I don’t know why I thought that with a third child I would have fewer expenses. The more we talk about it, the more we need. I expected this with CA, because obviously, I was not going to dress her in boy’s clothes, but all of our gear was pretty gender neutral so there was not much cost involved there.
Here’s the thing. Once “your gear” has already been through two children, it’s pretty much useless to the third. Couple that with my insurance co-pay going up from $250 to $500 to deliver, and we’ve already pretty much sucked up the tax credit we’ll get for number 3.
I am glad that we invested in a sturdy and oversized bassinette so that we don’t have to throw CA out of the crib right away (both kids slept in our room for 6-8 months—we only moved CA out because she was crawling out over the side and in to our bed—yes she was even a stinker at 7months old), and also that the crib is in really good shape. Our stroller, short of being FILTHY, is in very good condition too. I suppose those are the heavy hitters; the ones that are meant to last. Again, I’m glad that they have.
Here is a list of what we need though, and more importantly, why we need it.
1. A Bouncy Seat. I slipped and fell on ours when ED was a baby and I couldn’t bear to have him in another room while I showered. Yes, he was in it at the time, and also my knee barely missed his head. It was severely bent, but still usable. CA used it for about 6 months before ED jumped on it and snapped the metal (where it was already bent) in half. We also had the baby papasan for CA but I gave it away. It was stupid.
2. A baby monitor. Ours shorted out; sparks and all, shortly after ED and CA began sharing a room. I suspect foul play.
3. A new swing. I’ve always hated ours because it randomly stops and starts and has no rhythm. Plus, after I discovered that CA had been dumping her bottle in the pad and there was actually mildew growing under there, I’ve never looked at it the same. I also can not get the pad clean.
4. A new high chair. Ours is permanently reclined. It’s a piece of garbage. We won’t need this for a while at least.
I feel a little bit better typing it out and seeing that it’s only a few things. But then of course breast milk bags, bottles, nursing pads, etc. etc. will add up. If it’s a boy, I’ll need to buy clothes too, since ED was huge and born in the dead of winter.
I suppose the expenses never go away. I’m not concerned that we won’t be able to afford it, but it doesn’t make it any less stressful. I’m registering at Babies ‘R Us because I have a coupon for free bottles and binkies when you register (even thought I hate binkies) and for 10% off any gift that wasn’t purchased for you. I don’t anticipate any of them being purchased for me (nor would I ask anyone for anything) but that 10% is a bonus!
I know; I’m a lunatic. I apologize. Less than 7 months to go!!
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Cheaper Than Therapy!
Dear Grocery Store-
Is it too much to ask for you to carry some GOLDEN Italian Dressing? Seriously! There are people our there who don’t want balsamic this and Extra Virgin that! I just wanted some regular effing dressing! JEEZE!
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Dear Employees-
If you make fun of one of my typos in an instant message again I’m going to lose it. Because you’re perfect, right? Keep in mind that I wouldn’t be sending mass IM’s if you were doing your jobs. Rot in hell.
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Dear Hubs-
Can we get over this silent fight reminiscent of Everybody Loves Raymond where neither of us will empty the bathroom garbage can regardless of how full it is? So what if I’ve jammed a toilet paper tube in there and am now packing my garbage in to the tube just so that it fits without getting all over the floor. You should suck it up and empty it.
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Dear Hubs-
Also, no, you can not touch my boobs. Deal with the fact that it’s probably going to be a year before you can.
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Dear Tomato Sandwich (that I brought for lunch today)—
I can’t wait to eat you!!!
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Dear Sabbie-Cat-
I appreciate you taking the initiative to keep your own butt clean after multiple attempts on our part as well as seriously cutting back on your food. This does not mean that I want said ass in face.
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Dear Coffee-
How I miss you. Your delicious aroma is everywhere. I am looking forward to the day we can meet again peacefully.
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Dear ED-
We get that you are four now. Contrary to popular belief, this does not mean that you can stay up late or drive the car. You are four, which is big, but not that big.
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Dear Headache-
Please just go away. I am begging you. Please, once and for all.
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Dear Christmas and Birthday Photos-
Could you maybe upload yourself? I just don’t feel like it.
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Dear OBGYN’s of the World-
Can the best one in my area that delivers at the hospital I want just contact me directly? Finding someone who is reputable when you are pregnant is hard work. I know you’re looking for me……here I am!!! Conversely, can you, the OBGYN I want, change your policy and deliver at my hospital of choice? That would work a whole lot better for me. Kay? Thanks.
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Dear CA-
Telling me that your hands are full to get out of doing something when it is apparent that your hands are not full is probably not the best lie you could tell. It reminds me how innocent you are though even when you’re trying to be a piss-pot. Also, I’m proud of you for being able to recognize all of your letters. I had no idea you could do that!
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Dear End of the Day
Please come quickly! I want to go home!!!
Love to you all,
Saly
Is it too much to ask for you to carry some GOLDEN Italian Dressing? Seriously! There are people our there who don’t want balsamic this and Extra Virgin that! I just wanted some regular effing dressing! JEEZE!
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Dear Employees-
If you make fun of one of my typos in an instant message again I’m going to lose it. Because you’re perfect, right? Keep in mind that I wouldn’t be sending mass IM’s if you were doing your jobs. Rot in hell.
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Dear Hubs-
Can we get over this silent fight reminiscent of Everybody Loves Raymond where neither of us will empty the bathroom garbage can regardless of how full it is? So what if I’ve jammed a toilet paper tube in there and am now packing my garbage in to the tube just so that it fits without getting all over the floor. You should suck it up and empty it.
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Dear Hubs-
Also, no, you can not touch my boobs. Deal with the fact that it’s probably going to be a year before you can.
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Dear Tomato Sandwich (that I brought for lunch today)—
I can’t wait to eat you!!!
_________________________________
Dear Sabbie-Cat-
I appreciate you taking the initiative to keep your own butt clean after multiple attempts on our part as well as seriously cutting back on your food. This does not mean that I want said ass in face.
_________________________________
Dear Coffee-
How I miss you. Your delicious aroma is everywhere. I am looking forward to the day we can meet again peacefully.
_________________________________
Dear ED-
We get that you are four now. Contrary to popular belief, this does not mean that you can stay up late or drive the car. You are four, which is big, but not that big.
_________________________________
Dear Headache-
Please just go away. I am begging you. Please, once and for all.
_________________________________
Dear Christmas and Birthday Photos-
Could you maybe upload yourself? I just don’t feel like it.
_________________________________
Dear OBGYN’s of the World-
Can the best one in my area that delivers at the hospital I want just contact me directly? Finding someone who is reputable when you are pregnant is hard work. I know you’re looking for me……here I am!!! Conversely, can you, the OBGYN I want, change your policy and deliver at my hospital of choice? That would work a whole lot better for me. Kay? Thanks.
__________________________________
Dear CA-
Telling me that your hands are full to get out of doing something when it is apparent that your hands are not full is probably not the best lie you could tell. It reminds me how innocent you are though even when you’re trying to be a piss-pot. Also, I’m proud of you for being able to recognize all of your letters. I had no idea you could do that!
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Dear End of the Day
Please come quickly! I want to go home!!!
Love to you all,
Saly
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
How Did You Find Out??
Well, I was struggling with what I was going to write today, if anything because I’ve got a killer headache that has lasted for a week and this mucus issue going on that is not helping. I was going to talk about my ever-growing stressful list of the baby products we need since ours have been through 2 kids and we have either thrown them out, or they are completely destroyed, OR I never liked them to begin with and dammit my 3rd baby deserves better! Then I read Swistle’s post. Asking how we found out we were pregnant, and there it was! I knew I had to write about it.
The first time around, I had been charting my cycle like a crazy person for 3 or 4 months—basically ever since we got married and I had stopped taking the pill. I knew that there was a chance, but when I started getting horrific cramps, I figured it was my period and started popping Pamprin like there was no tomorrow. I went to the doctor for something completely unrelated that week, and mentioned that I was a day late and that my cycle was usually 28 days on the nose. The nurse said that it couldn’t hurt to take a test, and I did. She told me to wait about 5 minutes for it to develop and then ran back in the room about a minute later yelling “You’re pregnant!!!!” I didn’t even know how to react. Hub had borrowed my cell phone that day, so I tried calling him from numerous pay phones on my way back to work. He didn’t answer. I finally told him in a whisper from my desk at work. I was taking classes in the evening at the time, and went to school and bombed a really important test. Luckily, my professor had a 2-year-old and a one-year-old and she understood. I retook the test the following week.
The second time around, my cycles were all out of whack. We weren’t being careful at all, so I was buying pregnancy tests in bulk. I was working this weird 12:15-9:00 shift at the time, but I was working days on this particular day because one of our partners was taking all of the managers out to dinner at a fancy restaurant. I had planned on having drinks on their dime since I was done nursing—ED was 11 months old and had weaned himself by then—but I figured I would be responsible and take a test just in case. Imagine my surprise when it was positive. I woke hub up to tell him and then laid back down in bed with him completely in shock. It’s weird because I can remember that it was 5:34 AM, exactly how our bedroom was set up at the time and the pajamas I had on.
This third time, again, my cycles have just not been normal. One day in November I happened to plug in the date of my last period and realized that we had a good chance of being pregnant based on “our activity”. The weird thing was that when I realized it was a possibility, I really really wanted it. I said a little prayer right then and there, that if there truly was a chance to please make it happen. I wasn’t surprised at all when I tested positive. The first test had a super faint second line and I woke Hub up to tell him the news. By now, it was no big deal and we both went about our mornings. I tested again over that weekend to be sure, and here we are, 6 weeks later, 10 weeks along. Despite being sick, and run down and all that jazz, life is pretty much the same as it’s always been.
For me, finding out that I am expecting is almost as exciting as actually having the baby. I just wish we didn’t have to wait so long.
The first time around, I had been charting my cycle like a crazy person for 3 or 4 months—basically ever since we got married and I had stopped taking the pill. I knew that there was a chance, but when I started getting horrific cramps, I figured it was my period and started popping Pamprin like there was no tomorrow. I went to the doctor for something completely unrelated that week, and mentioned that I was a day late and that my cycle was usually 28 days on the nose. The nurse said that it couldn’t hurt to take a test, and I did. She told me to wait about 5 minutes for it to develop and then ran back in the room about a minute later yelling “You’re pregnant!!!!” I didn’t even know how to react. Hub had borrowed my cell phone that day, so I tried calling him from numerous pay phones on my way back to work. He didn’t answer. I finally told him in a whisper from my desk at work. I was taking classes in the evening at the time, and went to school and bombed a really important test. Luckily, my professor had a 2-year-old and a one-year-old and she understood. I retook the test the following week.
The second time around, my cycles were all out of whack. We weren’t being careful at all, so I was buying pregnancy tests in bulk. I was working this weird 12:15-9:00 shift at the time, but I was working days on this particular day because one of our partners was taking all of the managers out to dinner at a fancy restaurant. I had planned on having drinks on their dime since I was done nursing—ED was 11 months old and had weaned himself by then—but I figured I would be responsible and take a test just in case. Imagine my surprise when it was positive. I woke hub up to tell him and then laid back down in bed with him completely in shock. It’s weird because I can remember that it was 5:34 AM, exactly how our bedroom was set up at the time and the pajamas I had on.
This third time, again, my cycles have just not been normal. One day in November I happened to plug in the date of my last period and realized that we had a good chance of being pregnant based on “our activity”. The weird thing was that when I realized it was a possibility, I really really wanted it. I said a little prayer right then and there, that if there truly was a chance to please make it happen. I wasn’t surprised at all when I tested positive. The first test had a super faint second line and I woke Hub up to tell him the news. By now, it was no big deal and we both went about our mornings. I tested again over that weekend to be sure, and here we are, 6 weeks later, 10 weeks along. Despite being sick, and run down and all that jazz, life is pretty much the same as it’s always been.
For me, finding out that I am expecting is almost as exciting as actually having the baby. I just wish we didn’t have to wait so long.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Happy Birthday!
I’ll have to admit that I was a bit sad last night, putting my boy to bed for the last time as a 3-year-old. He turned 4 at 2:13 this morning. 4 seems like such a big number to me, compared to 3. At three, I could still hold on to his baby-ness a bit, but at age 4 I feel like he’s a real live boy! He will start official preschool in the fall, and he can play tee ball this summer. Turning 4 is a really big deal!
He accomplished much this year, mastering questions (Why Mommy? But WHY because???) and learning to write most of the letters in the alphabet. He can take just about anything apart and put it back together again. He loves working in the garage with daddy, helping mommy in the kitchen and playing with his sister. He can be bossy at times and is very opinionated. He would follow his grandpa anywhere, especially to “the brown park”. He's never met a truck that he didn't like and is a huge Jeff Gordon fan. Above all, he is still a mama’s boy.
Happy birthday my sweet boy. It doesn’t seem like it has been 4 years since you made your debut, but at the same time, I can’t remember you not being here. I love you so so much.
He accomplished much this year, mastering questions (Why Mommy? But WHY because???) and learning to write most of the letters in the alphabet. He can take just about anything apart and put it back together again. He loves working in the garage with daddy, helping mommy in the kitchen and playing with his sister. He can be bossy at times and is very opinionated. He would follow his grandpa anywhere, especially to “the brown park”. He's never met a truck that he didn't like and is a huge Jeff Gordon fan. Above all, he is still a mama’s boy.
Happy birthday my sweet boy. It doesn’t seem like it has been 4 years since you made your debut, but at the same time, I can’t remember you not being here. I love you so so much.
Friday, January 4, 2008
Friday 5
Like Jess I've also never done a Friday Five. But I am a copycat, so here goes. :)
1. Our daycare is officially high tech! Last week they installed a biometric scanner—no stupid # key pad for us, it’s all about the fingerprints baby, and this week they set up internet viewing. That’s right, I can watch my kids from my desk at work all day long! And you thought I was lazy before!! Muah hah hah!
2. My boss’s boss just signed me up for a class in North Carolina for the end of this month. Hello, I have kids. A little notice would be nice before I have to spend 2 nights away from them (regardless of the cushy comfy bed and Jacuzzi tub with a full television view). I’m pretty sure I’m not going but do have plans to be down there either at the end of Feb or some time in April. I told my boss that the absolute latest I will travel is the beginning of June.
3. You may have noticed that I deleted my entry from yesterday—or most of it anyway. Too much damn drama. I still have not heard from mi madre. Whatevs.
4. The vending machines here at work no longer have V8 in them. I could have really used a V8 today. Chex mix helped though. I think I’m craving salt.
5. I would trade the great pregnancy hair that I have right now for fantastic skin. I can’t even believe that it’s worse than it was before I got pregnant. I can’t win.
1. Our daycare is officially high tech! Last week they installed a biometric scanner—no stupid # key pad for us, it’s all about the fingerprints baby, and this week they set up internet viewing. That’s right, I can watch my kids from my desk at work all day long! And you thought I was lazy before!! Muah hah hah!
2. My boss’s boss just signed me up for a class in North Carolina for the end of this month. Hello, I have kids. A little notice would be nice before I have to spend 2 nights away from them (regardless of the cushy comfy bed and Jacuzzi tub with a full television view). I’m pretty sure I’m not going but do have plans to be down there either at the end of Feb or some time in April. I told my boss that the absolute latest I will travel is the beginning of June.
3. You may have noticed that I deleted my entry from yesterday—or most of it anyway. Too much damn drama. I still have not heard from mi madre. Whatevs.
4. The vending machines here at work no longer have V8 in them. I could have really used a V8 today. Chex mix helped though. I think I’m craving salt.
5. I would trade the great pregnancy hair that I have right now for fantastic skin. I can’t even believe that it’s worse than it was before I got pregnant. I can’t win.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Insert Big Sigh "HERE"
Deleted most content from yesterday. SIIIIIGH.
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P.S. the Dr. went well yesterday although my favorite dr and midwife have left the practice leaving the crabby midwife and the doctor who botched ED’s circumcision, so I do have some decisions to make. It is no less monumental to hear your 3rd baby’s heart beat than it was the 1st time around. We told the kids and my FIL last night. CA has no clue but ED had 4578 questions including “does the doctor use a big hug knife to cut the baby out?” , “why do Mommies have special parts to grow babies?” and “Where does the baby come out of?” GAAH!
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P.S. the Dr. went well yesterday although my favorite dr and midwife have left the practice leaving the crabby midwife and the doctor who botched ED’s circumcision, so I do have some decisions to make. It is no less monumental to hear your 3rd baby’s heart beat than it was the 1st time around. We told the kids and my FIL last night. CA has no clue but ED had 4578 questions including “does the doctor use a big hug knife to cut the baby out?” , “why do Mommies have special parts to grow babies?” and “Where does the baby come out of?” GAAH!
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
A Letter to My Bean
Dear Baby Bean—
Shortly I will be on my way to see you for the first time and I wanted you to know just how excited I am about it. We are 9 weeks along today, and this is the longest I have ever waited before. While I know that you are in there, to see your little heart beating away will be the greatest thing I can think of. I have complained a lot over the last month or so, but please don’t mistake my complaining for being unhappy. As much as I have been uncomfortable, or sick, I know that you are my gift—you are meant to be, my Bean. Just as it was with your brother and sister before you, I have never been happier, and before we know it, you will be here with all of us.
Until then, I love you more each day---
Mommy
Shortly I will be on my way to see you for the first time and I wanted you to know just how excited I am about it. We are 9 weeks along today, and this is the longest I have ever waited before. While I know that you are in there, to see your little heart beating away will be the greatest thing I can think of. I have complained a lot over the last month or so, but please don’t mistake my complaining for being unhappy. As much as I have been uncomfortable, or sick, I know that you are my gift—you are meant to be, my Bean. Just as it was with your brother and sister before you, I have never been happier, and before we know it, you will be here with all of us.
Until then, I love you more each day---
Mommy
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