Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Welcome baby Dax

Well, after coming back in on Friday with some good news about my protein levels and blood pressure, I was relieved. Relieved that everything was looking good with momma and baby and Dave was able to go on his golf trip. Able to go on his golf trip until early Monday morning, that is ... Since my water broke at 3:45am.

If you're a boy and a little squeamish about girl parts, you'll probably wanna stop reading. I may throw in the word VAGINA VAGINA VAGINA! :)

As I do the usual tossing and turning in bed at night, I woke up feeling like I had to go to the bathroom (weird right, since I have a bladder the size of a walnut anyway and now a baby full of piss and vinegar pushing down on it). Only this felt a little different, I felt a little bit leaking out from, well... where it shouldn't be if it's urine. So I immediately thought, PLEASE DON'T BE MY WATER. (Did I forget to tell you that it's Monday, 3:45am...Dave is supposed to leave for the ProAm at noon.) I get out of bed and go to the bathroom, do my business and still feel that small dribble coming from where it shouldn't be. I start crying (weird, I know), I silently pray,"Please don't be my water!" I flush, stand up and go to walk to the sink and like the smashing of a water balloon...my water breaks all over the bathroom floor! I flip on the light, grab a towel, sit back on the potty and cry! I didn't know what or how to tell Dave. I couldn't believe it, the day he is supposed to leave? I stand up, I leak more (sexy, I know), I repeat about 4 more times. By this time, I figure Dave probably has seen the light on and was wondering what was going on. I walk out to the bedroom, tears streaming down my face...he looks at me and says; "Are you serious?" I say, "I'm so sorry, honey," through the tears. He jumps out of bed laughing (sort of) and says, "honey, it's alright". I still feel horrible and I know he is only saying that because he doesn't want me to worry and escalate my BP.

Fast forward to the hospital: 

We get there, tell the Doc about my water, tells me that because the fluid was greenish/brown...baby pooped in the amniotic fluid. Note: First set of 4 ppl (team 1) that has to be in the room when I deliver. No biggy. I'm dilated to a 3, 75% effaced and baby is in -1 position.

Fast forward to being admitted (or committed however you wanna look at it):

They start me on Pitocin to get the ball rolling since my water has broken and I am only having mild contractions. Sweet, my fears are starting to come true, the dreaded Pit. It's 7am. Once my contractions start to get a little more intense, I ask my nurse if I would be a wuss if I asked for my epidural now. I tell her my reoccurring nightmare is that I don't get my epidural in time or it wears off too soon. She says 'honey, you can ask for it whenever you want and we'll make sure it doesn't wear off, don't worry about that". I decide to wait...billiant idea, I cant believe I'm not President. She ups my drip, it's 8:05. They become more intense and closer, I ask for my epidural. Anestesialogist team comes in to give me my Epi shortly thereafter. As they are prepping everything my contractions are getting pretty strong and I happen to look down at the IV in my hand... my arm is blowing up where they stuck me for my IV. Sweet. I ask the nurse if this is normal, she of course says no... Dah. I ain't no med student but I figured that out. She calls one of the anesthesiologist over, they stab me in the other hand and get me all set back up on the Pit. Did I happen to mention that my nurse had been upping my drip since it seemed my progress was a little slow? Note: the kink in my hand that blew up my hand under my IV. Lots a Pit going in the new IV, Epi not in yet. 9:00am, Epi in...strong contractions, continued high blood pressure, creeping higher, waiting game for the Epi to work. Contractions right on top of one another, extremely intense pain, dilated to an 8 with the urge to push, severely high BP, oxygen mask on, baby's heart rate falls, flip to left side, falls lower, flip to right, falls even lower, flip back to left, heart rate same, on hands and knees. Now, I cant think of anything more humbling then having your bare ass sticking out in the center of the room with 4 different teams of Dr.'s, which includes 4-5 ppl on each team! They stab me in the arm with something to slow my contractions. Baby likes my position, heart rate, semi stabilizes until the Dr. checks me and tells me to push. I was like, wtf? Like this? Oh, my epidural has not kicked in yet. This is awesome. Thank god for Yoga, otherwise I would be dead! I start to push, baby's heart rate drops. "Get the forceps", I hear. F***! No way, it ain't happening. Then I hear, "cord is wrapped"! On my back they put me, remove the end of the bed in the speed of a hiccup and "PUSH", is all I hear. Third contraction like this, I feel my Epi kicking in. Fourth contraction baby is out! Good thing I got that Epidural. Ah, but at least I have no pain after delivery...see, there is a plus side to everything. 

Baby Dax Bennett Tangren born at 10:31am, July 8, 2013, weighing in at the "same size as Gabby, plus 5oz. for his wiener". (6lbs 5oz.)

Mom and baby both doing well, baby may be a bit Jaundice...will know soon. My BP making is way back down. I kicked Dave outta the hospital about 3... He's golfing in the scramble right now. Everything worked out well. Hoping that baby and momma go home today, 20 minutes of sleep in a strange place with random noises and being a light sleeper is a good night away from home. Not looking forward to repeating tonight. 

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

37 weeks, BP check

Well, had to go in today to get my blood pressure checked...hoping it was back to normal. Sadly, it went the other way. Higher then last week and exactly what he (my Doctor), nor I were hoping for. Also gained 3 lbs in the past week, which Dr. Creedon was sure was water weight (or your popcorn Greenie) and when I told him about my headaches... He started looking concerned. He issued a urine stick test, and wants me back Friday. Hoping my blood pressure comes down, if not, I have to do the 24 hour urine test to check my protein levels and be back on Monday. His concern is Gestational Hypertension and/or Preeclampsia. Now, I don't know much about hypertension but preeclampsia I know isn't something to mess with. If this is the case, they will induce me early, which under normal circumstances isn't an issue and I am/was 100% for early arrival. However, my husband leaves on Monday for 4 days for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; to golf in the John Deere ProAm, with the Pro's and he couldn't be more excited. I couldn't be more excited for him, and would feel miserable if he missed this opportunity. I guess it's time to step up to the plate momma and do as my Doctor and everyone and there monkey is telling me; rest and take it easy! 

Hoping that this baby and momma can wait a full week to make a safe and healthy appearance! 

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Busy day...

Ah, it was a good night. Feeling rested, with good intentions for the day, it was the day my hubs needed to get the washer/dryer moved from upstairs down to the new laundry room. That went well, said with absolutely no sarcasm!! But, on the upside, we had already planned on taking out the carpet on the stairs and the painters had already been scheduled to come back for touch ups, and/or the occasional hole in the wall. Hopefully, the washer/dryer will be hooked up and ready to go for the weekend. Plumbers worked hard all day to get lots done, cabinets are coming in the morning and plumbing will be finished by end of day (hopefully). Cleaner is coming Sunday (apparently she doesn't like weekends) and electrician to finish Monday. Now, with that being said, that's if all goes smoothly. Stucco dudes are chipping away, man I didn't realize how much work that stuff is. If the weather would cooperate, they could get the final coat with the color on... My mother has been my savior and putting all my curtain rods up to save us some time when it comes time for us to actually move in. I am feeling rather helpless in my condition. (Condition? Really? I'm not dying, but you'd think so being around my family, they won't let me do anything. AND, I don't do very well watching, I'm a hands on girl... Oh, and I don't like to ask for help, incase that's news to you). Anyway, thanks mom for all your help! Fatty will be back to normal here soon, then bending over to get that drill bit you dropped won't take me 45 minutes or the sound effects that go along with the movement!

All-in-all a better day today. Hit up Pilates in the morning, which brought on a really bad headache, which turned pre-migraine before too long. Had intentions of running some errands for a job I'm working on and then going to visit grandma, but that was fizzled by a quick call from hubs who needed lunch. Turns out, I had to be home anyway for house stuff. Got home, thought I was gonna throw up on grandpa, got to the house... It had passed, but the migraine wasn't  helping. What do you do when you have a migraine, jump on the lawn mower and get some fresh air... Our yard sure looks nice (that of which that can be mowed anyway). And it bounced my migraine away... Thank goodness. Gator ride, more mowing, gator ride, cleaning, watching mom hang curtain rods 103 inches off the floor, cleaning, shower and finally Gabby to bed at almost 10. I made the mistake of sitting down...almost couldn't get back up. My feet are so swollen and hurt to walk on. But, I got some sun on my water retaining, could be pregnant themselves arms so all is good on the home front. 

Gabby is tent camping with one of her BFF's tomorrow, overnight and couldn't be more excited. Bless your heart Andrew, and may The Lord be with you! 

36 wk Doctor visit, fun stuff for Gabby...

Blood Pressure was high today... Baby is good. Just need to keep an eye out for a fever with the way I've been feeling and being down on the scale since 3 weeks ago. The one time I lose weight, turns out its not such a good thing. Drats! Believe me, it's no intention of mine to diet during these 10 freebie months, but I guess when you struggle to do all you can to not launch your cookies on the closest neighbor, it has a tendency to happen. But, the baby had dropped and nestled its way into the birthing canal so at least it gives me a little room to feel like I can have a little bit of supper at night. Speaking of that, thanks babe for bringing home supper tonight. Even though, they messed up my order, it was nice to get a little something in my stomach after this early afternoon vomit session! 

Since I have only {ONLY?? :( } 4 weeks left and have been thinking a lot about what to do for my sweet 4 yr old, I decided to go to the mall and pick up some maternity shirts (since 2 of the 4 I have just got ruined in the laundry last night). No, I'm not that selfish and bought Gabby some fat clothes. I decided to kill 2 tweeties with one pebble and strolled down to Crazy 8 to see what I could find. I don't want her being left out when baby comes cause it's already gonna be hard enough on her so... She's been bugging me for pretty shoes with a heel - and I found some. Even though, they are a tiny bit big AND I couldn't wait til the baby comes to give them to her... She got them tonight with a romper. I could barely get the shoes off her for bed. :) I love it when I score, cause usually she never likes what I pick out...weird!

And to seal the deal, I did get her an outfit and a treat for at the hospital when she comes to meet baby! The outfit is from daddy and I, the treat is from the baby. That little baby is smart, he/she already knows how to win over his/her big sis! Um, by the way... I fricken love that store. Never bought anything in there until today and cute as H.E.double hockey sticks are the clothes. Not to mention; everything is on sale and cheap, if its not! 

Shit just got real....

Oh, and... I finally bought some diapers and wipes tonight. ;) Only because we should be able to get moved into our new bedrooms Monday night/Tuesday and I can finally get the baby's room ready, onsies out of storage, washed and ready. Now, if we just knew if the baby had an innie or an outtie I'd be able to get some fun stuff.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013


Do you know how frustrating it is to have good intentions for the day and to end up spending it bed trying not to puke!!!????!!

I have a Doctor's appointment this afternoon and can honestly say I am anxiously awaiting that appointment. I believe the baby has dropped because I don't look 36 weeks pregnant and I seriously doubt the baby is shrinking! He/she about dropped me to my knees this morning from pushing so hard on my lower pelvis, yes I can say it was quite painful! 

Without hesitation and even though I have not a single thing ready, I can say I am ready for baby to start making "headway"... If you know what I mean?!?!?

Monday, June 17, 2013

What's a small child have to do with it?

Obviously, either it's the work of Gabby or the work of this little toad in my belly that has kept me from writing in this blog. I may have to say a combination of both, in fact. 

Fact of the matter is: I am tired ALL the time. Gabby and I keep as busy as we can during the day and as sad as it sounds, I anxiously look forward to her bedtime so I can go to bed too. :(  I feel terrible saying that but it has become my reality. This baby is literally kicking my ass! The baby is always moving, which... don't get me wrong is amazing and an obviously good sign, but some days my belly looks like I am having a baby Dan Aykroyd (Conehead movie) and it's painful... the kicking, the sliding of the knee across the middle then up to my ribcage, the probing. My pelvis has been sore for months now, making it difficult to walk, especially on active days. The swelling is taking over my body, to the point of it pinching on nerves to cause constant numbness in my fingertips and random numbness in my arms... kind of like hitting your 'funny bone' on a regular basis, only it's not so funny. It's pretty awesome to say the least. I wake up in the morning (if I sleep at night) to climb out of bed and throughout the night my hands and feet have become so tight with pressure that it's like walking on nails. My jaw must be swollen too, because my back molars aren't even touching, that's become the newest 'side effect'. I felt pretty shitty yesterday... dizzy, HOT, and I was seeing stars. It kinda scared me a little bit, but assumed it was all from the swelling. Baby was being naughty too, kicking me in places that caused a lot of pain. Needless to say, once we got home from Father's Day/Brady's Fun Day, I got Gabby in her jammies, headed straight upstairs, stripped naked as a j-bird and laid in my bed for 2 hours... feeling cruddy the whole time. Aside from all the bitching, I have been trying to stay as active as possible. I am still able to do "CycleBox", but my biking consists of me standing the whole time, otherwise I'm too compressed to sit and it's too hard on my pelvis. The boxing part is still attainable, except for those damn roundhouse kicks (I substitute a jab for those). "CoreConditioning", well... use your imagination on that one, but I do the best I can... all things considered. "PilatesMix", or... as I like to call it "Pilates Bootcamp" with all the CrossFit Brooke throws in there = I can still do most of it except for Plank work, I have to modify on my forearms cause if I do the full plank my wrists and hands instantly fall asleep. With that being said, you can imagine how well my "Yoga" has been going. The one class that is usually the best for pregnancy is the one class that I can barely do anymore. I can't do the planks or downdog without my hands, wrists and arms falling asleep. Obviously, no chaturanga's or cobras and lets just say that plow is, well... out! I have become really good at legs up the wall pose though.  :)  If it wasn't for all of this remodel/construction going on at the house and having to deal with things here and there, I'd be able to get my butt to class more often, but then... I guess I do have an excuse to slow down a little bit. Speaking of remodel, the painters finish tomorrow (hopefully). I think by the middle of next week, we should be pretty much done and able to get into our new bedroom and get the baby's room set up. Gabby saw her room today after they painted and she said, "it looks awesome"... She's pretty excited to get in, as I am. I am looking forward to getting our house back in order, some of the sheet rock dust wiped off my furniture and floors and most of all, A GOOD NIGHTS SLEEP! It so damn hot up in our temporary bedroom right now I just can't seem to get comfortable. Our new bedroom is on the main level and is so peacefully cool that it makes me drool thinking about being able to sleep in there. Oh and, we'll finally have an actual door on our bedroom. Won't that be something? I have all my baby stuff in storage so it will be nice to get the baby's room set up and a little organized. I haven't bought a single item for the baby, not a thing... no, I take that back...I did buy a couple things on a friends garage sale a couple weeks ago, but I just have no where to put anything right now with the mess I have going on in the house that I can't bring myself to even get diapers. If this baby comes early (which, I would gladly welcome at this point) I will be screwed.  HOPEFULLY, the baby waits just 2 weeks longer and I can get things organized, cleaned and put away ... then, baby... 'COME VISIT MOMMA, CAUSE I CAN'T WAIT TO HOLD YOU' oh, and stop having you beat the crap out of me in every way possible. 

I'd start with all the farming issues this year, but really, what's the point? We all know about the rain, and there isn't anything we can do about it. But it's pretty ironic that we did this addition/remodel to the house and now we have no corn in the ground. Shit happens, right? Shhh, don't tell my husband that!

To summarize: This pregnancy hasn't gone the best and well, since my pregnancy with Gabby was a breeze, I guess I was long over due and I deserve it. However, I wouldn't change anything about this pregnancy because I know we are very fortunate that I am able to carry a child full term and let's face it: Baby's are a miracle. So, as long as this little monkey comes out with all the parts needed to exist in this crazy world, I will deal with it until he/she decides to make an appearance. Because honestly, I cannot wait to hold him/her, squeeze him/her, love him/her and call him/her Dax/Rya.

Monday, March 25, 2013

Winter's Gotta Go...

This winter thing has to go: My poor child has become completely stir crazy with cabin fever. She is so anxious (as well as I am) to get outside. We have had a long couple of weeks. She's developed this new found attitude and likes to tell me 'no'... (more then usual)

We had a run in one day, and it was a tough one, the first of many for Gabby and I. But, we got through it. We both cried a little bit, well... alot, but that's just us I'm afraid to say (sorry honey, you have been blessed with my emotion). This last week, Gabby decided to give Bitzi a hair cut. I busted her and she quit (after I nearly scared the crap out of her... no I didn't threaten to beat her, she didn't see me coming so I literally scared the crap out of her), but I guess she thought she did a pretty good job... so she decided to give herself a hair cut:

I had to add this photo last, every time I see it, it makes me sad... I can see the hurt just in the side of her face as her make-up (yes, make-up) runs slightly along her eye from crying so hard.

When she saw my face after she realized what she did, she cried instantly and cried hard. She didn't want me to look at her and see what she had done. I think she saw the disappointment in my face, which I am now sorry about because I saw so much hurt in her face. I know that every child does this, in fact... I have done it... probably at about her age. I do have to give her credit, she does have style: I thought for sure she was going to look like a boy after we had her hair 'fixed'. But, she looks even more adorable then ever with her new pixie cut. 

She was able to get outside a little bit this and go for a gator ride with daddy on Sunday, of course they got the gator stuck and Bitzi stayed to guard her toddler while daddy ran up to the shed to get the skid loader to 'unstuck' them. I, on the other had, was in the house sleeping, yes sleeping. I went up to Faribo on Friday with my mom and Gabby to see my Grandma who was just moved to a nursing home after her stroke. Feeling exhausted the whole drive and wishing I could just lay down and sleep. We all made it home and I put Gabby to bed at 9pm and went right upstairs to bed myself. Not feeling the greatest Saturday morning, Gabby and I headed off to our Saturday morning Yoga routine, hoping the heat in Yoga would make me feel better. Not as I expected. All I wanted to do was come home and sleep. That, my friends, was not in Gabby's agenda, so nap we did not. Went out with some friends Saturday night to an awesome restaurant in Osage, IA and bar hopped on the way home. It's funny how many people still want to make sure you have a sober cab even with a (obviously) pregnant chic in the group. Needless to say, we didn't get home until 1:30am, and I was beat. Went to bed, got up Sunday morning at 8am with Gabby and felt like dying. I finally had to go upstairs about 10am and tell Dave that I had to lay down. Pa, lay down or die? I died, pretty much until 5pm. And the only reason I got up then was because Dave's parents were coming out to see Gabby, the house and bring us supper. They stayed for a little bit, I looked like death I'm sure and they left around 7 or maybe I little after. I went upstairs, crawled in bed... it was 7:45pm. Shortly after Gabby went to bed, I dozed off. Slept, off and on, over the night. Which I can hardly believe. Normally I need to take Melatonin or Unisom to help me fall asleep and I thought for sure after sleeping all day that I would need a whole bottle to fall asleep. I didn't even think about taking anything, I was out. Slept til 8am this morning, sent Gabby to Daycare so I could get the house cleaned up and laundry done and let Gabby have a 'fun day'. I ended up having to lay down around lunch time, and still slept for a couple hours. I have a chest cold, but what on earth is this completely exhausted-ness from? I've never slept this much in my entire life, especially not in one lump sum. I also have this awesome pain in my hips, the top of my hips... maybe lower back, not real sure how to explain it. I am a side sleeper and I swear the only reason I woke up at all is because the hip I was laying on started to ache so I had to switch sides. Did I mention we have a TempurPedic bed, how can this be?? Now, when I bend over, I look like a 95 yr old man who just dropped his dentures on the floor when I try to stand back up. It's awesome!

And the rambling is over... 

They worked on our house today, started framing... Here's a couple quick pics of the work they did today. More details to follow:

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Very True Fact

I came across this post on Facebook, like I'm sure many of you had. But, I thought it was important for me to put it in my blog, because it is so very true and since this blog is out my family... what better place to post.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Sex of Baby - Gabby's Birthday

Well, it's official... we are having a baby. We had our 20 week u/s last Thursday and to my surprise, Dave made the decision to not find out the sex of the baby. I was hoping he wouldn't because I didn't want to know until the bitter end, but I left the decision up to him. I wouldn't let him find out with Gabby so I figured I would at least give him the opportunity to choose with this one. Even though he was back and forth (and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth) in the u/s room, he made the 'undecided' decision to wait. Now the question is: Did I look away when the tech told us too? hmmmm "I'll never tell!" (I was signing that, if you couldn't tell)  ;)

All in all, baby looks well... everything is where is should be and all the parts that should be there, are. They couldn't see the back two chambers of the heart because of the way the baby was scrunched up and he/she wasn't being very cooperative so they had to give up this round. The baby also had it's hands up in it's face almost the entire u/s so they couldn't see one half of the mouth, but they didn't seem concerned about there being any issues. Measuring a few days early and gaining weight at a normal pace. 

Speaking of gaining weight, good Lord. Lately I feel like when I go to the gym it's like it's the first time I've ever stepped foot in that place. I can't hardly run anymore my pelvis hurts when I do so I'm lucky to make a mile before I have to quit, not to mention the little bugger sits soooo low that he/she pushed down on my pelvis to create more pressure. I about died today in Pilates and could almost barely make it through a Level 1 Vinyasa class tonight. Already? I worked out up until the week Gabby was born and now at 5 months, I can barely do anything. My teaching is going to come to a halt here pretty soon too, or at least the option of me demonstrating is. I can hardly get into any twisting poses (for obvious reasons), chair pose (or Fierce Pose for you new generation Yogi's) isn't really chair pose anymore. In chair, your feet are supposed to be touching, from toes to heel... ya right. It looks more like Fat Chick Down Pose then anything. My feet are at least hip width apart, and forget about lifting my heart to the sky... pah, good luck. It's funny too, cause just last Wednesday, I was demonstrating to my class how to do Hurdler's Pose, now this week I'll be lucky to get into Runner's Lunge.  :(  (However, I do a killer Mountain Pose).  ;)

I do have to say though, aside from all the things that I "can't do", I love to feel the baby move, kick... whatever they do. I do think this little bugger is way more active then Gabby. Or maybe it's that this baby is sitting so very low that I feel it just above my pelvis and with Gabby because she was sitting a little higher, she couldn't quite kick through the layer of insulation to get mommy's attention. 

At this stage of my pregnancy, being almost 21 weeks in... the migraines have eased, but the uncomfortable-ness is starting to set in. I have a fear that the migraines will soon be re-appearing. We have started construction on our house, trees removed, soil samples taken and permits pulled. Garage/Master Bedroom is being removed Friday. Please pray for us all as we hope to make it through this addition still speaking to one another, or at least still married. :) Let the fun begin!

Onto Gabby...
My little darling turned 4 yesterday, which I can barely believe. The ever so clever saying: Where does the time go? She had a weekend full of parties. We had a little Yoga Princess party for her at the Yoga Studio on Saturday where she had 6 of her little friends come and do yoga, dance, get their faces painted, do a few art projects and of course get all tatted up. She had a great time and was sad when it was over.

Sunday we went to Grandpa & Grandma Tangren's to have our family party where she got lots of make-up (anyone that knows Gabby would say 'weird'), lots of clothes and fun things for her to do and play with. Of course Monday, (on her birthday) she had to get all dressed up in her new clothes and make-up to go to the Y (no, I didn't let her wear the shorts to the Y). Even though I am annoyed with all the make-up and hope that this is just a faze, I do have to say... for a 4 yr. old, she does a hell of a job with her make-up. Even putting on mascara better then most of my friends. But, of course, with eye lashes like hers, she could put it on blind and bouncing on a trampoline and still not get any on her eyelids. However, we need to work a little bit on the lipstick...

Happy Birthday to my sweet, loving and kind hearted soul. Gabby, you are amazing! My life began when you came into this world. 

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Daddy & the Dells

Daddy and a couple guy friends took their girls over to Wisconsin Dells this weekend. It was a nice break for momma, and a good experience for daddy. I am anxious to hear how it all went. I wonder if daddy will come home with a new appreciation for mommy, probably not... But I guess it was a good thought!

Saturday, January 5, 2013

First 'Major' Haircut

After numerous questions of, 'mommy, when can I get my haircut'? Mommy finally balls up and said, 'today's the day'. So after school today, we went to get her hair cut. I was thinking a trim, Gabby... not so much. She said she wanted her hair cut short, just below her ears. And since, it's her hair and that's what she wanted, I let her do it. She was such a good girl, she sat there so patiently and listened to the lady when she asked her to tip her head to the side or chin down. She makes momma proud, even if it means chopping all her beautiful hair off (5 inches). But I do have to say, it's looks really nice and she loves it. My baby is all grow-ed up.  :(

Of course, when we got home, she had to apply make up. Thank goodness she has her vanity now so she can see what she's doing. Cause she does it soooo well...  :)  Love you sweetheart!

Friday, January 4, 2013


Wow, it's been a long time since I have written in this blog. No time like the present to start fresh, I guess. Maybe I have new incentive to keep going this time. 

Needless to say, Gabby has been our joy for the past 3 1/2 years. I do regret that I did not keep her blog more current and up-to-date with all the wonderful things she has learned and experienced. And also with all the hilariousness that she adds to each day. 

I am unsure where to start, as I feel like I have to 're-learn' blogging all over again. Guess I should just start with the basics and give a little update. Dave and I keep getting the question: "When are you going to have another baby?" Weird right? It seems like when you are dating, it's: "When are you going to get married?". Then you get married and it's: "It's time to be working on the kids." (Note: the questions turn into statements.) Well, we 'worked', am happy to say that we are still 'working'.  :)  Now that we have Gabby and have been content with Gabby and enjoying every moment with her growing and learning. We are onto the new statement from family and friends: "Time for another one!" Well I guess we just haven't been ready. So, since neither of us have been quite ready, we have still been going to 'work' and I have still been applying extra 'staples to the binding'. (Are ya smellin' what I'm steppin' in?) However, apparently the man upstairs has other plans for us and he let one of the 'staples' loose. Surprised and in shock, neither of us really knew what to think. We cried, well... me more then him (weird, I know). But, as it turns out and as we gave it a bit to sink in, we are both excited, well... me more then him. (I am seeing a pattern here).

After thinking I was close to 2 months along, we had a bit of a scare last week at the doctor. Since we had no clue when conception was, the doctor was under the impression that the pregnancy was (1.) either too early to see anything, (2.) a tubal pregnancy or (3.) a chemical pregnancy. Holy crap, talk about up and down. First, we find out we are (unexpectedly) having a baby, then we have time to let it sink in and get excited about it, then find out it might not even be. (insert punch to the gut) My heart sank. Now, I have to wait a week and one day to go back to the doctor to have another ultra sound and find out what's going on. Tic fricken tok! (no pun intended M. & C. Tok) As it turns out, I found out today Tuesday, Dec. 4, 2012 that I am 7 weeks pregnant with ONE healthy heartbeat (143bbm) and a guestimated due date of July 23, 2013. I guess that means that we will never be able to celebrate our anniversary again. (July 21)

This post was written earlier and waited to be published until today (Jan.4, 2013). As of today, I am just under 12 weeks so we figure it's 'safe' to announce (since it seems most people know anyway, mostly at the Studio and the Y). I am not scheduled to see my Dr. until January 18, but since I was so sick last week, I was in to see Dr. Creedon last Wed, December 26 only to be diagnosed with Pnuemonia. Dr. Creedon was concerned about the oxygen levels getting to the baby so he wanted to make sure everything was ok. He wheeled in the ultra sound machine, and everything was good. Heart Rate was a healthy 188bbm and he put me 3 days earlier then my last u/s. I guess we will know more on Jan. 18.

Happy New Year everyone!

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Happy 2013

What a fun night, and an even more fun morning. Last night we were able to ring in the New Year with friends, as well as with Gabby. This morning, Gabby decided to slide down the leather furniture making her hair look like its own ball of energy. It was a great laugh! I hadn't laughed that hard in quite some time.

I was able to enjoy the late afternoon with some Yogi friends at my first ever Yoga Mala. One bead for each 108 sun salutations. It was a tough one, especially trying to recover from this pneumonia crap. (Yes mom, I took it easy). But, it was rather amazing, and quite an accomplishment! Feels good to start the year on a good note!

Happy New Year everyone. We are excited... and when I say 'we' I mean more so Gabby... about what 2013 will be bringing to our family.

Now, if this darn mystery fever would leave my child and this chest/head cold garp would leave our house, we'd all be happy campers.