Archive for September, 2006

Xander in his pre-curly days

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15 week prenatal appointment

The nurse practitioner I saw, instead of the doctor, was chalk full of personality (not). She barely made eye contact, ran through the lab work…abnormal pap (great), anemic (what’s new?), than failed an attempt to find the heartbeat, the only thing I cared about, really. Since I have bad experience with not finding a heartbeat, I was not taking it as lightly as the NP. Road rage was welling inside, as she declared it was no big deal and said she’ll see me in four weeks.

I didn’t say a word as I raced out the door, to unleash all of my fears to Jason over the cell phone.

When I got home I snapped at Jason, then at the kids and went to bed. But the next day, still certain the baby was dead, I realized it wasn’t fair to feel slighted by the NP, when I didn’t communicate my concern very well and she did not know my history.

I called them back, expressed my fears, and they had me come back in. The heartbeat was found and all is good again.

October 27th will be the ultrasound, when we can make sure the organs are not growing on the outside, a brain is present, and the spine is not poking out the bottom. Is it being a nurse or being a mother that makes me so paranoid?

Blazed through the Jenna Jameson biography…

And it was quite entertaining!

Not a read-aloud for the kiddies, but fun for this mom-of-suburbia to peek into another world. Several times I was laughing out, and re-reading some lines to Jason:)

Wednesday will be my first OB appointment, and heartbeat check, and it can’t come soon enough. I’ve had this fear the baby is dead inside me. It’s amazing how ignorant I was the first time around, when I thought nothing of never feeling the baby all the way up to 25 weeks. I didn’t know enough to be worried, and blissfully thought nothing could ever go wrong…until it did.

Searching iTunes for a Bob Dylan version of his “Knockin on Heaven’s Door,”

I ended up with this Avril Lavigne rendition instead. The shame of it! You like?

Blazed through the Jenna Jameson biography…

And it was quite entertaining!

Not a read-aloud for the kiddies, but fun for this mom-of-suburbia to peek into another world. Several times I was laughing out, and re-reading some lines to Jason:)

Wednesday will be my first OB appointment, and heartbeat check, and it can’t come soon enough. I’ve had this fear the baby is dead inside me. It’s amazing how ignorant I was the first time around, when I thought nothing of never feeling the baby all the way up to 25 weeks. I didn’t know enough to be worried, and blissfully thought nothing could ever go wrong…until it did.

Searching iTunes for a Bob Dylan version of his “Knockin on Heaven’s Door,”

I ended up with this Avril Lavigne rendition instead. The shame of it! You like?



School

So the plan this year is to use the public at home school program with Isaac, for kindergarten. I am patiently waiting for my approval and supplies to get started, and doing Hooked On Phonics in the meantime. I know, I know…but it is an okay little program.

I’d also like to get him involved in a class or two, and went down to a local dance studio to enroll him in tap/ballet for some social activity. He is putting up such a fight, no surprise. He resists any kind of class setting that involves other people and is not in his home. It turns out a boy he knows will be in his class, so he won’t be the lone guy.

When we went to look for shoes, Xander was all over the tap shoes. He had to have a pair! Its too bad the minimum age is three, because he is excitedly dancing around the house saying, “Shuffle-step, shuffle-step!” at the top of his lungs. I had to order Isaac’s online, so we’ll see how he likes it next week.

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Confession…

I am waiting for the Courtney Love autobiography to be released on October 31st. I have a feeling it is going to be an interesting read.

Back in my college days I read Marilyn Manson’s first book, and I could not put it down, seriously. His music is not my fav, but his writing style and honesty is entertaining. It looks like he owes a lot of the credit to Neil Strauss, who co-authored the book, and is well known for his biographies.

And on that note…I think I’ll have to look into more of Strauss’ books. How to Make Love Like a Porn Star: A Cautionary Tale, he authored with Jenna Jameson looks like another good one.

It wasn’t 12 year old girls at the American Idol concert

Kathleen invited me to the American Idol concert tonight. I predicted tweens, but it was Grandma who sat by me. She was hilarious, filing her nails during intermission. Then while Chris Daughtry was belting out, Led Zepplin (I think), with a deafening volume, Grandma carefully pulls out some hand lotion and lathers up.

It wasn’t a concert I would pick on my own, but I had fun! It was fun singing along to Gladys Knight, Elton John, Aretha, Queen, even though the singers sounded a bit karaoke-ish.

My sister just informed me Regina Spektor, my new crush, will be playing at The Crystal Ballroom here in Portland on October 25th!!!!! Anyone else want to go with us?

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ah la la la life goes on!

Me and a couple of kids took a little trip to Seattle the last few days. I am home now, and wearing the biggest, ugliest plaid nightgown well into the afternoon.

It was a fun trip. I met some super cool mamas, I’ve known online for the last 2+ years, plus I got to have dinner with my friend Jen. You can see all the pics I took on my Flickr.

This is my fav. Isaac has a ridiculously HUGE stick for picking up jellyfish.

I am trying to figure out how to allow songs to be played on my blog. My sister introduced me to Regina Spektor and I can’t stop playing this song, Fidelity. I’m boppin’ around the house to it all day.

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Now you can bop around your house too

Regina Spektor, Fidelity

Regina Spektor, Samson