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If you've followed this blog, you know that in January, I removed meat, other than fish (and I'm not a big fish fan) from my diet. I got weirded out by it and now don't think I could handle the texture.

This past week, I decided to cut out dairy to see if it would help Jelly's upset *gassy* tummy (and the weird skin rash he'd get when he ate).

Guess what?  It's working.

 

Guess what?

No more pizza, cereal, cheese, ice cream for me.

I found Soy and Rice Milk - but its just not the same on my cereal. 

 

Glad its summer so that I can eat a lot of yummy fruit!

 

The things we do for our kids....

 

Peanut Butter:

Jelly:

PS:

To my stay at home Mom friends - you guys rock and deserve a medal of some sort.

My hat (if I was to wear a hat) is off to you.

When I have more free time on my hands (hopefully next week) -

I will blog again

I will be less stressed

Peanut Butter will be happier

I will be a better Mom (and wife)

I will get my over due Thank You notes out

I will get Baby Announcements taken care of

I will get my maternity clothes put away (or Ebay'd for that matter) :)

I will eat a real meal

I will clean my house, more than just laundry and vacuuming a room here or there

I will smile a little more.

 

I am loving my new boy and things are going REALLY good - tho' I've never been a stay at home Mom and Peanut Butter has never been a stay at home son.  That being said, we've both been trying to figure this all out and we've had some pretty rough days.  He'll be back in school fulltime starting next week, which hopefully will help his school transition go faster (still rough) and will help him also adapt to the new little dude in the house too - by really only having to be around him at night and on the weekends.  His whole world was rocked and we need to help him adjust.

There is just transition everywhere for all of us.

 

 

Feed.

Pump.

Burp.

Diaper.

Diaper.

Diaper.

Pump.

Feed.

Burp.

Diaper.

Feed.

Pump.

Burp.

Diaper.

Diaper.
Feed.

Pump.

 

Will post more soon. I promise.

Today was Peanut's first day at his new school.

He had a hard time when Ed left him at drop off...

I called part way through the day and they told me he had been "off and on" and that he had a short nap.

This is where - I start to kick myself and realize they don't "know" my son and his ways.  At his old school, he would take a 2 1/2 hour nap every single day... BUT - he would always wake up about an hour into it, fuss a little and then fall back asleep.  Apparently today, they thought he was "up to stay" and let him do books and quiet activities after only 30 minutes of sleep.

We got his note for the day, which said he had a "tearful" day and ate nothing. 

This made me tearful and want to eat nothing.

I can only imagine how rocked his world is right now.

All is want is to take him back to his old school just like on "Cheers"

 

Hopefully tomorrow will be better! (for all of us.... )

I can't wait to spend the day with him again on Wednesday this week!

He's here. He's big - 9lbs 6 oz and is healthy!

No name for Jelly yet... but soon!

We'll get pics posted soon too!

Thanks for all the well wishes!

If all goes as planned, tonight is the night we go to finally meet Jelly!

We're hoping he arrives after midnight.... so my fingers are crossed that things don't go too fast!

 

While I'm excited to get to finally meet him, I'm also SO excited that I wont be having any more hot nights at home while pregnant.  The temperature this weekend was WAY too hot!

 

Stay tuned! 

My friend Ashley from Baby Group - who I didn't see during this pregnancy, but can only imagine was the cutest pregnant person ever - had her second child this week...

Lulu arrived on Wednesday! 

I hope I get the chance to meet her soon!  Maybe while I'm on leave Baby Group will get together and the "seconds" can all meet!?!?

 

I guess I'm next... followed by Emily!  ( Who I owe a belated Birthday wish to!)

Happy Birthday Emily!  I hope this year is great for you!

 

 

 

Pronunciation:

\ˈpäp\

Function:

verb

Inflected Form(s):

popped; pop·ping

Etymology:

Middle English poppen, of imitative origin

Date:

15th century

transitive verb1: to strike or knock sharply : hit2: to push, put, or thrust suddenly and often deftly <pops a grape into her mouth> <popped in a CD>3: to cause to explode or burst open <popped some popcorn> <pop the trunk>4: to fire at : shoot5: to take (pills) especially frequently or habitually6: to open with a pop <pop a cold beer

intransitive verb1 a: to go, come, or appear suddenly —often used with up <images popping up on the screen> <pop in for a visit> b: to escape or break away from something (as a point of attachment) usually suddenly or unexpectedly2: to make or burst with a sharp sound <a balloon popped>3: to protrude from the sockets eyes 4: to shoot with a firearm5: to hit a pop fly —often used with up or out

— pop the question : to propose marriage

 

You get the point... Why in the world do people use the word "Pop" when referencing having a baby?  Last time I checked, babies did not fly across the room, your abdominal area doesn't explode and there is no sharp sound involved.

I don't get it.

Every time someone asks me:
"When are you going to pop?"
"Do you feel ready to pop?"

or mentions that I look or should feel like I'm going to pop, or am about ready to pop, it rubs me the wrong way - to the point where I want to ask "what exactly do you mean by that?" and get into a full on debate.

Maybe its the hormones, but the word offends me GREATLY in relation to pregnancy.  Even when its not me they're referencing.

There will be no "popping" here and if there is - I will certainly make my public apology - cause maybe there is a whole other way of delivering a child that I'm not familiar with!

 

OK- off my pregnant chick, soap box now.

That feels so much better... I'm going to pop downstairs and see my guys!

Last night, when I picked Peanut up at school.  There was a lovely computer generated note (complete with clip art) that read: "Congratulations, Charkie! You're in our hearts and minds".  It was signed by Peanuts teachers. They also made a copy and attached it to Peanut's daily note. 
What nice teachers he has.

As I said "thank you" to one, I got a little choked up.  OK - a lot choked up.  Tears and a not pretty cry choked up.

I can remember the day before I took Peanut to his school, how I cried and cried.  Thinking what a bad parent I was and how I felt that I was incompetent as a Mom for handing him over to someone else to care for 5 days a week.

Now, as I get ready to switch his school - I am so flippin' sad.  We have our routine, he knows the building, the parking garage, the shiny motorcycle in the parking garage and how when we get out of the car we go look at it.  He has his friends, some that he's been in the same class with since "Day 1", his teachers, the "floating" teachers (who do breaks) that he adores, his chef and the staff.  The playground, his bike there, the bubble machine and the sandbox.  A group of people who care about him and our family's best interests.

 

For me, I have a sense of peace knowing how much he likes to be there, how his teachers are honest with me about his day, that they really are looking out for him.  I love going into his class in the morning and all the kids asking me to "read a book?" as they sit around the table and have breakfast.  I give in and read one or two -  - sometimes three. 
When I pick him up at night, and the kids all shout my name or so excitedly tell Peanut that "His Mommy's Here!" - I just smile!  I love these kids.

As we leave class each day, Peanut gives his "sign off" for the day "Peace out!" to his teacher and friends and they say it right back.

Will the new school "get" my boy and learn to love him like his current school?
Will they teach him spanish or let him serve himself breakfast and lunch?

Will they let him paint with ice cubes, play in shaving cream, make pizza when its someone's last day and bake cupcakes?

Will they plant a garden and have a school BBQ?

 

So many questions...

I love Peanut's school.  It's  a good thing, I wont be doing drop off or pick up starting on Tuesday - there is no way, NO WAY, I could go in there to say the last good-bye and pick up his things.

So- today - we'll have our usual Friday morning routine of stopping at Starbucks to get a "Vanilla Milk and Lemon Cake" on the way to school.  I'll go to work and then pick him up at the end of the day.

Monday, I'll take him in and stay to read a few books with the kids during breakfast and then come back home to do any last minute crazy, about to have a baby things, I need to get done.  Then probably pick him up early from school to spend some time with him before he goes to his cousin's house for the night and before his "only child" world is rocked upside down.  It wont be so bad, cause I'll have "new baby" on the brain and will be preoccupied with whats about to happen to me.

 

I'm sure its all going to be fine, but this switching of schools is definitely is harder on me than I thought.

 

The first thing Ed said when he woke up this morning. :)

Not the "LAST FRIDAY" as in doom and gloom.  But the last Friday that we'll wake up in our room without a little person there too.  The last Friday of Peanut Butter going to his school, that I love so much.  The last Friday as a family of three.  The last Friday of work, for me, for a long time.  The last Friday, before the Saturday mornings when Ed and Peanut go to soccer and I get some "alone time".

 

A lot is about to change in our world.

Can't wait!

 

Things Peanut asked or told me on the way to school today.

 

I can't believe this one is starting already:

"Are we there yet?"  (are you kidding me?? I thought it was 6 year olds who asked that?) and he didn't ask just once, it was 3 or 4 times, just like you see on TV.

Followed by -

"Almost there, Mommy?" (this he asks me almost every day on the way to school, at the same location)

 

Then in true form... as we approach the exit off the freeway, he told me with excitement:
"We made it!"

 

But, the funniest thing he said on the way in:

"Daddy's car is a Porsche."

 

That cracked me up.  We point out different kinds of cars when we're on the road - usually Hummers, Corvettes, Mustangs and Range Rovers.  I can only think of one time when I pointed out a Porsche - He'll sometimes ask me "What's that hot rod?" and I'll tell him.  That's how he heard Porsche from me. 

 

Unless Daddy traded in his car and its a secret between him and Peanut - Daddy still drives a Saab.

There have been times during my pregnancy that I thought "nesting" had set in.

OH! - was I wrong.  It happened today and I think its for real.

At least 6 loads of laundry (I lost count), which led to cleaning the laundry room, including 409ing the outside surfaces of the washer and dryer AND scrubbing out the compartment where the detergent and fabric softener go, which led to organizing the laundry room cupboards, to vacuuming floors, to dusting, to sterilizing all the pump and bottle parts so that they're ready to go, to putting every possible thing in my house that could go into the recycle bin - -  into the recycle bin (after it was already on the curb... I should have worn my pedometer  - I bet I got an extra mile in with all those trips outside!)

I organized the fridge, put drawer organizers in Jelly's bathroom drawer (cause you know if he's my kid, he has a lot of "product" for the bathroom) and as I put laundry away, went through Peanut Butter's closet and moved out the clothes that are 18 mo - 2T into the appropriate storage bin, so that when it's Jelly's turn, I don't have to sort for days on end to find the right size.

Oh and our "butler's pantry" counter, which is supposed to be a somewhat organized catch all for paperwork... GONE! Cleaned it up, shredded and recycled the old stuff and moved what was left upstairs.  If we're going to just pile it up, lets do that in the office, not just off the dining room.  (The office is a story in itself that I will tackle while I'm off this summer.... its the one VERY neglected room in the house... still has some moving boxes in it).

 

I did all of this today, as I worked from home.  You're probably thinking there is no way you worked on work stuff.

I did and I got my email inbox down from 552 to 3 (and I didn't even delete a whole bunch...). I was a folder making, file moving, responding to overdue messages fool.  I hate a lot of email, when it gets over 50 messages, I panic.  Well, when I panic, I freeze and I guess I just gave up for awhile.  Now, I'm back to a nice, small, manageable amount.

 

The only thing I didn't do, that I had planned on was to write a few thank you cards for baby gifts I've recently received (and I got some CUTE gifts!)  Maybe tomorrow... or maybe before I go to bed?

 

It was a good day.  There are a few other things lingering that I can think of tackling, but I'm sure I'lll need something to do tomorrow night. :)
When Jelly gets here, things will be in order, so that I can relax about stuff around the house and focus on my new, little big dude.

 

In less than one week, there will be a new baby in my world.

HOLY SMOKES!  As ready as I think I am, is as ready as I think I'm not!!!

 

The physical feelings of this pregnancy have been very different than with Peanut Butter.  This kid rolls and rolls and turns my belly into funky "non-belly" shapes that I do not remember with Peanut.

Can't wait to meet Jelly!

Will he wait until we decide to go and get him or will he decide when he wants to arrive?

If he should decide to arrive tomorrow, it wouldn't be so bad - it's his Uncle Matt's Bday too...  Matt's a great guy and if being born on the same day means like personalities - I'm all for it.

But I'm still hoping for 7/01/08. 

7+1=8.

 

My last Dr appt is in less than an hour... I'm hoping the news is that there is no news!

Last night, was the night scheduled to see the Baby Group for dinner.  I was so excited, since last time it was scheduled, I missed it, I was sick, sick, sick.

So after a day of running errands, I ran home, changed and headed out - so excited for girl talk with the Mom's I "turned into a Mom" with. 
Our reservation was for 5 people....
Right before I left the house, I saw an email that one Mom wouldn't make it.  Ok - 4 - still good.

When I arrived, right on time, Mirja was sitting at the table alone.  She told me that another Mom wasn't going to be able to make it due to babysitting issues.  Crud. Now down to 3.  But, still good to have a night out.

Mirja and I chatted, we don't know each other that well, as she joined baby group right about the time I went back to work.  So we talked and then decided to call the last person of our threesome to see if she was lost.

She was still at home. With her family. She completely forgot.

So - it was Mirja and me.

Table for 2.

We had a nice time getting to know each other and finding out some interests that we have in common.  She gave me lots of reminders on what its like to bring home a new born and how to adjust to having two kids!

While I was sad the other girls didn't join us, I am so happy that I got to spend time getting to make a friend out of an acquaintance!  Had the whole group made it, I would've never been able to talk with her so much!

 

I had a great time, even without my other Mom "Peeps"!

Everything happens for a reason!

 

I just hope I didn't bore Mirja!

As Friday was winding down at work, the girl across the hall from me said "Well, I don't think I'll see you again!" In a funny kinda, I know something you don't know voice!.!

I asked her to explain and went on to tell me how she thought that I'd go into labor on Sunday (today) and likely have the baby on Monday.  She said she just "had a feeling".

 

-OK- THAT makes me just a little nervous. 

 

I know of times when I've had "that feeling" about something and couldn't shake it, just knowing it happen.

Like the time I thought I was going to win the lottery back in 1990.  I REALLY, REALLY, knew I was going to win.  I was all prepared, thought about what I was going to say to work when I called in sick the next day.  I just knew it - I walked around all day Saturday, knowing that night, my life would change.

 

I was wrong. No winnings.  Just lost money on a bunch of lottery tickets.

 

This situation is a little different.  I'm going to be "lucky" and a "winner" when this little guy gets here - I feel so blessed to be able to actually have children, I know some people who are having difficulty and it breaks my heart.  I say my silent prayers that they one day get to experience what I have with Peanut and what I'm about to go through with Jelly.

 

So - Miss "across the hall's" comment has been with me all weekend.  I couldn't sleep Friday night.  Fortunately, I was so tired last night, that I slept solid (minus the fact that its now 5:25 am and I've been up an hour already).  I'll be on eggshells all day today.  I'm thinking if I make it through today (because of what she said), that I'll make it until next Monday night at 9pm when I'm scheduled to be induced.

 

I feel really good about all that I've gotten done over the last week, if I went out (of work)now, I wouldn't feel bad.  Though there are a few loose ends I could tie up a little more neatly.

 

 

He's one of the best boys  I know, who got one of the best Dad's I know.

I know....

 

There was a time when I spent my money (money I didn't have) without thinking (hence the reason I didn't have the money).  This is something I would have done, maybe not with a date, but just for me.  Maybe the price would have only been half?

When I think about it at half the cost, just for one person, I have a feeling that its not THAT far off on what a FULL SPA DAY would run.

 

Calgon....take me away!

I received my Restoration Hardware "Baby & Child" catalog in the mail today.

Oh SO CUTE! Oh so affordable! Oh so late... for me to choose this for Jelly's room!

I still love my Caden Lane bedding... but I bet RH is going to give Pottery Barn Kids a run for their money!
Such great designs!

 

 

..and no, I wont have a third down the road just to order this great bedding!

If you're like me, reading a blog is better when there are pictures.

I've been bad lately - not only at blogging but at updating pics.

 

I'm feeling the guilt - maybe cause soon, the blog will be full of Jelly pics.
I better get Peanut Butter in while I can.

 

Here are a couple somewhat recent pics (end of May).

New rockets and Astronauts from the Museum of Flight.

 

 

 

Who knew.....? A built in pillow!

I guess sometimes boys just stay boys.
A couple weeks ago, Ed thought it was cute showing Peanut how to be a "Robot".

If you want to call this a robot.

Here's his idea of fun:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Whatever.

I am SO going to be outnumbered.