Jul 312012
 

July kicked tons of ass so let’s just get right to the resolutions and see how I stacked up on paper (not good, but did I mention that this month was AWESOME?).

1. Get knocked up.
I’ll be 29 weeks this Thursday  if you go by the guess date  (October 18) determined by my former OB. The midwives and I have decided that my guess date is actually October 15 and NOT the 18th but I still use the 18th because hey, it’s just a date. I have a midwife appointment on Thursday.

2. Leave my hair alone.
The Florida air was so good to my hair. It looked fluffy and voluminous while we were on vacation. Also, I think my hair has gotten a lot longer in the past month. Not sure how that’s possible but it looks longer.

3. Spend less money on myself.
Meh. I’m buying a lot for the baby lately but I still get stuff for myself. My clothes are starting to really not fit and I can’t wear my full-panel maternity shorts to work.

4. Lose an average of one pound per week.
I started taking a prenatal yoga class but it’s kind of boring and slow-paced so I am thinking of finding a ‘gentle’ yoga class that might offer more movement and less meditation. I do PLENTY of meditating already thanks to my Hypnobabies practice. I am walking as much as I can tolerate it but my pelvic-to-thigh joints are a little creaky lately.

5. Learn at least one song in its entirety on my guitar.
This has taken a major backseat. My evenings just aren’t long enough.

6. Read at least two books every month.
I actually nailed it this month! Thanks to spending a ridiculous amount of time in a car on vacation I finished two books! Granted, they were both by super-midwife Ina May Gaskin and both about natural birthing but it still counts! The birth stories were lovely to read and in the technical chapters I learned a lot.

7. Work on making master bedroom look like a bedroom and less like a large closet with a bed in the middle of it.
My goal for August is to get the bedroom finished. We need to de-clutter and come hell or high water it’s happening.

8. Be less of a bitch.
I am trying! My focus has been on my interactions and words with Jacob and Avery since obviously I care about them the most. Sometimes I get angry and yell or overreact and I’m working on it. Jacob and I are going to help each other rather than react or comment in an unhelpful and sometimes hurtful way. We get snippy with each other and it’s something we are trying to fix.

 

Read the previous months’: January, February, March, April, May, June.

 Posted by at 12:04 pm
Jul 292012
 

Chick-Fil-A recently came out (pun!) with their position as a company in regards to gay marriage. Why a company feels the need to make political statements, I’ll never know. We get it, Chick-Fil-A. You’re closed on Sundays so that your employees can attend church. Super. I always liked that about you (the craft mega-store Hobby Lobby does the same thing) and thought to myself that if I ever wanted to prepare chicken ‘n pickle sandwiches I would at least get one weekend day off guaranteed. Can’t beat that.

There are lots of people (mostly in the LGBT community and those who support it- I’m one of those supporters) who think this is nutso. Can’t we all just eat gross fast food and get along? Honestly, I can’t stand Chick-Fil-A. Their food is not good. Eating at their restaurants hurts my stomach in ways I don’t feel like getting into because it’s just THAT unpleasant.

What else hurts my stomach like a funky-tasting sandwich? Hate towards anyone.Bigotry is wrong. Duh. I could quote the Bible in regards to this because CHRISTIANS, AS WELL AS ALL PEOPLE, SHOULD BE KIND TO ONE ANOTHER. JUDGE NOT, ASSHOLES, LEST YOU BE JUDGED.

Ack. Name-calling. I could delete it but I think I’ll keep it. Stream-of-conscious writing is my thing, after all. I digress.

So I guess it’s okay to make up the rules but then not follow them? I bet the chemical-laden sandwiches from Chick-Fil-A would have been against the law to consume in Biblical times. No apostle would have been able to walk with Jesus if he had to keep running behind a tree to take a shit after eating one of their foul value meals. He’d be all, “Sorry, J, my lunch isn’t agreeing with me.” And Jesus would reply, “I got your some fish and a shit-load of unleavened bread, dude! Why would you swing by a donkey-thru when you know we have to be in Gallelee by seven! Dammit, Jim. And besides, that stuff causes diabetes. If you lose a leg from eating junk food I am NOT going to give you another one. You’re a man, Jim. Not a starfish.”

There wasn’t an apostle named Jim. OR WAS THERE?!!?!

What I really wanted to say was boo on Chick-Fil-A but hey, free speech goes both ways. If Chick-Fil-A doesn’t want you to have equal rights, bummer. They’re dicks, that’s for sure. You can demonstrate your dislike for this by not eating there or protesting your local chain.

Let’s remember this: forty years ago black people weren’t even allowed to dine in the same restaurants as white people. See how embarrassing that is to us stupid Americans when we look back on how we treated people for just looking a little different? It’ll get better. We just have to keep speaking up for what’s right. Chick-Fil-A, you are doing it wrong.

 Posted by at 11:04 am
Jul 182012
 

(I just realized that I didn’t post anything yesterday! So much for blogging every single day this month.)

Yesterday was my 27 week midwife appointment which means GLUCOSE TEST! RHOGAM SHOT! PROTEIN-URINE TEST! I chugged the sugary orange concoction and my midwife (one of three in the practice, I will see each of them a few times before I have the baby so that I will be comfortable with whomever ends up attending my birth) took some of my blood from the side of my wrist. You hippie practitioners and your wacky ways!  Apparently, my veins are douchey and uncooperative and it was the only place she could easily get to a vein. Then, she shot me in the ass with Rhogam and you know what? The drugs in that syringe stung! Oh well, it has to be done so that my white blood cells (Rh negative in the house!) don’t try to kill the baby. I’m already a good mom in defending my baby against my blood. You’re welcome, Filbert.

The best part about the the appointment was that my blood pressure was NORMAL. Hallelujah. My only concern about this pregnancy is that history will repeat itself and I will be diagnosed with pre-preeclampsia. Thankfully, my blood pressure is normal this far into the game and I didn’t have any proteins in my urine. I’d like to think that I’m eating healthier this time around and maybe I am but I know I could do better. I am drinking a lot of water which keeps all of the toxins from sticking around too long and I don’t drink as much soda or eat much junk food. I sit on my butt all day at work so I’m not as active during the day like I was when I worked at Kinko’s while pregnant with Avery but at least it’s keeping me from getting swollen ankles. Currently, my ankles are just as dainty as they were before I got pregnant and I’d like to keep it that way. My body is used to supporting extra weight so there’s no need for my ankles and feet to swell from the pressure.

My midwife knows that we are taking the Hypnobabies home study course (I’m on week four!) but suggested that we take a general birth class too. I think it’s a great idea because you can never be too prepared, right? We will look into it when we get back from vacation. Also, we are still on the fence about hiring a doula; the plan is to see how Jacob does in the birth class and if he feels like he can be all of the support I need then we won’t hire one.

I gave Jacob a quick tour of the birth center and he said that he gets a good vibe from the place. He likes the midwife we met with because she looks like his grandma except the midwife is British and doesn’t wear shoes. She’s also super short and tiny. She might be a Hobbit. I’ll have to ask next time we see her.

 Posted by at 10:47 pm
Jul 162012
 

I am afflicted on an almost-nightly basis with what is commonly referred to as a Charley horse. I get them every couple of nights and the pain is intense enough to not only wake me up but nearly bring me to tears. Sometimes, I’ll even wake up Jacob so he can massage the offending calf muscle until it loosens up. Basically? It really f’ing hurts. I have been given all sorts of advice about this problem and been told to eat pretty much every kind of fruit you can think of in addition to DRINK MORE WATER.

I’m eating at least one apple and one banana everyday plus drinking nearly 100 ounces of water (that’s a lot of trips to the bathroom). I faithfully take my prenatal vitamin which is chock-full of nutrients.

And yet? I STILL GET CHARLEY HORSES. I have decided to use the opportunity to practice my Hypnobabies techniques since I figured that a Charley horse is probably less painful than a contraction would be; it would be a good way to try out what I’ve learned when I’m actually feeling SOMETHING other than complete relaxation. It’s easy to put yourself under and stay under hypnosis when everything is peachy-keen.

This pregnancy has been pretty easy so far but man, the leg cramps are awful. I also have some pelvic joint discomfort but I’m trying papaya enzymes for that little nuisance. Basically, my legs are jerks and I already kind of walk with a waddle which is embarrassing since I’m only six months along.

 Posted by at 9:33 pm
Jul 152012
 

My diaper bag has been ordered. It’s a little fancy and I’m okay with that. Sometimes it’s nice to carry something with a label on it. I’m not here to impress anyone (hell, I pull up to the park in a Ford Focus for sobbing out loud) but I know that mommy status symbols are as follows: trendy diaper bag, sleek stroller, name-brand clothing on kids and self. Oh, and an iPhone, of course. I have not bought into the Apple product phenomenon yet but who knows, my cell phone contract is up in October and I might want to try something different (naw, Android for life!).

ANYWAY, I currently carry a chintzy little crossbody made of super-cheap vinyl (faux leather) that I purchased at Ross for $12. It has served me well but it’s not cute. I’m on the hunt for a new crossbody bag- I love the ease of carrying a bag without really carrying it, and I’d like one that will stow into the diaper bag when the time comes. Crossbody bags are small, compact, and super trendy right now. And since my little black bag is all I have I feel like it’s time to upgrade. Or, I can at least window shop and browse online and probably never actually buy anything. I collected my favorites that I’ve found online and figured that I may as well share them with you. I wasn’t compensated in any way for this post which is a bummer because payment in the form of one of the bags below would be GREAT.

Since no one is paying me to share these bags I’m not going to link to a page where you can purchase them. Also, I forgot to save the URLs for the pages.

1. Cole Haan Village Sheila Crossbody – So shiny! I love the bright color.
2. Kate Spade Cobble Hill Minka – The rich, jewel-tone color would transition fabulously into fall.
3. Call It Spring Dular Crossbody, JCPenney (this one is only $10!) – Super casual, kinda preppy.
4. Call It Spring Wessells Crossbody, JCPenney – Color blocking!
5. Fossil Mason Stripe Zip-Top Crossbody - It has a watercolor feeling to it which is super pretty.
6. LAUREN by Ralph Lauren Skinny Leather Crossbody – In all honesty, this is the one I want. Nay, COVET. I can’t explain it but I need this bag.
7. LAUREN by Ralph Lauren Larchmont Canvas Crossbody – Equestrian style for the win!
8. Forever21 Canvas Shoulder Bag – Gotta love canvas and black for summer.
9. Marc Jacobs Petal to the Metal Pouchette – Orange! Birdies! This bag is so cute.

 Posted by at 3:47 am
Jul 142012
 

This weekend, Jacob and I will be doing our last-minute shopping and gathering all the things we will need for our glorious trip to Florida next week.  We will be staying very close to the beach and I plan on spending my entire week playing in the ocean with Avery, sun-bathing, reading in an Adirondack chair on our beach house’s wrap-around porch, eating fresh fish, and doing lots of walking.

I haven’t been on a real vacation in awhile so I’m really excited about this trip. Two summers ago, we spent a week at the lake with Jacob’s family but Avery was at the age where she wasn’t cooperating at bedtime and getting her to go to sleep was akin to medieval torture for Jacob and I. It was awful. I hardly got any sleep and frankly, I was a little bored. I have no one but myself to blame for that, I guess. Jacob, Avery, and I ended up leaving a day early because we were all so exhausted. During the day, all I wanted to do was nap to make up for the lack of sleep the night before. I’m sure that by the end of the week everyone else in the lake house was relieved to see me go. Every party has a pooper and on that trip that pooper was me.

Because of how miserable I was on that trip I skipped last year’s trip (and later regretted it). Jacob, Avery, and his parents stayed in their camper on the beach in Port Aransas, Texas. Yeah. Camped ON THE BEACH. Why the hell did I bail on that trip? I was so worried that Avery would be a crappy sleeper again and in such close quarters there was nowhere to escape if I needed a break. Apparently, she did really well at night which was probably due to her playing at the beach all day and then crashing into bed at night.

This year I took charge. I found the beach house (it’s niiiiiiiice), helped decide on the dates, and even booked the hotel we’ll be staying in on our long drive to the coast. Maybe I just need to be in control in order to have a good time; that’s probably an accurate statement. I like planning and being in charge but when you travel on someone else’s dime you don’t usually have much of an opinion. Thankfully, my in-laws didn’t mind me helping- hell, they were grateful that I took the initiative. We leave in six days and I cannot wait. I’m in love with the beach and someday hope to convince Jacob that we should move to the coast. He’s not a big fan of the beach but I assured him that swimming in the ocean or laying shirtless in the sun isn’t a requirement for owning a coastal home. I think he’ll come around.

 Posted by at 1:17 am
Jul 122012
 

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I just finished reading Bringing Up Bebe by Pamela Druckerman and since I am dying for content I have decided to share my thoughts on it with you! Lucky!

The author and her husband are raising three young children in Paris. She is American and he’s a Briton, their kids are bilingual, and their parenting style is very American. Pamela wants to know why her children act like wild animals and make absurd demands, act out at meals, and generally misbehave, while French children seem so mild-mannered and respectful while still being lively and well, child-like. She observes her neighbors, her daughter’s classmates, and even meets with professionals for an insight into the alluring world of French parenting. The basis of French parenting is the cadre, which simply means framework or foundation- in essence, structure. Everything revolves around it. But how does Pamela, and all French parents, master this?

Apparently, French parents are strict, but not in the same way that Americans think of when the word strict is used. There is mutual respect, authority but not authoritarian, and education- not corporal discipline. When a child acts up, the parent will use it as an opportunity to teach a lesson to the child. This isn’t being passive- it’s explaing to the child why he or she is in trouble and what the consequences of his/her actions are. French kiddos still get sent to time-out and a few parents even spank their kids (but it seems like it doesn’t happen in public much according to the author). Children are treated like rational human beings, who are capable of understanding reason and logic even at birth. French parents are constantly talking to their kids, explaining the world around them, teaching them. I am pretty sure that most American parents do this too, non?

What French parents do that we American parents don’t is to teach our kids to wait. From the time a child is just a few weeks old, the parents begin to back off, giving the child a moment before checking on the crying baby. Often, the baby is between sleep cycles and, if left alone, will fall back to sleep without rocking or a feeding. Brilliant, right? I can’t imagine a mom (or dad) allowing a newborn to cry for more than a minute or two but it sounds like the French standard is five to ten minutes. That seems harsh to me, especially for a very young child. Not only do they wait to pick up a crying child, they make the child wait for everything. Immediately satisfying a child’s want or need, according to the author’s research, will cause a child to become entitled and demanding and one who will throw a tantrum when he or she isn’t immediately satisfied. I agree with this, to a degree. When a child starts whining about a toy, do you immediately hand it to him/her? Are we rewarding undesireable behavior? I’m sure most of us do because we hate to see or hear our little ones (or big ones) cry.

Another thing French parents aren’t big on is praise. Apparently, applauding even the littlest achievements is unheard of in France. I think it’s possible to over-praise kids but I love doing a little cheer when Avery poops in the toilet (something we’ve been struggling with- she’s super stubborn), clapping when she writes her name, telling her she’s being really good and letting her know I appreciate her when she’s behaving. What’s wrong with that? I want her to know how much I love her and how proud I am of her and there is no harm in that.

One thing I loved about the book is how French parents feed their children. It seems like the national meal schedule is 8am, noon, 4pm, 8pm. That’s right. Breakfast, lunch, afternoon snack, and dinner. I think that, in this country, we are constantly feeding our kids snacks. We give them food to keep them quiet in the car, church, everywhere. I’m not a fan of this practice but I’m guilty of doing it. When your kid is a baby you nurse or bottle-feed every couple of hours and once the child outgrows that stage, we keep them on the every-two-hours schedule with snacks. Our kids don’t need to eat this much! When Avery refuses to sit at the table and eat dinner with us it frustrates me and I feel like she is out of control. But, why won’t she sit down and eat?

Because she just had a snack and probably a cup of milk at her sitter’s a couple of hours prior to the meal. Great. She’s full of cheese and crackers and has no desire to eat grilled chicken and asparagus. I love the idea of ditching random snacks and grazing and will be implementing this in my own home once the baby is born. Now, I will be nursing the baby on demand which is something French moms don’t do. Their milk dries up and they’re surprised by this? You can’t nurse a baby a few times a day and expect to maintain a decent supply.

How a child behaves at the table reflects how he or she acts the rest of the time. There are luxuries that the French have that we don’t- socialized child care, for example. Their day care centers are inexpensive and run by well-trained, college-educated caregivers. You think your Kinder-Care down the road can compare? The vibe of French parenting is this, in summary: Be strict, but not about everything; give them freedom and love and teach them to be patient and that being frustrated sometimes is just a part of life.

Bringing Up Bebe is a quick read and one that, even if you don’t necessarily agree with the principles, you’ll still enjoy learning about another culture. The French have a harsh reputation and it’s certainly one they’ve earned. But there’s no doubt that they love their kids like we Americans do.

 Posted by at 11:04 pm
Jul 112012
 

Lately, I have been missing my sister. I do my best to not let it upset me too much since that doesn’t do me any good. All I know is that the person she is now isn’t the person I call sister and friend and that’s been really hard to cope with. I have to mourn the loss as if it were a death and I don’t think I have done this yet. I vent because talking about it helps but I know that venting doesn’t equal coping.

Anyway, sometimes while listening to Pandora at work I will hear a song that makes me think of her and today’s was “Colors” by Crossfade.

Lyrics:

Can you feel it crush you? Does it seem to bring the worst in you out?
There’s no running away from these things that hold you down
Do they complicate you because they make you feel like this?
Of all the colors that you’ve shined this is surely not your best

But you should know these colors that you’re shining are…
Surely not the best colors that you shine

I know you feel alone, yeah, and no one else can figure you out
But don’t you ever turn away from the ones that help you down?
Well they’d love to save you. Don’t you know they love to see you smile?
But these colors that you’ve shined are surely not your style

I know you’re feeling like you’re lost
But you should know these colors that you’re shinin’ are
I know you’re feeling like you’re lost,
You feel you’ve drifted way too far
Did you know these colors that you’re shinin’ are

Surely not the best..
(I know you’re feeling like you’re lost)
Colors that you shine..
(but you should know these colors that you’re shining are)
Surely not the best..
(I know you’re feeling like you’re lost you feel you’ve drifted way too far)
Did you know these colors that you’re shinin’ are.

 Posted by at 11:27 am