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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.

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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.

Natalie Dee makes my day better, again.

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Posted 05 Oct 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category other people are awesome

(via Natalie Dee)

I’m exhausted.

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Posted 05 Oct 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category marriage, motherhood, not so much

I hate when I wish for entire weeks to be over, when it’s only Tuesday.

As I hinted in my last post – we got the bug over the weekend. Well, to be specific, I got it Saturday (along with the mom-& sister-in-laws). I thought it was a weird hangover caused by a mere 3 beers the night before. When I threw up at 3 in the afternoon, it just felt wrong. But I felt better. And then I felt worse. MUCH MUCH WORSE. The hubs kept Abbers away from me all night and slept in the living room so I could rest. I slept like crap, but felt better Sunday.

Monday morning, the hubs wakes up to find SURPRISE! He has it now. I have Mondays off, so I kept her in the living room and away from the sick room and she was happy as a clam. Teething like a mofo, but hyper and cute and cuddly as could be. We had an awesome day together. I chose to sleep on the couch as the hubs had, and put Abby down, only to have her wake up like, 6 times during the night. At 1:30, I brought her onto the couch with me where she slept on my chest for an hour before I brought her back to bed. It was so cozy, and I just figured she was in the clear, she’d survived without getting ill.

This morning, shortly after only finishing half of her bottle, she threw up. And I immediately felt like a failure.

I know it’s not my fault, and I know there’s not much I could have done to keep her from getting this, but I felt it anyway. The mother-in-law came over today to watch her, and sadly she was the one to get puked on. I then felt horrible that I couldn’t be home with my daughter when she was going to be at her sickest. Abby didn’t seem to mind to much, she was settled in nicely on her grandma’s lap with a book.

Then I tried to leave for work.

She whined and reached out for me.

I picked her up and tried my hardest not to cry. Especially in front of her, with her already being sick and upset. I teared up but kept myself together, gave her a gentle squeeze and she grabbed on harder, sensing I was going to try to hand her back to grandma. I let go, said “See you in a few hours, sweetpea!” walked out of the house and lost my shit. I cried the whole 2 blocks to the train.

I’m tired. I’ve eaten 3 pieces of toast, a bowl of soup, a bowl of cereal and a box of macaroni & cheese since Friday night. I don’t want my daughter to be sick. I want my husband to be back to 100%.

I want this week to be over.