The other night I had a dream. A fabulous dream. When I woke up, I felt happy and refreshed. What was this dream about? Running.It was all I did the entire duration of my dream and it wasn't from something scary. Instead, it was just one long run after another as I took in local scenery and running in places, I have never been. It felt so freeing. Sometimes, I was running while pregnant and other times I was back to my old self. No matter what I felt exhilarated. I cannot tell you how much I miss being out there. I look longing at other runners. When the weather is that perfect combination of sunny and just a bit cool outside I long for it even more. I am deeply jealous of H's freedom when he runs. Just like drinking it is another thing I cannot do right now.I tried to keep running. It was … [Read more...]
The Jug O’ Pee
I've admitted before that this third pregnancy (Baby Trois) is kicking my ever-expanding ass. Months of nausea that seemed endless through the gray winter months nearly did me in. I gratefully accepted a pass into the second trimester and now at 27 weeks we begin a new journey, even if it is for just a day.What's that song about "twenty-four little hours"? Right, Dinah Washington, 'What a Difference a Day Makes." Well, we shall soon see.Today I begin a 24-hour urinalysis. TMI? Too bad. It's my blog. Check the labels. From this morning until I wake up tomorrow I have to pee into a bright biohazard orange jug. A jug o' pee, if you will. Tomorrow after dropping TD off at school I will head to the lab, give them my jug and have some blood drawn … [Read more...]
Diary of a Weakling
MondayDear Diary,It's Monday and I'm determined to keep up with the flow of this house and two children. Yes, the idea of going to the mechanic's is not ideal during nap time but we'll prevail.....Right?Heh.TuesdayDear Diary,Today the girls and I went for a twenty minute walk. I can do this. I don't need the gym. We'll save money during my suspended membership and we'll all get fresh air. Pushing the stroller and walking at a snails pace will be just fine. I'll do all six loads of laundry and the girls and I will spend loads of time playing together too.WednesdayDear Diary,Um..I might have overdone it with the walking, the laundry, the doing every day things. I've got a cold now and woke myself up from a nap due to snoring. The girls were … [Read more...]
Giving Number Three Some Attention
I've been in Florida this past week. I should be soaking up the rays from the sun but the windy temps have kept me working away at my laptop in the confines of my hotel room. I've ventured out for meals and post-dinner exploring with H, but not much else. If it sounds like a drag it isn't. I'm reveling in the fact that I can get this much work done. I'm booked for trips through April now and I feel alive again. I feel like Vicky and not a drone. I've accomplished tasks and feel like my brain is no longer mush. On my jaunts out for lunch and dinner I've tasted some amazing food at local venues (quiche to die for and a chocolate cake that made me smile for almost an hour straight) and enjoyed the warmer temps and ability to wear wedge heels without chasing a tiny being around and … [Read more...]
Maybe Toothpicks Will Work?
There is a scene in 'The Way We Were' where K-k-k-katie finds Hubble asleep on a bar stool in the midst of a roaring party. I can relate. These days I seem to fall asleep no matter where I am or what I'm doing. For example:Maryland played Virginia Tech on Saturday. It was a tied game all the way through. I tweeted to other like-minded bloggers to my hearts content and was really into the game. It went into DOUBLE OVERTIME and just in the last minute. Well, I don't know what happened. The phone slipped from my hands as I lay down on the couch and just like that I missed the end of the game. I woke up minutes later to see the score on the screen. Maryland had won but I had missed it. All that excitement and I couldn't stay … [Read more...]
Wall Snot & Dust Bunnies
I don't know how it's possible but I'm nesting. Already. I'm barely four months pregnant and I can't stop organizing and cleaning. My perfume is no longer French gardens after a monsoon but vinegar and earth-friendly toilet cleaner. One day I'm ripping apart The Comedian's closet or sending TD under the crib to retrieve lost baby socks and the next I'm wiping snot off of the walls. Yeah...no one tells you just how disgusting kids can be, do they? I mean dirty diapers, the spitting up you are prepared for, but wiping nose gremlins off your four year old's bedroom wall? That's just not something I thought I would ever have to do or use a putty knife to do it. Did I mention the crusted milk I removed from each and every slat on The Comedian's crib? Yup. I scraped that off … [Read more...]
Overheards- I’m Huge
Yesterday, I took the girls out for some play time with friends at an indoor play area. While there a young woman struck up a conversation with my friend and me. When she found out I was having my third she looked at me and said, "Wow! You are showing already! You are going to be HUGE!" I smiled through my teeth and laughed it off thinking, "Sweetie, I'm still smaller than you. And ten years older."Cut to this morning when H said to me, "You're my hot wife." I smirked and jokingly asked, "Even though I'm already SO HUGE?" He replied, "You're not that huge."Excuse me, what?He then said, "Wait. No, wait! What?! I didn't. I'm so confused. It's still dark out, it's too early. Don't get mad at me already...."Well, if I'm huge now then wait … [Read more...]
Trying to Come Back
When I first found out I was pregnant with this newest addition to our clan I still felt fine. I vowed that I would keep running, I wouldn't slow down with my workout routines and I would do a 5k every few months to keep me motivated.I might be walking those 5k's now. Once I'm "with child" as H loves to call it, I become incredibly sick. Unless I'm asleep, I'm sick. I throw up a lot and I spontaneously gag whenever, wherever. It's really sexy. The idea that I would be "Super Prego!" with this third pregnancy suddenly became laughable. I get so sick that water gives me heartburn. I'm on medication just so I can act like a somewhat competent parent, take care of the kids, make their food and keep some of my own food down. Bagels are my … [Read more...]
Is There a Plan C?
A week or so ago I mentioned that I had some "stunning" news. That news would be that after the debacle that was Mirena and some malfunctions on Lifestyles part and Plan B, it has come to our notice that now we need a Plan C. I'm pregnant. This my friends, was not planned. We, well I, was done. No more pregnancies, no more babies and puking up my insides for months on end. No more ginormous boobs to contend with as well as puffiness, cankles, or pants that don't stay up. My breeding days were over. Ha! I feel like the Grand Pumpkin that comes to life in the Simpsons Treehouse of Horrors spoof. He is fed pumpking bread by Milhouse and then screams, "Revenge!" and sets out to eat all the little children at the Halloween party. Yes, Lifestyles and … [Read more...]
Why I Spat also known as My New Job
As if reviewing products, making vain attempts to make you all laugh on a daily basis, writing for other websites and more I've decided to take on yet another new job. In the coming months you will notice that at different times in this space there will be teasers regarding my adventures with my past pregnancies, being genotyped and a whole other realm of experiences I have had relating to both subjects. I'm working with 23andMe to help them establish their online pregnancy community. It is our hope that through this venue more patterns can be established, links built and research can be done relating to women's health and pregnancy.If you want to read my first post, 'Why I Spat', "Good genes or bad genes I am not sure there is such a thing. It is a vast lottery of our pasts and our future … [Read more...]