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OMG – I love this book


It’s brilliant and FUNNY.

Here’s a quote from the book:

“A boner in the back is not foreplay.”

SO true. You’ve got to read this book.

Fake It

Some of the best advice I’ve heard lately is Fake It.
When you think about it, it makes sense. Perception can become reality if only you can make yourself believe.

Faking it has helped me manage to find the energy and motivation to get through the past 3 weeks of sleep deprivation. I’m hoping to fake it through the next 3 to 4 weeks and then maybe I’ll have time to evaluate things.

Lauren is now 3 weeks old and she’s great – really wonderful – Truly. Josh is doing good too. Not even a touch of the sibling jealousy junk. I found that more than being jealous or resentful he is soooo loving her. I will say that while I was warned that he may need MORE attention after she was born, I had NO idea what that meant. Now, I can’t believe I actually scoffed at people when they’d say such things.

I’ll always have time for my son and be able to give him all the attention he needs…
My Josh is an angel, no chance in hell he’ll be come a monster…
Not my son…
UGH – Houston – we have a problem.

The first week after Lauren was born was sheer hell. Not because of her sleep or anything to do with her. It was my Son’s issues that just sent me reeling. Just think Christmas x’s 25. It was THAT bad people, I’m not even kidding.

Fortunately (knock on wood), we seem to be mostly through with that. Though Josh is still opposing bed time and most definitely doesn’t want to sleep in his bed. We’ve put up a baby gate that he doesn’t know how to work and for now that seems to keep my sweet 3 year old in his room through the night.

So I’m faking having my act together these days, and I’m okay with that for now. It’s all about survival right now.

Our little beauty

Our little beauty

Introducing… Lauren Paige

Lauren Paige

Lauren Paige

Lauren and I are doing great. I had a long delivery but a very successful one with minimal pain. She loves Josh. Jason was great through all of labor and is such a proud Daddy.

More to come soon, check back.

As you read this…

…I’m at the hospital having a baby girl. We’re naming her Lauren Paige. She’s going to be beautiful and I won’t need an epidural because labor will only last 45 minutes.

I will be handed my perfectly pink baby and she’ll nurse like a pro the first time. I’ll have zero pain and my body will resemble those of super models – pregnancy did wonders for my figure and I’ll have zero stretch marks.

Makeup will be thrown away because my natural beauty is so amazing and I will have that glow forever and ever.

And doves will cry and so will I…. when I wake up.

My final days as the Mother to one

I have approximately 3 days and 15 hours until I go to the hospital to be induced. The doctor gave the word that we’re going to induce this pregnancy. Let me tell you that I’m thrilled beyond belief.

I’m ready for Lauren to get here and all the happiness that will bring. I’m also sad to see my world as a Mom to one change. Josh has been such a blessing and while we have had our rough spots, more often than not we have a GREAT time together. I’m sad to see those alone times go. I plan to make weekly dates – just him and I even after she’s born. I know this is all a happy change but to me its also bittersweet.

When Josh was born, I knew our life would change and while its been great there’s been a serious sacrifice between my husband and I. We don’t have much alone time, just us (not that we mind the 3rd wheel thrown on or now even the 4th, but it is a sacrifice to our marriage and our time as friends too.

This time I know what changes are in store for my husband and I (or at least I’m kidding myself into thinking so). It’s the changes between my relationship with my son that I’m worried about. Some things are just inevitable still I can’t help it. I don’t want him to get mad at me for not having room on my lap for him some days or for not having time (that exact moment) to read to him, or take him to bed, or watch him whistle, or FILL IN THE BLANK. I’ll try my damndest to make that time and reality is that my focus will be divided and initially it won’t be in his favor. He’s bound to be upset about that because I am and its not even happened yet.

So please share your tips for coping with the change of going from the Mom of one to 2+.

Friday & 37 weeks preggo

I don’t know what I want to write about today. So I’m just going to see where my thoughts take me.

I had a good doctor’s appt on Thursday. I’ve dilated another cm so I’m up to 2 cm. I know that’s progress, but somehow I thought I’d made more progress than that in the 2 weeks since I last saw my dr.  As I’ve mentioned numerous times – I’m done with pregnancy this time around. I don’t (currently) mourn the nearing end and my ability to keep her all to myself and safe inside. This time I want it to conclude – like tomorrow. My Dr. did say she’ll induce me at 39 weeks and delivers on Tuesday or Thursdays so we’ll schedule that at next weeks appointment.

ALSO – I won a Fisher Price Easy Clean High Chair from Similac or some formula company who was holding a contest at my dr.’s office. Strange – I don’t remember entering to win but – I’m nothing but grateful.

In other bitching news – I received word that the crib we bought was recalled recently. Something about a strangulation risk. So you could say that the nursery WAS ready for my baby’s arrival. And it was looking cute too!

Our Recalled Crib

Our Recalled Crib

I am realizing I’ve not shared our baby’s name with the internets as of yet. We are having a girl and her name is Lauren Paige. I made this for her room:

L is for Lauren

L is for Lauren

In other news, updates and whatnot…

I decided to renew with my MOMS Club chapter. I know, I know… we’ll see how this year goes and if I’m still not enjoying it I won’t renew. Really its no skin off my teeth (does anyone know what that even means?) and I don’t HAVE to participate with anything. So I’ll reevaluate in a year.

My BFF within The Clique IS moving in a few short weeks to Russia. Very sad about this though my hormones are working against me on expressing it. Movers are literally at her house packing up everything in boxes – EVEN the SOFA! Don’t ask me how or why you’d pack a couch in a box but I guess the movers know best. Plus this is the “sea shipment” so better to box it than ___________? Next will be the air shipment and then she’ll be gone. I will be losing my partner in crime, my drinking buddy and it’s just bad. Bad timing since I’ll have a newborn, bad in the regard that she’s like me only 5 years in the future, bad because I won’t be able to just call her whenever. So it should make for some tears and frustration. I mean its bad enough when she goes out of town for 2 weeks – but 3 WHOLE FREAKING YEARS!? Yeah.

My son will be in a day camp all of next week. Good and Bad. Good because I’m worthless to him right now. I’m not fun at all. I’m drained and tired and would be happy to park it on the couch all day if it weren’t for those damn hemmroids! Bad because it’s our last week together before the baby comes (going to be induced the following week) and I’d LOVE to do fun things with him before Lauren peaks her head out. Still – I”m limited these days and I know he’ll have a better time at camp than at home with my lazy pregnant ass.

Guess I had a lot to say after all. And BTW, I’m REALLY working on being more positive! The hormones are getting the best of me.