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Pregnancy sucks… and then it doesn’t… and then it does… and then you just want that baby out.

littlebird-ballerina1*This post was inspired by Marianna from Snappy Surprise who’s pregnant with her first child. Let’s take a minute to welcome her to the mommyhood club!

Pregnancy is such a magical time. You start growing and growing and getting bigger and bigger. There’s some pretty wicked hormones running through your body that makes you cry over a candy commercial. Not just some crying with a light case of the sniffles… it’s the ugly cry.

And before you leave the house, you’re a bathroom ninja and you check to see where the bathrooms are in the vicinity of where your going. I’ve already written about some things I experienced in the days and weeks following my daughter’s birth. Now, it’s time to tackle pregnancy.

A case of the barfs –

I was puking throughout most of my pregnancy. The nausea would get so bad that I would get the spins. Prenatal vitamins were assholes and I would puke nightly after about an hour of feeling like I wanted to die. That was finally resolved when a nurse told me to take 2 gummy Flintstone vitamins without iron in place of the prenatal.

When I was pregnant, my sense of smell was on steroids. I would be dry heaving at things I loved prior to being pregnant, like pepperoni pizza. I would even carry plastic bags in my purse just in case I would get sick.

Cravings  -

I wanted anything lemony or citrusy. My biggest cravings were anything to do with fruit, potatoes, Taco Bell bean burritos with sour cream, and orange juice. Holy hell, I would stab somebody if they fucked with my orange juice. My poor husband.

Food aversions -

That freaking rotiserrie chicken at the grocery store would give me the biggest case of the barfs. It was awful and I would dread having to go grocery shopping. I must have looked like such a sane person before I started showing because there I’d be, going down aisle after aisle, gagging at the smell of that damn chicken wafting in the air.

The sweet spot. -

It was around 6 months when my pregnancy seemed more real to me and it was also around that time that the hummingbird was really, really active at night. My favorite part of the day was late at night when I would be laying in bed and she would be doing her acrobatic circus acts. I loved that bonding time with her.

I would also love when the hummingbird would get the hiccups when she was on the inside. After she was born, I would hold her close to my chest so I could get that feeling back.

The alien inside. -

One night while watching the alien inside of me move around, I lifted up my shirt and would see her poking through my stomach. Then, holy shit, there was an elbow or a knee that really poked up and went from the left side of my stomach to the right side. My first thought was that my baby was going to burst through my stomach like a scene in the movie Alien.

Nobody ever told me stuff like that happens and I was about to wake up my husband to tell him our baby is eating its way through my abdomen. Then it happened a few more times and since my stomach was still intact and my fetus didn’t eat through it, I was pretty sure I was safe.

Peeing every 5 minutes. -

You pee, and pee, and pee, and pee, and pee some more. One thing that should be very clear is that when a pregnant woman says she has to pee right this very second, don’t respond with “But we’ll be there in 5 minutes. Just hold it until then.” Especially if you want to live. There’s a baby sitting on our bladder and once we have to pee, we have to do it then and there.

I’ll eventually be able to lift myself off the couch between now and tomorrow night -

In my 7th month, I started to slow down more because of my basketball sized belly that would have me waddling like a duck. Once I would sit in a chair or on the couch, I would feel like I needed a forklift to get me up. It was getting more difficult to try to get comfortable whether I was sitting, standing, laying on the bed, walking, and driving.

No, I’m not moody, motherfucker. - 

I was moody through my entire pregnancy which by the way, I admit I would take advantage of sometimes, but in my 31st week of pregnancy, I was done, done, done. I was so ready for my daughter to be born. My mood was certainly helped by people who would say to me “Wow, you’re still pregnant! It looks like you should have had that baby weeks ago!”

Get this damn baby out of me now! -

I couldn’t get comfortable, I couldn’t sleep, I had to pee ALL THE TIME, I wanted to eat soft cheeses again, and there seemed like there wasn’t anymore room for the hummingbird to grow. It was cramped quarters in my uterus and I was so ansty and restless to meet my baby. I finally did on April 15, 2009. Her due date was May 6 and that was when we were able to bring her home from the NICU.

Post-baby breast pump nipples - 

There are so many things I could go on about when it comes to post-baby but one thing really sticks out in my mind. I had been pumping for a few weeks and one afternoon, while my newborn daughter was taking a nap, I decided to pump a little extra longer than normal. When I took off the breast shield, I almost screamed.

My nipple was the size of a quarter.

Let me repeat.

My nipple was the size of a quarter!!

With my pregnancy hormones strong and having first time mom-itis, I thought I broke my nipple and it would never go back to its normal size again. I called my husband at work and as soon as he answered, I was like “Omg, Omg, I broke my nipple. It’s huge! I was pumping and now it’s the size of a freaking quarter! What do I do?!”

The hubby calmed me down (I’ll never know how he stopped himself from laughing at me) and tried to assure me that my nipple wasn’t broken and if I just gave it some time, it would go back down to its regular size.

Luckily it did. After that, I thought it was the coolest thing that my nipples could get so large. What? I blame it on being sleep deprived and the fact that I’m easily amused. If I could have, I probably would have stopped everyone I came across in my daily life and would have told them “Want to know something cool? My nipples can get as big as quarters! Wanna see?”

But then there’s that whole getting arrested for public indecency that I wanted to avoid.

What were some of your memorable pregnancy experiences?

*Yael Naim – New Soul

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“Because there’s a fucking H in it.”

*Thank you for your comments on the last post. I haven’t been able to answer them but the MIL comes in a few hours and I’ll go hide to do just that.

**Doing last minute birthday party shopping today. I’ll be so glad when this birthday stuff is over with. hahah!

I saw this several years ago and instantly fell in love with Eddie Izzard. I LOVED the show, The Riches, and was so bummed when they canceled it.

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Have a great weekend!

***Underworld – Push Upstairs

***Foo Fighters – The Pretender

***Andrew Bird – Imitosis

***Pomplamoose – Mashup

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Getting my yearly pap and waiting for my doctor in the exam room for 25 minutes in a thin paper gown while I’m sweating like mad and sticking to everything.

This woman remembered to wear socks... bitch.

This woman remembered to wear socks and is in a cloth gown… bitch.

I had my yearly woman’s wellness visit last week. Aka, awkwardly laying down while your legs are up in the air and your feet are in metal stirrups. Yay!

The hummingbird crawled into bed with me the night before which meant zero sleep for me. I mean zero, zero. I was beyond exhausted that morning and dragged my ass into the car to take her to preschool for the day.

We left later than usual, around 9 am-ish, but I thought since my appointment wasn’t until the early afternoon, I could get some sleep that I really lacked.

Naps aren’t my thing because once I’m asleep, there’s no way I can take a 30 minute nap. I end up sleeping hard, but for some reason my dumb ass always thinks “this time will be different”. Hahaha!

Besides the whole “doctor sticking her hand in my vagina” part, it was a good day because I wasn’t working and had the day off… from pretty much everything. Except my never-ending laundry. And dishes. And more laundry. And picking up around the house. But you get my meaning.

Before my pap, I was going to get a mani/pedi (my fingers and toes are screaming for one), grab some takeout from Chiptole, and make sure I shaved my legs. A day of bliss.

When I got back home, I set my alarm for 10:30 am. Easy peasy.

I set my actual alarm clock because if I use my iPhone, I’ll just think it’s someone calling and ignore it. What? Just saying the truth!

10:30 am: Beep… beep! I hit the snooze button. What’s 10 minutes? I can still get everything done in the amount of time I have.

10:40 am: Beep… beep! Hitting the snooze button again. My pillow is awesome and I’m not getting out of bed. I can still get everything done if I don’t screw around and I go straight to the nail salon.

10:50 am BEEP! Too cozy to get up. I’ll just sleep for another 20 minutes and skip the manicure.

11:10 am: Beep!!!! Umm… I don’t really need to shave my legs, right? Zzzzzzzz.

11:30 am: Oh shit! What have I done?? Priorities, girl! I don’t need Chipotle for lunch after all. But my toe nails… ewwww! I have to get those done. Getting up now!

11:31 am: Ooooh, I love my pillow!! Zzzzzz.

11:50 am: How in the fuck did I hit the snooze button for this long??!!! I need to get my ass uuu…. ppp….  zzzzzzz.

12:30 pm: Oh, it’s 12:30. WHAT?! It’s 12:30!!! I’ll be lucky if I can put on deodorant and clean my lady parts with some baby wipes. I’m definitely not going to wear my Uggs (Yes, they’re ugly as hell but I love mine! So cozy!! Also, you don’t need to wear socks with them.) I have to wear my socks and tennis shoes.

Sidenote: Because of my need for a pedicure, only both of my big toes still have a little nail polish on them. The others? Zip. I know, ick. I’m too lazy to take off what little paint I have on my big toes.

12:35 pm: Brush my teeth, put on my watch, run downstairs, and put on my Uggs. D’oh!

1:00 pm: Get taken back to the exam room, strip down, put on the tissue thin gown, and sit on the edge of the exam table.

1:15 pm: Start to quietly sing my own made up song… ” Where the hell is my doctor? Why isn’t she here? My cootchie is sweating, and I need a beer.”

1:20 pm Still waiting and sweating big time. Start thinking that my thin tissue paper gown will actually be the size of a tissue by the time my doctor walks in.

1:22 pm: Seriously???!!

1:24 pm: Look down at my toes and find that they look even worse in a floresent lit room. Wish I wore socks. I’m really hoping my doctor doesn’t notice my toe nails.

1:25: She FINALLY walks in. We have polite chit-chat, she asks about my daughter, then more polite but kind of awkward “soon this woman will have her hand in my vagina” chit-chat.

She tells me to scootch to the end of the table and put my feet in the stirrups. My dignity plummets. While I’ve never had a problem opening my legs before, especially in high school… sorry mom, my legs are locked together.

She opens my legs… my dignity extinguished, adjusts my left foot into the stirrup, looks at me, and says “I love the nail polish on your toes!”

D’oh!

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Peenterest: The Penis Burger

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Happy Monday!

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This Is Why You Shouldn’t Try To Pick Your Brain.

miyagi-fly1There are several special moments in a parent’s life when you think “What the fuck, kid??” Monday morning was one of those special moments. We’ve all been sick and I had spent most of the night not sleeping while the hummingbird slept soundly in my bed, kicking the crap out of me.

I finally fell asleep only to later be woken up to her standing on my head while she grabbed my phone and started watching Curious George.  She soon hopped out of bed and walked downstairs to where my husband had been sleeping on the couch since there wasn’t anymore room in our bed.

I think it was the stuffed octopus in the bed poking me in the back that woke me up but I also heard screaming from the hummingbird. When I ran to her room, I saw her laying down and freaking the hell out while my hubby was trying to get a wad of tissue that the hummingbird somehow stuck WAY, WAY up her nose.

There was a lot of tissue up such a tiny nose and while my daughter had tears running down her face and was crying hystercially, I tried so hard to hold it together and not laugh at how insane the moment I was in was.

My heart went out to my little girl but I couldn’t help but wonder thank you, Carrie Bradshaw, “Did someone spike my coffee with acid? Is this really happening??”

Ahhh, gotta love parenting.

I’m rarely the calm parent who takes everything in stride but it was probably the cold medicine that chilled me out because while I could sense my hubby was becoming a little frazzled, I remained pretty damn calm, thankyouverymuch.

I looked up the hummingbird’s nose while she screamed some more, trying to calm her but failing to get her to settle down. The wad of tissue was so far up her nose.

We tried to get her to blow her nose but she still hasn’t mastered that yet.

Then she got even more upset and I stood there for a few seconds thinking “oh my fucking god” and “I see a trip to the walk in clinic in the very near future.”

But I didn’t want to be that parent who walks into a medical clinic all frantic because my 3 year-old made her own homemade giant bugger and we couldn’t get it out.

Before I had gone to see what was wrong in the first place, my husband had tried to blast it out with saline spray which just made it get lodged up in there further.

I reluctantly went to get my tweezers but by that point, the hummingbird’s screaming was so bad and my heart hurt. This was getting serious, yo.

I wanted to run back into her bedroom with the tweezers, hand them over to my husband, and say TAG, YOU’RE IT, then run out of the room but I pulled this parenting shit together.

I had no idea how I was going to get the tweezers anywhere near the hummingbird’s nose but then my inner Mr. Miyagi came out and I was one with the nose.

I’ve found in the little hummingbird’s nearly 4 years that when it comes to parenting, most of this shit you just have to make up as you go along.

You never really know what you’re doing when it comes to parenting and are pretty much on your own and fucked so you have to sink or swim.

So, with my Miyagi powers strong and in the “zone”, I calmly (omg, y’all, I need to give myself a pat on the back for dealing with it as calmly as I did because I’m NEVER that calm…ever) handed the tweezers to the still screaming and crying hummingbird who wasn’t having any of it.

I told her that if she holds them, she could stick the tweezers up mommy’s nose and she was on board with that. And I stood there while she poked and proded my nose with the tweezers.

OUCH!

I still didn’t know where I was going with this tweezer thing, only that I wanted to get them in my hand so I can pull out the huge wad of tissue in my daughter’s nose, but I didn’t want to freak her out anymore than she already was.

How do I let her let me get that sucker out?

That’s when she answered my question and started to settle down more. She put the tweezers up to her nose a few times and then the next thing I know, she pulled the waded tissue out of her nose herself.

I jumped up and down and clapped like a winning motherfucker on a game show.

Yes! She got that damn thing out of her nose all by herself. Boom, just like that. And it was big.

Because of the celebrating with a big bowl of ice cream for her right after, I forgot to take a picture of that sucker. I know, total blogging FAIL.

I did learn something though. I’ve heard so many stories of things going up a kid’s nose and thought I was in the clear now that my daughter is getting older.

Nope.

If your kid hasn’t had a traumatic “OMG, there’s something up my nose!!!” incident yet, just wait. It’s one of the many rights of passage for parents.

Like when your kid poops in the tub. Except I’m still waiting for that one to happen.

And when it does, you will be the first ones I tell.

Any traumatic nose or poop in the tub war stories?

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Yippee Ki Yay Motherf*cker!

Ride ‘em cowboy!

Peeny and the elf are together at last.

Update: I found a free download of Santa Stationary that says : “From the desk of Santa Claus”. It would be really cute to write a little note “from Santa” on Christmas morning.

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Get Down On Your Knees

My husband’s family is pretty religious and his grandmother would always not at all gently remind us to go to church.

Even my in-laws pressured us into baptizing the little hummingbird, which we haven’t yet but I do want to give her a blessing at our local Unitarian Universalist church sometime.

My MIL had it all planned out, down to the church and when we would do it, but I had to put my foot down.

When my husband and I were newlyweds, I would try so hard to jump on the religion bandwagon and dragged him to churches over the years.

One time we went to a church service and as usual, I just wasn’t feeling it. Then it happened.

I got major church giggles.

It was more like church hysterics.

I was doing okay and then we got up to sing. As we stood up singing about Jesus, the lyrics started to make me giggle.

The song was something about getting on your knees before Jesus and praising him. Something along those lines.

My mind went into the gutter and I started to think about blow jobs. In church. While singing about Jesus.

It got to the point where I had to stifle my laughter every time the chorus about getting down on your knees was sung.

It took all that I had to try to contain my composure.

Guess what?

It didn’t work.

I started laughing so hard that I even snorted a few times. By the time the song was over, I had tears running down my face and was laughing so hard that I couldn’t breathe.

My husband and I quickly went out of the church and made our way to the car.

The hubby only had one thing to say.

“So much for going to that church again”

I am so going to hell.

When have you laughed inappropiately in a situation?

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