Baby Slimey

Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce you to Baby Slimey (also known as Thing 2 in the S household).

Originally written October 2

I think Baby 2 has a fetus name: Slimey.

I sent my mom the pics from my first ultrasound, and she though the baby looked like Slimey the worm, Oscar the Grouch's pet worm. You know, from Sesame Street.

Here's a close up of the little one.

You don't see it? Let me help.

(Note my mad Paint skillz).

Still not buying it? Here's a side-by-side comparison.

You see it now, right? And you totally agree, don't you?

Slimey may not be the cutest fetus name out there, but it seems appropriate. I mean, W got his fetus name (Lump, in case you've forgotten) based on his appearance in his first ultrasound.

Baby Slimey. It has a ring to it, no?

Struggling

I'm struggling right now.

With the current baby, with the upcoming baby, with everything I have going on and everything I need to do.

I don't want to be where I am and I don't want to go where I'm going.

I'm struggling today. A lot.

How it happened

I mentioned the other day that I'm pregnant. Again. Not on purpose. I tried to secretly blog the super fun emotional roller coaster that this discovery caused. I'm going to start posting some of those old entries (that have been tweaked and updated a bit) for your enjoyment.

Originally written September 6, 2009

I'm pregnant.

Found out September 3.

On a whim.

This was supposed to be my third post-baby, post-breastfeeding period. My cycles weren't 100% regular, but I was three days late based on my shortest cycle, two days late based on my average cycle length, and one day late based on my longest cycle. I stopped at the Dollar Tree after work that day to pick up a laundry basket - of all things - and grabbed a pregnancy test from the checkout.

On a whim.

Knowing full-well that I wasn't pregnant, and I was just being a paranoid freak.

I was going to wait until Friday morning, but, of course, got antsy, and took the test Thursday night.

The line came up immediately. And it came up dark.

I stared.

Then I started on the denial. I believe my exact words were, "No. No. No, no, no, no, NO. I can't be pregnant. No."

I walked out to the living room where B was blissfully, ignorantly watching TV. I handed him the test cartridge, and started babbling about how I was so sorry, and he has super sperm, and I'm getting an IUD after this one. And I cried. A lot.

He said, "Two lines is bad, right?"

Later that night, I took an old digital I had sitting in the bathroom, thinking that the Dollar Tree test must have been defective. How much accuracy can you expect for a dollar? Right?

The word "pregnant" glared back at me.

I cried some more.

B and I talked. I think, underneath all of the terror, he's excited. Me? I'm not sure how I feel right now. I've had three days to start getting used to the idea, but I'm still in ridiculous amounts of shock and denial.

The worst part is, we don't remember having sex last month.* We spent an hour trying to figure out when it might have happened, but we couldn't come up with anything. There's one night we might have, but neither of us really remembers doing it.

So I might be a lot more pregnant than I think I am.

I had a period at the end of July that was slightly lighter than normal, but not so light that I thought anything of it. I'm hoping to have my first appointment with the OB (who I'm hoping doesn't laugh at me for being an idiot and not making my husband use condoms religiously) by the end of the month. I'll have an ultrasound at that appointment that will date the baby.

If I did get pregnant in August, I think I'm currently 5 weeks, 4 days along, and my due date is May 5, 2010 (4 weeks, 4 days, and May 12, 2010, if you calculate everything based on my long cycles, which I don't think the OB will). [Update: Apparently, I did get pregnant in August. I'm due May 4, and I'm at 14w 2d as of today.]

And we're going to have two kids under two years old.

Yikes.

* In the interest of defending my sex life to internet strangers, it's not normally like that. It was a bad month in a lot of ways, which interfered with sexy time. I think the only other time we've gone that long was when we were in college and living 300 miles apart.

I'm getting a nerdlet

At six months, W got an eye exam through the InfantSEE program. If you have a baby between six months and one year, I highly recommend getting your babe checked. It's free. And it's a good preventative tool.

Anyway, the doc wasn't too pleased with the way W's eyes looked, so they told us to come back for a recheck in six months. We did, and it's wasn't great news.

Apparently, W's prescription hadn't changed one bit from his six-month appointment. Which means glasses for the little dude. The doc doesn't like to put babies this young in glasses, but since W wasn't making any improvement on his own, something needs to be done for him. I'm glad he'll be able to see, but I'm kinda bummed that I'm going to have a nerdy little toddler (or nerdlet, as I prefer).

The office has to order in some of the frames that have the thingies that curve around the ears (in a vain attempt to keep them on his head...if the real glasses are anything like his sunglasses, we don't have a prayer), but those should be in by the end of the week. After that, we'll pick out his frames, and he'll be in glasses in a week or so.

Poor baby. With parents like us, he's going to be nerdy enough. He doesn't need the added help of being in glasses right after his first birthday.

You know you're a dorky lawyer when...

You're super excited that your boss is out of the office in the morning so you can watch state Supreme Court oral arguments about the constitutionality of the most recent incarnation of the state's sex offender registration law without worrying about being interrupted.

(Here are the argument previews, if you're as dorky and lawyerly as I am, and I've piqued your interest).

Happy election day!

I know it's not a big, exciting election, but it's important that you get out and vote.

So what are you waiting for? Go vote!

NaBloPoMo. Yeah, I'm doing it

To kick my lazy ass into gear re: my blog writing, I decided to join NaBloPoMo for this month (even though that kind of abbreviation makes my retinas bleed and my brain explode).

Luckily for me, I wrote a post yesterday, and I've got this one for today, so I'm off to a great start! Yay me!

Look for more posts at least as thrilling as this one for the next 28 days. It's gonna be awesome.

I'm giving you five minutes of precious sleep time

To pretty much tell you nothing.

I'm busy. Life is kinda crazy. I have no time to blog. The only time I tend to have available is during work, and since I don't think work needs to find out about my blog, I won't do my blogging there.

Here are a few teasers about the posts I would be writing if I could (and will be writing when I find a spare hour or five): moving; the new house; our grand plans for the new house; unpacking and lack thereof; W's first birthday; W's first birthday party; Halloween; my annoyance with the flu shot hoopla; an update on my quest to clean out my beauty product collection; the loss of a blog; Thanksgiving (I think I'm hosting, if I can get the house put together by then); an elaboration on the final bullet point; a whole slew of backlogged pregnancy posts; and an official introduction to Slimey.

So stick around. I promise some actual content (if you can call my asinine ramblings that) is coming soon. Happy November!

An update in bullets

I realize that I've been semi-MIA lately. And I'm sorry. But I've been SUPER busy. I went on vacation two-and-a-half weeks ago, and I've been on the go ever since. So, here's an update on my life right now, in bullets.

• We bought a house. We closed the day I left for vacation. There were some small hitches in the whole process, but it all worked out in the end. I'm sooooooo excited to be a home owner! Here's a picture:

• We're moving into the new house on Sunday. We got the keys (and started packing) four days ago. We're a bit behind on the whole thing, and we've been busting ass all week to catch up (as you can clearly tell, since I'm wasting time blogging).
• Now that I own a home, I'm going to have to decorate it. This is paralyzing to me. I don't decorate. On top of that, I have to decorate around some *ahem* lovely mauve carpet that's in the dining room, living room, stairwell, and upstairs hallway. Fun times. Poor Michelle had no idea what she was getting herself into when she offered to help me decorate.
• I was in an accident and totalled my car three weeks ago. I'm fine, my car was not. I bought a new car last weekend, and it's a minivan. *Pause for laughter* Yeah, I know. I didn't want a minivan. At. All. But we got a great deal on a low-mileage used one, and we're going to need the space in the years to come.
• W is going to be one on Wednesday. I can't believe it's been a year already. He started on whole milk yesterday (we ran out of formula, and I refused to buy another can because he wouldn't use it all in a week or so). He loves it. B and I love the reduced-cost factor, but we're not fans of the change-in-poop factor.
• Birthday boy is getting a cold. Just in time for his birthday party on Saturday.
  
  
• He is also in the throes of a major teething episode, which is making life fun for all in our household. He's finally getting his two front middle teeth, so he no longer has his vampire fangs.
  
  
• For W's party, we're doing a Very Hungry Caterpillar theme. I'm hoping it turns out as cute in real life as it is in my head. Here's the invite I designed (excuse the poor quality):

• Oh, and I'm pregnant.

I guess that's all for now. I'll get back to in-depth blogging again when life calms down in a couple of weeks.

Three years of wedded bliss

Today marks our third anniversary. I can't believe it's been three years since I was here:

The past three years have had their ups and downs, and our vows - particularly the "for worse" and "for poorer" ones - have been tested again and again. But we've survived, we're stronger than ever, and we're finally, finally watching the fabulous life we've been striving for starting to come to fruition. Despite the hardships, I wouldn't change a thing.

I love you, babe. Always and forever.