I've never believed that the "nesting" instinct of pregnant women really exists. I certainly never felt the uncontrollable urge to clean while I was pregnant with Dylan. When I had a free Saturday I would spend it resting or shopping or just watching telly and putting my feet up.
Christine has Dylan this morning. He spent the night there because Martin and I went out in Rotherham for Jen's birthday (posting pictures on Facebook soon). I woke up at about 7:30 this morning, and started cleaning when Martin went to work. I was just going to do the bathrooms and wash my front outside window, but I literally could NOT stop cleaning once I started. I did the kitchen from top to bottom, cleaned both bathrooms, did some laundry, folded clothes, tidied Dylan's room, vacuumed the stairs and all carpeted areas upstairs and down. I swept out my entrance way, vacuumed the sofa cushions, cleaned out the filters, and finally stopped because I can barely move. I want to do more, but know that I need to rest if I'm going to be able to take care of Dylan when Christine brings him home shortly.
I knew the whole time I was probably overdoing it, but I just wanted to keep going. I know I won't have a chance for a while once the baby is born, and I want everything as clean as possible before then. Plus, I keep thinking that if I stay really physically active it will bring on labor.
Tonight when Martin gets home I will have him help me work on our bedroom and organize underneath the stairs (that's a BIG job--it's our junk catcher).
So yeah, it appears that nesting isn't a myth--the phenomenon really exists, and it's hard to resist the urge once it hits!
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Fun at Baysgarth Park...
Dylan loves going down the slide!
I just loved this goofy looking face he pulled. I think Dylan's going to end up with his daddy's cheekbones!
Snowdrops are my favorite. They mean that winter is on it's way out and spring will be here soon. The crocus peaks out next, and then the daffodils. Spring in England is the best!
The snowdrops usually grow in clumps like this one, and it is beautiful when there are large drifts of them. They usually grow in the sheltered areas underneath large old trees, and it's like a blanket of white in old, established parks, stately homes, and church yards. Gorgeous!
Nursery progress...
First we had to take out the old kitchen units...
Then Martin knocked down the stud wall...
Then came the really fun job of stripping the old wallpaper and re-plastering the whole thing. Martin also built the closet during this stage, and we painted when it was finished...
The carpet was the fastest job of all. The underlay was down in a matter of minutes...
Now the carpet is down and we have started moving furniture back in and decorating the room. We've made some more progress since this picture was taken, but the camera battery died and I had to charge it up before I could take any more. I'll take some photos when we're all moved back in.
The nesting instinct is kicking in now that I am able to put things away. My favorite part of the room, other than it not being dirty and dusty, is definitely the built in closet. All of Dylan and Newbie's clothes have been put away. Even though there are no doors yet, it is so nice to not have to deal with a free standing wardrobe or chest of drawers. Built in is definitely the way to go!!!
We are getting our bedroom cleaned up now as well, since we are all moved back into our own rooms. I'm starting to feel much more prepared to bring a new baby home!
37 weeks...
My belly has dropped a couple of inches. I know it doesn't look like much, but it means that a lot of things are easier to do now--expecially holding Dylan as I can perch him on top of my belly instead of holding him on it! Unfortunately, that's also why I'm not sleeping well any more. Darn baby's head in my pelvis pushing it apart!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Communicating...
I can hardly believe how much Dylan is talking now!
Seriously, when we were in Utah for Christmas, he had a handle on his animal noises and was just starting to say "car," "truck," and "uh-oh!" I could hardly wait for him to be able to tell me when he wanted something and how he was feeling.
Now he is like a little parrot. He tries to repeat everything we say, and he understands a lot of it as well. I am able to give him simple instructions and he knows what I am saying. If I tell him to "take this to daddy in the kitchen," off he toddles into the kitchen. He doesn't always relinquish said item to daddy, but he knows that he's supposed to go in the kitchen and go to dad.
When we go out for walks, Dylan loves to use his words that he knows. He points to cars and houses and cats and dogs, excited that he knows what they are. We stop to look at flowers, and we point out people wearing hats. Sometimes he knows words that I didn't teach him-like when he all of a sudden knew what a "teddy" was a few days ago. It also seems like he has more interest in things when he knows what they're called. He's playing with all his stuffed animals now that they are teddies and not just toys!
Currently we're working on colors and also names. He's just starting to grasp that I'm mama, Martin is daddy, and he is Dylan. Sometimes he calls us both daddy, and sometimes he refers to all men as daddy. But he's getting it.
Dylan's mental development is even more amazing to observe than his physical development (though that is amazing as well). He watches everything. He copies everything, too. As observed when he learned to spit from Martin a few weeks ago. He is learning to describe the world around him, and he is learning how he fits in to it. I could sometimes sit and just watch him or talk to him all day.
Martin finished his safety passport course yesterday, and he said they watched a great video to teach them about lifting techniques. It was a bunch of toddlers running around and picking things up off the floor. They played it in slow motion and described the lifting techniques used. It seems that small children automatically do it "right." They stop, plant their feet, and squat to pick things up. Their back muscles haven't developed to the point that they can bend at the waist, and their center of gravity is better that way. I remember my choir teacher in high school, Mrs. Wallace, telling us that small children breathe correctly as well. It seems like we start out doing so many things right, and have to actually learn how to do them the "wrong" way from the people around us.
What a huge responsibility, to make sure my babies do things "right." I certainly don't feel up to the task most of the time. But I love trying to do it all the same, and I love staying home with my son so that I know exactly what he's learning during this period in his development. It's such a blessing and a privilege to be a stay at home mom.
Plus, my heart melts every time Dylan calls me mama and gives me a big hug and kiss. Motherhood doesn't come naturally to me, but I love it all the same.
Seriously, when we were in Utah for Christmas, he had a handle on his animal noises and was just starting to say "car," "truck," and "uh-oh!" I could hardly wait for him to be able to tell me when he wanted something and how he was feeling.
Now he is like a little parrot. He tries to repeat everything we say, and he understands a lot of it as well. I am able to give him simple instructions and he knows what I am saying. If I tell him to "take this to daddy in the kitchen," off he toddles into the kitchen. He doesn't always relinquish said item to daddy, but he knows that he's supposed to go in the kitchen and go to dad.
When we go out for walks, Dylan loves to use his words that he knows. He points to cars and houses and cats and dogs, excited that he knows what they are. We stop to look at flowers, and we point out people wearing hats. Sometimes he knows words that I didn't teach him-like when he all of a sudden knew what a "teddy" was a few days ago. It also seems like he has more interest in things when he knows what they're called. He's playing with all his stuffed animals now that they are teddies and not just toys!
Currently we're working on colors and also names. He's just starting to grasp that I'm mama, Martin is daddy, and he is Dylan. Sometimes he calls us both daddy, and sometimes he refers to all men as daddy. But he's getting it.
Dylan's mental development is even more amazing to observe than his physical development (though that is amazing as well). He watches everything. He copies everything, too. As observed when he learned to spit from Martin a few weeks ago. He is learning to describe the world around him, and he is learning how he fits in to it. I could sometimes sit and just watch him or talk to him all day.
Martin finished his safety passport course yesterday, and he said they watched a great video to teach them about lifting techniques. It was a bunch of toddlers running around and picking things up off the floor. They played it in slow motion and described the lifting techniques used. It seems that small children automatically do it "right." They stop, plant their feet, and squat to pick things up. Their back muscles haven't developed to the point that they can bend at the waist, and their center of gravity is better that way. I remember my choir teacher in high school, Mrs. Wallace, telling us that small children breathe correctly as well. It seems like we start out doing so many things right, and have to actually learn how to do them the "wrong" way from the people around us.
What a huge responsibility, to make sure my babies do things "right." I certainly don't feel up to the task most of the time. But I love trying to do it all the same, and I love staying home with my son so that I know exactly what he's learning during this period in his development. It's such a blessing and a privilege to be a stay at home mom.
Plus, my heart melts every time Dylan calls me mama and gives me a big hug and kiss. Motherhood doesn't come naturally to me, but I love it all the same.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Blog overkill...
I do realize that I have been posting nearly every day. But I know that I won't be posting much when the new baby gets here--at least not while we're settling in. Also, I seem to be pretty much glued to the sofa all day at the minute. I'm hugely pregnant and tired all the time. So I hope you all don't get too bored with me!
My midwife appointment went well yesterday. The birth plan is done, and it is pretty basic. The only thing I was worried about is that they would give me grief over my epidural. Last time it was like they got a bonus if you used gas and air for pain relief, and they pushed it like crazy. This time around, I told them I wanted to go straight to an epidural as gas and air made me sick and I spent most of my labor vomiting and I don't want diamorphine as it crosses the placenta to the baby. The midwife wrote it down, no questions asked. I guess they figure I know more about what works for me this time as it's not my first rodeo, so to speak.
The baby has dropped--big time! My belly is much lower down than it was last week, and bizarrely enough feels softer as well. In some ways I am more comfortable now. In others, not so much. The pelvic pain is really intense most nights and I am STILL not sleeping. My body wants to sleep little and often, probably in preparation for a newborn. Unfortunately, my lifestyle doesn't permit that. Good thing Dylan is the best toddler in the world. He's currently sitting next to me on the sofa and watching cartoons--happy as Larry.
Last night I sorted through some old paperwork that had been piling up and hemmed some curtains (been having strange bursts of energy). Martin called all of the people who are sending us medical bills to let them know we're involved in a dispute with our travel insurance and asked them to freeze our accounts. Everyone was good about it except for ONE, and they weren't nasty. They just said that they were unable to freeze our account. So that's a huge weight off our shoulders. The bank are claiming they didn't do anything wrong, so we are taking our dispute to the next level. I'll keep everyone posted.
I was watching Dylan playing this morning and thinking about when he was smaller. His back was to me, and I remembered the way his neck fascinated me--especially when he started holding it up more on his own. The way his skull connects to his spine is so beautifully elegant, and I used to just look at that one little part of him and think how amazing he was. I still feel that way, too. Every once in a while I'm still taken aback that he is my son-that his body was made inside mine. He is so perfect and beautiful, and I am so proud that I carried him and nurtured him for nine months and helped him be the way he is. And I am thrilled that I am doing it again!
Of course, the hard part is making sure the inside matches the outside now. I want him to be as beautiful as he looks!
And I have major anxiety that Newbie won't be as good looking. Could I love an ugly baby?
My midwife appointment went well yesterday. The birth plan is done, and it is pretty basic. The only thing I was worried about is that they would give me grief over my epidural. Last time it was like they got a bonus if you used gas and air for pain relief, and they pushed it like crazy. This time around, I told them I wanted to go straight to an epidural as gas and air made me sick and I spent most of my labor vomiting and I don't want diamorphine as it crosses the placenta to the baby. The midwife wrote it down, no questions asked. I guess they figure I know more about what works for me this time as it's not my first rodeo, so to speak.
The baby has dropped--big time! My belly is much lower down than it was last week, and bizarrely enough feels softer as well. In some ways I am more comfortable now. In others, not so much. The pelvic pain is really intense most nights and I am STILL not sleeping. My body wants to sleep little and often, probably in preparation for a newborn. Unfortunately, my lifestyle doesn't permit that. Good thing Dylan is the best toddler in the world. He's currently sitting next to me on the sofa and watching cartoons--happy as Larry.
Last night I sorted through some old paperwork that had been piling up and hemmed some curtains (been having strange bursts of energy). Martin called all of the people who are sending us medical bills to let them know we're involved in a dispute with our travel insurance and asked them to freeze our accounts. Everyone was good about it except for ONE, and they weren't nasty. They just said that they were unable to freeze our account. So that's a huge weight off our shoulders. The bank are claiming they didn't do anything wrong, so we are taking our dispute to the next level. I'll keep everyone posted.
I was watching Dylan playing this morning and thinking about when he was smaller. His back was to me, and I remembered the way his neck fascinated me--especially when he started holding it up more on his own. The way his skull connects to his spine is so beautifully elegant, and I used to just look at that one little part of him and think how amazing he was. I still feel that way, too. Every once in a while I'm still taken aback that he is my son-that his body was made inside mine. He is so perfect and beautiful, and I am so proud that I carried him and nurtured him for nine months and helped him be the way he is. And I am thrilled that I am doing it again!
Of course, the hard part is making sure the inside matches the outside now. I want him to be as beautiful as he looks!
And I have major anxiety that Newbie won't be as good looking. Could I love an ugly baby?
Monday, February 23, 2009
Progress...
Dylan loves climbing on top of the furniture almost as much as he likes crawling under it. I couldn't resist taking this picture--he has the cutest little bottom in the whole world!
I often look at pictures of myself and think that I need to wear more makeup. Or, in this case, that I need to wear makeup period. But I have so few pictures of me with Dylan that I wanted to post it anyway!
This is how the kids' room looked when we put Dylan to bed last night. The walls had been primed earlier (thanks Martin)and it was a BIG mess.
This is how the room looked when we went to bed. It is so beautiful in there I almost don't want to move Dylan back in.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Good news...
It's been a pretty rough day all 'round, but I'm not going to complain. Instead, I'll share some good news.
Up until Wednesday, Martin and I had no idea what we were going to call Newbie if he/she is a girl. As we sat in the cinema together reading the credits after our movie (that's how we picked Dylan's name, for those of you that didn't know), I told Martin I was really worried about it. 4 weeks away from my due date and we didn't have a name for a girl baby? What would we call her? In England you don't register the birth at the hospital. You have like 45 days to do it, but I didn't relish the prospect of calling our daughter "hey you."
So the film credits worked their magic again, and now we have first names for both sexes. It was really hard to decide this time. Martin and I just couldn't agree. I'm not posting the names in case someone doesn't like them and I feel compelled to change it again. But they're not strange ones. Probably a few people know already, but the rest of you will have to wait until the big day.
I will say this about my day--It has involved changing Dylan's sheets on his crib twice and there has been a significant lack of NAP! But Martin will be home soon and we are going to do some more painting in the kids' room, so it should improve soon. I really wish Martin didn't work 6 days a week. It would be lovely to have normal weekends like the rest of the civilized world.
By the way, my plastered walls look AMAZING with a coat of primer on them. I can hardly wait to see the finished product and get pictures posted. As I watched Martin painting last night, I was so proud of myself and all the hard work I put in on those walls. There's nothing quite like the satisfaction of a job well done!
Up until Wednesday, Martin and I had no idea what we were going to call Newbie if he/she is a girl. As we sat in the cinema together reading the credits after our movie (that's how we picked Dylan's name, for those of you that didn't know), I told Martin I was really worried about it. 4 weeks away from my due date and we didn't have a name for a girl baby? What would we call her? In England you don't register the birth at the hospital. You have like 45 days to do it, but I didn't relish the prospect of calling our daughter "hey you."
So the film credits worked their magic again, and now we have first names for both sexes. It was really hard to decide this time. Martin and I just couldn't agree. I'm not posting the names in case someone doesn't like them and I feel compelled to change it again. But they're not strange ones. Probably a few people know already, but the rest of you will have to wait until the big day.
I will say this about my day--It has involved changing Dylan's sheets on his crib twice and there has been a significant lack of NAP! But Martin will be home soon and we are going to do some more painting in the kids' room, so it should improve soon. I really wish Martin didn't work 6 days a week. It would be lovely to have normal weekends like the rest of the civilized world.
By the way, my plastered walls look AMAZING with a coat of primer on them. I can hardly wait to see the finished product and get pictures posted. As I watched Martin painting last night, I was so proud of myself and all the hard work I put in on those walls. There's nothing quite like the satisfaction of a job well done!
Friday, February 20, 2009
It's started now...
Not my labor, unfortunately. The pain is back!
I do feel grateful that it only just started this week. I was in agony for the last 8 weeks of my pregnancy with Dylan, and I have a miximum of 5 weeks to go with Newbie. My pelvis has started to seperate though, and sleeping is so painful! The pain I can deal with, but the sleeplessness that it causes is another story. I have always valued my sleep, and can handle just about anything as long as I am well rested. But for the last two nights I have only been able to catch about 5 hours as I am waking up every 90 minutes or so.
Mom has always told me that you forget the pain of labor and birth. I haven't forgotten that--it's as vivid as if it happened yesterday (of course, it was only 18 months ago so maybe it takes more time than that). What I HAD forgotten was how miserable pregnancy can be. My one hope is that this baby will be a little bit early, or even on time.
We had a visitor yesterday--a new friend from church named Noelle. She is a fellow North American, though she's from the east coast of Canada. She went to BYU though, so she sounds pretty Utah if you know what I mean. The Canadian slips out every once in a while, and she is much more British in her speech than I am. She's not married and has no kids, but she has fun hanging out with Dylan. We took him to the park and she stayed for dinner. It's nice to hang out with girl friends, and also nice to talk to grown ups during the day.
I have been absolutely foul to Martin this week, and I feel so bad about it. I am having raging pregnancy mood swings and the pain and lack of sleep are not helping. He is so great, and all I can do is snap at him. Last night he worked on the nursery and got it all ready to paint. Plus I had a craving for rocky road icecream (hard to get here) so he went to Tesco and bought chocolate icecream and marshmallows and MADE me rocky road icecream. You'd think I could at least be nice to him after that, but NO! I've never been nasty to him whilst pregnant before. Poor guy!
We will be doing the undercoat in the nursery tonight. I'm pretty excited about that. Maybe if I do some painting it will make me tired enough to sleep a little bit more. Once the nursery is painted and the carpet is down, we just have the stairwells to re-do and a coat of paint to throw up in a few rooms and the house is ready to put on the market. Then we can sell it and move home. Hooray!
Oh, and GOOD news in the UK housing market. House prices increased by 1.9% in January--it's the first time they haven't fallen in 10 months. If this trend continues, maybe we will be able to make a decent profit on our house. The more we can make on our house sale, the better off we'll be when we come back to Utah!
I do feel grateful that it only just started this week. I was in agony for the last 8 weeks of my pregnancy with Dylan, and I have a miximum of 5 weeks to go with Newbie. My pelvis has started to seperate though, and sleeping is so painful! The pain I can deal with, but the sleeplessness that it causes is another story. I have always valued my sleep, and can handle just about anything as long as I am well rested. But for the last two nights I have only been able to catch about 5 hours as I am waking up every 90 minutes or so.
Mom has always told me that you forget the pain of labor and birth. I haven't forgotten that--it's as vivid as if it happened yesterday (of course, it was only 18 months ago so maybe it takes more time than that). What I HAD forgotten was how miserable pregnancy can be. My one hope is that this baby will be a little bit early, or even on time.
We had a visitor yesterday--a new friend from church named Noelle. She is a fellow North American, though she's from the east coast of Canada. She went to BYU though, so she sounds pretty Utah if you know what I mean. The Canadian slips out every once in a while, and she is much more British in her speech than I am. She's not married and has no kids, but she has fun hanging out with Dylan. We took him to the park and she stayed for dinner. It's nice to hang out with girl friends, and also nice to talk to grown ups during the day.
I have been absolutely foul to Martin this week, and I feel so bad about it. I am having raging pregnancy mood swings and the pain and lack of sleep are not helping. He is so great, and all I can do is snap at him. Last night he worked on the nursery and got it all ready to paint. Plus I had a craving for rocky road icecream (hard to get here) so he went to Tesco and bought chocolate icecream and marshmallows and MADE me rocky road icecream. You'd think I could at least be nice to him after that, but NO! I've never been nasty to him whilst pregnant before. Poor guy!
We will be doing the undercoat in the nursery tonight. I'm pretty excited about that. Maybe if I do some painting it will make me tired enough to sleep a little bit more. Once the nursery is painted and the carpet is down, we just have the stairwells to re-do and a coat of paint to throw up in a few rooms and the house is ready to put on the market. Then we can sell it and move home. Hooray!
Oh, and GOOD news in the UK housing market. House prices increased by 1.9% in January--it's the first time they haven't fallen in 10 months. If this trend continues, maybe we will be able to make a decent profit on our house. The more we can make on our house sale, the better off we'll be when we come back to Utah!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
It's only fair...
I wasn't going to post this video, but Emma posted one on her blog of me and Helen (also heavily pregnant) dancing to that stupid Wii game. I figured it was only fair, seeing as how she knows how much I loathe and detest my pregnant body anyway and that I think pregnant women look ridiculous dancing! At least these two are nice and trim and aren't shaking the bulk of lady + baby. NOT nice, Emma, but I still love you.
36 weeks...
Getting big now! But I'm still smaller than I was with Dylan (I think). I'm certainly not feeling as big and uncomfortable as I was last time. All the same, looking forward to getting this one out soon.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
36 weeks and counting...
I can hardly believe it--I am 36 weeks pregnant today. My due date is a scant 4 weeks away, and I am full term in just 7 days time. I am terrified all of a sudden (though still anxious for this pregnancy to end)!
I have my hospital bag more or less packed. I just need to throw in some toiletries that I'm still using on a daily basis, so I can't finish until it's actually time to go. The baby clothes are all washed and folded up in the new closet that Martin built. I need to dig out the baby bath, but that won't need doing until a little bit later. The moses basket is all made up and lovely. Obviously, I don't have to worry about formula and bottles. I have newborn diapers and all the other disposable products I will need. Physically, I'm all ready for baby #2. Emotionally, well, that's another story.
The prospect of a demanding and sleepless newborn is daunting right now, when I barely have the energy to chase after Dylan. He's lovely, but some days are a lot of hard work. He's happy in front of the television, but I hate to have it on too much. We are down to about 1 1/2 hours a day at the minute. He has one show he watches before his bath. He also watches while I fix breakfast and lunch, and while I have my half hour of computer time in the morning. But he still likes to be carried down the stairs (perfectly happy to climb up them) and needs cuddles when he wakes up from his nap. How will I handle that when I am carrying a newborn around and constantly feeding him/her? When Dylan was small I fed him every 2 1/2 hours or so, and he fed for aobut 45 minutes at a time. Logistically, how is this going to work? ESPECIALLY if I have to have another c-section!!!
I am also worried that I won't have enough time to devote to both children. I love that Dylan and I have a special relationship and we have loads of giggles and cuddles. A new baby means I won't be able to devote myself so much to Dylan during the day. Will he be ok with that? And will I ever be able to develop that relationship with Newbie?
I'm sure everything will work out ok. It never ceases to amaze me what people are capable of. I hope I am the kind of person who steps up and gets it done when it needs to be, and I know we are all able to do so much more than we give ourselves credit for. But I'm still nervous!
We had a great evening yesterday. Caitlin Munday hosted a Chinese party. Emma cooked a feast. I contributed my home made Hong Kong style sweet and sour chicken, and the food was great. Then we put Dylan to bed and the kids all played upstairs while the grown-ups played on the Wii downstairs. I got some great video clips of Martin and Lewis doing a dancing game and singing Karaoke. After I have Martin take my 36 week belly pics I will post videos and pictures. We always have a good time at Lewis and Emma's house, even when we don't actually do anything!
Martin and I are going on a hot date tonight. Dylan is going over to Lewis and Emma's house while we go to a movie and cook each other dinner. I am in charge of dessert, and am making an apricot upside down cake with whole roasted hazelnuts. Sounds yummy, doesn't it? It's a new recipe, so we'll see. Oh the joys of having a hubby who works in a restaurant. We haven't spent Valentine's day together for years!
I have my hospital bag more or less packed. I just need to throw in some toiletries that I'm still using on a daily basis, so I can't finish until it's actually time to go. The baby clothes are all washed and folded up in the new closet that Martin built. I need to dig out the baby bath, but that won't need doing until a little bit later. The moses basket is all made up and lovely. Obviously, I don't have to worry about formula and bottles. I have newborn diapers and all the other disposable products I will need. Physically, I'm all ready for baby #2. Emotionally, well, that's another story.
The prospect of a demanding and sleepless newborn is daunting right now, when I barely have the energy to chase after Dylan. He's lovely, but some days are a lot of hard work. He's happy in front of the television, but I hate to have it on too much. We are down to about 1 1/2 hours a day at the minute. He has one show he watches before his bath. He also watches while I fix breakfast and lunch, and while I have my half hour of computer time in the morning. But he still likes to be carried down the stairs (perfectly happy to climb up them) and needs cuddles when he wakes up from his nap. How will I handle that when I am carrying a newborn around and constantly feeding him/her? When Dylan was small I fed him every 2 1/2 hours or so, and he fed for aobut 45 minutes at a time. Logistically, how is this going to work? ESPECIALLY if I have to have another c-section!!!
I am also worried that I won't have enough time to devote to both children. I love that Dylan and I have a special relationship and we have loads of giggles and cuddles. A new baby means I won't be able to devote myself so much to Dylan during the day. Will he be ok with that? And will I ever be able to develop that relationship with Newbie?
I'm sure everything will work out ok. It never ceases to amaze me what people are capable of. I hope I am the kind of person who steps up and gets it done when it needs to be, and I know we are all able to do so much more than we give ourselves credit for. But I'm still nervous!
We had a great evening yesterday. Caitlin Munday hosted a Chinese party. Emma cooked a feast. I contributed my home made Hong Kong style sweet and sour chicken, and the food was great. Then we put Dylan to bed and the kids all played upstairs while the grown-ups played on the Wii downstairs. I got some great video clips of Martin and Lewis doing a dancing game and singing Karaoke. After I have Martin take my 36 week belly pics I will post videos and pictures. We always have a good time at Lewis and Emma's house, even when we don't actually do anything!
Martin and I are going on a hot date tonight. Dylan is going over to Lewis and Emma's house while we go to a movie and cook each other dinner. I am in charge of dessert, and am making an apricot upside down cake with whole roasted hazelnuts. Sounds yummy, doesn't it? It's a new recipe, so we'll see. Oh the joys of having a hubby who works in a restaurant. We haven't spent Valentine's day together for years!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Being Dylan's mom...
As I was picking cottage pie out of my son's ear tonight, it suddenly occurred to me that I have never smiled so much in my life as I have since he was born.
Dylan makes me angry. He tears the house to pieces, plays in the trash, eats cheerios off the floor because he thinks it's fun, and demands my attention for around 12 hours of every day. But for all that, he makes me so happy! He makes me smile or laugh out loud at least 10 times a day, and I love him for that.
Even though Martin and I have hardly seen each other this Valentine's day, it's still been a great one. Dylan has been great and I've enjoyed my day--especially having him to myself this evening. We played in the bath and he showed me how he's starting to learn his colors. We sang the bicycle song together. We read stories and snuggled. I sang him a lullaby and got all the bed time kisses to myself.
I loved being a mother today!
Belly pics--35 weeks...
Bizarrely enough, my belly looked square that day. This kid is growing by leaps and bounds now, and I'm really feeling it. But still, only a month to go. And I could actually go in 11 days. Scary!!!
Dylan's latest animal noises...
Trying out the videos from the new camera--I hope this works OK because I really love this video. Dylan loves to perform and entertain, and he especially loves showing off his new skills.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Let it snow...
It's really snowing here. I don't mean the usual dusting of snow that barely covers the ground. I mean about 4 inches in the last 3 hours, and still going! It's a pretty good storm, even by Utah standards, and it's incredibly beautiful.
Today has been a bit of an emotional roller coaster for me. I had my hospital appointment and scan this morning, and everything is good there. The baby is growing beautifully according to the charts and is, in the words of the consultant, "bigger than average, but not bigger than normal." We tried to get a picture of Newbie's face, but he/she wasn't playing ball. My glucose tolerance test came back normal. I don't have gestational diabetes, I just have big babies. That was good news.
It all started going downhill when Dylan and I got home and he refused to take a nap. Instead, he cried for an hour. He was lovely when I got him out of his crib for snuggles, and we did have a really nice cuddle, but I have come to rely on that afternoon nap to get me through the day. So when Martin got home I was already worn out and stressed. Then, as we were about to leave the house to meet Gran and Grandad Gilbert, they called to postpone. They didn't want to make the drive in the snow. I guess I don't really blame them, but I have been looking forward to picking out carpet for a week now and was already emotional because of the lack of sleep.
Martin, being the amazing hubby that he is, made some last minute plans to get us out of the house for the afternoon. So we went to his parents' house for a while (and Dylan finally took a nap) to watch some TV shows that they recorded over Christmas for us. Then we picked up a Chinese takeaway and ate with the Mundays - Lewis (he was at work). Now Dylan is sleeping, and we are doing well. I've cheered up, and I'm going to be plastering the last of the kids' room tonight. Good times.
I've got some good videos to post on here if I can get it figured out. Plus some 35 week belly pictures. It might be tonight, but maybe later this week. It all depends how long it takes me to plaster, so we'll see.
Today has been a bit of an emotional roller coaster for me. I had my hospital appointment and scan this morning, and everything is good there. The baby is growing beautifully according to the charts and is, in the words of the consultant, "bigger than average, but not bigger than normal." We tried to get a picture of Newbie's face, but he/she wasn't playing ball. My glucose tolerance test came back normal. I don't have gestational diabetes, I just have big babies. That was good news.
It all started going downhill when Dylan and I got home and he refused to take a nap. Instead, he cried for an hour. He was lovely when I got him out of his crib for snuggles, and we did have a really nice cuddle, but I have come to rely on that afternoon nap to get me through the day. So when Martin got home I was already worn out and stressed. Then, as we were about to leave the house to meet Gran and Grandad Gilbert, they called to postpone. They didn't want to make the drive in the snow. I guess I don't really blame them, but I have been looking forward to picking out carpet for a week now and was already emotional because of the lack of sleep.
Martin, being the amazing hubby that he is, made some last minute plans to get us out of the house for the afternoon. So we went to his parents' house for a while (and Dylan finally took a nap) to watch some TV shows that they recorded over Christmas for us. Then we picked up a Chinese takeaway and ate with the Mundays - Lewis (he was at work). Now Dylan is sleeping, and we are doing well. I've cheered up, and I'm going to be plastering the last of the kids' room tonight. Good times.
I've got some good videos to post on here if I can get it figured out. Plus some 35 week belly pictures. It might be tonight, but maybe later this week. It all depends how long it takes me to plaster, so we'll see.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Now I know...
I have realized that the reason Dylan has bad days is to make me appreciate the good days even more!
He's spent the last week being such a difficult child. And now, well, yesterday and today, he's been the best toddler in the whole world. We're been listening to kid's music and he's just been dancing around and looking at books all afternoon. He took a two hour nap and has been really good with his food. He's been cuddly and loving and has been listening to me. Plus, after weeks of working on "please" and "thank you" he is starting to say them. He's starting to have nice manners!
I hope he keeps it up for a little while, because being his mom is such a delight when he's like this!!!
I'm going out to the cinema with the Relief Society this evening, so this day just keeps getting better and better. A good day with Dylan, stuff getting done on the house, and a night out with the ladies. The only way it could be any better is if I wasn't pregnant!!!
He's spent the last week being such a difficult child. And now, well, yesterday and today, he's been the best toddler in the whole world. We're been listening to kid's music and he's just been dancing around and looking at books all afternoon. He took a two hour nap and has been really good with his food. He's been cuddly and loving and has been listening to me. Plus, after weeks of working on "please" and "thank you" he is starting to say them. He's starting to have nice manners!
I hope he keeps it up for a little while, because being his mom is such a delight when he's like this!!!
I'm going out to the cinema with the Relief Society this evening, so this day just keeps getting better and better. A good day with Dylan, stuff getting done on the house, and a night out with the ladies. The only way it could be any better is if I wasn't pregnant!!!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Nothing special...
I'm very proud of myself this week. Last week when I started to feel my cold coming on, I increased my dosage of my steroids inhaler. My asthma flared up, but I am now almost completely recovered. I still have a few lingering traces of cold, but am feeling pretty good. Lucky for me, as it turns out, since I have hit that stage in my pregnancy.
All you ladies that have babies will know what I'm talking about. It's the point where things start to hurt and even doing simple daily tasks becomes a huge chore. You have to bend over funny to wash the dishes, hold your breath to shave your legs, and sometimes need help standing up if you've been sitting for a long time. The nervousness about bringing home a new baby is overshadowed by your desperate longing to get the kid out! Being pregnant isn't fun any more!!!
I thought I'd be doing my birth plan at the midwive's this week, but it's in two weeks time. That's pretty exciting. All of my vitals are good, and the baby seems to be thriving still. Good news--it's head down. I was pretty sure it was, since I've been getting tiny toes in my ribs for weeks now. The head isn't engaged, but it's probably big enough now that I don't have to worry about it being breach.
I have another ultrasound on Thursday--it should be my last one, and I'm looking forward to it. Hopefully they aren't so busy this time so I can request a picture of the baby's face. Last time they were so busy that I didn't want to impose.
In Dylan news, the terrible twos are hitting us early and with a vengence. Dylan is still a sweetie, but he is so willful and stubborn and I reach my wits' end with him on a fairly regular basis. He is just so stubborn!!! He is also getting a whole mouthful of teeth at the same time, and that's not helping. He's testing his limits daily, and I feel like all I do is tell him no. So frustrating, but the cuddles at the end of the day make it all worth it. Plus, I know that if we don't stick to our guns now we will end up with a little tyrant. It's critical for us to teach him and be consistent with him right now.
Martin is a super star! He is still only working part time, but has his safety passport course booked and will be (most likely) doing the shutdown work come April. In the mean time, he is cracking away on the closet in the kids' room. He nearly has it ready for me to finish off the plastering. We won't have it painted by the time we pick out the carpet, but we'll have it painted before the carpet is laid. It's going to be done really soon, and I have my lovely husband to thank for it. I don't deserve a husband this good!
So that's the update. Like I said, nothing special!
All you ladies that have babies will know what I'm talking about. It's the point where things start to hurt and even doing simple daily tasks becomes a huge chore. You have to bend over funny to wash the dishes, hold your breath to shave your legs, and sometimes need help standing up if you've been sitting for a long time. The nervousness about bringing home a new baby is overshadowed by your desperate longing to get the kid out! Being pregnant isn't fun any more!!!
I thought I'd be doing my birth plan at the midwive's this week, but it's in two weeks time. That's pretty exciting. All of my vitals are good, and the baby seems to be thriving still. Good news--it's head down. I was pretty sure it was, since I've been getting tiny toes in my ribs for weeks now. The head isn't engaged, but it's probably big enough now that I don't have to worry about it being breach.
I have another ultrasound on Thursday--it should be my last one, and I'm looking forward to it. Hopefully they aren't so busy this time so I can request a picture of the baby's face. Last time they were so busy that I didn't want to impose.
In Dylan news, the terrible twos are hitting us early and with a vengence. Dylan is still a sweetie, but he is so willful and stubborn and I reach my wits' end with him on a fairly regular basis. He is just so stubborn!!! He is also getting a whole mouthful of teeth at the same time, and that's not helping. He's testing his limits daily, and I feel like all I do is tell him no. So frustrating, but the cuddles at the end of the day make it all worth it. Plus, I know that if we don't stick to our guns now we will end up with a little tyrant. It's critical for us to teach him and be consistent with him right now.
Martin is a super star! He is still only working part time, but has his safety passport course booked and will be (most likely) doing the shutdown work come April. In the mean time, he is cracking away on the closet in the kids' room. He nearly has it ready for me to finish off the plastering. We won't have it painted by the time we pick out the carpet, but we'll have it painted before the carpet is laid. It's going to be done really soon, and I have my lovely husband to thank for it. I don't deserve a husband this good!
So that's the update. Like I said, nothing special!
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Belly pics...
Pregnancy seems to be agreeing mith me--at least on the days when I put makeup on! The belly is coming along nicely (and is still ever so slightly smaller than it was last time). My belly button looks like it is going to pop out this time. It never did with Dylan. A few stretch marks, but nothing too terrible. Weekly belly pictures to follow for the rest of the pregnancy, if anyone is interested. Leave comments and let me know!
Dylan and daddy time...
Just some cute pictures of Martin and Dylan. I especially like the bedtime kisses one!
Progress...
The plastering is done--more or less. The kids' room is coming together nicely. We are picking out carpet on Thursday, so we are hoping to have the painting done by then. We will have a finished room and be back in our own room by the time this baby is born. Wahoo!
Mr. Potato Head
Dylan's current favorite--the Mr. Potato Head Family. He is learning all about where stuff goes on your face with the toys as well. Although sometimes he gets confused and sticks the arms on top of the head, he usually gets stuff right.
Dylan in the Hot Dog van...
This little hot dog van is in front of Tesco, the supermarket where we do our shopping. Every week Dylan plays on the hot dog van while I get our shopping trolley and dry off the seat (if necessary) and get it ready to put him in. It's probably the highlight of our shopping trip for him!
Friday, February 06, 2009
Motherhood makes you do some gross things...
Poor Dylan woke up from his nap screaming this afternoon, and because I am intimate with the proper functioning of his bowels, I knew it was probably because he was constipated. He was sobbing and miserable and completely inconsolable. So I brought him downstairs and ran a warm bath for him. Then I put him in it just so he would poo.
So disgusting!!!
The worst part was, after he'd done the business (I knew he would) I scooped out the worst of it, drained the tub, rinsed it clean, and ran him a fresh bath to clean him off. And this I did on purpose.
But it worked, and he's happy as Larry now--just watching CBeebies and dancing whenever a song comes on.
I never in a million years thought I would be doing this. Not exactly one of my life goals, if you know what I mean. If I was the drinking type, I would seriously have one right now to mourn the loss of my self respect and dignity, not to mention hygeine.
So disgusting!!!
The worst part was, after he'd done the business (I knew he would) I scooped out the worst of it, drained the tub, rinsed it clean, and ran him a fresh bath to clean him off. And this I did on purpose.
But it worked, and he's happy as Larry now--just watching CBeebies and dancing whenever a song comes on.
I never in a million years thought I would be doing this. Not exactly one of my life goals, if you know what I mean. If I was the drinking type, I would seriously have one right now to mourn the loss of my self respect and dignity, not to mention hygeine.
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Drama, but NOT MINE!
Last night there was a bit of a kerfuffle on the street outside our house. It started at aorund 10 pm, with shouting and thumping noises, and someone shouting that he'd been run over. Martin peeked out the window and watched for a few minutes, then he called the police. They were doing their usual annoying switchboard trick of being more interested in getting the details of the person calling than in the actual problem (sorry Lewis, but it's true) when a couple officers showed up. Apparently they'd already been called.
There are a few boys who live down the street who are bad news. One of them got caught red-handed trying to burglarize the newly opened tattoo shop across the street and the owner pressed charges. The little punk is under aged and (probably) a first time offender, so got his wrist slapped and an ASBO (Google it--fascinating reading material). Bottom line--he's not doing time despite being caught in the act. And he knows who turned him in, so he and his mates have been terrorizing the shop owner. They've had their windows smashed in (house AND car) and apparently there was a big street brawl last week which involved knives and baseball bats and broken bottles.
I still don't know the details of what happened last night, but it involved the feud going on across the street. There was an ambulance parked outside our house for the better part of an hour. Is it sad that my biggest concern was for the well-being of my car? All I could think was, "please don't let my car windows be smashed in." Anyway, I'm hoping to get details from Lewis, our friendly neighborhood PCSO, this evening.
See what I mean? BIG drama.
Dylan is at the Mundays' house today--thank you Emma! I am still under the weather. The cold is nearly gone, but in typical Jamie style the asthma has flared up and I am struggling to breathe. It's not a terrible attack. Just one that leaves me breathless and a little bit miserable. I was so glad she offered to take him, since I had my pre-assessment with the anesthetist at the hospital today and didn't fancy dragging Dylan around with me for that.
The appointment went well. We discussed my options as far as pain relief during labor. The anesthetist assured me that having an epidural would still be ok for me--wouldn't hinder my chances of a successful VBAC at all. In fact, he actually recommended an epidural as it would make it easier if I had to be rushed to theater for another emergency c-section. Big relief for me, as I was worried that I would have to do it all natural and the prospect of a 9+ lb. baby with nopain relief was a little bit daunting. He was also much better than the midwives, who push for gas + air or morphine. He and I discussed how I didn't want gas and air because it makes me violently ill and I didn't want morphine because it crosses the placenta and the baby gets dosed as well. He actually agreed that if you are going for drugs, and epidural is the best option. Maybe he gets paid per procedure, but I don't think so. I think he is just smarter than stupid Ann the midwife (still can't stand that woman). Of course, if my scar tissue tears I will have to go under a general anasthetic for a section so they can do it faster. I've never been under a general before. Exciting, and weird to wake up from a drug induced sleep and have a baby. Hopefully that doesn't happen!
Martin is still doing handyman things at the Place. He's actually spent more time there in the past week than he did when he was working there full time--just at strange times. He fitted the deadbolt on the front door and also replaced a radiator that had been leaking for over a year. Now he's working on the closet in the kids' room. I feel so lazy, sitting here and watching him. I wish I felt good enough to help out, because there is a little bit of plastering that could be done if I felt up to anything more strenuous than sitting and typing or reading. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
I miss my baby! Can't wait to see him tonight when we go over to the Mundays' house. I needed this day to rest (and Emma you'll be pleased to hear that I have not done ANY housework at all), but I miss my little man when I don't see him for hours. He is such a joy to me, and a constant source of entertainment.
There are a few boys who live down the street who are bad news. One of them got caught red-handed trying to burglarize the newly opened tattoo shop across the street and the owner pressed charges. The little punk is under aged and (probably) a first time offender, so got his wrist slapped and an ASBO (Google it--fascinating reading material). Bottom line--he's not doing time despite being caught in the act. And he knows who turned him in, so he and his mates have been terrorizing the shop owner. They've had their windows smashed in (house AND car) and apparently there was a big street brawl last week which involved knives and baseball bats and broken bottles.
I still don't know the details of what happened last night, but it involved the feud going on across the street. There was an ambulance parked outside our house for the better part of an hour. Is it sad that my biggest concern was for the well-being of my car? All I could think was, "please don't let my car windows be smashed in." Anyway, I'm hoping to get details from Lewis, our friendly neighborhood PCSO, this evening.
See what I mean? BIG drama.
Dylan is at the Mundays' house today--thank you Emma! I am still under the weather. The cold is nearly gone, but in typical Jamie style the asthma has flared up and I am struggling to breathe. It's not a terrible attack. Just one that leaves me breathless and a little bit miserable. I was so glad she offered to take him, since I had my pre-assessment with the anesthetist at the hospital today and didn't fancy dragging Dylan around with me for that.
The appointment went well. We discussed my options as far as pain relief during labor. The anesthetist assured me that having an epidural would still be ok for me--wouldn't hinder my chances of a successful VBAC at all. In fact, he actually recommended an epidural as it would make it easier if I had to be rushed to theater for another emergency c-section. Big relief for me, as I was worried that I would have to do it all natural and the prospect of a 9+ lb. baby with nopain relief was a little bit daunting. He was also much better than the midwives, who push for gas + air or morphine. He and I discussed how I didn't want gas and air because it makes me violently ill and I didn't want morphine because it crosses the placenta and the baby gets dosed as well. He actually agreed that if you are going for drugs, and epidural is the best option. Maybe he gets paid per procedure, but I don't think so. I think he is just smarter than stupid Ann the midwife (still can't stand that woman). Of course, if my scar tissue tears I will have to go under a general anasthetic for a section so they can do it faster. I've never been under a general before. Exciting, and weird to wake up from a drug induced sleep and have a baby. Hopefully that doesn't happen!
Martin is still doing handyman things at the Place. He's actually spent more time there in the past week than he did when he was working there full time--just at strange times. He fitted the deadbolt on the front door and also replaced a radiator that had been leaking for over a year. Now he's working on the closet in the kids' room. I feel so lazy, sitting here and watching him. I wish I felt good enough to help out, because there is a little bit of plastering that could be done if I felt up to anything more strenuous than sitting and typing or reading. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
I miss my baby! Can't wait to see him tonight when we go over to the Mundays' house. I needed this day to rest (and Emma you'll be pleased to hear that I have not done ANY housework at all), but I miss my little man when I don't see him for hours. He is such a joy to me, and a constant source of entertainment.
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Sharing...
Dylan is getting pretty good at sharing stuff. He likes to share his food with other people, and he will occasionally offer his toys to other kids. Today his sharing is less adorable!
We both have pretty bad colds at the minute, and runny noses abound in our house. Dylan has started taking his, um, nasal excretions and wiping them under my nose. Kind of disgusting, even though he thinks he's being a good boy by sharing.
I know I've said it before, but there really is nothing harder than taking care of a sick baby while you are sick. Boy would I love a day off from being a mom right now. I would also love to NOT be pregnant or breastfeeding so I could take any medication I wanted to get feeling better. I have been either pregnant or feeding a baby for over two years now and I really miss my asthma drugs and Aleve.
I am so done with having kids after this one!
We both have pretty bad colds at the minute, and runny noses abound in our house. Dylan has started taking his, um, nasal excretions and wiping them under my nose. Kind of disgusting, even though he thinks he's being a good boy by sharing.
I know I've said it before, but there really is nothing harder than taking care of a sick baby while you are sick. Boy would I love a day off from being a mom right now. I would also love to NOT be pregnant or breastfeeding so I could take any medication I wanted to get feeling better. I have been either pregnant or feeding a baby for over two years now and I really miss my asthma drugs and Aleve.
I am so done with having kids after this one!
Monday, February 02, 2009
Arctic storms blast England!!!
I'm having a little giggle right now. We woke up to a light dusting of snow this morning, and it has been snowing off and on since we woke up. It's been business as usual in our house, except that instead of doing stay-and-play Dylan and I went grocery shopping because we were, quite literally, out of food! I dusted off the car and got on with it.
Just got on-line to check my e-mails, and read a quick news story about how this is the worst snow to hit Britain in years. Stop the presses--it's SNOWED IN LONDON! All bus services have been suspended, as well as some train lines. Schools and businesses are shut all over the City, and both runways, that's right, BOTH runways at Heathrow are closed. Because they got a little snow.
Granted, they don't have the means of snow removal here that we ahve back home. But it dropped 7 inches of snow overnight while we were in Utah, and nobody was even phased. It really was just business as usual there. I've said it before, but I'm gonna say it again. The way the people in this country react to a little snow is laughable. Rain? Hail? Sleet? Fog so thick that you can't see more than 3 feet in front of you? No problem! SNOW!!! Panic ensues!
I was thinking about rain on Saturday. I played the piano for my friend Helen's daughter's baptism, and the Primary children sang "I Like to Look for Rainbows." Some lovely lyrics there. "I want my life to be as clean as Earth right after rain..." But it's not really appropriate for England. In the desert when it rains it washes all the dust off everything and it really is clean and beautiful. When it rains over here, especially in Lincolnshire with all of it's industries, it just covers everything in a black, sticky paste. It's nasty!
Today is Martin's first day as a "partially employed" person. He spent an hour or so working on the closet while Dylan and I did our usual morning things (mostly just to keep ourselves out of Martin's way so he could crack on). Although we desperately need more money than he's going to make, it will be nice to have him here to either watch Dylan while I plaster or paint or to finish things off on the house. Plus, it was really good to have breakfast as a family this morning.
I read a sad statistic today. 41% of all parents in England spend less than 2 hours a day with their children and less than a third have regular meals as a family. I love staying home with my baby boy and can't imagine dropping him off every morning before breakfast and picking him up just in time for dinner, bath, and bed. Why have kids at all if you aren't going to bother raising them?
Anyway, time to go make some lunch. Life still revolves around feeding the family and cleaning up after them, but I'm OK with that today!
Just got on-line to check my e-mails, and read a quick news story about how this is the worst snow to hit Britain in years. Stop the presses--it's SNOWED IN LONDON! All bus services have been suspended, as well as some train lines. Schools and businesses are shut all over the City, and both runways, that's right, BOTH runways at Heathrow are closed. Because they got a little snow.
Granted, they don't have the means of snow removal here that we ahve back home. But it dropped 7 inches of snow overnight while we were in Utah, and nobody was even phased. It really was just business as usual there. I've said it before, but I'm gonna say it again. The way the people in this country react to a little snow is laughable. Rain? Hail? Sleet? Fog so thick that you can't see more than 3 feet in front of you? No problem! SNOW!!! Panic ensues!
I was thinking about rain on Saturday. I played the piano for my friend Helen's daughter's baptism, and the Primary children sang "I Like to Look for Rainbows." Some lovely lyrics there. "I want my life to be as clean as Earth right after rain..." But it's not really appropriate for England. In the desert when it rains it washes all the dust off everything and it really is clean and beautiful. When it rains over here, especially in Lincolnshire with all of it's industries, it just covers everything in a black, sticky paste. It's nasty!
Today is Martin's first day as a "partially employed" person. He spent an hour or so working on the closet while Dylan and I did our usual morning things (mostly just to keep ourselves out of Martin's way so he could crack on). Although we desperately need more money than he's going to make, it will be nice to have him here to either watch Dylan while I plaster or paint or to finish things off on the house. Plus, it was really good to have breakfast as a family this morning.
I read a sad statistic today. 41% of all parents in England spend less than 2 hours a day with their children and less than a third have regular meals as a family. I love staying home with my baby boy and can't imagine dropping him off every morning before breakfast and picking him up just in time for dinner, bath, and bed. Why have kids at all if you aren't going to bother raising them?
Anyway, time to go make some lunch. Life still revolves around feeding the family and cleaning up after them, but I'm OK with that today!
Saturday, January 31, 2009
A little bit of truth, courtesy of Emma...
NINE WORDS WOMEN USE
(1) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.
(2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.
(3) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.
(4) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!
(5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)
(6) That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.
(7) Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome'. that will bring on a 'whatever').
(8) Whatever: Is a woman's way of saying F--- YOU!
(9) Don't bother : Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to # 3.
(1) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.
(2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.
(3) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.
(4) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!
(5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)
(6) That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.
(7) Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome'. that will bring on a 'whatever').
(8) Whatever: Is a woman's way of saying F--- YOU!
(9) Don't bother : Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to # 3.
Friday, January 30, 2009
My adorable son!
Dylan has been just about the cutest little boy int he whole world this morning (aside from refusing to eat his oatmeal at breakfast)! I decided that my bathroom and kitchen were a disgrace, as is the rest of the house, and needed to be cleaned purely for our health and safety. So Dylan and I skipped stay-and-play and tidied up instead. Not the most fun morning, right? But Dylan had a great time! He ran around with a mini bottle of disinfectant and a lambs wool duster and copied everything I did. He LOVES dusting, and I really like letting him "help" me.
He actually is starting to be a help rather than a hindrance when it comes to house work. As he understands more of what I say, he can shut cupboards for me and hand me clothes that need to be folded. I think it's good for him to do it, too. Not just so he learns how to clean, though that is really good! He is learning very basic and important things, like "open" and "closed" and colours (like when I ask him to hand me the green shirt).
He really is like a little sponge at the minute. He absorbs everything that we say, even when we think he is ignoring us. And he's starting to parrot us like crazy. He's just learned how to say "go" and "wahoo!" He also likes to play with keys, and I now have to lock the front door AND hang my keys up where he can't reach them. Dylan is way too smart for his own good!
We were watching video clips of him last night from when he was about 6 months old, and Martin actually got a little misty eyed. He said, "I don't want him to grow up," and I smiled and told him it was OK, that we'd have another tiny one in just a few months. "I know," he said, "but I want Dylan to stay little." Wow, I don't! I love it that he's becoming so independent. But I know what he means. I think I'm finally learning to appreciate the little things that happen every day.
Motherhood is still the hardest thing I've ever done, but I have moments when it is the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me!
In mundane daily news, Martin got most of the holes in the ceiling of the kids' room patched last night. He was miserable doing it (have I mentioned that he HATES plastering?) but he got it done. Just one large hole and then a few tiny ones to go. He also got most of the closet framed out. I think two more big pieces to attach to the walls and then the side bits to hang the shelves on and we are ready to do exterior stuff. Then it's painting and carpet. I'm so excited to have it done.
I was working on making a new cover for the moses basket for Newbie. Emma gave me her old one, but I'm not particularly fond of the cover. So I ripped it apart and am using it as a pattern for a new one that's going to be all ivory with a crochet trim. I'll be cutting it out tonight and sewing it up early next week. Then it'll have to be blanket stitched and the crochet edge done, but I'll have time to do that on car journeys and while I'm resting. It's good to keep my hands busy.
Still no luck on jobs for Martin, but we are still hopeful. And still no word on the complaint with our bank about travel insurance. I'm optimistic about that, as well. I hope it goes well, because the ambulance bill was a LOT higher than I thought it'd be. Like scarily high! Martin nearly hit the roof when I told him how much it was. Everything else was about what I expected it to be--some of it was less. But the ambulance, well, I know what I want to do when we move back. The crew must make BANK!
Anyway, time to dash now. It's feeding time at the zoo, and I have to try and come up with a meal that is fairly nutritious that Dylan will actually eat, since breakfast was a bit smaller than usual. My life is totally consumed with feeding this kid!
He actually is starting to be a help rather than a hindrance when it comes to house work. As he understands more of what I say, he can shut cupboards for me and hand me clothes that need to be folded. I think it's good for him to do it, too. Not just so he learns how to clean, though that is really good! He is learning very basic and important things, like "open" and "closed" and colours (like when I ask him to hand me the green shirt).
He really is like a little sponge at the minute. He absorbs everything that we say, even when we think he is ignoring us. And he's starting to parrot us like crazy. He's just learned how to say "go" and "wahoo!" He also likes to play with keys, and I now have to lock the front door AND hang my keys up where he can't reach them. Dylan is way too smart for his own good!
We were watching video clips of him last night from when he was about 6 months old, and Martin actually got a little misty eyed. He said, "I don't want him to grow up," and I smiled and told him it was OK, that we'd have another tiny one in just a few months. "I know," he said, "but I want Dylan to stay little." Wow, I don't! I love it that he's becoming so independent. But I know what he means. I think I'm finally learning to appreciate the little things that happen every day.
Motherhood is still the hardest thing I've ever done, but I have moments when it is the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me!
In mundane daily news, Martin got most of the holes in the ceiling of the kids' room patched last night. He was miserable doing it (have I mentioned that he HATES plastering?) but he got it done. Just one large hole and then a few tiny ones to go. He also got most of the closet framed out. I think two more big pieces to attach to the walls and then the side bits to hang the shelves on and we are ready to do exterior stuff. Then it's painting and carpet. I'm so excited to have it done.
I was working on making a new cover for the moses basket for Newbie. Emma gave me her old one, but I'm not particularly fond of the cover. So I ripped it apart and am using it as a pattern for a new one that's going to be all ivory with a crochet trim. I'll be cutting it out tonight and sewing it up early next week. Then it'll have to be blanket stitched and the crochet edge done, but I'll have time to do that on car journeys and while I'm resting. It's good to keep my hands busy.
Still no luck on jobs for Martin, but we are still hopeful. And still no word on the complaint with our bank about travel insurance. I'm optimistic about that, as well. I hope it goes well, because the ambulance bill was a LOT higher than I thought it'd be. Like scarily high! Martin nearly hit the roof when I told him how much it was. Everything else was about what I expected it to be--some of it was less. But the ambulance, well, I know what I want to do when we move back. The crew must make BANK!
Anyway, time to dash now. It's feeding time at the zoo, and I have to try and come up with a meal that is fairly nutritious that Dylan will actually eat, since breakfast was a bit smaller than usual. My life is totally consumed with feeding this kid!
Monday, January 26, 2009
Some of the earlier progress on the plastering in the kids' room. All the walls are done now--just the ceiling to patch and the wardrobe to finish. Then it's paint and carpet and furniture back in. Wahoo--we're really getting there!
Nanna and Grandad Priestley gave this chair to Dylan for Christmas, and he loves it!
Nanna does her best to keep Smudge from licking Dylan's ears to death. Sometimes she succeeds!
Martin and Lewis enjoy a rousing game of Mario Cart. They even got ME to play a game--a rare event, indeed!
The results of using a belt sander without the bag attachment in an enclosed space. Not recommended!
Dylan sans trousers and looking like he's about to run a marathon!
Dylan enjoys his refried beans for dinner tonight. Filthy dirty, and he STILL looks beautiful!
I'm NOT crazy...
Martin and I just spent around 45 minutes searching for our car keys. I was the last one to drive, and (for the first time) didn't hang them up in the key box. I thought Dylan took them somewhere so we dug through his toy box and looked in all the little nooks and crannies that he likes to stash stuff in. Martin asked me if I left them in the car door or something (could have happened as I don't have keyless entry so have to lock it manually). I was thinking that I'd lost my mind and that I'd left the keys in the car. I was all worried that someone had taken the keys out and was planning on coming back later tonight and driving our car away. Then Martin stuck his hand in his pocket and, voila, he found the keys.
So yeah, I'm NOT crazy. He must have picked the keys up off the coffee table and put them in his pocket instead of putting them away. I think he feels a bit silly now.
We went in for our doctor's appointments today, and they went really well. I had my glucose tolerance test, and Dylan saw the pediatrician. My results will take a little while, and they said that they will only contact me if the result is bad. But my fasting blood sugar level was apparently really good. I read the first 20 chapters of "Pride and Prejudice" while I was waiting to have my blood drawn again, and got plenty of rest and time to myself. Martin was in charge of the pediatrician appointment.
And, it's official, Dylan is extremely healthy! He's weighing in at a stunning 28 lbs. 5 oz. and is just over 82 cm tall (just shy of 3 feet). His development is completely normal and there is absolutely nothing wrong with him! Dr. Devlin said he didn't want to give him an MRI at this point as he would have to go under a general anesthesia so he would hold still and it's not worth the risk if he's not still having seizures. Fair enough. We are going to be sen again in three months' time just to double check everything, but we pretty much don't need to worry about it.
Martin has started assembling the wardrobe in the kids' room. He is struggling to get much done on it in the evenings because it's noisy work and we don't want to wake Dylan. And we've decided he should get that done before we paint so we can just do it all at once, so work has slowed down somewhat. But he pre-cut all the wood (still re-using the stuff from the suspended ceiling that we took down in the front room) and it's coming together nicely. It's going to be so nice to have closets again! That's one of the drawbacks of living in a really old house--complete lack of storage. We're planning a trip to IKEA next week to visit the bargain corner and get some scrap wood for doors and shelves, etc.
I also saw the asthma nurse, Diane, at the clinic today. She has given me the go-ahead to reduce the dosage on my steroid inhaler since I am doing so well now. She is really hopeful, as am I, that my asthma should improve drastically once the baby is born. She also said that it'll be interesting to see how my asthma changes when I go through menopause. Great--I have THAT to look forward to, as well. I'm just not supposed to stop using the steroid inhaler cold turkey, but I have no desire to do that after the problems that I had in Utah when I forgot to use it. I AM looking forward to coming off it completely when the baby is born though.
I hope everyone enjoys the pictures. Dylan loves refried beans, but he's not very good at spooning them in his mouth. Plus, he was VERY tired at dinner tonight--short nap because of the hospital appointment and because he walked everywhere at the hospital and wore himself out. I also got a few good shots of Martin using the music room as his work room to sand down the timber for the wardrobe.
So yeah, I'm NOT crazy. He must have picked the keys up off the coffee table and put them in his pocket instead of putting them away. I think he feels a bit silly now.
We went in for our doctor's appointments today, and they went really well. I had my glucose tolerance test, and Dylan saw the pediatrician. My results will take a little while, and they said that they will only contact me if the result is bad. But my fasting blood sugar level was apparently really good. I read the first 20 chapters of "Pride and Prejudice" while I was waiting to have my blood drawn again, and got plenty of rest and time to myself. Martin was in charge of the pediatrician appointment.
And, it's official, Dylan is extremely healthy! He's weighing in at a stunning 28 lbs. 5 oz. and is just over 82 cm tall (just shy of 3 feet). His development is completely normal and there is absolutely nothing wrong with him! Dr. Devlin said he didn't want to give him an MRI at this point as he would have to go under a general anesthesia so he would hold still and it's not worth the risk if he's not still having seizures. Fair enough. We are going to be sen again in three months' time just to double check everything, but we pretty much don't need to worry about it.
Martin has started assembling the wardrobe in the kids' room. He is struggling to get much done on it in the evenings because it's noisy work and we don't want to wake Dylan. And we've decided he should get that done before we paint so we can just do it all at once, so work has slowed down somewhat. But he pre-cut all the wood (still re-using the stuff from the suspended ceiling that we took down in the front room) and it's coming together nicely. It's going to be so nice to have closets again! That's one of the drawbacks of living in a really old house--complete lack of storage. We're planning a trip to IKEA next week to visit the bargain corner and get some scrap wood for doors and shelves, etc.
I also saw the asthma nurse, Diane, at the clinic today. She has given me the go-ahead to reduce the dosage on my steroid inhaler since I am doing so well now. She is really hopeful, as am I, that my asthma should improve drastically once the baby is born. She also said that it'll be interesting to see how my asthma changes when I go through menopause. Great--I have THAT to look forward to, as well. I'm just not supposed to stop using the steroid inhaler cold turkey, but I have no desire to do that after the problems that I had in Utah when I forgot to use it. I AM looking forward to coming off it completely when the baby is born though.
I hope everyone enjoys the pictures. Dylan loves refried beans, but he's not very good at spooning them in his mouth. Plus, he was VERY tired at dinner tonight--short nap because of the hospital appointment and because he walked everywhere at the hospital and wore himself out. I also got a few good shots of Martin using the music room as his work room to sand down the timber for the wardrobe.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Musings...
My husband is such a great father! Dylan absolutely adores his daddy. They play together and have such a great time. Martin lets him help out with the DIY he does in the evenings and it's so adorable to watch them. Martin is incredibly patient with him, helping him hold the ruler and mark bits of wood for cutting, and then praising him for doing well. He is fantastic at bath time and at bed time and he is always willing to change dirty diapers.
That said, sometimes I wish he was that attentive as a husband. It's probably just raging pregnancy hormones, but I am feeling neglected lately.
Take tonight, for instance. It's Friday night and Dylan is tucked up in bed. I've spent a romantic evening with me, myself, and I, finishing the plastering in the kids' bedroom. Martin went in to Grimsby to play squash and have a quick drink with Steve.
I don't begrudge him the time out. He's been planning it for three weeks now, and he doesn't often go out. But he spent my birthday at a church meeting, and the following night (the one we planned to just chill out and watch movies together all snuggled up on the sofa) was when the car broke down on the side of the road and we didn't get home until late. Yesterday was all about doing some more plastering and working on the closet for the kids' room, and I was upstairs all evening while Martin was downstairs. We didn't even see each other until I came down to wash out my plaster bucket.
I really feel like Martin and I have been focusing so much on being good parents and getting stuff done on the house that we have forgotten to be a good husband and wife to each other.
I guess I'm just feeling lonely.
On a positive note, I finished the big plastering stuff in the back room tonight. I've just got a few holes to patch, but I can't do those until Martin does some work first. We're ready to start painting, and then it will be just a case of putting that closet together and getting the carpet laid. Martin's grandparents have offered to pay for it, so that's going to be the easiest bit. Most places do free installation, so I can stand back and watch somebody else do all the work with that one.
We are going to have Martin's grandad Priestley help us wallpaper the stairwells, and then those will need painting. I'm hoping to have them done by the time the baby is born. Once that's done, the house will be sell-able. There are a few bits and pieces to finish off--fresh paint and carpet cleaning and just generally making the house look more homey and inviting. It'll be nice to finally have this finished and be able to concentrate on something else--like getting Martin's green card and having a baby. And, of course, getting ready to move back to Utah.
We got the car fixed today, and it mercifully cost less to fix it than we thought it would. We had to replace the muffler, but the exhaust pipe was still usable. We had them check a slow leak on one of our tyres, and it turns out that it wasn't a puncture--the tyre had just slipped off the rim a little bit and had to be eased back on. It only ended up costing us an extra £5. Now the car is nice and quiet again, and we won't have to put air in the tyres every 5 days or so.
Dylan was really cute at stay and play today. He has started singing to himself when he is playing with toys, and I love listening to him! He was also really good at home. He's actually been an angel all day long. We've played and napped and had snacks and been for a couple of walks. We sang songs and read books together. He watched CBeebies while I went on line and rested. He's so good at entertaining himself, but so much fun to play with as well. I really do love being his mom.
Speaking of which, he has just started calling me "mom." He's been calling Martin "dad" for weeks now. It's funny that he calls us mom and dad, not mommy or daddy. He also says "cat" instead of "kitty" and "dog" instead of "doggy." He says grown up words instead of baby words. I guess that's because Martin and I don't really use baby talk with him. That's not a bad thing, though.
Anyway, it's late and I'm going to try to get some sleep. Wish me luck--the pelvis is starting to hurt at night now and sleep is becoming elusive!
That said, sometimes I wish he was that attentive as a husband. It's probably just raging pregnancy hormones, but I am feeling neglected lately.
Take tonight, for instance. It's Friday night and Dylan is tucked up in bed. I've spent a romantic evening with me, myself, and I, finishing the plastering in the kids' bedroom. Martin went in to Grimsby to play squash and have a quick drink with Steve.
I don't begrudge him the time out. He's been planning it for three weeks now, and he doesn't often go out. But he spent my birthday at a church meeting, and the following night (the one we planned to just chill out and watch movies together all snuggled up on the sofa) was when the car broke down on the side of the road and we didn't get home until late. Yesterday was all about doing some more plastering and working on the closet for the kids' room, and I was upstairs all evening while Martin was downstairs. We didn't even see each other until I came down to wash out my plaster bucket.
I really feel like Martin and I have been focusing so much on being good parents and getting stuff done on the house that we have forgotten to be a good husband and wife to each other.
I guess I'm just feeling lonely.
On a positive note, I finished the big plastering stuff in the back room tonight. I've just got a few holes to patch, but I can't do those until Martin does some work first. We're ready to start painting, and then it will be just a case of putting that closet together and getting the carpet laid. Martin's grandparents have offered to pay for it, so that's going to be the easiest bit. Most places do free installation, so I can stand back and watch somebody else do all the work with that one.
We are going to have Martin's grandad Priestley help us wallpaper the stairwells, and then those will need painting. I'm hoping to have them done by the time the baby is born. Once that's done, the house will be sell-able. There are a few bits and pieces to finish off--fresh paint and carpet cleaning and just generally making the house look more homey and inviting. It'll be nice to finally have this finished and be able to concentrate on something else--like getting Martin's green card and having a baby. And, of course, getting ready to move back to Utah.
We got the car fixed today, and it mercifully cost less to fix it than we thought it would. We had to replace the muffler, but the exhaust pipe was still usable. We had them check a slow leak on one of our tyres, and it turns out that it wasn't a puncture--the tyre had just slipped off the rim a little bit and had to be eased back on. It only ended up costing us an extra £5. Now the car is nice and quiet again, and we won't have to put air in the tyres every 5 days or so.
Dylan was really cute at stay and play today. He has started singing to himself when he is playing with toys, and I love listening to him! He was also really good at home. He's actually been an angel all day long. We've played and napped and had snacks and been for a couple of walks. We sang songs and read books together. He watched CBeebies while I went on line and rested. He's so good at entertaining himself, but so much fun to play with as well. I really do love being his mom.
Speaking of which, he has just started calling me "mom." He's been calling Martin "dad" for weeks now. It's funny that he calls us mom and dad, not mommy or daddy. He also says "cat" instead of "kitty" and "dog" instead of "doggy." He says grown up words instead of baby words. I guess that's because Martin and I don't really use baby talk with him. That's not a bad thing, though.
Anyway, it's late and I'm going to try to get some sleep. Wish me luck--the pelvis is starting to hurt at night now and sleep is becoming elusive!
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Looking up...
Sorry I was so doom and gloom on my birthday. It was just kind of a rough day because of the lack of sleep, and today doesn't look like it's going to be much better in that regard. Dylan got a late night because we had some car trouble (though not nearly as bad as last time) and he woke up early. Couple that with late pregnancy insomnia, and it adds up to a pretty long day. But we aren't expecting any company today, so I'll get a nap with Dylan.
We had our house valued on Tuesday, and it was OK news. If we were to sell our house tomorrow, as is, without doing ANYTHING else to it, apparently we could expect to get £80-85,000 for it. Not bad, considering we bought it for £70,000 at nearly the peak of housing prices in the UK three years ago and the market has fallen around 20% since then. If we finish our current projects and give everything a quick coat of fresh paint, we can expect around £95-100,000. We don't need to spend much money to finish it, either. It's mostly just hard work that's involved, and we can do that! We are aiming for an April "launch date" for the house sale (recommended by the estate agent).
So if the housing market hadn't crashed, we would have nearly doubled our money on our house. That's really good--we had anticipated doing just that! And, I am going to have a few other estate agents come and do the valuation once we are done with the renovations just to get a feel for what they have to say. We'll decide who we're going to list with at that point.
My birthday ended up being very productive, anyway. I got half of the really long wall in the nursery plastered, and it's looking very good! I would have finished the long wall last night, but we drove in to Grimsby to spend some Freshney Place vouchers we got from the Gilbert grandparents for Christmas. I had my eye on some pajamas (haven't had any new ones since Christmas '04) so we popped in and then had dinner with Cathy. On the way home, between Stallingborough and Immingham, the back box on the exhaust fell off our car. It seems the exhaust pipe had rusted through. We were on a back road and not going too fast though, so the back box just needs re-securing. We will need a new exhaust pipe to fix it to, though. Exciting stuff! So we called Laurie and Christine and the AA. Christine gave me and Dylan a ride home, and Laurie helped Martin finish taking the back box off (it was dragging) and we are going to get the cr in to the shop today. So annoying, more than anything!
Martin may have found some lucrative work, even though it's temporary. They are planning a shut down on the refinery and need temporary workers for it. It would be 12 hours a day and 13 days work with one day off at a time. Plus, the supervisor lives in Hull and would be able to pick Martin up for work every day since it's on his way. And Martin would earn in 6 weeks what he normally earns in 16 weeks. That work wouldn't start until April, but he still has the part time option at the Place. There might be some work on the refinery in the mean time, as well. He just has to get a safety passport first, which shouldn't be too hard.
So things are looking up. I would be on my own with Dylan and the new baby, but Christine has offered lots of help and I will certainly take her up on it. Plus, I am still trying to get my mom over here. That would be even better!
Anyway, it's time for me to make Dylan's breakfast. We are both starving and it's got to be oatmeal. He sleeps better after lunch if he's had a huge breakfast!
Happy sleeping, I hope!
We had our house valued on Tuesday, and it was OK news. If we were to sell our house tomorrow, as is, without doing ANYTHING else to it, apparently we could expect to get £80-85,000 for it. Not bad, considering we bought it for £70,000 at nearly the peak of housing prices in the UK three years ago and the market has fallen around 20% since then. If we finish our current projects and give everything a quick coat of fresh paint, we can expect around £95-100,000. We don't need to spend much money to finish it, either. It's mostly just hard work that's involved, and we can do that! We are aiming for an April "launch date" for the house sale (recommended by the estate agent).
So if the housing market hadn't crashed, we would have nearly doubled our money on our house. That's really good--we had anticipated doing just that! And, I am going to have a few other estate agents come and do the valuation once we are done with the renovations just to get a feel for what they have to say. We'll decide who we're going to list with at that point.
My birthday ended up being very productive, anyway. I got half of the really long wall in the nursery plastered, and it's looking very good! I would have finished the long wall last night, but we drove in to Grimsby to spend some Freshney Place vouchers we got from the Gilbert grandparents for Christmas. I had my eye on some pajamas (haven't had any new ones since Christmas '04) so we popped in and then had dinner with Cathy. On the way home, between Stallingborough and Immingham, the back box on the exhaust fell off our car. It seems the exhaust pipe had rusted through. We were on a back road and not going too fast though, so the back box just needs re-securing. We will need a new exhaust pipe to fix it to, though. Exciting stuff! So we called Laurie and Christine and the AA. Christine gave me and Dylan a ride home, and Laurie helped Martin finish taking the back box off (it was dragging) and we are going to get the cr in to the shop today. So annoying, more than anything!
Martin may have found some lucrative work, even though it's temporary. They are planning a shut down on the refinery and need temporary workers for it. It would be 12 hours a day and 13 days work with one day off at a time. Plus, the supervisor lives in Hull and would be able to pick Martin up for work every day since it's on his way. And Martin would earn in 6 weeks what he normally earns in 16 weeks. That work wouldn't start until April, but he still has the part time option at the Place. There might be some work on the refinery in the mean time, as well. He just has to get a safety passport first, which shouldn't be too hard.
So things are looking up. I would be on my own with Dylan and the new baby, but Christine has offered lots of help and I will certainly take her up on it. Plus, I am still trying to get my mom over here. That would be even better!
Anyway, it's time for me to make Dylan's breakfast. We are both starving and it's got to be oatmeal. He sleeps better after lunch if he's had a huge breakfast!
Happy sleeping, I hope!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Turning the big 30...
Well, I have to say that this has been one of the crappiest birthdays ever!
Martin was at work all day. Jan took me out to lunch, but Dylan was a nightmare the entire time because she was running late and lunch cut in to his nap time. Then Gran and Grandad came up, which made it so I couldn't get a nap while Dylan did (he also woke up twice in the night and got up early this morning, so sleep deprivation was a major issue). I DID get some lovely presents, but I had to cook dinner for the family, and then Martin had to go to a church meeting in Scunthorpe. That's where he is now, so I am on my own with Dylan for his bath and bed time. Oh, and did I mention that the little munchkin is teething? I don't anticipate Martin coming home before 10 pm. I'm probably going to spend my birthday evening on my own plastering the bedroom. Then I will probably get a bath and go to bed early. Great, huh?
I didn't really WANT to do much for this birthday. I'd rather it hadn't happened, to be honest. I feel so old anyway, with the pregnancy and third trimester exhaustion/insomnia. Everyone says that you're only as old as you feel, but that doesn't help you feel any better when you feel about 65!!! But, low expectations and all, I really fancied a quiet evening at home with my husband, curled up on the sofa with a mug of hot chocolate and watching a girlie movie. Instead I get a night of single parenting and solitary plastering.
I think the only worse birthday I've had was my 21st, when I was living on my own at the Grand Canyon and worked a back to back shift. Though the night is young, so maybe this one will turn out to be worse than that one. It's hard to say.
The exhaustion mixed with the overall disappointment about the day has made me emotional, and I feel like the reality of everything that's currently happening in our lives just hit. We are broke, we have huge medical bills to pay from our trip to Utah, Martin is losing his job, and we have a new baby coming in just 8 weeks. I'm so overwhelmed today and I just want to cry!
Sorry about the whining everybody. I'm sure tomorrow will be a better day (as long as Dylan actually sleeps tonight) and things won't look so daunting. I just needed to get that off my chest, and now I need to give my whiny baby his bath and get him to bed.
Wish me happy and successful plastering.
Martin was at work all day. Jan took me out to lunch, but Dylan was a nightmare the entire time because she was running late and lunch cut in to his nap time. Then Gran and Grandad came up, which made it so I couldn't get a nap while Dylan did (he also woke up twice in the night and got up early this morning, so sleep deprivation was a major issue). I DID get some lovely presents, but I had to cook dinner for the family, and then Martin had to go to a church meeting in Scunthorpe. That's where he is now, so I am on my own with Dylan for his bath and bed time. Oh, and did I mention that the little munchkin is teething? I don't anticipate Martin coming home before 10 pm. I'm probably going to spend my birthday evening on my own plastering the bedroom. Then I will probably get a bath and go to bed early. Great, huh?
I didn't really WANT to do much for this birthday. I'd rather it hadn't happened, to be honest. I feel so old anyway, with the pregnancy and third trimester exhaustion/insomnia. Everyone says that you're only as old as you feel, but that doesn't help you feel any better when you feel about 65!!! But, low expectations and all, I really fancied a quiet evening at home with my husband, curled up on the sofa with a mug of hot chocolate and watching a girlie movie. Instead I get a night of single parenting and solitary plastering.
I think the only worse birthday I've had was my 21st, when I was living on my own at the Grand Canyon and worked a back to back shift. Though the night is young, so maybe this one will turn out to be worse than that one. It's hard to say.
The exhaustion mixed with the overall disappointment about the day has made me emotional, and I feel like the reality of everything that's currently happening in our lives just hit. We are broke, we have huge medical bills to pay from our trip to Utah, Martin is losing his job, and we have a new baby coming in just 8 weeks. I'm so overwhelmed today and I just want to cry!
Sorry about the whining everybody. I'm sure tomorrow will be a better day (as long as Dylan actually sleeps tonight) and things won't look so daunting. I just needed to get that off my chest, and now I need to give my whiny baby his bath and get him to bed.
Wish me happy and successful plastering.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Progress...
Christine took Dylan for a few hours yesterday so Martin and I could get some work done on the house. Martin finished tucking away the wires for the electrical sockets in the nursery, and I plastered the wall. Whew--it was HARD work.
I love plastering, even though it is difficult and a little bit boring. It's not a job for the truly impatient person either, so I have decided that I am not impatient. I just don't do delayed gratification very well. I like plastering, even though it takes a lot of patience, because the results are immediately apparent. You finish, and it looks ten times better than it did before. Plus, it is finished. I know that I will not have to re-plaster that wall ever again. It's a good feeling.
I did another wall--or rather, most of another wall--this evening. It was about an hour and a half of work, and I am pleasantly tired because of it. Martin tidied up the front room while I was doing it since he doesn't plaster and didn't have anything he could get done tonight. He is going to start building the closet in there tomorrow or the next day. Getting that room finished would be a great birthday present, so I don't mind spending my birthday doing DIY.
I am kind of sad that we are just getting the house really nice to live in and then we are going to sell it. We've put in a lot of work on this place! But it has all been to enable us to get something fantastic when we move back home, so it's worth it.
Julia, the part timer at the Place, has decided (with her husband) to buy the lease on the Place. She will manage it, but they offered Martin a job. His hours would be cut in half and his pay would go down to minimum wage, but his hours would increase later on as they have big plans. It's totally nice of them to offer, but it wouldn't be enough money for us to survive and keep our house. The job hunt continues, but I am really pleased for Julia and her family all the same. It's such a good opportunity for them, and they are perfectly set up to do it. Their kids are older, and old enough to help out with the business. He is a policeman and she has been a stay-at-home mom for years, and now that the kids are older she has the time to take on something like that. Plus, the Place just needs somebody who cares about it to really take off. I'm pleased that Karen will still have a job, as well. It works out great for everybody but us.
So that's the skinny on the Gilbert household. We've got a busy week coming up, with midwife appointments, a house valuation, my birthday, and job hunting (not to mention as much DIY as we can cram in and possibly a trip to Ikea in Leeds). I'm already tired!
I love plastering, even though it is difficult and a little bit boring. It's not a job for the truly impatient person either, so I have decided that I am not impatient. I just don't do delayed gratification very well. I like plastering, even though it takes a lot of patience, because the results are immediately apparent. You finish, and it looks ten times better than it did before. Plus, it is finished. I know that I will not have to re-plaster that wall ever again. It's a good feeling.
I did another wall--or rather, most of another wall--this evening. It was about an hour and a half of work, and I am pleasantly tired because of it. Martin tidied up the front room while I was doing it since he doesn't plaster and didn't have anything he could get done tonight. He is going to start building the closet in there tomorrow or the next day. Getting that room finished would be a great birthday present, so I don't mind spending my birthday doing DIY.
I am kind of sad that we are just getting the house really nice to live in and then we are going to sell it. We've put in a lot of work on this place! But it has all been to enable us to get something fantastic when we move back home, so it's worth it.
Julia, the part timer at the Place, has decided (with her husband) to buy the lease on the Place. She will manage it, but they offered Martin a job. His hours would be cut in half and his pay would go down to minimum wage, but his hours would increase later on as they have big plans. It's totally nice of them to offer, but it wouldn't be enough money for us to survive and keep our house. The job hunt continues, but I am really pleased for Julia and her family all the same. It's such a good opportunity for them, and they are perfectly set up to do it. Their kids are older, and old enough to help out with the business. He is a policeman and she has been a stay-at-home mom for years, and now that the kids are older she has the time to take on something like that. Plus, the Place just needs somebody who cares about it to really take off. I'm pleased that Karen will still have a job, as well. It works out great for everybody but us.
So that's the skinny on the Gilbert household. We've got a busy week coming up, with midwife appointments, a house valuation, my birthday, and job hunting (not to mention as much DIY as we can cram in and possibly a trip to Ikea in Leeds). I'm already tired!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Hospital appointment...
I have a great family in England!!!
Laurence came over this morning and watched Dylan for me while I went to my hospital appointment. He also fixed my oven while he was here (the thermostat was broken). Christine is coming over tonight to watch Dylan while Martin and I go out on a date (she bought us tickets to see a pantomime--I'll have Martin explain that one later). What superstars!
So my hospital appointment was good. The scan was a bit of a disappointment because they were in a big hurry and I didn't feel like I could ask them to take the time to let me see Newbie's face. But I was amazed to see the difference that 10 weeks has made in terms of development. The baby was all fleshed out and chubby looking-completely adorable. And I have another scan booked four weeks from now. I also have a glucose tolerance test booked for the 26th (which happens to be the same date that Dylan sees the pediatrician).
Dr. Roberts, the consultant at the hospital, was really nice. He must have been having a bad day when I saw him during my pregnancy with Dylan, because I wasn't terribly impressed by him then. And he gave me good news. This baby is measuring on the big side of "average," but it's not as big as Dylan would have been at this stage of pregnancy (based on his birth weight). So I'm still on track to try and avoid a c-section. I thought I was a bit smaller this time around. Mostly because I haven't had strangers ask me if I'm having twins, but I also feel smaller and I'm not as uncomfortable as I got last time--yet.
In other news, Martin found out last night that Nadine is going to close the Place. The last day will be next Saturday. Julia, one of the part time employees, might take the lease over with her husband, so things might stay the same. But we aren't holding our breath, and Martin is looking for something new. Obviously, he has been looking around for wuite some time. But he's REALLY looking now. He'll get two weeks of redundancy pay, so we'll have a month without too much stress before things get scary.
Also, we couldn't speak to anyone at the bank on Tuesday. We've got an appointment this afternoon, so I'll keep everyone posted on that front as I learn more.
Life is pretty exciting right now. Kind of sucks!
Laurence came over this morning and watched Dylan for me while I went to my hospital appointment. He also fixed my oven while he was here (the thermostat was broken). Christine is coming over tonight to watch Dylan while Martin and I go out on a date (she bought us tickets to see a pantomime--I'll have Martin explain that one later). What superstars!
So my hospital appointment was good. The scan was a bit of a disappointment because they were in a big hurry and I didn't feel like I could ask them to take the time to let me see Newbie's face. But I was amazed to see the difference that 10 weeks has made in terms of development. The baby was all fleshed out and chubby looking-completely adorable. And I have another scan booked four weeks from now. I also have a glucose tolerance test booked for the 26th (which happens to be the same date that Dylan sees the pediatrician).
Dr. Roberts, the consultant at the hospital, was really nice. He must have been having a bad day when I saw him during my pregnancy with Dylan, because I wasn't terribly impressed by him then. And he gave me good news. This baby is measuring on the big side of "average," but it's not as big as Dylan would have been at this stage of pregnancy (based on his birth weight). So I'm still on track to try and avoid a c-section. I thought I was a bit smaller this time around. Mostly because I haven't had strangers ask me if I'm having twins, but I also feel smaller and I'm not as uncomfortable as I got last time--yet.
In other news, Martin found out last night that Nadine is going to close the Place. The last day will be next Saturday. Julia, one of the part time employees, might take the lease over with her husband, so things might stay the same. But we aren't holding our breath, and Martin is looking for something new. Obviously, he has been looking around for wuite some time. But he's REALLY looking now. He'll get two weeks of redundancy pay, so we'll have a month without too much stress before things get scary.
Also, we couldn't speak to anyone at the bank on Tuesday. We've got an appointment this afternoon, so I'll keep everyone posted on that front as I learn more.
Life is pretty exciting right now. Kind of sucks!
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Pictures from the Gilbert family Christmas...
Dylan has developed a charming new habit of cramming all his food into his mouth at once. He does it mostly with toast (but I'll let him off, since he's also learned how to say "toast" and it's very helpful!)
The newest "toy" at Nanna's house. Christine got it to put Dylan in when she has him and needs to take the dog for a walk, and Dylan loves it!
Dylan opens his new bath toy, from Auntie Cathy. She also gave us a family gift of the Mr. Potato Head family, and Dylan and Martin have had hours of fun with it already!
Dylan checks out one of his new books with daddy
Dylan had a captive audience whilst opening this lot of Christmas presents!
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Good and bad news...
So the good news is that Dylan saw our GP today and we got a referral to see the pediatrician at the hospital really easily. I just told him what had happened and said the magic words, "they couldn't find a medical reason for the seizures," and Dr. Wellings said, "Right. You need a referral to the pediatrician." I'm definitely learning how to navigate the bureaucracy that is the NHS, and I was really pleased.
The bad news is that the insurance company called last night and told us that Dylan wasn't covered on our travel insurance policy. This leaves us with approximately $6000 in medical bills for a two day period. Martin asked me to go see someone at our bank today, and gave me permission to be "as nasty as you want." That's something, coming from Martin. I can be pretty nasty. Though I'm out of practice, having been on my best behavior since moving to England (remember how I have been trying to IMPROVE peoples' impression of Americans over here?). I've been gearing up for it all day, and will be speaking to them in about 45 minutes. They pretty much gave us the wrong insurance policy and since we left the following day, the first chance we had to read all the details was AFTER Dylan had his seizures.
But on another happy note, I am having my third ultrasound on Thursday and Martin and I are going on a date later that night. Plus, my father-in-law is coming over to fix my oven. The thermostat on it is broken, and it is REALLY difficult to bake stuff as a result. He bought the part for it last week and is going to install it when he comes over to watch Dylan while I go in for my ultrasound. Martin can't get the time off work to come with me this time.
So I've been feeling a lot of pressure to find out the sex of the baby. The family were kind of pushing about it, and now Emma has started as well. It's so tempting right now, because I have seen some adorable baby clothes and Martin and I are getting really close to actually decorating the nursery (the big constructino stuff should get finished this weekend). But I've decided that I am sticking to my decision not to find out. So people, stop pestering me!!!
Must run--got to go shout at people and be a nasty, pushy American. Wish me luck everybody!!!
The bad news is that the insurance company called last night and told us that Dylan wasn't covered on our travel insurance policy. This leaves us with approximately $6000 in medical bills for a two day period. Martin asked me to go see someone at our bank today, and gave me permission to be "as nasty as you want." That's something, coming from Martin. I can be pretty nasty. Though I'm out of practice, having been on my best behavior since moving to England (remember how I have been trying to IMPROVE peoples' impression of Americans over here?). I've been gearing up for it all day, and will be speaking to them in about 45 minutes. They pretty much gave us the wrong insurance policy and since we left the following day, the first chance we had to read all the details was AFTER Dylan had his seizures.
But on another happy note, I am having my third ultrasound on Thursday and Martin and I are going on a date later that night. Plus, my father-in-law is coming over to fix my oven. The thermostat on it is broken, and it is REALLY difficult to bake stuff as a result. He bought the part for it last week and is going to install it when he comes over to watch Dylan while I go in for my ultrasound. Martin can't get the time off work to come with me this time.
So I've been feeling a lot of pressure to find out the sex of the baby. The family were kind of pushing about it, and now Emma has started as well. It's so tempting right now, because I have seen some adorable baby clothes and Martin and I are getting really close to actually decorating the nursery (the big constructino stuff should get finished this weekend). But I've decided that I am sticking to my decision not to find out. So people, stop pestering me!!!
Must run--got to go shout at people and be a nasty, pushy American. Wish me luck everybody!!!
Saturday, January 10, 2009
The closest thing to an apology...
Today I ran into my old Volvo boss, Alan, on my way to Tesco with Dylan. It was a little bit surreal.
We had a nice chat. I introduced him to Dylan, and asked about his family. He talked about when we worked together, and I got the closest thing to an apology for the way I was treated there that I have ever received. He told me that he had made a lot of mistakes in that job, and had regrets about the way certain people were allowed to behave.
I walked away from him smiling. My time at Volvo was hellish, and it seems like so long ago, but it was still nice to have my shoddy treatment acknowledged as such.
In other news, Dylan is readjusting to life and time back in England really well. He woke up in the middle of the night last night because he was hungry. Martin had to work today, so I got up with him. I cooked him breakfast and we watched music videos together until he got tired again. We cuddled and I sang him to sleep, and he didn't wake up until after 10 am. He's eaten regular meals today as well, and we took a lovely nap together. He's almost been on his normal schedule, and if he sleeps tonight we will be back on track. I haven't minded taking care of him at all though--I will do whatever it takes to keep him healthy and happy.
We are going to bed soon, because I want to be rested in case Dylan wakes up. Church should be interesting tomorrow!
We had a nice chat. I introduced him to Dylan, and asked about his family. He talked about when we worked together, and I got the closest thing to an apology for the way I was treated there that I have ever received. He told me that he had made a lot of mistakes in that job, and had regrets about the way certain people were allowed to behave.
I walked away from him smiling. My time at Volvo was hellish, and it seems like so long ago, but it was still nice to have my shoddy treatment acknowledged as such.
In other news, Dylan is readjusting to life and time back in England really well. He woke up in the middle of the night last night because he was hungry. Martin had to work today, so I got up with him. I cooked him breakfast and we watched music videos together until he got tired again. We cuddled and I sang him to sleep, and he didn't wake up until after 10 am. He's eaten regular meals today as well, and we took a lovely nap together. He's almost been on his normal schedule, and if he sleeps tonight we will be back on track. I haven't minded taking care of him at all though--I will do whatever it takes to keep him healthy and happy.
We are going to bed soon, because I want to be rested in case Dylan wakes up. Church should be interesting tomorrow!
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