Friday, April 23, 2010
It's my own fault I get no sleep at night. Little man has been sleeping in his crib since we moved into this house, so since he was about 3 months old. His crib however is still in our bedroom. I just can't let Mr. Football move it yet, even though he threatens to everyday. I love the house we moved in to. Its spacious, it has enough yard for the dogs to do their business, it has a separate family room so Mr. Football can watch/play whatever he wants, but the bedrooms are on the first level. That wouldn't be such a big deal except the master is on the second level. So for little man to be in his own room, he's an entire floor away from me and has ground level windows. I know I'm a little neurotic but I just can't let him sleep all by himself down there. And what if someone broke in his window? (The Lindbergh baby was taken from a second story bedroom you know.) I know I'm crazy. So for now, I deal with getting no sleep because he wakes up all the time. But I'd rather have him waking me up then be worried about him all by himself...
So once he wakes up from his wonderful morning nap, we're meeting Mr. Football for lunch then going to the aquarium! Maybe I'll try to sneak in a nap too. Happy Friday!
Thursday, April 22, 2010
this cutie patootie thinks its necessary to get up every hour the last few nights...
he thinks his mom might be doing somthing fun without him.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
I happily obliged...
Monday, April 12, 2010
So I guess I'll introduce myself...
I go by Mrs. Not-so-Domesticated because thats what I am. I only know how to cook like 3 things, I hate doing dishes, cleaning? I'd rather have dental work done. Laundry gets done on an as needed basis. Grocery shopping consists of buying Cherry C*ke Zero and swiss cake rolls. (I should buy stock in Little Debb*e) Yet somehow I found a sweet and wonderful and more often than not, sarcastic man to marry me. I lovingly refer to him as Mr. Loves-football-more-than-life aka Mr. Football. He is also property of the United States Navy, at least for 4 more years. Yep, I'm finally accepting it, I'm a military wife. We just finished a 3 year shore duty rotation during which he moved to where I lived, we bought a house, got our second dog, got married, and had a baby 5 minutes later. Life was perfect...then BAM! New orders. New jobs. New house. New city. My first move...
What hasn't changed is our family. We have 3 children, 2 of the canine kind, 1 of the human kind. Our oldest is Lulu, our puggle. Shes 5. She's the typical first child. Very bossy, spoiled and tempermental. She loves eating, making nests on the back of the couch, and sleeping under the covers. She hates the rain, laundry baskets...oh and people (until she gets to know you that is).
Our middle child is Jax, our mixed breed. He's 3. We think he's part lab, part pit part human. He loves everything and everyone. He hasn't found anything he hates yet. His favorite activities are swimming and sitting on the sofa, like a person, arm propped up on the armrest and everything.
Our youngest is Baby Clay, he's 5 months. He's the sunshine in my life. Though unexpected, he's everything I've ever wanted. He's worth all the sleepless days and nights, dirty dishes, vacuuming, dusting, cooking, oh, and being fat for.
I originally started this blog to chronicle our newlywed days. I wasn't sure what I was doing or if anyone would ever read it but somehow I figued it out and have made some really great friends along the way. My husband likes to argue that they aren't really my friends since I've never actually spoken to them but I know more about some of my blog friends than my real-life friends...and I like some of them better too. So thanks for stopping by and I hope you'll stick around to read about my new adventures as a Not-so-Domesticated mama!
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Saturday, April 10, 2010
Even after reading that, one of my biggest fears during pregnancy was being that woman whose water breaks in the middle of the grocery store, at work, at the mall, etc. That and also the dreaded thought of going #2 while your pushing, but we won't go there...Seriously though, you see it happen in every movie, the woman is standing there minding her own business and then gush, her water breaks and shes then whisked off. Who has to clean that up?
I'll tell you...you do. No one whisks you off once your water breaks, and you definitely don't look like a million bucks after you have the baby either.
We were at one of my bestest friends birthday parties, Reverend X, about an hour away from our house. I had been contracting off and on that night but I had been for about 8 weeks...just braxton hicks, no big deal. She lives on a farm so everyone kept joking that I was going to have the baby with the cows. Well apparently that sounded like a great idea to my little man, so while I was sitting in the living room with everyone around I thought my water broke.
I ran to the bathroom, well waddled quickly to see what the deal was. It wasn't the gush I was expecting and nothing else happened so I went back out to the party. Crazy pregnant lady. A little bit later I was upstairs using the bathroom, I was peeing every 20 minutes or so by that point, I finished up, pulled my super awesome maternity pants back on, you know the ones that cover your whole belly (and my belly was huge so it was a fight getting them on and off) and GUSH...
The girls, Ms. D, Ms. K, Reverend X, me, mama cookie
like I said, my belly was HUGE...do I look like I'm expecting to have a baby tonight?
Ironic, we were talking about going into labor...
Little did I know things were changing in a few short hours...
Leaving the party, in my borrowed pants. Also my last "pregnant" picture...
And we're off to the hospital!
Thursday, April 8, 2010
So to get myself started again I'm going to keep it short and sweet...
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
We're all still here, Lulu, Jax, Mr. Football, myself and little bean (although he's not so little anymore). Things have changed and things have stayed the same. We just celebrated our 1 year anniversary and are getting ready for our big arrival.
Being pregnant really hasn't been that bad. I guess I always imagined that everything that could go wrong would, so imagine my surprise when my only issue so far has been some high blood sugars. Don't get me wrong, being a gestational diabetic is a serious issue and can cause significant health issues for the baby and I, but just watching what I eat and checking my sugars several times a day has been enough to keep me on tract. I will say it has helped me to not gain the 97 lbs I would have if I didn't have to be on this diet. Especially now, when I feel huge and want to eat everything under the sun. I know that an hour later I'll have to check my sugar and I feel really bad when they're high...guilt, its the best motivation.
Other than waiting for little one's arrival, things are definitely changing around our household. Mr. Football just recieved his orders and will be going back to an air craft carrier so our little family will be relocating in a few months. I'm not so big on change so adjusting to having a baby was stressful enough, now we're also trying to sell our house and find a new place to live in an unfamiliar city...(anyone interested in a 3 BR house, its in a cute neighborhood and has new appliances???)
With that I will leave you with a few new pics...I can't believe I thought I was big in my last posts...and I never would have imagined how big I could get...and he just keeps growing!