Yesterday was a full spectrum event for me. In the morning I attended Zoey’s funeral services and the afternoon was spent with my Chadders celebrating our two year anniversary.
Zoey’s funeral services were exactly as I expected them to be; moving, difficult and emotional. I was again reminded what a strong and beautiful couple Kim and Dan are. They both put on brave faces and held back tears; which was more than what most people, including myself, could manage.
Kim and Dan were the first two people I saw when I entered the church. Their presence took my breath away a little bit. I wasn’t expecting to see them up close. I wasn’t prepared to look Kim in the eye. She looked beautiful; it radiates from her. She was wearing a brown and white dress and he was wearing a tan suit. They looked better than anyone in their situation could possibly look.
There was no casket; simply a picture of Zoey and some items from her nursery. There was 82 candles lit during the service; one to represent each day of her life. Kim and Dan re-lit her baptism candle and 82 people were given smaller candles to light off the candle Kim and Dan were holding. The smaller candles were then placed in the center of the church.
This was such a beautiful and touching sentiment. I was given one of the 82 candles. I barely maintained my composure as I lit my candle off of Kim and Dan’s. Kim stayed strong the entire time. She was shaking like a leaf, but she maintained and didn’t let one tear slid down her face.
After the service I briefly talked to them again and headed home to Chad who was waiting for me.
We went to a late lunch at the Cheesecake Factory. It was delicious. I splurged and forgot all about my gestational diabetes. I ate whatever I wanted. I had spaghetti and meat sauce and finished the meal with a slice of Turtle Cheesecake that was sinfully delicious.
We spent the rest of the afternoon at home, relaxing, cuddling and even taking a nap. Chad bought me the “What to Expect During the First Year” book. It’s over 700 pages. So I imagine my reading needs will be taken care for awhile.
I can’t believe Chad and I have already been married two years and been together for six. I haven’t grown weary of him yet. In fact, I find myself enjoying, loving and needing him more and more each day. I imagine that my heart will burst when I see him hold Cayden for the first time.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Easter Weekend
My parents came down for Easter Weekend. Their last visit before Cayden comes. I can’t believe that the next time we will be seeing each other will be for the birth of baby boy. It amazes me how quickly my pregnancy has gone by. However, these last few months seems to be ticking by since I am so anxious to meet this little guy.
I had Friday off which was so nice. I got to spend some extra time with my parents and generally get spoiled; which is always a good thing.
I continue to be amazed by my parent’s generosity. We took another trip to Babies R Us and, again, my parents bought Cayden a ton of stuff. Chad and I have hardly had to buy anything ourselves. It has been such a blessing. I have no doubt that the generosity will continue for the rest of Cayden’s life.
For Easter Sunday we had the Phoenix Gang (Chad’s Uncle Jay, Linsey, Dustin and Kale) to the house for turkey dinner. It was a delicious meal, of course, my mom made it. It was nice to spend some quality time with family over the long weekend.
It was also a great opportunity to see how Buster would interact with a newborn. I was pretty impressed with his behavior. When Linsey and Dustin got there we locked Buster outside because I wanted them to have a chance to settle, eat and let Kale get used to a new environment.
Buster was pretty excited with all the company when we first let him in; I don’t even think he noticed Kale. Once he caught wind that there was a little person in the house he was very interested. I made sure he kept a reasonable distance and made sure that he “sit” “stay” and “lay down.” He actually listened to me which is a triumph in-and-of -itself.
Once Buster settled I felt more comfortable letting him get closer to Kale. He was surprisingly gentle and sniffed him like crazy. He did this a couple times; got bored and took a nap under the coffee table. I’m a bit relieved…maybe I can have *both* Buster and Cayden after all.
I had Friday off which was so nice. I got to spend some extra time with my parents and generally get spoiled; which is always a good thing.
I continue to be amazed by my parent’s generosity. We took another trip to Babies R Us and, again, my parents bought Cayden a ton of stuff. Chad and I have hardly had to buy anything ourselves. It has been such a blessing. I have no doubt that the generosity will continue for the rest of Cayden’s life.
For Easter Sunday we had the Phoenix Gang (Chad’s Uncle Jay, Linsey, Dustin and Kale) to the house for turkey dinner. It was a delicious meal, of course, my mom made it. It was nice to spend some quality time with family over the long weekend.
It was also a great opportunity to see how Buster would interact with a newborn. I was pretty impressed with his behavior. When Linsey and Dustin got there we locked Buster outside because I wanted them to have a chance to settle, eat and let Kale get used to a new environment.
Buster was pretty excited with all the company when we first let him in; I don’t even think he noticed Kale. Once he caught wind that there was a little person in the house he was very interested. I made sure he kept a reasonable distance and made sure that he “sit” “stay” and “lay down.” He actually listened to me which is a triumph in-and-of -itself.
Once Buster settled I felt more comfortable letting him get closer to Kale. He was surprisingly gentle and sniffed him like crazy. He did this a couple times; got bored and took a nap under the coffee table. I’m a bit relieved…maybe I can have *both* Buster and Cayden after all.
Zoey’s Obituary
This may be one of the most beautiful things I have ever read…
Zoey, born January 15, 2009, went to be with God on April 7, 2009. She was the celebrated and much-loved daughter of Kim and Dan Owens. Baby Zoey was a radiant light in our world for 82 days, bringing family and friends together and inspiring us to love and cherish each other. Her fight for each one of her days reminded us to be a little more grateful for each one of ours. Our candles will burn a little brighter for having known and been loved by Zoey. Zoey was loved by her grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and friends, and they will celebrate her life on Tuesday, April 14th, 2009, 10:00 am at the Franciscan Renewal Center. In lieu of flowers, the family has requested donations be made to the Hospice of the Valley.
Zoey, born January 15, 2009, went to be with God on April 7, 2009. She was the celebrated and much-loved daughter of Kim and Dan Owens. Baby Zoey was a radiant light in our world for 82 days, bringing family and friends together and inspiring us to love and cherish each other. Her fight for each one of her days reminded us to be a little more grateful for each one of ours. Our candles will burn a little brighter for having known and been loved by Zoey. Zoey was loved by her grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and friends, and they will celebrate her life on Tuesday, April 14th, 2009, 10:00 am at the Franciscan Renewal Center. In lieu of flowers, the family has requested donations be made to the Hospice of the Valley.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
*Your* Opinion is NEEDED!
I found out today that Zoey’s funeral will be Tuesday, 4/14 at 10am. I’m struggling with whether I should attend or not.
The main reason I am thinking about not going resides underneath my shirt. I am super pregnant. There is not an outfit on the planet that could hide the baby belly I carry with me at all times. I wonder…is it inappropriate for a pregnant woman (who is not family) to attend a babies’ funeral.
Will I make Kim uncomfortable? Will I make other family members uncomfortable? Can I emotionally handle attending a babies’ funeral?
I also wonder how on earth I could *not* attend the funeral. I know Kim is my boss, but I feel that our relationship has grown significantly beyond manager and subordinate. I visited Kim, her husband and baby Zoey. I held her. Chad held her. I saw them less than two weeks ago. They took pictures of us holding Zoey; pictures they will have forever.
What is your opinion?
The main reason I am thinking about not going resides underneath my shirt. I am super pregnant. There is not an outfit on the planet that could hide the baby belly I carry with me at all times. I wonder…is it inappropriate for a pregnant woman (who is not family) to attend a babies’ funeral.
Will I make Kim uncomfortable? Will I make other family members uncomfortable? Can I emotionally handle attending a babies’ funeral?
I also wonder how on earth I could *not* attend the funeral. I know Kim is my boss, but I feel that our relationship has grown significantly beyond manager and subordinate. I visited Kim, her husband and baby Zoey. I held her. Chad held her. I saw them less than two weeks ago. They took pictures of us holding Zoey; pictures they will have forever.
What is your opinion?
Diabetes Class
I had my diabetes self management class yesterday. It was jam packed with information. We covered the basic biology of diabetes; the organs that are involved, how food is broken down in the body and how pregnancy affects these processes.
We learned the different factors that cause people get gestational and type 2 diabetes. There are factors that can’t be controlled like; family history, age, ethnicity and factors that can be controlled like weight and physical activity.
The educator also told us how many carbs a day we should be eating and when we should be eating them. She also taught us how to read food labels properly and how to avoid gimmicks and manufacturing advertising traps. All-in-all it was a very informative two hours.
The diabetes educator showed us which blood sugar monitors were approved by our insurance companies and said we could choose which one we wanted. Well, I looked at all the monitors and none of them were the same brand as lancets and testing strips that I had received Monday.
I asked the instructor about this and she said that my doctor had called in the wrong prescription on Monday and that I would have to take back the lancets and testing strips, get a refund and have my doctor call in a new prescription for me. What a pain. I got completely frustrated with all the run around. The only bright light was that she also said that hopefully when I pick up the correct testing strips and lancets that I would be paying less for them.
At the end of the course everyone was given their blood sugar monitor and was shown the proper way to test their blood sugar levels. The goal is to have blood sugar levels less than 120. Mine were 74; by far the lowest in the class.
Of course, I got completely frustrated (what’s new, right?). Instead of being happy that my blood sugars were low it made me mad. I thought that maybe I had been mis-diagnosed and I didn’t need to be going through the stress of everything associated with gestational diabetes.
So, I decided I would sabotage myself by eating massive amounts of pasta last night for dinner. I figured that if I ate tons of pasta and my blood sugars were still less than 120 that I would definitely talk to my doctor about the possibility of being mis-diagnosed.
I checked my sugars two hours after dinner just like I am supposed to. They were 131. So, lesson learned. I do need to put some effort into controlling my blood sugars and they do have the potential to get high.
I checked them this morning before I had eaten breakfast. They were 90; which is borderline high. Blood sugars are supposed to be less than 95 when you first wake up in the morning. Well, see how the rest of my day goes. Hopefully, I will get them back in check and they will be back around the 70-80 range.
We learned the different factors that cause people get gestational and type 2 diabetes. There are factors that can’t be controlled like; family history, age, ethnicity and factors that can be controlled like weight and physical activity.
The educator also told us how many carbs a day we should be eating and when we should be eating them. She also taught us how to read food labels properly and how to avoid gimmicks and manufacturing advertising traps. All-in-all it was a very informative two hours.
The diabetes educator showed us which blood sugar monitors were approved by our insurance companies and said we could choose which one we wanted. Well, I looked at all the monitors and none of them were the same brand as lancets and testing strips that I had received Monday.
I asked the instructor about this and she said that my doctor had called in the wrong prescription on Monday and that I would have to take back the lancets and testing strips, get a refund and have my doctor call in a new prescription for me. What a pain. I got completely frustrated with all the run around. The only bright light was that she also said that hopefully when I pick up the correct testing strips and lancets that I would be paying less for them.
At the end of the course everyone was given their blood sugar monitor and was shown the proper way to test their blood sugar levels. The goal is to have blood sugar levels less than 120. Mine were 74; by far the lowest in the class.
Of course, I got completely frustrated (what’s new, right?). Instead of being happy that my blood sugars were low it made me mad. I thought that maybe I had been mis-diagnosed and I didn’t need to be going through the stress of everything associated with gestational diabetes.
So, I decided I would sabotage myself by eating massive amounts of pasta last night for dinner. I figured that if I ate tons of pasta and my blood sugars were still less than 120 that I would definitely talk to my doctor about the possibility of being mis-diagnosed.
I checked my sugars two hours after dinner just like I am supposed to. They were 131. So, lesson learned. I do need to put some effort into controlling my blood sugars and they do have the potential to get high.
I checked them this morning before I had eaten breakfast. They were 90; which is borderline high. Blood sugars are supposed to be less than 95 when you first wake up in the morning. Well, see how the rest of my day goes. Hopefully, I will get them back in check and they will be back around the 70-80 range.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Zoey…
My boss Kim, her daughter Zoey passed away yesterday morning. My heart is saddened for her. Zoey was a sick baby; sick even while Kim was carrying her. However, she had been making great strides and it appeared she was doing well.
It’s hard to believe. Chad and I just saw Kim, Dan and Zoey less than two weeks ago. While she wasn’t what you would expect from a nearly 3 month old baby I certainly didn’t think the end was so near. In fact, I told Kim that me and my mom would bring Cayden to her house to meet Zoey this summer. At the time it didn’t seem like such a far-fetched idea.
I can’t comprehend or imagine what it would be like to lose a child. However, knowing Kim, I know she will find comfort in her faith and she will remain thankful for every moment she got to spend with her precious daughter. That’s the amazing thing about Kim; she’s optimistic, grateful, hopeful and is never bitter despite what life throws at her.
I have spent numerous posts complaining about how Cayden will likely have to be put into daycare. I have spent even more hours complaining, yelling and crying at Chad about putting Cayden into daycare. Perhaps, I should be thankful that I have a child healthy enough to be placed into daycare. Perhaps, I should strive to be more like Kim; simply grateful for all I have rather than bitter for all I don’t.
Kim has touched my heart and my life in a very special way. And even if she quits her job at UOP and I never see or speak to her again I will remember her for the rest of my life.
It’s hard to believe. Chad and I just saw Kim, Dan and Zoey less than two weeks ago. While she wasn’t what you would expect from a nearly 3 month old baby I certainly didn’t think the end was so near. In fact, I told Kim that me and my mom would bring Cayden to her house to meet Zoey this summer. At the time it didn’t seem like such a far-fetched idea.
I can’t comprehend or imagine what it would be like to lose a child. However, knowing Kim, I know she will find comfort in her faith and she will remain thankful for every moment she got to spend with her precious daughter. That’s the amazing thing about Kim; she’s optimistic, grateful, hopeful and is never bitter despite what life throws at her.
I have spent numerous posts complaining about how Cayden will likely have to be put into daycare. I have spent even more hours complaining, yelling and crying at Chad about putting Cayden into daycare. Perhaps, I should be thankful that I have a child healthy enough to be placed into daycare. Perhaps, I should strive to be more like Kim; simply grateful for all I have rather than bitter for all I don’t.
Kim has touched my heart and my life in a very special way. And even if she quits her job at UOP and I never see or speak to her again I will remember her for the rest of my life.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Class #1
Last night was our first class in a series of Childbirth Preparation Classes. The first class was basically an introduction to concepts, terms and signs of labor. I didn’t really learn anything new, but it was nice to have all the information I already know reinforced.
It was crazy to be in a room full of so many other pregnant women. We all wore nametags with our due date underneath our name. Of course, the crazy in me came out and I immediately started comparing my belly to the bellies of the other women. Is mine too big? Is mine too small? Who’s is cuter? I even asked Chad, “who has the cutest belly in here.”
Chad was a little distracted during our first class. He was missing the NCAA final game featuring his beloved North Carolina Tarheels. He was checking his blackberry every five minutes trying to get the score to the game. Happily for Chad North Carolina won.
Our teacher is a retired registered nurse. She was a nurse for over 30 years with a specialty in labor and delivery. Her approach is very old school; which I don’t mind at all. She was around before 4-D ultrasounds and epidurals. She didn’t discourage the use of epidurals, but rather emphasized that mindset is just as important as medicine when it comes to having an enjoyable birthing experience. She also said that the number one rule of labor is, “No screaming. It only makes the mother tense and the baby scared.”
We practiced breathing and relaxation techniques at the end of the class. We all sat on the floor, with the lights dimmed and soft music playing. I sat in between Chad’s legs with a pillow providing cushion and he was rubbing my belly. It was rather romantic.
We practiced different types of breathing that can be done during labor. We also practiced breathing as though we were going through contractions. Who would have thought that breathing, the most natural thing in the world, would have to be practiced and learned?
I can’t decide if Chad, as my labor coach, is going to drive me insane or have me laughing my butt off during the labor. Chad, never one to take anything overly serious, kept cracking jokes during the breathing practices. Bless his heart, he would do anything to make the situation less tense. I know he will do great and be super supportive.
Next week we watch a video of an actual labor…stay tuned.
It was crazy to be in a room full of so many other pregnant women. We all wore nametags with our due date underneath our name. Of course, the crazy in me came out and I immediately started comparing my belly to the bellies of the other women. Is mine too big? Is mine too small? Who’s is cuter? I even asked Chad, “who has the cutest belly in here.”
Chad was a little distracted during our first class. He was missing the NCAA final game featuring his beloved North Carolina Tarheels. He was checking his blackberry every five minutes trying to get the score to the game. Happily for Chad North Carolina won.
Our teacher is a retired registered nurse. She was a nurse for over 30 years with a specialty in labor and delivery. Her approach is very old school; which I don’t mind at all. She was around before 4-D ultrasounds and epidurals. She didn’t discourage the use of epidurals, but rather emphasized that mindset is just as important as medicine when it comes to having an enjoyable birthing experience. She also said that the number one rule of labor is, “No screaming. It only makes the mother tense and the baby scared.”
We practiced breathing and relaxation techniques at the end of the class. We all sat on the floor, with the lights dimmed and soft music playing. I sat in between Chad’s legs with a pillow providing cushion and he was rubbing my belly. It was rather romantic.
We practiced different types of breathing that can be done during labor. We also practiced breathing as though we were going through contractions. Who would have thought that breathing, the most natural thing in the world, would have to be practiced and learned?
I can’t decide if Chad, as my labor coach, is going to drive me insane or have me laughing my butt off during the labor. Chad, never one to take anything overly serious, kept cracking jokes during the breathing practices. Bless his heart, he would do anything to make the situation less tense. I know he will do great and be super supportive.
Next week we watch a video of an actual labor…stay tuned.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Getting Schooled
I feel like a student again. Taking numerous tests and going to numerous classes. Only this time instead of getting a diploma I’ll be getting a baby.
Chad and I start our childbirth education classes tonight. I am so excited about these classes. Because I know I will learn so much and because it means that it is getting ever closer to the arrival of Baby Cayden.
The classes are every Monday for the next 4 Monday’s. They are 6pm to 8:30pm. We were instructed to bring two pillows and wear comfortable clothes. It’s going to be just like the movies. We are also scheduled to take a Baby Your Baby class at the end of the month. This is just a onetime course that covers basic newborn care.
Then I have my Gestational Diabetes Self Management course on Wednesday. I only have to go one time to this course and it’s just two hours. At this course I will be given my glucose monitor. I wish I could get it sooner than that. I don’t really want to wait until Thursday to start testing my sugars. I do, however, get my testing strips and lancets today…doesn’t make any sense, but whatever.
I found out today that my insurance is evil. They are *not* going to cover my diabetes course. They said it wasn’t “medical” but rather a “nutritional” course and that “nutritional courses are not covered.” Period. End of sentence. The lady was rather rude. I kept saying that it was “medical” and that I wasn’t take the course just for the fun of it. It made no difference. So now I have to pay $135 for this class. I am thankful that the glucose monitor, lancets and testing strips are covered under the pharmacy plan.
Chad and I start our childbirth education classes tonight. I am so excited about these classes. Because I know I will learn so much and because it means that it is getting ever closer to the arrival of Baby Cayden.
The classes are every Monday for the next 4 Monday’s. They are 6pm to 8:30pm. We were instructed to bring two pillows and wear comfortable clothes. It’s going to be just like the movies. We are also scheduled to take a Baby Your Baby class at the end of the month. This is just a onetime course that covers basic newborn care.
Then I have my Gestational Diabetes Self Management course on Wednesday. I only have to go one time to this course and it’s just two hours. At this course I will be given my glucose monitor. I wish I could get it sooner than that. I don’t really want to wait until Thursday to start testing my sugars. I do, however, get my testing strips and lancets today…doesn’t make any sense, but whatever.
I found out today that my insurance is evil. They are *not* going to cover my diabetes course. They said it wasn’t “medical” but rather a “nutritional” course and that “nutritional courses are not covered.” Period. End of sentence. The lady was rather rude. I kept saying that it was “medical” and that I wasn’t take the course just for the fun of it. It made no difference. So now I have to pay $135 for this class. I am thankful that the glucose monitor, lancets and testing strips are covered under the pharmacy plan.
Friday, April 3, 2009
More Doctor Business
Another item that was discussed at today’s doctor’s appointment was my weight gain or (according to the doctor) lack thereof. I am 30 weeks pregnant today; only 10 more weeks to go. And as of today I have gain 8 pounds. Obviously less than some women gain at nearly 7 months pregnant, but nothing that I felt would raise concern.
However, the doctor did bring it up and said that she would like to see me put on more weight. The whole process to weight gain seems like a complete contradiction given my current situation. A good way to gain weight is to increase carb intake; however I can’t increase my carbs because of the gestational diabetes. Another way to pack on some more pounds would be to stop exercising; however I need to exercise in order to help control my blood sugar levels.
So I guess I am at a loss. I will just have to increase my calorie consumption by means other than carbs; like protein. I want to say this: I have *not* been purposely trying to keep my weight down. I *know* that weight gain during pregnancy is *normal and healthy*. And I am *not* afraid to put weight on and I am *confident* that I will be able to lose it after Cayden is born.
I feel like I’m describing one of those high class problems; like having too much money or a house that’s too big. I keep expecting someone to come up to me and sarcastically say, “Ohhh…you poor thing. I feel so sorry for you. You can’t gain weight, how awful for you.” And then proceed to punch me in the face. Any takers?
However, the doctor did bring it up and said that she would like to see me put on more weight. The whole process to weight gain seems like a complete contradiction given my current situation. A good way to gain weight is to increase carb intake; however I can’t increase my carbs because of the gestational diabetes. Another way to pack on some more pounds would be to stop exercising; however I need to exercise in order to help control my blood sugar levels.
So I guess I am at a loss. I will just have to increase my calorie consumption by means other than carbs; like protein. I want to say this: I have *not* been purposely trying to keep my weight down. I *know* that weight gain during pregnancy is *normal and healthy*. And I am *not* afraid to put weight on and I am *confident* that I will be able to lose it after Cayden is born.
I feel like I’m describing one of those high class problems; like having too much money or a house that’s too big. I keep expecting someone to come up to me and sarcastically say, “Ohhh…you poor thing. I feel so sorry for you. You can’t gain weight, how awful for you.” And then proceed to punch me in the face. Any takers?
Back in Control
Well, I had a doctor’s appointment this morning to go over the test results of my diabetes testing from Wednesday. Also, I’ve had a rash for about a week now and I wanted to get that looked at as well. I have been anxiously awaiting these test results for what seems like forever. I just feel relieved to finally know the results and be able to move forward.
The test results came back positive. It’s official I have gestational diabetes. Now that I know the results I feel that I am back in control of my pregnancy and that I can comfortably move forward. I am confident that I can control this condition and that everything will move forward as planned.
Here is what I have to do now. I am meeting with a Diabetes Educator sometime next week to go over diet restrictions and create a meal plan for myself. I am going to make sure Chad goes to this appointment with me. It is just as important for him to be educated; because he will also be facing diet changes. I will also be getting my blood sugar monitor and lancet strips from my pharmacy early next week. This will allow me to test my blood sugars 5 times a day (as soon as I wake up, after every meal and before I go to bed). I will also be having a lot more ultrasounds.
I am thankful that my pregnancy complication is within my *control*. *I* determine how healthy me and Baby Cayden will be. I know the changes and scarifies that are to come are worth it. The doctor said that with control there should be absolutely no reason I can’t deliver Cayden naturally; the way I want to.
Now on to that pesky rash…the doctor said to take Benadryl at night and to start using Aveeno lotion. I have another check up on April 15th. If it hasn’t cleared by then they will test me for a pregnancy rash known as PUPPS.
It has been a wild ride this week in my pregnancy world. I guess that’s why they call it a Labor of Love.
The test results came back positive. It’s official I have gestational diabetes. Now that I know the results I feel that I am back in control of my pregnancy and that I can comfortably move forward. I am confident that I can control this condition and that everything will move forward as planned.
Here is what I have to do now. I am meeting with a Diabetes Educator sometime next week to go over diet restrictions and create a meal plan for myself. I am going to make sure Chad goes to this appointment with me. It is just as important for him to be educated; because he will also be facing diet changes. I will also be getting my blood sugar monitor and lancet strips from my pharmacy early next week. This will allow me to test my blood sugars 5 times a day (as soon as I wake up, after every meal and before I go to bed). I will also be having a lot more ultrasounds.
I am thankful that my pregnancy complication is within my *control*. *I* determine how healthy me and Baby Cayden will be. I know the changes and scarifies that are to come are worth it. The doctor said that with control there should be absolutely no reason I can’t deliver Cayden naturally; the way I want to.
Now on to that pesky rash…the doctor said to take Benadryl at night and to start using Aveeno lotion. I have another check up on April 15th. If it hasn’t cleared by then they will test me for a pregnancy rash known as PUPPS.
It has been a wild ride this week in my pregnancy world. I guess that’s why they call it a Labor of Love.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Tests…not the academic kind
I was able to complete my gestational diabetes test yesterday. Once again I found myself at the doctor’s office bright and early at 8am. On a random side note one of my friends/co-workers was there at the same time getting her yearly exam. What are the odds???
I once again got my blood drawn on an empty stomach and was then given the glucose drink. Despite my weak stomach from the day before they still gave me the double dose. However, this time they gave me the fruit punch flavor instead of the orange flavor.
They took me right away to an exam room to lie down for the duration of the test. Man, my stomach and the baby definitely do not like that glucose drink. Cayden was bouncing around like a pin ball and my stomach was extremely upset. I closed my eyes tight and laid very, very still. If I had moved or stood up I would have thrown up again. It took every ounce of strength and energy I had to keep that drink down.
But, luckily I got through it. I stayed in the exam room and rested the entire three hours. I also got my blood drawn 3 more times. My poor arm is totally beat up. I laid down the entire time, however, the test left me exhausted and completely worn out.
As soon as I was dismissed from the doctor’s office I head straight to Souper Salad and stuffed myself with salad. I hadn’t planned on eating out yesterday. However, the only lunch food I had at the house is Ramen Noodles. I figured after the morning Cayden and I had we would need a lunch that provided adequate nutrition.
I was told that the test results would be back today or tomorrow. However, they told me that I would only get a call if the test results were positive. What a jip. I figure after all I’ve been through they should call me either way. If I don’t hear from the doctor by Monday I’m calling.
I will say this: even though the test was horrible and even if I do have gestational diabetes and I have to give up my much beloved pasta and desserts there is *nothing* that could ever make me feel anything but completely *grateful* for every second of my pregnancy.
I once again got my blood drawn on an empty stomach and was then given the glucose drink. Despite my weak stomach from the day before they still gave me the double dose. However, this time they gave me the fruit punch flavor instead of the orange flavor.
They took me right away to an exam room to lie down for the duration of the test. Man, my stomach and the baby definitely do not like that glucose drink. Cayden was bouncing around like a pin ball and my stomach was extremely upset. I closed my eyes tight and laid very, very still. If I had moved or stood up I would have thrown up again. It took every ounce of strength and energy I had to keep that drink down.
But, luckily I got through it. I stayed in the exam room and rested the entire three hours. I also got my blood drawn 3 more times. My poor arm is totally beat up. I laid down the entire time, however, the test left me exhausted and completely worn out.
As soon as I was dismissed from the doctor’s office I head straight to Souper Salad and stuffed myself with salad. I hadn’t planned on eating out yesterday. However, the only lunch food I had at the house is Ramen Noodles. I figured after the morning Cayden and I had we would need a lunch that provided adequate nutrition.
I was told that the test results would be back today or tomorrow. However, they told me that I would only get a call if the test results were positive. What a jip. I figure after all I’ve been through they should call me either way. If I don’t hear from the doctor by Monday I’m calling.
I will say this: even though the test was horrible and even if I do have gestational diabetes and I have to give up my much beloved pasta and desserts there is *nothing* that could ever make me feel anything but completely *grateful* for every second of my pregnancy.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Belly Pics
This past Saturday my friend Abby Reed stopped by our house on her way back from California. Chad and I had a great time with her and her husband Tyler. I haven’t been able to see Abby much since we graduated college in 2005. We definitely needed the catch up time.
Abby is, very successfully might I add, venturing into the world of Small Business Owner. She recently started her own photography company. She was gracious enough to offer to take belly pictures for me and Chad. As you can see below they came out splendidly. I am very happy with the results. I love-love these pictures. They will be special to our family forever.
Please check out her website and if you know anyone in the Southeast New Mexico or West Texas region please refer them to Abby.
Boo!
Last Wednesday I had a doctor appointment to get my gestational diabetes testing done. Yesterday I got a call from my doctor telling me that my test results came back abnormal and that I needed to get further testing done.
I went to the doctor this morning at 8am expecting to be there until about noon. I was told not to eat anything after midnight; which meant no breakfast for me. I had a vile of blood drawn and was instructed to drink 10 oz of the glucose drink. The glucose drink I had this morning was twice as strong as the one I drank last Wednesday.
I was told that they would draw my blood three more times at hour intervals. The blood results would then be compared to each other to see how my body handled the added levels of glucose. I was told that I would have the final results either tomorrow or Thursday.
I knew it would be a long morning; waiting an hour between each blood draw. I took a book and our Nintendo DS to help me pass the time. However, I needed neither the book or the DS. I was in the waiting room for less than 5 minutes when I began to feel sick to my stomach. Baby Cayden was bouncing around like a pin ball. I leaned my head back hoping my stomach ache would go away; no luck. I was told that I could lie down if I needed to. I decided that was a good idea so I stood up to walk back to the exam rooms.
I, instead, found myself in the bathroom violently throwing up the glucose drink that I had been given. It was awful. I told the lab workers what happened and they informed me that my testing for the day was over. The test is going to be re-done tomorrow. I originally had jury duty scheduled for tomorrow but I called them and had it rescheduled.
I am not looking forward to going through all this again. I am at work right now and I still feel sick and worn out. I am so glad I got out of jury duty. I feel that my health and especially baby Cayden’s health is far more important.
I went to the doctor this morning at 8am expecting to be there until about noon. I was told not to eat anything after midnight; which meant no breakfast for me. I had a vile of blood drawn and was instructed to drink 10 oz of the glucose drink. The glucose drink I had this morning was twice as strong as the one I drank last Wednesday.
I was told that they would draw my blood three more times at hour intervals. The blood results would then be compared to each other to see how my body handled the added levels of glucose. I was told that I would have the final results either tomorrow or Thursday.
I knew it would be a long morning; waiting an hour between each blood draw. I took a book and our Nintendo DS to help me pass the time. However, I needed neither the book or the DS. I was in the waiting room for less than 5 minutes when I began to feel sick to my stomach. Baby Cayden was bouncing around like a pin ball. I leaned my head back hoping my stomach ache would go away; no luck. I was told that I could lie down if I needed to. I decided that was a good idea so I stood up to walk back to the exam rooms.
I, instead, found myself in the bathroom violently throwing up the glucose drink that I had been given. It was awful. I told the lab workers what happened and they informed me that my testing for the day was over. The test is going to be re-done tomorrow. I originally had jury duty scheduled for tomorrow but I called them and had it rescheduled.
I am not looking forward to going through all this again. I am at work right now and I still feel sick and worn out. I am so glad I got out of jury duty. I feel that my health and especially baby Cayden’s health is far more important.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Baby Weekend
I had a great weekend filled with babies. I was able to spend some quality time with my new nephew Kale and my boss’s baby Zoey. The more I am around babies the more excited and anxious I get to have Cayden in my arms. I simply can’t wait for him to be here amongst all the excitement.
Kale is an adorable, sweet, well-behaved baby. I am sure he and his cousin Cayden will get along grandly. Seeing Chad hold Kale fills me with an intense joy and excitement. Kale and Cayden were playing footies with each other. It was completely adorable. I was holding Kale and his little baby feet were happily bouncing on my ever growing belly. Cayden noticed this and kicked back, then Kale kicked my belly, then Cayden kicked back. It was amazing that they are already interacting. I can’t wait to see how they will act once Cayden is born.
It was also really incredible to see baby Zoey. I hadn’t seen her in almost two months and I was anxious to see how my boss Kim was doing and to see Zoey’s progress. I am happy to announce that Zoey is now two and half months old and weighs nearly 5 pounds. She is making great strides; even taking the bottle during some of her feedings. Both Chad and I were able to hold her. Chad officially can’t get enough of holding babies. I am sure he and I will be fighting over Cayden the minute he is born. It fills my heart with great joy to see Zoey doing well and my boss and her husband so happy.
After hearing Linsey’s birthing story and spending time with Kale so many of my fears have dissipated and now only excitement remains. I used to be absolutely *terrified* of giving birth. I still am to some extent, but now, more than anything, I am excited to give birth to Cayden. I know it is going to be an amazing experience. I can’t wait for Chad to see him be born and finally get to experience him fully. It’s going to be special in a way I probably can’t comprehend right now.
I know raising a baby will be difficult and a huge responsibility. But these things don’t scare me. They excite me; because I know it’s going to be more fun than difficult. It’s going to be more awesome than anything else. Babies are amazing and I can’t wait to take care of mine and I am extremely confident that Chad and I will do an amazing job.
Kale is an adorable, sweet, well-behaved baby. I am sure he and his cousin Cayden will get along grandly. Seeing Chad hold Kale fills me with an intense joy and excitement. Kale and Cayden were playing footies with each other. It was completely adorable. I was holding Kale and his little baby feet were happily bouncing on my ever growing belly. Cayden noticed this and kicked back, then Kale kicked my belly, then Cayden kicked back. It was amazing that they are already interacting. I can’t wait to see how they will act once Cayden is born.
It was also really incredible to see baby Zoey. I hadn’t seen her in almost two months and I was anxious to see how my boss Kim was doing and to see Zoey’s progress. I am happy to announce that Zoey is now two and half months old and weighs nearly 5 pounds. She is making great strides; even taking the bottle during some of her feedings. Both Chad and I were able to hold her. Chad officially can’t get enough of holding babies. I am sure he and I will be fighting over Cayden the minute he is born. It fills my heart with great joy to see Zoey doing well and my boss and her husband so happy.
After hearing Linsey’s birthing story and spending time with Kale so many of my fears have dissipated and now only excitement remains. I used to be absolutely *terrified* of giving birth. I still am to some extent, but now, more than anything, I am excited to give birth to Cayden. I know it is going to be an amazing experience. I can’t wait for Chad to see him be born and finally get to experience him fully. It’s going to be special in a way I probably can’t comprehend right now.
I know raising a baby will be difficult and a huge responsibility. But these things don’t scare me. They excite me; because I know it’s going to be more fun than difficult. It’s going to be more awesome than anything else. Babies are amazing and I can’t wait to take care of mine and I am extremely confident that Chad and I will do an amazing job.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Nursery Update
We are officially ready to start painting the nursery! Chad finished all the walls while I was in New Mexico for the baby shower. The room looks b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l! It's like walking into a brand-new house. It smells clean and new and I couldn't be more thrilled.
We are going to paint over the next week or so and then we will be ready to put in the laminate flooring. We don't want to risk getting paint on our brand new floors so those are going in after the painting in done. After the floors are in we will put in the base boards and the crown molding.
I realize there is still much work to be done. However, the hard, time-consuming process is now over and things will move much more quickly. We are probably only two or three weeks away from decorating!
Abby and Kenna got us the bedding set for the baby shower. It is so beautiful and I can't wait to get it all set up in the crib. Plus, I got gift-cards from Wal-Mart and was able to get all the room accessories. So I am all set to start decorating. I can't wait to post pictures. It is going to be the cutest baby room ever.
Also, Abby and Tyler will be here this weekend (tonight) to take belly pics. I can't wait for this. They are going to be fabulous. Plus, I get to see my little nephew Kale and Kim's baby Zoey this weekend. I can't wait to report back on all the baby madness that will be this weekend!
We are going to paint over the next week or so and then we will be ready to put in the laminate flooring. We don't want to risk getting paint on our brand new floors so those are going in after the painting in done. After the floors are in we will put in the base boards and the crown molding.
I realize there is still much work to be done. However, the hard, time-consuming process is now over and things will move much more quickly. We are probably only two or three weeks away from decorating!
Abby and Kenna got us the bedding set for the baby shower. It is so beautiful and I can't wait to get it all set up in the crib. Plus, I got gift-cards from Wal-Mart and was able to get all the room accessories. So I am all set to start decorating. I can't wait to post pictures. It is going to be the cutest baby room ever.
Also, Abby and Tyler will be here this weekend (tonight) to take belly pics. I can't wait for this. They are going to be fabulous. Plus, I get to see my little nephew Kale and Kim's baby Zoey this weekend. I can't wait to report back on all the baby madness that will be this weekend!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
The Shower!
Cayden’s baby shower last Saturday was amazing! Cayden got spoiled by getting lots of terrific presents and I got spoiled by getting to see all my family and friends. I just need Abby to get back from California so that I can put up some pictures from the big day.
I have to give credit to my mom who planned the whole event and made sure it was a smashing success. My Aunt Elaine also lent a huge helping hand the day of the shower. She kind of took over so that my mom could actually sit down and enjoy the shower.
The shower was so much fun. The food was great, the games were fun and everyone seemed to have a great time. Plus, Cayden was being cooperative and a lot of people were able to feel him kick. Well, they were able to feel him kick on the rare moments my mom wasn’t on belly patrol.
I simply cannot put into words how wonderful it was to see Abby and Kenna; especially having all three of us together. I have friends here in Phoenix; good friends. However, my friends from Eastern, well, all I can say is that it’s different with them.
The baby got such nice presents. It feels so good to have certain things in order for him. Before the shower we had next to nothing. Now we are part way there and it feels good to be at least a little prepared for him. We still have a lot of things we need to do, but we are steadily making progress and its such a relief.
I have to give credit to my mom who planned the whole event and made sure it was a smashing success. My Aunt Elaine also lent a huge helping hand the day of the shower. She kind of took over so that my mom could actually sit down and enjoy the shower.
The shower was so much fun. The food was great, the games were fun and everyone seemed to have a great time. Plus, Cayden was being cooperative and a lot of people were able to feel him kick. Well, they were able to feel him kick on the rare moments my mom wasn’t on belly patrol.
I simply cannot put into words how wonderful it was to see Abby and Kenna; especially having all three of us together. I have friends here in Phoenix; good friends. However, my friends from Eastern, well, all I can say is that it’s different with them.
The baby got such nice presents. It feels so good to have certain things in order for him. Before the shower we had next to nothing. Now we are part way there and it feels good to be at least a little prepared for him. We still have a lot of things we need to do, but we are steadily making progress and its such a relief.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Babies, Babies, Babies
Wow! I’m still trying to comprehend the events of yesterday. I’ve never had anyone close to me have a baby. Well, I’ve never had anyone close to me that I was actively involved in their pregnancy and such. It’s amazing how one day you are pregnant and the next day you have a child. Totally mind boggling.
It looks like I will not be meeting my little nephew for while. We didn’t go see them in the hospital last night because it’s a far drive in traffic (probably over an hour) and since they were at the hospital we wouldn’t have been able to stay long; plus everyone was pretty exhausted.
They come home tonight but we are going to let them have a chance to get settled. I can only imagine how over whelming it all must be. Plus, Chad’s mom’s girlfriend is flying into town and having four extra people in the house on baby’s first night home seems like it might be overwhelming for Linsey and Dustin.
Then I head out to New Mexico tomorrow and won’t be back until Tuesday. Chad will go see them sometime this weekend; which is good because his mom is likely leaving on Monday or Tuesday of next week. Then Dustin’s parents will be here next Sunday. Wow…a revolving door of visitors. I imagine that’s how it will be this summer when Baby Cayden enters the world. So, we are planning on making a trip out there next Saturday evening or Sunday morning before Dustin’s parents get into town— so that I can *finally* meet the little guy.
I am so amped up right now. I *can’t* wait for Cayden to get here. It’s going to be amazing. I can’t wait to experience everything about his birthday. I know it will be hard and terrifying; but at the same time it will be so exciting and happy. It will be the happiest day of my life!
I am so looking forward to my baby shower this weekend. I can’t wait to see everyone and get to spend some time with friends and family. I can’t wait to see my parents and get thoroughly spoiled for the weekend!
Once I get back from New Mexico and the nursery is closer to finished (Chad is making great strides by the way) we are planning on going on a shopping spree!
It looks like I will not be meeting my little nephew for while. We didn’t go see them in the hospital last night because it’s a far drive in traffic (probably over an hour) and since they were at the hospital we wouldn’t have been able to stay long; plus everyone was pretty exhausted.
They come home tonight but we are going to let them have a chance to get settled. I can only imagine how over whelming it all must be. Plus, Chad’s mom’s girlfriend is flying into town and having four extra people in the house on baby’s first night home seems like it might be overwhelming for Linsey and Dustin.
Then I head out to New Mexico tomorrow and won’t be back until Tuesday. Chad will go see them sometime this weekend; which is good because his mom is likely leaving on Monday or Tuesday of next week. Then Dustin’s parents will be here next Sunday. Wow…a revolving door of visitors. I imagine that’s how it will be this summer when Baby Cayden enters the world. So, we are planning on making a trip out there next Saturday evening or Sunday morning before Dustin’s parents get into town— so that I can *finally* meet the little guy.
I am so amped up right now. I *can’t* wait for Cayden to get here. It’s going to be amazing. I can’t wait to experience everything about his birthday. I know it will be hard and terrifying; but at the same time it will be so exciting and happy. It will be the happiest day of my life!
I am so looking forward to my baby shower this weekend. I can’t wait to see everyone and get to spend some time with friends and family. I can’t wait to see my parents and get thoroughly spoiled for the weekend!
Once I get back from New Mexico and the nursery is closer to finished (Chad is making great strides by the way) we are planning on going on a shopping spree!
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Happy Birthday Kale & Abby!
Baby Kale will be here today! In fact, he might already be here. Linsey called Chad last night around 8:30 to let him know that she was on the way to the hospital. Her water had broken and contractions were starting to set in. His mom texted him this morning around 7:30 to let him know that Linsey was dilated to 8 cm and that she would be delivering in about an hour.
Hearing all this gets me so amped up for baby Cayden; I can't wait to have him and hold him.
I am super excited that Kale is being born today. That means my little nephew will share the same birthday as my best friend Abby Reed. Abby and I have crazy similarities in our lives. We share the same last name. My parents anniversary is one day before her anniversary. Her parents anniversary is the day before my anniversary. Now my nephew is sharing her birthday. We are totally meant to be!
I had originally predicted that Kale would be born on the 11th (my other best friend Kristin's birthday), but he decided to wait a little. Either way, I am excited to have so many people who mean so much to me born in the month of March!
Happy Birthday to all!
3/10--My grandpa Fred
3/11--Kristin
3/12--My aunt Elaine
3/18--Kale & Abby
3/31--Dustin (Kale's dad & Linsey's husband)
Hearing all this gets me so amped up for baby Cayden; I can't wait to have him and hold him.
I am super excited that Kale is being born today. That means my little nephew will share the same birthday as my best friend Abby Reed. Abby and I have crazy similarities in our lives. We share the same last name. My parents anniversary is one day before her anniversary. Her parents anniversary is the day before my anniversary. Now my nephew is sharing her birthday. We are totally meant to be!
I had originally predicted that Kale would be born on the 11th (my other best friend Kristin's birthday), but he decided to wait a little. Either way, I am excited to have so many people who mean so much to me born in the month of March!
Happy Birthday to all!
3/10--My grandpa Fred
3/11--Kristin
3/12--My aunt Elaine
3/18--Kale & Abby
3/31--Dustin (Kale's dad & Linsey's husband)
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Bad Dog
I have written numerous posts regarding my great love and adoration for my dog Buster. Therefore, it is with a heavy heart that I write this. Suddenly, he has become a very naughty little doggie and truth-be-told it’s breaking my heart. Honestly, I’m fearful. If he is acting this badly with the expectant arrival of Baby Cayden how is he going to react once we get Cayden home.
Buster is guilty of destroying our carpets. He has been using the bathroom in the house; a lot lately. He has a doggie door and knows how to use it. Plus, he’s been house trained for a long, long time already. So there is no excuse for him going to the bathroom in the house.
Yesterday, I came home feeling worn out; Cayden beat the hell out of me. All I wanted to do was lay on the couch and rest. However, I know that Buster has needed extra attention lately and I don’t want him to feel abandoned. So, despite being tired and beat-up, I played ball with him and tried my best to keep him as entertained as possible. Apparently it was not enough.
Chad’s uncle came to the house to help with the nursery and immediately noticed the new glider sitting in the living room. He made a comment on how nice it was and while we were talking about it I noticed a dark spot on the carpet next to the footrest. I walked over, touched the wet spot and immediately knew it was pee. Luckily since Buster is so short there was no pee on the fabric; just the wood part of the footstool. I was able to easily clean it. Still, it doesn’t make it right. This infuriated both me and Chad. Buster got a stern, “Bad Dog!” while I showed him the mess. He was then put outside and the doggie door was locked.
He stayed outside for awhile. It wasn’t until after dinner that we let him back in the house. He came in, ate dinner, ran to the living room and peed on the floor—right in front of us! Yup, that’s right. He peed in the house again. Once again he got a stern, “Bad Dog!” while Chad showed him the mess and was put outside and the doggie door was locked. He wasn’t let back in until it was time to go to bed.
This dog, I’m telling you has no remorse. When we let him back into the house; he ran inside, darted to our bedroom, jumped on our bed, kicked Chad around to make more room for himself and got all comfy cozy and feel asleep. It would be funny if it wasn’t so infuriating.
I can’t believe it. I really can’t. I don’t understand why he would be that bad—on purpuse. I know he has been extra needy lately, but I feel like we have accommodating him as best we can. Plus, he’s a dog! I shouldn’t have to go out of *my* way to make sure he is accommodated.
It makes me mad because I think of all the things Chad and I do for him. Like spend all kinds of extra money to take him on vacations with us, taking him to people’s houses when he isn’t really invited, etc. I know that Buster isn’t capable of understanding nor appreciating what Chad and I do for him, but he *has to know* that he has a *damn* good life with Chad and I.
I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what we will do if this behavior continues or worsens once we get Cayden home. I can’t stomach the thought of getting rid of Buster; I love him too much. But I need to make sure my baby is safe. We may have to turn him into an outside dog, but that doesn’t seem like a viable option either. I feel like it would be animal abuse because it’s so hot here.
Our poor carpet. We are either going to have to replace it (which will be over $2,000) or get it professionally cleaned. We haven’t quiet decided what we will do about it, but we know that we need to do something because we can’t have the baby rolling around on pee soaked floors.
I don’t know. I’m at a loss. I love Buster *so* much. I want him to be part of the family. I want him to be a protective big brother; not a jealous little brat. Sigh…
Buster is guilty of destroying our carpets. He has been using the bathroom in the house; a lot lately. He has a doggie door and knows how to use it. Plus, he’s been house trained for a long, long time already. So there is no excuse for him going to the bathroom in the house.
Yesterday, I came home feeling worn out; Cayden beat the hell out of me. All I wanted to do was lay on the couch and rest. However, I know that Buster has needed extra attention lately and I don’t want him to feel abandoned. So, despite being tired and beat-up, I played ball with him and tried my best to keep him as entertained as possible. Apparently it was not enough.
Chad’s uncle came to the house to help with the nursery and immediately noticed the new glider sitting in the living room. He made a comment on how nice it was and while we were talking about it I noticed a dark spot on the carpet next to the footrest. I walked over, touched the wet spot and immediately knew it was pee. Luckily since Buster is so short there was no pee on the fabric; just the wood part of the footstool. I was able to easily clean it. Still, it doesn’t make it right. This infuriated both me and Chad. Buster got a stern, “Bad Dog!” while I showed him the mess. He was then put outside and the doggie door was locked.
He stayed outside for awhile. It wasn’t until after dinner that we let him back in the house. He came in, ate dinner, ran to the living room and peed on the floor—right in front of us! Yup, that’s right. He peed in the house again. Once again he got a stern, “Bad Dog!” while Chad showed him the mess and was put outside and the doggie door was locked. He wasn’t let back in until it was time to go to bed.
This dog, I’m telling you has no remorse. When we let him back into the house; he ran inside, darted to our bedroom, jumped on our bed, kicked Chad around to make more room for himself and got all comfy cozy and feel asleep. It would be funny if it wasn’t so infuriating.
I can’t believe it. I really can’t. I don’t understand why he would be that bad—on purpuse. I know he has been extra needy lately, but I feel like we have accommodating him as best we can. Plus, he’s a dog! I shouldn’t have to go out of *my* way to make sure he is accommodated.
It makes me mad because I think of all the things Chad and I do for him. Like spend all kinds of extra money to take him on vacations with us, taking him to people’s houses when he isn’t really invited, etc. I know that Buster isn’t capable of understanding nor appreciating what Chad and I do for him, but he *has to know* that he has a *damn* good life with Chad and I.
I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what we will do if this behavior continues or worsens once we get Cayden home. I can’t stomach the thought of getting rid of Buster; I love him too much. But I need to make sure my baby is safe. We may have to turn him into an outside dog, but that doesn’t seem like a viable option either. I feel like it would be animal abuse because it’s so hot here.
Our poor carpet. We are either going to have to replace it (which will be over $2,000) or get it professionally cleaned. We haven’t quiet decided what we will do about it, but we know that we need to do something because we can’t have the baby rolling around on pee soaked floors.
I don’t know. I’m at a loss. I love Buster *so* much. I want him to be part of the family. I want him to be a protective big brother; not a jealous little brat. Sigh…
Monday, March 16, 2009
Still Waiting
It seems like there has been a lot of waiting going on recently. Chad’s family is still waiting for baby Kale to be born. I am still waiting for Chad to finish the nursery so we can start decorating. We are still waiting to see if the house will re-finance. I am still waiting to see how our finances will pan out (re-finance, raises, paying off bills, etc.) so I can 100% determine if I will stay home with Baby Cayden or not.
Linsey’s official due date was yesterday; so she is late. And considering she started the dilation process over two and a half weeks ago it seems like we have been waiting a really long time to meet this baby. But if her experience has taught me anything it’s that babies don’t care about schedules or due dates. They arrived when they want to arrive. We do know that baby Kale will be here Friday, March 20th at the very, very latest. She is scheduled to be induced on Thursday and once she is induced it could still be awhile before the baby actually arrives. I have my fingers crossed and I am hoping that Baby Cayden doesn’t make us wait terribly long to meet him.
Chad, with the help of his uncle, is going to work really hard on the nursery this weekend and will hopefully have it close to finished by the time I get back from Albuquerque next Tuesday. I don’t think there is *that* much work that needs to be completed. It’s always been a matter of finding the time, but he is pretty determined to get it finished. Hopefully when I get back from New Mexico we can paint the walls, do the trim and figure out what we are going to do with the floors (carpet or laminate???).
I just got off the phone with Wells Fargo and they are still figuring out all the rules and qualifications of the re-financing under President Obama’s new plan. They said to call back in a week and a half. I am really anxious to see if we can get the house re-financed or not. So many other things are dependent on this.
Speaking of waiting…I am getting so anxious to meet Cayden. I can’t wait to have him in my arms. But I also know that there is still much preparation to be done before his arrival; so I will patiently wait out these next 12 and a half weeks.
Linsey’s official due date was yesterday; so she is late. And considering she started the dilation process over two and a half weeks ago it seems like we have been waiting a really long time to meet this baby. But if her experience has taught me anything it’s that babies don’t care about schedules or due dates. They arrived when they want to arrive. We do know that baby Kale will be here Friday, March 20th at the very, very latest. She is scheduled to be induced on Thursday and once she is induced it could still be awhile before the baby actually arrives. I have my fingers crossed and I am hoping that Baby Cayden doesn’t make us wait terribly long to meet him.
Chad, with the help of his uncle, is going to work really hard on the nursery this weekend and will hopefully have it close to finished by the time I get back from Albuquerque next Tuesday. I don’t think there is *that* much work that needs to be completed. It’s always been a matter of finding the time, but he is pretty determined to get it finished. Hopefully when I get back from New Mexico we can paint the walls, do the trim and figure out what we are going to do with the floors (carpet or laminate???).
I just got off the phone with Wells Fargo and they are still figuring out all the rules and qualifications of the re-financing under President Obama’s new plan. They said to call back in a week and a half. I am really anxious to see if we can get the house re-financed or not. So many other things are dependent on this.
Speaking of waiting…I am getting so anxious to meet Cayden. I can’t wait to have him in my arms. But I also know that there is still much preparation to be done before his arrival; so I will patiently wait out these next 12 and a half weeks.
Friday, March 13, 2009
My Musical Soul Mate
Collective Soul (aka The Greatest Ban Ever) is my musical soul mate. I’ve seen them in concert four times. I have every single one of their CD’s. There music was played during my wedding. I sing Collective Soul songs to baby Cayden; they will be his lullabies.
When I spent over six hours cleaning the house on Wednesday I listened to all 97 Collective Soul songs that I have on our I-Pod. I wish I could meet the lead singer of Collective Soul, Ed Roland, and simply tell him, “thank you.” “Thank you for writing the words of my heart and my soul.”
I’ve been listening to Collective Soul since I was 7; yet these songs that I’ve been hearing for almost the past twenty years constantly find a way to reinvent themselves and become new. No matter what is happening in my life I can listen to a Collective Soul song, it’s like the perfect song finds me, and the lyrics seem to comfort me, provide me peace and make everything fall into perspective.
As I was cleaning on Wednesday the song Reunion popped on the I-Pod. I’ve heard this song hundreds of times before, but this time was different. It spoke deeply to my heart. The lyrics seemed to mirror everything I have been feeling lately and coupled with Ed’s beautiful voice I felt peaceful.
Reunion:
Change will come
Change is here
Love fades out
Then love appears
Now my water's turned to wine
And these thoughts I have
I now claim as mine
I'm coming home
Change has been
Change will be
Time will tell
Then time will ease
Now my curtain has been drawn
And my heart can go
Where my heart does belong
I'm going home
When I spent over six hours cleaning the house on Wednesday I listened to all 97 Collective Soul songs that I have on our I-Pod. I wish I could meet the lead singer of Collective Soul, Ed Roland, and simply tell him, “thank you.” “Thank you for writing the words of my heart and my soul.”
I’ve been listening to Collective Soul since I was 7; yet these songs that I’ve been hearing for almost the past twenty years constantly find a way to reinvent themselves and become new. No matter what is happening in my life I can listen to a Collective Soul song, it’s like the perfect song finds me, and the lyrics seem to comfort me, provide me peace and make everything fall into perspective.
As I was cleaning on Wednesday the song Reunion popped on the I-Pod. I’ve heard this song hundreds of times before, but this time was different. It spoke deeply to my heart. The lyrics seemed to mirror everything I have been feeling lately and coupled with Ed’s beautiful voice I felt peaceful.
Reunion:
Change will come
Change is here
Love fades out
Then love appears
Now my water's turned to wine
And these thoughts I have
I now claim as mine
I'm coming home
Change has been
Change will be
Time will tell
Then time will ease
Now my curtain has been drawn
And my heart can go
Where my heart does belong
I'm going home
The Beginning of the End
Today is the first day of my 3rd trimester! The beginning of the end has begun and I’m pretty thrilled. In about 13 weeks we will have our precious baby boy and I can’t wait.
It’s going to be amazing what changes these next 13 weeks bring. My pregnancy seems to be progressing so rapidly these days. I continue to be amazed by how active, strong and big Cayden is. Everyday I feel his movements more than the day before. They are becoming so strong and distinct. I can feel elbows roll across my bell and see his small head pop up every once in a while.
I keep saying that Cayden is the best entertainment ever and he is; he really is. I watch my belly at all times and simply marvel at all the movement. I can’t believe there is a person inside there; capable of thoughts, movements, breathing…life.
As exciting as the progression of my pregnancy is at times there are moments when I am scared. I know Cayden still has so much more growing to do; probably another 4 to 5 pounds. I wonder how my small body will handle it. I sometimes get real uncomfortable and I have said more than once, “there isn’t enough room.” So I can’t imagine what it will be like during these next 13 weeks.
I see Linsey and I wonder how I will handle my 9th month of pregnancy. I know there will be a lot of challenges ahead of me. There will be times of great discomfort and pain. I also know there will be changes that happen to my body that are irreversible. But I remain confident in my elastic skin (no stretch marks, fingers crossed) and that all of the pain and changes are so totally worth it.
It’s going to be amazing what changes these next 13 weeks bring. My pregnancy seems to be progressing so rapidly these days. I continue to be amazed by how active, strong and big Cayden is. Everyday I feel his movements more than the day before. They are becoming so strong and distinct. I can feel elbows roll across my bell and see his small head pop up every once in a while.
I keep saying that Cayden is the best entertainment ever and he is; he really is. I watch my belly at all times and simply marvel at all the movement. I can’t believe there is a person inside there; capable of thoughts, movements, breathing…life.
As exciting as the progression of my pregnancy is at times there are moments when I am scared. I know Cayden still has so much more growing to do; probably another 4 to 5 pounds. I wonder how my small body will handle it. I sometimes get real uncomfortable and I have said more than once, “there isn’t enough room.” So I can’t imagine what it will be like during these next 13 weeks.
I see Linsey and I wonder how I will handle my 9th month of pregnancy. I know there will be a lot of challenges ahead of me. There will be times of great discomfort and pain. I also know there will be changes that happen to my body that are irreversible. But I remain confident in my elastic skin (no stretch marks, fingers crossed) and that all of the pain and changes are so totally worth it.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
"Sick" Days
Today is my second "sick" day in a row I am taking from work. I usually don't take sick days just for the sake of taking them. Heck, I usually don't even take sick days when I am actually sick. But it all started with us being so busy with Chad's family. I haven't had any time to clean the house or do some grocery shopping. And this coming weekend will be no exception and then next weekend I am off to New Mexico.
I knew something had to give. So I decided I would call in sick on Wednesday and get stuff done around the house. Well, apparently my mom is right. I must be nesting. Because I cleaned yesterday like I have never cleaned before. I couldn't get enough of it. Tuesday night I was actually excited to wake up the next morning and get everything done. This is coming from a person who normally hates cleaning and all aspects of it. So, need less to say my day was busy and hard yesterday.
So I decided that I would take today to just relax and chill and hang out. Another reason I don't mind taking the sicks days is because when I go out on FMLA my company will use ALL my sick and vacation days before paying me my short term disability. I have money taken out of every check for my short term disability, so I think I should be able to save some of my sick/vacation days if I want. But, I can't, so whatever. I've been with UOP for almost 4 years and hardly ever take sicks days, so I have a ton. I figure I will use some of them up now and enjoy them. I wish Chad was home with me, but his work is evil and doesn't believe in paying people for time off.
I knew something had to give. So I decided I would call in sick on Wednesday and get stuff done around the house. Well, apparently my mom is right. I must be nesting. Because I cleaned yesterday like I have never cleaned before. I couldn't get enough of it. Tuesday night I was actually excited to wake up the next morning and get everything done. This is coming from a person who normally hates cleaning and all aspects of it. So, need less to say my day was busy and hard yesterday.
So I decided that I would take today to just relax and chill and hang out. Another reason I don't mind taking the sicks days is because when I go out on FMLA my company will use ALL my sick and vacation days before paying me my short term disability. I have money taken out of every check for my short term disability, so I think I should be able to save some of my sick/vacation days if I want. But, I can't, so whatever. I've been with UOP for almost 4 years and hardly ever take sicks days, so I have a ton. I figure I will use some of them up now and enjoy them. I wish Chad was home with me, but his work is evil and doesn't believe in paying people for time off.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
One Micro-Inch Closer
Whew! We are one micro-inch closer to re-financing the house. In order to qualify for re-financing under the President's Making Home Affordable plan the loan needs to be secured by either Frannie Mae or Freddie Mac. I don't know how Frannie and Freddie work at all. I make my mortgage payment check to Wells Fargo, but I guess, Frannie and Freddie own/secure/whatever nearly half of all mortgages in the US.
Well, I went to both websites to determine if either lender owned our loan. I quickly learned that our loan was not owned by Freddie. But I just got confirmation that our loan is owned by Fannie Mae.
Now, this in no way guarantees that we will be able to be re-financed. Like I said, it's one micro-inch closer. Nevertheless, I am happy that we at least have a *chance* of being re-financed. Who knows, maybe the skies will open, hell will freeze over and Chad and I will catch a break. Stranger things have happened.
I know we still have a long up-hill road to travel when it comes to re-financing; simply because we owe so much more than the house is worth. I was thinking about calling Wells Fargo right this very minute to find out more. But I think I will wait another day or two. I want to hold onto to this feeling, a feeling of optimism, because it seems like it's been so long since I felt it.
Well, I went to both websites to determine if either lender owned our loan. I quickly learned that our loan was not owned by Freddie. But I just got confirmation that our loan is owned by Fannie Mae.
Now, this in no way guarantees that we will be able to be re-financed. Like I said, it's one micro-inch closer. Nevertheless, I am happy that we at least have a *chance* of being re-financed. Who knows, maybe the skies will open, hell will freeze over and Chad and I will catch a break. Stranger things have happened.
I know we still have a long up-hill road to travel when it comes to re-financing; simply because we owe so much more than the house is worth. I was thinking about calling Wells Fargo right this very minute to find out more. But I think I will wait another day or two. I want to hold onto to this feeling, a feeling of optimism, because it seems like it's been so long since I felt it.
Lots O Family
We had an action packed weekend filled with Chad’s family. We are still awaiting the arrival of baby Kale. It’s funny how everyone is getting so anxious and inpatient. Linsey’s due date isn’t until the 15th, but once everyone heard she was dilating they got all riled up. I am predicting a Wednesday delivery.
We spent most of the day Saturday at Linsey and Dustin’s house. It’s the third weekend in a row we have made the trip out to the west side. I imagine there will be much more to come in the future. I’m definitely not used to putting so many miles on my car. From Linsey’s house to our house is 90 miles round trip. Now I realize why we don’t see them that often. But it’s good for Chad to get to spend some time with his mom.
Sunday we spent most of the day visiting at his uncle’s house; which is thankfully only 10 minutes from our house. His grandma, cousin and cousin’s son are in town. The timing was great. The cousin is actually here for work and it just so happens that Linsey will likely have the baby while they are all here. I definitely don’t anticipate this much excitement when I am getting ready to have Baby Cayden. It will only be my parents and Chad.
Chad’s mom, Linsey and Nan all got to feel baby Cayden kick. It was pretty exciting. I am getting ready to go to New Mexico next weekend and I can’t wait to have my family feel him kick too. They haven’t seen me since Christmas and I look so different and so much has happened.
I can’t wait for my baby shower. I am beyond thrilled to see my family and my good friends Abby and Kenna! It has literally been years since we were all in the same room together. I can’t wait to be with my Eastern friends again; they are the best ever and I miss them so much! Their presence is present enough, but Abby insists on spoiling me (she got me a rocker/glider chair for the nursery) so I guess I will have to comply.
We spent most of the day Saturday at Linsey and Dustin’s house. It’s the third weekend in a row we have made the trip out to the west side. I imagine there will be much more to come in the future. I’m definitely not used to putting so many miles on my car. From Linsey’s house to our house is 90 miles round trip. Now I realize why we don’t see them that often. But it’s good for Chad to get to spend some time with his mom.
Sunday we spent most of the day visiting at his uncle’s house; which is thankfully only 10 minutes from our house. His grandma, cousin and cousin’s son are in town. The timing was great. The cousin is actually here for work and it just so happens that Linsey will likely have the baby while they are all here. I definitely don’t anticipate this much excitement when I am getting ready to have Baby Cayden. It will only be my parents and Chad.
Chad’s mom, Linsey and Nan all got to feel baby Cayden kick. It was pretty exciting. I am getting ready to go to New Mexico next weekend and I can’t wait to have my family feel him kick too. They haven’t seen me since Christmas and I look so different and so much has happened.
I can’t wait for my baby shower. I am beyond thrilled to see my family and my good friends Abby and Kenna! It has literally been years since we were all in the same room together. I can’t wait to be with my Eastern friends again; they are the best ever and I miss them so much! Their presence is present enough, but Abby insists on spoiling me (she got me a rocker/glider chair for the nursery) so I guess I will have to comply.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Wow, that was easy.
I grew up watching my parents juggle bills. There were car payments, credit card payments, interest rates, etc. And I would think to myself: “How on earth does that happen? It’s not going to happen to me.” Well, much to my surprise it’s incredibly easy to accumulate massive amounts of debt.
In the four short years since Chad and I have lived together in Arizona we have managed to rack up a large sum of debt; a debt that will ultimately keep our household a two-income household. We have a mortgage, two car payments, two student loan payments and a personal loan payment from our bank. I remain amazed at how easy it all was. Luckily, our one and only credit card has a zero balance right now.
I can’t seem to remember when we went over the deep-end or got to a place where living on one-income was no longer a possibility. We adapted, we adjusted to our increasing salaries and our increasing need for more stuff. We bought cars and houses and re-landscaped backyards and the thought of having a baby wasn’t even a possibility.
Lately I have been feeling really sorry for myself; saying words and phrases like “unfair” “why me” and “if only.” However, I have stayed away from words like “responsibility” “accountability” and “grown-up”. So, while it is with a heavy heart, I accept our fate and I realize I will have to work and put Cayden in daycare because *I* choose to get a new house, a new car and a new backyard. Nobody gave me these bills and it’s nobody’s responsibility but my own to make sure they are paid every month.
I am also going to take solace in knowing that I don’t have to make a decision today and that a lot can change between now and 5 months from now. And I am still going to fight the good fight, because in the end when I do end up having to drop Cayden off at daycare I want to know in my heart that I did *everything* I could to stay at home and take care of him.
In the four short years since Chad and I have lived together in Arizona we have managed to rack up a large sum of debt; a debt that will ultimately keep our household a two-income household. We have a mortgage, two car payments, two student loan payments and a personal loan payment from our bank. I remain amazed at how easy it all was. Luckily, our one and only credit card has a zero balance right now.
I can’t seem to remember when we went over the deep-end or got to a place where living on one-income was no longer a possibility. We adapted, we adjusted to our increasing salaries and our increasing need for more stuff. We bought cars and houses and re-landscaped backyards and the thought of having a baby wasn’t even a possibility.
Lately I have been feeling really sorry for myself; saying words and phrases like “unfair” “why me” and “if only.” However, I have stayed away from words like “responsibility” “accountability” and “grown-up”. So, while it is with a heavy heart, I accept our fate and I realize I will have to work and put Cayden in daycare because *I* choose to get a new house, a new car and a new backyard. Nobody gave me these bills and it’s nobody’s responsibility but my own to make sure they are paid every month.
I am also going to take solace in knowing that I don’t have to make a decision today and that a lot can change between now and 5 months from now. And I am still going to fight the good fight, because in the end when I do end up having to drop Cayden off at daycare I want to know in my heart that I did *everything* I could to stay at home and take care of him.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Making the Rounds
Yesterday I started visiting some daycare centers in our neighborhood. Before I go any further I will say this: I know we still have 6 months before we are actually faced with the decision of putting Cayden in daycare and I know that our ultimate goal is to have me stay at home with him. However, I started the process for my own mental well-being.
You see, not knowing if I will get to stay at home and not knowing where we will take Cayden if I do have to go back to work has done a number on me mentally. I can’t live in the un-known; it’s not the way I’m made. The unknown is like butter or mayonnaise; I simply can’t have it in my system.
This whole not knowing what will happen hasn’t been good for Chad and I either. The dreaded unknown has lead to many arguments, ruined weekends and tears. I think everything has been heightened because I am pregnant and I have raging hormones. Basically I have been an emotional wreck and the mere mention of putting Cayden in daycare leaves me in hysterics and leaves Chad feeling inadequate and helpless.
So I decided Sunday that we can’t go on living like that; that *I* must take action and create a plan so that the rest of my pregnancy isn’t filled with fights and tears, but rather pure happiness and joy—the way it should be. So I decided I would start visiting neighborhood daycare centers in order to get over my fear of the unknown world of child care and establish a much needed plan.
I went to three yesterday. And all I can say is that they weren’t that bad. They were not the torture chambers I imagined them to be. Granted, they are not my house, but they are okay. The prices are not as high as I was expecting either $165 to $190 per week. I am planning on visiting one more today after work and probably several more in the coming weeks.
Of the three I visited I ruled out two immediately. Chad and I can visit the other one at a later date. The first one I visited is for sure a no-go. This is why: I took a look at the infant room and there was a baby laying in a crib and he was awake. If a baby is awake you don’t leave them laying in their crib—simple as that. If Cayden is awake I will be playing with him, singing to him, hugging him, doing something to help foster learning and physical development like crawling or walking. All I could think was: What if they leave Cayden laying in a crib all day?
The last place I visited isn’t going to work either. I hated the parking lot. This is a small thing, but if I am going to be going somewhere twice a day, everyday I don’t want to be fighting a small, awkward, cramped parking lot. Also, I didn’t like the way it smelled and it was so flippin’ loud. It just wasn’t for me or my child.
The second daycare is the only possible option right now. You need to enter a door code to get into the building—I liked that. Each baby gets his or her own crib; no sharing—I liked that. The toys and bedding are cleaned daily—I liked that. So we’ll see. It’s a possibility. I have to visit several more before I can make a decision.
I feel good that I have started this process. I don’t feel so overwhelmed or irresponsible. I feel a lot more calm and relaxed. It’s good to have a back up plan; something to fall back on if the whole stay at home mom thing doesn’t work out.
I will say this. Even if I find a fabulous daycare center for a fabulous price I will *not* give up on my quest to stay at home with Cayden. I will do *everything* in my power to make it work out and I will not give up hope. I will fight until there is nothing left to fight for, because *no one* and I repeat *no one* could ever take care of Cayden the way I can.
You see, not knowing if I will get to stay at home and not knowing where we will take Cayden if I do have to go back to work has done a number on me mentally. I can’t live in the un-known; it’s not the way I’m made. The unknown is like butter or mayonnaise; I simply can’t have it in my system.
This whole not knowing what will happen hasn’t been good for Chad and I either. The dreaded unknown has lead to many arguments, ruined weekends and tears. I think everything has been heightened because I am pregnant and I have raging hormones. Basically I have been an emotional wreck and the mere mention of putting Cayden in daycare leaves me in hysterics and leaves Chad feeling inadequate and helpless.
So I decided Sunday that we can’t go on living like that; that *I* must take action and create a plan so that the rest of my pregnancy isn’t filled with fights and tears, but rather pure happiness and joy—the way it should be. So I decided I would start visiting neighborhood daycare centers in order to get over my fear of the unknown world of child care and establish a much needed plan.
I went to three yesterday. And all I can say is that they weren’t that bad. They were not the torture chambers I imagined them to be. Granted, they are not my house, but they are okay. The prices are not as high as I was expecting either $165 to $190 per week. I am planning on visiting one more today after work and probably several more in the coming weeks.
Of the three I visited I ruled out two immediately. Chad and I can visit the other one at a later date. The first one I visited is for sure a no-go. This is why: I took a look at the infant room and there was a baby laying in a crib and he was awake. If a baby is awake you don’t leave them laying in their crib—simple as that. If Cayden is awake I will be playing with him, singing to him, hugging him, doing something to help foster learning and physical development like crawling or walking. All I could think was: What if they leave Cayden laying in a crib all day?
The last place I visited isn’t going to work either. I hated the parking lot. This is a small thing, but if I am going to be going somewhere twice a day, everyday I don’t want to be fighting a small, awkward, cramped parking lot. Also, I didn’t like the way it smelled and it was so flippin’ loud. It just wasn’t for me or my child.
The second daycare is the only possible option right now. You need to enter a door code to get into the building—I liked that. Each baby gets his or her own crib; no sharing—I liked that. The toys and bedding are cleaned daily—I liked that. So we’ll see. It’s a possibility. I have to visit several more before I can make a decision.
I feel good that I have started this process. I don’t feel so overwhelmed or irresponsible. I feel a lot more calm and relaxed. It’s good to have a back up plan; something to fall back on if the whole stay at home mom thing doesn’t work out.
I will say this. Even if I find a fabulous daycare center for a fabulous price I will *not* give up on my quest to stay at home with Cayden. I will do *everything* in my power to make it work out and I will not give up hope. I will fight until there is nothing left to fight for, because *no one* and I repeat *no one* could ever take care of Cayden the way I can.
Monday, March 2, 2009
This Weekend
Chad and I went to Linsey’s house on Saturday. His mom got into town on Friday afternoon to be here for the arrival of baby Kale. Linsey is still hanging in there. No baby yet. But I tell you there were moments were she looked like she was in a state of pure discomfort.
I can’t believe I will be going through the same exact situation in 3 months. It seems terrifying. She explained to me how the doctor checks to see if you are dilated or not. It’s not a pretty process. I am sure I will cry.
Seeing Linsey and Dustin so close to welcoming their baby into the world makes me super excited and super anxious to get Cayden in my arms. He is going to be a pure doll I just know it. He is already so very entertaining. You can now see my belly move when he moves and there are times he is going nuts in there. Throwing punches, kicks, elbows and knees all simultaneously. Chad and I call this “The Popcorn Show.” It’s the best entertainment ever and it’s free.
It was really good to see Chad’s mom too. We haven’t seen her since Christmas. Plus, I like seeing people who haven’t seen me in a while so that they can marvel on how much I have grown over the past couple of months. His mom said that I still look small and fabulous—she’s too kind. However, she did already accidently called Cayden Kale. I wonder how many more times that will happen between now and forever.
We spent the rest of the weekend focusing on “getting ready for Cayden” stuff. Chad worked some more on the nursery. I can’t wait for it to get finished so that I can decorate. And I have decided that I am re-organizing the entire house. My mom says I am nesting. Maybe I am. I just feel that house is so cluttered and un-organized.
I am going to go through every room, every closet and every drawer and get rid of tons of things we don’t need anymore and get everything organized and clean. I realized yesterday that the house hardly has room for me and Chad; how would we possibly fit a baby in it too. Yesterday I tackled the spare bedroom and one of the hall closets and it already made a huge different. The once cluttered closet in the spare bedroom is now close to empty. Plus, the less we have the less there is for me to keep clean.
My pregnancy is passing by so fast. I can’t believe it. I am so excited. I can’t wait for Cayden to come meet everyone. 25 weeks preggers; only 15 more to go. Honestly, I think it will be more like 13 weeks to go. I have a feeling baby boy will greet us early.
I can’t believe I will be going through the same exact situation in 3 months. It seems terrifying. She explained to me how the doctor checks to see if you are dilated or not. It’s not a pretty process. I am sure I will cry.
Seeing Linsey and Dustin so close to welcoming their baby into the world makes me super excited and super anxious to get Cayden in my arms. He is going to be a pure doll I just know it. He is already so very entertaining. You can now see my belly move when he moves and there are times he is going nuts in there. Throwing punches, kicks, elbows and knees all simultaneously. Chad and I call this “The Popcorn Show.” It’s the best entertainment ever and it’s free.
It was really good to see Chad’s mom too. We haven’t seen her since Christmas. Plus, I like seeing people who haven’t seen me in a while so that they can marvel on how much I have grown over the past couple of months. His mom said that I still look small and fabulous—she’s too kind. However, she did already accidently called Cayden Kale. I wonder how many more times that will happen between now and forever.
We spent the rest of the weekend focusing on “getting ready for Cayden” stuff. Chad worked some more on the nursery. I can’t wait for it to get finished so that I can decorate. And I have decided that I am re-organizing the entire house. My mom says I am nesting. Maybe I am. I just feel that house is so cluttered and un-organized.
I am going to go through every room, every closet and every drawer and get rid of tons of things we don’t need anymore and get everything organized and clean. I realized yesterday that the house hardly has room for me and Chad; how would we possibly fit a baby in it too. Yesterday I tackled the spare bedroom and one of the hall closets and it already made a huge different. The once cluttered closet in the spare bedroom is now close to empty. Plus, the less we have the less there is for me to keep clean.
My pregnancy is passing by so fast. I can’t believe it. I am so excited. I can’t wait for Cayden to come meet everyone. 25 weeks preggers; only 15 more to go. Honestly, I think it will be more like 13 weeks to go. I have a feeling baby boy will greet us early.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Next Comes Baby
As I write this Chad's mom is on an airplane heading to Phoenix. Chad's sister is going to be having her baby soon, very soon. As of yesterday she was two centimeters dialated. She isn't in labor or anything, but I imagine she will be having the baby any day now. She is due on March 14th. So it looks like baby Kale is coming to meet everyone a little sooner than expected.
Wow! I can't believe it. This is really all happening. Linsey will have her baby and in three short months we will be welcoming Baby Cayden into this world. And all of our lives will be so incredibley different than they were just a short year ago.
I must admit hearing that Linsey will be giving birth soon put me into a slight panic attack. Because I realize how soon I will also be giving birth. The truth is: not matter how babies are born (naturally or c-section) it ain't pretty; it's graphic and it does a number on a women's body.
But it's only 1 day and it will be worth it; so worth it. I am so excited and anxious to finally get to be with baby Cayden. He is going to be (to steal Abby's word) delicious!
The arrival of baby Kale means that our baby preperation plans will be put on a slight delay. Chad is still working on finalizing the nursury, however, he will be totally occupied with his family over the couple of weeks (I don't blame him) so I doubt that he will have any time to work on it.
But if this experience has taught us anything it's that babies don't conform to any type of schedule.
Only 11 to 15 weeks to go!
Wow! I can't believe it. This is really all happening. Linsey will have her baby and in three short months we will be welcoming Baby Cayden into this world. And all of our lives will be so incredibley different than they were just a short year ago.
I must admit hearing that Linsey will be giving birth soon put me into a slight panic attack. Because I realize how soon I will also be giving birth. The truth is: not matter how babies are born (naturally or c-section) it ain't pretty; it's graphic and it does a number on a women's body.
But it's only 1 day and it will be worth it; so worth it. I am so excited and anxious to finally get to be with baby Cayden. He is going to be (to steal Abby's word) delicious!
The arrival of baby Kale means that our baby preperation plans will be put on a slight delay. Chad is still working on finalizing the nursury, however, he will be totally occupied with his family over the couple of weeks (I don't blame him) so I doubt that he will have any time to work on it.
But if this experience has taught us anything it's that babies don't conform to any type of schedule.
Only 11 to 15 weeks to go!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Chinese Superstitions
It continues to amaze me how people (some total strangers) are so willing and anxious to dispense pregnancy advice. I don’t mind people giving me advice or even sharing horror birth stories with me. I take it all in stride and get a good laugh out of most of it.
The other day at the gym I got my most unusual and funny pregnancy advice to date. I was changing and another lady in the locker room looks to me and says, “Are you pregnant?” Of course I answer, “Yes.”
I have never really talked to this lady before. She is usually arriving as I am leaving and the most we’ve ever said to each other is the casual hello. However, once she gets confirmation that I am pregnant she feels that this is a good time to have a full-blown conversation. She grew up in China and recently moved to the United States and now works in the IT department at University of Phoenix.
She asks me if I am having a boy or a girl. I tell her boy. She is thrilled with this news and proceeds to tell me how incredibly lucky I am to be getting a boy and that since this is the Year of the Ox my son will be very smart and very stubborn.
She then proceeds to tell me all about Chinese superstitions regarding pregnancy. It was really hard to keep a straight face during some of them.
- Don’t lift your arms above your head because this causes pre-term labor
-Stop wearing your wedding ring after month five because it causes extra weight gain
-Wearing a bracelet or necklace causes the umbilical cord to wrap around the baby’s neck
She was very insistent that I follow these rules in order to have a healthy baby. I think I am going to take my chances and keep reaching for items on the top shelf of my pantry, I won’t stop wearing my wedding ring and I simply cannot live without my watch and necklace.
Like I said, I take it all in stride and get a good laugh along the way.
The other day at the gym I got my most unusual and funny pregnancy advice to date. I was changing and another lady in the locker room looks to me and says, “Are you pregnant?” Of course I answer, “Yes.”
I have never really talked to this lady before. She is usually arriving as I am leaving and the most we’ve ever said to each other is the casual hello. However, once she gets confirmation that I am pregnant she feels that this is a good time to have a full-blown conversation. She grew up in China and recently moved to the United States and now works in the IT department at University of Phoenix.
She asks me if I am having a boy or a girl. I tell her boy. She is thrilled with this news and proceeds to tell me how incredibly lucky I am to be getting a boy and that since this is the Year of the Ox my son will be very smart and very stubborn.
She then proceeds to tell me all about Chinese superstitions regarding pregnancy. It was really hard to keep a straight face during some of them.
- Don’t lift your arms above your head because this causes pre-term labor
-Stop wearing your wedding ring after month five because it causes extra weight gain
-Wearing a bracelet or necklace causes the umbilical cord to wrap around the baby’s neck
She was very insistent that I follow these rules in order to have a healthy baby. I think I am going to take my chances and keep reaching for items on the top shelf of my pantry, I won’t stop wearing my wedding ring and I simply cannot live without my watch and necklace.
Like I said, I take it all in stride and get a good laugh along the way.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
It's Getting Hot In Here
Living in Phoenix certainly has is advantages; great shopping, great eating, every professional sport imaginable, beautiful winters. However, this is one notable trait that Phoenix has that makes me wonder why 6 million people choose to live here...it's flipping *HOT* in the summers!
I take that back. It's not hot in the summers. It's hot in Spring, Summer and most of Fall. That's right, for about 7 months the weather is sizzling. And the sizzle has begun. It's supposed to be 88 on Sunday. I know that 88 is bearable, but 88 on March 1st seems a little ridiculous to me. We were hitting the 80s in January, but luckily a cool spell hit us in February.
Also, let me put 88 in the perspective of being close to 6 months pregnant. On Saturday I was out shopping with my friend from Tucson and my sister-in-law. It was 80 degrees. Yet, I somehow managed to sweat like a pig. I think I am going to have to throw away the shirt I was wearing. It got such bad pit stains...I don't think they will ever come out. I was dying for a pair of shorts, a tank top and flip flops. Heck, I would have jumped in a pool on February 21st if one had been available. The movie theatre felt hot to me; movie theatres are never hot.
I am in for a world of hurt over these next few months. It's only going to get hotter and I am only going to get bigger. Chad's uncle has generously offered his pool to me. He says I have full access to it 24/7. I imagine he will be regretting that decision come the beginning of June, because I am planning on *living* in that pool.
I can't wait to take my first dive in. He is having it re-stuccoed right now. The pool will be a lifesaver. It will cool me and help me carry some of the baby weight.
I'll let you know when we get our first triple digit day. I imagine it will be sooner rather than later. You will have to keep Chad in your prayers, because I am one very grumpy person when I get overly hot. Bless him for his patience and understanding.
Oh yeah, we officially started using the A/C again last night. A/C and a fan. Can you believe it? I am sure the A/C will be broken by June and the electric bill will be about a thousand dollars.
Yea, for nine months pregnant in June in Phoenix.
I take that back. It's not hot in the summers. It's hot in Spring, Summer and most of Fall. That's right, for about 7 months the weather is sizzling. And the sizzle has begun. It's supposed to be 88 on Sunday. I know that 88 is bearable, but 88 on March 1st seems a little ridiculous to me. We were hitting the 80s in January, but luckily a cool spell hit us in February.
Also, let me put 88 in the perspective of being close to 6 months pregnant. On Saturday I was out shopping with my friend from Tucson and my sister-in-law. It was 80 degrees. Yet, I somehow managed to sweat like a pig. I think I am going to have to throw away the shirt I was wearing. It got such bad pit stains...I don't think they will ever come out. I was dying for a pair of shorts, a tank top and flip flops. Heck, I would have jumped in a pool on February 21st if one had been available. The movie theatre felt hot to me; movie theatres are never hot.
I am in for a world of hurt over these next few months. It's only going to get hotter and I am only going to get bigger. Chad's uncle has generously offered his pool to me. He says I have full access to it 24/7. I imagine he will be regretting that decision come the beginning of June, because I am planning on *living* in that pool.
I can't wait to take my first dive in. He is having it re-stuccoed right now. The pool will be a lifesaver. It will cool me and help me carry some of the baby weight.
I'll let you know when we get our first triple digit day. I imagine it will be sooner rather than later. You will have to keep Chad in your prayers, because I am one very grumpy person when I get overly hot. Bless him for his patience and understanding.
Oh yeah, we officially started using the A/C again last night. A/C and a fan. Can you believe it? I am sure the A/C will be broken by June and the electric bill will be about a thousand dollars.
Yea, for nine months pregnant in June in Phoenix.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Updates
Update #1
Chad and I are going to be an uncle and aunt very soon. Chad’s little sister Linsey is getting ready to have her little boy, Kale Everett. She is due on March 14th; which means any day now. I can’t believe how drastically different the family will be in just a few months…two new little boys. Chad’s mom, grandma, cousin and cousin’s son are all driving down from Clovis on March 7th. They are staying for a week and leaving on the 14th. If Linsey hasn’t had the baby by then Chad’s mom will stay until she does and help out for a few days. Then everyone will be back sometime in June for the arrival of Cayden James.
Update #2
Chad is making great progress on the nursery. He is almost done re-dry walling all the walls. Once that is complete he will texture the walls and we will add crown molding and paint. The room is rectangle shaped. We are going to paint the two short walls a nice denim blue color and paint the two long walls a nice cream color. It’s going to look gorgeous. Once the walls are completed and painted we are going to install the hardwood floors. Then it is time to set up the crib and decorate. I am hoping that the room is complete (except for the decorating) by the time I have my baby shower (March 21st in Los Lunas, New Mexico). However, it might not happen because as I mentioned earlier Chad’s family will be in town for two weeks and he wants to spend as much time with them as possible. However, we have to remind ourselves that the baby will be here in about 15 weeks or as early as 11. So we really need get a move on!
Update #3
We had an ultrasound yesterday and Cayden is looking gorgeous and getting bigger and stronger every day. He now weighs 1 pound 5 ounces. The doctor said that he is progressing very normal; which means she expects him to weight 7 and a half pounds at birth. Chad is convinced that I am going to need a c-section. This is probably true. However, I’m not going to let the doctor schedule one. I am going to let labor start and *attempt* to push him out. And if I can’t; I can’t. But I don’t want them to go in and get him *before* he’s ready to come out. I think Cayden is going to grow up and be big and tall. His feet are already two inches! He’s outgrowing the booties my parents bought him and he’s still in the womb!
Chad and I are going to be an uncle and aunt very soon. Chad’s little sister Linsey is getting ready to have her little boy, Kale Everett. She is due on March 14th; which means any day now. I can’t believe how drastically different the family will be in just a few months…two new little boys. Chad’s mom, grandma, cousin and cousin’s son are all driving down from Clovis on March 7th. They are staying for a week and leaving on the 14th. If Linsey hasn’t had the baby by then Chad’s mom will stay until she does and help out for a few days. Then everyone will be back sometime in June for the arrival of Cayden James.
Update #2
Chad is making great progress on the nursery. He is almost done re-dry walling all the walls. Once that is complete he will texture the walls and we will add crown molding and paint. The room is rectangle shaped. We are going to paint the two short walls a nice denim blue color and paint the two long walls a nice cream color. It’s going to look gorgeous. Once the walls are completed and painted we are going to install the hardwood floors. Then it is time to set up the crib and decorate. I am hoping that the room is complete (except for the decorating) by the time I have my baby shower (March 21st in Los Lunas, New Mexico). However, it might not happen because as I mentioned earlier Chad’s family will be in town for two weeks and he wants to spend as much time with them as possible. However, we have to remind ourselves that the baby will be here in about 15 weeks or as early as 11. So we really need get a move on!
Update #3
We had an ultrasound yesterday and Cayden is looking gorgeous and getting bigger and stronger every day. He now weighs 1 pound 5 ounces. The doctor said that he is progressing very normal; which means she expects him to weight 7 and a half pounds at birth. Chad is convinced that I am going to need a c-section. This is probably true. However, I’m not going to let the doctor schedule one. I am going to let labor start and *attempt* to push him out. And if I can’t; I can’t. But I don’t want them to go in and get him *before* he’s ready to come out. I think Cayden is going to grow up and be big and tall. His feet are already two inches! He’s outgrowing the booties my parents bought him and he’s still in the womb!
Friday, February 20, 2009
Cayden *Loves* His Daddy
Baby boy Cayden is completely in love with his daddy and I find it absolutely adorable. Cayden simply cannot get enough of Chad rubbing him. It’s amazing, absolutely amazing. Cayden *reacts* to Chad; he *knows* that Chad is his daddy.
Even if Cayden is being very still and quiet (sleeping probably) and Chad puts his hands on my belly Cayden will immediate wake up and wiggle his way towards Chad’s hand. This happens instantly—Cayden will be curled up at Chad’s hands within seconds. It doesn’t matter where Chad puts his hands or what else is going on Cayden will find his way to where Chad is touching me.
Once Cayden gets to Chad’s hand he just dances and dances and dances. It’s like he’s reaching out to Chad wanting to hold his hand or be held. It’s amazing. Last night as well feel asleep we thought Cayden was going to bust out of my skin he was kicking so hard.
I know I’ve said the word amazing like a million times already, but it is. I can’t get over how aware babies are in the womb. I love that Chad and Cayden are able to bond before they even meet. It feels me with great joy to have Chad experiencing this great journey with me.
Even if Cayden is being very still and quiet (sleeping probably) and Chad puts his hands on my belly Cayden will immediate wake up and wiggle his way towards Chad’s hand. This happens instantly—Cayden will be curled up at Chad’s hands within seconds. It doesn’t matter where Chad puts his hands or what else is going on Cayden will find his way to where Chad is touching me.
Once Cayden gets to Chad’s hand he just dances and dances and dances. It’s like he’s reaching out to Chad wanting to hold his hand or be held. It’s amazing. Last night as well feel asleep we thought Cayden was going to bust out of my skin he was kicking so hard.
I know I’ve said the word amazing like a million times already, but it is. I can’t get over how aware babies are in the womb. I love that Chad and Cayden are able to bond before they even meet. It feels me with great joy to have Chad experiencing this great journey with me.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Homeowner Affordability and Stability Plan
Because our wonderful President is taking immediate action to help solve the economic crisis facing America it looks like Chad and I may be able to personally benefit.
President Obama announced yesterday at Dobson High School (in the very town I live in, Mesa, AZ) his plan for the Homeowner Affordability and Stability Plan. This plan will allow homeowners to re-finance their home mortgage for a lower interest rates, even if they *owe* more on their mortgage than what the house is worth.
This was the exact problem facing me and Chad. We wanted to re-finance, we need to re-fiance in order to help with the baby and possibly get one of us at home full-time. Problem was: we couldn't re-finance because we own more on the house than what it's worth. This plan will allow us to re-fiance and get lower, much lower, monthly payments.
The plan goes into full effect the beginning of March and I've already put in a request to our mortgage lender Wells Fargo to start the process of re-financing. On another positive note, Wells Fargo announced that they are in full favor of this plan and will do everything in their power to get as many homeowners re-financed as quickly as possible.
My co-worker has already started her re-fiance process and her payment is going to be reduced by $400 a month! That is amazing. An extra $400 a month would make a *huge* difference for me and Chad.
What a blessing. That's all I can say...what a blessing. I really, truly hope we are able to re-fiance for a lower rate.
Who knows...maybe I will end up a stay at home mom after all.
Get a full look at the plan here:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/02/18/AR2009021801159.html?sid=ST2009021801211
President Obama announced yesterday at Dobson High School (in the very town I live in, Mesa, AZ) his plan for the Homeowner Affordability and Stability Plan. This plan will allow homeowners to re-finance their home mortgage for a lower interest rates, even if they *owe* more on their mortgage than what the house is worth.
This was the exact problem facing me and Chad. We wanted to re-finance, we need to re-fiance in order to help with the baby and possibly get one of us at home full-time. Problem was: we couldn't re-finance because we own more on the house than what it's worth. This plan will allow us to re-fiance and get lower, much lower, monthly payments.
The plan goes into full effect the beginning of March and I've already put in a request to our mortgage lender Wells Fargo to start the process of re-financing. On another positive note, Wells Fargo announced that they are in full favor of this plan and will do everything in their power to get as many homeowners re-financed as quickly as possible.
My co-worker has already started her re-fiance process and her payment is going to be reduced by $400 a month! That is amazing. An extra $400 a month would make a *huge* difference for me and Chad.
What a blessing. That's all I can say...what a blessing. I really, truly hope we are able to re-fiance for a lower rate.
Who knows...maybe I will end up a stay at home mom after all.
Get a full look at the plan here:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/02/18/AR2009021801159.html?sid=ST2009021801211
R.I.P Adam Carolla
This morning I learned that my favorite morning radio show is being cancelled. Yup, the Adam Carolla show will air its last episode tomorrow. I am in mourning right now. I love Adam Carolla. I have an intellectual crush on him--cause let's face it, he's not much to look at. I could listen to his rants forever.
I talk about his show every night to Chad. "Today Adam Carolla said_________ and it was *so* funny."
I just agreed with so much of what he had to say about politics, society and celebrities. I felt like he was in my mind. I'll totally miss his show. Now I will be forced to listen to the Jonas Brothers and Miley Cyrus...yuck!
R.I.P Adam Carolla show. You will be missed. But you'll live on in pod-cast heaven.
http://abclocal.go.com/wpvi/story?section=news/entertainment&id=6667219
I talk about his show every night to Chad. "Today Adam Carolla said_________ and it was *so* funny."
I just agreed with so much of what he had to say about politics, society and celebrities. I felt like he was in my mind. I'll totally miss his show. Now I will be forced to listen to the Jonas Brothers and Miley Cyrus...yuck!
R.I.P Adam Carolla show. You will be missed. But you'll live on in pod-cast heaven.
http://abclocal.go.com/wpvi/story?section=news/entertainment&id=6667219
My Civic Duty
It was bound to happen. I got summons for jury duty in the mail yesterday. Surprisingly, I am not particularly bummed out by this summons. I've always sort of wanted to get jury duty. I think it will fascinating to see the legal system live in action. I'm not planning on *trying* to get out of being selected for a trial; I just don't want to get selected for an O.J. Simpson-esque trial where I have to stay locked up in some hotel for weeks on end.
The only bummer to my jury duty is that it is in downtown Phoenix--boo. Chad had jury duty about 8 months ago and he got to go to the little courthouse in Mesa. Not me. I have to drive all the way to downtown Phoenix; which will take well over an hour in traffic even though it's only 20 miles from my house.
I hate downtown Phoenix. Downtown Phoenix is the only part of the valley that resembles the huge city that is the Phoenix Metro area actually is. The rest of the valley is just like Albuquerque, it just stretches on for 90 miles. Downtown Phoenix is different; full of tall skyscrapers, parking garages, one-way streets (yuck) and bustling intersections. I always get lost when I am downtown and I hate paying to park my car in some garage that seems like rape is waiting for me at every corner.
Originally I was assigned jury duty on March 24th. I had to postpone this date because on March 24th I will still be in Albuquerque because of my baby shower! So now I am going to be serving my jury duty on April 1st. April 1st is 6 weeks away. I can't imagine how pregnant-ly big I will be by then. Maybe I'll have Cayden in the courtroom...LOL. We don't want to meet him *that* early.
So yes, as dorky as it may seem I am pretty excited to be part of the American Justice system.
The only bummer to my jury duty is that it is in downtown Phoenix--boo. Chad had jury duty about 8 months ago and he got to go to the little courthouse in Mesa. Not me. I have to drive all the way to downtown Phoenix; which will take well over an hour in traffic even though it's only 20 miles from my house.
I hate downtown Phoenix. Downtown Phoenix is the only part of the valley that resembles the huge city that is the Phoenix Metro area actually is. The rest of the valley is just like Albuquerque, it just stretches on for 90 miles. Downtown Phoenix is different; full of tall skyscrapers, parking garages, one-way streets (yuck) and bustling intersections. I always get lost when I am downtown and I hate paying to park my car in some garage that seems like rape is waiting for me at every corner.
Originally I was assigned jury duty on March 24th. I had to postpone this date because on March 24th I will still be in Albuquerque because of my baby shower! So now I am going to be serving my jury duty on April 1st. April 1st is 6 weeks away. I can't imagine how pregnant-ly big I will be by then. Maybe I'll have Cayden in the courtroom...LOL. We don't want to meet him *that* early.
So yes, as dorky as it may seem I am pretty excited to be part of the American Justice system.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Sore
Holy hell I am sore today. I did a new pre-natal workout video on Monday and it kicked my butt. I can't believe it either. My ego is shot. I'm a bit cocky when it comes to my workout abilities. "I'm awesome. I do Tae Bo." But this pre-natal video was a *real* work-out; which is very different from all the other pre-natal work-out videos I've been doing.
I think I started the video with a mis-conception and that's what lead to my downfall. The video was pre-natal fitness with a partner. I got it because I thought it would be nice for Chad to help me with some of my fitness practices.
I don't know about you, but when I think of pre-natal fitness with a partner I think of stretching, breathing, hugging and belly rubs. Well, this video had none of that. Instead it was: squats, lunges, push-ups, leg-lifts and a variety of other exercises.
All of the exercises were done with a partner (Chad) who gave resistance to make them harder. Well, it doesn't take much for Chad to add a lot of resistance to anything I do. He is so much bigger than me--just the weight of his hands on my back made the push-up *so* much harder.
So, need-less-to-say I am hobbling around work looking like I am 20 months pregnant instead of 5. Yesterday I just walked on the treadmill at the gym and I am planning on doing the same today.
I think I started the video with a mis-conception and that's what lead to my downfall. The video was pre-natal fitness with a partner. I got it because I thought it would be nice for Chad to help me with some of my fitness practices.
I don't know about you, but when I think of pre-natal fitness with a partner I think of stretching, breathing, hugging and belly rubs. Well, this video had none of that. Instead it was: squats, lunges, push-ups, leg-lifts and a variety of other exercises.
All of the exercises were done with a partner (Chad) who gave resistance to make them harder. Well, it doesn't take much for Chad to add a lot of resistance to anything I do. He is so much bigger than me--just the weight of his hands on my back made the push-up *so* much harder.
So, need-less-to-say I am hobbling around work looking like I am 20 months pregnant instead of 5. Yesterday I just walked on the treadmill at the gym and I am planning on doing the same today.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Buster Playing in the snow!
check out some video of buster playing in the snow from valentines weekend.
Snowy V-Day/B-Day Weekend
We had our babymoon this weekend and it was awesome! We had such a great time. Although the trip was relatively uneventful it was one of the best trips Chad and I have ever taken. The trip was so completely different from anything we have ever done. Our baby dog Buster got to come with us; we stayed in a cabin (something neither one of us have ever done) and we got to play in the snow all day and hang out by the fire all night.
We drove up Friday afternoon after work. I got off of work at noon and had everything packed and ready to go when Chad got home at 4:00 and we were out the door before 4:30. It only took us an hour and a half to get to the town of Payson. Our cabin was about 20 miles away; tucked in the pine trees and secluded from the outside world.
The town of Payson was cold (to our Phoenix standards) about 45 degrees and had a light dusting of snow on the ground. As we got closer and closer to our cabin (on Christopher Creek) the weather drastically changed. Once we got to our final destination it was about 32 degrees and there was a good foot to a foot and a half of snow on the ground.
The cabin only had a small heater and a fireplace to provide warmth so when we checked in it was freezing. Chad immediately lit a fire to get things warmed up. We took Buster for a walk. He was curious and very interested in his new surroundings but seemed to love it. He didn’t want to come inside.
We spent the night making s’mores in the fire and trying to stay warm and just generally enjoying our new environment. The next morning we drove to the little grocery store nearby and got stuff to make sandwiches and man ‘n cheese…very fancy I know. We took a walk in the snow and spent the rest of the afternoon warming by the fire.
That evening we drove into Payson to eat dinner at an Italian restaurant and spend a little time at the casino. Of course, we didn’t win any money at the casino, but we still had a good time.
We left back to Phoenix about 11:00am on Sunday. That was check-out time, but I wasn’t ready to leave. I could have stayed in that cabin for weeks. It was so relaxing and beautiful. The snow was really magical; it’s probably because we hardly ever get to see it. It was the greatest birthday ever.
We are already planning on heading back either this summer to escape the heat or again next winter to throw Cayden in the snow!
We drove up Friday afternoon after work. I got off of work at noon and had everything packed and ready to go when Chad got home at 4:00 and we were out the door before 4:30. It only took us an hour and a half to get to the town of Payson. Our cabin was about 20 miles away; tucked in the pine trees and secluded from the outside world.
The town of Payson was cold (to our Phoenix standards) about 45 degrees and had a light dusting of snow on the ground. As we got closer and closer to our cabin (on Christopher Creek) the weather drastically changed. Once we got to our final destination it was about 32 degrees and there was a good foot to a foot and a half of snow on the ground.
The cabin only had a small heater and a fireplace to provide warmth so when we checked in it was freezing. Chad immediately lit a fire to get things warmed up. We took Buster for a walk. He was curious and very interested in his new surroundings but seemed to love it. He didn’t want to come inside.
We spent the night making s’mores in the fire and trying to stay warm and just generally enjoying our new environment. The next morning we drove to the little grocery store nearby and got stuff to make sandwiches and man ‘n cheese…very fancy I know. We took a walk in the snow and spent the rest of the afternoon warming by the fire.
That evening we drove into Payson to eat dinner at an Italian restaurant and spend a little time at the casino. Of course, we didn’t win any money at the casino, but we still had a good time.
We left back to Phoenix about 11:00am on Sunday. That was check-out time, but I wasn’t ready to leave. I could have stayed in that cabin for weeks. It was so relaxing and beautiful. The snow was really magical; it’s probably because we hardly ever get to see it. It was the greatest birthday ever.
We are already planning on heading back either this summer to escape the heat or again next winter to throw Cayden in the snow!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Kim—Update
I saw my boss Kim and her baby Zoey yesterday! I took dinner to her and her husband’s house and was able to visit for about an hour. It was incredible.
Quick Recap: Baby Zoey was born with Trisomy 18 or Edwards Syndrome. Here are some quick statistics about Trisomy 18: The survival rate of Edwards Syndrome is very low. About 95% die in utero. Of live born infants, only 50% live to 2 months, and only 5–10% will survive their first year of life.
Given these statistics and given that Zoey is 4 weeks today is a true testament of this little girl’s pure strength and the power of prayer.
Zoey is a tiny bundle of joy—still under 4 pounds, but getting stronger every day. She takes her feeding through a feeding tube in her nose. It takes about 25 minutes to pump about 3 ounces of breast milk into her belly. And she needs to be feed every 2 and a half hours; round the clock. This keeps Kim and Dan very busy, but they are completely loving every second of it. Kim was in jammers and didn’t have her hair done and wasn’t wearing any make-up, but she has never looked more beautiful.
I had the great privilege of being able to hold Zoey while she took her feeding. She is tiny, but sturdy and very aware of her surroundings. She looked me in the eye and would turn her head towards Kim or Dan whenever they talked. I also had the great privilege of hearing her cry and seeing her take a pacifier for a few minutes. Crying, along with sucking, is a natural instinct lacking in babies with Edwards Syndrome. So, you can imagine those tiny cries were pure music to Kim and Dan’s ears.
Looking at the statistics and seeing Zoey yesterday completely baffle me. I don’t understand how a baby who is getting bigger and stronger everyday would be dying. Kim and Dan have a Hospice nurse come to their house everyday to check on Zoey. I didn’t get into the specifics and discuss timeframes with them. They said they are taking everything “day by day.”
Seeing Zoey, Kim and Dan yesterday made everything in my life seem small and not-worth-worrying about.
Quick Recap: Baby Zoey was born with Trisomy 18 or Edwards Syndrome. Here are some quick statistics about Trisomy 18: The survival rate of Edwards Syndrome is very low. About 95% die in utero. Of live born infants, only 50% live to 2 months, and only 5–10% will survive their first year of life.
Given these statistics and given that Zoey is 4 weeks today is a true testament of this little girl’s pure strength and the power of prayer.
Zoey is a tiny bundle of joy—still under 4 pounds, but getting stronger every day. She takes her feeding through a feeding tube in her nose. It takes about 25 minutes to pump about 3 ounces of breast milk into her belly. And she needs to be feed every 2 and a half hours; round the clock. This keeps Kim and Dan very busy, but they are completely loving every second of it. Kim was in jammers and didn’t have her hair done and wasn’t wearing any make-up, but she has never looked more beautiful.
I had the great privilege of being able to hold Zoey while she took her feeding. She is tiny, but sturdy and very aware of her surroundings. She looked me in the eye and would turn her head towards Kim or Dan whenever they talked. I also had the great privilege of hearing her cry and seeing her take a pacifier for a few minutes. Crying, along with sucking, is a natural instinct lacking in babies with Edwards Syndrome. So, you can imagine those tiny cries were pure music to Kim and Dan’s ears.
Looking at the statistics and seeing Zoey yesterday completely baffle me. I don’t understand how a baby who is getting bigger and stronger everyday would be dying. Kim and Dan have a Hospice nurse come to their house everyday to check on Zoey. I didn’t get into the specifics and discuss timeframes with them. They said they are taking everything “day by day.”
Seeing Zoey, Kim and Dan yesterday made everything in my life seem small and not-worth-worrying about.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Stay At Home Mom?—Update
Well, Chad is not getting as big of a raise as I was hoping for and he certainly isn’t getting it anytime soon. I also found out that I can’t teach because there isn’t an opening in the area I am qualified for. I can still work at UOP part time in the testing center. It would only be about 10 hours a week. It would not be a lot of money at all, but I keep thinking every little bit helps.
I just keep looking at the numbers. I look and then I re-look and then I look some more. And I just can’t seem to make them work. Chad would need a significant pay increase— even with me doing the testing job part time. And it just doesn’t look like that is going to happen; even though he is long, long overdue for a raise and is an excellent employee. I keep telling him to fight harder, but, no matter what it doesn’t seem like it will happen.
I feel crushed—devastated by this latest realization. I know that babies go to daycare all the time and they are fine. I know Cayden will be taken care of. But I also *know* that nobody can take as good of care of him as *I* can.
I never thought I wanted something like this, but once the possibility crept into my mind I feel in love with the idea of being able to take care of Cayden. I have a lump in my throat as I write this and I am sure that once I get home I will sob.
Again, it all goes back to the house…the dreaded house, my one big, giant regret. If we didn’t have the house I would be able to stay home; no doubt, no question. The mortgage is almost twice as much as the rent in our old townhouse and we took out a loan to re-do the back yard and now we have to pay for water. So in total, if we didn’t have the house we would be saving $14,700 a year. That’s outrageous…for a house that isn’t worth anything and didn’t help us at all on our taxes. It makes me sick. I really need to get over the whole house thing because there isn’t a damn thing I can do to change it and hating the place you live in cannot be healthy.
I *hate* that we don’t have this figured out. I feel so irresponsible for getting pregnant without knowing who will take care of my child. Does anyone have it figured out? I don’t know. But not having it figured out is giving me anxiety and stress and frustration and anger and all things that are not good for the person living inside me.
It boils down to this...I want to be at home with my child. I want to raise him. And knowing that there isn't a real possibility of me being able to do this is killing me.
I am positive this is not the last time I will be talking about this. I am sure it will change and re-change a million more times before Cayden is born and my FMLA is over. I just know that if you wait too long to make a decision the decision makes itself for you.
I just keep looking at the numbers. I look and then I re-look and then I look some more. And I just can’t seem to make them work. Chad would need a significant pay increase— even with me doing the testing job part time. And it just doesn’t look like that is going to happen; even though he is long, long overdue for a raise and is an excellent employee. I keep telling him to fight harder, but, no matter what it doesn’t seem like it will happen.
I feel crushed—devastated by this latest realization. I know that babies go to daycare all the time and they are fine. I know Cayden will be taken care of. But I also *know* that nobody can take as good of care of him as *I* can.
I never thought I wanted something like this, but once the possibility crept into my mind I feel in love with the idea of being able to take care of Cayden. I have a lump in my throat as I write this and I am sure that once I get home I will sob.
Again, it all goes back to the house…the dreaded house, my one big, giant regret. If we didn’t have the house I would be able to stay home; no doubt, no question. The mortgage is almost twice as much as the rent in our old townhouse and we took out a loan to re-do the back yard and now we have to pay for water. So in total, if we didn’t have the house we would be saving $14,700 a year. That’s outrageous…for a house that isn’t worth anything and didn’t help us at all on our taxes. It makes me sick. I really need to get over the whole house thing because there isn’t a damn thing I can do to change it and hating the place you live in cannot be healthy.
I *hate* that we don’t have this figured out. I feel so irresponsible for getting pregnant without knowing who will take care of my child. Does anyone have it figured out? I don’t know. But not having it figured out is giving me anxiety and stress and frustration and anger and all things that are not good for the person living inside me.
It boils down to this...I want to be at home with my child. I want to raise him. And knowing that there isn't a real possibility of me being able to do this is killing me.
I am positive this is not the last time I will be talking about this. I am sure it will change and re-change a million more times before Cayden is born and my FMLA is over. I just know that if you wait too long to make a decision the decision makes itself for you.
Eating!
It’s official…I *cannot* stop eating. Everything is just so delicious and wonderful to me right now. I am especially craving food with high sodium content; which is so bizarre because I’ve never liked really salty foods. But I find myself eating ramen noodles and Chef Boyardee constantly. I’m reverting back to my youth and eating like I’m 8 years old.
However, I don’t discriminate against sweet foods. I usually eat dessert every night…brownies, cake, Snickers, ice cream, whatever is on hand. I can’t help myself it’s just all so delicious. In fact, I am eating as I write this. I just got done eating a strawberry yogurt and now I am eating a chunk of cheese. Boy, I’ve really kicked up the dairy consumption too.
So basically I am eating more salty food, more sweet food and more diary food. I guess you can say I am just eating more in general because I haven’t neglected the fruits and vegetables either.
I didn’t think pregnant people could eat large portions because the baby is pressing on the stomach making it smaller. Well, my stomach doesn’t appear to be smaller at all—just higher. It’s so funny to have stomach growls that are practically in my chest. I can eat huge portions, huge. I never leave a morsel on my plate.
Baby Cayden seems to love the food just as much as I do. After every meal he starts dancing happily in my belly. Or maybe he is being smashed by the enormous weight of my stomach and is trying to find some wiggle room.
I like to say that I have a Homer Simpson belly—there is no denying it…I’m getting big. One of my co-workers saw me yesterday and said with wide eyes, “Whoa…baby belly…” I’m going to blame my petite frame. I can’t imagine what I will look like when this kid puts on another 5 pounds.
However, I don’t discriminate against sweet foods. I usually eat dessert every night…brownies, cake, Snickers, ice cream, whatever is on hand. I can’t help myself it’s just all so delicious. In fact, I am eating as I write this. I just got done eating a strawberry yogurt and now I am eating a chunk of cheese. Boy, I’ve really kicked up the dairy consumption too.
So basically I am eating more salty food, more sweet food and more diary food. I guess you can say I am just eating more in general because I haven’t neglected the fruits and vegetables either.
I didn’t think pregnant people could eat large portions because the baby is pressing on the stomach making it smaller. Well, my stomach doesn’t appear to be smaller at all—just higher. It’s so funny to have stomach growls that are practically in my chest. I can eat huge portions, huge. I never leave a morsel on my plate.
Baby Cayden seems to love the food just as much as I do. After every meal he starts dancing happily in my belly. Or maybe he is being smashed by the enormous weight of my stomach and is trying to find some wiggle room.
I like to say that I have a Homer Simpson belly—there is no denying it…I’m getting big. One of my co-workers saw me yesterday and said with wide eyes, “Whoa…baby belly…” I’m going to blame my petite frame. I can’t imagine what I will look like when this kid puts on another 5 pounds.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Payson Here We Come!
We are getting ready to go on our Baby Moon this weekend and I am so excited. I’ve been pumped to head up to Payson, AZ since we booked the trip, but I am especially excited now that it’s been snowing there for the past few days. It is going to be such a change of scenery for us. I remain amazed by the difference 90 miles can make.
I have my fingers double crossed that the snow lasts until this weekend and it’s not just a muddy mess when we get there. We were planning on going to the lake to have a picnic and maybe doing a little fishing. That plan may have to be altered. Chad says we may end up stuck indoors. I wouldn’t mind that at all. The cabin appears to be adorable and it has a log fire place and a kitchenette. I am definitely taking stuff to make smores!
I bet Buster is going to love this trip. He is such a city dog. I can’t wait to get him into the great outdoors. It’s so nice being able to take him with us. We usually always have to leave him with Chad’s uncle. It’s a shame most hotels are not pet friendly.
Saturday evening we have reservations at a nice (the only) Italian restaurant in Payson. Yum, yum. Afterwards we may go to the casino or see a movie. The dinner reservations are the only definite plans we have and I love that the weekend doesn’t have to follow an agenda. It will be so nice to relax and get to enjoy some quality time with my hubby on my birthday and Valentine’s Day.
While my parents were here this weekend I got a birthday-preview. They took me to dinner at P.F. Chang’s—delicious. They also got me a gift certificate for 3 massages. Chad bought me a new maternity outfit and pitched in on the massages. Chad didn’t even have to get me any presents…he’s already given me the best present I could ever ask for…he’s in my belly.
I can’t believe I am going to be 26 on Saturday. It’s been 8 years since graduating high school and 4 years since graduating college. Time flies. I’m closer to 30 than I am to 20. Yikes.
I have my fingers double crossed that the snow lasts until this weekend and it’s not just a muddy mess when we get there. We were planning on going to the lake to have a picnic and maybe doing a little fishing. That plan may have to be altered. Chad says we may end up stuck indoors. I wouldn’t mind that at all. The cabin appears to be adorable and it has a log fire place and a kitchenette. I am definitely taking stuff to make smores!
I bet Buster is going to love this trip. He is such a city dog. I can’t wait to get him into the great outdoors. It’s so nice being able to take him with us. We usually always have to leave him with Chad’s uncle. It’s a shame most hotels are not pet friendly.
Saturday evening we have reservations at a nice (the only) Italian restaurant in Payson. Yum, yum. Afterwards we may go to the casino or see a movie. The dinner reservations are the only definite plans we have and I love that the weekend doesn’t have to follow an agenda. It will be so nice to relax and get to enjoy some quality time with my hubby on my birthday and Valentine’s Day.
While my parents were here this weekend I got a birthday-preview. They took me to dinner at P.F. Chang’s—delicious. They also got me a gift certificate for 3 massages. Chad bought me a new maternity outfit and pitched in on the massages. Chad didn’t even have to get me any presents…he’s already given me the best present I could ever ask for…he’s in my belly.
I can’t believe I am going to be 26 on Saturday. It’s been 8 years since graduating high school and 4 years since graduating college. Time flies. I’m closer to 30 than I am to 20. Yikes.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Cayden’s Latest Photo Shoot
I had another ultrasound on Friday and got to get another peek at precious Baby Cayden. My parents were in town this weekend and they went to the ultrasound with me. As you can imagine, this was very exciting for them. They’ve only seen ultrasound pictures and seen the ultrasound DVD. There is something extra special about being able to watch the baby live and in action. My mom was a weepy mess—it was beyond adorable.
I am happy to say that he wasn’t being as stubborn during this ultrasound as he has in the past. We were able to get some really good pictures of him this time. He is also proving to be quiet the gymnast. He was literally bent in half with his toes touching his forehead. What a nut! He is already so entertaining –I can’t wait until he is out and about in the world.
I can’t believe there is only 18 weeks left in my pregnancy. It is going by so fast. Every day I look and feel more and more pregnant. Cayden is making himself more known to us everyday too. His kicks are getting stronger and more frequent by the day.
I can now start really sharing this pregnancy with the people around me. Cayden’s kicks are strong enough to be felt by other people. Chad starting feeling kicks last Saturday. They are subtle and you really have to concentrate to feel them, but they can definitely be felt. Both my mom and my dad were able to feel his kicks too. It’s so exciting. I can’t wait to start seeing body parts move across my belly—it’s gonna be freaky and awesome. I can’t believe there is a person inside my person. Life…it really is miraculous.
I am happy to say that he wasn’t being as stubborn during this ultrasound as he has in the past. We were able to get some really good pictures of him this time. He is also proving to be quiet the gymnast. He was literally bent in half with his toes touching his forehead. What a nut! He is already so entertaining –I can’t wait until he is out and about in the world.
I can’t believe there is only 18 weeks left in my pregnancy. It is going by so fast. Every day I look and feel more and more pregnant. Cayden is making himself more known to us everyday too. His kicks are getting stronger and more frequent by the day.
I can now start really sharing this pregnancy with the people around me. Cayden’s kicks are strong enough to be felt by other people. Chad starting feeling kicks last Saturday. They are subtle and you really have to concentrate to feel them, but they can definitely be felt. Both my mom and my dad were able to feel his kicks too. It’s so exciting. I can’t wait to start seeing body parts move across my belly—it’s gonna be freaky and awesome. I can’t believe there is a person inside my person. Life…it really is miraculous.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Missing: Class, if found, please return to owner
Some people have no class. Okay, so I am an overly-sensitive mother lioness right now, but still, some people have no class.
Today, we had a department luncheon because one of our managers has been promoted to National Director of Alumni relations--go Nikki! We were all gathered around talking, eating lunch and generally having a good time.
As usually happens most days one of my co-workers brought up me being pregnant and asked, "How's the baby doing? Is he moving around a lot?"
Then Steve, an older gentlemen, said, "You're having a boy? Any thoughts on a name?"
"Oh yes," I say. "We are naming him Cayden."
"Why, are you mad at him?"
This pissed me off. "No, why?"
"Oh, because boys don't like being called weird names."
"Cayden is not weird name."
The conversation when back and forth for a while. He said that Cayden is a weird name, he's never heard of it, boys don't like unusual names, using a C instead of a K is even more weird and that he is only commenting on my name choice because he considers himself a child advocate. A child advocate...what does that even mean? It's not like I'm abusing my child!
Man, I was fuming. I finally said, "Well, I'm sorry you don't like my name choice, but luckily for you--you don't have to live with the name."
I was about 30 second away from telling him what name I think he should have...a$$hole.
Like I said, some people have no class.
Today, we had a department luncheon because one of our managers has been promoted to National Director of Alumni relations--go Nikki! We were all gathered around talking, eating lunch and generally having a good time.
As usually happens most days one of my co-workers brought up me being pregnant and asked, "How's the baby doing? Is he moving around a lot?"
Then Steve, an older gentlemen, said, "You're having a boy? Any thoughts on a name?"
"Oh yes," I say. "We are naming him Cayden."
"Why, are you mad at him?"
This pissed me off. "No, why?"
"Oh, because boys don't like being called weird names."
"Cayden is not weird name."
The conversation when back and forth for a while. He said that Cayden is a weird name, he's never heard of it, boys don't like unusual names, using a C instead of a K is even more weird and that he is only commenting on my name choice because he considers himself a child advocate. A child advocate...what does that even mean? It's not like I'm abusing my child!
Man, I was fuming. I finally said, "Well, I'm sorry you don't like my name choice, but luckily for you--you don't have to live with the name."
I was about 30 second away from telling him what name I think he should have...a$$hole.
Like I said, some people have no class.
14 Under 7
I’m sure by now you’ve heard about the lady in California who gave birth to octuplets. While I am thankful the babies all survived the birth and are doing well I don’t feel like this birth should be a celebration. Instead, it should be a scary lesson of how *not* to handle fertility treatments.
The woman who birthed these 8 babies already had 6 at home—all under the age of 7 and according to the grandmother were all conceived via intro fertilization. So this means that she now has 14 babies under the age of 7. She also lives with her parents, has no domestic partner and is jobless. While I 100% support a woman’s right to reproduce I feel like this is child abuse. There is no possible way to give all 14 babies the love, attention and care they need.
No one would try to raise 14 puppies at once so why do it with human beings?
This also raises a lot of ethical questions. How many children is too many? Should a woman who already has children undergo fertility treatments? I don’t know what the magic number is when it comes to having too many children. But I definitely feel that 14 under the age of 7 is too many.
I also want to want to state that I am a firm supporter of fertility treatments. I feel when done properly they serve a very special purpose by allowing a couple to conceive. I was extremely fortunate that Chad and I were able to get pregnant after only 6 weeks of trying. Not every couple is that lucky. If, for some reason, Chad and I weren’t able to conceive on our own I would have undergone fertility treatments. However, I *never* would have allowed 8 fertilized eggs to be implanted into my body.
The woman who birthed these 8 babies already had 6 at home—all under the age of 7 and according to the grandmother were all conceived via intro fertilization. So this means that she now has 14 babies under the age of 7. She also lives with her parents, has no domestic partner and is jobless. While I 100% support a woman’s right to reproduce I feel like this is child abuse. There is no possible way to give all 14 babies the love, attention and care they need.
No one would try to raise 14 puppies at once so why do it with human beings?
This also raises a lot of ethical questions. How many children is too many? Should a woman who already has children undergo fertility treatments? I don’t know what the magic number is when it comes to having too many children. But I definitely feel that 14 under the age of 7 is too many.
I also want to want to state that I am a firm supporter of fertility treatments. I feel when done properly they serve a very special purpose by allowing a couple to conceive. I was extremely fortunate that Chad and I were able to get pregnant after only 6 weeks of trying. Not every couple is that lucky. If, for some reason, Chad and I weren’t able to conceive on our own I would have undergone fertility treatments. However, I *never* would have allowed 8 fertilized eggs to be implanted into my body.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Stay At Home Mom?
The more I think about it the more I want to quit my job and stay home with Baby Cayden. It is something that I really want and something that I think Baby Cayden really needs. The biggest obstacle standing between our family and this goal right now is…money, of course. I have been racking my brain trying to figure out a way to make the numbers work. Heck, I’ve been losing sleep over this.
It finally dawned on me. Where do I work? The University of Phoenix. What is the main purpose of this company? Teaching working adults. Why the heck don’t I just starting teaching for University of Phoenix instead of being a full-time employee? I can teach class one night a week for 5 weeks and then start a new class.
I wouldn’t make as much teaching as I do in my current position, but the extra money would help tremendously. Plus, once I get adapted to teaching I could take on more courses. Ideally I would like to teach two classes at a time; one campus course and one online course.
There is, however, one little glitch in this great plan of mine. In order to teach at University of Phoenix you need to have your master’s degree for at least two years. I’ve had my masters degree for just one year. However, I do personally know the Director of Academic Affairs and I am going to ask him to waive this requirement for me. I think he might. I truly hope he does.
So here is the lowdown. If I can start teaching and Chad gets a raise (he is supposed to be getting one—fingers crossed) then I can quit my job. Or, if I teach two classes I can quit my job; Chad will not even need to get a raise, but if he does it will make it that much better.
Originally we had planned on having Chad quit his job and stay home with the baby. We thought of this because I have way better benefits than him; including insurance, 401k, vacation, career path, etc. However, after giving it more thought. It seems to make so much more sense to have me quit my job and teach. I just hope it works out. I am excited about this—maybe too excited.
I will keep you posted. Fingers crossed!
It finally dawned on me. Where do I work? The University of Phoenix. What is the main purpose of this company? Teaching working adults. Why the heck don’t I just starting teaching for University of Phoenix instead of being a full-time employee? I can teach class one night a week for 5 weeks and then start a new class.
I wouldn’t make as much teaching as I do in my current position, but the extra money would help tremendously. Plus, once I get adapted to teaching I could take on more courses. Ideally I would like to teach two classes at a time; one campus course and one online course.
There is, however, one little glitch in this great plan of mine. In order to teach at University of Phoenix you need to have your master’s degree for at least two years. I’ve had my masters degree for just one year. However, I do personally know the Director of Academic Affairs and I am going to ask him to waive this requirement for me. I think he might. I truly hope he does.
So here is the lowdown. If I can start teaching and Chad gets a raise (he is supposed to be getting one—fingers crossed) then I can quit my job. Or, if I teach two classes I can quit my job; Chad will not even need to get a raise, but if he does it will make it that much better.
Originally we had planned on having Chad quit his job and stay home with the baby. We thought of this because I have way better benefits than him; including insurance, 401k, vacation, career path, etc. However, after giving it more thought. It seems to make so much more sense to have me quit my job and teach. I just hope it works out. I am excited about this—maybe too excited.
I will keep you posted. Fingers crossed!
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