each week i get an email from pregnancy.com or something of the sort telling me what to expect that week in my pregnancy. sometimes they are really helpful in reminding me of little idiosyncrasies that i may have forgotten, but at other points, they remind me of those old books from the 1950's that teach young women how to be good wives. (you know this book, right? they are always yellowed and well-worn spouting wisdom about how to prepare the appropriate cocktail to have waiting for your husband when he arrives home from work or how to properly allow your husband time to unwind when he may be feeling stressed by keeping the children occupied and quiet for approximately 15 minutes.)
anyway.
below is a quote found in this week's email from a super helpful lady named kelley. needless to say, i don't think that kelley and i would be friends if i in fact, knew who she was.
"I had the beginnings of varicose veins and swollen ankles and was becoming short of breath until I started exercising four times a week. I feel great now." — Kelley
thanks kelley with an 'ey'. tell me again how i should exercise 4 days a week. i just can't get enough of your help.
just thought you may like to see the kinds of things that torment me throughout my day.
12 more weeks...12 more weeks...12 more weeks.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
i just don't have the vomit gene.
casey, my brave soldier of a son, is so sick! in the midst of any illness, it's important to find the silver lining of an otherwise grey cloud. at this point, i am thankful that my dear son saved his projectile vomiting until dad got home from work at about 4am. yay!
i had been sitting calmly with him most of the night in our big rocker. he would drift in and out of sleep between cartoons on noggin. his fever had hit a max at about 102 when i finally got him to drink a little of the milk that had been sitting in his hands all night.
when dad got home i don't know if it was the excitement of seeing his favorite person or if the milk just didn't sit well. but almost immediately, casey began to throw up. at first, it was just a rumbling...but shortly after matt had arrived home, casey began resemble ol' faithful.
when casey started to cough, i started to run. i yelled for matt that he was going to blow and while i was dry heaving in the kitchen, casey blew chunks in a way that i have never seen. his distance was most impressive at, no joke, at least 5 feet.
in one fell swoop, he covered the chair, the rug, matt and himself in stinky white vomit.
now today - 15 hours later - my house wreaks of floral carpet cleaner, pine candle and stale chuck.
my hope now is that casey recovers quickly, the carpet airs out completely and that this nasty virus stays contained to just one of my children!
here's hoping!
i had been sitting calmly with him most of the night in our big rocker. he would drift in and out of sleep between cartoons on noggin. his fever had hit a max at about 102 when i finally got him to drink a little of the milk that had been sitting in his hands all night.
when dad got home i don't know if it was the excitement of seeing his favorite person or if the milk just didn't sit well. but almost immediately, casey began to throw up. at first, it was just a rumbling...but shortly after matt had arrived home, casey began resemble ol' faithful.
when casey started to cough, i started to run. i yelled for matt that he was going to blow and while i was dry heaving in the kitchen, casey blew chunks in a way that i have never seen. his distance was most impressive at, no joke, at least 5 feet.
in one fell swoop, he covered the chair, the rug, matt and himself in stinky white vomit.
now today - 15 hours later - my house wreaks of floral carpet cleaner, pine candle and stale chuck.
my hope now is that casey recovers quickly, the carpet airs out completely and that this nasty virus stays contained to just one of my children!
here's hoping!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
wanted: a personal assistant
do you ever get sick of yourself? sick of the things that make you less of yourself?
i am so sick of myself tonight. i have moments where i remember the 'old' me. someone who was inspired by her faith. by learning. by friends. someone who was rested and full of energy to do more and say more and think more.
my life today is different from when i felt like that. i am pulled in 100 different directions everyday from the moment my feet hit the ground. while i wouldn't change the fact that i am married, i have kids and i have a job, sometimes i wish i also had a personal assistant.
my personal assistant would be in charge of the following daily duties:
1. laundry (this will include gathering all of the laundry, washing it, folding it AND putting it away)
2. grocery shopping
3. getting drinks for my kids (i swear, every single time i sit down, one of them needs a drink)
4. blow drying/styling my hair
5. cleaning up the bathroom
6. unloading the dishwasher
7. changing poopy diapers
8. cleaning out my refrigerator and maintaining the brita filter rotation
9. reading great books and telling me about them, in detail
10. following world events and political issues and debriefing me daily
11. complimenting my husband on his manliness and his great fathering
12. other duties as assigned
if i had someone in my life that would all of these things for me, maybe then i would feel a bit more...i don't know...worthwhile. a bit cooler. a little nicer. definitely smarter. braver even?
tonight i am feeling like a big blob of mush. like someone who has to accomplish what is on my personal assistant's to-do list but i just don't have it in me. i'm tired. tonight i miss my friends. tonight i wish i could have a drink and a conversation with people who are far away. tonight i just can't make it happen.
so for tonight...i'll work on the job description for my prospective PA and i will say a prayer that when i find her, she'll agree to work for monopoly money. until then, suck it laundry. as long as my grundies are clean, i'm all good.
i am so sick of myself tonight. i have moments where i remember the 'old' me. someone who was inspired by her faith. by learning. by friends. someone who was rested and full of energy to do more and say more and think more.
my life today is different from when i felt like that. i am pulled in 100 different directions everyday from the moment my feet hit the ground. while i wouldn't change the fact that i am married, i have kids and i have a job, sometimes i wish i also had a personal assistant.
my personal assistant would be in charge of the following daily duties:
1. laundry (this will include gathering all of the laundry, washing it, folding it AND putting it away)
2. grocery shopping
3. getting drinks for my kids (i swear, every single time i sit down, one of them needs a drink)
4. blow drying/styling my hair
5. cleaning up the bathroom
6. unloading the dishwasher
7. changing poopy diapers
8. cleaning out my refrigerator and maintaining the brita filter rotation
9. reading great books and telling me about them, in detail
10. following world events and political issues and debriefing me daily
11. complimenting my husband on his manliness and his great fathering
12. other duties as assigned
if i had someone in my life that would all of these things for me, maybe then i would feel a bit more...i don't know...worthwhile. a bit cooler. a little nicer. definitely smarter. braver even?
tonight i am feeling like a big blob of mush. like someone who has to accomplish what is on my personal assistant's to-do list but i just don't have it in me. i'm tired. tonight i miss my friends. tonight i wish i could have a drink and a conversation with people who are far away. tonight i just can't make it happen.
so for tonight...i'll work on the job description for my prospective PA and i will say a prayer that when i find her, she'll agree to work for monopoly money. until then, suck it laundry. as long as my grundies are clean, i'm all good.
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