Happy Fathers Day!

Happy Fathers Day to all of the amazing fathers out there!

Especially my wonderful husband....

Who will make funny faces with my daughter...


Ride any ride at disneyland 100 times because she loves them or even go to disneyland anytime she wants...





Smile for mommy....



Dress up with her for halloween....


Teach her about starfish....


Help you finish your ice cream....


Tickle you to make you smile...


I could go on and on and on but the bottom line is we are very lucky to have a dad and husband like you.
Your a Great DAD!

Love You Honey!

Update on 34 weeks visit!!!!

So I drop my daughter off at school and head off to the Dr's (by myself). I get there and find out while sitting in the waiting room that my DR is going ofd on a medical mission and is leaving tomorrow. I think Ok no big deal my actual due date if I make my scheduled c-section is July 19th and he will be back on July 5th.

So they call my name and I go with my favorite nurse ever and she takes me to weigh in. So last visit 4 weeks ago I had lost 4 pounds. This time I gained 3 pounds. Ok no big deal. I go in and pee and meet her in room 3.

The minute I walked in I saw on the table a gown and then on the counter a swab (like for your yearly exam). So of course I started to panic. I asked what they were going to do today and she said the Group B Strep Test. Normal at 34 weeks. So I get up on the table and she proceeds to say that my urine looks good and that she will take my blood pressure. As she is taking my blood pressure the look on her face shows signs of worry. She takes off the cuff and moves to the other arm. She finishes and say that my blood pressure is very high.

She asks me to get undressed and lay on my left side and she will leave the blood pressure cuff for the Dr to retake it when he comes in.

I start to get undressed and can feel the stress. I lay on my left side and stare out the window thinking about almost to the day my daughter was born at the same time (34 weeks and two days / I am 34 weeks and 3 days). I hear the knock on the door and my heart skips and beat. He comes in and says that my blood pressure is very high and that is causing him some concern (deja vu- I heard the same with my daughter). He gets out the little machine that lets him hear the baby's heartbeat. Now on Monday the baby was laying left to right in my belly. I tell him this and he starts to look for the heart beat. I am looking up at him and I start to see worry on his face because he can't find the little peanut. Finally after more time then it should take he finds the baby is breech and the heart beat is going at a pace I can tell is not good. He proceeds to listen and I ask "Are you sure that is not my heartbeat?" He grabs my wrist and listens to the machine and my heart. He again gets that look. He turn the machine off and says I am concerned and that he is sending me STAT for labs and Fetal stress tests. He tells me that he is leaving tomorrow for two weeks and that he needs to decide what we are going to do? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? I say and he said delivery or 5 weeks of bed rest in the hospital. OMFG!!!!!!!!!

Off I go with tears in my eyes as all this bad news did not help with my stress and call my husband. My husband calms me down and asks if he should come to the fetal stress test. I tell him no but I will call him when I am done. I go to the stress test place and the very nice nurse gets me to the room and starts asking alot of questions. How far along, past childbirths, etc. After answering 20 questions she starts to try and locate the baby. She has the hardest time even though I guide her to where the DR found him. No luck. She finally finds him and says I will be back in 10 minutes to check on you. After she leaves and I am laying in the bed my head starts spinning, I feel like I am going to hurl all over the place and I get very dizzy and blurred vision. I realize I should not but I sit up and feel better right away. I see the monitor loses the babies heartbeat and the nurses who can see the monitor out in the lobby all come running. They say what are your doing? (because I am sitting up). I explain how I started feeling and they say OK no problem (they are the best nurses ever / if only I could get that when I deliver) they set me up again but this time on my side which works and I give them 20-30 minutes of a good fetal heart rate and movement. Then they want to do a amniotic fluid check (aka ultrasound). I get in and the nurse lathers me up with the famous goop and proceed to scan how much fluid the baby has. She tells me "this baby is not breech. He is head down." she shows me that he is ready to make his entrance. After the ultrasound she tells me they will send the results to my Dr by lunch and he should give me a call. OK so that wait game begins. I then head to the blood lab to get my blood drawn. That went as wells as possible for someone who is terrified of needles.
I ask how soon the STAT results will get tot the DR and she said by days end. So that was at 12pm.

I head home hungry, scared, nervous, anxious, etc. Call my husband and tell him I will call him when I hear anything.

I get home and eat some cereal and then head off to pick up my daughter.

I get a call from the Dr's office at about 2:30pm and the nurse says that DR wants me back in his office tomorrow at 8:15 (they don't even open till 9am) to recheck and talk about our options. I ask if they got the results back and she said the blood work yes (and that I was severely anemic and my calcium was very low)I say OK I will be there.

Oh and by the way he did do the Va Ja Ja strep test which was very uncomfortable.

Here I sit now packing my hospital bag, getting his stuff ready and blogging! Still nervous, more worried then ever. Am I ready for him. I kept saying I was over being pregnant but I take it back!

So tomorrow we will find out if we are getting a early fathers day present or I am on bed rest for at least the next two - five weeks. At this point I feel my body and him in it is doing him more harm the help so I have no problems if they say they want to take him out. That and I know I could never do 2 weeks in the hospital let alone 5 weeks.

Keep you posted!

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34 week DR's visit! Fun!!!!!

This morning is my 34 week DR's visit. Every visit up until now has been a easy go. Meaning I have no problem getting up and going to the Dr's because I know that I am in and out within 20 minutes (unless he is delivering a baby). This is because all he does is ask me how I am, ask if I have any questions, and then check the heart rate of the baby. Then I am done and see you in 4 weeks.

But now that I am in the home stretch I think he is going to start doing the va-ja-ja weekly check. You know the one where you already feel alot of pressure down there and he adds to that by poking to see if you are dilated. Fun Right! Not for me.

I also feel it is like getting ready for a date as you have to make sure that you are well groomed in that area which at 34 weeks pregnant shaving my legs is a task let alone that area.

I am also a little scared because my daughter was born at 34 weeks by emergency c-section. So I am hoping this little peanut decides that it is pretty comfortable in my belly that he will stay a little while longer. Not that I want to be pregnant anymore but because it is what is best for him.

Will keep you posted as to how the visit goes.

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GREAT DEAL!!!

$1 Superfruit Smoothies on July 16th.
Stop in your local Jamba Juice for a $1.00 smoothie.

Just took my daughter and she enjoyed the Yummyberry (a little tart but not to much).

So save a little $$$$ and get a cool refreshing treat.

3D ultrasound Horror

So yesterday evening we were scheduled for our last ultrasound of this pregnancy. And it was going to be fun because it was going to be in 3D.

I was not feeling very well before we left for the appointment at 6pm but really wanted to see a picture of our little peanut. Especially after I saw a friends newborn yesterday.

So I got in the car and off we went.

Right before we got there I said to my husband...
"What if they told us we are having a girl" (reminder we have been told a boy, the room is painted, clothes and bedding have been washed)
he said...
"What can we do? If it is it is."
I love his chill attitude about the whole thing but I would die!

So we get to the imaging center and they proceed to prep me. This means cover my stomach with this gel that is sticky and gross and gets everywhere.

So I have a male tech and he starts the ultrasound. Their is also a lady (teacher) in the room who helps him navigate around. No problem I don't care if my baby and I are used to help educate. They ask if I know the sex of the baby and I say yes but that I would like for them to tell me what they see. They say ok and proceed to look. They both at the same time say...... "It's a Girl!" my reaction was oh sh*t!!!!
Then they ask if they are right and I said that we were told it was a boy. So they start looking again and then about 15 mins later say they see his testicles but no penis. OK so I start getting really nervous and upset. They told me he is at a weird angle but that now they see he is a boy.

I am not sure at this point I believe anyone.

So now they move on to the measurements of the baby. They each take a seat. One on my left side and one on my right. My husband and daughter are seated by my feet. They start doing the measurements and talking about how the male tech's wife is having a difficult pregnancy and their not sure what is going to happen with the pregnancy. Hello I am laying here on my back in a very uncomfortable position, trying to figure out what you are looking at, not wanting to hear about your personal pregnancy issues. They then start talking about the World Cup! I am getting really sick now.

The male tech asks the female if what he is looking at on the screen is the babies head and she said "No that is his stomach." WHAT!!!! You can't tell his stomach from his head. Ok I am done. I tell them to stop and that I am going to hurl from laying on my back for about a hour now. The female teachers says get up and walk around and maybe the baby will move into a better position. I get up and tell my husband I am done and want to leave. I was feeling sick and very hot! But we came here to see him in 3d and they had not even shown us a thing.

So I went back in and they covered me in the goo again and started over. I told them to please get to the 3D as I was not feeling well and would not be able to stay much longer on my back. So after a couple tries the male tech kept pulling up a 3d image of a blob and could not get a shot. I looked at the teacher and said please get me someone else.

She said ok and got this young girl who came in a was AMAZING. She showed us everything, explained what she was doing instead of talking about the World CUP. She got us some amazing shots of him drinking his fluid, playing with his hand and sucking on his fingers. Why could I not have had her in the first place. She was the right person to put with a OB patient. I realize that the imaging center is not just for OB visits. But maybe if you are a OB Patient you should be put with someone who enjoys OB and also knows the difference between a head and babies stomach!

Either that or the baby really is a boy and likes the ladies!

Stay posted for images!

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Kindergarten Graduation/Commencement

Today my daughter had her kindergarten commencement(aka graduation). It was really cute.

I think it hit me like a ton of bricks that my six year old is no longer the baby, she is the big girl she always says she is!She is actually going to first grade in a couple months.

I really loved her teacher this year and wish and hope that her next teacher is a wonderful as she was. I asked her teacher to promise not to retire for another six years so our newest little one has a amazing kindergarten teacher. And if we still live in the district and go to the same school I would totally request her.

I think throughout your child's education you will have a handful of teachers you really like and this teacher will go down as one of my daughters. I remember a couple from my childhood and a couple I would love to forget.

My daughters friend's mom and have have been pregnant this year and she had her little girl Tuesday of last week. She brought her to the graduation and I immediately wanted our little peanut out more then ever. She was so tiny and cute! I can't wait. These next couple weeks are going to take forever.

Today marks the 34 week mark...

he is now the size of a cantaloupe. I feel already like he is trying to break through my stomach like the creature from the Alien movie. This is the week my daughter made her grand entrance. So cross our fingers he hangs on for a couple more weeks.

This evening we are going in for our last ultrasound (3d) so that should be fun to see. I can't wait to see the little person training to be a kickboxer.

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My six year old fashionista!

Since when did my six year old think she was such a fashionista.
Every morning she fights me on what I pick for her to wear. She said she hates that shirt, skirt, etc or that the outfit does not match (this is funny because that is a pet peeve of mine that you go out with your kids not matching). Yet she has been known to come out with a strange color combo.
I try explaining I would never send her to school or out looking bad and she says "Yes you are sending me to school looking ugly now".
Now that is just trying to get her dressed. Doing her hair is a whole other deal. My daughter has always been complimented on her hair (color, length, softness) and she is so weird about always having it down. Never wanting it cut. Sometimes I can convince her to put in a clip or headband but that is as good as it gets.

She asks me why she does not get to pick out her clothes and I told her once she can buy them for herself then she can pick out the clothes she wants.
Her response to me
"Then maybe you can pay me for the chores I do around the house" (she does nothing but clean her own room)
Smart cookie!