Here is my collection of news-worthy articles this week. Happy Friday!
If what he says is true, he's got a case. Surprise Twins: Man Sues Fertility Clinic
I'm a sucker for delivery stories (especially when they're in elevators). Surprise Delivery: When Babies are Born in Strange Places.
That Barbie is such a little trouble maker isn't she? Iran Shuts Down Shops Selling Barbies
For something so common, you'd think society would do a better job taking care of these people. 1 in 5 Americans Suffer from Mental Illness
Another reason for me to gladly accept hand-me-downs. The Indoor Pollution Threat You May Not Have Known Exisited
Enjoy your weekend!
My mom delivered both my sister and I two weeks late and my sister had two full-term babies. I assumed that I too would see my due date come and pass. This, however, was not the case with my first pregnancy. I could go into details about how it all went down, but the summary is that out of nowhere I went into labor right at 36 weeks.
In the time of "too posh to push" and early scheduled inductions, I was happily prepared to go the long haul.
So when I went into pre-term labor, I was scared. But, luckily, out came a healthy (in preterm weight) 6 lbs. 9 ounce baby boy who didn't spend a moment in the NICU.
With everything going on, I never had a chance to ask my doctor: "Why?" Or maybe I was just so happy to have a healthy baby, it didn't seem...
Oh how things change over the years. Eight o'clock dinner reservations are replaced with eight o'clock bedtimes. Alarm clocks become obsolete and the term "friends with benefits" now refers to a girlfriend who is giving me her old breastpump.
Recently, one of my oldest and best friends had her first baby. I did my best to prepare her for the highs and lows of those first few weeks. I had talked to her about sleep deprivation, but it's definitely one of those things that you have to experience for yourself.
So, once she had the baby, I knew that what she needed from me was plain ol' support. A couple of texts a day, a couple of phone calls to see how she's doing, a "you're not crazy, you're exhausted" pep talk. I advised her to...
Six days into 2012 and I'm already faltering on a few of my resolutions. For example, I resolved to bring my lunch to work everyday in an effort to save money and eat healthier. But, the baby really needed some good Lebanese food yesterday, so I had to hit up Dena's. Oops.
Another is to be a better, more organized blogger. So, my plan is that every Friday I'm going to post the most compelling (in my humble opinion) news stories that I've read throughout the week. Some may be funny, some may be sad, some may be infuriating, but they all made me stop whatever I was doing and read more. One thing I refuse to do is get political. I have my opinions (oh do I), but choose to keep them off this blog.
WHAT A SURVIVOR: Okla. teen mom asks 911 for permission, fatally...
While mentally prepping to write this blog, I took a look back at last year's post and still stand by it. Or, more accurately, stand close to it in the triple threat position ready to take off at a moments notice to catch a crazy 2-year-old who is gaining speed on the daily.
Seriously, this kid is getting fast! On that note, let me start with my annual "10 Things I've Learned This Year" post:
1) DON'T go to the park to relax. There is a time in every parent's life when the park becomes a relaxing experience. Having a 2-year-old is not that time. Do they even have benches at parks in Tulsa? I wouldn't know.
2) DO go to the park to relax...eventually. The whole reason to actually go to the park is for you and your child to get exercise....
I had a dream two nights ago that was the most obvious form of my subconscious screaming that I've ever come across. It came after my son fell asleep--pretzled between my right arm and leg. While co-sleeping has it's negatives, this is not one of them. I lay there thinking how much I love being this close to my son when it all of the sudden hit me that this lovely, calm falling asleep routine had an expiration date on it in the form of his little brother/sister coming in June. How soon we forget that these little angels don't sleep through the night for months, years even.
"What am I going to do?" I panicked. "How am I going to divide up my time, especially night-night time, between the two? Will Bennett's sleep be disrupted, too? This co-sleeping...
With ten days between my son's birthday and Christmas, December can quickly become expensive and just plain out obnoxious. Although he's not quite old enough to understand the concept of giving, and all two-year-olds are by nature greedy little gremlins, I still want to attempt to teach him that Christmas is truly not all about scoring the Little Tikes motherload.
Everytime we come to a Salvation Army bell ringer, I give my son a couple of coins (I have to be a little stingy when we average two a day) to put in the can. He thinks it's fun and someday I'll explain what it's for. Not to mention it's absolutely adorable and I always get a little "awe" from a passerby.
Also, in lieu of presents for his birthday, I'm going to ask people to...
Today, I woke up with a sick stomach and just followed it up with a glass of V8 and FOUR cornbread muffins. That's right, I'm pregnant.
So far, this has been the complete opposite of my first pregnancy. I had a little nausea with the first one, but nothing extreme. Of course this time, while I'm running after an almost 2-year-old, being a little nauseous is considered a good day.
I am the most cliche pregnant person in the world. The other day, I scared my sister to death because I called her crying so hard I couldn't talk. She immediately thought something was horribly wrong until I explained that I was just feeling a little emotional. That new "War Horse" movie preview could set me in a tail spin.
I'm just at 12 weeks (due June 12th), so I...
It was a moment of weakness.
After the 15th day over 105 degrees this blustery summer and my then 18-month-old throwing tantrums every time I turned my hair dryer on, I made an emergency appointment with my hair stylist. I was a woman on a mission, blinded by the heat.
That day I cut off around 10 inches of hair.
I was in denial at first and my overly supportive support group said they thought it looked great. Liars.
Now, months later, I'm still regretting this decision and the years it will take to get my hair back to french braid length.
Having always had long hair, I assumed that getting rid of 90% of it would make my life easier. Oh, how wrong I was. Short hair is hard work!
My former long-haired-self would occasionally dry it; but would more...
With Christmas fast approaching (seriously, 47 days), it's time to get serious about my "who to buy for" list. On top of that, my son is turning two-years-old on December 15th. This causes the Grandmas, Grandpas, Great Aunts, etc. to ask..."What does he want?"
Instead of doing the "Oh, he doesn't need anything" dance, all while knowing very well that they would never not get their favorite toddler a gift for his birthday and Chrismas, I decided to get proactive by setting up a wish list on myregistry.com.
I had heard about people doing this and thought it to be a little presumptuous. But now I see that it is efficient and accomodating.
It's user-friendly. When you are setting up your registry, you drag a button to your tool bar....