Baby wishlist

It's 5 AM. I've been awake for a good two hours now. I guess I got my 4 hours in, I'm good to go. It's Saturday, however...aren't you supposed to sleep in on Saturday? Anyway. I've gotten several e-mails throughout my pregnancy asking me if I needed/wanted anything for the baby. I'm not one to tell people what I want. I hate making lists. I hate when people ask me what I want for birthdays or Christmas...I don't want to tell you. Just get whatever you want. I guess I don't hate it...I do it too...I just feel bad that someone is giving me something. I guess I just feel bad having someone buy me something, I don't know...I should just be glad that I can save my money, and save sleep thinking about the things that I wish I could get! So, I decided to make a baby wishlist. This is what I lose sleep over at night. Thinking of stupid things like what I want to buy when the next paycheck comes. Dumb, I know. But I really do lose sleep over things like this. I'll sit there and think of what I want and figure out in my mind how I can get it. It's a bad thing.

With the third baby, however, pretty much everything that you NEED, you already have. So, I my wishlist is just that...a WISH list. Full of things I want! Things that I think would make life easier, but I could probably get by without...but that's no fun. The first on the list, Baby Legs. Or baby leg warmers. I think they are cute.
And I think they are a good idea. I hate having to take the pants off and then undo the onesie. Maybe I'm just lazy. But usually the pants don't make it back on, so I just have a baby in a onesie. But with Baby Legs, and the like, they stay in place, and the little legs won't get cold. And they are perfect for crawling. Poor Macie would get sores on her knees from crawling on the carpet. True, we did have the crappiest carpet at the time. But it's the thought of it. They can be found at many places online.

The second thing on the list, a Slurp N' Burp. Yes, that's what it's called. I think it's cool. I saw one in a maternity boutique here in town, but they were selling them for 40 bucks! Online at the slurp n' burp website, they are only $24.99. Weird. It's just a good idea. That what you don't HAVE to be covered by a blanket it public. Or if you are, and the blanket slips, it's okay. I know a lot of people nurse with their baby in a sling...this is kind of the same idea, but, if this baby is big like Macie he won't be able to nurse in a sling for very long!


Which brings me to the third thing. A sling. I have one, but it's girlie. I could make one, but I have to motivation. I've made a few for friends. I can do it, but I just don't want to. I just want to pay someone to do it for me so I don't have to worry about it! I really liked the sling with Macie. It was easier than the front pack thing. We had a fake Bjorn imitation, however. And while in the airport in Boise...just me and the kids, when Macie was like 3 months old, it broke. She had exceeded the limit, and the buckle just gave out. She was a big girl. We went with the sling next, and it was good...and cheaper than the Bjorn.

And finally, the diaper bag. I like a lot of diaper bags. But, diaper bags are expensive. I was looking online, and there are diaper bags for like 300 bucks! Most of the ones I liked were 100ish. But still, for a diaper bag? I guess you do use it everyday. But, I haven't ever spent more than like 25 bucks on a purse before. I'm a cheapskate. In high school I used to buy Doc Marten's. Why? I don't know. I look back now on the money I wasted on shoes! Now if the shoes aren't 20 bucks or less, I'll just do with the flip flop. Adam loves it. I just spend my money on the kids now, I guess. But I don't know what it is that I like about this diaper bag. I just keep getting drawn to it over and over. And, overtock.com has this one in black for onle $54. That's still a lot...but it beats te $100 retail price, right?
And for the TOP of my wishlist. Above ALL other things, BABY JACOB. I just want the baby. I'll take him over anything else. I just want him. And I NEED him, too!

And that concludes my wishlist, folks. I have everything else I need. Except nursing pads. I thought about that in the middle of the night. I have to get those. I have a freakishly large amount of milk, and I'll need those nursing pads! But I think this babe will be very well dressed for a while. He's got a carseat, a swing, a crib, a pack n' play, a stroller (or two or three or four!), a high chair...everything you really NEED, he has.

Today is another day. Will today be the day?? It's all I blog about. When I post, people probably are like, "Oh, great...another Lindsay post complaining about not having a baby." I know...but it's all I can think about these days. The sooner he comes, the sooner I can not bore you about it!!

Day 3 overdue.

Three days. ThREE DAYS! And I don't think anything is happening. I just want to see this baby. Macie told us this morning that the baby isn't coming. We ask her everyday if the baby is coming today, and today she said no. We asked if he'd ever come, and she said no. See...he's never coming out. It's driving me nuts. Will this baby be a blondie like his brother and sister? Will he be totally huge? Will he have blue or brown eyes {I know I'll have to wait for that one...but the more I wait for him to come out, the more I'll have to wait for that, too!}? People do double takes at stores. And ask when I'm due. When I say according to my original due date, I'm like 11 days overdue, they tell me, well you look it. Well...thanks for that. That's just what I want to hear! I guess my belly is low, and I look ready, but maybe you should just keep that to yourself!Ü Anyway, maybe today is the day? I'll keep my fingers crossed, and you better, too!

Baby ticker

If you notice my little baby thing on the side of our blog, the days are going back up. Yesterday I was at 0 days left. Today there is 1. I guess it starts adding once you are past due. Kinda funny. Yes. I am officially one day over due according to the doctor's due date. 11 days past due according to MY original due date! And I haven't progressed at all. Originally when I went in on Monday the doctor told me that he would pull my cervix down today when I went in, because it wasn't doing anything on its own. So I went in today, still nothing. And because of the still nothing, the doctor decided he wasn't going to pull the cervix down. He was hoping that by stripping my membranes it would help get things started. No such luck. And to avoid the excruciating of having your cervix pulled down, he opted to wait. Oh, I tried to protest. I told him I didn't care that it hurt. I was willing to do anything. But, to prevent any further damage, we're going to wait. These last few weeks have been killer. And all because the doctor told me that I wouldn't go to my due date...I'd go much before because I was already dilated and the baby was in position, and I was measuring 3 weeks early...that was like a whole month ago!! I don't think doctors should tell you things like that. Especially when you're pregnant. It's not fair. They don't really know when it will actually happen. They should just keep their mouths shut until something major happens. I even bought a Thanksgiving outfit for him. That was my jinx, I guess. The extra time, however, just gives us more time to find a middle name for the little guy. Hopefully he comes soon. I don't go back to the doctor until Monday. Which means another week of church. I love church, don't get me wrong...I just don't want people to come up to me and say, "You haven't had that baby, yet?" Okay...no. Obviously. 22 people asked me about it on Sunday. 22. I hope I don't have to go through that again!!

Everything is fine with the baby. His heartrate it great. He's moving around...nonstop moving, so that's a good sign. He's just enjoying life in the womb. Maybe he's a little nervous about having two older siblings, like your mother is. But everything will be okay, Baby Jacob. You can come out now. Today.

{this is what kind of pictures you get when Noah takes control of the camera. I usually don't have a head. Oh well...maybe it's better that way!}

Twilight

I finally saw it. I didn't join the millions of other who saw it on opening night. I didn't even see it opening weekend. But, I saw it. And I was the only one in the theater. I don't like going places alone. I really don't even like to go to the store by myself. It's nice to have someone else there with you. But, Adam suggested that I go to the movie because it could be my last chance I have to do something by myself for a while! The kids were asleep, and since I've become an insomniac these days, I went to the 9:35 showing of Twilight. I kept waiting for at least one other person to come into the theater. Nope. No one. Just me. They were probably mad that they had to actually play the movie for one person. But, oh well!

Did I like the movie? Well...it did follow the book very well. It was good. There were some cheesy parts, like many others have said. There were a lot of close ups of Bella...and I didn't think she was the most attractive. Jacob wasn't a good actor. But, it was good. I'm glad I went to it. There is something about watching a movie of a book that you read. You just have to go. Maybe it's just me, because I never read books, so for me to read a book if a pretty big deal! There obviously has to be another movie for the next book, right? Maybe since this one did so well they will have more money to make the next one even better.

It was weird to go by myself, and only get one ticket. Honestly, I haven't ever gone to a movie alone before. I kind of felt like a loser. But, it was nice to have some quiet time that I could just sit there and watch a movie and not have to be constantly getting up to get something, or be a referee, or having to clean my house. I love being a mother, and I love my kids...but even a few hours alone is nice. So, thanks, Adam, for making me go to the movie!

Doctor day.

Another doctors appointment come and gone. Still nothing. I am 85% effaced, but still only dilated to a 3. The problem is, I have a high cervix. That was the thing with Noah and Macie as well. It's pretty painful to have that thing pulled down, (sorry for the information...but it is painful!)so if it hasn't dropped any by Wednesday they will do it for me. My membranes were stripped this morning, we'll see if that gets me anywhere. I was so excited yesterday, thinking I was having the baby. I started having contractions during Relief Society. Actual contractions...I thought. But, they were like 10 minutes apart. They continued for a while, but then just went away. I just get my hopes up too high, I guess! I don't think he's ever coming out. He must really like it in there. So...Wednesday. If I haven't gone by then, they'll pull my cervix down, and if history repeats itself, I'll be having the baby pretty soon after that! Dang cervix.

On a happier note, Macie went to the doctor as well to get her little hand checked. It's healing very well. She has to go back in on Friday to have it looked at one more time. You'd think we wouldn't have to pay a copay every visit right? Yeah, no. It's been an expensive little burn. But it is nice to have the peace of mind that it is healing and getting better, even though it looks totally gross! I was almost positive that it was more infected when I looked at it last night. But it's just healing.

Two doctor visits down, a Target trip, the kids and I dressed and ready, and the dishes unloaded and loaded and it's only 11:14. Pretty impressive for us these days!

Babyless.

Am I mad? No. Am I disappointed? A little. Am I uncomfortable? YES! When will this baby come out? I've passed the "original" due date, and on to the second one. I don't think he's ever coming out. According to all of the appropriate dates, that are used to determine your baby's due date, I should have been due on November 26th. That was 10 whole days ago. But, when I first found out I was pregnant, and had my first ultrasound, they originally suspected twins. They heard two heartbeats and everything. And then the ultrasound wasn't clear, they thought they saw two...but it was still too early. The next month, they found only one baby and one heartbeat, but there was scar tissue {I think that's what they referred to it as.} which was probably from another baby that was there. Hence, why my baby was probably smaller than your average fetus...there could have been two of them fighting in there. So when the doctor told me that my baby was only 5 weeks along, I just laughed at him. I had been sick so about 4 weeks longer than that. I couldn't only be 5 weeks. I had a belly already. You could tell I was pregnant. But, the new doctors I've been going to since August, don't listen, either. They still go by the December 9 due date, and may possibly go by the December 16 due date that the doctors in Palmdale recorded. The Palmdale doctors just BARELY faxed over my records last Friday. They are really on the ball, aren't they? Sorry...I'm really just ranting, but I'm ready to have this baby. If my due date were the 26th of November, couldn't there be harm to my baby letting him stay in there longer than 10 days? I don't think I can go into labor on my own. I didn't with Noah, and when I went in to be induced with Macie two weeks early, I was dilated to a 4, but not contracting at all. I don't think my body will go into labor itself. Is that possible? That waiting game just isn't fun anymore. Every night before I go to bed I get everything ready, just in case. I lay out the kids clothes, make sure there are enough diapers in the bag for Macie, double check my bag...but to no avail. I'm still at home, with no baby. I have, however, been able to do a lot of things I probably wouldn't have been able to do with a baby, so that's been good. But ya know what? I'm done. Get him out. I think I'll go on a few 5 mile walks today! Maybe that'll get things going! I'm going to go on a blog strike until the baby is born...no more posts until I can post a baby picture! Maybe that will work! Now, to buy the castor oil...

Burn patient.

I did it. I took Macie into the doctor. If it hadn't have been for Natalie and her nurse expertise...it probably could have been a lot worse than it was. It wasn't totally infected. But, the doctor thought that an infection could be starting. So, with the antibiotic cream that he prescribed, she should be fine. The doctor didn't scrape the skin off, however. He just put dry gauze on it, and then every morning after a bath, I'll peel the wet gauze off and the skin should come with it. Gross, eh? She was the best patient, though. She didn't cry when they started scrubbing it clean. She just gave the nurse her hand and told her all about how it happened. She told her about the hot water in Daddy's office, and that she screamed and cried. She just talked and talked. And then when the doctor came back in to check up on her, she said thank you to the doctor. Yes, my daughter is perfect. They were all talking about her in the hall. I have the best daughter ever. I have the best kids ever, really. But, you can all rest assured tonight knowing that Macie has been seen by a medical professional. She will be okay. It may, however, take three weeks to fully heal. We go back in on Monday for a follow up appointment. She's a trooper she is.

My friend, the Grinch.

I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. Noah has an imaginary friend. Not just any imaginary friend, however. His is the Grinch. We recorded the Jum Carrey version on our DVR, and he been watching it the past few days. When we went to the store today, he was talking to someone. And then as I was getting him out of the car, and stepped back, Noah freaked out, "Don't push him, Mom!" It took me by surprise. Was there someone behind me? I looked back, and I'm like, "Don't push who?" "The Grinch, Mom." Like I should have known! He held the "Grinch's" hand throughout Target. He had me buckle his seatbelt when we got in the car. He's been talking to him all day long. He shows him his toys and just laughs randomly. He even "shared" his sandwich. We'll see how long this phase lasts. I kind of feel bad, though. Should I be going to play groups and setting up playdates? Is he lacking in the friend department? Or does every child have an imaginary friend? He wanted me to take a picture of him and Mr. Grinch. {he has his arm around him, if you didn't know.}



Noah has quite the imagination. I don't think I'm so much worried about that aspect of an imaginary friend. I just worry he doesn't have much interaction with other kids. He's a funny kid, that Noah.

Dang hot water.

So, update on Macie's hand. Poor girl. I know that it probably hurts! I have been putting cream on it, and covering it with a light layer of gauze just to keep it protected. The blisters have like merged together, forming a huge blister. Kind of gross, really.

She had another on her other finger than was pretty big, but it popped last night. It's gross, because the blisters jiggle. There is so much crap in there. Yuck. She is really good about it though. She doesn't play with it or anything, and holds up that hand when she is playing and eating. And it's her right hand. She very ambidextrous, that girl...or amphibious as Shawn Kemp would have said {it was Shawn Kemp, wasn't it??} Anyway. We ran out of the gauze this morning. We went to Target to get more, and what do ya know? As my luck would have it, the blister popped. Just to tell you how gross it was, there was a puddle on the ground. Yes, she was crouched on the ground looking at something, so she was close to the ground. It was gross. A puddle. And then her long sleeved shirt was soaked up to the elbow...yellow puss. Sorry for the detail...it just adds to the value of the story! I rushed home to get her changed so we could make it for story time at the library for Noah. She didn't seem too concerned about her hand dripping with crap. I found these blister bandaids and covered it up while we were out, I don't want the open wound to get infected. But then, do I let it air out, or what? I want it to heal. I don't know...I'm no nurse. Where is my grandma, Myrt, when I need her? I need her to look at the burn and then just tell me what to do! I'll see how keen my motherly instincts are!

So that's the burn update. All the blisters popped...hopefully it will heal, poor girl.

The water cooler.

Every office has one. But, since we aren't coffee drinkers, we don't realize how hot the hot side actually gets. Macie is a very defiant girl. If she wants something, she's determined to find a way to get it.


Yesterday was quite a day. I'm trying to get all my Christmas shopping done, which is hard when the people I'm shopping for are with me all day everyday. So, their cousin Rylee is getting a lot of presents again this year! That's what they think anyway, and they seem fine with it. Hopefully it'll work again this year! That's what we did all morning. Shopped. We went to Kohls. We went to Michaels. We went to Target. All with screams and unwillingness to shop. A little stop at Target for popcorn and pop, er soda as it's called here, and we were good! And then we got home.

Noah has been a little sick the past few days. He's been complaining about a sore throat. We didn't go to church on Sunday, and he did start coughing a little bit. But I had to get things done, so I had to take him along with me. When we got home, I was upstairs folding my endless mounds of laundry. We are trying to get Noah to just wear underwear all of the time, and not diapers at night. With that, however, lots of laundry is added to the already heaping pile. I don't know what it is, but I think our family should win an award for the most laundry in a week. I swear. So, I was sorting and folding laundry. And I hear Noah coming upstairs telling me that he's thrown up. I thought that maybe he was sicker than I had originally thought. I went down, and sure enough, he had thrown up all of the couch, all over him, the floor, and even Macie. It wasn't a pretty sight. Then Noah told me that he swallowed a coin. A coin?!?! What kind of coin? At first he said it was quarter, but then it changed to a penny. There wasn't any coins in his puke, which made me worried. Was it lodged in his throat or something? He sounded fine when he breathed, a little wheezy, but he had been already. He was eating something, so he didn't have any problems there. So I called my mom. She thought I should call the doctor. I called the doctor, they told me that sometimes when you swallow coins it could be like drinking car battery fluid, and could really mess up your insides. Okay, that's not what I needed to hear. He has swallowed pennies before. I didn't know at the time, just later on when I found them in his diaper. So I know he's passed them, but to hear this and be 9 months pregnant, I freaked out. I made the appointment to see the doctor at 3. My appointment was at 3:45, just across the street. We got to Adam's office around 2:30, and we decided that he probably didn't need to see the doctor. He'd probably pass the coin soon enough. He wasn't having any problems with it. And we have new insurance so x-rays aren't covered yet, not until we reach the deductible for him, so we opted out of the doctor. It's now about 2:45, Adam is on the phone cancelling the appointment. Noah is crying because he wants to see his doctor {he's a strange one, he is}, and Macie is missing. And then I hear the scream.

Not the regular Macie scream. The scream that means pain. Usually I hear this when Noah is tormenting her. So I knew something was wrong. She ran out of the break room in Adam's office, and kept saying, "Hot, Hot!" Her hand was a little red. I knew she had played with the water cooler, and done opposite of what we always tell her, and pulled on the red handle. We have told her time and time again not to touch that, it could cause owies. But, she had to learn that the hard way, that girl. We hurried and put water on it, and then a frozen burrito. {You make do with what you have!} I went to the drugstore to get an ice pack so Macie could stay with Adam while I took Noah with me to my doctor appointment. She is still crying. But, she held that burrito on it pretty well. Finally, she stops crying, and we got to the office. One of Adam's bosses, says we should just run it under cold water. So, after 15 minutes of that, it just keeps getting redder and redder. I decided to take her to my appointment. Both kids. What was I thinking anyway? Macie screamed and cried the whole time. Obviously in pain. I looked at her hand again, and blisters were forming. Great. That water is pretty dang hot! The nurse was very nice at the OB GYN. She called a pediatrician for me just to get advice. They said she probably would need a prescription for burn cream, but there really wasn't much to do, just don't pop the blisters. Macie still screamed, and the blisters got bigger.

We waited in the office for a while, only to find out both doctors in the office were at the hospital with emergency c-sections. I wouldn't get checked today. And that isn't what I wanted to hear, dangit. But, I took the news and left with my screaming children. By now Macie's blisters were huge. The doctor was booked and not taking any more patients. Our co-pay for the doc is 20 bucks...urgent care is 50. What would they have done. We know what it needs. Burn cream and a little gauze. I took the kids home, and Macie fell asleep, probably just in so much pain, but she's a trooper, she is. She slept through me getting her in the car as we went to get Adam from work. We stopped at Wal-Mart, got some burn cream over-the-counter, and headed home. Her blisters had gotten even bigger. She has two huge ones, full of crap, about the size of two dimes. And then littler ones along her fingers. Poor girl. We wrapped it up, and she seemed to be okay with it.



The moral of the story is, those water things are VERY hot. When they say "CAUTION: HOT!", believe them. It's not a trick. They are hot. We had quite the day. Hopefully today will be a little better, but I am hoping for a baby, however, that may make yesterday seem like a cake walk! We'll see how it goes. As for my defiant children...they have to learn somehow, hopefully Macie has learned to listen to us first, though. It's hard, though, when they want to learn everything for themselves. Oh, the joys of motherhood. It isn't easy, but someone has to do it!