This is one of those moments.
Katherine Center wrote/created a piece for a Mom-convention (no, really) and it is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. Two minutes and forty-one seconds of how I feel as a mother.
This is one of those moments.
Katherine Center wrote/created a piece for a Mom-convention (no, really) and it is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. Two minutes and forty-one seconds of how I feel as a mother.
I FINALLY took pictures of little Miss Abby’s room. I figured I should do at least one thing on my list before I go back to work. (Birth announcements will be completed and will go out Monday. Don’t give me that look.)
Anyway – here it is! I submitted it to Ohdeedoh.com to be considered for one of their featured nurseries, but only time will tell if they pick it or not. Not getting my hopes up – the ones featured there are gorg. Especially my dear friend Morgan‘s daughter’s room. She’s like a celeb over there with her (or maybe her husband’s?) Ikea hacking skills.
Back to the task at hand. The photos. Here they are. If you haven’t been a reader for a while – a little back story. We waited to find out if we were having a boy or a girl until the babe made it’s first appearance in the world – thus a neutral nursery. And in all reality – best decision ever. Had I known I was having a girl this room would probably have ended up being pretty damn pink. And this way, it isn’t. And I LOVE THAT. It does have a couple girly touches (like that awesome ballerina painting I found at an antique store and bought on my birthday – a bit premature too, if I do say so myself). If you want to know where we got something – lemme know! I’d be glad to share the info.
Uhm, so I had no idea hair loss was a side effect of the Mirena IUD.
I didn’t know until I read one of my favorite bloggers most recent posts.
And then I found this site.
Pardon my french but I am FREAKING THE FUCK OUT.
This HAS to be from the IUD. I am honestly pulling a golfball size clump of hair out of the drain every day. My hair is one of the few things I really REALLY like about myself and now it’s going away.
Points to be made:
Hokay, that’s all for now. I just had to post this because omgwhatamIgoingtodo?!?!
Hey y’all.
The hubs mentioned to me that the new layout on this site is taking a while to load and looking kind of funky on his computer at work.
Sometimes I forget that not everyone has a Mac. (You don’t have one yet? You should. Except, don’t get the iTampon…er…iPad. Get a MacBook or something. And then get me a new one too, thanks.)
Anyway – if you’re noticing this site looking like ass or the page is taking a kajillion hours to load, could you let me know in the comments section for this post? Just let me know what the issue is and also let me know if you’re Windows or Mac, and which browser you’re using. I can’t test the site on a PC until I get to work next week, and since I’ve had the last 4 months off I probably shouldn’t start back by playing around on my blog.
Thanks a bunch! And don’t forget to re-follow my blog/resubscribe!
No, seriously.
I cannot even believe how much hair I am losing. I read that this would happen. I also read that my hair would get thicker with pregnancy. IT DIDN’T.
I really shouldn’t complain, my hair has always been pretty thick. I would always lose a bit every day in the shower, but I’m pulling out handfuls now. There are enough tresses in my drain catch to give Barbie a hair transplant. But what can I do? A big fat NOTHING.
Thankfully, even though showering feels like a scene in a horror movie, I’m not really noticing my hair being thinner. Yet. (And by typing said words, I probably just cursed myself.)
In other news, I had my abdomen ultrasound-ed yesterday. It was really weird. I mean, I was watching the tech show me all my organs on the screen and kept thinking that it was only like, 10 months ago that I saw my little girl on the screen for the first time. I was waiting for him to find my liver and say “and there’s the baby!” or something like that. ::shudder:: If I heard those words again so soon…gah. Speaking of horror movies…
Anyway – no word yet from the doctor. If I was a betting lady (which I am) I would say there were no stones in that ultrasound. Just a big ol’ empty gallbladder. I wish the doc would just call me so I can find out.
Four more days until I go back to work…
No, dear internets, I am not knocked up again, THANK YOU BABY JESUS.
Lately, the dreaded avocado episodes are back. Indeed they were triggered by guacamole consumption (so sue me) and now the old gallbladder is just acting like a bitch again and hurting me all the time.
I was almost fully convinced I wasn’t going to need any treatment for it after I had Abby because it seemed I could eat anything and everything I hadn’t been able to while it was acting up. But I hadn’t attempted the dreaded avocado. And then I did and then my gallbladder (AKA Vincent*) was all “OH NO YOU DI’ENT” and then I nearly died from pain.
So, I saw a loverly doctor today who scheduled me for an ultrasound of my jerky abdomen tomorrow morning at 8am (8 hours of no food beforehand?! They’d better start that thing at 8am ON THE DOT) to see if I’ve got some stones hanging out in there. I’m almost hoping there are, because the simple solution to relieve me of my pain is to yank the sucker out. She’d like to do it this week, if possible.
At first I panicked at the prospect of more time in the hospital, but in reality, as long as I don’t have to vaginally deliver my gallbladder I’m pretty sure this will be a walk in the park.
In other news, Abby will be 3 months old tomorrow and DEAR GOD I GO BACK TO WORK IN A WEEK. Unless they pull out Vincent. Then it might be a little longer before work.
So, until I post a tear jerker post about how my child is practically already a grown up, I bid you adieu.
*A note about my gallbladder being named Vincent. My dear e-friend Poeia helped me name it. Vincent seemed the best since it makes me think of Vincent Price and I can only imagine my gallbladder being devious and having an awesome pencil-thin mustache.
Hello internets.
Again, routine in the Abby house = not much excitement. However, MY MOTHER is coming to stay with us! Her flight gets in at 5-ish today, and she’s staying through the weekend (my dad is driving up on Friday). The hubs and I keep saying “they’re going to shit when they see how much she’s changed.” Like, at least once a day we say that. It’s getting ridiculous, but it’s so true.
Anyway, Abby and I will be at the airport to pick her up, and I’m hoping she blesses my mom with a big gummy smile. They’re still few and far between so when they happen it’s pretty monumental.
Other than that, I go back to work TWO WEEKS FROM TODAY. I am both excited and totally dreading that day at once.
Sorry there’s nothing funny to report with this post. Except maybe the fact that I smell like cat butt. Did I mention I didn’t shower yesterday? Because I didn’t.
And…Abby just filled her diapers. The sheer force of her pushing out the poo made the pacifier in her mouth shoot across the room. THERE’S your excitement, internets. Enjoy.
…because she was getting sick of the guidos fist pumping every time she checked my blog. Now you get to see a post addressed to you! And now everyone knows you’re not amused by The Situation. I’ll post your phone number for disagreeing fans later.
Not much is going on in the land of Abby and her unshowered mother. Routine is setting in, and so when I do things like wash dishes twice a day, do laundry and pick up the house while watching Bonnie Hunt and What Not to Wear…there really isn’t much worth blogging about.
It DOES sadden me that routine is finally settling in, and I’m going back to work in less than three weeks. I’m going to try to make the best of the rest of my time and make Abby learn as many tricks as possible so I don’t miss anything. She did give me a BIG smile yesterday morning when I went to her crib to get her up for the day. We’re still working on smiles. I think she’s just a little shy. Other than that, she’s lifting her legs up in the air all the time now, so we’re getting some assistance during diaper changes.
Hmmm…what else? I think that’s about it for now. I apologize for my lack of anything. I’m spending most of my time manning the Save Conan fanpage on Facebook. (I’m so crabby with NBC that I could spit.) Wanna become a fan? Click here.