Should I be Worried?

It's been so long since I posted, I couldn't remember how to log in.

I'm not sure if I should be worried. My parents are taking my baby with them while they do whatever they are going to do today. I think they will be in for it when it turns 2:00 and she wants her nap, but won't sleep because there is too much going on.

I can't wait to see who comes out in a cheery mood by the end of the day today. Will it be my mom, or will it be my baby?

PS. I have so much to share but have no time to share it.

High Baby?

Does amoxicillian contain caffeine? Because I swear it does. My baby is on the stuff, and the last two nights, getting her to sleep have been quite the challenge. Tonight she was so tired that she just layed on the floor looking at me, as if to tell me, "OK. Take me to bed." So I got her bottle and we went through our same routine. Only this time, she sucked and sucked and sucked until the bottle was finished. Then she was still wide awake. She was very squirmy and I finally had to set her down. I held her up by her writs while she looked at me and giggled. The she tried to suck on my knee. More giggles and grins, and more sucking of my knee. I think my baby is high. Is that possible? The drug facts sheet says nothing.

Yadda yadda yadda. One hundred dollars later, I have the perfect outfit to drown my child at church for God in.

Totally worth it though. She's gonna be so cute!!

Too Cute?

At first I thought this was totally cute.

Until I went and "expressed some milk"   ( AKA juiced myself. ) 

Then I realized that was what my poor suctioned nip looked like.  :o(  Nope, nothing sexy about pregnancy or being a mom.

http://www.amazon.com/Razbaby-009-RT-RaZ-Berry-Silicone-Teether/dp/B000JWSO9I/ref=pd_nr_ba_1?ie=UTF8&s=baby-products

Closet Space

Ho Hum... Woah is me! Maybe you didn't hear me. I said, "WOAH IS ME!"

I have no closet space. OK. I have some, but the closets in this place are terrible. TERRIBLE I tell you. I have no room for my cloths, DJ thinks he needs space in our master bedroom closet too, and there isn't enough space for a quarter of my stuff. I really wish I had Carrie's closet that Big builds her in the movie. That would be so wonderful. We could very easily build me nice closet in the living space in the basement. Who needs office and sewing space! I need space for my accessories!

I thought I could take over MG's closet. But she's already got quite the wardrobe building up in there, plus, I'm keeping all her diapers and whatever else is needed in there. So that's off limits. So it's down to the guest bedroom closet. I will have to think of some sort of rotational process between the two closets. I'm also thinking of getting a rolling bar like what you see in clothing stores to store some stuff in one of the rooms downstairs. Then, when I have company, I could just roll it out of there and into the garage or something temporarily....

Got to go, baby crying...

Phew. MG is down for the count for a while. She is not liking that I'm not picking her up. But I'm trying to prepare her for daycare. I put her in her swing hoping that she'd fall asleep, and I think it worked. I'm trying to think of all the things a daycare person might do or not do with her since she's got other kids to tend to. I sure hope this whole daycare thing goes well. I'm seriously freaking out about it. DJ has this cousin that worked at a daycare center for a few years, and she's really good with kids. I asked her if she'd move to our town to watch my kid. She said yes, but her husband wouldn't like that much. :o( Woah is me.

I finally feel like I'm getting things done around this house, and soon I'm going to have to go back to work. It sucks. The weather is finally looking good today (other than the wind gusts). I'm trying to decide if MG and I should try to take a walk, or if we would get blown away.

I'm looking forward to going back to work on a few levels. One will be that it's a controlled food environment. I only eat food during lunch, and maybe a snack if someone brings something in that is good. Right now, I snack too much. Even though I don't eat much for regular meals. You'd think that'd even things out a bit. But I don't think it is. I feel like I still have a sumo wrestler belly. I would love to have that mostly gone by now so I could at least fit in to some really cute shirts that I forgot I had. When I go back to work, I intend to start up my daily walks around the neighborhood once or twice a day. Before I got preggers I had a good little routine going that got me out of the office and losing a few pounds.

I found a pair of jeans today that I bought and wore once right before I got married. I have pictures of me in those jeans. I looked hot. Even though then, I thought I was a lard ass. I don't think I'll ever fit into those jeans again. I'm not even going to try. I am donating them to Goodwill. I wonder if I will ever look remotely attractive again. Especially since it's very hard to get out of the house with MG right now. I planned on joining a gym and getting a personal trainer, but the thought of being away from MG more than the 11 hours I already will be is way too much for me to deal with. Maybe I'll come up with something to do on my own on the weekends for a couple hours while DJ watches her.

The Things I Do For a Burrito

Thursday I had a day to myself in Fargo. The main reason being my six-week checkout with my OBGyn. Guess what? He was a little concerned about my delivery. In fact, he had a FULL PAGE of notes regarding my whole ordeal. He told me that next time I need to be sure to tell him to look at his notes on the first one because apparently, he normally only administers one of many different types of medications to stop bleeding during labor. He then continued to tell me how he used every medication on me to stop my bleeding. So although it's unlikely a "hemorrhaging" trend with me and childbirth, next time he'll want to be better prepared with all the medications in the room with us. He also mentioned that he'd want to induce me earlier next time. Oh, and I'm supposed to make a smaller baby next time too. Yeah, isn't that an easy request? I found out a bunch of other interesting yet freaky information while I was at the office. All leading me to believe that childbirth really isn't worth all the trouble. Seriously. I'm also starting to think my mom wasn't really being as melodramatic as I thought she was being.

After I went running around doing a bunch of errands, all with the intent to eat lunch at Qdoba. I hadn't eaten breakfast because I wanted to be sure to enjoy every morsel of my burrito. I didn't make it to the big Q until 6:00. I was about to pass out. When I pulled into the parking lot, it was raining cats and dogs. But I wasn't about to miss out on my burrito now! Not after starving to death all day long. So I got drenched running in and out of Qdoba. But the burrito was totally worth it.

Back Online!

Well, what can I blog about? I’m tired. I’m sore. And I’m finally ALL ALONE! Woo hoo!

Moving day would have been a lot better had my dad not come into town to “help”. I say this because he means well, but he’s also exhausting. He’s an ex-marine. So even though I told him that both D & I were exhausted on top of all the other crap going on with me, that we had not planned to do much with the new house. In other words, we’re taking this whole unpacking thing slowly. That being stated, it pretty much went in one ear and out the other. Poor DJ probably took more of the brunt since he was actually moving heavy stuff around the house. At least I was just unpacking crap they brought to me. But standing all day was not a picnic for me.

I think he got it on day two or three when Darin pointed out that I looked really pale. Then I said, “yeah, I’m super shaky today, and don’t think I’m going to do anything other than sit on the couch with the baby. ” Then my dad chilled for a while. I even tried to get him to leave the house and go to the big W to see relatives, but he wouldn’t go b/c he wanted to help. So at least his heart was in the right place. Just driving me nuts in the process.

The human body is a crazy thing. I lost a lot of blood in this whole ordeal. Actually, my Dr. couldn’t get my bleeding to stop. When I walked out of the hospital, my hemoglobin was at a 10. I have no idea what that means, but my mom told me a regular “sick” person’s hemoglobin is usually around 13. So I’ll have to research that and see. But I will feel perfectly fine, and then WHAMMO! I’m about ready to fall over. I have pretty much had no appetite at all. So it's hard to eat even when I have time to do that.