Soooo...forgive my tardiness on the new baby post. We been busy up in here! The craziness of a new baby/second child, plus a laptop that is running realllllly slow because of a virus that required completely erasing my hard drive has left me with little motivation to get online and blog. BUT! Life is good! Isabella is snoozing in my arms as we speak (ok in my ONE arm...the other arm is typing this). She is a sweet little thing, who currently having some tummy issues. Otherwise, she is rather pleasant and charming:)
L&D was...well it was L&D! It wasn't nearly as long or as bad as it was with Emma. She was born about 5 hours after we got to the hospital, 7 lbs even, 19.5 inches long with a perfectly round head. The amazing thing is that I literally only had to push 6 times before she popped out. In the middle of my second push, my nurse had to tell me to stop, then she RAN to get the doctors. They barely had time to get the table set up before Izzy made her appearance! The whole crew told me they'd never seen someone push so determinedly, or seen a baby come with so few pushes! Lets just say, after 41 weeks...yes...I was determined!
Ok, so then Emma turned 2! She is such a big girl these days! We had a great party with the family, and Emma was spoiled to near death. She got cars, and blocks, and stuffed animals, and clothes... you name it!! Pardon the advertisement here, but I have to tell you guys about these shirts I got for Emma...
My college vball teammate's sister runs a small business called Caleb's Closet, and she sews really cute kids clothes. I have been frustrated by clothing choices, because Emma LOVES dinosaurs and cars, but all clothes of that variety are super masculine. She still doesn't have much hair, and STILL gets mistaken for a boy, so I'm not about to dress her in boys clothes. So, I special ordered two shirts, a girly dinosaur and a girly car. I will post pics soon, but needless to say, Emma freakin loves 'em. Out of 7 days a week, she's been wearing one of them 4 days. She'd wear them 7 days a week if I were on top of the laundry.
Gotta eat, so lets recap. Had Izzy. Emma turned 2.
the end
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Small Miracles
Heavy, heavy sigh...
Have you ever felt like you were dodging bullet after bullet? Like you were living on the edge of constant catastrophe, and yet you could feel a strange force behind you, stopping you from tumbling into the abyss? Ok, maybe a little dramatic, but that's how I've been feeling lately. The last few weeks just seem to have been riddled with one harsh reality after another. And I have been worried, worried, worried. And it does not help that I tend to over-worry when there's NOTHING to worry about in the first place. (like that time that was my entire senior year of high school, when I never slept, because I would lay awake at night worrying about what would happen to Mom if Dad ever died??) Throw some ACTUAL stuff in my direction, and the worry mode goes into extreme overload.
This has been even more true of the last few days. Emma has been working on her two year molars (her last two teeth have cut through! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!) and was getting up in the middle of the night. Friday at 3 am, she was up again, and Mike, being the good guy that he is, told me to stay put and that he'd get up with her, get her some medicine, and get her back to bed. So I laid back down and closed my eyes, only to hear Mike and Emma screaming as they fell down the entire flight of stairs. I jumped out of bed to find them in a crumpled heap at the bottom.
Fast forward, and Emma very suddenly began showing signs of a cold on Monday. What was minor on Monday very quickly turned into, what seemed to me, a very bad cold. I've been worried enough about how she'll deal when the new baby comes, and the last thing I want is for her to be sick when we bring the new baby home. I don't want to have to keep them separated, nor do I want Emma to feel rejected if she can't come near the baby. So I took her to the doctor to find that she has double ear infections and bronchitis.
Fast forward to just about 2.5 hours ago, and Emma and I were driving on 81S, going about 60mph in the right hand lane, when a car came up behind us in the left lane, and decided to merge into the right lane before it had completely passed us. Its rear bumper was in line with my sideview mirror. I had to lay on the horn, slam on the brakes, and swerve all over the road, nearly hitting a guard rail and two other cars in the process, to avoid being hit by her. The other driver didn't even flinch, just kept on coming.
One thing after another. And yet today, as I was cuddling with Emma on the couch, I could not get past this feeling that no, I haven't been dodging bullets, but I have been reaping one blessing after another.
Friday night, Mike fell and slid down the stairs. He was able to wrap Emma up in his arms so that the worst of her injuries was a scraped chin. He himself has a pretty banged up shoulder, hip and foot, but nothing is broken, and he can generally function as normal, even if he is still sore. I can't stop thinking about how that could have gone wrong. He is a very, very large man. What if he had dropped her? Landed on top of her? What if he had fell head over heals, instead of just sliding? What if either of them had gotten a limb stuck between the rails? But none of that happened...
Take Emma's illness. It cropped up out of the blue, and has only been going for a few days. All instincts told me it was just a cold, and to let her ride it out. But this morning I received a prompting that I needed to call the doctor. Our pediatrician is very popular, and even in cases like this, it can sometimes take two or three days before he has an opening in his schedule. So I called in this morning expecting just to talk to someone from nurse triage. I talked to the nurse and she agreed with me that it just sounded like a simple cold, and there wasn't much to be done except for Tylenol to help ease her discomfort. And then as I was about to hang up, she spoke up, saying "well you know, it wouldn't hurt if you wanted to bring her in and have Dr. Baker take a look at her, just in case..." I agreed, and hung up thinking I'd get a call in the next day or two for an appointment. 10 minutes later I got a call saying they'd had a short notice cancellation, and Dr. Baker would be available in an hour. This never happens, so I jumped on it. As Dr. Baker was checking her out, and gave me her diagnosis, he said to me,
"I'm glad I was able to see her today. These bugs have been hitting hard already this year, and this could easily have turned into pneumonia by the weekend."
What if someone else hadn't cancelled their appointment at the last minute today? What if I hadn't been prompted to call the doctor in the first place? What if I hadn't hesitated long enough to hear the nurse say I could bring her in, just in case? But none of that happened...
Take the incident today on the highway. I have absolutely no idea how I was able to avoid an accident. I have been a fender bender, but I have never been so close to being in a major, high speed accident in heavy traffic. This was the lunch time rush, headed towards downtown Harrisburg, and there was absolutely no room to maneuver. I don't know how the other driver was so oblivious to me, but she was, and yet I was somehow able to slow down enough, and maneuver my car back and forth, so she didn't hit me, I didn't hit the wall/guard rail, and I didn't either of the two cars to my left. I have NO IDEA how I did it. I don't even remember the moves, I just remember a blur of tires squealing. It could have gone so horribly wrong.
What if I hadn't seen her coming into my lane? What if I hadn't been able to slow down enough? What if I hadn't been able to swerve back to my left, before I hit the railing on my right? What if the other cars around me hadn't seen what happened, and adjusted their driving as well? But none of that happened...
In each of these scenarios, what could have gone horribly wrong... just didn't. And I know for a matter of fact, that it's because we are being protected by a force much greater than our own. We have been blessed beyond measure, and so many times in the last few weeks, I have just sat down and wept at the thought of it. I've seen so many small miracles in my life this last month. And I am so thankful for it. I'm thankful for it all, because I'll take an irritating, annoying, or minor set back ANY DAY, over any one of the major catastrophes that could have happened...
Have you ever felt like you were dodging bullet after bullet? Like you were living on the edge of constant catastrophe, and yet you could feel a strange force behind you, stopping you from tumbling into the abyss? Ok, maybe a little dramatic, but that's how I've been feeling lately. The last few weeks just seem to have been riddled with one harsh reality after another. And I have been worried, worried, worried. And it does not help that I tend to over-worry when there's NOTHING to worry about in the first place. (like that time that was my entire senior year of high school, when I never slept, because I would lay awake at night worrying about what would happen to Mom if Dad ever died??) Throw some ACTUAL stuff in my direction, and the worry mode goes into extreme overload.
This has been even more true of the last few days. Emma has been working on her two year molars (her last two teeth have cut through! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!) and was getting up in the middle of the night. Friday at 3 am, she was up again, and Mike, being the good guy that he is, told me to stay put and that he'd get up with her, get her some medicine, and get her back to bed. So I laid back down and closed my eyes, only to hear Mike and Emma screaming as they fell down the entire flight of stairs. I jumped out of bed to find them in a crumpled heap at the bottom.
Fast forward, and Emma very suddenly began showing signs of a cold on Monday. What was minor on Monday very quickly turned into, what seemed to me, a very bad cold. I've been worried enough about how she'll deal when the new baby comes, and the last thing I want is for her to be sick when we bring the new baby home. I don't want to have to keep them separated, nor do I want Emma to feel rejected if she can't come near the baby. So I took her to the doctor to find that she has double ear infections and bronchitis.
Fast forward to just about 2.5 hours ago, and Emma and I were driving on 81S, going about 60mph in the right hand lane, when a car came up behind us in the left lane, and decided to merge into the right lane before it had completely passed us. Its rear bumper was in line with my sideview mirror. I had to lay on the horn, slam on the brakes, and swerve all over the road, nearly hitting a guard rail and two other cars in the process, to avoid being hit by her. The other driver didn't even flinch, just kept on coming.
One thing after another. And yet today, as I was cuddling with Emma on the couch, I could not get past this feeling that no, I haven't been dodging bullets, but I have been reaping one blessing after another.
Friday night, Mike fell and slid down the stairs. He was able to wrap Emma up in his arms so that the worst of her injuries was a scraped chin. He himself has a pretty banged up shoulder, hip and foot, but nothing is broken, and he can generally function as normal, even if he is still sore. I can't stop thinking about how that could have gone wrong. He is a very, very large man. What if he had dropped her? Landed on top of her? What if he had fell head over heals, instead of just sliding? What if either of them had gotten a limb stuck between the rails? But none of that happened...
Take Emma's illness. It cropped up out of the blue, and has only been going for a few days. All instincts told me it was just a cold, and to let her ride it out. But this morning I received a prompting that I needed to call the doctor. Our pediatrician is very popular, and even in cases like this, it can sometimes take two or three days before he has an opening in his schedule. So I called in this morning expecting just to talk to someone from nurse triage. I talked to the nurse and she agreed with me that it just sounded like a simple cold, and there wasn't much to be done except for Tylenol to help ease her discomfort. And then as I was about to hang up, she spoke up, saying "well you know, it wouldn't hurt if you wanted to bring her in and have Dr. Baker take a look at her, just in case..." I agreed, and hung up thinking I'd get a call in the next day or two for an appointment. 10 minutes later I got a call saying they'd had a short notice cancellation, and Dr. Baker would be available in an hour. This never happens, so I jumped on it. As Dr. Baker was checking her out, and gave me her diagnosis, he said to me,
"I'm glad I was able to see her today. These bugs have been hitting hard already this year, and this could easily have turned into pneumonia by the weekend."
What if someone else hadn't cancelled their appointment at the last minute today? What if I hadn't been prompted to call the doctor in the first place? What if I hadn't hesitated long enough to hear the nurse say I could bring her in, just in case? But none of that happened...
Take the incident today on the highway. I have absolutely no idea how I was able to avoid an accident. I have been a fender bender, but I have never been so close to being in a major, high speed accident in heavy traffic. This was the lunch time rush, headed towards downtown Harrisburg, and there was absolutely no room to maneuver. I don't know how the other driver was so oblivious to me, but she was, and yet I was somehow able to slow down enough, and maneuver my car back and forth, so she didn't hit me, I didn't hit the wall/guard rail, and I didn't either of the two cars to my left. I have NO IDEA how I did it. I don't even remember the moves, I just remember a blur of tires squealing. It could have gone so horribly wrong.
What if I hadn't seen her coming into my lane? What if I hadn't been able to slow down enough? What if I hadn't been able to swerve back to my left, before I hit the railing on my right? What if the other cars around me hadn't seen what happened, and adjusted their driving as well? But none of that happened...
In each of these scenarios, what could have gone horribly wrong... just didn't. And I know for a matter of fact, that it's because we are being protected by a force much greater than our own. We have been blessed beyond measure, and so many times in the last few weeks, I have just sat down and wept at the thought of it. I've seen so many small miracles in my life this last month. And I am so thankful for it. I'm thankful for it all, because I'll take an irritating, annoying, or minor set back ANY DAY, over any one of the major catastrophes that could have happened...
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
My Heart...
My Heart... oh how it burns!!
Not to bore you all with details of my pregnancy, but this is my blog, so deal with it. This pregnancy has been pretty different from my first one.
First of all, at my last two visits with the OB I've been told that I am doing VERY well with my weight, and oh, my, I must be exercising and eating right, and blah blah blah. Reality? I have had major cravings this entire pregnancy, mostly for things like brownies and cookies, and ice cream, and homemade whipped cream, and all other sorts of sugary junk. And I have, generally, indulged these cravings. AND? I think I've been to the gym maybe 3 times since I got pregnant.
With Emma? I had NO cravings, spent the entire 41 weeks feeling like I was about to hurl, actually. I had to force myself to eat cereal, bananas and yogurt, and that's pretty much all I ate. Except that one time that I woke up in the middle of the night craving peanut butter bread. But still. I was going to the gym 3-4 times a week, and working full time, where I was on my feet most of the day. AND I PUT ON 40 FREAKIN' POUNDS.
I've only put on 20 pounds with this one. And then I realized the difference. When I got pregnant with Emma I was, if I may say, rather fit and firm. I didn't have a six pack, but I sure did have a 2 pack. And a somewhat nonexistent bum. And my thighs didn't rub together when I walked.
When I got pregnant with Squish, I was still 15-20 lbs heavier than I wanted to be, mostly because I picked the stupidest way possible for me to "lose weight". Sure, training for that marathon was great for my health, and helped me build muscle, and I actually had a great time doing the training with Darin, but after the first 5 or 6 weeks, when I started really piling on the miles, my body became too efficient and stopped burning fat, and only ADDED the weight of more muscle. I know, I know. Sob story. That's not my point. I don't really have a point, except to say that things are different. I know I'm not "fat", and I'm not complaining about my body. I'm just typing things because I was told to blog more, and it's getting late and I'm sort of tired and holding a train of thought is proving to be a difficult task lately.
Anyway.
Also different? The heartburn. I never had heartburn, EVER IN MY LIFE, until about 3 months ago. When I got it the first time, I was like "OMG Mike! There's this burning! In my chest and up my throat! ACK! WHAT'S HAPPENING??" And he was all, "You mean, like heartburn?" And then I was like, "this is HEARTBURN??? THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO HAVE THIS FEELING EVERY TIME THEY EAT?!?! I WOULD KILL MYSELF!!" Yeah, I totally get why people complain about heartburn, now, and why there are so many commercials for heartburn medicines. It totally sucks.
And then today, Mike wanted Mexican for lunch. So we went to El Rodeo, and I had exactly 2 chips with salsa before the heartburn struck. And it got me thinking, what do Mexican women do?? I mean, if that's your daily diet, are you immune to the heartburn that pregnancy can bring on? And if you're not, what do you eat? I don't know if I've eaten a non-spicy Mexican dish, HOW DO THEY DEAL WITH IT?!? I mean, I guess there's guacamole and stuff like that that's not too spicy, but still... what if you couldn't eat anything that you used to eat on a daily basis? Torture. Just plain torture. But I guess that's just not Mexicans, isn't Thai food really spicy? And probably other cultures, too.
Also different? The swelling. With Emma, I was able to take my rings off and on at leisure the whole time. I think I mentioned before that about 4 weeks ago now, I had to take them off completely. And that I had to put my hand in the freezer for about 5 minutes to shrink it up, and then lather it up with soap before I could get them off. And my feet. My poor, poor feet. They are enormous. I knew they were swelling, and my ankle bones disappeared, but I didn't realize how big my feet were getting until I tried to put shoes on last weekend. I've been wearing flip flops or slide-ons (are they called slide-ons? They're not, but I really can't think of what you call shoes that just have a strap over the top of the foot. You slide them on, but that can't be what they're called...) all summer. We were headed to the park last weekend, and my feet were just killing me, so I thought I'd help the situation with a little padded sneaker action. And I could barely get them on my feet. And the laces were so loose that I barely had enough slack to tie them. And by the time we'd driven to the park, my feet were throbbing so badly, that I had to take them off, for fear of my feet losing circulation, and falling off completely. Thankfully, we've finished most of the major projects that needed doing before Squish arrives, so I finally feel like I can sit down and relax more. Thus, my ankle bones are usually showing in the morning when I wake up, even if they're not when I go to bed.
Lastly, there's Emma. When I was pregnant with Emma, I didn't have an Emma to chase around. Strange, I know. But with Squishy, I DO have an Emma to chase around. Which is fun, and everything, but it's getting harder to keep up with her. Because she's fast and sneaky like that.
There's been more differences, but I'm bored now, and Mike's on conference call for work (AGAIN!! GAG ME WITH A SPOON!!) so it's getting even harder to hold a train of thought, so yeah.
Not to bore you all with details of my pregnancy, but this is my blog, so deal with it. This pregnancy has been pretty different from my first one.
First of all, at my last two visits with the OB I've been told that I am doing VERY well with my weight, and oh, my, I must be exercising and eating right, and blah blah blah. Reality? I have had major cravings this entire pregnancy, mostly for things like brownies and cookies, and ice cream, and homemade whipped cream, and all other sorts of sugary junk. And I have, generally, indulged these cravings. AND? I think I've been to the gym maybe 3 times since I got pregnant.
With Emma? I had NO cravings, spent the entire 41 weeks feeling like I was about to hurl, actually. I had to force myself to eat cereal, bananas and yogurt, and that's pretty much all I ate. Except that one time that I woke up in the middle of the night craving peanut butter bread. But still. I was going to the gym 3-4 times a week, and working full time, where I was on my feet most of the day. AND I PUT ON 40 FREAKIN' POUNDS.
I've only put on 20 pounds with this one. And then I realized the difference. When I got pregnant with Emma I was, if I may say, rather fit and firm. I didn't have a six pack, but I sure did have a 2 pack. And a somewhat nonexistent bum. And my thighs didn't rub together when I walked.
When I got pregnant with Squish, I was still 15-20 lbs heavier than I wanted to be, mostly because I picked the stupidest way possible for me to "lose weight". Sure, training for that marathon was great for my health, and helped me build muscle, and I actually had a great time doing the training with Darin, but after the first 5 or 6 weeks, when I started really piling on the miles, my body became too efficient and stopped burning fat, and only ADDED the weight of more muscle. I know, I know. Sob story. That's not my point. I don't really have a point, except to say that things are different. I know I'm not "fat", and I'm not complaining about my body. I'm just typing things because I was told to blog more, and it's getting late and I'm sort of tired and holding a train of thought is proving to be a difficult task lately.
Anyway.
Also different? The heartburn. I never had heartburn, EVER IN MY LIFE, until about 3 months ago. When I got it the first time, I was like "OMG Mike! There's this burning! In my chest and up my throat! ACK! WHAT'S HAPPENING??" And he was all, "You mean, like heartburn?" And then I was like, "this is HEARTBURN??? THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO HAVE THIS FEELING EVERY TIME THEY EAT?!?! I WOULD KILL MYSELF!!" Yeah, I totally get why people complain about heartburn, now, and why there are so many commercials for heartburn medicines. It totally sucks.
And then today, Mike wanted Mexican for lunch. So we went to El Rodeo, and I had exactly 2 chips with salsa before the heartburn struck. And it got me thinking, what do Mexican women do?? I mean, if that's your daily diet, are you immune to the heartburn that pregnancy can bring on? And if you're not, what do you eat? I don't know if I've eaten a non-spicy Mexican dish, HOW DO THEY DEAL WITH IT?!? I mean, I guess there's guacamole and stuff like that that's not too spicy, but still... what if you couldn't eat anything that you used to eat on a daily basis? Torture. Just plain torture. But I guess that's just not Mexicans, isn't Thai food really spicy? And probably other cultures, too.
Also different? The swelling. With Emma, I was able to take my rings off and on at leisure the whole time. I think I mentioned before that about 4 weeks ago now, I had to take them off completely. And that I had to put my hand in the freezer for about 5 minutes to shrink it up, and then lather it up with soap before I could get them off. And my feet. My poor, poor feet. They are enormous. I knew they were swelling, and my ankle bones disappeared, but I didn't realize how big my feet were getting until I tried to put shoes on last weekend. I've been wearing flip flops or slide-ons (are they called slide-ons? They're not, but I really can't think of what you call shoes that just have a strap over the top of the foot. You slide them on, but that can't be what they're called...) all summer. We were headed to the park last weekend, and my feet were just killing me, so I thought I'd help the situation with a little padded sneaker action. And I could barely get them on my feet. And the laces were so loose that I barely had enough slack to tie them. And by the time we'd driven to the park, my feet were throbbing so badly, that I had to take them off, for fear of my feet losing circulation, and falling off completely. Thankfully, we've finished most of the major projects that needed doing before Squish arrives, so I finally feel like I can sit down and relax more. Thus, my ankle bones are usually showing in the morning when I wake up, even if they're not when I go to bed.
Lastly, there's Emma. When I was pregnant with Emma, I didn't have an Emma to chase around. Strange, I know. But with Squishy, I DO have an Emma to chase around. Which is fun, and everything, but it's getting harder to keep up with her. Because she's fast and sneaky like that.
There's been more differences, but I'm bored now, and Mike's on conference call for work (AGAIN!! GAG ME WITH A SPOON!!) so it's getting even harder to hold a train of thought, so yeah.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
For Amanda...
Here are some pictures for SIL Amanda, who is STILL NOT ON FACEBOOK, and so she can't see these pics that I've already posted there...
One day Emma decided to strip everything but her onesie. Then she found the green shirt that Gramma bought for her in Destin, FL. Then, later, she found a winter hat that is far too small for her head. Then, she demanded that I allow her to swiffer the floor. And then, I took this picture.
Emma is such a daredevil (usually). Here she is sayin, "Look MA! NO HANDS!"
Here she is looking like a big girl
And, generally, she's just a goofball.
And here I am, looking pasty and puffy at 34 weeks!
One day Emma decided to strip everything but her onesie. Then she found the green shirt that Gramma bought for her in Destin, FL. Then, later, she found a winter hat that is far too small for her head. Then, she demanded that I allow her to swiffer the floor. And then, I took this picture.
Emma is such a daredevil (usually). Here she is sayin, "Look MA! NO HANDS!"
Here she is looking like a big girl
And, generally, she's just a goofball.
And here I am, looking pasty and puffy at 34 weeks!
Monday, September 13, 2010
funny stuff
A few conversations I've had in the past few days... this is why I haven't gone insane. Yet.
1. It was chilly and rainy on Sunday, so I was digging around in Emma's room for a pair of pants to keep her warm for her nap. I came down with a pair of white fleecy, fuzzy pants. Mike says, "you know it's after Labor Day, right?"
2. At lunch with Grandma (who goes by GG, or Great Grandma), Bird and Emma.
Me: So, Emma's been mixing you and Jesus up. She'll see a picture of Jesus and call him GG, or we'll be talking about a visit to GG and she'll say JESUS!
Grandma: Oh Boy! I'm not THAT good!
3. On the couch with Bird, as she plays with her new "random trivia" app on her phone.
Bird: Black Whales are born white.
Me: So... I guess that means once they go black, they never go back.
Bird: BWAHAHAHAHAH! FACEBOOK STATUS!
I love these people.
1. It was chilly and rainy on Sunday, so I was digging around in Emma's room for a pair of pants to keep her warm for her nap. I came down with a pair of white fleecy, fuzzy pants. Mike says, "you know it's after Labor Day, right?"
2. At lunch with Grandma (who goes by GG, or Great Grandma), Bird and Emma.
Me: So, Emma's been mixing you and Jesus up. She'll see a picture of Jesus and call him GG, or we'll be talking about a visit to GG and she'll say JESUS!
Grandma: Oh Boy! I'm not THAT good!
3. On the couch with Bird, as she plays with her new "random trivia" app on her phone.
Bird: Black Whales are born white.
Me: So... I guess that means once they go black, they never go back.
Bird: BWAHAHAHAHAH! FACEBOOK STATUS!
I love these people.
Monday, September 6, 2010
CHECK!
Been busy up in here.
Paint squishy's room: Check
Assemble crib: Check
Put cute owl motif on walls: Check
Buy lots and lots of NB and size 1 diapers: Check
Wash NB and 0-3 mo. clothes: Check
Fold/Hang, and put clothes away: Check
Re-finish old disgusting spicy-mustard-yellow dresser: Check
Take Emma for last hurrah(s) at HersheyPark: Check
Get play kitchen for Emma to have when Squish comes: Check
Make bulk batches of broccoli soup and fresh corn chowder to freeze for ease of cooking when Squishy arrives: Check
Clean out Garage: (mostly) Check
Recklessly Carry heavy items down into the basement instead of waiting for Mike to get home and do it: Check
Replace mailbox: Check
Finally crush and bundle the empty boxes from the move, to be placed in recycling for tomorrow: Check
Join Book Club: Check
Order me up the latest generation Kindle for an early B-Day Present: Check
Finally wear my "You Can Touch My Belly If I Can Punch Your Face" shirt (a gift from Sam and K, can you say PERFECT??) out in public, and revel in the looks I got from it: Check
Gestate to 32 weeks: Check
FINALLY REALIZE THAT THE REASON BEHIND EMMA'S CRANKITUDINOUSITY AND SLEEP AVERSIONOUSITY IS THAT HER LAST 4 MOLARS ARE COMING IN, AND GIVE HER SOME FREAKIN TYLENOL: Check
Sit down and relax and/or take a nap: Uncheck.
Paint squishy's room: Check
Assemble crib: Check
Put cute owl motif on walls: Check
Buy lots and lots of NB and size 1 diapers: Check
Wash NB and 0-3 mo. clothes: Check
Fold/Hang, and put clothes away: Check
Re-finish old disgusting spicy-mustard-yellow dresser: Check
Take Emma for last hurrah(s) at HersheyPark: Check
Get play kitchen for Emma to have when Squish comes: Check
Make bulk batches of broccoli soup and fresh corn chowder to freeze for ease of cooking when Squishy arrives: Check
Clean out Garage: (mostly) Check
Recklessly Carry heavy items down into the basement instead of waiting for Mike to get home and do it: Check
Replace mailbox: Check
Finally crush and bundle the empty boxes from the move, to be placed in recycling for tomorrow: Check
Join Book Club: Check
Order me up the latest generation Kindle for an early B-Day Present: Check
Finally wear my "You Can Touch My Belly If I Can Punch Your Face" shirt (a gift from Sam and K, can you say PERFECT??) out in public, and revel in the looks I got from it: Check
Gestate to 32 weeks: Check
FINALLY REALIZE THAT THE REASON BEHIND EMMA'S CRANKITUDINOUSITY AND SLEEP AVERSIONOUSITY IS THAT HER LAST 4 MOLARS ARE COMING IN, AND GIVE HER SOME FREAKIN TYLENOL: Check
Sit down and relax and/or take a nap: Uncheck.
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