Dr: 30% effaced and 1 cm dilated, but she's still really high.
Me: Oh good! I'm done, my body hurts, I can't sleep, and she keeps trying to split me in half with that knee or whatever it is.
Dr: Well, we don't want her to come this week; it's still too early.
Me: I agree, but next week will be just fine. Now everything will be ready when she decided to drop into place. *Please let her come early. I'm begging.*
Here's to another really hot week...so the weather guy says. I'm sure loving those! I heard the other day that fall has officially begun, although, I'm suspicious.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Random Things for Me to Remember
Lincoln's Words:
-Gecko (pronounced with kind of an e/u blend) SO SO SO cute! The second we pull into the driveway at night he starts pointing toward the light and saying "Ge/ucko!"
-Da (Dad)
-Mom (but usually just hollers at me to get my attention)
-Doddy (Doggie) When we hear this we have to swoop in and rescue the poor little critters.
-Bee (Bee, Bird, Bug, Airplane or anything flying in the air)
-Nanny (all women) Of all the kids I figured Gabriel would have generalized this one because he was babysat the most by Grandma, but Lincoln's the one that thinks all women respond to "Nanny".
-Ba-ba-ba (Basket Ball)
-Na-Na (Night Night) Every night when I lay him down he'll tell me "na-na" wave from the mattress and "blow me a kiss" from his eye. His bottle is usually in his mouth so the eye will have to do. {;-D
He's the first one that has really tried talking on his own at this age. I'm VERY hopeful that he'll just develop his language without long trips to and from speech therapy.
Gabriel & Garrett were working on a dinosaur puzzle together. They'd each picked which dinosaur they "were"...
Gabriel: "Hey! I found my head!"
My first thought...was mine with it?
After getting a red light at school for having 3 physical outbursts in one day Gabriel explained that he gets a red in each grade. "I got one red in Kindergarten, then I was done." (He actually got many red lights in Kindergarten, but I think some of it was due to the student teacher that hasn't realized boys are DIFFERENT than girls.) "Now I got one in first grade and I'm done." I responded that I was glad he was done for the year and that we can just have green lights now. He quickly added, "Well, I can still get one yellow light in the week...as long as it's not for something too bad." Hmmm, "too bad" huh?
Sunday, September 19, 2010
And It Finally Happened...
No, not labor. I'm still gargantuan.
Today was the first time I was really faced with following through on our new house rule:
Today was the first time I was really faced with following through on our new house rule:
"When it's time, it's time!"
Stephen left for his early morning meetings at 6:20...I was still "sleeping" although the noisy kids that were already awake made that very difficult. I gave up and lumbered out of bed to reports of who hit whose eye and rebuttals (I have no idea if that's really how you spell it) on who started it by hitting or scratching or something along those lines. I immediately heard my Dad's voice singing, "There is beauty all around. Let us oft speak kind words to each other, especially to sister and brother." Yes, these are two completely different songs, but those are the two lines that were sung to us oh so many times growing up. I don't have any recollection of actually singing the second song till after we moved to Tucson when I was 13. I will never forget the day I was sitting in Sacrament meeting and that was one of the songs for the day. To this day I don't like either of those songs. Anyway, we started singing and all of a sudden I realized I was singing different words than the rest of the congregation. HE'D MADE UP THE WHOLE ESPECIALLY TO BROTHER AND SISTER PART! But I digress....
These boys are lucky that Dad got up before me because my Sunday rule is no breakfast till you're completely dressed and ready to walk out the door for church. I say they're lucky because Dad had already fed them. Lincoln and I got showered and ate by 7:30. At 7:50 I gave each of the older boys their Sunday clothes for today. At 8:15 I reminded them that when it was time to leave for church they were going in whatever they were wearing. They continued with their games of hide-n-seek, building pillow forts, fist fights, and NOT putting any Sunday clothes on. Lincoln and I were good little people and were all dressed and ready to go by 8:30. At 8:45 I gathered all the shirts, socks, shoes, and ties into a little backpack because I figured Stephen would want to finish dressing them. Well, along came 8:50 (remember that's the absolute latest we can leave and be close to on time) and I announced it was time to load up and get buckles on. I got a couple, "I'm not dressed" and "I'm still half naked" comments. I reminded them that when it's time to go we're gonna leave. So, the little half naked critters went to the van and got buckled. Gabriel was lucky his shirt was on but not buttoned so he was able to finish that up during the drive.
Garrett was very quiet there in his booster seat wearing nothing but his Sunday pants. As I pulled into the parking lot I hear, "Well, I couldn't get dressed because Gabriel was bothering me." It had sunk in that he was at church with very little on.
I gave Stephen the backpack of clothes and excused myself for a little cry/laugh. I was crying because, really had we gotten to this point? Are my kids really this out of control? How can I possibly suck this bad and parenting? How the heck do I get through to the them that just because Dad's not home they can't turn into naughty, psycho terrors? And, the fact that I didn't want to get dressed and go anywhere, I was not excited about subbing with the Sunbeams, I'm miserable at church because it's so flaming HOT every Sunday, and it feels like years since church has provided the edification that makes it worth all the effort of getting there. I was teetering on the brink...
I was laughing because really who takes their kids out in public like that? It's not like I was on the way to Wal-Mart where you can get away with that kind of stuff. What kind of mother doesn't even have the decency to fully clothe her kids before church? And last but not least, their state of dress in combination with the facial expressions was just darn funny. If it'd been someone else's kids I would have been laughing without the crying. But somehow it never seems to be someone else's kids, they're mine and this circus that seems to follow us everywhere is getting exhausting.
No one likes the eye of judgment burning a hole through them. Our ward has just have an insane rash of new people move in. Just Great. Anyone that's been around a while knows we're trying with these kids but I'm not naive or stupid either. I'm exactly the kind of mom that people look at and think, "man why doesn't she discipline or something." I hate that. I can see that all too often it looks like these kids are running the show. I can't tell you how many times other moms of all girls or all girls and one boy have given me advice on how to "just tell them to do it" or "you just need to teach them to do it". It makes me want to scratch their eyes out. Don't you think I've thought of that one? We really are trying with all our might...we just happen to be failing at the moment. I did have a couple people who know how crazy these kids are check in with me later to make sure I was alright. Which also means my state of mind was pretty obvious too. Fun times.
Sorry no picture, although I do have one burned in my memory that will make me laugh...someday...maybe...I hope.
I'm done with the fighting and power struggles. I'm not going to fight with a 4 and 6 year old. They can listen and obey or they can live with the consequences. If they don't learn at this age that Mom and Dad aren't joking I don't even want to think about the teen years. We now tell them what needs to be done and they can choose to do it or not and live with the consequences.
Stephen left for his early morning meetings at 6:20...I was still "sleeping" although the noisy kids that were already awake made that very difficult. I gave up and lumbered out of bed to reports of who hit whose eye and rebuttals (I have no idea if that's really how you spell it) on who started it by hitting or scratching or something along those lines. I immediately heard my Dad's voice singing, "There is beauty all around. Let us oft speak kind words to each other, especially to sister and brother." Yes, these are two completely different songs, but those are the two lines that were sung to us oh so many times growing up. I don't have any recollection of actually singing the second song till after we moved to Tucson when I was 13. I will never forget the day I was sitting in Sacrament meeting and that was one of the songs for the day. To this day I don't like either of those songs. Anyway, we started singing and all of a sudden I realized I was singing different words than the rest of the congregation. HE'D MADE UP THE WHOLE ESPECIALLY TO BROTHER AND SISTER PART! But I digress....
These boys are lucky that Dad got up before me because my Sunday rule is no breakfast till you're completely dressed and ready to walk out the door for church. I say they're lucky because Dad had already fed them. Lincoln and I got showered and ate by 7:30. At 7:50 I gave each of the older boys their Sunday clothes for today. At 8:15 I reminded them that when it was time to leave for church they were going in whatever they were wearing. They continued with their games of hide-n-seek, building pillow forts, fist fights, and NOT putting any Sunday clothes on. Lincoln and I were good little people and were all dressed and ready to go by 8:30. At 8:45 I gathered all the shirts, socks, shoes, and ties into a little backpack because I figured Stephen would want to finish dressing them. Well, along came 8:50 (remember that's the absolute latest we can leave and be close to on time) and I announced it was time to load up and get buckles on. I got a couple, "I'm not dressed" and "I'm still half naked" comments. I reminded them that when it's time to go we're gonna leave. So, the little half naked critters went to the van and got buckled. Gabriel was lucky his shirt was on but not buttoned so he was able to finish that up during the drive.
Garrett was very quiet there in his booster seat wearing nothing but his Sunday pants. As I pulled into the parking lot I hear, "Well, I couldn't get dressed because Gabriel was bothering me." It had sunk in that he was at church with very little on.
I gave Stephen the backpack of clothes and excused myself for a little cry/laugh. I was crying because, really had we gotten to this point? Are my kids really this out of control? How can I possibly suck this bad and parenting? How the heck do I get through to the them that just because Dad's not home they can't turn into naughty, psycho terrors? And, the fact that I didn't want to get dressed and go anywhere, I was not excited about subbing with the Sunbeams, I'm miserable at church because it's so flaming HOT every Sunday, and it feels like years since church has provided the edification that makes it worth all the effort of getting there. I was teetering on the brink...
I was laughing because really who takes their kids out in public like that? It's not like I was on the way to Wal-Mart where you can get away with that kind of stuff. What kind of mother doesn't even have the decency to fully clothe her kids before church? And last but not least, their state of dress in combination with the facial expressions was just darn funny. If it'd been someone else's kids I would have been laughing without the crying. But somehow it never seems to be someone else's kids, they're mine and this circus that seems to follow us everywhere is getting exhausting.
No one likes the eye of judgment burning a hole through them. Our ward has just have an insane rash of new people move in. Just Great. Anyone that's been around a while knows we're trying with these kids but I'm not naive or stupid either. I'm exactly the kind of mom that people look at and think, "man why doesn't she discipline or something." I hate that. I can see that all too often it looks like these kids are running the show. I can't tell you how many times other moms of all girls or all girls and one boy have given me advice on how to "just tell them to do it" or "you just need to teach them to do it". It makes me want to scratch their eyes out. Don't you think I've thought of that one? We really are trying with all our might...we just happen to be failing at the moment. I did have a couple people who know how crazy these kids are check in with me later to make sure I was alright. Which also means my state of mind was pretty obvious too. Fun times.
Sorry no picture, although I do have one burned in my memory that will make me laugh...someday...maybe...I hope.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
A Couple Kidisms
A couple weeks ago I was walking into school with Gabriel. We passed an Asian couple coming out speaking their language. Next thing I hear is Gabriel mimicking what he heard.
I quickly responded with an, "Uh-uh that is not ok."
Gabriel disagreed and responded with, "Well, she was doing it."
(Mommy duh moment) I explained that they were speaking another language and it sounds different than ours.
He said, "Oh, we shouldn't copy it?"
No, if you want to speak like them you'll just have to learn how to speak it right.
All was well.
On a family trip to Wal-Mart Gabriel found a string or something to play with.
Backseat Conversation
I quickly responded with an, "Uh-uh that is not ok."
Gabriel disagreed and responded with, "Well, she was doing it."
(Mommy duh moment) I explained that they were speaking another language and it sounds different than ours.
He said, "Oh, we shouldn't copy it?"
No, if you want to speak like them you'll just have to learn how to speak it right.
All was well.
On a family trip to Wal-Mart Gabriel found a string or something to play with.
Backseat Conversation
Gabriel: Oooh look it's a heart!!
Garrett: That looks like a love heart. EEWW Gross!!
The stores always run out of Halloween costumes in Gabriel's size so this year we beat the rush. I showed Gabriel the pictures Stephen sent to my phone and he picked the Ninja. I asked if he wanted the black or red ninja?
He answered, "The red one so you can find me at night." Now, that's some logic for ya.
Stephen brought it home with the swords and weapons that went with it. I can't say I'm super thrilled with all the sword fighting going on, but they are boys I guess.
Garrett: That looks like a love heart. EEWW Gross!!
The stores always run out of Halloween costumes in Gabriel's size so this year we beat the rush. I showed Gabriel the pictures Stephen sent to my phone and he picked the Ninja. I asked if he wanted the black or red ninja?
He answered, "The red one so you can find me at night." Now, that's some logic for ya.
Stephen brought it home with the swords and weapons that went with it. I can't say I'm super thrilled with all the sword fighting going on, but they are boys I guess.
The winner of all the sword fighting???
L I N C O L N
L I N C O L N
Garrett: Did Garbriel come out of yours tummy?
Me: Yes
Garrett: Did I come out of yours tummy?
Me: Yep, so did you.
Garrett: Did Lincoln come out of yours tummy?
Me: Yeah, Lincoln did too.
Garrett: Our baby sister is in your tummy?
Me: Yep, see how big it is.
Garrett: Will she come out of yours tummy?
Me: I hope so.
Garrett: Who's tummy did you come out of?
Me: Nanny's.
Garrett: Who's tummy did Dad come out of?
Me: Dora's.
Garrett: (slightly suspicious face because we don't know anyone named Dora) Who's Dora?
Me: The lady who's tummy Daddy came out of.
Garrett: Oh, OK! (And he was off and running...er I mean jumping again.)
*We'll see how long it takes him to figure out that Grandma Joclair is Dad's Mommy but Dad came out of Dora's tummy. {;-D
He also loves to talk about someday when he's a Mommy and has a baby in his tummy.
Me: Yes
Garrett: Did I come out of yours tummy?
Me: Yep, so did you.
Garrett: Did Lincoln come out of yours tummy?
Me: Yeah, Lincoln did too.
Garrett: Our baby sister is in your tummy?
Me: Yep, see how big it is.
Garrett: Will she come out of yours tummy?
Me: I hope so.
Garrett: Who's tummy did you come out of?
Me: Nanny's.
Garrett: Who's tummy did Dad come out of?
Me: Dora's.
Garrett: (slightly suspicious face because we don't know anyone named Dora) Who's Dora?
Me: The lady who's tummy Daddy came out of.
Garrett: Oh, OK! (And he was off and running...er I mean jumping again.)
*We'll see how long it takes him to figure out that Grandma Joclair is Dad's Mommy but Dad came out of Dora's tummy. {;-D
He also loves to talk about someday when he's a Mommy and has a baby in his tummy.
Mariah Logic...
I went in for my check up this last week. They put me on the scale and I took note that I've hit the top weight I'm allowed to hit during pregnancy. I picked a nice weight that is within the healthy pregnancy weight gain range and then decided that I'm N O T A L L O W E D to go over it...ever.
REASON 1 for her to come.
Then the nurse took my blood pressure, 120/70. That's not high according to a large majority of the world, but I'm always at 90/60. 120/70ish are the kind of numbers I start hitting right before giving birth.
REASON 2 for her to come.
The doctor came in and said all my tests, weight, and blood pressure looked good. "Hmphf!" I thought. He reviewed once more how to treat the anemia that I've developed with this little Monkey Wrench. I had hoped that iron supplements would help the weak feeling I get after I move. It's seriously ridiculous; I get up and walk across the house and my legs feel like I just ran a race. I can assure you that there is no running going on around here. :-) I seem to always have a completely exhausted, wiped out feeling in all my muscles. I've noticed an ever so little improvement since starting iron.
He then measured my B I G belly. While doing that he asked if this was a very active baby. I explained that this baby is very quiet...honestly it's kept me paranoid. She's gotten better about checking in with me a few times a day and letting me know all is well. She's kinda like a lava lamp. On the few occasions she moves during the day it's slow and mellow. His comment?? That's because she putting all her energy into growing. I didn't think much about it till he explained, I'm at 34 weeks but measuring 37 weeks (that would be full term size).
He then measured my B I G belly. While doing that he asked if this was a very active baby. I explained that this baby is very quiet...honestly it's kept me paranoid. She's gotten better about checking in with me a few times a day and letting me know all is well. She's kinda like a lava lamp. On the few occasions she moves during the day it's slow and mellow. His comment?? That's because she putting all her energy into growing. I didn't think much about it till he explained, I'm at 34 weeks but measuring 37 weeks (that would be full term size).
REASON 3 for her to come.
I questioned if it was actually her or if I was just getting fat...I'm acutely aware of how many chocolate milk shakes I've downed in an effort to reduce nausea. Every time I'm feeling crappy a chocolate shake makes it better. He said that it was indeed her not me. He told me to plan on over 9 pounds. Uh...um...NO, that would be bad. Just because I got Lincoln out at 8.3 doesn't mean I'm shootin' to see how big I can go. He said if she's still measuring that big in 2 weeks he'll send me in for a sonogram to see what's up and make sure she doesn't get so big she'll get stuck.
Speaking of getting stuck. I'm only taking 2 weeks off of work; which means I can't go giving birth to a one year old that's gonna tear me up and make recovery long and painful. It just cannot happen. Garrett was the smallest at 7.4 and his birth and recovery was fabulous. He came right out with a couple pushes, didn't do any damage to me, and I could sit and move comfortably within the week after he arrived. (My emotional state is another story entirely.) I need a small baby, and smooth delivery, in order to pull off the rest of this semester.
Speaking of getting stuck. I'm only taking 2 weeks off of work; which means I can't go giving birth to a one year old that's gonna tear me up and make recovery long and painful. It just cannot happen. Garrett was the smallest at 7.4 and his birth and recovery was fabulous. He came right out with a couple pushes, didn't do any damage to me, and I could sit and move comfortably within the week after he arrived. (My emotional state is another story entirely.) I need a small baby, and smooth delivery, in order to pull off the rest of this semester.
REASON 4 for her to come.
We finally get a girl and apparently football is in her future...I'm thinking linewoman.
REASON 5 for her to come.
It's dad gum stinkin' H O T still (like well over the 100 mark) and I'm sick of sweltering. It makes me grumpy you know. The summer will never end so that leads me to...
REASON 6 for her to come.
My maternity work clothes are starting to get pretty tight and will look absolutely ridiculous very soon. I'm NOT going to buy bigger ones (although I'd like to find another Sunday dress) just for the last month so obviously there's...
REASON 7 for her to come.
I'm only 34 weeks and her lungs are obviously not ready to meet the world....
And that's a great big REASON for her not to come. This one beats them all.
There you have it** Mariah Logic** can give you all kinds of reasons for her to come, but in the end she's just not ready yet. {sigh} I'll go climb in the wah-m-bulance that just pulled up to take me away. Maybe she'll have genius lungs that are advanced for her age and be ready to make a little bit of an early entrance.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Neighbors
All of our neighbors are retired...on all sides of our house. They were a little worried when we initially moved in because we had a bunch of college guys helping us move our treasures. Once they realized we were newlyweds and it would only be the two of us living here I think they were relieved.
We all lived a quiet, nice little life of retirees and never home full time employees. They were and still are all friendly, with the exception of one that was recently rude so I've decided I don't like him anymore, and would ask how we were doing and always wave. Stephen has helped several of them with moving heavy things, etc. We had a great quiet little end of our street.
Then...
We brought home our screeching Gabriel. I felt bad leaving doors and windows open during swamp cooler season because I was worried all the neighbors would be bothered by the crying. They were all still nice to us anyway. The cute couple that lives right across the street from us are especially nice. They are a fun, super social, couple from New York. They've brought a cute little gift over after each of the boys arrived and send little Christmas gifts for the boys. Really we hit the jackpot with having them for neighbors, it's like the kids have a 3rd set of grandparents. Lincoln even waves and jabbers at them when he sees them. *Just a side note the wife has mentioned how bad she felt for me after Gabriel was born because she could hear him crying all the time. She said, "I told ---(husband) that baby must have awful colic or something with all the crying." So, I learned my concern that all the neighbors would hear the constant crying was valid. :-/ They still love us... and Gabriel...so all is well.
Recently, the husband came over for something. They hadn't noticed my ever expanding girth yet. He looked at my big ol' belly and exclaimed, "Whoa, what's that?" We kinda laughed and said it's what was planned for next April. He laughed, slapped Stephen on the shoulder and said, "Ha you dirty old man!!" It was hilarious! I wish I'd had a camera to catch Stephen's expression.
I still feel like the noisy intruders on our quiet end of the street. Now all the neighbors have to listen to the boys squabble and their mom yell at them. I'm sure it's a lovely thing for their golden years. We're working on bringing calm to the house and yard....for the benefit of all those in the surrounding areas. :-)
We all lived a quiet, nice little life of retirees and never home full time employees. They were and still are all friendly, with the exception of one that was recently rude so I've decided I don't like him anymore, and would ask how we were doing and always wave. Stephen has helped several of them with moving heavy things, etc. We had a great quiet little end of our street.
Then...
We brought home our screeching Gabriel. I felt bad leaving doors and windows open during swamp cooler season because I was worried all the neighbors would be bothered by the crying. They were all still nice to us anyway. The cute couple that lives right across the street from us are especially nice. They are a fun, super social, couple from New York. They've brought a cute little gift over after each of the boys arrived and send little Christmas gifts for the boys. Really we hit the jackpot with having them for neighbors, it's like the kids have a 3rd set of grandparents. Lincoln even waves and jabbers at them when he sees them. *Just a side note the wife has mentioned how bad she felt for me after Gabriel was born because she could hear him crying all the time. She said, "I told ---(husband) that baby must have awful colic or something with all the crying." So, I learned my concern that all the neighbors would hear the constant crying was valid. :-/ They still love us... and Gabriel...so all is well.
Recently, the husband came over for something. They hadn't noticed my ever expanding girth yet. He looked at my big ol' belly and exclaimed, "Whoa, what's that?" We kinda laughed and said it's what was planned for next April. He laughed, slapped Stephen on the shoulder and said, "Ha you dirty old man!!" It was hilarious! I wish I'd had a camera to catch Stephen's expression.
I still feel like the noisy intruders on our quiet end of the street. Now all the neighbors have to listen to the boys squabble and their mom yell at them. I'm sure it's a lovely thing for their golden years. We're working on bringing calm to the house and yard....for the benefit of all those in the surrounding areas. :-)
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