Quiet time

Hey there little blog o' mine.  It's been awhile.  But not to worry, I haven't completely forgotten you. 

You see I've been busy.  I'm now a mother of three.  THREE! 

All under the age of 4.  Yes, we are crazy. 

But thanks to the awesomeness of my super husband we are making it all work with minimal tears and a few hours of sleep each night.  Oh boy, is he great.  Where I have been slacking off, he's picked up and just did it without conplaints.  All the while, learning another language.  A relatively hard language.  One where there is no Rosetta Stone to fall back on.  I know his brain is just worn out after spending hours upon hours in language training.  But as soon as his feet hit the doorway he keeps on going and becomes Mr. Mom.  What a trooper, I love him so.

I didn't intend for this to become a gush-fest about the dear Hubs but I can't help it.  He took the day off today so that I could rest and have a little quiet time.  So right now he is out with the two "big" kids on an adventure and I'm sitting in my pajamas enjoying a cup of a coffee with the hum of the baby swing in the background.  Wonderful. 

No one is jumping around on the couch beside me.  I am able to actually put my mug down beside me without the fear of a kid getting scalded accidentally.  And I'm not constantly raising a hand to protect my c-section incision line*.  I love my kids but being a human jungle gym does get old sometimes.  Especially, since I've now developed a little infection at the corner of the incision and it is tender to the touch.

So thanks to my husband, I'm enjoying the little things in life this morning and I think that is just what the doctor ordered.

Best of intentions

Yesterday Doc told us there are two things that I can do to help bring on labor...."walking and intercourse".  Lovely.  I feel like I have a basketball straped to my middle, so any type of manuevering is difficult.

Last night we tried one of Doc's suggestions, but it obviously didn't work since I'm still here at home.  Tonight we headed to the mall to try option #2, walking.  We started out at LL Bean and unfortunately, we didn't get any further. 

For over an hour we scoured the sales racks and found some great buys.  Hubby got a few sweaters, running shirts, and a pair of waterproof hiking boots.  Our daughter ended up with a parka, matching hat and leather clogs.  The Little Man got boots, a hat, mittens, and an adorable Norwegian-style sweater.  And for Baby Girl; pajamas, a hat and mittens.

And for me?  Nothing.  Not even the much-desired walk I was hoping for.  Looks like we're back to option #1 tonight. 

Waiting....

Waiting, waiting and waiting some more.  My due date is 8 days away but I thought for sure this baby was going to be early.  Now I'm beginning to wonder when this Little Gal is going to make her appearance. 

Doc informed me yesterday that I'm 3cm dialated.  Last week I was at 2cm.  At this rate I just might go overdue, which is the last thing I want.  If I don't deliver before the 24th, then a C-section it will be.  Induction is too risky for a VBAC so surgery is the only option.  That is my biggest worry at this point.  I don't want another cesarean if I can avoid it.
This baby just has to come soon because I don't think I can take the waiting much longer.  We've had family here for almost 3 weeks, and although it's nice to have an extra set of hands around the house, I am ready to have the house back to ourselves again.  I don't mind the extra cooking (aside from dealing with pickiness) and the extra laundry but feeling like I need to keep them from getting bored, gets old real quick.

I think what I need is a few quiet days in the hospital.  If only this baby would feel the same way!

Shoe horn anyone?

photo from here

 

I am in need of a shoe horn.  You know the old-fashioned ones that seemed to be everywhere when I was a kid. 

Lately, it seems like as soon as my butt connects with the couch, I turn into a total slug.  I spend time watching mindless tv, browsing lots of other blogs and wishing I had the time and talent that so many others out there in blogland seem to have.  I make mental lists of all the things that need to be done or should be done before the baby arrives.  I then of course gravitate to worrying about the baby, if she will come early or if she won't, and how the delivery will all play out. 

At that point it is usually 11pm and I waddle my way downstairs to my little crafty corner and spend an hour or so puttering around without accomplishing anything major.  I then beat myself up over wasting so much time, while knowing that I don't have much time to waste these days.  Then I vow that tomorrow will be different and that I am NOT plopping down on the couch like usual.

Tomorrow comes and you know what.....my heiny is velcroed to the couch AGAIN! 

Aaaaagggghhhhh!  It is a viscious cycle!  And I think the only solution is a giant-sized shoe horn.

Losin' it

Image from here

I am losing it.  In the past few weeks I have.....

*Called my mom the day before her birthday and sang Happy Birthday to her thinking it was the right day.  Ooops

*We now have 25 rolls of paper towels in our basement only because I didn't realize we already had a bunch stashed on the shelf.

*Lost a beloved family recipe that my MIL gave me over the holidays.  Wouldn't be a big deal except that this is the 2nd time I have lost it over the years.  Thankfully, I found it stashed in my wallet (of all places) because I was too embarassed to ask her for it again.

*Didn't think to unlock the door when I went outside to toss out the trash.  And of course, the Little Guy slamed the door shut.  There I was locked out, no shoes, no coat, no cell phone, no extra key stashed under a rock somewhere, eggs cooking away on the stove, daughter playing quietly in her room and son staring at me while I beat away on the door.  Yeah, play that one out in your mind for a bit;  Eggs start to burn, smoke alarm goes off, kids freak out.  Oh boy, it could've been bad, real bad.  Thankfully, I got the attention of my daughter and she was able to get the door unlocked.  She was the Hero of the day, that is for sure.

*Totally spaced my daughter's tumbling/dance class.  I finally remembered when there was only about 15 minutes left of the class.  There was no way I could make it with two kids to dress, bundle in coats and buckle in car seats.  Luckily, she didn't even realize we missed it but I still feel so guilty.

*And even though it doesn't make much of a difference, I am continually screwing up the trash and recycling pickup days.  Last night I told my hubby we needed to get the trash rounded up.  I was thinking that today was Weds not Tuesday.  Anymore, we just laugh about it because it seems like I'm messing it up each week.

None of these things really are a big deal (well, other than getting locked out of the house) but when you group them all together, I really do feel like I'm losing my marbles.  This is the worst case of Mommy Brain I've had yet.  I can only imagine how bad it will be after the baby gets here and I'll be responsible for 3 little ones.  I think I will just have to say a bunch of prayers to get me through the chaos.

Sabotaged by the Netbook. Really.

One of my New Year's Resolutions is to try my best to keep this blog updated regularly.  I might not always have the time or something to say but I want to make an effort.

Well, last night I sat down to make a post and my netbook sabotaged the effort.  Every click I made was excrutiatingly slow and finally around midnight I decided to call it quits.  Evidentally, updates need to be installed and that was the culprit of all the sluggishness.

Today with the little guy napping and big sis on her way to dreamland (or so I thought.  She never did nod off, ugh) I decided to give it another go.  This time around I couldn't even log into Blogger because some error message about a security certificate kept popping up.  I tried everything to get around it but to no avail.

Grrr....I hate when I have the motivation and time to get something done and an outside force conspires against me.

Today - the Redo

Today has been a better day.  The sun is shining.  Hubby's Christmas vacation starts today.  The Little Man is cashed out on the couch.  And Big Sis is playing quietly in bed and hopefully will drift off for a nap soon.  I am in my comfy clothes stretched out on the couch in the sun watching an episode of Animal Hoarders.

Ahhhhh, this is a good start to the Holidays.  I am looking forward to the next few days of just relaxing family time around the house.

Thank you God for the blessing of a new day and the chance at a redo!