Posts filed under ‘baby’
and another thing…
yet another thing to be grateful for with my gratitude posting about hubby – I’m SO grateful that he has the emotional fortitude to hold our baby son down while the nurses have to jab him with those needles (3 today) – but have tears in his eyes while doing it.
Nothing….
yes, NOTHING sucks the joy out of a truly beautiful Spring day like your newborn baby’s first shots.
the final countdown
So, I’ve got 4 days left until the baby’s born (hopefully, it’s 4 and not less!) so this here is my “I won’t be posting much in the next few days” posting 
My parents are coming up on Monday, and on Tuesday morning, I’ll be checking into the hospital for a scheduled c-section and a couple of other lovely procedures. Unfortunately, there’s no wi-fi LOL So my baby blog will be updated by my awesomest friend angel, so check back there .. ya know, hourly or more, for updates
another “I want” posting
Yes, I know… I want I want I want.
But when you’re a mom, you’re surrounded by other people’s wants all day long. “Mom, I want something to drink” .. “Mom, I want to play a game”.. Mom mom mom.
But as you readers might be able to attest to, I’m more than a mom. While being a mom is my #1 priority, I do need more. I need adult interactions, which is why I host a munch. It’s so I can get out at least once a month and talk to other adults. I even attend a party here and there that doesn’t require cupcakes.
So when I say “I want”, it’s because something is missing and I need to fulfill it or else, it will just sit there in the back of my mind, growing. Whether it’s “I want a whopper with fries” or “I want My Man Right Now”, if I don’t get it, I’m likely to get cranky.
So, after last week’s trip to the motel that rather fizzled for me anyways, I told hubby why I’d wanted it in the first place. I wanted one last night, not just of sex, but intimacy – that will last me through the next 4-6 weeks of abstinence. Something to recall and it’ll bring a smile to my face. And while our night in the motel was nice, having contractions whilst someone is giving you all sorts of southern oral attention, and all you can think about isn’t how good it feels, but rather what if your water breaks AT THE VERY MOMENT, it isn’t exactly conducive to a memorable evening of hot, sexy monkey love. (oh god, I can just see the search terms now)
So to reiterate, I WANT one of those nights – sans the contractions, door knocks and 4 trips to the bathroom to pee.
Yeah, I know – I’m REALLY asking for alot now lol
ok, so how about I change my tactics.
I can’t WAIT for…
My body to be my own. So when he runs his fingers over my skin, down over my breasts and to my stomach, I don’t IMMEDIATELY think “did he feel the baby move just then?” When his fingers continue to trail down between my legs, exploring and exciting, I don’t imagine a big gush of amniotic fluid greeting him. Hell, I can’t wait to be able to bend over, for all SORTS of reasons, but I really do miss being able to trail my tongue from his neck to the back of his knees and feel him tremble, listen to his moans and know it’s because of ME.
Something weird this way comes…
Hmmm… weird, painful contractions with *no* symmetry SUCK.
So does unexplained high(er) blood pressure readings.
And people who NEVER COMMENT :p
and doesn’t that suck about Anna Nicole? Trim Spa is screwed, that’s for sure.
15 days
- Just 15 days to go until my newest heir to the throne is brought, screaming, into this world. Hard to believe, eh?
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You Were Nice This Year 
You Were 25% Naughty, 75% Nice Okay, so you weren’t *entirely* nice this year But Santa doesn’t expect a modern girl to be perfect You were good enough – and you’ll be rewarded for it
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Your Celebrity Boob Twin: 
Anna Nicole Smith
- I hope that Melinda got her heat back this weekend.
- Prince was awesome in the superbowl halftime show. He’s still hot after all these years. I actually stood in line at 5am to get tickets for his show 23 years ago.. and they sold out before I got any.
- I taught a one-on-one eBay class yesterday, despite the fact that it was 10 degrees out, and I’m , ya know, 99 months pregnant. But the lady was very appreciative, so that was nice. She even called to make sure I got home ok.
- My mom & dad are coming up for the baby’s birth
- My friend angel is sending me a paddle that’s even got my name on it. I can’t wait.
- Although it wasn’t a holiday, my mom turned 60 this weekend, and my parents also celebrated their 29th wedding anniversary. I can’t possibly fathom that!
- My 3 yr old has officially joined the ranks of the homeschooled.
- My kids keep coming up with names for the baby.
- While I haven’t been able to be particularly kinky for a while, I still have kinky thoughts, so I consider that to be my reason why I keep my blog named this
- Even though we’re expecting a very nice tax refund, I cannot think of more than 2 things that I want to buy when we get the money One of them is a freezer, the other – a *good* frying pan.
- A really awesome homeschooling site – IknowThat.com
- I quit smoking 16 years ago and according to quitnet.com, I’ve saved $60,000.
- I was really upset by this news story about this woman who was refused medical treatment while being arrested, and she miscarried her baby. Now, while she obviously was probably already losing the baby, having to go through that whole night KNOWING it was happening, would be awfully cruel.
- Some people try to guess my password for my password protected postings. I tell them that’s like trying to hack my blog.
- This other story about this couple who had sextuplets and then refused to allow them to have what could have been life-saving medical treatments that would have saved TWO of the babies – also pisses me off. You want them so bad, you do what you have to, religion or not, to SAVE THEM.
- While I can’t wait for my pregnancy to be finished and the baby to be here, I know I’ll miss being pregnant, at least a little bit.
- I have read every single (fiction) book by Koontz, Patterson, King, & Grafton.
- In hindsite, I wish I hadn’t fought so hard to avoid a c-section with my son, thus putting both our lives in danger.
- After almost 12 years, I can say without a doubt that our relationship is stronger than it’s ever been.
- And the sex ain’t bad either
And in case you’re wondering, I’ve just used every category I have on my blog LOL
helppppp
ok… this is what I’m dealing with, people…
hubby: you like the name – Thorian?
Lady: no
hubby: I found a name called: Coillcumhann
Lady: ummmmmmmmm call him “Perpetual Black Eye”
It’s electrifying!
Yesterday was my first non-stress test. For those of you who don’t know/don’t care, a non-stress test is when you go to the hospital, and they strap a thingie onto your belly so that they can monitor your baby’s heartbeat. It prints out on a printer. Every time you feel the baby move, you’re supposed to push a button – this is (I believe) to indicate that yes, the baby moved and that’s why his/her heartrate went up. This, apparently, is a good thing.
So, yesterday was my first, and it was so cold, I decided to leave my youngest at home with her daddy. My oldest doesn’t like me going anywhere alone now (because 10 yr olds worry about their moms, ya know), so he came out in the negative temperatures with me, toting his really COOL gameboy advanced MICRO that his super-cool mom got him for Christmas.
The nurses all remembered me from nearly 4 years ago, when I gave birth to my youngest (they remember her very unique name, isn’t that cool?) and are all very sweet at this hospital – I love it there. She strapped me in, brought me some water and left us to non-stress. And it was just that – very non-stressing. Me, lying quietly, concentrating on the newest one’s pokes, prods and wiggles. My dear son sitting there telling me about his game (god help me). Well, first, the baby gets the hiccups and I’m left to try to figure out if I should hit the button every time I feel a hiccup – but almost as soon as they start, the baby moved out of position, so the heartbeat couldn’t record anyways. I sent my son in search of the nurse. She came in, assured me about not counting the hiccups, and repositioned the thingie.
Back to non-stressing. All was quiet except for the whoosh-whoosh-whoosh of the baby’s heartbeat. Then, suddenly, ALL was quiet – no whoosh-whoosh. The machine had turned off. Well, what the hell. Send son out to find the nurse. In the meantime, I smell smoke… specifically, wires burning. Uhoh. Son comes back in, I send him back out – tell her I Smell Smoke. She comes in quickly. She *sees* the smoke. LOL Turns out, we’ve burnt out the machine. Never did it occur to me to TAKE THE THINGIE OFF MY BELLy, of course. LOL Nah, that’d have been using my head, which, I apparently can’t do effectively lately.
So, I have no idea how much those things cost, but our hospital is less one today LOL She, of course, assured me that we had nothing to do with it… but still, ……… wow! LOL
Step right up!
So this week finally brings our ultrasound (#3) – and I’ve opened up a Baby Poll for all my blogging friends to take part in. Just click this bear 
and enter your free guess I’m considering a prize for the person who comes the closest! So you’ve got nothing to lose!
