That La Kid

wishin' an' hopin'!

not to keep bringing it up

One thing I am noticing about being pregnant, moms LOOOOOOVE to talk about their birth stories.  (Don’t traumatize me.)  Well, I’ve got one for you.  (Let me traumatize you.)

I’ve said that 2 weeks after surgery I was at Disney World.  I was thinking of my anniversary, December 16th being 14 days after I checked out from the hospital.  You know what?  I can make it sound better than that.  December 2nd, I was at Martha Jefferson.  December 11th I was at Walt Disney World.  That’s 9 days!  Crazy!  I’m awesome!

I suddenly have a new burst of energy thinking about our trip this coming December.  For some reason, I had assumed that I’d basically be on bed-rest for 3 months after giving birth… so how the heck will I finagle an anniversary trip 2 months after the baby’s due date?  So.  Okay.  What?  Like, this is the one year we don’t have dinner at California Grill on our anniversary?  Poor baby.  Can you cope?  It’s the end of the woooorld…

No wait.

I was cut wide open and had a 15 lb. pot roast removed and 9 days after I checked out of the hospital, I checked in to Disney’s Wilderness Lodge!

It was no little cut either!  No little golf-ball sized cyst that was removed with 3 tiny incisions.  No.  Every doctor that I have seen since (and it’s a lot with this pregnancy thing) who sees the (like 10? 12 inch?) scar from Mr. Nasty is taken aback with a gasp and a distinct “WTF” face.  They all ask who did that to me, like I went to a butcher (and it was a pot roast – ha).  None of them can believe it.  I should start carrying around the picture of that bad boy in my wallet.

Boom.

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and 9 days later… BOOM.

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Look how happy I am!  I could see my feet!  This isn’t a girl who’s on bed-rest or in unbearable pain.  This is a girl on the mend!  This is a happy girl – glad to have that disgusting thing out of her!!!

Tom says Dr. Stadler said that I am one tough cookie.  I like that.  I am.  I can do this.  It might be a slower trip.  The trip last year was slow.  That’s good.  I can relish every moment.  Last December I was feeling like it was a new beginning, and like I had the best husband in the whole wide world.  So optimistic.  So happy.  We were both just over-the-moon excited.  You know, like, maybe this year we’ll be able to get pregnant… finally.

Not much has changed.  Tom is still the absolute best guy in the wide, wide world.  And just think of the “new beginning” that we’ll be celebrating this year.  A brand new life!

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fffffffffffffppptttttttt

Last night I dreamed that my water broke, but I wasn’t positive if it was really happening.  It was just kind of trickling out.  Mom, Trudy, Lindsay and Sunny would not take me to the hospital until after they showed Haley the great pizza restaurant with the amazing salad dressing.  We did a lot of walking through tall grass to try and find the place.

Yeah.  That’s all I’ve got.  I’m as lost as you are.  What pizza restaurant?  No idea.

I don’t like close calls.  “To be early is to be on time.”  I feel like they were thinking labor takes a while – we’ve got time.  But for me, it wasn’t about having time… it was about amniotic fluid dripping down my leg.  Can my baby live without that?  Since when is salad dressing more important than– actually, you know what?  Haley doesn’t even LIKE dressing on her salad!

All of these things that once seemed far off are rapidly approaching.  Tomorrow, we are doing a final walk-through of the house and then on Friday we’re closing!  Tom already had the power and water changed to our names as of Friday.  So, on Friday night we’re ordering pizza and watching the Olympics on the floor in our new living room.

Time to buy the kid a dresser!  Time to do the baby’s room!  Time to pack up and get out of here!  Time to move again… and not move again for 10+ years!

One thing I am preoccupied with is hooks.  I want to get little hooks to hang on the wall near his dresser or changing table.  Do not ask me why.  But this morning, after I recovered from the WTF dream, I was like, “Today’s Wednesday!  We close on Friday!  I need to buy hooks!”

My favorite place in Charlotte is closing… so I am going to bring this to an abrupt end to go paint some pottery at Our Pottery Paintin’ Place.  They are citing the economy.  I hate to hear that.  I really wish the owner was retiring to the Bahamas or something.

Here’s my work in progress:

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I feel like this whole post was a brain fart.

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even more design!

We’re making progress on Lil’ Happy’s post-uterine habitat.  We could just buy a normal dresser for about $200… but since when have we been normal?  We went to Ikea tonight and each had a quarter of a roasted chicken for $3, then perused the children’s department so I could show Tom what I’ve been thinking about.

Together, we created this:

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I think this might be overkill for a nursery, a baby doesn’t need all that, but there’s no sense in redoing it for a little kid in 2-3 years.  We might as well set it up now, right?

The piece in the center is that toy chest/bench/desk that I’ve been talking about since, well, forever.

I also love, love, LOVE this idea that I saw on Pinterest.  I LOVE children’s books!  We have a whole bookshelf full, and this way I can display the covers of my favorites.  And wouldn’t you know it… these shelves are Ikea!

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Designing for our little guy is already a challenge… just because it’s not what I’ve had in mind all this time.  I need to take the quilt into the store and make sure I love it with the lime green – jury’s still out on that.  If I hate it, green can easily be replaced with blue:

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or birch!

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The green is obviously my favorite, and it works with the under-crib storage that I love so much, and I like it with red.

I can’t wait to see it all come together.  Part of me thinks I should just keep it a secret until it’s all put together and awesome… but I’m assuming that you, like Tom, can’t grasp my final vision.  So, you’ll still be happily surprised to see it all come together AND I can do something with this excess nesting energy, since I can’t actually nest yet.

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it’s my beach house…

I got upset in the Outer Banks.  I was cryin’.

Tom was amazing.

Earlier in the week, we had been to the Cape Hatteras lighthouse.  They are a National Park, so they sell these National Park Passports.  You can get your passport stamped at every National Park.  The only ones I’ve been to are Cape Hatteras and Jamestown.  So, in the car driving around Buxton, Tom was saying wouldn’t it be neat if that was something we did with our son.  Every year we take a trip to get his National Parks Passport stamped.  Sometimes we’ll go on big trips, like to Yosemite in California or the Grand Canyon in Arizona.  Other times, the trips will be closer to home, like Hatteras or Jamestown.  At Christmas, we’ll present options, and Little Mr. Happy gets to make the final choice.

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Anyway, so I’m crying… and Tom starts talking to me about taking our son to Hatteras.  He described how our little boy will stamp his passport all by himself, then turn around and show his mom and dad.  Smiling.  So excited.  So proud – we’ll all be proud.  We’ll walk around and explore the old lighthouse site, and the Keeper’s Quarters, and I’ll say, “the last time we were here, you were in Mommy’s tummy.”

It was so good.  It made me so happy – turned my frown upside-down!  Someone said that having a kid intensifies whatever kind of relationship you have.  So, if you and your husband’s relationship isn’t great, a kid will make it super-challenging, but if your relationship is awesome, well, then you’ll be a super-awesome family.  I think that’s us.  I think we’re going to be super-awesome.

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dear son

Dear Son, 

Your mom and dad are SO in love. 

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really! i wanna know!

Can someone please tell me why the cribs at Land of Nod are worth ten times as much as the cribs at Ikea?

Here’s the thing: when I was getting married, and debating about where to register, Target seemed to fit the bill.  We picked out a china pattern at Bed, Bath & Beyond.  I also found some really luxurious towels at Kohl’s that I fell in love with.  Basically, if you asked me where we were registered, I’d have answered “Target.”  We never got the china. I’m not sure whether I registered for it or not.  I picked some functional, replaceable, everyday stuff from Ikea that I really loved.  (Side note, it’s the same stuff as Barb’s house on “Big Love,” but we picked ours first.)

Anyway, anyway, anyway… when it was all said and done, I was like, “why am I so dumb?”  I thought about Lindsay and Trudy taking lunch breaks from Compass instead of what I really like.  I really like Crate and Barrel!  I REALLY like it!  Crate and Barrel, and Ikea.  I should have registered at Crate and Barrel!  Why was I stupid?!

Fast forward to Little Happy here.  Not gonna make the same mistake twice… that’s for sure.  I love Crate and Barrel, so by golly that’s where we’ll register.  They kiddie branch of Crate and Barrel is called Land of Nod.  All the stuff is really mod and designy and just awesome.

What’s that?  Huh?  They don’t sell car seats at Land of Nod?  Oh.  Come again?  (That’s what she said…)  They also don’t sell strollers?  Shoot.  Excuse me?  Their cribs are TEN TIMES the price of a crib from Ikea?!  W… T… F… So, the bedding and designs and stuff are neat, but I already have a crib quilt.  So, what are we looking at?  High chair?  Crib?  Dresser?  Storage?

Explain this to me:

Look, I’ll pay more money for a better item.  Is it solid wood?  I bet it’s solid wood – is that it?  Actually, cribs have to be solid nowadays, don’t they?

Okay, fine, alright, swell… I’ll give you that they’re better.  Are they TEN TIMES better?  Because, they cost like they’re TEN TIMES better.  They’re better looking.  Two or three times better looking than Ikea cribs, but are they ten times better looking?  I’m not so sure about that.

Notice in my opening sentence I said, “why are they worth more?”  I’m not saying they’re not… I’m just saying that I don’t see it.

So.  Anyway.  We registered at Target.  Everything that I loved at Land of Nod (the Puj tub, the Skip Hop Tubby bath toy organizer, the grass drying rack, the Skip Hop Hare comb and brush set… you name it) was all also available at Target, often for way less.  (The Skip Hop Moby Bath Spout Cover is actually $ .09 more at Target.)  Plus, Target happens to have a plethora of strollers, car seats, and Pack n’ Plays.

Since I can get a crib from Ikea for 1/2 to 1/10 of the price of a crib from Target or Land of Nod, I don’t know how not to go with Ikea.  The little booger’s going to destroy it anyway… gnawing on the railings and stuff.  I might as well not invest a crap-ton of dough in the thing.

EXPLAIN YOURSELF, LAND OF NOD.

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can’t wait!


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a lesson in genetics and genealogy

Might bore you, but I thought it was fascinating.

This’ll probably play out like a word problem, but anyway… Let me start by laying out some facts:

  • I have Congenital Nystagmus (or involuntary eye movement, acquired in infancy).
  • Gammy’s father (my mother’s mother’s father) had Congenital Nystagmus, which we will call “wiggle eyes” from here on out.
  • My uncle Todd, cousin Cody and cousin Dylan have wiggle eyes.

I’ve never met a person that was not related to me who has wiggle eyes.  I like that.  It’s kind of like a badge of honor that says, “My Great-Grand-dad was a Smith!”  Everyone else that appears to have it in my family is a boy.

According to the smartest person I know, Haley, wiggle eyes are an X Chromosome thing.  If you are a woman, and inherit an X chromosome from each parent, it is unlikely that you will show symptoms, because you’ll probably lean on the X from your dad.  Actually, fifty percent of people who carry wiggle eyes do not show symptoms.

Well, okay.  It’s getting complicated already.  Let me put it this way: it’s kind of like hemophilia.

The gene for hemophilia is unintentionally passed from mothers (XX) to sons (XY) via the X chromosome. A son who inherits a defective X chromosome from his mother does not have a healthy X chromosome to rely on the way daughters (XX) do.

I should have that healthy X, but not only do I have and carry wiggle eyes, I also show symptoms.  So, I’m special.  That is not typical of females.  In fact, if you check out the diagram coming up, you’ll notice a lot of the people in my family who have it are women.  We know they have it because they passed it to their children, but their eyes don’t wiggle.  They don’t show symptoms.

We know Gammy carries wiggle eyes, because her son has it and displays symptoms.  Similarly, we know my aunt, Debbie, carries wiggle eyes because her son Cody has it and displays symptoms.  My mom has it, because her daughter has it and displays symptoms.

In addition Amy, Debbie’s daughter, carries wiggle eyes, because her son Dylan has it and displays symptoms.

So, 3/5 of Gammy’s children definitely have wiggle eyes – though some of their eyes don’t wiggle because you can carry it without presenting symptoms.  Only 1/3 of Gammy’s children that have it display symptoms, because the other two are girls, and have that other X.

Those of us who have wiggle eyes are represented below in red.  The have-nots are blue, because the symptoms are not present in them or any of their children (Adam, Ashley, Tyler and Sunny would all be blue, I just left them off for readability).  Purple people, we’re not sure about.  They don’t present symptoms (their eyes don’t wiggle) but they are women, and we won’t know whether they carry it until we see (or don’t see) it in their children (predominantly in their sons).

I would guess that Joy probably will not end up being a carrier, because it is pretty much 50/50 across the board.  However, since we only know for sure that one of my mom’s three girls has it, it’s likely that either Lindsay or Haley will pass it to their children, but probably not both.  But, you know, it could go either way.

I keep thinking that if I have a boy, he’s a definite wiggle eye, but Ryan and Kyle prove that the boys can escape “the curse”.  If I have more than one kid, though, odds are somebody’s gonna’ get it, even if it’s a girl who just passes it to her son.  The whole point to this is that we found out on Friday that we are having a son.  So, we’ve got a 50/50 shot that my son will not only inherit wiggle eyes but also display symptoms.

Haley, please comment and add all the science info!

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sneak peek

These are all things that will look ridiculous on my SON.

SURPRISE!!!

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could be the broccoli…

Sometimes I get real serious up in here.  My posts are often long and probably boring to a lot of folks.  So, I’ll spare you today and just drop this little nugget:

Tom thinks that I fart because the baby has the hiccups.  

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