Friday, February 25, 2011

If I could find it, not only would I push it, but I would also stomp & sit on it.

My Easy Button, that is.

I know I have fallen behind on posting, I have sweet emails from friends reminding me of this. :) However, it has been an absolute circus here lately. But no fun elephants. It would have been cooler if there were elephants.

Yes, there is a baby. And yes, he finally got a name. We welcomed Nash Butler Norris on 2/16/11 at 9:36 pm and he was 7 lbs 13 oz and 20 in long. We are in love. He is the sweetest thing and hoping not to jinx it....but he SLEEPS! This has been wonderful as it has been nuts.

And by nuts, I mean Murphy came to help with the baby.

He brought the stomach bug, which is awesome in a house with a baby under a week. I mean, the coolest ever.

He then broke our dryer. Anyone ever tried to have a new baby in a house without a dryer? It's fun. Really. I mean, I know people did it back in the day - but I am not back in the day. And even with me being the worst laundry-doer ever, I still miss my dryer. So, if you come over and the house smells like milk, is Nash's laundry hamper.

Isn't he so sweet? Murphy, that is.

It has been a week, and I promise to post pics of this cuteness as soon as I am up and knowing which way is up again. The first few days home from the hospital I was still high on adrenaline and things were fab. Then, the adrenaline wore off and I was in a Percocet-induced high no thanks to delivery-recovery. Once I began to see through the Percocet, I was blessed with clogged milk ducts and Mastitis. Really, it has been a ride.

So, once everything clears up - I promise pics and stories and then I will probably apologize in advance for more pictures. But crazy as it is, I haven't even had my camera out! That says something in this house.

Until I stumble upon the Easy Button...

Friday, February 11, 2011

Oh Where, Oh Where could she be?

Well...I certainly haven't been birthing a baby. No mam. BBN is still cooking. Remember how I said I was certain he would come early? Well, looks like he is already playing the game of let's prove Momma wrong. Fine with me, honestly....I am cool waiting. Weird, I know. But don't get me wrong...I am SO excited about meeting him and rocking him and holding him and smelling him, but I am just in no hurry. This is SO unlike me. SO not my personality. What gives? No clue - but I am really, really hoping that this is a sign that I am becoming more laid back and will let things go better than I usually do. Especially since things are about to be nutso here. I mean, this child doesn't even have a name!!!! Oh gosh. I also haven't made him ONE thing besides bedding. Shame on me. Who knows. Who knows.

I also haven't been doing much of this

although I should. I am slowly noticing the drop in energy levels, especially around 6 pm when the contractions hit - but other than that...I am 90 to nothing. So odd. I just cannot sit still. This pregnancy could not have been more different from mine with Lou if I tried!

Update on BBN. I was actually schedule for induction yesterday. I didn't tell anyone, mostly because as soon as we scheduled it 2 weeks ago I decided I would cancel it. Hehe. But, I had an appointment on Monday and an ultrasound and although BBN was already 7 lbs 4 oz on Monday, we decided to hold off. Also - despite the nightly contractions and pelvic pain, turns out my cervix is incompetent once again. To spare you from having to hear about my lady parts - let's just say this....I have an appointment on Monday along with a biophysical profile for baby mostly because my amniotic fluid is getting low - and am due on Wednesday. If BBN hasn't graced us with his presence by the end of the day on Wednesday, I will be induced on Thursday. So, I am cool with that. I have nothing against induction, but just thought it would be fun to go into labor on my own. However, with that was funny how I turn into a ninny as soon as the contractions start to get regular and increasing in intensity. I always run to go put my feet up and pray he isn't coming. Hehe. I am so demented in the head. And usually, the slight panic attack makes them go away. :)

However, this is what I am afraid is going to happen. Methinks I will go in on Monday for my BPP, my fluid will be too low for safety and MD will say, do not go home. You are going straight to the hospital in which I will have to page my husband out of the OR and drive myself over to the hospital and hope he gets there in time. Haha. The swelling has also begun and my BP has started to rise, nothing crazy, just over my usual 90/60...but it is getting time.

Other than the nightly contractions and the feeling like he is slowly falling out of my you-know-wheres, I feel good. I have a large belly that is in constant motion and I love it. Soon, that belly will be all jiggly and gross feeling with a belly button the size of my head and I will miss that little booger moving around in there and jabbing my ribs. Here I am at 39 weeks.

Okay - and I am DYING because I didn't notice this while taking pics, but just saw when I uploaded. Check out the firecracker in the background in her skivvies and cowboys. Here she is more clear.

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Oh dear me. This child is a disaster. She is all over the place and we have had a time this week. Byron got home on Wednesday night at like 630, but other than has been 10 before he has stepped foot in the door. It is like 2 degrees outside and Lou and I are at each other's throats. She told me last night when I told her to go and put on her pj's and get ready for bed that I needed to "Hold ons Mommy, I'm habing a contraption and jes need to rest right now." She also told me (which makes sense now that I see her in the background of the pics, I wasn't paying total attention at the time) this summer we needed to go to the beach to get her some big shells so that "I can only wear my cowboy boots, my pannies and some shells to cober my big boobies like Ariel." Methinks with a newborn, she just might get her wish as I am picking battles....but the big boobies? Hmmm. Must ask Santa for those.

But seriously, this week...all I have done is yell and scream and put my child in time out. It has been awful. I finally understand the whole, "this will hurt me just as much as it hurts you" spiel. I mean, I get so upset with myself for yelling so much, but then again - when she blatantly does something she KNOWS she isn't supposed to or that I just asked her not to - what else do you do? I have STILL not mastered how to discipline this one. I even checked out a book today at the library on mothering a difficult daughter. I am NOT a how-to book reader, especially on child-rearing, but I just am at a wit's end. And I am trying really, really hard for this transition of having a baby to be easy for her. I by NO means want her to feel back-seat to anything. But, I also want and need her to understand that when BBN comes, she is going to need to behave better and listen better and set a good example. Ugh, I just don't know. I do know that I am tired of yelling at her and being that mom - but I just don't know how to get things through her thick head. I know a LOT has to do with cabin fever and Byron not being home, but I have made it a point each day to spend time doing something fun for her that she picks. And still, as soon as we are done with that....she is back to misbehaving. Ugh. The 3's have been MUCH more difficult for us than the 2's were.

Sorry for that rant. I just needed to get it out. And, I just realized this post is all over the place and really is kinda jumbled. Maybe I need to get back to my fountain Diet Coke that has become a daily craving. That, and maybe the vacuum cleaner since I just thought Murray rubbed up against my leg - but instead it was a ball of fur. Eeks.

Maybe next post will be a baby??? WITH a name???

Let's not hold our breath. :)

Friday, February 4, 2011

The Easy Button

See this pose from a certain striped kitty?

If I could have curled up into a ball like this and hidden my face this morning I would have done the same thing. However, it wasn't happening. Just a few issues with size and curling up and such. Who would have thought. I mean - my waist measurement is only 41.5 inches. Almost supermodel stats.

Instead - I was forced to hit the restart button and try to find the easy button as well. Also, I took a bath with the little mermaid, a rubber ducky and barbie mermaid since my toddler was convinced that my bad mood "was becaws you neber play wif any toys in the bath." Improvement on morale? Maybe.

So, let's just start the day off.

I am making pancakes for the two of us since I am out of cereal (other than Captain Crunch Berry which tasted bad enough going down yesterday morning, but not as bad as it did coming up shortly there-after) and am trying to function without my cup of coffee. I have limited myself to one in the morning now since for some reason BBN is no longer cool with the coffee - it has been puked every morning for the last week. But, I HAVE to have it still. So, I get everything ready without burning down the kitchen (I am one of those people that doesn't function without my cup of coffee) and ask Louisa to get me the "zerrup" out of the pantry and she does so and then BAM. She drops it onto the bar in the kitchen and all over the floor. Before I could get to it, half of the zerrup is leaking all over my wooden bar/island and all over my hardwoods that have gaps in between the planks. Lovely. What do I do? I cringe. Then, I realize I NEED to eat so I continue on and fix our breakfast and my coffee and step over the mess and head to my computer for some good-ole celebrity gossip.

I try to eat my pancakes and drink my coffee without thinking about the disaster in the kitchen. When I am done I go and try to scrub but realize this shiz isn't budging. So - I have the lofty idea of soaking a bunch of dish towels in water and pouring soap on the zerrup on the floor and putting the damp towels over it to hopefully "loosen" some of the sugar up. As I am laying the last towel (mind you I have sticky syrup all over my hands and toes now) I hear Murray meowing for her life in the den. I walk in to find her in a death-grip from Louisa (who also has sticky hands might I add) on the couch. I calmly (ha, who am I kidding) ask Louisa to leave the cat alone and tell her that I am not playing referee today between the two of them. I am OVER it. For any of you that have tried to have phone conversations with me in the past month I am sure you are over it too. I cannot say two words without "LOUISA LEAVE THAT CAT ALONE" somehow sneaking in there. So - go on about my morning business and am letting the syrup soak under the towels. I get on the phone with a friend, break up a few more incidents between the cat and the toddler then hear a loud BAM in the bathroom. So, I cringe and walk that way and find Louisa perched on the bathroom vanity with the sink FULL of water, her feet and two rolls of toilet paper slowly disintegrating into mush. I fight the urge to lose my shizzles for real and just tell her to go to her room and I will deal with it all when I am off the phone. Meanwhile...I take a look into the kitchen to find Mallard licking up all the soap, towels and syrup from the floor. I roll my eyes, take a deep breath and walk back into the peace and quiet of the nursery to finish my conversation in peace only to find Murray jumping into the crib to sleep.

At this point I want to cry. I want to pull out my hair and make everyone go outside and leave Mommy alone. Instead - I go to clean up everything in the kitchen and have my toddler look at me and say, "You know Mommys, dis floor is really just a mess. All of the floors are. You should make them clean and shiny." Count to 10 Amy, and then do it all over again and refrain from telling this helpful 3 year old her business. She doesn't really mean it.

Ugh. So - that is how Friday started off here. This is the point in which I ran the boiling bath water and was that mom that put her child on the bed in front of the TV so that I could have some peace and quiet. I settled into the tub, all 41.5 inches of waist and all and had that moment where I close my eyes and things just about return to normal and my blood pressure heads back to 90/60, and then - the door opened and I was greeted with a smiling, precious tow-head and all of her bath toys and her theory that I was in a bad mood because I didn't have bath toys. Hehe, love the innocence.

Of course this would be the way to start off a weekend of trauma call for Byron. Yay. I am hoping the restart button lasts throughout the weekend and until Wednesday when he actually may be home before 10 pm. We shall see. If we survive. In the meantime...will BBN stay put? He may - but will my blood pressure be okay? Hmmmmmmm...

Off to funnier times. This child.....

I mean, what is there to say? This is how she came down the hall all soup-natzi like after she had been in her bedroom hollering over the monitor which she holds up to her mouth like a microphone saying, "Orders up Mommy and Bee Bee (Phoebe) your banana smoobies are ready. Come and get them." And when I didn't come and get them I heard the warning, "You habs to eat your begtables before you can hab any treats!" and then she comes running down the hall, headband and all with a bag of "begtables" for me to eat. Note the serious look. She means business.

Today - we had a tea party. This time, I poured the water to make CERTAIN it didn't come from the toilet bowl as it did last time (indulge yourself here). The tea was "flabored" in the pitcher for us and came in an apple/orange/potato chip flavor. JUST what I wanted. It even came with dog fur included.

I asked her when we sat down what she wanted to discuss at our tea party and this is what she did.

Got real serious on me, started to tap her finger against her chin and then she said it. "Let's talk about how boys have striped hineys and stand up to go potty and girls have to sit down and have hoo-hoos." Oh wow - NOT the convo I was expecting. I asked instead if we could talk about princesses and she said, "Oh yes, sure. But we will continue dat conbersation at the next tea time." Note to self - next tea time is for Daddy. :)

Pinkies out Byron. :)

And just because I love him so. You should too.