ENOUGH ALREADY!

OH MY GOD. I must have seriously done something to piss of the karmic forces out there because we just had about the worst weekend ever. And I thought that missing our anniversary and taking Kate to the doctor was bad. That was NOTHING. Our weekend of joy really got going on Saturday afternoon. Ryan was still stuck out on the fire, and Kate and I had been stuck inside too long. So we decided to take a little voyage out and about. We'd been in the car about 10 minutes when Kate threw up everywhere. It's just one of those times when you wish you could just rewind time. I have no such power, unfortunately. We got it cleaned up and headed home. I thought it must be just some fluke thing because she seemed fine. She actually was pretty much fine the rest of the evening, but I started to feel sick around 5 o'clock. I thought it was just because I'd been around it all so I was just imagining it. If only. No, not long after Kate went to bed, I got sick and proceeded to be sick all night. Poor Ryan finally got home around 9 pm, only to find me a total mess. I literally slept not one minute the entire night. But I did read a whole book, if that counts for anything. On top of the vomiting, which is really enough as far as I'm concerned, I started having contractions. I have false ones all the time, but these wouldn't go away. Ryan had to leave for work about 5 a.m. and I told him I was waiting until 6 and then calling my mom, and maybe the doctor if the contractions didn't go away. I called my mom at 6 only to find her wide awake because SHE WAS SICK TOO. Could it get any better?? I did call the doctor, and he said to go to the hospital to be checked out. So my mom and Bill, bless them, came over and my mom stayed with Kate (who, incidentally, woke up and threw up all over) while Bill took me in. I got to the hospital and they got me all hooked up to check on the baby and started IVs because I was dehydrated. I was still having contractions and I was 2 cm dilated. They gave me some medicine to help stop the contractions to see if I was actually in labor or if they were just brought on by dehydration. The doctor said that if I dilated anymore, I'd have to have the baby. What a great day to have baby, right?? Ryan got there, which made me feel better and we waited...and waited...while I was pumped full of "expensive Gatorade" (as the nurse put it). After a few hours, they checked again and I hadn't dilated anymore. FINALLY, something went our way. We got to go home and now, fingers crossed, we're on the mend. Isn't that just such a lovely story?? I hope to have more cheery posts soon. I hope you all had a MUCH better weekend!!!

Ugh.

Our anniversary got hijacked by wildfires out at Warm Springs. Poor Ryan is stuck out there all day and all night, so we didn't even see eachother on our anniversary. And as if that wasn't a big enough bummer, Kate woke up and was clearly not feeling well. We've both caught a summer cold, which must be some bad strain or something because we've had it nearly all week. Whenever Kate's had the sniffles in the past, they're gone in a day or so and she barely slows down. Today she woke up and was completely lethargic and quiet. She NEVER sits still and today she would barely move. She was also tugging at her ears, so I thought this might be her first ear infection. So, I took her to the doctor. Turns out that she just has a cold and, luckily, no ear infection and her lungs sound fine. On the plus side, this was the first time she's ever had to visit the doctor with an illness so I guess that means she's pretty healthy all-around. But it was not the way Ryan or I had planned to spend our 5th anniversary! Kate must have been listening to me because she looked at me today and said, "Poor Daddy. He's stuck working on the fire." We're hoping he can at least come home and get some rest some time this weekend, and we'll celebrate 5+ years next weekend!

Happy Anniversary to us!

It's hard to believe 5 years have passed since our wedding day. We've done a lot in that time (having almost two kids high on the list!) but it still seems like we were just saying our vows yesterday. In that time, Ryan has gone from being an amazing friend to an even more amazing husband to the very best dad around. I honestly am the luckiest girl. Kate and I are the ones he comes home to every day and, for that, we are truly fortunate. Here's to many, many years as a family. I love you!!

We leave....

...and this happens: http://www.peninsuladailynews.com/article/20100818/news/308189992/deputies-arrest-man-in-banana-costume-with-shotgun Seriously awesome. I mean, why don't more people consider wearing costumes while committing felonies? This guy may have nothing else going for him (and, really, if he's made it to the banana-costume-crime-spree stage of life, his chances aren't good) but he will surely always and forver be known as "banana man." This probably impresses in some circles. At any rate, it's one to tell the grandkids. Although, might be best if he refrains from procreating. I'm not sure we want that gene pool continuing. Score one for creativity AND stupidity. In other, and more exciting news, GOOD LUCK tonight to cousin Cindy who is being induced! We can't wait to hear about Caitlin's little brother!!

It's in the details

One detail I consider pretty important in life right now is the date of my planned c-section. This is not news to anyone who knows me or reads this blog as I JUST mentioned not wanting to go into labor. What date do we have marked on our calendars as the big day? September 13th. Right?? Now, I'm not just sending out a blatant reminder about the impending arrival of Singleton Baby #3. No, I mention this because at my doctor's appointment today I was told that I HAVE THE WRONG DATE. Oh yes, they DID schedule me on the 13th and tell me to arrive at 5:30 that morning but the hospital had a scheduling conflict and can't do it that day. Apparently, they were supposed to have notified me of this but I do think I'd remember the switching of my baby's birth date. Luckily, I happened to say to my doctor "so, do you think I'll make it until the 13th?" and, luckily again, he happened to know my chart well enough to know this sounded wrong. I mean, can't you just picture Ryan and I showing up on the 13th only to be told to come back the next day?? NOT something a pregnant lady wants to hear!!! So, now I have to make it until the 14th, WHICH I WILL. Bonus, though, at least the baby won't ever have a Friday the 13th birthday. Looking on the bright side.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDMA CONNIE!

On a more positive note, we hope you have a great, great birthday Grandma Connie! We love you!

Bath: nemesis no more?

There are many things that dumbfound parents, I'm sure, but we recently ran up against one that was hard to conquer. Kate started refusing (and by this I mean full-blown screaming, crying, ABSOLUTELY refusing) to take baths. It started more than a month ago when she had an accident in the bath. And I don't mean the falling down kind of accident. Even though I made it out to be no big deal, told her it happens to everyone, showed her the clean bathtub, etc., etc., she completely freaked out the next time I tried to get her in the bath. If she was just being obstinate and silly about it I would have just kept her in there, but she was visibly scared by it and would just scream, "I want to get out!" I tried everything I could think of to remedy the situation. I tried getting in, but she wanted me out just as much. We went to the store and bought new bubbles, a colorful loofah and some new toys (a truck even!). I bought bath crayons, which she liked but only if she could stand outside the tub while she used them. So, up until last week, I've been "bathing" her wherever I can. Sometimes just outside the tub, which I don't recommend because it really is annoyingly messy. Sometimes in the shower at the athletic club before we went swimming. And a lot of the time, she got a "bath" in her wading pool in the front yard. I felt really bad for her, but the problem wore on me because I kept wondering what in the world we could do to fix it, when it would pass and what we would do when the weather got colder. FINALLY, late last week I decided I had to draw the line. I kept telling her all kids have to take baths and there is nothing to be scared about. We spent one afternoon painting and I kept telling her she was going to take a nice bubble bath after since she was covered in paint. I marched her up there and got in myself. At first she wanted out, but I just told her I'd probably stay in there for a looooong time because it was so much fun. After a few minutes, she wanted in and, since then, she's had no issues. Except for now she wants me to come in every time. And I'm not really a bath person. But, oh well, it's one of the small sacrifices we make for kids (and clean hair). :)