Saturday, February 27, 2010

Hubby is selling his home workout stuff

Because he joined a gym (he found out work would pay for the gym membership)
If you would like to buy his gym stuff and make me VERY happy you can find his craigslist ads here:
http://omaha.craigslist.org/spo/1620976286.html
and here:
http://omaha.craigslist.org/spo/1620996768.html

Also, he used to be a personal trainer, if anyone is interested in having him train them. Just shoot me an email if you are interested. He's really nice and is always looking for someone to work out with and as long as it isn't me I'm happy!

Love (making room in the garage),
Carrie

Friday, February 26, 2010

One of the most obvious facts about grownups to a child is that they have forgotten what it is like to be a child.

Hi blog world.
I couldn't get my fever to break last night and since my work has the fever free for 24 hour rule, I couldn't go back to work. I woke up with a really sore throat and some congestion, but so far not as bad as I have been. So that's good.

Sad
18 years ago, my parents took my brother and I to pick out a kitten from some people. One of them was hiding under a bathroom cabinet and the lady took a plunger and whacked around until the kitten came out. It had a broken little bob tail. We took that cat. My dad named her Bridget, and she was a pretty Siamese. She has always been my Dad or my brother's cat. She hadn't much use for us females. In Arizona she had a litter of kittens, one that was born with a beak and lived about an hour. She didn't really get along with any of the other cats that we brought home. She was more traveled than my husband. She lived around the States and in Europe with us. She could always be counted on, if you were sick, to snuggle up next to you and never leave your side until you were better. My Dad says the only reason he survived his pneumonia was because of her. She nursed my mom thru her recent surgery. This morning my Dad had to put her down because she had kidney failure. It was terrible and I feel so bad for him, but I know she is in a better more peaceful place and she lived a very good life. I just wish losing her didn't hurt so bad. Thoughts and prayers are much appreciated for my parents. If I thought my mother wouldn't kill me, I would get them another kitten, but my mother would literally disown me. Only my brother can get away with stuff like that.

Video from the pediatrician
Last night we watched a video that our pediatrician had put in our bag of free junk. It was a video put out by Carnation and it talked all about the first days home with the baby. It went over basically everything that our Child birth class should of. It was really good and we actually learned a lot. Like about giving sponge bath's and bottle care. I was pretty impressed with it for free DVD. It got us pretty excited. Although we have been excited since we hit week 37. I'm so ready for her to be here even though I know life is going to be grueling and change. I read someone in a baby magazine compare it to a very dark time in their life, which seemed overwhelmingly sad to me. But anyway the point about this is to tell you the video was awesome and not at all a giant plug for Carnation formula, in fact their section on breastfeeding was super educational.

This weekend
This weekend I'm going to continue to rest as much as I can. We might go out to dinner with my parents tonite, we are waiting to hear back from them on that. We have to see how my Dad feels. Hopefully we get a chance to see Pam and Jason even if it's just hanging out later tonite. Tomorrow Seth needs to go get his tux for Ty and Holly's wedding and we need to go to the grocery store. Then Seth's parents will be here to visit me in the afternoon sometime. Sunday will definitely be a day of rest since I plan on going to work everyday next week. Well everyday unless Evie decides to show up.

Even though I've been sick
The little week off work break has been nice, but I think only because I've spent it with Seth. It was almost like the "babymoon" all the magazines say you should take, except we spent the majority of it sleeping and feeling miserable. But today I went thru and organized some more stuff in Evelynn's room and vacuumed and opened it up so the cats could jack around in there like they do. So it was nice.

Ugh!
I missed my PT appointment this morning which makes me sad. I thought it was this afternoon for some reason. My PT called me to make sure I was okay, I was but I hardly had a voice and was totally out of it when she called. Oh well, I'll make sure to be extra nice to her next week.

Okey-dokey
That does it for my random thoughts today! I'm going to cruise around the net until the laptop battery dies and see what I have been missing! Have a great weekend all!

Love (feeling better),
Carrie

Thursday, February 25, 2010

I'm still home sick in bed because I can't get my low grade fever to go away for 24 hours, which is what I have to do before I can go back to work. But Seth has been staying home with me too because he's still a little sick, except he can work from home. And I just have nightmares about work. But he isn't using this laptop yet so I thought I'd sneak in a blog post because I owe you all one!

Our pediatrician
So we found ourselves a pediatrician, thanks to my fabulous physical therapist Kelly. His name is Dr. John Vann and he is fantastic, which I should have known because he was recommended by the equally awesome Kelly. He's just all about kids, and he gave us presents. Some of the things he said that really stood out to us is that we can call him at home anytime, his wife is a pediatric nurse so she can help us too if he isn't there, he will be at the hospital everyday Evelynn is at the hospital after she is born, she does 30 minute wellness check appointments, and he dresses to impress the kids. He also used football analogies for Seth (he loves Nebraska football) and he appreciates my lack of internal filter (he is lacking one himself). His office is a little scary and old, but he decorates it with toys and pictures and I'm sure kids love it. I'm excited for him to be a part of Evie's life. So yeah! We got something done this week!

My doctor's appointment
Funniest thing EVER. So yesterday they inform me there is a med student, and of course Seth is about to tell them not to bring him in and I'm like yeah it's okay whatever, because I'm sick and I really don't care. Guess who it is? Mmm-hmm, Jason the med student from last week. You should have seen the look of pure terror on his face when he slid the door back and it was me. To his credit though, he is getting a tiny bit better. He warmed his deathy ice hands this time before putting them on Evelynn, then she got pissed because it wasn't a very good attempt so she kicked the heck out of him. Dr. Carlson came in and checked me out and informed me that I have a viral infection and there really isn't anything I can do about it except rest, drink lots of water, and wait it out. She checked out Evelynn and she's doing good, but she is exactly the same as she was last week, one cm and 25% effaced. I have a feeling we will be here a while because after we got all checked out we discussed the "birth plan" which was really us just saying that we trusted her judgment and to give me more drugs that Mick Jagger and her telling us that she will do everything she can to let me go naturally. Since the Olson center is one of the only places in Nebraska with licensed midwives, they tend to take a we won't induce and we won't do a c-section unless we have to approach. She quoted all these figures of how that is better for the baby, and I've heard that induction SUCKS so I as okay with that. But that means that I could possibly go two weeks past my due date which I don't want to do at all. I wanted this baby out YESTERDAY. So that put me in a foul mood. So that was not what I wanted to hear.

So I've been sick
At the beginning of the week, I'll admit, I felt gross but nothing I couldn't handle, I more stayed home because Seth was super bad and I was worried about him. But then Tuesday night I started throwing up and having the runs. On top of that I have a cough and when it gets into one of those coughing fits I either pee my pants, throw up, or have a Braxton Hicks contraction. So not the best feeling ever. I'm hoping to at least get one day of work in tomorrow. Oh and Evelynn hates when I cough. Seth thinks he brought something back from DC but I think he caught it at the gym.
Hopefully I can get back to work tomorrow. Saturday Seth's parents want to come down for a couple hours and visit me because they said they haven't seen me in four weeks. I hope they take us for dinner because I am so not up to cooking!

Other not too exciting things
I missed the breast feeding class because I was sick, but in the bag of awesome stuff our pediatrician gave us there is a DVD about breastfeeding and your first days home with your baby that covers all the stuff we missed out on from our Child birthing class because Vodka/Sex and his ridiculous questions ate up most of our time. So once we get a chance I will watch that.

Alright
My smelly bed (I swear I'm going to change the sheets tomorrow) is beckoning me back for a nap because I have a cough headache, but I thought I'd drop in and say hello, so HELLO! *waves*

Love (to see what color Evie's eyes are),
Carrie

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

alive-ish

Hi blog world, I'm alive but barely, that lovely death cold that's going around this area hit this house pretty hard, and when you can't take much medication to relieve your stuff nose, head, congestion, all your left with is horrendous cough that makes it so you can't keep much down or want to eat much.
Luckily Seth has been home sick with it too, he had it worse earlier, but he got to take medicine. I'm bearing the brunt of it now, we see the doctor today so hopefully she can help. Or take this baby out of me and give me a reason to live!
Hopefully I can be back at work tomorrow or back among the living! Fingers crossed!
Also pray for the med student they may or may not give me today.
Oh and I can't wait to tell you all about our new pediatrician we found, who is awesome.
Love (to have this part of my life done and over with),
Carrie

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Evie's room!

Yay! Organzation equals pregnant lady sanity. So everyone I love worked really hard to help me organize Evie's room this weekend. Here are the results!

Here is as good of a picture as I can get of the whole room.

This is the famous armoire. On the right I have swaddlers and all of the first aid/medication stuff things that people got us. On the left is all of her hang up clothes. Check out her uber cute Husker cheerleader uniform Larry at work got her! Too cute!

This drawer I call accessories. It includes hats (the lip kiss one is from Aunt Kathy), socks, slippers (how cute are those duck slippers?) and hand covers or mittens I think they are called.

This is the bibs and burp cloths drawer.

These are long sleeved onesies, the 0-3 ones are in the front and the 3-6 or bigger ones are in the back.

These are shirts and other cute little outfits that I don't have hangers for yet.

These are pants, leggings, diaper covers, and tights. How cute are the little gap baby jeans and jean skirt, those are from Mel at work.

This is the playmat that my Grandma got her. It looks like so much fun, I can't wait to see her in it!


This is the armoire all finished! What a great job everyone did. My dad and Seth repaired all the woodwork and Grandma J or Grandma Bush (we are still deciding) did the varnishing job! So pretty! It matches the crib exactly!

These are the drawers underneath the changing table on the crib. This drawer is onesies, again 0-3 are towards the front and the bigger ones are towards the back.

This drawer is full of sleepwear, including the sleeper gowns which are adorable.

This drawer is what my brother called "random weird shit", it's basically everything we couldn't classify.

This is her rocking chair, bottle warmer (on the table) and books and toys. The pillow and blanket match her set and are from L'ara and JJ.

This is her crib with the safety sleeper, boppy, and her baby Einstein sea thingy that I've heard works miracles.

What do you think? It feels so good to be prepared! Now she can get here-any day now, come on Evelynn-let's get this show on the road!

Love (being ready),
Carrie

Friday, February 19, 2010

The best way out is always through.

Hi blog world!
For a day that I really wasn’t feeling like getting out of bed, it is turning out to be a very pleasant day, even with snow falling.

This morning
This morning I went in for my PT appointment and low and behold I finally, for the first time ever, had my pelvis in line. I was so excited, so was Kelly my PT. Like I said, that never has happened before, but Kelly said it might have been because Evelynn has finally centered up and is getting ready to leave. (Yay!)
Kelly also recommended a pediatrician for us, since apparently we are supposed to have one of those lined up and ready to go. So Seth is supposed to call and try to schedule us an interview and see if the doctor will take us on and if he is covered by our insurance.
Did I mention I have the greatest PT ever? In case you may have forgotten, I seriously do.
So then after I left there and tediously drove to work (SNOW! I drove in SNOW! And almost died!) I got in and checked my messages and of course I was randomly selected for a drug test. So I had to waddle over to the other building and pee in a cup. The lady was super nice and laughed at all my jokes about being a pro at peeing in a cup.
Then I went upstairs to say hi to my old friends in the other section I worked in here. They are throwing me a shower today so it was just funny that I was over there because I never get a chance to get over there anymore. Some of them couldn’t make the shower so they gave me their gifts. My very old friend whom I call Papa Smurf and he calls me Smurfette (because I was the only girl in group of guys when we worked together) he gave Evelynn the cutest little Husker Cheerleader uniforms. He got them in bigger sizes so they would be perfect for football season. I seriously almost cried. They are so sweet.
Then I waddled back over here just in time for lunch!

Husband better be busy today!
I made Seth a two page list of things he can do today since he has the day off. So far I’m pretty sure he’s done none of it. He is getting ready to drive to Columbus now to pick up the armoire since it is snowing. Hopefully on his way out of town he stops at Target and gets my prescriptions before they reshelf them.
I’m grateful to get the armoire back because my Mom is coming over tomorrow to help me get the room in order and pack my hospital bag. But first we have to get the main storage piece in the room!

The rest of the weekend
Seth is going to work on homework and Sunday we are having a dinner for my grandma at my parents house for her birthday. I wanted to try and squeeze in dinner with Pam and Jason, but I don’t know if we are going to get to that. I didn’t expect to be so overwhelmed by the fact that my baby is coming and I’m totally not ready. My MIL says I am more ready than she was, but my MIL isn’t a crazy person like I am. She didn’t even have a stroller because they would have been impossible to use on the farm. If she had only known what a pain in the ass and how time consuming it really is to get a stroller put together! Then she would understand my crazy.

Congrats!
My dear friend (and resident) from college, Jana and her husband who is also a friend from college Bobby had their first baby yesterday, and it’s a girl! So congrats to them! I’m so excited she went before I did, I mean she was due before me, but I was worried I would go before her, she hardly looked pregnant! I can’t wait for our daughters to meet!

A little secret
I keep meaning to share something with you guys, and take it with a grain of salt because I haven’t completed my pregnancy yet, so I can’t totally attest to this method working, but from the moment I found out I was pregnant, I have been using tons of lotion on my belly and breasts to try and ward off stretch marks. So far so good. But my super secret method includes, right after I get out of the shower, slathering on one of those “hydrofirming” or “elastic returning” face lotions. Now luckily for me I have a ton of these left over from my grandma who is an Avon lady. When I had super bad acne (until I used Mary Kay (which my mother sells, huge rivalry!) I tried a bunch of different kinds of moisturizers. So I had tons of these under the sink waiting to be used. I imagine in real life this can be very expensive, but let me say, so far it has worked. I’ll update you further after Evie’s is born!!

Have a great weekend!
Okay everyone! I’d better get to work! I have a busy afternoon! Talk to you Monday and hopefully post some pictures over the weekend of the completed bedroom!!

Love (for these last days to fly by),
Carrie

Thursday, February 18, 2010

If a dog jumps in your lap, it is because he is fond of you; but if a cat does the same thing, it is because your lap is warmer.

Hey Hey Hey blog friends!
I of course stayed home yesterday because I was up all night with random contractions and I had a doctor’s appointment so I just didn’t even attempt it.

Contractions
Contractions are horrible. They feel like you are holding the biggest bowl movement and having menstrual cramps all at the same time. They also come on randomly and I break out in a sweat and try really hard to stop breathing and not move because I think it helps, which every book says it doesn’t. Apparently no one remembers their first stage of labor contractions being this bad-but as I told my doctor yesterday, you might as well write “Big fucking whiner” on my chart now because I have zero tolerance for pain.
The scariest ones are the ones when I’m walking, they just hit all of the sudden and I’m usually walking around people and I don’t know what to do and I don’t want to freak people out by doing what I would do if I’m at home which is start clutching my lady bits and huffing and trying to curl into a ball. So I pretend to lean against a wall and talk on my cell phone.
The next scariest ones are at night because they wake you up in a panic and it takes you a minute to figure out what’s going on.
After that the sitting ones are okay, although yesterday I was waiting in the doctor’s office with no pants on and peed on the table a little bit when I had one.

Speaking of the doctor’s appointment

So I’m at 1 centimeter and 25% effaced. basically moving along slowly. Nothing to get excited about here. For those of you not down with the pregnancy terms, you have to dilate to 10 centimeters to push and you have to be 100% effaced. Dilation is how much your cervix opens and effacement is how thin your cervix is (when it is thinned all the way your water breaks, usually). Needless to say I was disappointed because of all these contractions, I really didn’t think it could get more painful, just more frequent. Hopefully she keeps moving along though.
I probably ended a med student’s career yesterday. We didn’t have our normal doctor, we had the backup doctor again. The nurse said she had a med student and it was male and was it okay if he came in. Now usually they threaten this all the time with my normal doctor, but my normal doctor knows I scare people and say inappropriate things when I’m uncomfortable so she usually doesn’t ever bring the med students in, just threatens it. Since I didn’t have my normal doctor, in came the med student. He was the most effeminate dude I had met. He talked very softly and smacked his words. He came in to do the “interview” and literally, the first thing he asked was “So how (smack) is it going?” I was like “Um, well I’m hugely pregnant” and he goes “(smack) okay and how’s that going for you (smack)?” and I looked at my husband and did wide eyes like “can you believe this is happening right now?”and then he did wide eyes back and shook his head like “don’t you dare say anything weird!” and so I looked at the med student and went-“Um, did you even look at my file before you came in here?, I have everything wrong with this pregnancy…” to which he replied “oh (smack) well (smack) sometimes the files are hard to interpret, so why don’t you just give me a list (smack)”
Seriously, he wants me to give him a mothertrucking list of things wrong with my pregnancy? So down the line we went, and he pretended to know what I was talking about, which it was obvious he didn’t. I showed him my diabetes log and he smacked his words and nodded. Finally after about 20 minutes he said he was going to go report to the doctor.
You know I complain a lot about being left alone in that room for 20 minutes before you actually get to see the doctor, but if this is the alternative, I’ll just wait it out alone, alright?
So the doctor comes in and by the way I have no pants on and just a sheet over my bottom because they are going to check me, and as I said before while I was waiting I had a contraction and peed on the bed a little bit. So the doctor comes in, the backup doctor, and she hasn’t really read my file either. And she bitched about us asking her to fill out FMLA paperwork, even though she is actually the doctor on file with our insurance (they bill under her name) so she would have to fill it out anyway. So then she starts checking me out, asking me the same, but more relevant questions about the stage in my pregnancy, she asks me to describe the contractions because apparently she didn’t really think I knew what I was talking about, but I did, and then she believed me about them.
Then she said that we were going to do a test, and I’m sorry but I can’t remember the name of it, but I had read about it and thought maybe it was just going to be a blood test. Something about how you can test positive on this and it means you have it and it’s okay if you have it but it’s bad for the baby so when you go into labor you get a special medicine to keep the baby from having it. It’s something like strepoccauous B positive or something like that. Anyway it’s not a blood test, it’s a swab test. So then I think, oh okay it’s going to be like a pap smear. Nope. She swabs my “perineum” (the skin between your lady bits and your rear end hole) and then she puts the swab in my butthole real quick. So of course I jump and go, “hey you can tell a person before you sneak up on them like that lady, this isn’t college and you aren’t drunk”. And Seth shook his head in shame.
Next she asked the med student if he measured me and he said no because apparently this is his first day on the gynie squad or something. And my backup doctor is visibly annoyed with him. So she gets the tape and starts to show him (and you can tell that it was like the fifth time today she showed him) and she makes a comment about how low my pelvis bone is and at this point I just want to get the whole uncomfortable experience over with. She keeps trying to have him feel where my bone is but keep me modestly covered and apparently his lady hands didn’t get it so I rip down the sheet so he can feel properly. My husband seriously considered jumping out the window at this point.
Next they wanted to check my status. This is what I was looking forward to, I wanted them to be like-okay you are ready, let’s go to the hospital! And then I could do the part I’ve been dreading and this would be over. Backup doctor gets up in my lady bits and I mean CLEAR UP in my lady bits and feels around and goes “okay you are about 1 cm and 25% effaced. You are moving along” and I seriously almost started crying. Then she asks if med student can check. I’m like yeah whatever, because I grew up in military hospitals and it wasn’t a doctor’s office experience unless five different people check you out and I’m all for the learning. So ladyman med student gloves and lubes up and barely puts the tips of his fingers inside me. Then he pretends that he can feel what the doctor did. I’m so frustrated at this point I go, “yeah you are lying because she was clear up here” and then I reach between my legs and shoved his hand up there further. And he goes “Oh, oh okay I feel now” and my husband ran away screaming with his arms over his head. Not really but I know he wanted to. I could see it in his horrified eyes.
The backup doctor laughed though.
It was weird because when they were feeling on her head and stuff, which was right behind my cervix I could tell they were. Then Evie got mad because she was tired of being jacked with.
They looked like they were packing it up and I said, what about her heartbeat? So they let med student do it while backup doctor observed, and by observed I mean she yelled at him some more for emptying half a bottle of lube on my stomach.
I thought her heartbeat sounded fast, but they said it was because they were pushing on her and stuff.
Needless to say I miss my doctor. But I have no more scheduled appointments with backup doctor. So that’s good. Of course I only have three more weeks to go, which is terrifying and exciting all at once. It’s terriciting.
Here’s something fun they don’t tell you, at this stage in the game, after internal exams or sex, you bleed. Which we all know, the last thing I like seeing is blood down there, since I spent the first trimester crying over blood in my underpants. So just an FYI.

Nesting?
I got home and immediately went into Evie’s room and started freaking out. When I realized that my husband couldn’t help me as much as I wanted, I called my Mom and arranged for her to come over Saturday and bring my brother and hopefully my mom will help me organize (if I get the armoire back Friday) and put away her clothes and pack my hospital bags. And also clean my bathrooms and kitchen because I can’t get on my knees to clean it and it is making me sick. Seth is taking off work on Friday to hopefully get some stuff finished around the house because like backup doctor said, it could be any day or weeks from now, and I refuse to be caught off guard.

Baby stuff is confusing
Last night we took out all the bottles sets we got and were going to wash them but then I got tired so I just separated all the pieces into piles. We are using Dr. Brown’s bottles at the suggestion of some lovely blog readers. Those things are freaking complicated! Every bottle has like 45 pieces and it all needs to be washed. And the nipples have to be boiled for three minutes. I couldn’t figure out what the plastic disc was for (apparently it’s to keep the nipple on the bottle and travel with the bottle) when they had given us “storing” lids. Seth figured it out though, and he even got the bottle back together when I had taken it apart. It’s good to be married to an engineer.
Then we got out my breast pump because next Wednesday I have that class and my mom is going with me because I think Seth needs a break. But he was all into the actual machine and figuring out how it worked and dinking around with all the pieces. Ahh engineers. He made it fun though and cracked me up and made it a little less scary. What a good man I have.

Work
Work is on and off right now, depending how many contractions I have in a night and how much sleep I get depends on if I go to work anymore. I’m pretty sure next week will be my last week, if not the following week. I’m trying to hold out as long as I can because Seth threatens to shut the cable off all the time. Stupid Cox, charging and assload for cable. Haven’t they seen the satellite commercials? And you know, long time customers should be rewarded for not jumping ship, not charged more every month. So anyway I’m here and there.

Tomorrow
Tomorrow I have my PT appointment in the morning and then I’m coming to work because my old group is throwing me a baby shower at work and then there is a mandatory meeting until four. I hope I last that long! Usually after a contraction I’m exhausted and nauseous and I don’t want to be at work anymore. Since my first one of the day (not counting the one at 3:41 this morning) was on my walk in, I almost just turned around and walked out. But tomorrow I have to be here, so I will be!

Peace out Peaches
Alright friends, I’d better get my work on. Maybe I will be back later, who knows?
Have a great day everyone!

Love (for this to be over already and my baby girl to be here),
Carrie

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe.

Hi blog friends. I have an exciting announcement-okay it’s not really that exciting, I made it to work, that’s about as exciting as it gets, which is exciting for me, but probably not so much for you.

Oh say he’s in DC
I drove Seth to the airport yesterday morning at 4 am. It was terrible out. There was blowing snow and ice and general scariness. The roads around this area have been super awful as of late, so I haven’t been risking it. Seth drove to the airport and I was supposed to drive to work from there but the roads were so nerve racking I just drove home and stayed there all day. The stress caused me to get a giant cold sore on my bottom lip. It is so big it looks like Seth punched me in the lip instead of kissing me goodbye. I’ve been dealing with cold sore issues since the 6th grade, and surprisingly, I still haven’t gotten over the embarrassment of having one. Even in this day and age there is a huge stigmata attached to having a cold sore on your lip. No matter how many times I explain it’s the genetic A version of herpes, not the STD version, people still got jokes. And they still hurt, even though I’m sure I’ve heard them since the sixth grade. I take valtrex and use abreva and they usually go away in a day or so, and usually I only get them if I’m uber stressed out or have an anxiety attack, as I did yesterday. So yeah…another reason I stayed in my bed.
I really miss Seth, I feel like I haven’t seen him in forever since he spent the weekend in Columbus and then we had about 12 hours together before he left for DC. He’s trying to get all of his travel in that his company wants him to do before the baby comes, and we are running out of time. Literally, this Saturday I will be full term. Yikes!
It’s funny, even though he’s gone, the cats refuse to sleep on his side of the bed, they still snuggle up and squish me and push me to the edge of the bed. I’m glad they are there, but seriously could Mama get an inch?
Seth gets back tonite super late, so I probably won’t be into work tomorrow. Plus I have the beginning of my weekly doctor’s appointments tomorrow, but we will see how I feel, it’s a later appointment so maybe I’ll come in for a little bit.

So at 5 am this morning
I woke up because it felt like I had to take a giant dump so bad, except I knew I didn’t. I knew it was a contraction. And it was so strange, it made me break out in goosebumps and start sweating. My whole lower abdomen and back just cramped. I tried changing positions and it didn’t go away. It lasted about 3-5 minutes I think…I’m not sure. I waited an hour for it to happen again, but it didn’t so I came into work. When I got to work and did my morning ritual of peeing as soon as I got here, my wipe included what looked to be a handful of yellow snot. Pretty sure that was my mucus plug. Good thing we are going to the doctor tomorrow so she can tell me what the hell is going on. I swear though, if I start going into labor at work while Seth is in DC, I’m going to probably lose my marbles. I’m also feeling super nauseous, but what’s new there? It’s probably just nerves, because I am getting pretty nervous.

Valentine’s Day
We had a low key Valentine’s Day. Seth came home late Saturday night from Columbus to surprise me. I was so happy. He brought me roses and popsicles and Taco John’s. But I had just spent the hours before barfing up my dinner that I ate at 6 so I didn’t eat the Taco’s until Valentine’s day for lunch. It was horrible, I hit the heave so hard it came out of my damn nose. So I was trying to brush my teeth when I thought I was done and accidently gagged myself and threw up in the sink. Of course, Willow happened to be in the sink playing with the water coming out of the faucet at the time so I threw up all over here, which spooked her and she ran away. Then I had to chase her, 9 months pregnant and naked thru the house trying to stop her from getting vomit everywhere. I locked her in the shower and then hosed her off, she hated me for like two days because of it. So needless to say, I was pretty relieved when Seth showed up, although he scared the crap out of me because I was laying in bed, naked (Okay when I’m pukey I don’t like to get dressed in case I accidently puke on myself or in my hair so I can jump in the shower quick and wash it off instead of getting in and out of clothes and dirtying clothes) and the garage door starts to go up and I’m like WTF?!?! I was trying to figure out how to escape from robbers when my husband walked in the garage door and said “Surprise”. I cried because I was scared and glad he was home all in the same emotion.
So then he ate dinner and I snuggled with him. We slept in on Sunday and then went and took back some baby stuff we ordered to Target. We got some gift cards for Target too, so we went ahead and spent those getting a swing. It was really the last big item we needed. Then on our way home my mom called and asked if we wanted to come over for dinner. I really didn’t want to go out because we had to go to bed early and Seth still hadn’t packed for DC and I knew any Valentine’s Day dinner out would take a while because it was going to be busy. So we headed over there. Plus my mom had the last of my baby clothes that I had her wash and I was dying to show Seth the cute stuff I got Friday. So we went over there and had a great meal (as usual) and then went home and packed and went to bed. Thus was my Valentine’s Day. My last one as a not Mommy.

Friday
Friday was nice because my brother came over around 6 after he got done at the gym and I got done at work. We ran a bunch of erroneous errands that I needed to get done. Like getting my 6 month ring check up at Zales and finishing off our layette for Evelynn. I tried to get mostly gender neutral stuff which included ducks, barnyard animals, and the color yellow. They were still pretty cute. I also got her “going home outfit” which looks so tiny, I hope she fits into it. And I finally got some pacifiers and a pacifier clip, which everyone said we needed.
Then Jesse and I went and ate at Zemog’s, the third time that week for me and the second night in a row. Seriously, I’m obsessed with the place.
Then we went back to the house and Jesse stayed until I started feeling tired and ready for bed. He played Prince of Persia for me on playstation 3 and he was so good at it, it was unreal. He got further in 2 hours than Seth and I got in a month of playing.

Saturday
I don’t really remember what I did Saturday besides barf a lot. I probably just laid in bed and watched TV.

Armoire
So here’s an inprogress picture of the armoire, which is in the process of being stained and varnished by Seth’s mom. She even had special matching paint made for the inside of the armoire! Hopefully it will be done by Friday, that’s when Seth Dad says he will bring it back to us, and then I can put all her cute tiny clothes in it!
Here is what we started with:

And here is where it's at now:



Until tomorrow
Okay folks, I’d better catch up on stuff, since I won’t be here tomorrow probably. I’ll keep you updated on what’s going on with my who-ha.

Love (to make childbirth as childish as possible),
Carrie

Friday, February 12, 2010

There are lots of ways of being miserable, but there's only one way of being comfortable, and that is to stop running round after happiness.

Hi blog friends!
I made it to Friday AND I’m at work. Hold your applause until after the blog, thanks.

Last night
Last night I went to Zemog’s again with my parents and had another great meal. Totally go there Omaha friends, it is the best Mexican food I’ve had in a while.
Then I went home and tried to put together Evie’s mobile that came in the mail but got all frustrated and quit. Seth came home from class around 10:20 and he brought me some popsicles and we went to bed. I meant to watch Psych but I didn’t want to sit downstairs. Seth brought in the activity jumper thing from my car and put it right in the tiny walk way that exists right now to our TV portion of the basement and I didn’t want to do the squish and roll trying to get past it. So I just took a long bath and facebook stalked people until he came home.

Tonite
This afternoon Seth is headed to Columbus for a visit with his family and my brother is coming over to hang out with me. I think we are going to have dinner at Subway and I need to take my wedding ring to Zales to get the setting checked. I also need to get the white gold redipped on it but I don’t know if the Oakview Mall near my house does that, I know the Westroads one does, but I don’t want to drive clear out there tonite. I’ve already been over that way once today.

29 MOTHERTRUCKING DAYS
Whoa. I can’t believe we are past the month mark. On Saturday I will be 36 weeks. Blows my mind. I alternately celebrate the fact that this horrible pregnancy is almost over and flip out because I am SO NOT READY. And I can’t believe in 29 days I will be responsible for this tiny little girl. I think that scares me more than actually having to give birth.
I had a little meltdown last night because her room is SO not ready. Not even close, it isn’t even safe to put a baby in there right now since Seth has all his remodeling projects scattered about. I really, really need that armoire to be done so I can put her clothes away because right now they are in stacks all over the crib and all of her sheets and blankets and burp clothes are all over the rocking chair in there right now. I asked Seth to just leave the armoire here and we could stain it but he says his Mom really wants to be involved in staining it. I’m just worried we won’t get it back in time, it’s not like she is going to finish it and then drive it down. We will either have to drive back up and get it or try to convince his brother with the truck to drive it down. So it could be another two weeks before I can even put her stuff away and that drives me absolutely insane.
I mean I know you can never be totally ready, but I would at least like to be organized and have a place for her to sleep and a place to rock her when she gets fussy.
So yeah, that’s the crazy I’m dealing with in relation to baby this week.

Physical Therapy
My physical therapist had me fitted for a binder today, my pelvis just refuses to stay in line. We are waiting to see how much of it insurance covers, because if they won’t cover it then she gave me the name of a place in town to get fitted for one which is much cheaper. She is so great. If any of you in the Omaha area need a Physical Therapist I highly recommend Kelly at UNMC. Tell her I sent you and she will laugh because she thinks I’m crazy. Today she massaged my butt for 45 minutes. It was amazing. Plus she tells me helpful things all the time about babies and pets and anything you can think of, I mean you have to have some topics to talk about with a person while you smash their faces in your boobs or are massaging their butt. She is very good at taking the awkward away. So I only make minor inappropriate comments. Today I told her the story about how I sent Seth to Target on Saturday because nursing bras were on sale and I had a shower so I couldn’t go before they rolled over the ad and he got the sexiest nursing bra I had ever seen. He’s such a great husband, but I gave him such a hard time for picking out the sexy nursing bra. Haha.
So yes, as previously stated 200 times before, if you are pregnant and your back hurts demand to see a physical therapist and if you are in Omaha demand to see Kelly at UNMC. That is my advice to you.

DOD (Department of Defense) Schools must have failed me
So today on the radio they said that by the end of the week all 50 states will have snow, which has never happened before-even in Hawaii they will have snow. I spent the rest of the segment arguing with myself over if there were 50 or 51 states, something I can NEVER remember. I blame the DOD schooling I received for not being able to recall basic facts like that. Everyone jokes that when Evelynn starts learning basic math I’ll have to learn along with her while Seth teaches her with flashcards and stuff. It’s so true, I will.

Pregnancy statements that are getting old
Here are a list of random things people are saying to me regularly that are starting to get really old, so old in fact I threatened to punch a guy the other day if he said it to me again:
Wow! Are you having twins?
When do you pop?
Aww, Evie’s going to be a only child isn’t she? Because you whine so much about pregnancy.
Do you know you are waddling when you walk?
Any reference to me waddling somewhere
You are going to the bathroom again?
Turkey’s done! Timer has popped!
Ew I can see your belly button sticking out.
Why does the button on your jeans look like it’s barely hanging on?
Oh you still have a little ways to go!

Pregnancy statements that will never get old
You are such a beautiful pregnant lady
You carry your pregnancy so well, you don’t look like you’ve gained weight at all
Let me get that for you
Can I carry that for you?
Do you want some of this (insert snack food here)
Can I get you anything?
Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it, you just rest.
Your baby is going to be so adorable! I can’t wait to meet her!
I bought this (insert random baby clothes present here) for your baby because it was too cute and I couldn't resist!

Happy weekend!

Okay friends! I hope you have a great weekend! I hope mine is restful and peaceful! Have a happy Valentine’s day, those of you who are into celebrating that kind of thing! Wishing someone a happy Valentine’s Day these days is almost as risky as wishing someone a Merry Christmas! You never know what kind of response you are going to get!

Love (that I only have 29 days! Or less!),
Carrie

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Never judge a book by its movie.

Hello blog world! Bright and early here! I’m not sure why I’m all up in morning’s business, but I’m sure the crash and burn will come shortly.

Past days
The past couple of days have been strange. Monday I was in pain and I tried to get a hold of the doctor for more answers but of course they had none beyond suck it up. Tuesday I came to work and was in a drill all day and then worked two extra hours overtime because I didn’t even come near my desk until 3. Yesterday my husband’s work was throwing him a shower at 11:15 and they wanted me to come. So I stayed home and went to that and had planned on coming into work afterwards but it wore me out so bad I couldn’t do it.
But today! Today I’m here! And no one else is. Lame. Half the reason I come to work anymore is to talk to someone besides the cats.

This weekend
This weekend is going to suck. Seth is headed to Columbus Friday afternoon for “One last weekend as a Hellbusch Son” or something like that. Basically he wants one last weekend to be babied by his Mom before he has to grow up and take care of his own baby. But he is taking the armoire up to get stained by his mom so hopefully he will be able to bring that back finished and I can start nesting!
He is talking about being back Saturday night, but I highly doubt (much to my dismay) that will happen. His brother wants him to go to a poker tourney at a hotel with him that night and if he drinks a lot he won’t get out of bed Sunday until about noon meaning he won’t get his butt in gear and get home until 3 or 4. Essentially ruining our last Valentine’s Day. I’m trying not to be uber bitter about it, but really, I am. He flies out Monday at 6am and I have to drop him off at the airport and depending on how I am feeling head into work. He is going to Maryland for work. Then he flies back Tuesday night at 10 or 11 pm I can’t remember. Either way I’m probably not going to work Wednesday since I’ll be up late getting him and then we have a doctor’s appointment Wednesday. So yeah. My husband is going MIA for a while.

Evelynn’s blog
Which is just peachy because Evelynn has started practicing contractions. Last night Seth was trying to time them and kept asking me if I wanted to go to the hospital. They were all erratic and all over the place. All I know is every now in then my uterus squeezes super hard and then there is a sharp pain and it would happen like twice in a row and then stop. And it sucked. So anyway my parents are going out of town Friday night and they are busy Saturday night and I’m not sure if they are in town this upcoming week or not. I am going to ask Jesse to come stay the night Friday and hope he can and nothing will go wrong. Seth is all bent out of shape leaving me alone. I can’t say that I’m helping the situation much by moping around. I have grand plans to pack my “go to the hospital” bags this weekend. Since I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to have that at least started. We are down to like the 30 day mark!

Books
I am trying to get into another book, but I just came out of a couple of really good books and I’m having a hard time getting back into reading a different genre. I’m trying to read “American Gods” that my brother lent me, he says it’s great but I’m just not getting into it. It reads like a screenplay. I feel like I should be watching it and not reading it, like I’m watching a movie with closed captioning but I never look up at the screen. The other one is one my mom gave me and I can’t remember the name of it, something like Same kind of different as me or something like that. Anyway it started off with this homeless black guy telling a story and talking about how he didn’t talk to white women because some kids in Louisiana beat the crap out of him once for doing it and it was just totally depressing and I couldn’t even finish the first chapter. I think I’m going to go and get one of the “fun” books off the stack. I’ve been reading the Castle book (a book supposedly written by Richard Castle of the TV show, about his character Nikki Heat) and it’s funny, but I’ve never really been into those sexy murder mystery James Patterson kind of books.

Fun Baby Stuff
We have been getting so much fun baby stuff these past couple of weeks. Seth has been busy putting things together every night. And usually about every other day there is a package delivery from Target. Last night we got her mobile from Marna and it is SO CUTE and yesterday we got her walker/jumper Baby Einstein thing from Seth’s work. I know she won’t use it for awhile but it is so busy and looks like so much fun. The cats certainly think all of her stuff is fun. We can hardly keep them out of it. We have had to spray them with canned air every time they get near the pack and play. And Willow literally lies with her back in the bouncer and plays in that. So we have to chase her out of that all the time. Usually after we chase them out a couple times they get really involved with the boxes and wrapping that the new stuff comes in.
We only have about three more projects to finish until I can start “nesting” and setting up her nursery. My wonderful Mother has been studious about getting all of her new clothes washed and folded. I’ve started separating them in piles in anticipation of filling the armoire with them. I have most of her diaper station set up. I need Seth to figure out how and where we are going to set up the wipe warmer. I’ve made a list of stuff we need or need more of, like wipes. And other than that, I can say we are prepared enough that if she came tomorrow, with help from our family and friends, we would survive just fine. Although a little more disorganized than I like.
At Seth’s work shower yesterday one of the ladies who had a baby seven months ago brought her cute little girl and she was the last one to leave and we helped her out to her car and I made lots of mental notes of things I never realized. Like how much junk you have to tote around for a baby, and how heavy those car seats really are with a baby in them. And she drove a car so she had to like do this weird throw to get the baby into the car with her back. I was glad we had an SUV at that point, because when she leaned in to buckle the kid in she practically had to lie flat out in the car to get everything attached. She was smart though, Ty and Holly got us that thing you put over the car seat to keep the kid warm, the thing I’m worried is going to suffocate the kid, but this lady put all the toys in it after she zipped it up, so she didn’t have to pack them all into the diaper bag. I thought that was pretty genius. But like she had no hands to carry out her take out box, and it’s not like you can make multiple trips to the car! So that was interesting. It reminded me of that word problem they give you when you are little where you have like a fox and chicken and a cow and you have to figure out how to get them across the river and there are all these rules like the fox can’t be left alone with the chicken and stuff.
And I’ve now completely gone off topic.

Photos
So before Kathy’s shower I went and dug out our trust digital camera which used to be the best digital camera in the family, it’s been on all our vacations. It’s a good little camera, Seth got it from his brother for Christmas five years ago or something. I put the rechargeable batteries in and flipped it on and it was like, yeahhhh no. So I got new batteries and tried that and it was like haaaaa, still no. Seth played around with it the last couple of weeks and declared it dead. So last night we had to order a new one from Best Buy, mostly because we had all those gift cards to Best Buy we couldn’t get rid of. I was pretty crabby about it. But we will need a camera when she is born and I love my mom, but sometimes it’s hard to get pictures from her, and when she posts them on facebook and you try to copy them, the quality is really terrible. We only ended up paying 65 bucks for a 200 dollar camera, but I was pretty grumbly the whole time we did it. I do know it has “blink” technology, so it recognizes when someone blinks in a picture and then takes another one right away and it has something where it will take 25 pictures in a few seconds, so that is pretty cool too. And it has “smile” technology. Not the super fancy DLSR that I wanted but I really don’t have 1000 bucks to blow on one, or the time to learn how to make it do all the fancy stuff jenifriend does.
Speaking of darling friend jenifriend, she is back from Texas and we have decided that she will come take newborn photo’s instead of maternity photos. I’m secretly relieved because I’ve hated every second of being pregnant, so I really don’t care to have this time in my life documented forever and ever. The shower photos I have are horrifying enough, and since I don’t seem to fall into the line of sexy maternity photos, I’m way more excited at the prospect of newborn photos. I can’t believe we only have 31 days! I’m also happy because we are scheduled to do family photos with my family when she comes down, and I won’t be pregnant in those, and Evelynn will get to be in them! I’m also thinking of talking to Seth’s family once we get a date because then we can get full family photos then too since Seth’s mom is always complaining that we don’t have any full family photos. I was thinking of trying to get her here the weekend of the baptism, but I don’t even know when that is going to be. And her wedding is coming up soon so I don’t want to make her drive up here when I know she is in go time for her wedding. Lord I remember that hot mess.

Rambley Sue bids you adieu
Well I’d better look busy before my lacky starts talking to me about weird stuff. My coworker isn’t here for me to talk to today, so I’ll have to try and make this day chug along best I can. Here’s hoping!
Have a great day everyone!

Love (days that don’t start out with intense pain!),
Carrie

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Seriously...I'm distracting you with pictures!

So the shower with Seth's work ran a little late and after wards I wasn't feeling the hottest so I came home instead of going into work.
So here are some fun pictures I have from my aunt's shower for you all to check out!


Here is the table


Me opening presents, Kathy helped because my belly was too big!

My gift from my grandma

My gift from my mom, these are some of my baby clothes and pictures of me in them. So neat!

Party guests

More gift opening

Almost four generations!


And here is the bassinet/pack n play all set up! The bed set is from Seth's Mom. :-) We love that ABC/123 baby quilt because we feel it represents both us really well. I'm the ABC and Seth is the 123-hopefully we have all our bases covered!

The shower from Seth's work was really nice today. They gave us an amazing gift, the jumper/walker thing. I wish she could use it right away! Seth's co-workers are really sweet and a lot of fun. I know why he likes to be at work. :-)

Alright I'm going to watch rerun's of Gilmore Girls-I'll talk to you all tomorrow because I'm headed back to work!! For real!

Love (Gilmore Girls),
Carrie

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Yo-ho


I was in a drill all day at work, so all I have to give you is this:

Evie's new bed set from my ma, all set up and ready to go!

Monday, February 8, 2010

Really, how much longer?

Hi blog friends!
It has been a very long weekend, well week really.
The burning ow pain under boobs is still happening. When I called the doctor's office on Friday to get answers on the labs the ran and the ultrasound, the nurse could only tell me that the ultrasound came back normal and she couldn't read the labs. Oh and the doctor wouldn't be in until Wednesday to review my labs. Of course. Then they basically just said to live with it. Seth has been researching and he thinks it's muscular and there isn't anything I can do. the pain gets so bad sometimes that I can hardly breathe, and stand and walk. So that's fun, but not really. I'm not really sure what to do from here. The whole, just live with it until she is born totally sucks. If I move around a lot and aggravate it, then I'm laid out for a whole day. For example yesterday I tried to just do a normal day, but by the end of the night I was in so much pain Seth had to carry me to bed. I didn't go to work today, but I'm worried what a 8 hour day sitting up and trying to move around will do. And the doctors don't seem to pick up the hint that I really just want to relax and not be in pain anymore. So yeah...I'm stuck.
We had a lovely weekend though. Friday Seth stopped and got Old Chicago and we watched some DVR and he did the taxes. Saturday I had a great shower at my Aunt Tami's which was full of family that I love seeing. I got a lot of awesome gifts and I even got to sneak some cake which I haven't had in forever and it didn't even destroy my blood sugar sneaking it. Saturday night, out of the blue we decided to throw together a Super Bowl party out of the blue. I made potato salad and coleslaw. Then Sunday morning we got up and went to Baby Depot to get the pack and play (Yay!) and then to the grocery store to pick up some other supplies. We finally found curtains for the living room. So Seth cleaned and I made a veggie tray and tried to get things ready. Then Seth made his sloppy Seth's (Seth's version of sloppy joes). Then I got it all downstairs and my brother, my parents, Ty and Holly and Ty's brother Caleb came by and enjoyed the game and food. We had a really nice time. And it was a good game! But then I cleaned up, and went thru the baby clothes my mom brought me back (she has been washing them for me in her fancy washer because she's a fancy super Mom like that).
We put Evie's room together, it's almost done! Seth only has to varnish the armoire and then it's done! Hopefully I will have some pictures for you soon.
But as of now, I'd rather just sit here and pout that my guts hurt and the doctor's can't fix it. Because pouting, I don't care what everyone says, sometimes pouting just feels good.
Hopefully I can go back to work tomorrow because there is an important drill I'm supposed to participate in.
I'll keep you updated!
Love (to have this darn baby already),
Carrie

Friday, February 5, 2010

well hey there blog world

I came to visit today. Do you remember me? Ha.

Update on the fire guts. So far the ultrasound came back "normal" at least that is what the nurse thinks, although she confessed to not being able to read the labs. She says the doctor won't be in to review the labs until Wednesday, so until then I'm just supposed to suffer and try not to exasperate myself, but as far as she can tell, the pain in my guts is muscular. Like the abdominal separation from second trimester, but worse because Evelynn thinks its fun to kick and punch my already painful area of guts. The pain has gotten a little better since I've rested and people have stopped poking my fire guts. Hopefully we can find out more later and I can survive this! The tiny clothes and her beautiful gifts we have received make it a lot easier when things get hard.

I was sad today because my weekly physical therapy appointment got canceled. Which is probably a good thing because I looked out the window and the plow closed our driveway in and I wouldn't have noticed, I would have just gotten the CRV stuck in it. But anyway I was even more disappointed because I totally made the effort to shave my legs for the physical therapist. It made me laugh a little because it reminded me of when I was a teenager.
When I was a teenager we used to spend summer in Nebraska, visiting my grandparents, usually between moves, which was just about every summer. We used to go to the pool a lot, because it was a fun place to go, plus after wards my grandma would take us to the dairy shack, which was like dairy queen but locally run.
Anyway every now in then my grandma would join us at the pool. I remember being HORRIFIED because I could see in her bathing suit how she didn't shave her bikini line and it was sticking out of her bathing suit. Sometimes my Aunt would take us and I would be mortified because she only shaved her legs up to her knee. I remember asking her about it and she told me one day I would understand. I remember feeling very sorry for my uncle having to touch her hairy thighs. I was a real judgy brat. The time has come now that I understand. I FINALLY UNDERSTAND AUNT TAMI!!!
Lord it is hard to even get up the moxie to shave my armpits some days. And at this point, I don't even really care. My husband doesn't shave his face everyday, and he hasn't exactly volunteered to shave my legs or bikini line for me. So it must not bother him too much.
So the moral of the story here is growing up means you stop caring about shaving everyday and looking good for people at the pool, and you start caring about everything else a little bit more.
Thanks for the lesson Aunt Tami. :-)
Speaking of my Aunt, she is throwing me my family shower tomorrow and I'm really looking forward to going since I've been trapped in the house for three days. It's been a rough week in the Hellbusch household! I'm excited to get out and have people rub my belly. (Another lesson learned, as much as I thought I wouldn't want people touching me, it actually feels really good, and Evelynn responds to it).
Many thanks go out to my family who have really stepped up to help me through this painful week. To my Mom who drove me to the doctor yesterday and went with me to my appointment. To my brother who came over to sit with me yesterday while Seth was at class and went and got us dinner. My Dad who calls and checks in on me and makes me feel special with every phone call, and for working with Seth to get the armoire done, even though I know he is working on his own secret project. And to my loving husband who stayed home Wednesday (if you knew my husband, you know it's huge that he missed a day of work) to bring me things, and to give me love when I was defeated by this stupid pain.
Also to all the friends who checked in on me-thanks! Not much longer now!
Hopefully next Wednesday they have more answers for us.
Until then, have a great weekend, stay safe and I will hopefully be back in full force Monday.
Love (my great family),
Carrie

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Owie

Hi blog world!
I'm here, but laid up. I had some bad pain under my boobs yesterday and when we went to the doctor she said it could be gallstones, liver problems, or muscular. She said she could feel that it was swollen. The pain is pretty unbearable.
So anyway long story short they ran labs and this morning I had an ultrasound which included them poking the hell out of my owie spot. Making it ten times worse so I'm still home, on my back, while they wait for the test results and figure out how to make the pain stop.
The good news Evelynn is doing great, she is perfect-which is all we can ask for.
Keep us in your thoughts!
Thanks!
Love (for this to be over already!),
Carrie

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

A true friend is the greatest of all blessings, and that which we take the least care of all to acquire.

I’m here blog world! I’m here!
Seth and I had some kind of yuck yesterday and then when we were feeling well enough to get out of bed he claimed the laptop for training videos while I finished reading one of the three books I was reading. I was starting to get confused so I knew I had to finish one of them.

Friday
So we will start here because that’s when I fell off the blogging map. Friday I woke up and literally could not put on pants. I couldn’t bend my legs at all. Like you know when you lift your leg to put it inside the pant leg? I couldn’t do that. Also every time I moved I was in pain. I knew I had a physical therapy appointment that day so I just reached over to the side of the bed and clicked on my heating pad and waited. Meanwhile things were brewing at work so I had to take a bunch of phone calls most of the morning and sort out that hot mess. I got to the PT appointment and the PT took one look at my hips and my pelvic alignment and she was like, I don’t even know how you walked in here you pelvis is so jacked. (But in clinical terms she’s professional, unlike me.)
*sidebar* My PT must think I’m crazy. It’s just really hard for me not to say wildly inappropriate things while I’m wrapped up in someone’s arms being twisted over tables. I mean at some points in the session my face is literally in her boobs. I try really hard not to motorboat her while I’m there. But I do say random things like, you smell really nice today. I mean what am I supposed to say? Thanks for letting me get to second base? Either way our last session she told me that she loved how blunt I was because I was telling her about the no panties rule during labor. So she gets it, I make inappropriate comments when I’m nervous or uncomfortable. I’m not the only one. Heavy Baggage Blogger L’ara does too. *end sidebar*
She realigned me and then I got my massage which is the best part. Then she showed me some self realignment stuff to do with Seth. Then she said if I came back next week unaligned again, I was going to be fitted for a “binder”. I told her that didn’t sound sexy at all. She laughed at me because by now she has figured out I’m just strange. Needless to say Seth and I have been realigning my pelvis every night since then and it sounds like getting a binder might just be better than being in pain and not being able to walk and waiting until Seth can realign me.
Friday night I can’t remember what we did. I think we went over to my parents. Yeah we did because Seth didn’t have to work so he went over there after he got my car serviced. So after he ran errands and went to the gym, he went over there to work on the armoire. We had pizza for dinner and then went home and watched some DVR. We went to bed pretty early because we knew we had a long day ahead of us tomorrow.

Saturday
Saturday was Kathy’s shower!! First we woke up and cleaned the house though because my in-laws were supposed to come over after the shower. And when I say we “cleaned the house” mostly we just picked it up and vacuumed. My house hasn’t been “chemically” cleaned in forever. Dusting kicks up my allergies so bad I can hardly breathe, cleaning the bathroom makes me woozy and I have a hard time bending down to clean things like the tubs and toilets. My kitchen sink is so gross I don’t even know what to do, I’m pretty sure it’s permanently stained. I try not to think about it. Mostly I just congratulate myself if I get the house picked up and looking nice.
So after that we took showers and got ready for the party. We were actually early for the party which is HUGE for us. It either means we were super excited or completely unaware of what time it was when we left. Either way I was pretty proud of us.
The party was so great. It was nice and laid back and TONS of people came, more than I expected! I posted the pictures for you. My husband looks super grumpy in them but I promise he wasn’t. He had a great time. His asthma just caught up with him by the time we started pictures and of course we forgot his inhaler at home so as the evening progressed, he was able to breathe less and less.
We got amazing gifts, we are so blessed to have great friends. So many tiny cute outfits. I went home and immediately started playing with them and taking all the tags off.
Kathy had a wonderful spread out. She had the best idea for a winter party. She got a giant sub and then made soup so we had soup and subs and then she got the biggest veggie tray I’ve ever seen in my life. At one point both her and I were just planted at the table grazing on this thing. She got it from Bag and Save and it was a really great tray. Lots of selection and the veggies weren’t like sectioned off like usual, they were all mixed together so it looked really neat and every now and then you would uncover a gem that you hadn’t eaten in a while and it was like a game really. Okay I’m totally obsessed over the veggie tray, but you have to understand, most parties, that’s my main source of sustenance, so I know a lot about veggie trays.
Everyone seemed like they had a great time. We stayed with our families until about 7:30/8. It was a super long day and my back was killing me when I got home and my husband couldn’t breathe but we didn’t’ care because we had such a good time. I highly recommend Jack and Jill baby showers. Having the men there makes it super fun.
After we left the shower I took a LONG bath and we watched some more DVR and we hit the sack early because we were exhausted.

Sunday
We woke up late and ran some errands (we tried to find curtains and picked up some supplies for Seth to finish the armoire) and then we went over to my parents so Seth could work on the armoire. I decided that my parents had fed us enough over the past couple of weeks and so I decided to make lunch and dinner over there. For lunch I made Basil Tomato Soup and Grilled Cheese and for dinner I made risotto, cheesy veggies, and my mom helped me make some crockpot chicken.
I had a ton of stuff I wanted to get done that day and luckily I have an invalid mother to help me. (Just kidding Mom!). First we went thru all the baby clothes I got and then I used her super fancy machine to wash them with the UBER expensive laundry detergent I had to buy. I had to get detergent for a high efficiency washer and then perfume free. Lord that was hard to find.
Next project was painting the letters for Evelynn’s nursery. I was completely stumped on what to do. I have like 4% creativity in my body. Plus I’m horribly impatient so I’m never good at crafts because I don’t like waiting for things to dry or anything like that. I hemmed and hawed my way around it and finally asked my Mom for help. She took right to it. So here is what we started with:

Then here they are painted (all my mom’s idea, by the way):

Here they are on her nursery wall (they are stuck up there with those sticky tabs by 3M, that way when she gets older we can remove them if she wants, plus I don’t have to put 200 tiny holes in my wall trying to hang them):

And here is a far away shot of the letters on the wall (YES I have a picture of Marilyn Monroe above my daughter’s crib. This room used to be covered in black and white Marilyn Monroe pictures, this one is my favorite, and it’s from her Eve Arnold session. I don’t’ care what you say about her being a bad role model for a girl, she gave me a lot of confidence in high school when I was changing high schools every year.):

How cool are they? I was so excited! My mom came up with a great idea on how to paint them and my dad did an amazing job on the letters. By the way, if you want letters done for anything, I can totally put you in contact with him, he has reasonable prices. And he’s super talented. Shoot me an email.
After that was done I wrote out all the thank you’s for our shower gifts, filled out Evelynn’s baby book (the parts about the shower) and then got all the shower pictures my mom took up on the blog and facebook.
Then I made dinner and it was really good. Then we went home and we accidently stayed up way too late, I got to reading and Seth was watching training videos.

Monday
Monday I woke up and just felt awful, plus it was snowing and I didn’t want to drive to work in the snow. I got ready anyway and went to tell Seth goodbye and inform him how crappy I felt and then he said, I feel terrible too, and if you feel like I feel you should get back in bed. He didn’t have to tell me twice. I made myself some breakfast and then tried to eat it and not throw it up. We laid in bed alternately getting up to refill our waters or try to eat. Around 2 we started to get ready for our last diabetes specialist appointment. I really didn’t want to go but it was the last one. On the car ride over I practically vomited on the interstate. Seth was feeling a little bit better, but I could tell he wanted to be back in bed. He kept saying, just in and out, then we are done.
So we showed up on time thanks to someone pulling out of the parking garage right in front. We wouldn’t have if we had to park anywhere higher, not that the diabetes clinic is EVER on time. We checked in and then waited 20 minutes after our scheduled time to see the specialist, or “dietician”. We went into her little room and there, the lady with a bobblehead who obviously hasn’t eaten anything this century, proceeded to lecture me on the TWO (TWO! IN ONE MONTH) days I went over the 120 mark. I explained to her that she was the one who told us to experiment with adding another carb for dinner and that was what we were doing. Of course one of those days was a Taco Bell day and I got a freaking lecture about Taco Bell. She was telling me all about how it wasn’t good for me and I had to restrain myself from asking her when she EVER ate at a Taco Bell. Instead I asked her if she had heard of their “drive thru diet”. She didn’t think I was funny, but I got a snort out of Seth. The second day I went over was because I was on the phone and eating chips and I lost count of how many I ate. She told me a good way to avoid that was to put my chips in a small bowl and put the bag away. I really wanted to tell her about how much I hate doing dishes and what a waste that was to wash a bowl but I just let it go so we could get out of there.
Then she did the same thing my doctor is doing now, which apparently happens towards the end of your pregnancy where they start to admonish you for how much weight you’ve gained. Seriously, I have not gone over the 1 pound a week rule. But for some reason, instead of congratulating me for sticking to their stupid rule, they start using that tone with me and telling me that I need to keep an eye on it, and I’ve gained as much weight as they would like to see. Let’s not mention the fact that I’ve only gained 30 pounds, whatever, bite me.
So we left and I practically skipped out the door so I wouldn’t punch anyone on my way out and I never have to go back there again. Unless Dr. Bobblehead doomsday is right and I’ll be one of the 60% of women who just keeps their diabetes. Knowing my luck I will.
Then we went home and pretty much went to bed. Seth got up around 5 and made dinner and watched training videos. I took a bath around 7 and then got in bed and read until Seth came to bed. And now we are all caught up in the world of the Hellbusch’s.

Eveylnn’s blog
I totally think Evie is turning herself around. Her back used to be against my right rib cage and she hadn’t moved from that spot since 30 weeks. All of the sudden Sunday she started violently rolling around and now I can feel her feet and arms pushing against my rib cage on the right. It was like she turned around and now she is in the middle of my stomach. It’s really strange. Maybe she is getting ready for go time. Lord knows I’m ready too. I’ve entered the nervous/apprehensive part of the pregnancy where I’m totally ready for it to be over and her to get her, but the reality of actually having to give birth to her is freaking me out. I alternate between trying to come to terms with it and prepare myself and trying to ignore it and pretend it’s not going to happen and just let it sneak up on me.

Crazy Cat Lady in the HOUSE!
Here are two pictures of my lovely Bengal Cats for you to enjoy today. I know, you come here solely for this.
Here is what I woke up to this morning:

I’m not sure why Baggy decided to sleep by our heads last night (probably because our tossing and turning pissed him off so he moved near our heads) but it was cute to see Seth and Baggy cuddling at the face, they don’t do that often.

And we can’t forget Miss Willow who from this angle, is trying to get in a Sir Mix a Lot video:

Seriously, why does her ass look so huge?? I swear she is not that big butted in real life.

Ketchup!
Alright I’m off to catch up! Hope you all have a lovely day!

Love (to be home again today),
Carrie

Monday, February 1, 2010

No really, I didn't pop.

But I will be back tomorrow, promise.
The yuck came back and got my husband too, so we suffered together, alternately begging the other to get water.
After our diabetes appointment though, we seemed to get to feeling a little better, we are headed to bed early in hopes we can have a early day tomorrow.
See you then!
Love (not feeling like yuck),
Carrie