Of the post tomorrow will bring . . .
How to treat a neglected husband's ego: part 1.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Today was a big day!
Layla had her two month appointment and her first round of shots. She's in the 90th percentile for weight (@ 12lbs 9oz) and currently off the charts in height (@ 24in!). Unfortunately, she also got her first round of shots today. At first I was very apprehensive about the vaccination schedule, but our pedi (who also happened to be my pedi :)) put our minds at ease. We also want to go to Italy in August and think it's best if she has all her vaccines, so today she had three shots and an oral vaccine.
Here she is waiting for the doc. I can't believe she's already 2 months... and yet I can't believe she's only 2 months! She had no idea what was waiting for her ....
:( So sad! Three pinches and an oral
Battle wounds
Fast asleep.
Hopefully she will sleep for the rest of the day now and won't run a fever. So far so good. In the mean time, I ate a quarter of a bag of Honey Wheat pretzels which means that I need to go work out for at least an hour.
Here she is waiting for the doc. I can't believe she's already 2 months... and yet I can't believe she's only 2 months! She had no idea what was waiting for her ....
:( So sad! Three pinches and an oral
Battle wounds
Fast asleep.
Hopefully she will sleep for the rest of the day now and won't run a fever. So far so good. In the mean time, I ate a quarter of a bag of Honey Wheat pretzels which means that I need to go work out for at least an hour.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
The things they don't tell you.
When I first found out I was pregnant, I thought motherhood would be a breeze. I mean, don't get me wrong, I knew that it involved sleepless nights, countless diapers and a crying baby, but there's so much more that other mothers don't tell you about. Writing this post makes me feel very guilty, like I shouldn't ever feel this way. I feel vulnerable. Mr G and I were told time and time again that having a child would be hard, if not impossible. So admitting to what I'm really feeling is sometimes gut-wrenchingly difficult.
Seeing a positive pregnancy test for a lot of women is an amazing moment. I was in pure disbelief. So much so that I took 9 ... NINE tests. Obviously I was so excited, but even more so ... I was horribly nervous. I figured out soon enough that being nervous and scared was OK. It was normal. The first 12 weeks Mr G and I walked on egg shells. We didn't buy anything baby and barely told anyone outside of our close friends and family. I found myself having a hard time bonding with the little peanut growing inside me. What if I did something wrong? What if something happens? I kept my distance, figuring out in time that was also normal.
Now, every expecting mother thinks that they won't feel the way I'm about to describe, but I can guarantee that at some point you will. And guess what? It's alright if you do, and the best thing you can do... is admit it. You carry this little creature for nine months in the protection of your womb. They go everywhere with you... and for a while you are comfortable with how things are. Kicks and punches are constant reminders that your little one is well and thriving. You get to go about your day spending every minute with your hand on your tummy, eventually you do it and you don't even notice. Then you give birth to this amazing little being that you made. You hold them in your arms, you stare ... you're amazed. There's this high that comes after giving birth and for a little you don't care if your child keeps waking you up very two hours to eat. Like every new mommy, you're in love and nothing can go wrong. But sometimes things do go wrong. Your child cries and you have no idea why. Nothing prepares you for what you are experiencing and what you are about to experience. If your nursing things can (and I hate to say it, probably will) get difficult. Four out of five nursing mommies I know have had one issue or the other - latch issues, dairy issues, colic, etc etc etc. All of these can and will affect your nursing relationship with your newborn. The important thing is to look past these issues and see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Honestly, in the hospital I thought I had an amazing baby. She didn't cry, she slept, she ate like a champ. We had it great. Even the first week home was amazing. Then my milk came in and all hell broke loose. One night she cried for 4 straight hours, only to let out a small burp and fall right asleep. Mr G and I looked at each other and said, "That was it? Four hours for that?" Then her reflux started and she'd cry in pain and there was nothing we could do. Feeling helpless is the understatement of the year. We put her on Zantac, reluctantly I might add, only to pull her off two weeks later because she was having mood swings. Some nights after being up for 15...16...17 hours straight I'd start to dislike my child and when I felt that way I started to hate myself. How could I POSSIBLY think that way? How could I yell and say, "I can't do this anymore. I don't WANT to do this anymore!" Wasn't this what I had always wanted? When I asked myself that, I simply replied, "No, you wanted the perfect infant. The one who slept 6 hours a night fresh out of the oven. The one who nursed at the breast with ease. The one who never cried in pain from gas." Every mother wants a perfect infant, and really we all do have the perfection we're searching for... Sometimes it just comes with a little baggage. As a new mother, there will be at least one night where you will inevitably feel this way. I wish new mommies didn't have to feel this way, but at some point you will and I'd rather be open and honest than hide the truth.
Things do get easier, I can promise you that, but raising a child is sort of a two steps forward three steps back process. Babies go through phases. One night Layla will sleep 5 hours and the next couple of nights she'll sleep no more then 2. For every easy day we have, I know one or two bad days are not far behind. There are days I swear I have PPD and other days where I'm just pretty sure the exhaustion has gotten the best of me. There are nights were just the sound of my husbands snoring make me want to punch a wall. How come he gets to sleep while I sit here with this fussy baby? Then he has the nerve to think I want to be intimate and I can only imagine how that makes him feel, but I'm too tired to really care. I get frustrated at the thought of being a working mother and going back when my child is only three months old. Every other country has at least a six month maternity leave why does the US have to be any different? Both Layla and I have separation anxiety, so the thought of leaving her only sends me more into a downward tail-spin.
The one thing I can guarantee, though, (for me anyway) is that in the morning I'm thankful to see my little girls smile and I always say to her, "Welcome to a new day." Because even though yesterday may have been a bust... and I may have yelled and wanted to throw up my white flag, I stuck with it. I am a mother. I say that to myself over and over and over. You will say it to yourself over and over. Say it when you feel defeated, upset or overpowered by someone that weighs 9lbs.
Motherhood is idealized. We set our own expectations too high and end up disappointed. We compare ourselves to the mom next to us - the one who gets to stay home, the one who is still nursing 8 months later, the patient mother, the mother who never seems to falter. We are all of these things and we are none of these things, and at the end of the day we are only one of these things: a mother, and sometimes being a mother is simply overwhelming.
Seeing a positive pregnancy test for a lot of women is an amazing moment. I was in pure disbelief. So much so that I took 9 ... NINE tests. Obviously I was so excited, but even more so ... I was horribly nervous. I figured out soon enough that being nervous and scared was OK. It was normal. The first 12 weeks Mr G and I walked on egg shells. We didn't buy anything baby and barely told anyone outside of our close friends and family. I found myself having a hard time bonding with the little peanut growing inside me. What if I did something wrong? What if something happens? I kept my distance, figuring out in time that was also normal.
Now, every expecting mother thinks that they won't feel the way I'm about to describe, but I can guarantee that at some point you will. And guess what? It's alright if you do, and the best thing you can do... is admit it. You carry this little creature for nine months in the protection of your womb. They go everywhere with you... and for a while you are comfortable with how things are. Kicks and punches are constant reminders that your little one is well and thriving. You get to go about your day spending every minute with your hand on your tummy, eventually you do it and you don't even notice. Then you give birth to this amazing little being that you made. You hold them in your arms, you stare ... you're amazed. There's this high that comes after giving birth and for a little you don't care if your child keeps waking you up very two hours to eat. Like every new mommy, you're in love and nothing can go wrong. But sometimes things do go wrong. Your child cries and you have no idea why. Nothing prepares you for what you are experiencing and what you are about to experience. If your nursing things can (and I hate to say it, probably will) get difficult. Four out of five nursing mommies I know have had one issue or the other - latch issues, dairy issues, colic, etc etc etc. All of these can and will affect your nursing relationship with your newborn. The important thing is to look past these issues and see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Honestly, in the hospital I thought I had an amazing baby. She didn't cry, she slept, she ate like a champ. We had it great. Even the first week home was amazing. Then my milk came in and all hell broke loose. One night she cried for 4 straight hours, only to let out a small burp and fall right asleep. Mr G and I looked at each other and said, "That was it? Four hours for that?" Then her reflux started and she'd cry in pain and there was nothing we could do. Feeling helpless is the understatement of the year. We put her on Zantac, reluctantly I might add, only to pull her off two weeks later because she was having mood swings. Some nights after being up for 15...16...17 hours straight I'd start to dislike my child and when I felt that way I started to hate myself. How could I POSSIBLY think that way? How could I yell and say, "I can't do this anymore. I don't WANT to do this anymore!" Wasn't this what I had always wanted? When I asked myself that, I simply replied, "No, you wanted the perfect infant. The one who slept 6 hours a night fresh out of the oven. The one who nursed at the breast with ease. The one who never cried in pain from gas." Every mother wants a perfect infant, and really we all do have the perfection we're searching for... Sometimes it just comes with a little baggage. As a new mother, there will be at least one night where you will inevitably feel this way. I wish new mommies didn't have to feel this way, but at some point you will and I'd rather be open and honest than hide the truth.
Things do get easier, I can promise you that, but raising a child is sort of a two steps forward three steps back process. Babies go through phases. One night Layla will sleep 5 hours and the next couple of nights she'll sleep no more then 2. For every easy day we have, I know one or two bad days are not far behind. There are days I swear I have PPD and other days where I'm just pretty sure the exhaustion has gotten the best of me. There are nights were just the sound of my husbands snoring make me want to punch a wall. How come he gets to sleep while I sit here with this fussy baby? Then he has the nerve to think I want to be intimate and I can only imagine how that makes him feel, but I'm too tired to really care. I get frustrated at the thought of being a working mother and going back when my child is only three months old. Every other country has at least a six month maternity leave why does the US have to be any different? Both Layla and I have separation anxiety, so the thought of leaving her only sends me more into a downward tail-spin.
The one thing I can guarantee, though, (for me anyway) is that in the morning I'm thankful to see my little girls smile and I always say to her, "Welcome to a new day." Because even though yesterday may have been a bust... and I may have yelled and wanted to throw up my white flag, I stuck with it. I am a mother. I say that to myself over and over and over. You will say it to yourself over and over. Say it when you feel defeated, upset or overpowered by someone that weighs 9lbs.
Motherhood is idealized. We set our own expectations too high and end up disappointed. We compare ourselves to the mom next to us - the one who gets to stay home, the one who is still nursing 8 months later, the patient mother, the mother who never seems to falter. We are all of these things and we are none of these things, and at the end of the day we are only one of these things: a mother, and sometimes being a mother is simply overwhelming.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Pizza and beer
I failed to show you this picture in Layla's birth story:
Yes, I look like shit... and yes, I'm eating pizza and beer, but this was maybe 2 hours after I gave birth. Not only was I DYING of thirst but I was beyond starving. Besides, pushing a kid out is hard work, I deserved a nice cold one and a slice.
Yes, I look like shit... and yes, I'm eating pizza and beer, but this was maybe 2 hours after I gave birth. Not only was I DYING of thirst but I was beyond starving. Besides, pushing a kid out is hard work, I deserved a nice cold one and a slice.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Holding myself accountable
I guess Mr G got sick of my moaning and groaning about not being able to workout because of a certain little girl who hates being put down. Why do I say that? Well, because he bought me this:
This product is sort of bad ass. It has some wicked workouts and training programs, and you come away feeling like you actually got something accomplished even though you are in the comfort of your own home. I still want to run at least three times a week, but that's easier said than done. We're searching the market right now for a nice, used jogger stroller so I can take L with me in the morning instead of leaving her with Mr G at night ... only to be called back home 10 minutes later because she's screaming and he's sans boob (obviously).
And so beings the post-baby weight loss program. Thank God I only have to lose 10lbs.
In other news, this website: http://www.babygizmo.com/news/ridiculousbabyproducts2011.php is all sorts of hilarious and should be shared with the world. My favorite is the baby hanging from the bathroom wall and I plan on getting Mr G the saddle for Father's day. Enjoy.
This product is sort of bad ass. It has some wicked workouts and training programs, and you come away feeling like you actually got something accomplished even though you are in the comfort of your own home. I still want to run at least three times a week, but that's easier said than done. We're searching the market right now for a nice, used jogger stroller so I can take L with me in the morning instead of leaving her with Mr G at night ... only to be called back home 10 minutes later because she's screaming and he's sans boob (obviously).
And so beings the post-baby weight loss program. Thank God I only have to lose 10lbs.
In other news, this website: http://www.babygizmo.com/news/ridiculousbabyproducts2011.php is all sorts of hilarious and should be shared with the world. My favorite is the baby hanging from the bathroom wall and I plan on getting Mr G the saddle for Father's day. Enjoy.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
How you know your officially a mother
1. You take a bath with your child every night for the sake of being clean yourself.
2. Having your husband (who has never entered the kitchen in his life... besides to make a PBnJ) make dinner.
3. Your child spits up on you at lunch. You realize then just how much you don't give a shit.
4. Baby spits up on you a 2nd time @ lunch. This time it travels down to your ass making your pants wet in a rather suggestive place. Remember not giving a shit? Yeah, you still don't and go up to the salad bar anyway.
5. Getting to the point where you will nurse anywhere, including the back seat of your car in the Target parking lot.
6. Being pooped on. At least twice a day.
7. Talking to your child in 'adult talk' and at some point expecting an answer. When you don't get the answer... you answer for them. Does this still count as me talking to myself?
8. Instead of shopping online for a new fashionable purse, you find yourself looking at Petunia Pickle Bottom diaper bags... because let's face it....the Coach diaper bag you splurged on looks great but is so not even remotely functional.
9. Other mommy blogs become your main source entertainment.
10. You cry at any and every song that reminds you of your little one. It never fails.
2. Having your husband (who has never entered the kitchen in his life... besides to make a PBnJ) make dinner.
3. Your child spits up on you at lunch. You realize then just how much you don't give a shit.
4. Baby spits up on you a 2nd time @ lunch. This time it travels down to your ass making your pants wet in a rather suggestive place. Remember not giving a shit? Yeah, you still don't and go up to the salad bar anyway.
5. Getting to the point where you will nurse anywhere, including the back seat of your car in the Target parking lot.
6. Being pooped on. At least twice a day.
7. Talking to your child in 'adult talk' and at some point expecting an answer. When you don't get the answer... you answer for them. Does this still count as me talking to myself?
8. Instead of shopping online for a new fashionable purse, you find yourself looking at Petunia Pickle Bottom diaper bags... because let's face it....the Coach diaper bag you splurged on looks great but is so not even remotely functional.
9. Other mommy blogs become your main source entertainment.
10. You cry at any and every song that reminds you of your little one. It never fails.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
I may or may not have just had macaroni and cheese and wine for dinner while watching season 4 of Dexter. It was fabulous.
Unfortunately I did not run today or yesterday, but I did run on Monday! It felt amazing and I'm honestly sad that I did not go today or yesterday, but my little miss Layla has been very needy the last two days. How can I pass up snuggling on the couch with her? Besides, I know these things take time. I'm going to slowly work back into regular work outs... Obviously it's difficult with a 2 month old but I know I can do it :)
In other news Layla's Baptism date is set! Feb 12th. She'll be wearing this:
The gown has been passed down to each female in my family since my mother. About 7 or 8 babies have worn this gown, including my mother, myself & my youngest sister.
Now Mr G and I are onto planning.... Which I thought ended once the baby came. Oh well! We're excited to share in this very special day with some of our closest family and friends. :)
Unfortunately I did not run today or yesterday, but I did run on Monday! It felt amazing and I'm honestly sad that I did not go today or yesterday, but my little miss Layla has been very needy the last two days. How can I pass up snuggling on the couch with her? Besides, I know these things take time. I'm going to slowly work back into regular work outs... Obviously it's difficult with a 2 month old but I know I can do it :)
In other news Layla's Baptism date is set! Feb 12th. She'll be wearing this:
The gown has been passed down to each female in my family since my mother. About 7 or 8 babies have worn this gown, including my mother, myself & my youngest sister.
Now Mr G and I are onto planning.... Which I thought ended once the baby came. Oh well! We're excited to share in this very special day with some of our closest family and friends. :)
Monday, January 17, 2011
Today is the day
I WILL GO FOR A RUN. I WILL GO FOR A RUN. I WILL GO FOR A RUN.
How many times do you have to tell yourself something before you think it's true? Either way, when Mr G gets home today, I will go for a run. Rain or shine. I will go for a run. The cookies on the counter will not get the best of me, I will drink all my water today, and I will go for a run.
Can you tell this is me digging my motivation out of the closet? I put it right next to my sneakers by the front door so I see it every single day. Pre-baby bod, here I come!
How many times do you have to tell yourself something before you think it's true? Either way, when Mr G gets home today, I will go for a run. Rain or shine. I will go for a run. The cookies on the counter will not get the best of me, I will drink all my water today, and I will go for a run.
Can you tell this is me digging my motivation out of the closet? I put it right next to my sneakers by the front door so I see it every single day. Pre-baby bod, here I come!
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Why didn't they tell me?
When I was pregnant everyone told me that the swing would be my best friend. That baby would LOVE the swing and it'd save my life with a cranky baby on more than one occasion. Too bad my child hates the swing. We originally registered for the Fisher Price Lamb Swing but soon after Fisher Price recalled a shit ton of their products. Of course being new expecting parents (and thus making us overly paranoid) we took that swing off our registry and added this:
Mr G and I were all, "OMG! It's got an iPod adaptor! And it doubles as a bouncy seat! SWEET!" Too bad our child feels that this expensive piece of supposed baby love is some form of ancient chinese torture. I blame it on the positioning of the seat. It doesn't seem very comfortable and L didn't fit into properly until she was roughly 9lbs. Every now and then we'll test the swing out and I'll get about 10-15 minutes of freedom before she starts screaming.... and I mean screaming.
Oh, she also spits out pacifiers.
So this is where I go all don't expect your kid to like everything because they won't and I wish someone would've honest with me. There are also a lot of 'baby gimmicks' - i.e. those swaddle blankets (the ones that look like a straight jacket) and in my opinion bouncy seats. We had a bouncy seat, opened it when L was about a month old and returned it because she was already too big. What I do know is my Moby wrap is a God send and Aden and Anais swaddleplus blankets are amazing. I wish I had splurged on a BugaBoo instead of thinking that the PegPerego with the bassinet already attached was easier (oh, and PS - while I LOVE our PegPerego carseat... that MotherEffer is so heavy. Like ridiculously heavy). So, for those mommies I know who just found out they are expecting ... if you want my advice, register for the basics and go with the flow. Ask for gift cards and don't open everything you get when you get it. Half you won't use. And if you are having a girl ... be prepared to get clothes and almost only clothes. I mean, admit it ... buying a highchair isn't nearly as much fun as buying a pink frilly pair of Juciy baby PJs.
Mr G and I were all, "OMG! It's got an iPod adaptor! And it doubles as a bouncy seat! SWEET!" Too bad our child feels that this expensive piece of supposed baby love is some form of ancient chinese torture. I blame it on the positioning of the seat. It doesn't seem very comfortable and L didn't fit into properly until she was roughly 9lbs. Every now and then we'll test the swing out and I'll get about 10-15 minutes of freedom before she starts screaming.... and I mean screaming.
Oh, she also spits out pacifiers.
So this is where I go all don't expect your kid to like everything because they won't and I wish someone would've honest with me. There are also a lot of 'baby gimmicks' - i.e. those swaddle blankets (the ones that look like a straight jacket) and in my opinion bouncy seats. We had a bouncy seat, opened it when L was about a month old and returned it because she was already too big. What I do know is my Moby wrap is a God send and Aden and Anais swaddleplus blankets are amazing. I wish I had splurged on a BugaBoo instead of thinking that the PegPerego with the bassinet already attached was easier (oh, and PS - while I LOVE our PegPerego carseat... that MotherEffer is so heavy. Like ridiculously heavy). So, for those mommies I know who just found out they are expecting ... if you want my advice, register for the basics and go with the flow. Ask for gift cards and don't open everything you get when you get it. Half you won't use. And if you are having a girl ... be prepared to get clothes and almost only clothes. I mean, admit it ... buying a highchair isn't nearly as much fun as buying a pink frilly pair of Juciy baby PJs.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Where does time go?
I'm starting to think time disappears with the socks from the dryer. That proverbial black hole is damn annoying.
When did she get this big???
When did she get this big???
Monday, January 10, 2011
I haz anxiety.
Full-on separation anxiety coupled with a resentful attitude towards the rest of the world - particularly my husband, the poor ass. Let me first start this post by telling you I'm typing with one hand. The other is currently cradling the baby at my breast. She's gotta eat, I have to blog. Win win. Too bad I should be getting rest .... Oh, well there's always coffee.
Now, about this anxiety bullshit. This kid can't be in another room without me wanting to have a breakdown. Especially if she is awake. I know my child is only 2 months old but I can't help but feel the constant need to make sure she is entertained. I also need to know that she knows I'm here and haven't left her. All someone had to do was tell me that babies fear being left alone and that was it. Forget the fact that I know when she throws her little hands up while she's sleeping that means she thinks she's falling. I die. Seriously.
Ok, back to the anxiety. I also have it when she's with me. For instance, right now she's is swaddled and I can't help but think over and over: is she comfortable? is she hot? cold? does she have a full belly? of course she does, she just ate. is her reflux bothering her? she didn't burp, she needs to burp. why won't she sleep. she needs to sleep. poor thing has been up for the last two hours. do i need to change her diaper again. maybe i'll change it just so its fresh. This b.s. goes on and on and on and on until I finally drive myself up the wall or snap on my husband - which ever inevitably comes first. Last few times I've snapped on hubby who has been at the tippy top of my shit list since his beautiful daughter entered this world.
I have to say that I am one of the lucky ones. He changes diapers, helps clean up after dinner, helps around the house and all that good stuff, but dammit, he can be a mega a-hole when he wants. Granted, we all can. But shit ... this guy is good at it. Instead of just letting me rant and rave and taking me snapping on him like a man, he fights back... hard. NOT what I want or need. Just come over and say, "Babe, let me take the baby from you that's been screaming and/or wiggling since 4am. Get some rest and clear your head." But noooooooooooooooooooooo. I get the yelling back hubby and that, of course, starts WW3. FAB.
So my anxiety right now is eating into everything. Yes, it's only been 2 months but this is hard. Like really ridiculously hard and I don't want to go back to work but I may have to and the thought of leaving her with anyone just kills me and .. ugh. I need to go to bed. My head is going to explode.
Now, about this anxiety bullshit. This kid can't be in another room without me wanting to have a breakdown. Especially if she is awake. I know my child is only 2 months old but I can't help but feel the constant need to make sure she is entertained. I also need to know that she knows I'm here and haven't left her. All someone had to do was tell me that babies fear being left alone and that was it. Forget the fact that I know when she throws her little hands up while she's sleeping that means she thinks she's falling. I die. Seriously.
Ok, back to the anxiety. I also have it when she's with me. For instance, right now she's is swaddled and I can't help but think over and over: is she comfortable? is she hot? cold? does she have a full belly? of course she does, she just ate. is her reflux bothering her? she didn't burp, she needs to burp. why won't she sleep. she needs to sleep. poor thing has been up for the last two hours. do i need to change her diaper again. maybe i'll change it just so its fresh. This b.s. goes on and on and on and on until I finally drive myself up the wall or snap on my husband - which ever inevitably comes first. Last few times I've snapped on hubby who has been at the tippy top of my shit list since his beautiful daughter entered this world.
I have to say that I am one of the lucky ones. He changes diapers, helps clean up after dinner, helps around the house and all that good stuff, but dammit, he can be a mega a-hole when he wants. Granted, we all can. But shit ... this guy is good at it. Instead of just letting me rant and rave and taking me snapping on him like a man, he fights back... hard. NOT what I want or need. Just come over and say, "Babe, let me take the baby from you that's been screaming and/or wiggling since 4am. Get some rest and clear your head." But noooooooooooooooooooooo. I get the yelling back hubby and that, of course, starts WW3. FAB.
So my anxiety right now is eating into everything. Yes, it's only been 2 months but this is hard. Like really ridiculously hard and I don't want to go back to work but I may have to and the thought of leaving her with anyone just kills me and .. ugh. I need to go to bed. My head is going to explode.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Furbabies
Oprah today is about animals. All sorts of fluffy, cuddly and cute animals. Besides the obligatory Oprah make-you-cry story she pushed the ever so important issue of rescue and adoption.
I've seen both worlds. Growing up I had an amazing purebred Golden Retriever, Boomer. He came from champion bloodlines, his father and grandfather winning Best of Breed at Westminster. He was the light of my life for 7 years until he was diagnosed with Cushings Disease. We ended his suffering only 48 hours after his diagnosis. After I lost him, I decided that the next animal I bring into my life would be a rescue.
Enter the cats. 4 years ago Mr G and I adopted these two crazy kitties:
Rocco
Bella
And three years ago we adopted this cow:
Luciano - we call him Lucky. Yes, as in Lucky Luciano. He's a mobster. What can we say?
We adopted all three cats from the same no kill rescue. It was the best thing we've ever done. I seriously think that rescue animals know that you saved them. I've never met three more loving, caring and gentle cats as these three.
As much as I want another purebred Golden in the future, I think Mr G. and I will head down to our local shelter and rescue. We plan on doing this when L is old enough to pick out her dog. I remember the day I brought my puppy home and I cannot wait for Layla to experience the same thing with a dog that she can say she rescued :)
I've seen both worlds. Growing up I had an amazing purebred Golden Retriever, Boomer. He came from champion bloodlines, his father and grandfather winning Best of Breed at Westminster. He was the light of my life for 7 years until he was diagnosed with Cushings Disease. We ended his suffering only 48 hours after his diagnosis. After I lost him, I decided that the next animal I bring into my life would be a rescue.
Enter the cats. 4 years ago Mr G and I adopted these two crazy kitties:
Rocco
Bella
And three years ago we adopted this cow:
Luciano - we call him Lucky. Yes, as in Lucky Luciano. He's a mobster. What can we say?
We adopted all three cats from the same no kill rescue. It was the best thing we've ever done. I seriously think that rescue animals know that you saved them. I've never met three more loving, caring and gentle cats as these three.
As much as I want another purebred Golden in the future, I think Mr G. and I will head down to our local shelter and rescue. We plan on doing this when L is old enough to pick out her dog. I remember the day I brought my puppy home and I cannot wait for Layla to experience the same thing with a dog that she can say she rescued :)
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Are you there motivation? It's me, Mrs. G
Motivation = 0. A big fat, round 0. Oddly enough, 0 also resembles my middle section at the current moment. Yes, yes, I know I just pushed a baby out 7 weeks ago today (HOLY CRAP. it's been 7 weeks!?), but I feel like a fatty. When I do finally get up and dressed I simply do not have the energy to move from the gilder after feeding L. Today was supposed to be my first day back in the gym, and I should be taking advantage, but I'm sitting for the first time in 7 weeks *not* holding a baby and I'm so comfy and Layla is sleeping with my sister in my bed right now and it's so cute and that episode of 16 and pregnant that I didn't see is on and the baby's room needs to be vacuumed and there's laundry that needs to be done and the list of obvious excuses can go on and on and on. Besides, I'm just freakin' tired.
Where are you motivation? Please come to me soon ... I think I'm just going to have to get my ass up and go to the gym regardless of how I feel. ::Yawn:: I'll do it tomorrow.
Where are you motivation? Please come to me soon ... I think I'm just going to have to get my ass up and go to the gym regardless of how I feel. ::Yawn:: I'll do it tomorrow.
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