Please tell me this is not some crazy manifestation of psychosis...but I have been having SUPER weird dreams lately about my pregnancy. This happened while I was pregnant with Mia as well and I remember hearing similar tales of bizarre dreams other moms have had....I'm not the only one, right? I'll share with you a few of my dreams so you get a sense of the crazy that is in my brain.
Most crazy dream during my pregnancy with Mia:
Whooooo-weeeee, brace yourself. Essentially, I dreamt that I basically gave birth to a clean white baby goat. I held this goat as if it were a "real baby" and nursed it...yup, I nursed the goat. This goat would only nurse from one side and I recall being frustrated about this. In the frustration, I looked away from the goat to collect my thoughts and calm myself down. By the time I looked back down at the goat, it had switched into one of those flesh colored troll dolls with the stand up hot pink hair that you see on casino billboards. I think by that point, the craziness of the dream allowed me to wake up...thank GAWD!
Most bizarre dream I've had during my current pregnancy:
Seriously folks, I can't make this shit up. Okay, so I probably had about 5 intense and vivid dreams last night ranging from a wacko pregnancy/birth/delivery scare to me somehow slip-n-sliding down an escalator of a shopping mall with Chinese school kids, while being chased and hunted by drug dealers. Yeah. So, the pregnancy dream portion...I dreamt that I was starting to feel some intense movement (from the baby) in my belly and I can only describe it as somewhat Pac-Man style in nature where the baby was CONSTANTLY moving back and forth and back and forth up and down across my belly...AND, you could see it happening...in detail. I remember looking at my stomach actually seeing the baby scurry across my belly as if he was in some video game. Then, the baby grew larger (kind of like how Pac Man gets energy and new powers once he eats the fruit). Here is where it gets way weird...if it wasn't that way already :) This baby grew to be essentially life sized as a 3mo old...but was still in my belly...and I could still SEE him. I could basically see every single detail of this baby's facial features, fingers, belly, toes, etc as if I was looking at him through some flesh colored Saran Wrap. I rushed myself to the hospital to check this out and was admitted right away. Then, in similar form as my other dreams...this kid shifted in to being a puppy dog....still same sized, still in my belly, still able to see this puppy's features like looking through Saran Wrap. This is a bit nasty but then puppy got sick and threw up...and you could see it but not feel it because the puppy was still in my belly. This caused some concern for the doctors and I had an emergency C-section and was later presented with a beautiful healthy, fluffy cute little puppy. Then I woke up. I know, right?
The moral of this story is to NOT eat a huge bowl of Capn Crunch at 9pm on a "school night" while also watching an intense episode of Breaking Bad.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
From those days to these days..
It has become more and more of a realization for me lately that I am about to become a "new mom" again in less than 2 months. Several months ago, an old friend of mine wrote a blog about reminiscing about the "good ole days" when we didn't have a care in the world, no responsibilities and could basically do whatever we wanted with little consequences....AKA college and then living abroad :) There is something about being pregnant that seems to stir up old memories or dreams of my bachelorette-hood and life without obligations or responsibilities; this happened for me when I was pregnant with Mia as well. I don't like to read in to dreams too much but maybe some of these desires to "go back" in time are because it is more and more apparent that I have chosen (with 100% confidence and excitement) to be a parent for the rest of my life; whereas before, I thrived in the unknown, the risks, the spontaneity, the constant changes and to be honest...the selfishness.
Those days: I went to class with cash in my pocket to meet my friends at the bar for 4:00 happy hour.
These days: I immediately leave work most days at 4:00pm to pick my wonderful daughter up at day care and haven't had a good stiff drink since mid-late April.
Those days: I would pull all nighters to study for a test or get a paper done...sometimes with the assistance (distraction) of friends, music, wine or an outing to Perkins at 2am.
These days: I plan ahead, make lists, meal plan, get caught up on CEUs months before the deadline and you will almost NEVER catch me awake past 10:00pm.
Those day: I went to Madison, WI for the legendary Halloween parties dressed as a "Naughty Catholic School Girl" in a skirt that was meant to be for a 7 year old.
These days: I leave a lame bowl of candy on our porch, take my daughter out in her cupcake costume for a bit and tuck her in between 7-8pm.
Those days: When living abroad, I would "pop on over" to Paris, Spain, Ireland, etc. for a fun weekend away on a moments notice.
These days: I schedule and book trips at least 7-10 months in advance to ensure appropriate day care, funding and time off from work.
Those days: I felt sexy going out in leopard print tight pants, black boots and a skanky tight black top the required no bra.
These days: I'm feeling pretty hot if I actually shower, shave, put on make up and wear dangle earrings.
Those days: I was pleased when I made a "home cooked meal" for myself at least once a week.
These days: I am pleased when I go out to eat once a week.
Those days: I flirted with and kissed lots of guys because it was fun and "what you did" in college and in your 20s.
These days: Me flirting with my husband consists of me getting a baby sitter to watch our daughter for the night.
Those days: I loved playing poker, drinking games and dancing with my friends at the bar.
These days: I love playing with Mia, watching her learn new skills and dancing with her to her favorite songs in the living room.
Those days: I wore sexy undies and cute clothes for when I knew I was meeting up with a guy
These days: I can't even see the underwear I have on because my pregnant belly is so huge.
Those days: I spent my money on traveling, clothes, gas money to visit friends and "going out".
These days: I spend my money on groceries, day care, bills, a mortgage and meeting every one's basic needs.
Those days: I got excited about eventually growing up, getting a job, marrying the man of my dreams and having kids some day.
These days: I have my health, a job I love and think I am good at, have been happily married for over 5 years to my high school sweetheart, and have one of the best kids I can imagine with another one to arrive late next month.
Reminiscing about old boyfriends, trips, parties, etc is always fun for me and brings a smile to my face. But those smiles don't come close to the belly laughter and tears of joy I have experiences these past few years becoming a wife and mother. I certainly have had the best of "both worlds" and am grateful for that.
Those days: I went to class with cash in my pocket to meet my friends at the bar for 4:00 happy hour.
These days: I immediately leave work most days at 4:00pm to pick my wonderful daughter up at day care and haven't had a good stiff drink since mid-late April.
Those days: I would pull all nighters to study for a test or get a paper done...sometimes with the assistance (distraction) of friends, music, wine or an outing to Perkins at 2am.
These days: I plan ahead, make lists, meal plan, get caught up on CEUs months before the deadline and you will almost NEVER catch me awake past 10:00pm.
Those day: I went to Madison, WI for the legendary Halloween parties dressed as a "Naughty Catholic School Girl" in a skirt that was meant to be for a 7 year old.
These days: I leave a lame bowl of candy on our porch, take my daughter out in her cupcake costume for a bit and tuck her in between 7-8pm.
Those days: When living abroad, I would "pop on over" to Paris, Spain, Ireland, etc. for a fun weekend away on a moments notice.
These days: I schedule and book trips at least 7-10 months in advance to ensure appropriate day care, funding and time off from work.
Those days: I felt sexy going out in leopard print tight pants, black boots and a skanky tight black top the required no bra.
These days: I'm feeling pretty hot if I actually shower, shave, put on make up and wear dangle earrings.
Those days: I was pleased when I made a "home cooked meal" for myself at least once a week.
These days: I am pleased when I go out to eat once a week.
Those days: I flirted with and kissed lots of guys because it was fun and "what you did" in college and in your 20s.
These days: Me flirting with my husband consists of me getting a baby sitter to watch our daughter for the night.
Those days: I loved playing poker, drinking games and dancing with my friends at the bar.
These days: I love playing with Mia, watching her learn new skills and dancing with her to her favorite songs in the living room.
Those days: I wore sexy undies and cute clothes for when I knew I was meeting up with a guy
These days: I can't even see the underwear I have on because my pregnant belly is so huge.
Those days: I spent my money on traveling, clothes, gas money to visit friends and "going out".
These days: I spend my money on groceries, day care, bills, a mortgage and meeting every one's basic needs.
Those days: I got excited about eventually growing up, getting a job, marrying the man of my dreams and having kids some day.
These days: I have my health, a job I love and think I am good at, have been happily married for over 5 years to my high school sweetheart, and have one of the best kids I can imagine with another one to arrive late next month.
Reminiscing about old boyfriends, trips, parties, etc is always fun for me and brings a smile to my face. But those smiles don't come close to the belly laughter and tears of joy I have experiences these past few years becoming a wife and mother. I certainly have had the best of "both worlds" and am grateful for that.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
A Time for Thanks
I had mild contractions on a continual basis for three days prior to Thanksgiving. I was hyper-altert and sensitive to this because a family member of ours had JUST been put on modified bed rest a couple days before and we are only 2 weeks apart. I was getting a bit worried and ended up calling the after hours midwife hotline and requested a last minute appointment at my local clinic. I was hooked up to the monitor for about 40 min, tests we done and results were given....everything was just fine. Whew! The recommendations were to lay low, take it easy and try to relax and hydrate as much as possible over the holiday weekend. This was welcomed advice and I took it to heart.
A few of the late fall and Thanksgiving "lay low" events have included a leisurely gathering of friends and family at my parent's house for turkey day, the making of Mia's first ginger bread house, decorating our home and mini fake Xmas tree and a casual morning trip to the Children's Museum. Here are some highlights and a couple videos for your viewing pleasure :)
A few of the late fall and Thanksgiving "lay low" events have included a leisurely gathering of friends and family at my parent's house for turkey day, the making of Mia's first ginger bread house, decorating our home and mini fake Xmas tree and a casual morning trip to the Children's Museum. Here are some highlights and a couple videos for your viewing pleasure :)
Mia kissing her pseudo (not blood related) cousin, Cole at Thanksgiving...
he's an older man who just turned 3
He's SOOOO playing the shy hard to get card...it's working
alright Mia, we get it...enough already
helping me decorate the tree, this did not last long and she got bored right away...maybe next year
getting her apron/smock on before making her 1st ginger bread house
such focus...for those 10 seconds at least
This is Frosty...ANY snowman is Frosty, and he is her favorite part of her house.
She still stops and talks to him on occasion.
This is a very brief video from our recent Sunday morning at the Children's Museum with our "cat", Mia
I have so incredibly much to be thankful for, it's not even funny. Although I believe everyone is entitled to a bitch and moan session once in a while, I truly have very little in my life to legitimately complain about. Here is a small sample list of some things I am thankful for this year: having Mondays off from work, a new appreciation for Caribou, Starbucks and neighborhood coffee shops, donuts and pastries, meal planning, a 2-3 car garage, a split level 3 bedroom home, an emotionally and financially supportive husband, a funny and full of character daughter, date nights, multiple family and friends willing to watch Mia on any given day or weekend, the desire to travel and the determination to make it happen, this MacBook Air, ice cold water, butter finger blizzards, sweets, carbs, prenatal yoga classes, heated seats in one of our cars, a job that challenges me and makes me laugh, my hand held scotch-brite scrubber so I dont ever have to actually touch the nasty wet food that collects on various dishes, chap stick, white noise, DVR, monthly girl's night dinner, massages, neighbors/friends/family, and most importantly...my own continued health and the health of my family.
(The husband is working on updating Mia's ginger bread making video....I'll add that later when it's ready)
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