Jan 14, 2013

All in a Name

My "due" date is this coming Friday. I use quotation marks because babies come when they feel like & this looming date is just making me more and more anxious:/ But really, that's another post on its own.  After contraction city--"real" or non-- practically all week, accompanied by some bloody show, I was certain that baby would have been born this weekend. I even had my mom come down for the weekend just in case.

You'd think 39 Weeks into this we would have exact names picked out. Wrong! It wasn't this difficult last time! I love not knowing the sex of the baby until he/she is born. However, with us banging our heads against the wall trying to conjure up something as wonderful & seemingly fitting as our 1st child's name is, I sometimes wish we'd found out the sex so we could at least narrow it down. Too late now. So here we sit-with a few names, in no particular order of preference or order as first or middle name. When my mom was here, the 3 of us sat around talking about names. Some were serious options, but the conversation was mostly dominated by funny options. "What about Thor? That's a strong name". Ugh! If Jeff could be in complete control of naming i'm almost certain our child, if a boy, would be Jed as a 1st name I.Knight as middle. Never.Gonna.Happen! Sorry dude. Then we collectively came up with Tera Uranus for a girl. And then laughed & cried about it for a solid 20 minutes. Jeff posted it on Facebook & I was certain everyone would get the joke. But obviously, some of my loved ones are more dense than others &I had to actually spell it out for them-a tear in your anus. Hardy har har. COME ON PEOPLE!

But that got me to thinking about all the Moonbeams, Apples, Pilots, La-Ah (the dash is pronounced), Hashtags and other random named children out there. Kids with randomly placed apostrophes in an otherwise normal name. L'ara N'acole anyone?! knock it the fuck off! (unless you're Hawaiian & the ' actually serves a purpose). And don't even get me started on people who seem to grab a handful of scrabble tiles and make up the most random name they can out of the letters they were dealt.

Don't get me wrong-you carried the baby for 9 months, have the stretch marks & looming hemorrhoids to prove it. You can name the baby whateva the fuck you want! But why would you? Name them something that won't cause perpetual confusion every time someone tries to spell or pronounce it. I get it--you are unique & so is your child. You want something that's not boring and normal. I'm sure some think our daughter's name is too Hippy-ish. Whatever that means.

But what do I know? I'm having a baby with someone who just said Tera Uranus is no longer an option but Harry Uranus is on the table for a boy. It's times like these that I wish babies were born with a name tag.

Do you have any funny/weird/odd names in your family or circle of friends that make you ponder Wtf the parentals were thinking?

Jan 10, 2013


I hit 39 weeks tomorrow. Earlier this week I was contracting a lot and would've sworn that things were going to progress and we'd be holding a baby in our arms instead of still in my uterus. Alas, this baby is comfy and cozy and NOT gracing us with its presence anytime soon.  Or not too early, at least. Instead of "nesting" (which I think is a crock of shit), I have been trying to keep Lilly as busy as possible with new projects and fun things to do.  You know, before the baby comes and we spend the next month trying to sleep, yet still spend time with her.  I see a lot of Sesame Street and Dora in our near future.  OMG thank you Dora!  There is just something about that girl that Lilly adores and is mesmerized by. 

She loves to color/scribble/draw. But I wanted to liven things up a bit and find some new ideas and activities for her. Where else would I turn, but to Pinterest! Earlier this week I made her some sensory bags, an idea I got here.  I filled a ziplock bag with shaving cream and put blue food coloring on one side and yellow on the other side so that once she squished it around she'd end up with green.  Jeff ended up enjoying this activity more than she.  Go figure.  The second bag I filled had clear shower gel (from hotel samples) and starry glitter.  Once she squished it around it became bubbly and the glitter and stars floated around.  She really liked that one! But...it didn't last long in holding a nearly 2 year old's attention and an hour of it was enough and I knew she wouldn't want to see these same bags again another day.

Ok, now what?!

Back to Pinterest. I had pinned this awesomeness.  Fun things to do with glow sticks! Why hadn't I thought of putting them into the bathtub?  Grandma gave her a tube of them for Christmas this year and tonight was the perfect time to bust them out! The tub came to life and glowed so magically that the next time I take a bath, I want glowsticks in it too!  Sooooo much fun!  To avoid a meltdown from the fun ending, we let her take the glowsticks out of the tub and continue with the entertainment.  She had a blast playing her drum with the glowsticks and just running around in the dark room.  We HAVE to buy more of the sticks.  It'll be the best $1 investment ever!

Jan 8, 2013

You're a Pain!

This pregnancy has most definitely been different from the last. I would venture to say that I believe pregnancy to be easy & mostly enjoyable, but maybe i'm slightly a masochist. I mean, I've had countless bouts of heartburn-enough fire flaring up my esophagus any dragon would be envious. I had copious amounts of morning/day/anytime sickness in my 1st trimester, none of which amounted to actual vomit leaving my body. But damn did I wish it had sometimes so I would feel a relief. My ankles have once again done a magical disappearing act and have become one with my calves (kankles anyone?). Don't even get me started on the hemorrhoids (worse than last time). Yes, plural! And now, here I lay wide awake at 3am, awoken by our dog who was startled by mother nature & barked at the winter storm that is now pelting rain drops on our windows. As I listen to the desert rain-a sound I always love and despite the early hour, am happy to be hearing-I feel as though a hot knife is poking into the front of my pubic bone. Damn! It's gonna be one of those nights again:/
I've been banished from the bedroom and have been forced to set up a new makeshift bed on the couch, amidst a mountain of pillows. I hate it. Loathe. But I can no longer sleep in bed. I can't wince through the excruciating pain of laying on my side, no matter how many pillows I have propped, squeezed & squished in to support me. There is just too much pelvic pain. So here I lay, on my back, in some variation of an almost sitting/reclined position. Did I mention I hate this?
I felt this pain last pregnancy but never mentioned it because I thought it was the norm. Thankfully, it wasn't very frequent last time. But this time!? This time I felt it again and again. It hurt to put on undies & pants. Great. Then it hurt to get out of the car, bed, couch. Ugh. But when the incessant ache radiating from my pelvis started waking me up night after night I knew something was wrong. I needn't even move to have the pain. It was there with me laying motionless. Fantastic! So, off to the midwife I went to find out what the hell was going on.
And as I suspected (because I did some searching of the infinite knowledge on the interwebs before seeing the midwife), I am suffering from SPD; better known as Symphysis Pubic Dysfunction or what I like to call Slow Painful Death. The ligament that normally stabilizes my pelvic bones is too damn loosey goosey and instead of doing its job, it's not. Instead, when I walk, move my legs in a lateral motion, or just freakin LAY STILL, my joints are all slip sliding around and causing me great pain and discomfort. Which is why I'm now temporarily bound to the couch for the next month (it should go away after the baby is born). I also started wearing this most sexy of accessories better known as a hip girdle. It's been helping to kind of hold things in place. I've also been rubbing Arnica Oil over the area, become more aware of my movements, apply heat, take Tylenol before bed & overall have been trying to take it easy. As easy as I can whilst still chasing around & playing with a toddler. Jeff has been amazingly supportive too in his efforts to help me feel more comfortable. I've been extra bitchy/whiney come bed time. Err, couch time? But he is there, steadfast and true, ready to prop me up with pillows, warm up the heat pack, bring me Tylenol & even rub my head or feet to relax me into sleep mode. I couldn't do this without him.
Despite these few "problems" I still love being pregnant. The baby must know what I'm thinking because he/she is dancing around as I type this. Hey kid! You're giving me a wee bit of a hard time! I hope this is not a premonition. Maybe I can start a new trend of saying "pain in the pelvis" instead of "pain in the ass".

Total conspiracy

This past summer we hit a wall. A no-more-napping-for-the-kiddo-omFg-mom-is-gonna-lose-her-mind kind of a wall. I would rock her, sing to her, dance with her--nothing seemed to work anymore. Except for her falling asleep on me, while I was seated:/ Though it was nice to have the snuggle, after a half hour my ass would start to cramp. And with my ever growing pregnant belly, it was getting more & more uncomfortable. That's when a friend told me about the 90 minute sleep cycle.
What is it? Basically we all go through 90 minute sleep cycles or an increment of 90 (3 hours, 4 1/2 hours, 6 hours, etc).
I googled it and thought it might be a little ridiculous, but tried anyway. I originally was trying to put her down around noon-a time I thought sounded like a great nap time. Now I tried 3 or 4 1/2 hours AFTER Lilly woke in the morning to put her down for a nap. It didn't matter if it was only 10am. And holy shit! She was out like a light! No fighting Mr. Sandman, no crying, no crampy mom arms. I felt as though I'd found a miracle. Or some magic trick. Why hadn't anyone mentioned this before?! I started spreading the word to any of my friends with little ones that would listen to me.
It worked splendidly. Until this past month:(
5 days out of 7, she will not go to sleep. For me, at least. It's a conspiracy against me, I do believe. I have come to this conclusion because if Jeff puts her down for a nap, she cooperates! But for me? She'll lay down, but I hear her wrestling around for 10, 20, 40 minutes. Talking to her animals, kicking her feet, making noises-NOT sleeping. And when I go in there to see what the hell is going on, she usually has a present from me. That's right! I swear she can take a dump on command. Because it doesn't matter if she pooed RIGHT before I laid her down for the nap. She will save a little turd just for me so we start the whole nap process over again. But when her Daddy has her, there's no mid nap poop surprise.
What a little stinker!

Ants in the Pants, Part 2

Hey baby!

What are you up to in there? Just floating around, discovering your fingers, kicking the shit out of me, lovingly:)  Soon, you will be laying in my arms and I can hardly wait. It is the middle of the night and I can't sleep.  I've been having contractions, but it doesn't mean that you will be seeing daylight today. Or even tomorrow. But soon! You go ahead and stay warm and cozy as long as you want. But not too long;)  You've got a 2 week window before receiving an eviction notice;) Perhaps I can't seem to fall back asleep because I'm anxious.  To begin this journey. To know if you're a boy or a girl.  To hold you.  To see your sweet little face. It seems as though only yesterday we found out you were a part of me--growing and existing--something that always fascinates me and completely blows my mind.  And here we are, 38 weeks and counting.  Time has flown by!  I only hope the next years of our lives together go in slow motion.

The Mom