And now my favorite picture of Lucas and Daddy.
Lucas is Here!
Hey, Lucas Kreed is officially here and a bit early, too. Remember the post I made around 2 AM, yesterday morning? I thought it was a bladder issue that woke me up. Turned out to have been a serious contraction. A few hours later, Lucas joined us, almost exactly 24 hours to the minute early.
I was to have my surgery this morning at 8 am. He chose for me to have it and come out at 7:57 am. What a ham!
Luke is 7 pounds 9 oz and is 20 3/4 inches long.
I have great nurses, enjoying my time here, and I am ordered to relax and let them care for me so I am. I will be going home on Thursday morning and yes, I do miss the other dirtmonkies. Will catch up as I am am, this net access is a shakey connection. Will post pics, soon.
I was to have my surgery this morning at 8 am. He chose for me to have it and come out at 7:57 am. What a ham!
Luke is 7 pounds 9 oz and is 20 3/4 inches long.
I have great nurses, enjoying my time here, and I am ordered to relax and let them care for me so I am. I will be going home on Thursday morning and yes, I do miss the other dirtmonkies. Will catch up as I am am, this net access is a shakey connection. Will post pics, soon.
Angry!!!
Today was a great day uo until I put the grils ro bed. Rob and I celebrated our 8th wedding anniversary by hanging out and just bumming around. We picked up some things we needed for the house sans kids. Had a lot of fun just being together.
Kids were pretty good when we got home. A few act ups, but not too bad. The problem arose when I was putting the girls in bed and Teesie told me their 11 year old uncle called Ambi a reatrd while we were gone.
I went ballistic. You do not, I repeat, do NOT call my little autistic girl a retard. No one on this planet will ever get away with that. Rob slapped him and while I don't condone hitting kids it was a good thing he did it instead of me. Really, it is.
Holy cow it is windy outside. Came downstairs because Lucas decided to dance on my bladder and it is crazy windy out. Wanted to finish this post up, too. Guess I did, g'night!
Kids were pretty good when we got home. A few act ups, but not too bad. The problem arose when I was putting the girls in bed and Teesie told me their 11 year old uncle called Ambi a reatrd while we were gone.
I went ballistic. You do not, I repeat, do NOT call my little autistic girl a retard. No one on this planet will ever get away with that. Rob slapped him and while I don't condone hitting kids it was a good thing he did it instead of me. Really, it is.
Holy cow it is windy outside. Came downstairs because Lucas decided to dance on my bladder and it is crazy windy out. Wanted to finish this post up, too. Guess I did, g'night!
4 Days To Go...
Found out today that the hosital I am going to has no net access. This is annoying because I was hopi ng to have a little time to get work done in a quiet enviroment. I was not going to purchase the TV option in lieu of net. Hey, I can watch programs on this thing, right?
Oh well. Now I won't be able to email pics of Lucas until after I get home. I thought about having Rob upload some pics here. I might, still.
We went out and picked up a tree today. I found a great deal on a huge one for thirty bucks. We went the 'real' route for the past 2 years, but I was feeling a little bad about that. I mean, we couldn't plant it afterwards, no place here has the roots on them. Big waste, really. So I bought a used artificial one now and feel much better. I didn't create demand for new materials, just recycling one someone else didn't want anymore that otherwise would be trashed. Nice one, too. I doubt it is more than two years old. Big, fluffy, and white with tinsel made into it.
Reminds me of the one I grew up with, though that one was plastic. I think that one was 9 foot, while this one is around 7 1/2. Not sure, didn't measure this one but it brushes the ceiling. The kids adore it, that's one of the big reasons we brought it home instead of a green one. I was shocked Ambi wanted it, she is such a freak about 'green'. She'll argue about clothes everyday because everything isn't green.
I need to put the lights on the tree, but that can wait until tomorrow. I have waaay too much to do the next few days. Work to get in motion (new job, lots of writing!), a house to clean, and clothes to have set out for Ambi, Teesie, and Buddy. I am seriously looking forward to going to have Lucas, but not to the work involved beforehand. It's hard to have the clothing ready because they need to wear it now! I wish I just had the cash to go buy them all enough outfits, undies, and socks to last those days, lol. That would be SO lazy, though. Easy on me...not on the pocket.
I am wondering now what he is going to be like. Will he be like Rob Jr? Skinny with wide shoulders and a tiny butt? Then double his weight so fast the ped wonders what I have in my milk? ( i was asked that! ) Or big, pink, and fat like Teesie? It is also looming in my mind that he will be like Ambi...I have tried not to think of that this whole pregnancy. Everyone kept asking if I was excited, but no, I hadn't been. Not with that shadow looming that he could possibly be autistic/fragile-x. Not concerned for me, but for his quality of life. Rob and I can roll with the punches. We have with Ambi and kept strong. She is a joy...ok...not when she is screaming at the top of her lungs or when she and her siblings are trying to kill one another with various objects...
I'll know when I see him if he has the same issue. Ambi didn't look quite right from birth. It's hard to explain, but a mother knows. When there are things your baby just doesn't do, you also know. Not the milestones, always. Latching on during feedling, body shape, eye motion, and sounds. There's more, but it would take me a long time to figure out how to explain it.
Ok, I need to put those lights up.
Oh well. Now I won't be able to email pics of Lucas until after I get home. I thought about having Rob upload some pics here. I might, still.
We went out and picked up a tree today. I found a great deal on a huge one for thirty bucks. We went the 'real' route for the past 2 years, but I was feeling a little bad about that. I mean, we couldn't plant it afterwards, no place here has the roots on them. Big waste, really. So I bought a used artificial one now and feel much better. I didn't create demand for new materials, just recycling one someone else didn't want anymore that otherwise would be trashed. Nice one, too. I doubt it is more than two years old. Big, fluffy, and white with tinsel made into it.
Reminds me of the one I grew up with, though that one was plastic. I think that one was 9 foot, while this one is around 7 1/2. Not sure, didn't measure this one but it brushes the ceiling. The kids adore it, that's one of the big reasons we brought it home instead of a green one. I was shocked Ambi wanted it, she is such a freak about 'green'. She'll argue about clothes everyday because everything isn't green.
I need to put the lights on the tree, but that can wait until tomorrow. I have waaay too much to do the next few days. Work to get in motion (new job, lots of writing!), a house to clean, and clothes to have set out for Ambi, Teesie, and Buddy. I am seriously looking forward to going to have Lucas, but not to the work involved beforehand. It's hard to have the clothing ready because they need to wear it now! I wish I just had the cash to go buy them all enough outfits, undies, and socks to last those days, lol. That would be SO lazy, though. Easy on me...not on the pocket.
I am wondering now what he is going to be like. Will he be like Rob Jr? Skinny with wide shoulders and a tiny butt? Then double his weight so fast the ped wonders what I have in my milk? ( i was asked that! ) Or big, pink, and fat like Teesie? It is also looming in my mind that he will be like Ambi...I have tried not to think of that this whole pregnancy. Everyone kept asking if I was excited, but no, I hadn't been. Not with that shadow looming that he could possibly be autistic/fragile-x. Not concerned for me, but for his quality of life. Rob and I can roll with the punches. We have with Ambi and kept strong. She is a joy...ok...not when she is screaming at the top of her lungs or when she and her siblings are trying to kill one another with various objects...
I'll know when I see him if he has the same issue. Ambi didn't look quite right from birth. It's hard to explain, but a mother knows. When there are things your baby just doesn't do, you also know. Not the milestones, always. Latching on during feedling, body shape, eye motion, and sounds. There's more, but it would take me a long time to figure out how to explain it.
Ok, I need to put those lights up.
Trashy Temper Tantrums.
Friends and neighbors, I have had it. < begin rant>
Do you have any idea how disgusting it is to watch your trash can fill to the brim and overflow to the point you have to get a bag and hang it on a drawer? Then that bag gets filled the same way and no one will take it out?
Nevermind I'm so pregnant that trying to fit between the car and corner of the house to reach the outside bin is impossible. At the very least it is uncomfortable as heck. Carrying a 50-some gallon bag of overflowing trash on top of that isn't happening. Add to this the fact that no one but my husband can seem to park in the driveway straight.
This morning was the last straw. The dog and cats had obviously been at the bag, because when the trash can itself is too full, they're going to get to the bag. Lift to tie and riiiiiiip. There goes trash all over the floor. Even tempered and loveable as I am first thing in the morning, the rest of it gets dumped all over the kitchen in a hurricane of filth.
So anyone who wants to get to the fridge or bathroom will need to walk through the nasty mess. Did I mention that the 'room mates' and their bedrooms are just off from the kitchen? Probably forgot that tidbit. I doubt it will teach a lesson, though. These are the same people who will just walk through an area with anything on the floor and kick it out of the way, step on it, or over it.
Two use the excuse that they 'work' all day. No offense to anyone that reads this, but since when does working in fast food excuse you from helping out around a house? When does being a night guard on 2cnd shift excuse you from removing trash occasionally? Are those jobs really that hard? Frickin' please. I've worked on a farm and still cleaned my home after stacking green, fresh cut lumber 16 feet high. Bruised shoulders and neck from dragging it. Cleaned my home after spending all day in a nursing home caring for people who needed caring for, people who would love to be able to get up and clean even their nightstand off, but can't.
The others are 'too young to know better'. Bull. My 6, almost 7 year old autistic daughter knows to clean up her mess. It might take a bit of prodding, but she does it. She loves to vacuum, to straighten, to be a 'big help'. Her two year old brother jumps right in and sings our 'clean up' song. So these people are going to tell me an 11 and 14 year old can't do the same?
Sorriness. That is all this boils down to. Sorry, lazy, bull. If not for various reasons these people would be out of here so fast their heads wouldn't stop spinning for a darn week. I'm not the reason...but I will be the reason they're gone.
Ha. One just came out and asked where the dust pan was. HA! No...everyone can have a chance to dance around the mess before it gets cleaned up. As I just said..."No one has done a dang thing around here, it can stay until I clean it up. You can all walk through it for a while."
/rant
Do you have any idea how disgusting it is to watch your trash can fill to the brim and overflow to the point you have to get a bag and hang it on a drawer? Then that bag gets filled the same way and no one will take it out?
Nevermind I'm so pregnant that trying to fit between the car and corner of the house to reach the outside bin is impossible. At the very least it is uncomfortable as heck. Carrying a 50-some gallon bag of overflowing trash on top of that isn't happening. Add to this the fact that no one but my husband can seem to park in the driveway straight.
This morning was the last straw. The dog and cats had obviously been at the bag, because when the trash can itself is too full, they're going to get to the bag. Lift to tie and riiiiiiip. There goes trash all over the floor. Even tempered and loveable as I am first thing in the morning, the rest of it gets dumped all over the kitchen in a hurricane of filth.
So anyone who wants to get to the fridge or bathroom will need to walk through the nasty mess. Did I mention that the 'room mates' and their bedrooms are just off from the kitchen? Probably forgot that tidbit. I doubt it will teach a lesson, though. These are the same people who will just walk through an area with anything on the floor and kick it out of the way, step on it, or over it.
Two use the excuse that they 'work' all day. No offense to anyone that reads this, but since when does working in fast food excuse you from helping out around a house? When does being a night guard on 2cnd shift excuse you from removing trash occasionally? Are those jobs really that hard? Frickin' please. I've worked on a farm and still cleaned my home after stacking green, fresh cut lumber 16 feet high. Bruised shoulders and neck from dragging it. Cleaned my home after spending all day in a nursing home caring for people who needed caring for, people who would love to be able to get up and clean even their nightstand off, but can't.
The others are 'too young to know better'. Bull. My 6, almost 7 year old autistic daughter knows to clean up her mess. It might take a bit of prodding, but she does it. She loves to vacuum, to straighten, to be a 'big help'. Her two year old brother jumps right in and sings our 'clean up' song. So these people are going to tell me an 11 and 14 year old can't do the same?
Sorriness. That is all this boils down to. Sorry, lazy, bull. If not for various reasons these people would be out of here so fast their heads wouldn't stop spinning for a darn week. I'm not the reason...but I will be the reason they're gone.
Ha. One just came out and asked where the dust pan was. HA! No...everyone can have a chance to dance around the mess before it gets cleaned up. As I just said..."No one has done a dang thing around here, it can stay until I clean it up. You can all walk through it for a while."
/rant
University Survey For Bloggers, $100 Gift Card Drawing
I'm hoping this is legit. The only 'personal' info they ask for is an email address to notify you if you with the $100 gift card. Hey, it's getting close to Christmas...even if it comes afterwards, who couldn't use one?
ENTER TONIGHT OR TOMORROW TO BE SURE TO BE COUNTED!!
"University Student Survey
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Dear Blogger,
We are graduate students from Brigham Young University working on an exciting research project. Your participation would be appreciated. We invite you to follow the link below and take a few minutes to fill out a short online survey and enter the drawing to win a $100 gift certificate to Target. We would really appreciate you forwarding the survey link to your blogging friends. They will also be entered in to the drawing if they choose to take the survey.
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We thank you in advance for your willingness to participate.
IMPORTANT: for the purposes of the survey only responses submitted by December 7, 2008 will take part in the prize drawing.
Regards,
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ENTER TONIGHT OR TOMORROW TO BE SURE TO BE COUNTED!!
"University Student Survey
show details 12:18 PM (4 hours ago) Reply
Dear Blogger,
We are graduate students from Brigham Young University working on an exciting research project. Your participation would be appreciated. We invite you to follow the link below and take a few minutes to fill out a short online survey and enter the drawing to win a $100 gift certificate to Target. We would really appreciate you forwarding the survey link to your blogging friends. They will also be entered in to the drawing if they choose to take the survey.
http://qtrial.qualtrics.com/SE?SID=SV_1FIpRT3ZoItpHbC&SVID=Prod
We thank you in advance for your willingness to participate.
IMPORTANT: for the purposes of the survey only responses submitted by December 7, 2008 will take part in the prize drawing.
Regards,
Liliya, Sara, John, and Malinda
BYU Department of Communications"
Furry Creatures, Great and Small
It seems I have become a cat bed. Little things love to crawl all over me when I try to work at night. My thighs, just above the knees are covered in little scratches. My arms are pathetic. I had to tell my nurse/midwife that No, I seriously am not trying to kill myself, the cats just scratched up my wrists.
I promise I didn't pull down my pants to show her my legs for proof. It's good enough to have a 4 year old with you who vouches that the kitties 'get mommy'. Whew! It's actually a teeny bit serious, I have a history of pregnancy related depression and severe post partum issues. This nurse practioner/midwife/whateversheis saw me through nearly a year of post partum psychosis. I love her to death and she has learned to know that I am honest about my thoughts. Not like that time when I was trying to hide how nuts I really was.
Man, my toe fell asleep. How does one toe do that?
Sometimes I wonder if I'm too personal on here. Potential clients can find me and read through this thing. A week or so ago one found me through this blog, but didn't seem turned off by my weirdness. Maybe I should be happy that I am so searchable. I don't like hiding who I am, it is like a deception to me. I guess I figure that a client should get to know me, if they care about such things, before hiring me.
And if someone doesn't get back to me after seeing this? Oh well, then we weren't meant to work together. If they do, then that shows me they really do care about their quality of work, not some idea of who a writer should be. You know, poring over vellum with a feathered-top quill in a dusty library tower. :-D Ha! To be so lucky.
Lucky, yes'm. I'm lucky to sneak out of the bedroom when the kids get a nap without one chasing me down and wanting me to come back to lie down. The week after next and the 3 days in the hospital will be heaven. Bliss. Utter deliciousness.
Wow. That's sad. Oh well! Look at it like this...I spend all my time in the house, working, chasing after 3 little nut-ball kids, cleaning after 9 people, cooking for all of them, and being mommy/wife/chef/doctor/and so on...the 16th through 19th I get a bed to myself that MOVES up and down, clean sheets I didn't wash, a shower to myself, and food brought TO me that I didn't cook.
Who cares that I had major surgery? Not me, says this little writer. Not me. :-D
I promise I didn't pull down my pants to show her my legs for proof. It's good enough to have a 4 year old with you who vouches that the kitties 'get mommy'. Whew! It's actually a teeny bit serious, I have a history of pregnancy related depression and severe post partum issues. This nurse practioner/midwife/whateversheis saw me through nearly a year of post partum psychosis. I love her to death and she has learned to know that I am honest about my thoughts. Not like that time when I was trying to hide how nuts I really was.
Man, my toe fell asleep. How does one toe do that?
Sometimes I wonder if I'm too personal on here. Potential clients can find me and read through this thing. A week or so ago one found me through this blog, but didn't seem turned off by my weirdness. Maybe I should be happy that I am so searchable. I don't like hiding who I am, it is like a deception to me. I guess I figure that a client should get to know me, if they care about such things, before hiring me.
And if someone doesn't get back to me after seeing this? Oh well, then we weren't meant to work together. If they do, then that shows me they really do care about their quality of work, not some idea of who a writer should be. You know, poring over vellum with a feathered-top quill in a dusty library tower. :-D Ha! To be so lucky.
Lucky, yes'm. I'm lucky to sneak out of the bedroom when the kids get a nap without one chasing me down and wanting me to come back to lie down. The week after next and the 3 days in the hospital will be heaven. Bliss. Utter deliciousness.
Wow. That's sad. Oh well! Look at it like this...I spend all my time in the house, working, chasing after 3 little nut-ball kids, cleaning after 9 people, cooking for all of them, and being mommy/wife/chef/doctor/and so on...the 16th through 19th I get a bed to myself that MOVES up and down, clean sheets I didn't wash, a shower to myself, and food brought TO me that I didn't cook.
Who cares that I had major surgery? Not me, says this little writer. Not me. :-D
Guest Bloggers For Everyday Economics
If you're bored and would like to blog for fun, stop by my other blog: Everyday Economics. Since I am going to be gone for a bit come the 16th, I thought I'd see if anyone would want to guest post.
Most of you know I can't pay anything, but eventually I will be looking for full time, paid bloggers. Amazing, huh? If things continue the way they have, it won't be too much longer. Hopefully by Feb.
Most of you know I can't pay anything, but eventually I will be looking for full time, paid bloggers. Amazing, huh? If things continue the way they have, it won't be too much longer. Hopefully by Feb.
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