Posted 01-31-2012 at 01:15 PM by Krista
A few posts ago I mentioned that I am trying to become a surrogate mother. I also mentioned that my husband, J. is a not a fan of the idea. He worries incessantly about the process. I think his first concern is that I wasn’t particularly nice during my last pregnancy. If I ever had any doubt, his comment that the idea of me being pregnant again “terrifies” him solidified it.
In reality, I really don’t want to gain more weight—I am having a hard enough time losing the weight I gained through two pregnancies. I have classes, and two children to consider, also. What will I do if the pregnancy becomes too much for me? What if I have to be on bed rest?
In addition to that, of course there is always the possibility of having complications. I could lose an ovary, or even die. What will become of my little family then? Of my girls? Do I really want to take the risk of losing them for “someone else’s” child?
As I am sure you know by now from previous posts of mine, we are a homeschooling family. We are starting to teach our five year old son how to read and write. I gave him three words to learn and gave him a spelling test at the end of the week. His words were car, dog and cat.
Each day we would go over the words, write them and I would have him read them back to me. The first word he learned was dog, he knew it by heart after the first day, cat and car took a couple more days but by the end of the week he was ready and excited to take his first spelling test.
I gave him a blank piece of paper, had him write his name at the top and told him he needed to write his spelling words for me. Not only did he get 100% on his test but his writing improved a lot from the start of the week to to the end of the week. We do need to work on the way he holds his pencil though. He wants to hold it in his fist but a friend of mine gave me a great idea about breaking the pencil in half so it is smaller and he won’t be able to hold it like that anymore.
Posted 01-31-2012 at 11:52 AM by Krista
When I joined this website I was shocked at how many families choose to co-sleep, mainly because I cannot deal with fidgety children. I have tried to sleep with my nephew when he was younger, about age four. I didn’t think it would be a problem because he slept with his mom at home, but boy did he twist and turn and kick! I just can’t sleep like that. Every time he would shift, I would wake up. We bought a bed for him to use when he came over, and we never thought anything of it. When we became pregnant I never even considered having my child sleep with us.
We did try once or twice, when I was too tried to carry the baby back to her room after nursing. I would lie her beside me and try to fall back to sleep. I didn’t have a problem, but my husband said the baby ate “too loudly” (as amusing as I found this I have heard other men voice similar complaints) and it kept him up. Not to mention when I put her between us he almost rolled on top of her! Men! So, at least when he was at home, the baby didn’t sleep with us. When he was at work we often fell asleep together after nursing. This worked very well and I found it enjoyable while she was an infant. Now, however, at nearly three years old she too is a kicker/fidgeter, not to mention that she finds it hard to sleep with someone else in the room.
That being said, I recently read an article on Yahoo discouraging co-sleeping. The full article can be viewed here:
Posted 01-30-2012 at 11:25 AM by Krista
I don’t know about you, but I always seem to have a to-do list a mile long. Don’t get me wrong, I love my lists. I have been a list-maker from the age of eleven, and I was hooked from the minute I scratched my first item off. You know that feeling? Hearing the pen scratch the paper as you cross out a much hated chore is like the whispering of freedom. At least until next week!
Like most of you, I have a million things to do and too few hours to do them in. I often get so consumed with working, doing homework and chores that I forgot about my kids. Oh, sure, I stay home with them, but to honest these last few weeks it feels like they’ve been more entertained by the TV. It’s like that sometimes, isn’t it? When we have so much to get done that we let them keep themselves busy?
It’s always fun to rediscover that you genuinely enjoy spending time with your kids. After a busy week during which I wrote my last paper—eleven pages, mind you—for one of my classes, I finally felt like I could release a breath I’d been holding for months. For better or for worse, I was finished. My kids have been missing spending time with me, because my oldest dragged me outside with them and wouldn’t let me leave. We played ball, they took turns being pushed down the slide, and we just generally acted silly.
My car is falling apart at the seams and we’ve embarked on a new car hunt. The last time we bought a car I was 6 months pregnant and I used my pregnancy hormones to the max; car sales people just don’t mess with hungry pregnant woman. They are pretty accommodating, in fact.
This go ’round, though, we have a toddler with us, a toddler who is active and talkative. I made the mistake of letting him play in the first car we looked at (at the urging of the sales woman). He now sees showrooms of cars as giant playgrounds. Next time the weather is bad I’ll have to peel all the toddler goo out of my car, put the backseats down and let him explore. It’s amazing fun, it seems.
But anyway, because of that first time I’ve ruined all future car shopping trips. He expects to play in cars. It’s hard to focus when you’re worried your sweet kiddo will ruin a brand new $30,000 car that’s not even yours. Or, when he’s flashing the high beams and honking the horn with the ferocity of a big rig trucker.
About a year ago I woke up one morning and I had hives all over my arms and my legs. At first I thought it was caused from working in my flower garden because I have been known to break out from different grasses and weeds. I took a shower and some allergy medicine but by later that after noon I knew something was not right. The hives were everywhere even on my face. I called my doctor and they got me in right away. It only took my doctor about thirty seconds to diagnose me. I was allergic to my laundry soap.
Ever since I was a child I have had very sensitive skin. My mom was only able to use tide on my clothes, anything else caused my skin to get dry or a minor rash. As an adult I was able to use a few more soaps and then all of the sudden I could not use anything with even the smallest amount of scent. I had been thinking about making my own laundry soap for awhile, I knew it was cheaper but I was just not ready to take the plunge. After my doctor telling me I really needed to stay away from all scented soaps I made the switch.
Over the next couple weeks I tried a couple recipes, played around with amount and finally we decided on what we liked for our soap. We went with the following recipe -
Posted 01-29-2012 at 02:04 PM by Krista
Ah, it’s that time. Time to repay student loans, that is. My husband graduated from college a little over a year ago and now the banks who so generously lent us money to pay for his education are looking for their money, plus interest. I won’t divulge the amount, but suffice it to say that the total monthly payment comes close to approaching the total of our mortgage payment.
Is it just me, or when you’re in school do you rarely think about the day that you’ll have to repay the loans? It just seems like a far off, distant reality. Well, if you are like my husband and me, you know that the day comes all too quickly. And when it does—again, if you’re like me—you’ll break into a cold sweat wondering how you’re ever going to pay it back. The point of going to college, at least as I understand it, is that you’ll be able to obtain a better paying job , and thus be equipped to pay back such loans.
As we all know, a college degree does not guarantee a job, much less a better job. We’d all like to believe that, but in today’s economy it’s simply not always the case. In my husband’s, it is. Marginally.
I just got over a case of mastitis. This is the second time in the five years I have been breastfeeding that I have got this infection. The first time I had it I ended up getting really sick, I seriously felt like I had been hit by a truck, my body ached when I moved, I had a high fever and a very large, red swollen lump in my right breast. I needed antibiotics to get rid of it and after a few days of them I started feeling much better. The second time it was a lot more mild and I was able to get rid of it without antibiotics.
More information on mastitis from Dr. Sears site-
Mastitis means that the breast is inflamed, and there is swelling, redness, tenderness and pain. There may be an infection, so it is wise to consult your health-care provider to determine whether or not an antibiotic is necessary. A breast infection can become a breast abscess that requires surgical draining, but this can almost always be prevented by treating mastitis promptly.
Signs of mastitis include:
Posted 01-29-2012 at 09:03 AM by Krista
Lately, my youngest daughter has become quite the handful. She cries often for no apparent reason and is prone to being very moody. One minute, she wants to be picked up. Then when I pick her up she will climb off my lap, turn to look at me and start crying. I have become quite frustrated. What happened to my sweet, loving little baby?
The answer has been in front of my nose the entire time. As my husband pointed out last night, she really isn’t a baby any longer. She is fifteen months, and right around that age my oldest began to behave this way. Yes, the age of the terrible twos in upon us. With my first daughter I discovered very quickly that the “terrible twos” began (at least for us) shortly after she turned one! It seems the tradition has continued.
For me, the terrible twos are filled mostly with displays of stubbornness and tantrums. While my Khalen certainly has been displaying these traits somehow it never occurred to me that this was the answer. I suppose it’s because, in having two children, I have lost track of time. With my oldest, I knew exactly how old she was and what was around the corner. Now, I view Khalen as a baby still even though she has been walking for some time and is beginning to talk. No, she is not a baby, even if she is my baby.
Posted 01-28-2012 at 10:24 AM by Krista
This article was brought to my attention by a member of Diaper Swappers who posted it in the Off Topic forum. The premise is that any woman who joins the experiment will transform into a housewife from the 1950s, where your husband was the most important part of your life, the center of your universe, if you will. As you can imagine, the forum was full of comments along the lines of, “Is this for real?” Indeed, at least for one woman it is very real, and you can read about her journey here: http://www.jenbutneverjenn.com/2010/05/welcome-to-50s-housewife experiment.html
Now, while I can’t say that I have been an avid reader—like the 1950s housewife, I don’t have the time!—I have read enough to get the general gist. Basically, a girl yearns and dreams about her wedding day. When that day comes, from the moment she says “I Do” she embarks on a journey to fulfill her husband’s every need. I know many of you are scoffing. After all, my husband is lucky if I am even halfway sane by the time he gets home! Much less have a home-cooked dinner and a clean house. I mean, dinner is for Domino’s to sort out, am I right?
All kidding aside, I found the articles to be very interesting. Here are a few things that stuck out to me.