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Friday, May 30, 2008

“She doesn’t look like anyone in the ward.”

QUICK STATS
Baby Adhis was born: on Memorial Day, Monday, May 26th @ 12:29:11 pm

Her measurements were: 6 lbs. 9 oz. and was 19 inches long.

Miscellaneous: little petite squeaky “cry.” Dark hair.

We came home 2 days later and found someone had planted an “It’s a girl!” sign in our flower bed. Thank you, mystery sign planter!

LONG POST

I wasn’t kidding when I announced in Relief Society on Sunday that I was in labor. I came to church anyway because I wanted to hear the scheduled lesson; I was MAD when the teacher announced she had decided to teach a different lesson. I seriously almost got up to go home and eat, BUT I stayed because Erin is such a great teacher, and I’m glad I did! (Great job, Erin!)

Oh-- so I was saying…

Yeah, Sunday morning, contractions were 10 minutes apart. By church time, they had dropped to 2 contractions an hour, so I took it as an answer to my desire to attend Relief Society (but when I got to R.S. the lesson had been switched… I was so MAD… I almost walked out, but I digress… again…).

After church, we went home and walked around the neighborhood while contracting every 20 minutes. We ran into a few families in the 'hood (can you call it "the ‘hood" if the natives are pulling red wagons with toddlers in tow?) and was greeted with sympathetic “ohyou’restillpregnant” smiles even when I said “but something’s happening.” Somewhere on our walk, I started questioning what was going on inside me. The contractions felt little like what I had heard they should feel like. I just felt a little achy and out of breath.

Back at home, I bugged my husband to get some last minute things done (trash taken out, dog food put out, plants watered, etc.) When we went to bed, the contractions were still 20 minutes apart, then 15 minutes apart, and then 12, 8, 6, 7, and 4 minutes apart. Still, since what I felt was "just cramping" and not the stomach tightness and inability to carry a conversation that I had been warned about, I thought I'd relax by soaking in our jetted tub. I called the doctor at about midnight to make sure that would be ok and he said “no.” ::insert SUPER frowny pout:: He wanted me to first get checked to make sure the baby was ok. (FINE, Mr. Doctor Guy!) I did not want to waste my time going to the hospital 20 minutes away and back again just so I could soak in the tub, so I was contemplating hopping in the tub anyway. David insisted I go to the hospital and just get checked out first. It took us about an hour to get out the door as I paused for cramps, cleaned house, and finished packing my bags in case the hospital kept me long for monitoring.

Once at the hospital, they wouldn’t let me go home to soak in my tub. And why not?? I was dilated 5 centimeters. (Oh.) The cramps were contractions after all.

Things quickly got sucky and boring. I didn’t have my comfy bed to contract in. I didn’t have my just-the-right-height stair railing to lean on. I wish I would have stayed home. :scowl: Without the comforts of home, I was hating life during the contractions. If my abdomen, back, and legs were going to hurt, I wanted MY room, MY bed, MY floor.

I dilated to 7 centimeters and, since I hadn’t packed my jetted tub, bed, or railing, I gave in to the dumb nurse who kept suggesting an epidural, though I had told her not to offer it to me. (I’m still angry about that! Grrr… bitter, but whatever.) I gave my back up to the anesthesiologist.

The administration of my epidural went classic textbook. Within minutes, my husband felt better. He had been having a harder time with my contractions than I was. After the epidural, he breathed a sigh of relief and said “aaaahh… I don’t know why anyone would do this without an epidural!” He did seem calmer.

Pushing was easy, short, and pleasant. I just sat on a bed with the nurse and my husband and chatted like we were on a picnic. There were no sandwiches, though there was a mirror pointed at my… um… picnic basket.

After 7 or 8 contractions, we waited for my doctor to arrive then finished the picnic-- er, we finished the labor and delivery.

Baby got cleaned up while my husband smiled and got teary-eyed and my doctor ho-humly cleaned and stitched. (I think he was making a quilt.) When the nurse handed me the baby, I thought “whose baby is this?” She doesn’t look like either of us! Or, as I groggily later mentioned to some visitors from the aforementioned ’hood, “she doesn’t look like anyone in the ward.”

This was an easy, fun, and short labor and delivery. If I get a

chance to do it again, I hope to labor longer at home.


Now, what do I do about the little baby who followed us home? When are her parents coming to pick her up?




[Posted song: "Wonderful" by India.Arie]

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Need ideas

Let's see... what should I blog about?
I can't think of anything new or interesting to say.

Well, maybe some other day.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Neighbors and Goods

Look at what our neighbors can do!
I’m calling attention to some of the cool products being manufactured (fancy business term!) and distributed in my neighborhood.
  • Amannda Ashby – plaques and signs –
http://amanndaashby.blogspot.com/2008/05/impressions.html




  • Landon Cooper – kiddie picnic tables -
http://www.ksl.com/index.php?nid=218&ad=3175435&cat=&lpid=








  • Summer Adams – women's chic boutique –

http://www.atreschicboutique.com/









I’m sure there are more neighbor goods out there… this will teach ya to stop hiding them under a bushel! ;)


P.S. Yes, I'm still pregnant. No, I'm not in labor.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Tagged by an Angel

Heidi tagged me.
(How To Play This Game of Tag: Post these rules on your blog. List: 3 joys, 3 fears, 3 goals, 3 current obsessions/collections, 3 random surprising facts about yourself. Tag 5 people at the end of your post by leaving their names. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog!)

Here is I:

3 Joys

  1. Having David home
  2. Waking up to sun streaming in the bedroom
  3. Understanding something new about the spiritual nature of everything

3 Fears

  1. Being without David before I need to be
  2. Feeling fear or anxiety. Period.
  3. Allowing pride to blind me to my behaviors and attitudes

3 current obsessions/collections

  1. Decluttering and getting rid of things
  2. Having order in my home
  3. Checking email and blogs

3 Goals

  1. To be able to listen to a discussion without feeling like I have to vocally contribute
  2. To be able to listen to ignorant opinions w/out getting angry
  3. To tell people the good things I already think about them; I think compliments, but I often don’t think to say them.

3 Random Surprising Facts about Myself

  1. I’m terribly shy when it comes to one-on-one or one-on-two conversation. An audience of 500 is much less scary.
  2. I have great trouble hanging up a picture without taking into account geometry, symmetry, aesthetics, color balance, visual height, and pose of the subject matter.
  3. In my senior year of high school, I was a marksman on the JROTC rifle team and won a stand-up comedy competition. (The two are unrelated.) What a combination! “Laugh, or I’ll shoot!” (This photo is sophomore year. I'm too tired to go downstairs and get my senior photo.)

I tag you!

  1. Amannda
  2. Jenn
  3. Nathalie
  4. Clarice
  5. Kiki

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Once a Mom

The phone rang this morning. I answered it and heard a little kid’s voice.

“This is Alex.”

“Alex??”

"Yep. Guess what?"

"What?"

"I got a new Pokemon ball."

(Classic Alex conversation. Talk about something cool he has.) He said his mom got it for him. I thought “no, I didn’t” but then realized he was referring to someone else.

He then said, “Guess what?”

“What?”

“I got adopted.”

“You did? Who adopted you?”

“Adhis & David--- I mean,” and then he corrected himself with his new parents’ names.

“Wow! When did you get adopted?”

“A long time ago. On Tuesday.” I chuckled. Classic Alex. He’s 6 years old now.

I also got to talk to his sister, who is now 8.

“I didn’t know they (her new parents) had your phone number!” she exclaimed. I did. I guess they thought it was best the kids didn’t know that piece of information. Until today, apparently.

I asked about the older brother, who is now 9. He was not adopted by this family and was living somewhere else. My heart ached, but my chest pains had subsided. We had been willing to adopt all three kids and, yet, the State split them up. (Sigh… welcome to the foster care system. I remembered when we went through our initial training; the instructor told us, “Be prepared to have your heart broken.” They weren’t kidding.) We did find out that the older brother did get baptized and that was really neat to hear.

Despite being revisited by a bit of heartache, I am so happy to have heard from the kids! I am thankful that their new parents let them chat with us. :::glow::: David loved chatting with them, too. We hope to hear soon from the older brother, but for now, it is great to get ANY news. They still feel like our kids and it was wonderful to hear from them on Mother’s Day weekend. Once a Mom, always a Mom.

But what an emotionally exhausting morning…

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Loose Ends

I started cramping and feeling an assortment of symptoms reminding me this baby is coming soon. There were a lot of half-done tasks in the house, so, today, I launched into tying up loose ends. I finished hanging things up in the nursery and cleared out the tools and packaging.I haven't yet found a rug I like for the room. Well... I did but it was $650; if the baby wants it, she better come into this world with a job! Jenn gave me the "Laughing Baby" print. The two little frames on either side are reserved for photos of baby with her Mommy and Daddy. I ordered the coordinating "Snuggling Infant" print from the artist. Amannda made the shelf under the Dali print. A friend named Sara made the quilt on the crib. Both Amannda and Sara made me a set of "Adhis" blocks and, for now, I am displaying the ones Sara made. David brought the wooden carving of a family and the mommy-and-child sand dollars from the Bahamas. The gold-framed hangings are things my mom made: she cross-stitched the LOVE stamp about 10 years ago and the other one is a painting she created and gave David for his last birthday.

As I type, the last load of baby clothes and blankets are drying in the laundry room. I made a little space in a kitchen cabinet for bottles and feeding accessories though I've yet to purchase bottles and feeding accessories. I did receive the following in the mail yesterday though!

My nursing cover
(I'm practicing saying "nursing cover" instead of "hooter hider")
and my baby sling.
Both in brown.






Ok, the dryer buzzer has gone off. Time to put those baby things away and then I'm off to the grocery store! (Hmmm... I should have ordered a cape so I could fly to the store. Or would a "super diaper" be more effective in this case?) ;)

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Love and Budgeting

I want to publicly adore my husband for his work ethic. When we decided to step up our financial picture last autumn, he right away decided to get a part-time job on top of his regular full-time job. He made a couple phone calls and had a new job within two days (and *bonus!* it’s a job he totally loves). The extra check each month has been fueling our emergency fund and various savings accounts.

My sweet David has also been very appreciative of my work at home since I stopped working for an income. My main financial contribution now is to be a wise (and sometimes, a very creative) steward with our money, home, and resources. If I don’t do that, it really doesn’t matter how much money flows in.

Lately, I’ve been praying to be able to discern what things are no longer needful in our home and to have the courage to get rid of those things and activities. (It’s easy to realize what things a husband should get rid of, but I wanted to know what *I* could do.) It has been great to look at my own possessions with fresh eyes and realize that I am ready to let go of things I have held onto for years. (YEARS. Like since when I wore Spandex and used AquaNet. That would be around the same time I listened to the tape collection posted for sale on the right-side column of this blog.) Some of the items I donate and get a tax receipt for, others I sell because I want it going to someone who really wants it. Either way, both my house and my soul feel lighter.

Anyway, all this is on my mind and I’m feeling especially grateful for my husband because the other night we had our monthly budget meeting and it was a wonderful and uplifting experience. Our budget meetings weren't always so happy though...

For the first 5 years of our marriage, whenever my husband and I would have family budget meetings, we would both get tense and cranky. The meetings always went long and we usually ended up feeling overwhelmed, exhausted, and defeated. We just couldn’t agree on how to track our budget, or we’d agree on something that would end up not working well for us.

Things began changing after the money tragedy of 2003, in which we had to come up with $12,000 for an unexpected bill that was due ON THE DAY we found out about it. It was a big painful lesson but it was also a turning point for us and our financial life began changing for the better. Though we still couldn’t agree on a budget-tracking method, we implemented small but good spending and saving habits.

Then last autumn, a friend lent us Dave Ramsey’s book “The Total Money Makeover” and our good habits were augmented. We finally had the vocabulary and budget method that worked for both of us. The peace both my husband and I feel now while discussing money matters sure is wonderful! Our monthly budget meetings are short, peaceful, and fun! We ALWAYS end our meetings feeling wealthy and, more importantly, we still feel in love with each other! (Now, if we could just get that way about painting walls... ;) ... )

David and I both recommend the book to people we like. It’s even BETTER if both partners in the relationship read it and apply the principles. Sure, we wish we had learned these things earlier in our marriage, but it certainly is great that we know them now!

So anyway, I feel so blessed to be on the same page with my sweet man.

::Mua!::

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Sony Grand WEGA 50” SXRD flat screen HDTV

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE pass this on to everyone you know before my husband changes his mind!

We have this, and I want it gone!!

Sony Grand WEGA 50” SXRD flat screen HDTV

Model: KDS-R50XBR1

Purchased April 2006 (only 2 years old)

Originally $3500

I am willing to sell it for $1200 (or PLEASE make me an offer-- don't be shy)!

I want this thing out of my living room. I never wanted this large a television, but my husband brought it home and that was that. We rarely watch TV; we don’t even have cable!

  • Works perfectly great.
  • Remote control included.
  • We may still have the manual, too.

Too big for our living room!!

Here's a Crutchfield review on this television for those who need technical info: http://www.crutchfieldadvisor.com/S-3ZCh7DO9exO/reviews/20051115/sxrd.html

Tell your husbands, brothers, co-workers, and neighbors to make me an offer. I want this gone!