Pound For Pound Challenge

I posted this on my weight loss blog, but decided to post it here as well, since I have more followers (!) and probably more people click on this one more often.

I decided to pledge my future weight loss to the PFP challenge. By doing so, food will get to food banks to help feed the hungry. As I am sure you know, hungry and obesity go hand in hand. Hopefully my little plegde will help every just one person get healthy food and some education about eating healthy.

If anyone reading this is trying to lose weight as well, I implore you to pledge your weight as well.

Back in the game

I had my six week visit on Tuesday and was cleared for all activity! Woot! D was a very happy man. The first time, not so great. It was uncomfortable and felt really wierd. Last night, a totally different story! All I will say is that the KY Yours and Mine is a godsend.

I am back on the pill, which I wasn't thrilled with, but the idea of using condoms indefinitely is not my idea of fun. It makes me nervous to come off of it again. Last time, I ended up with 3 sacs. No one in my family has multiples, so I can only assume that my body was recacting to being off BCP and put out 3 eggs. I would welcome any babies, but financially it would be really tough. I think I just need to stop over-thinking things and just enjoy what I have now.

In other news, I finally figured out the sling. I'm going to take it out on a test run to the daycare center. It's only about 3 blocks from the house, which will make it easy to come back if Squirmy is not amused with the whole situation. We found daycare with an infant opening for $800 a month, which is $400 a month cheaper than we thought we were going to pay. I was really excited. The place is clean and the people are nice. There are no other infants as of right now and he will take the last spot in the baby room, which means there won't be any in the near future.

The zoo pictures

A beautiful crane sitting on her nest.



Oisin not really interested in the bison.



The bison was less interested in us.



The sheep seemed to want to meet us, but they might have just been looking for some food.



This guy was just chilling out in the shade. I thought he was gorgeous.

Our trip to the park

Today we went to Flushing Meadows Park and the Queens Zoo in the park. Oisin was thoroughly unimpressed with the whole event, especially the World's Fair Unishpere.

Babies are not impressed with hangovers

Oisin didn't care that I was dying with a hangover yesterday. It was fine anyway and he let me sleep this morning, which was super nice of him. LOL

Girls night out on Friday was just what I needed. D was up at 7am with Oisin and even though I was exhausted and had a pounding headache, I was all smiles. Things are still not great, but Friday was a huge step in the right direction.

I will post more pics of Squirmy as soon as I pull them off the camera. Having an apartment filled with house guests threw me off and I still haven't fully recovered from that.

Also, I started another blog about losing the last 20 pounds of pregnancy weight. I don't know if anyone cares, but here is the link: http://stoneandahalf.blogspot.com

It has found me

Crushing depression, that is. A cancellation of Friday night plans resulted in half a day of tears. I asked someone else to go out on Friday instead and have spent the time since dreading the rejection I am convinvced is coming. I was so destoyed by the original change in plans I had to turn off the computer. I couldn't look at it. Just the thought of turning it on paralyzed me with pain.

A simple change in plans should not do this to a person. It is not normal. I feel like the depression is physically pushing down on my shoulders, forcing me to sit hunched over.

The low is addictive. I hate it and want to pull away and at the same time it's grip is seductive. When I start to get out of it's grip, I miss it and want it back.

I think it's time to call the doctor.

Me and Oisin

2 weeks later

Let's review. Here I am the day they induced me, weighing in at 163 pounds.




This is me today, weighing in at about 137. I did just have a huge meal plus dessert. tee hee.



Not too bad, if I do say so myself. I lost about 23 pounds in the first week, most of which I would think came off during labor and after getting rid of all that water weight I was carrying due to all the swelling. Half way there!

What was I worried about?

There was one night when I was about 40.5 weeks pregnant when I decided, stupidly, to take a gander at some of my early pregnancy belly pics. HUGE mistake. I freaked out. I starting thinking I'd be huge forever. Of course, this was before I gave birth to a 8 lb 5 oz baby and had to have 3 gestational sac broken. Steph told me it would be fine. Oh-zys bitch slapped me into reality and I put away the pics.

I have discovered that I didn't need to worry, as I have NO TIME to eat. I'm already down half of the 48 lbs. WOOT. I'll put a belly pic up on Monday, since it will be 2 weeks since the last one.

I know...

I realize that I said I would stop taking pics of him sleeping, but I can't help it. He's actually awake in 2 of them, but I couldn't get one with his eyes open in his litlle white jacket.

More AW-ing of the wee man

Obsessed

I cannot stop staring at him. I can't stand not to be holding him. His eyes are mezmerizing.

He hasn't even been here a week.

The weeman

The name, the meaning and the legend

Oisin (osh + een)

The son of the legendary warrior Fionn Mac Cool and the goddess Sive. His mother was turned into a deer by the Dark Druid and she reared him in the forest until he was seven years old. When Fionn was out hunting he found the child and recognising him as his son, gave him the name oisin "little deer." He is best remembered for his love for "Niamh of the Golden Hair" with whom he spent 300 years in Tir-na-nOg, ("Land of Eternal Youth")

THE LEGEND OF NIAMH AND OISIN

One morning the Fianna were deer hunting on the shores of Lough Lein in County Kerry. They saw a beautiful white horse coming towards them. Riding on the horse was the most beautiful woman they had ever seen. She wore a long dress as blue as the summer sky and studded with silver stars. Her long golden hair hung to her waist.

"What's your name and what land have you come from?" asked Fionn, leader of the Fianna. "I am Niamh of the Golden Hair. My father is king of Tir-Na-nOg," she replied. "I have heard of a warrior named Oisin. I have heard of his courage and of his poetry. I have come to find him and take him back with me to Tir-Na-nOg." "Tell me," Oisin said, "what sort of land is Tir-Na-nOg?" "Tir-Na-nOg is the land of youth," replied Niamh. "It is a happy place, with no pain or sorrow. Any wish you make comes true and no one grows old there. If you come with me you will find all this is true."

Oisin mounted the white horse and said goodbye to his father and friends. He promised he would return soon. The horse galloped off over the water, moving as swiftly as a shadow. The Fianna were sad to see their hero go, but Fionn reminded them of Oisin's promise to return soon.

The king and queen of Tir-Na-nOg welcomed Oisin and held a great feast in his honor. It was indeed a wonderful land, just as Niamh had said. He hunted and feasted and at night he told stories of Fionn and the Fianna and of their lives in Ireland. Oisin had never felt so happy as he did with Niamh and before long they were married.

Time passed quickly and although he was very happy Oisin began to think of returning home for a visit. Niamh didn't want him to go but at last she said, "Take my white horse. It will carry you safely to Ireland and back. Whatever heppens you must not get off the horse and touch the soil of Ireland. If you do you will never return to me or to Tir-Na-nOg." She did not tell him that although he thought he'd only been away a few years, he had really been there three hundred years.

Ireland seemed a very strange place to Oisin when he arrived. There seemed to be no trace of his father or the rest of the Fianna. The people he saw seemed small and weak to him. As he passed through Gleann-na-Smol he saw some men trying to move a large stone. "I will help you," said Oisin. The men were terrified of this giant on a white horse. Stooping from his saddle Oisin lifted the stone with one hand and hurled it. With that the saddle girth broke and Oisin was flung to the ground. Immediately the white horse disappeared and the men saw before them an old, old man. They took him to a holy man who lived nearby.

"Where is my father and the Fianna?" Oisin asked. When he was told that they were long dead he was heartbroken. He spoke of the many deeds of Fionn and their adventures together. He spoke of his time in Tir-Na-nOg and his beautiful wife, Niamh, that he would not see again. Although he died soon after, the wonderful stories of Niamh and Oisin have lived on.


source: http://babynamesofireland.com/

The last one- hopefully! (40 weeks, 6 days)

Meltdown

It finally came. I knew I wasn't going to be OK forever, but I didn't think it would happen driving up the Bronx to get dinner. I was super tired by the time we left and felt miserable because I had to get out of my comfy pj's and into clothes that are too small and too tight. D got a text asking how I was and since he was driving he gave the phone to me to reply. Well, that did it. Not even on the BQE and I'm practically in tears over a stupid text.

I managed to not cry until we were up in the Bronx and I managed to not let him know I was crying until we parked. He asked if I was going to come in with him to order and I said "No." in a really tiny, sad voice. He asked if what was wrong and that was it. Full on sobbing. He calmed me down after a few minutes and went in to order, at which time I started again. I was OK by the time he got back until I realized he had gotten me a piece of chocolate cake for dessert to make me feel better. Queue the water works again. I cried all through dinner.

I was OK on the ride home and was going to take a bath to relax. He dropped me off so I didn't have to walk all the way up the street since there was no parking. I got into the apartment, took one look at the bed and my pj's, realized how tired I was and burst into tears again. I changed, got into bed, pulled the blankets over my head and sobbed.

The plan

I don't like the plan, but it's a plan. This is all assuming I don't go into labor on my own, which to me seems unlikely. I am operating under the impression that this is the way this pregnancy will end.

Monday, March 23rd: I am scheduled for an ultrasound and 20 minutes on the fetal monitor. They are going to measure WB, check my fluids, monitor the heart rate and a couple of other things. If they find no reason to induce, I go back again on Thursday the 26th.

Thursday, March 26th: Same as above.

Monday, March 30th: If I haven't gone into labor by this point, they are going to induce, since I will be 2 weeks past my due date. This is D Day.

I am not really happy about it, but what choice do I have? My doctor would prefer not to induce due to the greater possibility of a C-Section and I agree. At the same time, I really want to be done. Another 10 days of this is not something I think I can handle.

Hopefully, I'll go into labor on my own and I won't ever have to think about the plan. Somehow, I don't think that will be the case. I am fairly certain I will be induced and I would almost bet that will happen on the 30th and not before. We shall see.

40 weeks, 3 days

Updated pics I took for BPF. I figured I'd post them here too, since the ones from yesterday were not the most attractive.

40 weeks, 2 days

Please excuse the pajamas. I am getting in the shower soon to go to the doctor.

39 week belly pic

Let's hope the next one is much smaller than this one.

Bedding

The long awaited pictures!

Swing

All the pieces. It was about this time that I started to wonder if I was in over my head.


I got the frame together fairly quickly. This was actually the hardest part and it wasn't really all that difficult.


Nearly done!


The whole thing all together.


A close up of the mobile.

Stubborn baby

This child is no longer head daown, as you can see. On the left there? Yeah, that is my child's ass. The head is over to the right. More proof that this baby wants to come out a different way.

9 days until my EDD. There is no way it is going to happen before that date.

So the bedding is on! I am way to tired to go take a picture, but I'll put some up this weekend, I promise. I also put the swing together all by myself and I'll post pics of that as well.

Wedding pics, Part 2

Soooo, in the new city clerks building, they have this picture on the wall with good lighting, that you can use to take pictures in front of prom style. Of course, there was no way we could let an opportunity like that pass us by...

This is me looking like a house and D ever so subtly pointing out the reason for that.



My sister and I.



All four of us.

Wedding pics

Trying to look serious.



Time for the rings.






It's over already!



Actual, legal proof.