i've been tagged!
ML - I'll play!! Sorry it has taken me so long. I'm a slow runner and playing tag is not my cup of tea. But I'm no quitter!!
Seven Things to Do Before I Die:
1. Visit my maternal gradparents crypt
2. Go back to Germany
3. Take my kiddos to Disney World
4. Get another tattoo
5. Read The DaVinci Code
6. Lead a healthy lifestyle
7. Get to a weight that I feel comfortable with
Seven Things I Cannot Do:
1. Whistle
2. Walk in a straight line
3. Wake up without coffee
4. Sleep through the night (not my fault, but..)
5. Spell
6. Be graceful
7. Save money
Seven Things that Attract Me to My Spouse:
1. His eyes
2. His humor
3. The sex
4. How sensitive he is
5. The way he looks at me
6. The way he is a great daddy to J
7. The fact that he is my opposite
Seven Things I Say (or write!) Most Often:
1. NO
2. J
3. B
4. Seriously
5. Oh, yeah
6. Ugh.
7. Love you
Seven Books (or series) I Love:
1. Harry Potter by JK Rowling
2.
The Outlander Series by Diana Gabaldron
3.
The Talisman by Stephen King/Peter Straub
4. The Stephanie Plum Series by Janet Evanovich
5.
The Sookie Stackhouse Vampire Series by Charlaine Harris
6. Little Earthquakes, Good in Bed and In Her Shoes by
Jennifer Weiner (all by the same author...so it counts as one!)
7. Anita Blake Series by
Laurell K. HamiltonSeven Movies I Would Watch Over and Over Again:
1. Philedelphia
2. Napolean Dynamite
3. American History X
4. Old School
5. Crash
6. Charlie & the Chocolate Factory (Johnny Depp version)
7. Not that I could, but I HAVE to - Baby Einstein DVDs
Seven People I Want to Join in: (be tagged)
Ya'll who were tagged but did not follow through. Becky, Linds, Shannon, LizC...C'mon gals.
my little mover and shaker
It is not even 6:00 AM and I am laughing already this morning. I shouldn't be. Having a mobile baby is tough. Cute, but tough.
J just came to find me. I am in the office, she was playing nicely in the livingroom or toy room it should be called. J came as fast as anyone in fleece footie pajamas could army crawl. Oh and carrying a sock, yelling "MAMAMAMAMAMAMA" and tossing in a few spitty raspberries for good measure.
the talk
Hubby and I had our talk last night. A was finally feeling up to it. He came home around noon and slept and slept and slept. A feels and looks a lot better this morning.
I flat out asked him his plan and I flat out told him what would be ideal. I told him all my fears, all my reasons and everything. A asked if 2 years apart was reasonable. I said yes.
I would like to try for a boy this time around. Plus I would like to chart a bit to determine my actual ovulation time. I'll start all this around the time J is 1.
It feels good to figure things our and be on the same page.
close!
3:00 AM and J was up -
again! I seriously do not know what to do with this kid. I was cranky and tired and my body barely moved, but when I stood over the crib all that was forgotten.
"Nana," cried J.
My heart ached. I picked her up and kissed and hugged her tight against me. It was close and I knew what she ment.
i admit - i am needy
My eyelids are heavy and the baggage under my eyes is very unattractive. J was up every 2 hours last night. Teeth - the top ones I am guessing - are bothering her. She is a boogery mess. She is cranky and needy.
Sounds like me lately.
I want another baby. I wanted another one 6 weeks postpartum. Why? I want my kids close in age because I contribute age as one of the factors why my sister and I are not close. Not to mention K is the golden child and can do no wrong in my mother's eyes. I digress. I want my kids no more than 2 years apart. I want to be pregnant. I want to see my belly grow with child. A doesn't. Not right now. He is worried about money and how it is not fair to them (the kids) that we cannot provide everything for them. He comes from a family that had lots of children and lots of bad memories. I come from a family of two. We had what we needed, somethings that we wanted, but it was more about the good memories for me. I am crushed. This is the first time A has told me no in the 4.5 years we have been married. Not to mention the dating period of 5 years. I am in the mentality that we can do this. We were prepared for #1? No! But we are adjusting. Will we ever be 100% ready for #2? Probably not.
And the fact that my libido is way more than his is really getting to me. But the only right time to have sex is when
HE wants to. That pisses me off to no end. A is always "too tired" or I hear "later" or "we can't right now," but when he decides the time is right I always submit. Not anymore. I am sure my hold out will not last long as I have said before I am a needy person lately, but I can sure as hell try.
A left this morning without a good-bye or love you from me. I love him unconditionally, but just wasn't feeling the loving mood this morning. I was tired. I was cranky. I had no sleep last night as is everynight J is up during the work week whether I am working the next day or not. I was too worried about getting showered, ready, dressed, hair done, J fed, J clothed, car warmed up and us out the door by 7:45 AM. Did not happen, but we were close.
evoo diva
Rachel Ray would be proud! Maybe my endless love of cooking shows has some how migrated its way onto or into my daughter. J needs a teaspoon of oil - any oil will do - added to every 4 ounces of food. I, of course, opted for olive oil, but have learned that coconut oil is a great choice, too. Applesauce + oil, butternut squash + oil, the ever popular beef & carrots + oil. We need to add some calories to the little peanut's diet.
The relief of just a "caloric" issue is grand. But of course, more tests follow. We have a swallow test scheduled for the 20th of December. I feel confindent that it will not ammount to much. The hospital is one of the top 3 Children's hospitals in the country.
J doesn't seem to mind the EVOO. Believe me, it adds a lot to the bland shit she was previously eating. Much more than just calories.
the magic is back
I saw Santa this week and I cried. I got all teary eyed because the magic of the season is back in my life. I can't wait to have J's first visit with Santa soon. I can't wait to see her reaction on Christmas morning. I can't wait for the years to come when she is up at the butt crack of dawn.
Wait.
That is now.
Rather, up at the crack of dawn to open gifts that Santa has left under the tree.
But I will institute the rule my parents had - you cannot get mom and dad up before the coffee is made. Yes, at the ripe old age of 4, I knew how to make coffee.
