Question of the Week: What are Your New Year’s Resolutions?

I don’t make New Year’s Resolutions as of a few years ago. I realized that whenever I make a resolution to DO something… it never ends up getting done.

I know that’s a super lame answer and that I should elaborate a little more, but I wanted to keep up on the Question of the Week posts from the Multiples…And More! Blogsite … it’s been a resolution of mine as of a few weeks ago.

HEY! ……… WAIT A MINUTE!!!! I guess I DO make resolutions.

I resolve to keep posting on my blog at the very least once a week, even after Snowdrop arrives and I have less time to do it. So there. A Resolution for 2010.

I realize this won’t really be a HUGE problem until the hospital kicks us out and we need to choose a name so we can leave… but she still has no name. And I’m being induced tomorrow morning.

ARGH.

I’m getting nervous.

Wednesday (today is Monday) we’re scheduled to arrive at the hospital at 7:30am to begin the induction. I’m so nervous. Am I making the right decision? I trust my doctor, completely, when she says that she feels comfortable inducing any time after 39 weeks. I’ll only be exactly 40 weeks (well, 40 based on the ultrasound, 39w5d based on my LMP). I trust that Snowdrop is ready to come out and that we haven’t flaked on the due date by a month. I’m worried that getting the Pitocin will be so painful that I’ll have to get the epidural. Last labor, I got the Pitocin and the epidural and hardly remember a thing after that point. My brain/consciousness doesn’t mix well with painkillers. And after I got the P/E, my labor essentially stopped progressing and Juniper freaked out and I had to get a c-section. But I’ve read so much from other women who weren’t progressing, got the epidural, and went from 5cm to 10 cm in two hours! What will happen this time around? I do not know. I hope I get a little Pitocin, dilate to a 10, and am able to push Snowdrop out instead of getting a c-section.

Am I doing the right thing? :/

I got a fortune in a fortune cookie the other night that read “Lucky you make this choice. Everything comes out for the best”. So… that’s a good sign, right? Slightly reaffirming, I suppose.

Hubby was letting me sleep in this morning but when I woke up to use the bathroom…. well. I was WIDE AWAKE!!! It’s SNOWING HERE!!!!!!!!! I’m so excited!!! Big puffy flakes… well, it’s died down a little since I woke up – but we’ve got at least an inch going, and for the Little City that’s a good amount!!

It just makes me really happy to have the snow. Other than for Snowdrop to be here… that’s all I really wanted this Winter. SNOW!!!!!!

So, of course, I’m heading out to the Mall at noon (it doesn’t open until then). I went yesterday to return pants for Hubby but I brought the wrong receipt – dummy me!! So the plan was to go back today. Now that I know NO ONE will be at the Mall today because of the snow, I’m SO going back. Haha. Whoohoo!!!!!!!!!

IT’S SNOWING!!IT’S SNOWING!!IT’S SNOWING!!IT’S SNOWING!!IT’S SNOWING!!IT’S SNOWING!!IT’S SNOWING!!IT’S SNOWING!!IT’S SNOWING!!IT’S SNOWING!!IT’S SNOWING!!IT’S SNOWING!!IT’S SNOWING!!IT’S SNOWING!!IT’S SNOWING!!IT’S SNOWING!!IT’S SNOWING!!IT’S SNOWING!!IT’S SNOWING!!IT’S SNOWING!!

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Just wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas, a Happy Holiday, or whatever it is you are celebrating today and this season.

It’s snowed here today so I got exactly what I wanted…. other than still being pregnant, of course!!

I went to my doctor yesterday for my 39 week appointment. First of all, I can’t believe it’s been 39 weeks… I can’t believe I’ve made it THIS FAR… It’s so awesome and strange at the same time!

Everything was normal as usual. Good heartbeat, measuring fine, no real complaints from anyone. WELL… other than the fact that I weigh 152 pounds. I believe it’s a combination of a couple things: the large pasta lunch I ate prior to my appointment, the $2.50 gallon of Chocolate Edy’s Ice Cream calling out to me at Target this weekend, and being on the receiving end of many gifts of Christmas Cookies. It’s my fault, I should not have eaten all those cookies… and I probably should have refrained from all the delicious food we’ve been eating this week as well.

I’d say that I’ll stop eating cookies until the baby is born… but we all know that would be a lie. In fact, I intend to do as I please (but not go overboard) until next Wednesday. My doctor said that anytime after 39 weeks, she feels comfortable inducing and that if I wanted to go ahead and schedule one we could do that! I left the appointment and ran some errands and within an hour had decided that yes, I wanted to schedule an appointment! I’m really ready to have this baby and I’m confident that the baby is mature enough to be born. After having twins at 35w5d with very, very, very minimal health issues… I do feel that Snowdrop is ready. So after discussion with Hubby and my In-Laws on the best time for them to watch Junie & Mags… we decided December 30th, next Wednesday, is the day! It’s my original due date (based on the ultrasound; based on LMP it’s Jan 1st but I’m super irregular so that could be wrong anyways…).

I can’t believe I’m being induced!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m SUPER nervous about it. I really hope it all goes well, smoothly, and that I’m able to have a VBAC afterall. I’m nervous that I’ll tear and ruin myself… but I’m more nervous to have another c-section. It wasn’t the worst experience in my life – but I REALLY don’t want to do it again. It was truly more the drugs than anything else associated with it. The morphine, the epidural, the after-surgery drugs… just not my thing and I really hated the way it made me feel. I really hated the way I felt on them… I can hardly remember anything that happened after I got the epidural… and the morphine? Yikes. Never again – fingers crossed, of course! It was just really scary to me. Drugs are scary.

[Yeah, I know I've written plenty about my past (and likely future) experiences with marijuana... and I know plenty of people would care to disagree with my views on it... but marijuana is completely different than morphine, etc. Marijuana isn't any more of a drug than alcohol or tobacco. Morphine and all those after-surgery drugs I had to have, however, are scary. Ah, another post for another day.]

ANYWAYS…. I’m super nervous about the VBAC but I’m SUPER EXCITED about bringing Snowdrop home. It will be exhausting to have a newborn but so nice to have her out of my belly and into my arms. Recap: I’m getting induced on Dec 30th, that’s this coming Wednesday… unless she decides to make an appearance earlier than that. I’d really like for her to be born on December 27th – it seems like a fine day to be born. Just long enough after Christmas to allow for a day of rest between holiday festivities and then birthday festivities, right?

The end of this pregnancy is truly in sight now… I know I am blessed to be able to carry my own child in my very own womb & I’m very thankful for being able to experience the miracle that is LIFE – but it’s time for her to come out!

Question of the Week: What are your favorite Christmas cookie recipes?

I’m sorry I really don’t have the energy to track down actual recipes and post them here. I promise if that I can remember, and when I have time, I will come back and add a post with the recipes so everyone can enjoy these!

That being said… my favorite Christmas Cookie Recipes are:

Those cream cheese cookies… And they are delicious. My MIL made them this year with sprinkles on top and seriously, they are amazing. And probably contributed to my weight gain this week.

My friend’s mom makes pinwheel cookies. And I love them. And now they are sold at the bakery at which I used to work – that’s how good they are.

I’m a big fan of anything with peppermint, chocolate, crushed candy cane, coconut, etc.

Buck-Eye Balls, a specialty of my MIL’s… a favorite of my Hubby. They’re peanut butter balls dipped in chocolate. And yummy.

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I used to be a fan of the cut-out cookies we’d make as kids with my parents. When I got married and asked my mom for the recipe she confessed to me that she used the pre-made dough from the store (ala Pillsbury, etc) and just pretended all these years that she had made it.

A. This of course, disappointed me to no end.

B. Really? I mean… Really???

C. I don’t know if I can believe her or not on this one. This IS the same woman who wouldn’t share her Chili recipe with me because it was June and “You can’t make chili in the summertime.” (Of course, I HAD been asking for the recipe since the previous Fall… AND I was pregnant at the time. I just wanted some freakin’ chili.) And this is the same woman who won’t share ANY of her other recipes with me either, leading my younger sisters to secretly make copies of recipes from her recipe book, hide the pages in their suitcases, and hand-deliver the recipes to me when they come to the Little City for visits. Yes. This is seriously my life. My mother is batty. I’m sometimes (ok, often) thankful that I’m adopted and not related by genetics to her.

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I’m still looking for that perfect cut-out cookie recipe to pass on to my daughters.

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I can’t BELIEVE “Dear Hubby” had the NERVE to tell me that I’ve “never worked a day in my life” and that I’ve “never had a real job”.

Way to piss off your 38 week (almost 39 week) pregnant wife. Way. To. Go.

There’s nothing else I need to write about this. I think it speaks for itself.

Of course this would happen.

So on Wednesday when I picked the girls up from Grandma’s house (my MIL), I couldn’t help but notice the dry cough she (my MIL) seemed to have. I ignored it and got out of there as soon as possible.

Sure enough Thursday I felt a little scratchy in my throat. Friday, I noticed a dry cough from myself every now and then. Today, I’ve really noticed that I’ve developed a dry cough.

I checked my voicemails and sure enough I’ve got one from my MIL asking me to have Hubby call her. Sure as my hair is red, she’s sick. Can hardly speak long enough to ask me to have him call her. She is prone to getting laryngitis (spelling?) a few times a year. Last time she had it, she claimed it wasn’t contagious and that she couldn’t pass it on to anyone. Of course, immediately following that I became sick and it lasted for nearly THREE MONTHS. I’m pissed because after 53 years of getting this laryngitis thing… she should really be able to recognize the symptoms by now! ARGH!!! So I hope this dry cough of mine doesn’t develop any further. I’m due in two weeks and I really, really, really, really, REALLY can’t afford to get sick at this point. Seriously. I need to be in excellent health so I can have be an involved laborer, establish breastfeeding so I can actually do it this time around, and more or less – NOT BE SICK. Why couldn’t she just tell us she was sick??? I really HATE when people put my family’s health at risk. REALLY HATE. It’s becoming more of a pet peeve lately than spelling/grammar mistakes. ARGHHHHHHHH.

So now I’m in a scramble to develop a list of emergency care takers in case I go into labor before she’s not sick anymore…. this could not be worse timed, right? On top of it, I had told them a couple weeks ago that yes, we’d be attending Christmas Eve so long as no one was sick… guess we won’t be going to Christmas Eve this year – I just wish it was someone other than my MIL that was preventing us from being there. I hate that it makes me feel like a bad daughter-in-law… but she knows my feelings on us being around sick people. I am dreading the phone call in which I need to tell her that we won’t be there. Maybe I’ll make Hubby tell her.

*le sigh* Now I’m really hoping Snowdrop doesn’t come until 2010 – so hopefully by then my MIL will not be sick anymore and we won’t have to scramble for someone to watch our two year old twins while I’m in labor – yeah, cause there’s a lot of people just itching to be in on THAT call list. LOL… we’re so screwed.

At least I got my Christmas Cards sent out today! Go Me!!

So… the roofers are coming some time next week – YAY!!! If you missed that part of our lives, you can catch up by clicking here. Once they come and fix the roof, then we can fix the ceiling in the nursery & be done with it!

Other than the roof/ceiling issue, and needing to paint the bathroom up there – the nursery is finished!!! Whoohoo!!!! We hung up the alphabet wall cards I bought off of Ebay – they look like this but because I got them on Ebay -> it cost me WAY LESS than what other websites were selling them for. Go me! Juniper & Magnolia have the same alphabet cards in their room… I hesitated for a while about buying the same thing for Snowdrop’s nursery – but I looked and looked and couldn’t find alphabet cards that fit the room, or that I loved so much. So…. they all have the same alphabet in their rooms. Which, I guess is kind of nice in a way. It ties them all together? Anyways…

SO we hung up the alphabet cards, I’ve washed all the blankets, all the newborn to 3 month clothes, put all the clothes away in the dresser… what else… I’ve pretty much done everything I need to do before she arrives. She’s not coming any time soon is what I’m thinking. Now, if I hadn’t done any of these things yet – I’m pretty sure she would have been here weeks ago. Isn’t that how it works?

I kept going back and forth about her “take-home” outfit – it’s important to me to have this ready this time because last time we had to take the girls home in their hospital commissioned undershirts. We had forgotten to bring their take-home outfits when we came back to pick them up – so I don’t want to screw that up this time! So I had gone back & forth about what to put her in. It’s cold out. She needed a cozy outfit. I settled on a pair of these fleecy pink pants (that J & M had never gotten around to wearing as newborns…) and an alphabet onesie (I’m not obsessed with the alphabet, I swear). The onesie is short-sleeved, so she’d need to wear a long-sleeved white onesie underneath (how very ’skater’ of her). I wasn’t totally crazy about this but figured it would work. I went back and forth. Back and forth. I put a sleeper with footies in the bag just in case I changed my mind at the hospital about the take-home outfit. It’s cute. One of my favorites from when the girls were born… neutral yellows and greens with stars and a giraffe on it. Cute. Not… the greatest for bringing home my third little girl. I’m really NOT a pink kind of girl. I prefer greens and purples on my daughters… but something was just not girly enough for me in these other outfits I picked. SO. I was at Target last night and they had a three pack of long-sleeved onesies. Two of the three were pink (one hot, one soft) but the third was a perfect green with little flowers on it – not super girly, but girly enough to not make me gag. So I bought them. I figure I can use the other two long-sleeved onesies for a month or so, and it being Winter, it’ll be nice to have some long-sleeves that aren’t just plain undershirt white. SO, she’ll wear the green long-sleeved onesie with the pink pants and probably fuzzy white socks. (I packed three pairs of socks in the bag… I’m terrible at packing light.)

I’m so boring. Sorry if the above bored you. *sigh*… The ramblings of this pregnancy are beginning to drive me nuts.

Moving on… Christmas is coming!

I’ve never been a huge fan of “opening presents’ so Christmas has never been SUPER delightful for me. I want to be a movie star (yes, still haven’t given up that dream yet!) but I can’t open presents in front of people without feeling strange? Call me weird. I do!

So Christmas Eve we’ll be heading to Hubby’s parents’ house for dinner and festivities. There will be lots of family there. Some are flying in… on planes… with germy people. Some work in hospitals… with germy people. Some are just plain weird and don’t practice good hygeine… and others, well. Others have really undisciplined boys.

I’m totally worried we’re going to catch a cold, the flu, etc. I KNOW I’ll walk away with a headache from the “naughty boys”. Of course, I’ll request that no one kisses myself, or the girls. I don’t want germs unncessarily spread. I know, I know – I’m a germaphobe. I’ve admitted it before. At this stage in the game, my due date is SO CLOSE, I really can’t afford to get sick – nor can I afford for my children to get sick.

I feel like a nutso having to request people not to get too close – but I’m SO WORRIED that someone is going to be sick on Christmas Eve… and still choose to attend the festivities because, well, it’s Christmas! The worst would be if we arrived and I had to tell Hubby to help me pack up the kids back into the car so we could go home. I’d hate to be a party-pooper, and I’d hate the idea that everyone would talk about us after we left, and etc etc etc.

I don’t know what else to say about this, other than I’m aprehensive about the whole thing.

*le sigh*

And our TV broke (the picture completely went out, we still have sound but no picture). This is not a huge deal. I think the most annoying thing is that the girls don’t totally understand that it’s “broken”. I don’t mind not watching TV. It’s refreshing.

And in happier news, we finally found sconces (on Ebay!) and hung them in the main room – so my early 90’s UGLY MOTHER-F*ING sconces are gone! YAY! AND AND AND we also found a mailbox (on Ebay! for 99 cents!! 15 bucks in shipping but whatever, it was still a fabulous deal) that is big and looks fantastic on the side of our house. I’m so happy.

Now if I could just have this baby tonight so we can be home by Wednesday and not have to attend Christmas Eve with the naughty boys…