Monday, February 8, 2010

You will be redirected to the new blog... 3...2...1...

Last Call.

I'll be pulling this blog down and auto-redirecting to my new blog around 11pm CST TONIGHT!

That means if you're following this blog or subscribe to it via RSS, you need to update STAT!

Please FOLLOW and SUBSCRIBE to the other blog so you don't miss a thing!

You'll find all my new posts (plus all OLD ones) at my other blog - Blogged Bliss.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

This blog will explode in t-minus...

...two days.

I'm growing tired of double posting. of THIS FRIDAY (2/5/10) I will no longer be updating this blog.

You'll find all my new posts (plus all OLD ones) at my other blog - Blogged Bliss.

After that point, I'm hoping to have this blog just redirect to the new one.

BUT - you really should FOLLOW and SUBSCRIBE to the other blog so you don't miss a thing!


Monday, February 1, 2010

Today is the beginning of the end...

...of my maternity leave.

Tomorrow, I go back to work.

Abby has been extra smiley today, which helps and hurts at the same time. She even gave me her first REAL GIGGLE! I tried so hard to get her to do it again but no. She's also mastering squishing things between her fists to "pick them up."

How do I feel about going back to the land of adult conversation? I'm actually really excited to go back. I can't wait to get my mushy brain back to working order, to wear real clothes and makeup everyday. To eat and pee and use a computer* without interruption.

But not being able to pick up and snuggle my little girl whenever I want breaks my heart. I know she's going to start doing a lot more in the coming weeks and I can't even think about missing her firsts.

Josh and I are in a position with his job where, if I REALLY REALLY wanted to, I could stay home. But when it really comes down to it...I don't want to. I like my job. I like my career. I like making my own money.  I am so thankful that between my job and Josh's, we really only need 3 days of childcare, and his parents are able to take care of her for those three days. It's a really hard decision, but I know it's the best.

Next up - the gallbladder. The u/s came back normal, lab tests normal. Next the doc wants me to do what's called a HIDA scan to see if maybe my gallbladder just isn't working. Needless to say, Vincent isn't coming out any time soon.

And the hair loss. I'm going to take a few deep breaths and write the current hair loss up to post-pregnancy hormones, but if I am still losing this much in a couple months (if there's anything left to lose by then) I'm going to talk to my doc. I guess the time between 3-4 months PP results in the most hair loss. Until then I will gulp back the tears as I clear out my tub drain.

*This post was interrupted by a whiny baby who apparently needed a burp, because she spit up all over herself and her bouncy chair. Cleanup of both baby and chair was followed by an awesome Abby nap  in the glider. Messy dining room and dirty dishes can wait when Abby falls asleep on Momma. Especially on her last day before!

Friday, January 29, 2010

The Completed Nursery

Since my new blog has more room for pictures - I suggest you view this post over at the new home of my blog -

The Completed Nursery @ blogged bliss.

And while you're there, bookmark, follow and subscribe! Oh, and vote. Don't forget this blog is going bye-bye in 2 weeks. :)

Oh dear.

Uhm, so I had no idea hair loss was a side effect of the Mirena IUD.

I didn't know until I read one of my favorite bloggers most recent posts.

And then I found this site.

Pardon my french but I am FREAKING THE FUCK OUT.

This HAS to be from the IUD. I am honestly pulling a golfball size clump of hair out of the drain every day. My hair is one of the few things I really REALLY like about myself and now it's going away.

Points to be made:
  • This thing was expensive to have placed and I've only had it for 2 months. Should I give it more time? Probably. That's more than likely what my midwife would say.
  • Let's say I get it pulled. Yaz/Yazmin is out - caused depression. NFP/Charting/condoms are a pain in the rear and SCARE THE BEJEEZUS out of me. What then? A different pill? I suppose.
Hokay, that's all for now. I just had to post this because omgwhatamIgoingtodo?!?!

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Someone have the phone number for Hair Club for Men?

No, seriously.

I cannot even believe how much hair I am losing. I read that this would happen. I also read that my hair would get thicker with pregnancy. IT DIDN'T.

I really shouldn't complain, my hair has always been pretty thick. I would always lose a bit every day in the shower, but I'm pulling out handfuls now. There are enough tresses in my drain catch to give Barbie a hair transplant. But what can I do? A big fat NOTHING.

Thankfully, even though showering feels like a scene in a horror movie, I'm not really noticing my hair being thinner. Yet. (And by typing said words, I probably just cursed myself.)

In other news, I had my abdomen ultrasound-ed yesterday. It was really weird. I mean, I was watching the tech show me all my organs on the screen and kept thinking that it was only like, 10 months ago that I saw my little girl on the screen for the first time.  I was waiting for him to find my liver and say "and there's the baby!" or something like that. ::shudder:: If I heard those words again so soon...gah. Speaking of horror movies...

Anyway - no word yet from the doctor. If I was a betting lady (which I am) I would say there were no stones in that ultrasound. Just a big ol' empty gallbladder. I wish the doc would just call me so I can find out.

Four more days until I go back to work...

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

3 months.

My sweet, spitty baby.
You're three months old today. We celebrated by going to Babies R Us and buying you a few new toys, and by redoing my blog while you helped by sleeping. It was a fun day for sure.
You've already grown out of half of your 3 month sleepers, and have officially graduated to the level 2 nipples offered by Dr. Brown. (Pretty awesome, huh?)

I'm sad to say that the three month anniversary of your birth also means that momma's going back to work. Grandpa Mike had a couple trial Abbycare days in preparation the past few days. While I fully trust both him and Grandma Chris, I will more than likely cry every day that I leave you. In fact, today you cried while we were at the store, simply because you couldn't see me. And I nearly cried when I realized what that meant.

So, another month under the belt. Another month wiser, for both of us.

Love you much,

I'm making the move.

...back to my old blog space.

Some of you may be familiar with it. I had a blog prior to this one called Blogged Bliss. Once I found I was pregnant (or trying to be) I started this blog so I could keep it a secret from all friends and family. But, now that the secret's out, I'd kind of like to go back home, so to speak.

I IMPLORE you to join me again - only this time at Blogged Bliss. All of my blog posts here have been moved so you won't be missing a thing! If anything, you get to read my posts PRE baby, including the insanity of getting married and buying our first house. And, if I do say so myself, I kind of think it's prettier. (Although still a work in progress.)

This blog will exist until Valentine's Day. Then all new posts will be found over at Blogged Bliss.

Thank you loyal readers! Follow! Subscribe! Vote! Pants on the ground!

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

I'm getting an ultrasound tomorrow.

No, dear internets, I am not knocked up again, THANK YOU BABY JESUS.

Lately, the dreaded avocado episodes are back. Indeed they were triggered by guacamole consumption (so sue me) and now the old gallbladder is just acting like a bitch again and hurting me all the time.

I was almost fully convinced I wasn't going to need any treatment for it after I had Abby because it seemed I could eat anything and everything I hadn't been able to while it was acting up. But I hadn't attempted the dreaded avocado. And then I did and then my gallbladder (AKA Vincent*) was all "OH NO YOU DI'ENT" and then I nearly died from pain.

So, I saw a loverly doctor today who scheduled me for an ultrasound of my jerky abdomen tomorrow morning at 8am (8 hours of no food beforehand?! They'd better start that thing at 8am ON THE DOT) to see if I've got some stones hanging out in there. I'm almost hoping there are, because the simple solution to relieve me of my pain is to yank the sucker out. She'd like to do it this week, if possible.

At first I panicked at the prospect of more time in the hospital, but in reality, as long as I don't have to vaginally deliver my gallbladder I'm pretty sure this will be a walk in the park.

In other news, Abby will be 3 months old tomorrow and DEAR GOD I GO BACK TO WORK IN A WEEK. Unless they pull out Vincent. Then it might be a little longer before work.

So, until I post a tear jerker post about how my child is practically already a grown up, I bid you adieu.

*A note about my gallbladder being named Vincent. My dear e-friend Poeia helped me name it. Vincent seemed the best since it makes me think of Vincent Price and I can only imagine my gallbladder being devious and having an awesome pencil-thin mustache.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Hungry baby = fast post.

Hello internets.

Again, routine in the Abby house = not much excitement. However, MY MOTHER is coming to stay with us! Her flight gets in at 5-ish today, and she's staying through the weekend (my dad is driving up on Friday). The hubs and I keep saying "they're going to shit when they see how much she's changed." Like, at least once a day we say that. It's getting ridiculous, but it's so true.

Anyway, Abby and I will be at the airport to pick her up, and I'm hoping she blesses my mom with a big gummy smile. They're still few and far between so when they happen it's pretty monumental.

Other than that, I go back to work TWO WEEKS FROM TODAY. I am both excited and totally dreading that day at once.

Sorry there's nothing funny to report with this post. Except maybe the fact that I smell like cat butt. Did I mention I didn't shower yesterday?  Because I didn't.

And...Abby just filled her diapers. The sheer force of her pushing out the poo made the pacifier in her mouth shoot across the room. THERE'S your excitement, internets. Enjoy.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

This post is mostly for my mom...

...because she was getting sick of the guidos fist pumping every time she checked my blog.  Now you get to see a post addressed to you! And now everyone knows you're not amused by The Situation. I'll post your phone number for disagreeing fans later.

Not much is going on in the land of Abby and her unshowered mother. Routine is setting in, and so when I do things like wash dishes twice a day, do laundry and pick up the house while watching Bonnie Hunt and What Not to Wear...there really isn't much worth blogging about.

It DOES sadden me that routine is finally settling in, and I'm going back to work in less than three weeks. I'm going to try to make the best of the rest of my time and make Abby learn as many tricks as possible so I don't miss anything. She did give me a BIG smile yesterday morning when I went to her crib to get her up for the day. We're still working on smiles. I think she's just a little shy. Other than that, she's lifting her legs up in the air all the time now, so we're getting some assistance during diaper changes.

Hmmm...what else? I think that's about it for now. I apologize for my lack of anything. I'm spending most of my time manning the Save Conan fanpage on Facebook.  (I'm so crabby with NBC that I could spit.) Wanna become a fan? Click here.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Let me pause for a moment to say...


That is all.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

No no no no no no no. DO IT.

The 2 month check and a new skill.

Yesterday Abby had her 2 month checkup appointment, complete with shots.

Her new stats are 11 lbs 3ozs, and 24 inches tall. That's TWO FEET TALL, people. Where does she get her towering height from? Certainly not her parents. Maybe my dad's genes skipped a generation and she'll be 6'2".

Her shots went as well as could be expected. I felt horrible hearing her scream only to know she had 2 more to endure. But she survived, and so did I. And then she slept ALL DAY. Thus...last night didn't go so well. She didn't want to go to bed, and when she fell asleep she woke up at midnight, 4am, 6:30am, and that was that. We were up for the day. So now I'm doing my best to try to keep her stimulated and entertained so she sleeps tonight. Momma's tired.

In my attempts to keep her awake - she's learned a new trick.

She figured out how to bring the rattle up to her mouth AND CHEW ON IT. ISN'T THAT EFFING AWESOME?!  This kid - she's got talent. 

Monday, January 4, 2010

Hangovers and hepatitis shots.

Well, I survived NYE...barely. I drank as if I hadn't stopped drinking for 10 months. MISTAKE. Also...having champagne be a large portion of my bevvy consumption was a mistake. And maybe that shot of tequila was a mistake too.

despite the face I'm making it was quite delish.

the midnight mooch

...and then this happened.

I woke up on Friday morning with the WORST HEADACHE EVER and heard the hubs reaching for something in a pill bottle. I shoved my hand in his face while managing the words "GIVE ME SOME." I got Tylenol (what was left of the pregnancy stash) because we were out of Advil. Yet another sign of my lack of drinking. Christ, he could have given me his man vitamins and I would have been okay with it as long as I was taking SOMETHING.

I woke up a couple hours later headache free, but with the spins. We showered and headed to breakfast with friends where I nearly vomited about three times. I ordered toast and a fruit cup, managed to finish nearly all of it and felt a little better.  We then went to pick up Abby from the Grandparents and headed home for some good couch napping. Ahhh...New Years.

Anyway, my baby girl has her two month appointment tomorrow, complete with her first round of post delivery room vaccinations. ::insert scurred momma here:: I'm probably going to cry on the car ride home. That is, if they give her any shots at all. She's been a little booger-y and cough-y for the past 12 hours. I'm hoping it's just a fluke, but if she really IS sick, she might be skipping the shots this time around.

And today, I took this video. Pardon my squeaky voice. The hubs insists I should do voices in cartoons. I give a stern side-eye as a response to that comment.

Asking for a smile... from jenna bee on Vimeo.