Friday, April 29, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Last night as I was tucking my daughter in, I told her (as I always do) that I love her with all my heart. One of our "things" that started when she was very little (that usually makes her laugh) is to say we love each other with random other things (fingers, toes). So after I told her I loved her with all my heart and she said the same, I said I love you with all my eyelashes -and I asked her if she loved me with all of hers since she has a lot. She said no, but you sure have a lot of eyelashes on your forehead. Confused, I asked her if she meant my eyebrows. She said no, she meant all of the lines on my forehead. Gee, thanks. Kids are so good at making you feel great about yourself, aren't they?. So I have a suggestion: Maybe we can add something into the kindergarten curriculum to help kids with these issues. Things like "how NOT to comment on mommy's wrinkles", "how not to ask daddy why his nose is big", and "why we don't yell at our sibling to move over and make LOTS OF ROOM FOR MOMMY because she needs it". Now, I am off to fix my bangs to cover all of the "eyelashes" on my forehead.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
So you know what is more fun than trying to get a six year old to allow you to put eye drops in his eyes for his allergies? Everything. Everything is more fun than that. You would think I was trying to squirt fire into his eyes. My buddy has really bad allergies. In fact, this is the worst time of year for him because he is allergic to tree pollen. All evening, he stood out in the field playing tball (well as much as a six year old plays - how many baseball games have you been to where one of the coaches has to say "no hugging the other team on the field"?), rubbing his eyes and wandering away from his position at third base to walk over and tell me his eyes were bothering him. I felt really bad for him, so I stopped at my favorite place in the whole world, Target, and bought eye drops that came recommended by another mom. I am trying to put eye drops in his eyes to make him feel better. Somehow he still does not get that as his mom, I am not trying to kill him by doing things like making him eat vegetables, brush his teeth or give him medicine. Anyway, after a half hour of crying (mostly by him) I got him to let me put them in his eyes. I just had to put them in my own first. I see, he thinks he is royalty and wants me to test everything first. Got it. Well guess what? This new rule is also going to apply to his cookies and ice cream. As a mom, I need to be consistant.
The first 5 months of my pregnancy were rough. OK, that is kind of an understatement. I had to be taken to the ER for dehydration and put on a medication to keep me from puking my guts out every time I SMELLED food. I managed to get by on peanut butter sandwiches, pasta with sauce and instant mashed potatoes. (I keep it classy) I was having severe back pain but figured I'm pregnant, of course I have back pain. Of course, I wasn't really that big yet (around 20 weeks) so I don't know why I thought I should just deal with it. We went through back massagers and I tried laying in different positions to alleviate the pain. By the end of the day, every day, it was all I could think about. You would think that the intense pain would place this issue at the top of my "list of things to talk to the doctor about" when I had my ultrasound at 24 weeks, but no. Because I was so focused on seeing the babies (I had just found out I was having a boy and a girl) I completely forgot about my back pain. Probably because I was getting ready for all of the self sacrifice you do as a mom - or because shiny things distract me, either/or. Anyway, as I was getting dressed, Spreadsheet guy mentioned my back pain to the ultrasound nurse. She looked at me funny and told me to lay back down. She examined me and her eyes got really big. She told me I was in labor (technically my cervix was effaced).
I have so many things that I want to talk about, but I guess I will start with the little adventure that changed my life forever. Getting pregnant with twins. Spreadsheet guy and I had been married for about four years when we decided we were ready for a child. Well, it was more like I decided and he went along with it. He was happy either way. Regardless, it wasn't as easy as we thought it would be. After about a year, I finally got pregnant. I was sick RIGHT AWAY. I went to visit my doctor for a blood test to confirm the pregnancy. When the nurse called and gave me the HGC numbers they seemed extremely high to me (and I had Dr WebMd at my side) . Right away visions of me surrounded by four or five children filled my head and I started freaking out. I called the nurse and asked if the high numbers meant I would be having more than one child. She told me to relax, get off of the Internet (how did she know?) and we would take a look the following week.
It has taken me quite a while to catch up to the 21st century, which is amazing since I am a former computer programmer. I finally decided to start this as a way to keep track of all of the crazy things that happen in my life, and to create some accountability for myself when it comes to my running routine. As you can see in my bio, I am a mom to twins, I work full time and I try to squeeze in a run here and there. I would like to work up to running a half marathon and then maybe some day a full marathon. I started running as a way to get back in shape after I had my children. Before I got pregnant, I was a total gym fanatic, and I loved it. But working full time in sales, being a wife and mother to two 6 year olds, and trying to have some semblance of a social life does not leave much time for hour long classes at the gym on a daily basis. So here I am. I am in no way a writer, so I will apologize ahead of time for all of the gramatical errors on the site. Thanks for reading!!