This is pretty exciting for me, though I can't attribute much of it to me. Mainly my mom started Bug with learning his letters really young in his life. But this is the result:
Me: "Bug, how do you spell Bug? (his real name, not his blog name)"
Bug: "B...U...G!!!" (once again, his real name...)
Me: "Bug, how do you spell Mom?"
Bug: "M...O...M!!" (the first time I asked him this he said "O...M...O!" lol)
Me: "Bug, how do you spell Dad?"
Bug: "D...E...D!!!" Pretty close for the first time... :)
I can't believe he is starting to know how to read and know how to spell. There are a few words that he can read like 'off' and I think he knows 'on' but he may just connect that with 'off'. I need to test him with a few words that he is learning with Starfall by writing them and asking him to read them without the routine that Starfall gives him. But there we have it ladies and gentlemen... he knows how to spell his name. And my title. :)
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Mary Kay
Before I ever came in contact with the Mary Kay company, when I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw someone beautiful probably only 3 or 4 times. Maybe even 5. In my whole life. I ran into the Mary Kay company when I was 22. Despite what people would tell me about how I looked I never saw it. I never felt beautiful. Except those 3 or 4 (maybe MAYBE 5) times. And no. I'm not exaggerating. And if I am, it would be a very little bit.
I was shy.
I thought myself of little or no worth.
I certainly would never had met my full potential like that.
I won't waste your or my time explaining the journey to where I am now. I didn't even realize it was happening at first. I was a consultant for a different company at the time, and to be quite blunt, I sucked at it. I'm still not sure if I make a good sales person. But I can see and feel the difference in me. Everyday it seems like I can look in the mirror and see someone beautiful. Maybe it isn't the products. Maybe it is more my frame of mind. But when I look at myself and feel beautiful, I in turn feel good about myself. Maybe I'm vain. Who knows? The fact remains that when I look beautiful (and can actually see it myself), I feel beautiful, and that improves my mood, my outlook of who I am.
Whatever else Mary Kay is, it has helped me improve my self-esteem. I'm not sure what it is. The products... the breaking out of my shell... being more conscientious about my looks... I really don't know, and honestly, I don't think it really matters. What matters to me is the positive changes that have happened to me and that I can see for myself. THAT is why I started up again despite my fears. I can see the changes in me and want to help other women see the beautiful them. Despite what people may think, I did not start this back up to earn more money. Sure it will most assuredly help us. But that is not why I started again. I feel great and good about myself, and I want other women do the same. Most, if not all women need a self-esteem boost. I got mine from Mary Kay before I even became a consultant. And so I became a consultant to share my story and to help others see the good in them.
If I not make one cent in this business, I am and will always be grateful for what the company has done for me.
That's my story.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Big Giant Bunner
Yesterday morning, as I was getting me and the kids ready to go to Squirmy's two month appointment, Bug was having a giant imagination. Quite literally. There was a Big Giant Bunner (don't ask me what a Bunner is... it is the closest I can come to explaining what he was saying) in our house yesterday. Check that... there were two of them.
Back track... Bug and Rocket Scientist love to play hide and seek. Well... more like hide and tickle. They run around the apartment chasing each other and if one catches the other then tickling ensues. They have done this for months and months. Probably soon after Bug learned how to walk. I love watching it. In any case, Bug has recently started running to me for protection from Daddy. I don't know what started this, but it has happened nevertheless. I guess you could call me "home base". An imaginary bubble pops up around me, and when Bug is in my arms, nothing can get him. Not even Daddy. The only rule to this is if Bug reaches out and tickles Daddy while in the protective bubble, the bubble pops and Daddy can get him.
So, back to yesterday. Of course with a horrifying Big Giant Bunner in the house (I mean two of them) Bug would most assuredly run to me for protection. And sure enough, the bubble popped up and protected him from the Big Giant Bunners. When the Big Giant Bunners weren't looking, I coaxed Bug to get off my lap and fetch things like his pants, or his sandals, because Big Giant Bunners or no Big Giant Bunners... we had somewhere to go. He would always come running back to me with the Big Giant Bunners close on his heels. He was too fast for them which was good. I wouldn't want my cute little Bug eaten by a Big Giant Bunner...
Near the end of this excitement, Bug was about to go get something else. Maybe his shoes but I can't really remember. In any case, he seemed more nervous to go. Maybe because the Big Giant Bunners were staring right at us. I reached my finger out and said, "No Big Giant! No get my Bug!" Then Bug put his left hand up near his left shoulder and made a machine gun sound and got the Big Giant Bunners.
When we were all about ready to go, I convinced Bug to kiss the Big Giant Bunners better because they hurt. Then he gave them a hug and became good friends.
They stayed home as we went to the appointment. What would the neighbors think if they knew we had Big Giant Bunners in our apartment? They'd probably call the office and have us evicted...
Back track... Bug and Rocket Scientist love to play hide and seek. Well... more like hide and tickle. They run around the apartment chasing each other and if one catches the other then tickling ensues. They have done this for months and months. Probably soon after Bug learned how to walk. I love watching it. In any case, Bug has recently started running to me for protection from Daddy. I don't know what started this, but it has happened nevertheless. I guess you could call me "home base". An imaginary bubble pops up around me, and when Bug is in my arms, nothing can get him. Not even Daddy. The only rule to this is if Bug reaches out and tickles Daddy while in the protective bubble, the bubble pops and Daddy can get him.
So, back to yesterday. Of course with a horrifying Big Giant Bunner in the house (I mean two of them) Bug would most assuredly run to me for protection. And sure enough, the bubble popped up and protected him from the Big Giant Bunners. When the Big Giant Bunners weren't looking, I coaxed Bug to get off my lap and fetch things like his pants, or his sandals, because Big Giant Bunners or no Big Giant Bunners... we had somewhere to go. He would always come running back to me with the Big Giant Bunners close on his heels. He was too fast for them which was good. I wouldn't want my cute little Bug eaten by a Big Giant Bunner...
Near the end of this excitement, Bug was about to go get something else. Maybe his shoes but I can't really remember. In any case, he seemed more nervous to go. Maybe because the Big Giant Bunners were staring right at us. I reached my finger out and said, "No Big Giant! No get my Bug!" Then Bug put his left hand up near his left shoulder and made a machine gun sound and got the Big Giant Bunners.
When we were all about ready to go, I convinced Bug to kiss the Big Giant Bunners better because they hurt. Then he gave them a hug and became good friends.
They stayed home as we went to the appointment. What would the neighbors think if they knew we had Big Giant Bunners in our apartment? They'd probably call the office and have us evicted...
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
"Which one... which one??"
Since no one will probably catch that movie quote, just imagine Esma from "The Emperor's New Groove".
Now my main question is.... can anyone guess who is who? I'll give you a hint... they are my two living boys. NOW guess! ^_^
Now my main question is.... can anyone guess who is who? I'll give you a hint... they are my two living boys. NOW guess! ^_^
Shay's check-up
After a hour and a half nap and another appointment, I'm feeling more awake, though I still feel pretty tired.
So.
This is what my doctor said. I took the survey thing to find out how I'm feeling in general. I was a 12. I guess the "warning zone" is 9-13. Ha. He also had me answer his own personal questions that I think he bases the decision on more. I was on the verge with that one too. So here is the compromise we have made. I need to be exercising everyday. I need to get my eating habits on a more regular schedule. And we will discuss how things are going when I go in for my appointment to put the IUD in. If before then I get too overwhelmed then I should call in and have him send a prescription to my pharmacy.
So that's that.
And here is Squirmy's numbers from his appointment.
Weight: 13 lbs. 5 oz.
Height: 24"
Head Circumference: 41.4 cm.
Everything is pretty well normal. He got immunized and he didn't like it one bit. He is sleeping a lot more right now (which I read on the paper they gave me can be a side effect. Hey... I'm good with it... when can he be immunized again????)
So yeah. That's that. Wish me luck in the next few weeks. I really don't want to be prescribed medication. And I think that with that fierce thought, I can fight it. Or at least have a motivation to fight it.
So.
This is what my doctor said. I took the survey thing to find out how I'm feeling in general. I was a 12. I guess the "warning zone" is 9-13. Ha. He also had me answer his own personal questions that I think he bases the decision on more. I was on the verge with that one too. So here is the compromise we have made. I need to be exercising everyday. I need to get my eating habits on a more regular schedule. And we will discuss how things are going when I go in for my appointment to put the IUD in. If before then I get too overwhelmed then I should call in and have him send a prescription to my pharmacy.
So that's that.
And here is Squirmy's numbers from his appointment.
Weight: 13 lbs. 5 oz.
Height: 24"
Head Circumference: 41.4 cm.
Everything is pretty well normal. He got immunized and he didn't like it one bit. He is sleeping a lot more right now (which I read on the paper they gave me can be a side effect. Hey... I'm good with it... when can he be immunized again????)
So yeah. That's that. Wish me luck in the next few weeks. I really don't want to be prescribed medication. And I think that with that fierce thought, I can fight it. Or at least have a motivation to fight it.
Quick Squirmy post
I am literally dead on my feet. Or maybe that should be dead on my bum? In any case I'm about to zonk out even while typing so this will be quick.
Squirmy had his two month appointment today like I said he would in my last post. Everything went great. At least until he had to get his shots. The poor kid. His growth is good. He is in the 75-90th percentile for everything... head, weight, and height. So he is all growing the same I guess. Anyway, I can't remember the numbers right now, and am too tired to go get the little paper (I'd probably fall down on the floor dead to the world before I got there). I will post them on my next post. I think his weight was 13.5 lbs. though. Quite the heavy chuncker.
Off I go to sleep.... *head falls on desk*
Squirmy had his two month appointment today like I said he would in my last post. Everything went great. At least until he had to get his shots. The poor kid. His growth is good. He is in the 75-90th percentile for everything... head, weight, and height. So he is all growing the same I guess. Anyway, I can't remember the numbers right now, and am too tired to go get the little paper (I'd probably fall down on the floor dead to the world before I got there). I will post them on my next post. I think his weight was 13.5 lbs. though. Quite the heavy chuncker.
Off I go to sleep.... *head falls on desk*
Monday, August 17, 2009
You know how it feels when the world is falling apart and you don't know what to do about it?
I don't really know what this post will be about... I just figured my readers (you *points*) would be pining after the loss of me posting everyday... heh... just kidding.
I've had a pretty rough life. Not as rough as some people. To others my life may seem like a horror film. I'm tough. I've survived. But I would like... no... love to go through my life without any depression medication. I don't really know why I feel this way. If one needs help, one should get it. I think I'm on the verge. Sitting on the fence. Sometimes falling off on the depressed side, sometimes jumping into the positive side. I'm trying to pin down what makes the difference between a depressed day and a positive one. I'm not really being able to figure it out.
Saturday was an.... ok day... a day where I was sitting on the fence all day swaying from one side to the other. Yet I exercised. I would have thought previously that it would have been a good day because of that. We got some things done. Laundry washed and folded (though not as complete as I would have liked as clothes are sitting in baskets waiting to be put away...) But my mood and my attitude was..... very mood swingy. Sometimes I'd be great, the next second I would be upset at Bug for some stupid reason.
Maybe it is sleep. I always am in a better mood in the morning if I got enough sleep the night before. But if that is the case, I don't know what to do about it. Some nights I just can't sleep. Not because I can't can't, but because Squirmy won't let me. Last night was a good night. If I wasn't feeding him, I was sleeping.
The good news minutes I think helped too. But I also think that after I stopped naming them it didn't feel quite the same, and I still had depressing posts.
I really don't know what to do.
Tomorrow is my "six week" check up with my doctor. It is also Squirmy's two month appointment. Oh, did I mention Squirmy is two months old today? He has already out grown (or should we call that out lived...? nah... I like out grown better...) Little Angel. At my six week check up after I had Little Angel my doctor (after I filled out a survey thing) said I was on the edge. He could prescribe some stuff or if I would be ok, he could let me leave the office still unprescribed for depression. I chose the latter. I almost think that if I do have to be put on medication, it would make me more depressed... just because I don't want to so bad and I would feel like a failure or something.
Side note, and kind of ironic... the day after my six week appointment with Little Angel, he died... I'm quite sure that he would have prescribed me had Little Angel died before the appointment... or maybe he wouldn't have... many people claimed I was quite strong after that experience.
Another side note... I haven't called Squirmy's doctor yet about the chocking thing... I guess I'll just talk to him about it at the appointment. He hasn't chocked on his own since that last experience though, so hopefully.... *crosses fingers* He still does it sometimes while I'm feeding him though.
One thing I love about my doctor is that he wants me on as little prescribed drugs as possible. I can't exactly remember the situation... but there was one time when he could have prescribed something for me, but didn't, based off of my own opinion that I would be ok. In actuality... the situation I'm describing is probably the postpartum depression thing. Yeah... it probably was.
I haven't been as close to my spiritual side lately either. Its like... I don't know why. I knew I needed help, and I knew that Christ would help me. But I never went to Him. I'm not really sure why. I'm trying to do better. I prayed last night for the first time in a while.
I know all this is pretty random, sorry about that... I'm just wanting to get my thoughts down I guess.
I've had a pretty rough life. Not as rough as some people. To others my life may seem like a horror film. I'm tough. I've survived. But I would like... no... love to go through my life without any depression medication. I don't really know why I feel this way. If one needs help, one should get it. I think I'm on the verge. Sitting on the fence. Sometimes falling off on the depressed side, sometimes jumping into the positive side. I'm trying to pin down what makes the difference between a depressed day and a positive one. I'm not really being able to figure it out.
Saturday was an.... ok day... a day where I was sitting on the fence all day swaying from one side to the other. Yet I exercised. I would have thought previously that it would have been a good day because of that. We got some things done. Laundry washed and folded (though not as complete as I would have liked as clothes are sitting in baskets waiting to be put away...) But my mood and my attitude was..... very mood swingy. Sometimes I'd be great, the next second I would be upset at Bug for some stupid reason.
Maybe it is sleep. I always am in a better mood in the morning if I got enough sleep the night before. But if that is the case, I don't know what to do about it. Some nights I just can't sleep. Not because I can't can't, but because Squirmy won't let me. Last night was a good night. If I wasn't feeding him, I was sleeping.
The good news minutes I think helped too. But I also think that after I stopped naming them it didn't feel quite the same, and I still had depressing posts.
I really don't know what to do.
Tomorrow is my "six week" check up with my doctor. It is also Squirmy's two month appointment. Oh, did I mention Squirmy is two months old today? He has already out grown (or should we call that out lived...? nah... I like out grown better...) Little Angel. At my six week check up after I had Little Angel my doctor (after I filled out a survey thing) said I was on the edge. He could prescribe some stuff or if I would be ok, he could let me leave the office still unprescribed for depression. I chose the latter. I almost think that if I do have to be put on medication, it would make me more depressed... just because I don't want to so bad and I would feel like a failure or something.
Side note, and kind of ironic... the day after my six week appointment with Little Angel, he died... I'm quite sure that he would have prescribed me had Little Angel died before the appointment... or maybe he wouldn't have... many people claimed I was quite strong after that experience.
Another side note... I haven't called Squirmy's doctor yet about the chocking thing... I guess I'll just talk to him about it at the appointment. He hasn't chocked on his own since that last experience though, so hopefully.... *crosses fingers* He still does it sometimes while I'm feeding him though.
One thing I love about my doctor is that he wants me on as little prescribed drugs as possible. I can't exactly remember the situation... but there was one time when he could have prescribed something for me, but didn't, based off of my own opinion that I would be ok. In actuality... the situation I'm describing is probably the postpartum depression thing. Yeah... it probably was.
I haven't been as close to my spiritual side lately either. Its like... I don't know why. I knew I needed help, and I knew that Christ would help me. But I never went to Him. I'm not really sure why. I'm trying to do better. I prayed last night for the first time in a while.
I know all this is pretty random, sorry about that... I'm just wanting to get my thoughts down I guess.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Exercise thoughts
I was realizing something today... the past few days haven't been the best of days. I also didn't exercise those days. Hmm... see a trend?
I exercised today and it was a better day. I got a few things done... I washed the dishes that were overflowing the sink, and started a load of dishes in the dishwasher. I didn't do much (or at least as much or more like... what I may have should have done) with my business, but I still feel pretty accomplished today.
One good and exciting thing that happened today is I got my inventory! I was really excited. Still am, but my mood is slowly slipping into sadness. Mainly (I suppose) because it feels to me like Rocket Scientist couldn't care less if we live in a pig sty or not. But oh well... I guess I can't talk much... I'm blogging for crying out loud... In any case, I was really excited for my inventory to arrive, and my one huge business task that I did today was go through all seven boxes, and check the items off of the list that was sent with them to make sure I had everything and that I didn't get extra stuff.
So that's that. I have survived another day.
I exercised today and it was a better day. I got a few things done... I washed the dishes that were overflowing the sink, and started a load of dishes in the dishwasher. I didn't do much (or at least as much or more like... what I may have should have done) with my business, but I still feel pretty accomplished today.
One good and exciting thing that happened today is I got my inventory! I was really excited. Still am, but my mood is slowly slipping into sadness. Mainly (I suppose) because it feels to me like Rocket Scientist couldn't care less if we live in a pig sty or not. But oh well... I guess I can't talk much... I'm blogging for crying out loud... In any case, I was really excited for my inventory to arrive, and my one huge business task that I did today was go through all seven boxes, and check the items off of the list that was sent with them to make sure I had everything and that I didn't get extra stuff.
So that's that. I have survived another day.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Happiness and smiles everywhere
So this morning was rotten. This afternoon wasn't much better. Last night, it seemed nothing would content Squirmy. He wasn't even content after I fed him. I got little to no sleep last night. It didn't help my mood in the morning. My rotten mood and bad day continued into the afternoon. I won't bore you all by sharing all that happened today.
I just got back from my first skin care class since I started up again with Mary Kay. It had one person there, but we still had a fun time. I felt like I did a good job closing the class and it has helped my mood considerably. As a new consultant I did take notes while the sales director conducted the class. I had no one to help me close though, but I still felt like I did a good job. The last post I talked about Mary Kay, I did say that I was more excited this time. I am feeling more confident in myself, and that is a very good thing. I am slowly seeing myself improve in confidence among other things. Which is why I am starting again in this. I'm happy to see so much difference in me so soon. I can't believe that just this little thing has changed my day so quickly.
Time to feed Squirmy.
I just got back from my first skin care class since I started up again with Mary Kay. It had one person there, but we still had a fun time. I felt like I did a good job closing the class and it has helped my mood considerably. As a new consultant I did take notes while the sales director conducted the class. I had no one to help me close though, but I still felt like I did a good job. The last post I talked about Mary Kay, I did say that I was more excited this time. I am feeling more confident in myself, and that is a very good thing. I am slowly seeing myself improve in confidence among other things. Which is why I am starting again in this. I'm happy to see so much difference in me so soon. I can't believe that just this little thing has changed my day so quickly.
Time to feed Squirmy.
Monday, August 10, 2009
"I'm just having a day..."
There is a series that my mother and I love. Road to Avonela. It is just a bunch of stories about a family that live in Avonela and it is staged after the Anne of Green Gables story. Later on in the series the mother of this family is going through the "empty nest" phase. She explains to her husband, "I'm just having a day..."
And so am I. Just having a day. Nothing seemed to get me up out of my slump day. I tried... I did a few things that I thought would help... Rocket Scientist even got home from the store and surprised me with a cherry (waking me up, but the cherry was worth it). I think he is hiding them from me though since I don't know where the rest are, and he can't buy just one cherry at the store...
So after this whole day, I think my only good news from the day was that little solitary cherry. I wish I knew where the rest are. But I guess I'll either have to search the whole apartment or bully Rocket Scientist into spilling the beans and telling me where they are.
And so am I. Just having a day. Nothing seemed to get me up out of my slump day. I tried... I did a few things that I thought would help... Rocket Scientist even got home from the store and surprised me with a cherry (waking me up, but the cherry was worth it). I think he is hiding them from me though since I don't know where the rest are, and he can't buy just one cherry at the store...
So after this whole day, I think my only good news from the day was that little solitary cherry. I wish I knew where the rest are. But I guess I'll either have to search the whole apartment or bully Rocket Scientist into spilling the beans and telling me where they are.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
A little worried...
After we got home from church today, I was feeling some achiness in my chest area. It was a little lower than my lungs so I didn't think it had to do with that. Well, besides the fact that it would come and go depending on my breathing.
I just woke up from a two hour nap (during such I didn't feel any achiness at all) and almost immediately after I sat up, the achiness returned. But it had moved. Now I am quite certain it is coming from my lungs.
For quite a while I have had a cough. I may or may not have mentioned on here what I call "my chronic cough". I really do. When I met Rocket Scientist's parents on Thanksgiving of the year 2004, I guess I was coughing. Because my now mother-in-law said sometime during the wedding activities (June 2005) that I have been coughing since I met her. I never knew that. I just... coughed. I didn't realize how long it has been going on.
On to my current cough. Yes, it is worse. It is usually filled with congestion. Every. Little. Cough. I think this has been going on for..... a month... maybe longer. I can't really remember. I don't keep track of these things. Which is why I didn't realize I had a chronic cough in the first place. When I first got the more congested cough I think I had a cold or something. And so I passed it off as part of the cold, and would soon go away. Well, as you know, it didn't go away. Maybe it got worse... maybe it is the same as it was when I got it. Who knows? Maybe it even got better since I first got it.
One more little side note/introduction before I get into the meat of this post. Since I don't really know how many people who read this know. If you find yourself asking yourself, "Why do you even have a chronic cough? Isn't that enough to be worried about?" well... not really would be my answer. I have had pneumonia about five times (I think I lost count somewhere along the way) for five consecutive winters. The sixth winter after all these bouts of pneumonia I had bronchitis and haven't had a single stitch of either of them since. To which I contribute a herbal remedy my mom found called "Clear lung". Some Chinese thing...
This all happened when I was in my junior high/high school years. If anyone knows anything about lung diseases is that when you get one, your lungs never fully heal. They get weaker and weaker every single time you get a disease. My lungs..... are pretty bad off on their own. If I continue to play my trumpet... I'm still ok. Because it strengthens them. Though I am in the process of testing this... if I do aerobic exercise, it should help strengthen my lungs as well. Or so my OB said on one of the appointments I asked him about it this last pregnancy.
So... the title of this post is "'A little worried..." and so I am. With this added achiness in my lungs... I believe I have reason to worry. It could just be the fact that they aren't strengthened enough. It could be that I have a cold or something. I'm not sure what it is. Last summer (click here if you wish to see the actual post right after it happened...) I felt sure I had pneumonia. It felt exactly the same. Sharp pain in my lungs, couldn't breathe... the whole deal. We went to the instacare, and they x-rayed me, declared my lungs clear of anything. Gave me medication for pain killers and sent me on my merry little way (once I was stabilized) not telling me what had caused the pain. They seemed stumped. What were those eight years at college for huh??? One thing they did say, is that if happened again to go to the ER, for it may be a blood clot in the lung and they can't test for it at the instacare. They don't have the equipment.
So my theories are thus: It could be that my lungs just need a little trumpet playing pick me up. Or it could maybe even possibly be pneumonia or bronchitis. Or scarier still... it could be a blood clot. Very worry worthy.
Another worry in my life right now... I'm planning on calling the pediatrics tomorrow... Last night sometime little Squirmy was gasping or chocking on something. Remember me mentioning that he would do this while eating? Well... he did it while still laying in his cradle last night. I don't really know what to say on this point. Seriously. I'm sitting here with my fingers over the keys wondering what to write. (and for any family members out there thinking snide comments... OBVIOUSLY I'm not hovering over the keys wondering what to write while I'm typing.)
Something though that MIGHT have an effect on Squirmy's condition. After Squirmy did that last night, I also heard Rocket Scientist do something odd. I don't know how his breathing was before this, but he took a big almost gasping breath and continued onward. I have heard of something like... Sleep apnea... but I have no idea what it is. But as far as I understand it... your body is so into the sleep that you stop breathing for a while... then take a big breath like Rocket Scientist did last night... then you are back on a regular breathing schedule.
This is all speculation... But like I said... I will be calling the pediatrician tomorrow about Squirmy.
On a happier note... I got a nap today! Which is normal for a Sunday afternoon, but welcome just the same. Another happy/exciting part of my life right now... I resigned with Mary Kay! I'm also anxious and nervous. I worry about not doing. I didn't do last time I tried this. But I sincerely believe that in doing this business I can help other women. And no... I don't mean to help other women spend money. Many out there don't need any help. But I can see the positive changes that have happened in my life from Mary Kay. From the wonderful women I will be working with. I wish to help other women see how wonderful and beautiful they are. I'm not a huge make-up fan. But to see the good points in one woman's face and let her know that. Even just that simple gesture is what I strive to do. We claim not to paint one's face to their ideal face, but rather to, through make-up, accentuate the positive.
I'm excited to start back up. Really I am. I think this time... the excitement is overpowering the nervous and anxious feelings. I have a goal in mind. A reachable goal. And one that I am very excited for. I don't ever remember going to a hot-springs see? And my goal is to go to one and spend the night (without children of course) with my hubby sometime in December. I really wanted to go to one one day while pregnant with Squirmy... but then Rocket Scientist shot that happy balloon down with the fact that pregnant people shouldn't be in a hot tub. Which is certainly correct and I couldn't fight back with anything.
So that is that. Good news is happening though my mind is very troubled for all of our health. And THAT is healthy for my mental state of mind.
I just woke up from a two hour nap (during such I didn't feel any achiness at all) and almost immediately after I sat up, the achiness returned. But it had moved. Now I am quite certain it is coming from my lungs.
For quite a while I have had a cough. I may or may not have mentioned on here what I call "my chronic cough". I really do. When I met Rocket Scientist's parents on Thanksgiving of the year 2004, I guess I was coughing. Because my now mother-in-law said sometime during the wedding activities (June 2005) that I have been coughing since I met her. I never knew that. I just... coughed. I didn't realize how long it has been going on.
On to my current cough. Yes, it is worse. It is usually filled with congestion. Every. Little. Cough. I think this has been going on for..... a month... maybe longer. I can't really remember. I don't keep track of these things. Which is why I didn't realize I had a chronic cough in the first place. When I first got the more congested cough I think I had a cold or something. And so I passed it off as part of the cold, and would soon go away. Well, as you know, it didn't go away. Maybe it got worse... maybe it is the same as it was when I got it. Who knows? Maybe it even got better since I first got it.
One more little side note/introduction before I get into the meat of this post. Since I don't really know how many people who read this know. If you find yourself asking yourself, "Why do you even have a chronic cough? Isn't that enough to be worried about?" well... not really would be my answer. I have had pneumonia about five times (I think I lost count somewhere along the way) for five consecutive winters. The sixth winter after all these bouts of pneumonia I had bronchitis and haven't had a single stitch of either of them since. To which I contribute a herbal remedy my mom found called "Clear lung". Some Chinese thing...
This all happened when I was in my junior high/high school years. If anyone knows anything about lung diseases is that when you get one, your lungs never fully heal. They get weaker and weaker every single time you get a disease. My lungs..... are pretty bad off on their own. If I continue to play my trumpet... I'm still ok. Because it strengthens them. Though I am in the process of testing this... if I do aerobic exercise, it should help strengthen my lungs as well. Or so my OB said on one of the appointments I asked him about it this last pregnancy.
So... the title of this post is "'A little worried..." and so I am. With this added achiness in my lungs... I believe I have reason to worry. It could just be the fact that they aren't strengthened enough. It could be that I have a cold or something. I'm not sure what it is. Last summer (click here if you wish to see the actual post right after it happened...) I felt sure I had pneumonia. It felt exactly the same. Sharp pain in my lungs, couldn't breathe... the whole deal. We went to the instacare, and they x-rayed me, declared my lungs clear of anything. Gave me medication for pain killers and sent me on my merry little way (once I was stabilized) not telling me what had caused the pain. They seemed stumped. What were those eight years at college for huh??? One thing they did say, is that if happened again to go to the ER, for it may be a blood clot in the lung and they can't test for it at the instacare. They don't have the equipment.
So my theories are thus: It could be that my lungs just need a little trumpet playing pick me up. Or it could maybe even possibly be pneumonia or bronchitis. Or scarier still... it could be a blood clot. Very worry worthy.
Another worry in my life right now... I'm planning on calling the pediatrics tomorrow... Last night sometime little Squirmy was gasping or chocking on something. Remember me mentioning that he would do this while eating? Well... he did it while still laying in his cradle last night. I don't really know what to say on this point. Seriously. I'm sitting here with my fingers over the keys wondering what to write. (and for any family members out there thinking snide comments... OBVIOUSLY I'm not hovering over the keys wondering what to write while I'm typing.)
Something though that MIGHT have an effect on Squirmy's condition. After Squirmy did that last night, I also heard Rocket Scientist do something odd. I don't know how his breathing was before this, but he took a big almost gasping breath and continued onward. I have heard of something like... Sleep apnea... but I have no idea what it is. But as far as I understand it... your body is so into the sleep that you stop breathing for a while... then take a big breath like Rocket Scientist did last night... then you are back on a regular breathing schedule.
This is all speculation... But like I said... I will be calling the pediatrician tomorrow about Squirmy.
On a happier note... I got a nap today! Which is normal for a Sunday afternoon, but welcome just the same. Another happy/exciting part of my life right now... I resigned with Mary Kay! I'm also anxious and nervous. I worry about not doing. I didn't do last time I tried this. But I sincerely believe that in doing this business I can help other women. And no... I don't mean to help other women spend money. Many out there don't need any help. But I can see the positive changes that have happened in my life from Mary Kay. From the wonderful women I will be working with. I wish to help other women see how wonderful and beautiful they are. I'm not a huge make-up fan. But to see the good points in one woman's face and let her know that. Even just that simple gesture is what I strive to do. We claim not to paint one's face to their ideal face, but rather to, through make-up, accentuate the positive.
I'm excited to start back up. Really I am. I think this time... the excitement is overpowering the nervous and anxious feelings. I have a goal in mind. A reachable goal. And one that I am very excited for. I don't ever remember going to a hot-springs see? And my goal is to go to one and spend the night (without children of course) with my hubby sometime in December. I really wanted to go to one one day while pregnant with Squirmy... but then Rocket Scientist shot that happy balloon down with the fact that pregnant people shouldn't be in a hot tub. Which is certainly correct and I couldn't fight back with anything.
So that is that. Good news is happening though my mind is very troubled for all of our health. And THAT is healthy for my mental state of mind.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Good newses... among other things.
For those who are wondering... I will keep the good newses going on here. I honestly don't know what I would write about besides that. And it might be too hard to keep up with multiple blogs. So... they stay.
I will not however continue to call them "GNM #". It is boring to even me. I will keep my posts positive (or at least as positive as I can on harder days) and try to mention a good news every day like I have before. That said... on to the post!
Today was the first day we were able to have a non-baby date. We even had someone come to watch the kids. I owe them cookies. Or butter-flake rolls.... what would you prefer? We went to watch Harry Potter. I loved it. After the horrible make of the third movie, I was quite impressed with this one. It was as good as the first two. Oh.... that MIGHT have something to do with it being the same director.... hmm..... I wish he would have done all of them. The third book is my favorite. I was really disappointed in the movie.
Another good thing with this... there were no complaints from the babysitters when we got home. I'm not quite sure if that is because they are so nice and kind they wouldn't have said anything went wrong or if nothing really went wrong. In any case, they said that Bug slept most of the time (due to no nap day today...) and that Squirmy slept most of the time as well. I was worried Squirmy would have one of his scream fests while we were gone.
Another good thing with this... I'm full of them today, huh? Squirmy gave me some really big smiles when I got home. It felt nice that he recognizes me (or at least my voice) and love me enough to give me big smiles when I get back from an extended period of time.
Some more thoughts as far as good news goes... we went to the store after the movie because were out of dishwasher detergent (and we all know not to put Joy in the dishwasher). While there I was kind of pining after the fact that we shouldn't (because the babysitters were waiting for us to come home) and couldn't (because of the tightness of finances) go out to eat after the movie. I was hoping we could get some sort of snack that we wouldn't normally get. I hadn't had Oreos in a while, and started craving them. We walked past them. I'm inclined to think Rocket Scientist would have given in to me had I put them in the cart. But as I stared at them, I saw fat. And I imagined my little Wii Fit graph going up. I sadly sighed and walked on. Then excitedly decided to get cherries instead. But then I remembered that the particular store we were at wasn't noted for it's produce. Would I rather have good cherries than no cherries at all? I guess so. We left the store without a single impulse buy.
Good news? Sort of. I was really looking forward to some sort of snack. And I'm really sad I can't get Oreos without imagining my thighs getting fatter. I don't think that is because of this blog, though that is why I started it and named it thus. I think it is more my frame of mind of losing weight. But in any case, I seem to be in a healthier frame of mind. I just wish I knew of snacks that I really loved that were still healthy for me. Like cherries. But from a better produce store...
Now I guess I will sign off as my cute little three year old terror is screaming and giving Rocket Scientist an unneeded headache. Oh, and kicking the walls... yeah... he likes to do that when he is mad...
I will not however continue to call them "GNM #". It is boring to even me. I will keep my posts positive (or at least as positive as I can on harder days) and try to mention a good news every day like I have before. That said... on to the post!
Today was the first day we were able to have a non-baby date. We even had someone come to watch the kids. I owe them cookies. Or butter-flake rolls.... what would you prefer? We went to watch Harry Potter. I loved it. After the horrible make of the third movie, I was quite impressed with this one. It was as good as the first two. Oh.... that MIGHT have something to do with it being the same director.... hmm..... I wish he would have done all of them. The third book is my favorite. I was really disappointed in the movie.
Another good thing with this... there were no complaints from the babysitters when we got home. I'm not quite sure if that is because they are so nice and kind they wouldn't have said anything went wrong or if nothing really went wrong. In any case, they said that Bug slept most of the time (due to no nap day today...) and that Squirmy slept most of the time as well. I was worried Squirmy would have one of his scream fests while we were gone.
Another good thing with this... I'm full of them today, huh? Squirmy gave me some really big smiles when I got home. It felt nice that he recognizes me (or at least my voice) and love me enough to give me big smiles when I get back from an extended period of time.
Some more thoughts as far as good news goes... we went to the store after the movie because were out of dishwasher detergent (and we all know not to put Joy in the dishwasher). While there I was kind of pining after the fact that we shouldn't (because the babysitters were waiting for us to come home) and couldn't (because of the tightness of finances) go out to eat after the movie. I was hoping we could get some sort of snack that we wouldn't normally get. I hadn't had Oreos in a while, and started craving them. We walked past them. I'm inclined to think Rocket Scientist would have given in to me had I put them in the cart. But as I stared at them, I saw fat. And I imagined my little Wii Fit graph going up. I sadly sighed and walked on. Then excitedly decided to get cherries instead. But then I remembered that the particular store we were at wasn't noted for it's produce. Would I rather have good cherries than no cherries at all? I guess so. We left the store without a single impulse buy.
Good news? Sort of. I was really looking forward to some sort of snack. And I'm really sad I can't get Oreos without imagining my thighs getting fatter. I don't think that is because of this blog, though that is why I started it and named it thus. I think it is more my frame of mind of losing weight. But in any case, I seem to be in a healthier frame of mind. I just wish I knew of snacks that I really loved that were still healthy for me. Like cherries. But from a better produce store...
Now I guess I will sign off as my cute little three year old terror is screaming and giving Rocket Scientist an unneeded headache. Oh, and kicking the walls... yeah... he likes to do that when he is mad...
Friday, August 7, 2009
GNM 20
Lots of good news happening today!
Last night Squirmy ate at 10:30 and we all went to bed. Squirmy didn't wake up until THREE!!!!!!! Wahoo!!!!!!!! It felt great!
Probably due to all the sleep I got last night, I felt energized enough to get up at 6 today, work out on the Wii Fit, and shower before Bug woke up. I did so. It felt great. :)
Also, today while partying with Cat for her birthday, one of her guests said, "I almost didn't recognize you! You lost a lot of weight!" Now, I know that most of it was Squirmy (the last time I saw her I was still preggo) but it still felt wonderful to hear those blessed words!
Last night Squirmy ate at 10:30 and we all went to bed. Squirmy didn't wake up until THREE!!!!!!! Wahoo!!!!!!!! It felt great!
Probably due to all the sleep I got last night, I felt energized enough to get up at 6 today, work out on the Wii Fit, and shower before Bug woke up. I did so. It felt great. :)
Also, today while partying with Cat for her birthday, one of her guests said, "I almost didn't recognize you! You lost a lot of weight!" Now, I know that most of it was Squirmy (the last time I saw her I was still preggo) but it still felt wonderful to hear those blessed words!
Thursday, August 6, 2009
GNM 19
My good news minute today is that my mom lives close enough for me to escape to her house when I'm too stressed/angry/frustrated with my kids to the point where I worry about hurting them.
To my mother's house or bust!
To my mother's house or bust!
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
GNM 17 & 18
First things first:
I'm imagining I'm boring you all with these good news minutes, and contemplating starting a new blog for JUST good news minutes. If I did would you check it? Would you then have to read two blogs of my dreary life? Comment your thoughts and let me know. If you don't really care to read my good news minutes, you wouldn't have to. I do them mainly for me which is why I'm thinking of starting a new blog. Let me know your thoughts please.
Yesterday's good news minute:
Who knew that homemade mac n' cheese leftovers, a lb of ground beef, and two cans of tomato soup (one progresso one cambells) would taste SO GOOD?!!?!?!?!? And sad to say this is my good news minute... I kind of had a blah/lazy/not-so-good-mothering kind of day yesterday. But that was my good news minute. I knew my hubby could pull this meal off. He is amazing at improv cooking. We had leftover mac n' cheese and no ketchup! And for those who know me... I can't stand mac n' cheese without ketchup on it! So I was envisioning this kind of meal when I thought of dinner that night, and told Rocket Scientist what I was envisioning and I knew it. He brought it to life. It was so tasty. Try it out sometime... and if you need my mom's amazing mac n' cheese recipe... let me know! ^_^
Today:
Hmm.... not much has really happened today yet. The apartment is amazingly still standing and in good shape. You can still walk around without jumping over a million things. I guess that could count as good news. I'm keeping up with keeping stuff off the floor. I'm not perfect yet... still one project of changing around the clothes (any other mothers hate this chore?? you know... they grow out of what they are wearing and you need to rotate clothes?) that is laying around. But hey. It is out of the usual walking area, and there really isn't that much. So in general... I guess my good news minute for today is that the apartment is still liveable and not a pig sty. ^_^
And here is a few pictures to help promote a good news minute for you! ^_^
I really can't believe how big he is! It makes me smile when I see his belly like this. Call us cruel, but sometimes we call him a beached whale! :)
It just makes you smile, doesn't it?
I'm imagining I'm boring you all with these good news minutes, and contemplating starting a new blog for JUST good news minutes. If I did would you check it? Would you then have to read two blogs of my dreary life? Comment your thoughts and let me know. If you don't really care to read my good news minutes, you wouldn't have to. I do them mainly for me which is why I'm thinking of starting a new blog. Let me know your thoughts please.
Yesterday's good news minute:
Who knew that homemade mac n' cheese leftovers, a lb of ground beef, and two cans of tomato soup (one progresso one cambells) would taste SO GOOD?!!?!?!?!? And sad to say this is my good news minute... I kind of had a blah/lazy/not-so-good-mothering kind of day yesterday. But that was my good news minute. I knew my hubby could pull this meal off. He is amazing at improv cooking. We had leftover mac n' cheese and no ketchup! And for those who know me... I can't stand mac n' cheese without ketchup on it! So I was envisioning this kind of meal when I thought of dinner that night, and told Rocket Scientist what I was envisioning and I knew it. He brought it to life. It was so tasty. Try it out sometime... and if you need my mom's amazing mac n' cheese recipe... let me know! ^_^
Today:
Hmm.... not much has really happened today yet. The apartment is amazingly still standing and in good shape. You can still walk around without jumping over a million things. I guess that could count as good news. I'm keeping up with keeping stuff off the floor. I'm not perfect yet... still one project of changing around the clothes (any other mothers hate this chore?? you know... they grow out of what they are wearing and you need to rotate clothes?) that is laying around. But hey. It is out of the usual walking area, and there really isn't that much. So in general... I guess my good news minute for today is that the apartment is still liveable and not a pig sty. ^_^
And here is a few pictures to help promote a good news minute for you! ^_^
I really can't believe how big he is! It makes me smile when I see his belly like this. Call us cruel, but sometimes we call him a beached whale! :)
It just makes you smile, doesn't it?
Monday, August 3, 2009
GNM 16
I'm putting myself out there with this post, but I just feel like it today. Don't ask me why...
My good news minute is thus:
When I did the body test today on the Wii Fit I didn't hear the words, "That's obese!". When the game weighs you they put your weight and height to the BMI scale. Ever since I started using the Wii Fit, I have heard "That's obese!" after they weighed me. But like I said earlier... my weight was steadily going down, though it jumped up every once in a while. Today though... It was "That's overweight!" Hurrah!!!!!!! Progress is a wonderful feeling. ^_^
Disclaimer:
I know I just had a baby so my weight shouldn't bother me... but I was overweight when I became pregnant, so it is mainly my fault anyway. I'm just glad things are happening now. ^_^
My good news minute is thus:
When I did the body test today on the Wii Fit I didn't hear the words, "That's obese!". When the game weighs you they put your weight and height to the BMI scale. Ever since I started using the Wii Fit, I have heard "That's obese!" after they weighed me. But like I said earlier... my weight was steadily going down, though it jumped up every once in a while. Today though... It was "That's overweight!" Hurrah!!!!!!! Progress is a wonderful feeling. ^_^
Disclaimer:
I know I just had a baby so my weight shouldn't bother me... but I was overweight when I became pregnant, so it is mainly my fault anyway. I'm just glad things are happening now. ^_^
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Oh... one last post
Just to update you on my afghan... (if anyone ever really wonders...) I finished it! I will be submitting it for the State Fair as well. Here is a picture for you all... It is bigger than the picture shows. If you click on it, zoom in, and look at the church. There are big windows and smaller windows. The smaller ones have only one color surrounded by a black outline. THAT is how small the stitches are. So in case you are far away from me and can't see it in person... that gives you a bit of an idea how big this thing is. I can't believe I finished it. Ask my mom... I'm a better starter than a finisher.
Well... here's the pic.
Well... here's the pic.
Ode to Wii Fit
For Mother's Day, Father's Day, my birthday, Rocket Scientist's birthday, AND our anniversary, we combined them all together, and we bought.... a Wii, and a Wii Fit. One gift for all those together. It was well worth it.
My weight may be going up and down and every time it goes back up I get a little depressed, but looking back on the graph that the Wii Fit has... when I go back up, I never go over the previous peak on my little graph that looks like the Rocky Mountains. I am steadily going down. What an amazing thing! I'm glad I have a graph to look at otherwise I would just give up. I'm quite sure of it.
Not only that, but the Yoga poses and even the balance game where you sit on the little balance board and basically meditate has kept me sane. I may have been bad enough off that I could have been prescribed some medication for postpartum depression, but I don't think I'm that bad off anymore... Honestly, I don't know if the relaxing Yoga poses or the meditation alone help keep me sane or if it is just the fact that I'm working out. In any case, while I was sitting on the couch this morning feeding Squirmy and Rocket Scientist was getting Bug ready for church, I just felt... or more like I realized... that our home is more peaceful. It feels less stressed and contentious. And I owe it to my frame of mind, and I owe THAT to the Wii Fit.
Also... side note regarding the Wii Fit... after you do a Body Test (where they weigh you and all that) in one day, you can stand on the balance board holding something, and they will tell you how much that weighs. Well.. just for fun I thought I'd find out how much my children weigh...
Bug: 28 lbs.
Squirmy: 12 lbs.
I recently read one of my friends blogs and she said that her daughters weight at her four month appointment was 12 lbs. Squirmy isn't even 2 months yet! Either her daughter is really light, Squirmy is really heavy, or the doctor's (or the balance board) scale is really messed up. Or maybe just the first two are correct. I thought it was quite strange... I will weigh him on the Wii Fit on the day of his two month appointment to see just how accurate it is.... we'll have to see won't we...
Three cheers for the Wii Fit!!!
My weight may be going up and down and every time it goes back up I get a little depressed, but looking back on the graph that the Wii Fit has... when I go back up, I never go over the previous peak on my little graph that looks like the Rocky Mountains. I am steadily going down. What an amazing thing! I'm glad I have a graph to look at otherwise I would just give up. I'm quite sure of it.
Not only that, but the Yoga poses and even the balance game where you sit on the little balance board and basically meditate has kept me sane. I may have been bad enough off that I could have been prescribed some medication for postpartum depression, but I don't think I'm that bad off anymore... Honestly, I don't know if the relaxing Yoga poses or the meditation alone help keep me sane or if it is just the fact that I'm working out. In any case, while I was sitting on the couch this morning feeding Squirmy and Rocket Scientist was getting Bug ready for church, I just felt... or more like I realized... that our home is more peaceful. It feels less stressed and contentious. And I owe it to my frame of mind, and I owe THAT to the Wii Fit.
Also... side note regarding the Wii Fit... after you do a Body Test (where they weigh you and all that) in one day, you can stand on the balance board holding something, and they will tell you how much that weighs. Well.. just for fun I thought I'd find out how much my children weigh...
Bug: 28 lbs.
Squirmy: 12 lbs.
I recently read one of my friends blogs and she said that her daughters weight at her four month appointment was 12 lbs. Squirmy isn't even 2 months yet! Either her daughter is really light, Squirmy is really heavy, or the doctor's (or the balance board) scale is really messed up. Or maybe just the first two are correct. I thought it was quite strange... I will weigh him on the Wii Fit on the day of his two month appointment to see just how accurate it is.... we'll have to see won't we...
Three cheers for the Wii Fit!!!
GNM 14 & 15
We went to bed early yesterday so I forgot to do my good news minute...
Yesterday:
Yesterday was an overall good day. I don't think I could narrow down anything to just one or even a few good news minutes because the whole day could be considered "good news". But let me think back and see if I can't find some highlights...
I got some exersize on the Wii Fit, we FINALLY got our apartment cleaned... vacuumed, floors moped... the works. Two of my brothers visited (neither of which check my blog... *sadface*), I got to go swimming... most of the laundry done... like I said.... it was an overall good day. Any funny quotes though have escaped me like they always do (which is why I hardly update my "Wise sayings (yeah, I call 'em wise sayings)" section of my blog. Just overall productive, and well worth it!
Today:
I got set apart for my new calling! And let me tell you... I really needed that blessing. I have been very troubled in my soul the last few weeks and felt... lost. Confused... and worried I was losing my faith. I didn't know what to do, or where to turn to. I am trying to keep up with my mom's ever needed advice to "Go forth with faith" but sometimes... I just don't know what to do. I am trying to turn around, and not give up... to go forth with faith... and to do my very best. And the blessing I got today for my new calling (enrichment committee member) has given me the courage and the strength I need to continue on. Even though I feel like I'm in darkness.
And THAT my friends... is very good news.
Yesterday:
Yesterday was an overall good day. I don't think I could narrow down anything to just one or even a few good news minutes because the whole day could be considered "good news". But let me think back and see if I can't find some highlights...
I got some exersize on the Wii Fit, we FINALLY got our apartment cleaned... vacuumed, floors moped... the works. Two of my brothers visited (neither of which check my blog... *sadface*), I got to go swimming... most of the laundry done... like I said.... it was an overall good day. Any funny quotes though have escaped me like they always do (which is why I hardly update my "Wise sayings (yeah, I call 'em wise sayings)" section of my blog. Just overall productive, and well worth it!
Today:
I got set apart for my new calling! And let me tell you... I really needed that blessing. I have been very troubled in my soul the last few weeks and felt... lost. Confused... and worried I was losing my faith. I didn't know what to do, or where to turn to. I am trying to keep up with my mom's ever needed advice to "Go forth with faith" but sometimes... I just don't know what to do. I am trying to turn around, and not give up... to go forth with faith... and to do my very best. And the blessing I got today for my new calling (enrichment committee member) has given me the courage and the strength I need to continue on. Even though I feel like I'm in darkness.
And THAT my friends... is very good news.
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