So today is the 2 month anniversary of my due date... my son a little older but still just a little tyke. But it got me thinking about due dates. You know... that one date that every pregnant woman has plastered all over her house, obsesses about, causes your family to become the most annoying people on the planet.... Anyway, now that the birth of my son has come, my due date has passed and we are all settling down I had some time to think about this date.
Its funny how one can become so obsessed with one date for so many months only to pretty much forget about it for the rest of her life. I certainly don't obsess this much over a bills due date. I ate, slept and dreamed of that magical date where I would be holding my son and glowing in postpartum bliss. I counted down the days. I made sure I kept that whole week open in our scheduals because that was the week we were having our baby. I freaked out because I was "due" on thanksgiving and didn't want to eat tons only to throw up in labor.
Well Connor was born on the 9th and suddenly the 22nd really had no significance other than him being 13 days old. The day went by and only once did I look at the calander and laugh. It was my due date. Where were the streamers and confetti, the race to the hospital, the glow of postpartum?
Instead I had the cold from hell, too many stitches to count, less sleep than I ever remember getting (even Kaden slept more I swear!) bleeding like a stuck pig, postpartum urinary incontence and Thanksgiving day at my moms. Connor was content being loved by everyone. Kaden learned that he is still the apple of grandma's eye and I got to sit with my arms free for more that 10 mins before a coughing jag sent me hobbling to the potty to check my pants.
The true humor in this??? I kinda miss my due date. I miss that one day on the calander that was all about me and a life I was creating. I miss the weekly doctors appointments where I would count down the weeks before the big day and complain that it wasn't getting here fast enough. I miss the crossing my fingers and toes that my little guy would make it past 24 weeks, then 32 weeks, then to make it to 36. That chipper little phone call from my ob asking if I wanted to have a baby today when I was 38 weeks pregnant was the best call I had gotten in months and now I kinda wish I would have said no.
So as a woman I ponder if I want another "due date." My ob says no way lady! My body kind of sighs in disbelief but my heart says sure, lets do the due! Have I lost my mind or am I just as normal as the rest of us???? Guess Connor will answer that since he is due to wake up and yet another thing that has a "due" that I will not remember years from now.
*sigh* Time really flies when you have little ones.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Reasons to move from WI
This week has done nothing but reaffirm just why we are moving. Funny thing is that I used to try and make a list of why we were moving. Now I don't even have to try... the reasons just keep appearing before my eyes.
Like earlier this week..... can we say it was cold! I don't even know if cold does the temperatures justice. I should be used to this being born and raised here. That's 28 years of this crappy weather! I am sorry folks, even having to deal with this weather every year doesn't make it easier.
And speaking of experience with WI weather. Why exactly is it that the snow brings out the stupidity in people. Come on, its not like it only snows here once a year or we only see a couple of inches every winter. And its certainly not the whole town's first attempt to drive in the snow. Yet on my little journeys today I saw people spin out at very busy intersections, I drove up a relatively large hill doing 10 mph while the down traffic was doing the posted speed limit because for some reason the guy in front of me (driving a 4wheel drive SUV) must have been afraid to go faster for fear of what I don't know.
On another note, the cold and flu bugs are defiantly swarming again. I got bit by the cold cooties again after my November stint right after delivering. All I can say is I can handle a cold now... the last one was enough to make me appreciate a common cold as not the end of the world.
The flu cootie has hit the whole house. My wife and I had a stomach bug probably brought home by our friends two lil germ bombs that go to school. In one night I was up with three puking, pooing stinky lil kids. The next day was Miss and me.... yesterday our 2 year old seemed to get it back and now it has also taken a bite out of the two month old. I will be very happy when the children are no longer erupting.
So why are we moving... other than the obvious? Well.... not only are our best friends in OR, but the stupidity with winter driving is explainable, the cold and flu bugs don't appear to breed as regularly, and hey..... why not drive across the country in the middle of winter, cross the Rocky's, buy all new stuff for us and our kids and start life in a new state, in a new culture, and knowing nothing. Sounds like a great idea to me!!!!
Oh and we can at least register as a domestic partnership there
Like earlier this week..... can we say it was cold! I don't even know if cold does the temperatures justice. I should be used to this being born and raised here. That's 28 years of this crappy weather! I am sorry folks, even having to deal with this weather every year doesn't make it easier.
And speaking of experience with WI weather. Why exactly is it that the snow brings out the stupidity in people. Come on, its not like it only snows here once a year or we only see a couple of inches every winter. And its certainly not the whole town's first attempt to drive in the snow. Yet on my little journeys today I saw people spin out at very busy intersections, I drove up a relatively large hill doing 10 mph while the down traffic was doing the posted speed limit because for some reason the guy in front of me (driving a 4wheel drive SUV) must have been afraid to go faster for fear of what I don't know.
On another note, the cold and flu bugs are defiantly swarming again. I got bit by the cold cooties again after my November stint right after delivering. All I can say is I can handle a cold now... the last one was enough to make me appreciate a common cold as not the end of the world.
The flu cootie has hit the whole house. My wife and I had a stomach bug probably brought home by our friends two lil germ bombs that go to school. In one night I was up with three puking, pooing stinky lil kids. The next day was Miss and me.... yesterday our 2 year old seemed to get it back and now it has also taken a bite out of the two month old. I will be very happy when the children are no longer erupting.
So why are we moving... other than the obvious? Well.... not only are our best friends in OR, but the stupidity with winter driving is explainable, the cold and flu bugs don't appear to breed as regularly, and hey..... why not drive across the country in the middle of winter, cross the Rocky's, buy all new stuff for us and our kids and start life in a new state, in a new culture, and knowing nothing. Sounds like a great idea to me!!!!
Oh and we can at least register as a domestic partnership there
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Welcome to our Zoo
When I started blogging last year we were a calm, quiet family of 3. Just Miss. me, and our son Kaden. We had a routine, we had structure, we had family time and personal time and couple time. We had days where we all snuggled in bed and watched movies and snoozed all day long. Then lightning struck..... or should I say baby fever.
Ever had baby fever before??? Ever been in a house where 2 women were experiencing baby fever together??? Lets just say some of the greatest ideas are created (or at least they sounded like a good idea at the time lol)
About this time last year my wife and I decided our family wasn't complete. She had given us our son in May 2005 and we thought we were finally ready to add to our family. As with any 2 uteri household the negotiations began as to who would carry. I say negotiations even though we knew that it was my turn to try.
My reproductive past was not pretty. There were 8 miscarriages, not ovulating more than 2 times per year, antiphospholipid antibodies that don't agree with pregnancy all that well. I was an Ob's worst nightmare. Now add that we certainly didn't have the money or assets to allocate to IUI, IVF, fertility drugs and all of the other things our families go through to get the end result of a baby. None of this deterred us from trying to add to our family.
We ran out and bought a clear blue easy fertility monitor and commenced peeing on a stick to see if my body would lay an egg. My mornings were ruled by talking to a little computer. OK so I am an exageranger.... I peed on a stick for 10 days... CD 5-15. On day 14 my little friend told me "good morning... you are on a *high* fertility day. We called the donor and he brought us a cup of his lil swimmers through a blizzard. On day 15 we got the little egg and after I did my "I laid an egg" dance we called the donor again and this time he borrowed our bathroom so we could get the goods as fresh as we were comfortable with. Lets just say the Instead cups are multipurpose. Thank you Dr Google!
We didn't expect to conceive our first month that's for sure. As given the past we were fearful of getting our hopes up. But in just 2 short weeks I was feeling VERY pregnant. The pregnancy was close to the hardest thing I have ever done in my life and I am sure my wife agrees. There was preterm labor, leaking fluids, bed rest, heparin shots in my ever budging belly, mild pre-eclampsia, gestational diabetes.... all of this with our crazy 2 year old to stir the pot some more. My ob swore I wouldn't make it past 36 weeks because by 34 weeks I was dilated to 4 and bag budging. Well wouldn't you know... At 37w4 days I was dilated to 6 and had my membranes stripped... STILL NO LABOR!! WTH.... they stopped my labor for 13 weeks... only to make it to term and not go into labor on my own but be so darn dilated that I needed to be induced so we didn't risk having him on the bathroom floor. HA! That's a whole different story. Lets just say.... when an epidural doesn't work and a baby gets stuck its no walk in the park....
But on November 9th 2007 our 2 mom zoo officially closed its cages to accepting any more animals of the human variety. That day we learned why our parents are they way they are.... and it was us that brought them to that point. So hang on to your hats, fasten your seat belts and enjoy the ride with us as we relocate our zoo, try to raise our lil animals the best we can, and try not to get eaten by them in the process.
Ever had baby fever before??? Ever been in a house where 2 women were experiencing baby fever together??? Lets just say some of the greatest ideas are created (or at least they sounded like a good idea at the time lol)
About this time last year my wife and I decided our family wasn't complete. She had given us our son in May 2005 and we thought we were finally ready to add to our family. As with any 2 uteri household the negotiations began as to who would carry. I say negotiations even though we knew that it was my turn to try.
My reproductive past was not pretty. There were 8 miscarriages, not ovulating more than 2 times per year, antiphospholipid antibodies that don't agree with pregnancy all that well. I was an Ob's worst nightmare. Now add that we certainly didn't have the money or assets to allocate to IUI, IVF, fertility drugs and all of the other things our families go through to get the end result of a baby. None of this deterred us from trying to add to our family.
We ran out and bought a clear blue easy fertility monitor and commenced peeing on a stick to see if my body would lay an egg. My mornings were ruled by talking to a little computer. OK so I am an exageranger.... I peed on a stick for 10 days... CD 5-15. On day 14 my little friend told me "good morning... you are on a *high* fertility day. We called the donor and he brought us a cup of his lil swimmers through a blizzard. On day 15 we got the little egg and after I did my "I laid an egg" dance we called the donor again and this time he borrowed our bathroom so we could get the goods as fresh as we were comfortable with. Lets just say the Instead cups are multipurpose. Thank you Dr Google!
We didn't expect to conceive our first month that's for sure. As given the past we were fearful of getting our hopes up. But in just 2 short weeks I was feeling VERY pregnant. The pregnancy was close to the hardest thing I have ever done in my life and I am sure my wife agrees. There was preterm labor, leaking fluids, bed rest, heparin shots in my ever budging belly, mild pre-eclampsia, gestational diabetes.... all of this with our crazy 2 year old to stir the pot some more. My ob swore I wouldn't make it past 36 weeks because by 34 weeks I was dilated to 4 and bag budging. Well wouldn't you know... At 37w4 days I was dilated to 6 and had my membranes stripped... STILL NO LABOR!! WTH.... they stopped my labor for 13 weeks... only to make it to term and not go into labor on my own but be so darn dilated that I needed to be induced so we didn't risk having him on the bathroom floor. HA! That's a whole different story. Lets just say.... when an epidural doesn't work and a baby gets stuck its no walk in the park....
But on November 9th 2007 our 2 mom zoo officially closed its cages to accepting any more animals of the human variety. That day we learned why our parents are they way they are.... and it was us that brought them to that point. So hang on to your hats, fasten your seat belts and enjoy the ride with us as we relocate our zoo, try to raise our lil animals the best we can, and try not to get eaten by them in the process.
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