The conclusion to my dating stories saga. The missing piece to the half a picture it all started out with. Is anyone out there still interested? No? Maybe not? Maybe?
If you are, check out my dating diaries link on the right. I will be posting it in chapters. It's a long one. I'm back. This time to finish it. I swear. Sorry I left you hanging if you were keeping up with it.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Yet Another Scary Encounter
My girls are growing up fast. Sylvie has been sleeping in a toddler bed for two years now and she's officially potty trained. YAY! Chloe is now in a toddler bed and very ready to be potty trained...(whenever you get a minute, Bertrand - that's right, I've deferred it to you and I'm not ashamed in the least).
However, there is one final scary, diaper-less crib moment I must share. Now, don't worry. This does not involve pictures of poop. In fact, it doesn't involve poop at all. It's a little scarier than that. (No, not diarrhea. Just...I'm getting there - hold on a second!)
So, a couple of weeks ago I put the girls down for a nap after lunch. All was quiet and I decided to get some work done. About 15 minutes I heard Sylvie shouting. I removed my headphones and called back, "What, Sylvie? What's the matter?"
"Chloe's naked! In her bed!" Sylvie shouted back.
I heaved a huge sigh and walked briskly down the hall. I threw the bedroom door open and saw...
I clasped my hands over my mouth and gasped. "SYLVIE-FAYE!" I shouted.
"What, mommy?" She asked very casually as she continued to unstuff the bear.
"WHAT are you DOING?" I shouted and moved in closer, surveying the damage.
"Uhhhhhh.....nuffing!" She responded, still very casual. "Uh, Chloe's naked, mommy. In her bed" she reminded me, very matter-of-factly.
Then I noticed it -
- the freshly removed diaper lying on the floor behind Sylvie. I gasped again and glared up at Chloe.
There she sat, in all her naked glory - like she was on her throne. She simply responded to my glare with a look of "Can I help you?" Luckily there were no droppings or wet spots. She simply didn't want her diaper on and somehow a chair ended up in her bed (most likely compliments of Sylvie-Faye) and she decided to sit on it in her crib...completely nude...in silence...as her older sister mercilessly unstuffed her beautiful, soft, fluffy bear.
I just never know what I'm going to find when I go in their room during naptime. It's too horrific, so I just don't - unless I get a shout out.
However, there is one final scary, diaper-less crib moment I must share. Now, don't worry. This does not involve pictures of poop. In fact, it doesn't involve poop at all. It's a little scarier than that. (No, not diarrhea. Just...I'm getting there - hold on a second!)
So, a couple of weeks ago I put the girls down for a nap after lunch. All was quiet and I decided to get some work done. About 15 minutes I heard Sylvie shouting. I removed my headphones and called back, "What, Sylvie? What's the matter?"
"Chloe's naked! In her bed!" Sylvie shouted back.
I heaved a huge sigh and walked briskly down the hall. I threw the bedroom door open and saw...
THIS!
I clasped my hands over my mouth and gasped. "SYLVIE-FAYE!" I shouted.
"What, mommy?" She asked very casually as she continued to unstuff the bear.
"WHAT are you DOING?" I shouted and moved in closer, surveying the damage.
"Uhhhhhh.....nuffing!" She responded, still very casual. "Uh, Chloe's naked, mommy. In her bed" she reminded me, very matter-of-factly.
Then I noticed it -
- the freshly removed diaper lying on the floor behind Sylvie. I gasped again and glared up at Chloe.
There she sat, in all her naked glory - like she was on her throne. She simply responded to my glare with a look of "Can I help you?" Luckily there were no droppings or wet spots. She simply didn't want her diaper on and somehow a chair ended up in her bed (most likely compliments of Sylvie-Faye) and she decided to sit on it in her crib...completely nude...in silence...as her older sister mercilessly unstuffed her beautiful, soft, fluffy bear.
I just never know what I'm going to find when I go in their room during naptime. It's too horrific, so I just don't - unless I get a shout out.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
It's Not A Tumor
I'm feeling a little embarrassed right about now. Let me explain:
I have been feeling crummy for approximately 2 1/2 weeks now. It started out with extreme nausea and weird aches and pains. I decided I had the flu. I laid on my couch a couple of days moaning and groaning and not eating a thing because the thought or smell of food made me sick.
A week later, I was still nauseated. Now I was getting constipated. I had lost eight pounds, but my stomach was bloating out funny. My pelvic area got weird stabbing cramps in it occasionally and then it would just throb in certain areas. I decided this was not the flu and something was seriously wrong with me. I decided to wait a few more days and see what happened.
A few days later my chest felt heavy. It was hard to breathe. I had ZERO energy and I just wanted to sleep all day and all night. I decided I was run down from the holidays and it was taking its toll on my body. I also attributed this to high stress. I decided to get more sleep, eat better, and try to relax.
By two weeks of pain and suffering, I decided I could potentially be dying. It seems like everyone around me is getting cancer and it runs strong on both sides of my family. I got on the Internet and looked up pancreatic cancer. I don't know why. I guess starting with the deadliest, worst form of cancer seemed like a good place. That way I could work my way down and by the time I found MY form of cancer, it wouldn't seem so bad.
The pancreatic cancer website listed the symptoms of it and I had none.
Then off to the left of the screen a little side bar said, "Try Searching Ovarian Cancer".
I looked up ovarian cancer and read down its list of 8-10 symptoms. I had them all. My heart stopped a second. I swallowed hard and read on. It's the second deadliest cancer. There is no cure. It's hard to detect. Suddenly I felt weaker. My mind began to work over time. What would Bertrand do alone with all of the kids? How would they live without me? I wouldn't get to see my babies grow up. I wouldn't get to become a rock star or a writer. This was it. Whatever I'd accomplished up to this point - done. I was through. I started trying to come to terms with the idea that I could be dying. How long would I live - I wondered.
I began to tell a few close friends about my symptoms and my discovery and my fears. Every single one of them said, "Oh, it sounds like you're just pregnant. That's all."
"No", I explained. "That's impossible" and then I proceeded to explain why, which I will spare you the explanation because it's very personal and a bit embarrassing. But in my mind there was just absolutely NO WAY I could be pregnant. It wasn't scientifically or humanly possible. In my mind it defied nature.
Tuesday night I awoke abruptly from a deep sleep. The first thought that hit my mind was "I'm pregnant". But I still didn't want to believe it.
Long story short, I gave in and took a pregnancy test Wednesday morning at around 11:00 AM. It was a very strong positive.
So, I wasn't entirely incorrect - there is a mass growing inside my belly and sucking the life out of me. But it's not a tumor. It's a baby. YAY!
This pregnancy was completely unexpected and definitely a miracle. My only explanation is that God wanted this child to come to earth soon and he found a way to make it happen even though I am still completely dumbfounded as to how I could have gotten pregnant. Unlike my last pregnancy, I welcome this one. I'm excited and now that the nausea has passed, I feel fantastic! Just like I did when I was pregnant with my first child - a son. I have a very strong impression this is a boy. Either way, I'm ecstatic. This is definitely my last child. I wanted to wait one or two more years before I considered having my last baby, but I'm thinking this is probably a better scenario. I'm 33 1/2 already. I'm not getting any younger. Best get this done now before I get into the risky maternal age category. I always felt there was one more, so....here he/she comes.
I have been feeling crummy for approximately 2 1/2 weeks now. It started out with extreme nausea and weird aches and pains. I decided I had the flu. I laid on my couch a couple of days moaning and groaning and not eating a thing because the thought or smell of food made me sick.
A week later, I was still nauseated. Now I was getting constipated. I had lost eight pounds, but my stomach was bloating out funny. My pelvic area got weird stabbing cramps in it occasionally and then it would just throb in certain areas. I decided this was not the flu and something was seriously wrong with me. I decided to wait a few more days and see what happened.
A few days later my chest felt heavy. It was hard to breathe. I had ZERO energy and I just wanted to sleep all day and all night. I decided I was run down from the holidays and it was taking its toll on my body. I also attributed this to high stress. I decided to get more sleep, eat better, and try to relax.
By two weeks of pain and suffering, I decided I could potentially be dying. It seems like everyone around me is getting cancer and it runs strong on both sides of my family. I got on the Internet and looked up pancreatic cancer. I don't know why. I guess starting with the deadliest, worst form of cancer seemed like a good place. That way I could work my way down and by the time I found MY form of cancer, it wouldn't seem so bad.
The pancreatic cancer website listed the symptoms of it and I had none.
Then off to the left of the screen a little side bar said, "Try Searching Ovarian Cancer".
I looked up ovarian cancer and read down its list of 8-10 symptoms. I had them all. My heart stopped a second. I swallowed hard and read on. It's the second deadliest cancer. There is no cure. It's hard to detect. Suddenly I felt weaker. My mind began to work over time. What would Bertrand do alone with all of the kids? How would they live without me? I wouldn't get to see my babies grow up. I wouldn't get to become a rock star or a writer. This was it. Whatever I'd accomplished up to this point - done. I was through. I started trying to come to terms with the idea that I could be dying. How long would I live - I wondered.
I began to tell a few close friends about my symptoms and my discovery and my fears. Every single one of them said, "Oh, it sounds like you're just pregnant. That's all."
"No", I explained. "That's impossible" and then I proceeded to explain why, which I will spare you the explanation because it's very personal and a bit embarrassing. But in my mind there was just absolutely NO WAY I could be pregnant. It wasn't scientifically or humanly possible. In my mind it defied nature.
Tuesday night I awoke abruptly from a deep sleep. The first thought that hit my mind was "I'm pregnant". But I still didn't want to believe it.
Long story short, I gave in and took a pregnancy test Wednesday morning at around 11:00 AM. It was a very strong positive.
So, I wasn't entirely incorrect - there is a mass growing inside my belly and sucking the life out of me. But it's not a tumor. It's a baby. YAY!
This pregnancy was completely unexpected and definitely a miracle. My only explanation is that God wanted this child to come to earth soon and he found a way to make it happen even though I am still completely dumbfounded as to how I could have gotten pregnant. Unlike my last pregnancy, I welcome this one. I'm excited and now that the nausea has passed, I feel fantastic! Just like I did when I was pregnant with my first child - a son. I have a very strong impression this is a boy. Either way, I'm ecstatic. This is definitely my last child. I wanted to wait one or two more years before I considered having my last baby, but I'm thinking this is probably a better scenario. I'm 33 1/2 already. I'm not getting any younger. Best get this done now before I get into the risky maternal age category. I always felt there was one more, so....here he/she comes.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Hey Honey, This One's For You!
There are just two things I want to say to you right now:
1. No, you may not go to work today.
2. You don't need to potty train Chloe. Sylvie's taking care of it.
Love,
Your Wife
1. No, you may not go to work today.
2. You don't need to potty train Chloe. Sylvie's taking care of it.
Love,
Your Wife
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Another Side Blog
I've started yet another side blog. It's about losing weight. It should be entertaining...or just pathetic. But hopefully successful and entertaining. If you wanna' follow along and cheer me on, check out mesochunky.blogspot.com. Or click on it from my side listing.
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