Monday, June 30, 2008

Attn: Yappy dog owners

To all owners of yappy dogs: Please do not let your dog out at 4:30 in the morning and then leave it out for 2 hours! Especially if the dog is dumb enough to bark at the wind or at it's own shadow. Granted, all dogs bark, but for 2 hours straight?? From 4:30-6:30 in the morning?? Seriously! And in a close townhome community at that. Don't you know that there are over-heated pregnant women desperately trying to sleep? It's already hard enough that it's about a million degrees and no position is comfortable, plus a teeny tiny bladder and a snoring husband! Next time I won't be so nice as to cover my head with a pillow and turn on my iPod (which still didn't drown out the sound of that wretched dog!). Next time I will come looking for you and/or the yappy dog, even at 4:30 in the morning!

Whew, glad to get that off my chest! Good thing I have cyberspace to direct all my exhausted anger towards. Sorry for the rant. Stupid yappy dog.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Happy Belated Father's Day!

So as always, I'm about 2 weeks behind on everything, but better late than never, right? Since we celebrated Father's Day a couple of weeks ago I wanted to take a minute to tell everyone how great my dad is. I am one of the lucky few to have a truly wonderful father and I realize how fortunate I am. It takes a special person to be the father of 4 girls. Here are some of the fantastic things about my dad:

1- First and foremost, he loves my mom and lets us know that on a regular basis. He always compliments her and has been a great example to my sisters and I of what a husband should be.

2- He can fix anything and is always willing to do so. Even since I've been married he's done countless projects around our house and always takes care of my car. In fact, when I was a kid I remember all the neighbor kids bringing their bikes over to have my dad adjust their seats and stuff like that.

3- He's a great story teller. He's a little shy so he doesn't usually do it in big groups, but he can always get my family laughing.

4- He speaks French.

5- He's a gentle and kind soul. I love that my dad isn't afraid to show emotion and isn't one of those ultra-macho "tough" guys (even though he is still tough).

6- He comes to all of our dance concerts, soccer games, choir concerts, piano recitals, etc., and takes pictures the entire time.

7- He is very intelligent and a very good writer. He's taught me a lot through the years. I remember him staying up late with me when I was in 7th grade to help me with my algebra homework while I cried out of frustration. He did it all the time and was always patient.

8- He's a perfectionist and always gets things done the right way the first time. Any time I have a question about anything- what stereo to buy, how to file my taxes, where to get new brakes, etc., I always call my dad first because he knows the best way to do it all.

9- He loves the beach and can sit on the sand and look at the waves for hours, a trait that all of us have inherited.

10- He loves the mountains and to go hiking.

11- He will sacrifice anything, anytime, for his family. You name it. He'll sacrifice sleep, food, comfort, safety, dignity, time, money...just so we'll be happy.

I could go on, but I'll stop there :) I really do have the best dad ever and I'm grateful every day. Here's a rare picture of my father. This is one of a kind because my dad NEVER ever wears hats. I'll bet this is the only time it is documented on film:

Love you Dad!

I also want to mention my sweet hubby. I couldn't pick a better person to have as my "baby-daddy". He's wanted kids for a long time and is going to make the most amazing father. He's such a natural with kids and I have no doubt that our future children will adore him. He's taken such good care of me and I know he will do the same for our family. I can't wait to see him with our little baby in a couple of months! Love you babe!

Look at that handsome devil:

Friday, June 20, 2008

Green socks

What do you get when you combine wet, freshly cut grass with a rambunctious white dog???

Green socks!

Brady thinks she was showing her support for the Celtics who were playing the final game that night. Looks like it worked!

Either way, she sure loved drinking the water spraying from the hose.

Dang dog wouldn't hold still for a good, normal picture. Oh well.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008


Lots of people have been asking how things are going (thank you for your concern) so I thought I'd give an update. I went to my doctor on Monday and she just asked me a bunch of questions, listened to the heartbeat again, measured my uterus (dang it grows fast!) and pretty much just told me to take it easy. She didn't really have a good explanation as to why contractions can happen so early. There are a few things, such as dehydration and over-exertion that can contribute to it, but she basically just said some women have "irritable uteruses" that like to contract before they should. Nice. So I just need to drink lots of water and rest. She said I can still work for now, but if things like this keep happening I may have to do bedrest. She seemed confident that everything would be fine for the most part, so I just need to take care of myself and see her on a regular basis. I can live with that.

The most traumatizing part of the whole experience was getting weighed yet again and realizing I had gained 2 pounds in 6 days.


I realize I'm supposed to be gaining weight, but that is ridiculous. Looks like I really can't rationalize away the things I eat ("The baby needs a big piece of pie...she deserves a treat...").

Hello salads.

Friday, June 13, 2008

Early exit?? Not yet!

I'm not sure why I'm all smiles in this picture, but I guess that's what you do in front of the camera, right?

So this week has been an interesting one. On Monday I had a couple of sharp pains in my abdomen, but they went away so I wasn't concerned. On Tuesday I had my regular dr's appointment and mentioned them to her, but she didn't seem too concerned either. Everything else looked normal. Then on Wednesday at work I started having really sharp pains at about 10 in the morning. I figured they were just the blasted ligament pains I've been getting for months now, just a little worse this time. Well, time went on, and they didn't go away. In fact, they kept getting worse. Even when I was sitting down it hurt like crazy. At around 3:00 I figured I should call my doctor. Her assistant suggested I drink lots of water and try a warm bath when I got home and to relax. If nothing helped, to go to Labor and Delivery at the hospital. What??!! Yikes! This baby still has 11 weeks to cook! So I spent another hour at work and figured I should call it a day and went home and tried the above suggestions. The bath helped a little bit, but the pains started coming back. Brady and I are actually taking a birthing class at St. Mark's hospital on Wednesday night, so we decided to head down to the class and see how I felt, and I could talk to a nurse there or something. So down to the hospital we went.

We sat through class and the pains kept coming and my tummy would get all tight and hard. I figured they were just Braxton-Hicks contractions combined with ligament pain. No big deal. Afterwards I talked to the teacher and told her what was going on, and she suggested I head downstairs to Labor and Delivery. Great. So down we went, explained it to the nurses there, and they admitted me and got me into a room and hooked up to some fetal monitors. The nurse even said "it's probably nothing, just pains of things moving around, but we'll check the baby to be safe." So we sat there for 45 minutes and the nurse came back in to check the monitors and told me that I was actually having regular contractions, and they were coming 3-5 minutes apart. WHAT?!! How is this happening? My perfectly normal, 100% textbook pregnancy had suddenly taken a drastic turn. She said they would run some tests and figure out what to do next. She checked to see if my body was changing or not. Turned out I was barely dilating and I was about 50% effaced (halfway there, for those of you not familiar with preggo lingo). So in the nurse's words, not the best news, but not the end of the world either. She gave me a shot to stop the contractions that made my heart race and made me all shaky and jittery, but within an hour or two it looked like it was doing it's job and the contractions were leveling off. We spent a lot of time just waiting for test results to come back, but eventually they did and they came back "favorable", so they decided to discharge me. Yay! We finally got to go home at about 1:00 in the morning.

The nurse told me to see my regular doctor ASAP, but of course she is out of town until Monday. They were not able to tell me why I was having regular contractions, so it's driving me crazy to just sit around and wonder until I can see my doctor on Monday. They gave me instructions to drink lots of water and to take it really easy. Luckily they didn't order strict bedrest. Hopefully my doctor doesn't either- that would be like a death sentence for me! Yesterday I was still having pain and had a few contractions, which scared me, but they went away and I seem to be doing better today. As much as I'm excited to meet my baby, now is not the time! She wouldn't even weigh 3 pounds, and she would run the risk of being severely mentally retarded, blind, or any other number of problems for the rest of her life. I just want her to be healthy and happy, so I'm going to cross my legs as tight as I can and pray that she decides to stay where she is for at least a few more weeks. Thank heavens for modern medicine!

Congrats graduates!

I'm way behind on updating this thing. Sometimes life just gets too busy. Anyway, a couple of weeks ago we had the supreme pleasure of attending Grantsville High School's 2008 graduation ceremony to watch Brady's brother Logan officially "grow up". Isn't he a cute kid? We're very proud of him and his accomplishments. He's smart and talented, and did a lot in his years in high school. He was a tennis champion, on the basketball team, and the quarterback for his football team. Not to sound old or anything, but it's crazy to think that our siblings are old enough to be graduating high school (both Brady and I are the oldest in our families). Congrats Logan!