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"Solid" Food

SithSnoopy — Sun, 11 May 2008 21:15:30 GMT

Well, Logan has started "Solid" food. :) I've only been brave enough to feed it to him once. Need to feed him some more tonight, get this into a trend... And my skin cancer scar is looking much better. My dermatologist rocks. :) Logan has started trying to hold his bottle on his own. He's such a smart little guy. :) Ok, got to go pick up dog poo while Logan looks like he's happy watching the Baby channel. :)

Latest and Greatest

SithSnoopy — Sat, 26 Apr 2008 22:04:10 GMT

So, I survived, thank the Lord, the kidney infection. That was February's great event, LOL. March was finding out the spot I was concerned about was indeed cancer. But just basal cell. It's a malignant, but very slow moving cancer that I think mostly sticks to your skin, and doesn't try to get anywhere else. I think. Someone please correct me. So, in March it was biopsied. And I had a stitch on my forehead to close up the biopsy. And sometime in March I found a daycare place I liked. Logan goes there June 30th. Meanwhile, my Father-in-Law is watching Logan while I'm back at work. Which I started at the end of March. :) So, April 23rd I had the cancer removed. It was this multiple stage process. They slice a piece off of your forehead -- after first giving you shots of Novocain in your forehead, which, by the way, hurts. But is better than feeling the cutting. Then they send you into the waiting room while another dude looks at the slide to see if there are any cancers on the edge of the slice. If not, you're done. If so, the other dude tells the doctor where to keep slicing. There are a ton of other people sitting in the queue in the waiting room waiting to either start getting sliced, get another slice, or hear they're done. They all wear bandages on their heads. I felt like I should write the number down on top of my bandage for what slice I was on. It was like being in a weird bandage club, LOL. Eventually, when your turn in the queue comes up, you get called back in. If you are lucky, it's to have the hole in your head stitched up or cauterized or whatever they can do to it. If unlucky, it's to get more novocain shots, and to have another slice taken from some quadrant, hopefully just on one edge of your growing wound. Well, I hit 4 slices. :P It was a bit discouraging. And the needles started to hurt a little worse as they were being pushed into flesh that was getting REALLY TENDER. However, I got to watch all of Beowulf on my laptop while in the waiting room, LOL. :) Anyway, I got to the doctor a little before 8am, and I didn't escape until a little after 3pm, with about 10 stitches in my forehead. It was difficult, but the dermatologist managed to close up the wound. It looked a little like Lake Tahoe, LOL. Now my forehead kinda looks like Frankenstein's monster, in the sense of being ugly stitches. ;) Stitches HURT. I am being careful not to move my eyebrows alot, LOL. But hopefully the scar won't be too bad. I get the stitches removed next Thursday. Thank God, they got it all. Whew. :) I will eventually post pictures. Because, you know, you all want to be grossed out, right? ;) Meanwhile, Logan is doing well. My husband is doing well, although badly needs a vacation. I'm surviving... work is almost LIKE a vacation, as I get to use my brain and hang out with adults again, LOL. :) Logan has learned how to roll over, but not how to roll back. He has learned how to blow raspberries. ;) He is almost sitting up. And he and I play hand-grabbing games when I'm breast feeding him in bed, and he needs a break from feeding. :) He's almost 5 months old, but is already wearing 6 month clothing. Anything new I purchase him will be in the 9 month or 12 month size, as he's growing pretty fast, and it's better to err on the large size with him, LOL! He's 17 pounds. Hope everyone here is doing well. Sorry I haven't been online in ages and ages. Just so danged busy!!!

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

SithSnoopy — Tue, 18 Dec 2007 07:50:51 GMT

Inspired by Lizzer to do this one... 1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Paper. 2. Real tree or artificial? Real. Then at New Years, we chop it up into little pieces (after detrimming) and burn it one careful highly-flammable piece at a time. Although, this year, due to Logan, we probably won't have time for a tree. Or Xmas shopping, for that matter!!! 3. When do you put up the tree? Usually within 2 weeks of Xmas. 4. When do you take the tree down? New Years Eve. 5. Do you like eggnog? As long as there isn't any rum in it. 6. Favorite gift received as a child? Legos. 7. Do you have a nativity scene? 2 if them. 8. Hardest person to buy for? Any adults. 9. Easiest person to buy for? Kids. 10. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? Anything purely decorative that feels "homey" and goes on a wall. Prefer candles for decorations. 11. Mail or email Christmas cards? Both, but probably not this year. 12. Favorite Christmas Movie? A Charlie Brown Xmas, plus Badder Santa. 13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? Normally late November. 14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Nope. 15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Cookies. 16. Clear lights or colored on the tree? Colored. 17. Favorite Christmas song? Anything from A Charlie Brown Christmas, or by Manheim Steamroller. 18. Travel for Christmas or stay at home? Stay home. 19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeers? Maybe. 20. Angel on the tree top or a star? Star. 21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or Morning? Eve. 22. Most annoying thing about this time of year? Commercialism, crowds. 23. What I love most about Christmas? The magical feeling of the seasobn, and the birth of Jesus.

Oatmeal the wrong way

SithSnoopy — Mon, 17 Dec 2007 00:08:38 GMT

Hubby makes me some oatmeal. Claims he makes it the wrong way. Me: "You can't make oatmeal the wrong way... it's foolproof." Him: "Yeah, well, you'll see." Last time he made it for me, I had problems finishing it. But I think that was because I was either in the middle of the headache of death from Friday, or was dead tired, or something. He brings it in to me. I start eating... It's.... it's... kindof a little too chewy. Oh, it's not quite cooked all the way! Me: "Uhm, how did you make this oatmeal?" Him: "It's wrong, isn't it? Told you I make it the wrong way. I poured boiling water over it." "Oh. I usually just poor water over it and slap both into the microwave for 1 minute." "Yeah, the instructions say to cook it and the water at the same time, but..." "Wow. You DO make oatmeal the wrong way!!!!"

A bird in the bathroom is worth... huh?

SithSnoopy — Mon, 17 Dec 2007 00:07:11 GMT

So, Saturday 12/15/2007, in the morning, I've just put Logan back into his bassinet after feeding and/or changing. I stop to read a little bit before closing my eyes for more sleep. I see movement out of the corner of my eyes. It's small. And fast. And too high up for dogs. And it's in the bathroom. A bird has found it's way into the bathroom through the hole in the screen. And it's bouncing back and forth in a panic between our bathroom mirrors and the bathroom window... but unfortunately, not the screen part of the window. Rather the bright, lighted frosted glass to no-where part, that birdy doesn't understand is a solid object. I head into the bathroom, and close the door. I don't want the bird escaping into the bedroom and pooping all over everything, especially Logan!!! I grab a plastic bag on the floor and put it over my hand inside-out, and proceed to chase the poor thing all over. And I'm barefoot, which I didn't think of in time before I went in there. The bird hides between all our crap on the counter, occasionally leaving it's own crap there as well. And flies behind the toilet. And flies into the trash can on top of the toilet.(1) And flies up onto the shelves above the toilet. And towards the door, where it sees a crack under the door that it might squeeze through. And as I try to corner it by the door, it flies between my legs. I can feel it's feathers brush my legs as it swoops past, and mentally tick off something else I'll need to wash once I'm done, LOL! Finally, it flies towards the trash can on top of the toilet a 2nd time. I check, but that's not where it is. Oh, it's somewhere under the toilet. In the toilet brush holder!!! I snag that, and make sure the lid is secure, and walk out with my trapped birdy. Hubby is passed out, having taken "smelly hippie"(2) to ensure a good night's sleep. I wake him briefly, to show him that I've captured a bird, explaining that it was flying back and forth between the window and the mirror, slowly bashing itself to death. I explain there's probably bird doo on the floor, and the counter next to the sink, so to be careful until I get it cleaned up. Then I take it outside and release it. Hubby passes back out. I come back in, and rinse off feet and legs. I know I should have used soap, but was so tired by that time, I gave up. I crawled back into bed. Tired hubby gets up a few hours later and wanders into the kitchen. Looking for bird doo there, LOL! And seeing none, assumes I've already cleaned it up. But is at a loss to understand why the bird was banging from the mirror near thew front door, all the way to the sliding glass door in the living room. :) [The sliding glass door also has a screen door with a big hole in it.] We're both so tired, neither of us has made sense or understood each other for a couple of weeks, LOL!!! (1) If you have dogs, you probably understand the necessity of keeping bathroom trash cans on top of the toilet. :) If you don't... nevermind... (2) Smelly Hippie is what we call Unisom. There's an episode of Futurama where Lur of Omicron Persei 8 eats a hippie that's got some pot or something in his system. At one point, Lur says something to the effect of, "Whoa... this hippie's starting to kick in!!!!" :)

Doctor, Doctor, give me the news...

SithSnoopy — Sun, 16 Dec 2007 23:13:26 GMT

So, Tuesday 12/11/2007 I went to see my ObGyn for some various concerns. My c-section incision was oozing quite a bit. No fever though. My back was hurting, and I almost felt like maybe I had a UTI (Urinary Trace Infection). And most importantly, my blood pressure was through through the roof. So, the nurse practitioner looked at my incision. It wasn't infected, and it's designed to heal from the innermost incision to the outermost. And they leave room so that any fluids that need to ooze out can ooze out. So, instead of the flimsy 4x4 inch squares of gauze, we were advised to use a pad to catch the fluids. So now I'm wearing 2 pads per pair of painties, in a kind of t-square formation... one to catch the "lochia", and one to catch the ooze. The nurse also re-taped the incision. But the tape lasted as long as the tape lasted last time: about 2 hours! Told hubby not to re-tape it a 3rd time. Waste of effort. :) Using my pregger SI-belt to hold 2nd pad in place over the incision. Peed in a cup for the UTI test. Came back negative. Wee! And noticed something really cool: I could aim alot better now, LOL! W/O baby in the way in my belly, I actually could almost see what I was doing. :) Blood pressure was still bad. Was told that, at next visit Thursday of next week, if it was still bad, would be sent to someone to look into getting treatment for high blood pressure. My blood pressure during the tail end of the pregnancy kept going up. I guess I managed to get gestational high blood pressure. Theoretically, it will hopefully clear itself up a month from delivery, unless it's decided to become a problem for me in my non-pregger state. So, went back home. A couple of days go by, and I feel short of breath. Call my ObGyn. I figure the shortness of breath is because my ObGyn had to practically sit on my tummy to push Logan down towards the c-section incision. [He was still way too far up... hadn't dropped down hardly at all. 42 weeks, and the kid had NO intention of leaving, LOL!] ObGyn says that I need to go to the ER. No!!!!!! Not the hospital AGAIN!!!! Sigh. She also says to pick up another pain prescription from her office on the way. She had given me 2 refills on her original prescription, on a special prescription pad that allows for the scary pain meds to be prescribed with refills, but the pharmacy had still decided to limit it to one filling per prescription on the medication due to some law. But again, the prescription pad my ObGyn used should have taken care of that law as far as refills were concerned. BTW, if I've got typo's galore here, please forgive me. Although my hips are feeling better, and I haven't had any real water retention or any heart burn to speak of, I STILL CAN'T FEEL MOST OF MY FINGERS. It's worse in my right hand. Sigh. So, Thursday, 12/13/2007, we pack Logan into his car seat (for his 3rd car ride since his birth), and head off to first my ObGyn's, then the ER. At the ER, they check my blood pressure, draw a bunch of blood, take my temp, ask me a bunch of questions, etc. I try to regurgitate all of my symptoms. It's hard when you aren't allowed to eat or drink anything because results from tests might send you in for surgery, LOL! Blood sugar was tanking. Thankfully, Logan slept through everything, and so never needed feeding. They gave me a CT scan to check for blood clots. Didn't find anything. Ended up very happily being sent home after being given a blood pressure med to take right then, then another for the morning. Told to see ObGyn next day so she could either prescribe the same med, or something else. Felt better, but tired. Next morning, got up early 'cause wasn't sure when would see ObGyn. Called ObGyn, explained ER wanted me to see her today. Took shower. Fed/changed baby, ate stuff. Got into ObGyn just before noon. Splitting headache. Blood pressure still pretty high. Showed ObGyn results. She talked to another doctor. Ended up with another prescription. Told to go back to ER if headache got worse or didn't go away. And to stay in bed for the next 4 days, except for Logan's doc appointment Monday. And to come in again on Tuesday. Hubby took me and Logan home, then went back out with grocery list I'd given him and prescriptions to fill. I pretty much slept most of 12/14/2007 away, except for feeding/changing Logan. I was running from that headache. Around 7 or 9pm, woke up and the bloody thing was finally GONE. Thank you, Lord!!! So, have been waited on hand and feet. During the whole ER experience, was worried about what parents were going to think. While I was in the hospital having 2 days of unsuccessful inducement, they flashed back to when I was a sick little kid, and they'd take me to the hospital once a year for a week at a time, to have the doctor's check on me and see how I was surviving. [Doc's thought I had a genetic disease that either God healed me of, or God decided I didn't have, LOL! I may in fact have just been sickly due to being born puny, 6 weeks premature, and never getting breast fed. Latter was not my Mom's fault, however.] So, they are flashing back to when they were feeling helpless to help me. Mom's got congestive heart failure, and is nearly 80. Dad's nearly 86. If some stress takes Mom out, Dad is likely to follow from losing Mom. Have been trying to keep them from seeing me in pain. Didn't think they could handle it. Didn't want the delivery to be the death of them!!! So there I was, in the ER. Hoping that they weren't worrying too much about me. I was stressed out. I wasn't doing "calm blue ocean" very well right then. But I've been trying to learn how to maintain the calm blue ocean thing. Like, when I was in the hospital earlier for the inducement/c-section, I really didn't have the luxury to feel sorry for myself that I was getting poked with twelve billion needles. Remembering how I used to be terrified of needles, and how that was caused by being traumatized as a little kid, wasn't going to be productive towards my surviving delivery. Honestly, instead, I've been enjoying how I'm no LONGER terrified of needles. I'm still a bit spooked by hospitals, but I was also enjoying the fact that I trusted that everyone there was on my side, and had no intention of hurting me, or allowing me to be in pain if they could help it. I guess you could say that I was enjoying having a positive hospital experience rather than allowing self-pity to come into play about how I was justified in being scared or angry at having to suffer through the hospital again in my life. I'd like to take credit for my more positive attitude, but I figure it's God, plus hubby's training, plus Zoloft and alot of kind people drawing my blood that have turned things around for me, LOL! Ok, that and the birthing classes making me ready for what to expect. :) Anyway, I've been trying to not react to crisis's with panic, but rather with calm blue ocean attitude. Whether the crisis is my own or someone else's. Not always doing it well. But have seen some improvement. And ironically, I want my parents to do the same. Sigh. They understandably responded with, "well, now that you have your own child, you understand how we can still worry about you". They sorta missed the point, LOL! Because of their health, they can't really indulge that worry. They can be concerned, but it needs to be calm concern. 'Cause I want them to be around for a few more Christmases, damnit!!! :) Anyway, things have been very weird. But thank God, Logan's health has appeared to be really good. Would rather I be the sickly one than him, anyday. :) Now if me and hubby could just catch up on our REM sleep...

Communication Skills

SithSnoopy — Thu, 13 Dec 2007 03:57:38 GMT

So, my Sister called at 9:30am to make sure we'd not open some boxes she was sending for Logan for Xmas. Now, we're using the time from, uhm, sunrise to noon in order to catch up on our REM sleep due to feeding/changing Logan all night long. So the phone ringing in the bedroom meant we were scrambling to answer it before the ringing could wake Logan up. After I talked to my Sister, hubby got up to turn the heat on as he thought it was too cold for Logan. Then he came back into the bedroom. "Love, could you turn the phone off?" "You want me to turn off the fan?" "Yes, it's going to wake Logan." "Ok......" I put my head back on the pillow. Hubby turns off the FAN. I look up at the sudden lack of white noise. "Why did you turn the FAN off?" "You told me to..." "No, the phone!!! The phone!" :) We were both so tired, we both got the exhaustion giggles. :)

I cried Saturday because:

SithSnoopy — Tue, 11 Dec 2007 21:06:01 GMT

I cried Saturday because: 1. I was desperately tired. 2. Husband needed to sleep at home Saturday night in order to be rested enough to take me home Sunday. And my post-partum hormones were kicking in big time. And I missed him. [He'd stayed over Friday night, but had gotten practically no sleep.] 3. Got confused about some instructions on tapes I could watch. Thought first tape would key rest of tapes, but it didn't. Then realized that the total number of tapes I could view was 23! No way I could watch them all. Felt overwhelmed, watched only 3. Realized later that, due to exhaustion, I was both misunderstanding the instructions (most people can just watch tape #1 and it's enough to help them survive taking baby home, LOL!), and also that I wasn't being very logical in thinking they'd tell me about all these educational tapes 1 day before leaving the hospital, and then expect me to watch all 23 hours or so, LOL! 4. Saturday evening, they told me that Logan had lost over 10% of his birth weight. My milk hadn't come in yet. But I didn't realize that was why. I thought I hadn't been breast feeding him ENOUGH, that I'd been being a wimp in wanting more sleep, etc. And then was just horrified that he was losing too much weight. They wanted to supplement him with some formula after my breast feeding sessions. 5. Saturday morning, my ObGyn told me I could go home Saturday if I wanted to, instead of waiting for my original check out day of Sunday. But hubby was worried about me and wanted me to stay in one more day. Plus he didn't have the emotional resources to take me home Saturday. And anyway, Logan was circumcised Saturday morning, and the pediatrician wanted him to stay in the hospital one more day. Anyway, got my hopes up and then crushed them. Was really really wanting to go home, LOL! 6. Nurses told me that I had to make sure hubby understood that I'd had MAJOR SURGERY, and would need help with everything. That I could only lift objects <= Logan's weight, and really only Logan. [I'd told them that hubby had been a little irritated that I'd taken Ambien Friday night, while he slept over with me, and so he felt overwhelmed trying to both get rest and get me to wake up enough to feed Logan every 3 hours.] I felt like hubby was being criticized for having gone home to get sufficient rest Saturday night. And I knew hubby was doing his damndest to be there for me. [And he STILL is.] And I couldn't decide if I felt guilty for sending him home Saturday evening, or guilty for wanting him there with me, LOL! And I sure as HELL wasn't calling him to let him know I was cratering and having a crying fit. Then he wouldn't sleep at all. Nurses peeled me off the wall, calmed me down. Baby stayed in nursery and was brought in for feedings. Watched a funny movie, under nurses orders, and chilled. Blood pressure went down a bit. Nose finally unstuffed, and could breath so I could sleep. And damn, I had needed to cry. I hadn't cried at all since I'd gotten into the hospital. I was trying to tough out all the stress. And I guess I just hit the wall. Today I have to go back to see the ObGyn as my c-section incision has opened up too much. Yikes. And my blood pressure is still really high. Weeee... c-sections are so much fun! :)

Home Safe, update for 12/10/07

SithSnoopy — Tue, 11 Dec 2007 05:27:38 GMT

I'm behind several updates. Logan was born December 5th at 3:10pm via C-section, after 2 days of unsuccessful induction attempts using 3 different medications. Wee!!! He was 8 pounds 3 ounces, 20 inches long. Due to the fact that they had given me morphine to help me cope with the long, unsuccessful inducement (went from 1 centimeter to a full 1.5 centimeters, whoo-hoo! :) ), he was born pretty danged sleepy. Husband watched procedure. I was thankfully kept unaware via a blue sheet. When they broke my water through the incision, it reminded hubby of the water fountain at the Bellagio, LOL! He said first it squirted up 3 feet. He's since said it was 4. I think it's getting higher each time he tries to remember the scene. He got to see my abdominal cavity. I'm glad I didn't see anything during the procedure, but I almost wish we'd recorded it so I could watch it once, then burn the evidence, LOL! Several days in the hospital later, with lots of education and emotional / physical support from the nurses/doctors, they released us from the hospital on Sunday December 9th. That was way more of a production that I had thought it would be. And then, getting home, and letting the dogs sniff me and make sure I was ok (after I'd been gone since Monday morning almost a week ago) was also a production. Then Logan wanted to be fed, changed, etc. Dogs got kicked out, w/o getting to meet him for a while. They about went nuts. And my blood pressure had been running high. And then I realized my pain meds were wearing off, which might account at that moment for the feeling that my blood pressure was through the roof. And since they'd removed the staples Saturday, my incision was bleeding. Weee... just alot of stress even at home. Hubby called his parents in to babysit me and Logan while he went to get pain meds at the pharmacy, as well as gauze to put over my incision. Before he left, though, he fed me and called the hospital and various doctors. Basically, he had to take care of an invalid AND a baby. Well, I was doing the breast feeding, LOL! His parents came over and talked to me and kept me company while he picked up my meds. His parents came over later that evening also for moral support, LOL! Saturday night, in the hospital, I finally lost it. Too much stimulation/information, too little sleep. Nurses had to pull me off the walls. Had a good serious crying fit. And then I finally had gotten those damned post-partum hormones weeped out, and I was SO much better. Sigh. Hubby has been awesome. He's taken over on scheduling doc appointments, on feeding me, on chores, etc. I think we're going to make it, but it is a pretty stressful experience, LOL! Worth it, though. :) Finally figured out how to wake Logan for his feeding sessions. Cold, wet feet. Diaper wipes work great for that. Now if we can figure out how to get him to calm down and go back to sleep! :) And my milk finally came in. And with that, Logan has been voracious!!! Ok, got to click submit before he starts crying again, LOL! Oh, the dogs finally met him. They keep checking him when he cries. I can't help but think they want to give me advice: "what are you doing? No, do it like this!!!"

Home, 12/9/2007

SithSnoopy — Mon, 10 Dec 2007 07:56:21 GMT

Made it home. Typing w/1 hand. More later.

Logan Kendrick last-name-omitted born by caesarian 12/5/2007 3:10pm!

SithSnoopy — Sat, 08 Dec 2007 03:01:02 GMT

Logan Kendrick last-name-omitted Son of Packetbasher and Snoopy. 8 pounds, 3 ounces, 20 inches. Born by caesarian Wednesday, 12/5/2007, 3:10pm. I will put a pic(s) up on my Tribe page soon. I'm dead tired, LOL! Inducement for 2 days only got me from 1 centimeter to 1.5 centimeters! Yikes. That's after trying 3 different inducement medications. So they gave up and did a caesarian. Boy, is my tummy sore! Logan and hubby and I are doing fine. :) God has been watching over us. Matter of fact, I'm healing pretty quick from the c-section. Logan and I are in the hospital until Sunday afternoon. :) -- Snoopy, Friday evening 12/7/2007, 7:00pm.

12/4/2007, 10:45pm. I. WANT. CHOCOLATE.

SithSnoopy — Wed, 05 Dec 2007 06:42:52 GMT

Ok, pain's getting worse, and kindof hanging on in a low-level way. I want fentonal. And Reesus peanut-butter cups. And a Wendy's cheeseburger. And a LARGE order of salty, oily french fries. Starting to get some slight cold sweats. Chocolate ice cream would be good too. And chocolate milk shakes. And chocolate sodas. Oooooh... and about 3 coca colas. And some mac and cheese. Why do I feel voracious???

12/4/2007 9pm Still being induced.

SithSnoopy — Wed, 05 Dec 2007 05:20:05 GMT

Well, 2 doses of something to soften the cervix have left it a little softer, but still at 1 cm. Or at least, at noon today, it was still 1cm. Now on picotin (spelling?!?!?) to induce contractions and also open up the cervix. Started that around noon today. Have had some contractions... was almost getting repetitive, with ones every 6 minutes. But not quite happening right now. They were ironically really low on the pain scale. Freaking me out. Was expecting to be pretty much speaking in blasphemous tongues, spinning my head 360 degrees around, and projectile vomiting green bile at this point, LOL! [And that's as much of the movie The Exorcist as I can even remotely stand to remember, LOL!] But they have been really nice and easy. It makes me feel like they are just making me a little too relaxed so they can jump me later! :) But this is what IS hurting: the kid is trying to DIG his way out, I SWEAR!!! I keep looking down and going, "Ouch! Hey, cut it out! Let my cervix open up first!" 2 weeks being cooked extra... the little bugger has got nails, I know it. And he's definitely SCRATCHING. Yikes. OUCH. They keep upping the picotin dosage every hour or so. And they will check my cervix at midnight, and if it's still closed, will give me some medication to open it up, while still keeping me on the picotin. So, still preggers. And have a picotin drip and saline drip attached. And the baby monitor cables. Weeee. Hubby setup an ad-hoc network that I can reach through his computer. His computer is hooked up to the internet via his phone. So as long as he's here, I have network access. Yea!!!! :) But don't count on it. Things may change. It was funny, because he was asking me, "are you trying to access bleah"? Uh, no, I was trying to access something else... So then he password-protected his ad-hoc network, and we both started laughing as we realized the people out there who had briefly had Internet-Love, and were now DENIED, LOL!!! Thank you all of you for all your words of encouragement. :) Can't believe all the VERY COOL friends I've made online. :) You guys ROCK. :)

12/3/2007 In the hospital

SithSnoopy — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 02:43:32 GMT

This morning, the doctor determined my water was a little low. So I was walked over to the hospital. I looked at the nurse pathetically and asked if I could go home first and grab my bags, etc., LOL! Nope. Husband had to rescue my car. They've given me stuff to dilate my cervix. I'm here until Logan comes out. Been here since 10am-ish. Seen both sets of grandparents. I won't often have internet access. There is no wi-fi... using husband's laptop to type this, and his laptop is using his cell phone for internet access. So my laptop is just going to be for playing movies. I feel weirdly disconnected, LOL! I need my internet fix, damnit! Anyway, whenever I'm able, will keep you guys informed. :) I may be here a LONG while. Sigh.

Still preggers 12/2/2007 1:30pm, plus spooked myself

SithSnoopy — Sun, 02 Dec 2007 21:30:34 GMT

I am now officially... uhm... 11 days late. And I recently (within the last week) learned that mortality rates for babies suddenly go up past 42 weeks. [I'm being induced at the 42 week mark if he hasn't come out before then.] So, I sleep in all kinds of weird patterns. I slept from 8:30pm to midnight, got up, was up until 5am, came to bed. Around 5:30am Logan stopped running laps. I was lying on my right side, which sometimes feels a little funny, like maybe that was where the cord is hooked up. Sometimes I've felt my heart start working harder, like maybe Logan is squishing the cord on that side. So, Logan was running laps. Then suddenly he just stops. Like he's done, he can sleep now. But my first thought was "he ran out of oxygen, he's going to be stillborn!" I started patting my belly. Then kindof moving my belly around. Then moved to my left side to get him "off the cord", assuming he was on it. Then majorly thumping my belly, poking my belly, shaking my belly around. Kid wouldn't move. Logan was probably in there, lying there quietly, going, "WTF??? I'm trying to sleep here... what the hell is she doing?!?" Husband woke up to me patting belly and then stopping and waiting quietly to feel something. I sent him out to the garage for the stethoscope*. He came back once w/o finding it, went back out when I told him where I thought it was. By that time, Logan had started squirming, because I'd given up on poking and prodding, and now Logan was all like giving me his thoughts on waking him up, LOL! Tried to find the heartbeat using the stethoscope. But couldn't find his heartbeat. And learned that getting frustrated and slapping the stethoscope onto the next location of my stomach (in my search pattern) was kindof jarring on my ears, LOL! But he was moving around, and all peeved at me for waking him up. So it was all good. Went to sleep. ;) * The stethoscope was in the garage because, of course, that's where everyone stores it, right??!? :) So, a friend gave us her gun safe several months ago, and we stored the huge thing in the garage. She couldn't remember the combination, but was pretty sure she knew the first and last numbers. We tried to break into it, and had no luck after a LONG time of trying. We wanted to (a) be able to use it, and (b) return her guns!!! The gun safe was never registered when it was purchased, so there was no-one to call for the combo!!! Friend eventually came to stay for a few days, and tried to break into it herself. We also tried to get someone to come out and break into it for us, but w/o proof of ownership, for some reason (LOL), they balked! There was a little ID code on a piece of metalic paper that was stuck to the safe, but the metalic paper got majorly munged when the safe was moved, so couldn't even use that to ID the safe!!!! Safe was moved to our friend's house on Friday. She can now sit there in her garage, trying to crack it open in her copious free time, LOL! This whole event made my husband post something on his blog about how a free safe is never free, LOL!!! I think I did the same... have to find the links, but whatever... :) Anyway, Logan is fine. I've been pretty good about not having pregger panic, but I guess the whole idea that I really COULD over-bake Logan is starting to work on my brain. :)

Still preggers 12/1/2007 7am, plus Vader PEZ Dispensers

SithSnoopy — Sat, 01 Dec 2007 14:53:17 GMT

My friend Radioactive Jam http://radioactivejam.com/blog/ found the scavenger item I suggested, a Darth Vader PEZ Dispenser http://radioactivejam.com/blog/?p=873 . I honestly wasn't sure one existed, but I figured if Snoopy PEZ dispensers existed (they do... I own one... uhm... somewhere around here... guess I should post a picture), then surely a Vader PEZ dispenser also exists. ;) I'm embarrassed to say that I only just realized he'd found my suggested item. I.E., he found it almost a week ago, but thanks to this whole pregnancy thing, I've been rather oblivious, LOL! I'm currently up right now, having risen a little after 4:30am after a bout of pregger heartburn, followed by the ever-present pregger need-to-pee, followed also then by the need to have several sneezing fits in an attempt to clear my sinuses of all the phlegm that my pregger body likes to accumulate when I sleep. Basically, I'm a sneezing, peeing, burning monster, but thankfully I have chocolate (in the form of miniature Reesus Peanut Butter Cups), so I haven't killed anyone yet. ;) People keep telling me that it's all going to be ok, that Logan will arrive soon. Although there are many aspects of pregnancy that I'm really done experiencing, I realize I'm not actually in any extreme hurry to end this whole thing. I've enjoyed the extra time to rest and nest and prepare. I don't want to over-bake the kid, but I haven't been in a hurry to rush to the hospital and do the deed. And a part of me -- a very small, weird part -- will actually miss being pregnant. It's a truly bizarre but amazing experience. This does NOT mean I'm already ready to start working on kid #2, LOL! Once I get my body back, it will probably take alot to talk me into doing this a 2nd time. ;) So, did have some signs last night that the kid is thinking of packing up his stuff and exiting prior to the eviction date of December 5th. I wasn't feeling so hot yesterday evening... or rather, I was feeling pretty cold. Having the heater on, the fire going, and blankets didn't seem to help right away. And I sorta felt like I was having cramps, but mostly I just felt really tired, and like my tummy was in solid-basketball-mode. Lay down for a bit, got warmed up, then managed to get back up to go out and continue seeing the PS3 demo hubby's friend was giving us. :) I think I must have overdone things yesterday morning, with the doc appointment and then the grocery shopping, and insisting on not having help with putting the groceries in the car. [But then, bringing on labor from dropping 24-packs of water into the trunk would NOT be a bad thing at this point.] Am feeling much better at the moment. Maybe I should go lift some more 24-packs. ;) So the PS3 demo: got to see a ton of hubby's friend's games. Included were: Heavenly Sword Warhawk Ratchet and Clank Folklore MotorStorm Resistance: Fall of Man Assassins Creed I'm not sure which one floats my boat best. They were all VERY VERY PRETTY. :) Resistance felt a bit like Halo 3. Warhawk felt like Halo 3 online, LOL! You definitely use alot of the same skills. I do know I'm still totally jonesing for Grand Theft Auto 4 when it comes out. We don't own a PS3 yet, but it will be out for the XBox 360, so that's ok. But then again, some of the games in the above list were nifty enough to warrant the purchase of a PS3, so... Heh. Maybe our old PS2 can go into the baby's room for playing DVDs and my old Spyro 2 game. ;) Of course, hubby's friend has already been heavily exposed at our house to Guitar Hero for the XBox 360. ;) Not sure if hubby's friend has seen Halo 3 yet for the XBox 360, although he's played 1 and 2. Hubby wants to borrow 1 and 2 to play the back-story, since he's already finished Halo 3. Well, almost: he finished Halo 3 in normal mode, and now has been fighting it in Legendary mode. But he's lost a bit of his impetus, thanks in part to the purchase of Guitar Hero, and the fact that he's "Flooded out" right now, LOL. [If you play Halo 3, you know what I mean by being Flooded out. ;) ] I've played a little Halo 3, mostly alongside hubby, and mostly trying to be the reason hubby can re-spawn. If you play in 2 player mode, as long as one of you is alive, you can continue the round w/o restarting from the last checkpoint. When one person dies, if the other is still alive, the dead person re-spawns and play can continue. This assumes the other person is any good at staying alive... I'm not, LOL! I've also enjoyed Guitar Hero... and would be playing MORE of it, if I hadn't lost feeling in my right hand's fingers thanks to being pregnant. Strumming the guitar just isn't really comfortable. I'm just glad I can still type reasonably well in spite of it. [At least I'm no longer retaining water in my right ankle... pregnancy side-effects are SO weird.] My hands both feel sore and tight when I try to close them into fists. Freaking weird. Yeah, ok. I'm ready for the kid to be born, LOL! The left hip feeling like it's rubbing bone-against-bone... I could deal with that. I miss walking the dogs, and hobbling around gets a little old, but whatever. Water retention... in only my right ankle? Weird, but could cope. I could mostly deal with my sinuses going from their normal crappy state to the uber-crappy pregnant state. The heartburn... mostly controllable with Zantac and/or Tums and some swearing, so... cool. The peeing when there's barely any pee to pee ("Why does it say 'paper jam' when there is no paper jam?!?"), ok, can deal with that. The kid running laps in my belly... ok, sure. The kid trying to feng shui my organs around... rather uncomfortable, but he doesn't do it ALL the time. Being required to drink a TON of water in spite of the fact that I have a bladder being squished by this kid down to the size of a... hmmm... PEZ dispenser... ok, sure. Seeing doctor's more times in a year than I can shake a stick at: ok, whatever. [The Phlebotomy and Endocrinology departments in one clinic have insisted I bring the kid around after he's born!!!] The back hurting if I try to do dishes... sure, whatever, no biggy. But my hands cramping up? Losing feeling in most of my fingers of my right hand? Ok, I'm done here, LOL! Phew. Well, it's almost 7:00 am. My nose has shut up. I think the heart burn is finally done with me. And it's about time to pee again, LOL. Maybe I can pee and then go back to sleep. :) Good night all. Oh, forgot. Hubby's friend thinks I'll go into labor on Sunday. I've had several different labor-date predictions from online and real-life friends. Not holding my breath, LOL! But then, hubby's friend has made other "predictions" before that have been correct. Hubby's friend doesn't have ESP or anything... he's just really good at seeing where things are going, LOL! So maybe he's right, and I'd better crank the nesting into high-gear today (Saturday) as this might be the last day of pregnancy, LOL! ... but think I'll do that AFTER some more sleep. ;)

doc appt, 11/30/2007 7 pm -- Still pregnant, induction 12/5/2007 6pm

SithSnoopy — Sat, 01 Dec 2007 03:02:11 GMT

Well, he's STILL IN THERE. ;) Saw the ultrasound specialist again. Or rather, a nurse there. First she did the ultrasound. And he's still head down, which is good. ;) I forgot to ask, but I gather my amniotic fluid is still good. [Phew! Thank God.] So, there's this mortality curve that is pretty high during the beginning of the pregnancy... then gets much lower to almost 100% chance of survival through like 30 weeks thru 42 weeks. Then after 42 weeks, it drops off DRASTICALLY. Hence, why doctor's worry about babies running late, and why they are willing to induce labor in order to tackle that scenario. Which is why I'm having a doctor's appointment every 2 days now, LOL. And why, if I hit 42 weeks, that's when he's getting evicted. Here that, kiddo? Better pack it up in there. ;) So, they then recorded his heart beat for a while. Then the nurse came in, took this rattling device, checked that it rattled, and then pressed it to my stomach and rattled it. I had a moment of apprehension before she pressed it to my stomach, not realizing it was just a noise-maker, and that it wasn't, say, going to give me an electric shock, LOL! Basically, it's a pre-natal alarm clock. After using it, Logan was INDEED awake, LOL! And they recorded his awake heartbeat for a while. :) So he's doing well. God is watching out for him. :) Afterwards, I went to the hospital to re-pre-register, LOL. It's been almost a month since I originally pre-registered, so... All they said they needed was my new insurance card. My company, just for grins, is changing my insurance as of 12/1/2007. Just to spice things up and make me worry about what's still going to be covered, LOL. :) Anyway, the hospital now has copies of the new insurance card. And assuming I don't go into labor before midnight tonight, it will be the CORRECT insurance card. ;) Then went through McD's. Scarfed food. Went grocery shopping. Felt my left hip REALLY bugging me. Shuffled back to the car. Declined help in getting stuff to the car: if putting all this stuff into the trunk starts labor, it will be a GOOD THING, LOL! Except for all the frozen food that would thaw and melt while my hubby rushed me to the hospital, LOL. Drove home. Hubby helped me unload. Put crap away. Dragged trash cans back in. Put laundry into the dryer. Took shower to get doctors-office/hospital germs off me. [OCD, OCD, OCD!!!!] Then crawled into bed and slept from about 2:30pm to 6pm, LOL. While I was sleeping, hubby's best friend from childhood came over, and they played Guitar Hero. They are still at it. ;) I'm really glad hubby has this time off, and kinda glad therefore that Logan is running late. Hubby has seriously needed this. It's not the same as being able to run off to Vegas and have a REAL vacation, but still. Oh, and hubby's best friend was able to come over and play XBox as he got laid off over a month ago. Yuck. Hoping he can get a job soon, but that at least he's also enjoying his mini-vacation as well. ;) I kindof liken being laid off as getting that summer vacation we all miss from childhood, LOL. It's a little hard to think of it as that when you're in the middle of it, and scared about finding the next job. If you can treat it as a summer vacation with a little assigned summer reading, it will help you be fresh for the next job. The summer reading is writing your resume, sending it out to a few new companies every day, then enjoying the rest of the day, LOL. :) Yesterday, did a little nesting. Had my niece and her 4 week-old son over. Got to hold him... that was REALLY cool. :) And hubby's best friend came over and played XBox too. ;) Can't remember what else happened... all fuzzy. Days are sorta running together. So, that's what's happening. Doing some grocery-hoarding in preparation, like a squirrel stuffing more nuts into my tree. ;) Doing some nesting. Still have yet more nesting I could do. Weeeeee. And of course sleeping, eating, peeing... basically, other than the nesting/preparation/doc appointments, living the life of a baby, LOL! Soon that will change.

Lost mucus plug. Still pregnant, 11/29/2007 3am; induction Dec 5th 6pm if necessary.

SithSnoopy — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 11:02:52 GMT

About 3 hours ago, I lost my mucus plug. The mucus plug is something that sits in the opening of the cervix. Some women actually lose and rebuild their mucus plugs early during their pregnancy... i.e., they can lose it for a bit, but then they replace it. It's not critical to, say, keeping the water from being broken. It's just an extra cog in the wheel of all the weird things that are pregnancy. I don't think this means delivery is imminent, LOL! But certainly that things are moving forward. Progressing. So what does a mucus plug look like, you ask? Ok, you're not asking, you're actually shuddering in fear that I'll tell you. Skip the text below (between the lines of asterisks) if you don't want to know. Else, read the text for an entirely TMI (too-much-information) moment: **************************************************************** It looked like novelty snot. Like what you might buy at a practical jokes/magic store. No, I'm not kidding. It was white-ish, yellow-ish, clear-ish and looked a little stringy, and acted like it might have some tensile strength to it. Like, if I flipped it against a wall, the entire thing would stick. And if I then tried to pull it loose by just one end, it would slowly peel off and would stay in one piece. Didn't try it. Not into flinging intimate bodily fluids/substances at my walls. And didn't take any pictures, unlike the time much earlier this year where I felt inspired to take a picture of my puke on the lawn after a food poisoning incident. ;) [Picture posted in my outside blog, http://sithsnoopy.blogspot.com. It was an entry posted in February 2007, I believe... maybe March.] **************************************************************** Ok, you're safe now. :) I guess I should hurry up and do some extreme nesting tomorrow morning. Maybe Logan is indeed choosing to come out on the original predicted delivery date of 11/29/2007. He definitely turned his nose up at the corrected delivery date of 11/21/2007... Well, I thought 11/29 was cooler, anyway. 2 prime numbers. :) So's the year, if you omit the "20" part. Else... sigh... 2007 is divisible by 9. :P

Had doc visit. Still pregnant, 11/28/2007 7pm; induction Dec 5th 6pm if necessary

SithSnoopy — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 03:03:02 GMT

Had a 9am appointment with the specialist with the cool extra expensive ultrasound equipment. His nurse checked to ensure the amniotic fluid levels were good (they were), that he was still head down (he is), and then hooked up a heart monitor. I got to lean back and rest in this recliner-like chair while wearing this monitor over my belly, listening to his heart beat. Other than a few times when he squirmed and the monitor therefore lost his heart beat, his recorded heart beat was strong and steady. He's doing really well, thank God, in spite of being cooked an extra week, LOL! I had only fallen asleep sometime after 4:30am, so after the appointment, I crawled back to my car, drove through McD's, ate breakfast on the drive home, hopped back into the shower*, then crawled back into bed at 10:30am. I slept until 4:30pm! "When the sun sets, the Vampire rises from the crypt", LOL! * My OCD was firing, and the idea that my wet, clean hair had been up against the recliner-like chair that other women's hair had been up against, and that I'd had that goop on my stomach, was too much. The warm 2nd shower felt so good, anyway. :) It's 7pm. Trying to decide if I'm going to go into more nesting tonight or not. The recliner at home is rather comfortable, LOL!

Still pregnant, 11/27/2007 3pm, plus induction Dec 5th 6pm if necessary

SithSnoopy — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 23:10:28 GMT

Talked to my ObGyn. Due to her schedule, she can't do an induction until December 5th at 6pm. So if I'm still preggers by then, that's when he's getting kicked out, LOL! That would put him at 2 weeks late from his due date.

Still pregnant: copy of my pregger post on http://sithsnoopy.blogspot.com

SithSnoopy — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 05:54:37 GMT

Monday, November 26, 2007 Weee.... running late in your pregnancy is fun! Last night (Sunday) I ran out of steam and took a nap from 5pm to 7pm. Got up, then had one of those nesting spurts. Ellie's crate top is now doubling as the baby's changing station, and the basinet is now also on my side of the bed. The baby diaper genie thing is setup. Weeee! Progress. Still want to clean and place a bookcase on my side of the bedroom. The baby diaper genie and the trash can need to be on the top shelf. When you have German Shepherds, or any other LARGE dog, it's a good idea to put the trash cans high up out of doggie nose range. That is, unless you like having things like bloody tampons and snot-filled crumpled kleenex's spread around the floor, vigorously chewed on. ;) Got to midnight, and remembered I hadn't taken my prenatal meds yet. Ick. Have to be upright for at least a half hour after taking them. So, took them, then sat up. Had an ObGyn appointment in the morning. Wanted hubby to come with me, as he's taking time off his job right now anyway. Otherwise, he wasn't going to get to see her (ObGyn) until the birth. Told hubby I'd be in bed in a little bit. Then he came out of the bedroom a few minutes later, with stomach cramps. Poor guy was NOT feeling well. He sat up with me, played Guitar Hero, ran to the bathroom a few times. Then we both headed for bed by 1am-ish. Of course, my pregger heartburn kicked in. And my sinuses kept closing up or bleeding due to the pregnancy and lack of moisture in the air. And yet, the post-nasal drip was in fine form, threatening to go down the wrong pipe and make me cough. Oh, and I was also a little stressed about waking up early enough to make it to the ObGyhn. Short story, barely slept all night long. At around 5:30am, I got up to pee, and read a little. It was almost 6am. Realized if I tried to go back to sleep then, I wouldn't be able to get up by 7am to make it to the ObGyn. [Wanted to leave with breakfast having been eaten, dogs fed, fingers pricked... and wanted to have left the house by 8:30am-ish to make sure I made it in time to do the lovely peeing in a cup thing.] So gave up and go up, checked email, let dogs out, fed dogs, pricked fingers, fed me, checked more email, waiting 1 hour, pricked fingers, hit the shower, and left on time but dead tired. Left hubby in bed. He was wiped out from his food poisoning. Told him I had fed and watered the dogs. Got a mumbled response in the affirmative. Made it before 9am for my 9:15am appointment with my ObGyn. Due to the long 4 day weekend, she was backed up with phone calls and other emergencies. So they got me into the exam room sometime around 10:40am. Yikes! Sat there, with no pants, and one of those flimsy paper-lap-covers to maintain my modesty. 10:45am... the nurse comes in. My ObGyn had to run to the hospital to supervise a C-section. She should be back in "15 minutes". I look at the nurse like she's on drugs... 15 minutes? Nah... 30 minimum to run over there, scrub up, get into smock etc., do the job, take all that stuff off, talk to the patient, and run back. Probably more like 45 minutes. I kept thinking I should pee again while I had the chance, but was afraid of being in the bathroom when my ObGyn came back! I knew she was going to be horribly late all day, and didn't want to contribute to that, for her sake and the sake of the rest of her patients. Was given the chance to see a nurse practitioner instead, but considering I was running 5 days late on the due date, felt like I should talk to the doctor directly. I asked the nurse to hand me my cell phone, and texted my husband about the delay. Didn't want to wake him, but if he was up, didn't want him worrying. At 11:35am he called me as he was worrying and hadn't seen the text message, so was glad I'd asked the nurse to hand me the cell. Sometime around 11:40am my ObGyn was back! Over the course of the hour I had sat there, I had figured out exactly how much out of synch my watch, my cell phone, and the clock on the exam room phone were. And I had discovered that, when you are pregnant and running on somewhere between 2 and 4 hours sleep, you CAN become mesmerized watching a clock slowly change. "Oh, wow... the minute changed again." I would have just laid back on the exam table, but pregger heartburn doesn't do horizontal real well. And I was having it pretty badly that morning. ObGyn was very apologetic when she got back. I was just very happy to finally see her, LOL! [And thinking that I maybe need to find a slightly less popular ObGyn, LOL!] So, she found the baby's heart beat. Still good. And then she looked under the hood. And discovered I was 1 centimeter dilated. Could be tonight, could be a week from now. Water not broken. Let me tell you something about having your cervix checked for dilation. If it's not dilated, no big deal. If it is, the person checking it is going to stick their finger (or more fingers) in it to guestimate how dilated you are. I wasn't expecting the finger IN the cervix. Kindof like the Spanish Inquisition. Or at least, I wasn't expecting what it would feel like. When she put that finger in there, I levitated off the exam table! If she wanted me to move to the left, or right, or to start revealing national secrets, I would have been all over it. I felt like a cow with a nose ring being led around! :) And I yiped. It didn't exactly hurt that bad or anything... it was just REALLY unexpected, LOL! She held my hand with her free hand while she finished poking around. I didn't really need that, but I think in part it was so she could keep me from squirming away from her hand while she kept poking and prodding, LOL! So, she told me the news. 1 centimeter. Water not broken. Today, tomorrow, a week from now. That everything was ok. I had told her about not sleeping well the night before, and that I had had heartburn. And that I had also had bad heartburn while sitting in the waiting room and exam room. Ick. Didn't think to bring Tums with me, and no-one in the office had any... normally don't get the heartburn in the AM. My ObGyn told me that, if I felt like I was miserable enough, we could induce tonight!!! I was SO tired. I way more wanted to sleep than to have the baby tonight, LOL! "Nope, not miserable enough yet." :) Anyway, still want to give the kid a chance to make it out in his own time. I asked my husband when I got home if he thought he was miserable enough, LOL! I mean, this was affecting him too, although not on such a personally physical level. He said he was fine, it was up to me. :) I have 3 doctors appointments with the dude with the sophisticated ultrasound equipment: Wednesday, Friday, and next Monday Dec 3rd. Basically to make sure that the kid still has enough amniotic fluid, and is doing ok while cooking extra long. And another appointment with my ObGyn next Monday, December 3rd. If the kid hasn't come out by then, induction will be the evening of December 3rd. Hear that, kid? You have a deadline!!! :) So, crawled out of there. Per ObGyn, picked up some Zantac for the heartburn. Forgot to get some Ocean nasal drops... apparently the drops work better than the spray for lubricating dry pregger noses, and I think what I have at home is the spray. Picked up a few more items. Drove through McD's. Drove home. Felt sorta... violated... LOL. Took shower. Then reheated McD's, ate lunch. Pricked fingers. Crawled into bed at 2:30pm-ish. Turned off phone. Husband fielded phone calls, and woke me up at 6pm. We went out to dinner with his parents at Outback. Had a terrible time trying to wake up, LOL! But finally did. Dinner was very nice. :) And now, we're back home. And yes, I'm STILL PREGNANT, LOL! Discovered this afternoon that husband hadn't really registered that I'd fed the dogs. When he crawled out of bed at 11:30am, the dogs were pushing their bowls around, and convinced him they were wasting away. Guess what, dogs? No dinner for you tonight, LOL!!! Little sneaks. ;) Tomorrow I intend to sleep late, then do some nesting. Maybe, if I have energy, will try to tackle the thank you notes FINALLY. I am majorly overdue on those, and I don't know how much I'll feel up to doing them after Logan arrives. But definitely need to finish unpacking the last few items for Logan's room, and put some bedding away. Anyway, if Logan doesn't arrive on his own, he should be here sometime around December 3rd or 4th. Weeeee..... :) Oh, I forgot! Guys, thanks for your encouragement in your comments on my prior post. :) You guys rock. :)

Still pregnant: 11/26/2007 6 am.

SithSnoopy — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 07:49:57 GMT

Due date was 11/21/2007. Still pregnant as of 11/26/2007 6 am. Don't think he's ready to come out yet. Wow... he DID make it through the Thanksgiving weekend.

Stop the madness (this is all Lizzer's fault...)

SithSnoopy — Fri, 16 Nov 2007 10:41:49 GMT

1. Where were you 3 hours ago? Sitting in the recliner, contemplating taking the trash out and feeding the dogs. 2. Who are you in love with? My husband and my unborn son. 3. Have you ever eaten a crayon? Maybe. 4. Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? Uhm, some pink-colored tums pills. :) 5. When is the last time you went to the mall? Well, if shopping centers count as malls, today. Else sometime last week when I hit Sears and got some baby things. 6. Are you wearing socks right now? No. Been wearing mostly just flip-flops for past 4 or 5 months... just got easier with the pregnancy. Heh. A little less laundry that way. ;) 7. Do you have a car worth over $2,000? My 1996 Saturn probably isn't, but our BMW definitely is. Hey... my 2004 Buell Blast has a resale value of more than $2000... which, by the way, it IS for sale. Anyone? Anyone?!? It's in good condition. I just don't think I should ride while pregnant, and after I have the baby, I don't think I should risk my life, and thus risk my husband and my son losing me. However, if YOU want to risk your life and purchase my bike... ;) [Please, PLEASE ride safe...] 8. When was the last time you drove out of town? I guess today. Although it's hard for me to think of our main town and this suburb town as separate. Except when I don't feel like dealing with "the crowds downtown", LOL. 9. Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days? Nope. 10. Are you hot? Am I physically hot? I'm 6 days from giving birth! And even when not preggers, I've got a little weight problem, and a funny-looking face, in my opinion. I think I'm reasonably attractive, but that's it. I don't have the face that would launch ships, LOL! During the day, with the weird warm weather, why yes, I'm hot, temperature-wise, LOL! 11. What was the last thing you had to drink? Arrowhead water. 12. What are you wearing right now? T-shirt, panties, pregger-shorts. 13. Do you wash your car or let the car wash do it? Car wash. Or rain. 14. Last food that you ate? Reeses Peanut Butter cups. Which I really shouldn't be eating with the Gestational Diabetes. :P 15. Where were you last week at this time? Probably same place: recliner, typing on my laptop, watching TV late into the night. Since I've gone on maternity leave, my nocturnal clock has kinda kicked in. 16. Have you bought any clothing items in the last week? Yeah, but for my unborn baby, not me. 17. When is the last time you ran? Heh. Ran? While preggers?!?!? With a left hip that HATES me? Well, today I shuffled really quickly to a doctor's appointment, as the parking was screwed up (by tree-trimming), and I had further to waddle to get from the car to the appointment. 18. What's the last sporting event you watched? Does Ninja Warrior count? :) 19. What is your favorite animal? The dog. Don't ask me to pick between our current 2 dogs, though. 20. Your dream vacation? Palau. Scuba diving in Palau. With some scuba diving in Truk added in. I.E., what we did in August 2003. :) 21. Last person's house you were in? My own. Prior to that, my Mom and Dad's. 22. Worst injury you've ever had? Sometime when I was a kid I broke a floating rib. Don't know when. Other than that, also when I was a kid, I walked into a pipe sticking out of a wall and ended up staying home a few days until the throbbing in my head calmed down. That's really about it. I expect childbirth is going to give me a really big ouchy in a few days, LOL! Does that count? 23. Have you been in love? Yes. 24. Do you miss anyone right now? I miss my friend, D, before she fell off the wagon. I don't know where she is right now. Hope she's ok. Wish she would check herself back into rehab. 25. Last play you saw? Play? Don't remember. 26. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex? Great oral sex. [Wait, did I say that out loud? ;) ] 27. What are your plans for tonight? I should go to bed soon. It's after 2am. Have possibly 2 sets of people coming over tomorrow, and a ton of phone calls. 28. Who is the last person you sent a MySpace message or comment? Don't have a MySpace account. 29. Next trip you are going to take? May try for Hawaii in the summer. Else, I've got a baby on the way: trip? Vacation? What's that??? 30. Ever go to camp? When I was a kid. 31. Were you an honor roll student in school? I made it to the honor roll a few times in college. I also had the crappiest grades of my life in college. Let's just say that I "explored all the grade possibilities", LOL. 32. What do you want to know about the future? Not sure. 33. Are you wearing any perfume or cologne? Charlie perfume. 34. Are you due sometime this year for a doctor's visit? I'm in my last month of pregnancy... I average 1 or 2 doctor's visits a week, LOL! 35. Where is your best friend? I have alot of friends. Some are in bed, some are online, some are up watching TV, I would bet. 36. How is your best friend? Healthy, unhealthy, sleepy, asleep, don't know?!? :) Depends upon which one you're talking about. 37. Do you have a tan? You could use my pale skin to signal planes in order to get rescued from a desert island. 38. What are you listening to right now? Well, "The Tick" is on tv. But I'm kinda tuning it out to type this. 39. Do you collect anything? Yes. Must stop now. Too much crap. However, also mildly collect Star Wars and Snoopy stuff. Star Wars/Snoopy collection is NOT out of control, so that collection is ok. 40. Who is the biggest gossiper you know? Me, I think. Bad habit, must stop. 41. Last time you got stopped by a cop or pulled over? I was speeding on a street downtown, late for work... I think it was 1996. I earned the ticket. 42. Have you ever drank your soda from a straw? Of course. 43. What does your last text message say? Telling my husband that no, I don't have any dinner plans. Asking him what his are. Hint hint, LOL. :) We haven't tried to eat too much together since I went on this weird gestational diabetes diet. But tonight I needed real food. 44. Do you like hot sauce? Yes. On Mexican food. Wasabe on sushi. Etc. 45. Last time you took a shower? This morning. 46. Do you need to do laundry? People keep sending me baby clothing, so YES, LOL! Not that I'm complaining, but it is getting ironic. :) I get a load done, and put away, and a new box appears on our doorstep. :) 47. What is your heritage? Irish, Scottish, a little English, and a little angry German. I'm basically a white mutt. 48. Are you someone's best friend? I hope so. Or rather, I hope I'm one of their best friends. :) 49. Are you rich? I'm comfortable. But I'll still have to go back to work once maternity leave is over. However, I think I'd go nuts staying home. :) 50. What were you doing at 12AM saturday night? Holy crap... what was I doing? Can't remember. Probably tribing, or watching my husband play Halo 3. Or both. :)

Another getting to know you thing... :)

SithSnoopy — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 05:26:29 GMT

1. If stranded on a desert island with only one form of entertainment, which would it be...television, music or books? Books I guess. Although with TV, maybe I could rig something to communicate with the outside world and get rescued? Wait... I could take the WORST of the books and burn them for a signal fire. :) 2. Who would you have rather known, Princess Diana or Mother Teresa? Mother Teresa. Especially knowing how she was haunted by doubt. It is comforting to know that even someone so incredibly dedicated had to fight doubt. 3. Would you rather be known for your beauty or your talents? Talent. 4. What element are you most like, earth, wind, water or fire? Not sure. Maybe water. 5. If you were an animal what would you be? German Shepherd or Beagle. 6. Who was your favorite Beatle? Paul or maybe George. 7. Would you rather water or snow ski? Snow ski. If I'm water, would rather scuba dive or do my own crappy version of surfing. :) [Standing on board? Huh?] 8. Do you know Che's real name (without looking it up)? Who? 9. Did you ever own a black light? Of course. 10. You've just won a trip...where would you go...a month long laid back tropical sabbatical or a month long tour of Europe? Tropical sabbatical in good places for scuba diving. Rather be 100 feet underwater than touring ruins and eating cheese. 11. Do men with accents turn you on? No. My husband turns me on. Ok, and Vin Diesel. ;) 12. What is your favorite fruit? Oranges and apples. Apples and oranges. You can't make me choose. So there. 13. Favorite tree? Ones that don't drop those nasty spiky tire-killing seeds. Oh, and pine trees. 14. Christmas song? O' Holy Night. I also like Carol of the Bells. 15. Classical composer? Beethoven, Mozart. Does John Williams count? :) 16. Opera? I haven't gotten to see any, but I do like the music from "Chess". 17. Fish? (not to eat) Not to eat? Well, then, Napolean Wrasse look really cool. :) And can be quite friendly. 18. Favorite 5 songs? Yikes. This is always hard. Uhm, I really like: (1) "Into the Blue" by Moby (2) "Dig It" by Tom Wilson (3) "Higher" by Creed (4) "It's My Turn to Fly" by The Urge (5) "Voices" by Dario Gand. 19. Top 2 Beatle songs? "When I'm 64" "A Day in the Life" 20. Top 2 Stones songs? "Jumpin' Jack Flash" "You Can't Always Get What You Want" 21. Top 2 Dylan songs? Do I own any? Uhm... I know there's some I like, but they aren't in my iTunes collection, so... 22. Top 2 Led Zeppelin songs? Kashmir and ... hmm. Stairway kinda gives me the creeps. 23. Top 2 Elvis songs? "A little less conversation, a little more action" And... ? 24. Favorite Evis movie? ? 25. If you could play a musical instrument, what would it be? Guitar. 26. Do you believe in astral projection? Not sure. 27. Do you believe in reincarnation? No. 28. Do you believe in 'shadow people'? You mean ghosts or spirits? Sorta. 29. Have you ever seen any? No, but my Mom has. And I've had some other weird experiences. 30. Do you believe there is some sort of creature in Loch Ness? Maybe. We discover new and weird things everyday. 31. DO you believe in Bigfoot? Maybe. 32. Have you ever encountered quicksand? No. 33. Have you ever been in a hurricane? No. 34. An earthquake? Yes, multiple. I'm a Californian. 35. A tsunami? No. 36. A tornado? Yes. Lived in "tornado alley" when I was a kid. Had 2 separate tornados take out the houses on the left and right of us. 36. If you had to give up one sense, which would it be? Oh, foobar. If I could still taste, I guess my sense of smell. I like vision, I like hearing. I like being able to taste my food. And if I lost my sense of touch, wouldn't that mean maybe also my sense of pain? So I wouldn't know if something was wrong and go to the doctor to get it fixed? Wouldn't know if I was touching something hot? Maybe wouldn't feel things such that I could have an orgasm? Not sure how far to consider the ramifications of the "sense of touch". Although sense of smell means I wouldn't know if we had a gas leak. Wait, we have dogs for that. :) 37. Have you ever been attracted to someone of your same sex? Yes. 38. If so, did you act upon it? No. Was happily married (still am), and she was in a happy relationship, and, well, I'm not gay/bisexual. The attraction just kinda weirded me out. She was sortof extra feminine, but w/o being wimpy feminine. Just really sweet. But it made me feel strangely protective of her. Like suddenly any testosterone in my body wanted to get together and beat the crap out of anyone who was mean to her, LOL! Very strange. And anyway, I don't know if she was attracted to me at all. 39. Would you rather perform oral sex on someone or have it performed on you? I like performing oral sex on my husband. I never quite feel like I'm clean enough for him to do it to me though, LOL! That would be my OCD messing with me. 40. Do you like anal sex? Wow, we're getting extra personal. Sometimes. 41. Sexually, are you more dominant or submissive? Yes. :) Depends upon my mood. Probably more submissive. I like to have my neck bitten during sex. 42. Would you rather have a swimming pool or a hot tub? Swimming pool. But we have a hot tub. [Not enough yard/money for a swimming pool, and what yard we have we need for the dogs.] 43. Do you like facial hair on men? Some men look really good with it, yes. I like it when my husband has a little bristle going, but I also like him clean shaven. 44. Are you on any kind of antidepressant or mood elevator? Zoloft, chocolate, caffeine. 45. Would you rather win the lottery or find true love? I've got true love, so lottery please. Could help alot of my family and friends with that. Ok, and our both being able to retire and hang out and fix a few things around the house would rock too. :) I could also spend more time with our soon-to-be-born son, and also work on becoming a writer. 46. Do you snore? Oh, yeah. So does my husband. 47. Would you rather shop at a flea market or Rodeo Drive? Yikes. Used clothes or clothes that are outrageously expensive. Great. Can't I just shop online with Sears, JC Penney's, or Macy's? If I'm going to go someplace expensive and worth it, would prefer something like Nordstroms. 48. Someone famous you'd most like to meet? Famous dude/dudette I'd like to meet. Hmmph. Too many cool people, actors, actresses, and important people, that it would be neat to talk to. Can't decide. So far, have met (and gotten autographs from) Ray Bradbury and Bruce Campbell. :) 49. Your hero? Jesus Christ. 50. What do you consider to be the world's worst problem? Lack of love for fellow man.

Snoopy-ology

SithSnoopy — Mon, 22 Oct 2007 06:01:14 GMT

Saw this going around Tribe. First saw it with Lizz I think. :) Let others know a little more about yourself. Repost this as your name followed by "ology". MOUTH-OLOGY Q. What is your salad dressing of choice? A. Honey mustard or blue cheese. Q. What is your favorite fast food restaurant? A. French fries from McDonald's. Q. What is your favorite sit-down restaurant? A. A really high-end sushi joint about 20 minutes drive from my house. However, also really love a Moroccan restaurant (complete with belly dancers) that's about 15 minutes from my house. Q. On average, what size tip do you leave at a restaurant? A. 15 to 20%. 15% if I'm hurting for money, 20% if I'm doing well. Q. What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of? A. Sashimi. Or possibly hot dogs with all the toppings. Of course, can't have sashimi right now while preggers. Q. What are your pizza toppings of choice? A. Pineapple and pepperoni. Or the special ones with BBQ chicken. Or the ones with tons of everything. Love most vege's that go on pizza. Q. What do you like to put on your toast? A. Butter and jelly, when I have toast. TECHNOLOGY Q. What is your wallpaper on your computer? A. LOL! Made me go look. ;) It's our 2 German Shepherds. Q. How many televisions are in your house? A. Two. Q. What color is your iPod? A. White. All my iPods are white. BIOLOGY Q. Are you right-handed or left-handed? A. Right Q. Have you ever had anything removed from your body? A. My two right wisdom teeth, but not my left. And a Sebhorric keratosis on my forehead, kinda hidden by my hair: yuck, yuck, yuck. Bleah. However, still have tonsils and my appendix. In 4.5 weeks, will give birth, so guess I better count one baby boy and a placenta, LOL! Q. When was the last time you had a cavity? A. Few years ago? Got fillings in my teeth... Might be working on a cavity right now. Pregnancy is supposed to be hard on your teeth. Q. What is the last heavy item you lifted? A. A 24 bottle-pack of arrowhead water, where each bottle is a little over 16 ounces. I know, I know: bad pregnant woman, no donut. Q. Have you ever been knocked unconscious? A. I don't think so. I have fainted twice when sick with a fever. Uhm, not the same fever... two different ones. RANDOMOLOGY, pt 1 Q. If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die? A. Ick. Not sure. Q. If you could change your name, what would you change it to? A. I already have my online handles, and I was named after my Dad's brother. So think I'll stick with my real name and my fun online handles. Q. What color do you think looks best on you? A. Not sure, but I love red and black, and jewel tones. Not a big pink or blue person. Not overly fond of yellow or white: they don't hide stains really well. Q. Have you ever swallowed a non-food item by mistake? A. Only bugs by accident. Q. Have you ever saved someone's life? A. When I was a teenager, I was over at someone's house and yelled out when I saw a toddler slip out of his styrofoam water thingy. His Mom heard me and ran and pulled him out. But I don't know if my action prevented his death, or if his Mom would have seen it in time anyway. Or if I would have broken out of my "deer caught in headlights" in time and ran over to rescue the toddler myself. Not sure about anyone else. Tried to help friends when they are depressed. Q. Has someone ever saved yours? A. Yes. I'd say God saved my life, and everyone who prayed for me when I was a sick little child. And my Parents and Sister also contributed to my survival. I almost didn't survive my first 2 years. And, in a more general sense, my friends and family and husband have greatly improved my life, thus possibly saving it from my own self-destructive tendencies. DAREOLOGY Q. Would you kiss a member of the same sex for $100? A. Since you aren't specifying on the lips, sure!!! :) But only on the cheek. [The face, not the butt.] Q. Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000? A. Depends upon how desperate I was feeling. I write code for a living. If I was desperate enough for funds, and could immediately take the little finger in to be re-attached, then possibly. Otherwise, I think I'll look for other solutions to monetary desperation first!!! Q. Would you never blog again for $50,000? A. Considering I would like to be an author one day, and would possibly use my blog to help promote my work(s), no. Anyway, it's too much fun. Q. Would you pose naked in a magazine for $250,000? A. A better question is what magazine would actually think taking pics of me naked was worth $250,000!!! Q. Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000? A. Not while pregnant. And only if I was hard up for money. Q. Would you, without fear of punishment, take a human life for $1,000,000? A. No. With the exception that if anyone harms/kills my unborn son, my husband, or any of my family or friends, I might have a hard time NOT taking revenge. Even if offered 1 million NOT to. Admittedly, if I ran into an unrepentant pedophile, that would also be a situation where I'd be sorely tempted to kill the person in spite of being offered money NOT to do so. DUMBOLOGY Q: What is in your left pocket? A: Of my pregger jeans: my work key. Q: Is Napoleon Dynamite actually a good movie? A: Yes, but you have to be in the right frame of mind when watching it. Q: Do you have hardwood or carpet in your house? A: Carpet, wood, and stone tile. Carpet used to be white. Then we got our first dog together as a married couple. When we were first looking at the house prior to purchasing, we both pointed at the beautiful nice white carpeting and started snickering. We knew it wouldn't last. We knew we were getting a dog as soon as we could move in, since we finally had a yard. It is SO NOT WHITE anymore. Q: Do you sit or stand in the shower? A: Stand. I guess I've sat in the shower when depressed. Q: Could you live with roommates? A: Yes. Husband, 2 dogs, and baby boy on the way. Q: How many pairs of flip flops do you own? A: Two. And with the pregnancy, I live in the damned things. Easier to put on. And now, my right ankle has dissappeared under a layer of retained water, so... bleah. Q: Last time you had a run-in with the cops? A: I've been pulled over for speeding twice, and had other interactions that had nothing to do with my doing anything illegal. All interactions have been amicable. I have no complaints. Q: What do you want to be when you grow up? A: Grow... up? What's that? Q: Who is number 1 on your top 8? A: Husband. LASTOLOGY Q: Friend you talked to online? A: Been getting acquainted with a nice gal called Briar. Q: Last person to call you? A: Online friend Kenya. Q: Person you hugged? A: My Gestational Diabetes doctor... my husband and I went over to her house today to pick up some baby things she was generously giving away!!!! FAVORITOLOGY Q: Number? A: 13. Used to be 10. Q: Season? A: Not sure. Fall is cool because it makes me think of change. Winter is neat because of Xmas, but the lack of light depresses me. Spring is nice because the sunlight is coming back. Summer is awesome, but if I'm not taking advantage of the time outside and/or in the water, all I feel is overheated. Q: Book? A: "The Lathe of Heaven" Q. Website? A. Tribe. Q. Month? A. Huh. What is my favorite month? I always liked the start of school... maybe September. Q. Alcohol? A. Saki, Lemon Drops, wine, beer, margaritas, dacquaries, mohitos CURRENTOLOGY Q: Missing someone? A: My Sister won't be able to come home for Xmas and see our parents, or my and my husband's newborn baby. But she'll make it out here maybe a couple months later. Q: Mood? A: A little stressed. Trying to get the family leave papers filled out. Q: Listening to? A: Husband playing Halo 3 in Legendary mode. Q: Watching? A: Husband playing Halo 3 in Legendary mode. Q: Worrying about? A: Properly filling out the family leave papers!!! RANDOMOLOGY, pt 2 Q: First place you went this morning? A: Bathroom. I'm pregnant. I go there every 2 hours in the night. Q: What can you not wait to do? A. Get my body back, and meet the little person who's been living in it! Q: What's the last movie you saw? A: Uhm, some tv horror movie. Something about Grave Dancers. Wasn't that great. Oh, wait... maybe the last movie I saw was actually part of The Birds. Q: Do you smile often? A: Yes. Q: Are you a friendly person? A: Yes. Q: Someone you wish you never met? A: Not sure. I haven't had the pleasure of meeting any serial killers, rapists, or pedophiles yet. To my knowledge. A few people who were jerks, but that's minor.