Friday, May 17, 2013

Baby, Baby

Get out. 

Seriously.

Alrighty, so I am 39.5 weeks at this point and just ever so patiently awaiting our newest little ones arrival.  Ever.SO.patiently.  (insert eye roll)

My feet are no longer feet. They resemble something equivalent to a snow shoe.  
Yea, that's my feets. 
 
I can no longer see anything below the top of my belly.  Even my stretched out belly button is a mystery to me.  Stairs now require a slow and steady, cling to the railing and walls approach so as not to topple to the bottom and become the next humpty dumpty.  
 
Sadly I do not make enough money to employ all the kings horses or all the kings men to put me back together again.  
 
I want to nest, badly, but I also want to sit, on my arse, and the latter is winning.  
 
At this point along with being physically done with the act of being a pregnant person, my anxiety is in full force.  My hormones are beyond crazy, literally.  If you went on a date with them, you'd never call again, unless you're into crazy.   
 
One second I'm all "OMG!!!  SHE'S COMING SOON!!!  WE'RE HAVING A BAYBAY!!!"
The next......
 
"OMG!!!!  SHE'S COMING SOON!!!!  I'LL NEVER SLEEP AGAIN!!!  MUST KEEP MUH LEGS CLOSED TIGHTLY!!!!!!!  
 
Yea, pretty much. 
And then there's this guy.....
 
I've grown quite attached to him in the last 2 years.   I'm getting a little, okay, a lot, upset about leaving him for the first time since he came ripping out of me.  I'm pretty sure he's still attached by one of the stitch strings hanging from my vagina  .... because I just had him ... I swear.....   At least it feels that way, and now we're having another.....   OMG!!!  OMG!!!! 
 
  He's never been away from the hubs and I for more than a few hours at a time.  WAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!   I don't want to LEAVE muh baby! And all that other rational stuff.   
 
I even freak myself out wondering if I will stop my labor by freaking out over being away from him. 
 
Oh Lordy!  As pro natural birth as I am, I may just need the drugs this time.  
 
BREATHE CANDACE! 
 
So, in case you all were wondering, that's about where I am at.  Mentally. Scary. 
 
 
Hopefully the next time I write, the wee babe will be here and I can be done freaking out and shiz. 
 
K.... byes. 

Thursday, May 9, 2013

All I need is me

The last couple of days have been interesting to say the least...

I am officially to the point where getting up from any position other than standing looks as though I am a freshly born foal (baby horse) learning to walk.  Except, I am a much bigger, rounder version and no where near as cute.  

So basically, I'm a big huge-o, that has to sway, roll, and grunt my way off the couch. 

My poor husband tries to help, but, I've pulled him over more than a few times, and that is way more embarrassing than me rolling, swaying, and grunting.  

I am now in size "Moo moo" .   I am currently wearing a moo moo.   Literally I will most likely use it as a tent this summer when we go camping.  

And my all time low...  I got stuck on the floor of Wal-Mart yesterday.   Yes, yes I truly did. 

We went swing shopping, for the baby.    We found one we were interested in but all they had was the display version so Tom went to look for an employee to see if there were any in the back.  That left Zachary and I on our own.  

As we're perusing, I notice a swing down WAYYYYYY low that was marked $49.99, so I decided to ease myself down into a crouching position to get a better look.   

And that's when it happened.  The inevitable.  The embarrassing inevitable.

I. GOT. STUCK.

There was no getting up. 

No Tom, no store employees, no one! 

So,

I'm trying to use the cart handle as leverage and it's NOT working, I'm actually starting to tip the cart...  Then I try just grunting and pushing up.    I swear I thought my water was going to break.  But it didn't (sad face). 

Then Zachary leans over the seat and starts entwining his hands in my hair, and pulling all while softly saying "Mom, momma, ma, mommmmm, Ow, Mom, Ow, Momma, Ow." ... 

Yes, DAMMIT!  MOMMA OW!  STOP PULLING MUH HAIR!!!!!!  

Finally I managed to yank gently remove his hands from my hair, grab the shelf and the cart, and pull myself up enough to stand...   At that point Tom comes strolling around the corner.  So I acted like anyone would,

I pretended nothing happened.  AT.ALL.

We decided to buy an entirely different swing.  

It's cool.  No hard feelings. 


I accept my current roll (hahaha pun intended) in life.... 






Monday, May 6, 2013

So, I was gonna .....

Write a Blog post all about my conversation with my belly... 

Me (looking at/ poking belly) :   "Why you no wanna come out yet baby??????"   

And that's as far as I got before getting sucked into looking at pictures on the interwebs, otherwise known as 'Hey ADD!' .  

At first......  


I was all like "OMG!  Steve Carell, John Stewart, Stephen Colbert! JACK POT! LOVE THEM!!!".... 

And then I was all 
"BAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!"  

But then, 

"DAFUQ IS THIS?!???!!?!!?!?"  
 
And then I was all 
 
"Word....."  
 
"That's a true story."  
 
And the next thing I knew, an hour of my sons nap time had passed.  
Happy 38 weeks folks! 
 
 

Monday, April 29, 2013

Lend me your ear......

On second thought, don't. 

I will talk it off.   Especially if you are an adult.   This 'stay at home mom' gig will do that to ya.  

Honestly, it will.  There's only so much babble, pointing, and screeching a person can take.

And don't even get me started on my toddler!

 Sadly, due to isolation and non stop pajama wearing I have become the woman I was always annoyed by as a fast paced teen and or young childless drunk 20 something.....   

Let me introduce myself, 

I am "The grocery aisle gabber"!!!!     You know, the woman that can and will find a way to talk to ANYONE within a 5 foot radius of herself?   Yea...  That woman.   The casually life spewing, shelf searching, slow walking, humming, pregnant woman.   


"Oh, no it's my fault really, I totally tried to squeeze my belly by your cart, grazing/ knocking you over.....  Due in May, A few more weeks, A girl, unless she has a penis (you know because it doesn't get more awkward than that), "They just have the best quality of meats here!" " HAVE YOU SEEN THE OVEN ROASTS?" "Are you getting canned corn?  Well this brand is on sale two for $2.00, can't beat that!" " If you like pizza they have a great deal going on in isle 5!" " Oh and they have the BEST coffee, like energizer bunny coffee over in aisle 9!!!! "  OMG!  Have you seen this weeks "Us Weekly?"  "I can't believe she would wear that!!!"     "Oh no, no hurry, my son is at home with Daddy....... " 

"No really, please don't go!!!!!!!!!  I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed  adult conversation!!!!!!!!"  

Sigh.....  

It's okay, really, don't worry about me....   The conversations I have with my 22 month old, Scout, and Leap Pad are filled to the brim with  intellect.  Have you ever truly listened to the lyrics of "Wheels on the Bus"?    Nothing is more intellectually stimulating or truer than those lyrics.   I mean come on, "The baby goes Waah waaah wahhh" and then "The momma goes Shhh shhh shhh"....      Who comes up with this stuff!?   Einstein?  Pure genius I tell ya!  

Anyways, enough of that depressing crap.

This week was Zacharys IFSP (Individualized Family Service Plan) for those not familiar  with it, it's basically a big report on where he is on the learning curve.  Is he behind peers, ahead of them, or right on track.  For those that are a little more familiar, it's the 0-3 age groups equivalent on an IEP (Individualized Education Plan).  And much to my pleasant surprise he is doing quite well and making a lot of gains!   He has definitely made progress, which is just A-MAZE-A-BALLS!  At least to me and his daddy it is.  

He's still a bit of a ways behind in gross motor (he just started sitting/ rolling) but we make progress and continue on with our 'inch stones'.     He's a fighter, our happy little fighter. He truly amazes me, every day.   

So, before I start crying, because I am a big emotional puddle lately, how about some pictures!  

 I love these boys....     p.s. there's nothing sexier than a man lugging a diaper bag and small child. <3
 
 Mr. Zachary showing off on his parallel bars.   Standing like a big boy.  
 37 weeks!  And I smile because I never want to be that preggo that looks like she hates being pregnant...   Mostly I do, but, I figure at some point my kids will see various pictures of me pregnant.  I want them to at least think I enjoyed this magical time of growing humans that will later make non stop demands for 100% of my time. 

 It's hard to make a mess look good, which is what I am attempting here...  So appreciate this fine art. Yay Toddlers!  
And, my new hobby....  Skeeving people against breast feeding out.   I make boobie beanies.   :)    This is a doll modeling this particular beanie, but I think I'm getting pretty good at this!  

 Just look at that TASTY nipple.   

Monday, April 22, 2013

She's Alive!!!!

And well... 

And fat.   

In honor of hitting the 36 week mark of this pregnancy I'd like to celebrate by dancing to Weird Al's "Fat"  video.    Go ahead, shimmy with me.   I pray you're as out of breath as I am halfway through. 

 
 
In other news, we're all moved into our new place.  Unharmed and unscathed.   It has stairs, lots of stairs... Upstairs, downstairs, basement stairs...  Yet my scale numbers steadily climb.   I'm officially a small elephant.
 
I thought, with all the stairs the numbers would go down, but I guess your body doesn't really lose weight when your pregnant.   Which I think is bullshit  perfectly healthy.   ;) 
 
We are now in the final countdown! 
28 LONG DAYS LEFT!!!  
 
And today we celebrated by having a mommy & son date on the couch, snuggled up with cheese curls, pigs in a blanket, apple juice and Toy Story 3, because I cannot be bothered to move, at all, anymore.   The mere thought of moving exhausts me.  
 
I really think pregnant women should be gifted a robotic version of themselves in the last trimester.
 
"Hey you, Robot Candace, do my chores and take care of my family whilst I sit here and eat popsicles!"  
 
And to sum things up nicely,  this guy.... 

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Witty Witty Banter.....

 
 
I don't even know at this point. 
 
Since third trimester insomnia has come into my life and shows no plans on leaving for oh probably the next year of my life, I am pretty sure my brain has left for an extended vacation. 
 
I barely remember my own name anymore..... 
 
Thankfully my son has no problem yelling "Mom" at the top of his lungs.
 
That and it helps me find him after I've walked out of the room.
I'm being completely honest.
 
But anyways, I am here, still here, still pregnant, still exhausted, still writing, when I can remember.
 
I hope everyone who celebrates had a wonderful Easter filled with love and food. And Easter egg hunts!!!   Which are the cutest thing ever.  Seriously, I am now convinced that literally, nothing, is cuter than 3 feet tall people who can't form completely coherent sentences wobbling/running from spot to spot to pick up plastic eggs filled with candy.   
 
It almost sounds like I could be talking about little drunk adults running around, but I assure you, I'm talking about children.   At least until I can drink alcohol again.   
 
 
 
Happy Belated Easter!!! 
 
Also- it's moving time again.
 
Anyone want to come pack my apartment, move my apartment, unpack my apartment, organize new apartment?   I will give you un-eated Easter candy and hugs...   Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
 

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

The bloody truth


So here I am at midnight, writing.... 

It seems like the most logical thing to be doing since I now enjoy the 3rd trimester tango with insomnia. 

Plus I just watched a very, Very, VERY, disturbing episode of "My Strange Addiction" on TLC and am feeling both disgusted and incredibly creeped out.      I'm still shaking slightly from the mind trip and nauseas. 

You can check it out for yourself here  ------- >  I want to suck your blood 

Anyways, so as I'm awake, whatever the reason, I kind of wanted to vent a wee bit about something I heard from another pregnant person recently. 

This person told me that her husband doesn't witness the births of their children, per choice, because he thinks it will ruin his sexual desire for his wife. 

SAY WHAT?!   

And she's okay with him just chilling in the waiting room or at home until everything is all sewn back up and the wee babe is swaddled and cleaned.   

HUH?!!!!  

If you are like me, or most women and have given birth, and your significant other just decided he didn't want to come, you'd be livid, I assume...  However, I do understand there are other circumstances why some fathers may not be present, and even in the event that hey, the poor guy would pass out cold from horror,  we as women will make exceptions. .  

However, excuse me if I am wrong, but I did NOT do this to myself or all by myself!!!  And I happen to think that watching the birth of a child is one of those dues a man should pay to his spouse for a million different reasons. 

For a husband to just skip out as to not lose his sexual view of his wife is a weird one for me. 

 I can't get over this mans view and I keep asking myself , "Is he serious?!". 

I even had to ask my husband if he viewed me as less desirable after witnessing the birth of our 21 month old son son...

His words, "I cried as I professed my love for you and our brand new child, how can it get more passionate than that!?"......

Well put husband, well put.    

And then he assured me that the fact that he has only ever turned me down when he was truly sick less than a handful of times should be the proof that backs all this up.    I married a keeper, I am so aware of this.

Then he said that it sounds like "This guy thinks too much"  meaning the other husband. 

However, all of this got me to thinking how can we as mothers, and fathers, and a community teach our boys how to view their counterparts as more than sexual objects. 

Don't get me wrong, sex is fantastic. And being viewed as sexy has it's perks, but my husband also views me as intelligent, funny, opinionated, the mother of his most prized accomplishments, hails  my breasts for the fact that they are sexual as well as a thriving food source for his infants.  And that my lady bits, are awesome, and have brought forth life.  LIFE to another HUMAN! 

So how do we instill all of those things? 

As a mother to a son, I wonder what I can do to ensure those values.  

Sex is good, but, women are not just for sex. 

It's tough.  So tough.  Everything in our culture and media scream out that we are nothing more than objects for pleasure, and that my friends saddens me. 

To think that a man willingly misses out on perhaps one of the most meaningful moments he can share with another person in life, just to preserve his sexual mindset, is so strange to me. 

Maybe I am just reading too far into the whole situation, but, maybe I'm not. 



Call me crazy, but I think my husband will remember and value witnessing this

far longer than the sexy lingerie I wore on our wedding night.    



Friday, March 15, 2013

Say What?!

I don't even know....  Seriously.  

I can't form or hold on to an intelligent thought for longer than 2.5 seconds...  I can't sleep through the night on my bed anymore....

It's been roughly two weeks since I've posted anything. 

My shoes no longer fit, along with most of my clothes...

I'm blaming the time change.  

Or pregnancy.

Anyways, since I haven't written in a while, I'm just going to mash a bunch of crap together and call it a blog post.   Plus, as I stated above, I can't hold on to any thoughts outside of baby for longer than a few seconds, so, I'm just going to run with it...    



Wednesday, we (Tom and I) had a genius idea....  It went a little something like this,   "Let's play hooky from everything like the responsible adults that we are and go out of town tomorrow!!!"...

So, we did and it was fantasmical!     We traveled roughly an hour away to the nearest big city, rented a very swanky room in a very swanky hotel with a very nice view, quite a ways up.  And we took the baby, well, the toddler, the baby had to come against her will since she is still all cozy, partying it up in my womb with her ass pressed against my belly button. 

It was great, we walked around the city, did a little shopping, a lot of eating, retired back to our hotel and went swimming in the heated pool, and I watched and drooled as Tom hung out in the hot tub... 

He only spent 5 minutes in there so I wouldn't get 'too jealous' but I was jealous. Oh so jealous.

Surprisingly Zachary did AMAZE-A-BALLS the whole trip!  He even took a 15 minute power nap and was right back up ready to go.   He really wowed me.  I was initially scared that taking him out of his element could turn out really bad, but, he loved it all, the sights, sounds, food..

It was definitely a much needed day off from every day life. 

 Why yes, I will take the whole Mint Chocolate cake!!!! 
The face he's making, that's his nice way of handling my fat ass sitting on his lap.  He's a champ. 
Houdini can and will remove his socks whenever he pleases even while confined in his walker.  I still haven't figured out how he does it.  But it was a good sign he felt comfortable in our hotel room...
 His smile made our trip oh so worth it..  Every long minute he was awake.... 
 And seriously, go ahead and die from the cuteness.  MINIATURE GUMMY BEARS!  That's a normal gummy bear and a Runts banana for size comparison. Go ahead, squeal with delight!  I already ate all of them so I can't share.  

 Selfie in muh bathroom mirror before we left.  Almost 31 weeks.  Are you KIDDING me!!!??? 

If I wasn't too tired to rotate the picture I took the same night at the hotel, I would, just to show you that I seriously think this child has dropped already...   I look HUGE not even 20 hours later.  Nah, I'll post it next week. 

Friday, March 1, 2013

A little bit different.

  
Good day everyone!  Long time no see. 

I unintentionally took a small break from the blog world.   Taking care of a toddler, losing the ability to see my toes and sleep through the night is taking it's toll.  However, I am still here, alive, and barely kicking, because, I can't lift my legs that high anymore.   Yay pregnancy!!!  


Recently it was brought to my attention that for having a 'special needs' blog, I don't write a lot about "special needs".  And that is a very valid and true point, but I don't have a 'special needs' blog.  I have a blog and happen to have a special needs son.   Sometimes, I write about our adventures as a family navigating this sometimes hectic and crazy world of the unknown.  Most of the time, I just babble because it's what I do.  

Our life is just a little bit different than yours.  And our son may be just a little bit different than yours...  Or maybe he's the same or similar.   If you're coming here for answers, I don't have any for you.  That's the sad, yet freeing truth.  

I wish my family could be your hope, and while I seem to think my family is pretty awesome, we aren't one of those magical families whose special child just stands up healed and runs a marathon....

  Having a child with special needs is often an insanely unpredictable winding path through uncertainty.  You make the choice to get out of bed every morning and accept whatever happens. Some days are hard, some are easy. Sometimes you want to give up, sometimes you want to fight.  

The truth is that if I were to write solely based on our day to day life, you would see a very happy child with a strict schedule, because deviating from that schedule could throw our entire day into peril.  My son has Sensory Processing Disorder (.understanding SPD ).   He likes things just so, his atmosphere, the people he knows, his bed, his pajamas, his socks, his food, nap time, bath time, bed time..  We have routines for everything. 

Sometimes things are too loud, sometimes they are not loud enough, sometimes they are too hot, or too cold, sometimes he can be gentle, but not often because he needs to be rough to 'feel' things... Sometimes he touches things he doesn't like and he throws up. When he stands, it's always on his toes, because he cannot handle how things feel on his soles.       

 This is my son when he is in a situation where he's not comfortable.  Hands tightly clenched into fists to keep from touching something unpleasant, that his little nervous system can't handle, smile reserved, almost scared look in his eyes, all while trying to be brave.... 
This is my son in his own familiar setting, hands relaxed, huge smile, relaxed, safe....   This is SPD.

My son also has Hypotonia (learn more about our ragdolls) he has just recently mastered rolling 360s around our living room and slowly moving around in his infant walker.   He's 20 months old.  He still can't sit on his own bottom for longer than 2-3 minutes without toppling, still can't crawl, cruise, or walk... His body doesn't work the way it should even though his mind tells him that he wants to move, which he so desperately does.   

But, he's happy.  So very happy.  And everyone who meets him will tell you they have never seen a happier baby. 

He's our happy quirky boy and we decided a few months ago to post pone our search for 'what's wrong' and just let him be him.  It's working out quite well.  So far. 

He has therapists that come to our house and I have days where I feel like my doors are revolving.  Therapy isn't fun but it's necessary.  Some days I wish we didn't have to do any of this, but we do.

Some days I wish words like "Occupational therapy, speech/language therapy, physical therapy, cognitive delays, gross motor delays,  hypotonia, floppy baby, stabilizing, wing bo, side sitting, braces, compression vest, brushing, compression hold, oral sensory, overstimulated, understimulated and stuffing" weren't part of our vocabulary... 

Or that sentences like this were funny "His batteries are dying in his vibrating toothbrush, they need replaced so we can wake his mouth up."   "He can't feel his food, that's why his fingers are in his mouth."   "He screams after he goes number 2 because having a dirty diaper upsets him." ...

There is so much more, there really is but I digress because I am too lazy to keep typing. And if I can say one thing to other parents of special needs children it's this, if you're looking to blogs to give you hope, don't.   Read them, enjoy them, feel a sense of relief that our lives don't have to be doom and gloom, and yes have the hope, that "hey, that's what my child has and look how awesome they are doing."   but don't drown yourself in them.      

Let your child be themselves and let yourself breathe.  



Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Is your significant other pregnant? 10 things you need to know.

If your significant other is pregnant, than this is where you need to be.  

If you're a typical man/significant other, you aren't going to read the books your wife/significant other hands you, because, you got this!!! 

But the funny thing is, no, no you don't, because you really have no idea who and or what you are dealing with.      Pregnancy is a scary beast, but have no fear, I'm here to help.  

First lets clear something up right from the get go. 

This is not reality when it comes to pregnancy..... 

This is..... 
Now with that cleared up, we can get started. 

When dealing with the pregnancy beast remember that:

1.) Pregnancy is beautiful and she is carrying your child.  You did this to her, and that is ALWAYS the point.  Shake your head yes, apologize, go buy her some damn ice cream.   

2.) If she cries, make sure it's not your fault.  If it is, you should probably go to the store and buy something nice/ tasty for her.  If it's not, go buy something nice/tasty for her.

3.) Don't buy her clothing. And if you do, don't buy her something 4 sizes too big and proclaim you wanted her belly to have room.   Get her a gift card to the snazziest maternity boutique and perhaps a spa package.

3.) If you like your recliner/flat screen/ couch/ coffee table where it is, never leave her unattended in the living room for more than 30 minutes.    "Nesting" is a need to clean/rearrange your home and it is real, and she will move an entire living room set in your absence when she swears she was just going to vacuum.

4.) Also, if you want that tasty 5 layer beefy cheese burrito you just brought home, don't leave it unattended, it will be gone when you return.

4.)  Don't leave her alone in the baby section of a store, she's going to find something to buy because "Omg! Wook at these itty bitty witttle shoesies Daddy!!!!!"....   

5.) Get your mind out of the gutter, "Daddy" isn't a sexual name.  Once you have kids, you will call each other "Mommy and Daddy".   You may even forget her actual name by the time your child turns two.

6.)  At some point, her boobies will start leaking...  She may start to feel differently about her lady bits. If she asks you to leave them alone, DON'T TOUCH THEM!  Boobies, which men are so fond of, serve a dual purpose.  Sexual and Food.  Once they become food, you will have to share.

7.) Further along in her pregnancy she will lose the ability to see her toes and vagina- Man up.  You need to learn to color in the lines (paint her toenails) and wield a razor with gentle precision. If you can't do that, pay for a pedicure and NEVER mention that she resembles a Chewbacca chia pet.  

8.) After the 7th or 8th month, you will be sharing your half of the closet.  Get over it.  Your shirts and sweat pants are way more comfortable than some of the most rumored 'like silk' maternity wear.

9.)  In the first trimester you're going to deal with her puking, in the 2nd and 3rd trimesters you're going to witness her pee herself.   Don't make fun of her or act grossed out.  Guess what once your baby arrives you'll be dealing with all of that including poop, for a few more years.

10.) If she wants you to read the "Dad" chapters in 'What to expect when you're expecting', just do it.  

And there you have it....   Your top 10 list for pregnancy.  Brought to you by my husband who told me that since I've been pregnant before 'my hormones should be used to it all'.    If I were to add an eleven, it would be to never say something that idiotic to your pregnant wife.