Preparation for Parenthood.

Preparation for parenthood…

It’s not just a matter of reading books and decorating the nursery. Here are 12 simple tests for expectant parents to take to prepare themselves for the real-life experience of being a mother or father.

1. Women: To prepare for maternity, put on a dressing gown and stick a pillowcase filled with beans down the front. Leave it there for 9 months. After 9 months, take out 10% of the beans.Men: To prepare for paternity, go to the local drug store, tip the contents of your wallet on the counter, and tell the pharmacist to help himself. Then go to the supermarket. Arrange to have your salary paid directly to their head office. Go home. Pick up the paper. Read it for the last time.

2. Before you finally go ahead and have children, find a couple who are already parents and berate them about their methods of discipline, lack of patience, appallingly low tolerance levels, and how they have allowed their children to run wild. Suggest ways in which they might improve their child’s sleeping habits, toilet training, table manners, and overall behavior. Enjoy it — it’ll be the last time in your life that you will have all the answers.

3. To discover how the nights will feel, walk around the living room from 5 pm to 10 pm carrying a wet bag weighing approximately 8-12 pounds, with a radio turned to static (or some other obnoxious noise) playing loudly. At 10 pm, put the bag down, set the alarm for midnight, and go to sleep. Get up at 12 and walk around the living room again, with the bag, until 1 am. Put the alarm on for 3 am. As you can’t get back to sleep, get up at 2 am and make a drink. Go to bed at 2:45 am. Get up again at 3 am when the alarm goes off. Sing songs in the dark until 4 am. Put the alarm on for 5 am. Get up. Make breakfast. Keep this up for 5 years. Look cheerful.

4. Can you stand the mess children make? To find out, first smear peanut butter onto the sofa and jam onto the curtains. Hide a piece of raw chicken behind the stereo and leave it there all summer. Stick your fingers in the flower beds, then rub them on the clean walls. Cover the stains with crayons. How does that look?

5. Dressing small children is not as easy as it seems: first buy an octopus and a bag made out of loose mesh. Attempt to put the octopus into the bag so that none of the arms hang out. Time allowed for this: all morning.

6. Take an egg carton, using a pair of scissors and a pot of paint, turn it into an alligator. Now take the tube from a roll of toilet paper. Using only Scotch tape and a piece of foil, turn it into an attractive Christmas candle. Last, take a milk carton, a ping pong ball, and an empty packet of Cocoa Pops and make an exact replica of the Eiffel Tower. Congratulations! You have just qualified for a place on the play group committee.

7. Forget the BMW and buy a station wagon. And don’t think that you can leave it out in the driveway spotless and shining. Family cars don’t look like that. Buy a chocolate ice cream cone and put it in the glove compartment. Leave it there. Get a dime. Stick it in the cassette player. Take a family-size package of chocolate cookies. Mash them into the back seats. Run a garden rake along both sides of the car. There. Perfect.

8. Get ready to go out. Wait outside the bathroom for half an hour. Go out the front door. Come in again. Go out. Come back in. Go out again. Walk down the front path. Walk back up it. Walk down it again. Walk very slowly down the road for 5 minutes. Stop to inspect minutely every cigarette butt, piece of used chewing gum, dirty tissue, and dead insect along the way. Retrace your steps. Scream that you’ve had as much as you can stand until the neighbors come out and stare at you. Give up and go back into the house. You are now just about ready to try taking a small child for a walk.

9. Always repeat everything you say at least five times.

10. Go to your local supermarket. Take with you the nearest thing you can find to a preschool child — a fully-grown goat is excellent. If you intend to have more than one child, take more than one goat. Buy your week’s groceries without letting the goats out of your sight. Pay for everything the goats eat or destroy. Until you can easily accomplish this, do not even contemplate having children.

11. Hollow out a melon. Make a small hole in the side. Suspend it from the ceiling and swing it from side to side. Now get a bowl of soggy Cheerios and attempt to spoon them into the swaying melon by pretending to be an airplane. Continue until half the Cheerios are gone. Tip the rest into your lap, making sure a lot of it falls on the floor. You are now ready to feed a 12-month-old baby.

12. Learn the names of every character from Spongebob Squarepants, Barney, and The Backyardigans.

When you find yourself singing “I Love You” at work, you finally qualify as a parent.

~Infant Bereavement Photography~

Yes it may sound morbid BUT it is not.

I am a Birth Doula and a member of DAMA finishing up my DONA certification. Birth and Death are natural things. We hate it when someone young dies and we know that the old do die.

Yesterday I got this email from a fellow DAMA member. She met this lovely woman the other day. They started talking about jobs and such and she does Infant Bereavement Photos. She included the link to the site as well. At first I thought how horrible! To lose someone so small. Something you were looking forward too. Soo many things went through my mind.

Then I went to the site.

It was soooo beautiful. I cried and cried looking at those tiny baby photos and reading what the parents had written about their baby. Photos of parents holding their babies. Siblings holding the baby. It was amazing. It gives parents a piece of their life. They can treasure their baby forever.

Here's the link if you'd like to see. Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep

The organization doesn't charge to do the photos but they do take donations. I am adding them to my donation list. I think it is a great idea and I know the people that take the time to take the photos are a gift from God. Thank you!

What it really means to us. Another regift.

(I wrote this years ago and post it every Mothers Day.)

What Mother’s Day means to all women, young and old. Before you dismiss or put this special day in line think about what it means.

This is a day for all Mothers to be celebrated for the life we have brought into this world. (After all without us you wouldn’t have your little bundle of joys.) For all the noses we have wiped and said it will be all right. For all the times we have bathed our children and tucked them in at night. For reading that story just one more time. For feeding and wiping off the walls 100 times because food has been thrown. For never wearing clean or ironed clothes ever again. For all the advice we have given and the advice not yet shared.

Being a Mother isn’t always easy. Once the ‘Oh my GOD!! I’m pregnant!!’ wears off; reality begins. We carry a baby for 9 long months. We gain 50+ pounds and feel like crap. We are nauseous and throw up. We don’t sleep. It’s hard for us to get around. Our slender figure a distant memory. Our doctors poke on us all the times and we feel like a pin cushion.

Then to our delight our labors are long or we have major surgery. Yes, we are thrilled to finally have our baby. The alien taken from our body. Then we have weeks ahead of us to recuperate. We have a period for 6-8 weeks. We have fluid dripping from some part of our body the whole time.

The only clothes we can wear are the ones we wore while pregnant. We go through our closet hoping to find that one piece of clothing we can squeeze into. And even though the little alien is out of our body we cannot help from feeling that we are from another world. As the weeks pass. And life is calming down. We still have a baby attached to our boobs and stinky diapers to change. With 30 extra pounds we finally just went and bought some ‘big’ clothes just to say we aren’t wearing those damn maternity clothes anymore. NO MORE ELASTIC BANDS AROUND OUR WAIST!!

Then we have the rest of our lives to take care of these little people. We clothe them. Feed them. Play with them. Take them to school. Help with homework. Send them to their room. And we most of all, LOVE them unconditionally for the rest of their lives.

One day we may even hold them to cry. One day we walk them down the aisle. Watch our grandchildren be born. One day we celebrate them being a Mother on Mother’s Day. (Father on Fathers Day) So, to all the Mothers out there: HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!!! May this day bring you all the happiness you deserve being the great woman you are.

After all we are Mothers. (And perhaps feel like we aren’t appreciated at times. We take care of our children not because it’s a job. We do it because we love them and want to take care of them.) So before you put our special day in order of it’s importance make sure you really know what it means to all Mothers, young and old. Anyway wouldn’t you rather celebrate a day you gave life than a day you turn one year older?

I just had the best cup of coffee in my entire life.

Or maybe it is the lack of sleep telling me that. I have not had a chance to sit down and really type out a post since I returned home. I cannot imagine why that is. ha ha I guess I will catch everyone up to date on the past week.

All in all, everything went well. We got to the hospital at 5:30 am tax day morning. I was given this HUGE blue gown. I really don't think I am that big but the gown fit pretty well. It was a special gown because if I were to get cold they could hook a hose to it and blow in warm air to warm me up. How sweet is that? Very thoughtful. My family stopped in to see before I was taken back. Then the nervousness set in when everyone started coming into my room to talk to me about the surgery and what was going to take place. I was strong though and didn't cry. Yet. Everyone was so kind to me. They were a great group of people. It's too bad that I only saw them behind their masks and will probably never see them again.

I was rolled back to an operating room about 7:15 am. I warned them that in the past I cried like a sissy getting my epidurals. Not because they were painful just because I am terrified of needles. Turns out the spinal wasn't that bad. I started to cry when they were sitting me up to start the procedure but that was it. It didn't hurt at all! I will definitely not worry about getting another spinal when I have my next child. :)

That's when I saw a familiar face when I needed it most. My doctor. Even though I had already spoken with her during the morning, seeing her in the room calmed me a bit. After the spinal was finished and working my HB was let into the room. Again, I cannot say it enough, the room was full of WONDERFUL people. Everyone was so nice to me and my husband.

It felt like time had stopped for some reason. I thought she was never going to get to the baby. When I was told it would be 2 minutes until I saw my baby, it hit me that I was going to SEE my baby. It was so exciting. I still remember when her head was out, after they suctioned her, I heard her cry. That was when the tears started to roll. I sat my head up a bit because I was ready to see her. Then she was held up. My baby girl. Our baby girl. I just cried and cried. I think they brought her over right then and I remember kissing her. She was the most amazing/beautiful little girl. Surgery went well. My husband would go be with her and take pictures then come back to me. He was the best!!! He even cut the the cord. He was so proud.

Here is a touching picture of mommy meeting her baby:


Then off to recovery we went. We let Lil O meet Baby M first. It was cute. She is a good big sister. I remember thinking right after she was born that her face was so round. I have already given her a nickname. Moon Pie. Because of all those banana moon pies I was craving towards the end of my pregnancy. So Baby M can stand for Moon Pie as well. Speaking of Moon Pie, I hear her grunting. I must run and feed her and the rest of the kids. I'll continue the story when am able to sit back down.

One More Night! I'm So Excited!

Today deserves a TWO song title. Since I will not be able to post for a few days I had to come up with something fun.
I just got in from my LAST weigh in. The scale said 182 pounds. We talked about my surgery and I am ready I suppose.
The hospital already called to go over everything this morning. I forgot to tell them one of the MOST important things I am allergic too! LATEX!!!! Duhh! I was confirming the two medications I was allergic too and completely forgot the LATEX! I already wrote it on an index card in big black letters "LATEX".
Okay I must go prepare to meet my new little girl. I know Baby M is going to be just a beautiful baby girl. See you when I make it back home. :)
My last belly picture:

Three Is The Magic Number

Happy SATURDAY!

Everything is running smoothly as I am typing this up. Shhh, I do not want to jinx it!

Yesterday my weigh in went well. I weigh 181 pounds. Yes, you heard me correctly. 181 pounds. Again I was told how big the baby was and glad I had my cesarean scheduled. I am a bit nervous now to see this HUGE baby I have been growing for almost 39 weeks.

So to make myself feel better after weighing 181 pounds I went to Tar-jay to spend some money. On this and on that. I don't think I bought myself anything unless the Wet Swiffers and Pledge Polish count. Since I am an OCD clean freak I guess they would count as a purchase for me. ~I did some silly survey on MySpace with my daughter and she even called me OCD and said I cleaned the house too much.~ Well, all I can say is, if she picks that up from me, her family would NOT complain!

I am glad I went to the doctor before I met my husband for the Indian Buffet. I would have ended up weight 191 pounds for sure. Two trips to the bar and MANGO RICE PUDDING!!! I am sure that added up. I really don't care. I am enjoying being barefoot and pregnant. Minus the hip pain of course.

This morning I made everyone go out for breakfast. I know, cruel mom making her family take her out to breakfast on her last Saturday as a pregnant hormonal woman. Just think next Saturday I'll be just plain old hormonal woman. It was soooo TASTY! Eggs, biscuits & gravy, corned beef hash and potatoes. Oh My, I am glad I had leftovers I can have for lunch. Then of course after eating all that, I came home for a nap. My hip is killing me. I have been using my heating pad and of course I took a vicoden. Once that kicks in I am going to go downstairs and start laundry.

I need to change the sheets on H's bed and have her room ready for our company tomorrow. I am excited to see MJ & R!!!!!!! Should be fun before I have this baby girl.

Enough nonsense talk. I am going to wash clothes and fix the savages some lunch. :)

Four Days

I see in the far future for Shakira. After she has her hip replacement surgery she will be singing a new song "Hips Don't Hurt". Or advertising for a new arthritis medication.

I say this because the past month I have been having a really hard time with my left hip, Piriformis muscle and sciatica nerve pain. Due to an old injury and having my doctor tell me I had bursitis in that hip. Soooooo, the point is one night I was making the usual bathroom run and I was trying to stand up. My HB asked "Are you OK?". I made some comment about my hip. And of course he said something witty about Shakira and "Hips Don't Lie". I guess it was one of those stories where you had to be there. Which would be odd, all of you in my bedroom while I was trying to get out of the bed and walk to the bathroom.

I am ready to walk out the door to have the weekly weigh in. Then I thought about hitting Target for my weekly trip. I'll be jonsing soon when I won't be able to go by there for a visit. It's pretty bad I long to hold onto that cart and waddle around the store wasting time to have something to do after a doctors appointment. At least I am not going to BELKS cruising the CLINIQUE counter honey. Then I am sure the total would be WAY over the Target bill. Unfortunately I am all stocked on my Clinique. I can always look forward to their summer special I am sure.

Lil O is walking around telling me how her belly hurts and the baby is kicking. I know SHE will be glad next week when that baby is out of HER tummy. It is adorable to see and hear her "act" like me. Do I really sound that bad? What's even better is watching her copy me getting out of the bed. Wonder if she is going to breastfeed her new baby as well?

H is being the typical 13 year old girl. Homework and watching music videos. Oh and the occasional phone call. I am having some issues with her and her hair. She will work on it at night. Curling or straightening it. Whatever is in style for the next day you know. Then in the morning she will wake up and FIX it again because of course she has slept on it. This morning I hear HB telling her that she has been in the bathroom for 30 minutes. ha ha Then I have to VACUUM the hair balls out of the bathroom every morning when she is finished and wipe the hairspray ICK off everything. I guess if that is my only complaint/problem then life really isn't that bad. :)

B2 brought up the movies AGAIN yesterday while I had them folding the clothes I had washed. I really thought we had that taken care of. I guess he didn't get what NO meant the other day so I had to rip out, stomp on his heart again by saying, "NO you cannot go to the movies.". Then of course it broke my heart seeing tears roll down his face. IT JUST ISN'T FAIR!! I know he wanted to go be with the girl he totally adores and watch a movie. But ummm, no. His birthday is coming up so maybe she will go to his party! Then that will make him happy.

Okay I must go weigh in.

Six Days

Since I have been calling the new baby "Baby M" and then talking about Madonnas new CD coming out.......

Why didn't I think of adding Madonna to the baby name list. Sadly her name is not Madonna and I don't think I could talk HB into making it that now. Plus I would have visions on her going through the "Papa Don't Preach" phase. Soooo, I think I'll keep the name we have picked out and surprise you with it when she is born.

I have been trying to be clever and name the past few blogs after song titles with numbers in them. So, I was looking for a song with the number 6 in it. I found this really cool song by DJ Shadow. A really sexual video and the song is good too.

Just in case you didn't notice:

7 Days is by Craig David.
Eight Days A Week is a given. BEATLES!

Eight Days A Week

Happy Monday. It is a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Well, now that the clouds have moved out and the sun is peeping around the corner. I even hear birds outside. Of course I have windows open. :) This Supermom is on top of things!

I am even going to cook dinner tonight. I am making HB's guacamole recipe and tacos. YUMMY! I did a lot of the prep work this morning because in the morning I am at my best. Everything is chopped up and I even made a salad. ~insert proud smile here~

You wouldn't know I was about to give birth in 8 days. Well, yes you would if you saw this huge belly of mine.



I need to take all my belly photos in order and make a slide show. I have seen a few of those out and think they are cool. I'll add that to my "list" of things to do. Or I can add it to my HB's list. What is a husband without a "honey do" list? Probably a happy husband I am sure.

I had this odd end of the world dream last night. Everything was flooded, frozen and it was very cold. I remember begging this man for help. It was so cold. I remember train tracks as well. Does this mean I am not one of the "chosen" when the rapture happens? Hmmm, something to think about. Maybe. Or that I am a pregnant hormonal woman with anxiety of having her fourth baby and someone being totally dependant on me. Someone latched to my breast every couple hours ALL day long. Someone to totally adore ALL DAY long as well. It isn't all bad. :) I am all for nursing a baby, wearing a baby, sleeping with a baby and holding a baby. Ahh, the life of a baby in our home.

1 Percocet + 1 Percocet =

The Floor. Seriously I have been in a fog all day since I was given some at 6 am at the hospital and then sent home. I get up, I go back to bed, I get up, I go back to bed and currently I am up but I know I'll be back to bed in a bit. Ugh. It all started at 3 am this morning when I woke up in LOTS of pain on my left side. Which screams to me "KIDNEY STONE"!! I have been dealing with them for the past 14 + years of my life and know what that pain in one of my sides mean. Add a couple constant contractions then my doctor wanted me to go to the L&D for a look see.

No blood in urine, means possibly no kidney stone. Contractions could point to labor starting. No dilation. The IV (she was an awesome nurse, I didn't even feel her stick my hand when she put the IV in) fluids helped make me feel better. Dehydration? Perhaps. So, after being there 1 1/2 hours, they sent me home. Of course after taking 2 pills of that and 2 pills of this. I know the 2 percocets knocked me for a loop. We returned home and all 3 of us crawled in bed and went back to sleep.

Baby M's heartbeat kept reminding me of this kiddie TV show that Lil O likes to watch. The Backyardigans where they have a horse race. The heartbeat kept reminding me of a horse racing. At point I asked the nurse to turn it down so we could actually think.

I was excited and scared. Excited thinking maybe I would see my baby girl today and scared thinking that maybe I would see my baby girl today. I will be 38 weeks on Tuesday and know she will NOT come until she is ready. So I am going to enjoy this week with my husband and 3 children. Doing this and doing that. Then in 9 days see my new baby girl.

Rain Rain Go Away.

Come again another day. April showers bring May flowers though. Well, whatever works.

No news is good news around our house. The most important thing I suppose is that there is still NO BABY! UGH. I would write a discussion I had with my husband last night but I am afraid I would make him blush. I did call my friend Tammy last night and told her and she LAUGHED her behind off. Okay, you talked me into it. I'll tell you.

Me--I was reading one of my birth books in bed and shouted through the house, "We could have whoopie, maybe that would start labor!".
I heard my husband shuffling through the house in his slippers to the bedroom. So I repeated myself.
"We could have whoopie, maybe that would start labor."
I think the poor guy was in shock. Then you won't believe what came from his mouth!!!
HB--"Now's not a good time for me."
I gave him the look. Thinking HES NOT READY! I am the one that weighs 176 pounds. I can only think of one part of my body that doesn't hurt. MY ELBOW! I am packed and READY to have this baby NOW. Yet, he's the one not ready!
MEN! ~hands on hips~

So he shuffled back through the house and I called my friend Tammy and when she picked up the phone I said, "My husband won't have whoopie with me.". Then the laughter began. :) Seeing the word whoopie has made me think of The Newlywed Game all of a sudden. I love to catch those old re-runs.

Desperate times call for drastic measures...

Which usually means you are going to say, "What a stupid idea. Why did I do that?". Even though at the time the idea didn't seem all that bad. For example:

You are craving a hot tasty cup of coffee. With the right amount of sugar and milk. Yummy! You reach into the fridge to get the milk and there is NO milk. No cream. No half-n-half. NADDA! NOTHING! ZILCH! Your vision of a hot tasty cup of coffee gone. POOF! Not even some of that yucky powder creamer you have for emergencies. Then you think you have spotted salvation. Your daughters strawberry milk. Why not? Coffee is good with strawberry cake. Why wouldn't strawberry be just as good in your coffee?

Well, I am here to save you from making the same mistake! It DOES NOT work well together. They don't hold hands so to speak. They don't "complete" each other. So whatever you do, do not add strawberry milk to your coffee. A lesson I learned the hard way. "Why did I do that?"

I am checking things off and ready for this baby to arrive.

• Hairs cut.
• Toe nails painted. I did them myself yesterday, talk about feeling like a lumpy pretzel!
• Suitcase packed.
• Laundry caught up.
• No dirty dishes.
• Insert other various chores a mom does on a day to day basis and I am finished with them too.

But fear not. She will come when the house is TOTAL CHAOS!!!!!!

Tomorrow I do go for my weekly check-up. I get to step on the scales again. YIPPEE! Maybe I can get a sucker for good behavior afterwards. Then I want to buy an answering machine. We have never had one but I think it is the time. I am trying to come up with a catchy message to leave on it after the baby is here and I have ALL the phone ringers turned off. What do you think?

"Hi. Yes we know you have been trying to reach us and are unable too. The ringers are turned off as every time our little bundle of joy falls asleep, the phone rings and wakes her up. ~In the background you will hear a screaming baby, Lil O wanting to watch Dora for the 101 millionth time and H & B2 arguing over who gets to play XBOX 360.~ Sorry we aren't up to visitors right now but we will let you know when we are. Feel free to drop hot food off at the front door. Just knock 3 times and go back to your car. We can handle it from there. ~Then my hormones will kick in and I'll start to cry.~ I just want some sleep. Am I asking too much? Okay I have to go all this crying has made my milk leak all over the place." ~then static~

I am still working out the kinks but I'll have it perfected soon.

There is no "written" rule your socks have to match, I suppose.

~Insert quick back story here~
Hi, I am Supermom. I have been a blogging mom for over 3 years now, at various sites online. I am married to HB and we have 3 (almost 4~she will be here in 13 days) children. H, B2 and Lil O. The new one will be known as Baby M, I think.
I purchased my own (dot).com name awhile back and I am FINALLY putting it to use. I have been COPYING & PASTING for DAYS from my WordPress Blog to my own (dot).com name.
Here is a picture of me, I just took it for your viewing pleasure. Yes, it is just my belly. Trust me, that is all you would look at anyway, well my belly or my boobs. So, I am showing you what I'd rather you look at. You are probably thinking, like everyone else, OMG, that poor woman looks like she is going to BUST open at any moment. Well, I am not. My EDD is April 21. Soooooo........

Well, that is a quick Bio for now. Please come back and see what crazy things are going on in our house and feel free to comment. I could be your next BFF!!!!! :)

Okay, let's start my very first OFFICIAL BLOG ON The Adventures Of Supermom!!!!!

Right now I taking off my Supermom Cape and throwing it onto the ground. Jumping up and down on it while saying a few foul words. Okay, maybe more than a few foul words. I am not WORTHY of such a title. A title I gave myself but none the less. I AM SUPERMOM. Cape and all. I am still working on the invisible jet though. I don't think minivans come in that color.

I have been neglecting my Lil O, ME and the unborn child I am carrying. I have been a focused crazy man woman trying to change all my archives over to this name. I WILL NOT MENTION I STILL HAVE 3 MONTHS TO GO!!!!!!! Be patient with me please. It's rather annoying having to go to every blog I have written for over a year and COPY & PASTE into my new blog. Without forgetting to change the date as well. I have been living off coffee, banana moon pies and Little Debbie Oatmeal Cakes. Ummm, dammit, now my husband HB will know the whole REAL truth of the junk food in the house. Oh well.... He can start organic boot camp after the baby gets here. ha ha It's all in good fun!

My two oldest kids just had Spring Break and glad to be in school. You have to have that social life yanno?

As for Lil O I have been discussing fashion sense with her. She has a SOCK FETISH for sure. She changes socks several times during the day. SEVERAL TIMES! She doesn't even care if the socks match. I guess at 3 years old it wouldn't be a focal point for me as well. When I have better things to do. Like: color, dress like a princess, play with the toy kitchen, watch certain shows, sleep and eat. So socks matching isn't her thing. At least she has dressing like a princess down pat.

I had better go and do a 10 minute tidy so it looks like I have been doing other things BUT C & P old blog entries. ~and enjoy a banana moon pie of course~

Picking up my Supermom Cape. Dusting it off knowing I can throw it in the wash to use later on in the day when it is needed the most.

Hi. I am Michelle The Grouch.

15 DAYS TO GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Here lately I am on edge. I call it hormones. It makes no sense and it’s not like I am doing it on purpose. You have to understand. 1- I am 2 weeks away from having another baby in the house. 2- I weigh more now than I ever have in my life. 3-I am allergic to latex and I was at the doctors last Friday and guess what glove was used!!!!

~That alone would make any sane person run around pulling their hair out screaming!~

On another note, when I called my doctor yesterday to tell him my problem. I know I told him something he has never heard before. And being a OB-GYN I am sure he HEARS plenty. “My girly parts want to fall off!” To which he repeated over the phone and I am sure was giggling on his side. LATEX SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Plus, I feel better when I move around. Once I sit down, the aches and pains are noticeable and that isn’t a good feeling. I get tired of people telling me to rest and take it easy. Trust me, if I sat around, I’d be even grouchier. You want me to move around. You want me to keep busy. So just let me do what I have to do. ~My left hip wants to fall off!!! I hurt my back couple years ago and had bursitis in that hip. Here lately it hurts so bad to move. During the night when I get up to potty, I have to make sure I can use that hip.~ I don’t think it would be fun if I fell and had to get up from the floor. Yanno?

~Boy I have all sorts of body parts that want to fall off~

I am tired of getting up 3-4 times a night to Pee. I have been doing this routine I guess a few weeks after I got pregnant. It is ANNOYING. Don’t forget the hip problem stated above and add having to use that hip a couple times during