Saturday, September 17, 2016

Training out of town: What is a mom to do?

This weekend I had the opportunity to go to Tyler, Texas and attend Project Lead the Way Launch Training. I have a lot of good to say about the training, but this also has meant that I have had some time to myself. Granted I am in training all day until 5:00, but the night is still young when I am done. 

As a mom of a three and a half month old, and an almost four year old--with an assistant principal husband that works the schedule of two people (because his counterpart had a(nother) baby)--time to myself has been non-existent. Moms, I know you understand. I can't even pee without an interruption. 

So what is a mom to do with no babies and no real responsibilities for three nights? Well, the first night I went to the mall, and I shopped for about two hours. I did get myself some new clothes and I didn't eat dinner until 9:00--which was crazy and very un-mom-like. 

The next night I went shopping yet again, I had to buy some presents for the girls. I bought a movie ticket and saw Bridget Jone's Baby. (I highly recommend. Super cute and funny, but did make me miss my little ones.) I can't tell you the last time I saw a "Chick Flick." 

Tonight, I went shopping again. (I may have a problem.) I needed some new eyeliner, and then I headed back to the hotel and am watching Michigan State Football and writing this blog. These are all things I have not been able to do, since who knows when. I may or may not watch my last episode of Parenthood--which I started when the baby was born. 

I have a new job. I have a new baby. I am adjusting to some new responsibilities at home and at work and these last few days have been kinda nice. I am not looking forward to the five hour drive home, but I am looking forward to seeing my little babies and my hubby. 

I wish I had something more exciting to say and if you have read to the end of this blog of mine, I thank you. 

Monday, May 23, 2016

Please stop asking me how much longer until I have this baby! (I have no idea!)

Why? Why is it when you get close to your due date that everyone seems to ask you, "How much longer?" Or, "are you counting down?" Or, something else just as ridiculous?

I am about to lose my mind. I have considered becoming a "shut in." I don't have the "luxury" of being on bedrest. (Please understand that is sarcasm. I feel for anyone who has to be on bedrest.) As of today I am not even 39 weeks pregnant. I understand that babies come out when they are ready.

I also am OVER being pregnant, but there is nothing I can do (that doesn't sound disgusting). No thanks, Castor Oil.

I am not saying that I don't want to meet my newborn. I am just saying that if you want to continue to ask me "how much longer," I may not be able to control my snarky-ness. And, I used to be a nice person. Pregnancy has put me over the edge.

It was especially bad yesterday when I went to church. I must have had 50 old ladies come up to me and ask me, "how much longer?" I don't know! If I knew, I could possibly have a new career as a fortune teller. But, thank you for asking.

And, I am not past my due date but here is a funny article on: 10 things Not to say to a woman who is past her due date.

At some point I will have this baby. I can't control how much longer she will choose to be in my tummy. I am just glad she is healthy and I have had a relatively easy pregnancy.

Monday, May 16, 2016

How Pregnancy #2 is WAY different than Pregnancy #1

As of today, I am almost 38 weeks pregnant with my second child.

I am three and a half years older, 34 (about to turn 35 in July) and let me tell you, this pregnancy is WAY different than my first.

I don't have hypertension, gestational diabetes or any of the other random pregnancy illnesses. But, I will tell you that pregnancy number two is so different from number one.

I am NOT nice to my husband. I feel terrible saying that and even worse putting it in writing. He gets the brunt of my complaining and general groans.

My co-workers think that I am a complete angel...but I tell them I am just nice at work.

This weekend I spent Sunday cleaning out our garage looking for random baby stuff. There are things I can't find, which with the first--everything was brand new--so it was stored in a closet. I can't tell you how many YouTube videos I watched yesterday as I had the bright idea of taking apart the carseat to wash everything. I hope I put all the straps back in the right places...

We must have one million baby outfits in size 0-3 months. Seriously, I have never seen so many onesies and pajamas. They have more than multiplied in three and a half years. Obviously, baby number two will grow out of them before she has a chance to wear them all. I think I have been doing laundry for a month. And then, where to put it all? With baby number one, I had a spare bedroom that could hold totes and baby stuff. Baby number two, your stuff has been in the garage. I washed it, so hopefully all the spider eggs are gone. No joke.

We have been blessed with diapers and really thoughtful gifts from our coworkers. This is also a crazy difference between pregnancies--my last job--there were about 25 people who were pregnant at the same time. Now, I work in an office with adults who were smart and had their children in their 20's--so my pregnancy takes them back to the 00's when they were having children.
This is just a sample of the diapers we got from my husband's work. In all, we got over 1,000 diapers! We are so thankful!

Lastly, I will say that one thing that I love is how excited "big sister" is for baby number two. (Granted, it may be short lived.) She wants to help more than ever and I know that she will be a great diaper runner/spit up wiper.

I am excited and anxious to meet baby number two. It should be any day now!

Friday, April 1, 2016

Hug your babies tight

This week has been emotionally draining. On top of being 8 months pregnant and not getting more than 5 hours of sleep a night, we have been busy. 

On Wednesday, I attended a funeral for a 18 month old. She was a granddaughter to two people who may be the nicest I have ever met. Janet is an educator who used to be the instructional coach on our campus. She moved to the district level and has since retired, but I remember attending various staff parties at her house. She is not only a mentor to many, she is like a grandma--too. She always had Diet Coke in her fridge and candy on the tables. I have never heard her utter an unkind word about anyone. Her husband Ray, is one of those people who may intimidate you at first. But, as you start to talk to him you realize he is wonderful and a totally devoted husband and father. When I was pregnant with our first daughter, my parents had not yet moved to Texas--Ray and Janet offered to babysit. 

When we heard Brooklyn--Janet and Ray's granddaughter passed away, we knew we needed to do something. 

Luckily, our Executive Director of Academic Achievement along with some other amazing people in our district took a little of the burden off the family--they bought food and created a sign up for the funeral dinner. We had spots to bring food, set up food, serve and clean up. People signed up in full force. There was quite a bit of food left, which is great news because the family is big and very close knit. 

I have no idea what they are going through. I feel so sad for them. I have no idea what to say. (I do keep thinking of this blog that I follow, "Life without Nash: Life after the loss of an infant." Check it out if you have time.) 

However, as I was talking to my boss, I asked him what to say to someone who just lost a loved one. (He used to be a pastor.) He said, "Don't say I am sorry. Just let them know you are there for them and you want to help." I felt like that was good advice. 

When my husband and I went to the funeral home for the visitation--Janet and Ray told both of us, "Hug your babies tight. You never know how much time you have with them." 

I loved this advice and I made sure I hugged my girl extra tight. I have really been trying to make more of an effort to be present with my three year old. I know that there will come a day when she won't say, "Mommy, come play with me."

My precious girl with her Papa. 

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Born to Teach

As my daughter has been around teachers her whole life--my mom, myself, my husband and my sister, it seems only natural for her to become an educator.

However, I really want her to be an engineer, a doctor or a pharmacist.

Last time I asked her, she wanted to be a mermaid.

She is three.

Yet, as I listen to her and I hear how she talks to others I can tell she is a natural teacher.

At daycare, after circle time is over, she actually leads a second circle time at with all the younger children. She leads them through songs and encourages them by saying, "yes so and so, that is right."

She helps her teachers manage the other students. Keeping kids in line, redirecting them when needed.

I don't want her to be bossy, but at the same time, I want her to be a leader. I want her to be comfortable speaking to large groups.

It really makes me wonder if someone can be born to teach. She emulates her teachers so well, and even when she was less than two, she idolized Miss Ashley who was the librarian who lead story time at the public library.

On Superbowl Sunday, during the halftime show--she lead my husband and I through her own version of circle time. She sat on our ottoman and read us two books. She sang us songs and encouraged us to participate.

No joke.

Sunday, January 3, 2016

Taking down the Christmas Tree....

Tomorrow we go back to work after being off for over two weeks. UGH. I am tired just thinking about it. Thankfully, at this stage in my pregnancy I am drinking coffee again and I have a feeling I will need it.

One thing that I just can't bring myself to do...take down the Christmas tree. 

I was going to take it down yesterday while the hubby was at the Alamo Bowl, but I just couldn't do it. 

I think what really got me was my three year old singing, "Kris Kringle--Jingle, Jingle, Jingle." Yesterday. Yes, all the Christmas music is gone from the radio, the Christmas shows are no longer running on ABC Family and the Hallmark Channel, all the Christmas stuff in the stores is 75% off or more...but I just can't do it. 

I think if I keep my tree up a little longer, I might be able to keep that "Magic of Christmas" just a little longer for my three year old. (And myself, I love having my house decorated for Christmas.) 

The hubby told me he would help me next weekend. We have so many boxes and decorations that need to be packed up.  

However, what about the three year old? Will she be ok? She still asks "where did the Elf on the Shelf go?" I keep explaining he went back to the North Pole, but she can't quite wrap her brain around it. I would hate to traumatize her. 

I wonder if we could keep the tree around just a little longer? Maybe we will be sick of it in March? I will have a whole week off for spring break. 

Think I could convince hubby to keep the tree up until then? 

Friday, December 11, 2015

Dealing with Infertility: Adding to our Family

It is really hard for me to believe that 2015 is coming to a close. We have had a great year.

I got a new job in August as a Digital Learning Coach, the hubby is still Assistant Principal at a school in San Antonio. Our daughter is doing great in "school/daycare." She is starting to get potty trained...still having a few accidents. And, our biggest news is that we are adding to our family!

At the end of May we will be welcoming a little girl. We have no idea what her name will be, but so far, she is healthy.

It wasn't easy for me to get pregnant. We tried for almost two years and had no luck. When I started looking into the root of the issue, the first time I went to the doctor--I had been told it was probably a timing issue.

I went back in June and told my doctor I had a feeling something was off. She ran a bunch of tests. My thyroid was fine (darn, I was hoping that would have explained the weight gain.) She scheduled a hysterosalpingogram--basically where they shoot dye through your fallopian tubes. Sure enough one of my fallopian tubes was blocked. I also have a strange shaped uterus and my hormone levels are a little below normal. Three of the four things you can have wrong with you when it comes to infertility were present. My doctor was not very confident that she would be able to help me. I cried, a lot. I didn't want to go through IVF, but could not get pregnant on my own.

We took two rounds of Clomid. The first time, nothing except for major headaches (both literally and figuratively). I was on vacation in South Padre and had to drive to Brownsville to get an ultrasound and blood tests. Timing with Clomid is vital and you also need to be monitored for cysts. That whole thing in Brownsville was more of an ordeal than it should have been. The second round of Clomid made me super tired. So tired, I was falling asleep in church.

I didn't know until 6 weeks later that that was the round of Clomid that worked. After trying for two years, each month was so disappointing. I had convinced myself surely I wasn't pregnant. But, I was.

And now, we are going to have two girls!

This scares my hubby just a little since he comes from a family with four boys.

But, he is an amazing dad.

I am pretty psyched because I just adore my own sister.