7:00am - The Baby starts fussing. I get up, take my vitamins, use the bathroom and get his diaper and clothes changed (leaky diaper)
7:15am - Feed The Baby
7:45am - Play with The Baby and quickly shovel a bowl of cereal, change 2 diapers.
8:40am - Start rocking The Baby, read a couple of nursery rhymes, sing a few songs
8:50am - The Baby is asleep! Score!
9:35am - The Baby is awake! And hungry! 30 minutes earlier than I had hoped! Change diaper
9:45am - Feed The Baby
10:20am - Change The Baby’s clothes (puke). Play with The Baby. Change 3 diapers. Seriously.
11:40am - Start rocking The Baby, read a couple of nursery rhymes, sing a few songs
11:50am - The Baby is asleep! Again! Score! Quickly shovel some lunch and throw some baby clothes into the laundry
12:20am - Guess who is awake! Again! And hungry! Again!
12:30am - Feed The Baby
1:25pm - The Baby is asleep! Swaddle Baby and attempt a nap
2:30pm - The baby is fussing, but only partially awake. Gassy! Rock the baby back to sleep, then shower.
3:30pm - Guess what! The Baby is awake! And hungry!
3:40pm - Feed The Baby
4:15pm - Play with The Baby (change some diapers)
6:30pm - Feed The Baby (change some diapers)
7:50pm - The Baby is PISSED! Feed The Baby (cluster feeding is fun!) (change some diapers)
8:55pm - The Baby is PISSED! Feed The Baby (change some diapers)
9:30pm - The Baby is asleep! This is unusual and makes me nervous about whether The Baby will be asleep at night now.
11:20pm - The Baby is awake! And pissed! And hungry! (shocking, I know)
12:00am - The Baby is asleep! It’s a miracle! I may get to sleep at night after all! We both go to bed.
3:30am - The Baby is stirring, but not quite awake. I change a diaper to wake The Baby.
3:40am - Feed The Baby
4:00am - The Baby has The Hiccups. Please God let this not mean we’re up for the day!
4:15am - The Baby is asleep! We both go back to bed.
6:45am - Start Over!

So Jack is a total cat napper during the day with one long nap, and then (normally) he sleeps mostly well at night, so if that means I can’t nap a lot during the day, I’m totally OK with that. Sleeping at night makes it totally worth it, and getting up at 3:30am to feed him is actually much easier than I ever would have thought.

I have to say I’m kind of cautiously excited about the fact that he was asleep at 9:30 last night. Normally he takes a short nap sometime between the 4pm-ish feeding and the 11:30pm-ish feeding and 11:30ish is the Bedtime Feeding, so we’ll see if today is anything like yesterday. Maybe 9:30 will be the new Bedtime! I’m not holding my breath or anything, but maybe!

UPDATE: 9:30 is not the new bedtime. It was a total fluke. So sad!

So I debated telling the birth story because will anyone actually be interested? Then I decided since it’s kind of a long story I’d just go ahead and tell a short version because what else do I have to talk about; my life right now is basically boobs and poop!

OK!

January 26th I had my 39 week doctor appointment and at that appointment the doctor stripped my membranes (I won’t elaborate (you’re welcome), but you can Google it up if you really want to know (you don’t)). She said it could help bring on labor but since it wasn’t my due date yet it probably would not work and not to be discouraged if it didn’t. Every time I felt something in my abdominal area I thought it may be a contraction. I thought maybe I was starting labor that night, but I only had like 3 contractions total and they were 10-20 minutes apart, and then there was nothing so I figured probably not.

January 27th in the morning I had a few more contractions kind of early while I was working (from home, starting at 7am) but again, they were inconsistently far apart so I didn’t think anything of it. At lunch time I even took a nap because I wanted to pack in as much sleep. After I got up from lunch, I’ll spare you the details, but I called the doctor to ask if maybe I should be worried about something. She said maybe I was in labor. Probably not, but maybe so I should meet her at the hospital to be sure.
I called Nate at work to let him know I was heading to the hospital and to meet me there, and I felt what I was sure was a contraction.  So I took the dogs out, loaded up the car and headed to the hospital. They tell you not to call the doctor until your contractions are 5 minutes apart for an hour. I called the doctor before I knew I was having contractions and by the time I was in the car on my way to the hospital my contractions were every 3 minutes like clockwork.

I don’t know if it’s the same for everyone, but to me, in the beginning, labor felt like I ate something that disagreed with me and my body was trying really hard to evict it. Every 3 minutes.

I was initially stuck in a triage room, and although I’m kind of fuzzy on the details I’m pretty sure I moved to a regular labor and delivery room eventually.

This is where I’m going to go ahead and spare you a lot of details that no one wants to know (including myself!) and skip to the part where I wound up having to have a c-section. I was pretty bummed, but it was definitely necessary. So I checked into the hospital around 1pm and Jack’s official birth time was 8:36pm.

I’d always been told by my mom how amazing hormones are and how they completely block any unpleasantness there may have been during the delivery and I have to say, she’s completely right. I mean, labor hurt. It really hurt,  but even though I know it hurt and I remember it hurt I have no memory of what the pain was like, just that at the time I thought it (really really) hurt. Pretty awesome, huh? Otherwise I’m guessing no one would have more than one kid!

It’s been recommended that next time I go ahead and have another c-section and I’m definitely on board with that idea. I’ve heard that labor can go faster the second time around and as quickly as it came on the first time I don’t want to risk  giving birth on my bathroom floor! Probably that’s just something that would happen in my imagination (and on TV), but still. Just in case!

So. I have a baby. A three week old baby, who currently is sleeping on his tummy in the bassinet in the living room. (Yes, I know back is best etc, etc, that’s why he’s sleeping and I’m awake) I’m trying to wait until he falls into a deep sleep so I can flip him over, swaddle him and head to bed myself. I’m not 100% sure that’s going to happen before it’s time for the next feeding, but you never know. I could get lucky!

Anyways, ever since this whole baby thing happened, I’ve started really suck at sleeping. I don’t just mean because I’m awake a lot with the baby, that’s to be expected and I’ve accepted that part. The part that makes me sad is that even when I do manage to find time to sleep I’m really not nearly as good at it as I used to be.

Once upon a time I could climb into bed and be asleep practically by the time my head hit the pillow. I didn’t even have to be all that tired, just going through my routine and getting into bed would be enough to knock me out. Now I lay in bed for who knows how long before I fall asleep. Sometimes it’s because I’m paranoid and I’m listening for baby noises so I can pop out of bed and take care of him before he wakes Nate up, but then even if Jack is in the living room or something being watched by something else and I’m 100% free to sleep I still have to spend WAY too much time trying to turn off my brain.

I’m sure eventually I’ll get better at it, but I also wonder if I’ll ever be as good at sleep again. I’m going to go ahead and guess probably not, but I’ll also hold a good thought!

We took the dogs to the vet last weekend and mentioned in passing that Gouda has been having intermittent bowel issues again. The vet asked us to bring in a sample next time he did and so I scooped up a really good one for them to bring in on Wednesday.

Today we had a voicemail from the vet talking about “spore forming rods” in his poo and about how that means that his body is overproducing some bacteria which is causing the problems. She prescribed metronidazole and said we’ll see how it goes and said the next step would be a blood panel.

This all sounds oh-so-very-familiar.

We saw a different vet this time, at the same clinic we’ve been going to. I talked about possibly switching vet offices so we could follow the vet we liked so much from the practice we go to, but in the end this office is closer and on the way home from work which makes it super easy to pick up medication. Anyways! Tomorrow I’m going to call to talk to this new vet that we saw to make sure she has completely looked over his chart to see that last  year what we did was a little something like this:

Metronidazole + Probiotics (several courses of it)
ZD Low Allergen Chow
Blood Work
B12 Shots
Pancreatic Enzymes
Prednisone

With, as far as I know, no actual final diagnosis except that the enzymes were crazy expensive and did not work, and the prednisone did. Then he was on the ZD chow for a long time with no meds and I think he did OK, and then we slowly moved him back to regular chow and he was fine on that for a long time, but recently he’s been getting worse again and I really wish we could figure out why!

At least this time he doesn’t seem sick. He’s still playful and acting completely normal (for him) so I guess we’ll see how it goes! If we’re lucky I’m hoping we can just get him on the metronidazole, keep his regular chow, and never let him eat anything out of the ordinary again (although I honestly can’t figure out what could have caused this semi-regular problem this time).

Seriously! I need another weekend to help me recover from my weekend!

Nate and I took the Labor and Delivery weekend cram session. It was from 9-4 on Saturday (which included lunch at the hospital… yum….) and then from 9-1 on Sunday! It was very informative, and the instructor was awesome! She’s also the mom of a girl that Meg is friends with, so small world! Anyways, like I said. Very informative in an “are you sure there isn’t a drug that makes you sleep through your entire labor and delivery and doesn’t wake you up until the baby is born?” kind of way. Yikes!

Also Saturday night was a couple’s baby shower. It was pretty fun. The men had to drink 4oz. of beer out of baby bottles. It looked really hard! My husband won though, so it was a proud moment for me.

Anyways, on account of the fact that the weekend was SO BUSY (we went baby-stuff-shopping on Sunday after class) and also because it’s a day that ends in “Y”  it’s 9:05 and I’m going to bed!

Oh, and I have all day training all week at work this week, which I didn’t learn about til late afternoon last Friday so I think it’s going to be a long week to boot!

It’s a Payphone!

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Pretty much since they started taking them down and selling them, Nate has wanted a pay phone. This year he got lucky and he got one for Christmas!

So he installed it in our bonus room. He ran a phone line to it and everything so it rings and you can call out from it and everything! And it’s static-y just like a real-live payphone should be.

Oddly enough we think it may have been interfering with the answering machine for a couple of days. Both of my parents reported calling the house and instead of the answering machine picking up, the fax machine did. Or they thought it was the fax machine. So we unplugged the fax machine and called the house to make sure the answering machine picked up, but it didn’t. So…. weird! Nate changed the machine to pick up after 4 rings instead of 6 rings and that stopped the problem, so we’re OK now, but I still can’t figure out why the payphone would be trying to answer like that!

So anyways, we now have a payphone hanging upstairs in our house. Now if I could just figure out how to make it charge for calls we’d be all set!

Yes, the Car is on Fire.

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Since we live near a fire station hearing the sirens go by is normal.

Over the weekend it sounded like it was winding down and really close and that was definitely not normal. So Nate got up to check it out and here is what we saw. From the kitchen window. (I didn’t want to be totally obvious so we just watched it from the house).

There was a guy standing off by the main road so we’re guessing the car caught fire and the guy just pulled over here and called 911.

It looked like it actually gave them some trouble trying to put the fire out. They had to saw the hood off before the fire would go out. Fortunately no one was hurt, but that is definitely something you don’t see every day!

35w6d

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Today at work I filled out paperwork associated with taking my maternity leave, once again firmly driving home the fact that my due date is in 30 days. As much as he moves around, and as much as we’re prepping for a baby it’s still really hard to believe that there is going to be an actual live baby in the house with us in around a month.

In this picture is the pack and play we set up in our bedroom and in the pack and play are a few stuffed animals plus a “fake baby” that we tried to use to get the dogs used to the idea of us using the pack and play. It would be more effective if Layne didn’t care WAY more about the cats than she does about the fake baby.

So baby update! My last appointment was last Wednesday and I am going every week now. This means that once a week I get to pee in a cup, get weighed, have my blood pressure taken, listen to his heart beat and have my uterus measured. Super fun. On the bright side, it does get me out of the office a little early most of the time!

As of my last appointment he’s estimated to be at 5.5lbs with a chance to reach 6.5-7lbs by birth and he is currently head down! This would be more surprising if I didn’t feel his feet poking me in the ribs on a semi-regular basis. Sometimes I feel like he’s trying to stretch his legs out, which he totally can’t do because there is NO MORE ROOM and there is just nothing I can do about that! I keep thinking we’re about to re-enact that scene from Alien, but so far so good!

I’m going to go ahead and spare you the whining about back aches, stair climbing and cankles. You’re welcome.

Caulk til You Drop

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Nate has been off work all week this week. I am supremely jealous, but he has way more vacation days than I do and actually had to take the days or else he would have been over his roll-over-able amount and would have lost them. So whatever, I was at work and he hasn’t.

Instead of working he has been wildly productive at home building custom shelves for the upstairs closets with my dad. I seriously feel so very lucky to be related to two such incredibly handy people! In two days they did three closets, removed the giant over the counter mirror from the master bath and moved the outlet that was not centered so that they could hang the two framed mirrors that we bought at Home Goods like 4 months ago. That’s in addition to the phone/cable hookup they moved upstairs to allow us to move our cable/phone modem and router to the bonus room and out of our bedroom with also enables us to hook an Ethernet cable from the router directly to the bluray player that does not have wireless capabilities so I can finally watch Netflix streaming movies on the TV upstairs. It is awesome. For good measure I’ll throw in the bit about how they replaced a light switch in the kitchen (for the light over the table) and in the dining room with a dimmer switch which may not be the hardest thing in the world to do (although I’ve never done it myself). I don’t want to leave anything out of the incredible list of things that have been accomplished in just a few short days.

Anyways, three new closet systems and a moved outlet means there is a lot of patching up to be done and that part of the projects normally fall to me. It’s funny because I’m kind of in a mix of rushing, wanting to have everything done NOW NOW NOW, and between wanting to go loaf around on the sofa and hope that it will caulk and paint itself. I’m pretty sure it won’t, but man that’s a nice thought.

So far I have caulked and spackled all three closets, and we’ve got the trim paint done, just have the wall paint to go. And then there is the master bathroom which doesn’t really require caulk, but does require a shit-ton of spackle since they moved an outlet to the other side of two studs and had to run wires through the studs which makes the piece I have to fill in VERY LARGE. It’s a good thing the dog has put her butt through the living room wall twice now, or else I may not have had the experience necessary to feel comfortable patching such a large area.

So they’re pretty much exactly what they sound like. If they sound like ground up Oreos mixed with cream cheese and dipped in melted white chocolate.

Nate and I were invited to a holiday gathering a couple of weeks ago and someone had made these delicious Oreo balls at work so I thought “how hard can that be?!” and decided to make some to bring with us.

It was actually much harder than I thought it would be. Everything started out great! I used my food processor (for the first time in.. umm.. years maybe?) to ground up the Oreos, then I mixed in a block of cream cheese letting my stand mixer do all of the heavy lifting, and then I rolled the mix into little balls to refrigerate for a few hours. See how easy that was? So easy!

Then came the hard part.

The next part of the directions I had advised me to melt almond bark to use for dipping. Since I did not see anything “bark” related at the grocery I decided to use white chocolate chips instead.

Did you know that chocolate chips don’t lose their shape as they melt? At least, not until you start mixing them up. So after microwaving them for 1 minute, if they look like they haven’t melted even in the slightest, they’re lying. Start stirring! Do NOT put them back around for another minute, it will not end well. Your kitchen will smell like burnt chocolate for hours and you’ll have to send your husband to the grocery store for an emergency “buy more white chocolate chips” trip.

So anyways, once I (thought I) figured out the chocolate melting part I stuck each ball with a tooth pick and started using the tooth picks to dip the balls into the chocolate to coat them evenly and turn them into pretty little desserts. Not surprisingly, this too went poorly. The chocolate was heavy and the Oreo balls kept falling off their tooth picks which was not in any way completely frustrating. So I started dropping the balls in and pulling them out with a spoon while quietly (or loudly) cursing myself for ever thinking there was any such thing as “quick and easy” in the kitchen. As a bonus I also learned that the longer you microwave chocolate chips, the less melty they actually become. They hit their maximum meltiness and then start turning back into a powdery solid. Who knew?!

In the end I wound up assuring our party hosts that they tasted much better than they looked (and they did) and Nate was sure to add that while he’d love to say they were made with love, in reality they were made with hate and loathing with some swearing thrown in for good measure.

I wish I had taken a picture of them but I did not. I was just so relieved to have them done with I never wanted to look at them again! (Until the next day when it was time to eat them, by then I was over it.)

I have a cold. I haven’t been able to breathe through my nose in like 3 days which is extra fun.

It’s kind of a blessing and a curse to be sick like this over the Christmas holiday. On the one hand I have 4 automatic days in a row of taking it easy so I don’t have to worry about taking any time off work because I’m hoping by Monday that I’ll be on the upswing of this thing. On the other hand, I have to spend my four glorious days off sniffling, coughing, and breathing through my mouth.

So it’s a toss up.

Good Enough!

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We both have off work today which is AWESOME because I’m hoarding all of my vacation days for when The Baby arrives. Nate actually has so many days saved up that he has to take off all of next week or else he’d be over the limit you can carry over and he’d lose days. Having that many vacation days completely blows my mind!

The dogs have been enjoying their day off today too! We’ve made three trips outside to play and all three of them actually involved playing! (Sometimes trips outside to play only actually end up involving grass-eating).

This morning I made a derby pie to bring to my parents’ house for dinner tonight, and also we (finally) iced the Christmas cookies I made the other day, so finally my holiday baking is done! I really enjoy the baking, but I’m sure Nate is glad that dish-washing portion is over!

So I hope everyone has a great holiday season!

But there is this little calico cat that I’ve seen before prowling around the trees behind my house…

Mostly I figured it must live somewhere near by and just be let out sometimes to go have fun. I also had the thought that maybe it’s a barn cat that lives across the street from my neighborhood at a house that has horses (don’t let the horses fool you, while I love where we do live, it is not anywhere out in the country or picturesque in the type of way that “trees and horses” may imply).

This morning though, while I was taking the dogs out one last time before loading them into the car and heading to day camp, I saw the cat laying down in the empty lot next to my house, about 20 feet from the fence. It was not in the area I usually see it stalking in, and I’ve never seen it just lying down out there. So either its people got up extra early to let it out this morning, or what if it’s really just a stray cat that lives outside near my house and doesn’t have any heat?!

I know that’s maybe the least likely of the possible options, but I just hate that it may be spending nights outside, especially with as cold as it’s gotten lately. I also refuse to call the pound on it, and I cannot bring it into my house for so very many reasons. But still…  What if it lives outside in the cold?! How can I stand it!?

I wish I could put a heated cat-house outside or something equally ridiculous, but I’m pretty sure I’m just going to have to let this one go and I really REALLY hate that! I guess on the bright side, I haven’t seen her in a few days, so maybe her people brought her inside finally?

This morning Layne got the mouth sweats, which is usually followed by us cleaning up dog puke. Fortunately we were already in the bathroom getting ready for work so at lease clean up would be easy. To make it even easier, Layne hopped into the bath tub, all by herself with almost no prodding from me or Nate. I’m not even kidding. Smartest dog ever! (Nate tries to run her to the bathtub if she’s on the carpet, and that’s 100% how she learned to get in on her own).

Luckily she didn’t puke, and when she felt better she hopped out. We were so proud.

Then Nate left for work and I hung around with the dogs because today actually looks like it might be halfway decent (unlike the rest of the week) so I’ve decided to take them to daycamp. Things were going great until about 5 minutes ago I decided to go ahead and put on my shoes and suddenly my two “normal” dogs turn into whining wiggly wrecks of excitement.

Because they know.

They have learned to read the signs and all signs point to day camp and holy cow I should take a video sometime of what pathetic messes they become once they realize. They used to not know until I put the leashes on them but they’re catching on earlier and earlier now.

Family Picture

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Holy crap, people, I’m having a baby!

Seriously!

It all seemed so far away, but now it’s breathing down my neck. I’ve started going to the doctor every 2 weeks which goes a little something like this:

1. Pee in a cup
2. Get weighed
3. Have blood pressure taken
4. Hear The Baby’s heartbeat
5. Have uterus measured
6. Go home

I’m also starting to get to the super fun part of the pregnancy where stairs exhaust me, bending over is awkward, my back is killing me and I haven’t worn shoes with laces for weeks now because my belly gets in the way while I’m trying to tie them and it’s just not worth it!

I’ll admit I was feeling a little pleased with myself over the fact that people kept asking if I noticed the foot swelling etc and I was all “no not at all!” and then yesterday I went to put on a pair of shoes I wear all the time and they’re getting kind of tight, as are my rings. So let’s go ahead and scratch that one off the list of things to look forward to, because YAY it’s here!

I know this is incredibly whiny but I wanted to get it all down somewhere because I’ve heard that after giving birth your hormones will make you completely forget any pregnancy discomfort you may have felt in order to encourage you to go through it again. I just want to make sure that afterward when someone asks me what it was like to be pregnant that I don’t lie to them and tell them it’s rainbows and puppies and full of awesome.

Not that it doesn’t have it’s good points. I mean the fact that it will result in an actual baby is cool. And sometimes it’s fun to sit and watch him move around and feel him move around (and sometimes I want for him to go back to sleep because it’s also really distracting while I’m trying to read or something).

So I think that about sums it up! I’ve been hoping I could come up with something more interesting to wring about…. but I couldn’t!