Some say that this is the 3rd trimester, some say next week. Either way, I'm rounding the corner to meeting our new little one. Kelly Anne will be here soon enough, in the meantime, We're getting ready to sell our house. Hopefully that won't be too stressful. I'm anticipating that will be HUGELY stressful.
Its difficult because I feel like we can't really set up for Kelly Anne because we want to move, and want to streamline the house-stuff as much as possible, so it looks less crowded. But its so hard. I have very mixed emotions regarding getting ready for baby. It just seems like there is so much to do between now and then and I don't know where to start and moreover WHEN to start.
Amelia is sleeping in her bed now, and that was such an easy transition. She slept in the bed and never looked back to the crib. She is getting so big, and growing up so much. She talks so much and understands everything, even if she doesn't follow-thru.
One major setback was the spraining fo my ankle this passed week. It was feeling pretty good yesterday, but today -- not so much. I'm going to stay off of it as much as I can today, so maybe tomorrow it will feel better.
We'll see.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Friday, December 11, 2009
Christmas is 14 days away
And I'm in pretty good shape. I need just a few more thing (and I know what they are so it will be easy shopping), and then I'm done. I'm all wrapped -- like I said good to go.
Hopefully tomorrow we'll decorate the house and then it will be even more festive. I love this time of year. We just received wonderful news that we are having another girl. Kelly Anne will making her debut sometime in April (if all goes to plan). She's is healthy and quite happy. I think she's already started to suck her thumb.
Amelia is good well, except for the last week. She's been pretty sick. I feel bad that she feels bad, but it will pass soon enough. Hopefully this will be it for illness for the season.
The only major downfall is I just lost my brand new phone. Has anyone seen it?????? I didn't think so. So sad about that.
I'm excited about Christmas coming this year. I think Amelia will be into it more this year, though not fulling understanding. But I think she'll love opening the gifts.
I am not sure if I'll update before Christmas so if I don't -- Merry Christmas.
Hopefully tomorrow we'll decorate the house and then it will be even more festive. I love this time of year. We just received wonderful news that we are having another girl. Kelly Anne will making her debut sometime in April (if all goes to plan). She's is healthy and quite happy. I think she's already started to suck her thumb.
Amelia is good well, except for the last week. She's been pretty sick. I feel bad that she feels bad, but it will pass soon enough. Hopefully this will be it for illness for the season.
The only major downfall is I just lost my brand new phone. Has anyone seen it?????? I didn't think so. So sad about that.
I'm excited about Christmas coming this year. I think Amelia will be into it more this year, though not fulling understanding. But I think she'll love opening the gifts.
I am not sure if I'll update before Christmas so if I don't -- Merry Christmas.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
1/2 Baked
Baby is half baked. I've been pregnant 140 days. And I have 140 days to go. Things have gone well.
We only have had 1 set back so far. (If you can even call it a set back). I found out that I"m a carrier for Fragile X. Its a syndrome that can cause mental retardation. Not that my kids will have it, but they could have children who have it, because with each generation the gene gets more and more prevelent.
In a week and a half I will have an ultrasound that will hopefully tell us whether its a baby brother or sister for Amelia.
She SAYS "baby in belly", but we don't think she "GETS" it. Boy is she in for a shock. Her world is going to be tossed upside down come April. But in the long run it is wonderful that we can give her a sibling. Someone that she can share her life with; the most intimate and amazing stories of her life with.
We just hope to continue to get good reports on the baby's growth. December 8th can not come quickly enough.
We only have had 1 set back so far. (If you can even call it a set back). I found out that I"m a carrier for Fragile X. Its a syndrome that can cause mental retardation. Not that my kids will have it, but they could have children who have it, because with each generation the gene gets more and more prevelent.
In a week and a half I will have an ultrasound that will hopefully tell us whether its a baby brother or sister for Amelia.
She SAYS "baby in belly", but we don't think she "GETS" it. Boy is she in for a shock. Her world is going to be tossed upside down come April. But in the long run it is wonderful that we can give her a sibling. Someone that she can share her life with; the most intimate and amazing stories of her life with.
We just hope to continue to get good reports on the baby's growth. December 8th can not come quickly enough.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
5 Years Ago
5 years ago the world lost a great man. My dad passed away 5 years ago today. Sometimes it seems like forever ago, and sometimes it seems like yesterday. I can remember almost every detail in its entirety.
My dad was like a Renaissance Man. He could do it all. Intellectually superior to any other person I've ever known, He had so many gifts, that he shared. It was like, it was his passion to share everything he was, with every he knew. And I'm sure I speak for everyone who knew him, we are grateful that he shared.
He was a successful chemist/engineer. Allied was lucky to have him. He was also a mechanic at his own motorcycle shop. But he went beyond all that. He was the best soccer coach (okay, assistant soccer coach -- he hated the limelight), story-teller, at-home Jeopardy champion, shed builder (even if Doug disagrees), pool builder (multiple times), house fixer (too many people to mention in that one), brother, Pop-Pop, husband and dad. I remember when Nicholas was about 9 months old (not ANYWHERE near speaking) and he sat there saying "What's my name? Pop-Pop. What's your name? Nicky. What's my name? Pop-Pop" On and on. He was so proud of all the kids. He beamed with such pride. I only wonder what he would have said about Amelia. I know she would be the favorite (haha, just kidding -- kinda ;0)
My parents had a love that I hope to have after 35 years of marriage. It wasn't perfect by fairy tail standards, but it was perfect by their standards (and mine). Sometimes I think Rob and I are following in their footsteps. Especially when I have had a glass of wine and he's had a gin and tonic. (ahh the memories)
And then there is the role of dad. He was second to none. He was the best. I remember the first time he went to the Mets game. I was little. I didn't understand that I couldn't go because I didn't have a ticket. I was heartbroken that I couldn't go. Sure enough, the next game that he went to, I was right by his side. We had so many memories that we shared through the years. I think the best was .... You know what? I can't finish that sentence. I don't know what the best was. There are way too many. I loved going to Canada with him and driving that first night.
Funny story that no one knows about. We were more than 3 hours behind schedule, and everyone in the Mini-van o' fun was a little punchy. Dad was driving (it was pretty late, so I was sitting co-captain to make sure he didn't fall asleep), well, we see a sign for the town that we were staying in that was about 8 KM away. Everyone was happy. Finally we were close. Then it happened --- Dad and I saw a sign a little bit further up saying that the town was 12 KM away. No one else had seen the sign but us. He looked at me and I looked at him and we both agreed to tell NO ONE. We got the giggles and merrily kept driving. That's how we were. We'd both see something and get the giggles. We often joked that we shared one brain. Sometimes it makes it all the more hard -- I've lost my other half of my brain. (Rob keeps saying its shrinking anyway -- maybe he's right).
He has missed so much, and its not fair. What death is fair? Well, certainly this one wasn't, at least not to me.
My dad was like a Renaissance Man. He could do it all. Intellectually superior to any other person I've ever known, He had so many gifts, that he shared. It was like, it was his passion to share everything he was, with every he knew. And I'm sure I speak for everyone who knew him, we are grateful that he shared.
He was a successful chemist/engineer. Allied was lucky to have him. He was also a mechanic at his own motorcycle shop. But he went beyond all that. He was the best soccer coach (okay, assistant soccer coach -- he hated the limelight), story-teller, at-home Jeopardy champion, shed builder (even if Doug disagrees), pool builder (multiple times), house fixer (too many people to mention in that one), brother, Pop-Pop, husband and dad. I remember when Nicholas was about 9 months old (not ANYWHERE near speaking) and he sat there saying "What's my name? Pop-Pop. What's your name? Nicky. What's my name? Pop-Pop" On and on. He was so proud of all the kids. He beamed with such pride. I only wonder what he would have said about Amelia. I know she would be the favorite (haha, just kidding -- kinda ;0)
My parents had a love that I hope to have after 35 years of marriage. It wasn't perfect by fairy tail standards, but it was perfect by their standards (and mine). Sometimes I think Rob and I are following in their footsteps. Especially when I have had a glass of wine and he's had a gin and tonic. (ahh the memories)
And then there is the role of dad. He was second to none. He was the best. I remember the first time he went to the Mets game. I was little. I didn't understand that I couldn't go because I didn't have a ticket. I was heartbroken that I couldn't go. Sure enough, the next game that he went to, I was right by his side. We had so many memories that we shared through the years. I think the best was .... You know what? I can't finish that sentence. I don't know what the best was. There are way too many. I loved going to Canada with him and driving that first night.
Funny story that no one knows about. We were more than 3 hours behind schedule, and everyone in the Mini-van o' fun was a little punchy. Dad was driving (it was pretty late, so I was sitting co-captain to make sure he didn't fall asleep), well, we see a sign for the town that we were staying in that was about 8 KM away. Everyone was happy. Finally we were close. Then it happened --- Dad and I saw a sign a little bit further up saying that the town was 12 KM away. No one else had seen the sign but us. He looked at me and I looked at him and we both agreed to tell NO ONE. We got the giggles and merrily kept driving. That's how we were. We'd both see something and get the giggles. We often joked that we shared one brain. Sometimes it makes it all the more hard -- I've lost my other half of my brain. (Rob keeps saying its shrinking anyway -- maybe he's right).
He has missed so much, and its not fair. What death is fair? Well, certainly this one wasn't, at least not to me.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
2nd time around
Oy, its been so different. I've been queasy most of the time. When I was pregnant with Amelia, as long as I wasn't hungry, life was good. I just ate ahead of being hungry. (maybe that's why I gained 41 lbs). Well this time around SOOOOOOO different.
I'm queasy so I eat, then I feel ... queasy. Sometimes I say I'm hungry and eat, feel so much better, than about 5 minutes later, what I ate, doesn't agree with me.
I can not wait for the 1st trimester to end. 3 more weeks. Hopefully then it will end. It HAS to end. I can't keep going like this. I know in the grand scheme of things, this isn't bad, but the first pregnancy was so much easier in that regard.
I think Rob is figuring that this is a boy because this is different than the first. Hopefully he isn't getting too excited, you never know.
I'm queasy so I eat, then I feel ... queasy. Sometimes I say I'm hungry and eat, feel so much better, than about 5 minutes later, what I ate, doesn't agree with me.
I can not wait for the 1st trimester to end. 3 more weeks. Hopefully then it will end. It HAS to end. I can't keep going like this. I know in the grand scheme of things, this isn't bad, but the first pregnancy was so much easier in that regard.
I think Rob is figuring that this is a boy because this is different than the first. Hopefully he isn't getting too excited, you never know.
Monday, August 31, 2009
The Next Chapter
Amelia is going to be a big sister.
I found out early August that I'm pregnant. We're very excited to be adding to our brood. Hopefully we'll be blessed with another child just like Amelia. She was such a good baby, but my mom keeps telling me to expect Beelzebub. Maybe that's going to be the baby's nickname. We're hoping for a boy, but we're pretty sure its a girl. (Murphy's Law and all).
I found out early August that I'm pregnant. We're very excited to be adding to our brood. Hopefully we'll be blessed with another child just like Amelia. She was such a good baby, but my mom keeps telling me to expect Beelzebub. Maybe that's going to be the baby's nickname. We're hoping for a boy, but we're pretty sure its a girl. (Murphy's Law and all).
Hopefully things will go a little smoother with this pregnancy than the last one. (that's for another post). Though, right now the queasy-ness has far out-surpassed the last pregnancy by a mile. I haven't gotten sick yet, but that's a BIG YET!!!!! Hopefully I can stave that off. There's nothing worst than getting sick. Well, I'm sure I can think of something else, but not right now.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
When do I get to be selfish?
Okay, maybe not literally, but why is it that people can expect things of you that you can't expect of them? I feel like I'm such a thoughtful person (I know, do I need help patting myself on the back?), but then when I hope that people would return that same thoughtfulness, it isn't.
I have a calendar, not a fancy one, not an expensive one, but the free one from Turkey Hill Ice cream. (I emailed a question to them three years ago, and now I get their calendar). And every year when I get it, I sit down and write down everyone's anniversary and birthday (that I know). I do this so I won't forget. I think its important not to forget.
I make it a point to call people on their respective dates, (or at least send a card). For my niece and nephews' birthdays, they always get a gift (and a phone call for the out of state ones). I think its important. For my brothers, they ALWAYS get a phone call, and for my sister-in-laws an acknowledgement too of some kind.
Is it too much to ask to get the same courtesy? My brother, in Indiana, forgot my birthday, yet again. The funny part (if you can find one) is that I talked to him yesterday (the day before my birthday). Nary a mention of it. We spoke long enough for him to find out that I was shipping out a trumpet for his son to use, for school. Then he had an important call that he had to take.
There probably won't be any mention of it, ever. When my daughter's birthday came in May, they didn't acknowledge it, and only, when it was pointed out to him, did he say, "yeah, we lost our book of dates." Like somehow that makes it all better or okay.
I feel like I could 'overlook' or 'forget' one of their birthdays and should be guilt-free, but do 'two wrongs make a right?' What does that prove? Their still egocentric, but I'm petty? But I ask you, when do I get to be selfish?
I'm not the type of person to be confrontational, (hence this blog that probably no one reads), but I want to call him up and say, "Why is it okay for you to forget me, but if I forgot you or your kids, that would be the equivalence to Armageddon? Why don't I (or my 2 year old daughter) matter enough for you to get a new date book?"
I have a calendar, not a fancy one, not an expensive one, but the free one from Turkey Hill Ice cream. (I emailed a question to them three years ago, and now I get their calendar). And every year when I get it, I sit down and write down everyone's anniversary and birthday (that I know). I do this so I won't forget. I think its important not to forget.
I make it a point to call people on their respective dates, (or at least send a card). For my niece and nephews' birthdays, they always get a gift (and a phone call for the out of state ones). I think its important. For my brothers, they ALWAYS get a phone call, and for my sister-in-laws an acknowledgement too of some kind.
Is it too much to ask to get the same courtesy? My brother, in Indiana, forgot my birthday, yet again. The funny part (if you can find one) is that I talked to him yesterday (the day before my birthday). Nary a mention of it. We spoke long enough for him to find out that I was shipping out a trumpet for his son to use, for school. Then he had an important call that he had to take.
There probably won't be any mention of it, ever. When my daughter's birthday came in May, they didn't acknowledge it, and only, when it was pointed out to him, did he say, "yeah, we lost our book of dates." Like somehow that makes it all better or okay.
I feel like I could 'overlook' or 'forget' one of their birthdays and should be guilt-free, but do 'two wrongs make a right?' What does that prove? Their still egocentric, but I'm petty? But I ask you, when do I get to be selfish?
I'm not the type of person to be confrontational, (hence this blog that probably no one reads), but I want to call him up and say, "Why is it okay for you to forget me, but if I forgot you or your kids, that would be the equivalence to Armageddon? Why don't I (or my 2 year old daughter) matter enough for you to get a new date book?"
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