Exciting Day: Ultrasound Reveals a Mini Me!

I might be one of the most spoiled women in the world. I’m getting exactly what I want! Ever since I’ve found out that I am pregnant, I am have been harboring a secret hope for having a girl. I tried not to think about the sex of the baby too much, because really what good would that do? I’ve just been trying to get through the not-so-fun aspects of pregnancy and this time around it has been a doozy! Today was a big day. Hubby & I went for the ultrasound and…..

It’s a GIRL!!!!!!!

OMG!

I am smiling from ear to ear right now!

She’s looking good for her gestational age. No red flags or concerns from the technician or doctor. 8 ounces of pure joy in my belly! We saw her adorable little feet. She kept putting her hands in front of her face. She made sure to wiggle her fingers. And she bounced all over the place. I still can’t feel a thing (an sporadic flutter or two in the past week but nothing consistent) so apparently she has lots of room at the moment. No doubt she is practicing her dance moves (if she is anything like her mama!).

I am so excited! Now only time will tell if she actually looks like me or if the hubby’s gene pool wins out.

My little man is so excited, too! He sang “Just the Way You Are” by Bruno Mars to my belly this afternoon, which was too adorable. He will be a great big brother. Although he is voicing concern that mama will not have as much time for him. Hmmm….I have been preparing him for the transition, mainly the transition out of our bed which he migrates to almost every evening. I told him he won’t be able to do that once the baby comes. He was not pleased when told the baby will be sleeping next to me (in a co-sleeper next to the bed). He offered the baby his room. Ha!

Anyway, today has been a happy day, turning into a boring night. I decided to tackle the massive amount of paperwork that has been accumulating for the past year. The project is really massive as we need to establish a better filing system. The office is being moved to the basement to open the room up for the nursery. I tackled two piles which took an hour. *sigh* Just a little bit at a time, right?

Fuzzy Socks & Hot Tea….Another Night in My Paradise…

I’ve been trying to find motivation to write today especially since I had a terrific day. I remember thinking earlier today about how I no longer feel like I’m dying and no longer exhausted. But alas, come 7PM and I don’t feel so great. So here I am, in mismatched pajamas, fuzzy socks, and drinking tea, wishing I wasn’t congested.

My day consisted of:

• Pre-school Drop-off: We were late; However, we made it before the director locked the door, which is a small victory. Tomorrow, we will strive (like we do every day) to be ON TIME!

• Lunch with Gal Pals: Great conversations today (well, we have great conversation every week!) but today seemed a little more revealing than usual. Or maybe my hormones have messed up my filter as I definitely provided a too-much-information moment. (I like to believe to know me is to love me!)

• Pre-school Pick-up of a Very Happy, Talkative Child: I love that!

• Nap

• Dishes

• Library

• Michaels: Not a store for the weak. What is it about baubles & trinkets & craft supplies that is so addictive? I got out of there only $20 poorer. I was a woman on a mission. Never wander around in Michaels…it can only lead to over-extension of credit and rationalizations. Trust me on this one.

• Dinner

• Played Hooky from Preggo Swim Class: I was a bit too wookie.

• Fuzzy Socks: Hubby had bedtime duty. So I got to indulge in a bath, reading & now writing. It’s the little things…

Was your day in Paradise as exciting as mine?!

Worrywart = Spoiled Wifey

My accessibility to medical websites has provided me with just enough information to put me into a perpetual tizzy from my continually changing self-diagnosis. What I originally diagnosed as having a virus manifesting as a sore throat (I tried to be calm about it. I really did.) quickly turned into a diagnosis of either thrush or the beginning stages of throat cancer (Confession: I used to smoke. Geez!).

Uh, yes, I am a bit dramatic.

Anyway, as of last night, I had worked myself up. After 2 months of shenanigans in my throat, I needed a professional opinion TODAY. Thankfully, I was able to convey to the appointment line how important it was that I be seen today. When I finally saw my doctor, I tried to explain in a calm and sane manner my concerns (and exclude my self-diagnosis) and give her any pertinent medical information from the last 4 months (since this woman does not know me and who knows what’s actually in my records, that is IF they have my medical records.)

She took one look. And then another. Not because she was surprised by the severity of my condition but because she almost missed it. *sigh* So apparently, I know my body and its changes a bit too well. She was very kind. I mean she did say she understands that since I’m pregnant I’m much more attuned to the changes in my body. Why, yes, doctor, that must be it.

I did feel slightly vindicated, however, since she did test me for thrush. Negative.

Her assessment? Benign lymphoid tissue growth as a result of my recent tonsillectomy. I must have looked skeptical. She did refer me to an ENT, primarily for reassurance. She actually wrote on the paperwork “Reassure patient.”

So that was my morning. Worrying for nothing (although I’m still not completely convinced. I still am experiencing discomfort in my throat!). But then I went on my merry way as today was my weekly grocery trip.

Are You Looking For Me? I’m Here, Buried Under the Mountain of Laundry

Can you see me waving my dirty bra of surrender?

How many loads of laundry does your household produce in a week?

I started yesterday and am STILL working through the mountain. Now granted, I had a terrific visit with my sister & nieces. Therefore, this week the volume is higher than normal when you consider guest linens & towels for 4 extra bodies. But I also had an unexpected 3 loads due to the dreaded nighttime accident by little boy. When it’s all said & done (and hopefully it will all be done by tonight!), I will have washed 10-11 loads of laundry. Is it possible that I have that much stuff to clean?! It is possible. I think about my friends who have multiple children and marvel at their mountain of laundry cleaning skills. I think about those who have to haul their laundry to a Laundromat. I think about those who, god forbid, have to hand-wash.

This Spoiled Wifey is VERY grateful for her washing machine & dryer. I want to thank the inventor of the washing machine. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Why Do I Always Feel Like I’m Cleaning BUT Not Making Any Progress?!

I promised myself that I would not use precious preschool time to clean the house. But I also recognize that when the cleaning fairy bestows her magic upon my body, I must seize the opportunity to clean. Otherwise, I’d truly live in dirt & constant clutter. Even now with 90 minutes of cleaning, it’s maintenance (and still clutter-galore).

What did I accomplish in 90 minutes?

• Loaded the dishwasher of last night’s dinner dishes
• Hand-washed a few dishes that didn’t fit in the dishwasher
• Cleaned out the fridge
• Took out trash & recycling
• Made Hubby a smoothie & lunch
• Put away groceries that didn’t make it into cupboards last night
• Load of laundry
• Made Lunch for myself

Now I’m enjoying my lunch with the hum of the dishwasher & washing machine and the radio blasting. (And a bit of Facebook.).

But a quick glance of the watch—it’s time to pick up the kiddo from school.
ALREADY?!

This afternoon in preparation for visitors, I will go through some boxes in the guest room/basement area shoved in the corner and forgotten from the summer. This is so not exciting. When do full-time working parents fit in house-cleaning? Live in dirt & clutter-galore? Or just hire a housekeeper? I like to think my house is in constant motion since we are home so often, which requires constant cleaning. (Or it could be I’m just a terrible, lazy housekeeper without an effective cleaning routine. Hmmm…..Maybe I could use some cleaning tips. Tips, anyone?)

And I’m off to pick up that precious child who makes my choice of staying at home worthwhile (right?!).

Spoiled Wifey Is Preggo (And Very Cranky)!

Don’t get me wrong: I am thrilled to have a child. I am amazed by the gift of life.

HOWEVER, why is pregnancy so incredibly uncomfortable? In short, this SUCKS!

Yes, I am very cranky because I am tired all the time. My sleep schedule is disrupted at night either from the first-born or more likely unpleasant body symptoms.

Now in my 2^nd trimester, exhaustion, nausea and frequent bathroom trips should be waning. Nausea has not. I still get bouts. And now other symptoms are picking up speed. My skin has gone haywire which makes me self-conscious, especially since I don’t look particularly pregnant yet, just dumpy and bloated.

So I feel fat & ugly and therefore, cranky.

Summertime and the Livin' Is Easy....

Another 2 weeks have flown by….and what have I been doing? Trying to keep myself & the child sane. Seriously, it’s summertime which can only mean one thing in my book: TRAVEL!

This past week, kiddo & I drove to the Finger Lakes in New York. Every year the Mother-in-Law spends two weeks at the lake with her best friend of 40+ years. They host a reunion party for their high school friends. They visit family. They cook. They read. They lounge. And for one of the weeks, they gave me a break, helped me with kiddo and provided him the opportunity to create happy childhood memories! His favorite memory of the lake is taking the paddleboat across the lake with Gamie. My favorite memory is him telling stories with his new friends (fellow 4 & 7 yr olds) around the campfire while we made s’mores. Of course, he doesn’t remember the temper tantrum when he couldn’t go on the lake because the water was too rough. Or his whining to go home after day 2. Or anything unpleasant. I remember that all vacations with child in tow always tend to be more work that I anticipate! But we did have fun, even if it was cold & rainy most of the days we were there. (I am a wannabe Southern gal at heart. Give me 90+ degree weather, frizzy hair, and I am happy.)

We returned just in time to visit with out-of-town friends and spent a lovely day on the National Mall. We started at the Museum of Natural History, took a ride on the Carousel, got balloons, popped balloons 10 minutes later, walked to the WWII Memorial, saw the preparations for the Glenn Beck “Restoring Honor” rally, and then called it a day.

With such good days as these, I will keep the grumbling about the move to a minimum. I am thankful to finally live in a place that people want to visit. I expect round 2 of visitors next month. Good times!