Mommin' It Up!

February 4, 2011

Done Like Dinner

A couple of weeks ago I was talking with my college roomie (hi Kelly!) who is in that state that I was recently, pregnant with her third child. (Pretty sure she planned hers, though. SHOW-OFF!) She and I also have c-sections in common, so I asked her if she was gonna make it official like moi, and get those ol’ tubes tied while they were in there.

“I don’t know,” she said, “it just seems so final.”

“Then you’re not ready” I said. “Because when I think about having my tubes tied I want to do the dance of joy that I did it! And that’s the way I felt when I was pregnant, too.”

And now, 7 weeks postpartum, that’s still the way I’m feeling. It’s not because I don’t want more kids. (Although I’m VERY happy with the way our family is right now.) If it didn’t cost 9 gazillion dollars to adopt, we might go for another one that way in a couple years. But my body, my BODY, is done having kids. And I’m so glad. I’m just not the best baby machine.

Tuesday morning, after the ice storm caused me to cancel my 6-week postpartum check-up, I discovered my c-section incision had come OPEN a little bit. Um, panic attack much!? I had to wait til Thursday to get into the dr. and get checked out (Fortunately it will close and I will live. But I got antibiotics juuuuust in case.) I am having all kinds of post-partum joint and nerve pain (also had it with Joshua), and while I know it will go away sooner or later, it’s making my life with three kids even more complicated and difficult! (As is shoving three car seats in the back of my sedan. Who wants to send me a mini-van? Toyota? You’re my first choice! Call me.)

But anyhoo. I’m so done. And SO BLESSED with my three amazing babies! The jacked-up body I’m left with is totally worth it but it’s ready for a permanent baby-makin’ vacation!

So let’s all start pressuring Emily to have another kid, k? She pops ’em out like nobody’s business!

February 3, 2011

Blissful Virus of Death

Blissdom is trying to kill me.

Well, maybe it’s not Blissdom itself – I left there unscathed in ’09 (although it did try to kill Jenny. Heh.) Maybe it’s the Opryland that’s trying to kill me. I don’t know. But for the last two years, I’ve returned from that conference on death’s doorstep.

Last year, it was strep throat. This year, it was… well, I don’t know exactly. But something awful.

It started Saturday afternoon with body aches and chills I couldn’t shake. Then I added in some chest tightening and general malaise. By Monday, it was all I could do to get out of bed. I stayed home from work, of course, but since Sam’s daycare is in the town where I work (and said town is 40 minutes from home), Sam stayed home too. Which really could have been disastrous, but he was actually great and didn’t require too much parenting (I’m probably not supposed to say that, am I?). Fortunately he’s recently developed an obsession with Star Wars, so pretty much all I did for him all day was change one dvd for another. And I fed him. Occasionally.

Anyway, things only went downhill from there, and I have been out of commission ever since. I really can’t remember being this sick. Ever. Even counting last year’s post-Blissdom strep throat. My assumption is that I had the flu, since my illness seems to have passed my fully-inoculated family members by (knock on wood)… but whatever it is, it sucks.

The Blissful Virus of Death also took its toll on Jenny and our friends Katie and Tela, and who knows who else. Maybe it’s from being in the ~~Biodome~~ Opryland and not getting a whiff of fresh air for three solid days, maybe it’s 750 moms converging in one area, bringing with them all the various and sundry germs they’ve inherited from their children, maybe it’s coincidence. I don’t know.

But I do know one thing – if I go to Blissdom next year, I’m wearing this:

February 2, 2011

Icepocalypse Now!

Remember when I told you about the direct correlation between my appointment schedule and the crap-ton of bad weather we’ve been having?

Well. Apparently I was correct.

Because I had two very important doctor’s appointments yesterday, one for me and one for Sophie (what is it with our school district wanting yearly physicals done on the DOT? GEEZ!), so of course, sheets and sheets and sheets of ice began raining down from the heavens in the early morning.

School was cancelled, my appointments were cancelled, lots of businesses closed, and the ice kept a-comin’.

In the evening, a power transformer blew up in the suburb where Cortney lives. Sorry, Kettering. I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to go to the doctor! For my 6-week check-up! (Because I may or may not need a little repair work on my incision, but that’s a whole other post [that you probably don’t want to read]).

This morning our local newspaper says 55,000 of our local power company’s customers are without power. Our lights flickered last night about 9 pm and I freaked. I ran for the matches and the candles and fretted that Sophie was really not wearing very warm PJs. I could not fall asleep because I was so worried about the power. My friend Shannon was texting me about trees falling down at her neighbor’s, perilously close to her own house. My mom called to say that BOTH my elderly grandmother’s homes were without power.

Now we are on day 2 of no school (and we were pretty stir crazy by noon yesterday so I’m really looking forward to this!) and my yard looks like a skating rink (I should put my iPod on the front porch and charge $2 for admission) so I guess we’re in for the duration.

I’m hoping to get out tomorrow, because I’ve rescheduled my doctor appointment for then. And Sophie’s for Friday. Which probably means we’ll have 10 inches of snow by noon tomorrow. But you know, I had to try.

I’m SORRY, Miami Valley! In advance.