My life with triplet boys that were born via donor eggs.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
A week ago I went to see one of my favorite bands, Nine Inch Nails, play live. It was an amazing show. The lights, the music, the drunk people, it was great. I also took Colleen, who is 16, along. She got to go see NIN the day I was implanted with the boys back in October 2005. I had planned on going but didnt want to chance anything, so I stayed home. DH took her and when NIN hit the stage DH called me and I listened to the concert via cell phone. It was good but I still wanted to be there. Colleen is my surrogate little sister. She is one of the kids that I used to nanny for. She was 6 months old when I met her and has really turned into a beautiful young woman. And I was thrilled that I could turn her onto a lot of new wave and alternative music, especially NIN. She had a great time at the concert and so did I. We had general admission tickets and me being older and less tolerant of shenagians I was worried. I told her that we had to stay toward the back because people get kinda crazy when you get closer to the stage. I wasnt worried about me, it was more about protecting her from the drunk ass idiots up there. Well I guess there can be drunk ass idiots everywhere and we were right behind Hindu arms girl and her boyfriend who thought that he was at a rap concert. Rapman was very annoying and verrry drunk. He kept talking and then would loose his balance and then fall back on Colleen. It drove us both crazy. I decided to fight back and when he came back toward us, I just pushed him back. Once he slipped and fell on the floor and I secrectly wished he would have hurt his leg and then would be hauled off, but that didnt happen. A friend of his was close to him and saw what was going on and he came over to help. He kept staring at Colleen the red headed beauty and he protected her for most of rest of the night.
The boys like NIN as well. If we are in the car and they start fighting all I have to do is put on some Nails and they get really quiet and are content. NIN was one of the first concerts that they went to while in utero. I went to see U2 at 8 weeks pregnant. Since I had missed NIN in St. Louis, they were doing a college tour in February and were in Champaign so I got tickets. Now those were very good seats, 7th row center. It was very active in my belly that night. I was hugely pregnant at 21 weeks but that didnt stop me from having a good time.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
The boys are doing good, although they all have colds right now. I am the only one who is healthy. Wait I shouldnt have said that. I will probably be next. :)
Friday is my first epidural steroid injection in my back. I am glad that it is finally going to happen and hope that it helps with the back pain.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
After having the hysterectomy done in June, I took a lot of crap from the MIL. I wasnt supposed to do this, or that. But she didnt know what my restrictions were, she just wanted to boss me around like usual. I took it, I was weak and recovering. After 4 weeks of her being in my house and taking care of the boys I couldnt take it anymore and I lied and said I had no restrictions. I wasnt supposed to be picking up the boys but I knew that if she spent one more day in my house that something bad would happen. She had to go. The first morning that she didnt come, Ian was sitting in the window waiting for her. He turned to me and said, "Gahma come?" I said that she wasnt coming today and he turned to me and clapped his hands and said "YAY!!" So I know it wasnt just me that needed a break from her. So fast forward to today. She has no idea what my restrictions are or even if I have any. DH and I went to see Batman and went shopping. We had lots of stuff in the car and I brought some in and she told me that I should sit down and that I shouldnt be carrying anything. Ok, fine, you might want to say, "ahhhh that was really sweet". Stop right there! It wasnt a sweet moment. It was her trying to tell me what I can and cant do. So I turned around and went out to my car and grabbed the bulk toliet paper pack, batteries, and anything else I could get my hands on and brought it into the house. DH knows not to tell me what I can do, he just lets me decide and when I tell him I cant bend over one more time, he believes me and takes care of it. Why does she think she is in charge of everything in my life? You would think that she would get tired of trying to boss me around when I do what I want anyway. Man that woman makes me nuts.
P.S. My only restriction is not to inflict bodily harm upon her. :)
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
I seem to be healing pretty well. I go for a follow-up on Friday with Dr. Mc Closkey. I think she will be very proud of me for doing what she told me to do and rest. Most importantly not to pick up the boys, which has been really hard on them and me. But I am following instructions with the hope that I will get some of my restrictions lifted. God knows I gotta get my driving privledges back. I dont feel stir crazy but would just like to get out by myself and do something I want to do. I want to go have a pedicure done so I was thinking of asking a friend to see if she wants one and then she could drive me. :) So Julia, if you are reading this, do you wanna go get a pedi anytime soon?? :) My toes are in need of some tlc. DH did his best by painting them but its just not the same. :)
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Monday, June 9, 2008
Friday, June 6, 2008
As you already know I had surgery on Monday. You know, the one that you told me to have almost 14 years ago. I had planned on you being there to do the honors, but you left this earth way too soon. But I know that you were there in spirit. I could feel you the night before while I was lying sleepless on my bed. I think you were rubbing my back and trying to let me know that it would be ok. I also felt your presence when I arrived at the hospital. I felt you sitting on my bed watching over the nurses who were getting me prepared for surgery. I know you were there. It was so comforting. As I was being wheeled down to the surgery suite, I didn't feel you. I got scared and thought that maybe I had made the wrong decision. I arrived in the room and you were definitely there waiting for me. You were the last thing that I thought of before I was off to sleep. I was hoping that your replacements could fill your shoes and have the same skilled hands that you had when it came to cleaning out my endo. I woke up about 4 hours later in the recovery room and I was hurting. I was also terrified that I had a laporotomy to remove my uterus and ovary. I saw my doc approach and she was smiling. When she got close enough I could hear her say, "I have very good news for you." I tried to smile but the pain was too great. She went on to say, " you have 4 holes in your belly and a few stitches in your vagina. You know what that means?" I just smiled and said to her in my rough raspy voice, "I LOVE YOU!!" I knew right then and there that you were there guiding the two surgeons hands and that you didn't let the 2nd year resident make too many mistakes when he got his chance to remove some adhesions. I was so happy, in pain but very happy. I could also tell you were around when I was alone in my hospital room. You gave me a lot of strength to get through the first night even though it was pretty bad until they gave me a pain med pump. Then I was quiet as a mouse, just every once in a while I would push the button and it would chirp. I made it though the first night very hungry and ready to go home the next morning. I had learned all the things that I needed to do, from having previous surgeries with you. so as soon as I could I ordered breakfast, the real kind not the liquid kind, asked to sit up in a chair, and then after breakfast got up to take a shower, which amazed my nurse who couldn't believe that I wanted a shower. I knew that if I did all these things and went to oral pain meds that my ticket would be issued that day and I would be discharged. I was still in pain but deep down I could tell it wasn't the same kind of pain that I had going into the surgery. That made me reassured that I had made the right decision to have this done.
After I got home that night and everyone was in bed, I could tell you were here with me. It made me cry this time because even though you weren't there physically you were with me watching over me and taking care of me like you always did.
Yesterday your wonderful Mom came over and brought DH and I food for a few days. When we were alone I told her that I felt that you were there with me at the hospital but that when I was being wheeled down to the OR I thought you were gone, only to find that you were there in the room waiting there after scrubbing in. She got tears in her eyes and so did I. We both knew that you were there and guiding the surgeons hands.
My current gyn doc told me that she could tell that I had many previous surgeries but in the areas that I had endo I did not have it previously because the old surgery sites were clean and free of endo. She complimented you on being such an excellent surgeon and keeping me in good shape to have had the boys. Mostly what I had this time was adhesions and there were lots of them. But that is no surprise to either of us. My uterus had a gnarly adhesion that went from there to my ovary and then that was adhered to my rectum. I guess now I know why I had massive leg and back pain. There was some new endo there but you and I had been keeping it at bay for so long that it wasn't that bad. So for that I thank you. I thank you for lots of things, but keeping me comfortable while I had to do a crazy things like trying IVF and then ultimately using donor eggs to get me pregnant. I am sure at times I seemed crazed about having kids but after raising your kids I knew that I had to have some of my own and didn't trust anyone else to care for some precious embryos. I had to get pregnant and experience that so I could say F-you to my crappy ovary. :) I am glad that I took the risk with the donor eggs and now am a Mom. Without your encouragement and understanding I wouldn't have done it. I don't know if you know this but when I was getting wheeled into the OR for an emergency c section you were the only one I wanted to talk to. You told me it would be ok and to try not to freak out. The boys would be ok. And after you came up the next day to see my boys, you were so happy that we both cried. Its makes me very sad that they will not get to know you but I do have photos of you holding them when they were really tiny and the past two Christmas's. I will cherish those forever.
So Dr. C I did it. I made another life changing choice that turned out to be one of the best things that I could have done for myself. I know you were there with me. I appreciate all that you did for me when you were in this life and I am grateful for what you have done for me even with you in another life. You are my great friend, sister, Mom, and role model. I promised my boys that with me feeling better soon and not being in pain that I would become a new lots more energy kind of Mommy. I just want you to know that I didn't just do this for me, I did it for us. So I would have more energy to take care of our kids. When you passed I decided to take on the role of great friend, sister, Mom, and role model to your kids. So now I will have the energy to take care of all of our kids. So thanks for doing what you have done for me here in my physical life and beyond. You are a great friend. I miss you but I know when I need you, you will be there with me and my boys comforting us from beyond. One day we will all be together again and drinking some wonderful wine.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Saturday, May 31, 2008
So I chilled out and Spence seemed to settle down. Today DH took my place and starting whigging out. I know he is worried about me but he should be more worried about the dudes. I will be fine although I'm not so sure how the guys are going to handle it. Ian has the stomach flu, which couldnt come a worse time, but seems to be on the mend. Nothing would suck more than having a major abdominal surgery and then having the stomach flu. I dont even want to think about it. It would just be bad. Hopefully the other two dont get it and all remain healthy while Mommy is away.
I have some great photos of the guys but I push a button on my camera and now I cant get my memory card to communicate with the computer. I gotta read the book and figure out what I did but that will have to wait until I have lots of time on my hands. Which is coming up really soon......
Thursday, May 29, 2008
I have been kinda irritable and cranky as of late. The main reason is that I dont have all my pain relief meds, which if you read this blog you know that I am a fan of ibuprofen and Aleve with some Vicodin mixed in for good measure. Hopefully after the intitial recovery period I wont need to take them unless I have a headache. At least that's the plan. And I am trying to be positive, which to a lot of people who know me is surprising, but I really can be positive its just more fun to complain. :)
Also I am nervous not knowing what type of surgery is going to be performed whether its a lap or laporotomy. Another reason I am all nervous is because to be honest I dont really know the two doctors very well that are going to be performing it. My old gyn, who I miss dearly, would make me feel so comfortable and I trusted her with my life. The same way she trusted me with her kids lives. So its not the same and I do trust my docs but I still wish it were her doing it. I wish she were still around to hold my hand and tell me everything would be ok. I wish she were around to hear about her 16 year old daughter's first date. It's just so sad. I am very sad. I think this a great part of my anxiety. There is no way to change the situation so I am trying to not think about it but its hard. I know that this is all normal anxiety mixed in with some underlying depression and I shouldnt worry but since its rubbing off on my little snuggle bunny Spencer then I need to chill out. I have been cooking like a mad woman. I need to just put the rest of the uncooked meat in the freezer and let it freeze. Eating MIL's food for a while wont kill me, at least I hope. Tomorrow I am going to have a good day with the boys. We only have 3 more days together as me playing the roll of Crabass Mom. Hopefully Crabass Mom will cease to exist unless provoked in the future. Its the pain, I'm telling you, that makes me crazy.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Today was also DH's last day at his old job with the ob/gyns at St. Mary's and we brought the boys by to say "hello". Our last stop was in the NICU. One of my favorite nurses that the boys had, her name is Kelly, was there. We cant hug because of germs but we were so excited to see each other. She was so much fun to have around and always kept me calm when something was going wrong. She is an awesome nurse, anyway I told her that I would be on the floor and hoped she would come down and say "hi" after my surgery. She said she would and would bring the posse of my other favorite nurses. We didnt get to see all of our favs because they werent there so hopefully I will get to see them next week. The most interesting part of stopping by the NICU was that a set of quads had just been born and the Dad was there washing his hands and turned around and just said "WOW!!" when we rolled in. I really dont think he has any idea what has just happened and how much his life is going to change. He was very nice and I gave him my number and told him to call me or have his wife call. He was so cute, all doe eyed. Mom of the quads rolled in on her gurney and I said hello and told her to call me if she had time. Those first days in the NICU can be so scary. Well the whole NICU experience can be scary. Hopefully it isnt too scary for them and that its a short stay.
I've been busy cooking and preparing the house. Tomorrow I am making chicken marsala and a few other things. That is if the boys are in good moods and will not require my undivided attention. I am getting kinda nervous about the surgery because of the boys and how life is gonna change for a while and i wont be around much. I worry mostly about my snuggle bunny Spencer cause he like to snuggle lots with his Mommy. Not sure how Ian and Ollie are gonna react butI hope it isnt too tramautic for them. I know its gonna be hard for me not to be around them but as I get better it will be easier on everyone.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
I have been making meals for the freezer. So if anyone out there has any suggestions for meals to freeze please forward them to me or give a link. I made a mexican lasagna, sloppy joes, meatloaf, and hamburger patties this morning. I also made some banana bread, one is in the freezer and the other wont survive until the morning! For some reason the boys stopped eating nanas and I keep buying them. Oh well, the bread is good and very easy to make. I am going to make some chicken dishes tomorrow and hopefully will have a freezer full of food that can be easily heated up in the oven later when I am recovering. If left to the other option of eating the MIL's food DH and I might lose a lot of weight because her food sucks! DH is all for me freezing ahead of time. He says it was no accident that he was ultra skinny throughout his young life. She makes lasagna and its just gross, but that's a story for another post.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Boys are doing good. Ollie has finally decided that he can clap and wave bye. He is changing so quickly its amazing. Ian is talking more and more. He tries to say "tropical bird" because they show tropical birds in one of his dvds and he loves birds. Its so cute. Spencer is just plain wild. He is talking more and more and really changing quickly. He got a dinosaur that roars and walks. Well, I should say, they got it as birthday present. Spencer has decided that it is his. He is trying to roar like the dinosaur. Yesterday I gave him the choice of which pjs he wanted to wear, robots, spacemen or dinosaurs, what do you think he picked?? The dinosaurs!! Roooarrrr!!! Last week we had a meeting with their therapists and the reports were very good. Everyone is coming along well, they are still a little behind in some areas but are making excellent progress. That is all I can really ask for.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
So my dear friend Chris, I will watch over our kids and take care of them. I miss you terribly and wish you didnt have to leave so soon. Life will defintely not be the same without you. Thank you for being there for me and supporting me when I needed it the most. You are a wonderful woman and the most caring doctor that I had ever met. I hope that you are raising a glass of wine up in heaven with your Dad and Rita. I love you and miss you.
Monday, March 17, 2008
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?' Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible; 'The Invisible Mom.' Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.' I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, and she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England . Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was pulled up in a hair clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe . I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: 'To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.' And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.'
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride... I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'you're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Great Job, MOM!
Share this with all the Invisible Moms you know..... I just did. The Will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Anyway, I guess you could say that I was an emotional contractor. When things got stressful I would contract. My bathroom was under construction and things werent going well. The FIL was involved and that always means problems. The MIL was up my ass giving me all sorts of trouble. Finally the new plumbing was going to be put in the bathroom and I was thrilled. Then the other shoe dropped. When the plumber was doing his thing and noticed that the floor had to be completely replaced. It was the beginning of the end. That night I had to stay at the in laws house because the bathroom floor was competely non existent. I was uncomfortable and very cranky and any extended amount of time that I have to spend with that woman makes me crazier and crankier. I had to get up several times that night to pee, like all pregnant women, and everytime, there she was in her house robe asking me if I was ok. For the love of GOD!!! That next morning I knew that I wasnt going into work, I couldnt stay there for fear of commiting homicide, and I couldnt go home cause there was no toliet and the workmen would be there constructing a new floor, so I did what any smart pregnant chick would do and I went to a motel for the day. The clerk gave me a good room with a recliner after I told her that I couldnt go home because of the lack of facilites and needed to sleep.
That afternoon I had an appointment and knew that something was going to happen. I wasnt prepared. My cervix had shortened and they could detect contractions. I was so upset. All this time I had told them that I was having them and it seemed like no one listened. Then bang, I am being told to go over to the hospital right then to be admitted. I cried and cried. I dont know if I was relieved or scared. I didnt want to be stuck in the hospital for the duration of my pregnancy but begrudingly I said ok, I will go but I want to go home first and get some things. I was strongly cautioned not to, I think for fear that I wouldnt return, but I went home, said a very tearful goodbye to my animals, packed up some things to keep me from going insane, and cried.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Monday, March 3, 2008
I have many smudges on the new camera lense. Its fine. I probably shouldnt have let the lense cap dangle so little dirty hands wouldnt be attracted to it. Silly Mommy.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Just like his brother who went before him, Ian surprised me at how good he was at the barber shop. DH said that he didnt cry, he has a little stranger anxiety so I expected the worst, but let Dale the barber do his job. I am proud of you E!
Saturday, February 9, 2008
What a big boy Spence turned out to be. Apparently he warmed right up to Dale, the barber, and sat by himself in the big chair and let him do his work. I couldnt believe it. I thought he would be all over the place and he would come home with chunks of hair missing in weird places. I am so proud of my Spencey J!
Monday, February 4, 2008
Spencer went to see the ENT doc at Children's this past Wednesday. He failed a hearing test in December and he was referred to see one for a "mild" loss. I said he had fluid, the tech at the original test said it was more than fluid but not nerve damage. The appointment went well. He had a repeat audiogram and he does indeed have a VERY mild loss. I told the tech that I thought he had fluid, to which she replied, as she looked into his ears, "yes, you are correct." I only knew this because every time we go for a check up with our ped. she says that he has a small amount of fluid in his ears but it has never been infected. We waited forever, almost 2 hours, for the ENT doc, as there was an emergency in another room. When she came in we talked and she checked his ears and of course, as I said earlier, he had some fluid but not enough to make her recommend tubes right away. She was very interested in his continous sniffly nose and now he is on Nasonex for 2 months and then we go back.
Now dont start thinking that I am against tubes. Hell, the boys made it through the NICU, so Spencer can deal with tubes. I do hope that the Nasonex works, cause it kills two birds with one stone, you remember the runny nose that I talked about earlier. But if tubes are in his future then so be it. All I ask is that we are first on the surgery schedule so he doesnt have to go without something to drink all morning long. Let's face it, the boy is a Monster without his morning milk. And of course lets not forget that he is one who throws the best tantrums! But I must mention that the is one of the sweetest in the bunch. Its amazing how different he can be from minute to minute, kinda like a woman with PMS. HA!
Oliver has decided that he doesnt need to sleep all night long anymore. His new wake up time is between 3:30-4 AM. He doesnt want to go back to sleep and is ready for the day. DH and I have other plans. Its so much fun and reminds me of the days when DH and I took turns sleeping and then feeding three little infants. I had really hoped that those days were over but if you have read my blog for a long time you will see a pattern with each boy. Ian did this in late spring and early summer, Spencer did it later summer through late fall. Its just his turn I suppose. I'm not happy about it but hopefully it ends soon.
Ian is signing his little heart out. He signs "more" all the time but sadly most of the time we dont know what he wants more of. He is doing really well with Speech Therapy. I guess you could call him the star performer. I say he's a show off, but the ST likes the other term. Whatever. He is finally getting the last of his teeth in. I am pretty sure that 4 are coming in at once. He doesnt seem to mind.
There is some controversy stirring up with OT and ST. I like our speech therapist but I think she is trying to direct the boys care. The issues she sees with Oliver the occupational therapist doesnt see and she should know because they are sensory issues. I dont see the sensory issues either. I have spoken to the OT and made her aware of what is going on and we are on the same page. Next week she will do a sensory eval. I just dont see anything that the ST is talking about. Oliver gives her a really hard time and doesnt always want to do what she wants him to do, which is how he is with everything else in his life. So to her that means that he has issues. I think he may just not like her. She is very loud and demanding. Our OT is very sweet and gentle. ST was here when OT was last week and she commented on how non demanding OT was with the boys. Maybe thats what her motivation is? I am not sure but in time all will be revealed.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Ok enough about the glorious die maker. The boys are doing well. They are addicted to the Nuby brand sippy cups much to my dismay. They were great until the boys realized that they could push the top in and then dump the milk onto the carpet. It happened a total of 6 times today and I have had enough. I went out and bought two different brands that dont have silicone tops and these can be taken apart. Well until they can unscrew the lids. Lets just say that my new purchase did not make them very happy. Not much milk was drank at dinner or after. I know that in the morning its going to get ugly. Especially with Spencer. He likes his sippy cup that he can take apart and doesnt really like to change up his routine. I cant blame him for that, but sometimes there has to be an alternative to make Mom and Dad happy. Ian seemed ok and so did Ollie tonight but who knows what they will do when faced with the new sippys in the morning. Please, please, please, let them be good and drink out of them and not make this into a nightmare!!! Its 3 against one in the morning and I am not a morning person. So if you are a praying person, please pray for me. I know they will be alright, I just dont know if I will.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
I digress, I was shopping and bought some more things for the baby shower and came home to wrap them and then go to bed as I knew that Saturday would be busy. I started wrapping the bouncy seat and realized that I didnt have enough wrapping paper. Damn!! I had to go back to Walmart. I was already in my pjs and I was tired. It was only 9:20. Fine, I put on some respectable pants and threw on a sweatshirt and off I went. I found a cute gift bag that matched the wrapping paper and I was going to the freezer section to buy DH some ice cream. I purposely did not go down the scrapbooking aisle. On my way to the refrigerated section I just happened to pass by a display of the Cricut, not just any Cricut, but the big new Cricut that I had checked out a week prior at a scrapbooking store and was now in love with. I had to have it, right then and there. I called DH, because it was a major purchase and I wanted to make sure he hadnt bought one for me already for my birthday. Silly to think that he would buy something ahead of time but I had to ask. He didnt sound thrilled but I didnt care. I bought the damn thing. I was so excited I called my pregnant girlfriend and squealed into the phone! The lady behind me was so giddy we laughed like little school girls. "Wow this is so much cheaper here than at (insert store name here)" said the non scary scrapbooking lady behind me. We both put one in our carts and quickly left the area so we could get home and open it up and start creating. DH was lucky that I remembered to get him some ice cream. :)
When I got home, still very tired, but excited, I opened the box and then got scared. I couldn't believe that I bought it and was having a hard time justifying the purchase. I kept thinking about all the projects and things that I could make for the boys and how much it will save me when it comes to scrapbooking supplies. In the box it stayed for the night. Although I did call my Mom and tell her and she got excited to. I am making a scrapbook for her of the boys. That night I dreamed of die cuts. Oh the fun I could have. The fun my scrapin crew could have. In the morning I still had buyers remorse. I could buy 96 gallons of milk with the amount of money that I spent on it. You know me, the practical triplet Mom, who couldnt accept an $180 purse.
So I went to the shower, which was a lot of fun. The pregnant friend was happy so that makes me happy. I had a good time but at the end I was exhausted. She coudnt fit her travel system in her car because it was filled with presents and kinda bulky so I offered to bring it by but only after I went to Michael's crafts to buy some cartridges for my damn Cricut machine. There were half price and yesterday was the last day. I know, I know, I go from buyers remorse to buying more stuff to go with it! I am such a silly girl. I arrive at Michael's to find that all the cartridges are out of stock and I could get a rain check. Fine, great, whatever. Buyer's remorse creeps back in. On the drive to her house I figure that I might keep it but was really thinking about taking it back. Hung out for a while and then helped bring in the gifts and went home to some very cranky kids. After they went off to bed I got the Cricut out and put it together and started cutting, and cutting, and cutting, and playing with the features. Man I am addicted! Screw buyers remorse. I cant wait to get those cartridges from Michael's in next week! :)