Well, they actually came back Thursday afternoon. But I haven't been able to pry Lily or Andrew off my legs since then, so updating Blogger took a back seat.
Lily and Andrew had a BLAST at Grandma and Grandpa's...but they were excited to see us. Well, they were excited to see Jeff. They were both a bit miffed at my hair cut, and looked at me suspiciously for a while as if I were a look-alike substitute Mommy. It was also a bit strange for them to come back and have their bedrooms looking so different. We even have Lily sleeping in the baby's room right now (the guest bed has been shoe-horned into Lily's room...an arrangement I'm already not liking). Then we had the few adjustment days where Lily would scream going to bed, act weird, etc etc. Yesterday, she started eating like a horse again, sleeping like a dream, etc. And soon we'll just throw that off again. So is life.
I am glad they are back. I'm WAY too pregnant to properly enjoy them, but, Lord, my kids make me laugh. Here are some highlights:
---Lily now does the motions for Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes. Actually, she skips shoulders, and after one Head, knees, toes she immediately jumps to the "eyes, and ears," etc. But I am still singing the repetition of Head, shoulders, etc., so she just sits there with her fingers in her eyes. And she pushes them while she waits. And it makes her eyes water and hurt. And it makes me laugh so hard that my daughter is poking her own eyes out for the sake of a song.
---We went to the park yesterday...it was in the 40s, but sunny. But the park was WINDY! Kind of cold. Since I rarely dress my children appropriately, they were kind of cold. Andrew sits next to me on a bench and says, "Mom, I have a lot of moosebumps."
---Lily says "Hi!" to everyone now. Love it. Love that sweet little voice. And she's been very un-Lily like since coming back...very cuddly and affectionate. Oh, and she brought back some baby-dolls from Grandma's. She loves to feed them...especially in her highchair. I stuck that doll in there the first time, and her face lit up like a Christmas tree. She is just so. much. fun. Love her.
---Andrew and I were playing doctor...with the unconventional Nurse Lily administering treatments along the side. When Andrew was the doctor, I told him my back hurt. He took the ear/eye thingy and looked at my back. Here's the conversation:
Andrew--"I can see through your back and there's a baby in your tummy! That's what is making your back hurt."
Giselle--"How does a baby hurt my back? Isn't it in the front?"
A- (standing up), "Well, see, when you bend over like this" (bends over and makes an exaggerated groaning sound) "...see, it hurts your back"
G- "Can you fix it doctor?"
A- "Nope. The baby just needs to come out. Just don't bend over."
G- "But my children are so messy. If I can't bend over, what should I do about the mess?"
A- (getting on hands and knees) "Just crawl around like this to pick up the toys."
G- "Maybe I should make them clean it up. Or throw away all the toys."
A-" No, just crawl."
Oh, that groan he gave as he demonstrated me bending over...how I was giggling.
Tomorrow...38 week appointment. I think I'm going to ask for no internal exam. They aren't willing to discuss induction until 39 weeks anyway. What's the point of finding out how dilated I am? Is it really worth trying to entertain a 1 year old in a tiny examination room while half naked? At least my mom will be in town for my 39 week appointment so I don't have to bring my children. ;)
Monday, March 31, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Full term
Ah, here we are. Full term. 37 weeks. Today.
I had a doctor's appointment this morning. I fully expected a pelvic exam, since I am full term. So I broke out the hedge clippers, I mean razor, and groomed just for those lovely midwives. Turns out they don't check you until 38 weeks at this office, unless you are contracting a lot. I am not. So I was only slightly bummed that I didn't get to hear the usual, "You are 0 centimeters dilated and 0% effaced." All that grooming for nothing.
Baby is sounding good. I got a second midwife to tell me that this baby isn't "Supersized". But since my induction went so well with Lily, they'd be happy to talk about induction once I reach 39 weeks. An induction would be GREAT. Going into labor on my own would be exciting, but since I have no one to watch the children, the thought is a bit stressful. I seriously don't know what to do with 2 children should I go into labor. I have friends, but they have their own children to take care of. -sigh- Let's just hope baby boy is like his older siblings and chooses to stay put until he is forced out. That gives Memere a chance to get here from Ohio ;)
And so we enter the ever exciting push to the finish of pregnancy. Filled with anxious people asking if labor is coming...grandparents getting excited every time we don't answer the phone (could they be at the hospital???)...every unanswered e-mail a reason to celebrate. Yes, this is an exciting time. Except for those of us that DON'T go into labor early, and in fact don't have dilation or babies who drop in the pelvis etc etc. You just walk around the last few weeks feeling like you're letting people down.
Jeff and I have been thoroughly enjoying our childless time. Well, I have. We have gone out to eat A LOT and slept in A LOT and just had conversation and silence and lots of wonderful time. And we also managed to move all the furniture out of Lily's room, paint it, and put the new furniture in (Lily's room is becoming the guest room...and remaining her room...lots of furniture in her room). By "we" I of course mean Jeff has been doing all this. I did the edging of the paint. Woo-hoo. And I washed the walls. Not in that order. Next on the agenda is moving Andrew's furniture around and giving his room a fresh coat of paint. And then finally getting the baby's room set up. Oh, and I have a dinner party to go to Wednesday night...while Jeff is working hard. ;)
To be fair to my big preggo self, I have accomplished quite a bit during the childless days. I am getting fingerprinted to renew my teaching certificate, I got fitted and bought nursing bras, I've shopped for other baby necessities, got Easter candy way reduced, I plan on buying hampers, trash cans, etc. for baby's room, I've scrubbed down my kitchen and bathrooms. So I haven't been a total slouch. I've also waddled, put my feet up, watched tv, read my book, and really relaxed.
The kiddos seem to be doing fine with Grandma and Grandpa. I get to talk to Andrew several times a day...which is really fun. He's a riot. Because of these conversations, I don't actually miss Andrew very much. I really miss Lily, because I'm getting no interaction with her at all. I can just hear her babbling in the background. I miss my munchkin. But not carrying her around or sitting on the floor with her.
Have I babbled long enough for you. I must go upstairs now and watch my husband work. It's tiring, but someone's got to do it.
I had a doctor's appointment this morning. I fully expected a pelvic exam, since I am full term. So I broke out the hedge clippers, I mean razor, and groomed just for those lovely midwives. Turns out they don't check you until 38 weeks at this office, unless you are contracting a lot. I am not. So I was only slightly bummed that I didn't get to hear the usual, "You are 0 centimeters dilated and 0% effaced." All that grooming for nothing.
Baby is sounding good. I got a second midwife to tell me that this baby isn't "Supersized". But since my induction went so well with Lily, they'd be happy to talk about induction once I reach 39 weeks. An induction would be GREAT. Going into labor on my own would be exciting, but since I have no one to watch the children, the thought is a bit stressful. I seriously don't know what to do with 2 children should I go into labor. I have friends, but they have their own children to take care of. -sigh- Let's just hope baby boy is like his older siblings and chooses to stay put until he is forced out. That gives Memere a chance to get here from Ohio ;)
And so we enter the ever exciting push to the finish of pregnancy. Filled with anxious people asking if labor is coming...grandparents getting excited every time we don't answer the phone (could they be at the hospital???)...every unanswered e-mail a reason to celebrate. Yes, this is an exciting time. Except for those of us that DON'T go into labor early, and in fact don't have dilation or babies who drop in the pelvis etc etc. You just walk around the last few weeks feeling like you're letting people down.
Jeff and I have been thoroughly enjoying our childless time. Well, I have. We have gone out to eat A LOT and slept in A LOT and just had conversation and silence and lots of wonderful time. And we also managed to move all the furniture out of Lily's room, paint it, and put the new furniture in (Lily's room is becoming the guest room...and remaining her room...lots of furniture in her room). By "we" I of course mean Jeff has been doing all this. I did the edging of the paint. Woo-hoo. And I washed the walls. Not in that order. Next on the agenda is moving Andrew's furniture around and giving his room a fresh coat of paint. And then finally getting the baby's room set up. Oh, and I have a dinner party to go to Wednesday night...while Jeff is working hard. ;)
To be fair to my big preggo self, I have accomplished quite a bit during the childless days. I am getting fingerprinted to renew my teaching certificate, I got fitted and bought nursing bras, I've shopped for other baby necessities, got Easter candy way reduced, I plan on buying hampers, trash cans, etc. for baby's room, I've scrubbed down my kitchen and bathrooms. So I haven't been a total slouch. I've also waddled, put my feet up, watched tv, read my book, and really relaxed.
The kiddos seem to be doing fine with Grandma and Grandpa. I get to talk to Andrew several times a day...which is really fun. He's a riot. Because of these conversations, I don't actually miss Andrew very much. I really miss Lily, because I'm getting no interaction with her at all. I can just hear her babbling in the background. I miss my munchkin. But not carrying her around or sitting on the floor with her.
Have I babbled long enough for you. I must go upstairs now and watch my husband work. It's tiring, but someone's got to do it.
Friday, March 21, 2008
I may miss them
My children are devious. In an attempt to be sure I want them back next Thursday, they conspired to be as cute as possible this morning. It was one of those mornings that make you so glad you decided to be a parent and not some free-spirited, sleeping single person.
Lily and Andrew slept in until 6:45. They awoke within minutes of each other. I sent Andrew in to get Jeff up while I changed Lily and gave her a cup of milk. Lily was in a HILARIOUS mood. She took her cup and pretended to eat the side of it instead of drinking out of it. And then she laughed like she had made the funniest joke in the world. So cute. Jeff tried to pull Andrew's chain saying he wasn't going to get out of bed until he had a cup of coffee. I told him he was going to miss Andrew and Lily's egg hunt if he didn't get out of bed. To which Andrew said, "That's okay, Mom. I'll wait upstairs with Dad so he doesn't miss anything." Which made Jeff feel about 6 inches tall.
We go downstairs and Andrew immediately begins picking up Lily's eggs...which were right in the middle of the room. I reminded him that eggs on the floor were for Lily and his were hidden because he is such a big boy now. He immediately and carefully put them all back and began hunting for his own. He had a BLAST! This is the first year we actually hid them appropriately and not too easy. Lily came downstairs and starts yelling, "Egg!" and pointing with both hands. She was totally into it and a blast to watch. She would find one egg, carry it to Jeff, sit on the floor and wait for him to open it.
After the egg hunt, we opened all the eggs. Then Andrew started hiding them for Lily. For literally an hour, Andrew would set the eggs up for Lily and then help her hunt for them. They were both having a blast. What an awesome big brother he is. And nothing melts my heart like my 2 kids enjoying each other. Maybe adding a 3rd won't be so bad.
We had breakfast, and Andrew out of the blue said, "Thanks for making me pancakes for breakfast, Dad." Of all days to use manners and be as sweet as pumpkin pie...
Eventually we loaded them up in the car and headed to the airport. We decided it would be best for me to just drop them off, so Jeff could be as close to check-in as possible. Lily was thrilled with the buses and planes, and didn't seem upset at all that I didn't follow them into the airport. I haven't heard from Jeff yet, so perhaps she freaked out inside...I don't know.
And now I have almost a week without them. It feels so quiet here...wonderfully quiet. But even with all this quiet, I keep thinking of Lily opening her eggs and saying, "Wow!" and Andrew giving me a sweet kiss and saying, "Have a good time, Mom." It will be good to have some time off. But I do love them...and by Monday I may actually miss them. Certainly by Thursday.
Lily and Andrew slept in until 6:45. They awoke within minutes of each other. I sent Andrew in to get Jeff up while I changed Lily and gave her a cup of milk. Lily was in a HILARIOUS mood. She took her cup and pretended to eat the side of it instead of drinking out of it. And then she laughed like she had made the funniest joke in the world. So cute. Jeff tried to pull Andrew's chain saying he wasn't going to get out of bed until he had a cup of coffee. I told him he was going to miss Andrew and Lily's egg hunt if he didn't get out of bed. To which Andrew said, "That's okay, Mom. I'll wait upstairs with Dad so he doesn't miss anything." Which made Jeff feel about 6 inches tall.
We go downstairs and Andrew immediately begins picking up Lily's eggs...which were right in the middle of the room. I reminded him that eggs on the floor were for Lily and his were hidden because he is such a big boy now. He immediately and carefully put them all back and began hunting for his own. He had a BLAST! This is the first year we actually hid them appropriately and not too easy. Lily came downstairs and starts yelling, "Egg!" and pointing with both hands. She was totally into it and a blast to watch. She would find one egg, carry it to Jeff, sit on the floor and wait for him to open it.
After the egg hunt, we opened all the eggs. Then Andrew started hiding them for Lily. For literally an hour, Andrew would set the eggs up for Lily and then help her hunt for them. They were both having a blast. What an awesome big brother he is. And nothing melts my heart like my 2 kids enjoying each other. Maybe adding a 3rd won't be so bad.
We had breakfast, and Andrew out of the blue said, "Thanks for making me pancakes for breakfast, Dad." Of all days to use manners and be as sweet as pumpkin pie...
Eventually we loaded them up in the car and headed to the airport. We decided it would be best for me to just drop them off, so Jeff could be as close to check-in as possible. Lily was thrilled with the buses and planes, and didn't seem upset at all that I didn't follow them into the airport. I haven't heard from Jeff yet, so perhaps she freaked out inside...I don't know.
And now I have almost a week without them. It feels so quiet here...wonderfully quiet. But even with all this quiet, I keep thinking of Lily opening her eggs and saying, "Wow!" and Andrew giving me a sweet kiss and saying, "Have a good time, Mom." It will be good to have some time off. But I do love them...and by Monday I may actually miss them. Certainly by Thursday.
Monday, March 17, 2008
36 weeks
Some thoughts and observations as I begin my last month of being pregnant.
---The last time I was 36 weeks pregnant, I found out I was moving. Seriously. I did not feel this pregnant, but Jeff accepted the job offer in PA when I was 36 weeks along. We were out of KY 7 weeks later. And remind me why I'm nervous this time? At least I don't have to worry about finding new doctors, new friends, etc etc. Oh, and have I lately thanked my parents and in-laws lately for helping us during that time so that I didn't go into crazy land? If not, let me thank them...profusely...again.
--- I ordered some SUPER cute t-shirts for the 3 kids today at this uber-expensive children's boutique today. Andrew's has a cute little boy in a ball cap, "I'm the big brother." Lily's has a brown piggie-tailed girl, "I'm the middle." And Baby Trey has a onesie, "I'm the little brother." As I'm checking out, the woman working in the store looks at Lily and says, "I can't believe she already needs a big sister shirt. Poor little thing." I looked at her kind of shocked-like, thinking, "Um, I'm standing right here, lady. At least wait until I'm out of the store." Even though I think the same thing every day...my Momma Bear instincts kicked right in. How DARE you feel sorry that I'm having another baby. He might be listening!
---I may have the best in-laws on the planet. Last year, they agreed to watch Lily and Andrew during spring break so Jeff and I could go on a cruise. Um, then we hit a little detour in August. Tee hee hee. Linda called a few weeks back asking if they could still take the kids for that week. Uh...HELL YEA! Excuse my French. So Jeff is packing the kiddos up on a plane this Friday, making the transfer at the airport in Ohio and then flying right back to his el-Preggo bride. Then...get THIS...my MIL and FIL are DRIVING both kids back to PA...8 hours without stops, people, the following Thursday. Let's just count the days that I won't have children next week, shall we? Um, 6. Holy SMOKES. And, yes, I realize this means I won't get to spend Easter with them. But we'll celebrate it on Good Friday (yikes, talk about sacrilegious) and the kids won't know any better. Ah, try to top THAT with your own in-law stories. I dare you.
---My son may be watching too much daytime tv with me while Lily is napping. We have a new pretend game...which he made up all by himself. He and I take turns making each other over. Yes, that's right. Andrew colors my hair and "cuts" it, he takes a paintbrush and "paints" my face (poor kid doesn't know what make-up is, living with me). Um, we don't talk to Daddy about this new pretend game. Jeff may lock me out of all channels except for ESPN if he catches wind of this one.
---My Lily is LOVING the outdoors. Everything is so daggone exciting. We watched an ant for 2 minutes straight the other day. And she just motors around almost steady-like. But I have a question. Are toddler's wrists made of rubber? She falls ALL THE TIME...and if I were her, I would have broken my wrist a dozen times. She just bounces right back up. Amazing. Oh, and on a totally unrelated note, my new favorite word that she says is, "Nack"...you know, snack. She gets hungry and comes up and starts saying, "Nack. Nack." God love this language building stage.
Gotta go...I think Andrew wants to play treasure hunter. A perfectly acceptable pretend game for the time of night Jeff comes home. ;)
---The last time I was 36 weeks pregnant, I found out I was moving. Seriously. I did not feel this pregnant, but Jeff accepted the job offer in PA when I was 36 weeks along. We were out of KY 7 weeks later. And remind me why I'm nervous this time? At least I don't have to worry about finding new doctors, new friends, etc etc. Oh, and have I lately thanked my parents and in-laws lately for helping us during that time so that I didn't go into crazy land? If not, let me thank them...profusely...again.
--- I ordered some SUPER cute t-shirts for the 3 kids today at this uber-expensive children's boutique today. Andrew's has a cute little boy in a ball cap, "I'm the big brother." Lily's has a brown piggie-tailed girl, "I'm the middle." And Baby Trey has a onesie, "I'm the little brother." As I'm checking out, the woman working in the store looks at Lily and says, "I can't believe she already needs a big sister shirt. Poor little thing." I looked at her kind of shocked-like, thinking, "Um, I'm standing right here, lady. At least wait until I'm out of the store." Even though I think the same thing every day...my Momma Bear instincts kicked right in. How DARE you feel sorry that I'm having another baby. He might be listening!
---I may have the best in-laws on the planet. Last year, they agreed to watch Lily and Andrew during spring break so Jeff and I could go on a cruise. Um, then we hit a little detour in August. Tee hee hee. Linda called a few weeks back asking if they could still take the kids for that week. Uh...HELL YEA! Excuse my French. So Jeff is packing the kiddos up on a plane this Friday, making the transfer at the airport in Ohio and then flying right back to his el-Preggo bride. Then...get THIS...my MIL and FIL are DRIVING both kids back to PA...8 hours without stops, people, the following Thursday. Let's just count the days that I won't have children next week, shall we? Um, 6. Holy SMOKES. And, yes, I realize this means I won't get to spend Easter with them. But we'll celebrate it on Good Friday (yikes, talk about sacrilegious) and the kids won't know any better. Ah, try to top THAT with your own in-law stories. I dare you.
---My son may be watching too much daytime tv with me while Lily is napping. We have a new pretend game...which he made up all by himself. He and I take turns making each other over. Yes, that's right. Andrew colors my hair and "cuts" it, he takes a paintbrush and "paints" my face (poor kid doesn't know what make-up is, living with me). Um, we don't talk to Daddy about this new pretend game. Jeff may lock me out of all channels except for ESPN if he catches wind of this one.
---My Lily is LOVING the outdoors. Everything is so daggone exciting. We watched an ant for 2 minutes straight the other day. And she just motors around almost steady-like. But I have a question. Are toddler's wrists made of rubber? She falls ALL THE TIME...and if I were her, I would have broken my wrist a dozen times. She just bounces right back up. Amazing. Oh, and on a totally unrelated note, my new favorite word that she says is, "Nack"...you know, snack. She gets hungry and comes up and starts saying, "Nack. Nack." God love this language building stage.
Gotta go...I think Andrew wants to play treasure hunter. A perfectly acceptable pretend game for the time of night Jeff comes home. ;)
Friday, March 14, 2008
Be nice to the pregnant lady...
I had a doctor's appointment last night. Snorkel-head here walked in and waddled into the restroom to produce the necessary excrement. I proceeded to write a capital G and then another capital G. Huh? There is no more than one capital G's in my name...my last name doesn't start with a letter that even looks like it. So WTH??? How embarrassing to turn in my little urine sample with a crossed out name on it. Frickin' moron. Did I think to take a fresh cup and start over? No. So don't mention it.
Anyway, I think the nurses and midwife listened to me wheezing and hacking up a lung and watched me wincing and waddling and decided to be especially nice to me. Some of the things they said were borderline ridiculous...but I'm choosing to believe what they said...because it's my prerogative. And I'm trying to stay this side of suicidal.
1) You look so great! Hardly 36 weeks at all!
2) Wow! I think that's the best blood pressure I've ever seen on a woman in her last month.
3) Oh! Perfect heart rate for your little one. He's just relaxing and having a good time in there.
4) Movement has slowed down somewhat? Good, let's hope he's getting uncomfortable so he realizes he wants to move on. Why else would he want to leave...open bar 24/7, hot tub is always the right temperature...
5) (midwife feels my belly and kind of cradles the baby head to butt). How big was your son? Oh, there is just no way this baby will get that big. It's too early for me to venture an actual guess, but I just can't believe that he will grow that much in 4 weeks.
6) So you've lost a little weight? Still looking fantastic for weight gain...total of 16 pounds so far.
Aren't they nice? I left feeling like the most bestest child gestater in the world. Sign me up for surrogacy, I'm so damn efficient at this. And then I twinged my back getting into the car and banged my belly on the door. -sigh- Reality bites.
Anyway, I think the nurses and midwife listened to me wheezing and hacking up a lung and watched me wincing and waddling and decided to be especially nice to me. Some of the things they said were borderline ridiculous...but I'm choosing to believe what they said...because it's my prerogative. And I'm trying to stay this side of suicidal.
1) You look so great! Hardly 36 weeks at all!
2) Wow! I think that's the best blood pressure I've ever seen on a woman in her last month.
3) Oh! Perfect heart rate for your little one. He's just relaxing and having a good time in there.
4) Movement has slowed down somewhat? Good, let's hope he's getting uncomfortable so he realizes he wants to move on. Why else would he want to leave...open bar 24/7, hot tub is always the right temperature...
5) (midwife feels my belly and kind of cradles the baby head to butt). How big was your son? Oh, there is just no way this baby will get that big. It's too early for me to venture an actual guess, but I just can't believe that he will grow that much in 4 weeks.
6) So you've lost a little weight? Still looking fantastic for weight gain...total of 16 pounds so far.
Aren't they nice? I left feeling like the most bestest child gestater in the world. Sign me up for surrogacy, I'm so damn efficient at this. And then I twinged my back getting into the car and banged my belly on the door. -sigh- Reality bites.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
On the mend...?
I woke up this morning feeling marginally better than yesterday. I can't explain why. I still have complete sinus blockage...which makes you feel like you're walking around with a snorkel on. I still have the body shaking cough. I still tossed and turned most of the night. And yet...I don't feel quite like killing myself today. I'll take what I can get.
However, this being sick has created a comedy of sorts in my house. A dark comedy, if you will. This cough is driving me crazy. I'm wheezing...which is bad for someone whose diaphragm is already cramped by 5 pounds of baby. And my coughing spells result in back pain spasms or strong contractions or both at the same time. And this morning, it has been making me throw up.
So I ate my Cheerios and bananas. I have a coughing fit. I can tell I'm going to lose my breakfast, so I try to get to the bathroom quickly. I am having a cough-induced contraction, so walking quickly is a challenge. I JUST make it to the toilet and give the old heave-ho...which results in another coughing spell, which gives me another contraction. Because I'm now sitting on the floor of the bathroom, my nerve pain in my back twinges and I am frozen in agony, wondering how I'm going to haul my big self up off the floor.
And I just started laughing. I mean, seriously. Can you get any more pathetic than this? Thank God the kids were watching Elmo. I guess that would be more pathetic...if my kids needed me during this little display of helplessness.
We shoot horses to put them out of their misery. Why not expectant mothers? My baby would survive just fine outside the womb...he doesn't need me anymore. Can't someone just shoot me?
However, this being sick has created a comedy of sorts in my house. A dark comedy, if you will. This cough is driving me crazy. I'm wheezing...which is bad for someone whose diaphragm is already cramped by 5 pounds of baby. And my coughing spells result in back pain spasms or strong contractions or both at the same time. And this morning, it has been making me throw up.
So I ate my Cheerios and bananas. I have a coughing fit. I can tell I'm going to lose my breakfast, so I try to get to the bathroom quickly. I am having a cough-induced contraction, so walking quickly is a challenge. I JUST make it to the toilet and give the old heave-ho...which results in another coughing spell, which gives me another contraction. Because I'm now sitting on the floor of the bathroom, my nerve pain in my back twinges and I am frozen in agony, wondering how I'm going to haul my big self up off the floor.
And I just started laughing. I mean, seriously. Can you get any more pathetic than this? Thank God the kids were watching Elmo. I guess that would be more pathetic...if my kids needed me during this little display of helplessness.
We shoot horses to put them out of their misery. Why not expectant mothers? My baby would survive just fine outside the womb...he doesn't need me anymore. Can't someone just shoot me?
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Stupid Sudafed
So my cold is progressing. I'm sure the lack of sleep is helping it along quite nicely. So I was DETERMINED to get a good night's sleep last night. I was going to have Jeff get up with the kiddos (he was not notified of this ahead of time). I dug out my printout from the OB/GYN's about what medicine it is safe to take. Much to my shock and amazement, they have Sudafed...the real pseudoephedrine...listed. WHAT??? I know this was NEVER allowed during my other pregnancies. But I gleefully popped 2 before bed and lay my head on the pillow eagerly anticipating the sinus clear out.
An hour later I woke up. WIDE AWAKE. My eyelids were so heavy, but my body was twitchy and tossy-turny and utterly unable to relax. I felt as if I had drank 5 espressos. Ugh. So I knew this was the stupid Sudafed. Have I mentioned my body tends to overreact to certain medications? Yea...turns out Sudafed makes me stay awake. 4 hours later, I can finally feel my body start to relax. That's 4 hours in the middle of the night, people. Ugh. As I finally melt into bed, Andrew wakes up and starts crying. I send Jeff in (aren't I horrible?). Then after 90 minutes of blissful sleep, Tai Kwon Do class starts in the womb. Which makes me half to go to the bathroom. Which is when I hear my boy coughing so hard he is gagging in his room. I medicate and sooth him. Drag my ass back to bed for the remaining hour of sleep left until Jeff's alarm goes off and we're up for the day. No such luck finding a comfy sleeping position...now my head is completely clogged up and springing leaks from all kinds of orifices.
So...to recap. I'm sick. I got 3 hours of non-consecutive sleep total. Andrew is coughing up a lung so will not go to school today. It's Jeff's fencing class tonight. Oh, wait. I notified him this morning that fencing has been cancelled due to a strike of his childcare staff. He took one look at the dark bags under my eyes and listened to my gravelly nasal voice and agreed. Good man. I feel bad that he has to miss his social/fitness outing, but whatever.
Tonight I'm taking a sure-fire sleep inducer. Brandy.
Okay, not really. But I'll think about it.
An hour later I woke up. WIDE AWAKE. My eyelids were so heavy, but my body was twitchy and tossy-turny and utterly unable to relax. I felt as if I had drank 5 espressos. Ugh. So I knew this was the stupid Sudafed. Have I mentioned my body tends to overreact to certain medications? Yea...turns out Sudafed makes me stay awake. 4 hours later, I can finally feel my body start to relax. That's 4 hours in the middle of the night, people. Ugh. As I finally melt into bed, Andrew wakes up and starts crying. I send Jeff in (aren't I horrible?). Then after 90 minutes of blissful sleep, Tai Kwon Do class starts in the womb. Which makes me half to go to the bathroom. Which is when I hear my boy coughing so hard he is gagging in his room. I medicate and sooth him. Drag my ass back to bed for the remaining hour of sleep left until Jeff's alarm goes off and we're up for the day. No such luck finding a comfy sleeping position...now my head is completely clogged up and springing leaks from all kinds of orifices.
So...to recap. I'm sick. I got 3 hours of non-consecutive sleep total. Andrew is coughing up a lung so will not go to school today. It's Jeff's fencing class tonight. Oh, wait. I notified him this morning that fencing has been cancelled due to a strike of his childcare staff. He took one look at the dark bags under my eyes and listened to my gravelly nasal voice and agreed. Good man. I feel bad that he has to miss his social/fitness outing, but whatever.
Tonight I'm taking a sure-fire sleep inducer. Brandy.
Okay, not really. But I'll think about it.
Monday, March 10, 2008
No snow...
...but still home bound.
While most of our family is buried beneath 10-20 inches of snowfall, we are sitting at a wet but comfortable 50 degrees today. Yet we still aren't leaving the house. Andrew's been fighting some kind of virus. Symptoms: Frequent napping, no eating, lots of tv watching. It's like not even having a kid. ;) Lily is full steam ahead, except for these nasty molars. I think she's really hungry, but anything that requires chewing makes her burst into tears. Poor baby. Momma here is her usual grumpy pregnant self with a head cold and cough added on to it. Oh, and less sleep than usual since the children are especially needy in the nighttime the last few days. Jeff is on the mend, however after this weekend I wouldn't blame him if he takes a one way ticket to Bermuda tonight after work,("Oh, I'm working late tonight, dear.")
We don't have it as bad as many. Just stir crazy. Actually, the kids are doing quite well with all this home-bound stuff. As usual it's Mommy that itches to get out. HOWEVER, the positive is that this is how I envision the first few months after adding #3, and it hasn't been that bad. And by the time baby boy does join us, hopefully we'll be able to just let loose in the backyard. So it is giving me a bit of hope for the future. ;)
So as I nurse a case of cabin fever, I shall write down: Things That I Am Grateful For
1) Even though I have had 2 children and have a 3rd currently sitting on my bladder, I can cough and sneeze without wetting myself. Most of the time. And that is truly a blessing when you have a cold during your 3rd trimester.
2) My husband and in-laws worked their booties off finishing the basement room into a playroom a few weeks ago. In our days indoors, it has been INVALUABLE to have a new and exciting place to visit and play in.
3) My children really love books and tv. These are great activities for their whale-of-a-mother. Beach me on a couch and we're good.
4) Both kids took an almost 2 hour nap today...wait for it...AT THE SAME TIME. When I called to tell Jeff this he said, "Boy, I bet the house is really sparkling." I replied, "You'll just have to wait and see..." And then we both broke into laughter. Thank God for a husband that just lets me be this pathetic lump of pregnant woman. And even gives me a foot rub at the end of the day.
5) I have a presumably healthy baby growing an appropriate amount of time in my belly. As much as I bitch and moan, this is the best way to do things. I'm grateful that I don't have to worry about him. I had a dream that I went to hear the heartbeat and their wasn't one. I had to start planning the delivery and what to tell Andrew. Horrible dream. Woke up feeling awful and sad...and would have been desperately worried about my little one, except that at the moment I woke up it was apparently time for Tai-Kwon-Do in the womb. Eased my mind instantly. As much as I was in dread for this child 7 months ago, I am excited and in love with him. And I think that this uncomfortable stage at the end is just designed to make you want the pregnancy over regardless of the hardships to come. ;) Ain't nature grand?
-sigh- I feel better now.
Oh, and a big shout out to Kelsey on her new baby boy. He just couldn't wait to come out and meet his family...and we're all hoping he continues to do just as well as he's started out.
While most of our family is buried beneath 10-20 inches of snowfall, we are sitting at a wet but comfortable 50 degrees today. Yet we still aren't leaving the house. Andrew's been fighting some kind of virus. Symptoms: Frequent napping, no eating, lots of tv watching. It's like not even having a kid. ;) Lily is full steam ahead, except for these nasty molars. I think she's really hungry, but anything that requires chewing makes her burst into tears. Poor baby. Momma here is her usual grumpy pregnant self with a head cold and cough added on to it. Oh, and less sleep than usual since the children are especially needy in the nighttime the last few days. Jeff is on the mend, however after this weekend I wouldn't blame him if he takes a one way ticket to Bermuda tonight after work,("Oh, I'm working late tonight, dear.")
We don't have it as bad as many. Just stir crazy. Actually, the kids are doing quite well with all this home-bound stuff. As usual it's Mommy that itches to get out. HOWEVER, the positive is that this is how I envision the first few months after adding #3, and it hasn't been that bad. And by the time baby boy does join us, hopefully we'll be able to just let loose in the backyard. So it is giving me a bit of hope for the future. ;)
So as I nurse a case of cabin fever, I shall write down: Things That I Am Grateful For
1) Even though I have had 2 children and have a 3rd currently sitting on my bladder, I can cough and sneeze without wetting myself. Most of the time. And that is truly a blessing when you have a cold during your 3rd trimester.
2) My husband and in-laws worked their booties off finishing the basement room into a playroom a few weeks ago. In our days indoors, it has been INVALUABLE to have a new and exciting place to visit and play in.
3) My children really love books and tv. These are great activities for their whale-of-a-mother. Beach me on a couch and we're good.
4) Both kids took an almost 2 hour nap today...wait for it...AT THE SAME TIME. When I called to tell Jeff this he said, "Boy, I bet the house is really sparkling." I replied, "You'll just have to wait and see..." And then we both broke into laughter. Thank God for a husband that just lets me be this pathetic lump of pregnant woman. And even gives me a foot rub at the end of the day.
5) I have a presumably healthy baby growing an appropriate amount of time in my belly. As much as I bitch and moan, this is the best way to do things. I'm grateful that I don't have to worry about him. I had a dream that I went to hear the heartbeat and their wasn't one. I had to start planning the delivery and what to tell Andrew. Horrible dream. Woke up feeling awful and sad...and would have been desperately worried about my little one, except that at the moment I woke up it was apparently time for Tai-Kwon-Do in the womb. Eased my mind instantly. As much as I was in dread for this child 7 months ago, I am excited and in love with him. And I think that this uncomfortable stage at the end is just designed to make you want the pregnancy over regardless of the hardships to come. ;) Ain't nature grand?
-sigh- I feel better now.
Oh, and a big shout out to Kelsey on her new baby boy. He just couldn't wait to come out and meet his family...and we're all hoping he continues to do just as well as he's started out.
Friday, March 07, 2008
A few things I forgot to mention...
So there are two stories I wanted to write about...but I've been too apathetic lately to even sit down and write about them. Can you say "loser", children?
First, there was the hospital visit. Now, this is the 3rd hospital I've delivered in, and in the 3rd state. And none of them have been even remotely similar. I think it should be a rule that a 3rd time mom should not be allowed to take the standard maternity tour. It's just not fair to the tour guide or the other eager 1st time moms along for the ride. (1st time mom says, "What if I'm ready to leave the hospital after just 12 hours or so...can I?" 3rd time mom snickers) This hospital is in New Jersey...actually, in the 'hood of Trenton, NJ. If you've ever read the Janet Evanovich books, I swear this hospital is right in the middle of that horrible neighborhood where Stephanie always has to track down her worst criminals. The hospital is TINY. And old. And in a seriously scary neighborhood. BUT, it is the only hospital nearby with a Level 4 NICU (or is it Level 3?...I don't know), so all the local OB/GYN's send their patients to deliver there. Ugh. We got yelled at by the security guard as we walked in, because he wasn't aware that they were giving two tours that Saturday. He yells across the crowd, "Are you here for the maternity tour? They've been waiting 45 MINUTES for you!!!" Nice. The maternity floor was like the rest of the hospital...tiny and old. There is only one nursery and it is over in the L&D section...which is WAY far away from the regular maternity rooms. It is dark and cluttered and only staffed by 2 nurses. Which means that if you happen to send your baby away so you can actually sleep, it could be a really long time until you get your baby back. But the tour guide assured us, and the 1st time parents with us, that you will not want to send your baby away. That you will actually sleep much better with your baby right next to you. Um, yea. Right. I know how squeaky those newborns are and I know how tired I will be. But there is no way I'm sending baby boy into that dark hell-hole an entire wing away from me. The tour guide pointed out the two babies that were in the nursery saying, "These babies have been here all morning. That usually means that social services hasn't cleared their mother to have them yet. Or that their mother doesn't want them and they will be put up for adoption." The hood, people.
So I was quite disappointed. The tv's are circa 1965, and you have to pay for any channel other than the "Newborn Care" channel. I don't even know how they fit a bassinet in the rooms with the mother...the rooms are so tiny. My friends have delivered there and assure me that the staff is WONDERFUL...and I know that is the most important thing. Although one friend told me her husband did get mugged in the parking lot when she had her first kid. Lovely. There is little I can do, though. In order to change hospitals, I'd have to change doctor's practices...and it just isn't worth that much to me.
The next story I want to write is about our 1 snowfall this year. My parents were visiting, and I was SOOOOOOO excited to see snow. Our backyard is the perfect sled riding hill. The kids could go outside and expend some energy in the snow. Yippee! Winter harmony. Um, what was I thinking??? I can hardly sit on the floor without throwing out my back for the entire day...yea, playing in the snow is going to work, sure. I tried to get Andrew all excited about playing in the snow. I forced him under threat of time-out to get dressed. He balked at the snow pants (they go OVER his other pants...incomprehensible). We couldn't find any heavy-duty snow gloves that fit him. Etc. etc. It took 45 minutes for us to prepare to go out. Then Lily freaked out that I was going outside without her. So we dress Lily in totally inappropriate snow gear. We step out into the winter wonderland. We were going to have FUN, Goddamnit! Lily putzed out after 2 minutes...she didn't like the snow falling in her face, and she refused to stand in the stuff. I gratefully chucked her back inside, since carrying her is a strain. Andrew stomped around in the snow for about 5 minutes...I tried to get him into a snow fight or a snow angel making contest or anything...he got a tiny morsel of snow up his sleeve and he was done. For the day. It was NOT fun for him...or me...or Lily. I never seem to do well when I have high expectations for an activity. Andrew always disappoints. And then we'll have a BLAST just looking for worms or something totally not scheduled or planned out.
-sigh- So my dreams of fun times in the snow were shot. I think the key to fun snow days is having more than one a year. Time for the children to adjust to the fact that they are going to get wet and cold...and it's okay. Time for the children to figure out what they like to do in the snow. But alas...no more snow this year. Except for that freak spring snow shower that I expect to come just as I go into labor.
How did THIS post turn into a whiny one? It's like I'm incapable of funniness lately. I apologize. To myself when I reread this in a year and yell, "You freakin' wuss! Suck it up!" ;) Stay tuned for more whininess!
First, there was the hospital visit. Now, this is the 3rd hospital I've delivered in, and in the 3rd state. And none of them have been even remotely similar. I think it should be a rule that a 3rd time mom should not be allowed to take the standard maternity tour. It's just not fair to the tour guide or the other eager 1st time moms along for the ride. (1st time mom says, "What if I'm ready to leave the hospital after just 12 hours or so...can I?" 3rd time mom snickers) This hospital is in New Jersey...actually, in the 'hood of Trenton, NJ. If you've ever read the Janet Evanovich books, I swear this hospital is right in the middle of that horrible neighborhood where Stephanie always has to track down her worst criminals. The hospital is TINY. And old. And in a seriously scary neighborhood. BUT, it is the only hospital nearby with a Level 4 NICU (or is it Level 3?...I don't know), so all the local OB/GYN's send their patients to deliver there. Ugh. We got yelled at by the security guard as we walked in, because he wasn't aware that they were giving two tours that Saturday. He yells across the crowd, "Are you here for the maternity tour? They've been waiting 45 MINUTES for you!!!" Nice. The maternity floor was like the rest of the hospital...tiny and old. There is only one nursery and it is over in the L&D section...which is WAY far away from the regular maternity rooms. It is dark and cluttered and only staffed by 2 nurses. Which means that if you happen to send your baby away so you can actually sleep, it could be a really long time until you get your baby back. But the tour guide assured us, and the 1st time parents with us, that you will not want to send your baby away. That you will actually sleep much better with your baby right next to you. Um, yea. Right. I know how squeaky those newborns are and I know how tired I will be. But there is no way I'm sending baby boy into that dark hell-hole an entire wing away from me. The tour guide pointed out the two babies that were in the nursery saying, "These babies have been here all morning. That usually means that social services hasn't cleared their mother to have them yet. Or that their mother doesn't want them and they will be put up for adoption." The hood, people.
So I was quite disappointed. The tv's are circa 1965, and you have to pay for any channel other than the "Newborn Care" channel. I don't even know how they fit a bassinet in the rooms with the mother...the rooms are so tiny. My friends have delivered there and assure me that the staff is WONDERFUL...and I know that is the most important thing. Although one friend told me her husband did get mugged in the parking lot when she had her first kid. Lovely. There is little I can do, though. In order to change hospitals, I'd have to change doctor's practices...and it just isn't worth that much to me.
The next story I want to write is about our 1 snowfall this year. My parents were visiting, and I was SOOOOOOO excited to see snow. Our backyard is the perfect sled riding hill. The kids could go outside and expend some energy in the snow. Yippee! Winter harmony. Um, what was I thinking??? I can hardly sit on the floor without throwing out my back for the entire day...yea, playing in the snow is going to work, sure. I tried to get Andrew all excited about playing in the snow. I forced him under threat of time-out to get dressed. He balked at the snow pants (they go OVER his other pants...incomprehensible). We couldn't find any heavy-duty snow gloves that fit him. Etc. etc. It took 45 minutes for us to prepare to go out. Then Lily freaked out that I was going outside without her. So we dress Lily in totally inappropriate snow gear. We step out into the winter wonderland. We were going to have FUN, Goddamnit! Lily putzed out after 2 minutes...she didn't like the snow falling in her face, and she refused to stand in the stuff. I gratefully chucked her back inside, since carrying her is a strain. Andrew stomped around in the snow for about 5 minutes...I tried to get him into a snow fight or a snow angel making contest or anything...he got a tiny morsel of snow up his sleeve and he was done. For the day. It was NOT fun for him...or me...or Lily. I never seem to do well when I have high expectations for an activity. Andrew always disappoints. And then we'll have a BLAST just looking for worms or something totally not scheduled or planned out.
-sigh- So my dreams of fun times in the snow were shot. I think the key to fun snow days is having more than one a year. Time for the children to adjust to the fact that they are going to get wet and cold...and it's okay. Time for the children to figure out what they like to do in the snow. But alas...no more snow this year. Except for that freak spring snow shower that I expect to come just as I go into labor.
How did THIS post turn into a whiny one? It's like I'm incapable of funniness lately. I apologize. To myself when I reread this in a year and yell, "You freakin' wuss! Suck it up!" ;) Stay tuned for more whininess!
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Pathetic.
It's becoming quite pathetic around here. The lack of energy from La Mama is showing.
Exhibit A: I have had 2 thawed pork chops for 3 days. I have a very easy crockpot recipe to use these chops with. Literally a can of chicken and rice soup and pork chops. Still haven't motivated myself to make the damn thing.
Exhibit B: I have playgroup here tomorrow morning. I have not cleaned up AT ALL. Procrastinating doesn't work because my body just doesn't keep up. I'm actually hoping that one of the kids will wake up tomorrow coughing or with green goop in their nose so I can legitimately cancel.
Exhibit C: Lily knows how the tv works. When she wants to watch something (which is virtually all the time), she brings me the cable remote. Then the tv remote. And just in case I need it, the DVD player remote. Very handy so lazy Mommy doesn't have to get off her touchey. Today I told her no more tv and she grabbed back the tv remote and pushed the on button. Then she grabbed for the cable remote...hey! Wait! Tantrum ensued when I turned the tv back off.
Seriously. It is getting pathetic here. And all I really want is to not be pregnant. But the 3rd time mother in me knows it will only be worse once baby boy gets here. I'll be MORE tired, MORE tied down. He really is easier to care for inside me. But...UGH.
Exhibit A: I have had 2 thawed pork chops for 3 days. I have a very easy crockpot recipe to use these chops with. Literally a can of chicken and rice soup and pork chops. Still haven't motivated myself to make the damn thing.
Exhibit B: I have playgroup here tomorrow morning. I have not cleaned up AT ALL. Procrastinating doesn't work because my body just doesn't keep up. I'm actually hoping that one of the kids will wake up tomorrow coughing or with green goop in their nose so I can legitimately cancel.
Exhibit C: Lily knows how the tv works. When she wants to watch something (which is virtually all the time), she brings me the cable remote. Then the tv remote. And just in case I need it, the DVD player remote. Very handy so lazy Mommy doesn't have to get off her touchey. Today I told her no more tv and she grabbed back the tv remote and pushed the on button. Then she grabbed for the cable remote...hey! Wait! Tantrum ensued when I turned the tv back off.
Seriously. It is getting pathetic here. And all I really want is to not be pregnant. But the 3rd time mother in me knows it will only be worse once baby boy gets here. I'll be MORE tired, MORE tied down. He really is easier to care for inside me. But...UGH.
Monday, March 03, 2008
Sentences and numbers
Okay...so this is going to be a boring post for everyone except me. And maybe the grandmothers. Deal with it.
Yesterday, Andrew and I went to a birthday party. His best friend Matthew turned 4. You know Matthew. He's the kid that yells, "I love you Andrew!" across the parking lot at school. And Andrew will yell back. The party was fun. Okay, not really. It was everything I hate about birthday parties except at a bounce house place, so Andrew actually had a good time some of the time. Unfortunately, it was a large group of children who knew each other (from Matthew's dad's work) and Andrew. So the only person Andrew knew was Matthew...and Matt was pretty busy playing with the other 25 children that he knew there. Andrew was crushed. I think Andrew is ready to start going steady...and Matthew's just not ready for that type of commitment yet.
Anyhoo, on the way to that stellar party, Andrew tells me he want to sing me a song he just made up. See what you miss when you have the DVD player on constantly in the car? Tuneless, unending songs made up by 4 year olds. This particular composition was just Andrew counting in a sing-songy way. So I'm listening...and he starts at 1...and keeps going...and keeps going...and by the time we get to the parking lot, he's counted up to 130...without missing a single number. I was impressed...but I wonder if he could do it without singing. I think he didn't even realize what he was doing. Like about a year ago when he started counting backwards...I think if I had ASKED him to count backwards, he wouldn't have been able to...but when he wasn't thinking about it, he could do it. Doesn't bode well for elementary school, "Andrew, please don't do your multiplication facts...no! Don't think about it. Just multiply 12 x 13."
In other bragging news...Lily is officially speaking in sentences. It started this weekend. The dog was barking to be let back in, and Lily was concerned. She is always concerned for our dog. But this time, when she pointed frantically at the door to let us know Shadow was out, she said, "Dog bark" clear as a bell. A few hours later, a neighbor's dog was barking, and Lily pointed at the window and said, "Dog bark". And now every time she hears Shadow wanting to come in..."Dog bark." I swear. Clear as a bell. Then last night, she walked up to Jeff at dinner and said, "Tickle Daddy." And she tickled him. I just LOVE this learning language stuff. So fun to watch them put it all together. But she's not gifted, people. When Jeff put on his coat to leave this morning, Lily waved and said, "Bye bye bird." Hmmmmm. I don't think we'll apply for MENSA just yet. ;)
Yesterday, Andrew and I went to a birthday party. His best friend Matthew turned 4. You know Matthew. He's the kid that yells, "I love you Andrew!" across the parking lot at school. And Andrew will yell back. The party was fun. Okay, not really. It was everything I hate about birthday parties except at a bounce house place, so Andrew actually had a good time some of the time. Unfortunately, it was a large group of children who knew each other (from Matthew's dad's work) and Andrew. So the only person Andrew knew was Matthew...and Matt was pretty busy playing with the other 25 children that he knew there. Andrew was crushed. I think Andrew is ready to start going steady...and Matthew's just not ready for that type of commitment yet.
Anyhoo, on the way to that stellar party, Andrew tells me he want to sing me a song he just made up. See what you miss when you have the DVD player on constantly in the car? Tuneless, unending songs made up by 4 year olds. This particular composition was just Andrew counting in a sing-songy way. So I'm listening...and he starts at 1...and keeps going...and keeps going...and by the time we get to the parking lot, he's counted up to 130...without missing a single number. I was impressed...but I wonder if he could do it without singing. I think he didn't even realize what he was doing. Like about a year ago when he started counting backwards...I think if I had ASKED him to count backwards, he wouldn't have been able to...but when he wasn't thinking about it, he could do it. Doesn't bode well for elementary school, "Andrew, please don't do your multiplication facts...no! Don't think about it. Just multiply 12 x 13."
In other bragging news...Lily is officially speaking in sentences. It started this weekend. The dog was barking to be let back in, and Lily was concerned. She is always concerned for our dog. But this time, when she pointed frantically at the door to let us know Shadow was out, she said, "Dog bark" clear as a bell. A few hours later, a neighbor's dog was barking, and Lily pointed at the window and said, "Dog bark". And now every time she hears Shadow wanting to come in..."Dog bark." I swear. Clear as a bell. Then last night, she walked up to Jeff at dinner and said, "Tickle Daddy." And she tickled him. I just LOVE this learning language stuff. So fun to watch them put it all together. But she's not gifted, people. When Jeff put on his coat to leave this morning, Lily waved and said, "Bye bye bird." Hmmmmm. I don't think we'll apply for MENSA just yet. ;)
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Girls Day Out
Ah, yesterday was a kind of last hoorah for me before the baby/breastfeeding ball and chain enters my life again. 6 ladies from my playgroup and I went to NYC for the day to enjoy another Broadway show.
We left at 9:30 am, caught a 10:30ish train, and arrived in NYC around 12. We spent an hour trying to agree on a restaurant for lunch...finally just picked one (2 hungry pregnant ladies are not very accommodating in waiting on lunch), and went to the show. Young Frankenstein...you know, like the Mel Brooks movie. It was HILARIOUS. Megan Mellaly (sp?) from Will and Grace was in it, Dr. Frankenstein was played by some dude that used to be on Desperate Housewives (Bree's first husband? I don't watch the show, but my friends were very excited), and the one who stole the show for me was Andrea Martin, who played the crazy aunt in My Big Fat Greek Wedding (You don't eat no meat? That's okay, I'll make lamb.). I really enjoyed it. Baby boy enjoyed the big orchestral numbers...lots of moving and shaking. We left the show and went to a...um...rather expensive restaurant. It was yummy...but way overpriced. A few of us caught the subway back to the train station and we caught a 8:00 train home.
It was refreshing and lovely and tiring.
And then, this morning, I sent Jeff in to give Lily a cup of milk and try and lie her back down (at 6am on the weekends we play this game...). I knew since she hadn't seen me all day yesterday there would be no way she'd go back to sleep if I went in to help her. So Jeff walks in the room, and Lily says to him, "No. Mommy. Mommy. Mommy." Melt my heart. And Andrew was so excited to see me. It's nice to feel loved. Even if it means back into the monotony I go.
We left at 9:30 am, caught a 10:30ish train, and arrived in NYC around 12. We spent an hour trying to agree on a restaurant for lunch...finally just picked one (2 hungry pregnant ladies are not very accommodating in waiting on lunch), and went to the show. Young Frankenstein...you know, like the Mel Brooks movie. It was HILARIOUS. Megan Mellaly (sp?) from Will and Grace was in it, Dr. Frankenstein was played by some dude that used to be on Desperate Housewives (Bree's first husband? I don't watch the show, but my friends were very excited), and the one who stole the show for me was Andrea Martin, who played the crazy aunt in My Big Fat Greek Wedding (You don't eat no meat? That's okay, I'll make lamb.). I really enjoyed it. Baby boy enjoyed the big orchestral numbers...lots of moving and shaking. We left the show and went to a...um...rather expensive restaurant. It was yummy...but way overpriced. A few of us caught the subway back to the train station and we caught a 8:00 train home.
It was refreshing and lovely and tiring.
And then, this morning, I sent Jeff in to give Lily a cup of milk and try and lie her back down (at 6am on the weekends we play this game...). I knew since she hadn't seen me all day yesterday there would be no way she'd go back to sleep if I went in to help her. So Jeff walks in the room, and Lily says to him, "No. Mommy. Mommy. Mommy." Melt my heart. And Andrew was so excited to see me. It's nice to feel loved. Even if it means back into the monotony I go.
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