At 2:09 am, Josh felt Finley kick for the first time.
:)
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
20 weeks and 5 days
Everything has been pretty awesome health wise.
Knock on wood.
My sleeping patterns were disturbed when Payton had a reaction to her chicken pox vaccine. It was super hard to sleep because I made her sleep with me, and every movement she made I was checking on her.
Nothing like a 104.7 fever and rapid breathing to make you feel fully unrested.
Today I'm exhausted. I went to bed at midnight and woke up at 1pm.
And honestly? My big body is telling me to go back to bed. I'm so exhausted.
We'll see how the next few days play out. Hoping this awesome streak continues!
Knock on wood.
My sleeping patterns were disturbed when Payton had a reaction to her chicken pox vaccine. It was super hard to sleep because I made her sleep with me, and every movement she made I was checking on her.
Nothing like a 104.7 fever and rapid breathing to make you feel fully unrested.
Today I'm exhausted. I went to bed at midnight and woke up at 1pm.
And honestly? My big body is telling me to go back to bed. I'm so exhausted.
We'll see how the next few days play out. Hoping this awesome streak continues!
Friday, February 4, 2011
20 weeks
Well, 10 minutes til' 20 weeks that is :)
I'd write that I'm "halfway there", but that was last week. I'll be delievering at 39 weeks, so I like to feel technical about the whole situation.
I had a few days with migraines (not sure if I wrote about it). Apparently I have "aura migraines" once again. I had them with Payton.
These migraines generally start about a half an hour prior to the migraine itself and triggers unusual symptoms. My jaw goes numb, I get anxiety, I get these feelings in my head that something is crawling in the back of it. Sometimes it feels like a rubber band is snapping the back of my head.
Then I see spots and zig zag lines. It looks like Disney's Electric Lights Parade...
except with more anxiety and less thrilling.
Then BAM. Full on head bloated migraine. I feel like someone took a basketball pump and inserted it into my head and started pumping. The pressure is so intense I feel like if I actually have an anyuerism, I'd be doing myself some good.
Thankfully this only lasted 2 days this time, and not near as serious as last time.
I woke up today and my stomach has already doubled in size from last week. I put on a jacket today that I had on less than 8 days ago, and the damn thing won't zip. My stomach is huge - HUGE. Next ultrasound I'm not leaving until they find the other 2 stow aways in there.
The first day I felt strong kicks, I only felt it about 2-4 times. The next day I woke up, and it was like an f'ing gymnast was taking refuge in there; all day and all night.
Today is no exception. I literally feel kicks all day long. I'm convinced this baby never sleeps.
It's weird that I'm only 5 months, because this one is going so much faster 'symptom' wise. Everything is happening earlier. It's going to make a real miserable 4 more months.
I also have been having my rage come back. When I left my last job it was like Rikki Lake pre weight loss had been lifted from my shoulders. That place gave me nothing but rage.
Now I find myself feeling my hormones surge. Today I was taking a nap and big stupid Josh walks in the bedroom, flips the light on, makes as much noise as he can and then starts talking to the dogs as if they were 96 and hard of hearing.
I came up off that bed like a psychiatric ward patient. I'm ALWAYS quiet when he's asleep (even leaving to make sure we're not loud) but nooooo, not his big stupid hairy body.
Then stupid me deposits my tax check into his bank account to avoid getting money taken away from my bankruptcy.
Stupid him refuses to give me his debit card and it's irritating me. He's walking around Seymour like he's sitting on a million dollars.
I guess it's better that I hate him at 5 months along this time around. Last time around I hated him from the moment my pregnancy test read positive.
Please pray he makes it through this alive.
I'd write that I'm "halfway there", but that was last week. I'll be delievering at 39 weeks, so I like to feel technical about the whole situation.
I had a few days with migraines (not sure if I wrote about it). Apparently I have "aura migraines" once again. I had them with Payton.
These migraines generally start about a half an hour prior to the migraine itself and triggers unusual symptoms. My jaw goes numb, I get anxiety, I get these feelings in my head that something is crawling in the back of it. Sometimes it feels like a rubber band is snapping the back of my head.
Then I see spots and zig zag lines. It looks like Disney's Electric Lights Parade...
except with more anxiety and less thrilling.
Then BAM. Full on head bloated migraine. I feel like someone took a basketball pump and inserted it into my head and started pumping. The pressure is so intense I feel like if I actually have an anyuerism, I'd be doing myself some good.
Thankfully this only lasted 2 days this time, and not near as serious as last time.
I woke up today and my stomach has already doubled in size from last week. I put on a jacket today that I had on less than 8 days ago, and the damn thing won't zip. My stomach is huge - HUGE. Next ultrasound I'm not leaving until they find the other 2 stow aways in there.
The first day I felt strong kicks, I only felt it about 2-4 times. The next day I woke up, and it was like an f'ing gymnast was taking refuge in there; all day and all night.
Today is no exception. I literally feel kicks all day long. I'm convinced this baby never sleeps.
It's weird that I'm only 5 months, because this one is going so much faster 'symptom' wise. Everything is happening earlier. It's going to make a real miserable 4 more months.
I also have been having my rage come back. When I left my last job it was like Rikki Lake pre weight loss had been lifted from my shoulders. That place gave me nothing but rage.
Now I find myself feeling my hormones surge. Today I was taking a nap and big stupid Josh walks in the bedroom, flips the light on, makes as much noise as he can and then starts talking to the dogs as if they were 96 and hard of hearing.
I came up off that bed like a psychiatric ward patient. I'm ALWAYS quiet when he's asleep (even leaving to make sure we're not loud) but nooooo, not his big stupid hairy body.
Then stupid me deposits my tax check into his bank account to avoid getting money taken away from my bankruptcy.
Stupid him refuses to give me his debit card and it's irritating me. He's walking around Seymour like he's sitting on a million dollars.
I guess it's better that I hate him at 5 months along this time around. Last time around I hated him from the moment my pregnancy test read positive.
Please pray he makes it through this alive.
19 weeks and 6 days
These maternity jeans really accentuate my front butt.
No seriously.
It's not all baby belly.
If you've had 4 surgeries on all sections of your stomach, you'd have nice, flabby, jiggly loose skin that pulls down and creates front butt.
Well that, and eating too much.
I'm starting to get super self concious and wish I knew how to preform my own abdominoplasty.
No seriously.
It's not all baby belly.
If you've had 4 surgeries on all sections of your stomach, you'd have nice, flabby, jiggly loose skin that pulls down and creates front butt.
Well that, and eating too much.
I'm starting to get super self concious and wish I knew how to preform my own abdominoplasty.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
19 weeks and 4 days
Today is the very first day we've felt kicks on the outside of my over stuffed lard filled belly.
Real kicks!
Real kicks!
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
19 weeks
I'm cheating. I really should write 18 weeks and 6 days, but since it's after midnight...
:)
I'm plagued with a head cold. It's not bad and I don't feel miserable, I just have enough mucus to drown a submarine. I wake up in the morning and it's like a trombone blowing shots of yellow love into the kleenex.
And if that doesn't sound sexy enough, imagine me waking up and for the first half an hour of the day doing nothing but extracting big juicy yellow phglem/hockers from my throat.
Those suckers are huge!
Just wish it would find someone else to move along to, I'm tired of this early morning routine. It already takes me well into an hour to get myself going, I don't need something else (especially that disgusting) dragging me down.
So - I got my tax check! I'm pumped. I hate the fact that I know it's gone. I've got a few things I need to pay for (finish paying off my camera, the xbox and our floors) and then the rest is history.
I am going to let everyone in on a little secret - but if you know me you know I have no secrets or shame so I don't really give a shit unlike most who would try to hide it.
When I left my last job, I had still been going through drama with my medical bills. I had insurance, granted it wasn't good, but when the new insurance SHOULD have started (right when all of my gallbladder/GERD/IBS problems started) it didn't.
It wasn't my fault - it was my jobs fault. The same people who I had to call at least 10 times to tell them I ALWAYS get extra money taken out for federal taxes and they still never did anything about it.
I submitted my insurance forms, and I thought it was odd that I never had a new insurance card. I wound up calling the place and they had no record of me under their insurance. I couldn't enroll any longer because re-enrollment was up.
So I was completely ass fucked by my own job and there was absolutely nothing I could do. I went around and around with HR and it was done.
And I don't know if any of you don't have insurance and have had things like surgeries, blood work, etc through all of it - but it's expensive.
I'm talking like $60,000 expensive.
Of course I can't make the minimum payments of like $5495034903 dollars a month (do I look like Paris Hilton?) so I submitted minimal payments to them, but I guess that wasn't enough.
So to make a long story short, I'm into collections, and then finally a court hearing. I stopped paying period because I was pissed off. There was no way I was paying back 60 grand over this shit.
So now, I'm filing bankruptcy.
And do you know it costs $850 for a 5 minute hospital lab visit to have blood drawn?
I didn't either.
So the sheriff who showed up at my door (twice), Schneck Medical Center, my previous place of employment and the lady from HR who I'd like to beat to a pulp, can all kiss my fat, white, unmotivated ass.
Enough of that story, let me move on to something else that has been stressing me out:
Josh calls me last night and tells me he is being displaced. When I ask what the hell that means, he tells me that his shift at work is ending in 3 weeks (which has been a shift there for 15 years).
By seniority, they will place the people from his shift around other areas. If there aren't any jobs left after placing people, the ones that are left at the bottom are basically gone.
I asked Josh if he will still have a job and he says, "I believe so."
So that's never reassuring, especially since he is the bread winner of the house. If we didn't have his income we'd be living in the Silver House apartments behind KFC.
I guess there is a guy there who has been there for 13 years and he's #11 on seniority.
This is scaring me quite a bit.
Josh thinks he will have to go to the shift that works Tuesday-Friday from 4pm to 2am. I really loved his weekend shifts because during the week it was a team effort to take and pick up Payton from school.
Now I'm going to have to get her going to kindergarten with a newborn every morning.
And after I have this baby, I need to find a good job. I'm tired of living off of Josh and what I do on the side. It's ridiculous. So it's going to be really hard for us.
My mom is being displaced too and she has an office job there. Sadly, she can't do much physical labor so her being displaced probably means she needs to look for another job. She was weekend shift as well and watched Payton for us during the week when I worked or needed her. She was free of charge and the only person I trust.
Now I have no one :(
I have a really bad trust problem with day cares and sitters, and will never use one. There is no specific reason, other than I will never trust my child with anyone unless I know them 100% (family).
*sigh*
I just hope it all winds up working out.
Where's a donut when I need one?
:)
I'm plagued with a head cold. It's not bad and I don't feel miserable, I just have enough mucus to drown a submarine. I wake up in the morning and it's like a trombone blowing shots of yellow love into the kleenex.
And if that doesn't sound sexy enough, imagine me waking up and for the first half an hour of the day doing nothing but extracting big juicy yellow phglem/hockers from my throat.
Those suckers are huge!
Just wish it would find someone else to move along to, I'm tired of this early morning routine. It already takes me well into an hour to get myself going, I don't need something else (especially that disgusting) dragging me down.
So - I got my tax check! I'm pumped. I hate the fact that I know it's gone. I've got a few things I need to pay for (finish paying off my camera, the xbox and our floors) and then the rest is history.
I am going to let everyone in on a little secret - but if you know me you know I have no secrets or shame so I don't really give a shit unlike most who would try to hide it.
When I left my last job, I had still been going through drama with my medical bills. I had insurance, granted it wasn't good, but when the new insurance SHOULD have started (right when all of my gallbladder/GERD/IBS problems started) it didn't.
It wasn't my fault - it was my jobs fault. The same people who I had to call at least 10 times to tell them I ALWAYS get extra money taken out for federal taxes and they still never did anything about it.
I submitted my insurance forms, and I thought it was odd that I never had a new insurance card. I wound up calling the place and they had no record of me under their insurance. I couldn't enroll any longer because re-enrollment was up.
So I was completely ass fucked by my own job and there was absolutely nothing I could do. I went around and around with HR and it was done.
And I don't know if any of you don't have insurance and have had things like surgeries, blood work, etc through all of it - but it's expensive.
I'm talking like $60,000 expensive.
Of course I can't make the minimum payments of like $5495034903 dollars a month (do I look like Paris Hilton?) so I submitted minimal payments to them, but I guess that wasn't enough.
So to make a long story short, I'm into collections, and then finally a court hearing. I stopped paying period because I was pissed off. There was no way I was paying back 60 grand over this shit.
So now, I'm filing bankruptcy.
And do you know it costs $850 for a 5 minute hospital lab visit to have blood drawn?
I didn't either.
So the sheriff who showed up at my door (twice), Schneck Medical Center, my previous place of employment and the lady from HR who I'd like to beat to a pulp, can all kiss my fat, white, unmotivated ass.
Enough of that story, let me move on to something else that has been stressing me out:
Josh calls me last night and tells me he is being displaced. When I ask what the hell that means, he tells me that his shift at work is ending in 3 weeks (which has been a shift there for 15 years).
By seniority, they will place the people from his shift around other areas. If there aren't any jobs left after placing people, the ones that are left at the bottom are basically gone.
I asked Josh if he will still have a job and he says, "I believe so."
So that's never reassuring, especially since he is the bread winner of the house. If we didn't have his income we'd be living in the Silver House apartments behind KFC.
I guess there is a guy there who has been there for 13 years and he's #11 on seniority.
This is scaring me quite a bit.
Josh thinks he will have to go to the shift that works Tuesday-Friday from 4pm to 2am. I really loved his weekend shifts because during the week it was a team effort to take and pick up Payton from school.
Now I'm going to have to get her going to kindergarten with a newborn every morning.
And after I have this baby, I need to find a good job. I'm tired of living off of Josh and what I do on the side. It's ridiculous. So it's going to be really hard for us.
My mom is being displaced too and she has an office job there. Sadly, she can't do much physical labor so her being displaced probably means she needs to look for another job. She was weekend shift as well and watched Payton for us during the week when I worked or needed her. She was free of charge and the only person I trust.
Now I have no one :(
I have a really bad trust problem with day cares and sitters, and will never use one. There is no specific reason, other than I will never trust my child with anyone unless I know them 100% (family).
*sigh*
I just hope it all winds up working out.
Where's a donut when I need one?
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