One Week Down

It's hard to believe that one week ago today The Fifth Element entered this world.  Before I couldn't imagine her in it.  Today, I already cannot fathom the idea of her not being part of our family.  In just a few quick years we went from a family of two, plus one insane dog, to a family of five.  It absolutely blows my mind.  I still refuse to drive a minivan.  Love how everyone looks so well rested in this photo except for me.  Shortly after this picture was taken I passed out for an almost two hour nap.  More to come.  … [Read more...]

We Need an Eviction Notice

I am 38 weeks and counting with the Fifth Element and you know what?  I'm sick of counting. I need an eviction notice on this kid.  I have already cried about four times this morning from pain or some sort of suffering.  H is sick of it. I'm sick of it. I'm sure the girls are sick of it. This baby needs to get a move on.  I might start taking nurses and midwives hostage at my appointment today if I find out I haven't dilated anymore.  "Induce me or you are all getting Strep B tested!"We're all very ready for this baby to arrive.  I arrived home from Blogher (I'll be getting to that obligatory post-Blogher update shortly.) yesterday and upon entering the DC Metro area I began to have contractions. Maybe it was the jostling train ride, the luggage … [Read more...]

Not at My Best

It was the best of times. It was the warts of times. Warts, worst, whatever.  I feel like an angry, old hag covered in warts right about now anyway.  Vacation bliss is a distant memory.  It's been a week of Braxton Hicks, little sleep, too much baby prep and testing of the parents.  H can't sleep with me because I'm a "loud breather" right now and I toss and turn so much these days while simultaneously moaning that I keep him up half the night.  After he leaves our precious munchkins feel the need to wake me up with requests such as, "My skin is dry. I need lotion.  Lotion all over my entire body."  It's 1 a.m.  I momentarily thought of shoving the lotion into the room via basket and telling TD, "It's puts the lotion on the skin..."  See? I'm … [Read more...]

Embarrassing Moments in Pregnancy

It's not embarrassing enough to pee in a tiny cup each time I go to the doctor or to even pee in a jug for 24-hours straight.  I just lurve lugging around a jug of my own urine.  And keeping it in my fridge.  Tasty.No, pregnancy has many embarrassing moments.Take yesterday when my bra just about combusted.  At least that is what it felt like as it flew open with great force. Luckily, no one else seemed to notice and I was able to get the "girls", which these days are more like full-grown women, under control.Or how about all those lovely times I've peed myself when I'm not even aiming for a cup or jug.  I cough, sneeze or laugh too hard and there you have it.  It's to the point that when I do sneeze around H, he glances over nervously and does a pee … [Read more...]

Noname Yet

A few days ago I asked for baby name submissions both on the blog and Twitter.  When it comes to names it seems H and I have totally different tastes.  He has thrown in suggestions that are seventies throwbacks while I tend to like foreign or "old lady" names.  Both the TD and The Comedian have Presidents in their names but I think we are running out of options in that category.Can you really name a girl Fillmore, Polk or Bush?  No. No, you cannot.  Perhaps we need to get real creative and use Lincolnia, Quincy or Clevelandia? … [Read more...]

The Jug O’ Pee

I've admitted before that this third pregnancy (Baby Trois) is kicking my ever-expanding ass.  Months of nausea that seemed endless through the gray winter months nearly did me in.  I gratefully accepted a pass into the second trimester and now at 27 weeks we begin a new journey, even if it is for just a day.What's that song about "twenty-four little hours"?  Right, Dinah Washington, 'What a Difference a Day Makes."  Well, we shall soon see.Today I begin a 24-hour urinalysis. TMI? Too bad. It's my blog. Check the labels.  From this morning until I wake up tomorrow I have to pee into a bright biohazard orange jug.  A jug o' pee, if you will.  Tomorrow after dropping TD off at school I will head to the lab, give them my jug and have some blood drawn … [Read more...]