Monday, February 28, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
"I play Chelsea poop"
And indeed she did.
Apparently her BFF Chelsea went to the corner of the playground, took off her diaper, did her business and proceeded to rub it all over her body. Madelyn obviously wants to do everything Chelsea does, so she followed suit. What followed was a full bath for both of them and mommy being given a trash bag full of defiled clothes to take home. In addition to a lovely conversation over tilapia and green beans about how it is not appropriate to play in any sort of excrement.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
We wrapped up our Valentine's Day extravaganza (and I use that word lightly) with a little trip to the 'ol IHOP. Eggs and pancakes and kids eat free. Can't get much more romantic than that ;)
Thursday, February 10, 2011
I got so frustrated and annoyed that I unlocked the front door and was seconds away from throwing the damn thing into the yard and making Matt go survey the dark, wet grass for it. And unfortunately that's not an exaggeration.
A few minutes later when we had cooled down I warned him that he really shouldn't get me all riled up like that because at this point I refuse to be accountable for my actions. I don't necessarily think it's fair, but he got off easy when I was pregnant with Madelyn--I didn't
act irrationally, I never sent him out at midnight for Chinese food, and I lost all the baby weight (and then some). You're welcome!
I should probably have a bumper sticker on my car (or forehead) that says "Pregnant: If provoked will retaliate." I'm pretty sure no one would mess with me. Or at least in my defense I could say they'd received fair warning.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Imagine my surprise when it was positive.
So was the next one.
And the next three I took that morning.
I took five pregnancy tests in the course of two hours, each more shocking than the last.
We were extremely blessed with the ease in which we conceived Madelyn but I never thought we'd get that lucky twice. I have friends who have or had trouble conceiving, so I'm not immune to the fact that getting pregnant naturaly and easily is truly a miracle.
We called the doctor, made our first appointment for when I would be seven weeks, and reported as scheduled. That appointment was today.
I'd been extremely nervous for reasons I can't explain. I think the first time around you're so naive and shocked you don't know what to expect, but this time I was cautious and concerned. In fact, I literally took a pregnancy test every three days until the appointment to make sure everything was still ok. I even took them out of town with me. It became a serious issue.
Today we saw a throbbing heartbeat on a little body that is currently only a quarter of an inch long, and which can be seen below. He/she is the little peanut-shaped body on the left.
We set another appointment for four weeks down the road at which point I'll be 11 weeks. And until then, we just pray that everything is ok.
I am excited, a little anxious, always somewhat nauseous, and extremely lucky :)
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Time with them can rejuvinate me. It can help me with my abs, which usually ache from endless laughing. It can humble me. And it can remind me how lucky I am to have found them.
A few weeks ago Megan and Dai came up from Florida to spend the weekend in the ATL with me and Kristin. We try to do a girl's weekend once a year, and it's very sweet of them to come up this way since I have a certain two-year-old travel accessory that makes it slightly more difficult to cross state lines. Plus, it gives Madelyn a chance to see her crazy aunts, which is how I've decided I'm going to refer to them.
These girls let me sleep in their beds when I had eccentric
They spoil Madelyn like she is already one of the girls and I can't wait to hear what stories they tell her when she gets older.
They're the people who will be drinking champagne and telling funny stories at my funeral because they know that's what I'd want.
They're my drinking buddies. My eternal road trip companions. The first people I call when something good (or bad) happens.
We've transitioned from babies on a campus of 40,000 people, to young professionals that never really felt like it, to fiances and wives, and now some of us to mothers. As many life changes as we experience, and we've covered some big ones in the past decade, the person I am when I'm with them is the most authentic version of my true self, and I thank them for bringing that out of me.