The other day H bought two pairs of pants. Turns out he didn't like them so much (I seriously don't want to meet the person who is that long in the crotch) and they needed to be returned. Easy peasy he thought. "I'll just return them when we go to the grocery store today." I know you are all like "What?!" (cue Aziz Ansari's voice.) "Returning pants at the grocery store? Where the hell do you shop for food?" Hold up. There's a men's clothing store next door. And yes, we sometimes all go to the grocery store together because "it's fun." Heh. We have some dinner, the kids eat like zombies in front of a TV blaring Nick Jr (unheard of in our house) and then we shop. Don't hate. I know you want to live like this. It's tres glamorous.So the … [Read more...]
Just One More Week
There is much screaming in my house these days. I think if you stand on the walkway at about 10 a.m on any given morning you might stare up at our front door and think you are about to enter a fun house or even a haunted house at a theme park. It sounds just like that. The girls, the brood, the pack that now roams my house are a loud lot. The yelling is incessant and it makes my head hurt and my shoulders hunch up to my ears which are probably about to start pouring blood. As you can tell I don't get much time for blogging these days. I looked at the mothers slogging up the block to the bus stops with their kids today with open jealousy glaring off my face. It is not that I wish TD would "just grow up already!" It is more that I am craving routine. … [Read more...]
One Week Down
It's hard to believe that one week ago today The Fifth Element entered this world. Before I couldn't imagine her in it. Today, I already cannot fathom the idea of her not being part of our family. In just a few quick years we went from a family of two, plus one insane dog, to a family of five. It absolutely blows my mind. I still refuse to drive a minivan. Love how everyone looks so well rested in this photo except for me. Shortly after this picture was taken I passed out for an almost two hour nap. More to come. … [Read more...]
The Deep End
We had incredible storms here yesterday and it seems to have broken this oppressive heat wave the DC Metro area has been baking in. My emotions in the past few weeks have been brewing up like this storm and yesterday, of all days, was the day it all just came thundering in, full of tornadoes, crying storms and tales of hysteria. For the last few weeks I've been consistently telling each OB or midwife and nurse that I see that while I might seem healthy in the vitals department I was clearly not doing well emotionally. It was beginning to scare me too. I have had post-partum depression twice now and I didn't like that I was feeling that way already and I hadn't even birthed this kid yet. I felt like a walking "Danger Zone!" sign complete with blinking lights. … [Read more...]
We Need an Eviction Notice
I am 38 weeks and counting with the Fifth Element and you know what? I'm sick of counting. I need an eviction notice on this kid. I have already cried about four times this morning from pain or some sort of suffering. H is sick of it. I'm sick of it. I'm sure the girls are sick of it. This baby needs to get a move on. I might start taking nurses and midwives hostage at my appointment today if I find out I haven't dilated anymore. "Induce me or you are all getting Strep B tested!"We're all very ready for this baby to arrive. I arrived home from Blogher (I'll be getting to that obligatory post-Blogher update shortly.) yesterday and upon entering the DC Metro area I began to have contractions. Maybe it was the jostling train ride, the luggage … [Read more...]
Not at My Best
It was the best of times. It was the warts of times. Warts, worst, whatever. I feel like an angry, old hag covered in warts right about now anyway. Vacation bliss is a distant memory. It's been a week of Braxton Hicks, little sleep, too much baby prep and testing of the parents. H can't sleep with me because I'm a "loud breather" right now and I toss and turn so much these days while simultaneously moaning that I keep him up half the night. After he leaves our precious munchkins feel the need to wake me up with requests such as, "My skin is dry. I need lotion. Lotion all over my entire body." It's 1 a.m. I momentarily thought of shoving the lotion into the room via basket and telling TD, "It's puts the lotion on the skin..." See? I'm … [Read more...]