Friday, March 11, 2011
Been very busy getting the house in order and working out at the gym. I want to try some new gym classes like zumba, piyo or turbo-kick. It's hard to pick, I guess I'm going to have to try a different one every day and hope they don't kick my butt so much that I'll have to quit.
Labels: gym-classses zumba
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Found a place with good deals on prenatal vitamins. I'm not sure what to get though. I think it's supposed to be something with folic acid or something
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Well Fuck me it's been nearly a year!
I had no idea I had slacked off for oh so long. It has been a rough time for me and my tot. He is now 17 months and some. I know, I said I wouldn't use months like that, well, I have to. for on more. Then he will be a year and a half. I am going to have a year an a half year old. It is so strange. I am doing it mostly on my own. It is hard. I have help. Lance decided to boot me out and do this entirely uneccesary custody thing with lawyers and too much money and stress and blah.
Oh well, the important thing is Max and the wonders that surround him. He can make lots of animal noises, getting very good at piggy and snorting . My absolut favorite is the sheep. Baaaaaa really low he says. I laugh nearly to tears everytime. Then again we went to Suson park to see some sheep and goats and other animals and I laugh my ass off when they say baaaaaaa too! I have a very simple sense of humor. He isn't really talking although he lets a few things slip. I will try to write more just for my own sanity.
I had no idea I had slacked off for oh so long. It has been a rough time for me and my tot. He is now 17 months and some. I know, I said I wouldn't use months like that, well, I have to. for on more. Then he will be a year and a half. I am going to have a year an a half year old. It is so strange. I am doing it mostly on my own. It is hard. I have help. Lance decided to boot me out and do this entirely uneccesary custody thing with lawyers and too much money and stress and blah.
Oh well, the important thing is Max and the wonders that surround him. He can make lots of animal noises, getting very good at piggy and snorting . My absolut favorite is the sheep. Baaaaaa really low he says. I laugh nearly to tears everytime. Then again we went to Suson park to see some sheep and goats and other animals and I laugh my ass off when they say baaaaaaa too! I have a very simple sense of humor. He isn't really talking although he lets a few things slip. I will try to write more just for my own sanity.
Sunday, June 27, 2004
Wow it has been a while. My Max is now 8 and a half months old now, speed crawling, almost walking, saying ma ma and da da, feeding himself and seeing Elvis impersonators for the first time. He also went to his first Kegger. (NO BEER of course! He just made an apperance, it's good for publicity you know.) I have now began to understand why women don't breastfeed. I am getting attacked. I have this 20 pound, snaggle-toothed thing ramming into my chest wanting to gnaw on my well you know. I am trying to wean him, well not very consistently, but beginning the process. My body, poor body, is finally starting to look similar to a figure I may remember. I look like one of those relief maps where the rivers are indented a little. Well I am covered in every river ever. I have them from my knees to my neck. Oh and the little jello belly that doesn't seem to be responding to my sit-ups (few but some) or any other measure other than control-top panties. I am 22 I shouldn't need control top panties for a good 20 years! But then when I am trying to rig up my vacuum to do lipo, Chile (aka Max) does something so freaking adorable you could puke, and I am like awhh I want more babies...and I should start before my body gets back to a state I can deal with. That's how people end up with so damn many they have one of those hearts like me. That loves puppies and kitties and cute baby things with big eyes and look so pitiful. Or they are just too stupid to use birth control.
Thursday, February 19, 2004
WHY ARE YOU CRYING
I really just needed a clever title and couldn't think of one. I feel bad because I have neglected this thingy and it is now my goal to write a little everyday. Mostly so I can have a few minutes to myself. He is at the best age right now, but he has started to cry whenever I am out of his sight and that is annoying. Sometimes I am like ....awww he misses me, but other times I just want to say be a man and stop crying for no good reason. I think it is because he is near me almost every minute of everyday. I get to see all his silly devlopments, like spit bubbles, the fascination with his right foot, he actually stuck his finger up my nose last night.... thanks but I can pick it myself. He still takes his daily naps on me..... I used to think that they were adorable, now I am thinking I could be cleaning, or execisising or eating that piece of chocolate way on the other side of the coffee table. Damn the fact that I am not Inspector Gadget sometimes. I am actually getting back to a humanly size. A few weeks ago I fit into a pair of pants I was sporting when I was just a few months along .......I think I wore those pants for a week.
Max has also learned to somehow drink from a cup and attack whatever is headed toward your mouth. He is ready for food I think... I will be happy to have him a tad more independent, but then my boobs will just be smaller and saggier than before. I was enjoying the fact I have cleavage for the first time without Victoria's secret helping me out. Although the compromise to that is having a 2 foot stream of milk shooting out of you while in the shower, or he cries, or sometimes just randomly. I love being a mom even though I would rather not be called that, or have some hot guy realize that the baby is mine and not my mother's and be like Nevermind..... but that's fine with me. I have the cutest baby in the world and all the old ladies in Wal-mart and Jc Penny and everywhere else I dare to venture to can attest to that. He is such a flirt He will smile at just about anyone especially the ladies.
More good news also, I am weaning myself from the anti-depressants. I think getting more sleep and starting to execise is helping....and the only reason I want to hurt the dog now is because she won't stop going on the floor...usually in Lance's room ( I think its funny but he doesnt for some reason)
I really just needed a clever title and couldn't think of one. I feel bad because I have neglected this thingy and it is now my goal to write a little everyday. Mostly so I can have a few minutes to myself. He is at the best age right now, but he has started to cry whenever I am out of his sight and that is annoying. Sometimes I am like ....awww he misses me, but other times I just want to say be a man and stop crying for no good reason. I think it is because he is near me almost every minute of everyday. I get to see all his silly devlopments, like spit bubbles, the fascination with his right foot, he actually stuck his finger up my nose last night.... thanks but I can pick it myself. He still takes his daily naps on me..... I used to think that they were adorable, now I am thinking I could be cleaning, or execisising or eating that piece of chocolate way on the other side of the coffee table. Damn the fact that I am not Inspector Gadget sometimes. I am actually getting back to a humanly size. A few weeks ago I fit into a pair of pants I was sporting when I was just a few months along .......I think I wore those pants for a week.
Max has also learned to somehow drink from a cup and attack whatever is headed toward your mouth. He is ready for food I think... I will be happy to have him a tad more independent, but then my boobs will just be smaller and saggier than before. I was enjoying the fact I have cleavage for the first time without Victoria's secret helping me out. Although the compromise to that is having a 2 foot stream of milk shooting out of you while in the shower, or he cries, or sometimes just randomly. I love being a mom even though I would rather not be called that, or have some hot guy realize that the baby is mine and not my mother's and be like Nevermind..... but that's fine with me. I have the cutest baby in the world and all the old ladies in Wal-mart and Jc Penny and everywhere else I dare to venture to can attest to that. He is such a flirt He will smile at just about anyone especially the ladies.
More good news also, I am weaning myself from the anti-depressants. I think getting more sleep and starting to execise is helping....and the only reason I want to hurt the dog now is because she won't stop going on the floor...usually in Lance's room ( I think its funny but he doesnt for some reason)
Monday, December 29, 2003
TIME FLIES WHEN YOU ARE CHANGING DIAPERS!
Well, I had no idea it had been so long since I have had a chance to vent on here, no wonder I am on some anti-depressants. Actually they are more like "lucky doggy" pills. I had about a week of stress so bad to where I almost hurt the dog. She is constantly all over me and I just had a bit of stress that day and told her to go away before she became a scarf. Few days later I talked to a doctor... I am much better now. I also see things... scorpions, bunnies things of that sort hopping about the house. This post-partum stuff is a bit crazy. Well, good old Dr. Joe also gave me the depo shot.... which you are not supposed to take if you have a history of depression (check), family history of alcoholism (2 checks for both sides) and a ton of other things I qualify for unknowingly.... I am not sure if I should really bother with doing much about it, but the last month or two has been rough. Especially on poor Lance.
In good news my hair is growing super fast even though I am shedding like Lassie in August... Chile survived his first Christmas and the 10 billion family members man handling him....ok they were just holding him and telling us how unbelievably adorable he is.
I really think he liked the whole day.... I know he loves staring at the christmas trees... Also he is smiling like crazy and actually playing with toys... he especially likes the toys with the crinkly noisey stuff inside....
He also had his first trip to a tattoo shop the other day... On Saturday I finally got my Escher tattoo on my back... holy crap that was a long 3 hours....Im really not sure if the contractions or the tat hurt worse.... both times I ended up with something beautiful that I will have for the rest of my life.
He is up to a good 15 pounds atleast and not fitting in most of his super cute baby clothes... Luckily Anna, Lance's sis-in-law shipped us a bunch of her boys clothes that he is having a good time drooling all over... he is also teething ....at 2 1/2 months! He is a crazy little baby but I am loving (almost) every minute of it.... sometimes I just want to sleep!
Well, I had no idea it had been so long since I have had a chance to vent on here, no wonder I am on some anti-depressants. Actually they are more like "lucky doggy" pills. I had about a week of stress so bad to where I almost hurt the dog. She is constantly all over me and I just had a bit of stress that day and told her to go away before she became a scarf. Few days later I talked to a doctor... I am much better now. I also see things... scorpions, bunnies things of that sort hopping about the house. This post-partum stuff is a bit crazy. Well, good old Dr. Joe also gave me the depo shot.... which you are not supposed to take if you have a history of depression (check), family history of alcoholism (2 checks for both sides) and a ton of other things I qualify for unknowingly.... I am not sure if I should really bother with doing much about it, but the last month or two has been rough. Especially on poor Lance.
In good news my hair is growing super fast even though I am shedding like Lassie in August... Chile survived his first Christmas and the 10 billion family members man handling him....ok they were just holding him and telling us how unbelievably adorable he is.
I really think he liked the whole day.... I know he loves staring at the christmas trees... Also he is smiling like crazy and actually playing with toys... he especially likes the toys with the crinkly noisey stuff inside....
He also had his first trip to a tattoo shop the other day... On Saturday I finally got my Escher tattoo on my back... holy crap that was a long 3 hours....Im really not sure if the contractions or the tat hurt worse.... both times I ended up with something beautiful that I will have for the rest of my life.
He is up to a good 15 pounds atleast and not fitting in most of his super cute baby clothes... Luckily Anna, Lance's sis-in-law shipped us a bunch of her boys clothes that he is having a good time drooling all over... he is also teething ....at 2 1/2 months! He is a crazy little baby but I am loving (almost) every minute of it.... sometimes I just want to sleep!
Tuesday, November 25, 2003
TURKEY FOR ME BOOBIES FOR YOU!
Yeah, Chile is sleeping. Well, we always call him Chile. I don't see how he is still asleep after being in the warm car then out into the artic and into Wal-Mart and then into the artic and then in the warm car as I awaited my yummy Sonic breakfast, then into the artic then inside and hearing the rat-dog yelping...... I guess I typed too soon... he is grunting away (sign he is waking) Maybe not.
Tomarrow he gets to take his first non-fetus trip out of state.... we are going to the Chicago-area for Thanksgiving... I am sad though because it is only the second Thanksgiving I did not spend in Missouri. But poor Max he only gets milk. It's pretty good stuff though... it took me a while but I finally figured out the taste.... It is the milk after you eat a bowl of Cheerios and put a little sugar on them. Yummy stuff. Yes, I tried it. And no, not like that.
He has actually been sleeping more at night....which is good and bad. Good because woo-hoo I get more sleep, but bad because he is not eating and my boobs feel like they are going to explode and the great flood will hit and I have yet to build my ark.
Ok now he is awake.
Yeah, Chile is sleeping. Well, we always call him Chile. I don't see how he is still asleep after being in the warm car then out into the artic and into Wal-Mart and then into the artic and then in the warm car as I awaited my yummy Sonic breakfast, then into the artic then inside and hearing the rat-dog yelping...... I guess I typed too soon... he is grunting away (sign he is waking) Maybe not.
Tomarrow he gets to take his first non-fetus trip out of state.... we are going to the Chicago-area for Thanksgiving... I am sad though because it is only the second Thanksgiving I did not spend in Missouri. But poor Max he only gets milk. It's pretty good stuff though... it took me a while but I finally figured out the taste.... It is the milk after you eat a bowl of Cheerios and put a little sugar on them. Yummy stuff. Yes, I tried it. And no, not like that.
He has actually been sleeping more at night....which is good and bad. Good because woo-hoo I get more sleep, but bad because he is not eating and my boobs feel like they are going to explode and the great flood will hit and I have yet to build my ark.
Ok now he is awake.
