1.) I am no where near as crafty as I like to think I am.
2.) Facebook is not as fun as I used to think it was.
3.) There is absolutely nothing that white vinegar, Dawn dish soap, and/or baking soda can't do.
4.) Never throw anything out. Ever. Somehow, someone, somewhere offers a tutorial on something really awesome to reuse it for.
5.) Mod Podge is a household must-have.
6.) Never buy store-bough Mod Podge. There's a tutorial on how to make your own.
7.) My sense of style is awesome on my Fashion pin board.
8.) People who see my "food" board must think I weigh 800 pounds. I really may as well rename the board to "food porn" because there's nothing on there that I don't go, "Ohhhh yeaaaah" when I see.
9.) I need to learn to crochet and knit. Asap. And my husband needs to take up woodworking.
10.) It's crack. Pinterest is crack. Before you ever use it, you don't really get it or the obsession people have with it. Then you join, get the general idea of it, and 2 hours later you reemerge having 12,000 new pins. Repeat several times daily.
11.) I'm already married, but my Pinterest wedding is coming along beautifully.
12.) People put more planning into their children's second birthday parties than I did my entire wedding.
13.) I need to visit... everywhere. I'm thinking if I start traveling today I might actually get to see half of the amazing things to see the world has to offer.
14.) Baby animals. That is all.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Pregnancy updates
I also forgot to add some pregnancy updates. I'm 28 weeks and a few days... again. They changed my due date and didn't bother telling me, and I had to find out when they sent me to Labor and Delivery to have the baby monitored for slower movements. I really, really, really can't stand my doctor. She has no idea who I even am when I walk into the room and swears she's told me things that she definitely has not.
When I asked her if she delivered at the other hospital in the area, she told me "No, we tell all our patients that the first visit, I definitely told you the first time I saw you." I had to remind her that no, she definitely did NOT, because the first time she saw me I was brought in early as an emergency for bleeding, and she insisted my pregnancy was non-developing. Why would she have told me where she delivers while she's also telling me, absolutely, that my pregnancy isn't developing?
At the last appointment she also insisted my due date has never changed from the start. I had to remind her, again, that she was wrong, and then she gets awkward. It definitely did change, though, and she definitely did recalculate it twice because at my 8 week appointment when I thought I was due Feb. 19th, she told me twice I was due the 12th. Now I'm Suddenly due the 21st. It makes me wonder if she's dyslexic or if the date was written down backwards accidentally at some point. I know what she told me that one appointment way back when- definitely that I was 9 weeks and some days instead of 8 and some days, and that I was due the 12th. If she's insisting it was never changed, then I don't know what to make of it.
Anyway, I know it's a just an estimate, but the 12th is a huge jump from the 21st.
Aside from that my pregnancy isn't as painful as Kayla's was... I'm mostly just tired. All my other symptoms are fleeting and manageable. I did have a scare with her movement earlier this week that landed me in Labor and Delivery for monitoring, but it turns out that she's perfectly fine, just slipped into a position that is making me feel less now. It's just really strange to go from violent kicking all day long to barely anything at all.
My 1 hour glucose tolerance test came back abnormal. I was so surprised (I really expected to pass it) I forgot to ask the actual number while I was there. I read a ton of posts online about people's numbers, and decided to call and see what it was- 174. They said they do the 3 hour for anything over 120... so I was WAY over. Most of the other people online have doctors that fail you after 140. Either way- still WAY over. I did the 3 hour yesterday and that was some new form of torture for me. Fasting starting at 8 PM the night before, waking up hungry, exhausted, nauseous, thirsty, getting stuck with a needle 4 times in 4 hours, having to sit still in the waiting room the entire time... AND the last lab tech to draw blood messed up the needle so my blood squirted halfway across the room- all over me, her, the floor, the chair, and my suede bag that was on my lap. I think everyone in the room was waiting for me to lose it... they suddenly were all very helpful and overly nice. They must get a lot of nasty, hungry, crazy pregnant ladies in there for that test to know that at that point I was ready to rip someone apart anyway. But I was nice and just said it was fine. I was so relieved to be able to leave I couldn't even care at the moment.
By the time I got home I barely made it upstairs before I blacked out. Like, not sleeping- my vision tunneled again and I passed out. Not feeding pregnant people for 16 hours is just stupid. I came to, ate something, and passed out for 4 hours. Thankfully, Brian was home all day so he was with Kayla and I could sleep it off.
I get the results sometime next week. The statistics all say that about 2/3 of the people who have to take the 3 hour pass with flying colors. I'm hoping I'm in that category. I will be so surprised, again, if I actually do have it- I have none of the risk factors. If I do, then I'll be the most miserable person you can imagine being around. I feel bad for everyone who has to deal with me.
I have no problem admitting that my complaints are stupid and shallow, but I can't help it. I never have had to care about my diet- I'm lucky to be able to eat whatever I want and never gain weight. I have no other health problems to make my dieting a concern. I'm spoiled by being able to eat whatever I want, whenever I want. I don't even know what people with diabetes can't eat. Seriously. Carbs? Sugar? I don't even know what a carb actually is. After my appointment at he doctor when she told me I failed the 1 hour, shed told me to assume I have gestational diabetes for now until I get the results for the 3 hour. I stared blankly. She said to watch my carbs. So I came home, subduing the panic attack on the verge of happening, and wanted a sandwich. I remembered I needed to actually pay attention to the label, so I was looking at the bag for the nutritional information and lost it. I just sobbed. ANd sobbed. It was suddenly overwhelming. I was sitting there reading the levels for a slice of bread- I'd have to do this for everything I ate? My brain doesn't function on that level. I have anxiety attacks trying to prepare ONE MEAL without diet restraints- just trying to cook a regular old meal makes my heart race and my head spin. It's a large part of why I hate cooking. If I do cook anything, I need hours to prepare myself to do it. I go over each step in my head over and over. I go through the ingredients I'll need. I have to have all of them lined up on the counter, in the order that I'll need them, and I have to put everything away as I'm done with it because stuff on the counter just sitting there makes me nervous. SO yes, this whole caring in great detail about the carb content of food makes me cry.
But then again, I could, and more likely than not, and worrying over nothing. Since most people don't have a positive result from this second test, I am comforting myself in assuming it was just something I ate the morning before the 1 hour that cause my number to be so high.
I hope.
When I asked her if she delivered at the other hospital in the area, she told me "No, we tell all our patients that the first visit, I definitely told you the first time I saw you." I had to remind her that no, she definitely did NOT, because the first time she saw me I was brought in early as an emergency for bleeding, and she insisted my pregnancy was non-developing. Why would she have told me where she delivers while she's also telling me, absolutely, that my pregnancy isn't developing?
At the last appointment she also insisted my due date has never changed from the start. I had to remind her, again, that she was wrong, and then she gets awkward. It definitely did change, though, and she definitely did recalculate it twice because at my 8 week appointment when I thought I was due Feb. 19th, she told me twice I was due the 12th. Now I'm Suddenly due the 21st. It makes me wonder if she's dyslexic or if the date was written down backwards accidentally at some point. I know what she told me that one appointment way back when- definitely that I was 9 weeks and some days instead of 8 and some days, and that I was due the 12th. If she's insisting it was never changed, then I don't know what to make of it.
Anyway, I know it's a just an estimate, but the 12th is a huge jump from the 21st.
Aside from that my pregnancy isn't as painful as Kayla's was... I'm mostly just tired. All my other symptoms are fleeting and manageable. I did have a scare with her movement earlier this week that landed me in Labor and Delivery for monitoring, but it turns out that she's perfectly fine, just slipped into a position that is making me feel less now. It's just really strange to go from violent kicking all day long to barely anything at all.
My 1 hour glucose tolerance test came back abnormal. I was so surprised (I really expected to pass it) I forgot to ask the actual number while I was there. I read a ton of posts online about people's numbers, and decided to call and see what it was- 174. They said they do the 3 hour for anything over 120... so I was WAY over. Most of the other people online have doctors that fail you after 140. Either way- still WAY over. I did the 3 hour yesterday and that was some new form of torture for me. Fasting starting at 8 PM the night before, waking up hungry, exhausted, nauseous, thirsty, getting stuck with a needle 4 times in 4 hours, having to sit still in the waiting room the entire time... AND the last lab tech to draw blood messed up the needle so my blood squirted halfway across the room- all over me, her, the floor, the chair, and my suede bag that was on my lap. I think everyone in the room was waiting for me to lose it... they suddenly were all very helpful and overly nice. They must get a lot of nasty, hungry, crazy pregnant ladies in there for that test to know that at that point I was ready to rip someone apart anyway. But I was nice and just said it was fine. I was so relieved to be able to leave I couldn't even care at the moment.
By the time I got home I barely made it upstairs before I blacked out. Like, not sleeping- my vision tunneled again and I passed out. Not feeding pregnant people for 16 hours is just stupid. I came to, ate something, and passed out for 4 hours. Thankfully, Brian was home all day so he was with Kayla and I could sleep it off.
I get the results sometime next week. The statistics all say that about 2/3 of the people who have to take the 3 hour pass with flying colors. I'm hoping I'm in that category. I will be so surprised, again, if I actually do have it- I have none of the risk factors. If I do, then I'll be the most miserable person you can imagine being around. I feel bad for everyone who has to deal with me.
I have no problem admitting that my complaints are stupid and shallow, but I can't help it. I never have had to care about my diet- I'm lucky to be able to eat whatever I want and never gain weight. I have no other health problems to make my dieting a concern. I'm spoiled by being able to eat whatever I want, whenever I want. I don't even know what people with diabetes can't eat. Seriously. Carbs? Sugar? I don't even know what a carb actually is. After my appointment at he doctor when she told me I failed the 1 hour, shed told me to assume I have gestational diabetes for now until I get the results for the 3 hour. I stared blankly. She said to watch my carbs. So I came home, subduing the panic attack on the verge of happening, and wanted a sandwich. I remembered I needed to actually pay attention to the label, so I was looking at the bag for the nutritional information and lost it. I just sobbed. ANd sobbed. It was suddenly overwhelming. I was sitting there reading the levels for a slice of bread- I'd have to do this for everything I ate? My brain doesn't function on that level. I have anxiety attacks trying to prepare ONE MEAL without diet restraints- just trying to cook a regular old meal makes my heart race and my head spin. It's a large part of why I hate cooking. If I do cook anything, I need hours to prepare myself to do it. I go over each step in my head over and over. I go through the ingredients I'll need. I have to have all of them lined up on the counter, in the order that I'll need them, and I have to put everything away as I'm done with it because stuff on the counter just sitting there makes me nervous. SO yes, this whole caring in great detail about the carb content of food makes me cry.
But then again, I could, and more likely than not, and worrying over nothing. Since most people don't have a positive result from this second test, I am comforting myself in assuming it was just something I ate the morning before the 1 hour that cause my number to be so high.
I hope.
Even More Adventures with Albus, and our Struggle with the letter "H"
Well, First, here's our latest Albus pictures-
He's been relatively well-behaved, and down-right sweet last night, leaving Kayla an art project to do. That's one of her favorite things! She was so happy she drew a picture for Albus right after we finished Santa's beard and showed it to him. I wrote on the picture of Santa , "To Kayla, Love Albus" and colored a small bit of the hat to look like he got it started for her. She's loving this Elf thing! So glad I bought it, and it was definitely worth every penny.
And on an unrelated note, Kayla for some reason is struggling with the H sound this week. No idea why, she just isn't grasping it. She writes her letters pretty well, and H is no exception there. She picks up on that pretty quickly and can write them all up to H so far. But when it comes to the letter sound itself we are really having a hard time with this one. Boo! I guess they all can't be easy!
He's been relatively well-behaved, and down-right sweet last night, leaving Kayla an art project to do. That's one of her favorite things! She was so happy she drew a picture for Albus right after we finished Santa's beard and showed it to him. I wrote on the picture of Santa , "To Kayla, Love Albus" and colored a small bit of the hat to look like he got it started for her. She's loving this Elf thing! So glad I bought it, and it was definitely worth every penny.
And on an unrelated note, Kayla for some reason is struggling with the H sound this week. No idea why, she just isn't grasping it. She writes her letters pretty well, and H is no exception there. She picks up on that pretty quickly and can write them all up to H so far. But when it comes to the letter sound itself we are really having a hard time with this one. Boo! I guess they all can't be easy!
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
More Adventures of Albus the Elf
Albus the Elf is generally a hit so far. Every morning she still wants me to hold her hand as we walk downstairs, but she has loved finding him and laughs when she sees what he's up to.
Day 2-
Albus decided to play with Kayla's blocks.
Day 3- Taking it easy this morning, Albus relaxed with a couple of good books:
Day 4- His first night of minor mischief. I wonder what Kayla will think of this!
And in other holiday-related news, I decided to do a little 'countdown-to-Christmas' treat for Kayla. I found a bunch of small stockings at the dollar store (2 in a pack) and picked up a few, but I'm pretty sure I could have found different ones for much cheaper. I just was lazy and didn't feel like looking. So I also made a handful of cheapo ones using two table runners from the dollar store, and a santa hat. I cut up the table runners into little stocking shapes, sewed them together, and then just hot-glued the white fluffy part onto them.
Day 2-
Albus decided to play with Kayla's blocks.
Day 3- Taking it easy this morning, Albus relaxed with a couple of good books:
Day 4- His first night of minor mischief. I wonder what Kayla will think of this!
And in other holiday-related news, I decided to do a little 'countdown-to-Christmas' treat for Kayla. I found a bunch of small stockings at the dollar store (2 in a pack) and picked up a few, but I'm pretty sure I could have found different ones for much cheaper. I just was lazy and didn't feel like looking. So I also made a handful of cheapo ones using two table runners from the dollar store, and a santa hat. I cut up the table runners into little stocking shapes, sewed them together, and then just hot-glued the white fluffy part onto them.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Adventures with our Elf on a Shelf
Meet Albus, our Elf on a Shelf. (I swear I did not prompt Kayla in any way to choose a Harry Potter related name, but admittedly did give her a huge hug when she came up with that all on her own.)
Today was our first day meeting him. This morning when Kayla woke up she was excited to start looking for him. She bounded down the stairs quickly, turned the corner, and since I had placed the elf conspicuously on the DVD shelf close to the stairs she saw it right away. I figured that for the first day it would be best to just ease her into it and let her get used to seeing him.
Well, upon seeing him she froze in her tracks and started yelling for me to help her. She was pretty terrified. I picked her up and we waited a few seconds, and I let her hold the elf (which you're technically not supposed to do, according to the story). But it helped her and she quickly smiled and liked him. I put him back on the shelf where she couldn't reach him and told her it was time to choose his name. Albus. Can you believe it? She's so awesome. In hindsight, I actually wonder if she was trying to say "Elvis", which would have been a lot less exciting for the Harry Potter nerd in me, but I'd be equally impressed with her wit (Elvis the Elf is, after all, still pretty funny) and wonder where she heard the name. Either way, when I asked her again, she confirmed it was ALBUS, so we went with that.
I'm very excited to have some fun with this little dude. I can't wait to see what he gets into this month.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
In Progress: Cloth Diaper storage and Upcycled bookshelf
So here's the progress on my cloth diaper storage unit. I got the idea from pinterest, so I can't claim originality.
Here's my inspiration:
http://wallfry.blogspot.com/2011/06/upholstered-drawers.html
Here's the result:
The original tutorial mentioned that you needed to use dressers that don't have handles, but I still was able to do this without a problem. I just unscrewed the knobs, and then used an exacto to cut a very small hole through the fabric and batting. The knobs screwed on perfectly and it looks nice.
Ever since I redid the kitchen chair fabric, I'm finding a new love for upholstering. I wonder what else I can add some fabric and batting to around here?
Now if we could just get the crib put together, a mattress, and an actual dresser for in the room and maybe the nursery will start to actually come together. Brian thinks I'm rushing things, but I'm almost 27 weeks pregnant now, and even if I didn't have the bleeding problems early on, Kayla was almost 2 weeks early. I can safely assume that this baby will also be that early since subsequent pregnancies tend to have earlier labors than previous ones. So that means we're down to 13 weeks for a 40 week, full term pregnancy, 11 weeks for a probable 38 week pregnancy, and less if my bleeding complications and friable cervix lead to any other issues later. It is NOT that far away.
Holy crap, it's really not that far away.
Here's my inspiration:
http://wallfry.blogspot.com/2011/06/upholstered-drawers.html
Here's the result:
The original tutorial mentioned that you needed to use dressers that don't have handles, but I still was able to do this without a problem. I just unscrewed the knobs, and then used an exacto to cut a very small hole through the fabric and batting. The knobs screwed on perfectly and it looks nice.
Ever since I redid the kitchen chair fabric, I'm finding a new love for upholstering. I wonder what else I can add some fabric and batting to around here?
Now if we could just get the crib put together, a mattress, and an actual dresser for in the room and maybe the nursery will start to actually come together. Brian thinks I'm rushing things, but I'm almost 27 weeks pregnant now, and even if I didn't have the bleeding problems early on, Kayla was almost 2 weeks early. I can safely assume that this baby will also be that early since subsequent pregnancies tend to have earlier labors than previous ones. So that means we're down to 13 weeks for a 40 week, full term pregnancy, 11 weeks for a probable 38 week pregnancy, and less if my bleeding complications and friable cervix lead to any other issues later. It is NOT that far away.
Holy crap, it's really not that far away.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Nursery Stuff
So somehow, despite getting only 3 hours of sleep a night for the past month and a half, and after chasing around a crazy 3 year old all day, I've still managed to find a little energy left to do some crafty things for the third bedroom. Not too much so far, but still think it's looking pretty cute.
Stuffed owls for a mobile:
Of course I still have the monumental task of assembling the mobile, itself, but so far I am happy with the owls!
Painting:
Those are actually the only two I have pictures of so far. Ha! It feels like I have so much to do left, but really it's only a matter of organizing a few things and making some final touches. I'm having a lot of fun with this decorating thing!
Stuffed owls for a mobile:
Of course I still have the monumental task of assembling the mobile, itself, but so far I am happy with the owls!
Painting:
Those are actually the only two I have pictures of so far. Ha! It feels like I have so much to do left, but really it's only a matter of organizing a few things and making some final touches. I'm having a lot of fun with this decorating thing!
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