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  • Tuesday, February 28, 2006

    Six Pounds Later...

    I had my OB/GYN appointment after work yesterday and, as usual, all is well. Hubby had his physical therapy appointment, too, and surprised me by coming to my doctor visit after he was done. I had no idea he'd show up, but he did and it was great to have him there. Baby Jack was being taken care of by my Dad, so we knew they were having a great time together.

    Six pounds...yep, that's how much I gained in the last two weeks! That's almost half of the weight I've gained with this entire pregnancy, so far. (I had gone in for my first OB appointment when I was 15 weeks pregnant and have only gained eleven pounds since, but I know I put on about five before I'd even seen my OB, bringing my total pregnancy weight gain to about fifteen or sixteen pounds, so far.) I don't know how the hell that happened, but my doctor just smiled when he saw the figure. Everything is going well; my blood pressure is awesome; there's no sugar or protein in my urine; the baby is measuring exactly where he/she should be. I have to get some blood work done before my next appointment, to check for anemia and AIDS. They made it a state law in Illinois as of this year that every pregnant woman has to have an AIDS test; even though I had one a year ago when I was pregnant with Jack, I still have to get it. That's fine with me, though.

    My next appointment is on St. Patrick's Day, for which I will take the day off from work with good reason. I have a 9 a.m. visit and Jack has a 10 a.m. visit with his NEW PEDIATRICIAN who's just down the hall from my OB/GYN. I changed Jack's doctor last Friday because I don't want him seeing Dr. Dipshit anymore, plus I feel better with a pediatrician for him, instead of a family practice doctor. And, of course, the new baby will automatically have him as a pediatrician, as well, so there will be no Dr. Dipshit for my children ever again. Hooray!

    So, all is well here in Eatmiseryland. Today is Paczki (pronounced POONCH-key) Day (or Fat Tuesday to you non-Polish blog readers), so bring on the jelly donuts. I'm eating for two, so I can use the extra pounds (heh)! Last year, Baby Jack was born on Paczki Day, earning the nickname "Paczki Baby" from my Gram. And guess what he had for breakfast this morning...

    ...A STRAWBERRY PACZKI! That's my boy!

    Monday, February 27, 2006

    My Husband Says He'll Never Be President...


    Hubby says that there's never, ever been a bald President of the United States. See for yourself. Yeah, some have had receding hairlines, but none of them have ever been bald. THAT'S why he'll never be President.

    And that's why Dick Cheney will never be President, either. (Thank goodness!)

    Sunday, February 26, 2006

    My Daddy Loves Me...

    This morning, I told my Father I "had a dream" (hint, hint) that he'd brought me deep fried shrimp and fish chips for lunch from my favorite place. So, what did he do?

    He came over for lunch with just that, even though he had a million other things he had to do today. AND he put Baby Jack to sleep for his nap while I ate my lunch.

    I love my Daddy. It's just like him to go and do something like this for me, too. He must love me a whole lot. And I don't think I'll ever grow out of being a "Daddy's Little Girl." My Dad is the best!

    *Sniff, sniff, sigh*

    Saturday, February 25, 2006

    Is This What I Should Expect?...

    Do you think my son will do this to the new baby when he/she is born?


    Friday, February 24, 2006

    In Utero Acrobatics...

    I was awake a lot last night, but not because of Baby Jack. He slept very well, actually. Imagine that! The baby in utero kept me awake for much of last night and I didn't sleep well at all. I don't remember that ever happening when I was pregnant with Jack. Yeah, I'd go pee ten times a night, but I don't remember his fetal frenzies ever literally waking me up from a deep sleep. Every single time I got up, I went to the bathroom only because I couldn't understand why I was awake. I kept thinking, "Well, maybe I just have to go pee." So I'd go, only to be awakened by kicks and breakdancing spins shortly thereafter. This is a very active baby.

    I don't mind the night dancing so much because it was the one thing I missed the most once I wasn't pregnant anymore. I'm just not used to it. This baby is just making sure that I never forget the connection we have. There's no other feeling in the world like having a life growing inside of you. A Mother eats for her baby, sleeps with her baby, and dreams about her baby before anyone else ever gets a chance to bond. The baby goes everywhere the Mother goes, protected from the rest of the world by thick layers of love and flesh. No one knows their baby like a Mother does. I know I will miss these kicks once the baby is born. I will miss them a lot, to the point where it will make me cry later, just like I did once Jack was born. I recall missing Jack's kicks so much that my heart hurt and I longed for them for weeks after he was born. I truly love being pregnant.

    On another note, I'm leaving work early today because Hubby has physical therapy for his back. I'm leaving in time to get paid for a full day, anyway, so I don't care about work today. I'm only here for a little while, so I'm not stressing out about the amount of book reports due today that the students DIDN'T turn in.

    I wish I'd slept better last night, but the in utero acrobatics are a good reason to be awake. It's better than being awake because Jack won't sleep. And I was the only one affected by the nighttime belly ballet, so it was kind of nice, in a weird way, to have that "alone" time with The Fetus. It won't be much longer now, so rather than be upset about not sleeping well last night, I'm going to be happy that my body was used as a dance hall, instead.

    And, no...I didn't have any wasabi at dinner. This baby just wanted to tango. Heh...

    Oh...and by the way, my pal Paul (a.k.a. The Hollywood Bigshot) has used one of my ideas for his blog today...and you'll never guess what it's about: People Who Take the Last Piece of Everything. Very Entertaining; and you know how I feel about THAT. You need to stop by his blog to have a look. Thanks for the link, Paul!

    Thursday, February 23, 2006


    I feel big. I know I'm big...bigger than I was with Jack a year ago, but I've gained much less weight this time around. I don't know if that even makes any sense. With Jack, I gained 47 pounds total; with this baby, I've only gained about 15, so far, and I'm halfway through my seventh month already. I feel like I'm moving much slower now. I have ten more weeks to go, but it feels like the last month right now. I'm pooped.

    I've gotten my shit together for my maternity leave, as far as work is concerned. I didn't do lesson plans for it like last year, but I did leave an outline of what needs to be covered. I also put together handouts that the kids will get with each lesson. That's as far as I'll go this time. It's just too much to do, plus I don't have to do it at all. I choose to do it. Legally, I can just go on leave and let my replacement figure it all out, but I'm just not like that. I sometimes wish I were lazier when it comes to work.

    All I have to do is fill out and send in my paperwork for my maternity leave. Then, the rest will come naturally. I'm hoping to finish out April, but I don't know how that will all play out. It all depends on how soon this baby wants to make its appearance. My due date is May 4th. Finishing out April is cutting it close for me, but I can use the paychecks since I won't be getting any while I'm gone. Spring Break is the second week of April. The following week is light because of Report Card Day. If I can get through that third week, I'll be happy. The last week of April is just gravy, as far as I'm concerned. I'd rather just complete the Report Card Day and stay home after that. Let fourth quarter be someone else's problem. I'll need all the rest I can get because I won't be getting any once Baby #2 comes!

    I'm pooped, like I said. I feel big. And I still have ten more weeks to go, at that. Yeesh. I guess I should post another belly pic soon. No stretch marks...yet. I'm still waiting...I just know this one's going to be different.

    I've got a million thoughts running through my head. Will I deliver without the need for an emergency C-section? Will the baby latch right away when I breastfeed? Will I get to hold the baby right away, unlike last time? Will I labor for 48 hours like last time? Will I get the dreaded episiotomy or hemorrhoids? Can I do this? How will I handle two babies, fifteen months apart? What will I do when my husband finally has to go back to work and I have to be alone with two infants? Will I go crazy? Will I get PPD? How will I be able to handle two dogs and two babies? When will I get to have a beer finally?

    You name it. It's running through my head. Yeah, I guess we could've waited on Baby #2, but neither one of us is getting any younger and I'd like three children. I want to be able to enjoy them while I'm still somewhat young. I like the idea of my kids being so close in age. The next one (hopefully) will have to come a few years down the road. I don't really want to be pregnant again next year. In fact, I've calculated that I've spent parts of 2004, 2005, and 2006 in the gestational state. I think I can wait a little while before I do this again. Knowing my luck, I'll get buff again and wind up pregnant shortly thereafter. It's kismet.

    Breathe. I know... Breathe. If only I could remember HOW to... You know, you never remember anything from those childbirth classes, anyway. And every time you have a child, you lose part of your brain. When I had Jack last year, I think I lost the part of my brain that told me how to breathe.


    Wednesday, February 22, 2006

    Just For The Ladies...

    Some "dumb man" humor I just couldn't resist sharing with you...No offense to men...

    One day my housework-challenged husband decided to wash his sweatshirt. Seconds after he stepped into the laundry room, he shouted to me, "What setting do I use on the washing machine?" "It depends," I replied. "What does it say on your shirt?" He yelled back, "University of Oklahoma." And they say blondes are dumb...

    A couple is lying in bed. The man says, "I am going to make you the
    happiest woman in the world." The woman replies, "I'll miss you.."

    "It's just too hot to wear clothes today," Jack says as he stepped out of
    the shower, "honey, what do you think the neighbors would think if I
    mowed the lawn like this?" "Probably that I married you for your money," she replied.

    He said - Shall we try swapping positions tonight?
    She said - That's a good idea... you stand by the ironing board while I sit on the sofa and fart.

    Q: What do you call an intelligent, good looking, sensitive man?
    A: A rumor

    A man and his wife, now in their 60's, were celebrating their 40th
    wedding anniversary. On their special day a good fairy came to them and said
    that because they had been so good that each one of them could have one wish. The
    wife wished for a trip around the world with her husband. Whoosh! Immediately she had airline/cruise tickets in her hands. The man wished for a female companion 30 years younger...Whoosh...immediately he turned ninety!!! Gotta love that fairy!

    A PRAYER....
    Dear Lord,
    I pray for Wisdom to understand my man;
    Love to forgive him;
    And Patience for his moods.
    Because, Lord, if I pray for Strength, I'll beat him to death.

    Q: Why do little boys whine?
    A: They are practicing to be men.

    Q: What do you call a handcuffed man?
    A: Trustworthy.

    Q: What does it mean when a man is in your bed gasping for breath and
    calling your name?
    A: You did not hold the pillow down long enough.

    Q: Why do female black widow spiders kill their males after mating?
    A: To stop the snoring before it starts.

    Q: Why do men whistle when they are sitting on the toilet?
    A: It helps them remember which end they need to wipe.

    Q: What is the difference between men and women?
    A: A woman wants one man to satisfy her every need. A man wants every
    to satisfy his one need.

    Q: How do you keep your husband from reading your e-mail?
    A: Rename the mail folder "Instruction Manuals."

    Tuesday, February 21, 2006

    Pandora's Box?...

    I've seen this done on a number of blogs lately and figured I'd give it a shot, too. I can't believe I'm doing this, but...what the hell?

    Which words do you associate with me? Click on five words that you feel describe me and put your name in the box at the bottom so I know who thinks what. Don't worry...I won't retaliate.

    Do I ask for punishment or what? Heh...

    Monday, February 20, 2006

    A Tender Moment Captured...

    My Mom and Baby Jack have a very special relationship. They each know what the other is thinking. This is one of my favorite photos because it warms my heart every single time I look at it. Posted by Picasa

    Sunday, February 19, 2006

    Isn't She Lovely?...

    Blondie was the maid of honor at her best friend's wedding on Friday night. She's so beautiful. AND she looks hot in red. I love my niece. Posted by Picasa

    I posted this picture yesterday, but kept having trouble with Blogger. When I went to my blog today, I noticed the picture was gone. So, I've posted it again, with the hopes that Blogger will get its shit together and I won't have to keep looking to see if it has disappeared again. I must've posted it twenty times yesterday. Why it was disappearing, I don't know. I do know, however, that it IS on there now and I hope I don't have anymore trouble with Blogger today. There must've been some sort of technical glitch or something because when I'd go to my Blogger dashboard, it wouldn't even show up that I posted. Yesterday's post wouldn't even take any comments, so it was one headache after another. Oh, well. Blondie's up there now and she looks wonderful. She cleans up nicely, if you ask me.

    I hope your Sunday is a good one. I'm staying in my jammies today, and so will Baby Jack. It's too cold here to do anything that requires movement outside. I'm off tomorrow because it's a school holiday, so I'm going to enjoy the hell out of my three-day weekend (again!).

    Have a great day!

    Friday, February 17, 2006

    Little Slices Of Death...

    Edgar Allan Poe once said, "Sleep...Little slices of death, how I loathe them." I feel the exact opposite of that statement today. I don't feel that sleep is equal to death, nor do I hate it. I'm just grateful I was able to get some sleep last night!

    Jack slept just fine last night, from 10 p.m. until 7:15 a.m. He stayed in his crib all night, as well. I'm beginning to think my baby has a borderline personality disorder. This "I hate you...don't leave me" stuff is for the birds. One minute he's a cuddly little monster who can't get close enough to me; the next minute he's pushing me away like I'm the plague.

    I'm sure he's just making adjustments to the new sleeping arrangements. I'm also pretty sure he's discovering yet another new trick to entertain us with (and stop our hearts in the process)...climbing! He's been climbing over the poor dog for a week now, every time he sees her lying on the floor. Last night, he started climbing over ME! And, boy, is he good at it! I'm so glad we have sturdy baby gates at all our stairways!

    Before he went to bed last night, I gave him a dose of infant Tylenol and put some Baby Orajel on his nummy, just in case teething is an issue. He slept so damn well, too. And the whole house can live in harmony now.

    Everybody knows that when the Mama's not happy, nobody in the rest of the house is going to be happy, either. That's the rule.

    Hopefully, tonight will be a good night, too. I'll keep my fingers crossed. If it isn't, that's okay because I have another three-day weekend. Monday is President's Day, so I can catch up on sleep if I need to. I love three-day weekends. We should have them all the time.

    Thursday, February 16, 2006

    Two Things On My Mind...

    There are two things on my mind today:

    1.) If you really want to put your marriage to the ultimate test, have a kid who won't sleep at night. You and your spouse will learn very quickly how much or how little you can tolerate each other. Right now, I'm hoping that Baby Jack and I are sleeping when Hubby comes home, just so I don't have to have any contact with him today. I really don't even want to go home at all today. Here we go again.

    Yeah...that's where we are right now. Jack had slept four wonderful, heavenly nights in his crib once we put it in our room last Friday night. Now, however, he has decided he doesn't want to sleep his crib...or in our bed. I feel that he's just now figured out that the crib sleeping arrangement is permanent and his reaction (staying up all fucking night, two nights in a row) is just a period of adjustment for him. Either that, or I'm reading his cues wrong. It could be teething; it could be that he's on the cusp of something new; it could be that he's so excited about knowing how to walk that he wants to walk even in the middle of the night; it could be anything. My instinct, however, tells me that he's just adjusting to the new sleeping arrangement and I'm going with my gut on this one.

    Tell that to my husband, who thinks I'm wrong, wrong, wrong and that my little "experiment with the crib in our bedroom" isn't working anymore (just because it's been a rough two nights; what the hell will he do when there's two babies just a few months from now? Then again, that's my fault, too.). To be honest, I think we were spoiled by those four glorious nights of blissful slumber. I knew there had to be a catch. It couldn't possibly be so easy. Hubby, on the other hand, is basically blaming me for why this child doesn't want to sleep and I'm so sick of hearing it. I've learned that parenting is never 50-50. It's 80-20, at best, with the Mother being the heavy. Last night, Hubby and Jack slept in the spare room, but it wasn't until 4-fucking-a.m.

    I guess I better get used to it. It's always the Mama's fault, right? I have three words for my husband today, and they're NOT "I love you."

    2.) On a brighter note, Madman has put my picture and bio on his blog and has voted for me to be Ms. Blogger 2006. Cast your vote because I'm such a hottie. It'll make me feel better today. Plus, it just might make me forget that I can count on one hand how many hours I've slept in the last forty-eight. I work full-time as a teacher to eighth-graders AND I'm seven months pregnant AND I have a husband who thinks he's supportive, but he's really not. I come home from work and I still have to "work" with my baby. It's not like it's playtime the minute I get home. Hubby doesn't even get home until after 9 p.m. Then again, being a Mother isn't considered "work" according to people who have penises, is it? Kill. Me. Now.

    Can I please have that "easy" button now?

    Wednesday, February 15, 2006

    Now THAT'S Love...

    Last Saturday, my niece Blondie was getting ready for a bachelorette party for her girlfriend. Hubby was at the dinner table eating; Jack was walking around; and I was just sitting on the couch at the time. She came up the stairs in her outfit that she was intending on wearing, checking herself out in the dining room mirror. Her blouse was pretty, but her jeans were way too tight. She asked me how she looked. I told her she couldn't possibly go out wearing those pants. She wanted to know why, of course.

    I replied, "You can't wear those jeans because you have camel toe!"

    She laughed so hard she almost peed herself and my husband almost spit out his dinner. He couldn't believe that I would actually say that to her. My response?

    "I will NOT let her go out of this house and be the girl everyone points at and laughs about because she has camel toe!"

    Needless to say, after we laughed our heads off, Blondie changed her pants and left the house without camel toe.

    MORAL OF THE STORY: If you can't tell someone you love that their jeans give them camel toe, who will tell them that?

    Tuesday, February 14, 2006

    Today Is Graduation Picture Day...

    ...and you know what that means.

    It means that most (at least 90%) of the girls are dressed like whores (and dressed by their own mothers, nonetheless) and the boys are hiding their hard-ons with their suit jackets. Ewwww........

    These girls cannot walk in the very high heels they are wearing, nor can they fill out the tops on their halter dresses. They also don't know how to sit while wearing a dress. Their outfits are way too tight, way too short, and way too revealing.

    Oh. My. God. I sound like a Mom. Could it be because I am a Mom and I would never, ever let my own daughter leave the house looking like someone who's paid to have sex?!

    Is it possible that a hoochie mama can raise a daughter who isn't a hoochie mama? Or will these apples continue to fall not far from the trees who bore them, begetting more and more hoochie mamas over the hundreds, maybe thousands, of centuries to come? Is it really possible for there to be so many stupid "mothers" who allow their daughters to borrow their "clubbing clothes" for graduation picture day?

    Not only am I sickened by the number of thongs I'm seeing in the halls on these 13-, 14-, and 15-year-old girls, I'm also very afraid for them and what their futures hold for them.

    Something tells me I'm witnessing the downfall of Western Hello Kitty thong at a time.

    Monday, February 13, 2006

    Here is Jack, messy with his birthday cake! Posted by Picasa I just want to eat him up when I look at this picture!

    Jack attacks his presents! Posted by Picasa He likes to play with wrapping paper, mostly. Once he sees what's inside, though, he studies it intently before he goes crazy with it. I love watching him open presents. I feel like a kid all over again when I do.

    Birthday Party Pictures, In No Particular Order...

    Baby Jack loves to read! Posted by Picasa Some of his favorite things to play with are his books. You should see how tattered they get.

    It took some cajoling, but Jack finally put his hand in the cake, just a little bit...enough to get a taste...and then there was no turning back! Posted by Picasa My boy has a sweet tooth, just like his Mama and Papa.

    There he goes, zooming off in his car! Posted by Picasa

    All in all, it was a great party. He might not remember it when he gets older, but Hubby and I will.

    For those of you who are following our Crib Saga...yes, he slept amazingly well in it again last night. What can I say? The kid wants his space, but he doesn't want to be alone. I'm so happy that we put the crib in our room and it's working out for the better. And yesterday's party was a success, too!

    Today, I go see my OB/GYN again. I'll get the results of my last glucose test and hopefully all is well. THAT would be the icing on the cake, no pun intended. Have a great day! I know I will; I'm off from work for Lincoln's birthday! Ya gotta love school holidays!

    Sunday, February 12, 2006

    Jack Could Do It!...

    We had another successful night with the crib experiment. Jack slept all night long, from 8:40 p.m. until 6:45 a.m. He only woke up briefly (for less than a minute) and Hubby just patted his bottom and reassured him it was okay to go back to sleep, which he did. It looks like moving the crib into our room was the right decision, after all. Jack doesn't have to "cry it out" and our hearts don't have to break as a result. Phooey on the Ferber fans! They just don't know our son like we do.

    On another bright note, tonight is Jack's first birthday party! We'll be having family over and he'll get to make a mess out of his cake. I'll be sure to post some pictures of it all in the coming days. I can't wait to see him slap the cake with his tiny hands!

    So, I'm off to tidy up the house and play with my baby. I hope your day is as good as mine will be. As long as Jack gets rid of his poopy cramps by taking a larger-than-human dump, it should be a good day for us all in the Eatmisery household. Heh...

    Saturday, February 11, 2006

    Crib Notes, Part One...

    Last night, Hubby put Jack's crib in our room, less than two feet from my side of the bed. So far, Jack is still sleeping in it. There was no fussing at all from him last night. N.O.N.E. How about that? Since he's so used to the sounds of our room and the sounds and smells of us at night, I think this was a great solution. For the first time in a very long time, I was able to stretch out in bed when I felt like it. While I missed him breathing in my face and snuggling in my armpit, I didn't, however, miss the kicks to my head or the frequent headbutts that awoke me from a pleasant slumber. Heh...

    So far, so good. I know it was only the first night, but it was worth a shot. I'm glad we took that chance. Maybe Jack just needed his own space, like we needed ours. I think I only said, "Shhhhhhh," once and that was at around 4:30 a.m. He hasn't, to my knowledge, woken up yet. Then again, he could've while I was in the shower and I just don't know it yet.

    Eventually, he will be moved to his own room, across the hall from us. I think that once he gets used to sleeping in his crib at night, it won't matter to him where it is, really. I know it was only the first night of this experiment, but I'm very surprised that it didn't turn out to be horrendous. Jack has shocked both of us, to say the very least.

    I want to thank all of you for your comments and suggestions. What works for some babies, doesn't always work for others. I'm glad you shared what worked for you. What we're doing will hopefully continue to work for us. It's a step in the right direction, nonetheless. And today, I'm pleasantly surprised and relieved.

    Let's hope this new trend keeps up and continues to be successful. Yeah, a new transition is in the future, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. One day at a time, or one night at a time, is the only way to deal with this.

    Thanks, again, for all of your input and I hope I can keep updating you with success stories like last night's. I swear, I must have an angel somewhere out there. Actually, my angel is still sleeping in his crib as I write this. ***Gush***

    Friday, February 10, 2006

    Getting Things In Perspective...

    I will not and cannot, in good and clear conscience, "Ferberize" my child. I do not believe in making a baby "cry it out." And I wish some people would stop second-guessing me. I have a mothering instinct that tells me what I should do and I rely on that. I believe a baby should sleep in its parents' bed for, at the very least, the first year. I am not opposed to having that timeframe last longer or shorter, given the personality of the child. I never thought that way until I had my son and I used to think people who let their kids sleep with them were crazy. Becoming a mother has taught me a lot. I am, however, facing a dilemma. I am trusting that my instincts will tell me what is the best thing to do. And I'm sick of hearing certain people tell me I'm wrong (e.g. childless people who offer unsolicited advice and those who operate under the old school of thought that says a baby should "cry it out"). Therefore, I will not listen to any words of advice from these people. I have a good method of dealing with these people; if they cannot respect my choices, they and their rotten advice will be ignored. Period. I am my child's mother, not anyone else.

    Baby Jack is now one year old. He will be getting a sibling in a few short months. Therefore, moving him out of the family bed is essential to make room for the new arrival, whose needs will be more urgent. Jack, however, will not sleep longer than two hours at a time in his crib. And Hubby and I are at odds at what to do. We both agree that he needs to get used to his crib...soon; not just for naps, which he handles just fine now. At night, however, the crib becomes Jack's enemy. He wakes up two hours after being put in it and screams and shakes it. He's terrified, it seems. And perhaps he's lonely. Hubby and I had a talk about this last night and have come to a reasonable solution that offers to teach Jack about transitioning into his crib.

    Our solution is to put his crib in our room until he can get used to not sleeping in between us. I would like to try that, since not only am I a working mother, I'm also seven months pregnant. Rest is mandatory. Not only do I work outside of the home, but I'm also working once I get home, chasing a walking/running/jumping one-year-old who's physical activity has become much more demanding lately. My days are long, with few breaks and no time for fucking around.

    I do not want a war with my husband, but I cannot in good faith listen to the "baby trainers" that insist on letting Jack "cry it out." I'm not made that way. I cannot do things the old school way. Even Dr. Ferber recanted his earlier expert advice and has now decided that "crying it out" really isn't best. So, what's a mother with a heart that's larger than her body to do?

    This is the dilemma I'm facing. Sure, I can get up several times a night, but I won't be alert at work, nor will I be able to function at my normal peak levels, in or out of my home. I'm growing a baby and I'm raising a baby, as well. And mothering cannot be what suffers as a result. I am a mother first and a teacher second. My priorities are in order. I just need to figure out the best way to help my son learn how to sleep in his crib well. For being a teacher, this is one thing I thought I could teach him and I seem to be failing. I'm so tired of crying about it and so tired of hearing certain people condemn me for trusting my instincts. What comes to me is natural. I'm no hippie mother, but I'm not a militant mother, either.

    Do tell what worked for you, as I am running out of viable options that will keep my sanity from suffering. I believe firmly in attachment parenting and I'm curious as to what worked and what didn't work for you. Hubby and I are trying to compromise on this issue, but it's difficult. No one said parenting would be easy, we know. No one said just how hard each decision would be, though. I did find, however, three other women at work who had their babies in their beds with them. They are a support team I was clearly in need of having. That's a plus for me because they've helped me gain some perspective on this issue. At least I know of others who faced my similar dilemma, although none of them have children as close together in age as I will. What's great about this group of women is that they, too, don't believe a child should be taught fear and abandonment from its own mother and father at such an early age. Sleep is a good thing; not something that should cause a child fear and anxiety. I am glad I've reached out to these women. They've helped me see that my instincts are not faulty.

    I am a Mother. And I don't want to screw this up. Yeah, I'll make mistakes along the way, but I don't want to teach my baby about abandonment when he's just a little guy. My head and my heart just won't let me do that. I can wait until he's older for when he's an adolescent and he teaches me that he doesn't need me anymore. Hubby isn't arguing with me about this. We don't want a war with each other. He says that I'm going to do what's best and that we just have to help Jack learn the fine art of sleeping in his crib. If we put the crib in our room, we can ease it out of the room, hopefully, by the time the new baby arrives. Both of us are learning as we go. Each day is different and we both love our son very, very much. We want what's best for him and for us. At least Hubby and I aren't killing each other over this. That's a good thing. We have our moments when we disagree about stuff like this, but together we are very strong. Ya gotta love that.

    I'm so drained; emotionally, mentally, and physically. I was able to get a good night's sleep last night because Jack was in bed with us. I have a three-day weekend due to Lincoln's birthday on Monday, so tonight we will try again with the crib. Sunday is Jack's birthday party, so it's going to be a long, long weekend if this child decides he doesn't want to sleep in his crib every other hour of the night. I wish I had an "easy" button, but I know there's no such thing. Gah...

    Thursday, February 09, 2006

    A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words...

    What can I say? Jack thoroughly enjoyed a birthday cupcake last night. Heh... Posted by Picasa

    Wednesday, February 08, 2006

    Happy Birthday, Baby Jack!...

    I can get lost in your eyes, Son. Posted by Picasa

    I took the day off from work today to celebrate two things: my son's first birthday and the anniversary of me being a Mama. I'm glad I did.

    I can't believe it's been one whole year. I fall in love with Jack every single day, even when he's fussy. Being a Mama has changed me so much, I can't remember life before I had my son. I know it was good, but now it's even better.

    Today's post is full of many pictures. Keep scrolling down and bear with me. Rather than write a teary post (believe me, I could do it in a heartbeat), I figured I'd celebrate with pictures.

    Today is such a special day to me. It's the anniversary of the day my life began. I was born to be a Mama. I am so grateful for it.

    I love to see you smile! Posted by Picasa

    This was one of your first angel.  Posted by Picasa

    "I'm so glad you gave me a birthday cupcake at 8:30 this morning, Mom! I will love you forever for that. Just one question, though... How did I get chocolate frosting on my back?" Posted by Picasa

    "Okay, Mom...It's MY turn. Let me pick YOUR nose!" Posted by Picasa

    You are one happy baby, even if Mama DOES give you a bad haircut! Posted by Picasa
    (Note the chocolate frosting on his face. Perhaps he's smiling because of that!)

    You walk so much now. I'm literally running after you all the time.  Posted by Picasa

    You contemplate life while chewing on a plastic block. There's so much to learn, so much to think about. Posted by Picasa

    You're sooooooo fast! Posted by Picasa

    Off you go! Posted by Picasa

    You like to lie down on the floor and play with your toys. You rest your head on your left arm, smart enough to know that your head doesn't like a hard floor.  Posted by Picasa

    You love to stand, taking in all that's around you. You have great control over your little body and where you want it to go.  Posted by Picasa

    Now, you're trying to climb walls. Posted by Picasa

    Jack, you have learned so much in just one year. It amazes me every single day. I feel like it was only yesterday that your feet were lodged in my ribs, that your in utero acrobatics woke me up at night, that your symphonies of hiccups made me smile...

    I can't believe you're one year old. You hug me so tight now. You walk around and around and around, stopping only for food. You have six teeth (two more on top cut through in the last three days). You dance. You can say "Up!" You charm the hell out of everyone you see. You're a ham. You know how to point out the eyes and nose and mouth on stuffed animals and people, too. You can do so many things, it's almost hard to keep track of it all. And all of this has happened in just one short year.

    Today is a great day for our family. You are the love of my life, the man of my dreams. And I'm going to kiss you so much your face will be chapped by the time your Papa gets home from work.

    I love you, my Son. I will love you forever and ever. Don't you forget it! I have a feeling there's going to be a lot of snuggle time today.

    Happy Birthday, Baby Jack! You are the jam in my jelly roll!

    Tuesday, February 07, 2006

    In And Out...

    Yesterday, I bit the bullet and went to the DMV after work. I was prepared to stay an unreasonable amount of time, but (alas!) I didn't. Believe it or not, I was in and out in an hour. I arrived there just after three o'clock and was in my car, going home, at just after four. Boy, was I surprised at that! I even had to take the written test, too, which I got a perfect score on. Ha!

    I'm glad I went when I did, even though I was pissed about having to go at all. The stars must've been aligned in my favor. I was in and out in record time; I got a perfect score on the written test; and my picture doesn't look too bad at all.

    What the hell did I do to deserve such luck? I'm not going to ponder that anymore. I'm just going to thank my lucky stars that I don't look like shit on my license. Heh...

    Monday, February 06, 2006

    Of All The Things I Could've Forgotten About...

    ...why, oh why, did I forget to renew my fucking driver's license? It expired last Sunday, on my birthday. You mean to tell me I've been driving for a whole week on an invalid license? Duh.

    Why couldn't I have forgotten something less important? Yeesh.*

    Now, I've either got to scramble to the DMV after work (and put up with the lines and hordes of people) or go on Wednesday (which I don't want to do since I'm taking a personal day off from work to celebrate my Mamahood; it's Jack's birthday that day and I just wanted to chill with him at home; I DON'T want to spend it at the damned DMV!).

    Talk about scatterbrained...

    *It looks like this baby is taking over my brain, not just my body now.

    Sunday, February 05, 2006

    One Big Happy...

    This is me, Hubby, and Baby Jack! Posted by Picasa

    I don't often post twice in one day. However, today is an exception. This is a picture of a picture we gave my in-laws for their anniversary. I wanted to post just us, not the entire family, of course! I have another one of Jack that I'll post later. For now, you can enjoy this one!

    Read the next post to see why I feel better today.

    Back To Normal...

    I feel soooooo much better today.

    That three-hour glucose test I took yesterday sure did a helluva number on my system. I hope I never have to go for another one of those again...for the rest of my life. Not only did I have to fast for twelve hours beforehand, but I also couldn't eat anything at all for the duration of the four-hour test. For a pregnant woman, that sucks the fat one! I was stuck four times for blood and my arms are killing me right now. When I got home, I had a bad headache which lasted the entire rest of the day and night. I puked my head off several times (out of the blue, in mid-sentence while talking to Hubby, just after telling him how bad of a headache I was having) and couldn't really hold any food down until dinnertime. I was crabby and miserable and just the smell of food made me want to vomit.

    I'm so glad that's over. I feel a thousand times better today, and back to normal, too. At this very moment, I'm enjoying a slice of...what else?...key lime pie. The baby is napping; the dogs are trying to kill each other; Hubby's at work; and I'm just going to relax and eat, eat, eat today.

    I hope the test results show that I don't have gestational diabetes, for obvious reasons. It'll give me another excuse to bitch about that God-awful test. Why in the world would anyone make a pregnant woman fast for sixteen hours? That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard of. Just the thought of ever having to do that again makes me want to refuse it if I ever have to. I was miserable.

    I'm so glad that nightmare is over. You have no idea, unless of course, it's happened to you, too.

    Saturday, February 04, 2006

    Happy Anniversary To Us!...

    Seven years ago today, Hubby and I were married on the island of Maui. It was 11:30 a.m., the sun was shining, and it was in the low 80's. It was just the two of us, barefoot, and intoxicated with the warm breezes and the spirit of Aloha.

    I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

    Friday, February 03, 2006

    Is He Saying "Uncle" or "Punka?"...

    For the past couple of nights, Baby Jack has been repeating the same name over and over again. He's saying what sounds like "Uncle" (my brother) or "Punka" (my Dad). When I ask him if he's saying "Uncle," he turns and looks at the baby gate. Every. Single. Time.

    The other night, my brother came over to take a look at the baby gate that's in the dining room; it broke (the spring inside it took a shit, so now it's not quite a safety gate, but it still locks). He and Jack played and played and played. After my brother left, Jack kept repeating "Unka." When I asked him to say it again (I'm so stupid, as if he'd repeat himself just because I asked), he didn't. Last night, however, he kept saying it again. And when I asked him if he was saying "Uncle," he stopped to look at the baby gate in the dining room.

    "Unka" could mean two things; my brother or my Dad. Since everyone calls my Dad "Punka," it's quite possible he's saying that. And when he looked at the baby gate, he could've very well been looking toward the back door, which he knows my father comes in through everyday.

    I don't know what Jack means when he says, "Unka," but I do know that HE knows what he's saying. And I guess that's all that matters.

    P.S. He can also point out the eyes and nose on any of his stuffed animals. He'll do it a dozen times if you ask him. Yea! My boy is getting smarter each day! (Can you hear me gushing with pride?)

    Thursday, February 02, 2006

    How To Get Rid Of Telemarketers & Unwanted Junk Mail...

    Thank you, Andy Rooney, for the following tips:

    (1) Say these three little words: "Hold On, Please..."Saying this, while putting down your phone and walking off (instead of hanging-up immediately) would make each telemarketing call so much more time-consuming that boiler room sales would grind to a halt. Then when you eventually hear the phone company's "beep-beep-beep" tone, you know it's time to go back and hang up your handset, which has efficiently completed its task. These three little words will help eliminate telephone soliciting.

    (2) Do you ever get those annoying phone calls with no one on the other end?This is a telemarketing technique where a machine makes phone calls and records the time of day when a person answers the phone. This technique is used to determine the best time of day for a "real" sales person to call back and get someone at home.What you can do after answering, if you notice there is no one there, is to immediately start hitting your # button on the phone, 6 or 7 times, as quickly as possible. This confuses the machine that dialed the call and it kicks your number out of their system. Gosh, what a shame not to have your name in their system any longer!!!

    (3) Junk Mail Help:When you get "ads" enclosed with your phone or utility bill, return these "ads" with your payment. Let the sending companies throw their own junk mail away. When you get those "pre-approved" letters in the mail for everything from credit cards to 2nd mortgages and similar type junk, do not throw away the return envelope.
    Most of these come with postage-paid return envelopes, right?

    It costs them more than the regular 37 cents postage "IF" and when they receive them back. It costs them nothing if you throw them away! The postage was around 50 cents before the last increase and it is according to the weight. In that case, why not get rid of some of your other junk mail and put it in these cool little, postage-paid return envelopes.

    One of Andy Rooney's (60 minutes) ideas:

    *Send an ad for your local chimney cleaner to American Express. Send a pizza coupon to Citibank. If you didn't get anything else that day, then just send them their blank application back!

    *If you want to remain anonymous, just make sure your name isn't on anything you send them.

    *You can even send the envelope back empty if you want to just to keep them guessing! It still costs them 37 cents.

    *The banks and credit card companies are currently getting a lot of their own junk back in the mail, but folks, we need to OVERWHELM them. Let's let them know what it's like to get lots of junk mail, and best of all they're paying for it...Twice!

    *Let's help keep our postal service busy since they are saying that e-mail is cutting into their business profits, and that's why they need to increase postage costs again. You get the idea !

    I wish I'd thought of these ideas myself! Drats!

    Wednesday, February 01, 2006

    D-Day, For Some...

    Today was report card day at my school. Some kids will be absent tomorrow. As a teacher, you always worry about the ones who don't show up for school the next day. I hate report card day for that very reason.