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Been QUITE a few days…

I haven’t posted much in the last few days because when I wasn’t working at the house, working at work, sick in bed, or cleaning up after a sick child – I’ve been stressing out. No one wants to read about that – least of all me. I thought to get it all down though, as I do like to look back – even on the bad stuff - so check out some brief details below if you’re interested.

We moved on Saturday. It was a so-so operation in the sense that while we had our failures – we had our successes as well. One friend bailed out on helping to move, three others replaced him. Had two toddlers instead of one to take care of, but with the extra help I was able to leave with them and keep them entertained. It was raining, but just a drizzle when moving out and a break entirely when moving in and THEN the big storm came. We’ve had to make multiple trips to the rental house since, but we’re surviving and Thursday is the absolute last day we’ll have to deal with it all. The animal situation is not that great; with I half-feral cat in the backyard, having Junior & Ripley join the pack is hard – not to mention the big Akita that found a rotting board in the fence and has been visiting until his owners can get it fixed.

I left work early on Monday – my allergies (or whatever it is I’m dealing with) were killing me and I was useless at work as I was loosing my voice as well. Stayed home on Tuesday as well, so I feel pretty good today (plus, I got another refill on my allergy medication). However, last night I crept into Evy’s room after she went to bed to get my phone to hear her puking. This was the first time Evy has ever gotten sick (stomach wise) so it was all a learning experience. Luckily, that kid is mighty resilient! After we cleaned her up and took her into our bed – preparing for a night of vomit by covering the bed with towels – she was fine! Elmo made it all better and by midnight she was jumping on the bed. I popped her into her crib then, I was exhausted, and she slept through the night.

Today the rental house is being cleaned, then the carpets are being cleaned, and tomorrow we’re handing the keys over! I’m so excited to be done with this – then next week I’m on vacation :D

@#$% yeah.

This morning Evy woke up at 3:15 and would not go back to sleep.

By the time we broke down and brought her into bed with us, it was 3:45. We generally don’t take her into bed with us because she doesn’t take it as, “I’m comforted. I’m going to go to sleep now” she takes it as, “I’m out of my crib! Let’s party!” and she starts to kick under the blankets and standing up and playing with the reading lamps and so on and so forth. However, this morning she was surprisingly well behaved and quiet – so we were able to try and get some more sleep.

The only problem was that Paul & I have a queen sized bed and those are not made for three. Plus, I’m a terrible sleeper in the sense that I NEED to be on my side supported by a body pillow in front or flat on my stomach – no middle ground. That doesn’t work well with two adults and a baby. Had to ditch the body pillow and resist substituting Evy :P There was a point, about a half hour before my alarm went off, as I was tossing and turning in my quarter of the bed (because let’s face it – kids take up half!), where I found a comfortable spot and literally cursed silently to myself in joy. I remember very vividly thinking: “Fuck yeah.” Paul and I agreed that if we have to take Evy into our bed again he’d sleep on the couch.

I was really tired this morning before coming into work, but surprisingly I’m awake now and chugging along strong. We’re having a farewell lunch for a co-worker moving onto greener pastures so I’m excited for yummy gourmet pizza!

Evy likes to play with food!

I’ve been wanting to post this for a few days, but for some odd reason Vimeo ate it and didn’t poop it out or something. Anyhow, here’s a video of my daughter taken last week. She’s getting so big!

PS: For some odd reason the microphone on our DSLR seems to be on the back where the photographer is – so it’s my voice that is the loudest. She’s not doing much talking, so I suggest you keep it low or even mute it.

Looking ahead.

Well, yesterday AFTERNOON kind of sucked. Luckily my sister came by and not only did that perk me up a bit, I also was able to vent too. There wasn’t much that she could say – that anyone can say – because the truth is I have no idea what I want.

Do I want to quit my job and be a full-time mom? Yes! But will that make me happy? I don’t know – I’ve never done it. Even when I was on maternity leave I was confused and lonely. What if it ends up I’m not cut out for the 24/7 baby life? Do I want to get pregnant and have another baby by next September? Yes! But will that make me happy? I don’t know, it’s going to be more on my already full plate – plus it would put more on my sister’s plate given the fact she’d be taking another kid into her daily care. Do I want to look into buying a house? Yes! We could lower our monthly housing payment and stop moving around which would be REALLY nice. But would that make me happy? I don’t think so, given the fact that I don’t really like our area and only stay here because of my job.

I don’t know what I want. I’m feeling very lost, and it’s got to be the worst time for it. I need to know who I am. I’m nearly 27 years old and I’m a wife and mother – how can I be so lost?

I have to think of the now, or I’ll go crazy. Right now I can’t quit my job – maybe after we pay our debt down (which we’ll start doing next January) – but not now. Right now I’m not getting pregnant – hell I’ve only stopped breastfeeding and I NEED to lose all the extra weight. Right now we can’t buy a house given we have no down payment, no loan, and we’re locked into our lease until January.

Right now though, I can start working on losing weight. Right now I can start working on getting myself onto a schedule and maybe injecting some sanity into my life. Right now I can work on being a great mom and a good employee and recognizing what is out of my hands and what is not.

What’s that quote? God, give me the sense to recognize what I can change, what I can’t, and accept both? Its something like that…

I’ve decided.

When the end of April hits and I stop breastfeeding – I’m going to go onto the Nutrisystem diet plan again. I’m sure you guys remember me mentioning what great success I had with that initially and I need that success again. I have a time frame (9 months) in which I NEED to lose all this excess weight (and get into shape, let’s not make this sound TOO easy…) and this time frame is really important to me. It’s do or die.

My plan is this: I’m going to order Nutrisystem for three months or until I lose 75% of my excess weight (75% = 45 lbs), whichever comes first. I realize that losing 45 in 3 months means to double what is not only expected from Nutrisystem but also deemed medically safe. The way I see it, I’m eating TERRIBLY right now and I’m sure eating right and exercising will provide surprising results. After that, I’m going to join Weight Watchers so I can not only maintain but also learn how to take care of myself – because lets face it: Nutrisystem takes the work out of dieting. I anticipate a few set backs once I start Weight Watchers because at that point its all me and its hard to break 27 years of poor choices. I’m going to need those remaining 6 months to lose my remaining 25% (potentially more) and maintain it successfully.

I remember reading my first pregnancy book and they were talking about getting your body ready BEFORE getting pregnant. I didn’t do that last time and I think it had a lot to do with how uncomfortable I was. As adorable as Paul found having to help me out of bed in the morning it was NOT fun. The book said I should be able to maintain my weight for a minimum of three months before getting pregnant and I want to strive to do that. Lose the extra weight and learn to keep it off.

I fear what might happen once I become pregnant – if I do succeed at losing all my goal weight. Weight Watchers refuses to create goals for pregnant women and most doctors – while in one hand say “don’t gain a lot of weight” in the other hand strongly discourage dieting. I don’t want to lose 60 lbs only to put it all back on during pregnancy because I was formally obese. If formally obese people need to work out for a minimum of an hour EACH DAY just to maintain weight loss, what am I going to do when I get pregnant?

I can only do my best. If I have to do some massive diet & exercise plan after having my second baby – then so be it. I can only do so much.

Last Week: Part One, Family in Pain

Last week was a hard one, and I was dealing with a few things so I’m going to split them up into a few posts instead of just one huge one.

We found out on Wednesday that my sister had a miscarriage. She was at 14 weeks when she found out, though they said the baby likely stopped developing at 12 weeks.  This would have been my sister’s 3rd child.  I left work early to be with her, but I felt as though I couldn’t offer much than company – as there is really nothing that can make a mother feel better after a miscarriage. Luckily she’s taking a lot of comfort from her two sons and she’s taking each day as they come.

My husband’s grandfather, who is nearing 90 years old, went into the hospital early last week (in fact, it was the weekend before) and hasn’t left and likely never will. He’s dealing with a lot of health issues that started with a pneumonia and has turned into a mild heart attack, kidney failure and a staff infection. His kidneys are only working at 12% and they want to jump-start them by pumping a lot of fluids in him but his heart is so weak his body can’t deal with the extra fluids. Fluid is filling his lungs from the pneumonia and when they tried to extract it they found that it was actually a gelatinous material. Lung surgery placed him in the ICU because his lungs were so weak from 65 years of smoking and he now has some internal bleeding that is causing him to lose blood in a rate quicker than they can pump it in him.

Paul’s mother is very close with her parents, and she’s very emotional to begin with, so Paul went down there to support her on Saturday and ended up staying the entire weekend. It’s after he’s gone that I realize how much I depend on him. I want him there for his mother but I really hope he doesn’t have to leave for another weekend. If it were just Evy I had to take care I could probably “survive” but I’ve also got our dog Ripley and our cat Junior. Both of which are not very demanding but you put all three together and I’m over-whelmed. Needless to say, I was happy to have him home last night.

QotD: What’s a bigger enemy to a clean home: a puppy or a baby?

Oh a puppy – all the way. Sure, babies come with a lot of clutter
but it's acceptable to put a baby in diapers and it's expected
to have 24-hour care. When you get a puppy, it's NOT acceptable to
use diapers – you're supposed to train them. And it's
acceptable to leave them alone for hours at a time so there is more of
a chance of mess. When Ripley was a puppy she chewed on everything
from carpet & wicker baskets to Paul's Playstation 3 – NO
JOKE.


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QotD: What’s a bigger enemy to a clean home: a puppy or a baby?

Oh a puppy – all the way. Sure, babies come with a lot of clutter but it's acceptable to put a baby in diapers and it's expected to have 24-hour care. When you get a puppy, it's NOT acceptable to use diapers – you're supposed to train them. And it's acceptable to leave them alone for hours at a time so there is more of a chance of mess. When Ripley was a puppy she chewed on everything from carpet & wicker baskets to Paul's Playstation 3 – NO JOKE.