Monday, December 31, 2007

New Year's Eve

Yep...I hate being pregnant during the holidays....especially New Year's. I used to enjoy being able to have some sort of alcoholic drink, whether I was actually getting drunk or just having one. Normal pregnant women can drink a glass of wine on occasion. I can't...for 2 reasons. Not only do I HATE wine, but since I'm high-risk, I can't have all.

Also, being pregnant limits what I can do on New Year's Eve. I can't really go out anywhere. It's boring being the only sober person. I don't smoke anymore, so being around all that kind of sucks. I'm also still pretty exhausted all the time. Sure, the whole 1st trimester exhaustion is wearing off, but being in a state of constant pain and worry doesn't really let you relax and enjoy going out. lol.

Basically....I'm bored. Going to be bored tonight, and I feel like having a pity party for myself. lol

Wednesday, December 26, 2007


Inheriting an entire family once you get married is kind of cool. lol. For Christmas, it meant that Dalton was spoiled...and spoiled, and everybody! lol Dean's family always does their Christmas on Christmas Eve. The whole family (like 30-40 people) gets together at Dean's grandma's house. It's nuts trying to remember everybody's name! lol Dalton had a little girl his age to play with, so I actually got to socialize with adults! Anyone who has kids knows how exciting that is!!! lol Anyways, when each person arrives, they bring all the gifts they're going to give out, so there winds up being this huge pile of gifts in the living room. Poor Dalton had a HARD time not touching. The look on his face said, "Ooooohhh...presents...pretty...I WANT them!"

And of course, this picture doesn't even begin to show the huge pile. We were the first ones there, and these presents were already there...notice the tree in the background. It gives you a little idea about the scope of things. lol And as more people arrived, the pile got bigger, taller, and wider! lol

Once Sidney, the little girl, got there, Dalton had something to distract him, so it wasn't so bad! lol We all played different games for a while, and I learned a new game..pretty fun too. lol Afterwards, it was time to open the gifts. Dean's sister Rebecca gave Dalton a Lightning McQueen car that everytime you shake it, it makes noises, talks, and rolls across the floor. The look on Dalton's face was pure excitement! He played with that pretty much the whole time we were there! He also got a racetrack and a few other things that had to be put together, so he really couldn't play with anything else at the time.

The next day, Christmas, we spent with my family. It works out pretty well that we can do Christmas Eve with Dean's family and Christmas Day with mine! We loaded up the car in the morning and headed over to my mom's house. This year was definitely all about Dalton! His dad spoiled him rotten with all kinds of toys: a huge dumptruck that he can sit in, some toy dinosaurs, new books, a V-smile (he's a little young for it), a new coat, new shoes, a huge stuffed white tiger, an RC monster truck, etc. You get the was a lot! lol He also got a bunch of other stuffed animals, some giant coloring books, an activity box with flash cards, stickers, and stuff!

I got some stuff I was wanting too. Especially maternity clothes! I woke up the other day, and all of a sudden my clothes didn't fit, so it was really nice to get those! lol Rebecca gave me this really pretty necklace that I like too. It was a good Christmas, and now I have to go through all the pictures and decide which ones to keep! lol

Saturday, December 22, 2007

They're Coming To Take Me Away...haha, hoho, the funny farm...

Dalton is driving me INSANE!! lol I guess it's natural for him at that age, but I swear I can't leave him alone for 30 SECONDS! He's REALLY having a hard time keeping his little paws OFF the presents under the tree. lol Again..that's not surprising. He's 3 after all. But, he apparently is a master at unwrapping presents and can do it in mere seconds. I'm totally not kidding.

The first time, I only went to the bathroom for about 30 seconds. Yes...30 seconds...a pregnant bladder does not take long to empty! lol I came back into the room, and he streaked across the room with this enormously guilty look on his face. You know, the look that says, "I did something, but I don't want you to know that I did, and I've put myself as far away from it as possible. That way I can't be blamed." Yeah....that look. So, of course, I go looking. He's gotten in the habit of hiding crayons around the house (that way when I take away one, he has backups. The kid is pretty dang smart) and when I leave the room, he colors a "pretty" picture on the walls, cabinets, and floor of my kitchen...yeah....NIIIICCCEEE. So, that's what I thought it was at first. lol.

That's when I turned around and noticed that there was something...not quite right...with the presents. Some were not in the place I put them. Some were crinkled. Some were OPEN! I have no clue why he was so sneaky about it, but it's not like he ripped into them like any other kid would. He was actually careful! One was open at the seam of where the tape was. Another had a slit in it that is now allowing a toy to peak through. Thank goodness he can't tell what they are just from a side view, or there would be NO way I would be able to get him to leave them alone at all!

And that's just the FIRST time. It seems like every time I leave the room, he tries to make the holes a little bigger on the ones he opened, or there's another present moved (He even took one to his room...I guess to open it later, when he wouldn't be disturbed. lol). Sometimes, I even catch him sitting on the couch holding one looking at it. That time, he even told me, "It's ok mommy... Calm down, calm down mommy. I'm just looking. Go away." That one made me laugh. lol

And it's not even ALWAYS him messing with presents. Sometimes, he colors on things he's not supposed to, and I have no CLUE where he's getting the markers, highlighters, crayons, etc! Sometimes, he's pulling things out of the refrigerator or cabinets. One time he decided to "help" me unload the dishwasher and put 3 plates, a cup, and 2 pans in the trash. He put a spoon in the toilet. Another time, I found his spaghetti noodles sticking to the TV. And every time, he gives me a look and tells me to "Calm down mommy...calm down." Or, as he says it..."talm down." lol

Who KNOWS what he's doing right this minute. He WAS watching cartoons, but it won't surprise me if I have to come back and add something else to this! lol

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Feeling like crap

Ughh. I absolutely hate being sick. Even when I was little, when I got sick, I didn't usually throw-up. Even with the morning sickness that I've had, I've rarely thrown up. So, it's kind of new to me. And al lthis started on Wednesday! Luckily, I had a doctor's appointment the same day I got sick. They gave me a prescription to help with the nausea, but all it does is knock me out. lol And I STILL throw-up! I feel a little better today, just really tired.

I have my first appointment with the high-risk doctors on Monday. They're going to try to find out why I'm in so much pain all the time. I'm just hoping that it'll be something that they can fix. They've already ruled out a lot of stuff because it didn't show up on the ultrasounds that I've had.

Sunday, December 9, 2007

Things your significant other should never do when you're pregnant!

I'm quickly realizing that men make stupid mistakes when their wives are pregnant. So, I'm making a list of things he should never do! lol So what if it's my pregnancy hormones talking??! lol Normally, I AM a much more stable person! I promise. lol

  1. If I "suggest" that a certain food looks, smells, or tastes good, I'm not telling you this for my health. It means I have a craving.
  2. If I have a craving, I NEED it! And YES, if I don't get it, I may murder something.
  3. If I get a craving, and it takes you longer than 20 minutes to get it, don't get annoyed if by the time you get home with it, I don't want it anymore, and the thought of it makes me sick.
  4. Don't ever tell me that my pants look tight....for your own safety...especially if I have had a craving in the last 24 hours. And ESPECIALLY if I had a craving that did not get fulfilled.
  5. If I need help with ANYTHING, it is your cue to tell me to sit down and rest and to let you do it.
  6. You should automatically offer your help instead of waiting for me to ask.
  7. Don't shake any body parts (i.e. Your legs) It annoys me...and no, I don't have a particular reason. It just does.
  8. Don't fart. Even in your sleep.
  9. Don't EVER look at another woman, in person OR on TV. It may not annoy me normally, but NOW I am pregnant, fat, and ugly, and it's your fault.
  10. Pregnant women fart, burp, get heartburn, throw-up on a daily basis, and every other disgusting thing you can imagine. Get over it and pretend you didn't notice it.
  11. Restrain your flailing limbs when you're sleeping. I wake up enough during in the middle of the night to pee. I don't need you adding to it. Before you comment, read #12.
  12. Hormonal brains are not logical.
  13. So WHAT if a movie doesn't make sense!? I don't care if the main character could have done something in 10 minutes instead of 1 and a half hours. Read #12 again.
  14. Your job is to make me comfortable. If I need a back rub at 3am, I need a back rub.
  15. You should ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS carry your cell phone with you. I certainly don't need to mention that it comes in handy if...oh let's say..I go into labor! But it also helps if I have a craving and you're not home.
  16. Excuse me if I don't want your tongue shoved down my throat when I'm nauseous. And we won't mention sex either. You'll be lucky if I decide to EVER do that again. After all, it's your fault that I'm pregnant.
  17. If I say it's your fault, then it is.
  18. Don't argue. I'm always right. We can go back to negotiating AFTER the hormones are gone.
  19. You can't win an argument. Don't try. You'll just wind up sleeping on the couch.
  20. If you're annoying me, then stop doing whatever it is you were doing.
  21. Playing computer games 24/7 annoys me.
  22. Drinking something straight from the bottle or jug annoys me...and makes me want to puke.
  23. Cutting your toenails in front of me makes me gag.
  24. Feet are gross. Don't put yours near me.
  25. I can smell you a mile away after you've done anything physical. It makes me gag. Don't get offended if I tell you about it. I don't care. I just want you to fix it.
  26. If I want you to spend time with me, that means NOW. Not in 20 minutes. The "Ok, let me finish this first." doesn't apply to you.
  27. I don't like beards, or anything that may become a beard if left unshaven. Fix it. Immediately. ESPECIALLY if I've made a comment.
  28. Innocent statements,observations, and comments have a deeper meaning. Figure it out, and do it.
  29. Taking what I say at face value is hazardous to your health. Learn to read between the lines.
  30. I reserve the right to change my mind about anything, anytime, anywhere.
  31. If you do something to embarrass me, even if you have no clue that you're doing it, I will pretend that I don't know you.
  32. I get pissed of EXTREMELY easily. So what if I remind you of Satan? Get used to it. It'll pass eventually.
  33. I cry at stupid things. This will get worse the fatter I get. Get used to it. Your job is to console me.
  34. Don't touch me when you're consoling me. It only reminds me that I'm pregnant, fat, and ugly, and it'll make me cry harder.
  35. Pregnant women do get horny. If I actually do deign to gift you that privilege, don't turn me down because the baby belly scares or repulses you. Close your eyes.
  36. I reserve the right to make up new rules at any moment.
  37. You don't have any input- anywhere, anytime, or for any reason. Refer back to #18 and #19.

Of course, I'll probably wind up adding more as my belly - therefore, my attitude - gets bigger. :-) Comments and additions are welcome!

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Dalton's Christmas Tree Fetish

Of course, this is most likely the first year that Dalton has any idea of what's going on, as far as the whole Christmas-thing goes. Last year, he was pretty into opening his presents and anyone else's he could get his hands on, and he thought the tree was pretty, of course.

This year, the tree seems to be holding a certain fascination with him. Well...mainly the ornaments ON the tree. lol For one, he can't get over that there is a tree in the living room! He wasn't here when Dean and I (well, just Dean, lol) put the tree up in the first place. I wasn't really excited about having him destroy everything before we could get it up! So, we waited until he was at his grandma and grandpa's house. When he got home, the first thing he did was stop in his tracks, point at the tree, and exclaim, "A TREE!!!"

At that point in time, we hadn't put up the ornaments or any decorations, but of course, we apparently accidentally left a teeny-tiny bird ornament on one of the branches when we took the tree down the year before. Neither Dean, nor I, saw it when we put the tree up this year, but of course 3-year olds have super-vision! Needless to say, Dalton was having a really hard time keeping his hands off the bird!

Once we put up the rest of the ornaments, his fascination spread to some of the others. There are a couple of candy cane reindeers that he made in daycare a while back that I put on the tree. I think he's mainly obsessed with those because they're candy. lol He knows he gets into trouble if he touches the tree, so he pulls this sneaky move that he thinks we don't notice. He'll start off in the kitchen playing with one of his cars on the floor. That's pretty noisy, so it's easy to notice when he's moving on to something else. lol He'll slowly sneak to the edge of the kitchen and look to see where I am. If I pretend not to notice him, he'll crawl towards the tree. It's only about a 3-4 foot distance, but he'll stop every few inches and look at me to see if he's caught.

Usually, right as he's reaching for the tree, I'll clear my throat. He'll jump about a mile in the air, point his finger at me, get an attitude, and say, "No touch the tree. I LOOK!" It's hard not to laugh!

Thursday, December 6, 2007

A Start To Everything

I've never really been much of a blogger; I usually just do the whole "update: here's what's going on lately" kind of thing, but lately, it's seemed a whole lot more interesting and time-worthy. I've got a few friends, actually, that blog on a regular basis, so it's definitely nothing new to me. Here lately, I've had a LOT of time on my hands too. lol. I've started to notice that since I have so much going on, I spend a lot of time trying to explain details to individual people, and it gets cut down to the basics. All the details get left out, because...well...after explaining them for the 6th time in a row to someone different in a 6 hour gets a little irritating! lol.

This is my way to get to put some of those details back in...not only to those people who care enough about me to ask, but to me as well. I'm so used to living with certain things in my life that I kind of forget to ask myself how I feel, what I REALLY think of a situation, where my head is at. I used to be really good at knowing personality, what I wanted in life, what I needed to do to get where I wanted to be. But with all the setbacks I've had lately, especially with my health, I get a little confused about what to do next. lol So, maybe writing it out...even if it's as simple as a "What I Did Today" list, will let me get my pregnant, hormone-controlled, scatterbrained head back in order! lol

I certainly don't intend on this becoming a personal diary, or anything like that, so don't expect anything juicy! lol But at least if someone asks how I'm doing, I can say, "Go read my blog." I guess it's a little easier than having to say the same thing over and over! lol