- Last night I heard water running at 2am. I got up to pee (what you thought I’d get up for no reason?) and then walked around to see who had water on. My MIL is still here, so I wasn’t overly concerned. The noise was coming from the girls bathroom, so I went in to check it out. There was Morgan in the bath, shampooing her hair. I was a little worried that she was sleep-bathing, so I really gently asked her what the hell she was doing. Getting ready for school was her answer. She woke up, convinced she was running late and hopped in the bath. At 2am.
- Someone was on my site last night for two and a half hours. They read or clicked through 62 pages. This is only my 52nd post, so I’m not sure how they managed to do that. It kinda freaked me out a bit. Then again, HI, to whomever it was. I’m nice, would you like a cookie?
- I dream about food all the time now. But when I wake up I can only manage to eat a few bites of something at a time. There is just no room for food.
- I feel kinda like an ass. I had just commented to Emily at Wheels on the Bus that if her daughter was born before my son, I’d totally me mad and cry. Her due date was a few weeks from now. Then I went back last night and saw that someone had posted that she had her baby last night. Emily, I was totally kidding. I’m so happy for you. Congrats on the new baby!
- I spend my days plotting against my son, which is probably not the best thing. But really he’s giving me no choice. In fact it’s not just me whose doing it. Here’s a piece from a chat I had the other night with When She Wore Ponytails. It totally cracks me up that other people are going to help me screw with my son.
When: the message below your name*** just made me snort my diet pepsi. It’s now an adjective.
4:27 PM not the pepsi snorting so much, cause I know that hurts
When: bless your heart. i know you’re tired of being pregnant. that part hurts, too. hehe
me: yep…kinda sucky
4:28 PM When: he’s waiting for friday…that’s my birthday…he wants to be born on that random stranger’s birthday LOL
me: but hey maybe he’ll be born old enough to get a job
it’s just as plausible as the Libra thing my mom says
4:29 PM When: hehe, if he doesn’t move on or out soon he’ll need that job. he needs to start paying you rent
me: yeah…i swear he asked for a burrito this morning…little shit
4:30 PM When: that settles it…Celine Dion for his 8 track player
me: i’m thinking michael bolton or that one guy meatloaf
When: oh meatloaf is an excellent plan..that way each song is a really long torture
4:31 PM me: yep that sounds good to me
that and the pinto
and a pager instead of a cell phone
When: a VOICE pager…not one of those cool “number”ones
hehe
4:32 PM me: with a button that I can talk through at any moment….like hey son, mommy misses you, it’s time to come home and cuddle…and he’ll be 17
4:33 PM When: that’s awesome. only problem is with the pinto there will be limited people to embarrass him in front of
you’ll have to make sure he’s in a crowded room
me: oh it has room for a girl
4:34 PM When: true! and the joy of calling him “Pookie” in front of her will be so awesome as you eat a burrito that will actually fit into your tummy now that he’s out
me: dude there is so no room for a burrito
right now
When: I totally get that
those cravings are annoying when where the heck are you supposed to put it?
me: especially those huge tasty ones that my husband loves
4:35 PM exactly
i just get to smell things and eat two bites and throw it out. on second thought, I have become my kids
*** In Google the message below my name says yep…still pregnant.
It’s almost funny but I’ve taken to answering the phone that way, Hello, we have no baby. It’s catchy, no?
For the past week we’ve unplugged. No TV, no computer (683 posts to read), no work, no nothing. Although I did send the girls to school, because I was trying to save my sanity, not end up in the loony bin. I have no idea what happened in the world last week and I’m not overly concerned about it. I’ve spent most of the week in bed or playing mindless games at the table. Dominoes anyone? We only decided to undo our hibernation today, since Logan really wanted to watch football.
My Grandfather passed away the 12th of September. I have a post in my head about him, which I’ll get too in a few days. My Grandma is still hanging on, although the theory is that she just wanted to make sure Grandpa’s funeral went her way. We (not literally me) buried him last Tuesday. The world is missing a great man. She won’t be far behind him, but no one has a clue how long she has. She’s had uterine cancer for two and a half years. She did chemo and radiation until this spring, when she quit. She’s been on Hospice for 9 weeks now.
In other news, I still have no baby. Oh well I have one, he’s just sitting on my bladder and poking me constantly in the kidneys. He seems to not be quite ready. Maybe he wants to be a Libra? No idea, but I know he’s not here yet. I’ve given up guessing on the day, I’m really hoping before I hit 60 or something. Dr. Masochist, on Friday, said that she’s not fond of inducing. Really convenient for her to tell me now. She said she wouldn’t even discuss it until next Friday.
So that’s where I am. How are all of you?
Oh I almost forgot; I have an article, potty training in five steps, that will be up at Alpha Mom at some point soon. I’ll let you know exactly when, but I wanted to tell you all now. There are going to be a bunch of posts over there, all of which are how to do something in five easy steps.
Ok, maybe not. I’m not really that mean, I promise. At least not most days.
So here’s the deal on the name, we’re getting down to it. And by that I mean to say we have a list that we argue about constantly. But we both like all of these choices, so now it’s down to which one. Honestly if we end up waiting until he’s born at this point, I’m okay with it, since we at least have choices going into it. Which was more than we had with Bailey.
So here’s the names we like…well love. They are all equal in our heads. At this point we’re not willing to change them around. The few that don’t have middle names, need completely different middle names, cause I am that big of a freak.
Harrison Thomas
Alexander Milo or possibly Miles…not quite sure which sounds better. We both equally like both names.
Beckett Charles – Charles after my grandpa who is on Hospice.
Tristan Gabriel – Gabriel after Logan’s Grandpa
Wyatt Samuel – Samuel is Logan’s dad’s middle and his brother’s first name, but we both adore the name and have been told they’d love us to use it if we want.
Jackson, Owen, Ryder, Brennan, and Rowen, all of which are still in the running, but we are at a loss for middle names that sound right with them.
Names that have been vetoed for good: James, Liam, Tate (sorry Alissa, I was pulling for this one), Lachlan, Finlay, Micah, Dylan, Blake & Nolan Ryan…I wish I was kidding on that last one. My husband is that lame.
Also: Dude (Debra, I laughed my ass off) & Ezra Jonas have officially been cut.
So what do you think? I’d love opinions, as long as it isn’t: my husbands, cousins, brother’s, first wife’s ex-husband was named Jack and was an asshat. Cause that, not so helpful. Anything else would be welcome.
Oh and fallback girl names, just in case are Hayden Vanessa and Addison Paige.
4 Weeks to the day
I am a little bit in shock how quickly this time has crept up on me. I mean, this baby can officially be born any day now. Like tomorrow, if he so chose. Morgan was a month early. Not that I want baby boy no-name to be born yet, but technically he’d be fine if he was. I am getting to the point where I am uncomfortable most of the time. I’m not sleeping worth a dam, random body parts hurt, I don’t remember the last time I saw my feet, I have constant heartburn, all I want to do is eat and frankly I’m just a big ole grouch. So really I’m ready to be done.
At the same time, feeling him move and kick (although I’d love for him to leave my poor bladder alone) makes me giddy. I’ve waited years for this and I’m wanting to cherish it for a few more weeks. That feeling that I can protect him, that he’s protected inside of me, that all I need to do for him is make sure he’s fed and he’s okay, is a great feeling. I’m not insane, I promise, it’s just a fine line between wanting him out, so I can hold him and munch on his cheeks and wanting to just let him stay all cozy and comfy forever. I guess I’m not ready for another part of my heart to be outside of my body yet.
I know how fast it goes by, the newborn parts. Even as exhausting as it is, it goes by in the blink of an eye. I look at my girls and marvel at how big they are, how quickly they became the little independent people that they are today.
I wonder how he’ll change our family, how the girls will react, if I really have the patience to start this all over again. These are my unanswered questions, as there’s no way to figure it out. All I know for certain is that he already has my whole heart, just like Morgan and Bailey do.
Baby Shower
Ok, so one of Logan’s cousins want to throw me a baby shower. For my third baby. Is this weird or is it just me? Also she isn’t available to do it until the 14th of September, which is kinda the day before dude is due. So um….if I tell her not to, I’ll hurt her feelings, but if I let her do it on that day, chances are he’ll already be born. If he’s not born by then, I know I won’t be in a, let me open pretty shiny things, kind of a mood. So what should I do? Because honestly, my decision making skills are lacking right now. Help a girl out.
Morgan
We’ve decided for the moment, not to decide on medicating Morgan. It’s just to hard to make the decision right now, especially since we’d be basically trying her on something that could make her worse at first and school just started. Plus, I just can’t see doing it for one stupid teacher. We’ll wait and see how she does this school year and if we feel that it is necessary, we’ll try it out next summer. We are still taking her to have her evaluated anyway. We need to see about the anxieties and we need to see what exactly her doctor recommends.
She started with a new teacher this morning. She’s all excited because her boyfriend from last year and her best friend are now in her class.
The Asshat
I’ve taken all of the advice you all gave and deleted the comment. All I’ve got to say to any haters is this: You are not welcome here. This is my site, not your dumping ground. Find somewhere else to spew, as it will from this day forward, be deleted here. Move along now.
The Olympics
I’m so over the Olympics. I think I over did it or something, but I’m done. It can go now. Bu bye.
I won, I won, I won….. What did I win, you ask? Well I won a Kick Ass Blogger award. See, ain’t it purty?
Debra gave it to me. I paid her mind you, but….ok kidding, I didn’t, she just gave it to me cause she thinks I kick ass. Which I do, normally at least. Ass kicking is a bit hard right now, seeing how high normal asses are (kid asses, now I can kick those), but I’ll get back there. Ok, lets see here, there are rules…..blah, blah, blah. Go here and read them (here at Mama Dawg) if you want to, because I’m not all that into rules. But I will pass it on, because I think there are some other kick ass people out there, who deserve to know how kick ass they really are.
In no particular order:
Jennster, because she takes names and kicks some ass. She never backs down from a fight and she sticks up for the little people and I love her for her honesty.
MotherhoodUncensored, for always being willing to talk about what other people avoid. Whether it be sex, lame peoples, crazy in-laws or depression.
HerBadMother, for talking about her lady bits on the Internets and scaring the crap out of me. Well that and she’s never afraid to say it like it is, even if her eloquent way with words can make me cry, no matter what she’s talking about.
Black Hockey Jesus, for taking over the blogging world. Seriously I think he’s looking at world domination. That and he’s f’ing hilarious to boot.
Alissa at Life’s Little Adventures, for being her. It’s funny but when I think of Alissa, kick ass might not be the first thing that comes to mind. At least not in her posts, cause I have no doubt that she kicks some ass in real life. But she’s a strong, independent woman and she’s my friend. She has welcomed me back, no questions asked and been just as wonderful as the day I left. She takes care of her family, with minimal help from her overworked cop husband and she’s raising amazing little boys; she also never fails to make me smile with her comments and encouragements. So for that, in my mind, she’s a kick ass blogging chick.
If it were up to Morgan, her brother would be named Ezra Jonas. I told her, if her comes out an eighty-five year old Jewish man with no hair, except out of his long ass ears, then yes, she can name him that. Just so no one get all offended here, I’m Jewish….well my family is, so I can make fun of Jews. Anyway, Morgan doesn’t find it all that bothersome that she wants to give her brother the most old man Jew name around. Nope, because Ezra is one of her boyfriends. Yes, you read that right, one of her boyfriends. My kid is more popular at six years old than I ever was. It scares me, although that is a story for another day.
So Ezra, one of her boyfriends names, is what we should call her brother. Can you imagine if I let her do this? When she’s twelve and has forgotten who Ezra is, or worse yet when she hates him at twelve years old and I have to remind her that it’s her fault that the name she now hates is what she still has to call her kid brother. Oh the drama, I can imagine it now. Jonas of course, for those little teeny bopper boys from Disney. The singing brothers. And while I believed as a kid that I’d name my son after a New Kid on the Block, I also recognize how lame that thought is now. Can’t convince my kid of this, but whatever.
Jose is her other boyfriend. I can’t even tell you how long it took me to get up off the floor after she said that one. Jose? Really? Your white, half Jewish baby brother? Um no. And yeah, no. Not gonna happen. Not in my lifetime at least.
So here we sit, less than six weeks to go and the boy has no name. My lovely husband can’t come up with a name at all, but he’s quite capable of telling me how lame all of my ideas are. It’s so bad that my mom finally told him to knock it off last night. I told her how annoying it was, but she had the pleasure of dealing with it herself.
Here’s what I’d like to do, if you don’t mind. I know I’ve been a shit blogger this week and it won’t get any easier until everyone (cousin is getting married on Saturday, so all the family is here) goes home next week, but if you wouldn’t mind helping me out anyway, I’d super love you for it. Here’s what I need: Names. Something you didn’t use, boy names that your daughters would have been; what you’d name a boy tomorrow; an unused dog name, anything would help. First and middle suggestions would be even better. Names that sound okay with Morgan and Bailey. If we end up using a name that one of you picked out, I’ll send you something pretty and shiny. I’m not sure what yet, but something I promise. My first born perhaps. Ok, maybe not, but something. Thank you, thank you in advance for any help.
Seven more weeks. This pregnancy has been fairly normal, except for my emotional well being. However that’s got little to do with the pregnancy and everything to do with well…everything else. Yesterday, as you can tell by the picture overload below, I purchased items for my son, for the very first time. Yes, I am behind, I have been told this by many, many people. My mom was overjoyed when I told her what I was doing yesterday. She’s coming for ten days on Saturday and she was prepared to do it for me. To say, I’ve been worrying my family, is an understatement, but that’s the best I can come up with.
I am doing better though. I’m starting to feel better about this baby in general. I feel like I’m close enough to admit that he’s going to be fine. Seven weeks isn’t really that far off, but it’s feeling like a lifetime. I want to meet him, to cuddle him, to see which of us he looks like. To call him something besides, the boy. At some point yesterday, I realized how much I still have left to do and it made me a bit panicked for a bit. Morgan was a month early, so I have to get my butt in gear. Just in case he decides to make his grand appearance early.
The heartburn is killer right now. Boy better have a fro, is what I keep saying. No matter what I eat and sometimes even when I don’t, I have heartburn. Funny enough, orange juice, which is supposed to be horrible on heartburn, doesn’t bother me at all. It’s how I wake him up in the morning, nothing like a little jolt of citrus to make a kid move. I’m fully over the morning sickness, which was horrible and lasted all day, every day for the first six months. Morning sickness, my ass. Can we just rename it? Some crazy, sunshine shoots out of my ass type of person coined that phrase and it needs to change. But the heartburn and the not getting comfortable to sleep much are my worst symptoms right now. The non-sleeping sucks donkey ass, because I know that sleeping right now, would make the not sleeping after a bit more tolerable. In my head at least, because I know I’ll complain about it when it happens. I’ve never been a great sleeper though, so thinking I’d sleep well now anyway, isn’t really realistic.
Laughing at the baby center weekly BS which said that at 33 weeks, I should be feeling rather sexy and that sex was fine and lovely at this point. Was this written by a man? I’m not speaking for everyone, but for me….yeah, there’s nothing going on in our bedroom right now. Cept for me getting up to pee nine million times. When Logan did say something a few days ago, I reminded him that it’s his fault I’m this way and the last time I looked, he still had hands. Which um….wasn’t very nice, but I’m not very nice right now. That and the, you should wash everything at this point. Yeah not so much on that one either, since they said for sure that Bailey was a boy. I won’t fully believe this baby is a boy until I see his parts. I don’t know why I continue to read these updates.
No matter what, whether I don’t sleep for the next seven weeks, whether I’m “ready” or not, he’s coming soon. Seven weeks to go baby, we’re on the home stretch. Now if you could just tell me your dam name.
Just thought I’d share where my kids college fund went today. Who needs school when there are teeny boy clothes to buy? When I walked in the house and Logan saw everything, he turned to Morgan and said, “you better learn to say, would you like fries like that.” Jerk.
In my own behalf, I will say, it’s not over the top, considering how bad it would have been if it was a girl, nor if you look in the girls closets. Girl clothes outnumber boys clothes in stores like 100 to one. (I kept having to walk to the very back of the store to find baby boy clothes.) We are not a minimal clothes type of family. All of these clothes and shoes (I did get blankies, socks and bibs too, but I ran out of room) were on sale. Well almost all of them. Plus, my kid would be dam cold running around nekkid, seeing how it will be getting cold by the time he’s born.
So….I’m thinking the girls will still be able to go to college. But the boy, well he’s on his own. 
These three outfits made my teeth hurt, they were that cute.
See my son’s pimp baby shoes? They are fives and they seem huge, so I have no idea when he’ll wear them, but my husband shut his mouth when he saw them.
This one is proabley way more right than I know in the moment. In case you can’t see it, it says, I’m the Boss around here!
I’ve always loved to shop. One of the stories my aunt loves to tell about me is the first time she took me shopping with her. I was about two years old and she took me to Nordstroms with her, as she needed to look for a dress to go to a wedding. At some point she lost me, she got busy looking at a dress and looked up and I was gone. She started screaming for me and found security and made them search for me and shut the doors, so no one could leave. After few minutes she found me. I was sitting in the kids shoe section, holding three different shoes, patiently waiting for someone to help me with them. She thought it was the funniest thing, that I knew exactly what I wanted and exactly where it was and I went right too it. Needless to say, she bought me a pair of shoes that day.
My love for shopping is genetic to a degree, but I’ve taken it to a whole new level. See, I love all kinds of shopping. I love to clothes and shoe shop for me. I love, love, love to baby clothes shop; my kids always have great clothes. But I also enjoy the grocery store and places like Lowes and Costco. I just adore shopping. Funny enough, I don’t even mind not buying things. Window shopping does it for me a lot of the time. Because, while I love spending money, I don’t have to spend money to enjoy shopping. I am pretty responsible with our finances and I understand the need for moderation. Just don’t ask Logan about that.
I love to look at all the pretty things; to try on shoes and clothes; to pick out, in my head, new furnishings and dishes. I can spend hours in a mall and buy nothing more than a few socks for the kids and a pretzel and a Coke.
We don’t go overboard on birthdays, one gift and one new outfit and then a party; that’s all my kids need. Sometimes it’s over what they need. I think next year, we’ll scale down the parties. But Christmas, when I can shop for everyone, make me positively giddy. At Christmas, we do go overboard, it’s just the time of year when we choose to do so.
Now, with seven weeks to go in this pregnancy, I’m starting to feel like I need to shop. Like I need to buy my boy some clothes and stuffs. We have a crib and a dresser and changing table and not much else. Mostly he has an empty room. So I get to shop. I get to walk around the mall today, with no husband or kids (Bailey loves to shop actually, but Morgan could care less, unless it’s clothes for her) asking when we are leaving and shop to my hearts consent. I’m thrilled that today has finally come. I finally get to buy little teeny clothes. I haven’t gotten to do that in years. My girls are petite (I still shop in the toddler section), but still, a size 3T is not a newborny size.
I’m armed and dangerous. One hormonal woman with comfy shoes, a baby to buy for and a credit card to burn. Yea me!
One thing though….it’s been years since I’ve had a baby around and going into Babies R’ Us gives me convulsions, so what’s the one thing you think I NEED to buy? Bouncy chairs, swings, cradle, Bumbo chair (can someone explain this thing to me?) those sling deals? Is a sling better than a carrier deal? See I have no clue. Wipe warmers, is this a need? Sad, but a lot has changed in the last four years since I last bought any of this stuff. What is the one thing, that you couldn’t live without? What’s the one thing you got and never used? Please help a girl out.
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