Friday, November 21, 2014

Popo

Last weekend my parents went out of town to visit my step-sister in California.  While they were out of town, I was responsible for making sure my 90 year old grandfather, Popo, was taken care of.  Since he is 90 years old, he does not walk any more and is confined to a wheel chair.  Basicly, my duties were to ensure he had his meals and that anything he needed was where he could reach from his wheelchair.
 
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Popo is super cool.  Back in his day he was a player, drank too much, and smoked, AND- he is 90 years old to tell about it.  Yes, he gets confused between 1 AM and 1 PM but hey, he IS 90 years old.  These days he is s-l-o-w and you have to have to wait for his pearls of wisdom.  With much patients, you will get some real insight on life and relationships.  He can totally read people and know what is going on in their life before a word is said. 
Recently, we had a 90 year old birthday party for Popo.  He always tells us that his birthday is just another day and  he does not want to celebrate.  But, this year we had a small house party for him.  After he blew out his candle he said, “This was the best birthday ever”! Though the pictures does not look like it, Popo had a good time and was the life of the party.  This really is a picture of him smiling.
All those years he took care of me as a todler, now I get to take care of him. 

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Week 30

 
 
 
This week I will be 30 weeks along and I still cannot comprehend how I could get any bigger.  It is hard to imagine that a human is growing inside me.  Each day I cherish all the kicks and punches from BabyBoy and I enjoy the playful nudges that we give each other.  Most of my day is filled with music and every day I change the genera to give BabyBoy an eclectic experience.  As soon as the music starts, he seems to start moving to the beat.

 
 

 When I tell people how active I am they always seems to give me the crazy eyes look.  My running miles are more run/walk miles (153.5), my bike miles are miles on a stationary bike (509.6), and swimming is 13.1 miles.  My mile log is accumulating miles for the year, about half that of last year.  At the suggestion of my chiropractor, I have officially stopped running, since I hurt my lower back too bad last week. It also seemed like a good time to stop running since I was asking, very seriously, if I could pee on myself when I ran.  The pros do it, why can't a pregnant gal do it?


We took these family pictures at the end of the summer when I was about 20 weeks along.  My shirt reads, "This gal is having a baby". Da misters shirt reads, "This guy is the dad." Jon's shirt says, "I am the biggest big brother," and Joe's reads, "I am the big brother."  In retrospect, the white color made it hard to photograph and I bought my shirt before I knew the sex of BabyBoy.  Either way, da boyz are excited about having a baby in the house and often ask, "Can I sleep next to the baby" and "Can the baby sit next to me in the car".  I have started having da boyz read baby books to BabyBoy so he can start learning their voices.  



I am filled with so much excitement and anticipation for when BabyBoy arrives.  I want to meet my baby and see what he looks like.  I want to indulge in too many adult beverages. And lastly, I cannot wait to be able to get back on my road bike to feel the sun on my face and the wind in my hair. 

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

If you know Jack's, Roxy is very hyper and requires lots of play time. When she gets board, she will start chewing on her paws.  More recently, she was chewing on her right paw.  You can see the scab in the below picture.  To help keep her active and to stop chewing on herself, I have been running her one to three miles a day. A month later, she is still chewing on herself.  Finally, I broke down and took her to the vet.


 It turns out that Roxy has seasonal allergies.  Really?!  Does that really happen to dogs?! A steroid shot, antibiotics, and $200 vet bill later, I was told to give Roxy weekly baths with an oatmeal based shampoo. Two weeks later, it looks like her scab is healing nicely and Roxy is back to her usual self.  

For the past week, Roxy has been looking out the back window. I find her there at all hours of the day and night.  Two weekends ago, she cornered a possum and da mister had to intervene to break up the chaos.  This past week, we found the remnants of a squirrel upstairs.  The squirrel carcass is not pictured, only the tail. 


To date, that makes (that I have seen in my house): 

Roxy 2 and birds 0
Roxy 1 and squire 0 
Roxy 3 and lizards 0 

Now with BabyBoy on the way, I have been reading up on how to tell Roxy that there is be a baby on the way.   She cuddles next to my belly bump and sniffs out his nursery but the truth will be when we bring BabyBoy home.  Even then, I do not think the Roxy excitement will stop any time soon. 

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

#Technology

Now that I am pushing 40 with a bun in the oven, I have an ever growing desire to feel young, look young, and do what young people do.  It totally made scene to me to turn to social media.  I heard that the young folk stopped Facebooking and Tweeting and now  Instagram.  So what do you know, I am now on Instagram.  (As I get more “with it” I plan to continue using BarbieandherBike) I am fascinated with #technology because within a day, my home page knew that I liked dogs, yoga, bike riding, beach vacations, sunsets/sunrises, and was pregnant. #WhattheWhat?!

Shortly after, I started following a yoga instructor who posted pictures of herself nine months prego is full expression poses, and I was like, “I can so do that despite society telling me to slow my activity down.”  The more I learned about her the more I learned about #LandonsLegacy.  As the story goes, she lost her baby shortly after he was born.  She shares her inspiration and grief with amazing bravery.

Her story hits so close to home.  How would I ever deal with this same situation?  Would God really punish me again with the loss of my baby and the loss of my mother?  Our struggles are not always fair but it is what we are given.

Everyday I get more sucked into the details of her life.  Social media has a way of doing this. She says she is reading the book Signs of Life: A Memoir.  Yes, another book recommendation that I added to my collection.  True to what she ways, I cannot put the book down.  It is about a five month pregnant lady whose husband passes away. She then has to raise her baby without her husband.

This adds a whole new dimension to me thinking that I have problems. Yeah, the mister and I get into arguments but at least he is around to get mad at.  I think about getting the nursery ready for BabyBoy and I dream about my mom knitting a blanket for him, just like she did for me and my sister. She is not here to take advice from nor to get on my nerves. There is no way to get her back. 

All of this could make you sad and make you stop reading.  But for me, it is a healing process.  It is a time for learning.  It is healing to know that I am not the only one in the world who has lost a loved one and has to move on with life.  I learn about how other women have survived without a baby, a husband, or a mom.  

In all that, we figure it out and find our own truths.

Who know that in the mist of all those selfies, I would find #technology teaching me truths of life. 

Friday, September 26, 2014

Blog Roll Clean-up

It is that time again.  Even though I hate to do it, I must clean up the blog roll and remove any links that have not been updated in six months are more.  They are good reference for those who want to read more about riding your bike across America or other blogs that I have found interesting along the way.


Sunday, September 14, 2014

Granny

While growing up, we had a neighbor that lived to the left of us.  My mom befriended and nursed Linda for many years until Linda's death.  Mom always had a way of opening her heart to so many people and doing anything in her will to help that person.  My mom loved the way Linda’s grandchildren adorn fully referred to Linda as “Granny”.  My mom loved the name so much that she insisted that her grandchildren refer to her too as, Granny. 


Today, I wanted to tell my mom that she is going to be a Granny again.  I am confident that she already knows, but Granny, you are having another grandson. The maternal21 test and my last ultrasound confirmed that I am indeed having a BabyBoy.  Last night, while I settled in for the night, I felt BabyBoy move for the first time.  It was as magical as everyone says it would be and I wish I could have called you to tell you.


I always try to look forward and embrace the acceptance of my bonus mom, Nina.  All the things that I always dreamed my mom doing, Nina has naturally stepped into shoes that I thought nobody would ever fill. Ironically Nina wants to be called “Grammy” by her grandchildren.  BabyBoy, you are going to have wonderful memories of your Granny and your Grammy. 

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Half Way

The thing about pregnancy is I can use it as an excuse for pretty much anything and it works ALL the time. 

·         If I’m running late, it is because “the baby” is tired and we were taking a nap.  One day I slept until noon and I have not done that since my college days.
·         If I am eating too much, it is because “the baby” is hungry and I have to feed him. 
·         If the music in the car is too loud, it is because I am trying to provide culture for “the baby”.  He can hear, after all.
·         If I eat too much desert, it is because “the baby” wanted something sweet.

The list can go on and on. 


For me, pregnancy has taken some time to get adjusted to.  I cannot work out as much as I used to because my energy is not there. I get dizzy more often and I am slowing down.  Usually thirty-minutes is about all I can take at one time.  To adjust, I work out in 30 minute increments, once in the morning and once in the evening. 

I used to be able to run around all day doing the this’s and that’s that make up life, but these days I have to tell da mister to slow it down or leave me at home.  I get bummed out because I hate feeling like I am missing things; but I have to save my energy for the most important thing of the day - whatever it is that day.


We have hit a mile stone and I am twenty weeks along, half way through my pregnancy.  It is hard to believe that there is another human, a baby boy, growing inside of me.  To date, I still have not felt him move.  But, I know he is there because we hear his heart beat at the doctor’s appointments.

Often I hear ladies say that they love being pregnant.  I can not say that but I am not miserable either.  I have had six days that I stayed in bed and only two week of being queasy at weeks six and seven.  Pregnancy for me, has been pretty easy so far. 

It is a running joke at our house is, “Really, I am not fat. I am pregnant.” Or, “The more I go to the gym, the more weight I gain.” There are days that I ask myself if I am fat.  To answer, I see if my wedding rings will fit.  It is all in good fun because I am enjoying watching my belly grow.