New chapter...

I'm baaaaack...... At least until I crash - which could be any minute now. I haven't "slept" since 27 weeks gestation and since I've had the baby I've slept less than usual. On the upside I've been a lot more comfortable and haven't had to go to the bathroom every 27 seconds. On the down side I'm beyond exhausted and not sure if I've brushed my teeth today (or yesterday) and hope everyone likes the outfit I have on because I've had it on for days and don't see an end in sight (I don't have a lot that fits and unless I buy every color of velor track pants you'll have to deal with the black and blue pair). However, I have the most adorable little boy and he's worth it. Now, call me at 2:30 a.m. and see if I still have that stellar attitude.
Labor and delivery went fine. I'm not going to sugar coat it for everyone that hasn't gone through it -It's no piece of cake. However, if you time your epidural right it's not so bad. I had the cutest British anesthesiologist with the cutest accent (he liked mine to by the way). I was so embarrassed when he asked me my weight -grrr. I was going to lie but the nurse had my chart so she would have called me on it. Also, I think if I had given him a bogus number that was too light then I wouldn't have had the correct ratio of meds to fat and that could have been bad. After that I got a little sick and anxious - like I was having a panic attack in slow motion and had to take a little nap to gain back my strength. I wasn't sure if I would have been able to push in the state I was in. When it came time to have the baby and push I pushed him out in 5 minutes flat and now here we are! TAA DAA!
The hospital stay was fine. The nurses and people are super nice and they try to make your stay comfortable. Operative word here is try. Every morning someone wakes you up to take blood - like at 5:30 in the morning. The nurses come in and want to take blood pressure etc. throughout the day as well starting at the crack of dawn. They are stingy with their pain meds and want to watch you nurse your baby to make sure you're doing it right. I've had two other kids - I think I can nurse - and I clearly don't need an audience.
We're home now. Baby has his days and nights mixed up and mommy's hormones are in flux. I don't have a lot of energy right now but I'm stabilizing. I cry over everything and the bank crisis has me on edge again. Hopefully soon we'll all be on a "schedule" and feeling better. I'm super happy to be finished with pregnancy, labor and delivery and happy to start the new chapter as mommy of three boys. Wish us all luck :)

Sweet Child o' mine...

I found out today that Wednesday is C day - as in Caboose day. It looks like me and my snarky attitude/mood swings/swollen ankles are heading to the hospital bright and early to be induced. This will be baby boy #3 induced exactly 2 weeks before his due date. I'm all for it - in case you didn't realize it I'm not the worlds most pleasant pregnant person - however, I believe I will be delivering my last child (dear God PLEASE) on the coldest January day in the last 15 years here in Satan's Pants. Only a child of mine would decide that was a great idea. It doesn't matter if he comes a day early or a day late - the next three are ridiculously cold and maybe it's better that I just stay in a nice hospital room where nurses and doctors are nice to me instead of trying to navigate around - in my cape - in the stupid cold. Poor Nana. She's heading up tonight. I hope she brings her Alaska clothes...
Little bit and I went shopping and to lunch today. I'm not sure he realizes how much his world is about to change. Last week he said his teachers wanted to know if the baby was here yet. He said "is it?". That's not a good sign. However, he's a sweetie so I think he'll be able to adjust. The big one will be fine. He'll now have 2 to boss around. Plus I'm hoping to bribe them both into being helpful. Wishful thinking I know, but maybe I'll get lucky...
So, if I don't blog again for a while you will know why. Until then, take care and peace out!

Black, Silver and White...

So, I'm in 100% bitch mode right now. Yes, I admit it - I'm evil. In my mind I have every right to be right now and if you disagree - well then bite me. However, I'm not going to use this post to fill you in on the misery that is pregnancy - I have other things up my craw right now.
I'm obsessed with facebook. I go on ALL THE TIME. It has been so super fun for me to re-connect with old friends from high school and college and some other people I've met along the way. I love stalking everyone and seeing what they're doing and pictures of their spouses, kids etc. What I love the most though is that if I'm "friends" with someone and they comment on one of their "friends" pictures I get to see them. That's the best. However, it's also a little sad - for everyone involved.
I have several "friends" who were super sweet, cheerleader types that I got a long with fine. They have a friend who I truly disliked in high school and I can safely say I don't like her much right now either even though I haven't laid eyes on her since 1993. I'm still pretty sure she was only popular because she was kind of slutty. I just really don't see any other reason anyone would have liked her. She had no redeeming qualities then, I'm sure she doesn't have any now either. Anyway, she is constantly using her scanner to scan pictures of middle school and high school and sending them out. I'm not in any of them - we weren't friends, but they're hilarious and really take you back. However, I'm beginning to wonder if she's obsessed with this time in her life because her time now isn't working out for her. She still has her maiden name - I'm assuming either someone wised up and divorced her or no one wants to marry her, all her "friends" went to high school with us which means she has no friends from later in her life- apparently she wasn't the queen bee in college, or didn't go because she's an idiot, and her hair still looks the same - which is bad since we were in high school in the 90's.
I'm not saying that it isn't fun to see old friends and old pictures - I DO NOT want to see any of me (middle school was the beginning, not end, of my awkward years). I also think it's right funny to remember that people would wear those hideous outfits and tease their hair like that and go out thinking they looked pretty. I just think she needs to step away from the scanner and get a life.
Maybe I wouldn't be this hateful if I felt better. Maybe I would even ask her to be my "friend". However, chances are I would be this evil regardless. I don't really hope she's miserable - my mama raised me better than that - I just think she may be on par with Bratness McSlut (who by the way is a "friend" on facebook - HA).
That's all for now. I have no more energy and I have to potty for the 1247th time today, and my head hurts. I feel confident with my new "attitude" something will annoy me tomorrow and if I haven't induced my own labor I may just blog about to make myself feel better. TTFN!

Out with the old and in with the new...

So, it's 9:40 p.m. on New Years Eve and I'm sitting at home - doing 100% nothing. Not that we didn't have a fun festive evening. We went to a local fast food restaurant for dinner - kids had kid meals, I had a fish sandwich (don't judge - I'm pregnant) and TC... well, TC had the pot roast dinner with mashed potatoes and green beans. I thought I might puke... What could be worse! The green beans were so green I thought they were wax. Whatever - it's a holiday. Knock yourself out. After dinner we took the kids to see a movie. High School Musical 3! We've now seen the trilogy... Don't be jealous. Next new years you too can go to the budget theater and see a Disney movie (movie was actually super cute - I'm just afraid now that I'm going to have to sign the boys up for dance class).
I went to the Dr. yesterday. I'm 2 cm dilated and 50% blah, blah, blah. What that means is - who knows. I'm miserable and uncomfortable and I'm not sleeping. However, since I've missed the deadline for the tax write off I'd rather just let baby boy caboose plump up a little. However, he's dropped so low I'm afraid he's going to fall out in the snow (I know, TMI). I go back to the Dr. Monday so maybe I'll have some additional information for you.
Well, I just wanted to write and wish everyone out in blog land a very Happy New Year. Here's hoping we all have a prosperous, healthy and exciting 2009. Peace out!

Haul out the holly (and wrapping and bows)...

I know I've been super lazy about blogging lately. I apologize. Take it as my gift to you - a couple weeks of not having to read about how much I dislike Satan's Pants, how flippin' cold it is here, and how uncomfortable I am not that I'm inching towards 9 months pregnant. My family is tired of hearing it - I figured you would be too. If not, you can email, call or comment and I'll give you the low down of how horrible it is to be outside when the windchill is 30 below and you're wearing a cape that flies in the wind (the news reported a bat man sighting), how my socks cut into my swollen ankles and I look like big mama in house shoes that need to be cut open to squeeze my foot into, and how if I spend one more minute in the bathroom I will have officially spent more time going tinkle than doing ANYTHING else this month.
Christmas is in 3 days! I can't believe it. I have a mountain of things to do and I'm just not sure it's all going to get done. I've grocery shopped, but I may have to change the menu to cold cuts, white bread and Boones Farm. If I get everyone drunk enough they won't know the difference. I have almost all the gifts bought - but ZERO wrapped. I HATE wrapping. I love packages that have beautiful ribbons etc. but I just can't do it. Gift bags were invented for me. However, little boys like to rip into paper so TC and I need to get busy wrapping. Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean Santa gets to fall down on the job this year. I'm too tired right now - I'll have to start tomorrow...
If I don't post again before Christmas, I hope everyone has a fabulous holiday and gets to spend lots of quality time with their loved ones. Hugs and Peace from Peaches and Cheese!

Snow days...

I know, I know, it' been a while. However, you should cut me some slack. I've been super busy floating around like a giant Macy's Thanksgiving Day balloon and between Thanksgiving, Christmas with Nana and Papa and having swollen ankles, aching feet and an all around bad attitude about the size of my butt, I just haven't had time to blog - or anything to really tell you guys about. However, I didn't want you to think I'd forgotten about you so here I am for your enjoyment. Yes, I know I'm a giver...
Today we're having a snow day. No, I didn't declare a snow day - Satan's Pants called off school. I have to admit I'm a bit baffled by the entire thing. The past few years that we've had to watch out for school closings we've never had a "snow" day. We've been off plenty of times because it was too cold for the kids to have to stand at the bus stop (I think it has to be 30 below with the wind chill for them to call of school), but we've never had a snow day because we're getting too much snow. I'm sure the kids don't mind but I was actually hoping to get some things done and having both of them home fighting over who gets to be Luke Skywalker on the Wii is REALLY annoying... If I felt better I would have some arts and crafts around or something but I don't. The little one would paint and do all that - the older one would just assume NOT do anything that involved the word ART. Since I feel miserable on top of being 33 weeks pregnant I'm not real sure what I'll get accomplished. So, here's to a day of Lego Star Wars, yelling and beating each other with light sabers - Cheers...
I'll try and blog more in the coming weeks. After that I can't make any promises. Baby caboose is getting big, moving around and being active. The only problem so far is that he's upside down (or sideways really). Next time I go to the dr. if he hasn't "engaged" then we'll have to do an ultrasound to see where he is and then they'll try and move him. Whatever - let's just get the show on the road! My blood pressure is unusually good (it tends to sky rocket about this time in my pregnancies but hasn't - even with all my financial market concerns that I really know nothing about and everything else) which is good and bad. Good because it can't be good for caboose for my blood pressure to go up, bad because I can't guarantee being induced and that really freaks me out.
Well, the yelling has started. Must go referee... TTFN!

Stupid dog...

I lied - I thought that I wouldn't be blogging again until after the holiday - but I'm so boiling mad/relieved right now that I just had to post - and try to bring down my blood pressure. My beloved dog ran away tonight. Yeah, yeah he's back and fine but not until I had flipped out and almost had a heart attack! You have to know my dog. He loves me very much. Either that or I eat a lot and he wants to be next to me in case I decide to share. Regardless, he's always under my feet and he likes it there. He prefers to go outside - potty - and come right back in. He follows me to the bathroom, bed and everywhere else. So why pray-tell he would run away beats me.
Tonight I was putting up the Christmas stuff. I let the dog out, packed up a box of fall decor and went to let him back in. He wasn't there. He also wasn't in the back yard and didn't come when I called. I put on my slippers - in 20 degree weather - and walked around the house looking for him. I couldn't find him. I went in and grabbed a flashlight thinking maybe he was playing one of his "games". Still didn't see him. I yelled for him (no, I don't care if the neighbors were sleeping - my freaking dog was missing). Then I went 100% bat poop crazy...
As I mentioned before my husband is out of town. So, I had to wake the kids up, got them re-dressed, put them in the van and go looking for the dog. No, I did not have any idea which way he would have gone or where he might be, but I couldn't stay in the house and hope for the best - it's 20 freaking degrees and even my furry best friend knows how stupid that is! I parked at every second house and got out and searched with my flashlight (again - don't care) and then I did the unthinkable. I called my husband, who is stuck on an island, hunting (yes, I know stupid) and started crying over the phone demanding that he tell me where my dog is (he didn't know - go figure). TC said to leave the light on in the garage and listen for him to scratch on the door. Great idea honey! I'll just sleep on the kitchen floor tonight and hope for the best. Whatever. I then decided to walk down towards the lake and see if he tried to go in the water (yes he's a lab but he hates to swim - it was a last resort kind of thing). I'm not sure what I was going to do in this instance - I suppose throw him a raft. I then also flipped out thinking that if he didn't come home tonight he would be outside tomorrow morning, freezing, when the blaze orange hunters got up and they might think he was a white tailed doe (you know, because he doesn't have horns). I decided to make one more lap around the neighborhood when I saw the idiot dog. He ran to the van and tried to jump in the front seat - with me. Apparently dummy was as scared as I was (however, he didn't wake up the kids or call TC but whatever).
So, I have found my dog. I've also scared my children, caused my husband to loose his buzz and tripled my blood pressure. However, I don't care. I have my dog - right by my feet where he belongs.