Mama Needs Coffee.STAT!.- Musings of a caffeinated mama and her boys.


Galveston Island…
September 15, 2008, 3:55 pm
Filed under: BigBoy, my crazy life, road trip, the hubby | Tags: , , , , ,

 

 

has been the “home” of a lot of our families “firsts”. The hubby and I spent our first few days as a married couple sightseeing around the island. Sure, that weekend I spent a lot of time cursing that island because the weekend we got married just happened to be the same weekend that 400,000 people were, also, converging on the island for a big island party sponsored by a Houston radio station. All the roads were either clogged or closed. It was IMPOSSIBLE to get anywhere on the seawall, except on foot. People kept honking at us when we would take the car out. My husband and I still laugh about that. We were in bumper-to-bumper traffic for hours and the whole time people kept honking away at us. It took us 2 hours to get a couple of miles down the road. Well, I had finally had enough and yelled out, “I CAN’T UNDERSTAND WHY PEOPLE KEEP HONKING AT US. IT’S ANNOYING!!!!!! They need to quit it”

My calm and level-headed husband, then, pointed out that the reason people were honking at us was because our friends had decorated our car before we left and on the passenger side written in huge letters it said something along the lines of, “Honk at us, we’re newlyweds“. Needless to say, I shut up about the honking.

Just a year later, we took our teeny-tiny son to the beach for the first time. He was so cute. It makes me sad to think that the seawall ( that road on the bottom left-hand side of the picture) is filled with piles and piles of debris.

I wish I could give all of the people affected by the destruction of Hurricane Ike a place to stay. We wish you well. The city of Galveston will be back and better than ever.

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Pregnancy: the best diet ever.
September 12, 2008, 9:35 pm
Filed under: my crazy life, pregnancy, skinny jeans, the boys | Tags: , , ,

At least, it was the 2nd time around. When I was pregnant with BigBoy, I ate everything in sight and it SHOWED. I gained an easy 50lbs. Luckily, I managed to lose 30lbs. of it in the first few weeks after. I thought, at the time, that I would be back in my skinny jeans in no time. But, I was wrong. The weight loss plateaued, and  that was it. I walked around 20lbs overweight until I got pregnant again a year later.

With BabyBoy, I was so much sicker. I seriously puked 30 times a day for the first 4 months. And, 30 times was on a good day. I lost the 20 extra pounds I was carrying around from big boy and then some. On the day I had LittleBoy I weighed exactly what I weighed on the day I found out I was pregnant with him. He was a HUGE baby in comparison to BigBoy. They were both born 4 days before my due date. BigBoy was 7 lbs. 5 oz  and the biggest baby to date on my husband’s side of the family (My brother was 6 weeks premature and weighed 8 lbs.). Well, let me tell you, LittleBoy takes after the bigness that is my side of the family. We have nicknamed him “Tank”. He weighed 8 lbs. 12 oz at birth. 

I felt like he was a big baby when I was pregnant with him. I just knew he was bigger than our first son, because with our first son, I could still breathe and eat even in the 9th month. When I was pregnant with LittleBoy, I struggled to do both. The hubby and I would joke that my lungs must be very snuggly because LittleBoy to cuddle with them. He’d lean right up against them, for hours at a time, and I would hardly be able to breathe.

So, naturally, when random people certain family members would tell me that I was probably  wrong and he probably wouldn’t be that big of a baby I had to fight the urge to smack them silly. How the f&%$%  did they know? I was the one prancing waddling all over town with this 747-sized baby inside me.

Anyway, I have no earthly idea how our little boy got so big. There were many days during my pregnancy that all I could manage to choke down were a few saltines and apple juice. Food was pretty much dead to me. I can remember having such a strong aversion to the smell of stew cooking that I curled up into a ball and cried in pain. The smell of any sort of meat made me physically ill. I kept focusing on the fact that when it was all said and done I would have lightning-fast metabolism because I would be breastfeeding and would be able to eat anything I wanted.

I can offer a ray of hope to those going through the frustration of morning, noon and night sickness, and are planning on breastfeeding because I have been able to  eat anything and everything.

These past 8 weeks have been *glorious*! I eat at least one  Kit Kat everyday. I have TWO-PERCENT milk in my cereal, instead of skim. I down cheese crackers like there is no tommorow. Let’s just say, I’ve more than made up for the lack of appetite during that pregnancy thing.

And, most importantly, after an extended absence, size 10 jeans have made an appearance back in my wardrobe. It’s been a long time coming, people.