tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37982979178130892242012-01-26T03:01:08.207-06:00Sometimes life spills over to the point where you just have to write it down.Tinanoreply@blogger.comBlogger5121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-84591010931770875132012-01-26T03:01:00.002-06:002012-01-26T03:01:08.219-06:00

So since my last post...which was sometime last year....I've been sick.  Yes, I know its been like 5 weeks.  But I've been sick for five weeks. For real. I've been felled by the plague.  First Ari gets sick, then Karys, then me. That's just how it goes.  But this time around, before I could get better, Ari got a second plague, then gave it to Karys, and then to me. Of course I neglected

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I am still alive. I just haven't posted anything new in my blog for a really long time. I contemplated just ending the blog.  Still am. But I got the urge to blog this evening as I was putting away the groceries. What about? Postpartum Anxiety. Did you know that it existed?  Well guess who has it - ME!  Joy oh joy. (/end sarcasm) I had never heard of postpartum anxiety before,

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Yesterday marked the first anniversary of Chou's passing.  That's right, it's been a year.  One year. Without Chou. Oddly enough, the weather was exactly the same as it had been last year: cloudy and depressing....until around 4:45pm, when the clouds finally let the sun show through and shine down on the world. I don't know if the weather necessarily mimics itself year after year on each day,

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I wish I lived in a place that did not have seasons. Because as the summer nears its end, I've been thinking about Chou. I've subconsciously been reliving the stress from this time last year.  The subtle indicators are just wreaking havoc.  The coolness to the air. The initiation of the changes of the colors of the leaves.  The annual events being advertised. It's not like I'm doing this on

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I'm sick. Ari was sick. Then she passed the plague on to me.  Because when a child doesn't feel well, where do they want to be? All hugged up on their mommy, which in turn makes mommy sick. So I'm sick.  Because I got Ari's plague.  And then we both passed the plague on to Karys.  Why? Because she's a baby and wants her Mahney 24/7 and Ari kept coughing in her face.  Since Ari has never had a

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Lately I've been up late.  As in I see the sun rise before I go to sleep. Why? Because I have two lovely night owls!  And sometimes they double team me something awful!  See, both of them awake isn't bad.....it's when one is asleep and the one who is awake wakes the sleeping one up...and then goes to sleep....and then they repeat that over and over again.  Which drives me insane because I

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I've been sad since late July.  I realized why that was about a week or so ago.  This time last year was the most stressful time of my life.  My precious jungle cat of lore was dying. I find that I am thinking of Chou-Chou more and more as the anniversary of his death rolls around. It's crazy how that works because I think of him all the time anyway.  But lately I feel the grief I felt after he

Tinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-17073374665757281062011-08-17T20:48:00.000-05:002011-08-17T20:48:13.853-05:00

My little girls are getting big.  Karys managed to gain 5 lbs in one month (yay super booby milk!) and is the plumpest baby I've ever seen who is related to me.   I call her "her royal plumpness". Ari was never as plump as Karys is, even though she weighed more.  Karys is almost scary plump, her legs are just rolls of plumpness.  I've given up trying to count her chins.  I have yet to see what

Tinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-32684380548282946862011-07-29T10:27:00.000-05:002011-07-29T10:27:00.212-05:00

My newest babe is one month old today. In some ways it seems like I just had Karys....but in other ways, it does feel close to being a month. She's gained weight. How much weight I don't know.  But she's much bigger than she was at birth (she was pretty little!) and is a plump little thing. She has started staying awake longer now.  It's not a huge amount of time that she's awake, but it's

Tinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-71551922820355991332011-07-17T03:25:00.000-05:002011-07-17T03:25:12.559-05:00

Silly me. In my desire to no longer be pregnant and to return to feeling normal again, I forgot all about how WONDERFUL the body is postpartum!  That's sarcasm in case you didn't catch on to it.  This time I'm not referring to postpartum depression (which is very real and sucks extremely badly btw) but to physical feelings postpartum. Yeah, I can eat happily again, smells aren't killing me, I

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My newest babe is two weeks old.  That is just amazing to me.  How'd she get so old so quickly? I only have 50 more weeks until she's a year old! That's just crazy! At this rate she'll be off to kindergarten by the end of the year!  Soooooooo......in two weeks......That umbilical cord is still there. I'm waiting for it to go away.  It freaks me out.  I can't remember how long it took for Ari's to

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So everyone in my family laughs at my latest realization:  Ari was a high strung baby.  They were like, "How did you NOT know?"  Well, I'll explain it. When you are not the parent of the child, you only get to see the good-ish parts of having a baby. Like the sleeping and the eating and the cuteness.  Sure, you sometimes get the gross parts (soiled diapers, spit up, etc) but for the most part,

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After Karys was born, I wanted Ari to meet her as soon as possible.  After all the work we had done getting things together for baby Karys, I couldn't wait til Ari finally got to meet her little sister.   Ari was aware that she was going to be a big sister.  She was aware that baby Karys existed.  But I don't think she ever really knew what that would mean for her.  So their first meeting was

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Yep, that's right. I gave birth to my second little girl.  And it was amazing. Yes, I still had to have a C-section. SOMEONE wasn't budging from her breech position.  But I was okay with that - because hey, it meant pregnancy was going to be over soon.  I can definitely see why people would prefer a c-section, because it is kind of easier than laboring and vaginal birth.  After I gave birth to

Tinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-41223649787227725262011-06-25T03:09:00.000-05:002011-06-25T03:09:03.792-05:00

I still miss my little boy.   It's been a little over 9 months since my baby boy left us.   I miss him every day.   Like when I am eating and don't eat all of my food and think "Oh, Chou would love this, I'll give him some."  Or when I cook and fix Ari's plate first (so it cools) and catch myself about to make a plate for Chou (so it would cool) so that we can all sit down to dinner together and

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So I've been trying to convince my body to go into labor the past few days.  It's not working.  See, if baby's big ol' head was pressing on my cervix instead of her little feet, I probably would have had this kid already.  But as it stands, other than dilation, nothing else is going on because there's no big constant pressure on my cervix to encourage it to evict my tenant.  But since SOMEONE

Tinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-54831658955302251822011-06-22T04:09:00.000-05:002011-06-22T04:09:54.695-05:00

I had to have a non-stress test yesterday because I was showing signs of preeclampsia.   Well, I go to do the test....my blood pressure is super low (like by 20 points! it's never that low at my dr appts!) and baby is doing just fine. In fact she decided to take up tap dancing during the entire test.  *sigh* Baby passed the test with flying colors....which is really good. I don't want her to

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Well my test results came back. Wanna take a stab at what they said? *snicker* (This one is almost as easy as knowing what the most often used phrase of this blog is.) Yep, you guessed it.  I passed all blood tests with a  "perfectly healthy!" Always.  No matter how sick I am. It's a blessing.....and a curse....cuz then one of two things happens:  no one believes anything is actually wrong

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Due to various issues, my doctor is changing my due date back to my original due date of July 4th. Which means I'm now considered to be 37 weeks and 1 day pregnant.  In other words, I'M FULL TERM BABY! GET OUT! Seriously, it is fine with me. Baby's measuring big anyhow and has consistently since the end of the first trimester.  Add to that, the kid is still breech, I'm dilating almost

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For some reason (probably because the entire process of pregnancy sucks all of the intelligence out of me) I tend to say some really really warped stuff at my doctor visits. I mean stuff that just makes you wonder if any of my brain cells actually work. One day I may just show up with my degrees to prove to the doctor that I am an intelligent person when I'm not pregnant.  But when pregnancy just

Tinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-4331664102145425352011-06-10T20:06:00.000-05:002011-06-10T20:06:11.806-05:00

So I called my mom today.  Nothing new, I usually call her almost everyday.  I knew actually getting to talk to her was a long shot since it was Friday afternoon when I called and she's usually busy.  So I left her a message to call me back. Why did my mommy (bless her heart) think I was calling her to tell her I was in labor?  LOL! She's hilarious.  No mom, I'm not in labor, don't reckon I'll

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For a while now I've been preparing for the upcoming facebook blackout that I will be imposing upon myself soon.  I cut my friends list drastically, though I have neglected to prune further as work and school commitments have kept me busy. What exactly is this facebook blackout?  It's me and hubby not posting a single thing to facebook in regards to the upcoming birth of Karys. Not a picture,

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This kid is breech. AGAIN. When or how this happened, I know not. This I do know:  I AM NOT HAPPY ABOUT THIS! Why? 1. Kicks to the cervix (which is all baby does when she is breech) HURT. Imagine someone taking a pointy stilleto heel and hitting you repeatedly in the hoo-hah with significant force.  Yeah ladies, are you flinching? That's what it feels like. 2.  The way she is positioned,

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So last night...well, technically early this morning, I woke up because I had to empty the bladder.  It was very painful for some reason.  I just thought I had waited too long to go to the bathroom and my bladder was too full. I didn't realize the pain was from contractions until after my bladder was empty though.  The pain wasn't really bad (once my bladder was empty) but it was enough for me

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So family is a topic I usually blog about because there's always something funny or interesting to mention.  Well, okay, most of it never makes it to the blog, but that's not the point.  And sure, I have my moments where I want to disown various members of my family. Usually a sister. But for the most part, I don't disown them on any sort of regular basis. But that's not the point either. Family

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No, not labor. The nesting. It's kicked in. Didn't kick in til last night though.  Not that I did anything nesting-ish last night, just that it kicked in last night. At 34 weeks and 1 day of pregnancy. Why'd it kick in last night? Because silly me gave my husband one of my hypothetical "What if the baby was born tomorrow" thing and when I thought about what my answer would be I kinda freaked

Tinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-84037039303790241622011-05-22T23:37:00.000-05:002011-05-22T23:37:06.002-05:00

I realized today that I should probably announce to the world that I wasn't raptured. Just like no one else was on Saturday. So it's back to my usual odd musings which fill the brain of tina and one day may make it onto this blog. The past few days have been interesting.  This kid sort of decided to let up on the daily torture of her mother.  Sort of.  As in I still have no idea exactly how this

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I have decided that I officially hate trimester 3.  I'm undecided on whether I hate it more than trimester 1. At least in trimester 1 my hips and pelvis haven't gone into a full blown revolt. After all, my hips and pelvis is where this post is coming from.  They officially do not like me very much anymore.  My waddle-limp is in full effect, I can't sleep comfortably because the top part of my

Tinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-16607342479469376232011-05-18T18:09:00.000-05:002011-05-18T18:09:00.879-05:00

I know I've already said, it, but I'll say it again: Thank you for allowing for me to be a stay at home mom to our babes. In this age of womens lib and two income households, it is truly a blessing to be able to simply be a housewife and stay at home mother like the white women did back in the day. There's been so many bonuses to being a stay at home madre.  I'm able to determine what our

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My short term memory is shot. Completely shot.  I feel sorry for anyone who has a spoken conversation with me.  Because chances are great that I will forget what I'm saying and end up repeating myself. Over and over and over again. Or that I will forget what you have said....over and over and over again. This is probably why the only conversations I have that make sense are through texting or

Tinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-21913408235957711942011-05-13T12:38:00.001-05:002011-05-13T12:40:53.120-05:00

I have only one thing to ask of you, my dear left hip:    Please do not dislocate.  Love, tina (your owner) *sigh* See, I have a problem. It's called my body is very sensitive to hormonal changes. Just the tiniest of changes and my body goes “HEY, SOMETHING'S NOT RIGHT!” and goes haywire. That's why I always know so soon that I'm pregnant. I wish I could be like one of those “I didn't know I

Tinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-76296009908576931212011-05-10T01:13:00.045-05:002011-05-10T18:25:52.745-05:00

My doctor visits always leaves me with some new knowledge.  The latest?  The kid has turned breech again.  As of Mother's Day.  Seriously. Which explains why baby movement all of a sudden got super mega painful for me and was no longer occurring up top.  And why I could press down on my belly so deep and freak Joshua out. (heh heh heh) Why it didn't occur to me earlier that this kid turned, I

Tinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-65649168545921583062011-05-09T14:13:00.000-05:002011-05-09T14:13:33.792-05:00

Yesterday Ari found her doggie.  I know, she has lots of doggies, but this was one was different. It was her harness/backpack (or toddler leash) that we used when she was maybe about 11 months or a year old.  It looks like this:We ended up getting one after this little girl ran off and lost us in the clothing section of a store.  Yes one of us was holding her hand. She got loose. And she was (and

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Ari still has no clue that in 6 or so weeks she's going to have to give up her title as "only child in the house" and embrace her new title of "Big Sister".  I've tried to get her to understand that I'm having a baby, but it hasn't been working. While she is super nice to my belly (most of the time) she doesn't understand that Mahney is going to have a baby.  To her, baby is her doll....because

Tinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-46341721141642727412011-04-23T11:01:00.002-05:002011-04-23T11:01:00.576-05:00

Trimester 3. What can I say about you? With my first pregnancy, trimester three was far from happy. ER visits.  Misery. Dehydration. Inability to digest food.  Hugeness. Water retention and swelling like crazy.  Insane pelvic bones swinging every which way.  Mental happiness taking a nose dive because well, after several months of misery, how in the world does one stay mentally happy? This

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She's a girl of few words, but the wheels in her head are definitely turning and she is smart as a whip. Today, I shall talk about her and colors.  She knows her colors very well.  Which is why when we color I can never use the green crayon, only the yellow and orange. She's been doing this for months, refusing me any colors but yellow and orange.  Da always gets the blue one.  She of course,

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So after months of brainstorming, we finally have a name for the kid.   I didn't realize it would be harder to find a name for child #2 than it was to find a name for Arianna.  But quite honestly, I probably should have expected it since there are so many names we don't like and so few that we do.  But that's not the point!  The point is, the kid has a name! My mom is amazed at how much effort we

Tinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-5469278722886698822011-04-18T02:43:00.000-05:002011-04-18T02:43:06.453-05:00

So the latest thing in the life of tina has been combating Ari's allergies.  Ugh. I was hoping that we wouldn't have this battle until like June. But NOOOOO it has to start in April.  Fine. Fine. Okay, I get it, we live in the middle of a flowering forest - we'll deal with it! Singulair is what her doctor prescribed last year. It worked. But it altered her personality. My sweet little babe

Tinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-24558151797531498032011-04-15T10:32:00.000-05:002011-04-15T10:32:00.542-05:00

I don't know why, but lately I've been on a "Parenting Victory" kick.  I guess it's because I'm so used to reading about or hearing about parenting fails. That's not to say that I'm a perfect parent. I'm by no way perfect. I try to be, but that just doesn't happen. What I try to do is what is best for my babe. Which brings me to the dreaded tests of pregnancy.  There are so many tests that are

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Yesterday hubby and I watched this show about lamb kebabs and how they end up being made. Since I have this love of the doner kebab, I figured I might learn something that would probably end up grossing me out, but also not eradicate my carnivorous tendencies. Well this show showed more than I bargained for as it involved showing the raising and slaughtering of lambs.  Some of the participants

Tinanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-8734589978293776422011-04-10T01:07:00.000-05:002011-04-10T01:07:07.121-05:00

Ar fell out of bed and hurt herself. Screaming and crying ensued. Well, mostly screaming, since Ar never really cries so much as screams. Mahney and Da morphed into Dr. Mahney and Dr. Da. Dr. Da diagnosed the injury as a bump to the right knee. Dr. Mahney verified the diagnosis and recommended treatment of one cool towel to the right knee. Dr. Da seconded the treatment method and

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So my little offspring Ari helped us make the bed and then decided she wanted to jump on it. Now Ari's mommy just happens to have a nice souvenir from her childhood from jumping on beds. It's a scar.  See, as a young lass, probably about Ari's age, I busted my head wide open jumping on a bed, freaking out my mommy and requiring a stitch or so.  I have no memory of it, but that's probably from

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Yesterday I had that glucose screening test. I swear it is the worst part of pregnancy other than being pregnant. When the nurse finally called me back to draw my blood, I was so out of it. I was tired, because anytime I ingest something, my body pretty much shuts down so that baby can get all of the nutritional goodness.  So I'm like flopped over on the couch and so out of it it's ridiculous.

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You know, I should be used to it by now, but for some reason I'm not. I am always amazed when Ari says things that I've never heard her express before. Last night I tripped over something in the dark and fell against the wall. Given my incredibly off center of balance, it sounded really tragic.  Ari was sitting with her back to me eating a few grapes and she turned and asked me: "What happened?"

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According to my pregnancy ticker, I have 99 days left in this pregnancy. I would like everyone to know I am very happy that I am now in the double digit countdown to my body returning to normal. In other news I had an interesting dream last night. Well, technically it was this morning. I dreamt that I went to take my horrible evil glucose screening test and had gone to give a urine sample and

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This year, for the first time in 2 years, hubby and I will actually be able to spend our anniversary TOGETHER.  I am so happy! *happy happy joy joy* Last year I said I wouldn't tolerate being apart on our anniversary due to his job another year. This year I got my wish. So today hubby and I will celebrate 5 years of being married to each other and actually be around each other to celebrate.   

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As you probably know, when Ari was an itty bitty baby (well, as itty bitty as a child born the size of a 3 month old gets) I used to love to smell her sweet milk breath. I swear, breastfed babies have the best breath on the planet!. Well Ari has since been weaned for about 3.5 months now.  But she still remembers the goods. I think all breastfed babies fondly remember their mommy's boobies.  Ari

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So this kid is happy to be breech it seems. And I'm all for the child feeling comfy in utero until the child is full term. According to one of my preggie tickers, "This week they SHOULD (if they're good) start scootching out of breech and rotating into a head-down position for their grand entrance into the world."Well, I certainly (sort of) hope so!  Because this kid's head is driving my lungs

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I am happy that I am a mother who is responsive to the needs of her child.  Because I shudder to think how my babe would feel if she had a Mahney who did not recognize and respond to her needs. Where's this coming from?  Well, it's almost time for Ari to take a nap. Usually naptime is her da's domain, but today it will be mine.  But any sort of sleep reminds me of our bedtime routine. Ari has a

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So I have reached viability for this pregnancy. Yay. I'd sound happier, but man, that's just not possible right now. I have realized that for some reason, I am very very very angry. Now this is nothing new with pregnancy. Last one I was very angry as well. But this stage of anger kicked in during trimester 3, not practically midway. Why am I angry? I DON'T KNOW! I JUST AM! I'm not mad at

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Once again, your favorite preggie lady is back to answer all of the questions you've been wondering since our last installment. Dear Preggie Lady:  How's it going? Good. I'm almost at 24 weeks. Baby is measuring a week ahead at almost 25 weeks. So far all is well and I am happy. Dear Preggie Lady: What's the big deal about 24 weeks? It's the point where the child reaches viability.  That

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The kid is very interesting.  When Ari has me out on our long hikes (today we were gone for HOURS....*ugh*) I don't really think about the kid.  I'm more concerned about my hips and pelvis holding up than anything else. So far, as long as Ari lets me sit and rest for a while I've been okay. While I'm trying to keep my pelvis from falling apart, the kid is perfectly happy, snug in utero, and

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Ari loves her Mahney. And for those thinking that I, Miss "My child will be deprived of all unnecessary materialistic things", has somehow managed to raise a materialistic money hungry child, that is SOOOOOOOOOOO not the case. For those not in the know, Mahney is not how she says "money".  I don't think she even knows what money is.   Mahney is how she says "mommy". And I think it is so cute

Tinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-62385766582681992952011-03-13T14:56:00.000-05:002011-03-13T14:56:24.144-05:00

I feel like being mean today.  I know Mell will say that that's par for course where tina is concerned, but honestly, it's not. I don't always feel like being mean. Some days I feel downright kind. But I really feel like being mean today. It's almost overwhelming!  And by mean I mean so mean that Satan would curl up in a ball in fear of me. There are a few reasons why I feel like being mean  

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Today my husband was fiddling around with one of our computers. And he decided to use an operating system that we never really used much on that computer. The wallpaper on that particular operating system is a picture of Chou sleeping in the bed. It's always good to see pictures of the precious jungle cat of lore, so we were very happily surprised by the photo. I was thinking about how

Tinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-32465928608648538332011-03-10T21:10:00.000-06:002011-03-10T21:10:27.424-06:00

For some reason I can always remember what the date is, but I have a very hard time figuring out what day it is. I'm either a day or three ahead or behind as of late.   How often does this happen? Every day.  It makes me feel very useless.  I seriously thought today was Saturday. Then I realized I didn't remember Friday or Thursday. You'd think I'd be able to figure it out by now, but I can't.  

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So we had our anatomy ultrasound. There is still only one child in utero.  No missed twin.  Guess I'll have to go through pregnancy again. Baby is doing rather well!  Me on the other hand.... Well see, since Sunday I've had this mean sharp pain in my lower left abdomen and uterus.  Nothing too serious, but enough for me to wonder about it. If not for my doctor's appointment on Monday, I

Tinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-85427898347246792832011-03-05T20:03:00.000-06:002011-03-05T20:03:04.994-06:00

Yes I've been writing entries, but like I said, not everything makes it to the blog. Surprising? Only if you don't know me but think you do. Anyhow, I just realized something: I can't wait* til I get to see this kid.  What's with the asterisk? Well, I can wait until the child is full term.  But I am really looking forward to meeting who we get this time around. I wonder...... What will he or

Tinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-29360707687598893972011-02-28T12:47:00.003-06:002011-02-28T12:47:00.663-06:00

Soooooooo I am 21 weeks pregnant.  That means I have 19 more weeks to go, give or take a week or three.  I have roughly 4 more months to be pregnant. At the end of this week, the child will roughly be about the size of my foot and weigh about a pound. That's progress! Every time I post one of these pregnancy updates I like to go back and see where I was this time with Ari. (That would be early

Tinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-85903044803081581192011-02-25T11:26:00.003-06:002011-02-25T11:26:00.432-06:00

Who'd have thought that a cat in a blue wig on television would make me burst out crying because I miss my precious Chou-Chou cat so much? It didn't even remotely look like Chou! I see cats all the time and I have no desire to cry or even have any response other than "I miss my fuzzy cat." But the cat in the blue wig did me in. If you're confused, it's because you didn't know that I once

Tinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-23735010520180751442011-02-24T16:05:00.000-06:002011-02-24T16:05:39.469-06:00

I have been a-blogging. But not everything that I write ends up actually being posted on my blog. Big shock right? Probably only to the people who erroneously think that I blog about everything no matter what.  That would be my family. Hi. You're wrong. Get over it and realize you don't understand me, and have yet to try hard enough to understand me. So I'm still alive. But baby's the one

Tinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-68327602935112445662011-02-16T17:21:00.000-06:002011-02-16T17:21:36.061-06:00

So I'm doing a little bit of introspection right now. In particular, I'm trying to find my proper adjective. Why? Because I was thinking about a line that I like from 300 where Xerxes says that "You will find that I am very kind."  I like that line for some reason. But while I can be kind I suppose, I don't feel that that word fits me very well. See, know I piss a lot of people off by simply

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As I get older, it always amazes me how many things have occurred in my life that finally make sense.  These realizations also seem to coincide with pregnancy.  I wonder why that is.  ANYWAY! As a child, things happened and I never knew why or what the reasoning behind it was. Overtime it just becomes what it is and that's that.  No rhyme, no reason.  Sometimes I'll get explanations for why

Tinanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-10303717198774160532011-02-14T18:33:00.000-06:002011-02-14T18:33:39.923-06:00

Once again my baby Josh wants me to blog about him. I had no clue what to write about. But in true Joshua form, he somehow got me to blog about him. My baby Josh is taller than me. Still. I always knew he'd be taller than me.  I didn't suspect it would happen so soon, but alas, it has.  Luckily for me, he's kinder to me than I am to my mom.  No short jokes!  Of course, he also knows that his

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So after my lovely vomiting session today I noticed my tongue looked VERY not right.  Suspecting that thrush may be the culprit, I did some looking online to see if tongues with thrush looked like mine. They do. So I went to the doctor, like all good pregnant women who are afraid they may have a condition should. After all, I would hate to ignore something only to find out that the issue I

Tinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-15312665538496099592011-02-10T11:46:00.001-06:002011-02-10T11:46:00.361-06:00

A friend of mine was thanking God for unanswered prayers yesterday. And it got me to thinking about that. See, I think God answers all prayers.  It's not like he's sitting up in heaven ignoring prayers or taking a nap or watching the ball game letting prayers pile up.  I think all prayers are answered and they are answered timely. But I think the issue with prayers and people who pray to God

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Ari has this amazing smile. I love her big wide smile. It is all Arianna....all her....... Or so I thought......... A few days ago I was talking to my mom and she was amused at whatever we were talking about.... And she had the same smile on her face as Ari. I couldn't believe it! (Well, I could, but it was just like, "Aww, come on, seriously!?!??!!?") I finally have to truly admit what

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*start fake British accent* And now, we have The Odd Musings of tina's latest post....written to the tune of  Soulja Boy's "Turn My Swag On." *cue music to Soulja Boy's "Turn My Swag On"* Hopped out of the bed..... Went to the bathroom.... Took a look in the mirror - Hey, what's up?!?! What's up!?!?!? What's up?!?!?!?! MAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNN, I LOOK HUGE! *applause* *taking several bows*

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So I'm down 18 lbs so far this pregnancy. Kid is thriving. Me? I'm half dead if I don't save up my energy for a few days before attempting to do anything. So the dr is checking my glucose levels to see if that's an issue. I'll tell you what's an issue: 500 calories a day isn't enough to sustain me while I also work on creating Ari's sibling! This kid has turned my body against me! He (or she)

Tinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-37949627675663971682011-02-06T10:42:00.014-06:002011-02-06T10:42:00.763-06:00

Well, tomorrow I will be 18 weeks pregnant.  Hopefully at that point  I will be roughly halfway finished with pregnancy since I want this kid to be born as soon as possible after I am full term. But tomorrow,  I will also see the doctor.  I am hoping that perhaps on this visit hubby, Ari and I will find out if the new addition to the family is male or female. But I'm not holding my breath.  

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Yeah, I know I've said it before, but it's just true. Adenomyosis sucks. Why?  Two reasons in particular: There's no cure, just treatments. It hurts. I know, you're thinking, "Um, shouldn't #2 really be #1?  You've said that the pain from adenomyosis feels like being in constant hard labor!"  And I pondered that myself.  But I've come to the conclusion that the reasons as listed are in proper

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So last time I had a list of things no one should ask me. Ever. So it's only fitting that I remind the world of things people should not do to me while pregnant. Ever. 1.  Be the pregnancy police. Yes, I know I'm pregnant.  Yes I know that there are certain things preggie ladies are advised not to do.  Like go on a drinking binge, become a chain smoker, drug addict, or skydive.  I'm not doing

Tinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-67628144415112242902011-02-03T13:32:00.000-06:002011-02-03T13:32:13.419-06:00

It's a tina's pregnancy first. Yesterday, for about 15 minutes, something amazing happened. I actually forgot I was pregnant.  I forgot because I actually felt GOOD.   It was amazing.  But then it ended.  Back to the drudge.

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So it's early this morning...well, not as early as it normally is, since it's late morning, but early nonetheless.  And I was thinking about being pregnant and how the second time around is a bit less eventful for women it seems, provided the first pregnancy was successful.  There's less first time pregnancy concerns, not as many pictures taken of the belly, and in general just less hoopla on the

Tinanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-72226168137634690282011-01-31T12:06:00.003-06:002011-01-31T12:06:00.385-06:00

I find it interesting that I choose to write update blogs on pregnancy right around the same times I did when I was pregnant with Ari. I'm not even doing it on purpose! I just get the urge to compare pregnancies and find out that I posted around similar times. Anyhow. I am happy to say I am at week 17.  I now have 23 weeks left (give or take a week or three) before this kid decides to make his

Tinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-36003577448894610132011-01-30T07:31:00.012-06:002011-01-30T07:31:00.251-06:00

As Ari has aged, I've seen other parents do things that make me think, "Oh yeah, never gonna do that!" Now you would think I'm talking about bad stuff. But I'm not.  I'm talking about things that just don't make any sense to me.  Such as: 1.  Getting pictures with the Easter bunny or Santa Claus. Ari and I saw the Easter bunny at the mall once.  She was 1 at the time.  We were very far away from

Tinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-19750859113495273042011-01-29T19:27:00.000-06:002011-01-29T19:27:41.561-06:00

You know what I realize every day? People bother me. But in thinking about it, it's not just people.  It's the way people act and in some cases think.  I am very bothered by people's actions and words at times, especially when it comes at the expense of others. Where's this all coming from this time? Well, the other day I was perusing the photos of a former school mate who went into acting. As

Tinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-34850407653027924782011-01-28T23:55:00.000-06:002011-01-28T23:55:08.115-06:00

When I was pregnant with Arianna, I watched a lot of sci-fi movies.  I saw every Alien movie. I would not recommend that any women who are pregnant for the first time do this.  Because the first baby movement REALLY freaks you out, especially if you can see it.  I also watched every single Robocop movie,  and 300.  I watched all these movies over and over and over again.  I do not know why.  I

Tinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-35725713713373209732011-01-27T09:13:00.001-06:002011-01-27T09:13:11.529-06:00

So I got about 4 hours of sleep last night...a record, I know. But I had a dream. And I dreamt that my brother and I had to fill out these information cards about our children. So I got three information cards and then was like, "Oh, I only need two, we haven't even tried for number three yet." And so my brother is filling out his cards and we decide to fill them out from youngest to oldest.  I

Tinanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-27403257025429036982011-01-26T04:54:00.000-06:002011-01-26T04:54:14.972-06:00

Being pregnant always introduces you to the newest things happening in the world of having babies.  The latest thing this time around is the natural (translation: no drugs) birth and the home birth.  While it sounds interesting, it is not an option for me. The way I have seen some people justify not utilizing drugs during labor is just ridiculous.  Utterly ridiculous.  Now granted, some women

Tinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-34046081483549356982011-01-24T08:46:00.000-06:002011-01-24T08:46:52.574-06:00

Yep, this morning I am so in love with this kid who's making me sick day in and day out. I've been feeling movement for a few weeks now...but nothing that really amused me. My uterus has been achy for a few days.  I have been sick like crazy the past 8 weeks.  Early baby movement is painful for me thanks to adenomyosis. I can feel it, but only because it hurts. Not a happy thing. And sometimes

Tinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-26083284315023204232011-01-23T05:37:00.000-06:002011-01-23T05:37:28.071-06:00

So............I'm up at 5 am...been up for almost 2 hours. It's par for course right now thanks to morning sickness and the kid.... But something is missing. My babe. Ari is spending the night with her grandma, pop pop, and some of her cousins. It's her first time away from home overnight without us! I  miss my babe! But not enough to go get her.  Nope, I'm enjoying her not kicking me in

Tinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-78746041850701809052011-01-19T17:53:00.005-06:002011-01-19T18:04:22.954-06:00

When I found out Simon was leaving American Idol, I lost all reason to watch it. When I found out who the new judges were, I REALLY lost all reason to even acknowledge its existence. But now I have a reason to watch.See this lovely lady? That's my cousin Dominique. She makes awesome vegan cookies. Oh, and she SINGS too. She's on American Idol. I'm gonna watch and cheer. I suggest you do too.

Tinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-60946852152550159222011-01-17T05:13:00.001-06:002011-01-17T05:13:00.372-06:00

We've been working with Ari so that she will use her words. Ari has an awesome vocabulary. She understands exactly what we say and has the vocabulary to reply properly to us. But she doesn't. Because she is her mother and father's child and thus it follows that unless it is utterly necessary, she won't use her vocabulary. (Yeah, we kinda didn't know to look out for that one.)Since we don't

Tinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-34043489332681611432011-01-16T04:12:00.003-06:002011-01-16T04:29:48.963-06:00

I miss nursing Ari. I really do. She loves the goods! And misses them. After we finally got the hang of nursing, I knew that I would be very sad to not nurse her anymore. There's just something so special about nursing a child. But while weaning was coming along, I wasn't ready to have to wean so suddenly. I suppose some would say 25 months of nursing is enough for a child. But I'm not too

Tinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-72896658297981553922011-01-11T02:53:00.002-06:002011-01-11T03:34:49.952-06:00

Yep. 14 weeks. That's 98 days. Well technically 99 days of being pregnant since it's past midnight. I blogged about 100 days of my body being hijacked when I was pregnant with Ari. I am happy to say that I am by no stretch of the imagination as miserable now as I was then. Sure I still have the adenomyosis pain, but I know that will cease to be an issue soon. This pregnancy is a walk in the

Tinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-90653138010079001482011-01-05T00:01:00.001-06:002011-01-05T00:01:00.477-06:00

Yep, today would be the day we celebrate Chou's birthday. Not that it's his actual day of birth, but rather, the date chose him to be our cat. He would be 22 today, marking 21 years of having him. We don't know how old he was when we got him though. He was thought to be one. But honestly he could have been older based upon his size. I usually celebrate his birthday and remind everyone else

Tinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-8274959284550976062011-01-01T15:53:00.003-06:002011-01-01T17:22:21.350-06:00

So my new best friend is Unisom. Because it helps with morning sickness wonderfully. Zofran just makes me feel sicker for some reason this time around. So Unisom it is!This whole creating a baby thing is annoying in a way. I wish there was like some downtime where I got a 30 minute break or something from the making of baby and just felt normal. But it's 24/7 non-stop. Which is good I suppose,

Tinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-34612098290544743782011-01-01T00:06:00.002-06:002011-01-01T00:08:09.158-06:00

*inhaling deeply!*Nothing like the smell of a new year!Adios 2010,ALOHA 2011!!!!!!!!!!And yes, I still miss my Chou-Chou cat.

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I am so glad that 2010 is almost over.Out with the old, in with 2011.See, 2010 was a sucky year for me.My cat died. I love my little boy. We started out 2010 with him being so sick I thought he was dying. But it wasn't his time then. My marriage went through craziness. Extreme craziness. In-law issues. My own family issues. We went from one income to no income, to sorta income as hubby went on

Tinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798297917813089224.post-30049469902020101092010-12-30T23:10:00.003-06:002010-12-30T23:19:52.406-06:00

Yes, Ari liked her Christmas presents. The fishing game was a hit...although she doesn't let me keep any of the fish I get.The other toy that she picked out was a tent. It is huge. As in me and hubby can fit in it. So of course we spend a lot of time playing with Ari in her tent. It's fun to pretend play with Ari.She got a great crayola art table from her paternal grandma, which she LOVES. It

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It's Christmas Eve again.....and I am glad to have made it to another one. 2010 has been a rough year.So today I'm thinking about our Christmas tree...and what's under it.There's not much under it. But oddly enough, there's more under it than usual.For the second time since I've been married, there are presents for everyone living in my house under the tree. And I know, you probably think that

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So I have this sinus infection. Which....sucks. I mean sinus infections when you're not pregnant suck, but when you are pregnant it's even worse. Because you can't take the good antibiotics that will wipe it out in 3 days. No, you gotta take the 10 day lowest dose of amoxicillin. And um....that really sucks. And then there's the congestion and sinus drainage. Normally I'd be fine....take some

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I know it's crazy, but I still miss my jungle cat of lore. While it is easier than it has been, I still miss him. We did the Christmas tree. And while Chou never helped us decorate the tree....he was always there when we did the "family admires tree" time. I guess physically he was still here, since his ashes are next to the tree....but it's not the same. And then there's the thing about the

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Every now and then I get sick and tired of folks getting in other folks' business.Where's this coming from? An article I read today from some writer complaining (from the point of view of a mother with 3 kids to feed) about the well dressed guy in line using food stamps to buy a steak and some other foods, and then use some money to buy a pack of cigarettes.The implication? that he doesn't

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So far this pregnancy has been much different than my first one. But that's not to say that there are no similarities.I have meat aversions. I just do not want to eat or look at or smell any kind of meat whatsoever. Even the thought of meat turns my stomach. Given how carnivorous I am, I find it quite disturbing. So instead I should just find some substitutes for meat that do not include soy.

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So I had an unexpected moment of sadness over my precious jungle cat of lore today.Dr: Do you own a cat?Me: (dejected sigh) Not anymore.How could I forget that cat ownership is one of the questions asked by the doctor when you're pregnant? Guess that's pregnancy brain for you.But in other news, baby is doing great. Good strong heartbeat, growing as he or she should be, and now I officially have a

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There are times when I think about how I would like another cat. A sweet little fuzzy cat, who won't drive me insane and will be good buds with Ari.I think about that when I miss the fuzziness of the Chou. Theoretically I should just get my husband to get me a nice fur coat...but it's not the same.But then I think about the cat lifespan. Chou had a really long one. I guess that's good genetics

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I still miss my little boy.Not a single day goes by that I don't miss him. Most of the time it's just the general "I miss Chou-Chou". But every now and then there's the deep sadness.In the picture above, Chou was laying on my preggie belly on one of my most miserable days. I was watching 300 for the zillionth time and feeling like crap and he decided to come and lay on my lap and rest his head

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So far the doctor has told me that I am only pregnant with one baby. He only saw one (just barely) so I'm going with that assessment. Which is fine with me. One is good!But man, this pregnancy stuff....I was reading my blog to see how this pregnancy thus far compares to my pregnancy with Ari and it's leaps and bounds better than it was the first time around. But I read a part where I said, "At

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