Six months ago today, my world was flipped violently upside down. After 32 incredibly torturous weeks, Sequel made her debut. Instead of worrying about what she’d wear home or which font I’d use on her birth announcement, I was faced with a much bigger concern: Her life. [Read more...]
This past week has been an absolute shit-show. Piggle was hospitalized twice. Once for croup, and again for pneumonia. Both developed in a matter of hours. One minute he was fine, the next, he was blue. Second scariest mom-moment yet!
On top of near-death experiences, he was prescribed an antibiotic that tasted like cherry-coated death, so every dose ended in both of us covered in vomit, spat-out medicine, and angry tears. After 4 attempts and an entire load of laundry later, I took him back to the doctor for a new prescription. This one was just as foul, but he needed much less of it, and I was able to bribe him with chocolate. Luckily, he took his last dose two days ago, and he’s back to his usual demon-self.
Sequel has been a mucousy, snot-monster for two weeks. The past three days have been the worst because she decided to hit the home stretch of teething at the same time as being sick. To say my nipples are on fire is an understatement. She’s a cranky train wreck of a mess, and all she wants to do is nurse. I don’t think I’ve showered in a week!
I did manage to get all of my Christmas shopping done and wrapped! It’s my favorite time of year because I can spend ridiculous amounts of money and not feel guilty—-I love to shop!
I tried really hard to stick to the Rule of Four (want, need, wear, read), but I cheated by buying several things for each category…but hey! You can’t get a new sweater without some kickass skinny jeans to match!!! Husband was less than impressed, but tough for him!
Other than the odd shopping trip, we’ve been holed up in the house for a couple of weeks. The wind has been so fucking brutal here! It finally broke last night, but Mother Nature made up for the break with a few feet of snow.
I am not a winter person. I hate the cold. I like to curl up under the blankets and watch black and whites all day. Piggle, not so much.
He woke up this morning and had his snow pants on before I even had a chance to open my eyes. He came barreling into my room, half-dressed for an arctic expedition. Luckily, it was Husband’s turn to get up early, so he had to deal with the early morning snow romp.
As much as I hate the icy weather, though, I much prefer the heavy snowfalls to the bitter wind. At least we have the option of getting outside! I’ve been dying for Piggle to burn off some energy! He’s been hell on wheels lately because we’ve all been quarantined. This morning was the first time he’s had a chance to actually play, and boy was he stoked!
I’m kind of excited about this snowfall! It’s the first one he can actually enjoy. We got out once or twice last year, but he didn’t show nearly as much enthusiasm as today! I’m hoping the storm can hold off long enough for us to build a snowman!
As of right now, Piggle has been napping for 2 hours—his longest nap in at least 2 months! I’m half loving it, half bored out of my tree. I needed the break, though. Teeth McGee kept me up all night, so I’m plowing through my 8th coffee and shopping online.
My PPD came back (I’ll save that hot mess for another day), but my Zoloft has kicked in, and I feel a lot better! I’ll start posting more regularly because I’ve missed hanging out my dirty laundry! I can’t wait to catch y’all up!!!
When I was pregnant with Piggle, I was convinced he was a girl. For 15 weeks, I referred to him as a ‘she’, and I was so excited at the prospect of buying out Baby Gap’s girl section! The clothing and accessory choices were endless! At my 15 week ultrasound, however, there was no mistaking the penis. I was crushed. I knew how limited the selection of boy clothes was, and a little part of me died.
After having him, I quickly changed my mind about boys. Sure, clothing options are still basic, but Piggle is my other half! I was meant to raise a boy. Maybe it’s because I’m the least feminine woman alive, or maybe boys are just less complicated. Either way, I quickly stopped lamenting over his Y-chromosome.
When I got pregnant with Sequel, I was so excited at the possibility of having another boy. (Can’t you just picture me with a house full of testosterone?!) And then we found out that Sequel was a Miss.
To say I was devastated is an understatement. Gender disappointment is a real thing, and boy did I have it. Maybe it was the chaos of everything else going on, or maybe I really was upset that my dreams had shattered…either way, I was not happy about her being a girl. [Read more...]