Monday, March 26, 2007

Oh yeah, Mommy blogs!

I was reading a comment over on Baby in a corner's blog and learned this word, "Mommy blog." That is a cool word. In the spirit of this being one of those, one of those who thought she might never be someone's MOMMY, here's my latest MOM discoveries.

1. The Nuby lids fit on Avent bottles. I like the Nuby tops but the bottle was too big for Wee One to handle so I discovered this wonderful option! She still has a hold of her "bottle" but it is not a bottle, it is a sippy cup now (ha, ha, ha...)

2. Thank you God for putting kind people in the path of my almost two year old and me. The ever harried checker at Wally World stopped her crying by handing her the plastic easter eggs I bought. Then he smiled and we all had a brief break from the craziness of the express check out.

3. If you get a sandbox for the backyard, expect to find sand everywhere. EVERYWHERE! In the house, in the car, in the diaper, etc.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Good Housekeeping/ Idiocracy

#1 - This month's issue of Good Housekeeping (with supercool Jada Pinkett, heavy metal rocker, movie star mom on the cover) include the 2nd installment (I missed the 1st installment) of the fertility chronicles. It follows 3 white, married women in the Washington state area as they try/ get pregnant. Interesting stuff, although I get confused who is who sometimes. One is going through IUI, possible about to think about IVF.

#2 - There is a recently released movie called "Idiocracy" with Super hottie Luke Wilson and super funny Maya Rudolph that has the most hilarious and biting comedic section about having babies. It compares the upper-middle class white, educated, snooty couple vs the white"oh shit, I am pregnant again" trailer trash folks.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Office Talk

I had a pause in the middle of a busy day this week and was visiting with one of the drug reps that stopped by. I know many of them well as they have been in the business for many years. This one was one of the newer ones and I am not even sure I could tell you what she sells. She invited me to a evening dinner program and I declined telling her I didn't get out in the evening much due to having a little kid at home. She asked me how old and I told her, thinking it was just the usual polite conversation. She said she was trying to get pregnant (up to IUI) and I mentioned it had taking me some effort to do so. Then she said she had been trying for 4 years. I told her I did IVF. We talked some more and she said that she was so glad I talked to her about my wonderful RE as she had been wondering if that was the next step. As she is under 30, I reassured her that it probably wouldn't be that big a deal but that it was important to make sure there weren't any diseases/ conditions that might need to be treated. She said all her friends got pregnant left and right and of course, this had made her feel even more worried. I told her I was much older when I started and that prayer and friends that understood helped a lot. I told her about the emotional highs and lows that I experienced, and looking into her eyes, I knew she had had some of that already.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

It's all fun until someone gets bitten

Wee One and I were exercising today, me doing yoga and her lounging in her easy chair that plays soothing new agey music. I was finishing trying to bend my once flexible body into different positions (off balance tree, half open gate, barely a half cobra, and wobbly warrior pose 1). I finally laid on my back to rest phase and she came over to sit on my tummy and giggle. We sang songs and clapped her hands to "If your happy and you know it." On touch your nose she gamely played along and on the 3rd time we sang it she picked her nose and grinned mischeviously at me. She put her head to my chest and giggled. And then she BIT ME. There is just a thin layer of skin and connective tissue between world and my ribs. I managed to get her to let go and then I clutched my hand to my chest to go look in the mirror to see if I was bleeding or some vital organ was exposed. As I scurried down the hall towards the bathroom mirror, I ran into my DH who proclaimed it to be a love bite without any hemorrhaging. At least it is low enough to be covered by a shirt so people don't think I got a hickey.