Shhhh... It's a secret.

Our little Family of 6 ( 3 humans 3 dogs ) will soon expand to a slightly larger family of 7 ( 4 humans 3 dogs ) ....

You read that correctly!

Announcement to the entire world to come in the next few days, but yep.. Another baby is on it's way.

Baby #2 should be making it's debut around March the 14th 2013.

ISO: Full time Maid

willing to work for free..
It's tough trying to do a deep clean while caring for an almost 6 month old baby who wants to do nothing but ROCK IT OUT all day.
Don't get me wrong - I wouldn't trade it for the world, BUT, he just doesn't understand what it means when Mommy says " Hold on just a second Buds mommy has cleaning chemicals that could give you cute little self cancer all over her hands " Ya know what I mean?

Trying to get this house spick & span, but it aint happening as fast I would like.
Ho hum, Ho hum.

On another note, Teo's first tooth is plunging through his gums and it's turned him into a little Baby Asshole. Fuss Fuss Fuss, sleep, eat, Fuss Fuss Fuss, play, sleep, eat, Fuss Fuss Fuss - oh and get up multiple times during the night after starting to sleep through the night just a few weeks back - WTF!

And I'm thinking about getting pregnant again after he turns one..
Am I crazy? Nah!

You making poo poos?

** he chuckles**
He always gets the most excited when he's about to take a huge dump ( sorry for the the graphics ).
And I laugh, because the face he makes when he's ready to explode is pretty much the same face he's been making since he was a newborn - He turns bright red, stick his tongue out, and grunts - These are the things I'll remind him of on his wedding day, or at least at the rehearsal dinner.

I wish pooping my pants made me as happy as it makes him - I on the other hand need things like new washing machines, the latest Febreeze air freshening device or a hot shower to fit my fancy. I think those to be the smaller things in life, but a big ol' poopy diaper has me beat I think.

 

When you were 5 months old:

an eyelash fell from your beautiful little eye.
In a flash I wiped it from your soft skin and blew it away from my finger tip and I made a little wish for you.

I wished that you'd healthy, wealthy, and strong.
I wished you'd never have any obstacles and that if you did they'd mold you into a good man.
I wished never ending amounts of love upon you and happiness with no limits.
I wished you success and laughter, a long list of memories made with friends you'd never forget.

My sweet son - You complete me.
I am forever in your debt for the happiness you've given me.

Love thy neighbor!

So I hit the trail this morning, baby is all tucked into his stroller as per usual - Decided to switch it up today & bring 1 of our 3 dogs.. Was in such a rush to get myself, stroller/ baby and pup out of the door that I forgot to bring a bag just in case pup decided to ya know, drop one or two off... We head on down the road, my neighborhood was quiet this morning - Not the normal hustle bustle of kids getting on bus, people watering plants, etc - I was so excited for the peace. Don't you know that as soon as we get in front of the ONLY house where someone is outside having a cup of a coffee my dog's ass expels a lovely pile of glory & like mentioned above I have no bag to clean it up. Leave it to the ONLY ( asshole ) person to cross my path this morning to say to me " Are you going to clean that up? " Not only does she not offer me a bag to do so she watches me walk all the way back to my caul-de-sac (sp?), I grab a bag walk all the way back only to find the bitch has gone inside - I should have lit that bag of poop on fire & left it on her doorstep - HAPPY HUMP DAY!

The Domestic Diva Chronicles - INTRO

'Tis the life of a Domestic Diva. Awake in the wee hours to start a pot of coffee for your mate, change the little ones diaper & make sure he's well fed. Start the dishwasher for the first of what will be at least 2 cycles for the day. Potty & feed the dogs, make sure they have water since you always seem to forget when you're in the height of your day. Plan meals for Breakfast, lunch & dinner - Laundry, but of course there is laundry. Create a list of things to do, take a nice long walk. Squeeze a shower in where you may, PJ's are my uniform.

3 month later, and I feel....

a Routine in the making.
Our family is getting into the swing of .
Our parenting gets better & better.
and of course, Our baby is absolutely perfect in our eyes.

Teo will be 12 weeks old on Friday. We're celebrating his first Easter this weekend and I feel like if I didn't take pictures of this little person every day it would all be gone in a blink of an eye & I may have missed something. I want to document his every day, his every move, his every smile so I can look back on it and remember my precious little baby, even when I am sending him off to college.

Motherhood is an experience that is unmatched by any other.
I'd like to think that I've been good at a few things in my lifetime, maybe not exceptionally good but good nonetheless... Motherhood is something that not only I am good at but I have come into so easily. I can't even begin to tell you what this feels like, my best advice would be to allow yourself to experience it in your lifetime - Even if it's just once, carrying, birthing and raising a child is a one in a million experience.

Teo went off to daycare like a good little boy...
Made it a week before he got sick, stayed home for a week.
Went back for a week, and then we yanked him out.
I'm so tired of bitching and moaning about it that I'm not going to go into detail but I will say this: Daycare is not for the weak of heart. You have to be one hundred percent ready to hand your children over to strangers daily... You have to be ready to have little to no control over what your child is exposed to.. Including: Thrush, RSV, Runny nose, a variety of strange women... You have to allow yourself to drop them off every morning & not cry your eyes out because you're going to miss them every day.
I couldn't handle it..
I am now a stay at home mom 95% of the week.
I still work Monday's so I can get out of the house & have some adult time.
Being a stay at home Mommy is amazing.

I wont miss ANYTHING!
I wont miss one moment of this little guy growing up..
And for that I am truly happy..
And thankful!
Thankful that my husband works so hard to allow me to be at home raising our little wonder.

the Most special boy in ALL the land!

The baby is 1 month old, and unharmed - Hallelujah.

Our little bean is 1 month old and has yet to suffer from any bodily harm.
I'm pleased to report that Brett Miller & I are actually amazing parents.
When people tell you all that crap about how when your child is born you parenting instinct will kick in.
It's not crap.
It's fact.
As soon as his little life on the outside started I was reborn, I become a mother.
The feeling is inexplicable & undoubtedly the most amazing thing I've ever done.
There's no room for selfishness.
There's no time to second guess yourself.
You just act.. selflessly for your child.
I'm smitten.

The first month of being parents has been filled with laughs, tears, lessons learned, and sleepless nights. I have to admit that I have been pee'd and poop'ed on almost daily. Sadly, I found a brown stain on my shirt at the end of a long Mommy day yesterday... It obviously had been there for a while ( awesome, so I was too busy being a mommy to even see it ) trying to figure out what it is from looking at it is impossible ( but like I mentioned it was brown ) and you absolutely refuse to taste it so that leaves you nothing else but to smell it. I don't have to finish the story, I'm sure you all can figure out what the verdict was.

• I've witnessed our child projectile poop off the side of the bed.
• I've come across a diaper so full of poo that he was covered from front to back & we had NO choice but to hold him over the sink so we could hose him down.
• I've been soaked in pee, Brett's been soaked in pee, Eli came to visit & got soaked in pee.
• I used to be squeamish about baby throw up, now that I wear baby  throw up as an accessory I am numb to it.. bring on the baby puke!

Brett and I had the opportunity to have our first night out this weekend.

Needless to say I got white girl wasted & ended up dancing on the stage of the bar we went to. You'd think that after becoming a mother there would be things that I would grow out of but stage dancing apparently is not one of them - Go figure. I missed our Little Prince SO much while we were out but I fought the urge to bother my mother in law with "check in" texts every 15 minutes & really let myself go for the night. Moral of the story, minor hang over as a mommy = NO BUENO!

My maternity leave is drawing to an end - I go back to work on the 27th & the little man will start @ the Gateway Academy. As we get closer I start to already get more & more jealous of the women that will get to spend the entire day with my little boy... I also have been trying to think of what I'll decorate his crib @ the Daycare with, but that's neither here nor there. 

I find my favorite past time these days is staring at my kid sleeping ( stalker status I know ). I have never enjoyed a hot shower so much in my entire life. I was able to operate on 3 hours of sleep during my go go party barbie days but I have to say I dominate on 3 hours of sleep as New Mommy :)

On that note ... He's sleeping ... Time to stare at him! Until next nap time Blog Buddies! 

My Birth Story

My Birth Story, On Thursday 1/12/12 I went for my 39 week appt where the dr attempted to break my water by hand & stripped my membranes. In an attempt to avoid the potential for c-section due to my babie's projected size (8.5 lbs) we scheduled an induction for Monday 1/16/12. My husband and I left the office with a feeling of relief because we had an actual day to look forward to that our son would DEFINITELY be here & because it wasn't that far away.

We left the dr's office, I was having back cramping/bleeding which Dr. said would happen, had dinner with our neighbors ( where we joked that it could be our last supper as non-parents ) headed home for the evening and got ready for bed.. Just before bed my husband handed me some bed pads and joked that I should put one down just in case I pee'd the bed or magically my water broke. To fit his fancy, and with the thought at the back of my mind that I would NEVER pee the bed and my water DEFINITELY wasn't breaking, I put the bed pad down & we tucked in for the evening.

At 12:01 I was woken up by a huge gush of fluid in my pants, I nudged my husband awake, we investigated only to find that my water in fact had broken and that we did have our last dinner as non-parents :) We thankfully already had everything in the car ready to go after an appointment we had a few weeks back, we had already made plans with our neighbors to look after our 3 dogs - So all we needed to do was GET TO the hospital before our nerves took over. I showered and he hit the pavement.

With smiles on our faces we arrived at the hospital just before 1am, got all checked in ( where a drunk man in the ER asked me if I had change for a five. Classic ) and finally around 1:15 we were all situated in our room. After being there for a bit we realized that I was leaking SO much fluid I had liquid on the floor surrounding my bed, gross! The nurse explained that because of the size of my baby I should expect to lose a lot more fluid & I hit the hallways to try to bring on stronger contractions. Although uncomfortable the contractions weren't "ready to push" contractions so they gave me my IV with some pain meds and told me to rest. Sitting at 5cm..

Fast fwd to 7am, I awake from a drug induced nap, my dr. arrives to check me and low and behold I'm still sitting @ 5cm, we discuss the size of my baby and that it is likely that a c-section will ultimately be necessary. I explain that isn't an option and that my birth plan was to have a vaginal delivery - The dr. orders a pitocin drip & that's when my labor experience started. Almost instantly the contractions that the pitocin brought on made he BHC look like a day at Disney world. A matter of 30 minutes later I was crying for an epidural & 30 minutes after that I was numb.... But only on my right side. While my right side was completely oblivious to the near fatal ( or so they felt, drama queen I know ) contractions I was having my left side was still suffering because my epidural hadn't spread properly. After another visit from the Dr., more drugs being pumped through my back & being rolled from side to side they were able to even out my epidural with out having any removal or re-position of the epidural site.  When this was all said and done with - I went back to la la land.. nap time, calm before the storm.

Next internal check - I'm sitting at 7cm dilated. I go back to sleep, I know I'm going to need all the rest I can get!

Fast forward - to NOON!I'm finally 9cm dilated - IT'S TIME TO PUSH! I pushed, and pushed, and PUSHED! My labor & delivery nurse was an absolute saint and she continued to update my dr of my progress ( my dr was still convinced I would be shipped off to the OR ) my dr came in SO READY to tell me my attempt was unnecessary only to her surprise to find that my son's head was already visible & that I was moments from victory! They asked if I wanted a mirror to watch ( I declined, explained my Vagina is my prized possession and that I didn't care to watch as I ruined it ) then allowed me to feel my son's head as it started to make it's entry and finally at 3:26 on Friday the 13th I vaginally delivered a 9lb 5oz 21in Baby Boy only suffering a 1 degree laceration ( that means only 1 stitch )... When it was all said and done with my Dr told me that I had proved her wrong and that she was quite impressed.

My experience from there till now has been equally as beautiful, educational, challenging, among many other things that I'd be happy to share if you guys want. Just let me know ;)

I know you're all wondering now what the recovery from a vaginal birth like that has been like.. Although I only suffered a small tear & only had to get 1 stitch I am in A LOT OF PAIN.. But to be honest, anyone pushing out a large object out of a small whole is going to be uncomfortable afterwards. My urethra is terribly sore from the catheter ( which I didn't even feel going in or coming out ) and my bottom is so sore it's not even funny! Bleeding at first was a disaster but has died down quite a bit! My biggest advice - ASK FOR THE COLD PADS!! There's nothing better than sitting on a cold pad after you've tortured your vagina ;)

As for my experience feeding my son thus far, well - That's a whole other story as well.. So that too I'd be happy to share if anyone would like - Just let me know! Sorry it took so long for me to post my actual BIRTH STORY, but here you go - I hope you enjoy! Moral of the story - YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU PUT YOUR MIND TO!

6 days!

Can you believe that it's 6 days until my Due Date!

6 Freakin' Days!

I've been put on Medical Maternity leave ( started as of Last Friday ) and I wasn't supposed to go out on Maternity Leave until this Friday the 13th. SO, I'm home WAY before anticipated without anything to really do with myself. I was so anal that I did all my nesting over the past 9 months and really didn't leave anything for these final days. I guess over prepared is better than under prepared. Now I just find myself sitting around obsessing over whether or not I need to put another receiving blanket in my hospital bag or if the little aches and pains that I feel are the onset of Labor - Finally.

We actually expected the little bugger to be here by now.. I started showing signs of early labor before Christmas and I'm already 4cm dilated, 100% effaced and Teo is sitting at -1 station ( for those that are baby retarded, 0 station is fully engaged and ready for delivery.. ) But still... No baby.

I have my 39 week appointment tomorrow where we'll be able to see if my cervix has made anymore changes and we'll also have the opportunity to set an induction date for next week! I'm thinking about asking them to just induce me on his actual due date, hell I'd do it Monday but it's Martin Luther King day and I'm not sure they do inductions on Holidays - Or do they? Eh, we shall see.. Fuck - If I could REALLY make the plans we'd be going in Friday morning, but I think they'll make me wait until 40 weeks.

I'm in relatively good spirits given the situation.

Wait that was a lie. I'm miserable. Miserably bored, Miserably huge & Miserably ready to get this show on the road. I am so anxious to meet my little one.. I keep fantasizing about what his little face will look like, will he have my features or brett's - Or will he be the perfect combination of the 2? I have had moments of anxiety where I fear about whether or not everything will be 100% ok with him too.. I opted to not have any testing done during my pregnancy ( with an exception of the obvious gestational diabetes testing and GBS testing ) so we're pretty much going into the delivery room blind of any potential issues. I am sure he will be absolutely perfect, but it would be strange for me not to worry or be apprehensive about something like that, right?

I need to get back into my blogging groove - Once the Little Prince arrives I plan to really step up my game & share my experience to you all.. I've found the best education thus far has been talking to moms about their REAL life experiences, not just relying on books and such.

For you readers out there - Make sure you shoot me a text or an email to remind me to GET ON MY BLOG :) Wish me luck in the next 6 days.
Hell - I'll even blog tomorrow with an update after the Dr's office.