Finding calm in the chaos

Finding calm in the chaos

Sunday, January 31, 2010

The Sam Sam Shake

Sam is trying to teach us to do the Sam Sam Shake. We can't keep up, but we keep trying.

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Unfortunately, Jen reports that Pudge somehow learned this dance directly from Sam and was perfecting it all last night.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

the baby comes when it comes...no more bedrest

Saw my OB today. No further dilation, but 80% effaced. He said I could get out of bed and the baby could come when it comes. BP still fine. He said the baby could come at any time.

So, today, I did a lot of nesting and then took an afternoon nap. Nice!

I'm going back to work half days starting Monday...unless Pudge gets here before that.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

This is a test of the "post to the blog from Joe's phone" system. This is only a test. Had this been an actual post, something would have happened here first. NOTHING IS HAPPENING HERE NOW.

Frick. Frick. Double-frick.

My morning was best summed up in the eloquent words of Elliot from Scrubs, "Frick. Frick. Double-frick."

I had a rough night with contractions and general discomfort. I was tempted to reschedule my OB appointment just to finally get some sleep. But, I sucked it up. I took a shower. I slapped on some make up. I brushed the snow off my car and waited for it to warm up. I drove to the OB's office.

This may not seem like any sort of accomplishment. But, for a large pregnant woman with contractions, this was like running a marathon. (I think, anyway. I've never really run a marathon. It was at least as hard as running 5 1/2 miles).

I walked up to the reception desk and checked in.

Turns out my appointment is tomorrow. Frick.

I thought I'd drive through McDonald's and treat myself to a greasy breakfast. After driving through, my window got stuck. In the down position. It's snowing and cold outside. Frick.

It was one of those days that you just wish you could just go back to bed and start again. Fortunately, I can because--oh, yeah--I'm on bedrest. Double-frick.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

bedrest

Yesterday, I began having contractions after lunch. Not bad ones, but regularly every 7-10 minutes. So, I stopped by the hospital on my way home to get checked.

The monitor showed I was actually having contractions every 1-2 minutes (the nurse said, "You're in a better labor pattern than some of our women we're trying to induce right now!"), so I had to stay and get some IV fluids. Luckily, after the fluids, my contractions mellowed out to every 2-3 minutes. And, no cervical change...so I went home.

But, now I'm on bedrest. Today, I napped and watched a whole lot of DVDs. I'm still having contractions, but they're only uncomfortable and not really painful, so we're just watching and waiting. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow.

Doc and Schatzi are pretty pleased to have me home and have been snuggling in bed with me all day. Sam doesn't understand why I can't pick him up, but is loving watching the Wiggles and eating raisins in bed as a trade off.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

pregnant Jennies

I have 2 other friends named Jennifer. We were all due around the same time. Jenny went and her baby in early January. Jen had her baby yesterday.

I'm the only Jen left who is pregnant. The rational part of me wants this baby to cook a little longer. The part of me who was up all night with Braxton-Hicks contractions just wants to be done.

Pudge, maybe you could cook just a little longer and come a little early? I packed my bag for the hospital today. I'm ready when you are.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Gander at the Falls

Instead of succumbing to the cabin fever that inevitably occurs in all southeastern Idahoans, we decided to brave the cold on a sunny Saturday and take Sam down to the greenbelt. He is fascinated by the geese...and now, also the ducks, since Grandma Kaufman taught him that ducks say "Cack! Cack! [Quack! Quack!]" over Christmas. (Side note: Yes, that is impetigo on his face. Thanks, daycare).

This is unlike his mother, who cringes and runs away from any goose who looks at her cross-eyed, let alone hisses at her.

We bundled up and got out with our one slice of bread, but luckily, someone had scattered seed for all the water fowl, so we didn't get swarmed and just got to enjoy our boy enjoying the ducks and geese. And, I didn't even gasp when he tried to hug a goose and got right down in its face.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

35 1/2 weeks

Here's the updates:
  • BP still good. No real swelling yet, other than some minor cankles.
  • 3cm dilated...I know women can hang out like this for a long time before going into labor, but I was 3cm dilated the day I showed up at the hospital to have Sam. Really. Ten short hours later, Sam was born.
  • Gained only 1lb since my last check (at this point with Sam, I was gaining 3lbs/week! I like to think it was mostly fluid with him).
  • No regular contractions.
  • Joe's in Boise this week so this baby has to stay in for a little while longer.
  • Being a "single" parent while this pregnant is exhausting, but Sam has been a trouper and a good little helper. He only asks about his "Dada" every 5 minutes or so. We're watching a lot of the Wiggles to get through this week.
And that's the news from Casa Kaufman, where the men escape to Water Users' conferences, the women celebrate their 1lb weight gain with extra Frosties, and the child is above average.

the end of duck season

Last Friday, the 15th, was the closing day of duck season. Let's all take a moment and rejoice...I mean, mourn (sorry, honey, Freudian slip. What I meant to say is that I can't wait until next October when you leave most Saturday mornings at 4am and manage to wake up our babies).

Joe took Friday afternoon off and went out with his hunting buddies. (Incidentally, Joe's hunting buddies are named: Tom, Joe, and Joe. Yep, that's three Joes. I hope I'm not the only one who finds that hilarious). He came home well after dark, tired, cold, hungry...and triumphant. He estimated that he and his hunting troupe had killed almost 100 ducks this season.

After he got cleaned up, I told him I'd made a bean casserole for dinner and he should go dish himself up some. He ran up the stairs and quickly brought back a bowlful and started chowing down.

Joe: Wow. This is really good. (Talking through a full mouth).

Jen: Yeah, I thought so. I'm glad you like it.

Joe: Yeah. (Shovels some more in his mouth).

Jen: I made a double batch, but I left the second casserole on the counter and when I got back from getting Sam from daycare, the pan looked suspicious.

Joe: What do you mean? (Takes another bite).

Jen: Like Doc had maybe eated some. It was hard to tell to the untrained eye. The breadcrumbs were a little pushed aside and the pan was a little bent. But, I know Doc...I need to just throw that batch away.

Joe: (Stops eating). The batch on the counter?

Jen (absentmindedly): The batch on the counter. Yeah. Oh.... (Realization hits her). You got that out of the fridge, right? That's where the good casserole is.

Joe: No. No! You told me there was bean casserole upstairs and I saw the dish on the counter! How was I supposed to know?!? This is the dog casserole?!?

Sorry, Joe. I really am. It was completely an accident. Happy end-of-duck season!

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Sam-wranglers (part two)

Steve & Christina also wrangled Sam over Christmas at the Poxleitners'. I felt a little bad about this because they were both exhausted...as couples tend to be the weekend before their wedding.But, I shook that feeling pretty quickly and went to take myself a big ol' pregnant lady nap.
Sam played cars with his uncle and new aunt...and is now pretty firmly attached to them whenever he sees them (we saw them last weekend in Pocatello on their way back from their honeymoon).Thanks, guys

Monday, January 18, 2010

Sam-wranglers (part one)

You might remember these Poxleitner girls. They're expert baby bouncers. Well, now that our baby has turned into a toddler, they've turned into Sam-wranglers. As a large pregnant woman with limited mobility, I really, really appreciate this. Thanks, Ellea & Nicole. I wanted to kidnap you, stick you in my trunk, and drive quickly to Idaho Falls where you could wrangle Sam and soon bounce a new baby, but I think your parents were on to my plan since your dad conveniently took you sledding when it was time for us to leave.

There's always Easter. We'll be back.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

the band's all back together

The band is all back together again. At the Poxleitner Christmas party/Steve & Christina's wedding bath, the boys all broke out their instruments and put on a show.
There's Jeff on the fiddle...and vocals...and guitar. (And, soon to be drums, since he got a set of brushes for Christmas...he's a talented, versatile kid).
And, Steve on the bass.

Dad Kaufman on mandolin. That's Joe in the bottom corner; he's playing guitar. (Honey, I swore I took a picture of you all by yourself, but I can't find it. I beginning to understand why you feel a little neglected on the blog. I do love you, really).
Phil "Shades" Kaufman, also on guitar.

Back up dancer, Morgan P.

And adoring fans, Dave, Dori, Donna, Glen and Ellea.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Saturday mornings

Saturday morning Veggie Tales. In a laundry tub. With a canister of chips. And my dog.
What could be better?

Friday, January 15, 2010

taking after Uncle Kevin

Dear Uncle Kevin,
I just wanted to let you know that I'm ready to join your swim team. I've been practicing in my bathtub for awhile now. Here's my breaststroke.
I'm getting better at my backstroke. (Are you diggin' my farmer's tan?)
But, I'm still gonna need all my bath toys with me, okay?
Okay.
Get ready.
Love,
Sam

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Steve and Christina's wedding

First of all, let me say that I have been procrastinating about this blog post. Steve & Christina's wedding was such a fabulous event I wanted to give it the best blog post ever. But my sister beat me to it (see here and here). So, I'll share some pictures and the overall sentiment: Welcome to the family, Christina!!!

Here's the beautiful bride with Sam. I was sure he was going wipe something toddler-goobery on her white dress, but she didn't seem to mind. One of the many reasons to like Christina.Husband and I. Notice I'm wearing a black beaded dress with my hair down.

Now, here's Phil and Liza. Also wearing a black beaded dress with her hair down. Except she's tall and thin. It's a good thing she's so likeable...
Mom and Dad Kaufman.

Steve, dancing the night away. Unfortunately, I got ZERO pictures of the bride and groom together. I blame it on pregnancy brain.
Three handsome Kaufman brothers.

Here's Noah and his twin babies at the nursery during the wedding.
And, my awesome twin sister, who wrangled both boys during the weekend. She's Sam's favorite person...ever. I was so thankful to have her with us...and we do clean up nicely, if I do say so myself.
P.S. Steve led a rowdy group of party goers to decorate our get-away Jeep at our wedding. It was pretty, well, festive. And by that, I mean disgusting. His team of decorators used Oreos in new and creative ways. Someone dumped used paper towels from the bathroom in the seats. There were lewd drawings in Oreo cream on all the windows. Thankfully, Phil cleaned it up for us. Anyway, I was a little disappointed that we didn't get to decorate a get-away car for these newlyweds. You wait, Steve Kaufman, you just wait. Joe really had to talk me out of sticking even one Oreo on your car...and only because it was a Waldon car. Sleep with one eye open. I've been waiting for this moment for six years...

...except on the day after your wedding, your pickup self-destructed. And, even though I had nothing to do with it, I do feel a little bad. So, maybe I'll go a little easy on you about the Oreos.

Or, maybe not.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

it's the end of the world as we know it

It's the end of the world as we know it. Sam has started throwing tantrums. They start with some horrible offense by his parents, like denying him endless amounts of juice.

He gets so upset he turns his back on the offender and can't even stand up.Then, he's overcome with emotion and has to lay down and bury his face while crying. You can feel his pain. Truly. Except he does this whole fake cry thing that he can't really sell as the real thing.Eventually, Sam will turn around and face the offending parent again. Just to let you know how much you have wounded his feelings. And, once he's sure that you know just how repulsive your actions are, he'll repeat his request, "Juice? Juice? Juice!". He's nothing if not persistent. And his parents' reaction? "We'd better get this on camera!" (I'm sure it will stop being so funny the more often it happens).

Monday, January 11, 2010

34 weeks and counting

Well, we've made it this far. Just over 5 more weeks to go. This pregnancy has gone by so much faster than Sam's and I'm actually feeling better than I was before Christmas. Joe commented that about 1/10th as sedentary as I was when I was pregnant with Sam...probably because I have a VERY active toddler to chase all the time. I have not been as diligent about posting belly pictures with this pregnancy (sorry, Pudge...you're already experiencing second child syndrome), but here are a few.

Here's my friend, Heather.

And, Sam and his large mama.

Updates from my check up last week:
1. We're measuring at 1cm big for our due date...we were 1cm small at our check up before Christmas. I guess all the Christmas goodies helped Pudge grown. Amy did comment that she thought my belly got bigger every day. Joe corrected her, saying it got bigger every 12 hours.

2. Blood pressure, weight gain, and swelling are all within normal limits. I am starting to get mildly puffy cankles, but nothing compared to last time.

3. Pudge is a VERY active baby. Sam had periods of activity and had a dance party in the womb every time music came on. Pudge is active all the time...painfully so sometimes.

And, that's the news from Casa Kaufman, where the men rub feet, the women rub their active bellies, and the child is above average.

Thursday, January 07, 2010

those really adorable Eddy girls



down on Grandpa's farm there are some... rowdy little kids!

I am blessed to have some pretty awesome in-laws. One of the things that makes the Kaufmans so awesome is that they have adopted Team Eddy as extended family as well. So, when Amy & I were faced with four crabby post-nap children one endless afternoon, I called up Mom Kaufman and said, "Get ready. We're coming over."

The Kaufman farm is a magical place. You know this already. There's fun toys to play with, gates to rattle, snacks galore...and that's just inside the house. Outside, there are dirt piles and farm equipment and a bunch of grown up Kaufman boys to play with. Noah, at the wise old age of 3 1/2, has won some outside farm privileges and went out to play with Uncle Phil and Uncle Fred. They do cool things like lift coolers with Uncle Fred's new service truck. That's something you just don't get to do everyday when you live in Spokane.

Sam, as the next oldest, got to go out for a little while and sit on Uncle Phil's dirt bike. But, he's still into eating dirt and rocks, so he was sent back inside before too long. It was okay, though. He had fun bossing Kate & Glory, playing with blocks, and crawling behind the couch...until he got stuck there. His Ninang had to take his picture before she rescued him.

Kate and Glory had a great time. New toys! New gate to rattle! Big chairs to rock in! Fruit salad to eat! They didn't even really mind that Sam took all their toys from them.Everyone is happy when we go to the Kaufman farm. Everyone. Moms. Kids. I like to think Kaufmans, too. Really, it's a magical place. Maybe it's good that we live in Idaho Falls. If we lived in Lewiston, I'd be tempted to move into their basement. They'd never get rid of us...ever.