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Our Days

First of all, thank you all so much for your words of kindness on my last PWP post. I really appreciate it. I won’t go into detail here, since this is not going to PWP. ❤ I love you all.

Today Oat is 11 weeks old! I can hardly believe it. He is such a joy, and every day more and more of his little personality comes out. I will tell you all (all three of you? LOL) about what our day is like. (woo hoooo the excitement)
He doesn’t like to wake up early. He is a GRUMP with a capital G-R-U-M-P if he is woke up from a nap/night time sleep to early. On the flip side of that he goes to sleep pretty easily.

Our mornings are shaping up to start pretty early. He gets up around 5am to eat….and has been going back to a restless sleep until 7am and then eating again and then a DEEEEEEEP sleep from 8 or 9 to 11 or so. WELL, just as I feared he is now not wanting to go back to sleep after his 5am feeding. BLAH. Mamma no likey. He is not a night Oat anymore. I don’t know if I am sad or not, b/c I am still a late to bed kinda gal. It is hard. I am not sleepy at all!!!
A few nights I can force myself into bed and fall sleep after an hour or so…but not so all the time. I am now starting to nap in the afternoon with him. I actually have only napped during the day 2 times since he came home.

Why you ask? Honestly- b/c he is pretty awesome about sleeping at night. Maybe it was the two weeks in the NICU of getting ignored at night? (not really) They DO put the baby down after a feed most of the time b/c they have so much more to do. The bassinet is elevated, so they don’t worry about reflux, and they move onto to the next task. I think he started learning to self soothe himself to sleep there.

He has two big long naps during the day that I use to get stuff done. Sometimes they are a hour sometimes they are three. I just never know!

The reflux is better. He isn’t screaming as much and not seeming to be in as much pain with feeds. He spits up- but it is now regular wet burps and the such. He is obviously gaining weight just fine.

When Daddy gets home from work he will change his clothes (nasty hospital germs), and they spend time together. Sometimes Oat is a little fussy, but for the most part- I think he is just sick of ME! The boys walk out side and talk about their days. Oat likes to be carried facing out, and he is always lifting his head back to look at his daddy. Oat’s hand almost always is on Daddy’s face somewhere. It is so very sweet.
Daddy has been getting the first real consistent smiles also. Little bugger saves them up for his Daddy! Gives me pouts all day long, but gives Daddy the smiles. LOL

He lets us know when he is sleepy- this is a pretty easy kid to read. He gives half hearted ‘wah’s and has seriously sleepy eyes. Bedtime must happen soon. LOL

At night time he gets a bath or a good wipe down (non bath nights), a clean fluffy butt (double stuffed cloth diaper- seriously those things are AWESOME. Zero leaks ever), a good swaddle and then we have bedtime stories. I hold him and Daddy reads the story. We are so blessed to have so many people gift us books!! I also read to him during the day, and part of the story is telling him who gave him the book. We (uh, I) talk about family and friendship and silly stories of that person. I love it. I am remembering stuff about my friends and family I thought I had forgot. I love a good oral history.
Any how- at night Oat will calm down and listens to his father. He studies his Daddy’s face in a way he never does with me. It is wonderful, and I love this family time. I hope Oat learns to love books, and I hope as he gets older we move on to ‘real’ books and read them as a family. (Harry Potter, Wrinkle in Time, etc.)
By this time he is either drowsy or hungry…depending on when he last ate. I try to make sure he has eaten before the story, before he is super sleepy. I don’t like nursing him to sleep- I can see that being a bad habit for bedtime!

If he is drowsy, we just make sure he is snug in his swaddle and put him in his crib! Violia! 8 times out of 10 he will just look around wiggle some and then go to sleep after 5-6 minutes. The other two times he cries and wants his binky back in, or needs to have one more burp beat out of him. I am thrilled with how easy he is going down at bedtime. (PLEASE GOD DON”T LET ME HAVE CURSED MYSELF!)

His long sleep is after he is first put down for the night. It is going longer and longer, with his longest stretch being 7.5 hours after our day at the beach. Mostly it varies b/c 4-5 hours. Then he will get up again in three hours….then wants to eat every three or so hours during the day.

We wake up and do it all over again. 🙂


  • getting in the car seat. He hates this. With all our driving his threshold is about 3.5 hours in the car. Then the screaming starts. sigh.
  • medicine. I have to put his zantac and mylicon and bottle feed that in about 10-15 mL of milk. He slurps it down and has minty fresh breath (for some insane reason the zantac is peppermint flavored)
  • getting woke up early.
  • not getting put in bed when he is sleepy
  • tummy time. OMG THE SCREAMING.
  • getting his nose suctioned with the Nose Freida.
  • Mommy picking a booger out.


  • bedtime stories
  • walking with daddy around the pool in the afternoons/evenings
  • laying on his changing table and staring at the toy hanging above
  • a fresh clean diaper! (WHO WOULDN’T!)
  • bath time!!!!
  • putting his face into our necks when he is sleepy, or putting his cheek on my mouth. So stinking cute.
  • any toy that makes a rattle noise. Brilliant! I always thought rattles were dumb and a gimmick.

Yesterday he gave me a REALLLLLLLLY huge smile after he woke up from his nap. It was big and gummy and melted my heart. 🙂

We are lucky that family was able to come down, and us going up to see my family. Soon we are heading to KY to see Kingman’s extended family and for Oat to meet his Papaw  for the first time! I am sending lots of pictures and videos, so he isn’t a stranger to them!!!


I am very excited, but nervous about the travel. The nurse/mother in me sees flu/RSV/pertussis everywhere. All the cold weather illness have started here and it sucks. I feel better knowing I am breast feeding him, and he has my immunities…but. At least I am taking him out in public more- but I still get royally pissed when some random person touches his hands. PEOPLE! GERMS! I was changing him in the bathroom stall at a restaurant sunday, and I came out of the stall the same time a lady came out of her stall right across the way. I KNOW that stall doesn’t have a sink. She proceeded to say “Oh, what I cute little baby, I didn’t know there was a baby in here! He is so good- and so TIIIIINNNY”…and then proceeded to try and TOUCH Oat’s hands. After she peed….and wiped herself. Gross.

I pivoted away and said “Oh, let me let you get to the sink- sorry I was blocking you”. I wasn’t, but I didn’t know what else to do. I sure as heck wasn’t going to let her touch my baby with her pee pee hands. The other girls waiting for bathroom stalls widened their eyes, and the woman just said “oh, um…thank you”. I promptly left. She was wearing a Ravens jersey. What can I expect?  (JUST KIDDING MY RAVENS FANS! LOL)

Check out my PWP post with pictures that will be coming up in a few minutes…as soon as I upload them…LOL.



Over on the Twitters I tweeted with the hashtag #twitteraccountability.  I had stuff I needed to get done, and I felt like I needed a boost to get it done. I honestly could still be in my PJs when The Hubs came home at 7pm and he wouldn’t say a word to me. We could run out of clean underwear and he would just go buy more. He is so understanding….after the surgery he started loading up the dishwasher, doing laundry…etc. It was awesome. Now that I am more mobile, he is of the stance “it will get done when she is feeling up to it”.

I think he keeps his trap shut b/c he doesn’t want me to say “WELL YOU DO IT”. HA HA. Smart man, smart man.

So yesterday I needed to do a few things. Get auto loan squared away, work on my mom’s photobook from our trip to England, and fold laundry. Not exactly a ton of stuff, but enough that I knew I could procrastinate and not get it done.

I got the loan squared away, worked on about 25 pages of the photobook…and the laundry is keeping the love seat on the ground still. I do have to say, I DID go to the doctors appointment and pick up stuff from the grocery store.

Boring ass day huh? This is what my life is now, and honestly why I don’t blog that much. I don’t want to prattle on about such mundane shit….but I feel like I need to reach out more. Get my creative juices flowing again…kinda.

I NEED to get back into the swing of blogging. Sigh. I am in a Bumpy Rut.

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Setting: The Royal Living Room.  The Kingman and I are watching a sports show about the NFL lock out/draft/free agents.

The sportscaster just said that so and so with some team got cut from the team and then resigned so that the team could get him and renegotiate his contract.

Me: If you could resign me what would you revise?

Kingman: I would negotiate our contract for reassignment of positions.

Me: What exactly would you reassign?

Kingman: Defense

Me: eh? Would you put me on the Defense or cut me from the Defence?

Kingman: I would pull you from the offensive line and put you on the Defensive line. I need a little less offense attacks from you.

Me: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA *clutching ribs in agony*….you *wheeze* are…HA HA HA HA *ooooowwwie, ow ow ow* AN ASS! HAHAHAHAHA  *gasping for breath and tears rolling down cheeks*


Apparently lately I have been a little…um, bitchy? I can’t say I blame him b/c I have been sick with SOMETHING for about a month now.

My current ailment is that my doctor thinks I have a broken rib on the right side. This is from the ridiculous coughing and vomiting from a few weeks ago. Darn them for not giving me a narcotic based cough syrup. For the record. Tes.s.alon Per.rle.s really doesn’t help when you have a cough like I had. I am PRETTY sure some cough medicines for the short term wouldn’t have hurt Sweet Oat. Now I have 4-6 weeks of healing of a broken rib…plus the fact my innards are going to be pushing up more and more…so who KNOWS if it will heal properly. UGH.

I am supposed to be throwing some stuff at people this weekend, but I really don’t think I am going to. I am trying to decide…..I just dont’ know how much fun it will be sick, hurting, and sober. Somethings are just meant to be done DRUNK.


PS. I have a poll on the left side of the blog….please predict the gender of the baby based on what all I have talked about, and the previous post with my bump picture. 🙂 I KNOW there are more than 11 of you that read my blog!

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I am having a mental block when it comes to blogging. I find things that I think about and muse about, but then I find myself censoring. I find myself thinking things that I think will be met with some eyerolls and groans.

Sometimes I swear I forget I am pregnant. I have not been having very many symptoms at all. I was so sick over Christmas, and the fatigue that I have been having is pretty much just like I got over a bad flu. I don’t feel the overwhelming fatigue, but rather I more feel like I am just really lazy. Then I find myself asleep at 4pm for an hour or so. Then I can’t sleep at night. I pee a bunch……honestly that is all. Well, and most of my jeans are now too small- but really more just in my hips, ass and belly (like apple belly, not baby bump), U tgubj U beed ti ubvest ub aq bekka babd,

uh- that was me typing on the wrong keys. LOL. “I think I need to invest in a bella band” HA HA HA.

Anyhoo- we went up to the ILs for New Years and had a blast. Kingman saw some of his friends from childhood that he hasn’t seen since he went off to Graduate school. Spent a lot of time just vegging out, and that was awesome. 🙂

We actually scored tickets to go to the Steelers Playoff game  next weekend, so we are heading back up for that. I am NOT looking forward to the cold weather. I am going to have to get some good layering going on, and pray that it doesn’t rain. I am going to be taking some cute pictures that weekend, and am going to incorporate them into my pregnancy announcement. 🙂

I have a cousin that has been trying to get pregnant for over a year, and I have been trying to call her for a few weeks to talk to her. I wanted to tell her that I am pregnant before she hears it from someone else, but she isn’t returning my phone calls. It was her Grandmother that passed away last year (my aunt), and the holidays were hard for them. I feel bad if I don’t call, then I call and no one calls me back- so why should i keep calling? These are God faring people, so it is confusing to me. I think my aunt would be sad about how this past holiday season went down- family was the most important thing to her and there were no family holidays. I wasn’t home for any of them (Out of town,and then at home sick and husband working- so I had honest excuses).

Anyhoo- I dont’ want her to find out on facebook b/c we ALL know how that is…but what else am I supposed to do?

Speaking of Facebook- UGH. I don’t give a shit if you think Being called mom was the best thing ever, or your daughter is the most beautiful thing ever, or your dog is your best friend or anything else that ALSO includes the phrase “if you agree please repost” .

I am sick of people tYpINg LiKe ThIs…and speking and spilling lak there eediots. Fo Shiz. Most of these people are in their 40s, and should be old enough TO KNOW BETTTTTTTTER. Why are they KNOWINGLY dumbing themselves up. Or down…heck i dunno- maybe it is contagious.

What else? Oh- Kingmans work is driving me nuts…but what is new.

My EX work fucked up my lab test. When I went in on Christmas Eve they did a flu test. I kept calling and the results where NEVER BACK. The next Wednesday (the 29th) there was STILL no result. I knew something was fucked up b/c I know the courier comes at 430 to take labs over to the main hospital. I KNOW the flu tests are done and resulted by 1030 the next day. They have to be b/c you have 48 hours from the onset of flu symptoms to get the meds started. So when four days later they kept giving me the “ah, it hasn’t  been resulted, let me have so and so call you…we can’t find your chart, etc. etc.” I KNEW it was bullshit. I worked there for three fucking years- I SEE THROUGH YOU. I know when you are lying to me- b/c I know how it works. I know the scripting that is used to talk to patients when something is screwed up. Damage control. Geez. I dont’ care- me of all people. I understand accidents happen- just talk to me. I know we are all human. I am probably THE BEST person to have something go wrong on. I understand. (Remember the Thursday Beta that I didn’t get until monday? Most people would be ballistic…me- I am understanding)

Anyhoo- my ex boss called today and told me that the lab tech  (that was new) used the wrong probe to get the nasal sample to test for the flu. I actually asked him that day- it seemed to big…but he said it was the right stuff. (HA, should have trusted my instincts) Anyhoo- the lab has to have a certain swab for their machines, so they didnt’ run it. I understand that. What I DON”T understand is why I wasn’t called earlier? Why did it take almost TWO WEEKS to call me and tell me? I am irritated-but if it was flu positive I wouldn’t have changed anything but had to then choose whether or not to start Tamiflu. I didn’t want to- I am more of a purist with medications and pregnancy. Especially EARLY pregnancy. On the flip side- viruses are also known to cause genetic mutations in early pregnancy….call me crazy, but I want to know what is going on in my body. When I saw the NP for my inital OB appointment 5 days later she wanted to know the result. Especially since I ran a fever for over 24 hours.

Anyhoo- I didn’t get into with my exBoss b/c I didn’t want to say “I am pregnant and was worried” I have not come out of the pregnancy closet yet, and  I know she would tell people. I was lucky enough to have one of the only people at the clinic I trust working and she triage me. She left my LMP a recent date- huge risk on her part. She then pulled the Dr. that saw me aside and told him the details. He knew I was TTC before I left- actually he knew that was why I was forced out of my job (needed the time for my appointments that they wouldn’t give me).

Anyhoo- he was COMPLETELY understanding about nosey nellies and my desire for people not to know. I just don’t know what HE put on the chart. I completely trust him to not say a word..but he is also a great doctor and I don’t know if he put on his narrative anything about me being 7weeks 5 days pregnant.

I really wonder b/c my boss wanted to know “soooo…how are you doing…….are you doing gooooood?”

I will file a HIPPA complaint if I EVER find out she told a soul. I would literally flip the shit out.

Anyways. That is my drama. My life is boring right now. 🙂

How Cat Shit and A Gnome Changed My Life


Everyone has a story on how they became engaged. Most are at least “AWWWWW” worthy. Few are EWWWWW worthy.  Those that know me well, know that NOTHING is ever normal in my life.  My engagement is one of them. 🙂


Here is the story of how cat shit and a gnome changed my life.

Let me set the stage..December, 2006. Kingman’s two bedroom apartment.


It starts with my cat crapping and pissing all over the extra bedroom…the bedroom Kingman’s parents were to be staying in a few days (they came Christmas night). I spent Friday (the 22nd) moving all the furniture out of the living room and extra  bedroom (by myself and my herculean strength) so that they could come and clean the carpets. I cleaned and deodorized as much as I could. I worked my flipping ass off. So on Saturday morning M. The Kittie (the rebelling cat) decided that the clean carpet was akin to a freshly scrubbed toilet and crapped in the middle of the hallway. So she was rewarded with getting locked in the bathroom while I cleaned and made sure there wasn’t any more.

(Side note- M. The Kittie has feline diabetes and i swear had the cat equivalent  of IBS When she was stressed, she got rumbly in the tumbly)

After a while I had moved onto the next task to get ready for Christmas, Kingman comes into the kitchen and says “She did it again, she shit in the extra bedroom” I am just stunned b/c she is LOCKED IN THE BATHROOM. I couldn’t believe I missed it. As I walked to the extra bedroom, all I could think of was “fucking Houdini shitting cat”. 😉 (DISCLAIMER: I really do love her)

So I walk into the extra bedroom, and I ask Kingman- where did she do it? He said over by the dresser. He was in the other room as he said this b/c he is allergic to cat shit.  I look and I see Doug- my travel gnome on the dresser. I knew I didn’t put him there, so I started to smile b/c I thought Kingman was just trying to make me laugh at the cat crap situation- then I saw he was sitting on a ring box……and the wheels started churning…..then I saw my ring around Doug’s arm- the one that is waving. I had said “ohhh(as is how cute)…(then I saw the ring)….GASP!!!” I was so excited I grabbed it and looked at it. I didn’t think about it, and I went to put it on my finger- Kingman had come in there (since it wasn’t REALLY cat shit he could be present without his airway closing), and said “WAIT, THAT IS MY JOB!!” Hee hee. Then he got down on his knee and proposed 😉  Side note- he didn’t kneel in cat shit…although that would have MADE this story.

It isn’t your fancy dinner and such, but it was perfect. He did very well. We were meeting my best friend Miss Sweetness and her husband that day for lunch, and the night before (friday) he asked me if I was going to see her again before I flew back to Arizona on Tuesday night. (I worked out there at the time). I said no, and he remembered that. He knew I would want to show her my ring, and I never get to see her- her living out on the outer realms of civilization in Atlanta and all……….then I was all bent outta shape with the cat crap and such….Kingman saw a way to lighten the mood ..hee hee hee……..

Funny huh?

So that is why I have my gnome- Doug in the pictures with the ring. 😉

The ring is perfect- I love it.