I write to you a tired, weary mother tonight. My sweet little Jack and I (accompanied by his baby sister) spent the day in and out of numerous doctors offices and finished our day at the orthopedic clinic at Children's Hospital where he was fitted for his full leg cast and given a walker to assist him for the next 4 weeks.
Broken bones stink. But they heal- and this time of recovery for us is only temporary. All day I was reminded of this. I am dealing with this for such a short time - be patient.
I will spare you the details and just share what I've learned. After being to the pediatricians office this morning, promptly sent to Urgent Care for an X Ray, then on to Orthopedics at CHW and finally over to Physical Therapy I can honestly say that I'm grateful. God equipped me with such patience today and for that I am grateful. My poor sweet boy cried and whined all morning of his "owies", I slept about 3 winks last night, woke early to tend to his injury and have spent all day in and out of various clinics and offices. I am grateful that my sweet child is healthy and well and that this broken bone will mend itself (beneath a pile of itchy, sweaty bandages) and that he will walk and run and play once again. I'm thankful.
God is so good to remind me of these things in the times I would imagine myself being a complete basket case. I am proud to say that I conducted myself as a quiet, patient, composed mother-of-two - but for this I cannot take the credit. When I overheard a mom lose it with her children in the parking lot of the urgent care I was reminded that I need to be patient. God did this - not me. He has equipped me.
When I approached the Valet at CHW today I saw a mother, father and son going for a "walk". The father pushed the boy in a wheelchair and the mother, who resembled that of a sleep-walking zombie, followed behind pulling with her the tubes and IVs that were attached to their young son. This immediately gave me a sense of relief. Relief that my child would only be here temporarily - a few hours at most - and that he would recover from this little injury and return to his life as a normal functioning 4 year old boy.
At the orthopedic office there was a girl who had both her legs casted and a bar between them - she was screaming as they cut the casts off. I was again grateful that my sweet child only has to endure 1 cast. All these little things added up to a lot of thankful moments in what should have been a frustrating and sorrowful day.
Not to worry - I had my share of sadness today. My Jack is going to miss all the fun that he's literally been counting down to - Bay Beach with all his cousins this weekend. The tears and sadness that poured over his face when I told him we'd have to skip was just heart breaking. He won't be able to swim in his pool or play outside for the next 4 weeks. His temporary disability has brought me much sadness - but the sweet relief of knowing that he will once again play and run and jump and swim is where I find my rest. Bay Beach will come again next year - and the memories we can laugh about remembering his stint in a cast will be so sweet. He'll get to bring his little sis along for all the fun and rides next year - which will make it even sweeter to witness.
My prayer tonight is for all the mothers of children who do not have the fortune of my little Jack. Those who's lives are built around appointments and specialists and clinics and surgeries and medicine and the list goes on...and on...and on. My prayer for them is peace, understanding why God has you in this place and for rest. Be strong and carry on - it's what mom's do every day. But you don't have to be strong in front of God - He will bring you peace and understanding and rest. His strength is shown through our weakness.
I just wanted to remember this day and how grateful I am to serve a loving God, a God that in such trying times would equip me with patience and gratitude. This is surely a day for Jack's memory book. Here's to hoping the next 4 weeks are handled with as much grace as this day...
From the Farm,
A Sad & Tired "Farmers Wife"
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Pirate Party Take 2!
Well, it wouldn't be August 7 without my annual blog post about my birthday boy! Remember after last years party I joked about having to plan 2 parties this year...who knew that'd come true!? Although I don't really have to plan two parties until NEXT year...but you know what I mean.
So Jack is 4 today. Man, that went fast. Time sure does fly. There. I said it. Again. I pretty much should just rename my blog "Time Flies" because I say it at least 3 times in every post. But for real. It does.
My little birthday boy requested a Pirate Party this year, which is funny because I threw him a Pirate Party for his 1st birthday, 3 years ago. Man times flies...haha just kidding. You thought I was crazy for a second, didn't you?
So when he asked for a Jake & the Neverland Pirates party this year I was a little hesitant, but he's finally old enough to tell me what he wants, so I thought "what the heck" let's do it again!
Fortunately for me this year has gone a lot more smoothly as far as preparing for the party. I scaled it WAY back, since the farmer and I want to throw an all out bash for his 5th next year...and I all but filed us for bankruptcy after last years "carnival". I think the farmer still has nightmares about that credit card bill...
I'll do my best to post some pictures post-party. For now I need to go draw up a treasure map and fill some water balloons. Maybe I'll vacuum, or maybe I'll just hope no one looks that close...yep, probably that one.
I have to say that Jack is just the sweetest kid, he's so grateful! I did one of those pinterest plastic table cloth streamer decoration things...did anyone understand that? Anyways, I was working on it and Jack came over, watched for a minute and said "Wow, Mom. That looks great!" A little while later after the tables were all set up and decorated he said again, "Mom, the tables look great! Thank you!" I mean seriously, I can't make this stuff up if I tried. He's just so precious to me. I hope he has a great day and enjoys his pirate party! I just love that kid!
Sincerely,
The Farmer's [much less-frazzled] Wife
So Jack is 4 today. Man, that went fast. Time sure does fly. There. I said it. Again. I pretty much should just rename my blog "Time Flies" because I say it at least 3 times in every post. But for real. It does.
My little birthday boy requested a Pirate Party this year, which is funny because I threw him a Pirate Party for his 1st birthday, 3 years ago. Man times flies...haha just kidding. You thought I was crazy for a second, didn't you?
So when he asked for a Jake & the Neverland Pirates party this year I was a little hesitant, but he's finally old enough to tell me what he wants, so I thought "what the heck" let's do it again!
I mean he was so stinkin cute the first time around, I figured he's be pretty stinkin cute this time too! And I was right...
I'll do my best to post some pictures post-party. For now I need to go draw up a treasure map and fill some water balloons. Maybe I'll vacuum, or maybe I'll just hope no one looks that close...yep, probably that one.
I have to say that Jack is just the sweetest kid, he's so grateful! I did one of those pinterest plastic table cloth streamer decoration things...did anyone understand that? Anyways, I was working on it and Jack came over, watched for a minute and said "Wow, Mom. That looks great!" A little while later after the tables were all set up and decorated he said again, "Mom, the tables look great! Thank you!" I mean seriously, I can't make this stuff up if I tried. He's just so precious to me. I hope he has a great day and enjoys his pirate party! I just love that kid!
Sincerely,
The Farmer's [much less-frazzled] Wife
Monday, August 5, 2013
My Floors Might be Sticky, but My Children Will Only be Young Once...
As I lay in bed unable to sleep, God just laid these thoughts on my heart, so I decided to share. I am baffled once again at just how quickly time flies. I spent a few minutes tonight looking at old videos of my little Jack when he was about 2 years old. He has grown so much over the past 2 years and matured into a little boy, he's no longer a toddler who struggles to articulate his thoughts. He's now quite the opposite. Talking non-stop and soaking up knowledge like a sponge.
I have realized once again just how precious these moments really are. As I tried to clean up tonight after dinner, Jack begged me to play a new game with him. Earlier today I had promised that after dinner and after he cleaned up all his things in the living room we could play his new game. He waited patiently all day and when the time came he put away all his things and obeyed all my requests. Somehow I still found myself buried in housework, baby crying, dishes piled to the ceiling-all while the oblivious farmer relaxing after a day of work on the farm watched TV - and all my little Jack wanted to do was play his game.
This is making me teary just reliving it-and it was only a few hours ago. It seems each time I struggle to regain order in my house I am reminded of this little poem:
Cleaning your house
while the children are growing
Is like shoveling the walk
while it is still snowing.
Now whoever penned those words was seriously a genius. I mean is that not the truth? And so these are the thoughts I have on my heart. Be intentional. I told Jack I would play that game with him, and had full intentions of stopping what I was doing and taking some time to play with him. I got caught up, as usual, when I should have just quit for the night and spent the time I had promised. Make the most of my time. Honestly, there will come a day when my floors won't be sticky, and the dishes will all be clean and put away and I'll get around to vacuuming daily. But when those days come, gone will be the board games and Disney Jr, and tickling little toes and singing songs, and wiping booger noses and morning snuggles, bedtime prayers and the rock-a-bye babies (which I still sing to the gonna-be-4-year-old). All those things will be only memories, in fact it will probably all be a blur. So for right now, in this moment, if my floors are sticky and my sink full of dishes - I will cherish the fact that my home is filled with laughter and my arms are full of hugs because these times are fleeting and they certainly won't last forever. Be patient. This one is easier said than done. There are moments in my day when I stop and give gratitude to God for the patience He's equipped me with. I blow myself away sometimes when I realize how patient I am! And then there's times when I need to stop and ask God (and my 4 year old) for grace because I reacted poorly and had little patience. We all make mistakes, but patience is one of those things that kids will remember. I want my kids to remember my patience. Be grateful for life's blessings. I am blessed to be able to spend time at home with my children. That is something I need to remind myself of everyday. This job is a blessing. And there's no one better for this job than me. That's why God hired me to take care of and love these babies. Because He knows best.
Now if I could just be reminded of these simple things everyday, and not while I am laying in bed recounting my day. It's times like now when I am trying to figure out what I did well and what I could have done better that I am grateful for, but wished would come at more opportune times. I did, by the way, play Jack's new game with him and it was fun and I know it meant the world to him. And the sink is still full of dishes. I will get to those tomorrow...
Good night from the farm,
-The Farmer's [tired] Wife
I have realized once again just how precious these moments really are. As I tried to clean up tonight after dinner, Jack begged me to play a new game with him. Earlier today I had promised that after dinner and after he cleaned up all his things in the living room we could play his new game. He waited patiently all day and when the time came he put away all his things and obeyed all my requests. Somehow I still found myself buried in housework, baby crying, dishes piled to the ceiling-all while the oblivious farmer relaxing after a day of work on the farm watched TV - and all my little Jack wanted to do was play his game.
This is making me teary just reliving it-and it was only a few hours ago. It seems each time I struggle to regain order in my house I am reminded of this little poem:
Cleaning your house
while the children are growing
Is like shoveling the walk
while it is still snowing.
Now whoever penned those words was seriously a genius. I mean is that not the truth? And so these are the thoughts I have on my heart. Be intentional. I told Jack I would play that game with him, and had full intentions of stopping what I was doing and taking some time to play with him. I got caught up, as usual, when I should have just quit for the night and spent the time I had promised. Make the most of my time. Honestly, there will come a day when my floors won't be sticky, and the dishes will all be clean and put away and I'll get around to vacuuming daily. But when those days come, gone will be the board games and Disney Jr, and tickling little toes and singing songs, and wiping booger noses and morning snuggles, bedtime prayers and the rock-a-bye babies (which I still sing to the gonna-be-4-year-old). All those things will be only memories, in fact it will probably all be a blur. So for right now, in this moment, if my floors are sticky and my sink full of dishes - I will cherish the fact that my home is filled with laughter and my arms are full of hugs because these times are fleeting and they certainly won't last forever. Be patient. This one is easier said than done. There are moments in my day when I stop and give gratitude to God for the patience He's equipped me with. I blow myself away sometimes when I realize how patient I am! And then there's times when I need to stop and ask God (and my 4 year old) for grace because I reacted poorly and had little patience. We all make mistakes, but patience is one of those things that kids will remember. I want my kids to remember my patience. Be grateful for life's blessings. I am blessed to be able to spend time at home with my children. That is something I need to remind myself of everyday. This job is a blessing. And there's no one better for this job than me. That's why God hired me to take care of and love these babies. Because He knows best.
Now if I could just be reminded of these simple things everyday, and not while I am laying in bed recounting my day. It's times like now when I am trying to figure out what I did well and what I could have done better that I am grateful for, but wished would come at more opportune times. I did, by the way, play Jack's new game with him and it was fun and I know it meant the world to him. And the sink is still full of dishes. I will get to those tomorrow...
Good night from the farm,
-The Farmer's [tired] Wife
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Wee morning hours
So as the mother of a newborn you would think being up at the wee hours of the morning would be commonplace. Well, not here on the farm. Our little Elle does do one thing right-sleep. She's has been sleeping through the night pretty much since she was 3 weeks old. Yes, I know that's amazing. But it's pretty much the standard around here. We don't put up with much less.
So this is the second night in a row I have found myself up into the wee hours of the morning completely unable to sleep. Which, as you can imagine, is SO frustrating! But as I laid in bed playing around on my iPod Jack came into my room upset because he had wet the bed (which almost never happens). He fell asleep on the way home from a sitter tonight and didn't have a chance to go to the bathroom before he went to bed. He is actually pretty good about waking up if he has to go but no nap today so the poor kid was probably so exhausted he didn't even know.
Anyways... Luckily I was already up so getting out of bed to fix his sheets and get him new jammies really wasn't that big of a deal. But putting him back to sleep, talking to him briefly about his time at the baby sitters, having him thank me for fixing his bed and then sweetly say "I love you mom" just melted my heart and left me tearfully grateful for this precious moment. God is so good. I look forward to more sweet moments with my beloved son and hoping that princess learns to be just as sweet as her big bro.
People have told me that there is nothing quite like the relationship between a mother and a son. And they are right, there isn't! I also hope for the Farmers sake that he can enjoy the same father daughter bond relative to the bond that Jack and I share.
So, good night from the farm. Signing off from my iPod - The Farmer's Wife
( that was a lot to type on a miniature touch screen keypad! )
So this is the second night in a row I have found myself up into the wee hours of the morning completely unable to sleep. Which, as you can imagine, is SO frustrating! But as I laid in bed playing around on my iPod Jack came into my room upset because he had wet the bed (which almost never happens). He fell asleep on the way home from a sitter tonight and didn't have a chance to go to the bathroom before he went to bed. He is actually pretty good about waking up if he has to go but no nap today so the poor kid was probably so exhausted he didn't even know.
Anyways... Luckily I was already up so getting out of bed to fix his sheets and get him new jammies really wasn't that big of a deal. But putting him back to sleep, talking to him briefly about his time at the baby sitters, having him thank me for fixing his bed and then sweetly say "I love you mom" just melted my heart and left me tearfully grateful for this precious moment. God is so good. I look forward to more sweet moments with my beloved son and hoping that princess learns to be just as sweet as her big bro.
People have told me that there is nothing quite like the relationship between a mother and a son. And they are right, there isn't! I also hope for the Farmers sake that he can enjoy the same father daughter bond relative to the bond that Jack and I share.
So, good night from the farm. Signing off from my iPod - The Farmer's Wife
( that was a lot to type on a miniature touch screen keypad! )
Friday, June 28, 2013
....and then there were 4
...Well it's been a hot minute.
I am pretty sure that last time I blogged I was miserable and pregnant and ready to be done (or kill someone). Luckily I was done before any lives were lost. At 39 weeks 6 days the Farmer and I welcomed our little Elle McKenzie into this world - which she would soon learn to hate. Our little Elle, while beautiful and aesthetically perfect, has quite a bitterness about her. I just know that she longs for the womb and really wishes she had never left. But who can blame her, really?
These first 6 weeks have been an adjustment, to say the least. Crying (or should I say, wailing) has been the soundtrack to our lives and our Elle is far from the perfect baby that her big brother was. And I am not kidding - her brother was the PERFECT baby. The only time I remember him being really inconsolable was when he was 2.5 months old and had an ear infection. An EAR INFECTION. Now, that type of crying is just commonplace with this child.
All kidding aside, she is beautiful and precious - she does smile occasionally - and she's my baby girl. I love her to pieces and I know this is just a season. The crying will subside and her sweetness will abound. She's healthy and growing and parents really can't ask for much more. I am blessed.
It's summer and there's lots going on at the farm. The Farmer is busy with lawns, the laundromat business has picked up quite a bit and I have found myself in the company of two demanding children pretty much 24/7. Life as a mom. Wonderful and tragic all at the same time. I miss going to the bathroom by myself, taking showers (what are those?) on a consistent basis, having energy to put on clothes that aren't in the yoga pants category, let alone put my hair into something other than a messy bun. Again, I am constantly reminded that this is a season - one in which I would be amiss if I desired anything but to spend it "...training my children in the way they should go" (Proverbs 22:6). It is a blessing that I am able to spend this time at home with my children and I wouldn't want it any other way. But if I said it didn't make me weary, tired, emotional, physically and mentally stretched and overwhelmed, then I would not only be lying to you, but to myself. It's exhausting.
However, I will blink my eyes and soon be missing the cries, midnight feedings, morning snuggles, pitter patter of feet, and yes...even the endless, constant chatter of an almost-four-year-old. But in the mean time, the Farmer and I are looking forward to his birthday (well, he is not so much...he hits the BIG 3-0 in February) because it means a Vegas getaway for us (at least that's the plan).
Of course, as I write this my little princess is sleeping soundly in the swing next to me. There are certain points in my day when I look at her sleeping peacefully and I just say "really, child? REALLY?" Why can't you figure this out when it's midnight and I am exhausted and all I want to do is sleep. Unfortunately with a 4 year old I can't just sleep at 2 in the afternoon when princess can. That is probably the most frustrating thing about being a mom of 2. When it's just the one you can sleep whenever your little heart desires (or whenever your newborn will let you) 2 kids - not so much. Oh! Aaaand it takes you like 18 times longer to get out of the house. I honestly don't know how people with more than 2 kids ever get anywhere - not to mention on time. I mean it's like a comedy over here in the morning. I find myself seriously wondering if there are hidden cameras in my house and it's all a big joke.
BUT-and that's a big but. I can thank my 2 children for helping me shed the pounds a little more efficiently than the 1st time around. There is really no such thing as being lazy. Because if I am not bouncing a baby or playing a game, I am desperately trying to regain anything that resembles order in this house. It'll be a while before that's a reality. But I got pretty close today - and I am feeling pretty successful. It's really the only reason I could justify sitting down for 45 minutes to blog. The only other time I sit down at the computer for an extended period is to plan my couponing hauls - another seemingly impossible task with 2 children. The Baby Bjorn has helped immensely with that (shopping, that is).
So in short, there won't be any other bundles of joy joining the family here on the farm....like, EVER. We're totally maxed out and thanks to our Great God we've rounded out our bunch perfectly. One boy, one girl. That's all I prayed for - God is good, He is faithful and He listens. Can I get an amen?
Now I am focusing on other things as this summer wastes away. Like the genius that I am, I signed myself up for a 5K on August 17. I signed up when I was about 6 months pregnant thinking this would be the perfect way to force my butt back into shape. Well, it has forced me...but man I am anything but in shape.I'm getting there though, slow and steady. Thanks to Groupon I purchased a 2 month membership to Innovative in Franklin for only $27! What a steal, and it includes tanning, childcare and classes! I mean, seriously-FREE TANNING. I am going to feel like I am in high school again. Boom. If only I could look like I was in high school again - ha, that is the goal though...
...Well I really must return to planet earth and finish the dishes, figure out if/what the heck we are going to eat for dinner and finish my Double Double Daze planning for tomorrow. I am hoping to save some big bucks on our grocery bill this week and *fingers crossed* with only one child in tow.
Until next time on the farm (which will most likely be around Jack's birthday - when I am way too overwhelmed to do anything but waste precious time blogging) cheers to the freakin' weekend!
-The Farmer's Wife
I am pretty sure that last time I blogged I was miserable and pregnant and ready to be done (or kill someone). Luckily I was done before any lives were lost. At 39 weeks 6 days the Farmer and I welcomed our little Elle McKenzie into this world - which she would soon learn to hate. Our little Elle, while beautiful and aesthetically perfect, has quite a bitterness about her. I just know that she longs for the womb and really wishes she had never left. But who can blame her, really?
These first 6 weeks have been an adjustment, to say the least. Crying (or should I say, wailing) has been the soundtrack to our lives and our Elle is far from the perfect baby that her big brother was. And I am not kidding - her brother was the PERFECT baby. The only time I remember him being really inconsolable was when he was 2.5 months old and had an ear infection. An EAR INFECTION. Now, that type of crying is just commonplace with this child.
All kidding aside, she is beautiful and precious - she does smile occasionally - and she's my baby girl. I love her to pieces and I know this is just a season. The crying will subside and her sweetness will abound. She's healthy and growing and parents really can't ask for much more. I am blessed.
It's summer and there's lots going on at the farm. The Farmer is busy with lawns, the laundromat business has picked up quite a bit and I have found myself in the company of two demanding children pretty much 24/7. Life as a mom. Wonderful and tragic all at the same time. I miss going to the bathroom by myself, taking showers (what are those?) on a consistent basis, having energy to put on clothes that aren't in the yoga pants category, let alone put my hair into something other than a messy bun. Again, I am constantly reminded that this is a season - one in which I would be amiss if I desired anything but to spend it "...training my children in the way they should go" (Proverbs 22:6). It is a blessing that I am able to spend this time at home with my children and I wouldn't want it any other way. But if I said it didn't make me weary, tired, emotional, physically and mentally stretched and overwhelmed, then I would not only be lying to you, but to myself. It's exhausting.
However, I will blink my eyes and soon be missing the cries, midnight feedings, morning snuggles, pitter patter of feet, and yes...even the endless, constant chatter of an almost-four-year-old. But in the mean time, the Farmer and I are looking forward to his birthday (well, he is not so much...he hits the BIG 3-0 in February) because it means a Vegas getaway for us (at least that's the plan).
Of course, as I write this my little princess is sleeping soundly in the swing next to me. There are certain points in my day when I look at her sleeping peacefully and I just say "really, child? REALLY?" Why can't you figure this out when it's midnight and I am exhausted and all I want to do is sleep. Unfortunately with a 4 year old I can't just sleep at 2 in the afternoon when princess can. That is probably the most frustrating thing about being a mom of 2. When it's just the one you can sleep whenever your little heart desires (or whenever your newborn will let you) 2 kids - not so much. Oh! Aaaand it takes you like 18 times longer to get out of the house. I honestly don't know how people with more than 2 kids ever get anywhere - not to mention on time. I mean it's like a comedy over here in the morning. I find myself seriously wondering if there are hidden cameras in my house and it's all a big joke.
BUT-and that's a big but. I can thank my 2 children for helping me shed the pounds a little more efficiently than the 1st time around. There is really no such thing as being lazy. Because if I am not bouncing a baby or playing a game, I am desperately trying to regain anything that resembles order in this house. It'll be a while before that's a reality. But I got pretty close today - and I am feeling pretty successful. It's really the only reason I could justify sitting down for 45 minutes to blog. The only other time I sit down at the computer for an extended period is to plan my couponing hauls - another seemingly impossible task with 2 children. The Baby Bjorn has helped immensely with that (shopping, that is).
So in short, there won't be any other bundles of joy joining the family here on the farm....like, EVER. We're totally maxed out and thanks to our Great God we've rounded out our bunch perfectly. One boy, one girl. That's all I prayed for - God is good, He is faithful and He listens. Can I get an amen?
Now I am focusing on other things as this summer wastes away. Like the genius that I am, I signed myself up for a 5K on August 17. I signed up when I was about 6 months pregnant thinking this would be the perfect way to force my butt back into shape. Well, it has forced me...but man I am anything but in shape.I'm getting there though, slow and steady. Thanks to Groupon I purchased a 2 month membership to Innovative in Franklin for only $27! What a steal, and it includes tanning, childcare and classes! I mean, seriously-FREE TANNING. I am going to feel like I am in high school again. Boom. If only I could look like I was in high school again - ha, that is the goal though...
...Well I really must return to planet earth and finish the dishes, figure out if/what the heck we are going to eat for dinner and finish my Double Double Daze planning for tomorrow. I am hoping to save some big bucks on our grocery bill this week and *fingers crossed* with only one child in tow.
Until next time on the farm (which will most likely be around Jack's birthday - when I am way too overwhelmed to do anything but waste precious time blogging) cheers to the freakin' weekend!
-The Farmer's Wife
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
End of My Rope
As I sit here eating lunch and going over all the thoughts in my head I have decided that this post could seem extremely whiny, negative and just downright annoying. So if you'd rather not listen to a 9 month pregnant lady moan and complain about the status of her life, I suggest you move on, because that is what I fully intend on doing.
I have officially reached the end of my rope. On Saturday I threw in the towel for work. I called in sick after being nauseous all day and just having no more energy to give. It was probably best because I was told by a co-worker on Monday that it was crazy busy and I would have probably just been a hot mess. She didn't use the term "hot mess" but I decided that's what it would have been.
Right now my biggest pet-peeve is being asked 12 million times a day "how are you feeling?" I would really love to respond with "How do you think I am feeling" and I would love to just tear apart their guess as to how I am feeling. Is it unreasonable to want to be treated as though I am not carrying around 40 extra pounds (or 50...or 60), have completely swollen feet and ankles making them appear anything but human and walk like I am going to fall over at any given second (which yesterday this did actually happen in Menards. I squatted down to ask Jack a question and he answered excitedly and hugged me which sent me tumbling to the ground, flat on my back. Luckily I was only a few inches from the ground to begin with. The farmer looked over and chuckled with a sad look on his face) Is it unreasonable to not want to be asked "when are you due?" or "how do you feel?" or "are you getting excited?" or "are you nervous about labor and delivery?" Can I just carry around a sign that says "Saturday, crabby/irritable/tired/sore, DUH, and NO I just want this baby out I don't care how it happens, just make it happen."
I have had a fantastic pregnancy, a healthy baby with no complications, 9 months relatively pain free, I've been able to work all the way up until now, I have gained less weight than with my first pregnancy, I love my doctor and the nurses at Elmbrook are awesome. Everything is ready for this baby, she has a fabulous wardrobe awaiting her arrival, she has a chic nursery to dwell in - it's really been a wonderful 40 weeks.
But now I quit.
I am sore, I never sleep, I pee 18 thousand times a day, at least. I would love to enjoy a piece of pizza or a taco without choking on acid vomit when I go to sleep, I want to drink as much Coke and coffee as I want without having to keep tabs on how much caffeine I've had for the day. I don't want to have to think about when was the last time I took my Pepcid and if it's been 12 hours so I can take another. Which brings me back to that questions "are you getting excited?" YES I am so excited. To have my baby girl, to snuggle her and kiss her and hold her and swaddle her, even to change diapers and be spit up on and to get up umpteen million times a night. At this point that all sounds just fine to me! But I am also excited to never be pregnant again, to lose weight, to go on a run, to do a massive overhaul on my diet and get healthy, I can't wait to wear skinny jeans and cute shoes and short shorts. I can't wait to enjoy a drink with friends on the weekend and plan our next trip to Vegas. I am also excited for the Farmer to enjoy all those things with me, I know he can't wait!
Speaking of the Farmer. I do actually feel bad for him. This is his busy season so now he's overworked, underfed, doesn't get any sleep thanks to me and my non-stop tossing, turning, [apparent] snoring, and bathroom breaking throughout the night and then he gets to deal with my hormonal wrath for anything and everything. Yesterday it was the chickens that set me off, the day before that it was nothing at all. He just came to the kitchen to find me sobbing at the table. I was mostly just feeling sorry for myself. I'm a wreck. So naturally he's burnt out too, he's probably more ready for this baby to come than I am. Just kidding, that's not possible.
I am grateful for the abundance of friends and family I have praying for me. I know they either totally get it and can personally identify with this miserable state of being, or they just have tremendous pity for me. Either way I covet their prayers and am so thankful to have the support system that I do. Honestly, in all my whining and complaining it is humbling to know that so many people truly care about me.
I think I've done a good enough job of complaining for today. My lunch is finished, which I am sure will be promptly regurgitated - sorry TMI - as I am about to take a nap (hopefully) and acid reflux has been my biggest enemy this pregnancy. Pray with me for a miracle! I suppose I really can't be super impatient until Saturday, which is officially D-Day. But color me impatient anyways - I am already there. Going to the doctor on Thursday and hoping for spontaneous combustion of my water bag while she's checking me. Seriously.
But my wonderful Parkside 23 co-workers are having a little luncheon thingy for me on Thursday afternoon, so if nothing else, I do have that to look forward to. Thanks for suffering me. Until next time (I hope I have a baby to blog about!)
The Farmer's [Super Pregnant] Wife
I have officially reached the end of my rope. On Saturday I threw in the towel for work. I called in sick after being nauseous all day and just having no more energy to give. It was probably best because I was told by a co-worker on Monday that it was crazy busy and I would have probably just been a hot mess. She didn't use the term "hot mess" but I decided that's what it would have been.
Right now my biggest pet-peeve is being asked 12 million times a day "how are you feeling?" I would really love to respond with "How do you think I am feeling" and I would love to just tear apart their guess as to how I am feeling. Is it unreasonable to want to be treated as though I am not carrying around 40 extra pounds (or 50...or 60), have completely swollen feet and ankles making them appear anything but human and walk like I am going to fall over at any given second (which yesterday this did actually happen in Menards. I squatted down to ask Jack a question and he answered excitedly and hugged me which sent me tumbling to the ground, flat on my back. Luckily I was only a few inches from the ground to begin with. The farmer looked over and chuckled with a sad look on his face) Is it unreasonable to not want to be asked "when are you due?" or "how do you feel?" or "are you getting excited?" or "are you nervous about labor and delivery?" Can I just carry around a sign that says "Saturday, crabby/irritable/tired/sore, DUH, and NO I just want this baby out I don't care how it happens, just make it happen."
I have had a fantastic pregnancy, a healthy baby with no complications, 9 months relatively pain free, I've been able to work all the way up until now, I have gained less weight than with my first pregnancy, I love my doctor and the nurses at Elmbrook are awesome. Everything is ready for this baby, she has a fabulous wardrobe awaiting her arrival, she has a chic nursery to dwell in - it's really been a wonderful 40 weeks.
But now I quit.
I am sore, I never sleep, I pee 18 thousand times a day, at least. I would love to enjoy a piece of pizza or a taco without choking on acid vomit when I go to sleep, I want to drink as much Coke and coffee as I want without having to keep tabs on how much caffeine I've had for the day. I don't want to have to think about when was the last time I took my Pepcid and if it's been 12 hours so I can take another. Which brings me back to that questions "are you getting excited?" YES I am so excited. To have my baby girl, to snuggle her and kiss her and hold her and swaddle her, even to change diapers and be spit up on and to get up umpteen million times a night. At this point that all sounds just fine to me! But I am also excited to never be pregnant again, to lose weight, to go on a run, to do a massive overhaul on my diet and get healthy, I can't wait to wear skinny jeans and cute shoes and short shorts. I can't wait to enjoy a drink with friends on the weekend and plan our next trip to Vegas. I am also excited for the Farmer to enjoy all those things with me, I know he can't wait!
Speaking of the Farmer. I do actually feel bad for him. This is his busy season so now he's overworked, underfed, doesn't get any sleep thanks to me and my non-stop tossing, turning, [apparent] snoring, and bathroom breaking throughout the night and then he gets to deal with my hormonal wrath for anything and everything. Yesterday it was the chickens that set me off, the day before that it was nothing at all. He just came to the kitchen to find me sobbing at the table. I was mostly just feeling sorry for myself. I'm a wreck. So naturally he's burnt out too, he's probably more ready for this baby to come than I am. Just kidding, that's not possible.
I am grateful for the abundance of friends and family I have praying for me. I know they either totally get it and can personally identify with this miserable state of being, or they just have tremendous pity for me. Either way I covet their prayers and am so thankful to have the support system that I do. Honestly, in all my whining and complaining it is humbling to know that so many people truly care about me.
I think I've done a good enough job of complaining for today. My lunch is finished, which I am sure will be promptly regurgitated - sorry TMI - as I am about to take a nap (hopefully) and acid reflux has been my biggest enemy this pregnancy. Pray with me for a miracle! I suppose I really can't be super impatient until Saturday, which is officially D-Day. But color me impatient anyways - I am already there. Going to the doctor on Thursday and hoping for spontaneous combustion of my water bag while she's checking me. Seriously.
But my wonderful Parkside 23 co-workers are having a little luncheon thingy for me on Thursday afternoon, so if nothing else, I do have that to look forward to. Thanks for suffering me. Until next time (I hope I have a baby to blog about!)
The Farmer's [Super Pregnant] Wife
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Ready to go!
Well, here I sit, once again, after having not blogged for what seems to be an eternity - attempting another post. I just re-read the last two posts about our beloved Lola. We still miss her so. It's hard to believe it's been almost 4 moths since we said good-bye. The farmer has been researching tirelessly to determine her exact breed. We always assumed she was German Shepherd but he thinks now that she was probably some other breed (the exact name escapes me right now).
Now that Spring has finally decided to show up it's even harder not to have our precious pup. She loved Spring. She would lay in the garden beds as the farmer would plant them, she played fetch and swam in the pond. It was so fun to finally get out after the long winter and play with her. Of course there's Reggie - as annoying as he is - he does fetch and swim, but it's just not the same. He is still the same ol' Reg. Attention span that lasts all of 9 seconds, he pees on EVERYTHING, sneaks into the house any chance he gets to tear apart the garbage. The only thing that's different is he doesn't run away nearly as much as he used to.
But the good news (at least for us humans) is that while we endured the sadness of saying good bye to our sweet Lola, we get to welcome a new sweet girl into our lives in just a few short weeks! Our baby girl can safely come any day now - although with the way my impatience is going I'm sure she'll take her sweet time and make her mamma wait! I'm so ready to meet this baby, and right now the only thing that has me being somewhat patient is that for whatever reason an April birthday doesn't really appeal to me. I would much prefer she have a May birthday. However, not Mother's Day. That would not be cool. I mean, ironic, yes ... but to spend Mother's Day in the hospital...not so much.
I have been stocking up and nesting like CRAZY! One of my latest hobbies includes extreme couponing. It's pretty ridiculous actually. I'm amazed at the deals I can get. I've always been a bargain shopper, but this takes it to a whole new level. I mean I'm getting hundreds of dollars worth of stuff for next to nothing. It's kind of a science and I feel like I've gotten a pretty good understanding of it - thanks to a friend and her awesome Facebook page that posts all the helpful tips on current sales and hot coupons that are out. The farmer really hasn't said too much about it, because I think even he's impressed (secretly) with how much stuff I can get for so little. I won't ever pay for Bounce dryer sheets again, I know that for sure! I'll be getting 9 more boxes for FREE tomorrow. Actually my latest "haul" that I have planned out - assuming it all goes as planned - I should get everything for FREE make $10 in overage toward other things in my cart and get paid anywhere from $15-25 in gift cards from Target. I'm a little nervous, because it might not go as planned...but that's the "extreme" part - LOL it's kind of a gamble.
I digress...I'm having a baby in less than a month! I've been having contractions like crazy-and they've actually worked! At my 37 week appointment I was already 1 cm/50%. Which is way more than I could say for my first pregnancy. I am really hoping my doc will strip my membranes on Thursday. Maybe that'll get this little bean movin. I'm just so ready to be done that it's really not even funny. I think I'm totally ready-except for the fact that my house is less than sparkly clean - it's not in the worst shape ever, but I do have higher hopes than it's current condition by the time I go into labor. My bags are packed AND in the car...so I don't even have to think when I go into labor, just get in the car and GO. I do have to pack a small bag for the farmer, I was going to include snacks this time because the poor thing was STARVED half to death last time. I just picked up nursing bras, nursing pads, lanolin cream, and other "new mommy" essentials today at Target.
SIDE NOTE: now that I'm an "extreme couponer" it's really hard to go to Target and spend $88 - even if it's on things I need - because I'm just so used to getting my total down to below $20 that it's depressing to have to spend so much money. Technically today I bought a pillow for the nursery that cost $35, the lanolin cream was $10 and the nursing bra was $15...so I guess the fact that I got 2 pair of shorts for the farmer, 2 really nice razors (Schick Intuition), pacifiers, 3 boxes of Bounce sheets, baby spoons and two snacks for Jack for the other $28 is pretty impressive, no?
Again, I digress...The nursery is totally done and ready, thanks to the farmer and his handiness! I have to admit I was skeptical that it wouldn't get done in time, but he was right - in his infinite wisdom - it got done. And it looks great. There's a chevron wall, ombre dresser, old-fashioned rocking chair - it's exactly the chic nursery that I wanted! It's funny because 4 years ago if I would have had a girl, the nursery would have been like bright neon pink with flowers and pink everywhere! Who'da thunk I would have picked grey and peach for a girl nursery? But I LOVE it. Seriously, it couldn't be more perfect.
I even got a mani-pedi yesterday. That was awesome and a much needed treat! My feet are incredibly swollen and just fat in general, but they are well manicured and pink! So when I'm pushing I'll atleast have my cute toes to look at, right? So pretty much I'm ready. Nursery, check. Bags packed, check. Carseat installed, check. Mani-pedi, check. House clean ... ... ...Ok, well I'm almost ready.
Now I'm just ready to give birth and have a glass of wine. I can't wait to see this baby girl, I want to dress her up in all the awesome clothes I've bought her. Thanks to a good week at work a few weeks ago and some amazing coupons from Boston Store I am pretty sure this kid owns every single thing that Carter's has out right now. Her closet literally doesn't have anymore room.
Alright, well I've blogged enough to make up for the 3.5 months that I took off. I'm sure I've lost half my audience by now since no one cares about how many free boxes of dryer sheets I can get at Target. Here's to hoping this pregnancy is over sooner than later. I know the farmer would appreciate that as well. He might be more ready than I am. Especially to have his wife's pre-baby body back. Don't get upset, it's ok- I am SO ready for that too.
Til next time!
-The Farmer's Wife
Now that Spring has finally decided to show up it's even harder not to have our precious pup. She loved Spring. She would lay in the garden beds as the farmer would plant them, she played fetch and swam in the pond. It was so fun to finally get out after the long winter and play with her. Of course there's Reggie - as annoying as he is - he does fetch and swim, but it's just not the same. He is still the same ol' Reg. Attention span that lasts all of 9 seconds, he pees on EVERYTHING, sneaks into the house any chance he gets to tear apart the garbage. The only thing that's different is he doesn't run away nearly as much as he used to.
But the good news (at least for us humans) is that while we endured the sadness of saying good bye to our sweet Lola, we get to welcome a new sweet girl into our lives in just a few short weeks! Our baby girl can safely come any day now - although with the way my impatience is going I'm sure she'll take her sweet time and make her mamma wait! I'm so ready to meet this baby, and right now the only thing that has me being somewhat patient is that for whatever reason an April birthday doesn't really appeal to me. I would much prefer she have a May birthday. However, not Mother's Day. That would not be cool. I mean, ironic, yes ... but to spend Mother's Day in the hospital...not so much.
I have been stocking up and nesting like CRAZY! One of my latest hobbies includes extreme couponing. It's pretty ridiculous actually. I'm amazed at the deals I can get. I've always been a bargain shopper, but this takes it to a whole new level. I mean I'm getting hundreds of dollars worth of stuff for next to nothing. It's kind of a science and I feel like I've gotten a pretty good understanding of it - thanks to a friend and her awesome Facebook page that posts all the helpful tips on current sales and hot coupons that are out. The farmer really hasn't said too much about it, because I think even he's impressed (secretly) with how much stuff I can get for so little. I won't ever pay for Bounce dryer sheets again, I know that for sure! I'll be getting 9 more boxes for FREE tomorrow. Actually my latest "haul" that I have planned out - assuming it all goes as planned - I should get everything for FREE make $10 in overage toward other things in my cart and get paid anywhere from $15-25 in gift cards from Target. I'm a little nervous, because it might not go as planned...but that's the "extreme" part - LOL it's kind of a gamble.
I digress...I'm having a baby in less than a month! I've been having contractions like crazy-and they've actually worked! At my 37 week appointment I was already 1 cm/50%. Which is way more than I could say for my first pregnancy. I am really hoping my doc will strip my membranes on Thursday. Maybe that'll get this little bean movin. I'm just so ready to be done that it's really not even funny. I think I'm totally ready-except for the fact that my house is less than sparkly clean - it's not in the worst shape ever, but I do have higher hopes than it's current condition by the time I go into labor. My bags are packed AND in the car...so I don't even have to think when I go into labor, just get in the car and GO. I do have to pack a small bag for the farmer, I was going to include snacks this time because the poor thing was STARVED half to death last time. I just picked up nursing bras, nursing pads, lanolin cream, and other "new mommy" essentials today at Target.
SIDE NOTE: now that I'm an "extreme couponer" it's really hard to go to Target and spend $88 - even if it's on things I need - because I'm just so used to getting my total down to below $20 that it's depressing to have to spend so much money. Technically today I bought a pillow for the nursery that cost $35, the lanolin cream was $10 and the nursing bra was $15...so I guess the fact that I got 2 pair of shorts for the farmer, 2 really nice razors (Schick Intuition), pacifiers, 3 boxes of Bounce sheets, baby spoons and two snacks for Jack for the other $28 is pretty impressive, no?
Again, I digress...The nursery is totally done and ready, thanks to the farmer and his handiness! I have to admit I was skeptical that it wouldn't get done in time, but he was right - in his infinite wisdom - it got done. And it looks great. There's a chevron wall, ombre dresser, old-fashioned rocking chair - it's exactly the chic nursery that I wanted! It's funny because 4 years ago if I would have had a girl, the nursery would have been like bright neon pink with flowers and pink everywhere! Who'da thunk I would have picked grey and peach for a girl nursery? But I LOVE it. Seriously, it couldn't be more perfect.
I even got a mani-pedi yesterday. That was awesome and a much needed treat! My feet are incredibly swollen and just fat in general, but they are well manicured and pink! So when I'm pushing I'll atleast have my cute toes to look at, right? So pretty much I'm ready. Nursery, check. Bags packed, check. Carseat installed, check. Mani-pedi, check. House clean ... ... ...Ok, well I'm almost ready.
Now I'm just ready to give birth and have a glass of wine. I can't wait to see this baby girl, I want to dress her up in all the awesome clothes I've bought her. Thanks to a good week at work a few weeks ago and some amazing coupons from Boston Store I am pretty sure this kid owns every single thing that Carter's has out right now. Her closet literally doesn't have anymore room.
Alright, well I've blogged enough to make up for the 3.5 months that I took off. I'm sure I've lost half my audience by now since no one cares about how many free boxes of dryer sheets I can get at Target. Here's to hoping this pregnancy is over sooner than later. I know the farmer would appreciate that as well. He might be more ready than I am. Especially to have his wife's pre-baby body back. Don't get upset, it's ok- I am SO ready for that too.
Til next time!
-The Farmer's Wife
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