So today for lunch, J.J. and I met Johnny at McDonald's so that we could let J.J. run off some excess energy before naptime.
(Sorry...interruption....what on EARTH is the deal with that Nintendo DS commercial with Carrie Underwood in it where's she playing with a sim-dog? That's all there is! Her scratching a dog on a video game and saying, "Cool!" WHY?!?!?!?)
Okay...I'm back...sorry about that! ANYway, while we were sitting in the play area, we noticed that the rules sign said ages 3-12. ???HUH??? Why do 12-year olds need to be playing in the same place that a 3-year old is? SERIOUSLY! And why don't they have a height requirement instead? Granted, by those rules, J.J. wasn't supposed to be in there, since he's not 3 yet. But I think it's a bit ridiculous for a play area to not allow toddlers on it! And to also allow GIANT pre-teens on it at the same time!
Sorry...this is my last rant (hopefully). And why is it that NOBODY ever obeys the "Socks Required At All Times" rule? I know it's summer and kids don't usually don't wear socks, but if I can remember to put socks on my kid when we go to McDonalds, can't everyone else? I mean, I can barely remember my own name, and yet I can remember that socks are supposed to be worn!
Okay...now that that's over, I'll get onto the cute part. This is really only the 2nd or 3rd time he's been in our local McDonald's play area, and the last two times he's been really reluctant to go any further than halfway up the first tube. Today, he got a little braver. He went all the way up...and then I lost him for a second...and I got a little worried, because there were giant brute boys running around playing Freeze Tag. But then I saw him reappear in the first pod and I convinced him to go down the first slide (by climbing in the end of the slide and letting him know where it ended). He LOVED it!
He did that a couple or 3 more times and then a couple girls that were probably 4 and 6, who had previously been playing with the brute boys, kind of took J.J. under their wings and the next thing I know I'm hearing his voice WAAAAAY up above me in the high tunnels! I was really afraid my pregnant belly was going to have to get lugged up through that thing, possibly causing a traffic jam when it got stuck! Finally, after about 5 minutes, he appeared at the bottom of the tallest twisty slide with the biggest smile on his face! He had a blast!!! So, he went back up with them and found his way into another high tunnel with a window and waved at me...sooo cute!
Needless to say, my fears of him getting stuck and freaking out were gone...but I think the next time we go, it will be BEFORE the lunch rush!
Friday, May 30, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Maternity pictures
Since I mentioned last week that I had them taken, I thought I'd put a few treasures from our maternity photo shoot....so here they are! :)
Those are probably my favorites of all of them. I LOVE the one of my tummy w/ the rose! It's absolutely amazing what you can do with Photo Shop!!! Now I just have to upload these to Snapfish so I can order prints. But which ones? How many of each? Oh, the decisions!!! But what glorious fun it will be!
Oh...and I finally found a border for Hadley's room (here's a picture),
so now I can go tomorrow and pick out paint colors and have my dear friend Julie's hubby Tyle get me a fabulous discount before he leaves his job! Man! Do I have the hook-ups or what?!?!? :) Free photo shoot, cheap paint...what more can a girl want? :)
Those are probably my favorites of all of them. I LOVE the one of my tummy w/ the rose! It's absolutely amazing what you can do with Photo Shop!!! Now I just have to upload these to Snapfish so I can order prints. But which ones? How many of each? Oh, the decisions!!! But what glorious fun it will be!
Oh...and I finally found a border for Hadley's room (here's a picture),
so now I can go tomorrow and pick out paint colors and have my dear friend Julie's hubby Tyle get me a fabulous discount before he leaves his job! Man! Do I have the hook-ups or what?!?!? :) Free photo shoot, cheap paint...what more can a girl want? :)
Sunday, May 25, 2008
The "Mug"
So, as some of you may know, one of the things I was most excited about delivering at our new hospital was the fact that every mom who delivers there receives a giant mug with a lid and a straw with the hospital name on it. I know this may be a SILLY thing to be excited about, but nevertheless, I was pumped! All my friends had one and the dumb hospital I delivered at previously gave me nothing but that teeny little pink plastic cup with the matching pitcher and "barf tray"! How do they expect new breastfeeding mommies to stay hydrated!?!?!?
Needless to say, should I be in a position to get more than one of those mugs, you would expect me to be very excited! Right? Not so much. Let me explain...
Thursday afternoon, about the time Johnny came home from work and was trying to get the living room cleaned up for his weekly singles' Bible study, I went to lay down in bed because I had a bit of a headache. As I lay there, I started feeling some mild Braxton-Hicks contractions. No big deal, right? Well...they're not a big deal if they go away. These were not. They were coming every 3 or 4 minutes and they were pretty low. So I start looking online about preterm labor and it says that most early contractions will go away if you lie down and drink lots of water (that day I had had a glass of grape juice and a Diet Coke to drink...it was 5:45 pm). So I had Johnny get me a glass of water. When I finished that I had him get me another one. Still no stopping those contractions.
So I call my friend Amanda, who is pregnant herself and has 2 kids already, and has the same doctor as I do. She told me that our doctor's policy is that if you have more than 5 contractions in an hour, you're supposed to go to labor and delivery. So, I tell Johnny what's going on and he insists I call the on-call nurse. She picks up and I explain what's going on and she informs me that I do in fact have to go to the hospital.
My heart sinks. My mind immediately goes to, "Please don't let my little girl be born at 32 weeks! That's way too early!" Of course, it's probably just nothing and they're just going to monitor me there, but my hormonal pregnant mind automatically goes to the worst-case scenario...and I start comparing to my friend Kari, whose little boy was born at 36 weeks and has hearing loss! Not a good thing to be thinking!
SO I tell Johnny we need to go and start calling people to see if they can come watch J.J. while we run to the hospital. EVERYONE I know is either at work or sick! So, we end up taking him with us. Fortunately, his uncle Matthew came up and got him around 7:30 and took him back home to eat and go to bed.
We make it up there and I fill out paperwork and they put me in a room. I have to don the lovely open-backed gown that we all know and love and make a "deposit" in a cup. Then the nurse (who was FABULOUS!) comes in and tells me she has to examine me and give me a Fetal Fibronectin screening, which tests to see if I'm going to deliver within the next 2 weeks. THAT was a FUN test, let me tell you. Nothing like laying flat on your back (32 weeks pregnant belly and all), with your hips up in the air being supported by a bedpan (which I'm still not sure the use was) while the nurse swabs away at your insides. Ahhh....felt great!
After a few minutes of watching "So You Think You Can Dance", the nurse comes back in and tells me that I have ketones in my urine sample. What the heck does that mean? It means I'm REALLY dehydrated.
So guess what I got? Yep! THE MUG!!!!!! I almost did a little dance right there in the hospital bed (except that would have made for some interesting blips on the monitor and may have pulled a couple of cords out of things that were otherwise supposed to remain plugged in)! The blessed chalice of motherhood! I had finally received my mug! I was told to drink the contents as quickly as I could and when that was done, to get a refill. So I obeyed and drank. And drank and drank and drank. I went through three of those puppies in about an hour and a half. And guess what? No sign of the contractions letting up!
So what did that mean for cute little Heather? Ahhh...a shot of Terbutaline (Brethine)! Yay...a shot. And the best part was when the nurse said, "This will make you really jittery, so we're giving you some Ambien to help you sleep when you get home."
Five minutes had past after the insidious injection that stung like a giant bumble bee attacking my bicep, then my contractions stopped. All done! So they sent me home with my beloved mug and told me to eat soon or I would fall asleep before I got the chance (it was now 9:45 and I still hadn't eaten anything but some graham crackers the nurse so generously bestowed upon me, after lots of begging and pouting).
After chowing down on some Braum's, I made it to bed at 11:00 and slept a gloriously uninterrupted 9 1/2 hours!!! J.J. even slept in until 8:30, which he NEVER does!
So, now everyone I know keeps bugging me about drinking water. My mom, my friends, my hubby, my extended family...complete strangers, even (okay...not really)! The thing is, I never felt thirsty that day...it's not like I was ignoring my body telling me to drink...I honestly wasn't thirsty! Weird. But rest assured, I have had my trusty beverage container by my side constantly for the last 4 days. Needless to say...there have been MANY trips to the bathroom...it's really getting old.
Needless to say, should I be in a position to get more than one of those mugs, you would expect me to be very excited! Right? Not so much. Let me explain...
Thursday afternoon, about the time Johnny came home from work and was trying to get the living room cleaned up for his weekly singles' Bible study, I went to lay down in bed because I had a bit of a headache. As I lay there, I started feeling some mild Braxton-Hicks contractions. No big deal, right? Well...they're not a big deal if they go away. These were not. They were coming every 3 or 4 minutes and they were pretty low. So I start looking online about preterm labor and it says that most early contractions will go away if you lie down and drink lots of water (that day I had had a glass of grape juice and a Diet Coke to drink...it was 5:45 pm). So I had Johnny get me a glass of water. When I finished that I had him get me another one. Still no stopping those contractions.
So I call my friend Amanda, who is pregnant herself and has 2 kids already, and has the same doctor as I do. She told me that our doctor's policy is that if you have more than 5 contractions in an hour, you're supposed to go to labor and delivery. So, I tell Johnny what's going on and he insists I call the on-call nurse. She picks up and I explain what's going on and she informs me that I do in fact have to go to the hospital.
My heart sinks. My mind immediately goes to, "Please don't let my little girl be born at 32 weeks! That's way too early!" Of course, it's probably just nothing and they're just going to monitor me there, but my hormonal pregnant mind automatically goes to the worst-case scenario...and I start comparing to my friend Kari, whose little boy was born at 36 weeks and has hearing loss! Not a good thing to be thinking!
SO I tell Johnny we need to go and start calling people to see if they can come watch J.J. while we run to the hospital. EVERYONE I know is either at work or sick! So, we end up taking him with us. Fortunately, his uncle Matthew came up and got him around 7:30 and took him back home to eat and go to bed.
We make it up there and I fill out paperwork and they put me in a room. I have to don the lovely open-backed gown that we all know and love and make a "deposit" in a cup. Then the nurse (who was FABULOUS!) comes in and tells me she has to examine me and give me a Fetal Fibronectin screening, which tests to see if I'm going to deliver within the next 2 weeks. THAT was a FUN test, let me tell you. Nothing like laying flat on your back (32 weeks pregnant belly and all), with your hips up in the air being supported by a bedpan (which I'm still not sure the use was) while the nurse swabs away at your insides. Ahhh....felt great!
After a few minutes of watching "So You Think You Can Dance", the nurse comes back in and tells me that I have ketones in my urine sample. What the heck does that mean? It means I'm REALLY dehydrated.
So guess what I got? Yep! THE MUG!!!!!! I almost did a little dance right there in the hospital bed (except that would have made for some interesting blips on the monitor and may have pulled a couple of cords out of things that were otherwise supposed to remain plugged in)! The blessed chalice of motherhood! I had finally received my mug! I was told to drink the contents as quickly as I could and when that was done, to get a refill. So I obeyed and drank. And drank and drank and drank. I went through three of those puppies in about an hour and a half. And guess what? No sign of the contractions letting up!
So what did that mean for cute little Heather? Ahhh...a shot of Terbutaline (Brethine)! Yay...a shot. And the best part was when the nurse said, "This will make you really jittery, so we're giving you some Ambien to help you sleep when you get home."
Five minutes had past after the insidious injection that stung like a giant bumble bee attacking my bicep, then my contractions stopped. All done! So they sent me home with my beloved mug and told me to eat soon or I would fall asleep before I got the chance (it was now 9:45 and I still hadn't eaten anything but some graham crackers the nurse so generously bestowed upon me, after lots of begging and pouting).
After chowing down on some Braum's, I made it to bed at 11:00 and slept a gloriously uninterrupted 9 1/2 hours!!! J.J. even slept in until 8:30, which he NEVER does!
So, now everyone I know keeps bugging me about drinking water. My mom, my friends, my hubby, my extended family...complete strangers, even (okay...not really)! The thing is, I never felt thirsty that day...it's not like I was ignoring my body telling me to drink...I honestly wasn't thirsty! Weird. But rest assured, I have had my trusty beverage container by my side constantly for the last 4 days. Needless to say...there have been MANY trips to the bathroom...it's really getting old.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
32 Weeks
Oh my WORD!!! I'm 32 weeks!!! Is that actually possible??? Okay...so not officially until tomorrow (Monday), but close enough! We don't have anything REMOTELY close to ready for little Hadley's arrival! The room is still pitted out w/ Mommy & Daddy junk, along w/ gifts that people so generously keep giving me. We need to steam the carpet, paint the walls, maybe put up a border, sew the bumper, dust ruffle and curtain/shade, and get everything organized! I need to have Johnny go up into the attic and get all of the baby toys, chairs, etc. down and give them a good cleaning. I need to go through clothes and see what all I have in what size and then wash it all! Then we still need (okay want) a Baby Bumbo (which I know she won't be in for awhile after she's born, but I still want one), another Boppy so I have one here and one at church in my office, a double stroller, possibly a new glider (or have the one we have fixed and re-cover it)...WHEW!
There's even more to do, but that wore me out typing it! Clearly, I have LOTS to do and not a whole lot of time to do it in...plus I'm tired and Mother's Day Out is over, so no more days without another child to take care of! Oh...I'm overwhelmed!!!!
On another note, I got to sing in my good friend Jenny's wedding yesterday. We (the chorus) were VERY worried because we didn't get to practice together until Wednesday night and one of us didn't arrive here until the day of the wedding! Nerves were abounding! But we pulled it off and, according to everyone that I saw that night at the reception and even at church this morning, we sounded "amazing"! :) What a relief! It was a fun time (even though my feet were not feeling so swift after the end of the day) and I'm so glad I got to be a part of the ceremony. I've known Jenny since we were in 1st grade together and we've had SO many adventures (read: injuries...mostly mine!) together. Her family is the reason I stayed in church growing up. They made sure they came and got me every Sunday morning and night and Wednesday night...basically whenever they went, I went. For 6 years, until I could drive myself! Love those Robinsons!
One last thing: I get to have pregnancy pictures taken tomorrow by one of my best friends from high school. She started a photography business back in October or November and told me that she would take my pictures whenever I wanted....ahhh...friends! Gotta love 'em! I'm very excited (except that it's supposed to be 90+ tomorrow!)...J.J.'s coming along so he can be in some of the pictures and Jamie's hubby is bringing their son Luca so J.J. will have someone to play with when he's not being photographed. Yay for fun pictures! I just hope I don't melt into a pregnant pile of goo!
Did I mention that I'm 32 weeks?!?!? We're having her on July 8th (did I mention that?!?!?), so come Tuesday, we'll have 7 weeks left!!!! Did I mention that I'm overwhelmed?!?!?!? Anyone want to come help paint a baby room??? :)
There's even more to do, but that wore me out typing it! Clearly, I have LOTS to do and not a whole lot of time to do it in...plus I'm tired and Mother's Day Out is over, so no more days without another child to take care of! Oh...I'm overwhelmed!!!!
On another note, I got to sing in my good friend Jenny's wedding yesterday. We (the chorus) were VERY worried because we didn't get to practice together until Wednesday night and one of us didn't arrive here until the day of the wedding! Nerves were abounding! But we pulled it off and, according to everyone that I saw that night at the reception and even at church this morning, we sounded "amazing"! :) What a relief! It was a fun time (even though my feet were not feeling so swift after the end of the day) and I'm so glad I got to be a part of the ceremony. I've known Jenny since we were in 1st grade together and we've had SO many adventures (read: injuries...mostly mine!) together. Her family is the reason I stayed in church growing up. They made sure they came and got me every Sunday morning and night and Wednesday night...basically whenever they went, I went. For 6 years, until I could drive myself! Love those Robinsons!
One last thing: I get to have pregnancy pictures taken tomorrow by one of my best friends from high school. She started a photography business back in October or November and told me that she would take my pictures whenever I wanted....ahhh...friends! Gotta love 'em! I'm very excited (except that it's supposed to be 90+ tomorrow!)...J.J.'s coming along so he can be in some of the pictures and Jamie's hubby is bringing their son Luca so J.J. will have someone to play with when he's not being photographed. Yay for fun pictures! I just hope I don't melt into a pregnant pile of goo!
Did I mention that I'm 32 weeks?!?!? We're having her on July 8th (did I mention that?!?!?), so come Tuesday, we'll have 7 weeks left!!!! Did I mention that I'm overwhelmed?!?!?!? Anyone want to come help paint a baby room??? :)
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