I love my husband so much.
He actually GAVE me permission to set aside money to buy MORE Goodmamas! OMGOMGOMG. I thought he was going to kill me when I said I spent $33 on a diaper. I showed him how resizeable they are and my GOD it is soft.
In all seriousness, one-size adjustable diapers is the way to go. It might be more upfront, but with moving to China and the inability to buy this stuff there... Well, we need stuff that will last longer than a few months.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
I love my husband so much.
Posted by rocket.queen. at 8:29 AM
Sunday, February 24, 2008
I took that plunge. I bought a $33 diaper. Let me justify it now by explaining it is the BEST, most absorbant cloth diaper out there AND it is one size adjustable to fit from 8ish pounds all the way to 35 lbs. And, if I don't love it, I can get my money back PLUS some because the demand for these is soooo much higher than the supply.
Plus, it's freaking gorgeous.
Quinlon's coming home outfit is purple... well, it will be.
I'm making longies (pants) from this yarn
So that diaper will match gorgeously and, well, only the best for my little boy.
Holy crap it's pouring outside. Stupid Florida weather ruining my Saturday!!
Posted by rocket.queen. at 12:18 AM
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
I am so freaking grateful that I still sleep like a rock at night.
There is no way I would be able to retain my sanity if I wasn't sleeping.
Posted by rocket.queen. at 7:51 PM
Sunday, February 17, 2008
just slowing down and starting to hurt more.
Things with Mother-in-Law seem to have settled down. Once we put it in terms of needing to rest and not having a hospital policy/nurse to shoo everyone out once visiting hours were over, it seemed to click that we weren't trying to keep her grandbaby from her, only looking out for ourselves.
I'm sure once my 24 hours have passed, I'll be begging for an extra set of hands.
We had an ultrasound on Friday to confirm the position of our stubborn little boy. The good news is he is head down, and still a quite proud boy, the bad news is he is not so little and he is partially posterior. The u/s estimated he is somewhere around 6lb 3oz... not so bad except for I was 34w3d at the time. I'm still hoping that he falls into the "give or take 1-2 lbs" category because at this rate he's going to be a 9 lber. And, instead of facing my back like he should be, he is facing my side with his back along the right side of my uterus. My midwife is pretty sure he will turn (knowing my luck, at the last minute).
I was so sad we didn't get any pictures, but the u/s tech seemed a bit standoffish and when I mentioned pictures, she kinda rolled her eyes. Whatever, bitch.
She did give us a good look at his face. WOW, he has grown so much! He has these huge chubby cheeks (like me) and Donnie's nice straight nose (yay!) We could definitely see a little of each of us in his cute face. It all just makes me even more impatient to hold my precious boy.
So now I am going to hobble back to bed... I overdid it yesterday with the uber, ultra cleaning I did. Still not done, but the house is definitely a million times closer to being baby ready.
I've got my first birthing class this afternoon! I'm kinda excited.
Enough rambling.... I need cuddles.
Posted by rocket.queen. at 9:09 PM
Sunday, February 10, 2008
I knew this was coming but I had no idea it was going to be so messy.
From day 1 we've had the stance that we want just 24 hours ALONE with our son to bond as a family. We are in no way trying to keep him from people, but personally, I just feel this 24 hours is so important to all of us.
I hate having people in my house when I don't feel well and I'm pretty sure I will feel like SHIT the day after I give birth to my first child.
Well, mother in law is on the warpath, accusing us of trying to "hide and keep" Quinn from her. In her eyes, it should be like when she gave birth to her sons: family there from the minute everything started. Sorry, but I am a private person and NO ONE will be privy to my stretch marks and the condition of my crotch just so that they can feel included. I don't expect her to be particularly happy about our decision, but she is trying to guilt me into allowing her to just show up when she wants.
NONONONO. This is MY birth and I will not be bullied.
She gets to be the first visitor AFTER we've had our 24 hours of privacy... It's not like we'll be in a hospital where the nurses will chase everyone away to let me rest, so I've got to put ground rules into effect so that we don't get overwhelmed and over-visited right out of the starting gate.
And if she thinks that her stay is going to be a long one, we'll have another fight, I'm sure.
She promised to quit smoking when we got pregnant. Here I am 6 weeks from my due date and she claims to have cut back, but she still reeks of cigarettes. We've told her she will not be holding Quinlon if she stinks of smoke... I am not sure she really believes we will actually follow through on that threat... she's not going to be happy if she tests us on that one.
I'm really upset by this whole load of crap, but Donnie is a complete hero and is taking care of it all. I refuse to even discuss these issues with her because I have nothing to discuss... It is the way it is going to be, the end. Let her fight with Donnie, because I really can't "play nice" at this point. I am too tired, out-of-breath, cranky, and hormonal to bother with manners anymore.
Posted by rocket.queen. at 6:51 AM
Saturday, February 2, 2008
I just realized that as of today, I can officially say my baby might be here next month.
I'm not sure how I feel... panic seems to fit.
Posted by rocket.queen. at 9:15 AM
1) Link to the person that tagged you.
2) Post the rules on your blog.
3) Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
4) Tag at least 3 people at the end of your post and link to their blogs.
5) Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
The guilty PARTY . This should be fun, though
1. I have this compulsion with having to open/put on everything in buy in the car. I can't even wait until I get home. Donnie thinks it's hysterical... *shrug*
2. I despise the smell of popcorn cooking. I eat popcorn occassionally, but it's not one of my favorite foods, by far. But the SMELL is enough to send me running from the room gagging. I have to breathe through my mouth only near movie theatre concession stands, but it's really the microwave kind that sets me off most.
3. I have a crush on Anthony Bourdain from the travel channel. Donnie is fine with it, because, I think he has a crush on him too.
4. I was the only person in my school to score perfect on the verbal part of the SAT. I guess that sorta explains my grammar Nazi-ism.
5. I'm a terrible housekeeper. I think it goes hand in hand with my ADHD, but I can't ever seem to stay organized and my house is always in some stage of chaos.
6. I'm ambidextrous.
Ready, Set, Go! Stef and Nicole
Posted by rocket.queen. at 7:00 AM