sick time?

This weekend was the first weekend that I was sick and had to look after Seth. I have been fortunate to have avoided the flu both time Seth has been ill, even when my husband was sick. I am also thankful that up until now I have been healthy. However, this weekend, this long weekend I caught a cold.

The "cold" came home via Seth. First week at daycare and I thought he would at least make it to week two before getting sick, however, he lasted three days before his nose started running. Thankfully, while he had a mild cough and a constantly dripping nose it seems to have passed quickly and with out much bother to him.

However, soon after he got sick my husband got sick. And as all "good wives" would tell you, nobody gets sick quite like our husbands. There are sooooo sick, and soooo miserable.

One day latter the cold caught up to me, or I caught it. Either way my throat was on fire, my head clogged and my nose tap was running full force. (Of course, my husband was much sicker than me, or as he put it, his "progressed more"?)

Colds are nothing new. Once or twice a year I catch one, what was new for me was having to look after a baby while trying to nurse my self back to good health. The challenge was that all I wanted to do was catch up on some rest. Seth doesn't sleep the night, and was bored watching mommy lay on the couch. As Derek was also sick neither of us had a partner to pick up some slack, we both had to keep Seth entertained and his daily routine moving no matter how much our heads hurt or our throats ached. To top it off Seth is teething his upper two teeth, so his mood hasn't been all that great and he is in a stage of serious mommy attachment. Meaning, I can't wash dishes without him screaming at my leg for attention.

So all in all this has been one tough couple of days. As I put Seth down to bed tonight I did have to laugh at myself and what my life as a mom has become. I would of loved for some r and r today and some time to mend, but than I wouldn't of had the moment to share with my son where I am feeding him his last bottle of the day and he is almost asleep whe I feel snot slowly drip out of my nose, down my upper lip across my bottom lip and onto my chin, and yet I don't dare move. Now that to me sums to all up when you are a sick mom. Not stopping to wipe your nose in case you disturb your sleeping baby.

P.s. tomorrow Seth is back to daycare, I have called in sick, and I am planning on laying on that couch all daylong.

zzzzzzzz

There is no greater insult to a sleep deprived mom than someone mocking her laments about sleep. Yes, when you haven’t had a good night’s sleep in a very, very, (did I say) very long time, it does consume your life. And I can appreciate how others may grow tired of hearing how tired I am. And I appreciate that while you may have had a late night or two, or a rough couple night’s sleep in the last month, you haven’t experience what it is like to have very few good night’s sleep in the past 9 months. Fair enough, I cannot expect you to truly understand this position that I am in. However, what I do hope for is for some understanding, a little sympathy, and at least a “sorry to hear you had another rough night”. What I don’t want to hear is, “sleep, sleep, sleep, that’s all you care about”!

Here is why a statement such as the one above hurts me so much,

1. I am sleep deprived and therefore, my emotions are quite close to my skin

2. 1. I too am sick of hearing myself complaining about my lack of sleep.

2. 2. I would love for it not to be the first thing I think of in the morning, and the last thing I am thinking about as I am trying to fall asleep…oh wait the baby is up again, better get a bottle, change the diaper, feed the baby try and get him down again…nope still not asleep, put the soother in again…finally able to sleep… oh wait the baby is up again…

3. 3.. Until you understand what it is like to go to bed every night knowing that you won’t get the rest your truly desire and need, don’t comment.

4. 4. While I may head to bed very early every night in effort to accumulate sleep, broken up sleep into 2 or 3 hour blocks sucks! I would gladly take a solid 6 hours over 4 2 hour stretches.

5. 5. A little appreciation and credit for what I go through would make it all worthwhile.

Only child?

Before my husband and I had Seth we had always discussed having two children. However, now that we have had Seth we are thinking more and more about being just a family of three. (Not excluding our fury children of course).

We aren't naive enough to leave out the posibilty that we might change our minds a few years from now, but for now we feel our family is complete.

What always fascinates me is the reaction I get from peoploe when I say that I don't plan on having any other children. When you proclaim that you are planing on raising an only child peoples faces go sour and they say things like, "really?", "oh you don't mean that", "why would you want to do that". Their reactions are always so strong and negative. No one is shy to tell me they don't like the idea of an "only" child. I have begun to call it the "only child stigma". What makes it even more interesting is that I am an only child. When I share that information I get one of two camps. The, "oh, I see" camp which is than embrassed and drops the subject entierly, or the "than why would you want to do that to Seth" camp. Which I never know whether to take personally as if there is something wrong with the way I turned out or they think I am cruel to deny my son a sibling.

I don't know why this subject seems to to incite such a reaction. What I do know is that our family will make the decision that is best for us, regardless of that look on your face.

I haven't been keeping up with my blog because since Seth hit 7 months his activity level has taken off. While he takes a lot more energy and time to entertain he has also become a lot more fun to hang around with.

OH, what a dirty secret I exposed there. My baby was boring. Life was kinda dull with a new baby. There wasn't a whole lot to "love" about the experience. How often have you heard people exclaim, "I just love babies"? Well when I first had Seth I couldn't understand that sentiment. What is there to love? Seth cried a lot, he drooled a lot, and he laid around a lot (Well besides being my own son, of course I love my son, blah, blah). But he wasn't fun to hang out with. He didn't take much interest in toys. I could only sing "Twinkle, Twinkle" so often and if it weren't for my get togethers with my friends I don't know what I would of done. Being a mommy just wasn't so yummy.

But than almost over night, once Seth hit 7 months he became a whole lot more interesting. He was engaging. He began to play with his toys and me. He laughed when you tickled him, blew bubbles, and shouted out in joy. Now I got what people meant by "loving babies".

Yes newborns are cute and snugly, but once they grow a few older by a few months and their personalities begin to shine there is a lot to love about spending time with them.

Sadly, I return to work in a couple of weeks...

the bright side

In the spirit of my husbands last post I thought I would share some of my favorite Seth moments.

1. My husband was right, the mesmerized look he gives you with his big blue eyes. The look of love.

2. His own personal language. It is quite entertaining to hear all that he has to say. I love his baby talk so much I almost don't want it to end.

3. When he laughs there is no better feeling. He loves being tickled and it is such an easy way to get a grin on both of our faces.

4. Watching him enjoy water. Whether in a pool or the bathtub he loves a good splash.

5. Milestones. Whether it was when he rolled for the first time, put the soother back in his own mouth, or sat up on his own, each time he checked off a milestone you can't help but be proud of him. It is also wonderful to see how he responds to his new accomplishments.

oink, oink

First off to address my husband's last post. While I may have called him a jerk, (when he acts like one of course), and I have called him stupid, I have never used the two words together. I also won't lower myself to type out some of the choice phrases he uses when referring to me.

Well to continue where I left off.

Soon after I wrote my last post I was getting ready to go out for the day with some friends shopping out of town. I woke up early to ensure I had time to blow dry my hair and apply a little makeup. I dressed for the day and fed Seth, However, while feeding him he proceeded to pull on my shirt. By the time he was done the bottle my shirt was completely unwearable. So I went upstairs quickly to change. Quickly did not happen.

I started to go through my closet. First I pulled those shirts that I thought fit me pretty well. However, upon closer inspection they all had stains. Combination of breast milk, formula, and spit up. Than I pulled out some older selections from pre-baby wardrobe. However, most of these did not fit quite like they use too. All they seemed to accomplish was to accent my newly acquired mommy tummy.

By this time I had grown extremely frustrated. The mound of clothes on my bed mounted and I was beging to believe I was going to have to cancel on the outing for lack of anything to wear. I was at my breaking point....

Meanwhile, Seth was planning with a toy on the floor, and than I heard it. While this mechanical toy goes from A-Z somehow my son managed to get the toy stuck on the P, or Pig, or as I heard it oink, oink, oink, repeating over and over and over again. I broke down into tears. I couldn't have said it better my self. Oink, Oink.

Eventually I pulled myself together, threw on some standard, boring, ill fitting outfit and left the house late. Any signs that I had actually spent time that morning doing my hair had vanished with the many shirt changes, and the little bit of makeup I was wearing wasn't enough to make me feel put together. I wonder if I ever will feel that way again.

He Said...That's Right, He Said: What's Love got to do, got to do with it?

I think it's high time this blog got a little injection of testosterone....oh god, how sad is it that I actually thought about grunting Tim the Tool Man Taylor style....damn you 1990's DAMN YOU!!

Anyways, for months my better half has been reminding me that I have yet to really write anything in our "joint" blog. Those kindly reminders have recently turned into verbal lashings generally with the words "stupid jerk" added on to the end of some choice sentences.

"You said you were going to write this blog with me you stupid jerk!"

"I thought you loved me you stupid jerk"

"Write in the blog or I'm going to throw a ketchup bottle at you again you stupid jerk"

(notice how I felt the need to highlight again in that last one....we'll leave that story for another day)

So after all this time, here I am because I really do love my wife, more than she knows, and I love my son. I love our family. For those that don't know us too well, that includes our two fur babies as my wife calls them; Jack the dog and Kali the Cat. Hell, I even love my mean fish. I don't think my wife loves the fish as it ate her fish years ago. I think she secretly plots to feed my fish to the cat.

Wow, how off track do I get, now you know why I can't write very well. Like a dog...SQUIRREL!!!! hehe awful, I know.

Well, since this blog is actually supposed to be about parenting and my son, I've got a little story from last night that I thought I'd share that I think really illustrates just how well the little bundles of joy can wiggle their way into your heart.

Seth has been rather restless lately. Seems to be going to bed a lot earlier than normal and just rolling all over the crib like crazy. Our general routine at home is we alternate evenings putting the little guy to bed. Let's say Monday Kathleen gives Seth the bath and puts him own, Tuesday is my day, Wednesday is hers, etc.

So last night was my night. I get home from work, she gets home from the pool with Seth. We spend some time in the kitchen together getting dinner ready, checking email and stalkerbook (Facebook) with Seth having a grand time in his exersaucer. About 20 minutes later, beef stir fry is ready, plates on the table, mmm this looks good Kathleen....WHAAAAA WHAAAAA WHAAAAA. Go figure, we can't even have 5 minutes to eat dinner together, so I grab a bottle, get it ready start feeding, Kathleen finishes her dinner, we trade off, I finish mine. Now dinner is done and Kathleen says "hey do you want Dairy Queen?" I say not really, I'm trying to loose some weight. Then she does it...like a shot from a shotgun, the sad eyes and "oh.......ok" and there it is, the seed planted! She already knows she's won. So I say fine fine, what size do you want? Sad eyes again and "medium". All guys should know that sad eyes and the word medium is woman code for the Biggest Darn Blizzard one can buy.

So I go get her blizzard, and one for me of course, hit Blockbuster on the way home and rent Disney's UP (great movie by way.) Now, all of that giant description of our evening has just been an introduction to real event I'd like to talk about. I put the little guy to bed and he conks pretty quick. We watch our movie, Kat goes to bed and now it's time for Daddy's alone time! oh yeah 9 to 12 baby. Sometimes he wakes up, sometime he doesn't. If he does, feeding during these hours is all up to me. Last night he happened to get up around 11pm. It didn't bother me I was watching Half Baked at the time...absolutely nothing else on TV. So I get his bottle ready, go upstairs, Kathleen had gotten up as well and changed him for me. And I feed him. He finishes the bottle like he hasn't eaten in days and then proceeds to stare at me with those " I love you" eyes. Big, wide open, unblinking with a little smirk on the face that just melts you like butter.

Those are the moments I live for.

Post baby body, not so bikini ready

For nine months you watch you body change in ways you didn't think was possible. Things grow, strech, and move about. I thought by 6 months post baby I would be more or less back to my pre-baby weight and feeling pretty good about what I saw in the mirror. The reflection I caught of myself the other day left a little or should I say alot to be desired.

I assumed that once the scale made its way back down to my prepregnancy weight my body would look more or less the same. However, the scale is only a number, it means nothing about what your body looks like under your clothes.

Somehow while giving labour I managed to not only push out my son but I lost my butt in the process too. I have never had much of a booty, but at least it used to have some shape. Now I got the infamous pancake bum. In consolation you would think losing your behind would result in a lower weight class. Nope. The number one mommy survioneur is the mommy tummy. It just hangs around your waist no matter what number of crunches you try to squeeeze in between feedings, diaper changes, pick ups and puts downs. Oh who are we kidding who has time to do crunches. Not to mention when you attempt a crunch you quickly realize how shot your core is. I don't understand how going throught the reigors of labour can destroy your core section. To me that should of been the ultimate workout and your core should be stronger for it. The tell tale sign that my core was shot came to me when I got into the plank pose in my yoga class

for the first time post baby. My yoga teacher genlty reminded the classes that if your breathe is uneven you have gone to far. Instead I found myself praying no one could feel the floor trememble benethe as I tried desperatly to hold my body in the pose.

But perhaps the most distrubing change to my body resulted after I weaned my son off. A couple weeks after I shut down the dairy, I got out of the shower and gasped. I am not kidding I did, I gasped. I caught my profile in the mirror and saw that my breasts weren't where they use to be. Not only had there location gone south but they also went east and west. It was like a pair of snowbirds on my chest one travelling to the Carolinas the other to Californina.

To try and disguise these body modifications I am very thankful for a great fitting bra, (girls get yourself fitted!), super tight tank tops, and jeans with great pockets. But beware, once you start to peel off those layers things will unravel right before your eyes.

she said...just me here

So the idea behind this blog in the beginning was to share both mine and my husband point of views on what it is like being a new parent. However, I have been doing all the sharing, so I think it no longer necessary to title each blog as "She said"...

Hopefully, some time in the future my husband will share a little, but until than I will keep on blogging on my own.

She said...lifestyles of the sleep deprived and frazzled

After 6 months of mommy-hood I have come to appreciated some new luxuries in my life. Here is a list of items which I have come to appreciate.

In no particular order,

1. Sleeping a 3 hour stretch at night

2. Finding a shirt to wear in the morning that doesn't have a stain on it.

3. Remembering my grocery list, and actually purchasing every item on it.

4. Making it through the day without spit up down my cleavage.

5. Brushing my teeth twice a day.

6. Having a long enough shower to actually accomplish more than the bare minimum.

5. Going to the bathroom when I need to.

6. Eating my meal while it is still hot and sitting down.

7. Arriving on time.

8. Finding all the ingredients I need in the fridge to make dinner. (So that I don't end up trying to shred Cheesestrings and chopping spinach for Fajitas.)

9. Completing a chore from start to finsh with out interruption.

10. Going out past 7:00 p.m. at night.

She said...I am the Dairy Queen

I made the decision to breastfeed before Seth was born. There are pros and cons to breast and bottle and each woman needs to make her own decision. But to me, breastfeeding seemed to be the natural choice. My mom breastfed, as did my girlfriends who already had children. Friends had provided me with some personal experiences they have had with breastfeeding and so I knew the process wasn't as simple as Velcro. I attended the prenatal classes and the instructor, (who never had breastfed herself) pulled out a stuffed boob and demonstrated the process. Looked simple enough. WRONG.
The latching process is the key to breastfeeding success. Be prepared for it too take days and even weeks to master this. As you and your baby have never done it before it will take natural talent, skill and a lot of patience to learn. You will have nurses, friends, your husband, lactation consultants, neighbors, UTUBE... you name it, helping to get you and your baby to latch correctly. A bad latch results in a poor feed for the baby and pain, (crack bleeding nipple kind of pain) for mommy. It can be a very discouraging and frustrating process which by the way you will have to learn on little sleep and attempt multiple times through the day and night.

Also, as a friend of mine reminded me, when your milk comes in don't expect your milk to come out of just one hole in your nipple. Instead it is as if your nipple is a pin cushion with streams of milk coming from all directions. Also, your breast isn't a faucet. If the baby comes off the nipple, don't expect it to turn off. Often Seth would cough, sputter, and choke because of the force and speed of my milk. Think of a open fire hydrant. My milk would spray out all over him, the rocker, and even the wall. At one point my husband suggested target practice.

I was lucky that I didn't end up with crack nipples or pain associated with breastfeeding except for engorgement when my milk came in. Breastfeeding provides you with new sensations in your breasts that you have never felt before, but not in a good way. Engorgement expands the skin of your breasts to your absolute limit and your breasts feel like hot rocks. When your milk lets down it feels like the worst case of pins and needles. Everyday your breasts will change sizes from hard balloons, (my husband called my bras, "parachutes") to floppy utters.

Breastfeeding also comes with its own accessories. One of the key accessories is the breastfeeding pump. There are different styles depending on how often you are going to use it and how much you want to spend. There is nothing quite like being hooked up to a machine which pumps out your milk. If breastfeeding alone hasn't already made you feel like a 24 hour dairy. The action and hum of the pump will quickly turn your breasts into utters and erase any sense of sex appeal you had left associated with your rack. Than there is the cream, (a thick, sticky paste you rub into your nipples which although I am sure to some male minds seems like an erotic concept, it isn't to us moms, as it is sticky, thick, and generally unpleasant). There are pads that help to prevent leaks from appearing on your shirts. But these are scratchy and bunch up in your bra resulting in a undesirable ripple effect across your chest.

Well this post focuses on some of the cons of breastfeeding. There is one positive point I would like to make. To all those boys in seventh grade who made fun of me for being flat chested, you should come and look at my parachutes now!

She said...sleep, the new sex to a mom

There is nothing I desire more than sleep. I never thought I could want something so badly in my life than I do a good nights sleep. In the beginning with Seth he would wake every hour during the night and I struggled, staggered, and stumbled my way into his room to change, feed, and comfort him. Often by 5 a.m. we were both in tears and I thought the sun would never rise.

Than there were those nights were he refused to sleep in his crib and I slept with him on the couch. I was terrified that I had lost my bed forever. I wanted nothing more than to climb in between the sheets of my bed and close my eyes. Why did this seem to be so impossible. To dream had become the impossible dream.

Slowly, Seth did begin to go longer stretches. But even today at nearly 6 months he continues to wake in the night. In 6 months he has only slept through the night 6 times. Of course the irony of those nights is that I wake often, listening, wondering, and checking to see if he is okay, as it is so unlike him.

It is so tough to go with out a good night sleep for such a long time. At times I will be honest it felt like torture to have to be up all night and day and night and day and night and...
I often was told to sleep when Seth slept, but I found it so difficult to fall asleep myself. There were also times when I had to eat, go to the bathroom, return a phone call, and than after that sure enough Seth was up.

I don't mean to whine, but it really is tough to give up sleep. The sleep bank never seems to fill up and I never know what the night will bring. Even tonight as I head to bed after I write this, I can only hope that tonight will be a good night and tomorrow even better. Or, that for Christmas Santa will bring me a night at a hotel.

She said...survival time

You've read the books, studied internet sites, "Google" lots of questions and asked friends and relatives. So you must be ready to raise this little one right? Uh... none of it applies to the first six weeks. Nothing you have read, learned, heard or thought will help you appreciate what those first six weeks are like. It is nothing but a test of pure will and survival skills. Some books will tell you to that it is "easy" to put them on a schedule. There is no such thing as a routine, pattern, or schedule in those early days. Yes there is a lot of sleeping, eating, and pooping but in no particular order or timing. Those who have had kids, have all forgotten what those early weeks were like. They have to because no one would ever have another if they did remember accurately. You will get more advice than you could ever process. Most will go against your intuition and lots will seem just nuts, ( like somersault the baby to help him sleep... it doesn't work). I was told to sleep when the baby slept. However, I found it quite hard, as I usually would first try to go to the bathroom, have something to eat and maybe return a phone call or two. Than as soon as I laid down Seth would wake up, or a visitor would show up. You will also hear that things will get better, and they do, but by the time you are at the end of the third week you don't believe it. You can't possibly conceive how life can ever get better. You aren't even sure how you have ended up where you are.

The secret to the first six weeks is just survive. Take it moment by moment, minute by minute if you have to. It is hard, I mean really, really HARD. You would of never experience exhaustion as you now live with daily. Getting food into your mouth seems impossible, and yet your life is dictated by the feeding of another little mouth who seems to never be satisfied. All around you your life seems to become unraveled, the house is a mess, laundry is piled, no groceries in the fridge or cupboards, and you can't remember the last time you brushed your teeth. And yet, relatives, friends, neighbours, and enemies all come to visit. You also quickly realize that despite all of your studying and cramming for this life changing event, you were no way prepared and really don't know much about raising a child. Your relationship with your spouse can quickly become stressed and you will learn whether this change will bring you together or drive a wedge between you. It is all a bit surreal when you look back on it all. But you can get through it. You do get through it. And slowly you find that things do get better as people said it would. Not an overnight improvement, just subtle changes that begin to add up to a little more sleep, and little less crying, and a lot better coping skills.

So if you, your marriage, and your family can outlast, out will, and out survive those first six weeks a cheque for 100 000 won't be waiting for you, but the first real smile, giggle, and look of love from your little will be and that is worth much more.

She said... L & D, where is my trophy?

I will save you from all the gory details about our labour and delivery, I will just go over the "highlights".

First off, who ever came up with the "birth plan" last encounter with labour must of been when they came into the world, because it is an utter waste of time. We sat down and discussed our plan for how we wanted the labour to go. In the end none of what we had planned ended up happening. I thought I would walk the halls to speed up the progression of the labour. Well the last thing that I wanted to do was walk. I wanted an epidural. Couldn't get one. I was going to stay home as long as possible, but we went off the the hospital as soon as we could. I had this idea I would hold my son after my birth and we would have this "moment". However, my body had other plans and complications resulted in Seth being whisked away to his dads arms as the doctor continued to work on me. Having never gone through it before, we had no idea what to expect and therefore, how likely were we to be able to plan.

My husband was amazing through the entire process. He never left my side and was a constant source of support and encouragement. I wasn't entirely sure I wanted my mom with me, as she has been nursing for many years and I wasn't sure I would be tough enough for her. But in the end I was so thankful she was there to support Derek and I, and share in the birth of her grandson. Also, having her expertise was a comfort and you can never have enough hands to squeeze.

It did hurt, in a way I can't describe. But you do forget. What I remember is being more exhausted then I ever thought was humanly possible. I also thought I should of received some award. That the Publisher Clearing House crew should so up with flowers, and bouquets and a giant trophy congratulating me on completing such an amazing feat. However, very quickly you realize that it is no longer about you but it is now all about the baby.

She said...the secret society of pregnancy

Pregnancy is a secret society among women. No one really talks about, except for the passing comment about fatigue and morning sickness. There is way more to it. While each woman's experience is different, we should break the silence and talk more about it. Perhaps if we did, our partners wouldn't be so inclined to say, " you blame everything on being pregnant". So here is my list of 10 things I wasn't prepared for, (in no particular order).

1. Cramps. The week I found out I was pregnant I had the worse cramps. So bad I thought for sure I was getting my dreaded period. Nope, after I Googled I learned it was a sign of pregnancy. Than they came back late in my pregnancy. A test run for labour and just to test out my commitment to not taking any medication/pain relief while I was pregnant.

2.Niagara Falls down below. While you get to aviod having a period for 9 months, at some point the pads come out again. Goodbye thong, hello granny panties.

3. Pregnancy affects your entire body. From head to toe things are altered by being pregnant. Your hair thickens, your eye sight changes, headaches, nausea, boobs ache and swell, fingers and toes swell, your memory gets worse, your back aches, your walk changes, your appetite changes... Be prepared nothing goes untouched.

4. Just because you don't see them doesn't mean they aren't there. Stretch marks can hide below your big belly despite your liberal and daily use of coca butter. They also show up on various parts of your body, like you breast and thighs. You know how scars are sexy on guys why can't stretch marks be the same on women, you know, battle scars of being pregnant. Yeah, probably to much to ask.

5. Maternity clothes are the worst fitting clothes ever made. Not only do you feel like a hippo you have to wear ill fitting elastic pants and you swear you will never wear an empire waist again. Nothing like being squeezed below the breast line for 6 months. Belly bands work well to keep you in your "regular" clothes longer, and transition you through maternity pants that one day are too big and the next too small. However, you will want to burn the band which begins to feel like a corset squeezing you around the middle by the end of your pregnancy.

6.People may ask how you are doing but they don't really want to know. They want your response to be "glowing" which by the way I neither felt nor looked. When you explain to them that yes you are tired, and having morning sickness, and that you don't enjoy having your body rented out, they never seem to know what to say. Don't ask and I won't tell.

7. Morning sickness is neither limited to the morning or the first trimester. I was sick anytime of day and for seven months. I never had airsickness on a commercial flight until I flew to Jamiaca in my 6th month. When you are sick, it comes on fast so keep that garbage pail under you desk handy. I know I used mine.

8. Fatigue is awful. The first trimester it is a mental type fatigue. Work becomes very difficult and when you come home the thought of even cooking dinner seems impossible. Than in the third trimester you could of sworn you climbed Everest each and every day your body is so tired.

9. You may hear, "sleep now while you still can", but good -luck actually getting a good nights sleep. If it isn't your bladder, you wake starving, the baby is kicking, or you just can't get comfortable. You can't sleep on your back, your stomach is out of the question, and the act of rolling over requires a forklift. Plus, all of sudden you wake in the middle of the night and can't get back to sleep for no apparent reason. I had to come home during my lunch hour to try and make up some of the sleep I lost in the night.

10. Your partner won't ever get it. At first they are excited and are understanding about the morning sickness but that will change. When they park in the spot furthest away from the store and count the steps to the door because you "complained" about having to walk, you know that they have no idea what it feels like to have a head pressing down on your pelvis and that each step feels like someone is stabbing your crotch. Nope, they have no idea, they just think your waddle is funny. 23 steps by the way. The pink spot was open but no, its not cool to park there.

She said... conception, all in an evenings work

Anyone who knows me knows I thrive on planning. So conceiving a child was no different. Derek and I had hoped to start a family a couple years into our marriage. But once you are married you find that everyone wants you to immediately conceive. It is as if people are uncomfortable seeing a happily married couple alone, without a kids standing in between them. If you aren't constantly being asked, "when are you going to have kids" it seems that many of your family and friends are starting their own families. In fact back in November 2007 I heard from three different people in my life that they were expecting all within the same week. Talk about pressure.

So...
We had hoped to start "trying" (as if we haven't been "trying for some years now. After 2 years of marriage and 8 years of dating we have had more than one test drive"), in the summer months of 2008. So dutifully and in my usual type A anal retentive style I started taking my folic acid in January 2008. Then I had my physical, spoke to our family doctor about planning for a baby, and I went off the pill for three months before we started, "trying". About this time I also stopped drinking alcohol. As soon as a girl my age stops drinking alcohol the rumor mill starts up. You may as well take out a billboard on Main street that states, "yes we are trying for a baby". We wanted to keep things quite though, in case we encountered set backs, or had a miscarriage. I had expected it to take about 3-6 months for us to conceive. However, after 3 months off the pill and once the condom came off it actually happened right away. (thank god for the pill for the past number of years).

When the fate full night actually occurred I don't remember. Once you decide you are going to "try" sex becomes about getting the job done. Just another check on the to do list. Women are encouraged to determine which days they are ovulating. So for a period of a couple days you will have sex whether you want to or not, for fear of missing your peak ovulation period. So you could be mad at your partner, want to watch your favorite soap or have plans to go to the movies with friends, you are going to "try" for that baby no matter what.

We were fortunate enough to conceive as quickly as we did and without any problems or setbacks and for that I am truly thankful.

Intro to Sethsmash!

Welcome to Sethsmash! This is going to be a he said she said sharing of our first journey into parenthood. Myself (who is pretty much right all the time) and my not so right all the time wife will be contributing to this blog.

Seth's life began one fateful night in July 2008 that neither my wife or I can remember so as always it wasn't that memorable.........not my best performance but those of you that do know what it is like trying to conceive, sex is kind of in between doing the dishes and taking out the garbage. But needless to say....GOT 'ER DONE!!!!

Fast forward 9 months and here we are....well actually fast 12 months as we were both apparently too damn lazy to start this thing when he was born. We have a beautiful 3 month old baby boy named Seth. (Those astute readers out there will now recognize the similarity in our son's name and the title of this blog. Sethsmash refer's to Seth's ability to wail and smash his hands all over kind of like the Hulk of babies.)

Now that my introduction is done, I shall turn the floor over to my wife Kathleen.

P.S. She will try very hard to sway you to her side....we can't have that!!! Be careful of her womanly charm....it will get you in trouble!!!