Friday, July 31, 2009

Oh, Yeah. I Did It!

Okay, I have to admit it: I'm a wuss when it comes to giving blood.

A big wuss.

I get nervous and the hours leading up to the "withdraw" time makes my stomach knot up like crazy.

I always make Mr. Me come with me because it seems like every time I go have blood drawn without him, I pass out. I even passed out so bad once I slid out of the chair, slamming my head into everything on the way down.

If he's not with me, there's a good chance I'll hit the deck. But with me, I'm unstoppable.

So I dragged him and Roo down to the lab this morning for a preggo panel and proudly can say, my eyes didn't roll back nearly my head once.

Go me.

Of course, the nurse managed to nick a nerve or something in my arm because it's swollen to the size of a ping pong ball (which is better than the golf ball it was two hours ago) and it hurts like the devil to bend and stretch my arm.

How's that for an exciting Friday?

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Oh, You Again.

Living on a farm you are bound to come into contact with various types of icky bugs. It comes with the territory and while you get used to running into them outside, you still freak out when you run into them inside your house.

Take yesterday for instance.

Roo was playing in her playroom while I was doing who knows what in our bedroom. In her playroom there's a stack of old diaper boxes that I've kept to use to store old baby clothes, outgrown toys, etc.

When I walked in to talk to her about her selections for lunch, something out of the corner out of my eye I spy something.

A big something.

A huge (!!!) brown and black spider.

Now, you know I'm a huge fan of spiders... huge.

And it was a mere 10 feet from my child.

I swear, my heart stopped. I snatched Roo's arm and literally, dragged her out of the room while screaming for my husband.

I had all these visions of it jumping up and running away, hiding in a box of toys later to pop out when least expected. Maybe it was more of a fear, than a vision...

But alas, Mr. Me saved the day and squashed it rightly with a box of swifters.

My hero.

Of course, I'm watching every crook and cranny I can now, thinking that every dark spot is hiding one of those nasty creatures.

Typical, huh?

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

You Dress Like A Mom

My husband delights in telling me when my attire isn't exactly... hip.

Sure, sometimes I want to look less Mommish and more like a person who is 28 years old... but it's kinda hard to get away from the Mom look when you've got a 28 month old child clinging to your hip.

Of course, I retort to him that I am a Mom, so I look like a Mom... and then immediately follow it up by flicking him off or sticking my tongue out at him.

And you know what, it's HARD not to dress like a Mom because Mom's can wear comfy shorts or t-shirts that are buttery soft.

A 28 year old woman tends to wear trendy pieces that require Crisco and fishing line to complete the outfit.

And I am so not trendy.

Far from it.

Especially now that I'm pregnant and my stomach has started to push out. I stand before my closet eyeing my board shorts and tank tops with envy thinking: Why is this outfit unacceptable? Or those adidas shorts I wear only to the gym, why can't I zip up to the store in them? And big comfy t-shirts snagged from my hubby's closet, oh so lovable, but not very flattering.

Why can't I find a comfy maternity line that doesn't make me feel like a balloon and one that I can afford?

Any help here?

Monday, July 27, 2009

Growing Up Too Fast

This weekend we purchased Roo a toddler bed.

She took great interest in it and even grabbed her orange plastic hammer to help us put it together. When it was done, she crawled all over it and grabbed all her pillows and my blanket on to it to make it her own.

I was a little worried she wouldn't sleep in it, but she never fails to surprise me.

She crashed out early and slept for 12 solid hours in it.

Of course, me being me, freaked out about it. She gave me up! We've been sleeping together for over a year and she just leaves me in the dust. I spent half the night at the end of my bed (hers butts right up to the end of ours), watching her, touching her... generally being a psycho mom who can't handle change as well as she should.
My husband was quite happy about the toddler bed. He is Roo's kicking bag during the night and loved not having to wake up black and blue (and cranky) because she practiced her kung fu all night.
My little girl is growing up too fast, but I'm happy to report she still needs me for lots of things... besides, she can't turn on the stove to cook breakfast or run the vacuum yet.
I am still needed... for now.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Ahhh, Mood Swings

Anyone who has been pregnant knows that mood swings are part of the package deal.

And I experienced my first this morning.

I was relaxing, enjoying a stress-free family morning when it struck.

Out of nowhere.


The grumpster set in and lasted for a good two hours.

For no reason!

After I'd calmed down, I chalked it all up to being pregnant and hormonal. And then I realized that I'm set for another 31 weeks of this. And then I realized how bad it was when I was pregnant with Roo.

Oh, the tears.

Maybe now that I'm older I can handle it? Maybe now that I know what's going on with my body I can combat it?

Or maybe I can just hide inside, eat IKEA chocolate and be grateful I'm pregnant at all!


Thursday, July 23, 2009

Sometimes Things Don't Go As Planned

Sometimes life gets in the way of your plans.

The potty training has been put on hold, even though we had success the other morning with it.

A combination of things helped me in deciding this factor. While I'm not totalling throwing potty training out the window, it still is at the forefront I'm just not as militant about it as I was.

Now instead of insisting the second we get up, we run to the potty. I'll ask Roo if she wants to go. If she does, great. If not, okay.

We've been alternating diapers and training pants as well, but I don't think the training pants help one bit.

The biggest deciding factor in this decision was the other morning when I woke up and asked her if she wanted to potty and she started crying.

Something she's never done before, but an obvious NO to the question.

Maybe I was pushing her, maybe I wasn't. But for now, it'll have to wait.

Why not let her enjoy being a baby for a little bit longer, it's not going to hurt anyone at all.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Mommy Joys

It never fails to amaze me when my child does something great.

I know she's special and I know the things she can do are amazing, but I'm still blown away. It's like opening my eyes for the first time when she does something new. It's like eye-popping, heart stomach excitement.

And we had some pulse pounding fun this morning.

Roo went pee pee on the potty!

(Does anyone else sign that annoying commercial when they read that, or is it just me?)

I was so darn excited, I woke up Daddy and made him come and do the potty dance with us.

This helps in my "frustrations" with potty training and gives me hope that one day we'll have it down pat and we both will know exactly what is expected of us.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Potty Training Woes

There's nothing like potty training to give a parent anxiety and doubt.

I've been saying since Roo turned two that my goal was to have her potty trained by the end of the summer. Plus, with the growing baby inside me I wanted to have it all wrapped up before Baby #2 comes along. (I read somewhere that you will fail miserably if you potty train a child while introducing a new family member).

She's had a potty for months and we've always had her try it out but never had any results. We were pushing it, she sat and played on it and received some mini M&Ms for her troubles.

After I purchased my last big box of diapers, I swore we would start potty training when we finished the 126 pack. So today was the day.

I purchased Pull Ups, an Elmo Potty book, reward stickers and she picked out big girl undies. I'd read all the check lists online and she met all the requirements for potty training except one, she's never taken her clothes off on her own.

I figured, why not. Let's try... so today we put the training into effect.

Of course, I still have no idea what I'm doing.

Sure, I've read everything I can get my hands on, I've twittered for advice, I've asked friends... everything.

But I still feel like I'm doing something wrong.

What? You ask.

I have no clue.

I'm not expecting a miracle overnight. In no way shape or form.

I'm just hoping that one day she'll pee on the potty and everything will move along.

Here's to hoping, right? :)

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Dear Roo (28 Months)

The past month has been insanity... which is why I'm writing you this letter a few days late.

With holidays, family trips, a 2nd baby and playdates galore the insanity of this past month has been fun.

We had a huge party for the fourth of July complete with tons of food and a huge bouncey house slide thing that you loved so much you cried when you had to give it up. Although we did discover you're not a big fan of fireworks and prefer to watch them on TV inside, without all the loud noises.

We took a family day and went to Aquarium in Tampa this past month too. A long drive, but worth it to watch you wide-eyed and fascinated with all the fish we saw. You did wonderful on the drive, no complaining or insisting you were "stuck" in your car seat.

We also found out that you are going to be a big sister! Sadly, you're not entirely sure what I mean when I tell you that there's a baby in my belly, but I'm sure over time you'll be the best big sister ever.

It has been another amazing month for you in terms of development. You continue to grow and learn so much. You can spit out words like no-bodies business and are starting the path to potty training. Of course, you insist on M&Ms every time you sit on the potty, but who am I to resist you?

I love you so much Roo... so so much.


Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Review: All Modern Baby

Earlier this month I told you about a great website, AllModernBaby. A literally, one stop shop for everything you might ever need for your baby.

I got the chance to review Skip Hop Pronto! Mini Changer. I was super happy when picking this item out because I loath my diaper bag. It's bulky, uncomfortable and uber heavy. The Skip Hop Pronto! Mini Changer is perfect for me. It has a handy compartment for everything you need to change a diaper. There's a mesh bag for the diapers, a zipper part that holds diaper wipes and attached is a heavy duty changing pad.

The changing pad itself is wonderful because most diaper changing pads are made of flimsy plastic and are never large enough for a squirmy baby. The Skip Hop Pronto! Mini Changer is the opposite. It folds up nicely, cleans easily and is large enough to change my two year old on.

Plus, it's red and the funky pattern is a welcome change from boring old changers.

You can purchase the Skip Hop Pronto! Mini Changer from AllModernBaby for $29.99 by visiting their website here.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Anything For A Kiss

For the longest time, Roo wouldn't give me kisses.

I had to steal them.

I had to be sneaky and devilish about it and pretend to give her the binky so she'd be puckered up and I would swoop in and plant one on her lips. Or I would snatch her up, turn her upside down and wait until she went into full on wide-open mouth giggle mode before I could attack her with my lips.

Now, she gives them.


And I take full advantage.

Roo, do you want a cookie? First you must give me a kiss.

Roo, would you like to go play toys? Kiss please.

Roo, do you love me? Prove it and KISS ME!

I make up any excuse for her to kiss me.

And I love it.

I just melt when I ask for a kiss and she leans forward, perfect pink lips puckered... she even makes the MUAH sound after we kiss.

It warms every part of my heart... so much that I must go demand more kisses from her, right this instant.

Poor child is going to hate me one day, huh?


Mommy Confession: Is it guilt?

Lately my eyes have been glued to my daughter. It's like I'm trying to absorb as much of her as I can while she's the only one.

I keep staring at her thinking, "This time next year we'll have two."

Last night as we walked around in the rain holding hands, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was so happy barefoot and collecting rocks. The other day as we painted masterpieces for Daddy, I was amazed at every movement she made. And when she discovered 3D chalk and turned circles with those silly green glasses on her face, I was a big ball of mush.

She's at such a fun point in the toddler years (minus the occasional melt-down due to the dreaded word "No."). She can run and talk and figure things out on her own and I am just in awe of her.

And I have to confession, I have a small amount of guilt/panic that we're growing to include another baby. Maybe it's not guilt, but it's something. It's something that has me watching Roo and hoping I don't screw up her childhood. She's been our one and only for so long, that bringing a baby into the equation means the end of a lot of things for her. Co-sleeping, potty training, another human being....

Last night as I struggled to go to sleep, I went into panic mode. What if I royally screw it all up? What if Roo hates me for having another baby? What if I can't handle a three year old and a newborn?

What if?

What if?

Thursday, July 9, 2009

I <3 Momversation

You all know what Momversation is, right?

It's an amazing website that hosts some of the hottest Mommy Bloggers out there. They post videos with opinions, there's a forum with question and answers. It's got it all.

Including me!

The lovely ladies at Momversation posted one of my recent posts on their blog and I am thrilled to be in this relationship.

So shoot on over to Momversation, join the fun and check me out!

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Too Much Love?

It's no secret that I'm head over heels in love with my daughter.

I gush about her every chance I get and spend a heck of a lot of time watching her with a busting heart.

And today as we played in her larger than life sandbox (our front riding ring), I wondered if I would feel the same about Baby #2.

Sure, a Mom's heart grows with each child... but I really love Roo so damn much I wonder what it'll be like to have so much love in ones heart.

I'm a little scared of my poor heart bursting.

And how in the world will I keep my eyes on both of these nuggets? Am I going to have to divide my time in half? The first thirty minutes of the hour is devoted to gazing in awe at Roo and the second thirty minutes will be labeled for Baby #2 gushing?

How do Moms of Two do it?


Monday, July 6, 2009

Oh No, Waterworks.

I have to admit, ever since I had Roo I've become a tad bit more emotional than I've ever been... and being pregnant again hasn't helped this at all.

Let me give you an example, say I'm watching TV and someone has a baby. Instantly, I'm a blubbering idiot crying over the miracle of birth. Hell, say I'm reading a book about love, death, dogs, anything, I cry.

I even get emotional watching Maury's DNA test results!!

While this is humorous to my husband, it's potentially embarrassing to me. When I go to the gym to work out, I always snag a elliptical machine with the TV attached to it so I can catch up on whatever I missed during the day... and tears in public are not the coolest thing. People tend to look at you like you're a nut job if you cry in public.

Sure, I could stop watching TV at the gym, but what fun would working out be?

I could stop watching all TV shows that include babies, love, any ups and downs in life... but that would make for a really long 9 months.

I guess I'll just have to suck it up, hide my tears or just wait until my belly pops out and if I cry and people look at me funny I can just point to the life growing inside of me as an explanation.


Maybe not.


Thursday, July 2, 2009

Mommy Confession: No Puking Here

Apparently, I'm super lucky in this department.

I don't get morning sickness.

At all.

When I was pregnant with Roo, I threw up a grand total of two times. One was from bad steak and the other was because I swallowed cinnamon toothpaste.

I delight in this aspect of both of my pregnancies because I. HATE. THROWING. UP.

To me, throwing up is a huge sign of weakness. Weird, I know. But it's my thing.

And I love that I can make it through pregnancies without anything more than an ill-timed burp.

Maybe I just have the stomach to grow babies?

Sure looks like it from the looks of the thing.


Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Sleep Envelope

This house has become folded into some weird sleep envelope.

Maybe it came with all those magazines from the doctor's office.

I'm exhausted all the time, so I nap during the day and I sleep in late in the morning.

This means my toddler sleeps all the time too. She stays up until 11:00am and sleeps until 8:30am with a two plus hour nap during the day.

It's kinda like we're wandering around in a haze and we're lucky if we make it outside for some fun.

And I feel horrible about it!

My toddler shouldn't be sleeping like an old pregnant lady. Roo should be out having fun, taking on the playground, playing with kids her age.

Sure she doesn't protest all this sleeping and non-activity, but I hate it.

This must change. I'm putting my foot down and demanding F-U-N!

What do you think?