The Worrywart in me

I thought this pregnancy would be different. I thought that since I had done this before, that I should just lay back and take it easy and not worry since it ain’t my first rodeo.  However, I’m starting to see it creep in…slowly.  It started Saturday night after Parker’s party.  I woke up about 2am, tossing and turning and unable to fall back asleep.  Not wanting to wake my husband, I decided to go downstairs to see if I could fall asleep on the sofa (the most comfortable place in the house during my last pregnancy), but alas, no luck there either.

I started to think about all the preparations that I needed to make for the new baby… cleaning out the guest room, organizing the closets, installing a fan, picking out furniture, figuring out what to do with all the STUFF in the guest room (old bluprints and design boards from school, pictures, general “Sharon” memorabilia) and I started to panic.  True, I’m only 16 weeks…but I have SO much going on now.  I have a 1 year old that I have to care for… I can barely keep the house cleaned and the laundry folded as is, so how in the world am I going to make time for all of this?   The challenge lies in how much space we have.  We would LOVE to move into a bigger home, but with our house value the way it is, that is certainly NOT an option.  With all of these  rambling thoughts,  I calmed myself  by cleaning up the kitchen, getting rid of all the piles of stuff left over from Parker’s party.  I started to make mental lists of things that I needed to add to my spreadsheet timeline that I hadn’t thought of before.  Eventually, I was tired again and fell asleep.

Uggh, why do I do this to myself?  How can I control it?  For my entire family’s sake, I need to stay strong, put my trust in God,  and know that everything will get done in time,… that little baby will have a beautiful nursery just like Parker does and that we’ll find a place for everything in the guestroom, AND the healthy baby will be born to a stress free environment with an anxiety free Mama!  Let us pray…

A year ago today

A year ago today, we welcomed into the world our beautiful little ray of sunshine, Parker.  Exactly 8 days after my due date, I was induced. I had a fairly easy delivery with the help of an epidural and lots of support from Dan and my Grandmother.  After about 10 hrs of labor and an hour and a half of pushing, Parker made his appearance at 1:50 pm weighing in at 9lbs, 30z and 22″ long.  What a beautiful, exciting and emotional time for our family. He was absolutely perfect. I never imagined then how much our life would change.

So much has happened in a year and there is no way that one blog post could sum it all up. We’ve watched Parker brighten our days with his smiles, giggles, babbling, and fun social personality. I’ve also had to do a bit of tough love and routine in order to establish a comfortable structure. All of which he took well to since he is a great sleeper and has been from early on. I’ve also realized the challenges that a child can bring to marriage, and how much energy it takes to make sure that you are being not only a great Mom, but also a loving and supportive wife too. I feel so lucky every day that I get to stay home with Parker, and that I have a loving supportive husband that helps make that possible. I feel so incredibly blessed, and I’m so excited to see what this next year will bring with Parker becoming a big brother in March. I’ll leave you with my sweet little birthday boy enjoying his first taste of pure sweetness.

From Wedding Planning to Birthday Planning

Its amazing that while planning my sons’ first birthday, I started having flashbacks about planning our wedding.

1. As soon as the initial invite list is created, undoubtedly… the family drama ensues.

2. You gather inspirations and come up with your “colors”.

3. You pick a location that your happy with, and pray, pray, pray for a beautiful day.

4. Among the built up anticipation you start to worry if you’ll forget something

5. Decide that the cake/cupcakes should be from Publix… who makes the absolute best

6. Hire a photographer to capture the precious moments so you can enjoy them

7. You realize that “RSVP’s” or “Regrets Only” don’t mean much to some people

8.  When the day has come, the anxiety and excitement for everything to go “just right” turns you into a mental case (think BRIDEZILLA-MOMZILLA)

9. You get fed cake…either by your husband or cute little one year old.

10.  You realize that all the planning went into a special day, and it went by so fast.  The most important thing was that we had a great time… that we did.

Charleston and my Bestie

What a fabulous time I had in Charleston last weekend!  It felt really weird not having my sweet little almost one year old by my side.  We had only spent time apart briefly for date nights, salon or spa trips, and girl’s nights.  This was different.  I would have to spend an ENTIRE night without being down the hall from him.  Yikes!  I knew this day would come, and during some moments I felt like it wasn’t soon enough, but it ended up being perfect timing.

It was kind of nice to be alone for a while…I mean, without my little fam.  I started to wonder if I knew how to board a plane, and pack a suitcase with the proper sized toiletries, and get to the airport on time…all things my husband would always be on top of and things that he was an expert on.  But alas, I found my “big girl” shoes and put them on long enough to make the trip there and back in one piece.  I mean, I did live by myself for several years before I got married and had a kid, but somehow you begin to wonder how you lived that way…when you have such an amazingly different life now and your focus is shifted from “self” to “Holy cow, I have a family now and I’m going on a trip BY MY SELF”  That’s what makes this girl’s trip to visit my BFF since sixth grade, all the more special.

The one thing I love about my best gal pal Jess, is that she’s super chill.  Something that I’m NOT.  She’s never on

Jess and I, cira 2000

facebook, probably has never read my blog, wakes up late most days, doesn’t jam pack her social calendar and probably prefers to spend a weekend at the beach with her surfer fiance wearing her oversized farmer type hat sipping on her skinny latte and reading some fascinating intellectual book on how to preserve an ancient culture’s history or architecture…or something like that.  I love that about her.   And I also love that when I’m around her, she rubs off her good “chill” vibes on me and suddenly, it doesn’t bother me that we’re eating a delicious home made shrimp and grits dinner at close to 9:30 at night.  It’s all about living each day to it’s fullest and not about living by a orderly schedule.  She’s still in school, and works, and has an internship, so I’m sure she go by some schedule, but her personality is such that she doesn’t let it run her life.  I think that’s why we get along so great and that’s why I was so excited to spend a really relaxing weekend with her.  I knew that it would consist of sleeping-in, late dinners and doing exactly what we pleased.

So, what did we do? Here are some things in no paticular order

-Had delicious dinner at Vickery’s waterfront to welcome my arrival.  Jess and Chad purposefully taunting me with their cold beers

-Strolled through the market downtown where they had beautifully crafted jewelry, unique artwork, soaps, and fresh fruit and vegetables

-Shopped at some awesome stores, including the two-story Urban Outfitters, and one of my favs Franchescas…just to name a few

-Had the most amazing chocolate milkshake, even though the clueless college student who happened to be our waiter had to re-take our order 15 minutes after the first order because “the cook lost it”

-We decided it would be nice to take a yoga class that Jess had been wanting to try.  Let’s just say my ENTIRE body ached for four days straight. That lady was freegin HARD CORE, and I was dripping sweat about10 mins into the session.   She also was trying to tell us about some “teachings” that included how inhumane it is to squash a bug… and how you CAN discipline yourself NOT to eat cheese.  Woah, let’s not get all crazy now…I just want to stretch my body and clear my mind.  Don’t try and make me feel guilty for eating cheese lady.

-Spent the day in Folley beach watching Jess’ fiance Chad and his friend surf some waves.  There were moments of great girl talk, and there were moments of pure silence with just the background reggae music playing …I LOVED them both.

-Had a delicious shrimp and grits meal at home where I learned “how to de-scale and de-vain a shrimp-101”

-I had THE most incredible  massage ever at The Spa at Charleston even though the interior of the place looked like something Dorothy Draper designed.  It was such an afterthought…our feet hurt from shopping all day and so I typed in “Spa Charleston” in my iphone, and this was the first place that popped up.  They were able to squeeze in both me and Jess an hour later.  It was such a relaxing massage that included using steaming hot towels on my legs and feet…YES!

-Watched Jess try on her very first wedding dress

-Took exactly one picture the entire time on my trip…which is totally out of character for me, because usually I’m that dork who is annoyingly snapping a gazillion pictures and posting them on various social sites.

-Enjoyed great food and silly conversation at a home-style restaurant in Sullivan’s Island…appropriately called “Sullivans”

-Had many a video conferences with my sweet little angel baby and amazing husband (who washed cloth diapers AND made some cloth wipes…among MANY other things in my absence) on my iphone 4…what did I ever do without it?

It was a fantastic trip, and I can’t wait to see them again in a few months when we go up to NC to attend my 10 year reunion…which will be held in a BAR I might add (a nice, fun bar on river street, but still)…and I’ll be 6 months pregnant.  CLASSY!  Nah, I wouldn’t expect it to be anything different and I’m actually looking forward to it!

The Park, Cranky Pants & Hip Mamas

This past weekend since the weather had eased up a bit from it’s hell like temps, we decided to go to the park with none other than or little pip squeak Parker and our little boo hound Lizzie.  Parker has been a late teeth bloomer (which I never complained about since teething is breastfeeding’s worst nightmare).  He recently pushed through his top tooth, and is working on his second.  The following pics captures his mood at the park quite clearly.

…in a dignified Russian accent he says…

"Do you want to mess with ME?"

"I will CRUSH you"

"...and then I will EAT you"

"Mwahahahaha...just kidding"

We had a nice time, but he definitely had his “get me out of here and give me something to chew on” attitude at certain points of the day. Poor kid. I’m sure it really hurts.
A few weeks ago I was introduced to a playgroup called “Hip Mamas, Happy Babies” by a Mom I met on the March ’11 board (I know, I’m an internet junkie, don’t remind me…). Anywho, she has relocated here from FL and joined this group and told me about it. I’m going to my first meetup tomorrow, but I’m already impressed at how many awesome events  fill up the calendar each week. The group is for Mom’s who have babies that were born between July of ’09 and July of ’10. I think this is a great idea because once all the babies get past one, most kids will be on similar nap schedules and be similar ages. There are also a handful of Moms that are expecting number 2 that is in the group, so it’ll be nice to meet them as well. In a few weeks there will be a cloth diapering meetup/playdate where I will meet other Moms in the area that cloth diaper (or at least would like to know more about it). I’m excited about that because I don’t know anyone who cloth diapers. Yay!