Today's Intake...feel free to ignore

I won't do this for very long, but I do need to keep track in the short-term to see how much food this child is actually consuming. So as I said, feel free to ignore this and any other baby-feeding related posts...but the blog is a very easy place to record the info.

8:30am 4oz
11:30am 4oz
2:45pm 4oz
(PLEASE HOLD FOR MORE DATA)
5:45pm 4oz
8:45pm 4oz
1:50am 4oz
4:50am 4oz + a poop!

Grand total: 28oz in 24 hours...right on track!

Raya Bear

So far, so good. She seems to be a good baby (knock wood): She eats, sleeps and poops...and that's about it. She cries only when she needs something and makes lots of great squeaky sounds.

Did I mention she poops a lot? Yesterday we had an international poop incident, one that forced both of us to change our clothes and take tubbies. Yep. She pooped through her diaper, through her onesie and through my shirt.

And did I mention she likes to eat? According to the doctor, she's taking in waaay too much food. Um. Ooops! So I'm going to keep track (thanks blog!) for a few days just to see exactly how much she's actually eating in a 24-hour period.

Wednesday, May 30
6:30am 4oz
10:45am 5oz
1:00pm 2oz
5:20pm 4oz
9:30pm 4.5oz
(PLEASE HOLD)
12:50am 4oz
4:15am 4oz
For a grand total of 27.5 ounces

I promise...

...if I ever get tuberculosis, I will not jeopardize the health of hundreds of people by BOARDING A PLANE TWICE and flying across the pond just so I could get married and honeymoon in Greece. Promise. Won't happen.

Why this person knowingly did it is beyond me...especially because he apparently suffers from an extremely drug-resistant form of the disease.

I think this qualifies him for the Guinness Book of World Records for greatest jackass move of all time. Do you agree?

Check out the story on CNN if you haven't already.

Getting back into shape

So I'm well on my way. According to my scale (which is very good to me, I might add), I've lost 26 pregnancy pounds, which means I only have 11 pounds to get back to my pre-pregnancy weight and 15-17 lbs to be where I want to be.

The only problem is that despite the weight loss, I am still quite misshapen and I'm sure I've lost quite a bit of muscle mass (from lack of both weight training and protein).

So I've changed my diet (mostly), started walking on a daily basis, and will resume some weight activity this weekend.

Oh, and I *will* buy my first pair of Spanx. 'Cause let's face it, nothing will be the same again after birthing two babies. So the perfect bod (or at least a tighter one) must be faked.

Eat much?

I think you will all agree that my baby likes to eat... A LOT.

Tee hee!

Okay, I'm NOT 14...

...but apparently my skin thinks I am. My forehead and cheeks are breaking out. With acne! What's up with that?

Yes, I understand that my hormones are going bonkers right now, but there's no need for them to screw with my face. They're doing a good enough number on me mentally; I really don't need the added stress of ZITS. Ick. I really hope it won't get TOO bad because if it does, you'll see me on a Proactive commercial soon enough.

And just think, pretty soon my hair will start to fall out, my boobs will shrivel up and die and I'll be stuck with an extra 4-10 pounds (all in the wrong places, I might add)! Won't that be lovely? Don't. Answer.

The Dancing Finale

I zoomed through it today (thanks DVR) because let's be honest, it was the most bloated finale special save perhaps that of the Bachelor. I skipped through most of it - saw the dances (which were all really, really good), caught the scores and saw the crowning.

So the obvious question: Am I disappointed that the FAT ONE didn't win? Not really. Apolo performed very well...especially in the finale...and deserved the win. And even though he was disappointed, Joey was very gracious. Laila? Not so much...you could tell she was pissed. Somehow I don't think she's used to placing third nor do I think she was really expecting to do so.

All in all, this was the best Dancing with the Stars yet. It was the most entertaining and had the best talent. Good job, ABC!

8lbs 8oz

Apparently Raya likes her food...and her food likes her back: She gained an entire POUND in one week. Babies are supposed to get back up to their birth weight one to two weeks after birth....Raya did that and more (to the tune of 13oz!)

So here's a picture from today just so you can see those incredibly yummy chubby cheeks.

And in case you think I'd forgotten about the older child, here is one of her recent school pics. She looks too damn old, if you ask me. Where did my toddler go? But isn't she incredibly sweet looking? It's very deceptive... ;-)

My money's on Joey

Tonight is the Dancing finale -yes, I'm actually quite sad - and I fully expect Joey, the FAT ONE to win. Last night, he proved with his freestyle that he is an exceptional entertainer and a great dancer.

My second choice is the CUTE ONE, Apolo. He doesn't have the entertainment factor, but he is a strong dancer and looks great with his partner.

I've never been a huge Laila fan so I won't be disappointed if she comes in third. I don't, however, expect her to win.

We'll see. I think this will prove to be the closest race yet.

Every 240 minutes, I push the button.

Because if I forget to push that button every 240 minutes, a catastrophe of biblical proportions awaits. I'm not sure the wails of an 11-day old child could cause a plane to drop from the sky, but they certainly make me wish I were on some deserted island stuck only with Matthew Fox and the smoke monster.

And so every day I set my watch to countdown the critical 240 minutes until my newborn's next feeding. As I type, I have 25 minutes to go...

Petsmart Commercial (Barky Von Schnauzer)

Just in case you haven't seen it.

Dear Raya,

Can I just tell you that you make the cutest squeaking noises I've ever heard? I've taken to calling you Squeaky McCracken...don't ask me why. In the hospital I called you Squeaky Von Schnauzer because I call your sister Barky Von Schnauzer when she has the croupy cough. I know it sounds strange, but there is a funny PetSmart commercial in which a guy calls for his dog - Barky Von Schnauzer. It cracks me up every time I see it.

Anyhoo, you're sleeping right now - something you do well and often. But I have to remind you of two events in particular, both of which happened today:

1. You projectile pooped all over your father as he changed your diaper. Apparently it was pretty damn nasty and required him to take a shower tout de suite!
2. You spit up an entire bottle of formula....DOWN MY SHIRT. Not on my shirt. DOWN MY SHIRT. It was rather nasty, but really funny at the same time. Don't worry, I'll remind you of this particular incident when you're 15 and want nothing to do with me. And I'll do it in front of all of your friends.

I've decided not to keep a baby book; this seems to be a much better way to chronicle the trials and tribulations of motherhood (and babyhood!)

Oh, and thanks for the one-eyed smiles. They make my day.

I really did it!

I birthed that child and she is gorgeous. I've told this story a million times and I don't have much energy to write it all down, so bear with me. I'll share in installments. And I promise to start blogging again; as you can imagine, I've been quite busy these past few days!

So, here's the TWOP summary:

• Was supposed to be induced Friday morning, May 11.
• Got bumped. EVERYONE apparently decided to deliver that day (figures).
• Took a shower. Thought my water broke and started to really contract.
• Called doctor. They said, come on in. I told them I'd wait because they were busy. They said I couldn't.
• Natche had to take a shower and do about 50 other things. I drove myself to the hospital so he could finish and then take P to school.
• Got there (around 9, I think) and got checked. Water hadn't broken BUT I was 6cm dilated and contractions (not strong) were 2-3 minutes apart.
• They decided to keep me in the room even though they were incredibly busy and weren't prepared to deliver me yet. I told them I'd go down to the cafe if it would help. They said no; they weren't prepared for me to deliver in a hospital hallway.
• Asked for epidural. Nurse told me they needed to get a bag of fluids in me first...so they started my IV. Or tried to. Didn't like the nurse who blew my vein the first time.
• Natche finally arrived and I continued to lie in bed just waiting.
• Epi man came around 12-ish...I think. Didn't like him either. It took more than 30 minutes and SEVERAL tries to get the damn catheter in my back and that hurt worse than anything else I endured that day. Thankfully the final try took and ended up being a good epidural.
• Nancy, my wonderful midwife, broke my water sometime between 1 and 2....as Natche was eating his lunch. Tee hee!
• Nurse Elaine catheterized me to empty my bladder around 3-ish. Did you know that a full bladder can impede labor?
• Began to push at 5 min to 4pm.
• Raya was born 25 minutes later at 4:20pm, Friday May 11, 2007.

The best parts: No pain. No tearing. No swelling. No bleeding. And, most importantly, I got to watch my daughter being born. It was fantastic.

I'll post more later. But for now, here are/were her stats:

Raya Laine, 7lbs 11oz, 20" long

The State of My Economy

Just reported on MSNBC:

Weak April retail sales bring May jitters
A disappointing month prompts concerns about consumer spending outlook.

Some of the nation’s largest retailers reported weak same-store sales in April, adding fuel to concerns that retail spending could face a longer-term slowdown if economic woes continue to weigh on consumers.
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Um, MSNBC hasn't been to my house recently, have they? Because between the Arbonne purchases ($500+) and the stuff I absolutely *had* to have for Petra and/or the new baby (gazillions), I have single-handledly kept this country out of a recession.

Now people, remember, I'm headed off on maternity leave so I won't be able to get the mall/Target as frequently as I can now (at least for two weeks!). So I fully expect you to keep up the spending while I'm holed up taking care of a new baby. Hear me??? I won't have all of my hard work go down the drain because you can't whip out the gold AmEx.

Thank you in advance for your consideration.

One more bottle of beer on the wall...

One week until my due date. One day until my induction (hopefully...PLEASE DON'T BUMP ME). I am *so* ready for this it isn't even funny.

So probably not too many more updates before le bebe, but I'll see what I can do. Just think: no more *poor me* pregnancy posts. Aren't you excited?

I found it! I really found it!

*This* is the song I've been looking for. From the Dunkin Donuts commercial. From LAST SUMMER.

Al was right, it's by They Might be Giants and it's called, "Time has taken my boat away."

I found it!

Is it possible?

That America loves EYE-AN Ziering more than the Fat One? Say it isn't so! Eye-an is half the dancer Joey is yet still evaded the bottom two last night. How? How? How?

Look people, I don't care if you're waxing nostalgic on 90210. Let's face it, of all of the characters of that wildy-popular-but-didn't-seem-to-know-when-to-end show, Steve Sanders was the least liked. BY EVERYBODY. He was rich, whiny and not all that attractive. And on Dancing, he appears stiff (um, dancing stiff) and frustrated (um, by the judges scores) all of the time.

So please, don't make the wrong choice. Knock Eye-an out of this competition next week, I beg of you. Because if the Fat One goes, I just might stop watching.

Where in the hell...

...is my Youtube video post? I uploaded it two damn days ago! TWICE. Did I do something wrong when I changed my template? Seriously people, all I want to do is show Allison the Dunkin video I found with that song I hummed to her more than a BILLION times. Is that too much to ask?

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And no, no baby. They say they'll induce on Friday. We'll see...

Oh, I guess I should say something about Lost too...

It was "meh" in my opinion. Very predictable. Somewhat boring. The end.

Can it really be?

There are only three Heroes episodes left! And if you haven't seen this week's EXCELLENT episode (arguably the best of the season), please, do not read on; there is a major spoiler ahead.
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Man, Sylar is a bad ass and Adrian Pasdar is a fairly strong actor to pull of the Nathan/Sylar character this week. The best scene is when he and Claire meet up as father and daughter...sort of. And we find out that Nathan ain't really Nathan.

Also, I concur with Erin at TWOP, the Heroes are much hotter and in some ways a lot more interesting five years in the future. I mean, look at Peter! Yes, Erin, he MORE THAN resembles Neo - in look, demeanor and sort of super superhero powers - but that's ok. He's still much hotter in the future.

And past Hiro talking with future Hiro? Hysterical in some cases because it shows just how naive past Hiro really is. Oh and now I understand Mystery Sock's (copyright TWOP) final words. His job was to write the final comic so that past Hiro would know that it's his job to kill Sylar.

These final three episodes are going to be awesome. I just can't believe the season's almost over!
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And no, no baby. YET.

38w 1d

I know. I know. I've been neglecting my blog...but with very good reasons:

1. I'm too damn tired to do anything but waddle around and complain
2. I really have nothing to say

See what I mean? Those are damn good reasons. I am utterly exhausted, have a cold and feel like my pelvis is going to break in half any second. Other than that, I'm peachy.

The bright spot in all of this: I had a spa pedicure yesterday and it was amazing. I have to remember to pamper myself more when I get into a funk because it really works. Either that or buy myself something super expensive and luxurious.

Oh, and to my three readers out there: if you have any sympathy for me at all, please concentrate all of your mind mojo on putting me in labor. Thanks very much (in advance).

It's official.

I'm miserable. And still pregnant. So I have very little to say. I'll try and think of some sort of update later. Look for an edit.