Skip to main content

Answers

Just to answer a few questions left on my previous few posts:

1.) We do have another vet who fills in for us while we're away. He is actually the one who built the practice back in 1982 so he knows everything there is to know on how to run it. He even still works for us on Wednesdays so we can get that day off since we work on Saturday. Plus, he was my family vet growing up which is an extra bonus.

2.) The two kid thing. Yep, hardest thing I've ever done. My heart is sooo torn all the time. It's every single day that I'm nursing Graham and Paisley says in the sweetest little voice, "play with me"... Try to tell her no. You'd have to be the world's suckiest human being.

So I try my hardest but at this point I feel like Graham gets 75% and she gets 25%. And I hate that. Yeah, my mom and Aaron fill in the gaps by playing extra hat with her but I miss US!!!

Thanks for all the support on my previous post. Misery loves company and it turns out I'm not alone... :)

3.) Swim diapers are R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S!!! I trusted that they would hold in urine because why wouldn't they. But they DO NOT, I can assure you. We found this out while at a very nice dinner in the formal dining area of our cruise ship. Hmm, why is liquid streaming down our child's leg? Ohhhhhh....

And then again in the Dominican while we were having lunch in the outdoor cafe and urine came streaming from her swimsuit onto the wonderfully loud tile floor. This wasn't my first rodeo so I just slipped a pool towel beneath her and pretended nothing was happening....

Comments

  1. SarahFebruary 16, 2013 at 12:14 AM

    I would like to thank you for saving me from ever buying swim diapers lol

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Meet Our Little Miracle, Paisley Kate

The post I have been waiting 2 years to write is finally here and I can't really believe it. On Saturday, I woke up at 8:30 a.m. with BAD contractions. By the 2nd one, I knew I was in "real" labor. They were SO different than the braxton-hicks. I got out of bed and decided that I'd take a bath, until water ran down both legs. The pain after that got pretty unbearable immediately and I was having contractions every 2 1/2 to 3 minutes. So, I called Aaron at work to tell him it was "the big day". He decided I was kidding until I nearly leapt through the phone to wring his neck. :) We got to the hospital an hour later and I was dilated to a 4 and having very active contractions. They quickly got me moved to an L&D room. I got my epidural ( AMAZING - we'll talk about this in its own post soon) at a 6 and then my doctor broke my water. (Apparently at home, it had just leaked a pocket of fluid). After he broke my water, labor started picking up ...
42 comments
Read more

Blogging Failure

The fact that I blog less than I exercise is not a good sign.  I miss you all.  And I'm glad to be where I'm at because the problem is that my cup runneth over.  Life is crazy.  The kids are growing and becoming real people and exploring and I'm still struggling to figure out how to parent a VERY challenging 3-year-old. Dear Paisley is actually quite a joy to raise.  She is spunky and energetic and funny.  We desperately struggle to stifle our laughter as we discipline her for things that I never expected her to do or say.  She is the center of attention and loves her baby brother like there's no tomorrow.  I've never met a more opinionated and divalicious child though.  She picks every piece of clothing she wears, which toy she brings in the car, exactly what she is willing to eat, how her hair is fixed, which door she uses to get in the car, etc.  I hear you out there judging me.  I would have to until I gave birth to Whitney ...
2 comments
Read more

The Resurrection

 So here we are.  It's now a blog graveyard.  The followers have long since moved on and infertility is something that I've somewhat put in the past (only considering I don't want any more kids).  So why am I here and writing again?  What's the purpose?   This was my safe place.  It was where I came when everything seemed much too hard and I needed to feel comfort.  I wanted to express myself in a venue that others would reassure me and even understand me.  I still love and have always loved this blog.  It guided me during some of the hardest years of my life, dealing with infertility and miscarriage. And you know... I guess it will help me again now.  Because life is freaking TOUGH.  You know the phrase "I've went through Hell and back"?  Yeah, I feel that in my soul now.  I could have a blowout in the middle lane of the highway during rush hour traffic, manage to pull over my car on the side and call for roadsi...
1 comment
Read more