There is a message board on iVillage I used to frequent and the community leader posted some questions that I thought would be good for me to ponder and reflect on.
What were your top 5 accomplishments for 2005?
1. Housebreaking my Siberian Husky puppy.
2. Got married.
3. Moved 1,000 miles away from my family.
4. Got pregnant.
5. Found a job after being laid off for a month and a half.
How have you grown? It has definately been a growth experience relocating so far from a familiar life, to one that seems very foriegn to me. I am experiencing culture shock. Which is odd, because I spent two weeks in France eight years ago, and did not experience culture shock. One thing I am learning is how to deal with close minded people. I am growing by learning how to deal with more difficult personalities.
What makes you feel proud about yourself? Watching my two dogs, and knowing they are healthy and well behaved, because of the care I give them. Spending time in my house, in a good neighborhood, and being able to afford the payments. Being loved by my husband. Not gaining any weight during my first trimester. I have been able to get around any obstacle in my life to get to my goal (I have overcome a lot of adversity and proven negative statics about my upbringing wrong---according to statistics I should not have went college)...So here is to setting awesome goals in 2006 to make me a better person, wife, mother, daughter, and friend.
Friday, December 30, 2005
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Pregnancy
Heather brought up some good topics for me. I would have blogged yesterday, but we got home really late from a wedding. Yes, we went to a wedding on a Wednesday night.
Yesterday, we had a doctor appointment. My DH was able to come with. The doctor just made sure I didn't have swelling in my ankles. Everything must have been good, because the doctor didn't say anything negative or alert my attention to worry about it. That is one thing I really like about the practice I go to, the doctors don't get you worked up over something you don't need to worry about. They don't say you have 1 in a million chance...they believe if the odds are that good then why bring it up.
I was happy to know that I am at my prepregnancy weight. I lost some during the first trimester. Which I think is good because I was up to 190. I am back at 190, but I think the weight I gained back is due to being pregnant. My chest has gotten extremely large, so tops and bras don't fit right anymore. My belly has changed shape, so my pants really don't fit anymore. Target here I come.
We got to hear the baby's heartbeat yesterday. I was really happy DH came to my appt with me. I think it made it more real for him...as if he wasn't already excited. The doctor was really happy with the heartbeat. What he could hear of it was really strong. Everytime I took a deep breath in (which was a lot, because I have a stuffy nose), he would lose the heartbeat and have to find it again. DH thinks the baby likes snow, because the background noise sounds like a blizzard to him. I asked him if that is another sign we need to move back to Wisconsin. I got no answer.
My dogs have become really attached to me during my pregnancy. Dazie won't leave my side, and Miischka has gotten more affectionate. Huskies are pretty affectionate dogs, and I love that about the breed. I have to say there comes a point when I have had enough kisses. Also, I have noticed the further along I am the more Miischka wants to chew on my dirty underwear. She even digs it out of the hamper. UGH!
This is enough tonight. Note for next blog: Miischka's vet visit.
Yesterday, we had a doctor appointment. My DH was able to come with. The doctor just made sure I didn't have swelling in my ankles. Everything must have been good, because the doctor didn't say anything negative or alert my attention to worry about it. That is one thing I really like about the practice I go to, the doctors don't get you worked up over something you don't need to worry about. They don't say you have 1 in a million chance...they believe if the odds are that good then why bring it up.
I was happy to know that I am at my prepregnancy weight. I lost some during the first trimester. Which I think is good because I was up to 190. I am back at 190, but I think the weight I gained back is due to being pregnant. My chest has gotten extremely large, so tops and bras don't fit right anymore. My belly has changed shape, so my pants really don't fit anymore. Target here I come.
We got to hear the baby's heartbeat yesterday. I was really happy DH came to my appt with me. I think it made it more real for him...as if he wasn't already excited. The doctor was really happy with the heartbeat. What he could hear of it was really strong. Everytime I took a deep breath in (which was a lot, because I have a stuffy nose), he would lose the heartbeat and have to find it again. DH thinks the baby likes snow, because the background noise sounds like a blizzard to him. I asked him if that is another sign we need to move back to Wisconsin. I got no answer.
My dogs have become really attached to me during my pregnancy. Dazie won't leave my side, and Miischka has gotten more affectionate. Huskies are pretty affectionate dogs, and I love that about the breed. I have to say there comes a point when I have had enough kisses. Also, I have noticed the further along I am the more Miischka wants to chew on my dirty underwear. She even digs it out of the hamper. UGH!
This is enough tonight. Note for next blog: Miischka's vet visit.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Topics
Does anybody have any suggestions about what I should write about? Last night, I couldn't sleep, because I kept thinking about things to blog about. Guess what!?!?!? I can't think of a darn thing to write about now. I could have written my ideas down, but that would involve turning on a light, letting my eyes adjust, finding paper and a writing utensil, and then trying to fall back asleep. Mind you this is well after midnight, and I have to wake up in a few short hours.
Monday, December 26, 2005
Potty Training
Sorry, I am such a lacky about writing in my blog. I really don't have a good excuse. I have never been good at journalling. I think about it all the time, but never get around to it.
Anyway, we got our puppy, Miischka, in October. With in 48 hours of having her, we find out she has a bladder control problem and worms. We get the worms taken care of and we think we have the bladder control problem taken care of...well sort of. At first the vet thought she had a bladder infection. The meds he put her on helped some what. At this point I understood that, she didn't have the concept of going potty outside. But, the poor pup was urinating on herself in her sleep. You could tell that she didn't have any notice that she had to go. She wouldn't sniff around to find a place, she would just go, and sometimes she wouldn't even squat. Anyway, DH sees another vet in the same practice. And he believes she has an incontinence problem, that she will probably have until her first cycle. So, she is on a steroid for that. It is really not helping anymore.
My In-Laws were here for Christmas. My MIL noticed that she was drinking a lot of water. Which lead her to believe the puppy may have diabetes and that is why she is urinating on herself in her sleep. Not only that, but we discovered this week end that the poor thing has some sores on her belly from urinating on herself.
I am really impressed, despite the health issues we have been having, with how far along she has come in potty training. After about a month, somehow she would tell our adult dog, Dazie, that she had to go potty, and Dazie would come tell us that they needed to go out. She does this by putting a paw or two in our lap to get our attention. Then, if you say "potty" to her she will go sit by the back door. I would let them out and watch. Dazie would stay on the deck and Miischka would go out in the yard to do what she needed to do. Within the past week Miischka has been telling us on her own that she has to go. I am so proud. And not only has she mastered letting us know she has to go out while she is awake, she learned "Sit" also. If you know anything about Siberian Huskies, they are hard to train. It is not because they are not intelligent, but they are extremely stubborn.
Well, I better get to bed. I need to call the vet tomorrow, since they were closed today. I really need to get Miischka tested for diabetes and to see how bad her sores on her belly are. I hope what ever she has it is treatable.
Anyway, we got our puppy, Miischka, in October. With in 48 hours of having her, we find out she has a bladder control problem and worms. We get the worms taken care of and we think we have the bladder control problem taken care of...well sort of. At first the vet thought she had a bladder infection. The meds he put her on helped some what. At this point I understood that, she didn't have the concept of going potty outside. But, the poor pup was urinating on herself in her sleep. You could tell that she didn't have any notice that she had to go. She wouldn't sniff around to find a place, she would just go, and sometimes she wouldn't even squat. Anyway, DH sees another vet in the same practice. And he believes she has an incontinence problem, that she will probably have until her first cycle. So, she is on a steroid for that. It is really not helping anymore.
My In-Laws were here for Christmas. My MIL noticed that she was drinking a lot of water. Which lead her to believe the puppy may have diabetes and that is why she is urinating on herself in her sleep. Not only that, but we discovered this week end that the poor thing has some sores on her belly from urinating on herself.
I am really impressed, despite the health issues we have been having, with how far along she has come in potty training. After about a month, somehow she would tell our adult dog, Dazie, that she had to go potty, and Dazie would come tell us that they needed to go out. She does this by putting a paw or two in our lap to get our attention. Then, if you say "potty" to her she will go sit by the back door. I would let them out and watch. Dazie would stay on the deck and Miischka would go out in the yard to do what she needed to do. Within the past week Miischka has been telling us on her own that she has to go. I am so proud. And not only has she mastered letting us know she has to go out while she is awake, she learned "Sit" also. If you know anything about Siberian Huskies, they are hard to train. It is not because they are not intelligent, but they are extremely stubborn.
Well, I better get to bed. I need to call the vet tomorrow, since they were closed today. I really need to get Miischka tested for diabetes and to see how bad her sores on her belly are. I hope what ever she has it is treatable.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Where is the joy?
I am so tired. Today, I woke up with a head ache that refuses to go away. DH and I are trying frantically to deep clean the house, as my in-laws are coming here for Christmas. I just don't think my DH understands how pregnancy can take a toll on a person. Especially, one who is not in the best physical shape. Anyway, with the head ache and tiredness I already pocess, he expects me to do the work that requires the most bending. Several times I feel like I am going to faint. I try to explain this to him, and he tells me to take my time and do what I can when I can. OK that is acceptable. Then, the next minute he is acting like I am not cleaning fast enough for him. Is it not enough that I am working 50+ hours a week and he is working 40? Does he care that he would have to work 64 hours a week to make what I do? I am on salary. I try to tell him that my body is warning me that I am doing too much, and that it would not be good for the baby if I faint...but I get no response. So, either he is ignoring me or he doesn't want to admit he is wrong to any degree.
This is the second major thing he has done to get under my skin since Thursday. Thursday, hmmmm...oh what a day. So, we have a terrible ice storm. He decided not to go into work. Fine, because he would have wasted gas going, because the plant didn't have power. He decides to take me to work...to make sure I get there safely. Wow, this guy is really nice and cares. Anyway, after an hour at work the power goes out there, too. We wait for about an hour-hour and a half before getting the go ahead to go home. So, I call him. He picks me up and then complains that he is spending his day off "driving Miss Daisy." I have already been at a place I despise, wasted 2 and a half hours of my day to get that??? We get home to find out, that we also have no power. Which, is somehow my fault btw.
My neighbor works at a local hotel. They had a room left, so she called me to see if we would like it. DH said no, b/c we can't afford it. The hotel room would have cost at most $50. He ended up going out and borrowing a kerosene heater, and buying over $100 of supplies so we could survive until the predicted Tuesday. Tuesday, is when they predict the entire area will be up and completely running with electricty. After he gets us to where we can survive, he is then concerned about how the kerosene will affect the baby. What was wrong with the hotel? There would be no fumes to worry about, and they have wi-fi.
This is the second major thing he has done to get under my skin since Thursday. Thursday, hmmmm...oh what a day. So, we have a terrible ice storm. He decided not to go into work. Fine, because he would have wasted gas going, because the plant didn't have power. He decides to take me to work...to make sure I get there safely. Wow, this guy is really nice and cares. Anyway, after an hour at work the power goes out there, too. We wait for about an hour-hour and a half before getting the go ahead to go home. So, I call him. He picks me up and then complains that he is spending his day off "driving Miss Daisy." I have already been at a place I despise, wasted 2 and a half hours of my day to get that??? We get home to find out, that we also have no power. Which, is somehow my fault btw.
My neighbor works at a local hotel. They had a room left, so she called me to see if we would like it. DH said no, b/c we can't afford it. The hotel room would have cost at most $50. He ended up going out and borrowing a kerosene heater, and buying over $100 of supplies so we could survive until the predicted Tuesday. Tuesday, is when they predict the entire area will be up and completely running with electricty. After he gets us to where we can survive, he is then concerned about how the kerosene will affect the baby. What was wrong with the hotel? There would be no fumes to worry about, and they have wi-fi.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Tiredness
First I should warn any readers: I like to make up words. If there is ever something you don't understand, just ask. I honestly think that everybody should live in my world. It is peaceful there.
So, I am extremely tired. I can't even make it through and 8 hour work day. I even come home at lunch to take a "rest'. This peanut size baby in my stomach is really taking a toll on my. My friend told me, "Yeah, you'll be tired during the first trimester, energetic during the second, tired again the third, and you will never get to sleep the year after that." That isn't very encouraging to me. I love to sleep. I hate waking up. <>
Tonight, I called my brother. About a month ago he got into some serious trouble. It started with four charges, and last I knew it was up to eight. I found it very neccessary to talk some sense into the lad. I am not really sure if it will work, but I know he respects me more than he respects my mom. My mom also lets him get away with not telling her what is going on. I don't. I make him confess his secrets to me, but at the same time he feels comfortable doing so. I told him the possibilities for his punishment which he won't find out until next month. He will turn 16 at the end of the month. I think they can suspend his license until he is 18. Make it so that he can't leave the state, and possibly the county.
I told him to make sure when he talks to the lawyer that he asks for professional help (counselling). He is going through some things in his life, that I know he is having a hard time dealing with. His parents have been divorced since he was 4, because his dad is an alcoholic. Basically, is dad's alcoholism is the root of some of the issues. Since his dad got evicted from his apt, my brother has been acting out. I believe that if he gets professional help, he will get better.
My mom isn't a bad mother, she just has a horrible work schedule. Her boss isn't willing to work with her. I know she gets frustrated because my brother's dad likes to play games. He likes to try to turn my brother against my mom. My step grandparents talked to my bro about the situation, and he is finally realizing it is a game. My step grandparents are very supportive of my mom. At least there is some promise in the situation.
On to another subject. My DH is playing Madden 2006. He has created a player that is suposed to be "our son". Apparently, the kid is a real good running back. DH is having him run zig zag (from one side to the other) to the end zone for the TD. Which spawns the following conversation:
Me: What are you doing?
Him: That is our son. (Long pause) He is that good. (Antoher long pause) You gave birth to him.
I think he is on something or way to over excited to become a father. I still love him though.
Good night all. I am tired, and can barely type.
So, I am extremely tired. I can't even make it through and 8 hour work day. I even come home at lunch to take a "rest'. This peanut size baby in my stomach is really taking a toll on my. My friend told me, "Yeah, you'll be tired during the first trimester, energetic during the second, tired again the third, and you will never get to sleep the year after that." That isn't very encouraging to me. I love to sleep. I hate waking up. <
Tonight, I called my brother. About a month ago he got into some serious trouble. It started with four charges, and last I knew it was up to eight. I found it very neccessary to talk some sense into the lad. I am not really sure if it will work, but I know he respects me more than he respects my mom. My mom also lets him get away with not telling her what is going on. I don't. I make him confess his secrets to me, but at the same time he feels comfortable doing so. I told him the possibilities for his punishment which he won't find out until next month. He will turn 16 at the end of the month. I think they can suspend his license until he is 18. Make it so that he can't leave the state, and possibly the county.
I told him to make sure when he talks to the lawyer that he asks for professional help (counselling). He is going through some things in his life, that I know he is having a hard time dealing with. His parents have been divorced since he was 4, because his dad is an alcoholic. Basically, is dad's alcoholism is the root of some of the issues. Since his dad got evicted from his apt, my brother has been acting out. I believe that if he gets professional help, he will get better.
My mom isn't a bad mother, she just has a horrible work schedule. Her boss isn't willing to work with her. I know she gets frustrated because my brother's dad likes to play games. He likes to try to turn my brother against my mom. My step grandparents talked to my bro about the situation, and he is finally realizing it is a game. My step grandparents are very supportive of my mom. At least there is some promise in the situation.
On to another subject. My DH is playing Madden 2006. He has created a player that is suposed to be "our son". Apparently, the kid is a real good running back. DH is having him run zig zag (from one side to the other) to the end zone for the TD. Which spawns the following conversation:
Me: What are you doing?
Him: That is our son. (Long pause) He is that good. (Antoher long pause) You gave birth to him.
I think he is on something or way to over excited to become a father. I still love him though.
Good night all. I am tired, and can barely type.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
My puppies
Thanks fastbackstang for telling me about Mr. Nice Guy's blog. It is hilarious. There were a couple of times I woke the dogs up laughing.
I think there may be some randomness in this entry.
I have two dogs. Dazie is a two year old Husky/Border Collie Mix. We have had her since she was 8 weeks old. Anyway, I think the poor dog is going through sympathy pangs. I am at the stage in my pregnancy where I am tired all the time. Dazie is normally energetic, and will drag us out of bed for a walk or a hike. Anyway, the past four mornings we have had to coax Dazie out of bed.
My other dog is a pure-bred siberian husky puppy we call Miischka. She is a little turd. There is not much more to say about her. She is going through the typical puppy stuff. Teething, potty training, and learning the rules. Dazie has been good about teaching her some of the rules, but I think Dazie secretly relishes in the fact that Miischka gets in trouble.
I think that is it for tonight. I am more tired than I thought. Now, I am going to go have to fight for my space in bed. When I put Miischka in her crate (which is in the bedroom) DH was laying in the middle of our bed. He was all sprawled out. If I can't get him onto his side of the bed, I will have to sleep on the couch.
Good night all!
I think there may be some randomness in this entry.
I have two dogs. Dazie is a two year old Husky/Border Collie Mix. We have had her since she was 8 weeks old. Anyway, I think the poor dog is going through sympathy pangs. I am at the stage in my pregnancy where I am tired all the time. Dazie is normally energetic, and will drag us out of bed for a walk or a hike. Anyway, the past four mornings we have had to coax Dazie out of bed.
My other dog is a pure-bred siberian husky puppy we call Miischka. She is a little turd. There is not much more to say about her. She is going through the typical puppy stuff. Teething, potty training, and learning the rules. Dazie has been good about teaching her some of the rules, but I think Dazie secretly relishes in the fact that Miischka gets in trouble.
I think that is it for tonight. I am more tired than I thought. Now, I am going to go have to fight for my space in bed. When I put Miischka in her crate (which is in the bedroom) DH was laying in the middle of our bed. He was all sprawled out. If I can't get him onto his side of the bed, I will have to sleep on the couch.
Good night all!
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Blog
What an interesting title for a blog entry. Anyway, I know I posted a few minutes ago, but something happened. I do feel like I need to write about this. So, I posted my previous entry, and double checked to make sure I actually posted it. Then, I was curious to what I wrote before. I read my previous entries. I thought they would be interesting to my DH.
DH happens to take a break from his video game at the exact time I think that. Mind you my DH is pretty computer savy. I say, "Would you like to read my blog?"
His response, "Gross, I don't think we are at the point in our relationship where I should be looking at your blog." This coming from the man who is still upset that he missed my first ultra sound.
My only appropriate response is, "Do you even know what a blog is?"
He says, "The thingy at the back of your throat...your g-spot." Now, I am glaring at him and he says, "Don't you think I'm funny?" Really, I am beginning to think he is on crack or something.
DH happens to take a break from his video game at the exact time I think that. Mind you my DH is pretty computer savy. I say, "Would you like to read my blog?"
His response, "Gross, I don't think we are at the point in our relationship where I should be looking at your blog." This coming from the man who is still upset that he missed my first ultra sound.
My only appropriate response is, "Do you even know what a blog is?"
He says, "The thingy at the back of your throat...your g-spot." Now, I am glaring at him and he says, "Don't you think I'm funny?" Really, I am beginning to think he is on crack or something.
Tape
OK, so this is something that has happened in the recent past. I wanted to blog about it that night, but I was too tired. Excuses, excuses, excuses. This story seems to be the story of my life.
I am constantly misplacing stuff. I could probably misplace less stuff if I was a better house keeper, but that is not who I am. Being that we live 1,000 miles from my family I have to ship their Christmas presents to them. My process was wrap all the presents that went to each address I needed to ship stuff to, put it in a box, fill with packing peanuts, tape box shut, and address the box. I had first completed my best friend and her daughter's package, but after I tore the house apart finding the packing tape. I went to start on my mom and brother's presents to find I have misplaced the skotch tape. How come it is that I can find one thing, and then immediately lose another? My patience were gone, so I just got a new roll of tape and continued, making sure that the packing tape and skotch tape were easy to get at all times.
The next morning I wake up, go into the living room, and laying on the floor is the original roll of skotch tape (the one I lost the night before). It was in such an obvious place. I had to be delirous not to see it if it had been there the whole time. My theory is going to be that one of the dogs walked off with it. There is no other logical explanation to me.
I am constantly misplacing stuff. I could probably misplace less stuff if I was a better house keeper, but that is not who I am. Being that we live 1,000 miles from my family I have to ship their Christmas presents to them. My process was wrap all the presents that went to each address I needed to ship stuff to, put it in a box, fill with packing peanuts, tape box shut, and address the box. I had first completed my best friend and her daughter's package, but after I tore the house apart finding the packing tape. I went to start on my mom and brother's presents to find I have misplaced the skotch tape. How come it is that I can find one thing, and then immediately lose another? My patience were gone, so I just got a new roll of tape and continued, making sure that the packing tape and skotch tape were easy to get at all times.
The next morning I wake up, go into the living room, and laying on the floor is the original roll of skotch tape (the one I lost the night before). It was in such an obvious place. I had to be delirous not to see it if it had been there the whole time. My theory is going to be that one of the dogs walked off with it. There is no other logical explanation to me.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Random thoughts
I am currently 9 weeks and 5 days pregnant. I have had a blah day, so I am drinking milk out of a daquiri glass. Well, I sure as well can't drink a daquiri out of the daquiri glass. I feel bad leaving it get dusty in the cabinet indefinately. Afterall, this used to be my favorite glass.
I am watching the Biggest Loser, which my husband recorded for me. I am so emotional. I have watched the entire season. I can relate to women on the show. I hopefully can shed some of the fat I have gained since moving to South Carolina. After realizing how well our puppies sleep at night when we go for a walk after walk...my DH is willing to walk with me every night...err most nights.
As for being pregnant, I had my first doctor appointment yesterday. After the routine stuff of checking my weight, blood pressure, etc. I had to get blood taken about three weeks ago to make sure that I am healthy (i.e. no diabetes, high chloresteral, hepatitis B, etc). All the tests came back negative, which I assumed, because I had the tests done before I moved to SC at my last physical. The doctor was great. First we met in his office and talked about what to expect. Then, I had my exam and an ultra sound. The ultra sound was so emotional. I got to see the baby's head, arm, and legs. Then, I had to go back to work and act normal. My due date is now my wedding anniversary. How ironic is that?
Well, I should probably get something accomplished around the house.
I am watching the Biggest Loser, which my husband recorded for me. I am so emotional. I have watched the entire season. I can relate to women on the show. I hopefully can shed some of the fat I have gained since moving to South Carolina. After realizing how well our puppies sleep at night when we go for a walk after walk...my DH is willing to walk with me every night...err most nights.
As for being pregnant, I had my first doctor appointment yesterday. After the routine stuff of checking my weight, blood pressure, etc. I had to get blood taken about three weeks ago to make sure that I am healthy (i.e. no diabetes, high chloresteral, hepatitis B, etc). All the tests came back negative, which I assumed, because I had the tests done before I moved to SC at my last physical. The doctor was great. First we met in his office and talked about what to expect. Then, I had my exam and an ultra sound. The ultra sound was so emotional. I got to see the baby's head, arm, and legs. Then, I had to go back to work and act normal. My due date is now my wedding anniversary. How ironic is that?
Well, I should probably get something accomplished around the house.
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