tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14471222373290333322012-02-16T01:34:28.439-05:00Parenting 2 kids after years dealing with secondary infertility.Beanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16137863271039042064noreply@blogger.comBlogger2871100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447122237329033332.post-70437712810580362632011-09-27T14:06:00.003-04:002011-09-27T14:42:53.493-04:00

No - not day 1 of a cycle. Those days are over. But I'll get to the meaning of the title in a bit.So much for my intentions of writing all about our adventures with ADHD and how I felt about it. Though that might change, only time will tell. We have had a few appointments with a psychologist to discuss how we can help Lucy and on Friday we meet with her teacher. Fortunately, right now we

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still loves her baby brother and often thinks he's the cutest thing around. But considering the frequent hitting, biting, grabbing episodes sometimes begs me "can I please hit him, please?" She's suffered a few bites, more than a few scratches, and even a hardback book to the back of the head, so it's hard to blame her. Nevertheless, most of the time she's a wonderful big sister and my biggest

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So, have you met my son... Yeah. Last year around the time he turned one, I started calling him Taz as it often seemed to me that I'd created a real life version of that lovable little cartoon monster. A year later and I now realize I had NO IDEA! What I took for Taz-like behavior back then was nothing compared to the the little devil currently snoozing in the crib in the next room. My sweet

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Amazing what can happen in 5 months. Actually it's amazing how much can happen in just 10 days. We just had the most crazy 10 days. It was mostly good and fun stuff, but it tires me out just thinking about it all. Big news is that we had Lucy evaluated this spring and she was diagnosed with ADHD. This morning she started on medication. I've got mixed emotions about the whole thing and hope

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So Ben is a bit of bruiser. He's a big boy and he's strong, VERY physical, and he wants what he wants when he wants it! But he still has a real baby face and at just over 2 he really is still just a baby -- a baby boy that is. Around 18 months he developed a deep love of vehicles. He loves his trains, cars, trucks, firetrucks, and buses. Long ago I lost count of firetrucks in our house.

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Once again I see that the time has flown and I've been remiss about updating here. Work calls, or the kids, or the house, or sleep. In general, we are busy, tired, but good. I quit the therapy sessions because I just didn't feel like I was getting enough out of it for the money. I've been so busy with work and home stuff the past few months I haven't even had much time to think about it all,

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That's the difference in ages of my children. I've spent a fair amount of time during the past 5 years bemoaning the fact that my children would not be closer in age. Even after I got pregnant with Ben and, yes, even since he's been born I've spent time thinking about and feeling frustrated about this. Of course, I truly am grateful to even have had a second. There was time that I feared

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No clever subtext to the title, I just finally got Lucy to watch The Wizard of Oz with me. I bought the DVD over a year ago, but she refused to watch it with me. I don't remember how it came up last week, but she suggested that we watch it over the weekend. On Saturday afternoon, we made some popcorn and hot chocolate and curled up on the couch and watched it. And she loved it! She's been

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Today I turn 41.Can't quite believe how fast it got here.I wish I were more content with my life these days, but I'm working on it.Still seeing the therapist, but I'm not sure if I'll keep it up. I like her, but I feel like I just complain about the same things week after week. But I won't quit trying to feel better. Not that it's all bad mind you. Much is very good and I'm so lucky in so many

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Holy Moly. I feel like it was just yesterday that I was still home on maternity leave, and the day before that I was on bedrest in the hospital for what seemed like an eternity, and the day before that I was living life in that perpetual dark cloud that is infertility. Yet somehow here we are nearing the end of 2010, and I'm nearing the end of the year in which I call myself "40", and now (as

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I know, I know, I suck at this blogging stuff. I didn't mean to leave you all hanging and I'm sorry. I've just been unbelievably busy and can barely find time to read anything much less post here. Anyway... I'll try to write a proper post soon, but for inquiring minds the followup mammogram was more of the same. They reported that they see an area that is "likely" benign but want me to come

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I knew I was tempting fate by actually saying and writing that the mammogram was no big deal. When I got home from work last night there was a message on our voicemail from the radiology center asking me to call back. For once I was actually hoping it was some insurance issue. I just called and it turns out they want me to come back in for more films due to some "thick tissue" on one side.

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In the last few days I've had a few firsts. My first meeting with a therapist, my first mammogram, and my meeting with a "wellness coach".I had intended to put up a post right away to give my very first impressions of these firsts, but Ha Ha, I should have known better. Though I don't think my thoughts on these have changed much, so what I'm about to write will probably be pretty similar to

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Yesterday I finally made the call. On Monday I have an appointment with a therapist.I have so many things to deal with that I really don't even know where to start. I know that finally calling and making the appointment, despite being worried about where it might lead and stressing over how to pay for, it is a good first step. Though it is probably a step I should have taken years ago. In

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No, I'm not pregnant. I'm just dealing with my typical end of summer blues. It always starts the same with the knowledge that "oh, it's August already". I try to focus on the bright side of the return to a "normal" schedule for Lucy and to help her get excited about a new school year, new teacher, getting to see friends again, etc. But it never works very well. The icky gnawing feeling in my

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Thanks to Mel I finally created a BlogHer account so that I could comment here and get a book donated. And you should to. Plus it's fun to sit for a minute and remember your favorite books and the impact they've had. It makes me want to go home and pull out all my old favorites and re-read them right now!Here are the books I listed over at BlogHer as those that made a difference to me. -

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Visit Calliope's Place to see who else is participating in Photo Friday.I decided to go all out and put up four photos! Disclaimer necessary -- I am no photographer. Though I have secret fantasies of getting a really good camera and actually learning how to use it, deep down I know I probably never will. It kind of makes me sad. I'd love to be able to take really great photos, but not only are

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It's a little difficult to pick one moment this week. Last Wednesday was Ben's first birthday and then we had his party this weekend and there were lots of wonderful moments, but this weeks perfect moment is just about me.I was on swim teams from the time I was 7 until I finished high school. Every summer, sometimes in the winter when I was in elementary school, and during the winter every year

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Among our dear friends who helped us celebrate Ben's birthday last week was a family who is like family to us. Their older daughter and Lucy were in daycare together and are truly two of a kind! It would hardly seem right to celebrate one of our kids' birthdays without them. My dear friend Cynthia, the mom in this group, also happens to be a photographer.* She is never far from her camera

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(disclaimer: I actually started this post a week and a half ago, which is why the tone changes a bit from beginning to end. Also, it's been edited to reflect the passage of time. ;)On Saturday we had a birthday party for Ben. I went ahead and decided to throw a relatively big party. I realized as we were trying to decide what to do that I'm still disappointed in what I missed out on with both

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My little man turned 1 yesterday. I still can't believe it. It really feels like yesterday that my water broke and we were driving to the hospital at 3am. I can still recall so vividly walking into the nursery to wake up my mom and tell her we were going to the hospital. I remember how antsy I was waiting to find out when they would do the c-section and that I must have asked my husband what

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Sunday evening, as she often does, Lucy came into Ben's room while I was trying to get him settled down for bed. I left them playing on the floor of his room for a minute so I could get him his bedtime bottle. I closed the door when I left so he wouldn't try to leave the room. Usually when the two of them are together things are anything but settled. Lucy loves to tickle Ben and he loves to

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Lucy was sick most of this week. She was sent home from school early on Tuesday with vague symptoms of "feeling icky". When I picked her up it was clear that the school nurse didn't think there was really anything wrong with her, but a few hours later she had a temperature and asked to go to bed about 3 hours earlier than usual without having eaten anything. Wednesday she had no fever and

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More fun from Calliope Join in if you dare. ;)You.Can.Only.Type.One.Word.No.Explanations.Not as easy as you might think…1. Yourself: Weary2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend: Asleep3. Your hair: ponytail4. Your mother/stepmother: caring5. Your dog: memory6. Your favorite item: 7. Your dream last night: none 8. Your favorite drink: DietDr.Pepp.er9. Your dream car: MiniCooper10. The room you are

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I've been wanting to join in on Calliope's Scattegories fun for awhile now. I'm finally doing it! You should too!1. What is your favorite springy color? "filmy green" (it's the color of the nursery and I still love it even after 7 1/2 years and baby #2 )2. Something you put in water? fluoride3. Something you east asparagus with? fungi4. Something you change into flip-flops for? fun

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About 1 year and 2 hours ago one of my doctors stopped by my room and told me I could go home the next day. (I know it would be more interesting to wait until tomorrow to post that 1 year ago I went home, but we're having company for dinner tomorrow and between the ballet class, shopping, cleaning, etc, I know I won't have time to get online tomorrow.) When I think back to last year it seems

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Dear Ben,I'm so glad that you like your daycare providers. It makes me happy to see you smile and reach for Miss R. when I take you to school in the morning. It's fun to watch you sit among the pile of toys and laugh as you shake the noisemakers. It would make me very sad if you clung to me and cried when I dropped you off. However, it would be nice if you showed some interest in me after we

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Lucy brought this home from school last month. No sugarcoating with my kid!

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As I mentioned, I am not really happy about being done with nursing. Even though I complained a bit about the pumping, I wasn't really ready to quit that either. But first my son and then my boobs quit on me. In fact, for awhile I was like the long-suffering girl who keeps begging the boyfriend who clearly doesn't want her anymore to take her back. I couldn't count the number of times after

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Ben had his ear tubes put in this morning. The morning went better than I'd expected considering we couldn't give him anything to eat or drink when he woke up. I took him to the surgical center and my husband met me there after dropping Lucy off at school. Afterward we all went home and then I came to work while my husband stayed home with a grumpy baby. He was still pretty unhappy even after

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Last night I was ushering Lucy through the steps needed to get ready for bed. Yes, I was ushering her – if someone isn’t standing there telling her “ok, now go put on your pajamas, now brush your teeth, etc” she’ll get distracted and end up on the floor with a book or creating some elaborate scenario involving half a dozen stuffed animals. Frankly, even with me in the room guiding her every

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Today I got my period for the first time since August 2008. I knew it was coming since I recently stopped nursing and then pumping. Not getting a period for 19 months was a great side effect of being pregnant and then nursing and I sure didn't miss it at all. Having spent so much time trying and failing to get pregnant and then miscarrying several times when I finally did, I think I'm just

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You're all tagged! Yes, you, reading this. You’re tagged. Now that you know more about me than you ever wanted to know, play the game, it’s fun! Let others know a little more about yourself, repost this as your name followed by “ology.”FOODOLOGY:What is your salad dressing of choice? RanchWhat is your favorite sit-down restuarant? JaleoWhat is your favorite fast food restaurant?

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I've got a lot of things swirling around in my head and I'm not sure I'll be able to write it out in a way that makes sense but I'm going to try. I've been mucking around with this post for days now and I can't get it organized in a way that makes sense and I can't get the wording just right, so I'm just going to post it as is and hope it makes some kind of sense.A couple of days ago I was

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But I can say it's worth it. I know it's controversial and I totally get why many people don't like it, but in our case it was definitely the right decision. In fact, I was pretty much dragged kicking and screaming to it, but I can honestly say thank goodness my husband insisted we finally do it. With the exception of a few weeks in late July / earth August, Ben’s sleep habits have been awful.

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I've been a bad, bad girl. I haven't been feeling so great lately. Physically or mentally (there will be another post about all that soon), and I have really needed a pick me up. I realize that spending money is not the best approach, and I do have plans for a more healthy way to deal with my problems, but I really needed to do something nice for myself. Though I didn't plan for yesterday's

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Really I should have called this entry the end of pumping. Actual nursing ended a few weeks ago and had a bumpy ride ever since just before Christmas. About a week before Christmas Ben started refusing to nurse. And by refuse I mean biting, hitting, and sometimes crying if I offered him a boob, except for during the wee hours of the night. All day long I’d pump and he’d drink from bottles,

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One year ago yesterday I was sent to the hospital. I was 26 1/2 weeks pregnant and my cervix was short and soft. I can still remember so vividly the anxiety I felt when the ultrasound tech told me she needed the doctor to come in and take a look and the panic that struck as I sat in the doctor's office while he called the hospital. I know exactly where I was standing in the waiting room when I

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I'm sitting here typing and watching the snow blow around outside. I used to love snow. After the past week - not so much anymore. But it is pretty. The baby is napping and the kids -- meaning my daughter and my husband ;) -- are downstairs playing Wii. I've been so neglectful of the blog lately, but it's not because I don't have lots to say. There seems to be a constant swirling of

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Oh my -- I started this post back on Jan 20th. New proof that I suck at this whole blogging thing. I could blame it on the baby, but really I wasn't all that much better before he came along. But the reason for the post was to document a milestone. The day I started writing he was 39 weeks and 1 day. If counting by the day of month he hit the 9 month mark the following day, but if counting

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Feeling the need to share a little cuteness. I'm feeling a bit better than I was yesterday, but I do have a few posts on things floating around in my head. Hope to get some of it typed out but that would require time (hahahahaha!).On a more positive note I'll provide a few Ben updates. He now has 5 teeth (good for biting mom!) and is army crawling all over the place. He hasn't figured out how

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to cheer myself up. I could go on and on about all the things that are bothering me right now, but instead I'll post some things here that always put a smile on my face -- hope they bring one to yours too. One of the things I love about Ben's daycare center is that they routinely take lots of photos of the kids and send them out. These are all from his daycare center. The first and last are

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Tons of thoughts swirling in my head, but I can't ever find the time or energy to get them out. Am tired and sad. Love the kids and am sooo grateful for them. I know I'm just damn lucky to have them, much less a home, a job, health insurance, healthy family, etc. But I'm dissatisfied. This is not how I envisioned my life. Too busy, too little time with the kids, no time for myself, no time

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Last night I took my daughter to a holiday craft night / bake sale / book sale at her school. My husband stayed home with the baby. When we got home at 8:15 I was surprised to see the baby still up. When I asked my husband why Ben was still up he said "I'll tell you later" in the way he does when he doesn't want my daughter to hear. I could tell something was wrong and started thinking that

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While we're so lucky that no one in our house has been felled by any type of flu so far, Ben has had a cold for what seems like forever. It's gotten worse in the past few days. My hopes were lifted after two pretty good nights of sleep on Friday and Saturday, but the past 4 nights have been just horrific. The little guy is so congested - our nights have been spent in a semi awake haze of

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It's off to work... blah, blah, blah.Yesterday was my first day back at work. Being back wasn't too bad. Ben is always happy and smiling when I drop him at daycare, but having to leave him there for 11 full hours just plain sucks.

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My sweet girl has such a big heart. Here's my girl with the letter she wrote to the President and addressing the envelope. I've included a "translation" under the photo of the letter."Dear President ObamaI have an idea. Why don't you tell people who have room in their garage to make a wall and put it in the middle to make a room for poor people.Lucy, age 7"Click here to see what the rest of the

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So my boy isn't quite 6 months old and he's got his second ear infection. He woke up screaming at about 4am the other night and I knew it was more than a cold and teething. My normally easy-to-soothe little guy was just inconsolable. Less than 24 hours after starting the antibiotic and he's clearly feeling much better. We'll be back at the pediatrician's office in a week for his 6-month

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I'm stunned right now. I don't know what to think or who to talk to so I'm coming back here. I know I've neglected this place for too long. But right now I need a safe place.I just found out that earlier today the 9 year old son of a very old friend of mine died. He contracted H1N1. It went to his heart, his heart stopped beating and he was put into an induced coma. I don't know much more

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Yesterday, Ben was 5 months old -- I can hardly believe it. But an even more shocking reality is that my daughter turns 7 on Friday! The funny thing is that right now all the things Ben learns to do are cause for celebration -- hooray, another milestone reached. But with my daughter it is so bittersweet watching her grow up now. It is so obvious in the language she uses and the attitudes she

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I know a baby who's getting his first tooth. I also know a baby who is going to lose his boobie privileges if he doesn't stop biting!I tried to get a photo of the tooth, but couldn't.

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No, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth. Just not very good at time management and frankly just coping these days. In some ways I loved being home with the kids this summer, the one and only time we'll have that. But it was a lot harder than I'd expected. The Ladybug is not used to being home and I'm not used to having to keep her entertained and of course doing it while taking care of

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Yes, that's right, I let the Bee out of the bag. The Bumblebee's name is Ben. Around home he's also known as Benbee and Bubby. And he is my big boy. He'll be 15 weeks next Tuesday and he's already about 17 1/2 pounds. Just for the sake of comparison -- my daughter weighed 16 pounds when she was 9 months old.In this first picture Ben is wearing an outfit that my husband wore when he was a

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Guess who slept for 7 straight hours last night??? Give up? It wasn't me and it wasn't my husband, but the Bee slept from 10pm until 5am! I couldn't believe it. Not that I'm foolish enough to expect a repeat tonight, but still I'm so excited over the possibilities. Stupidly, both my husband and I stayed up late last night--until about 1am. He was watching a movie and I was reading. Even so

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I can't believe that it's been 12 weeks since little Bee was born. I also can't believe how little I get done every day. I've got a thousand posts in my head, but never find the time to sit down and type out my thoughts. To be honest things have been a bit rough lately. We're still not getting great sleep; while it's a bit better than it was a 5 weeks ago, the Bee's sleep habits are really

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Going by the day of the month, Bee was 2 months old yesterday! Feels like he just came home and I'm already 2 months behind on his baby book. ;)Since I last posted we've had some positive steps forward with the sleep. Daytime is still erratic and there is not consistency in terms of when he naps or for how long, but he has been napping. BUT, the night sleeps are getting longer!!! Saturday

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Actually it feels like 1 step forward and 2 back! On the bright side, for the past 2 nights Bee has slept for his 2 longest stretches ever of 4 1/2 hours. I am truly grateful for that, but the other 19 1/2 hours of the day are a nightmare. I believe everything I've read says that babies this age are still supposed to sleep ALOT. And since Bee was 4 1/2 weeks early we might even assume his

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I can't believe it's been 8 weeks since Bee was born! A week ago I took him to the pediatrician because we were concerned that he so frequently seemed uncomfortable. He wasn't crying so much, but there was a lot of grunting, straining, and other expressions of discomfort that seemed distinct from those when he was pooping or farting. We were suspected reflux, and the pediatrician thought so

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I have a lousy memory for details, and that includes for dates. Nevertheless noting the passage of time and remembering where I've been and how things change (or don't) always makes me a little nostalgic and I do think it's important to recognize anniversaries and milestones. That said, the most important thing about today is that our little Bee is 6 weeks old! I can hardly believe it's been

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Ok, so I changed my mind. Time does fly even when you're sleep deprived. Little Bee was 4 weeks on Tuesday and I couldn't believe it. Seemed like the perfect time to post something here and I thought I'd finally post the birth story. But as most days do, it got away from me. Then on Thursday, based on the day of the month, we hit the one month mark. Another good day for a post, but again

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WARNING: Below is a description of my Mother's Day and pictures of my kids!I'd like to say time flies, but when you're really sleep deprived it doesn't. But that doesn't mean we haven't had fun during these last few weeks. In addition to his first two trips to the grocery store, Little Bee has taken his first trip to Borders (trips to Borders are a very regular event for our family, so this was

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May 8th. On all my calendars -- the electronic one used at work, the date book I carry around, and the one hanging on our refrigerator at home -- May 8th was THE day. On each one in the box under May 8th you can see "C-section" written in. Yep, today was the day I was supposed to be going in to have my baby. In fact, if my water hadn't broken prematurely, I'd be on my way right now. I was

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We just returned from little Bee's 2 week appointment with the pediatrician and a few errands. The Bee is doing great. He weighed in at 6 lbs 7 oz; his length was unchanged. The doctor said all she needed to see was that he was back to his birth weight and he surpassed that by a few ounces. Right now he measures 5th percentile for weight and 25th for height; though, since his gestational age

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I have so much to say and indeed there are a couple of half-written posts floating around, but somehow the days get away from me!Yesterday our little B was one week old. I still can hardly believe he's here and he's ours. When thinking about the last week, well really the last 10 weeks, I feel as if it was all some sort of really weird dream. I'm sure I'll write more about all of that, but for

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2 1/2 days old and all is well. Baby is well and we are both being released tomorrow afternoon. I can't believe that I get to go home and actually do normal stuff like walk around and eat meals at the table. I'm finding it even more incredible that our 35 1/2 weeker gets to come home too! After all the drama of this pregnancy, the birth and post-birth hospital stay have been remarkably NORMAL. My

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A proud big sisterAt 6:44 am on April 21, 2009. He weighed in at 6 pounds and 4 ounces and is 19 1/2 inches long. I'll post a proper arrival story soon (more for myself than because I think anyone else is dying for those details), but for now I thought I'd introduce the little bug via some photos.First photo shootThis baby just wants to sleepHad to get a shot with the hairThis big sister is so

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My c-section is scheduled for 3 weeks from today. Given how long I've already been on bedrest that's not so bad. Tomorrow I'll be 35 weeks. Considering that I was admitted into the hospital at 26 weeks, I'm thrilled to have gotten this far. BUTIt is 76 degrees out with sunshine and blue skies. My daughter's school, which is less than a mile away, let out 1/2 hour ago. I can hear kids playing

Beanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16137863271039042064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447122237329033332.post-5014157188827226872009-04-15T18:19:00.000-04:002009-04-15T18:20:34.741-04:00

You read that correctly – I’m typing from my very own couch in my very own house, NOT a hospital bed. I was released last Friday afternoon – woohoo! Despite my increasing impatience and desire to eat sitting up, apparently I was such a model patient that the docs decided I could just as well do this from home. So, yes, I’m still on bedrest. I’m still supposed to stay horizontal except for

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What a difference a week makes! A week ago I was a real basket case. When I got here at 26 weeks, I so hoped we'd make it to 32 weeks. My daughter was a 32-weeker, and while not fun, at least we had some idea what to expect and she's fine now. But as I approached that mark just after completing 5 full weeks here. I was not at all relieved or happy. In fact I hit a real low point in my stay

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I know the daily monitoring is good and I should be grateful that they are making sure the baby is doing well. But honestly, I hate it. Lying in bed all day is hard enough, but it's even harder to do so and stay relatively still for 30 minutes. It wouldn't be so bad, except that (like lots of pregnant women) I do tend to have contractions when my bladder is full. It doesn't seem to matter how

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Today is day 43, so I'm starting my 7th week in here. I'm grateful to have made it this far, and I truly hope that this baby stays in for a few more weeks, but I am going crazy in here! I'm bored and alone almost all of the time. While nothing has been happening medically, for some reason, as the days pass my anxiety level goes up and up. Every twinge scares me and I'm having a hard time

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I'm still here and the baby is still inside - yeah! Yesterday I reached the 31 week mark and today is my 33rd day in the hospital. Earlier this week I was told that I now have wheel chair privileges -- 20 minutes two times a week. For a variety of reasons I had not taken advantage of this yet, but since its pretty nice out I decided that today was the day. So about 40 minutes ago for the first

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I've learned a few things since becoming a patient here at the hospital. #1. TV sucks! At home we've been without cable or satellite service for over 2 years. In addition, because our TV is in the basement we don't even get any kind of basic signal, so we've been relying on Netflix for all of our viewing pleasure. I'll say first that I've watched ALOT of tv while in the hospital -- it is my

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also known as day 25 in the hospital. Apparently even with all kinds of free time I still suck at keeping up with this here blog. It certainly isn't for any lack of thinking about what I've wanted to say here, its just that I'm kind of lazy about actually getting the words down on paper--or the computer in this case. But now that I'm here I'll do my best to provide an update on the last 2

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Today I hit the first milestone I hoped for the day I landed here. Today I'm 28 weeks. I know that every extra day is important. I also hope that I'll be lucky enough to be here for many more weeks, but I'm nervous and trying to be realistic. So right now, the next milestone I'm looking toward and hoping for is to make it to 30 weeks. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

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Apparently it can start even before the new sibling has arrived. My daughter has been very excited about having a baby brother and she's been worried about him since I landed in the hospital. Nenertheless, I guess there's some part of her that's beginning to realize that having another child in the family will affect the existing family dynamic, specifically my relationship with her. My little

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For the second time in the last few days I gave myself a heart attack while drying off after my daily 10 minute shower. Both times the story was the same -- I put the rough white hospital towel down on the bathroom counter and then noticed a streak of pink across it. My heart jumped into my throat. After what was probably only a few seconds, but felt like an eternity, I looked down at my

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Anyone recall how about two weeks ago I said I didn't want any more drama with this pregnancy? Well, apparently I'm a drama queen because I am currently (and hopefully for a long time) lying in a hospital bed. Went in at 8:30 this morning for my glucose test and fetal weight estimation and during the ultrasound the sonographer couldn't get a good measure of the baby's head because he was so low.

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It's official. I'm in full nesting mode. Which for me means that I've got about 10 different projects only about 1/2 way done. It also means that I'm going, going, going from morning to night. And all of that means that I'm driving my husband crazy. First of all the house is a mess because of the things I've started and my husband is a guy who really needs time to unwind and recharge his

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I got in to my office at 7:30 this morning and saw that my message light was on. "Oops" I thought -- I often forget to check my voicemail regularly when I work from home as I did yesterday. I hoped it wasn't something time sensitive. I played the message and it was from someone at the Perinatal Practice (that I was at YESTERDAY) asking me to call back about my c-section they've scheduled me

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Just as I was feeling a bit more comfortable with how easy things seemed to be going with this pregnancy the universe decided it was a good time to remind me that I have no control and anything can happen.I went in for what was going to be a completely routine appointment. Pee in a cup, weight check, blood pressure check, quick check on the ultrasound* to make sure everything's ok, and then out

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I can hardly believe that yesterday I hit the 24 week mark. I'm happy to have made it this far. I'm happy that several times yesterday it felt like the Bumblebee was doing gymnastics or judo in my belly -- very reassuring! BUT, I still feel like I have soooo long to go. Right now I feel like I will only be able to heave a sigh of relief once I make it to 30 weeks. Not that I want to have a 30

Beanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16137863271039042064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447122237329033332.post-68977445793224466922009-01-30T21:00:00.000-05:002009-01-30T21:00:00.383-05:00

In case I haven't mentioned it before (but I think I have) I like to shop. Well, really I love to shop. It's probably not healthy, but it is what it is. One of the things I really enjoyed when I was pregnant with my daughter was the freedom to shop. I mean who could argue with it -- we had to have a crib and other nursery furniture and bedding and clothes and gear. This time around I've been

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Ok, so this is going to be the third post about my daughter and I'm sorry if it's boring as hell. But I suck at keeping a journal and at least this way I'm documenting some stuff for myself for the future. Also, while I think about this pregnancy all the time and have a running dialogue in my head of things that I could write about here, it's pretty much all the same (and even more boring)--

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One thing I look forward to with this new baby is the chance (for a few years at least) to have control over what he wears. I miss the days of picking cute outfits out for my daughter. Not so much because I'm a control freak, but because the outfits she picks out for herself are crazy. Much as I try to buy a lot of her clothes in complimentary colors and styles, she manages to put the craziest

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I just got this email from my MIL"xxxxx: PLEASE be careful on the slippery, icy steps and sidewalks! Love,xxxxxxxxx"I KNOW she sent it because she cares. But all caps and an exclamation point?! I mean really, I bet you could ask anyone who knows me and none would describe me as reckless. That she feels the need to send this just drives me wild! I know it shouldn't bug me so much, but it

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As I look down at my growing belly it seems almost inconceivable that in a little over three months I will in all likelihood be bringing my baby boy home and that, in the scheme of things, not too many months later that baby will be sprouting baby teeth. At the same time it is almost inconceivable that my sweet little baby girl, who came into this world 8 weeks early at 4 lbs 2 oz, is now 6 1/2

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So, we fled the DC area and headed to the in-laws for the long weekend. Now that it's inauguration day I'm more than a little sad to be missing out on the fun, but I need to remind myself how much I hate crowds and being cold! Anyway, I think the baby must be kind of excited about today too, because he's been kicking up a storm for the past 12 hours. When I crawled into bed last night it felt

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It's 9:30 in the morning and I'm still in bed! This doesn't happen very often so I'm loving it. I wouldn't have minded a little extra sleep, but about an hour ago the Ladybug came in with different plans for me. After about 30 minutes of snuggling and talking, she left to go make pancakes with Hubby while I laid in bed and enjoyed feeling the Bumblebee's morning exercise routine. And now I'm

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hurts so badly right now that I'm seriously about to cry. Trying to actually concentrate and get any work done is futile. I've tried standing, stretching, walking around, practically lying down in my chair, and sitting up as straight as possible in my chair, but NOTHING helps. I hate to complain. I'm sooo grateful to be pregnant and nearly 21 weeks along, but this is just debilitating. Thank

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This morning we went in for the 20 week anatomy scan. All is well. My blood pressue was 112/62. That was a pleasant surprise because while I hadn't been nervous at all the last couple of days, last night I had a horrible dream and then I didn't feel the baby move when I woke up and I almost always feel him first thing in the morning and before bedtime. So, let's just say I was feeling a bit

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2008 was definitely a year of ups and downs and I'm happy that it ended on the upside. If the beginning of 2009 is any indication, it should be a good year. We didn't actually do anything to ring in the new year. In fact, we were all in bed by midnight. But the morning of January 1, 2009 found my daughter snuggling next to me in bed like so many other non-work days. As we lay there I felt the

Beanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16137863271039042064noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447122237329033332.post-388258015651230742008-12-31T09:29:00.003-05:002008-12-31T09:50:01.414-05:00

Christmas was nice. We generally had a good week away from home, splitting our time between each of our parents. But I have to say that I was very glad to get home yesterday. My mom was completely stressed out by her still unfinished kitchen remodel (great timing!), my sister and brother-in-law were their usual sulky selves, and my mother-in-law drove me absolutely batty. She is in many ways

Beanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16137863271039042064noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447122237329033332.post-59276906277255896272008-12-24T06:57:00.003-05:002008-12-24T07:36:53.960-05:00

We arrived at my parents house at about 5:30pm yesterday. Had a nice dinner with the family and then my sister and I went out and began our traditional last minute shopping spree for the last few gifts and stocking stuffers for our parents. I was up until about midnight wrapping presents and talking and then fell into bed gleeful with the thought that I didn't have to get up for work and that

Beanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16137863271039042064noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447122237329033332.post-74210184878574941712008-12-19T13:50:00.002-05:002008-12-19T13:59:17.287-05:00

could I have gained 2 1/2 pounds since yesterday? And in a fit of disbelief I weighed myself after 30 minutes and I'd gained another 1/2 pound -- and I didn't have anything to eat or drink in the interim!I know I can't be too concerned about my weight right now. And trust me I'm not trying to lose weight (in fact I've been pretty bad about what I've been eating lately), but until yesterday I was

Beanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16137863271039042064noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447122237329033332.post-44904539762792929812008-12-18T10:11:00.002-05:002008-12-18T10:21:16.888-05:00

I'm so glad that we finally told our daughter about the baby. She remains very excited and has told everyone she comes in contact with, and I mean EVERYONE!Since we told her Monday night, less than 72 hours ago, she's probably asked me several hundred times "is he kicking?" or "will you tell me when you feel him kick?"The only downside to this is that it makes me all too aware of how often I'm

Beanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16137863271039042064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447122237329033332.post-64224231703849576562008-12-16T11:01:00.004-05:002008-12-16T11:44:24.255-05:00

So, we did tell our daughter about the baby last night. But it turns out that I was the big baby. We all got home later than usual and when my husband walked in the door at 7:30 my daughter was in the bath and dinner was no where in sight. So when I suggested he go get the video camera he told me didn't want to tell her because it was already late and she'd be too excited to sleep. I knew he was

Beanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16137863271039042064noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447122237329033332.post-17004052305199690282008-12-15T11:33:00.002-05:002008-12-15T12:41:55.352-05:00

So, I just off the phone with the doctor's office and my AFP came back negative. Yeah! Looks like we'll be pulling out the video camera and telling our daughter very soon. Next stop on this crazy train ride is the anatomy scan on Jan 6th. I'm so glad the holidays are between now and then, as it'll help make the time pass more quickly.I'll post more interesting stuff soon, but now I'm off to

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Here's my submission for this week's Show and Tell. Somebody got mad yesterday. While I was out having a great time at the TOOTPU cookie exchange, my husband was on kid duty. Apparently things didn't go so well at the grocery store and she was mad when they got home. This is the sign she made for her door. Absolutely cracked me up when I saw it! I love the hands on hips. I recommend clicking

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Elana at Elana's Musings tagged me.I think I've done this one before, but I thought it might be fun to do it without looking at the old answers and see whether I repeat any.The rules are:1. Link to the person who tagged you. 2. Share 7 random and/or weird facts about you.3. Tag 7 random people at the end, and include links to their blogs.So here goes...1) I often drink hot water - no tea bag, no

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