tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59533909365437268352024-03-05T05:21:43.866-06:00Simply nestingExploring the life of a 20-something starting her journey and 'nesting' with her husband.Hayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953390936543726835.post-33081406911569974932012-07-13T23:01:00.000-05:002012-07-13T23:03:25.663-05:00Making sense of it allI had one beautiful healthy baby on Friday the 13th of 2010. On Friday the 13th of 2012 one month shy of that healthy baby's birthday I found out I lost one. Words do not even begin to cover the feelings I have. Emotions are all that are there. Sadness. Anger. Annoyance. While on one side I understand God has a plan for our life and my plan may not be the same as His, on the other side you have to stop and wonder 'Why me?' I may never know the answer but I will continue on and grow. I have been blessed and know I will be blessed again.Hayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953390936543726835.post-11843501532893554442011-10-02T22:31:00.007-05:002011-10-02T23:00:08.287-05:00Pumpkins and corn<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>We've entered toddlerhood. The boy is rounding the bend onto 14 months and he threw one of his more public fits tonight. It was at the local corn maze. <div><br /></div><div>He had a blast. He ate a Sunchip. He drank his first juice box. He walked through the pumpkin patch. He played in a box full of corn. He laid in the box full of corn. He shoveled corn. He tried to eat corn. A good time was had by all. </div><div><br /></div><div>And when it was time to leave the corn box </div><div>... He screamed and kicked me. Yep. We've entered toddlerhood. Am I ready?</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/purplehippo_09/DSC04395-1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Hayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953390936543726835.post-34615552554944319652011-08-10T20:31:00.004-05:002011-08-10T20:44:12.857-05:00It's been a yearTomorrow marks one year from my due date (Not that I actually delivered a baby on my due date. That would come days ... what felt like weeks ... later.) I remember it so clearly. I remember sitting at work and angrily working on the paper for my due date thinking .... This is totally not fair. <div>
<br /></div><div>I remember my due date coming .... I remember it going. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I remember the day after my due date when the doctor told me it looked like we would be sticking with our induction date.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I remember later that night after eating a giant buffet and deciding the best place for me would be Wal-Mart.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I remember my water breaking. In Wal-Mart. In the baby section.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I remember waddling my big butt to Wal-Mart's bathroom while my mom was in hot pursuit.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I remember my twin brother and his wife with the look of confusion on their face while all this was happening.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I remember pulling my shirt down over my butt and waddling as fast as my giant swollen feet would take me out the door of Wal-Mart.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I remember INSISTING on going home first. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I remember telling them at the hospital ... I think my water may have broken but I'm really not for sure.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I remember the feeling when my water OFFICIALLY broke at the hospital. And thinking ... Thank God THAT didn't happen at Wal-Mart.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I remember the feeling of excitement waiting for things to get started so my baby could be here.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Then I remember the pitocin ... and things changed.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I remember Mark finally getting there after work all smiles while I was in the middle of a pitocin contraction.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I remember the epidural. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I remember LOVING the epidural.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I remember Merrick being born.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I remember Mark leaning down to lovingly whisper to me ...</div><div>
<br /></div><div>What's that honey? NO his head will not ALWAYS look like that!</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I remember my new world clearly like it was yesterday.</div><div>
<br /></div>Hayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953390936543726835.post-24460221171086937712011-05-21T14:48:00.003-05:002011-05-21T14:51:49.286-05:00I like it freeSo want to hear how I got super cheap floss? Rite Aid had the Oral-B Satin floss on sale for 2.99 with your Wellness card. I had a $1 off coupon making it 1.99. And then I received $2 back on the end of my receipt. I paid 2.17 out of pocket, subtract $2 for next time and I technically got the floss for .17. <div><br /></div><div>I wanted to use my Free Breathe Right 10 count pack that I printed off Rite Aids website but they were out :( Here's hoping to next week being back in stock! </div><div><br /></div><div>Tell me about your big deal.</div>Hayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953390936543726835.post-77328197339485300802011-05-19T00:34:00.003-05:002011-05-19T00:57:41.740-05:00New hobbyI've developed a new hobby. That's right, I'm jumping on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">couponing</span> bandwagon. <div><br /></div><div>I've been trying it for a few weeks now and think I'm getting pretty good at it. So as I coupon this summer I'll try to keep everyone up to date on exactly what sales I'm doing and what combinations I'm trying. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'll start off with a few tips I've picked up in the last couple of weeks.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tip 1) Don't just think coupons come in the newspaper!! Yes you can get some great coupons out of the Sunday paper but don't forget the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Internet</span>! Most stores take printed coupons now so take advantage. I use coupons.com to print some fantastic deals. Search for your products on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">facebook</span>. A lot of times for just 'liking' a page you can go to a tab that lets you print REALLY good coupons. I'll also google products I like and sometimes their personal website will have a coupon option to print from. There are other sources for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Internet</span> coupons, these are just my favorite ways to get them.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tip 2) Don't use a coupon the week you clip it unless it's a GREAT deal. The coupons don't expire right away so hold onto them looking for the best deal and then jump on it!</div><div><br /></div><div>Tip 3) 'Like' <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">couponing</span> pages on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Facebook</span>. Those women will keep you up to date on the last minute sales and direct you to printable coupons for the products. They will also do a run down of sale <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">fliers</span> for the week and coupon match ups. VERY helpful for a beginner.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tip 4) Try to always match a coupon with a sale price. Look at your sale <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">fliers</span> and then see if you have coupons for the products. </div><div><br /></div><div>Tip 5) You can stack a store coupon, manufacturer coupon and a sale price! This is how free products happen!! Target lets you print coupons from their site and they will send you a text with coupons in it and both options can be matched with a coupon you clipped or printed.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tip 6) Don't expect extreme savings overnight!! I'm trying to master one store's coupon policy before moving onto the next. Right now I'm working on Rite Aid. Now if I see a good deal at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Walgreens</span> or Target I'll go after it but I'm concentrating all my energies on Rite Aid. No particular reason except it's right down the street from my work and I like their Wellness Program. </div><div><br /></div><div>Tip 7) Take advantage of store programs like Rite Aids Wellness Program. You get money back on your next purchase a lot of times and many times there is a survey for $3 off $15 at the bottom of your receipt. I ALWAYS shop with one of these coupons. </div><div><br /></div><div>Tip 8) Don't buy it unless you have a need for it!! If your family won't use it then it's not a deal!! The only way it's a deal is if it's dirt cheap or free and it's something you could donate. Like I'm stocking up on coupons for coffee because as soon as I see a deal I'm unloading them to donate to St. Anthony's Hospice's local center. They need coffee at their center. You could also obtain free formula with some coupons that could be donated to an emergency women's shelter or pregnancy center. Depends and whatnot could be donated to a senior center. So unless you can use it or donate it to a local cause then it's NOT a deal.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tip 9) Always keep your coupons with you! You never know when a deal will pop up. My mom leaves hers in the car. This is not the best option when you are in the store and need one.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tip 10) Organize. Find a binder, coupon binder, big <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">ziploc</span> bag, anything to keep all your coupons together. I have a small expanding file that I keep in my purse and then a big <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">ziploc</span> bag that I keep all the misc. items in. Extra coupons, sales <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">fliers</span>, small pair of scissors, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">ect</span>. </div><div><br /></div><div>These are just a few tips to get your started. I'll try to add more as I go along. There are many more tips to be had. So first step is to go find a coupon site and read up on your local store's coupon policy! That probably should have been tip number 1.</div>Hayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953390936543726835.post-58970390545397087882011-05-11T00:22:00.004-05:002011-05-11T00:39:01.101-05:00Worth every second<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I just put the boy to bed. I asked for a kiss. I received the sweetest, sloppiest, most open mouth kiss of my life. <div><br /><div>I sit back and think about all the tears I shed. All the prayers I sent up. All the temper tantrums</div><div>I threw. All the hours I spent online looking for support, tips, answers. And every tear, prayer, fit, piece of information was worth it. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>I spent 11 months trying to get pregnant. Eleven crazy, tantrum filled months. And just when I was ready to give up for the time being I found out I was pregnant. Forty weeks and 2 days later I gave birth. And still didn't get to hold him right away. But from the minute he was handed to me all those hours after labor I immediately connected to him. He was immediately mine.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>And now 9 months later I look back and realize I would shed every single tear again. I would throw every single fit again. I would have every single jealous thought, hateful thought toward every other pregnant girl I encountered again. All those stressful months made Mark and I the parents we are today. And we are so appreciative of the gift we received.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you Nesties (you know who you are) for introducing me to the language of fertility and essentially my boy. Without support of 'friends' and Taking Charge of Your Fertility I would still be a bitter old mess.</div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsPIBcrpUFWAOb8c-fK-H-xpNCCzRFbF4b-QAZc94Krh4up0eYwuKZdXBUcAgFa_fiQg8Pe5mAaEBidu9FtlvFIksw4jZeBJ94xqzK84V2130LDszxEYrADuC7CcVEe0zX_6tDxSPbWBo/s320/Picture+or+Video+193.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605328492734917234" /><div style="text-align: center;"> Our first meeting</div>Hayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953390936543726835.post-4510584341555522172011-04-29T19:34:00.002-05:002011-04-29T19:38:29.170-05:00It's that time of year!As I sit at my desk I begin to reflect on the time of year. ... That's right people it's rummage sale time!!! I will be heading out in the morning on my first rummaging trip of the season. I can't wait. Oh the possible treasures that await me out there in someone else's junk pile. <div><br /></div><div>More rummage blogging to come ...</div>Hayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953390936543726835.post-9945288637695160792011-02-15T23:08:00.003-06:002011-02-15T23:15:18.063-06:006 months of my lifeI sit here in my chair and watch 6 months of my life playing in the floor.<br /><br />6 months of my life is stretching and straining until he reaches his new toy. Stretching and straining until he reaches his daddy's xbox controller. Stretching and straining until he gets to my pant leg.<br /><br />6 months of my life is looking up at me with the glimpse of a first tooth in his mouth. 6 months of my life is giving me the biggest, most genuine smile I could imagine. 6 months of my life is squealing with excitement of seeing me smile at him.<br /><br />6 months ago my life changed forever. 6 months ago my husband and I went from a unit, a couple, a pair - to a family.Hayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953390936543726835.post-47815245848338272142011-02-15T23:04:00.002-06:002011-02-15T23:07:21.895-06:00The year of partiesThis year I'm planning parties. Lots of parties. My grandmother turns 85 = party. My friend is getting married = party. My friend is having a baby = party. My baby is turning 1 = PARTY.<br /><br />I love party planning. I should have made a career of it. I can NOT wait to get started planning. Is February too early to plan summer parties?Hayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953390936543726835.post-80314078738363039402011-02-09T22:50:00.002-06:002011-02-09T22:51:09.028-06:00Reasons my blog is not up to dateReason 1: While I sit here and think about writing a post I literally have an almost 6 month old chewing on my blue jeans. So much for that musical farm entertaining him.Hayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953390936543726835.post-88147102126524995092010-12-11T16:38:00.002-06:002010-12-11T16:45:18.658-06:00Big plansBig plans to learn to cook. That's right. It's time I bite the bullet and become the housewife I always wanted to be ..... with a job. (That was never part of the grand plan) <div><br /></div><div>Mark and I need to save money. In order to do that I have big plans to meal plan. If I'm going to meal plan I actually have to cook something, I don't think : Monday - McDonald's; Tuesday - Long John Silver's .... ect. will cut it. So starting January I plan to pull out the crockpot and dust off the pans.</div><div><br /></div><div>This will be a tricky feat. Mark and I are second shifters. We don't eat dinner together. We seldom eat lunch together since he's getting up as I'm leaving for work. SO the meals I plan must be something that warms up well. I'll be making use of that GIANT Tupperware stash I've collected. (If you want a GIANT Tupperware stash then become a consultant for a few years. Pretty soon you'll have more Tupperware than your cabinets will hold, or your dad's garage :) )</div><div><br /></div><div>So I'm collecting recipes. Yes I have a whole cookbook collection but I need real recipes. I need practical, easy recipes that won't cause me to go back on my ppd meds after a week of this plan. I want to use my crockpot. I want them to be semi healthy (I still have 15 pounds of baby weight to shed) and I want my picky eating self to actually eat them. So send me a recipe or a link to your favorite cooking blog. simplynesting@gmail.com</div><div><br /></div><div>And let the planning begin :)</div>Hayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953390936543726835.post-53146605437073090992010-12-04T01:02:00.005-06:002010-12-04T01:23:46.214-06:00Congrats! You've made it to the list ...Steak and Shake, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">eastside</span>.<br /><br />That's right, add another <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">restaurant</span> to my 'list'. What did they do to get on it you ask? No they didn't wave about a pee stick (Subway) or over charge me for my hot dog and fries with their 'deal', THEY added ONIONS to my milkshake! That's right: peppermint, chocolate AND ONIONS!!!<br /><br />The first Friday in December my mother and I like to celebrate by taking the day off work and shopping all day. We end that day with a milkshake. We <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wanted</span> milkshakes from an establishment that had already closed so we decided to hit up steak and shake instead. BIG mistake.<br /><br />We ordered two peppermint and chocolate chip milkshakes. So first drink...good, not bad. Second drink....that tastes odd. Third drink....<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">definitely</span> weird and what was that odd chocolate piece? Fourth drink...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">OMG</span> that tastes like dirty arm pit. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">OMG</span> is that ....... onion?????? Upon further investigation I fish out a piece of onion.<br /><br />Now, peppermint, chocolate and ONION is a HORRIBLE combination in your mouth.<br /><br />Mother promptly turns the car around as I hold said onion on my pointer finger.<br /><br />In to steak and shake I storm.<br /><br />I plop the milkshakes down onto the counter. Girl says 'Can I cash you out?' I say 'NO I want my money back. There is ONION in my milkshake.' ::shakes finger with onion on the end at counter girl::<br /><br />'What !?' How did that happen?' Says counter girl. 'That's weird because the onions are over here and the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">milkshakes</span> are over there.'<br /><br />Over walks another girl. Counter girl tells her what happens all while calling the manager. Other girl 'Well bless your heart.' All while I hold out finger with onion and glare.<br /><br />Manager comes up. 'What's wrong?'<br /><br />'There is ONION in my milkshake!' ::Angrily shakes finger with onion on the end at him::<br /><br />Manager: 'Do you want us to make you some more? Me: 'NO I want my money back.'<br /><br />Manager goes to the back, returns and then says .....'You had a peppermint and .......chocolate?' 'AND ONION,' I add.<br /><br />So I get my money back and wipe onion off my pointer finger. When I get back into the car my mother confirms I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">in fact</span> have onion breath. I DON"T EVEN LIKE ONIONS!!!!<br /><br />So <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Eastside</span> Steak and Shake, YOU are on my list.Hayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953390936543726835.post-13202159989679731232010-11-24T13:18:00.004-06:002010-11-24T13:49:16.109-06:00This year I'm thankfulThis time last year I was emotionally drained. This time last year I was depressed. This time last year I was angry. This time last year life sucked.<div><br /></div><div>Why you ask? I was on cycle 11 of trying to get pregnant. Mark was ready to give up for awhile and take a break because it was making me crazy. He gave me this last cycle and if we weren't pregnant he wanted to take a break for awhile. After months of waking at 7 a.m. to take my temperature and record it in my fertilityfriend.com account I couldn't imagine putting this on hold.</div><div><br /></div><div>So here we were in Thanksgiving week, a time to be thankful and all I could be was bitter. I just knew I wasn't pregnant this cycle. I had no 'phantom' symptoms. Those evil little things that lifted my hopes every cycle making me FOR SURE I was pregnant. (One cycle, maybe 6, I had increased salvia. Well upon googling I found many people have increased salvia with pregnancy. First thought: OMG I'm pregnant. Nope, not at all.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Since I had no 'phantom' symptoms I didn't even want to take a test this cycle. I figured, What's the point. The Sunday after Thanksgiving was the first day I could test. I wasn't going to do it. Mark made me. I written about this before so I won't go back through the dramatics except to say.....it was positive. </div><div><br /></div><div>So this year I'm a year out from finding out I was pregnant. I have a beautiful, happy 3-month 0ld. I have SO much to be thankful for. Mark and I are truly blessed and thankful this Thanksgiving. So much has changed for me over the course of a year.</div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ29E3H5WTfFQ0_2s8RTzxP25ahdkcHR1gQ9PKR22Xiv5BEON5rJpUnBXhyOgPQjKPbKSvpCLswt7Cpt5dYuRbpdztUFDog7oTr4qZdhinrIAyPkca8MeMnWCvvzWGzXaLJDQZrlKEVgY/s320/149013_622249954413_47205511_35621524_4946681_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543204980534759442" /><div><br /></div>Hayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953390936543726835.post-90378993797299007282010-11-22T23:52:00.004-06:002010-11-23T00:08:21.472-06:00Recycled CrayonsAt 1 a.m. the other night I decided to start an art project. I made recycled crayons!! I imagine this being a great project to do with your kids or even a simple Christmas gift, just add a stack of copy paper :)<br /><br /><div><div><div><br /><div>I used a mini muffin tin and an assortment of crayons. I preheated the oven to 275 degrees. While it was heating, I broke the crayons into pieces and removed the paper. Then I sprayed the tin with vegetable oil and filled them with crayons. Just put whatever colors you like together. Either colors in the same color family or just whatever you think goes together.</div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542621045643400674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS3uwi3hq64pgbBNwXMZD2ZKo-Dbyj4yW4R9zNRnIIiSrNf24oi4sCTU511ZAgQYegm9rJPBy8I9vOIFZA3HN51rR8kHpdGgt4LJT5HrPzzing2B5mk8vkcX9Z1VBHDyGtAMonR3KvBwQ/s320/DSC03357.JPG" /><br /><div>Then put the tin in the oven for about 10 minutes or until all the crayons are melted. It may take longer if you use a cupcake pan. </div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542622605998038114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSGWKHBPdwXJLUcec9RYMX4-evwCRnfn-QfQEY-bgUMFII2BIkdyxgULbzBqveARc9UOAB42LtAqzDM-p5Wluif59-DGxzgwr045MO_GXZudLcfpZ3BeR2y8f4CRhRbcY92LGLAW0HU8M/s320/DSC03359.JPG" /><br /><div>Once the crayons are melted remove them from the oven and let them cool. When they are cool just remove them from the pan. They should just pop out.</div><div> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542621074302051122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBuS060KjQ4JxmiYgIGmYxBbw-0YWXe-HYynpR9HA5LQCQXA9y4UAzY1J0Wd1J0qZlFbzypLCCCE4ukHYOXRln7hno2Z75lRppiPg22aCyhbGnVxddzlWke3ltpgf2lYwe2UC5FTE1qwE/s320/DSC03361.JPG" /></div></div></div></div>Hayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953390936543726835.post-40160731246363002092010-11-10T13:54:00.006-06:002010-11-10T14:15:06.124-06:00Things I've learned in 3 monthsMy baby is fast approaching three months. In those three months I've learned many lessons I never thought I would need to succeed in life.<div><br /></div><div>1) Mother's should keep their fingernails as short as possible. Why you say? Because poop will find it's way under them no matter how hard you try to avoid that scenario. And your baby will laugh as you gag.</div><div><br /></div><div>2) The books tell you you can 'bite off your baby's long fingernails.' Tried this, impossible. You will also have visions of clipping off your baby's finger every time you use those little baby nail clippers. It will induce a panic attack.</div><div><br /></div><div>3) You will have NO memory of the first two weeks at home. None.</div><div><br /></div><div>4) You will spend a good amount of time giving your baby a bath, putting lotion on him, picking out the cutest outfit, wiggling him into it and then you'll sit your baby up in his carseat ready to leave on your trip. He will then throw up all down the front and when you pick him up to see if you can salvage the outfit you'll realize he's pooped all over himself too. The process starts all over again.</div><div><br /></div><div>5) You will vow to yourself that you won't let the baby lay there and cry. The whole first few weeks you do everything with one hand while your baby cries in the other. You'll do your best to quiet him while you make his bottle one-handed. Then your baby will become almost three months old and at 4 a.m. while you're holding a thrashing 12 pound, 2 foot long, screaming infant you'll say to yourself 'This is ridiculous.' Then you'll take that thrashing creature and lay him in his bed so you can prepare said bottle quickly and efficiently and think to yourself 'That was so much easier and quicker!'</div><div><br /></div><div>6) Your most favorite thing in the world will be when you go in to either put your baby to bed or get them up in the morning and they look up at you with the biggest, toothless grin ever. Then you forget all the spit up, poop and thrashing.</div><div><br /></div>Hayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953390936543726835.post-60679067022915974642010-11-06T19:21:00.003-05:002010-11-06T19:28:34.827-05:00Reflecting on my journey<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;">How long did it take to conceive your LO(s)? 11<strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "> (long) cycles</strong></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>What was the first thing you did or your first reaction when you got your BFP? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">After testing, I crawled back into bed for sure I was moving onto cycle 12, so with the covers on my head I hear Mark yell out that I HAVE to come in there and check out this test because 'There is totally something on here!' After multiple positive tests (and some consulting with some internet friends) we couldn't believe our eyes.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>Describe your pregnancy in two adjectives. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">awesome, happiness</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>Did you know ahead of time if it was a boy or girl? What was your reaction when you found out? <strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Yes, as soon as the picture flashed on the screen the word BOY popped into my head. I immediately looked at Mark and I think we both had a tear. Pure joy.</strong></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>What made you decide on their name? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">We were right up until the last week finalizing the name. The whole time we were trying for a baby we said his name would be Merrick (or Marek) and Mark wanted to honor his father, so Kenneth Merrick.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>What was the name going to be if it was the opposite sex? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Lillian</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>What week were you when your LO was born? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">40 week 2 days pregnant (Friday the 13th)</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>Was your delivery how you envisioned it? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Nope</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>Who was in the delivery room? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Mark was the only one in there for the delivery</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>Who cut the cord? <strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Doctor Merrick was in distress.</strong></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>Did you enjoy your maternity leave? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">After the first two weeks and some good drugs....I enjoyed every minute of it :)</span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Hayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953390936543726835.post-92136275808580287422010-11-06T00:30:00.004-05:002010-11-06T00:50:27.440-05:00Favorite time of yearChristmas shopping season!!!<br /><br /><br />Christmas shopping becomes my hobby in the winter. No joke. I treat it like my hardcore hobby. It might as well be my second job. I start early and do my research. I'll look at every ad between now and when I buy my last present. I have a long list. A big family. I have to make my dollars count.<br /><br />I start by making a detailed list of who to shop for. Then I write possible gift ideas next to each person's name. I'll go through a couple lists a season because I like my lists up to date.<br /><br />This list is very important. Why you ask? Because this is where I admit my budget. We (or I) spend an average of $10 per person. That's an average. So some gifts cost a bit more and some a bit less but on the average $10. This is why my shopping is treated like a hobby. My goal is to spend $10 but it can't look like $10. So I start early and shop often.<br /><br /><br />I actually start the day after Christmas. I like to put ornaments or cookie cutters on everyone's package. The BEST time to stock up on this is the day after Christmas. I know how many I need and I buy accordingly. So I already have this year's stash.<br /><br /><br />I will also admit sometimes I go over budget. Like last year our niece HAD to have a pair of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">pjs</span> even though we had already bought her gift. And then her uncle had to add something else to it also. But as a rule we do well sticking to our plan.<br /><br />This new hobby of mine came about out of necessity when Mark was laid off a few years ago. Our income was cut by over half and I refused to cut out Christmas. But now it's fun. When you have a budget of ten dollars you have to get creative. You have to get out there and SHOP. You can't wait until the last minute to shop or you'll get junk. I think each gift I get now is more meaningful than when we had no budget. I put a lot of effort into making sure I get the perfect gift. I feel good about each gift I wrap and put under my tree.<br /><br />So I start cutting coupons early and I horde ads like it's my job.<br /><br /><br />I also take a day off work so I can shop the day after Thanksgiving. I'll get up early (or not go to bed at all :) ) and hit the sales running! I'll have my stash of coupons and my handful of ads that will be marked with bright colored sticky notes as to what I'm looking for at each stop. I'll brief those in my car about what to search for and we'll divide and conquer. I have a job to do and crowds WON'T get in my way. I'll have granola bars in my purse and a mug of hot chocolate in my cup holder. There is NO stopping a girl and her budgeted Christmas list.<br /><br />I'm already stalking the Black Friday web sites in anticipation. My first draft of my list is made and in my purse. I have four gifts already bought and I'm itching to buy more.<br /><br /><br />Let the shopping begin!!Hayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953390936543726835.post-64629568121962778732010-09-02T19:18:00.002-05:002010-09-02T19:22:52.764-05:00Dairy Queen is on 'the list'<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEuMWWwyI0kHaVNJFs8HzW6tBJiYZkU89TFP7_O88QRIaxLBZkCJqCoAjqqaHVvVHtyShjFYY4hJAKNQfQkO4SysbOszSTj1Nh0kSlAjbMKrW6TXvDiBOHl5uBcLjmZpL3F-owSPAuETw/s1600/DSC03106.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512475198318855714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEuMWWwyI0kHaVNJFs8HzW6tBJiYZkU89TFP7_O88QRIaxLBZkCJqCoAjqqaHVvVHtyShjFYY4hJAKNQfQkO4SysbOszSTj1Nh0kSlAjbMKrW6TXvDiBOHl5uBcLjmZpL3F-owSPAuETw/s320/DSC03106.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Here is my receipt from my trip to DQ last night. Notice anything unusual? If you look closely you will see I was charged 12 cents for the 'Sweet Deal'. Seriously. For $3 you could get two items. I picked a hot dog and fries. Upon viewing my receipt I noticed the total of a hot dog and fries is less than $3 so DQ ADDED 12 cents to make it the $3 'Sweet Deal'. There is nothing sweet about that. So while there was no waving pee stick.....check out my Subway post for those details....DQ is going on 'the list' because of the ridiculousness of their 'Sweet Deal.'</div>Hayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953390936543726835.post-15857853754324283612010-08-20T09:41:00.004-05:002010-08-20T09:52:57.980-05:00It was the best of times, it was the worst of times part 4Still trying not to be too graphic<br /><br />So the baby is out and I can tell something isn't right because they don't hand him to me like the nurse told me they would. They hold him up and show him to me and then take him out.<br /><br />I leaned up and asked the doctor if I was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>. I didn't get an answer so I knew that meant.....Not really. Finally he stops and explains that I tore pretty badly but not horribly and he's going to fix me up. I say 'good thing I had that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">epi</span>' and he replies 'yes it is.' So he's working and all of a sudden I hear him tell the nurse 'Change that 3 to a 4.' I know exactly what that means....I have a fourth degree tear....the worst level. Just awesome. Nothing that I can do now. He works forever. Finally I say....Are you sure you can fix it! He assures me he can.<br /><br />After it's all done he then tells me that next time I should have a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">csection</span> because he can repair the damage once but if it were to happen again it would be more difficult. Basically I ended up with a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">csection</span> of the vagina anyway. Awesome. Basically the baby was bigger than anticipated and caught his shoulder on me and there was nothing the doctor could do. He said he tried to stop it but just couldn't.<br /><br />This is where I promised I won't be graphic. Let's just say recovery sucks and leave it with that. And let's just say I'm keeping up on my pain <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">meds</span> so I don't feel anything. :) :)<br /><br />Now back to the baby :) Merrick was born at 6:49 a.m. Weighed 8 pounds 5 ounces and 21 1/2 inches long. I didn't get to hold him until after 11 a.m. It was not what I imagined it to be. After 11 months of trying to get pregnant and 40 weeks of being pregnant that wait to hold him was an eternity. When they finally wheeled him into my room I couldn't stop crying. He was beautiful. All I imagined. Worth the tearing and pain and stress.<br /><br />So now I'm on the road to recovery. It's hard work but when I hold him I remember it will get better. I will heal. I will be OK again. I couldn't ask for anything more.Hayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953390936543726835.post-23762534895429689872010-08-20T09:27:00.005-05:002010-08-20T09:40:52.525-05:00It was the best of times, it was the worst of times part 3Again.....trying not to be too graphic.<br /><br />So the doctor comes in and suits up. He has me push a few times. Says....It's going to be another 30 minutes, takes off his gear and walks out. Mark and I just looked at each other.<br /><br />So now the nurses have me push. Which I must interject without my two labor nurses I would NOT have been able to get this baby out! No joke. So they have me push or teach me how to push. Let me tell you...that's hard work especially when you are numb from the waist down. I don't know how many times my nurse yelled 'Pretend like you're pooping! Use those same muscles!' Well who thinks about what muscles they use to poop??<br /><br />So I push with them for awhile. And I cry. I felt like I was frustrating them. They inform me that by no means am I frustrating they just can't be nice at this point or I won't get the job done.<br /><br />So I pull it together and back comes the doctor. Time to get to business. Real pushing begins again. Doctor informs us that I have a protruding pelvic bone or something like that and the baby is basically stuck behind it and I have to push him past it. Great.<br /><br />Let me describe the instructions I was receiving at this point. Push like you are pooping. Get mad. Pretend you are doing a crunch. Hold the back of your knees. Keep your butt down. Chin down. Relax your thighs. Relax your face. Hold it for a count of 10 (a slow count) Take a quick breath. Now do it again. Quick!! All these instructions were yelled from my bedside by my short nurse who was standing on a stool and holding my leg.<br /><br />By the end Mark was basically holding me into a crunch position every time I would start the process. I just couldn't' support myself anymore. I still wasn't getting him out though. So the doctor had to resort to the dreaded vacuum. He said he would only do it for a minute or so at a time and then we would have to resort to something else. I knew that meant csection. So with all I had and all Mark had he pushed. Me pushing and him holding my back up into that crunch position. I knew it was now or never. I pushed him past that bone!! One more and out he came.<br /><br />And then I flopped back. Exhausted. They told me to lean up and look at him. OMG that just came out of me. The doctor took him over to his nurses and began to put me back together.Hayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953390936543726835.post-7547216429644417052010-08-20T09:06:00.002-05:002010-08-20T09:27:52.975-05:00It was the best of times, it was the worst of times part 2Again, I'll try not to make this too graphic or gross but it is a labor story :)<br /><br />So water possibly breaks at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Walmart</span> and we head home. I call the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">oncall</span> doctor who before I even get my story out says 'If you think your water has broken then go to the hospital.' But don't you want to hear what happened!!?? Nope go to the hospital.<br /><br />So off we go. My mom, dad and me. My brother and sister in law close behind us. I'm still in denial but take my stuff with me just in case. I keep saying but I tested negative this morning!<br /><br />So we check into the hospital and they send me up to labor and delivery. I have to ride in a wheelchair. I'm embarrassed because I'm sure this is another false alarm. My dad takes my picture in a wheelchair and sends it to Mark. (Mark's at work and can't leave unless I'm seriously in labor because he doesn't have many days to take)<br /><br />I get to my room and the nurses tell me to go in the bathroom, take off my clothes, pee in a cup and put on a gown. 'ALL of my clothes??' I say. Yep. Can't even leave on my sports bra. I should have known right then I wouldn't be happy about all things to come. So I get the gown on and start to pee in cup. Now this is very hard when you are 40 weeks pregnant and leaking something. I kept bending over to wipe whatever I was leaking off the floor. I didn't want to leave a mess!! Little did I know.....<br /><br />So finally ready and come out and climb on the bed. Nurse checks and says 'Yep it's your water.' WHAT!! Seriously this is happening!!<br /><br />It's now 9:30 p.m. I debate on what to do about Mark. Nurse tells me she doesn't think the baby will come before 11 a.m. And she'll let me know if she thinks I need to call Mark and get him there ASAP. I talk to Mark at 10 p.m. on his dinner break and tell him I'm fine and he can probably work until 2:45 a.m. no problem. (I'm in NO pain at this point) So he decides to tough it out at work so he doesn't have to use a day just to watch me sit there.<br /><br />At midnight they start my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">pitocin</span>. By 1 a.m. I'm telling the room.....this isn't comfortable anymore. By 1;30 I'm telling the room I don't really like my nurse anymore because she keeps coming in and turning up my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">pitocin</span>. By 2 I'm in some pain. By 2:30 I'm miserable. By 2:50 I'm telling my mom to call Mark and find out where he is. He's getting in his car. It all goes down hill from there. They gave me some <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Demerol</span> in my IV to take the edge off because like the dummy I am I decided Mark HAD to be there before I could have an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">epi</span>. I was afraid it would hurt and I needed him there for support. Stupid idea.<br /><br />The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Demerol</span> did NOTHING. We're talking took my pain from a level 8-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">ish</span> to a 5-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">ish</span> for one contraction and then right back up to a 8 or 9. By the time Mark got to the hospital at 3:30 I was thrashing in pain, gripping the rail and sobbing. I was two contractions from screaming and I'm not a screamer. My mom and sister in law were with me. I don't think my sister in law said a word the whole hour and I kept tell my mom not to talk to me.<br /><br />Mark came in VERY happy and excited right as a contraction was starting and all I said was 'DON'T. SAY.A.WORD.' Then we got the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">epi</span> which wasn't bad at all. Compared to the pain of the contractions it was awesome. It seemed like it took forever to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">finish</span>. Once I got it I was checked again. I was already at 7 1/2 which explains all the intense pain I was having. Lucky I got the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">epi</span> when I did. The nurse had already told me at an 8 I couldn't have it.<br /><br />Things got much better. I was able to talk with Mark now and be excited again. At 4:30 <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">ish</span> I was checked again. I was at a 9 or so and they started talking about calling the doctor. At 5 they decided after calling another nurse in that I was complete and they called the doctor. Mark and I were so nervous. It was happening. One nurse predicted I would have him by 5:30.Hayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953390936543726835.post-61092950381722948222010-08-20T08:49:00.003-05:002010-08-20T09:04:30.635-05:00It was the best of times, it was the worst of timesLabor that is. Following will be my birth story. I'll break it up into a few posts so it's easier to read. I'll try not to make it too graphic or gross! :)<br /><br />It all started on Aug. 12. The day after my due date. I woke up at 9:30 a.m. to what I thought was my water breaking, either that or I was peeing on myself. So I scurried into the bathroom for further investigation. So I inspect. Clear: check. No smell: check. (Yes I smelled it to make sure it wasn't pee....that's what the book says to do!!) Then I called a friend to discuss if it could be my water. After deciding that yes I could possibly have sprung a leak, I made the decision to wake Mark.<br /><br />'Mark. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ummmm</span> Mark. Wake up. My water might be leaking but I'm not for sure can you smell this??'<br /><br />That's how I woke him up. He declined to take the smell test. Told me I was probably over-reacting, reminded me we had a doctor's appointment in a few hours and told me to go back to bed.<br /><br />WHAT?? Go back to bed?? My water may have just broken!!!.<br /><br />But since I wasn't for sure I laid back down. Then I got back up. Then I walked around. Then I laid back down. Where are my contractions I wondered??<br /><br />So finally it was time to go to the doctor. I was FOR SURE they were going to send me to the hospital. Doctor checks and says 'It's negative.' Meaning my water had not broken and the fluid could just be where I was dilating more.<br /><br />I was crushed. And that test hurt to check my fluid. And great not only am I leaking but now I'm bleeding. AND I'm late for work. So I called and took a personal day to recover. It's a good thing I did.<br /><br />My mom took me to Golden Corral to eat that evening with my brother and sister in law. Then we all heading to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Walmart</span> so I could walk the story. This whole time I was still leaking something but since the doctor said it wasn't my water I just went with it and wore a big overnight pad. (Sorry male readers you may want to stop now...it only gets worse :) )<br /><br />So we start walking around <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Walmart</span>. I'm not really in pain but I'm not comfortable and still leaking!! I talk with a friend about work the next day and if I should just take that day off too or not. And I stop to go to the bathroom twice. Then we get to the baby section. All of a sudden I feel a small gush and I say 'Oh no.' I'm sure the look on my face said it all. My brother was like 'What's wrong!?' I said 'I have to go to the bathroom. RIGHT NOW.' And off I waddle while trying to hold my legs together to the back bathroom. I hear my mom say 'I'm going with her!'<br /><br />I make it to the bathroom and realize I've completely filled that overnight pad. But did my water break?? It's not puddling at my feet and it's not continuously leaking so I just don't know. I make my mom call my aunt from the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Walmart</span> bathroom and ask her what she thinks. After much debate and tears from me I decide we must leave <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Walmart</span> right now and go home.Hayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953390936543726835.post-89766891929964744872010-08-20T08:33:00.002-05:002010-08-20T08:49:10.786-05:00Oh happy dayI've been thinking about the topic 'happiest day' for a few weeks now. I consider my wedding day to be the 'happiest day of my life.' Some may say that's cliche but I don't think so.<br /><br />My wedding day was truly the happiest day of my life. I married my best friend. The man to become the father of my child. The man to see me through horrible labor recovery. The man who loves me know matter how crazy, emotional I can get. The man I plan on being with for the rest of my life through all the other 'happiest days.'<br /><br />Even though I view my wedding day as the happiest day of my life, that doesn't mean I can't have other 'happiest days' or even 'happiest moments.' I recently had another happy day. The birth of our child.<br /><br />When he was finally wheeled into my room and placed in my arms I can't even explain the feelings of happiness that overcame me. I just swore I wouldn't be that weeping mother but that weeping mother I became. Crying tears of joy and happiness over the life that I was about to begin. This was a happiest moment.<br /><br />So while I think that someone can have many 'happiest days' and the birth of my new child is right up there on the list, I still stand by that the happiest day of my life was the day I married Mark, the father of my child. Without that happy day my most recent happiest day would never have happened.Hayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953390936543726835.post-72051952317668564312010-08-12T00:46:00.003-05:002010-08-12T00:52:55.988-05:00I'm officially ...<div>... overdue. It's 12:45 a.m. I was due yesterday. Mark and I are normally 15 minutes (at least) late to every event we attend. So that should mean the child should make an appearance tomorrow. Right?<br /><br />I've been telling him if he doesn't come out on his own he will be forceably removed and he DOESN'T want that to happen. That's not the way to come into any situation, especially your new life. He's not listening so far.<br /><br />So today I am 40 week 1 day pregnant and am having a hard time sitting up there is so much baby in my belly.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504397121798864130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixJYiiySBx57B8xnUGoBq2NtwkvslVTwNrHZHUN5KtcNG-mBVHempeNCt2Lk8QSndPzwMJ55AOP76lX4vSDFnshBJtqpb6KOjzosH9oJ3UsX6c1WTTARCJ3e-ma56knSuQtx6ezNQoT-c/s320/DSC02862.JPG" /></div><br /> 39 weeks 4 days: AwesomeHayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953390936543726835.post-82337130990452246102010-07-25T23:40:00.006-05:002010-07-25T23:57:38.301-05:00The hardest wait ever37 weeks 3 days<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498071968022237218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizmpJnHVaM75Ewo3BzMMrR8QNnjH2sUvTcYzyFkbyRSvvGA2BrAmfsPrLBjKmZBp3xvy4n6xFEAgKAIeGLB_E_dgPjoWUX6AjFZxdLXPQkQcey3WUYscjJVHDg1-JtRdSzT2OkMddyPvg/s320/DSC02836.JPG" /> <div><div>The room is complete. The bags are packed. Everything is ready. Now we wait. Will he come tonight? Will he come tomorrow? Or will he make us wait until Aug. 11? Or even later? Hardest wait of our lives. </div><div><br /> </div><div>I was pretty sure I would never be ready for labor. Ever. I was pretty sure I would never be ready to push a giant, living being out of my body. Well....I'm ready. I'm ready for it all to begin. I've never been more ready to experience pain in my life. How did I get to this point?? Me the girl who cries over a splinter is ready to give birth. </div><div> </div><div></div><div>I'll tell you how this happened and it's not because my feet don't even fit into flip flops anymore it's because of this ......</div><br /><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498071944111863314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB9as_ofMvNTcSSN1THiQLC4VMUP_lq8o8ABZYsLOx7cOqL6rYWs3wKqkGwRnCL3u32EmVIe8azUaovuLXMn_TREJaD4dHz4EdmEfK0mjKI1uWNvCpyozIhmmhgNHbkbIDyGgY17EtdiI/s320/DSC02837.JPG" />This is what I see every time I go to the bathroom, our cabinet full of baby bath supplies! It's pure torture. And yes I realize I have way more baby soap than I can ever use.....people like to give baby soap as gifts!</div><br /><div>I also wanted to share my favorite part of the baby's room. His iPod dock!!! It changes color. So now we're able to download his music (Baby Einstien :)) or white noise straight to our iPods and hook it right up in his room. Mark's even got lullaby versions of some of his favorite rock bands ready to go. And those in front are his baby legs :) Love them too.</div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498074192943867314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZ5KYHSNfg9TpyRH2oHmPKrCLgoIZPzCmO7Fq9yRzjk4MTo8ArU1fwSnFxA9XRRTVtAjz9mCAI-Snew_0ZLvLsQEoqK9_RuY0y7g5hgdxSYa4GCvzIETtKtP0IbfLQUGOIlRHb-jQVeE/s320/DSC02838.JPG" /><br />So now I sit here on the couch with our bags packed, hair washed, belly full and wonders......when's it going to be ???<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498071965763549154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2tBSwkj3UGHfcCyYiA_tnZA396XO8kUBPm5pZtRzp-k5zDO7yk_T7W8C2g-4cZwbEZy-zy8dYd9gTfv2zYwtVzXIDGIZTT6aBiCy8ssJrDAjpnuEljy-26nBUlg6ZeOi9lzPF_CgVH1E/s320/DSC02841.JPG" /> </div>Hayleyjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088782311471920239noreply@blogger.com0