Bored on bed rest

Hmmm....

So, Dave and I are talking about maybe moving into a small apartment in Ohio to save money. Since we're only living there for 18 months, it wouldn't be too much of a sacrifice, but... it means moving back to an apartment. We're thinking about it. Any input?

You know you're on bed rest when...

- Your kid can sing the theme song from "The West Wing" and "Gilligan's Island" because it's been on all day while you sit on the couch.

- Taking a shower is the high point of the day, even if you have to sit down on an old lady stool halfway through.

- You have let a stranger fold your underwear.

- Everyone you know is getting an afghan for Christmas, because that's all there is to do, besides watch "The West Wing" and "Gilligan's Island".

That's all I've got for now, if you have any additions, I'm all ears!!

Here I go again on my own...

Sorry for the Whitesnake reference, but honestly, it's been a Whitesnake kinda 24 hours. I spent most of last night in the hospital for pre-term labor. Yeah, it's a messy business. I've been having contractions for about a week now (and no matter what the doctor says, they are not Braxton-Hicks, this is my 3rd baby, I think I know the difference). Sometimes they are regular, sometimes they aren't. Well, yesterday I started having a lot, and I mean A LOT of pressure very low. Like I was going to drop this kid. So, Dave and I went to the hospital, and after a couple shots of something I can't spell that made me very jittery, they stopped and I got to go home. Luckily my cervix is still closed, well, that's up for debate, the nurse said it was open and the doc said it was closed. But I never dialated to more than a two in hard labor with either of the girls, so who knows what that means. Anyway, I was ordered to stay in bed until this morning, when I'm headed to my OB. So, wish me luck, and we'll see what happens!!!

Update...

On bed rest for two weeks. This sucks.

Confessions of a bad mom

So, Dave and I have agreed that I'm giving this kid brain damage. See, I'm nesting. For most women, that means cleaning up a bit, getting the nursery ready, etc. Not for me. For me it means repainting everything, fixing anything that's broken (or throwing it out if it's not broken), moving heavy objects, and cleaning with the strongest chemicals I can find. Not kidding. So far this week, I've inhaled...

-Spray Paint
-WD-40 (to get crayon off the wall)
-Bleach
-Amonia (I'm sure that's spelled wrong)
-Whatever they put in crabgrass killer
-Epoxy

Now, I did use the spray paint and crabgrass killer outside, and it wasn't like I was spraying it into a can and getting high. But it's still probably not good. And moving furniture when I'm supposed to be "taking it very easy" probably isn't good either. But no fear, Dave yelled at me, and promised to help so I wouldn't feel like I had to do it on my own. And I did learn my lesson, I had contractions that kept me up most of last night. But I refuse to give up my spray paint!!!! You'll never take it from me! Not until all the nursery furniture is a nice walnut brown!!

Hahaha

I love how when you get all worked up over something, and make all kinds of plans, life throws you a big fat curve ball. Like, "Haha! That'll teach you to think you're in control of this!". Dave got the word today about his official follow-on from Wright-Patt and AFIT.

Kirtland AFB in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

Like I said, life is saying, "Put that in your pipe and smoke it!"

Maybe today I'll get off my...

something that rhymes with grass. Anyway, I'm thinking I might be productive today. I need to go to the library (when they start sending you letters threatening collections, it's time to take the book back) and to the grocery store. When I went on Wednesday, they only had 2 gallons of Skim Milk! It was crazy! I could see more behind the rack in the cooler room, but alas, I could not get them. We go through milk like crazy in this house, with two kids and a pregnant woman, we probably go through 5 gallons in two weeks. So, two gallons isn't going to cut it. I hate taking the kids to the grocery store though. I always sound like the mean mom because I refuse to buy them anything. But I do take them to the bakery for the free sample, that counts for something right? I just don't want to teach them that whining is going to get them what they want. Nor do I want them eating candy everytime we go to the grocery store! I'm so anal about what I feed my kids anyway. It's not that I don't give them treats, the treats just happen to be organic whole wheat cookies with free-range chocolate chips. Wow, that was a really long tangent, wasn't it?

Anyway, back to what I was saying about actually DOING something today rather than sitting around. I'm saving the sewing as a reward for when Dave is in Ohio the week after next, so I think I'll paint the crib today. It's supposed to be in the 70s, and sunny so I should be good to paint. Once the crib is painted and the sewing done, all we'll have to do is actually set up the room, which we can't do until March probably. But it will make me feel good knowing that everything is just sitting in the garage, ready to be set up. And if I do it now, then I won't have to do it when I'm so huge all I can do is complain about how huge I am. Maybe I'll design some cross-stitch patterns to work on when I'm huge. Then I'll feel productive then too.

Anywho. Have I mentioned how great my husband is lately? Yes, we're disagreeing over whether real estate is a good investment, but really, we're getting along pretty great. And he's totally taken over this kids room project. He is so excited to build these bunk beds! I haven't seen him his excited about something in a long time. Well, maybe excited is the wrong word. He's looking over plans, and comparing power tools, he's just ready to go. It's kind of nice. He's never been the kind to really get "into" pregnancy. He doesn't go to my appointments with me, or put his hand on my belly or anything, but I can see him getting excited about the baby in his own way. It may not be the way I always imagined it, but really, nothing about marriage is the way I imagined it would be! I feel bad for ragging on him in my last post, he really is a great husband. We just happen to disagree on one issue, and really, does anyone in any marriage agree on everything?

Oh, I need to go. Layni is on my cell phone and I think I can hear it ringing. Ok, Nora took it away from her, and now Layni is screaming "I want mine!". Oh, just another day in paradise!! Is it time for my shower yet???

To buy or not to buy

I wish I were talking about a Wii. Dave is driving me crazy. I usually don't blog about my marriage, because for the most part, that's none of your business. But I'm going to make an exception, because he's driving me crazy!!! So, the original plan was for us to move to Ohio, him to go to AFIT, then take a 4 year tour in Ohio, then start applying for Test Pilot School. Now, TPS is Dave's dream. He's been dreaming about TPS since he was in ROTC. It's all he wants to do. Seriously, if he didn't get into TPS, I think he'd separate from the Air Force. It's his DREAM. And I'm fine with that. I know he wants it, and I fully support him. Or I did until last night. See, he came home and announced to me that he wanted to start applying for TPS while he was still in grad school. Um. That wasn't the plan, and I'm a bit worried about him taking on three high stress jobs in a row in 3 years. The plan was for him to take a break so he doesn't get burned out. Nope, now that's out the window. Well, whatever, I'll deal. I'm an Air Force Wife for gosh-sakes!! I can deal with anything! Then he drops this one...

"I still think we should buy a house in Ohio."

WTF? Are you kidding me? You want to live there for 18 months, and buy a house? With no down payment, in a crappy market? Meaning, we'll have no equity when we go to sell, in 18 months? To which he responds with...

"I don't think we should sell it, we'll just rent it out."

WTFH? Seriously, where is the hidden camera, because I think we just won America's Funniest Home Videos. They've never had a pregnant woman having an aneurism before have they? When we decided to buy in Ohio, it was under 2 assumptions, 1) We would live in the house for 5 1/2 years, thus building up equity and allowing the market to recover and 2) When it was time to move, we'd try and sell the house for 6 months, and if it didn't sell, then we'd rent it out for 1 tenent, then try to sell again. I DO NOT want to be a landlord. I have never wanted to be a landlord, and having been a renter for a long time, I actually pity most landlords. Nor do I think it's a very profitable business idea. And by very profitable, I mean, at all. The response?

"We'll make our money on the appriciation of the house."

Oh, so we'll have to be landlords for a long time? That's my idea of heaven. I worry about stuff happening in the house we live in, can you imagine how neurotic I'll be having to worry about stuff happening in another house too??? Holy crap! Then comes my favorite line of the night...

"Well, I'll take care of everything, you won't have to worry."

To which I call a big honking fat BS. We have lots of friends who have done TPS. Some currently in TPS. I've seen those guys, there is no free time to spend with their families, much less free time to worry about a rental house 2000 miles away. Oh no, the rental house would be my responsibillity. A responsibility I have no desire for. Just the thought of doing this gives me the heeby-jeebies. I do not want to be a landlord. I do not want it in a car, I do not want it in a bar (which ironically, is where I might end up, once I've been driven to drink by the stress of this!!).

So, ultimately, I've decided to be the mature one about this. I'm just not going to talk about it anymore. He can't buy a house without me, well, without me divorcing him for spending that much money and not telling me, I'm not going to talk about buying a house anymore, if we talk about housing, I'm not even going to entertain the idea of purchasing a home. It's rent or live in the car. Because seriously...

Is this not the worst idea you've ever heard???

Donuts makes me happy

Or they would if I had one. Today was ward conference, and the Stake Young Men's President brought donuts. My husband got one. I did not. You'd think, since I'm carrying his child and all, that he'd get one for me. But no. But I'm only a tiny bit bitter. Well, bitter enough to drive to town and buy a dozen donuts just for me. Because donuts may be the most delicious thing ever. Anywho.

So, Dave and I have a plan for the house. We bought some brown spray paint to paint the crib, and I found the cutest fabric at JoAnns to make the bumpers and quilt out of. And that's pretty much all we're going to do in this house for the baby. We'll go all out in the Ohio house though. Paint, pictures, the whole shebang. It's actually a good thing, because now we're not dropping a load of cash all at once. We're waiting until we get our tax return to build the girls bunk beds, but I bought the fabric for their new bedding. Nora's is pink, but Layni's is purple. I've heard that a good way to decorate for little girls who share a room is to give each their own color, and since Nora wanted her stuff to be pink, Layni got purple. Hopefully it will work OK. We'll see. I'm excited to get things done and get ready. Even though we're moving not long after, it still feels good to get things ready.

I've been kind of busy, but not really. I've been playing the piano a lot, and spending time with the girls. My doctor wants me to take it easy, I've been having contractions, so I'm just kind of hanging out. Next week Dave is working a lot, so I'm going to really take it easy. The week after that, he'll be home on time, so I'm going to clean like crazy, and get things all in order. Then the week after that, he's going TDY to Ohio, and I'm going to spend that time sewing. I should be able to finish all my sewing projects while he's gone. Then it's bunk bed time! Well, Dave will spend February building bunk beds, I'll just supervise.

Sorry I'm boring these days. We're just not that interesting. I have lots of thoughts, but not many of them are worth sharing. I'm thinking about documenting our adventures getting ready for this baby, and posting them as kind of a "frugal baby guide". Just an idea. Anyway. I need to take a nap. I'm not sleeping well these days. Hmm... I wonder why... could it be the 3 lbs of baby I've got squishing my ribs and bladder? hmmm...

So... this is my favorite comic of the year so far...

http://www.xkcd.com/524/

New Year, new blog...

I decided to wait until the new year to start using this blog. Not sure why, but it seemed appropriate. Anywho, what to write? I guess I'll start with the holidays. They were good, not great, but good. Dave got two electric razors, and he hates electric razors. They give him wicked razor burn. He's trying to sell the better of the two on eBay because he doesn't want a Dillards gift card (that's where my mom bought it). The girls got enough toys to sink a ship, not kidding, we sent 7 boxes of stuff home, and another 2 are coming from Dave's parents. I got yarn, which makes me happy, and some other stuff that I wanted, so I'm happy. And since my parents forgot to get me a birthday present, Dave surprised me last night with an immersion blender, which is the one thing I really wanted and didn't get. Nora was really cute at Christmas, I told her that it was Jesus' birthday, and she asked "where's his cake?" so we had to make Jesus a birthday cake. Since we don't do Santa Claus, I'm OK with her thinking that the reason we get presents on Christmas is because it's Jesus' birthday. Overall, a good Christmas. And I'm very glad to be home.

Now the new year!! All of the stuff we have to do in 2009 seems much closer now that we're past Christmas. April 10th is like right around the corner! This is crazy. Dave and I have been tossing around some ideas for projects lately, and it's always ended with "we'll talk more after Christmas", well, now it's after Christmas!! We're thinking about building the girls some bunk beds. Dave is really handy with woodworking, and for about $100 and a couple weekends worth of time, we can build some nice looking bunk beds. We've been looking at getting bunk beds for a long time, and we thought we had found some at Wal-Mart, but my parents had the same set and they were so rickety!! I did not feel safe with my kids on those beds. I KNOW Dave can build something sturdier than that. He's been asking for a miter saw, and I was planning to get him one for his birthday, so this will be a good excuse to get one sooner. Then we need to make dresser drawers, but honestly, I think I can do that, especcially if we get the saw. Yeah, we're furniture building freaks around here. I'd like to get the girls moved into the bigger bedroom and get the babies room set up before too long. I know he won't use it for very long, but I'd still like to have it all ready to go when he comes home from the hospital.

Dave and I are still fighting about where to live in Ohio. The more I think about it, the more I'm on the rent side and the more he thinks about it, the more he's on the buy side. My issue it TPS (Test Pilot School). My husband's dream of dreams, is to go to TPS. He wants that TPS Grad shoulder patch BAD. So far, he's on the right track. He's getting his technical master's, and he's already talked to his boss about a recommendation (his boss is the Wing Commander, and a TPS Grad). Now he's talking about when he wants to apply. And he's thinking during AFIT. I'm against that for several reasons, the first being that makes three and 1/2 years of very high stress jobs with no break. He needs a break. The second is that leaves him no time for flying lessons, which will help his chances of getting accepted. I think I've got him talked into taking whatever assignment he's given after AFIT, and waiting until he's got enough time on station to apply to TPS. Well, the issue that that his TOS is only 2 years. So, we would be in a house for 3 years before he starts applying for TPS. He is saying, "Well, we'll just rent the house". I'm saying that there is no "we" in this. He'll be in TPS, I would be the one renting the house. And I'm not up for that. If I wanted my own business, I would have one, and it certainly wouldn't be renting houses!! So we're still fighting about it. And we're still fighting about the DITY move. All in all, this Ohio move is very stressfull!!

Anywho, I need to go. I've got about a billion things to do today to get this house back up to snuff after the trip. And I think my girls are busting down walls and such, which is never good.