Aug
18th
2010
I hit the 12 week mark last Saturday, which basically means I was able to start breathing again for the first time in 3 months. They say you’re supposed to be in somewhat of a safe zone after you make it to 12 weeks, so I’ve pretty much been fist pumping my way through the first half of this week. Huuuuge sigh of relief.
(I promise I’m normally quite jolly and do smile with my teeth on occasion.)
So yes, I was feeling great until yesterday morning. I went to the bathroom and –MEN, LOOK AWAY NOW– I noticed I was having a little bit of a bleeding problem. HELLO. Cue the pregnant woman hysterics. And this happened, seriously, 10 minutes after I posted this little bit of joy on Twitter:
I knew I wasn’t imagining those flutters, but what perfect timing mother nature has, right? I was a confused, terrified, blubbering mess, wondering if those were the first and last little movements I’d ever feel from this baby. So. Many. Tears.
My nurse was able to get me in a few hours later, did a check up of my lady business and said everything looked pretty normal, but that I do need to be taking it easy for a while. That’s all I will say for fear of making you all gag and run for the hills, but just know I’m fine.
She also listened for the baby’s heartbeat and COULDN’T FREAKING FIND IT, so naturally, there was more crying. I was sent to get an ultrasound, which normally means !!!!!!!!!BABY!!!!!!!!!!!, but this time was more like …!?…!????:(
I held my breath as the ultrasound tech started working, and again, started crying when I saw this sweet thing do a big jump:
Baby #2 is just fine. Thank God.
Categories: Me Being Pregnant Personal Pregnancy #2
Aug
16th
2010
Last month I invited you to take a peek into my joyous little world of raising a toddler. Meaning, not really all that joyous. Meaning, quite the opposite. Meaning, MY HELL.
Here’s another example for you.
(Please ignore the blurriness and the obvious fact that I haven’t mopped the floor in two weeks.)
It’s a tutu, for crying out loud. How can you be any sort of angry while wearing a tutu? I’d wear one every day if it was socially acceptable.
I know my family is looking at this and thinking to themselves, “Poor little baby. She’s so mistreated. What did Morgan do to her to upset her this time?!?” Well, I’ll tell you.
Me: Maddie, let’s put on your new tutu!
Maddie *slap-punch-giggle-run away*
Me: Madeline. Let’s put on your tutu.
Maddie: GOOGDLE! (this translates to “noodle”)
Me: We’ll watch Elmo and Mr. Noodle* later. Let’s put on your new tutu and get you some juice.
Maddie: JOOOOCE! JOOOOCE! GOOGDLE! JOOOOCE!
Me: *wrestles with 30lb child to get new tutu up and around kicking legs*
Maddie: JOOOOCE! *runs into kitchen, stands by refrigerator for 2 seconds, makes it known that juice has not been poured quickly enough*
See above photo.
*Mr. Noodle is by far, the creepiest part of Sesame Street. Nightmare inducing, even. I have a post dedicated to him, but I’m thinking of saving it for Halloween.
Categories: Me Being a Mom Personal
Aug
12th
2010
First things first. A few weeks back I wrote a post about angry pregnant women wanting to kill you. A little harsh. I think I may have angered some pregnant women and also terrified the rest of you in the process. I PROMISE on my shoe collection that I will never harm a hair on your pretty little heads if you say anything about my baby/pregnancy/gas belly (because again, we know that all it really is at this point). It was all in fun, but I still want to say I’m sorry to the nice pregnant ladies and to everyone else who may be hiding from me under their couches at this very moment. xo
Now let’s get to business.
I have an ultrasound today and there’s a possibility I may see a penis nub. You know how much this concerns me. Still, I’m really excited about being able to see the baby again because last time I was only able to get 2 ultrasounds the entire pregnancy and it was really disappointing. Pregnant ladies love their ultrasounds. It’s true.
Symptoms this week:
- More barfing. Actually, I should be clear about this… it’s not actual throwing up and more like just a chronic case of the dry heaves, which I fully believe was something conjured up by an evil witch doctor who lives in the swamps. There’s no satisfaction of a job well done or even a flush! Just a lot of disturbing sounds coming out of your mouth.
- Terrible, horrible, no good, very bad skin.
- Ravenous hunger and odd cravings. Most people know I’m weird about my meats. Like, I basically only eat white meat chicken after it’s been dissected and I know for sure it has nothing questionable in it. I found a vein once and… let’s just not discuss my reaction. Anyway, I’ve been craving roast beef. I DON’T DO BEEF.
- Sexy dreams involving ugly actors I am in no way attracted to in a conscious state. I’ve been debating on whether to take you all there and I’m not quite sure I (or my family who reads my blog) would be all that comfortable with it, so for now I’ll just leave it to your imagination. (Skeet Ulrich. JUST NO.)
- I love you, Justin.
Tags: 11 weeks pregnant cravings pregnancy skeet ulrich is not my cup of tea symptoms Categories: Me Being Pregnant Personal Pregnancy #2
Aug
09th
2010
Maddie has grown up so fast and is now entering the little girl stage (sob), so I wanted to start incorporating some new colors into her room to make it less babyish. There is a lot of light pink and white already, so I picked some pretty blues and greens out of my ever-growing paper scrap collection and made a super simple paper garland. I think it’s a good start!
Supplies
- Scrapbook paper in coordinating colors/patterns
- Thin twine (found in the gift wrap section at Michael’s)
- Scrapbook Punch (I used one with a scalloped edge and a smaller circle, but you can always just cut them out by hand, old school)
- Glue
Use your scrapbook punches to make several circles of various sizes and colors. This was so easy, Maddie helped me. Seriously.
Set the punched paper circles out so you know what you have and decide what kind of a pattern you want to use for your garland. I ended up alternating the cut outs by big-small-big-small, but you can really do whatever you want and it will still turn out to be quite adorable. (My OCD took control in the above photo. You really don’t have to stack them in neat little piles… Don’t mind me.)
For each little piece, you’re going to need two matching circles. You simply sandwich the twine between the two cut outs and hold them together with a dab of glue in the center. I really hope that makes sense. It’s a lot easier to do than it is to explain!
Keep sandwiching and gluing until your garland has reached the desired length. Voila!
Tack it to a plain wall for some added cheer, hang it above your bed, use it to wrap a gift, drape several strands across the ceiling to decorate for a party… and on and on and on. Have fun with it!
Tags: crafting diy garland girl's room paper crafts tutorial twine Categories: DIYs and Tutorials Me Being Crafty Personal
Aug
09th
2010
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Have you ever been dumped without any warning at all? Without even a hint as to what you did or said to make this person not like you anymore? I have. Many times.
Me: Butbutbut… please just tell me what I did!
Dumper: Morgan, it’s over. Just let it be.
Me: We had so many good times! Remember that one time I made you LOL IRL? I can be funny, see? Just please give me another chance… I can be better for you, I promise!
Dumper: *silence*
Me: Wait! I CAN CHAAAAAAANGE!!
I’m actually not referring to past boyfriends. This pathetic scenario actually plays out for me each and every morning when I check my email. It’s the same thing every time…
I have a new message waiting for me. I go back and forth trying to decide whether to read it or not because I already know how it’s going to end and it’s not going to be pretty. Curiosity always wins the battle. I hold my breath. I read the message. It has a list of names. I scan through them and am baffled. What? My super deep and exciting thoughts about pregnancy puking, rude co-workers and Starbucks purchases aren’t exciting enough for these people!?
And then I may or may not shed a tear and go write in my diary. With glitter gel pens.
So for those of you who haven’t yet been lovingly kissed atop the head by Satan himself, let me introduce you to Qwitter. It’s a sweet little program that finds out who unfollows you on Twitter and promptly tells you about it FIRST THING IN THE MORNING. I know, isn’t that a great way to start the day? Finding out who would rather read the things John Mayer blabs about than your dull stuff? It’s way better than Wheaties!
I know it’s really not that big of a deal, considering I know about 10% of my Twitter followers in person, but STILL. sads.
Tags: qwitter twitter Categories: Me Being Crazy Personal
