So, I'm meeting my mom and my sister A for pedicures the other night. I'm super psyched because I haven't had a pedicure since I was about 6 months pregnant and OMG my feet were needing one desperately. I'm pretty sure my heels could have been used to carve rocks.
I dropped Sir off with my dad, and we head on out to enjoy some nice relaxing pampering. I'm sitting in the nice massaging chair, minding my own business, chatting with Mom & A, and the lady doing my pedicure looks at me out of the blue and says "Are you pregnant?" ...
Um, NO. But thanks. Thanks for noticing that I still look like I'm carrying Sir's unborn twin. I'm super glad that the past 3 months of dieting and walking 5 miles a day has paid off. At least my legs look good from all that walking, right?
No. Two minutes after Asian lady stuck the first foot in her mouth, she opens even wider and says "You have a lot of bruises on your legs." Great. While not nearly as insulting as your first comment, I appreciate you noticing the fact that it looks like I have some weird blood disorder because I'm the clumsiest person on the planet.
Enjoy my feet, lady.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
2 Things...
And they're entirely unrelated.
1. I hate my period. HATE. IT. Like with the burning fire of a thousand suns. I did not miss it at all while I was pregnant. Not having it was one of my pregnancy highlights. It returned last month and I was not pleased. I also felt a bit like I was 12 having my first period. I didn't know what to do! I was scrambling in my closet hoping that I had some kind of product left over from last year.
So I thought maybe it was a fluke last month and it wouldn't come back this month, but don't you know? Like clockwork. There it is.
I'm a little angry. I'm still exclusively breastfeeding Sir and for many mothers, AF doesn't come back until the baby is weaned. Not so in my case. Mother Nature has it in for me.
It's not easy for me to find time to pee, much less take care of other business. This is not convenient for me.
2. There was a giant black bear in my front yard tonight!!! I was standing in the dining room talking to Ryan, happened to look out the big bay window, and BAM! Literally 5 feet away lumbering through!!! I tried to get a picture, but by the time I grabbed the camera and got the door open, it was already across the street in the neighbor's yard.
I knew there were bears in the neighborhood (last I heard there were about 7), but I've never seen one in the five years we've been here. Normally they don't come over to our side of the street, they spend their time in the woods on the ridge across from us.
But holy crap! There it was tonight! It was huge! Almost gave me a heart attack since I was NOT expecting to see a bear when I looked out the window!
Okay, that's all. Time for me to pack so I can head up to the Cape with R and the babes for a few days!
1. I hate my period. HATE. IT. Like with the burning fire of a thousand suns. I did not miss it at all while I was pregnant. Not having it was one of my pregnancy highlights. It returned last month and I was not pleased. I also felt a bit like I was 12 having my first period. I didn't know what to do! I was scrambling in my closet hoping that I had some kind of product left over from last year.
So I thought maybe it was a fluke last month and it wouldn't come back this month, but don't you know? Like clockwork. There it is.
I'm a little angry. I'm still exclusively breastfeeding Sir and for many mothers, AF doesn't come back until the baby is weaned. Not so in my case. Mother Nature has it in for me.
It's not easy for me to find time to pee, much less take care of other business. This is not convenient for me.
2. There was a giant black bear in my front yard tonight!!! I was standing in the dining room talking to Ryan, happened to look out the big bay window, and BAM! Literally 5 feet away lumbering through!!! I tried to get a picture, but by the time I grabbed the camera and got the door open, it was already across the street in the neighbor's yard.
I knew there were bears in the neighborhood (last I heard there were about 7), but I've never seen one in the five years we've been here. Normally they don't come over to our side of the street, they spend their time in the woods on the ridge across from us.
But holy crap! There it was tonight! It was huge! Almost gave me a heart attack since I was NOT expecting to see a bear when I looked out the window!
Okay, that's all. Time for me to pack so I can head up to the Cape with R and the babes for a few days!
Sunday, May 16, 2010
I Hate My Diaper Bag
Hate. It. It's really cute. But so so so impractical. It's a kate spade, I got it last year at the Wrentham outlets for half off. But, oh, the things you don't realize before you have kids.
First of all, it leaves pink streaks on my car every time it happens to hit the exterior. Like if I'm squeezing through the garage with the car seat and diaper bag. PINK STREAKS. ON MY CAR.
It doesn't have very many pockets. 2 exterior, but the exterior material is really stiff and I can't fit too much in them. They're also not large. 4 on the inside, and one zippered pouch. Okay. Maybe it has plenty of pockets for the normal person. But not me! I like pockets!
It doesn't close. The top gets secured by two strings that I have to tie shut. Not exactly something I feel like doing every time I have to go in there for something while I'm trying to wrangle a wriggly baby.
Plus, I'm getting past the stage where I need to pack 12 diapers and 3 backup outfits. Now all I need (unless it's an all day long excursion) are one or two diapers, a burp cloth, wipes, changing pad, and toys. The diapers, wipes, and changing pad I have in a travel pad in my car at all times. Sort of like this:
So I need something NOT HUGE, and also something that doesn't scream diaper bag. It's not easy. And I'm not exactly looking to spend hundreds of dollars.
I suppose I could start using my regular handbag. But then I realize that I haven't really purchased anything for me in like 6 months. I won't buy new clothes for me because I'm a fatass. I turned my excessive spending habits into buying clothes for Sir, and buying groceries. Probably thus contributing to me being a fatass.
*sigh* I just want a cute new diaper bag. Or handbag that will function as a diaper bag. And I would like someone to find it for me and tell me "Look! I found you a diaper bag!"
*sigh* I just want a cute new... something. I'm starting to feel like a frumpy mom. I spend most of my day in yoga pants (see: I'm a fatass); I can't remember the last time I did my hair. Showering is a luxury that I forget to do some days. I haven't had an eyebrow wax since BEFORE SIR WAS BORN. I feel like Sasquatch. Pedicure? Oh please. My feet could cut granite. Manicure? Not a chance. Sir's starting to teethe and I don't really want him eating my nail polish.
First of all, it leaves pink streaks on my car every time it happens to hit the exterior. Like if I'm squeezing through the garage with the car seat and diaper bag. PINK STREAKS. ON MY CAR.
It doesn't have very many pockets. 2 exterior, but the exterior material is really stiff and I can't fit too much in them. They're also not large. 4 on the inside, and one zippered pouch. Okay. Maybe it has plenty of pockets for the normal person. But not me! I like pockets!
It doesn't close. The top gets secured by two strings that I have to tie shut. Not exactly something I feel like doing every time I have to go in there for something while I'm trying to wrangle a wriggly baby.
Plus, I'm getting past the stage where I need to pack 12 diapers and 3 backup outfits. Now all I need (unless it's an all day long excursion) are one or two diapers, a burp cloth, wipes, changing pad, and toys. The diapers, wipes, and changing pad I have in a travel pad in my car at all times. Sort of like this:
So I need something NOT HUGE, and also something that doesn't scream diaper bag. It's not easy. And I'm not exactly looking to spend hundreds of dollars.
I suppose I could start using my regular handbag. But then I realize that I haven't really purchased anything for me in like 6 months. I won't buy new clothes for me because I'm a fatass. I turned my excessive spending habits into buying clothes for Sir, and buying groceries. Probably thus contributing to me being a fatass.
*sigh* I just want a cute new diaper bag. Or handbag that will function as a diaper bag. And I would like someone to find it for me and tell me "Look! I found you a diaper bag!"
*sigh* I just want a cute new... something. I'm starting to feel like a frumpy mom. I spend most of my day in yoga pants (see: I'm a fatass); I can't remember the last time I did my hair. Showering is a luxury that I forget to do some days. I haven't had an eyebrow wax since BEFORE SIR WAS BORN. I feel like Sasquatch. Pedicure? Oh please. My feet could cut granite. Manicure? Not a chance. Sir's starting to teethe and I don't really want him eating my nail polish.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Ice Cream Cake Wednesday
For those of you that do not know, my friends R & J and I have started a lovely tradition we call Ice Cream Cake Wednesday. Every other Wednesday we get together with our husbands and split a large ice cream cake. Like such:
It is a glorious thing. And to think it all started back when I was newly pregnant and received a coupon from Stop & Shop for $3 off a Carvel cake. I thought "How nice of them!" and called R and asked her if she'd like to have ice cream for dinner. She was also either still pregnant with her daughter L or had just had her. (don't worry, when it was just the two of us we split a smaller cake)
Well. Let me tell you. That was possibly the most brilliant idea I've ever had in my life. And I'm no slouch in the brains department. We quickly decided it should become a regular event. Every week struck us as a little overboard, and probably detrimental to any weight loss/management we might be aiming for. Every other week it was. And Wednesdays just because the first ice cream cake event happened to be on a Wednesday.
So there it is. The legend that is ICCW. We've probably singlehandedly helped Carvel with their profit margin in the Northeast. And you would think that this might make us sick of ice cream cake? Not a chance. I love it just as much every time I eat it.
It is a glorious thing. And to think it all started back when I was newly pregnant and received a coupon from Stop & Shop for $3 off a Carvel cake. I thought "How nice of them!" and called R and asked her if she'd like to have ice cream for dinner. She was also either still pregnant with her daughter L or had just had her. (don't worry, when it was just the two of us we split a smaller cake)
Well. Let me tell you. That was possibly the most brilliant idea I've ever had in my life. And I'm no slouch in the brains department. We quickly decided it should become a regular event. Every week struck us as a little overboard, and probably detrimental to any weight loss/management we might be aiming for. Every other week it was. And Wednesdays just because the first ice cream cake event happened to be on a Wednesday.
So there it is. The legend that is ICCW. We've probably singlehandedly helped Carvel with their profit margin in the Northeast. And you would think that this might make us sick of ice cream cake? Not a chance. I love it just as much every time I eat it.
Monday, May 10, 2010
My First Mother's Day
Not too eventful... I didn't have to change a single diaper, which was nice. And once Sir woke up, Ryan took him out of the bedroom and let me sleep in some more. Which was SUPER nice, because I got ZERO sleep the night before.
Seriously. I was wide awake until about 5 am. Why? Because I'm crazy and think someone is going to break into our house and kill me. I was literally sitting bolt upright in bed for at least 3 hours. I made Ryan do about 4 walk-throughs of the house to make sure no one actually did break in. Didn't help. The gusting winds outside and the fact that we lost power around 1 am didn't help either.
So when I opened my Mother's Day cards, I got 2 lovely surprises. A weekend in Boston without Sir (just me & Ryan!) AND a home security system. Hopefully that will help me feel safer at night. Pretty sad that I'm so crazy I need to pay money so I can get some sleep.
Tonight Ryan offered a handgun and shooting/safety lessons instead :) I might take him up on it. It's something I've been planning on doing anyway. I would get one of those safes that attaches to the side of the bed that opens with your palm print. The safety class is at least a must since Ryan already has several in the house.
MIL also came to visit in the evening. Now, I realize that this is Ryan's mother, and it was Mother's Day, and blah blah blah. But she's done mothering. This is MY Mother's Day. And honestly, I really just didn't want to see her. I never do. She's irritating. And she makes my baby smell like old lady perfume. AND she uses baby talk, which grates on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard!!! At least she's gone from passive-aggressive backhanded comments to pretty much ignoring me completely, which is a step in the right direction!
She just so effin' nosey! She needs to know everything about our business, and my family's business. I DON'T WANT TO TELL HER. Ryan needs to stop the info train. Just because she feels the need to share her financial situation with us doesn't mean we have to do the same. Totally inappropriate in my opinion. I'll say this, however. Ryan's dad got a good divorce lawyer.
Seriously. I was wide awake until about 5 am. Why? Because I'm crazy and think someone is going to break into our house and kill me. I was literally sitting bolt upright in bed for at least 3 hours. I made Ryan do about 4 walk-throughs of the house to make sure no one actually did break in. Didn't help. The gusting winds outside and the fact that we lost power around 1 am didn't help either.
So when I opened my Mother's Day cards, I got 2 lovely surprises. A weekend in Boston without Sir (just me & Ryan!) AND a home security system. Hopefully that will help me feel safer at night. Pretty sad that I'm so crazy I need to pay money so I can get some sleep.
Tonight Ryan offered a handgun and shooting/safety lessons instead :) I might take him up on it. It's something I've been planning on doing anyway. I would get one of those safes that attaches to the side of the bed that opens with your palm print. The safety class is at least a must since Ryan already has several in the house.
MIL also came to visit in the evening. Now, I realize that this is Ryan's mother, and it was Mother's Day, and blah blah blah. But she's done mothering. This is MY Mother's Day. And honestly, I really just didn't want to see her. I never do. She's irritating. And she makes my baby smell like old lady perfume. AND she uses baby talk, which grates on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard!!! At least she's gone from passive-aggressive backhanded comments to pretty much ignoring me completely, which is a step in the right direction!
She just so effin' nosey! She needs to know everything about our business, and my family's business. I DON'T WANT TO TELL HER. Ryan needs to stop the info train. Just because she feels the need to share her financial situation with us doesn't mean we have to do the same. Totally inappropriate in my opinion. I'll say this, however. Ryan's dad got a good divorce lawyer.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Cinco de Mayo!
Another awesome day... we went for a morning walk with R and her baby L and had breakfast at Subway. We got home and I needed to shower so we could go out again. What to do with Sir? I tried to put him in his Exersaucer - fail. He's not quite ready for it yet. He would try to put weight on his legs and end up face-planting into the toys. Needless to say, he did not enjoy it. Maybe in a week or two. So I stuck him in the crib and put on his waterfall soother:
It's totally awesome, like baby TV. He is entranced by it. I just wish it played longer than 3 minutes.
After the world's quickest shower we went to Wickham Park with my friend J and her son L, who is 2. He had a blast at the playground and the aviary, which I remember from when I was a kid! Sir was unable to fully appreciate the playground. Funny thing - Sir got hungry, so I got out my nursing cover (because he is easily distracted these days) and I was feeding him. This 4 year old boy sees me from across the playground and comes barreling over and shouts "what do you think you're doing??" and before I had a chance to respond his mom came over and grabbed him. Looking at it from a 4 year old's perspective, I don't know what he thought I was doing, what with my baby's legs hanging out from under a blanket and all.
So this evening I went out with R and G and J for margaritas in honor of Cinco de Mayo. We figured we'd try Besito, a delicious Mexican restaurant. I told R it would be packed - and sure enough, it was. She was all "but it's Wednesday night!" and I was all "um, it's Cinco de Mayo... and it's a Mexican place" and she was shocked. It's okay, we went to an Italian place first and got margaritas there. Pretty tasty.
It's totally awesome, like baby TV. He is entranced by it. I just wish it played longer than 3 minutes.
After the world's quickest shower we went to Wickham Park with my friend J and her son L, who is 2. He had a blast at the playground and the aviary, which I remember from when I was a kid! Sir was unable to fully appreciate the playground. Funny thing - Sir got hungry, so I got out my nursing cover (because he is easily distracted these days) and I was feeding him. This 4 year old boy sees me from across the playground and comes barreling over and shouts "what do you think you're doing??" and before I had a chance to respond his mom came over and grabbed him. Looking at it from a 4 year old's perspective, I don't know what he thought I was doing, what with my baby's legs hanging out from under a blanket and all.
So this evening I went out with R and G and J for margaritas in honor of Cinco de Mayo. We figured we'd try Besito, a delicious Mexican restaurant. I told R it would be packed - and sure enough, it was. She was all "but it's Wednesday night!" and I was all "um, it's Cinco de Mayo... and it's a Mexican place" and she was shocked. It's okay, we went to an Italian place first and got margaritas there. Pretty tasty.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Insomnia
What's the point of having a baby that sleeps through the night if I can't fall asleep ever anyway? So frustrating. I like sleep. But these days by the time I do fall asleep, it's only a few short hours until Sir wakes up. And then he's all "wah, Moms, I'm hungry! Feed me!" and Ryan is all "zzzzzz" and then I'm all "okay, snack bar's open...joy."
Wow, right now I'm seeing a commercial for the Shake Weight for Men. For reals? OMG. I can't believe they can show this on TV. I feel dirty.
Yet another weekend down... at least this weekend Ryan completed Part One of the Semi-Annual Lawn Mowing. Our yard was looking a bit ridiculous. I was afraid of being attacked by pumas every time I walked to the driveway.
That's all for now... I think I might actually be able to fall asleep.
Wow, right now I'm seeing a commercial for the Shake Weight for Men. For reals? OMG. I can't believe they can show this on TV. I feel dirty.
Yet another weekend down... at least this weekend Ryan completed Part One of the Semi-Annual Lawn Mowing. Our yard was looking a bit ridiculous. I was afraid of being attacked by pumas every time I walked to the driveway.
That's all for now... I think I might actually be able to fall asleep.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
First Post
And I'm not even sure what one writes about. My history? Or do I just jump right in with what's happening right now?
Right now I'm wondering why I have the world's neediest baby. And then I realize, oh right, he refuses to nap for more than half an hour and he hasn't pooped in 3 days. And really, that's enough to make anyone crabby. Especially the pooping bit. Makes me want to go take a Colace and an Ambien just thinking about it. Heck, it makes me want to give HIM a Colace and an Ambien.
So I met Ryan back in 2004. It was a blind date to my company's Christmas - oh, i'm sorry, HOLIDAY - party. The rest is history. Sir was born December 16, 2009... almost 4 weeks early due to HELLP syndrome after a fairly uneventful pregnancy. After that I rode out my maternity leave and then quit my job to become a SAHM. Which is a job in itself. And very demanding. How many of you have to wipe YOUR boss's ass 8 times a day?
I have developed a love for clipping coupons. And then forgetting to use them. And telling myself I will make dinner. And then defrosting something frozen. And saying I'm going to clean. And then making Ryan do it on weekends.
And, really, I'm too funny NOT to blog. So here it is. Have I just set myself up for certain failure? I hope not.
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