Wednesday, October 29, 2008

I should be...

My life is full of I should be's.

Right now, I should be getting in the shower (at 4pm no less) so I can be presentable to venture out into civilization with the kidlet. Hello Target!

Instead, I'm putzing around on the internet. Before that I was watching Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. I've gotten so sick of bad daytime TV, I've resorted to movie watching and finished both the first and second Harry Potter movies today.

I should also be folding laundry or cleaning or something productive, like finishing the kidlet's birth announcements.

The wonderful thing about working in a small publishing company is I get to play around with cool programs such as Photoshop, Illustrator and InDesign. I'm by no means a real graphic designer, but I can hold my own for small things for family and friends. I think I've done almost all the birthday invitations for my sister's girls.

Here's the potential birth announcement for the kidlet.

I'm kind of digging the damask-esque pattern for the background (and it kinda sorta looks like a fleur de lis if you squint and make it go out of focus). But I don't know if I'm 100% sold. I have another design that I started at work before I went on maternity leave and I need to go back sometime and put it on my flash drive so I can work on it at home.

That's another thing I should be doing.

But right now I really need to shower and get ready before the kidlet decides she needs to eat. Again. Seriously, chunky monkey likes her food. And my butt is sore from sitting on the couch all day long, nursing (and occasionally napping).

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Amateur photographer

Very amateur.

For Christmas last year, the hub bought me a very nice, very expensive DSLR camera. I'd wanted one thinking I'd take all these fabulous photos of the kiddo.

I've always been interested in photography, thanks to my dad. He had an old Pentax SLR camera with a wide angle and telephoto lens that we would take on vacations. He taught me how to use it, with moderate success. I entered the Photography class every year for 4-H, won many a blue ribbon and even had a few go to the State Fair.

In college I took a Photography class (where the aforementioned Pentax camera was stolen. Bummer.) and learned even more.

So I was very excited to get my lovely new camera last year. And then let it sit for the better part of 10 months. I'd get it out every once in a while, but I haven't used it nearly as much as I'd like, or I should, to justify the costs.

So I figured I'd break it out yesterday in an attempt to take some good photos of the kidlet to use for her birth announcement.

Yeah, that wasn't so successful. First off, she wasn't well-rested, fed and happy, which is a must when taking photos of a newborn. Second, it was kind of chilly and she had only a diaper on (I was trying to do pseudo nekkid baby shots without the chance of her peeing on my white tablecloth or black velvet backdrops).

Needless to say, the majority of the photos looked something like this:
Though we did get some interesting looks:
The photo shoot will have to wait for another day when her highness is more cooperative.

The kiddo was more than happy to have his photo taken, though:
He's in his "airplane"

Funny thing, I have a very similar photo of me in a cooler when I was around the same age:
Must be a family thing. BTW, don't you love the rust colored chair and pattered couches? Tres early 80s. My parents had those couches for 25 years before they finally got rid of them and got something a little more updated.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

You would think

That being home on maternity leave would give me ample time to do important things like laundry, clean the house and update my blog.

Unfortunately, my darling little daughter has other ideas. She likes to do three things: eat, sleep and pee. So for approximately 18 hours out of the day I'm parked on the couch with the kidlet watching Top 100 countdown shows on VH1 and bad daytime TV (oh and TiVo'ed episodes of The Backyardigans, Thomas the Tank Engine or Bob the Builder for the kiddo).

I'm doing the best I can at breastfeeding, but I have supply issues (had them with the kiddo too) and can't exclusively nurse. I have a supplemental nurser system that I use while feeding to make sure she gets the calories/amount of food she needs while still nursing on me to help stimulate my milk. It's not the most glamorous thing in the world but it's what I have to do if I want her to get any breast milk because I'm not responsive to the pump either. I'm feeling a little better about my lack of ability to nurse exclusively (it was really rough there the first 10 days) but it still sucks to know your body fails at something.

She's also the slowest eater in the world, so it takes her an hour to nurse and then she's ready to eat again in another hour. Pair that with the fact she doesn't like to sleep anywhere but on me and my couch cushion is starting to get a permanent impression of my butt.

Somehow I managed to transfer her from me to the swing without much fuss, which is the only reason I'm able to post now. I should be folding her tiny, adorable, pink laundry, but catching up on internet time took precedence. It's almost time for her to eat again, though, so she'll probably be waking up soon. Then I have high hopes of actually getting to take a shower today and maybe even venturing out into civilization. Crazy, I know...

How can you not love sweetness with cheeks like those!

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Perspective

I was going to post about adjusting to life as a mom of two and the trials and tribulations I'm having, especially regarding to breastfeeding, but that doesn't seem as important now.

I just found out one of my Internet Friend's (as the hub likes to call them) cancer has come back - and has spread to her bones.

We originally met on weddingchannel.com when we were both planning weddings. We both live in the Midwest and we could commiserate on having boyfriends/husbands who were big softball players (though hers was much moreso than mine) and being a softball widow for the majority of the summer.

When the message boards on weddingchannel went down the tubes, we found each other on LiveJournal and continued our internet friendship there. We've "known" each other for more than 5 years.

She had a beautiful baby boy almost two years ago. Just over one year ago, she was diagnosed with breast cancer and had surgery to have it removed along with chemo and radiation. A few weeks ago, her checkup showed another mass and a biopsy revealed it was cancer. Further testing revealed it has spread to her bones.

It's just not fair. She's barely in her 30s. She's a beautiful, vivacious, caring person. Why did this have to happen to her?

We're no strangers to cancer in our family - my aunt (dad's sister) had breast cancer and my uncle (dad's brother) has had recurring issues with stomach cancer for 5-6 years. Even our dad had the beginning signs of prostate cancer and had his prostate removed. But they're all older. Not to say that makes it any better, but it shouldn't happen to someone who is so young.

It's just not fair.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Whew!

After waiting and feeling this kid was never going to be born, she's finally here!

The hub and I went to my normal 39w OB appointment Tuesday and brought up our size concerns yet again with the OB. She had us schedule an u/s to check on the size, and they happened to have an opening available right after lunch.

We were shocked as all get out when the u/s tech told us the estimated weight was 10lb 3 oz! The OB must have been shocked as well, as she had us wait while she was on the phone with the OB on call at the hospital the next day to schedule us for an induction.

Our sweet [not so] little baby girl was born Wednesday, October 1, at 6:42 pm weighing in at a massive 10lb 6.5oz and measuring 22.25" long. She beat her brother by about 2 lbs and .25". I was able to deliver her naturally (with drugs, I'm not crazy!). I don't get my September birthstone, but I do have a healthy Kappa legacy. I guess opals aren't all that bad.