It's called BABY FEVER! Every where I turn, someone I know is pregnant. I'm a little jealous. I always liked being pregnant...to carry the baby, feel him/her kick....It is the coolest feeling in the world.
I know, I have two awesome beautiful kids. They are at the perfect age where they can keep themselves busy, I don't have to watch them like hawk, and they're great helpers. I always knew I wanted two kids. The only child in me knew that I needed to have more than one.
Zack was my first. He was such a great baby...except for the sleeping part, which he still isn't great with. Seriously that kid can survive on very little sleep! I had some complications with him, that lead to extra complications with Taylor. Right after I had Zack I was told that I shouldn't try to have anymore kids, and if I did want more, I should consider adoption or surrogacy.
I'm not good with directions. I don't like to be told what to do. So, I got pregnant again. I had LOTS of dr appointments, and I had LOTS of amnio's. I know a lot of people shy away from them, but for me it was a necessary evil. And just FYI, anyone who tells you that they don't hurt is freaking full of crap.
When it was all said and done, all the doctor appointments were for nothing. After the first amnio they were supposed to be able to tell us if there would be any complications. If everything was good, I wouldn't have to have anymore, if there were I would. Maybe they just wanted my money? To make a long story short, the doctor was wrong and I had a LOT of unnecessary amnio's. Everything turned out great with her.
That's not to say, I want to tempt fate again. I don't, to be perfectly honest. Now that I'm older, maybe just a little wiser, I know our family is perfect, and I'm happy the way we are.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Boarding school for 8 year olds??
Yesterday while laying around on the couch I was flipping thru the channels (shocking, I know) on tv, and something caught my attention. It was called "Leaving Home at 8 Years Old," on BBC America. A reality TV show about sending your kids off to boarding school. Boarding school for your 8 year old? Really?? I can't imagine sending my 8 year old son off to boarding school. I know there are times, when your kids are on your every last nerve...the idea is enticing, but is boarding school at this age really necessary? I have a niece who is in high school that goes to a boarding school, and she really likes it. But that's high school. That's probably every teen's dream, to live away from home away from annoying parents and siblings.
Doesn't sending your young children off into the world at this age send the wrong message? Even if it is the best school around? Mommy and Daddy don't want me around anymore, so they're sending me off to some school where you have to share a room with kids you don't know, and are forced to stay there 24-7??
This reality show takes place in the UK, and the few minutes I watched showed how hard it was in particular for this little girl to adjust being without her parents (duh), and how hard it was for her mother to leave her there as well. The adults working in the school said if the parents want to know how their child is doing, they should call them directly, and not to the house where the kids stay...it just makes it harder on both sides to readjust after speaking to their loved ones, until they have fully adjusted. I wonder how long the typical adjustment period is for the average child who attends that school?
I know, to each their own, but that's not something I could imagine myself doing to Zack. Or Taylor.
Doesn't sending your young children off into the world at this age send the wrong message? Even if it is the best school around? Mommy and Daddy don't want me around anymore, so they're sending me off to some school where you have to share a room with kids you don't know, and are forced to stay there 24-7??
This reality show takes place in the UK, and the few minutes I watched showed how hard it was in particular for this little girl to adjust being without her parents (duh), and how hard it was for her mother to leave her there as well. The adults working in the school said if the parents want to know how their child is doing, they should call them directly, and not to the house where the kids stay...it just makes it harder on both sides to readjust after speaking to their loved ones, until they have fully adjusted. I wonder how long the typical adjustment period is for the average child who attends that school?
I know, to each their own, but that's not something I could imagine myself doing to Zack. Or Taylor.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Monday
It's MONDAY! I've never been so happy for a Monday. The kids are well...they're back at school. I have so far managed to steer clear of that dastardly cold. Knock on wood...and I am soooooooooo tired. I really should have gone back to bed. But the couch called my name. So I layed down and then turned on the tv. Then I flipped the channels. And then Sam, my perfect spoiled pooch decided he needed to be a lap dog. He's a medium size pooch...a lab mix. He is spoiled rotten and I love him to death. I think he was more mad that I was in his spot. He was trying to get me to move. As his luck would have it, I was in dire need of some coffee, so I got up for him. Aren't I nice?
So last night I watched a little of the VMA's. I happened to flip when Taylor Swift was on. I liked her song, I thought she did a great performance. I waited forever to see Kanye's. It was a funny song, I guess he was making fun of himself. I think the media and Kanye need to just let this die. It's been a year. Move on.
Now that the kids are back at school, my house looks like a tornado went through here. It's pitiful looking. I'm tired and lazy and don't want to deal with the mess right now. I stayed up entirely too late playing words with friends. I am so addicted to that game, and I get so annoyed when people don't take their turn! SO rude. Why you gotta leave a person hanging?? What is with that? Do other people have lives or something?? Geesh. What are they thinking?
Time to go boot the dog off the couch...it's my turn. The mess can wait. It's not going anywhere. ;)
So last night I watched a little of the VMA's. I happened to flip when Taylor Swift was on. I liked her song, I thought she did a great performance. I waited forever to see Kanye's. It was a funny song, I guess he was making fun of himself. I think the media and Kanye need to just let this die. It's been a year. Move on.
Now that the kids are back at school, my house looks like a tornado went through here. It's pitiful looking. I'm tired and lazy and don't want to deal with the mess right now. I stayed up entirely too late playing words with friends. I am so addicted to that game, and I get so annoyed when people don't take their turn! SO rude. Why you gotta leave a person hanging?? What is with that? Do other people have lives or something?? Geesh. What are they thinking?
Time to go boot the dog off the couch...it's my turn. The mess can wait. It's not going anywhere. ;)
Friday, September 10, 2010
The Infirmary
2 sick kids.
1 migraine prone, sleep deprived mommy.
What does that equal? A disaster. It's been a really long week. The weekend is going to be longer. Taylor only went to school one day this week. She started out with a runny/stuffy nose last week, and it progressed into what ever it is now. She is on an antibiotic.
Last night Zack came down with the stuffy nose and sore throat after his bath. O.M.G. When did this kid turn into a helpless little man? He is the typical "man" you hear about that thinks he is dying because he can't breathe through his nose. I have to say, Hubby is NOT like this. He pushes through and deals with it. Zack was up all night long. I felt so bad for him...If I could climb inside his little body and trade places with him, I would gladly do so. But I can't. So it was quite the sleepless night for us. He was up every hour. And to think I would love another baby...HA. What the hell am I thinking? I feel like death warmed over today! Good thing we can't have more!
Alright...nap time! Lets see how this goes, and how long it lasts.
1 migraine prone, sleep deprived mommy.
What does that equal? A disaster. It's been a really long week. The weekend is going to be longer. Taylor only went to school one day this week. She started out with a runny/stuffy nose last week, and it progressed into what ever it is now. She is on an antibiotic.
Last night Zack came down with the stuffy nose and sore throat after his bath. O.M.G. When did this kid turn into a helpless little man? He is the typical "man" you hear about that thinks he is dying because he can't breathe through his nose. I have to say, Hubby is NOT like this. He pushes through and deals with it. Zack was up all night long. I felt so bad for him...If I could climb inside his little body and trade places with him, I would gladly do so. But I can't. So it was quite the sleepless night for us. He was up every hour. And to think I would love another baby...HA. What the hell am I thinking? I feel like death warmed over today! Good thing we can't have more!
Alright...nap time! Lets see how this goes, and how long it lasts.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
A New Begining.........
Here on my blog. I've deleted the past....time to move on. I wonder if anyone wishes they could really do that in life? I'm sure there are people out there who do. People that have made huge mistakes in their life. Regret is a terrible thing. Lots of people pride themselves on never living with regrets..but how can you not regret anything? I regret not being more social...it's not something that I can change. The past is the past, and I'm still not that social, but I try.
So here in our house, we have a major decision coming up. It's one we had to make a year ago, and decided against. Both hubby and I had regret with that decision. I had a LOT of regret, because essentially I was the one who said no. It turned out to be the best decision for us, we just didn't know it at the time.
The decision to move or not to move is a major life altering decision that will effect all four of us for the rest of our lives. There are pros and cons of course, but the list doesn't make it any easier. At least for me. We've both done the Pro/Con list a few thousand times now. The Pros always outweigh the cons, but the cons are big. Huge. These life decisions are hard to make when you have an 8 and almost 6 year old. We do our best to provide a stable environment and to not rock their little lives too much. I do realize that people do this all the time, and a lot of times it's not a choice. It's either you move or you don't have a job. So in that sense we are really blessed to even have a decision like this to make. Our livelihood is not on the line.
I realize it's the control freak in me...I feel like I'm losing control and there isn't a thing I can do about it. I've lived here almost 10 years and it took me probably a good 6-7 years to find happiness here, so I kinda feel like the rug is being pulled out from under me a little bit. The ironic thing is that we'd be moving back to my hometown. Why wouldn't I want to go back?
My family is there.
A few of my friends are still there.
I love to go back and spend time there.
We just spent our entire summer there!
And the kids did great and made friends where ever they went.
What. The. Hell. Is. Wrong. With. Me? Why am I NOT gung ho? <---Is that how you even spell that? I think I've maybe become slightly overly sentimental about life here, and the things/people we're leaving behind. Things are things. A house is just a house. Even if it is your first house. And people can always keep in touch. Right?
So here in our house, we have a major decision coming up. It's one we had to make a year ago, and decided against. Both hubby and I had regret with that decision. I had a LOT of regret, because essentially I was the one who said no. It turned out to be the best decision for us, we just didn't know it at the time.
The decision to move or not to move is a major life altering decision that will effect all four of us for the rest of our lives. There are pros and cons of course, but the list doesn't make it any easier. At least for me. We've both done the Pro/Con list a few thousand times now. The Pros always outweigh the cons, but the cons are big. Huge. These life decisions are hard to make when you have an 8 and almost 6 year old. We do our best to provide a stable environment and to not rock their little lives too much. I do realize that people do this all the time, and a lot of times it's not a choice. It's either you move or you don't have a job. So in that sense we are really blessed to even have a decision like this to make. Our livelihood is not on the line.
I realize it's the control freak in me...I feel like I'm losing control and there isn't a thing I can do about it. I've lived here almost 10 years and it took me probably a good 6-7 years to find happiness here, so I kinda feel like the rug is being pulled out from under me a little bit. The ironic thing is that we'd be moving back to my hometown. Why wouldn't I want to go back?
My family is there.
A few of my friends are still there.
I love to go back and spend time there.
We just spent our entire summer there!
And the kids did great and made friends where ever they went.
What. The. Hell. Is. Wrong. With. Me? Why am I NOT gung ho? <---Is that how you even spell that? I think I've maybe become slightly overly sentimental about life here, and the things/people we're leaving behind. Things are things. A house is just a house. Even if it is your first house. And people can always keep in touch. Right?
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