducing himself (he wasn't my doc, he was just a doc in the same practice) and he's getting his gown on, and mask, and gloves, and about that time, I was getting another contraction. He was standing right in front of me, so I figured he was ready, lol. My groans changed to screams, and I pushed her out. I had my eyes closed, was concentrating on her, and the feeling and everything else. NO one told me to stop (like they did with my son, once his head was out, they said "stop pushing!") so I just kept going until I felt the relief of having delivered. Apparently, no one was paying any attention to me, and didn't notice that I had just delivered my baby. My husband and sister both said they thought the doc was going to drop her, and DH said he was trying to play it cool, but he was flustered at not having noticed, lol. So they squeegie out her nose and mouth, and then he tries to unwrap the cord (it was wrapped around her twice, and it was also pulled into a knot) before he handed her to me; and that's that. I'm in love with my little girl, and she was born an hour after walking into the hospital. After the doc handed her to me, he said "that was literally a 1 push delivery!" lol.
She was born at 3:28 am on Tuesday, 01/20/2009. She weighed 7 lbs and 14 ounces (she's my "middle" child; my daughter was 1 lb lighter, and my son was 1 lb heavier) and she was 19 inches long. She has a shock of dark black hair, and deep, dark blue eyes. We're well established in the nursing, even if it does make mommy cry a bit right now and we're still learning the CDs
Here's a link for the hossy pics
http://www.our365.com/NewbornPortraits/BabyDetail.aspx?birthid=c31ea7d0-c180-4d4d-aced-0238fda31bf6
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