Sunday, June 30, 2013

To grandmother's house we go!

The best part of my day?  Not feeling sick when I woke up!  Just queasy from the empty stomach from throwing up, but not sick enough that I had to stay home from church. My week just feels off if I miss church so thank goodness we could make that happen. 


Brady hung out with his friend, Andy, in the mothers lounge.

I laughed at the waiting page of the new gospel library app. Which is incredible by the way.

Both kids slept in the car on the way down to the farm!

I know!  I can hardly believe it either!  Baby girl woke up at 8:00 though and Brady woke up after 8:30 so we had a reeeaaaalllllyyyy late night but they were both happy so it was fine.

Gorgeous scenery and pecan orchards on the way down. My favorite though was looking at all the different houses. Big small old new traditional and double wide. I love it all.

Made it!!!

Just a crazy picture of the three of us.

My 92 year old papa. Cute and precious as ever. I am so in love with that guy.

Papa just loving hanging out with my beautiful nephew. His eyes are absolutely incredible. I'm sure that's what papa was looking at.

Baby girl put this wipe on Brady's head and he didn't mind one but. Kinda looks like a pilgrim and makes me think of that lady that uses toilet paper on airplanes to dress like a puritan and take pictures of herself. Please tell me you've seen that!

The worst and weirdest part of my day?  I have a million and one tiny red dots on my face, mostly around my eyes and jaw line. Don't worry, I googled it. Apparently it is possible to vomit so violently that the blood vessels in your face actually burst. I woke up looking like I was on drugs but luckily I was able to cake on my moms foundation and some dark eye shadow and it wasn't too noticeable.


So weird since this has never happened to me before but so glad I didn't have to worry about this when I was pregnant! Anyways, we made it to the farm, I feel fine, and life is good! 

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Not according to plan: part two

Thursday evening I randomly started feeling a little nauseous. Not nauseous like I ate too much food but nauseous like the beginning stages of food poisoning or a 24 hour bug. Luckily it never got terrible even though it stuck around for hours until I went to bed. But when I woke up this morning, it was gone. Awesome. 

Tonight my friend, Diana called and said she was going to drop by since she and her husband were in the area. Yeay!  We were hanging out and having a grand old time when I suddenly felt really sick to my stomach. Hoping it would go away like last time, I didn't bother saying anything. By the time they left, I was really uncomfortable but my parents said dinner would be ready in a minute and maybe that would help to have food in me. I was also getting a headache so I thought maybe the nausea was from that because sometimes I throw up when I get migraines. Well, I sat down for dinner and then just never moved. Even at 9:30, way past when I wanted Abigail in bed since she didn't nap today. But oh!  The pain!

Brady cried and I went up to get him but sitting up was so terrible I just laid on the floor next to him and held his binky in while trying to coach Abigail through her might time routine of potty, teeth, diaper, etc. 

Walter and bekah had come over part way through dinner and buddy tried to help Abigail but it just wasn't working. She wasn't cooperating and he didn't know the ins and outs of negotiating a toddler through the bedtime routine. She is terribly particular and OCD. 

Eventually she got to bed. But Brady wouldn't go back to sleep. Around 11:30 I finally got him to sleep and the whole time just felt like I was about to die. I took a second dose of pepto but I just kept feeling more and more sick. My bath towel was hanging within reach of the bed so I threw it on the floor just in case. 

Good thing because an hour later I knew I was going to lose it and making it to the bathroom or the trash can on the other side of the room was not going to happen. It was pitch black which was good so I couldn't see anything and my body just threw up everything I've eaten in the last 24 hours. Then I got a moment's relief. 

And then while I was cleaning up that whole mess and scrubbing the carpets, the stomach pain returned. I took another dose of pepto and now I'm just waiting and hoping that I can feel well enough/tired enough to go to sleep for a bit. 

I might die. 

But really, I'm going to cry if this means I can't go to my grandparents' house tomorrow. A bug like this would not be good at all. 

But to end on a slightly lighter (no pun intended) and more superficial note, just for kicks, after I threw up, I stepped on the scale and I'm down a full pound lower than my previous lowest post-Brady weight. The least I've weighed since last April. 

But seriously, this is miserable. To the point that this thought actually ran through my head tonight "would I rather be in labor?!"  At least if I was in labor it would already be over by now. 

Crossing my fingers to sleep all night and wake up in the morning feeling 100% better. 


Friday, June 28, 2013

Pjs all day


















Thursday, June 27, 2013

Puppet show and girls night

I don't think it's possible for me to go to bed at a decent hour when there is so much fun to be had in Atlanta. Good thing I got that nap in today when I fell asleep on the floor doing a puzzle with Abigail.

Bedtime: 3am. Goal for tomorrow: go to bed earlier. 








Wednesday, June 26, 2013

just a little stucky

there's this restaurant on the way to the beach and it's next to a gas station that we sometimes stop at.  anyways, i kid you not, the name of the restaurant is "stucky's" and even though christopher and i have never eaten there, we mention "stucky" and "stucky's" at all possible opportunities.

anyways.  i've been bad at posting but part of the reason is that i'll post a bunch of pictures from my phone using the blogger app... with the intention of editing it and adding commentary when i get on my laptop and have a real keyboard and a decent size screen.  but sometimes the blogger app takes DAYS to publish the post.  like right now i have three posts that i've written in the past few days but none will publish.  so it looks like i've been MIA since friday.  not really the case.  just slightly frustrating.

speaking of frustrating?  yesterday was terribly frustrating.  starting with the fact that i didn't go to sleep monday night because i was up late packing and then just stayed up because i had to be up by 3am anyways to leave the house by 4 for our 6am flight.  so i had been awake since 7am monday morning.  tuesday i got to the airport and since i hadn't added brady as "infant on lap" then i had to wait in this insanely long line at check in for a new boarding pass even though i already had them printed.  and i had to drag SO MUCH STUFF AND TWO CARSEATS AND TWO KIDS through that line.  i can't even tell you how many comments i got from people and the phrase of choice was "bless you" and "you're brave."  and then i ran to security and it wasn't terribly bad except that i was frazzled knowing it was likely i would miss my flight (which would suck because christopher was on his way to a meeting so i would have been stranded at the airport with two kids) and it takes airport security forever to check all of our bottles of liquid (we had four) and believe me that abigail's carseat will not fit through the security belt no matter how you try to maneuver it and recline it and twist it and turn it.  and then we had to use elevators any time we needed to go downstairs because i had so much baggage and helping abigail onto an escalator too and trying to not smash brady who was strapped to me in a wrap.  we were literally RUNNING through the airport.  one hand was pulling a carryon with my purse on top and abigail's carseat hitched on the back and my other hand was holding abigail's and poor brady was just bobbing up and down trying keep his neck from snapping in half.  as we got within earshot of our gate i heard someone on the intercom yelling "if you are on the flight to atlanta you need to RUN!"  ironic because i was running and i kid you not, i literally yelled out "WE'RE RUNNING!!!  WE'RE RUNNING!!!"  i'm sure we weren't a spectacle at all.  the flight was at 6:00 and the boarding pass said they close the doors at 5:50.  we got there at 5:52.  seriously BARELY made it.  i walked on that plane extremely grateful.  and equal parts sweaty.

what else wasn't going my way?  oh, my two year old has been pumped to ride on an airplane and that's all she's talked about for the past five days.  we get on the plane and....?  she has a window seat that has no window.  and the seat in front of her had their window completely shut.  and i brought absolutely nothing for her to play with (that's another story not worth telling) but luckily she was an angel and just sat there like "okay, here i am.  i'm just going to sit here because apparently i'm on an airplane and this is supposed to be cool."  totally just going with it.  she was also super awesome that she didn't kick the seat in front of her like she did the ENTIRE flight that we took in september for em's wedding.

brady only slept for maybe... MAYBE 20 minutes of the 2.5 hour flight.  he didn't have any screaming fits but he required constant playing with and was just squirmy.

our flight landed early!  yeay!  at 10:40 atlanta time i texted mom to let her know we landed.

abigail wanted to use a bathroom stall that literally could not fit us and our bags and the ONE handicap stall was locked with no one in it so we had to go to a different bathroom entirely.  she screamed and cried some jibberish about "potty" all the way through C terminal until we got to another bathroom and then she threw herself on the floor to continue that fit because it wasn't the "all the way green potty" like she wanted and then because she couldn't open the locked closet door in the handicap stall to go potty in there.  eventually that ended and she went potty and we continued on to baggage claim but by that point i had talked to mom and told her "actually, would you mind parking the car and coming in to help me get our bags from the carousel and everything?  i don't have enough hands"  SMART MOVE because while my bags came right away, brady's checked carseat did not.

after a million trips and waiting around and talking to more people that i could keep track of, i finally had to fill out a missing baggage form and borrow a loaner carseat from the airport.  it was ghetto and annoying.  that whole process took forever and TWO HOURS after we landed, we finally drove away from the airport.

the varsity was amazing as usual.  of course.  although brady tasted an onion ring and cried about it.

all day i was so tired i wasn't making sense or able to keep going on a single train of thought and i kept falling asleep and nodding off every two seconds.  abigail fell asleep for her nap right away but brady wasn't going down for a nap no matter how hard i tried.  i was about to die so i passed him off to my mom and passed out on her bed for a long time.  apparently she tried unsuccessfully to wake me a few times and at 5 or so finally said "brady is so tired and has been awake forever.  he NEEDS to go to sleep." so i somewhat remember swaddling him and putting him to sleep.  very hazy on that though.  and then i went back to sleep myself.

i can't even remember much of the day after that.  abigail napped until 6 30 or so, we made a small batch of milkyway ice cream, sarah came to hang out with us for a bit when she dropped by a pack n play for us to borrow.  i was still nodding off like crazy and at 10 30, everyone said goodnight and i was headed up to bed when i got a call from an unknown atlanta number and talked to some guy with an accent so thick i literally could only understand three words of the entire conversation.  "baggage" and "leaving airport" and he did say yes when i said "you have my carseat?!  are you coming to my house with it right now?!"  at midnight he still wasn't here and i was tired of waiting.  i called him.  we had another conversation where i had no idea what he was saying except i heard something that indicated that he had two more stops to go before me but while i was asking him how much longer it would take, he hung up and the call disconnected.  awesome.  he came at 1:30.  this is over 40 hours that have passed and all i've had is a disjointed nap of maybe two hours.

and while my carseat looked fine, the bag it was in was completely thrashed.  awesome again.  i wanted to ask the guy for details on where it was and why it was lost but seriously i could not understand a single thing he was saying.  i signed something and gave him the loaner carseat and that was it.

i got to bed at 2.

brady woke up at 2 40 and didn't want to go to bed.  and then he woke up an hour after that and maybe again an hour after that and then for the day at 10.  thankfully abigail slept in til 10 30.

today we left at 11 30 and went to the atlanta botanical gardens.  the exhibit they have going on right now is phenomenal.  i loved it and will post pictures soon.  we ran errands and got home at 6.  brady fought nap and then woke up 45 minutes later.  and then when i put him down for the night it took 30 minutes of fighting with him and he was up 45 minutes later again and wouldn't go back to sleep.  and then i finally got him down at 11:30, with crying from him.  and then showering, pumping, emptying my brain.

so cheers for another 2am bedtime!  let's cross our fingers brady gets back on track with this whole sleep thing and starts being happier when he's awake too!

i'm so excited for tomorrow... i just need to get some sleep so i can enjoy it!

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

brady's first food

we actually had to stop after a few minutes because he was gagging so hard it looked like he was having trouble breathing and i thought he was going to throw up.


torturing my kid.  one spoonful at a time.

Not part of the plan

A whole lot of things lately have not been according to plan. At this point it's almost comical. But not quite.

packing was supposed to be done by 8pm.  instead, i pulled an all nighter since i had to be up by 3am anyways.

the window seat lacked a window.  and the seat in front had their shade pulled down the whole time.  i had been so excited for baby girl to go on her plane ride.  luckily, she was awesome and precious about it.

i think he might have napped for maybe ten minutes.  but i can't be sure because i was in and out of sleep myself.

turns out, this little kid is afraid of the airport trains.  she so sweetly kept asking if i could hold her.  nope, sure can't.  got my hands full but you're doing just great!

this kid was beyond tired and i was so ready to just get him in his carseat so he could sleep!  well, the carseat never came.  

two hours after our plane landed, we finally left the airport.

and we were blessed with this ghetto airport loaner carseat.

and then i waited up til 1:30 in the morning for our carseat to be dropped off.  and the bag i had put it in was completely thrashed.  maybe this is why conservative moms say that checking your carseat is like it being in a car crash and that it's unsafe after that.

am i being punked?!

Saturday, June 22, 2013

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