There's something about Sunday's that make me nostalgic

It could also be the preggo hormones that have me pleasent one moment and super crabby witch the next--darn hormones.

But even pre-pre-pregnancy there's always been something about Sunday's. So I always make it a point to go out. And by going out I mean KH and then lunch/dinner. It's not like I go out to parties or out for drinks.

Today was one of those days where I wanted to go out and no one else was interested. I really wanted Thai food but apparently even when you're pregnant you don't get to eat what you want. It kinda sucks. So we came straight home and Victor and Aixah took a nap and I ate microwavable tacos from Costco. It's what happens when you can't cook and have no desire to learn. After those tacos I had some cake that Victor baked about 3 weeks ago. Then I got sleepy and was ready for a nap. It turned out to be a 15 minute nap because then Aixah and Victor woke up. Yay, I got to watch cartoons for the next 3 hours.

I'm kinda rambling here but Victor's wanted me to blog something nice and I just can't get past this grey cloud I have hanging over my head; mostly on Sunday's, Monday through Friday I am too busy working to feel blah.

So to be balanced and blog something neutral--I'm in my second trimester, I'm fat, I still haven't seen a Dr. but maybe soon, and I feel the baby moving (mostly when I'm hungry).

I still think this is a boy and we think we have a name but I don't think I'll be sharing as my names always seem to get snatched up by people that have their babies first.

I also think I found a stroller I love. I don't know why I obsess over strollers. Maybe since I don't drive then this is the equivalent to getting a car for me. Anyhow, I'm posting a pic of the stroller because I know come 6 months from now I'll have no idea if I wanted a Combi or a Peg Perego or a Maclaran (is it sad that I know these brands so well?).



Moving on to my first born and my favorite child, she is such a little girl. She likes jewelry, she asks Dad for money, she looks at herself in the mirror. Her hair is finally growing long and it's still light in color. I bought her a few cute outfits in Gymboree that I am dying for her t0 model so I can get some cute photographs. She's also been peeing in the potty in the morning and she says, "I did it!"

She's gotten back into cuddling. She does this alot. Hugs me and kisses me and says, "I love you mami," or, "Gracias mami," like when I change her clothing or her diaper. There's something about that that warms my heart but also something that makes me sad. I guess sad to know that she won't be the only one come March, that she'll have to share our attention and affection. It makes me a scared too, to know that I'll have to divide myself between two little people. I can barely keep up with Aixah how can I deal with two?

It looks like I may finally be insured

The four of us, actually.
Yes, we will be four. The thought of that even number scares the daylights out of me. But this baby ain't going any where.

So I went for the insurance on Saturday. A trip to the Medicare Office in Coney Island that lasted 5 miserable hours. Do you know how much paper work they asked me for? I had birth certificates and passports, driver's license, marriage certificate, pay stubs, bills, yadda, yadda. And I was still missing Aixah's SS card, that'll cost me a trip to the SS office. Either way my claim will be processed within 30 days. I have a good feeling about this. I think I got it. I really pray that I do because who knows what Plan B is.

I guess this should be the week that I finally tell my bosses that I'm preggers. Once I do I won't have to worry so much about what to wear. It's still Sunday, let me not even think about them and work for now.

Sharing Pics from this past weekend

Of Aixah, of course:

Dreams about chocolate glazed donuts

Like the ones that you find in Dunkin Donuts. Gosh, those use to be my favorite donuts and now I can't even remember the last time I had one.

This morning's dreams were all about getting my chocolate glazed donut. It turns out that I'm back in school, Baruch College. And apparently the College is now serving free dessert buffets or whatever you want to refer to it. They have this belt, similar to the luggage belts in airports, but smaller, and the belt deposits ALL the sweet delights that my imagination could think of. There was everything: Cinnamon Buns, muffins, croissants, carrot cake...But all I wanted was a chocolate glazed donut.

Along comes this fat black lady and her kid (now I'm not rascist but apprently I am in my dreams, lol) with this HUGE tray. And the belt is moving dessert platters in a clockwise dance. And can you believe the audacity of this woman? She removes the entire tray of donuts off the belt and walks away. She couldn't take 1 or 2 donuts she had to take everything. That witch.
So now I'm in a predicament because I really want a chocolate glazed donut.

As dreams would have it. There is another dessert buffet in the next room over. This one seems to be an Entenmann's buffet. But I'm not interested in any of that. Until I see two chocolate glazed donuts stacked neatly, one on top of the other, next to a coffee machine. So I'm going to grab these with one of those tissue wraps and then I see a box only a few feet away. My greedy mind thinks, get the box because then you can stock up on everything in case you get hungry later. SO I swear I only walk a few steps forwards and grab the box and when I turn around the donuts are gone. WHO is messin' with me!!! You would think I'd catch a break in my dreams right? UGH.

Anyway, no dhocolate glazed donuts for me. I don't know why pregnancy give me a free pass to want to eat all this junk food. Everyone else I know goes through an organic, hardcore veggies and fruits diet. For some reason people think the more fruits you eat while pregnant the cleaner your babies face will be when they are born. Mothers have an obsession with their kid NOT having baby acne. Why is that even important? My daughter had the cleanest skin and I maybe had 1 fruit while I was pregnant with her. SO there! And she was also THE cutest baby in the NICU. And, if you want to hear something that will really make you spin on your heels--I breastfed her for three months while being on a Chips Ahoy only diet. Mine had to be the sweetest milk out there.

Monday-Labor Day

I cannot express how thrilled I am to not be in the office today. I know I should be grateful for every day of work because at any moment I could stay without one but I just honestly needed a break from the routine and from the people and the e-mails and the meetings.

I asked Aixah what she had planned for the day and her reply was, "casa de Ada." She wants to go to abuelitas house, of course. I want to go out too. Last night I asked Victor to take us out for breakfast in the am but it is now 12 in the afternoon and he is still in bed. Go figure that he was up all night playing with his new laptop. I'm OK with that because this means a littl bit of secret playtime with his computer (he doesn't want me using his computer :(). I like this laptop because it has a nicely-sized screen. I'm just salivating over editing photos on this screen, lol. Now only if my husband would be kind enough...sigh.

So this weekend we did the following:
Saturday-Took Aixah to the circus. Or as Aixah referred to it yesterday, "casa elephant" = house of the elephant. She loved it. Watched most of the show with an open mouth. Then Victor and I managed to have a date night. We went to the movies and we will not be going back to the Pavillion on Prospect Park. Our seats were broken as in they leaned all the way to the back like laying down on the other person's lap. And the theatre itself only had 50 seats and it was packed so the option of moving was unacceptable. Victor said that if he hadn't been in such a good mood he would've asked for his money back. I believe him because a few years back, at a theatre in Manhattan, the concession stands were all out of hotdogs. I don't know how everything worked out because I was waiting for Victor in my seat but next thing I know Victor comes back empty-handed and a few minutes later a staff member comes in with a tray of food. They delivered the food to our seats so that we wouldn't miss the movie, crazy, no?

Anyway, Sunday after KH we went to El Viejo Yayo and ate tostones. I've been craving tostones for the past week and half. We brought my grandmother with us and she remembered to bring her teeth. And she didn't do anything embarrassing like remove her teeth at the table, eew.

Today I think we're just laying low. I have to run now, Aixah is climbing the walls, literally.

Aixah's Birth Story--REPOST

Rubie & Aixah
Aixah’s Birth Story

Tuesday May 15, 12:44am
I had just gotten into bed, 15 minutes before. I was lying on my back and decided to rollover onto my left side. A few seconds later I felt a gush of water. And when I say gush, I mean gush. I called Victor and told him, “I broke my water…look there’s water all over the bed. He helped me get out of bed, and there was more water as I made it to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet for like an hour, my water still coming in gushes every so often. While I sat there my DH got dressed, paged the Dr.and proceeded to help me pack my hospital bag. We were both very calm.

At 2:00 am we headed out to the hospital. I was wearing my maternity jeans and newborn diapers so that I wouldn’t leak amniotic fluid all over the car. All the while, I’m thinking, “I can’t believe I’m going to have a May baby…I’m only 34 weeks,” and, “I never even got a baby shower,” and “We didn’t paint the bedroom,” and, “I’m so glad I got a pedicure yesterday and groomed myself you know where, just this week,” and, “Thank God my water didn’t break when I was on the train this morning.”

We arrived to the hospital at 2:29 am, and walked over to the emergency room. My DH parked in a no parking zone because the parking lot is so far from where we had to go. At the ER I used the bathroom and saw that I had lost my mucus plug (it was on the diaper and it’s just as gross as everyone has described). We went to the second floor, labor and delivery, and of course, had to explain insurance and all that good stuff. When she put the hospital band on my wrist I began to cry--it had suddenly become very real.

I was then called over by a scruffy nurse who looked like a janitor and cried some more. He loked like he should be holding a mop, not hooking me up to a fetal monitor. I was given the hospital gown and told to strip from the waist down (yes, I cried some more). I was then plugged onto a fetal heart monitor. Her heart rate ranged from 140ish to 160ish. A Dr. came and did that cervical exam (you guessed it, I cried, and then felt violated). I was 2cm dilated, not that it mattered because the baby was still breech. It was time to bring in the big boys, I was having major surgery. I didn’t cry, I asked what type of pain meds were involved.

It must’ve been like 4am, and my Drs. Assistant (who I had never met) was due to arrive at 5. My DH made the phone calls as I proceeded to be probed and stabbed with a needle. Let me tell you, putting in an IV is painful, and who would’ve thought that it took more people and a longer amount of time to insert an IV into your vein than to perform major abdominal surgery.

After the IV, I had a catheter inserted and wow, that is not a good sensation. I kept on asking why they just couldn’t do that after I was given the spinal tap. The nurse who was doing it wasn’t very pleasant, she kept on saying, “It doesn’t hurt okay? It’s just pressure.” I wanted to pee on her hand.

I was left in peace for a while and was actually able to crack some jokes. I met the Dr. who was going to operate and my anesthesiologist, my DH changed into scruffs (is that what they call the outfit). He looked pretty funny. Kept on telling me that he had to check me down there.

My DH wasn’t allowed into the OR until after I was given the spinal tap. My anesthesiologist was wonderful, I barely felt a pinch and then a small electric current that traveled down my left leg a few moments before I lost all sensation. They did the c-section and all I felt was as if some one was drawing on my stomach and then a slight pressure as the baby was pulled out. I remember when they said that one shoulder was out. I was so excited, couldn’t wait to hear her cry.

She coughed a few times and then cried, a bit. They cleaned her and called my DH over so that he could cut her umbilical cord. They finally brought the baby over to me so that I could meet her. She looked just like me, was my first thought, and so peaceful. Then my DH left with the baby and the pediatrician (I think) to the nursery, where she was measured and weighed and given a vaccine. I was stitched up and remember feeling very thirsty.

Unfortunately Aixah was brought to the NICU and I was unable to see her again until the next day, at 5am, when I was finally able to walk.

I can’t really complain about my labor. I mean, I didn’t have any complications, no labor pains, no contractions. My water just broke, at an excellent time (I was home and my DH was with me), it couldn’t have worked out any better.

Aixah was born May 15th at 6:23 am. She weighed 5lbs. 15 oz and measured 17.5 in. We are so happy to be home with her, even if she is a little fussy at night.

Welcome to the world Aixah!!! 

I'm back

For a while there I had lost all contact with this site.

My computer at work crashed and then my computer at home crashed (neither of which were my fault and I promise I can be trusted with a computer) and then I forgot my password and was just too lazy to reset it.

Anyway, quick (and I mean quick) update on me.  I'm 12 weeks pregnant today.  Only 2 weeks away from my 2nd trimester.  The baby has been kicking today like you wouldn't believe.  I call the baby him because I know, I just know it's a boy.  I won't be disappointed if it's a girl I'll just be surprised and disappointed in my motherly instincts.

Tomorrow I may try to go for the insurance again.  My Dad volunteered to go with me since he's become pretty anxious about me not having insurance. I've actually been pretty calm, mostly because I've felt so wonderful and partly because I can think of better things to do on a Saturday morning, like sleep in, hee hee.

I've been in a HUGE funk these past couple of weeks and just now starting to feel better.  I'm disappointed in a lot of things but I'm not going to let that bring me down. You cry and then you move on with it.  I don't want baby #2 to suffer from depression because I cried during the majority of my pregnancy.  

That's all from me.  Not such a short update after all, huh.  But I always have a lot to say.