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.