Check ups, Snow and Major Man Rant

Well.  Jaden had his 4 month baby well check today.  He is 17 pounds on the dot! *it kept bouncing from 16lbs 15oz and 17lbs.*  NOOOO formula!  He is still growing, 26 and 1/4 inches.  He is in the 90th percentile for height and weight.  75 percentile for head size.  Everything looked and sounded good except for one thing.  He has eczema.  Poor little bugger.  Jaden's teeth are coming in.  And we need to try to get him to poop more than once every 5 days.

'Cause even though he's passing gas and when he does go it's a lot.  He's constipated.   He doesn't have to strain to go or anything...but he's constipated.   Sure, Doc.  You've seen my son poop SO MANY TIMES that you can tell me he's having a hard time going.  'Kay.  I'll remember that.

Onto the snow! 

Snow blows.  I've always hated the wet, cold white stuff.  I rather see a thunderstorm.  Just take the snow.  And take the crazy drivers who think they can pass a snow plow.  The things I see from my window. 

I really need to live in a warmer climate, like...Texas.  Oh... wait.


Now.  Pet peeve of the day!

I love Greg.  And I love my little Jaden.  However.  I would also like some time alone.  Away from my men.  Away from the crying and the begging (from the big one).  Away from the diaper changes.  Away from me telling Greg what Jaden wants or me stepping in to save one or the other one.  Since Jaden has been born, I have spent 4 hours away from him.  And that was in the hospital.  Since then, he's been my shadow. 

Yes, I know.  I breastfeed.  And he doesn't take bottles so I have to be *relatively* close to him at times.   But Lord.  I want to be able to go to my OB GYN without an audience.  But noooooo.  Jaden has to come with me.  And Greg too.  Why?  Because if they don't go...I might leave!  Are you shitting me?  What am I going to do...run off with the doctor?  Ummmm HELLO.  I think I can go to an appointment alone.  Someone needs a lesson in trust.

I'm not wearing this ring around my finger because it's pretty.  (Although..it is GORGEOUS.)  I'm wearing it because I want to spend the rest of my life with that dumb dumb. 

:D

Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee

MORE snow? Bleh.

That's right: MORE snow.  Don't you just love living in Pa?  Well, I don't think snow is that bad but I do not like it that much.  I would much rather see it fall and then melt and just be gone after that.  Since we've gotten that 24 inches, a little bit has melted.  And now about 12 more inches (give or take) will be falling soon.


Maybe this time I'll be allowed to make snow angels?


Who cares if I want to do it in the middle of the street. 


It's gonna be locked down because of the snow emergency.


Jus' saying.


I'm pregnant...not fragile.






And ahhh this weekend.  Valentine's day is on Sunday.  Not only that, but it will be a year for Greg and I.  Instead of doing something for him on Sunday, I'm gonna do it on Saturday.  Now, I am not a material girl.  I just want a nice quiet night together.  Cause let's face it...next year at this time...it's not going to be so quiet around here.  So I'm taking a recipe from one of my friends- Jenn- and tweeking it a little.  The other day she made a version of Rachel Ray's "Mexican Lasagna".  Welp, it looks that good that I'm gonna make it too.  She made her's with chicken (original called for ground chicken) and I'm gonna make mine with good ol' ground beef.  Add some enchalida sauce...and tortilias...AND cheese?  Oh baby, I am there.  Not only am I gonna make that...but I'm also going to make his favorite desert:  pumpkin pie.  I made one for Thanksgiving...and oh.my.God. he LOVED it. 


So, of course I should spoil my man a little, right?

I'm also making him a CD.  Some songs that remind me of him.  Corny I know...but meh.  I love the guy....and I don't tell him enough. He's been saying for weeks now that he wants to take me out to dinner or he wants to get me this or wants to do that.  Eh.  I want him to take me out to breakfast on V-day.  I want pancakes...and and omlette...and bacon...and jelly toast...and homefries.


Whoa...pregnant girl.  You're not really eating for two now.


Ptfffb...I've been eating for 2 for 23 years why stop now?


Well until later (I've made myself hungry, yet again)
~MommyToBee

Too much snow.

Lots of snow fell this weekend on the Mid-Atlantic region.  Here in York we got 24 inches of the white stuff and there is already a winter storm warning for Tuesday and Wednesday.  They're calling for 6 inches.  But I'm expecting for more.  It stinks.  I thought we were going to start warming up.  :(  Nevermind I guess.

Now here I sit with my laptop and a stack of coupons and grocery ads and wondering when I started to get old.  I've been saving and saving for this baby (which is good) but I'm starting to feel a little...selfish?  I haven't had a haircut since April.  None of my clothes fit anymore.  And all the food I buy is on sale.  Now, I know I need to save money, but I want a little something for myself.  I feel silly for saying it, but it's true.  I know Greg tries to spoil me as much as he can but he knows about the lack of money too.  And he really has no clue that I feel like this.

Does this mean I'm going to be a terrible mom?  I hope not.  That's kind of what's been bumming me out lately.  That and I'm not allowed to play in the snow.

Until next time
~MommyToBee

Snow, snow go away.

For those of us who live on the east coast we are supposed to get a doozy of a snowstorm this weekend. Some places, up to two feet. Thank God I don't have to go anywhere, and that all I have to do is just lay in bed and be all coozy.




And yay for no shoveling.






I really do no like the snow. I prefer thunderstorms.




Wow, as you can see I am kind of rambling. The past few days baby boo (and other things) have come to the conclusion that I shouldn't sleep. I feel like I'm a walking zombie, and I'm pretty sure that I look like it too. I can't nap...and I can't sleep at night. It seems that whenever I finally get comfortable, I either have to pee or I realize that I'm laying a little too much on my belly. It makes me for a very sleepy girl during the day and at night I'm usually so exhausted I can barely keep up with a conversation with Greg. Hopefully the calmness and peacefulness of the snow will somehow make me sleep a little better tonight.






Symptoms are the same as they have been. Except for one really awesome symptom. For the past few years I've had some problems with my TMJ. Mainly, I get a really bad pain in my lower right jaw that prevents me from opening my mouth more than 2 inches. Since in pregnancy your ligaments and tendons become looser, my jaw doesn't hurt nearly as much. Yes, if there is something that is too tough (like steak) or chewy (like anything that's chewy) my jaw will get tired. However, in general, it's been doing good.




Cravings are driving me crazy. And they can be so random. Like for Chicago style deep dish pizza, with any meat, and broccoli. And grapes. And chicken enchiladas. And chocolate chip cookies with walnuts. And gravy train. (No, it's not the dog food. It's a family recipe.)




Great, now I made myself hungry.










Well until later
~MommyToBee