Monday, January 30, 2006

Recent random musings

Still not feeling entirely creative or interesting what-so-ever, but I'm doing my best! Anyways, what's new? Hmmmm. . .

Last night I was on the phone with my parents. My dad was telling me this really sweet story about how he was in the airport sitting next to a young woman who he thought Iris would look like when she grew to be that age. I thought it was really precious thinking about my dad trying to figure out this girl and imagining Iris's life at that age. I was impressed and very moved that my dad shared this story with me. Sometimes I feel so far removed from them and their life that I often wonder how much they think about their grandchildren, so it's nice to get stories like this.

My favorite thing over the weekend was an amazingly fantastic dinner of Indian food on Saturday night. A friend at work was talking about an Indian restaurant she really liked, and it was all down hill from there. I picked up some take out and we had enough food for several meals, yum! Even Iris ate some, which was the sweetest part of all. Apparently it didn't agree with her tummy too well, because Matt reported that when he was putting her down to sleep for the night she kept farting and then saying "fawt?!" in a concerned voice. I laughed so hard when he told me that! The poor girl :( Maybe we need to hold off on the spicy stuff for a while?

Iris's sleep has been greatly improving. Now most nights it only takes about half an hour to get her to sleep and besides one tossing and turning and sleepy mumble of "nursey booby?" she sleeps the whole night long. Of course, much to my dismay, she hates napping. Today she took a 20 minute nap and wouldn't go back to sleep. Yesterday it was about a 40 minute nap after trying for a good half hour to get her down. I fear she's going to be one of those children who drops their nap really early. I remember reading somewhere that children her age are supposed to get something like 13-13 1/2 hours of sleep in a 24 hour period. Not my daughter, she averages 11 1/2 to 12, on good days where naps agree with her. It's so frustrating! I won't complain, however, as I am really loving the night time sleep right now. Heck, even I'm waking up more than she is at night! And she's turned in to a cuddler, which is the sweetest thing of all. She burrows up next to me when we are in bed together. For a while I couldn't wait to stop co-sleeping, it was taking such a toll on me, but now I really love it.

Okay, back to work . . .

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Just checkin' in

I have been feeling so completely BLAH lately that it's been really hard to come up with a single thing to say in my blog for the last while. There actually isn't even a whole lot going on right now! Let's see . . . I got a bee in my bonnet to find a new place to live, but after touring three very different, and equally terrible, apartments Matt and I decided to invest a little money and energy in to the place we are in now. We pretty much need everything-- a couch, a dining table, an entertainment center, beds. We also are going to hire someone to come in and do a deep clean on our apartment-- two years of living here have created many nooks and crannies of gunk! So, we feel good about that decision. I especially am excited to go SHOPPING! Horray!

I had acupuncture again yesterday and it didn't have the same life-changing effect that it did last time, which is pretty much expected. Usually the first treatment is the one that changes you the most, and from then on it's more just maintenance.

It's been hard to be a mother to Iris while I'm feeling so crappy. My patience has dwindled, my energy is almost non-existent and I have pretty high expectations of her attitude and behavior. Matt has continued to be her number one man through this rough time, they've been best buds, which is really great. She also has been sleeping a little better-- it's still rough getting to sleep, but she's been staying asleep, luckily!

All of us have been dealing amazingly well with all the changes. It gives my heart warm fuzzies and high hopes for all the transitions to come.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Oh sweet relief!

I am now completely indebted to acupuncture. Seriously. Yesterday at work I was fortunate enough to get a late morning appointment in the acupuncture department. Even though I had a treatment before, I was still skeptical that it was going to provide me any relief from my morning sickness. Well, I was pleasantly suprised, and it immediately took away all of my nausea. Seriously. I came home for lunch and asked Matt to make me a big bowl of soup and a sandwich-- probably more food in one meal than I had eaten in the last five days combined. I went back to work for the rest of the day feeling great! Last night we went to a friend's house for a few hours, so I effectively ensured I was too wiped out to even get off the couch for most of the day today, but it felt good to have so much energy yesterday to live my "normal" life.

Now I am only hoping the effects will last, at least until I can get in for another appointment. The clinician told me that acupuncture treatments work by compounding on themselves-- meaning the more you get them, the better the effects are and the longer they last. Hopefully I'll get in again later this week.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

This wretched, wretched pregnancy!

I sailed through the first six weeks with barely a glimmer of nausea, and now- BAM!- I'm a wreck. I hate being pregnant. Hate, hate, hate, hate. In the middle of an hours long wave of extreme nausea the other night I begged Matt to not ever, ever let me talk him in to getting pregnant ever again. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't trade Iris or the new little pea for the world, but I won't ever do this again. I need to remember how terrible it is next time I get baby fever. I need to get my damn tubes tied. Any more babies will not be born from my loins, mark my words!

So, back to the whole feeling like shit thing. I'm over it, I mean, really really over it. It needs to go away right now. I am trying hard to wear a smile, keep my heart on the outcome, but it's just so hard. I'm in week seven, and if my last pregnancy says anything about how this one will go, I will be over this feeling right about at the 11-12 week mark. The days are getting marked off the calendar, believe me.

In other news, Matt, Iris and I met with the midwfie who attended my last labor. I am so torn as to whether or not I want to attempt an out of hospital birth this time or just send myself straight to the hospital. It's so hard to make this kind of decision right now, while I feel so bad. Luckily my midwife said to take my time, I am still really early in the pregnancy and I have alot of time to decide what I want to do. I can say that it felt really good to see her, and my other midwife and they were so happy to see us. They would really love for me to deliver my baby there, and that means alot to me. It's not just like they are saying "Oh, you want to deliver here? Okay, sounds good." and then I become just another pregnancy to attend to.

Matt has been super awesome this pregnancy and has been incredibly helpful. I can hardly do anything other than lay my butt on the couch all day, so there is alot of stuff to be done around the house. It's wonderful to have so much support. He's a great dada!

Saturday, January 07, 2006

Taking a message board sabbatical

I am challenging myself to stay completely off, not even a peak!, the message boards I have become totally addicted to and let consume FAR too much of my energy. I feel like such a boob that I even got to the point that I cared so much about some of the discussions that I let myself get riled up over it. Ugh! So far, so good. Yesterday I spent much, much less time on the computer and I didn't really miss it. Today I'm at work and I'm bored, so it's a little harder not to fall back on the old standby of "hmmmm, better see what's going on with the message boards!"

Actually, I am hoping that a month sabbatical helps wean me from them all together, since I think it will easily become an obsession again if I let myself look even a little bit. Surely Matt will be happy that I won't be starting sentences with "the funniest thing happened on the message board!" or "you'll never guess what this mama on the board did!" Maybe I can actually talk about real life people now? Hmmmm . . . what a thought!


So, I took Iris to her first swimming lesson the other day, and it really was alot of fun. Getting lost on the way there and having to scramble to get our suits on and in to the pool wasn't so fun, but the water part, Iris REALLY got a kick out of it! Her friend, Jake and his daddy Andy were there, too, and she loved seeing Jake. If we got too far away from him she would start yelling "Jake!" between squeals of excitement. She is certainly going to be a swimmer, and I swear, if I had let her go she would have swam right off! That makes me pretty happy, since I grew up swimming, it's in my blood!

In other, somewhat sad news, it turns out my dear friend Melissa isn't pregnant after all. I was bummed to hear the news as I couldn't believe what luck we had both accidentally getting pregnant within a week of each other. Hopefully she will be pregnant again soon! I only wish that, mostly, because my pregnancy misery would love company :)

Okay, back to work . . . .

Friday, January 06, 2006

Time for pictures!

Iris in Seattle's first snow fall of the season

Matt and Iris in the snow in WI

Iris in the snow in WI

Iris in the tunnel at her Grandma and Grandpa's house

Iris and I at the extended family Christmas party (look closely and you can see some of the dead animals in the background!)

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

I'm a crabby craberson.

Okay, it's official, I'm a grump! I would love to blame it on the pregnancy, but we all know that's probably not the reason . . .

Lately I've had a hard time channeling in to the altruistic side of myself and getting warm fuzzies about all the work I put in to Iris's co-op class. All of the parents have a different job, and I picked the one with the most work. Of course, I knew that up front, but now I have the grumps about all the work I do, and the lack of work many other members of our co-op does. Sigh. And to top it all off I had a little pity party for myself to the rest of the board members and they were all sugary sweet about it and now I feel like an asshole! Oh, well. It's been a long day.

In other news my good friend Melissa might be pregnant, she's pretty sure she is, and I couldn't be more excited! If she is that will put our due dates only a week apart! Hooray! We are all crossing our fingers. Mostly I think my pregnancy misery would like a little company, and there's nothing Melissa and I enjoy more than sitting around complaining about things :)

Monday, January 02, 2006

My New Year's Resolutions

I try to make resolutions every year that aren't terribly hard to keep. Last year my resolution was to read more books to Iris. That worked out pretty well, considering she adores books to no end and demands we read several to her every day!

This year, I have set loftier goals, as if I didn't have enough on my plate :)

My first resolution is to be more patient about my Iris's sleep habits. I really, really let her poor sleeping get under my skin and drive me to the brink of insanity while trying to be nice little AP mama and not be too extreme about her sleep. Alot of times Iris and I end up in power struggles and it's not so much about the actual sleeping as it is about who's got the control. I also am going to ask for more help if I am getting over-whelmed dealing with her. So far Matt's been good about helping me, he's been putting her down at night and letting me sleep in when I can, and it's been a god-send.

My next resolution is to take my prenatals every day!

I also am going to make wiser food choices while pregnant. Last time I gave in to every single craving like nutrition laws suddenly didn't apply to me. Anyone who had stock in 7-11 Slurpees made a shit load of money while I was pregnant with Iris! Ironically (or not) I have probably had maybe four of five Slurpees total since she's been born. I think I drank my lifetime allotment or something.

My last resolution is get out for more walks with Iris and the dog. I don't know for sure I can do this as much as I would like, but it's a good goal! And hey, everyone need's a resolution they can't keep, right?

On New Year's Eve my good friend Julie and I went out to the Tractor Tavern to see The Long Winter's play. We absolutely LOVE this band, and are quite smitten with John Roderick, if I do say so myself. The citizens of the state of Washington just passed a smoking ban which applies to every indoor space, bars included. That night was the first time I had ever been to a show without reeking of smoke when I got home. I was in heavan! Seriously! I will never leave this city, and their awesome smoking ban. I hate smokers. I hate all of them. Okay, except Matt, but he knows how I feel about his smoking.

I was telling my mom how amazing the ban is, and she was telling me about when she was younger, like over thirty years ago, and that smoking was allowed pretty much everywhere. She said she smoked IN THE HOSPITAL right after my brother was born! Isn't that insane? I feel really, really proud to live in a state who's citizens care enough to enact a law like this. *sniffle*

My Right-of-Passage

Well, I've made it through dialing 9-1-1 for the very first time! On New Year's Eve Day Miss Iris tripped and fell face first in to one of her little wooden chairs. Matt picked her up and said "I think she's broken her nose!" to which I jumped up immediately and grabbed my phone and called 9-1-1. I was freaking out, thinking my little girl had forever ruined her face and must be in serious pain, and the operator said they were just going to send someone right over. I said I just wanted to know how to tell if it was serious or not, and she said she was just sending someone. So, the "someone" turned out to be a fire truck, lights and sirens and all, and three very nice EMTs, who were about as sweet as could be about the fact that all Iris had from her fall was a swollen nose. We were relieved, of course, and my hindsight told me that we may have over-reacted just a tad, but I was really happy that the help was there and everything ended up being just a scare. Turns out next time if she doesn't lose consciousness then it's probably not an emergnecy :)

She kept pointing at her face the rest of the day saying "bonk!" and I had to chuckle that my dare-devil daughter, who does all sorts of crazy things, hurt herself the worst simply walking across the floor. This is the girl who tries to stand up in the saddle of a plastic bouncy horse, who tried to climb to the tower she created from stacking her chair on top of an adult chair, who scales the back of couch to stand on it and bang on the window. Sigh. I probably have a daughter who's gong to be an extreme snow-boarder!