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March 7th, 2012
an adventure

I talked to my Dad a few minutes ago, and for the first time, I think he’s actually excited about moving.

“It’s going to be an adventure,” he said. I agreed and he went on talking about snowmobiles, boats, fly fishing and dog sledding.

For months I’ve been wondering how much of the reason he took this job was because we would be closer. Whenever I’d ask, my mother would insist that this was the best option. And I would agree, noting everything they’re paying for and how they’ve courted him. But there was another offer just three hours from where they live now, and while it wasn’t as good, it was close… and they wouldn’t have had to move.

I just don’t want it to be my fault if they don’t like it here.

posted in: randomness — @ 11:52 pm

February 27th, 2012
de Tocqueville

I have undertaken,
not to see differently from others,
but to look further than others,
and whilst they are busied for the morrow only,
I have turned my thoughts to the whole future.

Alexis de Tocqueville

posted in: randomness — @ 11:32 pm

February 3rd, 2012
i love fridays

Fridays for us are generally the start of a three day weekend. Most of our clients don’t require immediate attention in the morning, so after we get up with the Peanut, we nap when he naps. It’s more for me than the Chop, as he naps when the Peanut naps almost every day (jerk), while I start working once he goes down. So Fridays are for naps, catching up on the work I couldn’t get too during the week (haha), running errands in the afternoon and watching movies at night.

There was also pizza and Prosecco. :)

posted in: randomness — @ 11:52 pm

January 14th, 2012

As we were watching the Broncos get slaughtered (go Pats!) and working (a usual Saturday night), we suddenly heard the loud crack of shattering glass. After realizing it wasn’t a cat being an idiot, we gingerly walked around the house, trying to find the source of the sound.

The inner pane of our double-paned bathroom window had shattered completely, with a fine mist of glass coming through the screen onto the floor. We walked around outside (I was positive something hit the house), but the outer window was perfectly fine. So yeah, that’s fun. Tomorrow will now involve attempting to catch shattered glass in a box, while standing on a ladder, in 20 degree weather, while the other one tries to prevent it from falling inside.

My friend J now thinks our house is possessed, and frankly, she’s probably right. A flood, a pipe leak and now a randomly exploded window – seriously?

One positive.. we finally took the tree down – the Peanut enjoyed the lights.

posted in: crapola,randomness — @ 11:55 pm

October 30th, 2010
the birth of the peanut

If you are in any way offended by some gross details, feel free to skip this one.

I was supposed to be induced September 30th, around 7AM. So on September 29th, we went out to dinner, worked late and hardly slept. At 5AM the hospital called — a lot of women had actually gone into labor (bitches!) and I was being pushed back. I went back to sleep (after telling my mom to get out of the shower, as we weren’t going yet) and at 9AM they called to tell me I wasn’t going to be induced.

Sigh. My mom took me for a mani/pedi that afternoon, which was a brilliant idea — the fluid that causes your feet to swell to the size of a troll had been paining me for weeks and the Chop was happy someone else was rubbing them for once. :)

October 1 (Friday) I called the hospital and they told me not to come in, but they’d call me later. Oy. Once you are past your due date, every day is really long and all you can think about is when is this baby leaving my womb. At 40 weeks, your stomach is massive. You ache all over, sleep is elusive, you feel twice the size you actually are and people KEEP ASKING if you’ve had the baby.

Plus, my mom was here and she kept smiling at me. And if I groaned or moved funny or grimaced (which frankly happened all the time, the Chop wasn’t even bothered by it anymore), she’d look over, her eyes would light up and she’d be all, has it started?

Sigh. Yeah. No.

Around 3PM the hospital called. “Did you think we’d forgotten you?” she asked. “Um, haha, kind of…” I replied. “Can you be here in an hour?”

Sure, I said, quite stupidly as we still had to load the car, drop off the dog and get lunch.

The Chop and my mom were both on their phones, so I went into the bedroom and started putting everything together. The Chop came, still on the phone, and asked what I was doing — we’re going to the hospital, I said. He got off the phone. :)

We dropped off the dog at daycare, picked up lunch at Panera and arrived at the hospital around 5PM. There was a bit of traffic (and a car accident RIGHT at the hospital exit), but we actually drove there in pretty good time.

We checked in, got our fun bracelets and headed to our labor and delivery room. Our first nurse, Yanna, was Russian. She was very sweet, but was concerned about getting my IV in, so she called an IV nurse — it took two weeks for the IV bruise to go away. She ran through her checklist of questions, and they started the pitocin drip.

I expected instant, painful contractions, but got nothing. As it turns out, pitocin can take awhile. By 8PM I was blogging and my mom was getting ready to head home to sleep. I had some mild cramping, but in general, was feeling OK. The Chop and I watched Blue Bloods (I love Donnie Walhberg, he’s a fantastic actor) and NCIS reruns.

Around 11PM they checked to see how far I was dilated and stripped my membranes again — fuck if that doesn’t hurt like hell. They’d done it the week before, at my doctor’s office, but this time it was twice as long and twice as painful.

Then they offered me my first pain meds. A drug cocktail, one in the IV and one “in my bum.” Um, no, I said. I’m all for the IV, but I don’t want one “in my bum.” Yanna was confused and said, but that’s the one that lasts longer, you need them both. No, no, I said, I don’t want that one.

She left to get the drugs (and the doctor) and I looked at the Chop. He agreed, none in the bum.

The nurse and doctor came back and she again offered me the one in the bum. The needle is small, she said. Needle, I said?

As it turns out, the Chop and I both assumed that “by in the bum” she meant a suppository. Why, you ask? I don’t know. The way she said it? The accent? Whatever it was, I was not keen on a suppository, lol, and the Chop was in agreement. The needle comment was what gave it away. “In the bum” meant a shot in the ass, lol.

So first came the nubane in the IV. Magical, wonderful and my only drug of choice, it’s like getting smashed on vodka, without the hangover or the nausea. You’re just instantly (and I mean within seconds) floating on a happy cloud (and apparently slurring, according to the Chop). The world is very hazy and your body feels wonderful.

Then of course came the Demerol shot (in the thigh instead of the ass, incidentally), which really and truly hurt like hell. But the next four hours I was in a drug induced sleep, feeling next to nothing at all.

Around 3:30 they offered me the epidural, and by then the Demerol had worn off and the pain was starting to be a problem.

The anesthesiologist, with exceedingly cold hands, did a great job getting the epidural in. It was definitely uncomfortable, plus hands on my back make me jump, but the Demerol shot had been far more painful. It was just weird, and disconcerting, having a tube inserted in my spine. Thinking about it now, I still shudder a little.

Once the epidural kicked in, I went back to sleeping. Sadly I was woken up regularly to ask how I was doing (I always forget that sleeping in hospitals is impossible — you sleep for what seems like five minutes and then someone comes in, repeat ad nauseam).

At around 6AM the doctor came in to see how dilated I was. Sadly it was just a few centimeters, 4 I think, but they broke my water and I went back to sleep.

The rest of the day was basically a haze of being checked on, being drugged and sleeping. The Chop slept in some, got up and showered, went and got lunch; my mom called, but was waiting to come in until the labor really started, so really I just dozed in and out.

Around 5PM the nurse checked and I was 8 centimeters, finally, so the Chop called my mom to have her come. By the time she got there, around 6PM, I was being checked again. OK, the nurse said, it’s time.

The next three hours were some of the most excruciating of my life. The epidural didn’t make me completely numb — I had tingling in my legs, and the “pushing pain” (an overwhelmingly painful feeling of needing to void something) was in no way lessened by the drugs. Due to the baby “possibly” being too big, they didn’t want to use forceps or the vacuum, so in order to get him out, I had to push with no assistance—and if I couldn’t we had to move to C section.

I have honestly never been in so much pain in my life. The contractions were coming 2-3 minutes apart and the pain was indescribable.

At 8PM I wanted to give up. Demanded a C section, started crying uncontrollably and frankly just wanted to die. 10 more minutes, they kept saying to me, we can see his head!

FYI, they’d been saying “we can see his head” for over an hour at this point. Apparently you can see the head for A LONG FUCKING TIME before it actually comes out.

They brought in the anesthesiologist to give me “an extra boost” down the epidural, and somehow I managed to pull it together for the next 50 minutes and get him out. There must’ve been magic in that boost, because I’m still surprised I didn’t die. Especially when he crowned. They call it “the ring of fire” and it truly is like having a white hot poker swirled around down south — it’s like, no, it can’t get worse and then OMFG IT JUST GOT WORSE.

Once his head was out, the rest kind of whooshed out in a massive flood of liquid (gross I know—apparently it was the most disturbing part of the whole thing for the Chop—well, that and the “stretching” he said) and the relief was fabulous. He had the cord around his neck once, so he came out greyish-purple and I only held him for a quick second before they whisked him away to do his tests and get cleaned up. He pooped on me, of course.

He arrived at 8:50PM exactly four weeks ago, on October 2. He was 8 lbs, 4 oz and 21 inches. And he came out completely bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

The Peanut, shortly after birth, being weighed.

The next thing I know I’m being stitched (and FEELING IT, FUCK) and a nurse is beating the shit out of my uterus. Stop, stop, I cried, why are you doing that?! We have to get the blood clots out, she said, unless you want the doctor to stick his hand up there to get them out — and trust me, you won’t want anyone to stick anything up there.

So there I was, being beaten by a nurse, while the Chop and my mom had deserted me to hang across the room with the baby. Eventually they came back to my side, my mom holding him and telling me “thank you for my grandson” multiple times, and both of them sending picture messages of the little cutie to our friends and family.

My mom holding him about 10 minutes after birth — notice how I am ignored in the bed next to her!

They took him out after that, to do whatever it is they do with babies, while I got cleaned up. Then I realized I was starving. To death. I am not kidding. I have never been so hungry in my entire life. I ate Chris’ leftover lunch (turkey wrap, piece of cake), my mother’s chocolate candy bar (Hershey’s with Almonds) and then we ordered a pizza and salads (hello, did you know labor and delivery stocks take out menus for this reason?).

We were moved to our maternity room around midnight, by then my mom had gone home and the Chop and I were dead exhausted. Chop went and checked on the Peanut in the nursery (before we crashed), but he wasn’t brought back to our room until 3AM.

We spent the next two and a half days in that room, the Chop only leaving to go to the cafe or the kitchen. We were visited every shift change, and sometimes in between, by nurses. My OBGYN came every day, as did the Peanut’s pediatrician and the lactation specialists (they really are very full service). My mom brought Starbucks every day, too. My favorite part of being there was getting three meals a day brought to me, lol. I was really hungry every single day and it wasn’t until we were home a week or so that I wasn’t starving constantly.

In his bassinet in our room — wearing his Gloworm hat :)

The day we left, bearing flowers and awesome cupcakes—and an adorable baby—the Chop and I spent 20 minutes attempting to get the car seat buckled in while the car was idling at the front door. We finally moved the car to a parking spot (we felt very conspicuous) and realized we had been trying to put it in backwards.

Mmm, cupcakes from our friends — so very good.

Great start, we decided. :)

10 days old — and yes, worth it. :)

April 29th, 2010
saying goodbye

Tomorrow my mom heads back to WA, after spending almost the entire month with us, cooking, cleaning and hanging out. We had a lot of fun, and she quite enjoyed buying maternity clothes (everyone needs to wear maternity jeans—most comfortable jeans EVER) and baby clothes (and stuffed animals). She was supposed to watch our house while we went to Italy for our honeymoon, but due to the complications of being pregnant, we rescheduled and she decided to come anyway, lol.

I’m 18 weeks today, which means I have a bump, my boobs have gone up half a cup size and I’m pretty sure I can feel something moving in there. Although it could be indigestion. Or gas. Who the hell knows, pregnancy is weird.

Yesterday we went for an ultrasound (mom was quite excited) to check all the parts (spine—check, 2 kidneys—check, good heart—check, penis—check).

Yep. I’m having a boy. It’s quite a shock to the Chop and I, both having expected a girl. My parents are thrilled (they always wanted a boy, lol) and we’re coming around. It’s odd, when you think you are having one thing, and it turns out to be another, it can be quite emotionally surprising.

posted in: peanut,randomness — @ 10:55 pm

March 15th, 2010
counting on grandpa

We went to see my liver doctor today. All in all it was highly uneventful—he said, “well it looks like your levels have come down without you doing anything,” to which I responded, “I’ve been on SAM e and that’s why they are down.” I found it very annoying.

I don’t think he believes me. Which is odd, considering the first time I was sick the SAM e was what worked—and it was the only thing that worked. After all the pills, tests and scans they could muster, SAM e managed to get me healthy in three months.

He doesn’t think it will affect the peanut—granted, he Googled SAM e and pregnancy while we were sitting in the room—so at this point we carry on as planned. Me ingesting five pills a day (in addition to three others—pregnancy = vitamin overload) and counting on my dad to make sure I don’t turn yellow.

posted in: peanut,randomness — @ 12:21 pm

January 28th, 2010
rip salinger

I was never one of the people who related to Catcher in the Rye, as a teenager or as an adult. Like most books, it entertained me and made me think, but that’s about it. I always felt bad for Salinger and wondered, if he didn’t want fame so much, how come he didn’t publish under a pseudonym? When he wrote it, did he just assume it wouldn’t be that popular? The sad thing is that now that he’s died, no one will ever get him to answer those goddamn questions.

One of my favorite sections in (most) books these days is the Q&A with the author in the back. If a book is good, it leaves you with all sorts of lingering thoughts and questions, and a good portion of the time the Q&A answers them (or suggests new ones). Plus, it’s a great marketing addition to convince you to buy the author’s next book.

Sadly, my brain now outputs a steady stream of marketing ideas re: virtually everything I see, hear or read. It’s highly entertaining to me, and probably highly irritating to everyone else.

Because yeah, still don’t have the best filter for this mouth of mine.

posted in: randomness — @ 1:41 pm

January 9th, 2010
sherlock holmes: i wanted to love it, but…

We went and saw Sherlock Holmes today. I really, really wanted to love it. I love Robert Downey, Jr., I adore Rachel McAdams (especially as a brunette) and Jude Law was perfectly cast. But for some reason a) I had a rough time paying attention to it—ie, my mind would wander and that’s never a good sign and b) the close ups of the punching and ribs breaking made me gag.

Chop says I just don’t like Guy Ritchie-directed movies, and that may be true, but overall I feel like the plot was missing something… and in my opinion, it’s a good beginning. Batman Begins was an awesome movie, and one of the reasons it caught my attention was it showed how it all began. Now why couldn’t they do that with Sherlock Holmes?

It was like being dropped into a room full of people who knew each other, had their little inside jokes and quirks and history, and we weren’t really privy to them. Bleh.

posted in: crapola,randomness — @ 8:33 pm

November 13th, 2009
um, hi?

It’s funny, once you finally just stop blogging, it’s really easy to forget how long it’s been. In my case, almost three months. And I have no excuse other than my wedding is exactly three weeks away, business is booming (so we’re working nonstop) and I can barely manage to do laundry every week, let alone take the time to blog. A pathetic excuse, yes, but true nonetheless.

But if you haven’t noticed, somebody awesome is back in the states and it appears as if she might be blogging.. and that inspired me to come back too. :)

The past months have been insane—work, house, wedding, traveling every other weekend for wedding-related things—and the Chop and I are desperately looking forward to January. Married, no traveling for a few months, tickets to see Bourdain (hehe, LOVE him)—January is going to be a wonderful month.

posted in: randomness — @ 10:12 pm
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