Out of practice

So you can tell I am out of practice with this parenting thing.

Nick can get Jack to do almost anything with a little motivation. He using more options than he does discipline, but he uses discipline very appropriately (i.e. taking a toy away for not listening). He doesn't hesitate to give a consequence and for that, Jack listens better.

I, on the other hand, stink at the consequence thing. I can tell; when Nick is not around, I am the wishy-washy parent who has that second of hesitation to take something away; or I can't come up with choices or use humor appropriately to motivate. I am out of practice. And that guilt, that I'm not suppose to be experiencing but is really there anyway, well, that is keeping me from being the parent I should be. Because all I feel like doing is nuturing and loving and cuddling. This is the last bit of time it's just going to be the three of us, and being stuck in bed is not how I imagined spending those final days.

But is the way it worked out, and I need to figure out this parenting thing again; or else I am screwed.

Now, I am going back to watching this corny Miss Marple movie made in the 60s with the funny 60s music. Maybe I'll sew a lily pad or two this morning. Jack's birthday is only 11 days away. Holy Canoli.

I am...

P.O.O.P.E.D.

and haven't done much but take a shower.

Another Amendment

I'm only a whiny bitch midway through the day. If you want to interact with me, feel free to do it before 12pmish. ;)

Just to warn you...

I'm going to be the whiniest bitch for the next 5 weeks (at least). I feel uncomfortable and sick; laying down 24/7 only makes me think about every feeling in my body. So, I'm sorry ahead of time. Hopefully, if I make it off bedrest, I will be so ecstatic that the adrenaline from getting out of bed will make me ignore all signs of discomfort.

But feel free to stop talking to me for the next 5 weeks. I would if I could. :)

My good boys

So, Nick and I have different religious beliefs, but as Jack's father, he has every right to teach him what he believes in. I am not ready to go into detail about my beliefs because that will be confusing, and I think there will be a period in our children's lives when questioning their faith in a belief system will happen.

Anyway, every night Nick does bedtime, which lately is every night, the boys pray. Jack is learning about Jesus, who he is, how he exists... stuff like that. Tonight Jack prayed that God and Jesus stay here until Ellie gets here and then they can go to other babies to be with them.

I like that my son is thoughtful and loves his little sister even before he's met her. That's the moral of this story.

Happy Mother's Day

Nick told me he had something very special planned for me this morning:
Breakfast in Bed.

Happy Mother's Day!

Mother's Day plans

Nick told me that there has been nothing really planned for Mother's Day. I told him that was okay because I was home. Then I amended it and told him I would like a diet coke (a fountain one, of course) on Mother's Day. So I guess those are my two priorities.

Back Home, Day 2

I LOVE BEING HOME! I don't even mind bedrest as much as long as I get to do it in the comfort of my own house. Okay, I do wish I could just do stuff around the house a little bit, but I know I can't. I don't know if I have the patience in me to wait until Ellie arrives, however, if I don't then Ellie may arrive early. That would not be good. So I'll be as good as I can be and love and hug my boys a lot. :)

Doc told me on Thursday when he discharged me that he believes I actually might make it to 36 weeks, whereas he said three weeks ago, he wouldn't have. But I am getting in the mindset that she could come at any time. But by 9 weeks from now, she'll be here, shocking and awesome (although I'm scared of the pain again - complete respect for those who did it withouth drugs).

T minus 2 weeks until Jack's birthday. I have his presents. Just need to wrap them. What else? I have to get the gift bags ready and send out a few more invites. Order the cake. I've got to give props to my parents and Kelly for picking up supplies for me. Thanks, ya'll.

My appetite is getting back to normal. Woot! :) I guess that hospital stays really do affect the appetite. Do I use "affect" or "effect"? Shit I hate trying to remember the use of affect.

Going to prop my feet up. Bye for now.

Day 73 on Bedrest, Day 27 on Hospital Bedrest

Ultrasound today we'll see what it says.

I've been spending my time making plants for Jack's birthday, and last night I finished his invited - now to send them.

I have been spoiled with non-hospital food for a few days from my folks. :)

My friend Betsy sent me magazines and cookies. A perfect combo. My friend Heather stopped by for a visit with a diet coke. She knows me so well. :)

Being pregnant is expensive. I purchased 3 pair of shorts and 2 nursing bras and before a gift card, it was $60.

Got the vents and ducts cleaned in our 10 year old house clean. Supposedly they were not very dirty. It was costly, but hopefully unnecessary for another 10 years.

Working on getting new blinds for the house. This 10 year mark (while we have only been it for 8) seems like a time to update a few things. We were lucky enough not to have to buy new blinds when we moved in. Shout out to my friend Zack for helping with this process.

Got a new patio table (the other blew away in the wind) so I can sit my big butt outside when I hit 35, 36 weeks. :)

Realized that within the next 9 weeks, Ellie will be here. Crazy! While we need very few things, there are a few things we will need to buy - new bottle nipples, diapers, washclothes. Very very few things compared to last time.

In a little over 2 weeks, my little man will be 4. Crazy #2.

I'm not really humorous today. But maybe something will hit me later!

Here ya go, Ric'h

My friend Rich said he missed out on my blogs for the last few days. So this one is for him...

Tonight, Tori and Dean was on. I don't know why, but I like watching that show. It's like watching a spider being flushed down the toilet (Nick gave me that anaology). You can look away, but you should. SO Nick and I have been sitting on MSN Messenger chatting and every few minutes, I tell him things like "Dean didn't tell Tori about his accident - he is in so much trouble." "Tori is so pissed." I love their names for each other: He calls her "T", and she calls him "babe". So adorable. Yet, as much as things are against them... becuase of their Hollywood status plus the fact that they have this reality tv, I am routing for them to stay together. FOREVER!

I'll let you know how it goes.

Still continuing to work on Jack's birthday stuff. And I really wish to the spiritual entities around our universe that I would get to go home before this baby comes out... you know 4-5 would be pretty good. But I did get snuggles in bed today and hugs to Ellie.

I got nothing else. I'm done for the night. Hope that was enough for you, Rich. I did have #1 a couple a days ago and she really does seem like she has a stick up her ass. If that is her natural disposition, I feel sorry for her. Life's to short to have to find the perfect stick and then insert it, and then become miserable. Maybe I should anonymously leave her a box of suppositories so she can work on that stick.

Truly though, I don't know what her life is like, so all this is more amusement for my readers (well some of it), but I know that she brings my happy vibe down. And when you are stuck in a place already potentially on the verge of suckiness, that should not be the type of person who gets to walk in your room.

Ok, Ellie's kicking me. She's being gentle tonight. No cervix or rectum bashing or rib punching. My next ultrasound is on Thursday. Keep your fingers crossed for no shortening.