There is a little boy in the Philadelphia area (that happens to be related to a girl I used to work with) who is undergoing treatment for a rare form of cancer. Get this...he's already been through this once, and I think he's only 4...and it's back. Trey Love and his family are in dire need of prayers. If you belong to a church, if you could please ask that your congregation pray for this child and his family. If you live in the Philadelphia area, there will be a Beef & Beer fundraiser to benefit Trey's family this Saturday, 4/2 at the Phoenixville Firehouse. Tickets are $25 for adults, $15 for kids 5-12, and kids 5 and under are free. One of my friends on Facebook shared this link today, and I have to warn you...it's a bit of a tear-jerker, but the one thing I could not help but notice was the smiles on the parents' faces. They are going through every parent's worst nightmare for the second time and are still able to put on a happy face for their son.
http://www.danielfullamphotography.com/archives/343
The group shots in this video are of a candlelight vigil held for Trey a week or so ago...so moving to see so many people...complete strangers...come together to pray for Trey and his family. Okay, I have to go before I start crying. The point here people: Pray.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Movies Not to Watch When Pregnant:
1) Fried Green Tomatoes ---Ruth dies, sobbing ensues.
2) Steel Magnolias --- Shelby dies, sobbing ensues.
3) Someone Like You --- Ashley Judd's character's sister has miscarriage, sobbing ensues.
4) Moulin Rouge --- Satine dies, sobbing ensues.
I foolishly watched THREE of these movies this weekend and ended up an absolute wreck. Fried Green Tomatoes was on Saturday afternoon, and I absolutely adore that movie. Watching it pregnant came with several side effects: 1) the obvious sobbing, 2) Frank Bennett, Ruth's husband, was a royal jerk and deserved what he got, but the thought of Idgy and Big George BBQ-ing a human...it almost made me gag, 3) For the entire length of the movie I wanted some fried green tomatoes...and that's a really long movie...and I still want some fried green tomatoes.
Steel Magnolias was on yesterday while the kids were napping, and having learned my mistake from the day before, I flicked the TV off the second Shelby went into the hospital. Whew! Dodged a bullet there.
Then, to wrap up the weekend of chick-flicks, Moulin Rouge came on! I watched about 10 minutes before I gathered enough self-control to turn it off before I was beyond hope. That movie gets me over and over again...but I did DVR it, so I'm sure I'll end up a blubbering mess before the week is out.
2) Steel Magnolias --- Shelby dies, sobbing ensues.
3) Someone Like You --- Ashley Judd's character's sister has miscarriage, sobbing ensues.
4) Moulin Rouge --- Satine dies, sobbing ensues.
I foolishly watched THREE of these movies this weekend and ended up an absolute wreck. Fried Green Tomatoes was on Saturday afternoon, and I absolutely adore that movie. Watching it pregnant came with several side effects: 1) the obvious sobbing, 2) Frank Bennett, Ruth's husband, was a royal jerk and deserved what he got, but the thought of Idgy and Big George BBQ-ing a human...it almost made me gag, 3) For the entire length of the movie I wanted some fried green tomatoes...and that's a really long movie...and I still want some fried green tomatoes.
Steel Magnolias was on yesterday while the kids were napping, and having learned my mistake from the day before, I flicked the TV off the second Shelby went into the hospital. Whew! Dodged a bullet there.
Then, to wrap up the weekend of chick-flicks, Moulin Rouge came on! I watched about 10 minutes before I gathered enough self-control to turn it off before I was beyond hope. That movie gets me over and over again...but I did DVR it, so I'm sure I'll end up a blubbering mess before the week is out.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
What a freakin' week!
Dude, last week was hellacious! Ugh! Where to start...? I woke up on Monday with tonsils so swollen that drinking water hurt. Woke up Tuesday covered head to toe in red spots and itchier than I think I have ever been in my life. I came into work, my boss took one look at me and said, "Yeah...go away and get to the doctor. Whatever you've got...I don't want it." Turns out I had strep throat, so 7 days into my antibiotics I'm doing much better, thanks for asking.
Wednesday was pretty uneventful.
Thursday, we had the scare of our lives. I was at work, went to the bathroom (because that's what pregnant women do...a lot) and I noticed blood...enough to make me totally freak out. I managed to call the doctor and my boss before I totally lost it. Poor Carl, by the time I called him I was hysterical. I was absolutely certain that I was losing the baby. The doctor wanted me to come in right away, so I headed home to get Carl and zip over to the doctors' office. While in the car I called my bestie, Carla, who managed to calm me down because she's amazing and that's what amazing people do for their hysterical best friends. By the time I got home I was in a complete daze. I understand that miscarriages happen every day, and that most women have at least one in their lifetime. But you never actually think it'll happen to you. At least I didn't. We get to the doctor (which is my new OB that I'd never been to before, so I had no idea where it was...turns out there are 7 OB/GYNs in the same building and in my state of panic I forgot my doctor's name, so here I am completely panicked running into every OB's office asking if I'm in their computer...not my brightest moment) and long story short, they check me out and everything's okay. WHEW! I don't think I have ever been so relieved in my life! EVER! I could've hugged my doctor, but those pesky stirrups were in the way! Bahahaha!
Wednesday was pretty uneventful.
Thursday, we had the scare of our lives. I was at work, went to the bathroom (because that's what pregnant women do...a lot) and I noticed blood...enough to make me totally freak out. I managed to call the doctor and my boss before I totally lost it. Poor Carl, by the time I called him I was hysterical. I was absolutely certain that I was losing the baby. The doctor wanted me to come in right away, so I headed home to get Carl and zip over to the doctors' office. While in the car I called my bestie, Carla, who managed to calm me down because she's amazing and that's what amazing people do for their hysterical best friends. By the time I got home I was in a complete daze. I understand that miscarriages happen every day, and that most women have at least one in their lifetime. But you never actually think it'll happen to you. At least I didn't. We get to the doctor (which is my new OB that I'd never been to before, so I had no idea where it was...turns out there are 7 OB/GYNs in the same building and in my state of panic I forgot my doctor's name, so here I am completely panicked running into every OB's office asking if I'm in their computer...not my brightest moment) and long story short, they check me out and everything's okay. WHEW! I don't think I have ever been so relieved in my life! EVER! I could've hugged my doctor, but those pesky stirrups were in the way! Bahahaha!
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Yes, we know what caused it. Sheez.
I've been getting that stupid response to my announcing my 3rd pregnancy on an all-too regular basis. "Have you guys figured out what's causing that yet?" Har-har-har. That made me wonder, though...when did it become so unusual for people to have more than 2 kids? At what point did society come to decide that 2 kids was the "norm?" Not too long ago it was totally common and accepted for families to consist of 4 or more children. When did that change? Is it because we're no longer breeding helpers for the family farm? I just don't understand. Not only that, but why is it anyone's concern but mine and my husband's how many kids we have? I am not some leech of society sitting at home popping out babies and collecting my welfare check so I can blow it on booze and cigarettes. I work. My husband works. Ugh!
Alright, thanks for letting me vent. Now onto the fam:
Carl IV's 4th birthday was yesterday. *I'm on the verge of tears just typing that sentance...stupid hormones.* I cannot believe that he's 4! That's the official age of "little boy" not "toddler" or "baby", but "little boy." I can't think about it too long or it freaks me out. My co-worker told me today, "Just think...this time next year you'll be signing him up for kindergarten!" I just looked at her slack-jawed. Kindergarten?! My baby?! Oh, my goodness. Okay, I have to change the subject before the reality of that sets in and I start sobbing. *deep, cleansing breath* We had Carl IV's b-day party at our place on Saturday, and it was pretty low-key. Some family, some friends...no big. I did, however, make the cake this year. I have to say, I was pretty impressed. I'm no Chef Duff (Charm City Cakes reference), but it could've been worse.
Paige is fully invested in being the poster-child for two-year-olds across the world. Tantrums over nonsense one minute, random hugs and kisses the next. The girl's a whacko. She's pretty funny, though. I've started mentioning to the kids that we're going to have another baby soon and every time she hears me say that "Mommy's going to have a baby," she runs off, grabs a doll and hands it to me and says, "Mommy have baby!" So, I'm thinking she doesn't really get it. It's so weird to think that she's older now than Carl was when she was born. And here I go again, running face-first into the fact that I'm going to have 3 children under the age of 5 before the end of the year. Yowza. I have to go splash some water on my face. And maybe lie down. And take some deep breaths.
Alright, thanks for letting me vent. Now onto the fam:
Carl IV's 4th birthday was yesterday. *I'm on the verge of tears just typing that sentance...stupid hormones.* I cannot believe that he's 4! That's the official age of "little boy" not "toddler" or "baby", but "little boy." I can't think about it too long or it freaks me out. My co-worker told me today, "Just think...this time next year you'll be signing him up for kindergarten!" I just looked at her slack-jawed. Kindergarten?! My baby?! Oh, my goodness. Okay, I have to change the subject before the reality of that sets in and I start sobbing. *deep, cleansing breath* We had Carl IV's b-day party at our place on Saturday, and it was pretty low-key. Some family, some friends...no big. I did, however, make the cake this year. I have to say, I was pretty impressed. I'm no Chef Duff (Charm City Cakes reference), but it could've been worse.
Paige is fully invested in being the poster-child for two-year-olds across the world. Tantrums over nonsense one minute, random hugs and kisses the next. The girl's a whacko. She's pretty funny, though. I've started mentioning to the kids that we're going to have another baby soon and every time she hears me say that "Mommy's going to have a baby," she runs off, grabs a doll and hands it to me and says, "Mommy have baby!" So, I'm thinking she doesn't really get it. It's so weird to think that she's older now than Carl was when she was born. And here I go again, running face-first into the fact that I'm going to have 3 children under the age of 5 before the end of the year. Yowza. I have to go splash some water on my face. And maybe lie down. And take some deep breaths.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
...and Reality Sets In
I just made my first OB appointment, and with that one 2 minute phone call reality hit. I'm going to have another baby! I am going to be a mother of 3 kids. None of which will be over the age of 5 anytime soon. Aaaaaaaaak! We have to designate one of our rooms as a nursery again. I have to deal with midnight feedings and exploding diapers again at 2am. Have I lost my mind?! What were we thinking?! Alright, Dee...calm down. Remember all the good things about new babies. 2 am feedings are much more bearable when your sniffing your baby's head. Ahhhh...I miss that smell. All I get from sniffing the kids' heads now is sweat and whatever food is left in Paige's hair. Let's not forget tiny baby feet and hands. I love baby feet. Okay, I'm starting to feel a little better. Plus, if I think about things rationally, I've always wanted to have my kids close in age. I'd rather have complete chaos for 5-ish years and be done with it then get acustomed to a normal routine and have to return to chaos again with a new baby. Right?! That's rational. Right?! For God's sake, just tell me I'm right! *picture me with head between my knees taking deep breaths*
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