I hope you are all having a fantastic summer! Things are still the same around here. Hectic schedule, play with LJ, dinner with Jax, rinse and repeat. But let's chit chat about something different today, shall we?
LJ's first birthday is tomorrow. TOMORROW. Holy shit. One year ago at this very moment, I was in labor. I didn't know I was in labor. Actually, I think more appropriately, I was in labor and denial at the same time.
After about 5 hours of "cramps, " and on my mother's advice, I called the doctor's office. When I explained what was happening, the nurse laughed at me and told me to go to labor and delivery. I was one day shy of 39 weeks.
We got on the road to make the hour and 15 minute drive to the hospital and my contractions had finnaly gotten painful. They were only 3 minutes apart. It was a little scary, but I had faith that I wasn't going to have my baby on the side of the road. By the way, they will NOT give you an epidural in the hospital parking lot. I asked.
Long story short, I started having cramps around 11am, got to the hospital around 7pm, and had my epidural around 9:30pm. The epi slowed my contractions, so they gave me the smalled bit of pitocin. I was 10 cm dilated by 11pm. After two hours of pushing, and me spiking a 102 degree fever, my baby boy was born at 1:01am.
Labor wasn't bad at all. The first few weeks were hell. But I would do it all over again. LJ is perfect. We are very blessed.
He is almost walking. He says bo-ty (bottle), Doooo (Duke), Mama, Da-ddy (hilarious to hear), na-na (night night), bear, fiss (fish), uh-oh, and duun (done). That's all I can think of right now. And he signs "more" and "all done."
He goes to bed around 7:30pm and sleeps until anywhere between 5:30 and 6:30am. Sometimes we are lucky and he sleeps until 7, but usually it is around 6.
It is hard to believe that a year has gone by. And I know how very lucky and blessed I am to have such a happy, healthy little boy.
Y'all have a great weekend! We will be celebrating with good food, cake, ice cream, and fun presents!
Showing posts with label Mama Insanity. Show all posts
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Friday, June 17, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
One Year Ago...
This was me about a year ago. It is so hard to believe it was a year ago! It seems like it has been five years. My little baby is turning into a little boy. And I can't lie, when I look at these I miss being pregnant.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Issues: I Haz 'Em
Bear with me. I heard a therapist on tv say that it was good to talk about your issues.
So, we know that LJ hasn't been sleeping. Which means that I haven't been sleeping. Ladies and Gents, we have now completed night number 8 with very little sleep- in max amounts of 2.5 hours before I am jumping out of the bed. I think I read one time that you start hallucinating after 11 nights of no sleep. Wonder how that translates to "very little" sleep?
Apparently, for me, it translates into OHMAHGAWDCREEPYNIGHTMARES. On night 8 of very little sleep, I had two ginormous nightmares that I can remember. One was so bad that I got out of bed and went to tell Jax every little detail that I could remember. He rolled his eyes and told me to go back to bed.
Super Scary Nightmare #1:
Jax and I were in some house, more like a condo really. Everything was white. I was reading Twilight and everything that I read was coming true. Except that it wasn't Twilight. And someone had poisoned this woman, who was actually in the upstairs of the house/condo thing. Sidenote: She looked like Abby from General Hospital if anyone needs a visual. So anyway, we found out that someone had poisened her and her child. But the child wasn't there- I hadn't gotten that far in the book yet. So Jax was telling me to look for the poison because the woman started bleeding from her mouth and we had to figure it out before it spread to her eyes. But, duh, what do I do when I find it because then I will be poisoned, too?! So I stopped reading the book, but then it didn't stop! Holy crap, right?! And then I woke up. Thankfully.
Super Scary Nightmare #2:
I was at the beach and noticed that someone was following me. I realized that he had a gun. As I crossed the beach access, I sped up because he was far enough behind me that I could duck down behind the dunes and run back to the beach house. I lost him. When I got back to the house, the FBI was there. They told me that Jax and I, along with some of our friends, had been put on a hit list. These people were like snipers and were totally going to kill us. So I freaked out because I thought they might go looking for me at my parents' house and kill my Mama and Daddy. Then these big dogs attacked the FBI guys and I woke up. The end.
What does it MEAN??? I'm really not into analyzing dreams or anything, but I'm thinking I have two choices: 1. Go to bed at 7:00pm tonight. 2. Stop eating spaghetti for dinner (never gonna happen).
So, we know that LJ hasn't been sleeping. Which means that I haven't been sleeping. Ladies and Gents, we have now completed night number 8 with very little sleep- in max amounts of 2.5 hours before I am jumping out of the bed. I think I read one time that you start hallucinating after 11 nights of no sleep. Wonder how that translates to "very little" sleep?
Apparently, for me, it translates into OHMAHGAWDCREEPYNIGHTMARES. On night 8 of very little sleep, I had two ginormous nightmares that I can remember. One was so bad that I got out of bed and went to tell Jax every little detail that I could remember. He rolled his eyes and told me to go back to bed.
Super Scary Nightmare #1:
Jax and I were in some house, more like a condo really. Everything was white. I was reading Twilight and everything that I read was coming true. Except that it wasn't Twilight. And someone had poisoned this woman, who was actually in the upstairs of the house/condo thing. Sidenote: She looked like Abby from General Hospital if anyone needs a visual. So anyway, we found out that someone had poisened her and her child. But the child wasn't there- I hadn't gotten that far in the book yet. So Jax was telling me to look for the poison because the woman started bleeding from her mouth and we had to figure it out before it spread to her eyes. But, duh, what do I do when I find it because then I will be poisoned, too?! So I stopped reading the book, but then it didn't stop! Holy crap, right?! And then I woke up. Thankfully.
Super Scary Nightmare #2:
I was at the beach and noticed that someone was following me. I realized that he had a gun. As I crossed the beach access, I sped up because he was far enough behind me that I could duck down behind the dunes and run back to the beach house. I lost him. When I got back to the house, the FBI was there. They told me that Jax and I, along with some of our friends, had been put on a hit list. These people were like snipers and were totally going to kill us. So I freaked out because I thought they might go looking for me at my parents' house and kill my Mama and Daddy. Then these big dogs attacked the FBI guys and I woke up. The end.
What does it MEAN??? I'm really not into analyzing dreams or anything, but I'm thinking I have two choices: 1. Go to bed at 7:00pm tonight. 2. Stop eating spaghetti for dinner (never gonna happen).
Thursday, January 20, 2011
No One Wants To Hear It
But y'all, I am tired. Exhausted. LJ, as he will henceforth be known because I am too lazy to type out Little J, has been waking up super early and just SCREAMING. Early, like 3:30. Last night was better, he didn't start the screaming until 5:00. And the worst part is that I can't figure out what is wrong.
He just screams and cries. My guess is teething. Sometimes numbing his gums helps, sometimes only a bottle will soothe him. And unfortunately for me, drinking liquor that early is not really acceptable- or feasible since I have to go to work.
So the screaming continues. And it just wears me down. One night is fine, but it has been all week. So then I feel guilty for feeling sorry for myself, when he is obviously in pain or upset or something.
On top of that, and I refuse to harp on this because y'all on twitter hear it enough, my job situation is overwhelming me. Not my job, just my situation.
I need to get the next Twilight book fast. Escapism is key, y'all.
He just screams and cries. My guess is teething. Sometimes numbing his gums helps, sometimes only a bottle will soothe him. And unfortunately for me, drinking liquor that early is not really acceptable- or feasible since I have to go to work.
So the screaming continues. And it just wears me down. One night is fine, but it has been all week. So then I feel guilty for feeling sorry for myself, when he is obviously in pain or upset or something.
On top of that, and I refuse to harp on this because y'all on twitter hear it enough, my job situation is overwhelming me. Not my job, just my situation.
I need to get the next Twilight book fast. Escapism is key, y'all.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Baby Food
Gerber got nothin' on me. Little J still gets the jarred (actually plastic containered- if that is a word) stuff every now and again because it is easier, but we are trying to make his food. Daddy Jax is the king of the emersion blender!
I can't wait until we have fresh blueberries this summer. We have blueberry bushes in our backyard. And a pear tree. And garlic plants... which are weird because I didn't know that they were garlic. You pull them out of the ground like weeds! Clearly, I did not grow up in a farm/garden-type environment. Let's see, what else do we have? Peaches, tomatoes, cuccumbers, squash (my absolute all time favorite), zucchini (second fave), spinach, snap peas, jalapeno peppers, bell peppers, other kinds of peppers that I don't know what they are, have had watermelon but they didn't turn out too well, and a variety of herbs.
This post really took off in a different direction. Whatever. I don't live on a farm or anything, but I do live on a compound. And I grew up on a plantation. For real. Okay, so it is a plantation that was turned into a golf course country club type thing, but it is still a real plantation with a Manor House. And it is in a long line of old plantations. Lowcountry SC, y'all!
So, as I was saying, now I live on a compound. And there is a small garden. But that is behind my In Law's house. They live next door.
Wasn't I talking about baby food? I can't wait for all of those fresh veggies! I do wish I had a lime tree... that would be super awesome for vodka tonics, vodka sodas (sometimes with cranberry), Crown and ginger, and key lime pie.
Ladies and Gentlemen, this is true stream of consciousness that you are witnessing. You are welcome. And sometimes I really talk like this. Some find it irritating, some find it endearing. Take your pick. I just reread it and I find it highly annoying, so I apologize. But I can't delete it. I've come too far (Harold and Kumar Go To Whitecastle, anyone?)
Next week I will try to post something worth reading instead of having a brain explosion of useless bullshit all over my blog. I hope you still love me. Erm, nevermind, I won't get into the awkwardness of telling people you don't know that you love them. Okay, I'm done. I promise.
I can't wait until we have fresh blueberries this summer. We have blueberry bushes in our backyard. And a pear tree. And garlic plants... which are weird because I didn't know that they were garlic. You pull them out of the ground like weeds! Clearly, I did not grow up in a farm/garden-type environment. Let's see, what else do we have? Peaches, tomatoes, cuccumbers, squash (my absolute all time favorite), zucchini (second fave), spinach, snap peas, jalapeno peppers, bell peppers, other kinds of peppers that I don't know what they are, have had watermelon but they didn't turn out too well, and a variety of herbs.
This post really took off in a different direction. Whatever. I don't live on a farm or anything, but I do live on a compound. And I grew up on a plantation. For real. Okay, so it is a plantation that was turned into a golf course country club type thing, but it is still a real plantation with a Manor House. And it is in a long line of old plantations. Lowcountry SC, y'all!
So, as I was saying, now I live on a compound. And there is a small garden. But that is behind my In Law's house. They live next door.
Wasn't I talking about baby food? I can't wait for all of those fresh veggies! I do wish I had a lime tree... that would be super awesome for vodka tonics, vodka sodas (sometimes with cranberry), Crown and ginger, and key lime pie.
Ladies and Gentlemen, this is true stream of consciousness that you are witnessing. You are welcome. And sometimes I really talk like this. Some find it irritating, some find it endearing. Take your pick. I just reread it and I find it highly annoying, so I apologize. But I can't delete it. I've come too far (Harold and Kumar Go To Whitecastle, anyone?)
Next week I will try to post something worth reading instead of having a brain explosion of useless bullshit all over my blog. I hope you still love me. Erm, nevermind, I won't get into the awkwardness of telling people you don't know that you love them. Okay, I'm done. I promise.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Restaurant Week- The Library at Vendue Inn
Restaurant Week starts this weekend! Yay! That means ridiculously low priced, three course meals at many of the fantastic restaurants all over the state. And our pick is...
The menu is as follows:
And we are doing the three courses with wine pairings. AND, as if that weren't enough, we are getting a room downtown so that we don't have to worry about driving all the way home! How exactly is this possible when we have an almost seven month old? He is going on a big boy adventure. My parents are taking him on vacation this weekend. I'm sad because I will miss him desperately, but I'm excited because Jax and I have a very nice weekend planned, including a visit to one of the rooftop bars with friends after dinner.
Did I mention that I'm going to miss him desperately? No amounts of fried green tomatoes or wine will change that. But I am certain that he will have a great weekend and be so excited to see his Mama and Daddy on Sunday.
I will tweet y'all, complete with pics, over the weekend to let you know how I'm holding up. Anyone want to take bets now on when I crack? Other than the obvious, when he leaves... oh God, I might just start the tears now!
The menu is as follows:
1st CourseFried Green Tomato & Crab Cake Stack5-Herb Cream & Red Pepper Rouille
Tuscan Calamari
Tossed With a Balsamic Glaze and Chiffonade of Basil
Tuscan Calamari
Tossed With a Balsamic Glaze and Chiffonade of Basil
2nd Course
Shrimp & Grits
Bacon Wrapped Pan Seared Shrimp, Jalapeño Cheddar Grits and Orange Horseradish Marmalade
Pan Seared Crab Cakes
Herb-Parmesan Jasmine Rice, Roasted Green Beans & Lemon-Chervil Beurre Blanc
Pork Tenderloin
Roasted Butternut & Apple Wood Smoked Bacon Hash, Collards, Apricot-Jalapeño Chutney
Greek Lamb Burger
All Natural Ground Lamb, Cucumber Salad, Feta Cheese, Rosemary Parmesan French Fries and Garlic Aioli
Shrimp & Grits
Bacon Wrapped Pan Seared Shrimp, Jalapeño Cheddar Grits and Orange Horseradish Marmalade
Pan Seared Crab Cakes
Herb-Parmesan Jasmine Rice, Roasted Green Beans & Lemon-Chervil Beurre Blanc
Pork Tenderloin
Roasted Butternut & Apple Wood Smoked Bacon Hash, Collards, Apricot-Jalapeño Chutney
Greek Lamb Burger
All Natural Ground Lamb, Cucumber Salad, Feta Cheese, Rosemary Parmesan French Fries and Garlic Aioli
3rd Course
Bourbon Pecan Chocolate Chip Pie
Vanilla Bean Ice Cream
Selection of Homemade Gelato
Choose Three of the Daily Offerings
Bourbon Pecan Chocolate Chip Pie
Vanilla Bean Ice Cream
Selection of Homemade Gelato
Choose Three of the Daily Offerings
And we are doing the three courses with wine pairings. AND, as if that weren't enough, we are getting a room downtown so that we don't have to worry about driving all the way home! How exactly is this possible when we have an almost seven month old? He is going on a big boy adventure. My parents are taking him on vacation this weekend. I'm sad because I will miss him desperately, but I'm excited because Jax and I have a very nice weekend planned, including a visit to one of the rooftop bars with friends after dinner.
Did I mention that I'm going to miss him desperately? No amounts of fried green tomatoes or wine will change that. But I am certain that he will have a great weekend and be so excited to see his Mama and Daddy on Sunday.
I will tweet y'all, complete with pics, over the weekend to let you know how I'm holding up. Anyone want to take bets now on when I crack? Other than the obvious, when he leaves... oh God, I might just start the tears now!
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