Time is Fleeting

I was sitting here today thinking of how fast time flies. How my daughter was a baby only a moment ago, a sweet little girl with piggy tails who loved broccoli & her babies, and always ready for a hug. Now she's 13 with a sassy bob who still loves broccoli & her babies have a loving place on her bed. But she's also smart, sometimes wise, overtly sassy, highly independent (she can cook a mean breakfast), and sometimes wants nothing to do with me. How did the time fly by so very fast? How is it that in only a few years time she'll be going off to college? As I sit and await the arrival of this new baby, I can't help but realize just how quickly he too will be up walking & talking, and before I know it dating & driving. I don't feel any older (and don't look much older than goodness) than when I had my daughter 13 years ago, so how is it possible that much time has actually gone by? And did I spend those years the best way I could? Have I been raising her to be kind & make wise choices? Am I a good mom? Can I be better?

Ah yes, Priorities!

Ok, so I'm sure that most of you have heard by now about this woman who actually had herself induced early so that her husband could go to the Chicago Bears game last Sunday rather than be at the hospital with her while she delivered his son. Are you kidding me? What sort of idiot actually would be put out to miss a stupid football game because of the birth of his child? And what sort of idiot is she for supporting that sort of behaviour?
I realize my husband & I are not sports people and you never find a football or baseball game playing on our TV, so I will never understand someone's obsession over watching someone else play a sport! I mean, even the actual athletes take time off to be at the birth of their child, don't they?! And the woman is so proud of how much she loves her husband to give him "... this one opportunity that he might never have again in his life?" Sure...babies are born every day, but the Bears playing in the NFL Championships, that's the once in a lifetime opportunity!
Ah, the priorites are clearly in place here!

Let me simply state for the record...if my husband even harbored a thought of being anywhere but beside me at the hospital while I deliver his child that I've already carried around for 9 months, he'd learn a whole new meaning to "foot balls"!

No One Mourns the Wicked...

Today is a very special day for my daughter & I as we not only are going to be spending the evening together in Chicago, but we're going to see WICKED again! It was an awesome Christmas gift from her paternal grandparents that I get to benefit from as well! (woo hoo!) Even better is that the tickets are 2nd row dress circle! She is giddy beyond words, and I have to admit I am a little bit too! We'll head down to Chi-town, do some wandering around the shops & dinner before heading to the Oriental Theatre for the show. If you haven't had a chance to see it, do...its a fabulous production! And I have to say I'm looking forward to a "girl's night" with my kidlet before "tad" makes his own debut.

Additionally, I have to thank all of my friends who gave me kind encouragement & advice regarding breastfeeding. Again, if anyone else had words of wisdom, they are definately welcomed! I feel so fortunate to have friends who I know are wise in so many ways!

*UPDATE* Wicked was wickedly wonderful! The kidlet & I had a lovely evening in the city, even had time to wander Macy's (the original fabulous Marshall Fields building) across the street to take in the Tiffany ceilings and other delights. We had a great night out, had amazing seats, and good company! Unfortunately I had to be up bright & early for work this morning. Tomorrow is my first baby shower though, so I'm looking forward to that!!

Au Natural

This week's doctors appointments revealed that I'm fine and haven't gained alot, baby is fine and as of this morning weighs in around 4 lb. 15 oz. In 2 weeks my doctor will tenatively schedule the day & time of my C-section. Two weeks after that he'll reassess & confirm. So basically, we can probably plan on meeting our new son sometime in the next 5-6 weeks. (I'm secretly hoping for Feb. 20th so he'll be a Mardi Gras baby!)

My doctor didn't have me take any of the prenatal classes, but I'd like to try to breastfeed for awhile. I wasn't able to with my daughter, so this too is a whole new experience for me. However, the only class being offered at the hospital is after my due date! So, I'm seeking advice from other readers/bloggers out there. Help! Give me your advice, insight, talents, etc. on entering into the milky way!

Counting down...

So I have about 6 weeks of pregnancy left. I can hardly believe time has gone by so fast, but here we are only weeks away from holding our new son in our arms. Amazing to think about...overwhelming at best. The nursery is all set up & waiting. Walls have been painted (a lovely warm yellow), crib is made & set (with a cute bedding set of safari animals), dresser is put together (and already has several outfits inside), changing table has some diapers & wipes in the drawer (though I still need a changing pad & cover), and the bookshelf has some toys and books gracing the shelves. Whew. Now we wait. My showers are set for the next couple of Sundays, and I'm terribly excited about that! I just hope everything goes smoothly & without worry. (Ha, yeah not worry!)
Otherwise nothing new to tell. Life is rather slow & dull right now...and for once I'm not complaining about that.

Hey Baby, Baby...

The first week of the new year has been stressful, to say the least. Hubby and I have both been working lots of extra hours, despite being short week. Kidlet has been back to school. Crazy random things have happened (like one of the boards of our bed falling off at midnight last night) , people's emotions have been running high and I've been on the receiving end of it. (Let's just say the ex hasn't been the most pleasant person to deal with this week.) And the biggest thing that has been stressing me out? Diapers. I know, I know the baby isn't even here yet, but the lack of diapers, wipes and stupid little necessity items like that have totally been freaking me out! I've also decided to plan ahead and take advantage of "Dinner by Design" and go prepare some meals to have during that first week or two after the little one gets here. But between exhaustion, hormones, and my own stress I think I'm losing my mind. Am I crazy or has the placenta eaten my brain?