It's where I blog about Ella, crafts, food, and whatever. I can't guarantee it'll be as random as some of the things I've posted here, but who knows. Everything I do seems to be completely random to everyone else. Even though it makes perfect sense
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Oh did I forget to mention?
Not that people read any of my blogs, but I might as well post it here. Since mommyhood, I've moved on to: ellawithlove.blogspot.com
It's where I blog about Ella, crafts, food, and whatever. I can't guarantee it'll be as random as some of the things I've posted here, but who knows. Everything I do seems to be completely random to everyone else. Even though it makes perfect senseto me.
It's where I blog about Ella, crafts, food, and whatever. I can't guarantee it'll be as random as some of the things I've posted here, but who knows. Everything I do seems to be completely random to everyone else. Even though it makes perfect sense
Thursday, March 31, 2011
see kate sew: epic letterpress giveaway!
A few weeks ago, I learned about the Epic Letterpress by Lifestyle Crafts. I immediately added it, along with accessories to my Amazon wishlist in hopes that someone would be so kind to gift one to me.
Just today, I saw that Kate over at see kate sew is hosting a giveaway! I LOVE crafting blogs, but hers is one of my favorites. She has some awesome tutorials if you're into that sort of thing. I actually have her zipper pouch tutorial as one of my to do items when I have time (I've got my fabric selected and zipper -- just waiting for a free weekend to work on it).
Anyway, checkout her blog to see her post on the letterpress and enter the giveaway!
see kate sew: epic letterpress giveaway!: "Lifestyle Crafts sent me this L Letterpress machine to review. Until recently, I didn't even know it was possible to letterpress at home. (W..."
Just today, I saw that Kate over at see kate sew is hosting a giveaway! I LOVE crafting blogs, but hers is one of my favorites. She has some awesome tutorials if you're into that sort of thing. I actually have her zipper pouch tutorial as one of my to do items when I have time (I've got my fabric selected and zipper -- just waiting for a free weekend to work on it).
Anyway, checkout her blog to see her post on the letterpress and enter the giveaway!
see kate sew: epic letterpress giveaway!: "Lifestyle Crafts sent me this L Letterpress machine to review. Until recently, I didn't even know it was possible to letterpress at home. (W..."
Friday, March 25, 2011
Yay for gift cards!
I just realized we had an overabundance of iTunes gift cards leftover from Christmas and New Years (courtesy-gift supply and prize giveaways) and since they were holiday themed it would be quite embarrassing to gift them now. I decided to splurge on the BlogPress app.
Hopefully this will encourage me to blog more and start up the crafting blog I've been meaning to start...
- Posted via BlogPress for iPhone
Hopefully this will encourage me to blog more and start up the crafting blog I've been meaning to start...
- Posted via BlogPress for iPhone
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Indulgences
I've always been a person with little wants. I guess this was because I was raised in a way that I was always given things before I knew I would want them.
For example, I was the first of my friends to have a cordless phone. When they first came out, my dad thought it would be something useful for me to have (I was responsible for answering the phone and relaying messages -- btw, as an adult, I HATE talking on the phone) and I could tote the phone everyone in the house and be able to answer when it rings. I was also the first to have a pager, then later cell phone. Again, it was for my parents benefit to be able to contact me whenever, wherever. I would have a new computer every year or two, with the latest in software -- I can thank my mother for this. She believed I needed this for word processing, research, and other education related purposes. I never expected any of these 'gifts'. I would come home and find something new to play with - wrapped, unwrapped, special occasion or not.
Because of this, I never really had something I really wanted. I always just had it. Then, when I got a job and had an expendable income, I would just buy stuff as the need/want would arise. It never seemed in excess nor unattainable. Which, I think is the root of my dilemma.
For the past year, I've been so caught up with building the house, having the baby, and everything life throws at me, I haven't been in my routine of spending. Now, as things are winding down, I'm finding that there are things that I don't have, I want, and I can't afford. I admit, I sound really selfish right now. A mortgage is more important. My child is more important. I already have clothes, shoes, beauty products, and TOO MUCH craft supplies -- I don't need ANYthing. But because I don't need, does it mean I can't want?
In my case, it really should equate that way. Here's a short list of my wants:
They're both subscription based. Meaning it's recurring expenditures for things other people suggest I need.
Oh -- I forgot to mention, DH bought me a one-year subscription of BirchBox for Valentine's Day. He's an enabler. He spoils me.
For example, I was the first of my friends to have a cordless phone. When they first came out, my dad thought it would be something useful for me to have (I was responsible for answering the phone and relaying messages -- btw, as an adult, I HATE talking on the phone) and I could tote the phone everyone in the house and be able to answer when it rings. I was also the first to have a pager, then later cell phone. Again, it was for my parents benefit to be able to contact me whenever, wherever. I would have a new computer every year or two, with the latest in software -- I can thank my mother for this. She believed I needed this for word processing, research, and other education related purposes. I never expected any of these 'gifts'. I would come home and find something new to play with - wrapped, unwrapped, special occasion or not.
Because of this, I never really had something I really wanted. I always just had it. Then, when I got a job and had an expendable income, I would just buy stuff as the need/want would arise. It never seemed in excess nor unattainable. Which, I think is the root of my dilemma.
For the past year, I've been so caught up with building the house, having the baby, and everything life throws at me, I haven't been in my routine of spending. Now, as things are winding down, I'm finding that there are things that I don't have, I want, and I can't afford. I admit, I sound really selfish right now. A mortgage is more important. My child is more important. I already have clothes, shoes, beauty products, and TOO MUCH craft supplies -- I don't need ANYthing. But because I don't need, does it mean I can't want?
In my case, it really should equate that way. Here's a short list of my wants:
They're both subscription based. Meaning it's recurring expenditures for things other people suggest I need.
- I already have a beauty regimen, and it doesn't include trying a new product every month. But I would like to.
- I have shoes and I don't need a new pair every month. But I would like to.
Oh -- I forgot to mention, DH bought me a one-year subscription of BirchBox for Valentine's Day. He's an enabler. He spoils me.
Friday, June 4, 2010
I'm a mommy!
You know how birthdays come and go and you don't feel any older. It's the same with parenting. I was expecting a monumental event where worlds collide and I have an enlightened moment where I realize, "I am a mother." Didn't happen. Don't get me wrong. I love my baby girl and I love being her mommy, but I just thought it would be different? Perhaps my sleepless nights and endless worrying before her arrival hyped up the transition.
Everyone keeps asking me about The Day. I don't think I've actually told the same story twice. Each time, I focus on a different aspect. Probably because I'd get tired of telling the same story everytime. I guess I'll write it out here so I have some way of remembering it later.
Thursday, May 27th 9:00pm
DH and I are watching Disney's Princess and the Frog. After weeks of waiting, I've finally given up hoping and decided to be patient for DD's arrival. Of course that's when I feel uncomfortable pulling feelings down there. I try to ignore it since we've had some false alarms. It starts to happen more frequently and I can't sleep. DH says I should time them, he even suggests an App that times contractions.
Friday, May 28th 2:00am
I still haven't gotten any sleep. I decide to eat something. I have a Chobani yogurt and banana. My stomach turns and I realize I need to go.. bad. I figure maybe that's what was making me uncomfortable and I try to lay down again. Wrong. I get up to walk around. The uncomfortable twinge is now a painful dropping sensation when I walk. I call the hospital to talk to the L&D nurses. They tell me it's probably not anything, especially since I don't sound like I'm going into labor. Wait, what? I don't sound like I'm going into labor? Am I supposed to be panting and screaming whenever it hurts? If you ask me that's over-exaggerating the situation and it makes it difficult to carry a conversation. Take my word for it, if I say it hurts, it fricken hurts.
4:30am
I finally decide to go in. I was hoping the hospital doors were open and we didn't have to go through the ER. Ryan thinks I'm crazy because I offered to let him sleep for another hour if he was still tired. In my defense, I still had lots of time. We get to L&D and the woman that spoke to me on the phone was a little hesitant to admit me. I changed into my pink homemade hospital gown. The nurse said we needed to do tests to make sure I was really in labor. Result? Yes, I was in labor. See, what did I tell you, take my word for it! I got my epidural at 6:30 :)
8:30am
My doctor comes in to check on me. Since my water bag hasn't broken yet, she breaks it to speed up the labor. It looks good, no sign of meconium. She'll be back later when I'm ready to start pushing.
12:00pm
I'm 10cm dialated and 100% effaced. We're just waiting on baby to drop.
3:00pm
Still nothing, but they're going to have my start pushing to see if baby will descend. Yes, it seems to be working, but with the more pushing I do, the less I can feel the contractions. They turn off my epidural :( After a few more pushes, the baby starts to crown. I have to stop pushing for now. Do you know how HARD it is to not push something that is partially sticking out of you. Mind you, with the epidural wearing off, I can feel everything!
4:30pm
My doctor shows up and I'm ready to deliver this baby. A few good pushes and out pops our DD!
4:41pm, 7lbs 4 ounces, 19 1/2 inches, and screaming. Yeah, you're thinking the same thing I still can't figure out. Where the heck was she?! The ultrasound estimated she'd be at most 7lbs at my due date. I only gained about 20lbs during my pregnancy and my waist was only 40.5 inches around. She was really hiding in there. It's so weird how in a few hours my belly disappeared. Damage to me? A few tears and scratches, but all-in-all, doing ok. Honestly, I don't really remember this last part too well. The oxygen mask I was wearing obstructed my view at some parts, I don't think I was breathing so my brain blocked out other parts, and I think I was so dazed I just wasn't paying attention.
Well, that's pretty much the story. There's other parts involved, like more detail on what I did for the 12 hours waiting, the actual 'popping out' part of the story, and the anecdote about the nurse who takes the WORST pictures ever.
What was the best part about my experience? When I got wheeled to my post-partum room and was allowed visitors, everyone said I looked too happy and energetic to have just spent the last 36+ hours awake and managed to delivered a baby. Thanks everyone for being polite. We all know that's a lie. Everyone looks like $#!t after delivery.
Everyone keeps asking me about The Day. I don't think I've actually told the same story twice. Each time, I focus on a different aspect. Probably because I'd get tired of telling the same story everytime. I guess I'll write it out here so I have some way of remembering it later.
Thursday, May 27th 9:00pm
DH and I are watching Disney's Princess and the Frog. After weeks of waiting, I've finally given up hoping and decided to be patient for DD's arrival. Of course that's when I feel uncomfortable pulling feelings down there. I try to ignore it since we've had some false alarms. It starts to happen more frequently and I can't sleep. DH says I should time them, he even suggests an App that times contractions.
Friday, May 28th 2:00am
I still haven't gotten any sleep. I decide to eat something. I have a Chobani yogurt and banana. My stomach turns and I realize I need to go.. bad. I figure maybe that's what was making me uncomfortable and I try to lay down again. Wrong. I get up to walk around. The uncomfortable twinge is now a painful dropping sensation when I walk. I call the hospital to talk to the L&D nurses. They tell me it's probably not anything, especially since I don't sound like I'm going into labor. Wait, what? I don't sound like I'm going into labor? Am I supposed to be panting and screaming whenever it hurts? If you ask me that's over-exaggerating the situation and it makes it difficult to carry a conversation. Take my word for it, if I say it hurts, it fricken hurts.
4:30am
I finally decide to go in. I was hoping the hospital doors were open and we didn't have to go through the ER. Ryan thinks I'm crazy because I offered to let him sleep for another hour if he was still tired. In my defense, I still had lots of time. We get to L&D and the woman that spoke to me on the phone was a little hesitant to admit me. I changed into my pink homemade hospital gown. The nurse said we needed to do tests to make sure I was really in labor. Result? Yes, I was in labor. See, what did I tell you, take my word for it! I got my epidural at 6:30 :)
8:30am
My doctor comes in to check on me. Since my water bag hasn't broken yet, she breaks it to speed up the labor. It looks good, no sign of meconium. She'll be back later when I'm ready to start pushing.
12:00pm
I'm 10cm dialated and 100% effaced. We're just waiting on baby to drop.
3:00pm
Still nothing, but they're going to have my start pushing to see if baby will descend. Yes, it seems to be working, but with the more pushing I do, the less I can feel the contractions. They turn off my epidural :( After a few more pushes, the baby starts to crown. I have to stop pushing for now. Do you know how HARD it is to not push something that is partially sticking out of you. Mind you, with the epidural wearing off, I can feel everything!
4:30pm
My doctor shows up and I'm ready to deliver this baby. A few good pushes and out pops our DD!
4:41pm, 7lbs 4 ounces, 19 1/2 inches, and screaming. Yeah, you're thinking the same thing I still can't figure out. Where the heck was she?! The ultrasound estimated she'd be at most 7lbs at my due date. I only gained about 20lbs during my pregnancy and my waist was only 40.5 inches around. She was really hiding in there. It's so weird how in a few hours my belly disappeared. Damage to me? A few tears and scratches, but all-in-all, doing ok. Honestly, I don't really remember this last part too well. The oxygen mask I was wearing obstructed my view at some parts, I don't think I was breathing so my brain blocked out other parts, and I think I was so dazed I just wasn't paying attention.
Well, that's pretty much the story. There's other parts involved, like more detail on what I did for the 12 hours waiting, the actual 'popping out' part of the story, and the anecdote about the nurse who takes the WORST pictures ever.
What was the best part about my experience? When I got wheeled to my post-partum room and was allowed visitors, everyone said I looked too happy and energetic to have just spent the last 36+ hours awake and managed to delivered a baby. Thanks everyone for being polite. We all know that's a lie. Everyone looks like $#!t after delivery.
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