Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Had a little fun with the close up settings on the camera!
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Today is the last day of regular season football--the Bears need lots of things to happen to get to the playoffs. Here's hoping for a loss by the Vikings and a win by the Bears--or if the Vikings and Bears both win, we need the Cowboys and Bucs to lose. I'm wearing my lucky 86 jersey...
Friday, December 26, 2008
Grandma and Grandpa B are coming in on Sunday to visit--can't wait!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
And, for those of you who didn't get a Christmas card from us (we were late, and ran out!), we wish you the very merriest!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
I am pleased to report that today, I put on (a) my wedding band and engagement ring; and (b) my pre-pregnancy jeans--and they are roomy!
Now, let's preface this by saying I was a little fatty-pants before I got pregnant. But, I was very careful during the pregnancy to watch what I ate, and to minimize the baby weight gain, which was recommended by my doc due to my ample pre-pregnancy size. For the past two weeks, I've also tried to not let the baby stress make me eat a ton, and I realize that I can't keep eating for two (which was fun while it lasted). So, the doctor will perform the official weigh-in at 1:45pm today, but my scale reports that I weigh about 15 pounds less than I did when I got weighed on my 4/11/08 positive pregnancy test day.
Now, if I can just keep that progress up, and have another similar pregnancy, I should be in pretty decent shape...now remember, horizonal stripes are not a fat girl's friend.Notice the Christmas tree--it's up, there are presents underneath it, only there are NO ornaments! Well, there's one--Tara sent us a "Baby's First Christmas" which made it to the tree, but the rest are still in the basement! Oh well, the lights are pretty enough.
***update, 9pm; went to the OB, weighed 19 pounds less than my 4/11/08 7 week ultrasound...even better! (ate a whole frozen pizza for dinner, though, so 15 pounds probably more accurate now!)
Monday, December 22, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Today is Sunday. Our first Sunday with the HD set up and the football ticket. Big Man turns on the TV, and for some reason we have the football ticket channels, but not the football ticket in HD! At the same time, I open my DirecTV bill and its $333!!! WTF?
Now, I've posted about the saga when we signed up for HD on November 15, and had to wait until December 15 for the install. What I didn't know at the time is that DirecTV charged our credit card $214 on November 15 for the HD dish we didn't have yet. Then they decided to charge me again on the December statement. Fun times!
So we call DirecTV, and a polite woman acknowledges (after I look up the date and exact amount of payment) that they have charged us twice and they "don't know why". So, she credits us, and now our bill is $118.24, which I can live with. I just wasted 20 minutes of my life, but okay.
So I mention to her that we have a second problem and it is that we can't watch the football ticket in HD because we are getting an error message. We've missed valuable minutes of football trying to reboot the system to no avail. She explains that while we have the HD package, and the football ticket, that if we want the football ticket in HD we have to purchase the "superfan" upgrade, which, for the final two weeks of the season costs $69.99! WTF??? We already paid about $300 for the football ticket, and over $200 for the HD upgrade, plus they are soaking us for more money each month for the HD programming, and now we have to PAY MORE to watch the football games in HD??? This is bullshizzle. We said not no, but hell no. And now we are watching low-def football on our big screen and it looks LIKE TOTAL CRAP!
This cable/dish monopoly on certain sports is so unfair because there is no competition.
We can't live without the football ticket. (and certainly not without HD.)
I feel like we are getting extorted.
Hey DirecTV, you could have kissed me first! (before you ****ed me!)
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
All babies kind of look alike, so I'd say the jury's still out on this one.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
I'm Dani, and B is my mommy. Big Man is my daddy--he's kinda shy and doesn't like mommy to put his picture on the blog. I'm not shy though, and have authorized mommy to put as many pictures of me out there for the world to enjoy--maybe I'll be discovered, and score a sweet diaper endorsement!
Things on the other side of the womb are pretty okay. I went to the doctor yesterday, but didn't have to get any shots, which was good. Apparently, I'm pretty healthy. Mommy told the doctor that I am able to lift up my head and look in all directions and the doctor was surprised because I am still so young. He doesn't realize I'm a super baby. He said as soon as my belly button thingie falls off I can have tummy time...I figure it should take me a couple weeks and then I should be able to do more pushups than dad. He's big, but he's not as tough as me!
I've been eating a lot, and sleeping in pretty good blocks of time. That makes mommy and daddy happy. It lets them think that they are in control, but we all know differently, don't we? If they step out of line, I'll just be sure to "adjust" my sleep schedule to show them who the boss of the house really is.
A few days ago, I got some new outfits from Auntie Tara. I'm wearing the pink one today, and I like it so much that I didn't spit up on it, yet! I've been having a lot of vistors--it seems everyone loves babies, particularly when they are as cute as me. I figure I'm developing quite a fan base in the world of the internets, so I will leave you with a picture...gotta take a nap now...girl needs her beauty sleep!
Monday, December 15, 2008
We got HD-ified today. Wow. I've always been indifferent to TV, but it is so COOL! You can see every detail from the faces in the crowds to the wrinkles and bloodshot eyes of the anchors on sports center. Can't wait to watch Monday Night Football in HD tonight--all we need to go with it would be some smell-o-vision (hot dogs, beer) and we could have the true stadium experience! And apparently it records what we watch so I can pause the tv and grab a snack and then just restart--cool! It will be especially helpful for when Ms. Fussy needs something.
Also, stumbled across this cookbook, and thought it might be a good gift for the hard-to-shop for. You just can't make this shit up. Or maybe you can, someone check snopes, but definitely check this link, and read the comments, they are freakin' hilarious! (Title of the book: Natural Harvest: A Collection of Semen Based Recipes) Just click the link and read the comments.
Went to the babydoc today--baby healthy, and amazingly average in every size and shape (head, weight, length, etc.)
Big Man's going to grill some steaks tonight (compliments of Gail) and we are going to chill out and watch the football game. Westbrook's got to get me 20 points tonight or I lose to the Big Man in our fantasy football playoffs.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
A few minutes later (and warmer) baby was happily snuggling with daddy in her cool hooded towel. Big Man's hand looks like it could encompass the baby, but I think it's a foreground/background illusion, because his hands are big but not that big.I think I posted a few weeks ago about my planned baby present for Big Man--to get the local Chicago Bear to autograph a onesie that I could frame for the nursery. My neighbors helped me as they are friends with Josh Beekman's parents. (Josh Beekman is a local guy who was drafted by the Bears two years ago, and is now a starting offensive lineman, #67.) Doorbell rang today and it was our neighbor Paul, and Mr. Beekman (Josh's dad) who were there to personally deliver the autographed onesie for Big Man along with a photograph. What a great surprise! And, Big Man got to talk football and Chicago and Big Man was happy!
In other football news, Big Man and I are head to head this week in the fantasy football playoffs. I have the best record in the league and he's the wild card, but it's not looking good for me.
Visitors: Yesterday our Grandma Emeritus Debi came over and spent a few hours with her local granddaughter! Today Dani met Aunt Renny and Uncle John. Our friend Aimee also came over, and brought us some baby stuff she no longer needed--a great swing and a formula pitcher, among other things. She also was super helpful with tips and ideas and ran to Target to grab a couple of baby things we needed. Since I can't drive and am still pretty sore and moving slowly, and we don't know what the heck we are doing, we've decided that unless absolutely necessary neither one of us needs to be alone with the baby for any real length of time--just until we are more settled in.
I spend a bunch of time today holding the baby. We've managed to get her to slow down during her feedings, and take breaks for burps and such, because although she doesn't really spit up, she gets the hiccoughs every time she eats. So, when she is done eating, I have been more actively burping her over my shoulder, and then just let her lay there for a bit so that she is ready to sleep. She just lays with her head turned my way, and occasionally lifts her head to look around. It is the sweetest thing in the entire universe. I could do it forever. So happy.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
No more uncomfortable beds and mediocre food.
No more intrusions to check my blood pressure or vitals that wake up the baby.
nurses to give us advice;
food staff to deliver our meals;
pediatrician visits every day;
staff to clean up the room; or
nursery staff to watch and care for Dani if we want to sleep!
To prepare for the trip home, we had to pick out an outfit. (Love the Dad hand/Baby hand here)
Glad to be home. Home to the land mines of cat puke and days of mail. Home to the fully-stocked refrigerator with ready to heat and ready to eat meals, sandwiches and salads compliments of Auntie Gail. This was cry-worthy--I ate a salad! Vegetables! Not something we would have had on hand for a while I am sure!
Then the exhaustion hit me. Big Man suggested I go upstairs to sleep. We estimated that during the hospital visit I may have slept for an aggregate of 5 hours. We started the first night with no sleep, and then things calmed down a bit--Big Man was able to rack out for a few hours at a time each day. But lots of other stuff kept me busy--some labs and vitals that were below par meant that I was monitored a lot more than I would have liked to be and I just could not sleep.
By the time I got home, I could barely complete a sentence, because I could not hold a thought together. I crashed for about 20 minutes on the couch and then tried to pump and couldn't get the manual pump to work. Mommy meltdown number 1. (at this point I was probably like an E cup and man it hurt). At this point every part of me feels bad, from my guts to my back to my super swollen ankles.
Big Man insists I lie down upstairs and says he will take all baby responsibility. I go upstairs, shower and get ready for bed (6pm). Climb into bed and sack out for an hour. Need to get up but I can't. Our bed is pretty high--it hurt a bit to climb in, but I definitely can't get out without help. My abs hurt because of the surgery and I resort to yelling for Big Man, who gets me out of bed, and then insists on making up the guest room for me because the bed is about a foot lower and more manageable. Caveat is that he's going to sleep in the bedroom because the bed is bigger. Mommy meltdown 2. (irrational, tired, bleh...the rooms have an adjoining door for pete's sake!).
So, Big Man tucks me into bed and I sleep some more. Probably like 3 more hours and he brings the baby up to the nursery. I wake up again, and he's taking the monitor downstairs so I can continue to sleep and he suggests I use the earplugs so I can sleep undisturbed. He comes up around 11pm and then we come up with the plan that he will keep the monitor in the bedroom, but that we will both wake up for a minute or two with each baby need, to determine whether it's a one man or two man job; feedings are much easier with both of us, for the extra hands but diaper changes are an easy solo job. So we split the time until 4:30am, when we do the last feeding and it's Big Man's turn for some shuteye. So, I take the monitor, shut him in the bedroom, and the blessed little baby gives him 3 hours of shuteye! When he wakes up around 7:30, she's changed and napping, having eaten already, so he cleans up, showers and then heads downstairs with baby so I can do the same.
Then I take over so he can make us a breakfast feast....bacon, real eggs, english muffins, coffee!
All in all, once I got a little bit of sleep it's going well!
Time to get to work on the baby pics for the announcement. Expecting a bunch of visitors over the next few days too!
Happy to be home, with my family.
I'm so in love x2.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
We've gotten a million emails and notes, and for now, I can only respond via blog--because my baby needs kisses!
Couldn't be happier.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Jackie H was baby's first visitor, followed by Christine, and then Gail and Shannon, and Nancy!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
A baby's birth day contest!
Winner gets a prize, and I don't just mean the opportunity to babysit!
1. Baby's weight.
2. Time baby actually gets delivered.
FYI, Big Man predicts under 8 lbs. and I'm going with over 8lbs. Full disclosure: we have absolutely no basis for our guesses!
Monday, December 8, 2008
Bags are packed.
Tomorrow we meet our daughter.
We were talking last night about what she will be like when she is older, and Big Man predicts, "gorgeous and popular".
As for what she will look like tomorrow, Big Man's dad went out on a limb and predicted, "brown hair, brown eyes, and light brown skin".
I'm thinking she's definitely going to have dark hair and brown skin, but blue eyes like mine would be way cool!
I hope to post pics tomorrow, it all depends on how much I'm enjoying the morphene.
He is happy to report that other December 9th birthdays include:
former Chicago Bear and NFL Hall of Famer Dick Butkus (1942).
Well, that's the highlight for the Big Man.
Other notables (or not so notables) born on 12/9:
John Milton (1608), author of my favorite quote of all time, "Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to my conscience, above all other liberties."
Clarence Birdseye (1886) frozen food dude
Tip O'Neill (1912)
Amsterdam-born Kirk Douglas (1916)
Redd Foxx (1922)
Donny Osmond (1957)
Congresswoman Kirstin Gillibrand (1966)
That's all for now......headed to the hospital for my pre-op appointment!
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Baby, kick it into high gear; I'm ready to go into labor now. OK?
In other positive news, Bratz dolls have been ordered by a court to be discontinued after the holidays, so my little girl will never get to play with the little trampy things! Woo hoo!
That at least settles one of my concerns about having a girl baby from my post of August 26, http://betsyboothhill.blogspot.com/search?q=sugar+and+spice
Two days to go; hosptial pre-op tomorrow afternoon, unless I can convince my water to break sooner...here's hoping!
Saturday, December 6, 2008
The movie Wall-E not only accurately described the humans of the future, but also the 38 week pregnant B's of today:And, when I stand sideways, I bear a certain resemblance to this scary storyteller:
But I still manage to bring smiles and french fries to children around the globe.
Sweet jesus, 3 more days of this................
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Last OB appointment is today. :)
Bags are packed. Ready to go.
Wills drafted; Big Man's executed, still have to sign mine. Just trying to be prepared!
OH, and Big Man baked me a devils food layer cake with white frosting (my fave) just because he ROCKS!
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Except that call was from a certain grandma-to be who will remain nameless (but her initials might be MJS).
Who panicked. (is it baby time???)
And called my cell, but the ringer was too low for me to hear.
So she called Big Man's cell, but no one got it because Big Man was on the phone.
So she panicked more.
And then she dispatched her flying monkeys.
Then she tried to call in the Air National Guard, after phoning in an Amber Alert and appearing on Larry King Live pleading for help.
Then Big Man got off the phone and I waddled into the butler's pantry to check out who had called his cell. Once I saw that she had called Big Man's phone I kind of panicked and thought that maybe something was wrong on their end, and they really needed me and then I got worried. So I called her.
And then this certain grandma-to-be told me that I was working too much and that I should be home relaxing at all times because it's ALMOST baby time.
I reminded her that about three months ago when I was worried that the lack of sleep and working with a baby would be hard, her exact words were, "Women working in the fields have babies every day and keep working. You'll be fine." (Yes, I was birthed from sympathetic loins.)
Someone's got a serious case of grandma-to-be-itis. But I love her for it.
ONE WEEK TO GO!