He Has What?!?!

Ok, so I have had 2 babies, at two different hospitals and both were NICU babies. Both NICU's had STRICT privacy policies. For example, when the doctors were making their rounds, no parents could be in the NICU. And if your baby was finally going to town on breastfeeding, after 3 days of trying to get her to latch on, well too bad, you still had to leave the NICU. All this is to prevent people from hearing other peoples information. OK. Makes sense.

But then can someone please explain this nonsense?

I recently had a friend in the hospital. And he had a roommate. A roommate. Really? My friend and his girlfriend knew when the roommate pee'd, poo'd, ate, had his last dose of antibiotics and if the nasty rash was looking better. Gross.

I will never understand some things in life.

Well Well Well

Look who it is!! Who would have thought, that adding one more little nugget to the family would throw my whole life/routine upside down?!?! I tell you what, this little girl has come into our family like a tornado.

She has had colic, now has food allergies and is currently overcoming RSV or something like it. Of course we wouldn't trade her sassy self for anything, I am just giving all of you an amazing excuse for my absence.

Some days, you're lucky I shower, let alone blog.

Right now, she still wakes up at least once a night and since she has RSV, I have to wake up every 2 hours (don't rub your eyes, you read that right) to give her breathing treatments.

Needless to say, we have stocked up on Captain Morgan. That reminds me, I need a refill.

Dylan McKay

Eat your heart out ladies!! I met Dylan. And I loved every minute of it.

Friendly Feel Up

So we are off to Chicago for the holiday. I can't wait to go through security. I have no problem going through the scanner because it's been 3 months since I have had Izzy and I look amazing!!

Just kidding.

Ok in all honesty, I am a little nervous about the complementary ass grab. I guess I am mostly nervous about them discovering that I am wearing Spanx. Once they discover that, there goes my, "I just naturally look this good 3 months postpartum," act. Crap.

But I do know people are worried and feel violated, but what other security measures are left to take? And honestly, if they don't do these "friendly feel ups" and some bad mamajama makes it on the plane, you just know the public will say TSA didn't do enough. These poor people molesters are damned if they do and damned if they don't. I kind of feel sorry for them. Can you imagine having their job? What if that greasy guy, 4 people back, who smells like B.O. and his hair looks like gremlins are living it, is the next RANDOM person to step on up and get the TSA Friendly Feel Up? I am pretty sure that would be enough to make me walk off the job. So just when you think you have it bad, remember that. Gross.

Not A TwiHeart.

Listen here, I am not a Twilight fan. I have never seen the movies or read the books. We picked little girl's name simply because we love the name Isabella. That name was popular way before all this silly vampire love. I am so tired of people telling me I must be a Twilight fan because of her name. You've read it here, I am not. Also, we decided instead of calling her Bella, we are going with Izzy. Why? Because look at her, she looks like an Izzy. And because everyone with the name Isabella, goes by Bella. We are trying to be a little different. Just a little. Thanks.

Here is sweet Izzy girl in her cute little Juicy outfit. :)

Happy Birthday Hubster

Today is the old man's birthday. Last week we threw him a surprise party.

He was VERY surprised to say the least.

Yes, those are palm trees on his shirt. He's old, we've been over this. :)

Seriously though, I love the man like crazy. He is the best husband a girl could ask for and the greatest daddy to our kids.

Did I tell you all that he cleaned the WHOLE house while I was in the hospital having the little girl? He even shampooed the carpets and wiped down the baseboards. He's amazing, I am telling you. Of course, I'd love him even if he didn't do that, it just makes it 10 times better that he does things like that for me.

I got a good one ladies!

Happy Birthday Babe!

Liquid Gold

This stuff is nuts! When you pay for this stuff, you feel like you've been robbed and violated. It's $196 for a case of six 14oz cans. 14 ounce cans people!!! That's robbery for sure.

Since we've brought the little girl home she has had the thickest/foamiest (is that a word?) saliva. It's so thick she chokes on it at least 156 times a day. It's awful. Plus she cries. A lot. A whole lot. It's amazing. So finally today was her check up and I was 2 seconds into my "poor me my baby cries too much" speech when my doctor brought in two cans of this stuff. Then he said, so where does little girl get her food allergies from? Ok, I know I have had allergies, but I don't break out or get sick or anything so I have always ignored them. Well I guess my wheat/gluten allergy refuses to be ignored because now it's causing little girl to hate her life. So my doctor gave me two choices.

Choice 1 = Change my diet DRASTICALLY and wipe out wheat, gluten and dairy

or

Choice 2 = Eat Top Romen for the next 11 months so we can afford to spend $600 a month on the queen's formula.

Guess which on the Hubster wants? You guessed it, he said to lay off the bread crumbs. Not only will it stop little girl from crying all day but it will also make me look like that Britney Spears photo a few posts down.

So for the next 4 days I am to start my new diet and pump and dump all my milk. Sick right? My first pumping session, I dumped 9oz of breast milk. That's ONE feeding. I am pumping every 3 hours, can you imagine how much milk is going to waste? Not to mention all the supply I have in the freezer that now has to be thrown out. Ugghh I should have known. My first baby was sweet and perfect. He never cried, slept through the night at 6 weeks and was just an angel baby. And then there is little girl. Who of course is just as sweet as can be, she is just so high maintenance. And sassy. And cranky. And needy. And addicted to her mommy. I could go on and on and on. But since we love her to pieces we decided we wouldn't hold this against her.

Wish me luck on this new diet/lifestyle change. Have I mentioned how much I love carbs covered in cheese? Like I said, wish me luck.

I'm Back and I'm Crabby

A good crabby though. I have a new sweet little girl to love on, plus little boy is still cracking me up (and driving me insane) every day! I have been MIA lately trying to get into a routine. I just FINALLY uploaded the pictures from her birth. So Enjoy. And don't judge, I was not a huge swollen hippo before the surgery, but apparently all the fluids and meds they gave me during the c-section made me look like I swallowed the whole pacific ocean.

Little Boy and I right after the surgery. This was BEFORE I got super sick.

Hubster and I once I was in my post partum room. I was feeling good again, but shortly after this photo, I was sick again. It made for an amazing day......

My sweet baby on CPAP. She didn't make a peep at birth. Pretty much the worst feeling ever. Don't worry though, she cries enough now to make up for it.

She was finally off of oxgen and the IV so we got to dress her. She was still in the NICU since her heart rate wasn't stable.

Ta Da!! It's go time folks, Little Girl broke free and came home.

Stay tuned, more pictures to come, including Little Boy's first time meeting Little Girl.

Introducing.......

Isabella Suzanne!!

She was born on August 25, 2010 at 8:12am. Weighing in at 7lbs 2oz. She had a rough start but now she is home and is as sweet as ever.

More pictures to come.........

D Day

Tomorrow is the big day. 7:30am to be exact. I will no longer be pregnant and I will have a cute little nugget to love on.

Also, my body will be back to this.....

No I am kidding. It will take at least 2 weeks to look like that again. Ok I am kidding again. Whatever.

Wrong On Every Level

Is it just me, or are these maternity photos creeeeeepy?!?!

Hockey Mom?!?! p.s. your bra isn't hiding much.

Naked ones just scare me. Big time. Who spoons standing up anyway?


I have no words for this one. Really? A tire? What, did she go into the tire shop for a repair and end up taking this gem of a man home? Lucky girl.

Pregnant For Life

Remember the movie, "The Sandlot?' Remember the kid on there that says, "Forever" in a weird crazy voice? That's how I feel. Like I am going to be pregnant forever. I am 36 weeks right now. I am sick. I have issues. My body hates being pregnant and the funny thing is, so do I. I had an amniocentesis done to see if Little Girls lungs are developed and of course, they aren't. So what does that mean? 6 more weeks of winter of course. The doctors want to deliver her just as bad as I want her to be delivered. But if Little Girl isn't ready, we must not rush her. And so we wait. Some more.

The Only Stupid Question Is The One Not Asked...

Unless you're asking a pregnant woman something. Then there is a 99% chance that it's a stupid question. Seriously. People ask pregnant women STUPID questions. And since I am on bed rest and bored, I feel like ranting about this.

1. Aren't you hot in this weather?

No, I actually love being 45lbs over weight in 113 degree weather, it's refreshing.

2. Does it suck to be so swollen?

Again, no. I love misspelling every word in a text because my fingers are too fat to hit the right keys .

3. Are you so ready to have that baby?

Not at all. I feel like I could go another 9 months.

4. Do you crave and eat cookies all the time?

Ok I really do, but that's besides the point. Who asks this to someone? And who cares if I do!! Are you worried about there being a cookie shortage?

5. Aren't you so excited you're finally having a girl?

Finally? I am on baby #2, not 12. I have one boy, not 17.

6. When are you due? You look like you're about to pop right now!

4 weeks and so do you.

7. Should we stick a fork in you and see if you're done?

Should we hold a mirror to your face to see if it breaks?

Ahhhh since this is my last pregnancy, I really will miss hearing these amazing questions. But because this is my second pregnancy, I am learning to laugh when people ask me these things. I even give them sarcastic answers. Most people laugh back at me and realize the stupidity of their question, but some look shocked that I am laughing at them. How come the minute you're pregnant, your privacy goes out the door? Or strangers want to get all mushy and tell you how amazing child birth is and how awesome it is to have a little girl. Puke. Most people that know me, know I hate talking to strangers or random people and know that I really hate when people want to be all mushy with me about having a baby.

**Ok, so after proof reading this, maybe it is a good thing that I am stuck in my house, away from the public. Clearly it's not safe for me to be out with the general population.**

Bed Rest Day 1, Hour 3

It's been ordered. And not just a light order of, "lay down when you can," the exact words were, STRICT BED REST. I laughed. I seriously laughed at the nurse and said, "now that's a little dramatic don't you think?" Apparently she didn't think so. To make it even better, not only is this day 1 of bed rest, but I am also confined to my house. Every time I have to pee, I have to go in a bowl and dump it in a jug for the next 24 hours. They said to make sure that EVERY drop I have within the next 24 hours, goes in this jug. And since it didn't come with a cute carrying case, I am assuming they want to me stay home and do it in my own bathroom.

So now, I am in bed and I am bored out of my mind!! Obviously since I have little boy and he can't even wipe his own butt yet, I don't plan on staying in bed all day every day, it just sucks for today since I can't really leave the house.

And I need a manicure.

8 Months

Man O Man I can't wait to be done!! I know I hardly blog anymore but my fingers are so swollen that it takes an hour just to type. These little sausages never hit the right keys, jerks.
As I am typing this, I am 34 weeks, what's that, 8.5 months? I would give anything to be 37 weeks. As soon as I hit the big 37, I plan on pulling out all the labor inducing tricks. So if you have any amazing ideas on how to get the contractions going or my water to break, I'd love to hear them. :)

Little Boy, Party Of 1, You're Toilet Is Ready

Oh yes, we are potty training. Today was our 2nd full day. It's going amazing. Ok I am lying. The pee part is going amazing. He took right to it and loves to go and have me do the "Little Boy Is Awesome" dance after he goes. Today he even started to recognize when he had to go and he would come tell me. I can say, we have not had a single pee accident. Score right?

WRONG!!!

We have had 3 poop accidents. Seriously. It's annoying. Why can you come to me and say you have to pee, but when you have to poop, you run behind the couch, do your business, then come tell me, "oh yeah mommy by the way, I pooped." Thanks buddy.

How the heck can I get him to go on the toilet? I know it's not going to happen over night and that the poop part takes forever, but MAN!! He mastered the pee with no problem. So now I am determined to get him to master the poop part.

(Do you think I can set a record for how many times I say poop in this post?)

Seriously though, I just want him to get it down. I am not doing diapers anymore so I am hoping he just gets sick of going in his underwear. Fingers Crossed.

Goodies For Little Girl

So I am loving that Little Girl's nursery is almost done. But now I am getting so anxious because I am ready to put her in there.

This is her bedding that we picked out. I also got the matching curtains to go with it, I couldn't resist. Here is one of her diaper bags. Yes, I said one of. Most women have a purse problem, I have a diaper bag problem. With Little Boy, I think we had 4 diaper bags. And I say we because the Hubster had to have a manly one for him. Cute isn't he?

These are the letters I ordered to go over her crib. I didn't do dream though, I did Isabella, duh. But I loved the plain, lowercase look. Her bedding and curtains are so busy so I wanted the letters to be calm.

Also, I can't stop shopping here for Little Girl. There is the cutest stuff in this store and I am addicted!!

Well once I get the Hubster to put up her letters and get her shelves done, I will post pictures of the room all put together!!

7.5 Months

The camera adds 10 lbs right?

She's All Mine Baybee

This ladies and gentlemen, is my new pride and joy. I love her. I love everything about her. And this next week, I will be debuting her at Disneyland. Isn't she amazing? Go ahead, drool.

This is her as a single stroller, which is what it will be used as until I give birth to Little Girl.

And this is what it will look like once little girl is here. She will be riding in style of course.

These 4 options are the options I will be using the most. The double will usually only come into play when we are on vacations.
I love her. Did I already say that? Well I do. It rides like a Cadillac and that makes me happy AND The Hubster happy.

Crap. Did you ever think there would come a day when you would be going nuts over a stroller? I sure didn't. But here I am, going nuts over a stroller. It's sick.

Dear You,

You know who you are. I know my due date. I have known it since I found out I was pregnant. Most women know their due dates. So why, why why why do you still insist on telling me how I am going to be pregnant all summer during the heat? Do you think that I didn't think of that? Do you think that you're the first person to tell me that? Like holy crap, thanks for telling me because I had no clue!! Seriously, shut up. I know that's rude and that my mom hates when I say shut up, but shut up. Since there is nothing I can do about it and there is definitely nothing you can do about it, shut up. I prefer to be pregnant in the summer. I love that I can sit in the pool and feel amazing. So next time you decide to open your big annoying mouth, don't. Thanks.