Carter, Now Sugar-Free!

Ugh, that’s where I’m at right now.

I’ve heard it all when it comes to my sweet boy and I’m beginning to think I should rename him Handful or Pistol or Something Else since that is how he’s most often described. The descriptions annoy and frustrate me. My son is not bad or mean. And I don’t appreciate grown adults saying that in front of him or about him in front of their children. He’s a two-year old boy who is extremely active and entirely too smart for his own good.

I’ve been praying a lot more lately about my Buddy. Along with prayer I’ve been scouring the Internets and giving quite a bit of thought on how to help Carter with self-control, hyper-ness and occasionally hitting (hangs-head-in-shame).

I feel like I’m a reasonably intelligent and logical person and I see that discipline (we’ve tried every different way) does not seem to faze my boy in the slightest. I am also smart enough to realize that no one is perfect and I am speaking to myself when I say that. I’ve been reading about ADHD. It runs in Tom’s family so I know there is a very strong chance that he may have it too. I also tell myself he’s two years old, he’s supposed to be hyper. Then I begin to wonder, when is it too much? At what point do you call the pediatrician in to have him evaluated?

My internal Mama Bear is telling me something might be “wrong.” On the flip side the one thing I haven’t tried is eliminating sugars. This has become my next step. I’ve taken down tons of notes, installed new child-proofing devices around the house and I’m ready to give this a good fight. I’ve been very deliberate and repetitive in my new discipline routine. I’ve also added a supplement of Omega-3 Fatty Acids. My fingers are crossed as we venture into discovering what triggers my sweet angel to seemingly go crazy.

Limbo Land

That’s kind of where I’m at right now with this pregnancy. After Thursday’s doctors appointment resulted in being admitted directly to the High Risk Pregnancy Unit at our local hospital.

I stayed in the hospital for about a day and a half to be observed and to complete a 24 hour urine test as an inpatient. The results of that test were the same as when I did it a month and a half ago, only confirming once again that I have preeclampsia. Shocker.

Initially, I thought that they might take Amelia that day or the next since I was sent to high-risk but obviously that didn’t occur. One of the doctors on duty said that the risk of taking her at 36 weeks was too high. Since I now have gestational diabetes Amelia is at a greater risk of having respiratory issues if she is born prior to 37 weeks. Call it mother’s intuition but I don’t think it’s her time just yet and was surprised to have found myself back in the hospital. She is doing very well cooking; it’s just my body that is having an adverse reaction.

I think it’s safe to say I’ve finally hit my wall of being good spirited about bed rest and hospital stays. It took a month and a half but I’ve finally cracked. It feels like fall was ruined, it’s my favorite time of year and I can’t even enjoy it. I miss not being able to spend as much time with Tom and our kids. I just feel sad. Maybe the coming weeks will be better?

Something Old, Something Blue

The other day I was checking the blogs I enjoy reading when I came across a post by my BF. To summarize she was discussing the tradition of women getting a gift from their husband when they have a baby. This got me to thinking…

Tom will usually get me a present as finances allow so it isn’t usually the same time the baby is born ’cause babies are expensive. I’m a big jewelry person, I’ve loved jewelry since I was a little kid. I can still remember going through my mother’s jewelry box, the carpet fibers pressing on my legs,  looking at all of her rings and necklaces. Now I have my own collection and I imagine one day I’ll find Hannie looking through my jewelry box too ;)

I’ve really lucked out in the children’s birthstone department. Hannah is aquamarine and Tom bought me a very beautiful pear shaped aquamarine ring with white diamonds around it. Next is Carter and Tom again bought me another beautiful ring this one is a cushion-cut blue topaz for Carter’s birth stone with black and white diamonds around the topaz. Both rings are very beautiful and both rings are a shade of blue. This gave me the idea that one day when/if my kids get married I will give them these rings on their wedding day as their “something old and something blue.” Carter of course could give his ring to his future bride.

It then dawned on me that I never researched what the birthstone is for November, which is when Amelia will be born. Can I tell you folks, it’s Citrine. For those of you not familiar with that stone it’s like a yellow-orange color. Gross.  I immediately went online and did manage to find a beautiful ring, that is of course sold out. (Story of my life) The more I thought about the Citrine the more I decided this warranted a call to Tom which went something like this:

H: Amelia’s birthstone is not very pretty, it’s a weird orange color. Maybe we should switch her birthday to the day prior.

T: (Slight pause) No, we are not making her birthday Halloween!

H: Well, one day, when I have lots of money and can have my mother’s ring custom-made the Citrine won’t be as pretty as an Opal would be…

T: That’s selfish Heather, we are not switching her birthday to Halloween just so you can have the ring you want.

H: I did always want an October baby and Halloween could be fun…

T: No, Heather.

So, I didn’t quite get my way but I thought my argument seemed reasonable at the time ;) Truth be told I did always want an October baby but our option was Halloween so we vetoed that before I made the surgery appointment for 11/1. The thought of Citrine made me quickly change my mind that Halloween really isn’t all that bad but Tom declared it otherwise. I guess one day when I’m old and gray I’ll have a very pretty cluster ring that contains: Aquamarine, Topaz and Citrine. And if Amelia doesn’t like Citrine I’ll let her know her Dad is to blame…blahahaha!

Are We Sixteen Again?

This morning I feel like the girl trying to hide the hickie on her neck from her parents. Only now I’m 25 and my parents are in the form of  my boss.

My husband, ever the comedian, said to me late last night around midnight. “You might want to put some cover up on your neck.” To which I replied “What, I don’t have cover up.” Which may or may not have been followed with a long rant about how I work in an office and I’m a professional and I can’t very well have hickies on my neck, ahem. So this morning all I can think about is how for the remainder of the week I’ll be walking around feeling like a Jezebel with this gross thing glaring off my neck, nice.

Did I mention I had planned to renew my driver’s license today? That won’t be happening now.

Challenges and Staying the Course

I am finding it challenging this month to stay the course with my meal plan and fitness. Dealing with my relationship with food is so hard, that urge to make unhealthy decisions is SO hard and SO frustrating. I often feel like I should just give in because that would be so much easier. The constant struggle it plays with your mind must be similar to how an alcoholic or drug addict must feel. Stress just makes it that much worse, food is my coping method. Life gets a little rocky-eat a cupcake. For in that instance your troubles wash away and you don’t have a care. Your cupcake is gone and all your problems are still there, so you eat and eat. Nothing gets accomplished this way.

I know that I should trust in the Lord with things like this and adhere to what the Bible tells you. You should not be gluttonous, you should not worry, you should trust in the Lord. While this is all well and good it is much easier said then done. I do find it much more helpful to accomplish my weight loss goals when I read the Bible daily and attend Church on Sunday. It’s comforting and you really need that time to re group and rejoice in the Lord. Whenever I miss a service or don’t touch the Bible for the day I can really see the difference.

If I could be more disciplined with these areas in my life, life would be much easier! I just don’t know what road to take to get there.

What In The World Is Going On Up There?

I guess it’s been about two months or so that I have changed my hair style and color. It is quite fun and I always feel so delightful when I leave.

I was a little bummed about how fast red fades, mine will completely wash out in two weeks. When I went back the second time it was as if my hair was colored a completely different way from when I left. I left with a purplish brown color all over with red/purple highlights, when I went back the second time I had brown with blonde highlights. So I got the same color as before because clearly I don’t learn my lesson the first time. I explained to her how I hate how fast it fades. She sold me a bottle of pigment (read: hair color that you do at home) for an additional $15 to put on my head once a week. Hm. So every thursday I dye my hair, WTF!

Then this last time I went I thought my hair looked shorter on one side then the other. Surely this was my imagination! So I keep thinking it’s the way I am parting it or something. Well, it must have been the “or something,” I finally got down to business to investigate this scene a little further. I brush my hair completely flat to my head,  sure as the sun sets my hair is an 1 1/2 shorter on my right side then on my left. I tried parting it this way and that which seemed to just make matters worse. Hmm, now what should I do? For a millisecond I considered cutting the one side shorter to match. I decided against that as the longer side is my favorite side. It will be best to just let it grow out and hopefully have better luck next haircut?!?! This seems most logical for now.

I don’t know what to do now, do I keep spending ridiculous amounts of money for this? I know for a fact I am no longer doing the purple/red/magenta color anymore. It only looks nice the first day, after I wash my hair it comes right out.  I am afraid to get my hair cut elsewhere because I don’t know who does a good graduated bob and I am hoping my faux pas was a one time occasion. I’m thinking I’ll be heading to the beauty supply store to pick out a new hair color and letting my mom do it.  :-(

Corn Makes Rain…

(Really, the song states that Rain makes Corn but that is no longer how my brain will sing it.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cBFrGn6h3Vg

Girl’s Weekend 2010. Super Fun!

We traveled to Mahanoy City, PA about  2 1/2 hours from home to begin our wonderful journey into our no-stress zone. We had a lovely time visiting the small town where we stayed as well as the small towns around there. We went antiquing Friday which is always a wonderful adventure! I love scouring the various booths searching for the perfect item. While I was there I came up with the marvelous idea of  framing old comic books and hanging them in my entry. So that gave me a task to find the best and funnest comic book cover I could find! I was also able to grab a few with Captain America on them for Tom! :mrgreen:

The next day we went to Pottsville, PA and took the tour of Yuengling Brewery-America’s Oldest Brewery. SO cool! It was a nice little history lesson and you get to have a free beer when the tour is over! The one downfall of the tour was how hot is was.  My Lord I think they were trying to melt our flesh off! Thankfully they have their own cave that averages at 50 degrees year-round so there was a small amount of time that we were not in the blazing heat.

While in Pottsville we finally convinced Emmy to get the same tattoo as Laura and I. It is so cute and makes me want to have mine touched up so it is vibrant once more.

Sunday, we enjoyed a torrential downpour while playing monopoly, reading and cooking dinner.  So relaxing.

I love my girls and am glad we are able to share a few days with each other every year. Amazingly after 25 and 12 years we still learn new things about one another. Thank you Tom for watching our babies and I am SO looking forward to Girl’s Weekend 2011…Nashville here we come!

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