So I started trying to write this blog at 6 weeks, but never could manage to find the time to finish it up, so I decided to make another attempt at 8 weeks. I have a sneaking suspicion though, that this blog may not end up getting finished either, as I hear the soft rustling of my baby boy, meaning he's about due to be waking up anytime soon... but I'll give it my best shot.
Let me tell you, that my boy is nothing short than AMAZING! He is such a good baby! Since I last posted, he has been quite the busy boy! He's been to two baby showers, 3 races, 2 BBQ's, a visit to his new cousin Kylie's house, out to eat 5 times, and been on endless amounts of car trips to Babies R Us and the Super Target. He does so well when we are out and about. I think he really enjoys the stimulation and the interaction with other people, he just grins at everybody who talks to him. I swear to you that the only time this kid cries is when he is hungry or waaaayyy overtired and trying to fight his sleep, other than that, this child of mine is a dream! But... let me tell you, when he's hungry, boy does he have a set of lungs on him telling you to stop whatever your doing and feed him instantly, because he;s probably dying of starvation. (Just a little side note.. my suspicion turned out to be right, as I am now continuing this blog the following evening) Anyways, when my kid is in need of a nice strong bottle, he defiantly isn't afraid to let you know, and let me assure you that you can NOT heat up or make a bottle fast enough for my son. If you happen to get your face to close to his, during his time of utter starvation, you end up on the loosing end as he tries to devour your face with his mouth.
He has developed such a great personality already and I am in total shock at how active he is at 8 weeks old. He has now started smiling so much, in fact, it's almost non-stop these days. He is such a happy baby. I think he's on the verge of a laugh, because when he smiles now he squeals and makes this little coughing noise, like he's trying to get a laugh out. He is cooing so much whenever you talk to him, like he's trying to talk back to you. He has now developed this little thing with his eyebrows, that when you are talking to him, he raises his eyebrows at you as if he's saying, "Really? You don't say?" He makes me laugh all day. In fact, he keeps me very very busy all day. He doesn't hardly sleep at all during the day, he has gotten to the point now, where he will take one nap in the afternoon, for about an hour and that's about it. Maybe he will take a few little 15 to 20 minute cat naps if he's in his bouncer while I am taking a shower, or in his swing while I am making dinner, but other than that, he is awake most of the day. I defiantly feel like I am my son's personal clown all day long and it's so funny. He will look at me like, "Ok I'm done with this already mom, what's next?" So I am busy all day playing or interacting with him. Lord knows that I am going to be in trouble once this boy starts to crawl.
I have to say that I feel so blessed that I can be able to stay at home and watch my son grow, right before my very eyes. I have so much fun with him all day and am so surprised at how fast the days go by. We have so many little special moments, that really warm my heart. Take for example the other morning, we have really gotten into a good routine lately, and one thing he likes to do, is when Michael's alarm goes off at 6:30, Noah likes to wake up and lay in bed with me. Sometimes he falls back to sleep right away, or other times we just lay there and he smiles and coos at me, but this morning, he had fallen back to sleep. So I fell back to sleep as well. About an hour and a half later, I feel this gentle touch on my face, I open my eyes to see Noah laying there looking at me and smiling, with his little hand on my face. It was the cutest thing, and almost brought tears to my eyes.
I can tell you one thing, I have really come to the realization lately that my life is so very different. I look at where I am at this point in my life, and have really taken stock of all the wonderful things in my life. I have such a wonderful husband who is an amazing provider and father, and makes me laugh, even when I don't want to. I have a beautiful and healthy baby boy who is the light of my life and fills my day with so much joy. I wake up every morning and thank the good Lord for all the blessings that have filled my life recently. In a nutshell, I couldn't be happier.
Aside from learning how to be a mom and a wife, I am now in the process of planning my first big party at our new house. Michael and I are hosting a surprise 50th birthday party for my dad in a few weeks. Michael has been a busy bee trying to get our game room all set up and he designed the decor all by himself. I quite enjoy that I have married a handy man, because something about seeing my man covered in sweat and paint with a drill in his hand is quite a turn on. Don't get me wrong, he is defiantly more than handsome when he's in a button down collared shirt for work everyday, or when he's in his suit for a meeting, but seeing him in his shorts and work boots and all dirty, gets country girl inside me purring! Awwww I love my hubby. After Noah was born, he told me that he would help out in terms of keeping our house clean and keeping up on the laundry. I had no issue getting laundry done, but in terms of cleaning the house (like vacuuming, dusting, mopping,) I literally had no time to clean my 3500 square foot home. So my hubby, in an effort to stop me from whining about the dust accumulating on our coffee tables and the water spots on our shower doors, allowed me to hire a housekeeper. YAY! So once every two weeks, Rosa graces our home with her cleaning expertise and does an amazing job, for a mear $95.00. Life is good and my house is spotless! Did I mention how much I love my hubby?!?!
Oh... and on the mouse front... we caught 2 more in our peanut butter traps a few weeks back, but haven't seen any since, so I am hoping that we may have seen the last of those rotten little creatures. The last mouse we caught though, didn't quite bite the dust once he made his way into the self contained mouse trap, and at 3AM, while I was up feeding Noah, I could hear the little bastard knocking the trap back and forth in an effort to try to get out. At first I thought the damn coyotes that have been hanging out and howling all night in the back of our house had finally decided to break into our home in search for a turkey sandwich and a beer, but I woke Michael up and made him go investigate the noise. Again... did I say again how much I love my hubby???
Well, that's about all I have time for as of now. My little fella is ready for his bath oh... and so is Noah... LOL. Till next time... :-)
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Holy crap! I am a mom!! Now what?!?
Well it has been a good month since my last blog, but I think I have a pretty good excuse for not having the time to blog..... I sorta became a mom over the past few weeks... wow! That's weird isn't it? See I have always looked at moms as these all knowing, responsible, gentle and soothing women, who just ooze protection and comfort out of their sweat glands, and have the ability to turn their head 360 degrees and notice a problem, without anybody else knowing. Yes, a mom knows everything and can do anything without so much as a wimper of a complaint. So I guess that means I join that society of Superhumans now?? I sure hope I am up to parr, because this whole mommy thing feels so sureal, even now.
Lets rewind a little bit, because I should probably catch you up to speed on the past months excitment. First of all, I was scheduled to be induced on Fathers Day, June 21st, at 8AM, and Saturday night, at 9PM, I ended up going into labor on my own. Lets just say that the easy pregnancy I had, definatly bit me in the ass once I hit the delivery room, as I finally received my karma that my other pregnant friends had been warning me of as they gained 50 lbs in water weight and threw their guts up, as I trotted along happy as a clam, with no issues. I had the worst experience in the delivery room! Aside from the fact that I had contact with only 2 wonderful medical professionals during my entire duration at the hospital, we had some very touch and go situations with Noah making his arrival. But, one botched epidural, sunnyside up sideways baby with a low heart rate and the cord wrapped around his neck and not breathing, 16 hours, and a cut and torn hoo hoo later, I delivered the most precious being on the planet.
Call me a little bias, but I have the cutest damn kid ever. He was even cute when he first came out... and babys aren't cute when they are first delivered. Yes, I am a very proud mom! Anyways, the first week was a disaster, and it had nothing to do with my son. In fact, he was a perfect angel. He slept 6 hours at a time, hardly ever cried, and was totally and completly patient everytime his dingbat parents tried to put him in his car seat (which, come to find out we have been doing wrong the past 4 weeks... haha.. go figure! Who would have thought that all the practice Michael and I did before Noah's arrival on the stuffed monkey wouldn't pay off for us) He was just amazing! I, however, was still suffering the effects of the spinal headache, caused by the leaking spinal fluid, which was caused by the botched epidural I was given. So back to the hospital I go, to get a blood patch to fix the hole in my spine, and I was back to new.... well.... minus the extreme pain and bleeding going on downstairs... if you know what I mean. OUCH! My poor girly parts! Not only was I sliced open, but I also tore, since Noah came out sideways. That doctor stiched me up for a half hour! Will I ever walk the same again? Pee the same? Will I ever want to have my husband get anywhere NEAR me again without breaking out into a cold sweat?? I was greatly disturbed about the disaster that had become of my female organs.
For the record though, I am pretty sure my poor husband was probably concerened about those parts as well! Awwww... my wonderful and patient and life safing husband. I couldn't say enough wonderful things about the man who was the only reason I got through delivery and the stressful week after, without breaking down. This man truly needs a medal of honor or needs to get some sort of husband of the year recongination for his battle fought. Aside from keeping me focused during some very touch and go times in the delivery room, he spent the following week after, not only being my rock, but helping me care for our baby, as I couldn't even get out of bed. I did realize at one point, as I am standing naked in the emergency room bathroom, attempting to cleaning my stitch area, after peeing, and my husband is holding my hospital gown and handing me a wash cloth, that there is definatly no more mystery left in our marriage. We went from innocent flirting, to NOT so innocent flirting and having a good time, to being married, having a baby and watching one another pee.... now that's a story book romance for you! LOL.
After everything had calmed down, we finally got to enjoy our newborn... andboy is he just a beautiful child. As of today, he is offically one month old, and I am so amazed at how much he has grown already. He has such a great personality, and his facial expressions are priceless. He has finally started letting us put him in his cradle to sleep, as the first 4 weeks, he had INSISTED on sleeping in your arms, or somewhere where he is close to you (AKA our bed) Let me tell you, I LOVE watching my son sleep and love him sleeping in my arms. It's the most peaceful thing in the world to me, but, I would get so exhausted because I couldn't get a good night sleep because I was so aware of him and not wanting to crush him, that I would sleep like crap. So now, he's become a big boy and sleeps in his cradle at night... however, he still has to fall asleep with somebody holding him, but now he doesn't wake up when you lay him down... eventually I'll buck up and learn to be tough and let him cry when I put him in his cradle to sleep, but at this point, I am just not tough enough to do that yet.
I had fully intended on breast feeding him for at least the first 3 months, however, my body decided otherwise. I made it 3 weeks breast feeding before my milk supply wasn't exactly meeting my boys demand, and we had to switch to formula. He's been on formula for a week now, and he's finally starting to get the hang of the change in eating habits, although, he hasn't learned that he can't suck on the bottle for comfort when he's sleepy, like he used to when I was breast feeding, as his little tummy doesn't hold that much and then we both end up taking a formula bath. My doctor told me that babies know when they are full, they will not overeat... well... not my kid... LOL... But we're still learning.
I aboustatly love spending the days with him.... he is my heart and soul and just makes me smile.... even when he is being fussy or spitting up on me. I am soooo paranoid though that I am going to do something wrong. My husband praises me and tells me that I am doing a wonderful job and I am a natural at being a mother, but I still feel like I don't belong in the superhuman mom group, I am so nervous. I made my first outting with him alone last weekend, and I was a scatterbrain, thank God I have such a patient and good baby, because lord knows he handled the situations better than I did. I have a feeling in a few months my kid will be teaching me a thing or two about the real world and not the other way around. All I can say though is I couldn't feel anymore blessed to be a mom and each and every day I am look forward to watching him grow and develop right underneath my eyes.
Well that's about all the time I have for now, I better be getting my little boys bottle ready soon, because it's about that time. I am sure my posts will probably be a little far and between, but I look forward to writing about my tirals and tribulations as a new mom, and any advise you can give.... I am willing to take!
Lets rewind a little bit, because I should probably catch you up to speed on the past months excitment. First of all, I was scheduled to be induced on Fathers Day, June 21st, at 8AM, and Saturday night, at 9PM, I ended up going into labor on my own. Lets just say that the easy pregnancy I had, definatly bit me in the ass once I hit the delivery room, as I finally received my karma that my other pregnant friends had been warning me of as they gained 50 lbs in water weight and threw their guts up, as I trotted along happy as a clam, with no issues. I had the worst experience in the delivery room! Aside from the fact that I had contact with only 2 wonderful medical professionals during my entire duration at the hospital, we had some very touch and go situations with Noah making his arrival. But, one botched epidural, sunnyside up sideways baby with a low heart rate and the cord wrapped around his neck and not breathing, 16 hours, and a cut and torn hoo hoo later, I delivered the most precious being on the planet.
Call me a little bias, but I have the cutest damn kid ever. He was even cute when he first came out... and babys aren't cute when they are first delivered. Yes, I am a very proud mom! Anyways, the first week was a disaster, and it had nothing to do with my son. In fact, he was a perfect angel. He slept 6 hours at a time, hardly ever cried, and was totally and completly patient everytime his dingbat parents tried to put him in his car seat (which, come to find out we have been doing wrong the past 4 weeks... haha.. go figure! Who would have thought that all the practice Michael and I did before Noah's arrival on the stuffed monkey wouldn't pay off for us) He was just amazing! I, however, was still suffering the effects of the spinal headache, caused by the leaking spinal fluid, which was caused by the botched epidural I was given. So back to the hospital I go, to get a blood patch to fix the hole in my spine, and I was back to new.... well.... minus the extreme pain and bleeding going on downstairs... if you know what I mean. OUCH! My poor girly parts! Not only was I sliced open, but I also tore, since Noah came out sideways. That doctor stiched me up for a half hour! Will I ever walk the same again? Pee the same? Will I ever want to have my husband get anywhere NEAR me again without breaking out into a cold sweat?? I was greatly disturbed about the disaster that had become of my female organs.
For the record though, I am pretty sure my poor husband was probably concerened about those parts as well! Awwww... my wonderful and patient and life safing husband. I couldn't say enough wonderful things about the man who was the only reason I got through delivery and the stressful week after, without breaking down. This man truly needs a medal of honor or needs to get some sort of husband of the year recongination for his battle fought. Aside from keeping me focused during some very touch and go times in the delivery room, he spent the following week after, not only being my rock, but helping me care for our baby, as I couldn't even get out of bed. I did realize at one point, as I am standing naked in the emergency room bathroom, attempting to cleaning my stitch area, after peeing, and my husband is holding my hospital gown and handing me a wash cloth, that there is definatly no more mystery left in our marriage. We went from innocent flirting, to NOT so innocent flirting and having a good time, to being married, having a baby and watching one another pee.... now that's a story book romance for you! LOL.
After everything had calmed down, we finally got to enjoy our newborn... andboy is he just a beautiful child. As of today, he is offically one month old, and I am so amazed at how much he has grown already. He has such a great personality, and his facial expressions are priceless. He has finally started letting us put him in his cradle to sleep, as the first 4 weeks, he had INSISTED on sleeping in your arms, or somewhere where he is close to you (AKA our bed) Let me tell you, I LOVE watching my son sleep and love him sleeping in my arms. It's the most peaceful thing in the world to me, but, I would get so exhausted because I couldn't get a good night sleep because I was so aware of him and not wanting to crush him, that I would sleep like crap. So now, he's become a big boy and sleeps in his cradle at night... however, he still has to fall asleep with somebody holding him, but now he doesn't wake up when you lay him down... eventually I'll buck up and learn to be tough and let him cry when I put him in his cradle to sleep, but at this point, I am just not tough enough to do that yet.
I had fully intended on breast feeding him for at least the first 3 months, however, my body decided otherwise. I made it 3 weeks breast feeding before my milk supply wasn't exactly meeting my boys demand, and we had to switch to formula. He's been on formula for a week now, and he's finally starting to get the hang of the change in eating habits, although, he hasn't learned that he can't suck on the bottle for comfort when he's sleepy, like he used to when I was breast feeding, as his little tummy doesn't hold that much and then we both end up taking a formula bath. My doctor told me that babies know when they are full, they will not overeat... well... not my kid... LOL... But we're still learning.
I aboustatly love spending the days with him.... he is my heart and soul and just makes me smile.... even when he is being fussy or spitting up on me. I am soooo paranoid though that I am going to do something wrong. My husband praises me and tells me that I am doing a wonderful job and I am a natural at being a mother, but I still feel like I don't belong in the superhuman mom group, I am so nervous. I made my first outting with him alone last weekend, and I was a scatterbrain, thank God I have such a patient and good baby, because lord knows he handled the situations better than I did. I have a feeling in a few months my kid will be teaching me a thing or two about the real world and not the other way around. All I can say though is I couldn't feel anymore blessed to be a mom and each and every day I am look forward to watching him grow and develop right underneath my eyes.
Well that's about all the time I have for now, I better be getting my little boys bottle ready soon, because it's about that time. I am sure my posts will probably be a little far and between, but I look forward to writing about my tirals and tribulations as a new mom, and any advise you can give.... I am willing to take!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
The waiting game.... not exactly the greatest game of them all!
So for the past... ohhhh... 9 months or so, I have been raving about this wonderful day! Yes, June 14th was that day I had been raving about and anxiously awaiting for 9 months. I had envisioned myself, waking up that morning, gently placing my hand on my stomach, while looking at Michael and calmly saying, "It's time". Then we get dressed, get in the car and arrive at the hospital, where I have a nice and easy and quick labor, get to hold my healthy son for the first time, and everything would be right with the world..... well... that little fantasy didn't exactly come true.
2 days before I was due... I vacuumed the house and Michael and I went to the Victoria Gardens where we *thought* we'd be having our last restaurant meal at the Yardhouse and going to a movie. I indulged in popcorn and some Junior Mints, all the while thinking... "this will be the last time I can do this for a while". Saturday, the day before my due date, Michael and I spent the entire day doing NOTHING. And let me tell you, for us, that is an AMAZING feat. We are always on the go and always doing something, so to spend the day watching movies and eating grilled cheese sandwiches was a real treat. We figured that resting was the best thing for us, considering we knew labor was so close..... Yet... Sunday rolls around... and low and behold..... no contractions. No feelings of labor, NOTHING! Just the Lakers winning the Finals and Michael and I BBQing steaks for dinner! This was CRAZY!!! I had waited and waited for Noah's due date to come, and here it was... and he had yet to grace us with his presence. SO I figured he had to come in the next few days right???? WRONG!!!
It is now 4 days past my due date and still I sit, babyless, and feeling like I am going to be the only woman on the face of this planet that will eternally be pregnant. I fear that once I do finally give birth, my son is going to come out sporting a full-faced beard, smoking a cigar, and inquiring about stock investments, while sipping on some Jack Daniels and smacking the nurses asses.... Is this kid EVER going to get here?!? At our doctors appointment yesterday, the doctor told me that I am not even dilated a cm yet, but my cervix is at least thinning out. So she scheduled me for an induction on Sunday morning, Fathers Day, at 8AM. So basically, I have 3 days left to wait for him to come on his own, and if he doesn't then off to the hospital we go to be induced.... which I am really not looking forward to considering all the horror stories I've heard from EVERYBODY I've talked to that has ever been induced.
So I sit here and wait... and wait.... and wait... and wait and it's driving me insane! I mean it's reassuring knowing that in 3 days or so that all this will be over with and that I'll have my beautiful baby boy to hold, but it has been an everlasting eternity getting to that point. I am really hoping that Noah decides to come on his own, before we're induced on Sunday. In fact, I am headed out for a walk down to the country club and the lake in hopes I might walk him into labor.... I am going to make this baby come out if it's the last thing I do! LOL
2 days before I was due... I vacuumed the house and Michael and I went to the Victoria Gardens where we *thought* we'd be having our last restaurant meal at the Yardhouse and going to a movie. I indulged in popcorn and some Junior Mints, all the while thinking... "this will be the last time I can do this for a while". Saturday, the day before my due date, Michael and I spent the entire day doing NOTHING. And let me tell you, for us, that is an AMAZING feat. We are always on the go and always doing something, so to spend the day watching movies and eating grilled cheese sandwiches was a real treat. We figured that resting was the best thing for us, considering we knew labor was so close..... Yet... Sunday rolls around... and low and behold..... no contractions. No feelings of labor, NOTHING! Just the Lakers winning the Finals and Michael and I BBQing steaks for dinner! This was CRAZY!!! I had waited and waited for Noah's due date to come, and here it was... and he had yet to grace us with his presence. SO I figured he had to come in the next few days right???? WRONG!!!
It is now 4 days past my due date and still I sit, babyless, and feeling like I am going to be the only woman on the face of this planet that will eternally be pregnant. I fear that once I do finally give birth, my son is going to come out sporting a full-faced beard, smoking a cigar, and inquiring about stock investments, while sipping on some Jack Daniels and smacking the nurses asses.... Is this kid EVER going to get here?!? At our doctors appointment yesterday, the doctor told me that I am not even dilated a cm yet, but my cervix is at least thinning out. So she scheduled me for an induction on Sunday morning, Fathers Day, at 8AM. So basically, I have 3 days left to wait for him to come on his own, and if he doesn't then off to the hospital we go to be induced.... which I am really not looking forward to considering all the horror stories I've heard from EVERYBODY I've talked to that has ever been induced.
So I sit here and wait... and wait.... and wait... and wait and it's driving me insane! I mean it's reassuring knowing that in 3 days or so that all this will be over with and that I'll have my beautiful baby boy to hold, but it has been an everlasting eternity getting to that point. I am really hoping that Noah decides to come on his own, before we're induced on Sunday. In fact, I am headed out for a walk down to the country club and the lake in hopes I might walk him into labor.... I am going to make this baby come out if it's the last thing I do! LOL
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Beginning to lose my mind already!
Well today marks just 3 days before my expected delivery date, and sadly, I don't feel like I am even close to having him at all! For a month my doctor has been telling me that his head is in position, right where he needs to be, and that he is ready to go, he just has to decide when that's going to be. So for a month I have been expecting, that any day, my little guy would be making his arrival, and alas, no little guy yet! Yesterday we had our doctors appointment and the doctor told me that I am not dilated yet, but my cervix is getting thinner, and that his head is in a perfect position, so that once labor starts, I won't have very much pushing to do before he comes out(which is a relief to me!)She even tried to get labor start for me, but she couldn't quite reach my membranes, so I was sent home to wait....... UGH!
For the past month I have been feeling lots of braxton hicks contractions and lots of pressure in my pelvic area, which are all good signs I am getting ready for labor, and now.... I am not feeling ANYTHING! I can't even believe it! After all this time, it doesn't feel like I am going to go into labor anytime soon and it's driving me nuts! My entire family has been on pins and needles and busting ass to get ahead in their work, so that once the baby is here, there are no distractions, and they call me everyday wanting to know how I am feeling and I give the the same answer.... "Great... DAMNIT!!!" LOL
The doctor told me that if I don't deliver by our next scheduled appointment next Wednesday(which is 3 days after my due date) that they are going to schedule me for an induction on Sunday, June 21st. There in lies where I am starting to stress. See, I have been doing alot of reading and research and 90% of the time when labor is not started naturally, is where the hardest labor and delivery begins, and where the baby is subjected to the most stress. The medicine they give you to induce (pitician, which I totally spelled wrong by the way) starts your contractions and starts them out very strong. Basically the minor and less intense contractions you feel when labor begins naturally at 1 cm or 2 cm, feel more strong and intense, like you are already at 8cm with the pitician. With the stronger contractions right off the bat, your more inclined to have an epidural for the pain, with an epidural you have a chance of your babies heart rate dropping, and when the babies heart rate drops, they then wheel you in for a C-Section. Personally, I am scared to death to be induced because everything that I have learned has shown me that once you start interfering with natural that that is when the most difficult experiences in labor and delivery begin. I have had such an amazing pregnancy to be honest with you, and I don't want to have a bad experience delivering or have to worry if my baby is ok or not... I am now officially starting to panic!
I don't want to be induced! I just want my kid to make up his mind on his own and come out when he's good and ready, not be forced to come out with medication. I may not be making too much sense right now, but all I want is for this little man of mine to come out soon and on his own. The past week has seemed like an eternity and I am sure the next 3 days will also drag on as well..... just keep me in your thoughts and pray like hell that my kid gets here soon, before I start to lose it a little bit more... LOL
For the past month I have been feeling lots of braxton hicks contractions and lots of pressure in my pelvic area, which are all good signs I am getting ready for labor, and now.... I am not feeling ANYTHING! I can't even believe it! After all this time, it doesn't feel like I am going to go into labor anytime soon and it's driving me nuts! My entire family has been on pins and needles and busting ass to get ahead in their work, so that once the baby is here, there are no distractions, and they call me everyday wanting to know how I am feeling and I give the the same answer.... "Great... DAMNIT!!!" LOL
The doctor told me that if I don't deliver by our next scheduled appointment next Wednesday(which is 3 days after my due date) that they are going to schedule me for an induction on Sunday, June 21st. There in lies where I am starting to stress. See, I have been doing alot of reading and research and 90% of the time when labor is not started naturally, is where the hardest labor and delivery begins, and where the baby is subjected to the most stress. The medicine they give you to induce (pitician, which I totally spelled wrong by the way) starts your contractions and starts them out very strong. Basically the minor and less intense contractions you feel when labor begins naturally at 1 cm or 2 cm, feel more strong and intense, like you are already at 8cm with the pitician. With the stronger contractions right off the bat, your more inclined to have an epidural for the pain, with an epidural you have a chance of your babies heart rate dropping, and when the babies heart rate drops, they then wheel you in for a C-Section. Personally, I am scared to death to be induced because everything that I have learned has shown me that once you start interfering with natural that that is when the most difficult experiences in labor and delivery begin. I have had such an amazing pregnancy to be honest with you, and I don't want to have a bad experience delivering or have to worry if my baby is ok or not... I am now officially starting to panic!
I don't want to be induced! I just want my kid to make up his mind on his own and come out when he's good and ready, not be forced to come out with medication. I may not be making too much sense right now, but all I want is for this little man of mine to come out soon and on his own. The past week has seemed like an eternity and I am sure the next 3 days will also drag on as well..... just keep me in your thoughts and pray like hell that my kid gets here soon, before I start to lose it a little bit more... LOL
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
The mice fight back! The war continues!
So yesterday I shared with you that Michael and I are engaging in a war on the mice that have apparently taken up residence in our house. I figured that since we loaded up on weapons of mass destruction, Sunday afternoon, that we wouldn't be seeing any signs of those beady eyed furry little rodents anywhere near our house again. Well... unfortunately they have taken matters into there own hands and they are determined to fight back... the little bastards.
Ever since Sunday's first mouse sighting, P-Kitty has been on alert. Although yesterday she spent the day catching up on her sleep, but as soon as she joined the land of the living somewhere around 5pm, she went straight back into Michael and I's bedroom and master bathroom to resume her watch kitty status, she knew something wasn't right and she was prepared to be the first one on the job. Michael had gotten home from work and excitedly checked all our mouse traps to see if we were able to nab any during the day, but came up empty handed... no caught mice, but he found, what looked like fresh droppings, in our pantry. I was kind of getting concerned considering we had a trap set up in the pantry and the mice were obviously too uninterested in our strategic peanut butter trap. It became aware to me that these guys are good, real professionals, they know when to spot a trap. The fresh droppings were just their way of saying, "we know about your little traps and we're ready to fight back so f*ck you and your peanut butter traps." We're not dealing with the average mice here, let me tell you, these are the super smart one's and I was just waiting for the next time one would venture it's way into my pathway again.
Michael and I had just gotten done watching the news in bed, and we shut off the TV and were getting comfortable to fall asleep. Mind you our killer attack kitty was still on duty sniffing around our bedroom and bathroom. The TV had been off for no more than a minute, before we heard our cat spring into action and start running about in the bedroom. We turned on the light and sure enough, she had chased another mouse underneath our entertainment center again. I resumed my usual position standing on the bed and ready to spring if the little shit decided to leap to his get away up on our bed, while Michael went to go find his plastic cups again to catch him. He closed off our bedroom again and moved the entertainment center and P-Kitty dove into action, chasing this fast little rodent all over our bedroom. Under the bed, back under the entertainment center again..... this guy was faster than the last one, but P-Kitty was on her guard. Granted, she has no front claws, so her batting at him was relativity useless, but she was able to pin him to certain areas, in an attempt for Michael to try to catch him. Unfortunately the little shit was a little to fast for my husband and his plastic red cups, as it dove itself under our bathroom door for a getaway into the bathroom.
Now, there was no way on Earth, I was going to be able to sleep with that sucker still on the loose, so Michael and his trusty hunting cat, barricaded themselves and our furry intruder into the bathroom. They were determined to catch this little bastard if it was the last thing they did. Now at this point, I am telling them to put a towel underneath the door, so that damn mouse doesn't run back under the door into the bedroom again. Now, what took place at this point on is completely beyond me, as both Michael and P-Kitty and the mouse took a stand-off in my bathroom, while I still took up residence standing on our bed. All I can tell you is I heard nothing but silence from the bathroom for a good 15 minutes.... then I heard a loud crash, which was the sound of Michael's flashlight crashing to the ground and the sound of shit flying everywhere..... then more silence.... Hmmmmm.... Either the mouse finally lost his battle or my husband and my cat lost their battle.... but... it wasn't over yet. After chasing the mouse into my bathroom cabinet, Michael was able to beat to mouse to death with our plunger. Yes, another dead mouse, this one losing it's life to our plunger.
At this point I am really concerned as to how these mice are making their way from our attic into our house. Michael and I have searched this house high and low, in every corner possible, and could not find an entrance. However, our question was answered for us, as Michael was doing his homicide clean up, and drawing the chalk marks on our tile, where the corpse of mouse terrorist number two had previously laid. When Michael and P-Kitty found him hiding in the bathroom, he was in a cabinet, which, was closed. There is apparently a hole under the cabinet, that leads up into the cabinet, as well as there is a hole from the cabinet, that leads underneath our bathtub. Our new theory is that they are climbing down the walls, from the attic, and crawling under the bathtub, and up into our bathroom through this tiny separation between the wood cabinets and the tile. Or.... at least... we're HOPING that's what is really going on. So Michael went and grabbed the electric chair.... the black box that shocks the mice when they enter it, and placed it next to the hole under the sink, as well as he placed a tray of poison under there, hoping we could get them at their point of entrance. This really meant war then!!
So Michael and I both spent the entire night, pretty much tossing and turning at the fact that we were being attacked in our own home by little field mice and P-Kitty spent the night on patrol between our bathroom and bedroom. At one point she decided to go into stealth mode, and laid with her entire body underneath the bed, with just her little head sticking out from under the bed-skirt, so she could be ready for attack again. Our little attack kitty wasn't going to sleep a wink until she knew all was clear. This morning, when we got up, we were disappointed to find that we still hadn't caught any of the bastards yet. Very very crafty little shits.... they are taunting us. They are sitting up there in our attic, blueprints spread out on their little mouse table, with the head mouse wearing his little reading classes, while the rest of their terrorist army of mice sit waiting for the details of their next suicide mission. This isn't your average society of mice I tell you, they have accepted our challenge and they are ready for war.
P-Kitty has finally crashed out from her night of mouse watch, as she as passed out on our bed with her head buried underneath one of my decorative pillows. The mice know my strongest allies are missing, as Michael is at the office and P-Kitty couldn't be woken up if the entire house came crashing down around her. They know I am the weak link, as now I hear their scratching coming from the attic again as well as I am hearing movements from my cabinets, and scary enough, it seems to follow me into every room I am in. Somewhere, in a dark corner of the room, there is a little watch mouse, with his binoculars on me, relating back my every move to the rest of the demon army via a walkie talkie. They are just waiting for the right time to strike again and probably when I am at my most vulnerable state. The war isn't over yet guys! We've only just begun. You furry little f*ckers are going down!
Ever since Sunday's first mouse sighting, P-Kitty has been on alert. Although yesterday she spent the day catching up on her sleep, but as soon as she joined the land of the living somewhere around 5pm, she went straight back into Michael and I's bedroom and master bathroom to resume her watch kitty status, she knew something wasn't right and she was prepared to be the first one on the job. Michael had gotten home from work and excitedly checked all our mouse traps to see if we were able to nab any during the day, but came up empty handed... no caught mice, but he found, what looked like fresh droppings, in our pantry. I was kind of getting concerned considering we had a trap set up in the pantry and the mice were obviously too uninterested in our strategic peanut butter trap. It became aware to me that these guys are good, real professionals, they know when to spot a trap. The fresh droppings were just their way of saying, "we know about your little traps and we're ready to fight back so f*ck you and your peanut butter traps." We're not dealing with the average mice here, let me tell you, these are the super smart one's and I was just waiting for the next time one would venture it's way into my pathway again.
Michael and I had just gotten done watching the news in bed, and we shut off the TV and were getting comfortable to fall asleep. Mind you our killer attack kitty was still on duty sniffing around our bedroom and bathroom. The TV had been off for no more than a minute, before we heard our cat spring into action and start running about in the bedroom. We turned on the light and sure enough, she had chased another mouse underneath our entertainment center again. I resumed my usual position standing on the bed and ready to spring if the little shit decided to leap to his get away up on our bed, while Michael went to go find his plastic cups again to catch him. He closed off our bedroom again and moved the entertainment center and P-Kitty dove into action, chasing this fast little rodent all over our bedroom. Under the bed, back under the entertainment center again..... this guy was faster than the last one, but P-Kitty was on her guard. Granted, she has no front claws, so her batting at him was relativity useless, but she was able to pin him to certain areas, in an attempt for Michael to try to catch him. Unfortunately the little shit was a little to fast for my husband and his plastic red cups, as it dove itself under our bathroom door for a getaway into the bathroom.
Now, there was no way on Earth, I was going to be able to sleep with that sucker still on the loose, so Michael and his trusty hunting cat, barricaded themselves and our furry intruder into the bathroom. They were determined to catch this little bastard if it was the last thing they did. Now at this point, I am telling them to put a towel underneath the door, so that damn mouse doesn't run back under the door into the bedroom again. Now, what took place at this point on is completely beyond me, as both Michael and P-Kitty and the mouse took a stand-off in my bathroom, while I still took up residence standing on our bed. All I can tell you is I heard nothing but silence from the bathroom for a good 15 minutes.... then I heard a loud crash, which was the sound of Michael's flashlight crashing to the ground and the sound of shit flying everywhere..... then more silence.... Hmmmmm.... Either the mouse finally lost his battle or my husband and my cat lost their battle.... but... it wasn't over yet. After chasing the mouse into my bathroom cabinet, Michael was able to beat to mouse to death with our plunger. Yes, another dead mouse, this one losing it's life to our plunger.
At this point I am really concerned as to how these mice are making their way from our attic into our house. Michael and I have searched this house high and low, in every corner possible, and could not find an entrance. However, our question was answered for us, as Michael was doing his homicide clean up, and drawing the chalk marks on our tile, where the corpse of mouse terrorist number two had previously laid. When Michael and P-Kitty found him hiding in the bathroom, he was in a cabinet, which, was closed. There is apparently a hole under the cabinet, that leads up into the cabinet, as well as there is a hole from the cabinet, that leads underneath our bathtub. Our new theory is that they are climbing down the walls, from the attic, and crawling under the bathtub, and up into our bathroom through this tiny separation between the wood cabinets and the tile. Or.... at least... we're HOPING that's what is really going on. So Michael went and grabbed the electric chair.... the black box that shocks the mice when they enter it, and placed it next to the hole under the sink, as well as he placed a tray of poison under there, hoping we could get them at their point of entrance. This really meant war then!!
So Michael and I both spent the entire night, pretty much tossing and turning at the fact that we were being attacked in our own home by little field mice and P-Kitty spent the night on patrol between our bathroom and bedroom. At one point she decided to go into stealth mode, and laid with her entire body underneath the bed, with just her little head sticking out from under the bed-skirt, so she could be ready for attack again. Our little attack kitty wasn't going to sleep a wink until she knew all was clear. This morning, when we got up, we were disappointed to find that we still hadn't caught any of the bastards yet. Very very crafty little shits.... they are taunting us. They are sitting up there in our attic, blueprints spread out on their little mouse table, with the head mouse wearing his little reading classes, while the rest of their terrorist army of mice sit waiting for the details of their next suicide mission. This isn't your average society of mice I tell you, they have accepted our challenge and they are ready for war.
P-Kitty has finally crashed out from her night of mouse watch, as she as passed out on our bed with her head buried underneath one of my decorative pillows. The mice know my strongest allies are missing, as Michael is at the office and P-Kitty couldn't be woken up if the entire house came crashing down around her. They know I am the weak link, as now I hear their scratching coming from the attic again as well as I am hearing movements from my cabinets, and scary enough, it seems to follow me into every room I am in. Somewhere, in a dark corner of the room, there is a little watch mouse, with his binoculars on me, relating back my every move to the rest of the demon army via a walkie talkie. They are just waiting for the right time to strike again and probably when I am at my most vulnerable state. The war isn't over yet guys! We've only just begun. You furry little f*ckers are going down!
Monday, June 1, 2009
This means war! The joys of country living
I am not a "city girl" by any means. I was raised in Reche Canyon, of all places, so I became quite accustomed to the coyotes, snakes, lizards, and the other wild life that ran around up there. Not that I like any of them praticulary, but you just get used to knowing that you have to cross paths with them from time to time. I had been living in the city environment for the past 3 years, so I didn't really have to deal with them too much. When Michael and I bought our home up here in Llano, although it's in a neighborhood with paved streets and such, our backyard buts up to the base of the mountain. Michael had asked me if I had a problem with that, and of course I didn't. Where we live reminds me so much of where I grew up in Reche Canyon so I guess that is why I instantly felt so comfortable here once we moved in. Since we moved in, just over a month ago, we really haven't had any wild life problems, per-say, and in fact, we've only heard coyotes 2 nights, and just saw one run across the street one time, so I didn't think we'd have too much of a problem. Of course, there is BEAUTIFUL wild life up here that have taken up residence in my front yard, that Michael and I just love to watch from our front windows every morning. We have a family of quail, which just hatched their babies, and it's so cute to see them running around our front yard. We also have a family of squirrels that live in the side yard, that also just had babies, that love to run around. We also have our fair share of frogs too that hop up to the screen doors and around the yard. It's really neat and peaceful and it makes me sigh peacefully at the beauty of it all. I really do live in a beautiful house and to be able to witness such beauties of nature on a daily basis, really is a blessing. However, this past weekend, we had some wild life.... "issues" I should say, that made for a little comic relief as well as two burial ceremonies taking place in our backyard.
Saturday morning, Michael went out to mow our law for the first time. When we first bought the house, since it had been vacant, all our grass was dead, however we were lucky that the previous owners had an AMAZING watering system on the house, since we have so many trees and plants adorning the house as well, it only took a months time frame for our grass to grow in green and lush and for all of my trees to start blossoming. So since our grass was nice and healthy and starting to over grow our front yard now, it was time to cut it. So my hubby heads out to do his husbandly duties of lawn maintenance and does a very fine job of it as well, until he starts racking the yard. Unfortunately, one of the frogs that likes to hop around our front yard, apparently didn't hear the roar of our lawn mower, and didn't escape in time, and my husband, who I know call the "frog murder" ran right over him and decapitated poor Kermit! Poor little guy! So I made Michael give him a proper burial in our backyard and say a little prayer for the poor unsuspecting frog who lost his life to our lawn mower! RIP dear ol' kermie!
Sunday morning, we managed to have another wild life adventure. See last week, while cleaning the floors, I had noticed in the corners, what looked to be like little mouse droppings. Michael and I went on a quest to every room in the house to see where there might be a place for mice to get in, or if there was any chewings on any of the food in our pantry. We cleaned up the droppings and just figured maybe they were old droppings, since we couldn't find anything that would lead us to where a mouse would get in, and since none of our food had been tampered with, and typically that's the first thing you notice with a mouse. So we decided that we would just keep an eye out... besides, we have an indoor cat, granted she may be spoiled and has never actually hunted a day in her life... but it's still in a cat's nature to go after rodents right?!? Well later in the week I was sitting in the office on the computer, when I heard scratching coming from the attic. Yep, sure shit, we had mice up there. But that's ok, as long as they are in the attic and not running around my house that's ok. So Michael and I decided that we'd head to the store, during the weekend to pick up some Decon to put in the attic... again, there was no more signs of mice droppings in the corners and no signs of breakages in our food, we were sure they were just confined to the attic... again... we've got ourselves a tough cat, she'd be SURE to smell out a mouse.... right?!?! Now I know that mice are little and they wouldn't hurt you, but good God almighty, those little suckers creep me the hell out! The thought of having any loose in my house sends shivers down my spine! So all I could hope for was that they were just in our attic.
So Sunday morning, Michael and I get up, and he told me that while he was using our master bathroom the night before, he had heard the scratching coming from the attic above our bathroom and that later that day, we;d head out to pick up some Decon to poison them. So we had a nice breakfast and enjoyed the morning and then I headed in to make the bed so I could start getting ready for the day. I walked into our bedroom and P-Kitty was sitting in our bathroom, kinda just staring out into space, which was really unlike her. She has her usual sitting and laying spots and the bathroom certainly was not one of them. She even ran into our closet in the bathroom and was sniffing around. That had her attention for about a few minutes, then she turned around and left the room like everything was kosher. I had just figured she probably heard the scratching in the attic, which had prompted her to come in and investigate. So I went about my business making the bed. Now... every woman probably does just the same as me. You have your 1,000 decorative pillows that you don't *actually* sleep on, that decorate your bed during the day, but you take off the bed at night. I have just that. So I keep those pillows stacked in the corner of the bedroom. I was grabbing one of my million pillows off the ground to put on the bed, when underneath it, there was a little surprise waiting for me. Now, it took me a good second and a half to realize that it was in fact a REAL mouse, because P-Kitty has a ton of those little cat nip one's, and I had thought maybe Michael had placed one there in an effort to scare me, since I was a little on edge about the "mice issue", noooooo... this mouse wasn't red or green or blue with cloth eyes, this was, in fact, a real little furry brown mouse with beady little eyes looking up at me. He blinked at me!!!!! I jumped up so fast and took off running through the house, screaming like a banshee. I don't think my feet even touched the ground the entire way, as I made my way to the front door, where I stood there, stomping my feet up and down, STILL screaming, as my husband looks at me in horror like I had just witnessed a murder or something. My poor cat even stood there staring at me in horror, with her ears pinned back.
I yell at Michael that I found a mouse in our bedroom and he needed to go get it. Apparently my blood curdling scream had rendered the poor mouse deaf and motionless, because he was still in the same spot he was when I beat feet out of that bedroom at Mach 30. Of course, like the insane person I am, I tell Michael, "Don't kill him, just catch him and put him outside"..... right... I know..... So Michael grabs two plastic cups, and shuts the bedroom door and attempts to catch my furry little friend. The mouse runs under our entertainment center, so Michael calls me in for reinforcements. Now, there is no way my feet are going to be anywhere on the ground in that bedroom till that mouse is out of there, but Michael needs to move the entertainment center to catch him, so I need to watch to let Michael know where the mouse runs to. So I hop up on the bed and prepare myself for the little demon to make his way out from under our entertainment center. Michael moves the entertainment center and the crafty little shit moves with it! So Michael has an idea, we have a friggin cat, she'll definitely chase that mouse out from there right? So Michael brings P-Kitty into our room and we anticipate that her keen cat sense will send her running to the entertainment center, chase out the mouse, and our work will be done. That damn cat, nonchalantly walks up to the entertainment center, right near where the mouse is sitting, sniffs around, and then walks aways and lays down on the floor, giving us this look like, "was there something you needed, because you really interrupted me from something very important". Great! We have a cat that could care less about chasing mice! What are the odds??? So Michael moves the entertainment center again, and this time the mouse goes to run. Well... now P-Kitty sees him run, so she darts off after him, apparently she was thinking that mouse was one of her cat nip toys until the sucker actually moved. She really didn't know what to do, as she has never chased a mouse in her entire life. She kind of batted at him, as she ran after him, but clearly she was confused as to what her role was in this war. She managed to chase him into one of our floor fans, where he just sat there, taunting her and Michael. So I told Michael that was perfect, we could just carry the fan outside ( or HE rather could just carry the fan outside, because I wasn't getting close to that sucker if my life depended on it) and then he could run away to the field and live happily ever after. So Michael takes the fan outside and the little shit STILL doesn't come out. Since the mouse was sitting at the bottom of the fan, the fan blades weren't anywhere near him, so Michael gets the bright idea that he'll turn the fan on, on low, so that the wind scares the mouse into running away.... well... it was starting to work... that was of course until the fan tipped over and Michael heard a **thunk** noise and announced that "we had a little bit of an accident"..... yes... the furry little mouse had fallen victim to the blades of our fan. So Michael had to open the fan, and remove the dead mouse, and bury him in the backyard, next to the frog he buried the day before. Needless to say, we didn't have a very good weekend when it came to animals. Thank God P-Kitty made it through the weekend alive! So after our little mouse adventure, Michael and I headed off to Lowes and $100.00 later we were loaded down with the strongest in mouse artillery. It looked like we were headed to battle! We got some box that shocks them and stores there little corpses in there, as well as the little white traps that they walk into to eat the peanut butter, and then it closes and keeps there corpses in there as well, and we got loads and loads of poison to put in our attic. We were ready to fight these little suckers with everything they got. We want them little bastards to tell all their little mice friends that we Medlin's mean business and to take up residence in somebody else's house! So we'll see what happens, hopefully those traps and all that poison will do some good. I am not really sure I can handle another mouse sighting.
So this weekend was a nice reminder about what it's like to live in the country. P-Kitty is now, in attack mode, in fact, she sat in our bathroom the entire night, guarding to make sure no other mice were going to make it in. This morning though, she kind of lost her luster on the mouse hunt, as she now lays on her pillow in the spare bedroom taking a nap. All I can say is I hope one of those mice just come running across the floor today while Michael is at work, I may end up going into labor, or worse, I'll have to run across the street and talk my neighbor into coming and catching it. If anybody sees me driving around the Inland Empire today, it's because I have discovered another mouse and that there was no way in HELL I was going to stay in this house with that sucker loose, until my husband got home to catch it!!! Little bastards! This means war!!! On a side note, I do have my gun, maybe I can just shoot at them??? What do you think??? LOL
Saturday morning, Michael went out to mow our law for the first time. When we first bought the house, since it had been vacant, all our grass was dead, however we were lucky that the previous owners had an AMAZING watering system on the house, since we have so many trees and plants adorning the house as well, it only took a months time frame for our grass to grow in green and lush and for all of my trees to start blossoming. So since our grass was nice and healthy and starting to over grow our front yard now, it was time to cut it. So my hubby heads out to do his husbandly duties of lawn maintenance and does a very fine job of it as well, until he starts racking the yard. Unfortunately, one of the frogs that likes to hop around our front yard, apparently didn't hear the roar of our lawn mower, and didn't escape in time, and my husband, who I know call the "frog murder" ran right over him and decapitated poor Kermit! Poor little guy! So I made Michael give him a proper burial in our backyard and say a little prayer for the poor unsuspecting frog who lost his life to our lawn mower! RIP dear ol' kermie!
Sunday morning, we managed to have another wild life adventure. See last week, while cleaning the floors, I had noticed in the corners, what looked to be like little mouse droppings. Michael and I went on a quest to every room in the house to see where there might be a place for mice to get in, or if there was any chewings on any of the food in our pantry. We cleaned up the droppings and just figured maybe they were old droppings, since we couldn't find anything that would lead us to where a mouse would get in, and since none of our food had been tampered with, and typically that's the first thing you notice with a mouse. So we decided that we would just keep an eye out... besides, we have an indoor cat, granted she may be spoiled and has never actually hunted a day in her life... but it's still in a cat's nature to go after rodents right?!? Well later in the week I was sitting in the office on the computer, when I heard scratching coming from the attic. Yep, sure shit, we had mice up there. But that's ok, as long as they are in the attic and not running around my house that's ok. So Michael and I decided that we'd head to the store, during the weekend to pick up some Decon to put in the attic... again, there was no more signs of mice droppings in the corners and no signs of breakages in our food, we were sure they were just confined to the attic... again... we've got ourselves a tough cat, she'd be SURE to smell out a mouse.... right?!?! Now I know that mice are little and they wouldn't hurt you, but good God almighty, those little suckers creep me the hell out! The thought of having any loose in my house sends shivers down my spine! So all I could hope for was that they were just in our attic.
So Sunday morning, Michael and I get up, and he told me that while he was using our master bathroom the night before, he had heard the scratching coming from the attic above our bathroom and that later that day, we;d head out to pick up some Decon to poison them. So we had a nice breakfast and enjoyed the morning and then I headed in to make the bed so I could start getting ready for the day. I walked into our bedroom and P-Kitty was sitting in our bathroom, kinda just staring out into space, which was really unlike her. She has her usual sitting and laying spots and the bathroom certainly was not one of them. She even ran into our closet in the bathroom and was sniffing around. That had her attention for about a few minutes, then she turned around and left the room like everything was kosher. I had just figured she probably heard the scratching in the attic, which had prompted her to come in and investigate. So I went about my business making the bed. Now... every woman probably does just the same as me. You have your 1,000 decorative pillows that you don't *actually* sleep on, that decorate your bed during the day, but you take off the bed at night. I have just that. So I keep those pillows stacked in the corner of the bedroom. I was grabbing one of my million pillows off the ground to put on the bed, when underneath it, there was a little surprise waiting for me. Now, it took me a good second and a half to realize that it was in fact a REAL mouse, because P-Kitty has a ton of those little cat nip one's, and I had thought maybe Michael had placed one there in an effort to scare me, since I was a little on edge about the "mice issue", noooooo... this mouse wasn't red or green or blue with cloth eyes, this was, in fact, a real little furry brown mouse with beady little eyes looking up at me. He blinked at me!!!!! I jumped up so fast and took off running through the house, screaming like a banshee. I don't think my feet even touched the ground the entire way, as I made my way to the front door, where I stood there, stomping my feet up and down, STILL screaming, as my husband looks at me in horror like I had just witnessed a murder or something. My poor cat even stood there staring at me in horror, with her ears pinned back.
I yell at Michael that I found a mouse in our bedroom and he needed to go get it. Apparently my blood curdling scream had rendered the poor mouse deaf and motionless, because he was still in the same spot he was when I beat feet out of that bedroom at Mach 30. Of course, like the insane person I am, I tell Michael, "Don't kill him, just catch him and put him outside"..... right... I know..... So Michael grabs two plastic cups, and shuts the bedroom door and attempts to catch my furry little friend. The mouse runs under our entertainment center, so Michael calls me in for reinforcements. Now, there is no way my feet are going to be anywhere on the ground in that bedroom till that mouse is out of there, but Michael needs to move the entertainment center to catch him, so I need to watch to let Michael know where the mouse runs to. So I hop up on the bed and prepare myself for the little demon to make his way out from under our entertainment center. Michael moves the entertainment center and the crafty little shit moves with it! So Michael has an idea, we have a friggin cat, she'll definitely chase that mouse out from there right? So Michael brings P-Kitty into our room and we anticipate that her keen cat sense will send her running to the entertainment center, chase out the mouse, and our work will be done. That damn cat, nonchalantly walks up to the entertainment center, right near where the mouse is sitting, sniffs around, and then walks aways and lays down on the floor, giving us this look like, "was there something you needed, because you really interrupted me from something very important". Great! We have a cat that could care less about chasing mice! What are the odds??? So Michael moves the entertainment center again, and this time the mouse goes to run. Well... now P-Kitty sees him run, so she darts off after him, apparently she was thinking that mouse was one of her cat nip toys until the sucker actually moved. She really didn't know what to do, as she has never chased a mouse in her entire life. She kind of batted at him, as she ran after him, but clearly she was confused as to what her role was in this war. She managed to chase him into one of our floor fans, where he just sat there, taunting her and Michael. So I told Michael that was perfect, we could just carry the fan outside ( or HE rather could just carry the fan outside, because I wasn't getting close to that sucker if my life depended on it) and then he could run away to the field and live happily ever after. So Michael takes the fan outside and the little shit STILL doesn't come out. Since the mouse was sitting at the bottom of the fan, the fan blades weren't anywhere near him, so Michael gets the bright idea that he'll turn the fan on, on low, so that the wind scares the mouse into running away.... well... it was starting to work... that was of course until the fan tipped over and Michael heard a **thunk** noise and announced that "we had a little bit of an accident"..... yes... the furry little mouse had fallen victim to the blades of our fan. So Michael had to open the fan, and remove the dead mouse, and bury him in the backyard, next to the frog he buried the day before. Needless to say, we didn't have a very good weekend when it came to animals. Thank God P-Kitty made it through the weekend alive! So after our little mouse adventure, Michael and I headed off to Lowes and $100.00 later we were loaded down with the strongest in mouse artillery. It looked like we were headed to battle! We got some box that shocks them and stores there little corpses in there, as well as the little white traps that they walk into to eat the peanut butter, and then it closes and keeps there corpses in there as well, and we got loads and loads of poison to put in our attic. We were ready to fight these little suckers with everything they got. We want them little bastards to tell all their little mice friends that we Medlin's mean business and to take up residence in somebody else's house! So we'll see what happens, hopefully those traps and all that poison will do some good. I am not really sure I can handle another mouse sighting.
So this weekend was a nice reminder about what it's like to live in the country. P-Kitty is now, in attack mode, in fact, she sat in our bathroom the entire night, guarding to make sure no other mice were going to make it in. This morning though, she kind of lost her luster on the mouse hunt, as she now lays on her pillow in the spare bedroom taking a nap. All I can say is I hope one of those mice just come running across the floor today while Michael is at work, I may end up going into labor, or worse, I'll have to run across the street and talk my neighbor into coming and catching it. If anybody sees me driving around the Inland Empire today, it's because I have discovered another mouse and that there was no way in HELL I was going to stay in this house with that sucker loose, until my husband got home to catch it!!! Little bastards! This means war!!! On a side note, I do have my gun, maybe I can just shoot at them??? What do you think??? LOL
Monday, May 11, 2009
Just another week.... and that much closer to "D" Day!
Well another week has passed and of course it has been interesting as usual. I am now officially 35 weeks pregnant, 22lbs heavier than I was before I was with child, with boobs that make me wonder why I ever needed a boob job in the first place and a ton more emotional and irritable than I ever thought I'd imagine I would ever be. Last week Michael and I finished our very last childbirth education class. To be honest with you, I got a lot more out of it than I thought I ever would. Of course, like the overachieving scholar I have always been my entire life, I managed to charm the heart of my childbirth instructor and prompt hatred looks from the rest of my classmates. Of course, it could have been that I was the only one in the class that actually had a baby daddy as my coach, but I am thinking they were just jealous at my ability to "hee hee hoo" better then *they* could and that I could recite the birthing acronyms without even looking... yes... I am that damn good! LOL! Actually, in all seriousness, I really enjoy learning something new, whether it's child-birthing or anything else for that matter, I have always excelled in a classroom environment. I'm not shy by any means, and I am certainly not afraid to speak up in class when the instructor is trying to engage in a group discussion and I definitely am not afraid to speak up if I have the right answer to a question. That of course makes me the perfect student in the teacher's eyes and the kiss ass in the other students eyes. There was one girl in particular who didn't like me at all. She didn't speak to me, (of course I am sure she spoke *about* me in spanish to her mother who she had to translate the majority of the class to... but whatever) but I could see her horns come out whenever I walked in the room. She even made it a point, when I answered a question correctly, to make a snide remark like, "Oh looks like *somebody* has been memorizing the material". Whatever bitch.... don't be a hater! LOL... Ahhhh reminds me of high school! Anyways, after the end of class the teacher asked me to come on board as a patient advisory member for the hospital, which I thought was pretty cool, and I am actually really considering it.
Last week as we were leaving class though, I really had an overwhelming feeling that "D" Day (AKA Delivery Day) is a lot closer than I thought. Hell, I haven't even packed my bag yet! Granted I have made a beautiful list of what I'm going to pack, once I start packing, however, if I go into labor tomorrow, I may just be heading to the hospital without my Bob Marley CD's and Cucumber Melon Body Lotion and favorite body pillow to ease my labor stresses. I guess instead of writing about it on Blogger, I could be packing it, but of course that would be to easy right? Everything has been going well with my pregnancy, and I've even started to get a few contractions here and there. In fact, Michael and I decided yesterday evening to take a walk to the little fishing lake down the street from our house and on the way back realized that lots of walking can trigger going into labor. I had a few strong contractions, but nothing serious and they started to subside. I followed the rule (the one I learned in class thank you very much!) that if your under 38 weeks if you get more than 4 or 5 contractions in a one hour time period to go to the hospital, well I only had about 3 in a one hour time period and then a couple more a few hours later and then they stopped altogether, so I was good. I have this sinking suspicion, and I've said it from day one, that I think he may come earlier than his due date, so we'll see if that happens or not. All I care about is making to my baby shower this weekend without going into labor, after that, I'll be ok if he comes anytime after that. We have another Doctor's appointment tomorrow, so we'll see what the doc has to say. Michael says she looks like the witch from the Wizard of Oz, so every time we go he graces me with the musical theme from the Wizard of Oz and says, "I'll get you my pretty and your little dog too...." Although hilarious, it makes it really hard to look her in the eyes without laughing when she comes in the room.
Well, I better get back to masking my baseboards in Noah's nursery. We decided to tackle the painting project this weekend and.... well... it didn't come out as we had planned. All we managed to do was primer the walls, and somehow, in the process all the masking tape I had on my baseboards had peeled it's way off, so now I have to re mask all the baseboards, so Michael can come home tonight and paint at least one of the walls. I am not really sure how it's going to look, but Michael assured me if it came out really shitty, he would bribe his cousin Eddie, who is a painter in Huntington Beach, with a few cases of beer to come up and redo the room. So I'm hoping for the best! I swear, men just can't seem to understand the importance of a good nursery. Michael keeps saying that Noah isn't going to have a clue what his nursery looks like when he comes home and that he'll be spending most of his time in our room, which of course he is correct, but still..... I just won't feel complete and ready for Noah's arrival until I know my Lake Marsh Green and Bay Bronze Beige painted walls look perfect equipped with little safari animals adorning the room. It's just a female thing I tell you! Men just don't get it!
Last week as we were leaving class though, I really had an overwhelming feeling that "D" Day (AKA Delivery Day) is a lot closer than I thought. Hell, I haven't even packed my bag yet! Granted I have made a beautiful list of what I'm going to pack, once I start packing, however, if I go into labor tomorrow, I may just be heading to the hospital without my Bob Marley CD's and Cucumber Melon Body Lotion and favorite body pillow to ease my labor stresses. I guess instead of writing about it on Blogger, I could be packing it, but of course that would be to easy right? Everything has been going well with my pregnancy, and I've even started to get a few contractions here and there. In fact, Michael and I decided yesterday evening to take a walk to the little fishing lake down the street from our house and on the way back realized that lots of walking can trigger going into labor. I had a few strong contractions, but nothing serious and they started to subside. I followed the rule (the one I learned in class thank you very much!) that if your under 38 weeks if you get more than 4 or 5 contractions in a one hour time period to go to the hospital, well I only had about 3 in a one hour time period and then a couple more a few hours later and then they stopped altogether, so I was good. I have this sinking suspicion, and I've said it from day one, that I think he may come earlier than his due date, so we'll see if that happens or not. All I care about is making to my baby shower this weekend without going into labor, after that, I'll be ok if he comes anytime after that. We have another Doctor's appointment tomorrow, so we'll see what the doc has to say. Michael says she looks like the witch from the Wizard of Oz, so every time we go he graces me with the musical theme from the Wizard of Oz and says, "I'll get you my pretty and your little dog too...." Although hilarious, it makes it really hard to look her in the eyes without laughing when she comes in the room.
Well, I better get back to masking my baseboards in Noah's nursery. We decided to tackle the painting project this weekend and.... well... it didn't come out as we had planned. All we managed to do was primer the walls, and somehow, in the process all the masking tape I had on my baseboards had peeled it's way off, so now I have to re mask all the baseboards, so Michael can come home tonight and paint at least one of the walls. I am not really sure how it's going to look, but Michael assured me if it came out really shitty, he would bribe his cousin Eddie, who is a painter in Huntington Beach, with a few cases of beer to come up and redo the room. So I'm hoping for the best! I swear, men just can't seem to understand the importance of a good nursery. Michael keeps saying that Noah isn't going to have a clue what his nursery looks like when he comes home and that he'll be spending most of his time in our room, which of course he is correct, but still..... I just won't feel complete and ready for Noah's arrival until I know my Lake Marsh Green and Bay Bronze Beige painted walls look perfect equipped with little safari animals adorning the room. It's just a female thing I tell you! Men just don't get it!
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