Wednesday, August 6, 2008

It's been a long day.

I''ve been trying to wake up at 6, to get Rocky ready for waking up early. It sucks. I hate waking up early. I love weekends where we can sleep late. I am already worried that soccer is going to take that away from out Saturday mornings, and if we're being good religious people we need to go to chuch on Sundays....

I guess I'll have plenty of time to sleep when I am dead. At least that's what I told a lazy patient today. He's closer there than he likes to think, especially if he keeps his lazy ass in the bed.

Today I worked like a good little employee, only pissed one person off that I know of. And really, it wasn't my fault. So BITE ME to the bitter old lady.

Tum tum now says everything we say "Tum-tum what did you do?" as he pretty much destroyed my moms living room in less than 2 min, he said "what did you do??" too fun.

I am tired, I am going to bed. My new toy better be here tomorrow, I will cry, and kick and scream if it isn't here. It hasn't been updated on the tracking thing since yesterday am, and that makes me nervous, I just wanna play.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Very well said.

Dear Non-Pregnant Person,

I hope you find these guidelines helpful in your interactions with pregnant women as failing to follow them may result in serious physical harm. If you are thinking, surely she doesn't mean me- then you should probably read this twice.

1) The appropriate response to a couple telling you they are having a baby is "Congratulations!" with enthusiasm. Any other response makes you an &*@!!!

2) Through the wonders of science, we now know that babies are made ONLY by the mother and father- not grandparents. Unless the baby is in your uterus or you are the man that helped put it there, you may not ever use the phrase "my baby".

3) On the same note, unless you made the baby as defined in 2, the pregnancy, birth and raising of the child are not about you. You do not have input. No one wants to hear your opinion unless they ask for it.

4) The body of a pregnant women should be treated the same as any other body. You would not randomly touch someone's stomach if they were not pregnant, nor would you inquire into the condition of their uterus, cervix or how they plan to use their breasts. Pregnancy does not remove all traces of privacy from a woman.

5) Likewise, no women wants to hear comments on her weight- ever. A pregnant woman does not find it flattering that you think she is about is pop, must be having twins, looks swollen or has gained weight in her face. Telling her she looks too small only makes her worry that she is somehow starving her baby. Making such comments invite her to critique your physical appearance and you may not act offended. The only acceptable comment on appearance is "You look fabulous!".

6) By the time we are 20-30 years old, most of us have picked up on the fact that the summer is hot. We are hot every summer when we are not pregnant. We don't need you to point out that we will be miserably hot before the baby comes.

7) There is a reason that tickets to Labor & Delivery are not yet sold on Ticketmaster. Childbirth is actually not a public event. It may sound crazy, but some women really do not relish the idea of their mother, MIL or a host of other family members seeing their bare butt and genitals. Also, some people simply feel like the birth of their child is a private and emotional moment to be shared only by the parents.

8) Like everything else is life, unless you receive an invitation, you are NOT invited. This includes doctor appointments, ultrasounds, labor, delivery, the hospital and the parents home. You do not decide if you will be there for the birth or if you will move in with the new parents to "help out". If your assistance is desired, rest assured that you will be asked for it.

9) If you are asked to help after the birth, this means you should clean up the house, help with cooking meals, and generally stay out of the way. Holding the baby more than the parents, interfering with breastfeeding and sleeping schedules and making a woman who is still leaking fluid from multiple locations lift a finger in housework is not helping.

10) The only people entitled to time with the baby are the parents. Whether they choose to have you at the hospital for the birth or ask for you to wait three weeks to visit, appreciate that you are are being given the privilege of seeing their child. Complaining or showing disappointment only encourages the parents to include you less.

Estimated delivery 08/07/2008

I cannot wait to play with my new toy! Camera, that is. Dirty people.



I will take tons of pics. The first day. Then prolly put it up till bdays and holidays. LOL



Gotta go wake the kids up and get started on my day.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

I am a horrible american.

I am NOT looking forward to the olympics taking over TV for the next 2 weeks. Shoot me.

That look...

You know what look I am talking about. The look that some kids just have. HE has it. Tum-tum has it. It's in his eyes. You know he's thinking/planning/plotting SOMETHING. And it's up to the adult/adults in charge to keep ahead of him and KNOW what he is thinking. It's actually quite humorous right now, because I am able to mostly keep ahead of him..well. he just put a bunch of plastic worms in Tony's cup...but since it was Tony's cup, Tony should have been the adult in charge of that situation, right??

I will take a picture of that look in 3-5 days after my NEW CAMERA gets here. I was worried I wasn't going to be able to let Rocky start Kindy cause I couldn't find my camera, so I just went ahead and ordered one. The other one was old and dying anyway, it would turn on and off whenever it felt necessart, so I NEEDED a new one anyway, right?

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Daggum it, he was right.

As we walked into Sams tonight, Tony said "ya know, a full buggy cost $300"...we had just a teeny tiny bit more room in the buggy...and it cost almost that much. BUT. We got lots of lunch stuff so hopefully we (ok, ok, I) can stop eating out so much. Tum-tum was going through the store screaching at the top of his lungs "COOKIES" hehe...he is just too cute.

Rocky was so full of energy, clearly not listening or doing anything I wanted him to do.

Tomorrow I am going out to lucnh with a friend. We both love Olive Garden, and our husbands hate it. So, they appreciate that we go together.

Did I totally not just contradict myself about eating out?!?! LOL.

I have to get Rocky some new undies and socks to start school and he is ALL READY!!

I, am not though. I have to get a new camera. I cannot find mine, and this child cannot start school without me having pics of his first day. The hunt is on!

A friend of ours brought some baby things over today! Now we have a cool rainforest swing that swings different ways, a jumperoo, a cool boppy bouncy seat! I am so excited. I mean, really, it's my 3rd I am not preparing this time, really. I'm not. This kid won't even have his own room till he's like 4-5-6 months old and we buy a house! He'll be lucky if the carseat is in the car when we're on our way to the hospital. I have to make it through Christmas. I am stating from here on out, he is more than welcome to join us...after 12am on 12/26...the second I look like I am going into labor after 37w I'll have my section...I prefer it be after 38w, due to Tum-tums arrival at 37w requiring a week long NICU stay...so. after 12/26 at midnight he's free to come. A few vibes about that wouldn't hurt either, k!

going to bed. thank you mr. tylenol pm...my back hurts, my head hurts, my wallet hurts..and something else hurts, but i'll spare you. Well, some of you. LOL.

Friday, August 1, 2008

This is why I'm hot..this is why i'm hot, this is why you're not...

Cause it's a million (96 degrees) and like a million% humidity (90%) .....

ANYWAYS...It's the weekend!!! I don't know what we are going to do?!?! I think sleeping is way up there on my to do list. I don't have time to blog a good blog right now. Tum tum just came to me and has DEODERANT all over him, he is powder fresh...but uh, need to tend to that.

Funny real quick.

Rocky got kissed by a girl at school today. He started crying "i didn't do it, i didn't do it"....then when I picked him up from school he's in the van singing...and SMILING like a fly on cow poo "I kissed a girl and i liked it..."