V dressed her up this morning for me before I left for work. More pics later of all the kids.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
Ode to V
Three things:
Yes, I'm going to continue to refer to her as V. Too bad, it's my blog.
I suck at poetry and I don't even know what an Ode is.
If you don't like PDAs, then you might want to skip this one.
Yes, I'm going to continue to refer to her as V. Too bad, it's my blog.
I suck at poetry and I don't even know what an Ode is.
If you don't like PDAs, then you might want to skip this one.
V is beautiful.
A beautiful person.
Stunning.
Naturally beautiful.
She glows.
She lights up the room.
She lights up my life.
She takes my breath away.
She makes me a better person.
My heart feels like it may burst.
I am blessed.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Gone Going Gone
Funny story from this weekend.
Saturday morning is going ahead like usual. We're all bouncing around the house trying to get the day started and trying to get the girls ready for Hip-Hop class. Generally speaking, before 9am we don't really pay as close attention to the kids as most times because we're busy with morning prep and we tend to let them play and stay out of our hair. Ok, I'd better qualify that last remark, I don't really pay close attention in the morning, V always seems to be aware of everything around her.
Anyway, so I'm taking care of things and letting the wife relax with the baby when Megan comes up to me with a smile and says, "Did you notice anything missing?". Not a good question. But what choice do I have, I'll play along.
"No, I didn't notice anything, why? And why do you have your jacket on?" She can barely keep in her giggles at this point and my curiousity is growing as she leads me to the front door.
"It's moving day! I'm moving." she proclaims, as she shows me the following.
That's all the stuff she's decided to bring with her, and she's going to wrap it all up in her blanket to carry it. Then she tells me, "There's a note on the fridge that explains everything."
For those of you not fluent in 6-year-old, let me translate:
"I am moving away, my new phone number is 60999 0110. Your daughter Megan"
I am laughing my ass off at this point and I'm wondering what country she's headed to with a phone number like that. By the time I got back to the front door she was already on her way out.
I grabbed the camera as quick as I could and shot the following video:
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Then I threw some shoes on and booked it out the door to catch her. By the time I got around the corner she had turned around with a huge smile on her face and told me,
"I changed my mind, I've decided to stay with you guys. Can you help me carry my stuff?"
Man, you just never know what the day will bring.
Saturday morning is going ahead like usual. We're all bouncing around the house trying to get the day started and trying to get the girls ready for Hip-Hop class. Generally speaking, before 9am we don't really pay as close attention to the kids as most times because we're busy with morning prep and we tend to let them play and stay out of our hair. Ok, I'd better qualify that last remark, I don't really pay close attention in the morning, V always seems to be aware of everything around her.
Anyway, so I'm taking care of things and letting the wife relax with the baby when Megan comes up to me with a smile and says, "Did you notice anything missing?". Not a good question. But what choice do I have, I'll play along.
"No, I didn't notice anything, why? And why do you have your jacket on?" She can barely keep in her giggles at this point and my curiousity is growing as she leads me to the front door.
"It's moving day! I'm moving." she proclaims, as she shows me the following.
That's all the stuff she's decided to bring with her, and she's going to wrap it all up in her blanket to carry it. Then she tells me, "There's a note on the fridge that explains everything."
For those of you not fluent in 6-year-old, let me translate:
"I am moving away, my new phone number is 60999 0110. Your daughter Megan"
I am laughing my ass off at this point and I'm wondering what country she's headed to with a phone number like that. By the time I got back to the front door she was already on her way out.
I grabbed the camera as quick as I could and shot the following video:
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Then I threw some shoes on and booked it out the door to catch her. By the time I got around the corner she had turned around with a huge smile on her face and told me,
"I changed my mind, I've decided to stay with you guys. Can you help me carry my stuff?"
Man, you just never know what the day will bring.
Friday, October 27, 2006
Seriously
I really don't like to gush too much about my kids, because I know how annoying it can be and how biased I am. And I know that I do gush about my girls a lot anyway, but V just sent me this picture at work and all I could think is "Seriously! She is ridiculously cute! She's amazing!". So, I'm posting the picture and I'm gushing about her. No one reads this stuff anyway.
Oh man, I love that little girl.Thursday, October 26, 2006
Muffin Top
One thing I've always respected about my wife is her honesty. (side note: should I start referring to Vicki as V? It seems to be the cool thing to do, and if I'm anything, it's cool)
V always has amazing tact and the ability to be honest while still giving full respect to the feelings of others. One exception there, me.
I guess it's one of the perks, one of the many perks, of being married to me, that she has someone that she can be honest with without having to worry about tact and feelings and all that sissy stuff. So, this is what I got last night when I removed my shirt before getting into bed:
"Oh my goodness, have you seen yourself? Seriously, look in the mirror, look at how you look with that belt!"
I crouch down to get a view of what's she's talking about (yes, crouch down, because our bedroom mirror is still leaning against the wall because I have yet to take the 10 mins to hang it, and then find out that I've hung it way too high. Don't ask). And to her credit it's pretty darn obvious what she's talking about.
My usual breathtaking physique has a new addition. The Muffin Top. Gracefully spilling over the sides of my jeans, my waist is showing the effects of my heart-healthy diet.
V continues to comment as I get into bed and try to sleep as fast as I can:
"Seriously, you need to do something about that, I worry about you. That is not healthy."
Again, she's right, but where's the tact and gentle delivery for me?
Ah, who am I kidding? With my nutritional history, she is being gentle.
V always has amazing tact and the ability to be honest while still giving full respect to the feelings of others. One exception there, me.
I guess it's one of the perks, one of the many perks, of being married to me, that she has someone that she can be honest with without having to worry about tact and feelings and all that sissy stuff. So, this is what I got last night when I removed my shirt before getting into bed:
"Oh my goodness, have you seen yourself? Seriously, look in the mirror, look at how you look with that belt!"
I crouch down to get a view of what's she's talking about (yes, crouch down, because our bedroom mirror is still leaning against the wall because I have yet to take the 10 mins to hang it, and then find out that I've hung it way too high. Don't ask). And to her credit it's pretty darn obvious what she's talking about.
My usual breathtaking physique has a new addition. The Muffin Top. Gracefully spilling over the sides of my jeans, my waist is showing the effects of my heart-healthy diet.
V continues to comment as I get into bed and try to sleep as fast as I can:
"Seriously, you need to do something about that, I worry about you. That is not healthy."
Again, she's right, but where's the tact and gentle delivery for me?
Ah, who am I kidding? With my nutritional history, she is being gentle.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
The Dream is Over
I've had my last Krispy Kreme.
Today is the day I start on the path to healthier living. This will probably be a long path, and let's be real, you know I'm going to be walking on this path, very slowly. But you have to start somewhere and I'm starting with Krispy Kreme.
So, I decided to go out with a bang. I walked in this morning on my way to work and ordered 6 original glazed, all for me. Here's where it got interesting. My regular girl was working and I told her that this would be my last visit so I was going to go big and have 6 today. She had different ideas. As she handed me my free sample, hot right from the machine, she told me I was getting a full dozen today, in honor of it being my last visit and all. She said she'd put them into two small boxes of six each so I could eat six now and enjoy six later. This time it was me that had different ideas.
So, I'm sitting here at my desk enjoying my coffee, and the first 3 people that get to the kitchen here this morning will have a nice little treat for them, courtesy of me and my Krispy Kreme girl. I'm all about the charity.
Today is the day I start on the path to healthier living. This will probably be a long path, and let's be real, you know I'm going to be walking on this path, very slowly. But you have to start somewhere and I'm starting with Krispy Kreme.
So, I decided to go out with a bang. I walked in this morning on my way to work and ordered 6 original glazed, all for me. Here's where it got interesting. My regular girl was working and I told her that this would be my last visit so I was going to go big and have 6 today. She had different ideas. As she handed me my free sample, hot right from the machine, she told me I was getting a full dozen today, in honor of it being my last visit and all. She said she'd put them into two small boxes of six each so I could eat six now and enjoy six later. This time it was me that had different ideas.
So, I'm sitting here at my desk enjoying my coffee, and the first 3 people that get to the kitchen here this morning will have a nice little treat for them, courtesy of me and my Krispy Kreme girl. I'm all about the charity.
Monday, October 23, 2006
Little Feet
I love Lauren's little feet.
And her little face.
And I love seeing what her little feet and face are going to grow up to be.
Lauren loves baths.
I Wish I Was Bored
Do you remember what it was like to be bored? Seriously, how many times back in high school were you just bored? Nothing to do, nowhere to be, and no one needing us for anything in particular. . . And we hated it! I would my left...umm...well I'd give a lot right now to be bored, truly bored, just for an hour even.
So, today was once again not boring. I personally set it up to be not boring yesterday afternoon when I realized that my wife had no idea how to run her own life or be an adult so I decided that I should tell her how to do that. By yelling. And being mean. And if any husbands out there don't know yet how to tell if your wife has finally understood the wisdom of your teachings, here's a hint: When you see the tears, you know your job is done.
So, our couch is remarkably comfortable, for anyone that might want to come stay with us. So, I made like a cockroach this morning and scurried out the door at the first sign of light. I spent the day trying to concentrate on my work while feeling like a miserable piece of shit and trying to imagine just how my night was going to play out. The drive home was FUN! Fun like walking into a bear's den wearing a steak suit. And how did my night go? What did I get from my wife?
Civility. Conversation. We even had some special time sitting on the couch watching TV with Lauren. So now I'm sitting here feeling even worse than I did this morning. Nicely played Mrs. Rogall, nicely played.
Tomorrow brings with it a field trip for Megan, problems to solve at work, countless errands to run, and a halloween party for Megan at her Sparks meeting, not to mention all the usual crap. Like I said, I wish I was bored.
So, today was once again not boring. I personally set it up to be not boring yesterday afternoon when I realized that my wife had no idea how to run her own life or be an adult so I decided that I should tell her how to do that. By yelling. And being mean. And if any husbands out there don't know yet how to tell if your wife has finally understood the wisdom of your teachings, here's a hint: When you see the tears, you know your job is done.
So, our couch is remarkably comfortable, for anyone that might want to come stay with us. So, I made like a cockroach this morning and scurried out the door at the first sign of light. I spent the day trying to concentrate on my work while feeling like a miserable piece of shit and trying to imagine just how my night was going to play out. The drive home was FUN! Fun like walking into a bear's den wearing a steak suit. And how did my night go? What did I get from my wife?
Civility. Conversation. We even had some special time sitting on the couch watching TV with Lauren. So now I'm sitting here feeling even worse than I did this morning. Nicely played Mrs. Rogall, nicely played.
Tomorrow brings with it a field trip for Megan, problems to solve at work, countless errands to run, and a halloween party for Megan at her Sparks meeting, not to mention all the usual crap. Like I said, I wish I was bored.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Talented
That is a good description for my wife. Seriously, besides all the mothering, wifely stuff she does everyday, y'know, basically keeping our family running, she also has a million and one other talents that she tends to keep hidden.
One of those is photography, although she would beg to differ. She always says that she can never get the good shots and doesn't know enough about the camera to use it properly. Well, I know everything about the camera and I never get shots like she does.
All this just came to mind again when I saw the following picture:
One of those is photography, although she would beg to differ. She always says that she can never get the good shots and doesn't know enough about the camera to use it properly. Well, I know everything about the camera and I never get shots like she does.
All this just came to mind again when I saw the following picture:
Of course, it's hard to screw it up when you have such a beautiful subject...and Lauren.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Happy Thanksgiving!
We had a great weekend hanging out and having fun. Today we went to Aldor Acres with the kids and they had a blast. As you can see from the pictures, Lauren was absolutely enthralled with the whole experience.
Hope everyone had a good long weekend. Peace out!
Hope everyone had a good long weekend. Peace out!
Friday, September 29, 2006
Blessed, but tired
I have been trying to get around to posting something for weeks now. I always seem to have time to post while I'm at work, but I don't have any pictures at work so it seems pointless. I know, I know, all my fans out there only come here for my witty banter, but I thought I'd like to throw some pictures in there too.
(Yawn) Sorry, had to take a quick break to yawn and feel sorry for myself. Ahh, much better.
The last weeks have been crazy, almost cruise-azy even. Lots of working, driving the kids here and there, feeding Lauren, trying to come up with something that resembles meals, and attempting to still have energy to interact with the older kids(what were there names again?). Ok, so maybe that's actually the list of things that Vicki has been busy with, but I couldn't really complain about having 9 or 10 hours of alone time every day with which to sit and drink coffee, now could I? Let's keep things real people, I'm the one with the 'real job'.
(Yawn) Ah man, I wish one of my kids had ADD so I could pop some Ritalin for energy.
Anyway, life is good, life is busy. I am blessed, but tired. Now, here's a bunch of pictures for you.
I love that picture of Kayla, she makes me laugh.
(Yawn) Sorry, had to take a quick break to yawn and feel sorry for myself. Ahh, much better.
The last weeks have been crazy, almost cruise-azy even. Lots of working, driving the kids here and there, feeding Lauren, trying to come up with something that resembles meals, and attempting to still have energy to interact with the older kids(what were there names again?). Ok, so maybe that's actually the list of things that Vicki has been busy with, but I couldn't really complain about having 9 or 10 hours of alone time every day with which to sit and drink coffee, now could I? Let's keep things real people, I'm the one with the 'real job'.
(Yawn) Ah man, I wish one of my kids had ADD so I could pop some Ritalin for energy.
Anyway, life is good, life is busy. I am blessed, but tired. Now, here's a bunch of pictures for you.
I love that picture of Kayla, she makes me laugh.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Back to Work Tomorrow
Reality bites. After 11 days of blissful hecticness(is that a word?) enjoying my new little girl and my time with my family, I got the call. My boss has a new deadline and needs me to come in to help get it done. So, tomorrow I will be back to work. Ugh.
Why would I want leave this?
Why would I want leave this?
Monday, September 11, 2006
11 days, is that all?
It feels like it's been forever, but in a really good way. So, here's a super-quick recap of Lauren's first 11 days.
Thursday, August 31st
10am: Vicki calls me at work, it's time to go to the hospital
11:10am: We drop off the kids with Liz and head to the hospital
12:30pm: Dr. Hansen breaks Vicki's water
1:30pm: Contractions have arrived
2:30pm: Contractions have decided against taking a break in-between, not nice
4:30pm: Nurses realize most of the pain is because the baby is facing the wrong way, causing 'back labor'. Back labor sucks ass.
6:10pm: Time to push
6:28pm: Lauren Emily arrives 7 - 10pm: Phone calls are made and we snuggle our baby
10pm: Megan and Kayla meet their new baby sister
Friday, September 1
I picked up the kids from Liz late in the morning and we went to hang out with Mommy and Lauren. Then we went to Abbotsford to pick up Grandma and Grandpa Rempel so they could meet their newest great-granddaughter. After lots of good visiting and some frustrating waiting for the hospital lab, we went home at 8:30pm and started our new life.
Saturday, September 2
Spent the morning hanging out at home and trying to get settled. The health nurse came by in the afternoon to check out Lauren and everything went well. Then we decided to go on a bit of an adventure to find some cute new clothes for Lauren, in Metrotown. Tiring, but fun.
Sunday, September 3
Relaxed at home, ran some errands, and I took my 3 girls to Superstore for some groceries in the afternoon so Vicki could get some well deserved rest.
Monday, September 4
Health nurse came again, everything's good. Tried to have a special family dinner out to celebrate the last night before Megan's first day of Grade 1. Failed miserably and ended up eating at McDonalds. Of course, the kids thought it was the greatest meal on the planet.
Tuesday, September 5
Megan's first day of Grade 1! Busy morning, busy day. Yay Megan! Had an info meeting for Kayla's preschool in the evening. Watched Will get evicted from Big Brother. Almost cried.
Wednesday, September 6
Kayla's first day of preschool! Busy morning, busy day. Yay Kayla!
Thursday, September 7
Lauren's 1st appt. with Dr. Hansen! Yay Lauren! Everything is great with Lauren, but Vicki is on her way to a date with mastitis. (Don't worry though, she did everything she could and she fought it off. Yay Vicki!) Not.Good.At.All. Try to run way too many errands before Meg is done school in preparation for a trip back to the Okanagan. Horrible afternoon filled with stress and fighting, but we do get packed and on road by 5:50pm. Arrive in Summerland at 10:30pm. Ugh.
Friday, September 8
What a great day! Vicki and the girls got to spend time with a bunch of their friends all morning and I got to spend time with one of my best friends, the 50" Plasma HDTV. So nice. Then we had an amazing joint birthday party for Madison and Megan in the afternoon. Wow, Lisa Hilgersom is amazing.
Saturday, September 9
Another great morning with friends, followed by a suprise baby shower for Vicki at 1:30pm. Like I said, Lisa Hilgersom is amazing. More people at the shower than I could imagine and it goes off without a hitch. Wow. Some great time in the evening with Aunt Carol and Uncle Dennis and Grandma Jess and Grandpa Pete.
Sunday, September 10
Last bit of fun with friends in the morning and a nice long visit with Uncle Jason, Auntie Lise, Alyssa and Kaden in the afternoon. On the road back to Langley at 2:30pm and back home by 7:30pm. Frantic search for lost keys and utter meltdown by Kayla. Not a good way to end the weekend.
Monday, September 11
School again for Megan and Kayla. Unpacking for Vicki and Dono. Took Lauren to the Health unit to get her weighed and make sure she's growing well. Hoping for 2-4 ounces gained since Thursday. She gained 7 ounces, what a champ. Nice time around the house playing, organizing and doing laundry. By 8:30pm, everyone is asleep except me and after an hour of cuddle time with Lauren, I wrote this boring post.
So, that's the synopsis. It has been busy, but amazing. I love being a father and a husband and I can't imagine not having Lauren in our life. I can't even remember what it was like without her. She has been such a good baby and she is just plain perfect. Here are some more pictures of our little girl to finish this off. More to come!
Thursday, August 31st
10am: Vicki calls me at work, it's time to go to the hospital
11:10am: We drop off the kids with Liz and head to the hospital
12:30pm: Dr. Hansen breaks Vicki's water
1:30pm: Contractions have arrived
2:30pm: Contractions have decided against taking a break in-between, not nice
4:30pm: Nurses realize most of the pain is because the baby is facing the wrong way, causing 'back labor'. Back labor sucks ass.
6:10pm: Time to push
6:28pm: Lauren Emily arrives 7 - 10pm: Phone calls are made and we snuggle our baby
10pm: Megan and Kayla meet their new baby sister
Friday, September 1
I picked up the kids from Liz late in the morning and we went to hang out with Mommy and Lauren. Then we went to Abbotsford to pick up Grandma and Grandpa Rempel so they could meet their newest great-granddaughter. After lots of good visiting and some frustrating waiting for the hospital lab, we went home at 8:30pm and started our new life.
Saturday, September 2
Spent the morning hanging out at home and trying to get settled. The health nurse came by in the afternoon to check out Lauren and everything went well. Then we decided to go on a bit of an adventure to find some cute new clothes for Lauren, in Metrotown. Tiring, but fun.
Sunday, September 3
Relaxed at home, ran some errands, and I took my 3 girls to Superstore for some groceries in the afternoon so Vicki could get some well deserved rest.
Monday, September 4
Health nurse came again, everything's good. Tried to have a special family dinner out to celebrate the last night before Megan's first day of Grade 1. Failed miserably and ended up eating at McDonalds. Of course, the kids thought it was the greatest meal on the planet.
Tuesday, September 5
Megan's first day of Grade 1! Busy morning, busy day. Yay Megan! Had an info meeting for Kayla's preschool in the evening. Watched Will get evicted from Big Brother. Almost cried.
Wednesday, September 6
Kayla's first day of preschool! Busy morning, busy day. Yay Kayla!
Thursday, September 7
Lauren's 1st appt. with Dr. Hansen! Yay Lauren! Everything is great with Lauren, but Vicki is on her way to a date with mastitis. (Don't worry though, she did everything she could and she fought it off. Yay Vicki!) Not.Good.At.All. Try to run way too many errands before Meg is done school in preparation for a trip back to the Okanagan. Horrible afternoon filled with stress and fighting, but we do get packed and on road by 5:50pm. Arrive in Summerland at 10:30pm. Ugh.
Friday, September 8
What a great day! Vicki and the girls got to spend time with a bunch of their friends all morning and I got to spend time with one of my best friends, the 50" Plasma HDTV. So nice. Then we had an amazing joint birthday party for Madison and Megan in the afternoon. Wow, Lisa Hilgersom is amazing.
Saturday, September 9
Another great morning with friends, followed by a suprise baby shower for Vicki at 1:30pm. Like I said, Lisa Hilgersom is amazing. More people at the shower than I could imagine and it goes off without a hitch. Wow. Some great time in the evening with Aunt Carol and Uncle Dennis and Grandma Jess and Grandpa Pete.
Sunday, September 10
Last bit of fun with friends in the morning and a nice long visit with Uncle Jason, Auntie Lise, Alyssa and Kaden in the afternoon. On the road back to Langley at 2:30pm and back home by 7:30pm. Frantic search for lost keys and utter meltdown by Kayla. Not a good way to end the weekend.
Monday, September 11
School again for Megan and Kayla. Unpacking for Vicki and Dono. Took Lauren to the Health unit to get her weighed and make sure she's growing well. Hoping for 2-4 ounces gained since Thursday. She gained 7 ounces, what a champ. Nice time around the house playing, organizing and doing laundry. By 8:30pm, everyone is asleep except me and after an hour of cuddle time with Lauren, I wrote this boring post.
So, that's the synopsis. It has been busy, but amazing. I love being a father and a husband and I can't imagine not having Lauren in our life. I can't even remember what it was like without her. She has been such a good baby and she is just plain perfect. Here are some more pictures of our little girl to finish this off. More to come!
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Lauren Emily
Alright, so I accidentally posted this yesterday on Vicki's blog, I had a lot on my mind.
Lauren Emily Rogall, born at 6:28pm on Aug.31, 7lbs 2oz.
Check her out on Vicki's blog.
Lauren Emily Rogall, born at 6:28pm on Aug.31, 7lbs 2oz.
Check her out on Vicki's blog.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Ok, I was wrong...
The Dr. didn't tell us to come back on Friday, he said to come back tomorrow.
So, we saw him this morning, he checked Vicki out, and said that she has progressed, if almost unmeasurably. I think he's just trying to throw us a bone here, but it's nice of him to do that.
Anyway, he wants it to come naturally and doesn't really care too much about our lives outside his office, so Vicki will go back in tomorrow morning and again Friday morning.
Whatever. I'm kind of over it all right now. The excitement and joy has been sucked right out of it.
So, we saw him this morning, he checked Vicki out, and said that she has progressed, if almost unmeasurably. I think he's just trying to throw us a bone here, but it's nice of him to do that.
Anyway, he wants it to come naturally and doesn't really care too much about our lives outside his office, so Vicki will go back in tomorrow morning and again Friday morning.
Whatever. I'm kind of over it all right now. The excitement and joy has been sucked right out of it.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Grumpy McAss
That would be the most appropriate name for me yesterday.
As I stated in an earlier post I have issues with patience, and this whole 'waiting for the baby' thing has really messed with me. We went in yesterday morning to see the Dr. and were expecting fully for Vicki to be induced since that was the word from the almighty Dr. at the previous appt. So, we had dropped off the kids and had Vicki's bag packed and in the van. Here's how the appt. went:
Dr.: Hi, how are you feeling?
Vicki: I feel like crap, I want this baby out, it's sucking my will to live.(ok, maybe that's not verbatim, but you get the idea)
Dr.: Well, let's check you out.
...uncomfortable pelvic exam...
Dr.: You're a little further ahead, 2cm dilated and very thinned out.
Us: Alright, so what's next for the induction process?
Dr.: Well, there are some other women who are also overdue so it might be a hard sell to the maternity nurses to get you in there. Come back on Wednesday morning and we'll see how you're doing.
Me(luckily, inside my head only): I don't really give two s**ts about any other women and how overdue they are, nor do I care about your difficulty 'selling' the idea to the nurses. Induce her and get this darn baby out.
Me(on the outside): Umm, you said last week that we should pick a day for induction that worked best for my work schedule, and frankly, today works best because I have deadlines coming up and I want to be around to help out when the baby comes. So.....
Vicki: Yes, and with Megan's school year starting next week, it would really be better sooner than later.
Dr.(not looking at me any longer since it's obvious I ain't happy): Well, it'd be nice to get you to go into labor naturally so do lots of walking and we'll see you on Wednesday.
I swear I nearly strangled him with his stethoscope. No, let's not put any worth into the fact that Vicki is miserable and the late arrival of our darling baby is screwing up all our schedules and possibly the amount of time I am able to spend away from work helping out. No, that would be stupid, let's worry about not trying the 'hard sell' to the maternity nurses. Yeah, that makes sense.
So, in my classic style, rather than get angry with the Dr. and cause an uncomfortable moment, I waited til we were back in the van on our way home and decided that, in fact, it was all Vicki's fault because she didn't tell him in the right way how much we needed this baby out.
Just to recap, my logic is that it is the pregnant lady's fault that the Dr. is not doing what I wanted, so of course she should be blamed and yelled at immediately. Yup, that makes sense, because obviously I am the one who is being made to suffer immensely through all this, I mean, c'mon, I have to keep going to work and that's just not fair.
So, that is how I earned the name Grumpy McAss, named after how I was feeling and how I acted. Yeah, yesterday was a great day. Loved.It.
Now, if she'll let me come along, we are going to see the lovely Dr. tomorrow morning at 9am so he can tell us again how Mother Nature knows best and there are so many other, more deserving women out there, and most importantly, to do lots of walking(wow, what a concept, no, we haven't tried that at all) and come back and see him on Friday probably.
That's my prediction, along with the return of Grumpy McAss following the appt. Like I said, I have issues with patience.
As I stated in an earlier post I have issues with patience, and this whole 'waiting for the baby' thing has really messed with me. We went in yesterday morning to see the Dr. and were expecting fully for Vicki to be induced since that was the word from the almighty Dr. at the previous appt. So, we had dropped off the kids and had Vicki's bag packed and in the van. Here's how the appt. went:
Dr.: Hi, how are you feeling?
Vicki: I feel like crap, I want this baby out, it's sucking my will to live.(ok, maybe that's not verbatim, but you get the idea)
Dr.: Well, let's check you out.
...uncomfortable pelvic exam...
Dr.: You're a little further ahead, 2cm dilated and very thinned out.
Us: Alright, so what's next for the induction process?
Dr.: Well, there are some other women who are also overdue so it might be a hard sell to the maternity nurses to get you in there. Come back on Wednesday morning and we'll see how you're doing.
Me(luckily, inside my head only): I don't really give two s**ts about any other women and how overdue they are, nor do I care about your difficulty 'selling' the idea to the nurses. Induce her and get this darn baby out.
Me(on the outside): Umm, you said last week that we should pick a day for induction that worked best for my work schedule, and frankly, today works best because I have deadlines coming up and I want to be around to help out when the baby comes. So.....
Vicki: Yes, and with Megan's school year starting next week, it would really be better sooner than later.
Dr.(not looking at me any longer since it's obvious I ain't happy): Well, it'd be nice to get you to go into labor naturally so do lots of walking and we'll see you on Wednesday.
I swear I nearly strangled him with his stethoscope. No, let's not put any worth into the fact that Vicki is miserable and the late arrival of our darling baby is screwing up all our schedules and possibly the amount of time I am able to spend away from work helping out. No, that would be stupid, let's worry about not trying the 'hard sell' to the maternity nurses. Yeah, that makes sense.
So, in my classic style, rather than get angry with the Dr. and cause an uncomfortable moment, I waited til we were back in the van on our way home and decided that, in fact, it was all Vicki's fault because she didn't tell him in the right way how much we needed this baby out.
Just to recap, my logic is that it is the pregnant lady's fault that the Dr. is not doing what I wanted, so of course she should be blamed and yelled at immediately. Yup, that makes sense, because obviously I am the one who is being made to suffer immensely through all this, I mean, c'mon, I have to keep going to work and that's just not fair.
So, that is how I earned the name Grumpy McAss, named after how I was feeling and how I acted. Yeah, yesterday was a great day. Loved.It.
Now, if she'll let me come along, we are going to see the lovely Dr. tomorrow morning at 9am so he can tell us again how Mother Nature knows best and there are so many other, more deserving women out there, and most importantly, to do lots of walking(wow, what a concept, no, we haven't tried that at all) and come back and see him on Friday probably.
That's my prediction, along with the return of Grumpy McAss following the appt. Like I said, I have issues with patience.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Oh Sweet Sweet Vindication
Today I got my test results back for my cholesterol and blood-glucose. I'm not sure if they make a font big enough for this next line, but to all the people in my life that have told me for years how I was eating my way into untolled health problems, I say...
BOO-YA!(I'm doing a little happy dance right now)
I believe the word my Dr. used (twice!) to describe my results was "unbelievable". Oh yes, unbelievable. Both my cholesterol and blood-glucose are well below normal levels for someone my age.
Oh yeah! Hello Krispy Kreme, and how are you today? Oh, why yes, I will be visiting you again real soon.
BOO-YA!(I'm doing a little happy dance right now)
I believe the word my Dr. used (twice!) to describe my results was "unbelievable". Oh yes, unbelievable. Both my cholesterol and blood-glucose are well below normal levels for someone my age.
Oh yeah! Hello Krispy Kreme, and how are you today? Oh, why yes, I will be visiting you again real soon.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Time For A Change
A change of attitude and a change of my blog template to go along with it.
And why the change? Who is to thank for it? As with all good things in my life, my wife is to blame, I mean, thank.
Preparing for the new baby and all the other life changes in the last year have gotten a little overwhelming in the past weeks/month and I have found myself not being all that much fun to be around. Generally, my attitude has been melancholy or 'detached' at best. (wow, i just used 'melancholy' in a sentence) It's all been about getting this done or getting that done and lately it's all been about, when's the baby coming, when's the baby coming, I want the baby to come, nothing else in my life can happen til the baby comes. Yes, I tend to get just a little obsessive sometimes, coupled with a complete lack of patience (see: January 1995).
So, the other day, and by that I mean yesterday but 'the other day' just sounds so much better, Vicki showed me another blog that she thought was funny so I took some time out and read it. It's nothing out the ordinary really, just a woman in California blogging her life with the rest of us, but it clicked something in me. I think it was because it reminded me of Vicki and me and it was a chance to look at something familiar from an outside perspective. Anyway, the why doesn't really matter, the what does.
It is a complete waste of time and all the glorious gifts that God has given us to be obsessive about all these things. All you end up doing is missing out on the really fun, truly important stuff so that you can feel like 'you got all your stuff done' and you're 'ready'. Who cares about that? Life really IS too short for that. Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to go out and buy a motorcycle and go skydiving now. But what I am going to do is try my best to appreciate what I have, right now, not what's coming down the pipe.
In case anyone out there is not aware, I have the most beautiful, caring, and overall wonderful wife on the planet. End.Of.Story.(currently, I am in love with that whole period after each word for dramatic effect thing) Vicki lights my world. And she's pregnant right now! Pregnant! There is almost nothing I love more in this world than my wife when she is pregnant, and I have NOT been appreciating that. I haven't taken a picture of my wife in days. Days, people. As if this is not a rare occurence or something. WTF is with me. Also, I have amazing daughters. I don't remember a single day that I have not been made to smile by them the moment I walk in the door from work.
So, there it is, changes are in the works. I am going to appreciate how awesome my life is, and I'm going to take lots of pictures of it too.
Oh, and I tend to ramble on WAAAAYYYYYY too long, but since you're reading this you already know that.
Peace Out.
And why the change? Who is to thank for it? As with all good things in my life, my wife is to blame, I mean, thank.
Preparing for the new baby and all the other life changes in the last year have gotten a little overwhelming in the past weeks/month and I have found myself not being all that much fun to be around. Generally, my attitude has been melancholy or 'detached' at best. (wow, i just used 'melancholy' in a sentence) It's all been about getting this done or getting that done and lately it's all been about, when's the baby coming, when's the baby coming, I want the baby to come, nothing else in my life can happen til the baby comes. Yes, I tend to get just a little obsessive sometimes, coupled with a complete lack of patience (see: January 1995).
So, the other day, and by that I mean yesterday but 'the other day' just sounds so much better, Vicki showed me another blog that she thought was funny so I took some time out and read it. It's nothing out the ordinary really, just a woman in California blogging her life with the rest of us, but it clicked something in me. I think it was because it reminded me of Vicki and me and it was a chance to look at something familiar from an outside perspective. Anyway, the why doesn't really matter, the what does.
It is a complete waste of time and all the glorious gifts that God has given us to be obsessive about all these things. All you end up doing is missing out on the really fun, truly important stuff so that you can feel like 'you got all your stuff done' and you're 'ready'. Who cares about that? Life really IS too short for that. Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to go out and buy a motorcycle and go skydiving now. But what I am going to do is try my best to appreciate what I have, right now, not what's coming down the pipe.
In case anyone out there is not aware, I have the most beautiful, caring, and overall wonderful wife on the planet. End.Of.Story.(currently, I am in love with that whole period after each word for dramatic effect thing) Vicki lights my world. And she's pregnant right now! Pregnant! There is almost nothing I love more in this world than my wife when she is pregnant, and I have NOT been appreciating that. I haven't taken a picture of my wife in days. Days, people. As if this is not a rare occurence or something. WTF is with me. Also, I have amazing daughters. I don't remember a single day that I have not been made to smile by them the moment I walk in the door from work.
So, there it is, changes are in the works. I am going to appreciate how awesome my life is, and I'm going to take lots of pictures of it too.
Oh, and I tend to ramble on WAAAAYYYYYY too long, but since you're reading this you already know that.
Peace Out.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Still coming to work...
Much like a watched pot never boils, it seems that a watched pregnant wife never pops out the darn kid.
So, last week at her appt, the doctor that was filling in for Dr. Hansen measured Vick and said that she measured 40cm. Now, 40cm is what one would usually measure when they are DONE and the baby's arrival is imminent, not to mention the fact that the week before, Dr. Hansen had measured her at 36cm. Hello!? 4cm in one week?
So, all week Vicki is drinking gallons of Raspberry Leaf tea, going for countless walks and trying every other natural induction technique she can get her hands on, because if this baby gets any bigger it's going to be a C-section, and she does not want to give that a try.
By the time her appt came today, her spirits had dropped substantially and she had actually become convinced that the baby was never actually going to come out and she would spend the rest of her life as some medical miracle for the world to be in awe of. (i'm thinking there could be good money in that) However, some good news arrived today at her appt with Dr. Hansen. Not only did the measurement from last weeks fill-in Dr. differ hugely from Dr. Hansen's measurement today, but he also "examined" Vicki to check how things were progressing in there and streched her cervix to try to help give things a boost.
So, she is actually measuring around 35-36cm today and it looks like things will progress nicely, shortly. And if nothing much has occured by next Thursday's appt, Dr. Hansen will put even more effort into getting this show on the road.
And yes, we all know that having the baby and Vicki be healthy is the most important thing and we should be glad for the lack of complications and not complain about .......blah blah blah. I want my new baby, and I want my old wife back.
So, put Vicki and the baby in your prayers please and we'll let you know as soon as something happens.
So, last week at her appt, the doctor that was filling in for Dr. Hansen measured Vick and said that she measured 40cm. Now, 40cm is what one would usually measure when they are DONE and the baby's arrival is imminent, not to mention the fact that the week before, Dr. Hansen had measured her at 36cm. Hello!? 4cm in one week?
So, all week Vicki is drinking gallons of Raspberry Leaf tea, going for countless walks and trying every other natural induction technique she can get her hands on, because if this baby gets any bigger it's going to be a C-section, and she does not want to give that a try.
By the time her appt came today, her spirits had dropped substantially and she had actually become convinced that the baby was never actually going to come out and she would spend the rest of her life as some medical miracle for the world to be in awe of. (i'm thinking there could be good money in that) However, some good news arrived today at her appt with Dr. Hansen. Not only did the measurement from last weeks fill-in Dr. differ hugely from Dr. Hansen's measurement today, but he also "examined" Vicki to check how things were progressing in there and streched her cervix to try to help give things a boost.
So, she is actually measuring around 35-36cm today and it looks like things will progress nicely, shortly. And if nothing much has occured by next Thursday's appt, Dr. Hansen will put even more effort into getting this show on the road.
And yes, we all know that having the baby and Vicki be healthy is the most important thing and we should be glad for the lack of complications and not complain about .......blah blah blah. I want my new baby, and I want my old wife back.
So, put Vicki and the baby in your prayers please and we'll let you know as soon as something happens.
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