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I have decided to participate in Jen @ One moms World’s Spring Weight Off Challenge. It’s a very good idea, and although she is offering some very neat prizes, I will be doing this for me more than anything else. I decided in January to start trying to lose weight. A few months have passed by with no effort on my part. I keep making excuse after excuse to start exercising but I always end up being too tired. My list of excuses may include all or more of the following;
- I have to clean the house instead
- I am too tired
- I have a headache
- My hip hurts
- I did enough today
- The baby won’t let me
- I didn’t sleep well
- I’m having a bad day
- But I just TOOK a shower
- I have WAY too much to do today
- And what will I do with the kids while I do this?
- I can’t find my shoes
- It’s cold outside
- It’s hot outside
- It’s humid outside
- How will I get a stroller and two kids down three flights of stairs by myself? We live on the third floor!
- I’ll do it tomorrow
So, in light of the fact that I will make an excuse for damn near anything, I am going to give this a shot.
I have battled with my weight all my life. I get it off, it comes back. I get it off, it comes back. Lately I am starting to think it s here to stay. So TAKE THIS FAT! YOU ARE LEAVING ME NOW! …i hope.
The skinniest I have ever been in my adult weight was 135. Of course that was when I was 17 and not exactly an adult, but hey, it counts! I weighed 150 when the hubbs and I stated dating again. I was happy at that weight, I don’t look too bad at that weight! But afer a few months of dating I started getting comfortable and the weight crawled up on me. I weighed 160 when I got pregnant with my first. The day I went to the hospital to give birth, I was weighing in at 198. I vowed to never reach the 200 mark. I knew it was all down hill from there. So, after a few days of labor followed by a few weeks of the “NICU diet” I stepped into my house for the first time with my baby and hopped on the scale to find myself weighing in at a whopping 172. That’s right, in just a few weeks, I had dropped 26 pounds and she was only a seven pound baby! (I don’t recommend the NICU diet, although it produces excellent weight loss results you subject yourself to many tears, sleepless nights and an altogether absent appetite.)
By the time she was 6 months old I was back down to my pre-pregnancy weight of 160, but I was still overweight and would continue to gain until I got pregnant again with my second.
Second baby, I began the pregnancy weighing 175. Yikes! I had gained 15 pounds that year. During the pregnancy is gained steadily until I saw that 200 mark creeping up on the scale. Still trying to avoid that 200 mark, pregnant or not, I avoided the scales for the following weeks until after I brought my baby home to find myself at 194. Now, the baby is 7 months old and I have manged to get my weight down to 179. Not quite my pre-pregnancy weight and DEFINITELY not where I want to be. My goal is to get down to 140 or possibly 135 (I’m 5’4, so it’s not that unrealistic!)
So check back every Monday for my weigh-in to see how much I’ve lost. I plan to pretty much continue eating the things I eat now (minus the cookies!), add a whole lot more water, take out soda (even diet), and walk/jog daily. Hopefully I will be more inclined to follow his now that I know everyone that reads my blog is watching.
Starting weight: 179
Goal weight: 140(ish)
(Can you believe I just put my weight on the froocking internet?? I can’t…going to bury my head in a pillow now.)
My friend, she lost the baby. She started bleeding lastnight. Went to the doctor to confirm it. I don’t really have much else to say right now.
Ha! I had you fooled there for a second, huh? No, it’s not mine…This is my good friends ultrasound she got done on Monday. It’s a Jellybean! She is probably around five-six weeks preggo now. He guesstimated her due date to be around Halloween. The baby is so small now that he couldn’t get a real accurate idea as to her due date so she goes back towards the end of the month to have another ultrasound done. I’m totally thrilled! Can’t wait for fall, I will be an auntie! (2x over thanks to my sister-in-law and now my friend!) Yay!
I’m back! Okay, where to start? Well, we helped my parents and brother and sister-in-law move on Saturday. It’s been freezing all month here but on the day we choose to carry heavy objects up and down stairs San Diego decides,
“Hey, how about 85°? Does that sound like fun? I think that would be awesome! Your air conditioner in your car broke a few months ago, right? All the better! Oh and your driving around two hot cranky kids that aren’t having any fun at all? Sweet!”
It was about as un-fun as things can get (But is moving ever?). It was, however, pretty exciting to see their new place. Once we were done with my bro and sis we headed over to my parents to help them. We had helped them take one load early in the morning, but the rest of the day had been consumed by my brothers stuff, because HE HAS A LOT OF STUFF. Once we were finished they were pretty much almost done (for the day) and so we decided to help by providing a whole bunch of KFC and some strawberry champagne for celebrating. No one had eaten all day so they were very grateful. I just wanted to eat KFC. Everyone is extremely relieved to get out of there. They can finally live like tenants now and not prisoners of war. They have a toilet, two actually! And heat! Hell, they can even hang things on their wall if thy feel so inclined! I know my Aunt and cousin read our blogs (old
landlords captors) so I have a little message for them.
Dear Asshole and Asshole Jr,
You will have to find someone else to control now. I know you want to play it off like you gave them a place to stay to be helpful but you really just wanted one more thing in your life you could control. A helpful relative doesn’t charge an arm and a leg for rent for a TRAILER. A helpful relative fixes toilets when they break. A helpful relative doesn’t tell you when you can or cannot hang things on your walls, yell at you for hanging up a wind-chime on the patio, whether or not they can collect their OWN mail out of the mailbox or not or how many things they can have plugged in at one time, etc. No one believes you were trying to do anything nice for them. So give it up.
Today Kayla had her first Occupational Therapy appointment. She loved it! She now calls it “the fun doctor”or “the toy doctor.” They therapist noticed her “tics” right off and said she would probably need physical therapy as well. It’s still not known whether or not they can do anything for them. They’ve decided she is a “Sensory seeker.” I could have told you that. She prefers bright colors, smears food all over herself at every meal (still at almost three), would rather be upside down, spinning, etc. at all times and things to that nature. Hopefully we can work on those things as well as her letting us know when she has gone to the bathroom (and possibly even help with potty training) and learning how to dress and undress herself. It’s pretty strange that she still can’t even take her own pants or shirt off. But it’s soon to get better! I am so, so, SO proud of all the things she CAN DO. She has gone well above everybody’s expectations as to what she would be able to do. She has much less than half a brain left and somehow she can manage to say things like “It’s dark in here.” That’s my girl.
Sunday night (I know, I kind of went out of order) we ended up having to call the cops on some guys out front of our apartment complex. We secretly watched from our balcony as two African American guys came up and started beating the crap out of three other guys. Another guy that happened to be driving by got out of his car and tried to help stop the fight. Instead of stopping, they decided to jump him instead. About four more African American men came out and the all six of them were beating the crap out of this guy that was just trying to help. This is when I decided to call the cops. While I was gone the hubbs said one of the guys looked like he pulled out a gun. All the girls that were around watching started screaming and some guy was yelling “Put that away! Put it down!”
Operator: 911, what is your emergency?
Me: Hi, I’m at ************* St. There are about six African American males beating up a guy in front of our apartment complex. (I didn’ know about the possible gun at this point)
Operator: Yes, someone has already called and the police have already been dispatched.
Me: Okay, thanks.
We live about one full mile from the police department. It took them about an hour and fifteen minutes to get here. I think, even if they had walked here the entire way, it wouldn’t have taken over an hour. That’s pretty ridiculous.
Anyway, shortly after I called, someone yelled to everyone that the police were on their way and everyone took off. Me and the hubbs were like, “What the heck just happened?”
Have I mentioned we are moving? Oh, we are sooo moving.
By the way, my pregnant friend had her first appointment today. He gave her an ultrasound and she has a dot baby. She called me to tell me about how much she loves her little dot. It’s not quite bean sized, just a dot. So she is probably around 4-5 weeks pregnant. He wasn’t sure about the due date but decided it was probably somewhere around Halloween. She goes back closer to the end of the month to get a better idea of a due date. That way the baby will be easier to measure.
Tomorrow I am participating in Sarcastic Mom’s breastfeeding carnival. It sounds like an awesome idea. Everyone blogs about their breastfeeding stories. So look out tomorrow for that. I promised myself when I heard about it that I wouldn’t ait until the last minute to start writing the post but just like high school, it’s tomorrow and I haven’t started yet. So that’s what I am going to go do now. See you tomorrow!
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I haven’t blogged much this week and I am starting to feel guilty. That ever happen to you? The Lexapro has been doing great for my mood and overall outlook on everything, but it makes me so dang tired all the time! The last time I felt this tired I was pregnant!
Things are going pretty good here. Kayla starts her Occupational therapy on Monday, my parents and brother and sister in law are moving, so that is what we will be doing all weekend, helping with the move(s). They are all pretty excited. I am excited for them.
My friend that I mentioned last post, about finding out she was pregnant is going to go to the OB that delivered my last daughter. I <3 him. My second delivery went SO smoothly and he was always willing to listen to my concerns and help me out in any way he could. I am glad she is going to him. She called today and scheduled an appointment and they even got her in for Monday, which when it comes to OB appointments, you know is awesome! He will probably give her an ultrasound and find out how far long she is. I can’t wait to find out the due date. It’s going to be so weird having two of the closest people in my life having babies at the same time. I had children early and didn’t have a lot of friends my age with children. It kind of made me feel like an outcast. When the people your age are still out partying and don’t quite grasp the fact that it’s different for young parents it was hard. It’s good to know I will have a few more partners on the parenting front. Now when I talk about poop and tantrums they won’t look at me like I’ve lost it.
I probably won’t have time to blog a all this weekend seeing as how we are helping 6 people move into 2 different places, but I will mot definitely blog Monday to let you know how Kayla’s first Occupational therapy session went. Have a good weekend everyone!
Well there must be something in the water. It was only a few weeks ago that I posted about how my brother and sister-in-law were expecting there first child and I was going to be an auntie. Now, my best friend since high school is pregnant as well! This comes to her after many many months of trying and worries about infertility. I couldn’t be happier for her! Plus, I am going to get to be an auntie again! What are the odds? Twice in one year! Yay! Yay! Yay!
|Thirteen Reasons I am excited to be an auntie!
1. Because little babies are cute, and even though I just had one you can never have enough babies around.
2. Because this will be my first niece or nephew on my families side.
3. So my two youngsters have a little cousin to play with, close in age.
4. Because my brother will make an excellent father, and his wife will make an excellent mother.
5. Because there is a good chance there will finally be a boy in the family! (but I’m not putting all my eggs in one basket!)
6. Because I get to be there for the birth and I get totally excited about people birthing babies! (I know, I’m weird. I could watch a baby story and birth day live for hours on end.)
7. There will be another baby for me to focus my attention on so I won’t focus on my other need to incessantly make babies. Hahaha.
8. I will get to babysit a lot. They may not know this yet, but whether or not they like this, it’s true.
9. I can’t wait to see how cute their little chubster is going to be.
10. We will have way more in common with them (my brother and soon-to-be sister in law) and they won’t get so bored with talk of diapers and babies.
11. I can’t wait to see how pale in the face my brother is going to get during the delivery.
12. I have an excuse to buy cute new baby stuff!
13. I can’t wait until they get to feel that strong loving bond parents feel with their babies, that no matter how much you try to imagine during the pregnancy, always ends up amazing you beyond belief.
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I can’t stop saying it! My little brother and his fiancé ARE 9 WEEKS PREGNANT! I JUST found out…I am going to be an AUNTIE and my babies are going to have a cousin!!! OH MY GOSH!
Oh and my Wordless Wednesday is below…
I don’t know why I started a blog. It sounded like a good idea at the time, but my life is so incredibly dull I can’t even think of entertaining things to write about. I leave my house about twice a week and it’s been this way since I was put on disability. Occasionally I have a doctors appointment or something that is vaguely exciting to me, but I know it won’t be to a perfect stranger. Anyways, I don’t have a ton to say about anything and I have never been well spoken. I read all these other blogs from people that are entertaining, and I can’t help but think, why can’t I be witty? I do, however, have family out there that reads my blogs to hear stories that they have probably already heard form me, but they are typed now! So that makes a difference! Lol.
Anyways, today I had my ultrasound. I am 34 weeks tomorrow and my little Avalynn is weighing in at 5 pounds! I am pretty sure I will deliver around 38 weeks like I did with my first child (because sometimes mothers just know), and I bet baby will weigh about as much as her older sis did when she was born (which was pretty much 7 pounds even). I talked with the doctor today who told me that my blood test results for certain clotting disorders weren’t back yet (I had them done in April). I figure by the time they get them back the pregnancy will probably be over. They are going to start doing non-stress test from here on out. I thought they would wait until a little later in the pregnancy to start them but when I told the doctor I would be 34 weeks tomorrow he replied, “We better start them now then,” which actually kind of frightened me a little.
It’s about one week until my baby shower (Yes, I know about it!) and everything that used to seem so far away has suddenly crept up on me and is right around the corner. I’ve got about one month left until we have a new family member, and I am trying to get in as much quality time with my toddler as I can, which may not be so beneficial once the new one arrives. She will be much more angry because she had my full and undivided attention (unless there is a cheesecake in the house) for the little while before her sister arrived and will probably be more so upset that I am even alive at that point let alone feeding this intruder instead of watching Dora with her.
My feelings about this [unwanted] c-section have consumed my dreams even making sleep more impossible than it was already. I keep having nightmares that as I am climbing the THREE FLIGHTS OF STAIRS to my apartment after my c-section and my staples split open and all my organs come spilling out. Let me tell you, this is a very fun nightmare. I wonder if I went to our apartment manager tomorrow and demanded that an elevator be installed so that I do not have to climb these THREE FLIGHTS OF STAIRS after having major abdominal surgery if they could have it installed in less than a month… Well, it was a nice thought.
Last night around 12:40am I started having contractions.
I have been having Braxton Hicks contractions for the past couple of months, but these ones were different. They felt like my whole belly got really tight (as they do with my braxton hicks) but I felt pain during them starting in my back and even in the tops of my thighs. So I started timing. I was getting them around every seven minutes and was getting more than four an hour, which, in all the baby books says it’s time to call the doctor.
Well, first I called my mother, because thinking you might possibly be in labor at only 32 weeks is pretty scary and I wanted to hear what she thought. Of course she told me to call the doc, who told me to go to the hospital. My husband (who works nights) was still at work and I had to wait for him to get home before I could go. I was still having them while I waited and nothing in the books were working to stop them (drink a glass of water, change positions, lay on your left side). He got home not too long after I called the doctor and we woke up our toddler and headed to the hospital.
They put me in a bed and hooked me up to all the monitors. My contractions were still coming, a little sporadically but still enough to have 7 in the first hour. The nurse told me that the contractions weren’t very strong and very probably Braxton Hicks but they wanted to monitor me for another 30 minutes. In the next 30 minutes the contractions got stronger and longer. The nurse stayed in the room for a couple of them and felt my belly during them. She told me that she thought they should call the doctor and give me a shot of Terbutaline since the contractions were getting stronger and I was having a lot of them.
She left the room to call the doctor and almost as soon as she did, the contractions stopped. Twenty minutes went by with nothing. Another nurse came in (shift change?) and told me she thought that it was just false labor since they had stopped. She also didn’t tell me who the hell she was which annoyed me, but oh well… Just as quickly as the contractions had started, they were over and the doctor gave me the okay to go home. So around six am we started to head home.
A whole nights sleep lost, but one very important thing to be grateful for, no NICU baby. I told my husband I felt bad that my parents came an hour just to watch our toddler in the middle of the night for nothing, but at the same time I am so glad they came for nothing. Trust me, I am anxious and impatient to see this baby, but believe me, the last thing I want to see is this baby hooked up to tubes and wires like I did my first daughter. I would stay pregnant for a million more years to make sure we don’t have to go through that again. I guess we will just wait and see. I have still had more contractions today, but not close enough to go back to the hospital. I hope this baby waits a little bit longer to come meet her big sister, it would make me the happiest woman alive to be able to bring this baby home with me, happy and healthy, and at full term.
Well as a mother of a child that suffered two strokes during her vaginal delivery, I found this article to be very interesting and helpful as I have been debating whether or not to deliver vaginally or via cesarean section for the upcoming birth of my second daughter. This article published online in an issue of Radiology states that;
“Pregnant women were recruited for a prospective study of neonatal brain development…After informed consent was obtained from a parent, neonates were imaged with 3.0-T magnetic resonance (MR) imaging…Medical records were prospectively and retrospectively reviewed for selected risk factors, which included method of delivery, duration of labor, and evidence of maternal or neonatal birth trauma. Risk factors were assessed for relationship to ICH by using Fisher exact test statistics.
Ninety-seven neonates underwent MR imaging between the ages of 1 and 5 weeks. Eighty-eight (44 male and 44 female) neonates (65 with vaginal delivery and 23 with cesarean delivery) completed the MR imaging evaluation. Seventeen neonates with ICHs (16 subdural, two subarachnoid, and six parenchymal hemorrhages) were identified. Seven infants had two or more types of hemorrhages. All neonates with ICH were delivered vaginally, with a prevalence of 26% in vaginal births. ICH was significantly associated with vaginal birth but not with prolonged duration of labor or with traumatic or assisted vaginal birth. “
These number are staggering, at least to me. More studies on this subject should be pursued. All of the babies [involved with the study] with intercranial hemorrhage were delivered vaginally.
And according to a follow-up article posted by the Radiological Society of North America;
“Small bleeds in and around the brain are very common in infants who are born vaginally,” said John H. Gilmore, M.D., professor of psychiatry and Vice-Chair for Research and Scientific Affairs at the University of North Carolina School of Medicine in Chapel Hill. “It seems that a normal vaginal birth can cause these small bleeds.”
“In our study, neither the size of the baby or the baby’s head, the length of the labor, nor the use of vacuum or forceps to assist the delivery caused the bleeds,” Dr. Gilmore said. “The bleeds are probably caused by pressure on the skull during delivery.”
I don’t know about you but this article is enough to make me call up my OB right now to schedule the c-section. I am heartbroken by this idea, but it really is what is best for the baby, and you know, you’ve just got to do your homework in these types of situations and make an informed decision for yourself.
A conversation between my mother and I;
Me (11:37:46 AM): It’s not cute anymore. It’s not fun. I want this baby out now.
Mom (11:38:02 AM): Nope, not gonna happen. Wouldn’t be prudent
Me (11:39:34 AM): One. I got four hours of sleep last night thanks to pregnancy induced restless leg syndrome. Two. There is NO way this baby could kick ANY harder. Three. It is truly starting to bug me that my belly is constantly touching my legs. Four. My sciatic nerve is pinched. Again.
Mom (11:40:14 AM): Well look at it this way….another week or so the baby will be so big she won’t be able to kick so hard
Mom (11:40:30 AM): Of course, she will just push really hard then, but at least it won’t be kicking
Me (11:40:34 AM): For all of our sakes, I sure hope so
Mom (11:40:50 AM): And you won’t be able to breathe
Mom (11:40:54 AM): But hey, less kicking
Me (11:41:06 AM): Well if she pushes any harder she will literally push herself through my belly
Mom (11:41:16 AM): You wish
Mom (11:41:21 AM): It doesn’t work that way
Mom (11:41:28 AM): Many babies have tried and they all failed
Me (11:42:23 AM): This baby will succeed. I can feel it. Feels like right now she is breaking through the first few layers, all she needs now is a spoon or nail file to dig the rest of the way out
Mom (11:42:41 AM): LOL
Mom (11:42:48 AM): Luckily for you she has no tools
Me (11:43:12 AM): If this persists I may purposefully swallow a shovel
Okay, so maybe I’ve got a few MONTHS (sh#t.f@ck.) to go, but I am already counting down the days until I get to hold my new baby girl and I get my body back (although I’m not sure it’s going to be in the best condition once it’s returned to me). I wonder…since this child has hijacked my body only to ditch it on the side of the road somewhere torn apart and rolled over, can I call my health insurance and report this incident? Do you think they will recommend a good body shop?
Well I passed my glucose screening test, which is good. I put it off for a long time because I kept getting too hungry when I woke up and forgot that it is important NOT to eat when you are fasting. I have another doctor’s appointment next Friday and I am pretty excited that after this appointment I get to start going every two weeks instead of once a month and it makes everything go by a little bit faster.
Fetal development in pregnancy week 26: At long last, your little swimmer can see the womb! Your miracle’s little eyelids have finally separated (they were fused closed previously) and they’re probably having their first moments of sight as you read this (or maybe it already happened while you were brushing your teeth or watching Oprah or something). In addition to seeing their little studio in your belly, they’ve recently acquired the ability to say “yes” and “no” in rudimentary sign language as they can now move their head back and forth. This is also the time where your little super star’s head hair is starting to grow! A cute little cowlick or two may be springing into position right now, getting ready for years of cute-but-stubborn bed-head. Also, their toenails have grown in and you little raisin continues to slowly pile up fat beneath their still-loose skin. Most importantly, brain tissue and neurons are all developing at a rapid pace, increasing their (genius-level?) brain activity and will continue to function at accelerated levels for the first seven to eight years of childhood!
And how’s mom doing? This is the final week of your second trimester. As you’ve probably already heard about it plenty, we won’t go on and on about constipation. But if you’re curious why you’ve got to put up with this much-less-than-fun blockage, it’s basically because you’re producing higher levels of progesterone—which you’re producing higher levels of progesterone—which can relax muscle tissue throughout your entire body, including the G.I. tract—which ultimately slows digestion down… waaaay downcan relax muscle tissue throughout your entire body, including the G.I. tract—which ultimately slows digestion down… waaaay down. Not to fear, there are plenty of natural remedies for the joys of constipation, including: increasing your standard fiber intake with fruits and veggies, oatmeal, or whole grains (such as millet, rye and wheat). Another way to get things moving “down there” is to get yourself moving! If you haven’t been very active, try putting some time walking or swimming. Increasing your general activity levels often inspires a bowel movement without requiring a suppository. Many women also experience restless and jittery legs during the second half of pregnancy. It’s a common condition known as Restless Leg Syndrome (or RLS—not a very creative name). Cutting out caffeine, stretching your calf muscles slowly, and some nice and deep muscle massages are generally effective ways to help deal with RLS. Source.
So yesterday was my birthday, so I was too busy to write. It ended up being a really nice day, thanks to my hubby and brother/sister-in-law. The start of the day just wasn’t going my way (ever have a birthday like that?) but by evening I was very happy and extremely excited. I was sad that some of the people I invited couldn’t come, and some other problems that really brought down the day. But my hubby really pulled it together.
He got me the best present in the whole world…. He took me to see our unborn child. (I told you the best present ever!) We got one of those 3D/4D ultrasounds done of our little Avalynn. I didn’t have the chance to get one of these done with my first child so this was extra exciting to me. I think the best part was it was a total surprise. He was somehow able to schedule it for 7:30 PM on a Saturday. I didn’t even know offices like that were open that late on a weekday let alone a Saturday! It was really great. They let up to 10 of your friends/family join you while you look at your cute little baby’s face and it really is a GREAT experience.
Of course little Avalynn was being stubborn, turned face down so we could only see her side profile, but I loved her little profile anyways, and her cute little hands. During the ultrasound my first born was there watching to and sometime during the process started yelling, “Baby! MINE!” It was the cutest thing. I didn’t even think that she could understand that we are having another baby (I try to explain it to her everyday) but she is only two so I thought getting her to kiss my belly was the highest understanding she had about the whole situation, but maybe I was wrong!
The clinic that did it (http://www.bfiultrasound.com/) is letting us come back in two weeks to have it done again for free because we didn’t get a frontal view of the face. So we get to do it all over again! We got a 15 minute DVD of the baby, a VHS copy as well, and ten pictures. And maybe next time we will get to see more of her face. It was a great night.
My brother and sister-in-law offered to take us out to TGI Friday’s for dinner which was really great, we had just bought dinner and I felt bad for turning them down but it was really nice to know they cared and wanted to put an effort into making my day special. It meant a lot.
I put in some pictures of my little Avalynn from the DVD. I had to take pictures of the t.v. screen while the DVD was playing because I don’t have my scanner hooked up yet (I can’t find the software since the move) so I couldn’t just scan in the pictures they gave us. Sorry for the quality but you get the picture… ; ) Here she is! Little miss Avalynn!!