Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Friday, February 21, 2014

It's Like the Spinny Wheel

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My brain. That's what I meant. My brain is like the spinny wheel on the computer when the computer has just had it and doesn't want to work or make a decision or do anything.

This house is the cause of my brain spinny wheel. We've been trying to make a decision about staying or moving. We should have made this decision years ago, but here we are. We've come up with three basic choices:

1. Renovate the crap out of the house just the way we want it and plan to live here 8-10 more years.

2. Fix up some things but no major work and live here another 4-5 years.

3. Fix up only the necessary and live here only another 1-2 years tops.

As of tonight (this may change tomorrow), we've decided it makes the most financial sense to go with option 2. We should, however, focus on fixing the necessary things first so that if the right house in the right neighborhood at the right price comes along, we could theoretically put this one on the market quickly.

I've been churning these ideas in my head for weeks. It feels good to have some sort of plan. Plus I can't stop thinking about the garden!



Sunday, January 19, 2014

Booksies

In the interest of tradition, I'd like to share which books I managed to finish in the calendar year 2013. It's a bit pathetic. I'm a bit embarrassed. You may judge me. I'm ok with that.

The Jane Austen Guide to Life by Lori Smith*
Full Body Burden by Kristen Iversen**
Guts by Kristen Johnston
Cold Mountain by Charles Frazier
Thrive: Finding Happiness the Blue Zones Way by Dan Buettner
Paris in Love by Eloisa James
The Golden Compass, The Subtle Knife and The Amber Spyglass by Philip Pullman

There isn't much there. I don't think I even finished a single magazine in 2013. I've been reading too many blogs and watching more TV (via Netflix). Hmm...maybe I should do something about that.

This year I hope to read Three Cups of TeaWickedThe House of the Spirits and Ender's Game

What else should be on my list? Have you read any great books lately that won't hurt my brain?


*I hated this book. 
**I loved this book, probably because I was completely unaware of such happenings.




Friday, January 3, 2014

Blog Diggity

Another year of blogging has passed by. What did I share in year two?

Books read in 2012.
A new series that I couldn't keep up with.
Some crafts
A few minor house fixes.
An enormous amount of gardening and yardwork.
Front door update.
Play structure.
Porch light update.

What's up for the coming year? I really don't know. I'll offer as much as I can handle, I just can't promise what that looks like. I do have some hopes...you could even mistake them for goals. I'll be careful not to.




Sunday, December 15, 2013

What I Didn't Expect When I Was Expecting

Warning: This is a mommy post. If you aren't into birth stories and such, you may want to skip on by. I suppose I'm feeling reflective considering that the kid's birthday is soon, and I'm still kind of not over it.

I didn't expect a c-section.
I had a textbook pregnancy. I had lots of nausea from week 5 until week 14. I gained 37lbs. I got hemorrhoids somewhere around week 32. I looked pretty good until week 35, when I got all puffy and my Dansko's became tight.

I had a textbook first labor as well. I'd been having contractions on and off for the whole week before the kid was born. On a Saturday in late December, I was on my daily walk/hike up Mt. Tabor when I had a different kind of contraction. I continued having those I-gotta-poop contractions for another 5 hours before I realized that I was in labor. I honestly just thought I was sick.

So I packed a bag, had some dinner and got out the yoga ball. Things were going well until Nate became uncomfortable with the amount of pain I was in and suggested we make our way to the hospital. We went, it was confirmed that I was indeed in labor and I was given a room where I continued to labor throughout the night while Nate snoozed on the couch.

The next morning, after being in labor for 20 hours, I broke down and got an epidural probably incorrectly believing it would relieve me enough to rest up for the final push. I drifted in and out of full-awareness while contractions continued. Finally, six hours later I was fully dilated and ready to push. Two hours after that I was wheeled into surgery for an emergency c-section. All that work for 28 hours just to be slashed open. It totally sucked. I cried the whole time.

My baby girl was born, poked and prodded several times with an IV and then whisked away to the nursery to be monitored without a single touch from the human she was just ripped from. That sucked, too. But it was only temporary, because three hours later we were reunited and most everything was fine.

I didn't expect it to be all boob all the time.
I expected that breastfeeding would be weird and possibly horrendously painful. I expected to breastfeed exclusively for many weeks in order to avoid nipple confusion. I expected that pumping and freezing milk would eventually become normal. I did not expect my baby to refuse a bottle. We tried many times, though I suspect we waited too long with the introduction. So, yeah. I couldn't go very far for very long for two years. We made it work, and it was only temporary

I didn't expect sleep deprivation.
For our family, this has been the biggest challenge. I expected to be tired. I expected difficult nights. I expected an early riser. I also expected that the kid would begin to sleep through the night sometime within her first year. Unfortunately, some kids just do not sleep well and she is one of them.

Her poor sleep and my insomnia were best friends and they hated me. For nearly three years I slept only 4-5 broken hours of sleep each night. Three hours in a row was a luxury. If I add up the lost sleep, it works out that I lost two 7-hour nights of sleep per week for almost three years. That's 300 nights of sleep that I can never get back. Her sleep pattern is now much more manageable, though I wouldn't call it predictable. I try to remind myself that it's only temporary.

I didn't expect to be so happy.
Our daughter was completely planned. All those months of wishing I was pregnant when I wasn't don't matter anymore, because there was only one single chance for this particular child to show up. She is absolutely who I wanted to add to our family. She is funny, kind, sincere, loving, interesting and completely wonderful. And thank goodness she isn't temporary.