Adventures in Shaving

If anyone asked me an hour ago what I thought was the worst part of pregnancy so far...I would have said the morning sickness, or the intense pelvic/ leg/ hip pains that I have been having.  I might have even said it was the worrying I have had. 

I now know the worst hell.....it's called third trimester shaving.....not just ALL third trimester shaving......the last couple of weeks third trimester shaving. 

This seems almost comical to me because THIS is the time when you need to be shaven the most.  Weekly dr's exams and then of course birth..... God must have had a good laugh when he said "I'm gonna make their hair grow like crazy....I'll make their belly hard as a rock....and THEN I'll make the baby come...."  You just so know God is a man!

I have my first weekly appointment tomorrow in which my dr will perform his "Groundhog's Day" exam (as my husband so cleverly calls it).

We all know that the groundhog comes out once a year and predicts when Spring will arrive based on if he sees his shadow or not.  Tomorrow my dr will predict when Sweet Pea should be joining us.  Of course, we realize this is a total guess...He could tell me it's gonna be awhile and then I go into labor the next day. Or on the other hand, I could already be dilated and stay that way until my due date.  However, it's fun....I'm anxious to hear what he says. 

So obviously I am getting an exam tomorrow which means it was time to break out the razor and shaving cream to scrape the Yeti away.  I knew I wasn't going to be able to reach all of my leg and that I would possibly need help.  I had help on standby (THAT is the definition of LOVE!).  However, five minutes into this adventure I had a squirmy Sweet Pea, a ACHING back and a waterfall of tears on the brink of spilling! 

This is when I got crafty......and got the job done to the best of my ability (and I HONESTLY don't care!!!). 

There might have been the use of an upside down garbage can.

I might have used a folding chair.

There was definitely an abundance of towels everywhere.

Things flowed ......and my tag team partner was on standby.....

However, being tagged in resulted in the use of band-aids....

So I reserved the right to use that for emergencies! 

I am ready for my Groundhog's appointment tomorrow.....(even though I might have zebra type stripes on some parts of my legs...That's ok....I ROCK the look!).


Sweet Pea...The Science Experiment

We are all fully aware that making a baby involves biology.....a topic in school I was never good at (really ALL science). 

Sometimes I would fail biology tests in school...and in turn, in the school of life,  biology failed me......

Our journey to Sweet Pea can easily be described as a four year long science experiment. 

We all know the steps of the scientific method.....

Problem- I can't get pregnant

Hypothesis- I think it's due to my PCOS

Materials- Loads of blood work, the pitiful HSG dye test, many many early morning monitoring appts with ultrasounds, Clomid, shots, ovulation kits, pregnancy tests, tons of tears and heartache, and all the materials needed for six IUI's.

Procedures- The fun starts on cycle day 1 with the arrival of the Queen of Broken Hearts...and the hits just keep coming from there.  Do this....Do that....Don't do this...Don't do that....pretty much the cycle was hurry up and wait....hoping for a "yes"...devastated when you heard "no". 

Results- Many many tears cried over failed cycles....and then many many tears cried over the one that worked!

Conclusion: There is something to this "trial and error" thing. 

Ok so you get the point......Sweet Pea was a very very long science experiment! 

There aren't enough words to express the joy of conquering the experiment......I finally made biology my bitch =)

Then I realized this morning, I am embarking on a whole different type of experiment now......motherhood. 

The realization (and panic) set in this morning when I had a mini freak-out about the fact that I don't know how to do baby laundry.  WHY WASN'T THIS TAUGHT IN HOME EC?!?!?  Do I wash EVERYTHING??!?!?  What cycle do I use?  Can I dry it all? 

It was all so much more complex than the bottle of Dreft I purchased!  I was probably over thinking everything....but I am so worried to make a mistake.  I worked too hard at this to not be perfect at it and while I do expect a few mommy fail moments....the thought of them coming at the risk of my daughter made me feel ill. 

Luckily, I have some amazing people to ask my silly questions too and they helped me!  But I realized, I am going to be full of silly questions......

Sweet Pea will become another experiment.  The "first child science experiment". 

Wish us luck =)


The Hair Affair!

As many of you know, I am an out of work teacher.  The job economy for teachers sucks here in NJ!  After we moved here, I spent a YEAR trying to find a job and only got called for two interviews!!!!!  I finally had to take something in my field so I took a part time tutoring job (which I hated).  After our big scare in August, it was an easy decision for us to let the part time job go (which basically brought in NO MONEY anyway).  Along with letting my job go, I let my pedicures and manicures go too.....I also knew getting my hair done often would be a big expense....so I sacrificed! 

After my four year journey with infertility, it was finally time for MY baby shower this past weekend.  I decided, after a huge internal debate, to go and get my hair done that morning.  Nothing crazy, just a trim and a style.  After all I stress I dealt with over the last four years, I think it was well deserved. 

Here's the thing with my hair.......I HAVE A LOT OF IT!  Not only is there A LOT of it ....it is THICK AND CURLY! 

Here is a picture of my hair

I often find myself struggling to find a hairstylist with curly hair experience.  The worst is when I go for a haircut with someone who doesn't understand my hair.  Once I told the lady I wanted my hair to my shoulders....well she cut my hair to there and DIDN'T account for the curls......NIGHTMARE......

I decided to go to the place I went to the last time I got my hair done.  I had it colored, cut and blown out for about 110 dollars.  I THOUGHT THAT PRICE WAS FABULOUS.  What normally happens to me is once I ask for a blowout, the price SKYROCKETS!!!! 

So I made my appointment, decided against the blowout, I wanted to wear my hair curly.....just styled better. 

I even went prepared with pictures...I wanted this:
I walked out with this:

Livid wasn't even the right word!!!!!

Here's the thing....when I called to make the appt I MADE SURE I said "Are you sure an hour is enough for a trim and a curl on long thick curly hair?"  I was reassured by the OWNER that it was.  Ok!

The poodle look took over 2 HOURS!!!!!!

I showed her the picture.....I explained I just wanted tighter curls WITHOUT the frizz. 

She asked about parting my hair ...I told her I don't want the Mcdonald's arch's on my head...she decided to zig zag the part....I was ok with that.....I mean after all we are in jersey...there had to be SOME type of volume right?!?!?

I should have worried when she pulled out a SMALL curling iron and started on my hair.  If I was doing it, I would have used a BIG iron and supplemented with smaller curls later. 

I also should have worried when she used NO PRODUCT after the curls.  I have had my hair curled before...they have always sprayed EACH CURL because of my frizz!!!

After sitting for over two hours.....VERY PREGNANT, she spun me around and the words that came out of my mouth were "You are fixing this right?  I look like a poodle".  My hair was flat as all hell on top and then curls....curls that already started to frizz.  She said "That is why I wanted to part it on the side"   YOU NEVER SAID THAT!!!!!

I asked about product .....I was told "It will weigh your hair down".....um what?!?!? 

She started to try to fix it by putting tighter curls in the top.....I feared this was my inevitability:

at which point I said "Just stop....I am out of time ....My shower starts in less than an hour..I am going to miss it!  I will play with it when I got home". 

Enter the bitchy attitude from the lady.......

Enter the really bitchy attitude from the preggo. 

I tipped her what I thought she deserved .......which I figured would have been about 15- 18% of what they were going to charge me ...

Imagine my surprise when I got to the front and he said "$110".  I almost fell over....I HAD A TRIM AND A STYLE!!!!! He was the reason she didn't have enough time.  As much as I wanted to punch him square dead in the teeth...I paid it with a grimace and left PISSED OFF!!! 

I had just enough time to run home, change and put as much product as I could in my hair to try to save it.  I took a cue from Willow Smith and whipped my hair back and forth....came out with what I thought was presentable and ran to my baby shower....fifteen minutes late...still fuming. 

I could have done a better job myself....and saved the money.....That's what I think pissed me off the most!

And then after I just couldn't take the frizz anymore.....I did this:
and enjoyed the rest of my much anticipated party =)



I have always heard about this crazy cleaning energy a woman gets prior to having a baby called nesting. I always pictured it as like the Mama bird prepping for her babies by building a nest. I might be right...I might be wrong...be really, who cares?

A serious lack of energy through out most of this pregnancy had me yearning for these days. The days where I wake up wide awake in the middle of the night and just HAVE to clean out the closet I have been avoiding. I might be sick...but I couldn't wait.

And then after all that waiting...the time arrived...yesterday...

There was no major closet organization. There was no big huge grand rush of energy.

I took a toothbrush.....to my stove.

Yep! You read that right. I looked at the stove and it annoyed me! I was pissed at the site of it. I HAD TO GET THE DIRT OUT OF THE CRACKS. I stood scrubbing with a paper towel over and over....it didn't work. And then I remembered that huge bag of Halloween toothbrushes we had....and seriously...it was like I hit the lotto. There I was sitting in a chair in front of my stove with the 409 and my bright orange toothbrush, scrubbing and wiping and scrubbing and wiping.

My stove was the cleanest it will ever be....

And I needed a serious nap.....

So I slept three hours....jealous?!?!

I still have about 8 weeks to go....so I am sure this is the beginning of my nesting. Maybe I will have that grand burst of energy one of these days. Maybe my closet will get organized after all....

One can only hope!


Sweet Pea- Apple of My Eye

So I decided to go private! It's been a long time coming. There were people I wanted NOTHING to do with that were stalking my blog. I felt that I couldn't talk openly or freely. This is just better all around. I'll be able to share more about Sweet Pea this way. I thank you all for wanting to still read and follow along!

I am finally able to say "I WILL BE HAVING A BABY NEXT MONTH". I can't believe it is February already. January sucked...seriously! I'm ready to have an amazing and wonderful year!

My friend sent me a link to this song. It's one of those songs that keep getting stuck in your head...because it is so an overplayed commercial. No matter how many times I heard it...I never heard the name of it.

How fitting that it's Sweet Pea =) Enjoy!