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One year.

Posted 27 Oct 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, motherhood, paparazzi

I simply cannot accept the fact that an entire year has gone by. It seems like just yesterday my bed-ridden ass was firmly planted on the couch, pelvis about to split in two, stranded in a sea of bottled water and low-fat foods (thanks gallbladder!). And then, it only seems a few months ago we were sleeping in shifts with your bassinet making the round trip from the living room to our bedroom.

Today is a day of mixed emotions. I am both happy and sad that you’re one year old. I am thankful I don’t have to deal with the days of feeling like I might break you, or when you’d cry and I’d have absolutely no clue what to do to soothe you. But I also miss when you were just so tiny that you’d fit on my chest like a little teddy bear, fast asleep and cooing softly. Now, you’re like an animal struggling to get comfy while you take up my entire torso AND shoulder. (But I love that too.) You’re just such a little lady now. In only one year.

To date, you can say (in your own way): ball, baby, quack, hot, hi, bye-bye, belly button, doggie, woof-woof and of course, mama and dada. You sniff when you see flowers…anywhere. On TV, in a book, on my shirt; you wrinkle your nose and sniff. It might be the cutest thing ever. You also (even though you acted as if you had no interest in learning how) blew your dada a kiss on Monday without being prompted. You aren’t walking yet, but I would guess that by Christmas you’ll be on your feet.

You are, without a doubt, the most important thing in our lives. We love you more than even we understand. This has been one of the most educational, emotionally trying, beautiful and completely awesome years of my life. I can only expect to say that again and again for the years to come.

To think, my idea of having a baby was initially sparked by my nerdy curiosity – what would happen to me if I became pregnant?

And a year later, I can answer with this:

I will not make her room a pink nightmare…

Posted 20 Oct 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, house stuffs, RAD, retail therapy

…but DAMMIT. I want ALL OF THIS FOR HER.

The new Zinnia collection from Dwell Studio. Is it not presh? I love all of it.

It’s coming…

Posted 19 Oct 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, RAD

Careful, now.

Posted 13 Oct 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, marriage, motherhood, The Hubs

Let me start this post by saying this:

I’m about to talk about stuff that people such as co-workers, men in general and my family probably don’t want to read. So, if you’re any of these people, kindly exit stage right. I’ll wait patiently with my Minnesota Twins Homer Hanky on my head. And a mustache.

Alright, if you’re still here and you’re one of those people, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Yesterday, I had a visit with John the Midwife. Don’t get ahead of yourself, I’m not pregnant like the rest of the blogosphere seems to be. However, the time had come. The IUD had to come out.

AGAIN – let me reiterate – I DON’T WANT TO GET PREGNANT.

Although Mirena is supposed to do a plethora of wonderful things, the only positive I’ve had from it is not getting pregnant. (cheers and applause) The 2 weeks of bleeding a month, random cramping and possible emotional side effects? It’s been 10 months. I’ve had enough.

Honestly, I’m really bummed this didn’t work out. Not getting pregnant and never having to think about it? AWESOME. Like, TOTALLY AWESOME. The side effects were just outweighing the positive.  But then the question arose – what do I do now?!

After a good long talk with the hubs, and then with John the Midwife…I came to a conclusion. I’m back to NFP/charting/temping/TTA and ::ehem:: other barriers.

I did this for a full year before we tried to have a baby, and it worked quite well. More importantly, I was hormone free and felt really good. Granted, now that I know what pregnancy and childbirth are like, I am deathly afraid of becoming pregnant again, which is making me doubt this method…but I think it’ll be okay. I’m about to renew my subscription to a certain website, and already feel better. My brain feels clearer. Who knows, maybe this will help me with my anxiety? Only time will tell.

So, here’s to not getting knocked up, eh?

Abby’s party will not be perfect.

Posted 09 Oct 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, motherhood

To say that I have a lot going on right now would be an understatement. Basement & bathroom remodel, the hubs belated birthday celebration, stomach flu recovery, planning & prepping for out of town guests, working 32 hours a week….all culminating with Abby’s birthday.

Oh…that’s right. I have a birthday party to plan.

Lately, amongst other things, extravagant first birthday parties are all the rage. Specifically in the (deep breath) mommy blogger sect. Everything coordinated, fancy favor bags, personalized water bottles, expensive cakes, decorations up the wazooo…the list goes on and on.

So, of course…I got caught up in it. Started scouring Etsy for the perfect handmade “Happy Birthday” banner. Brainstormed theme ideas.  Ordered invitations from Tiny Prints. Imagined our dining table transformed into a favor/cake altar worthy of gracing the pages of Martha Stewart magazine.

Then life happened.

This week I entered a panic mode because not only have I not invited anyone save a few family members…I haven’t planned anything. ANYTHING.

Tonight, I decided that’s okay. Tonight I decided – that’s just not us. This is hardly going to be a party full of kids. We just don’t know that many people with children. And as much as I think a photo collage of a thousand dollar birthday party would look awesome in my blog…that’s just not how we are.

We WILL have  a beautiful party. There’ll be balloons, food, a cake and a bunch of people who love Abby. (I’m sure there’ll be a few gifts too.) She’ll probably freak the eff out because WHO ARE ALL THESE PEOPLE AND WHY IS IT SO LOUD AND PRESENTS AND SUGAR AND SENSORY OVERLOAD.

So that’s that. When she’s older and wants a freaking princess birthday party, a princess party she will have. Until then, we’ll keep it simple.

*The obvious disclaimer: Big fancy parties are cool. In fact, some of my friends have thrown them. I’m not hatin’. They’re just not for us.