spaghetti

I thought that Aunt NiNi would appreciate this post :) She was lovely enough to bring us stuff to make spaghetti for dinner last night.

Now anyone who really knows me when it comes to Brayden eating, I am anti mess. If it is ooey and gooey I will feed it to him. Well, this time I decided to let Brayden do the feeding. I cringed through every part of it and he quickly got a bath right after.

But this did allow me to get some pictures of my messy tater.

Five on Friday

1) We all survived our first night at home with all 4 of us. Brayden at one point this morning walked over to the bassinet and didn't touch it but just peered in and then looked at me with that "shes okay ma" look on his face.

2) Yesterday we were visited by the diaper and wipe fairy. Our friend Kathy and her girls stopped by with the deluxe econo size boxes of diapers from Sams Club. So sitting in my living room we have 434 diapers not including the box that we bought Brayden earlier that day along with 704 wipes.

3) Our last little kitty, Little E, had to be put down today. As of last night he had found a new home, whom had other animals and everything. So he took him home, we gave him the litter that we had and everything. Well not even an hour later he calls his brother, our neighbor, to tell him he's bringing him back. Sure, we assumed that his girlfriend didn't want a kitten. He told us he had given him a bath and a flea treatment. This morning we wake up and Little E isn't quite right. He's shaking and just rightly can't walk right. Come to find out the flea treatment that he used was Frontline for a dog. Now anyone who has ever had animals should know that you can't use dog flea treatments on cats because of Permethrin, the main ingredient for dogs and a poison to cats. Yes he used that on Little E. It would have cost roughly $400 to make him better and that was still not going to be a def. survival. That's money that we don't have. So thankfully our vet put him down for nothing so that he didn't suffer any more than he had.

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5) Aunt NiNi is the best!

Welcome to the world Aslynn!!!

Aslynn literally flew into this world at 12:11 pm on June 23rd.

After 3 failed attempts at an epidural and the started attempt at a spinal and an anxiety attack which dropped my blood sugar, I manged to go from 8cm to 10 and ready within 5 minutes and needless to say that wasn't enough time for Dr. Aguayo to get into the room. The anesthesiologist and the Labor and Delivery nurse delivered her after two pushes. So after a completely pain free labor with Brayden that lasted 16 hours, I experienced a very painful labor that lasted a few hours and a few dozen tears and a delivery bed that if it could talk would probably swear at me. Yes, I will admit that a drug-free birth wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but with a 6 pounder with a little head that resulted in no tears I can say that. BUT the labor itself was something I would much rather never EVER experience again. I don't deal well with pain and this pain was way off the 1-10 scale they ask you to use.

Five on Friday

1) I'm counting down the days. Tomorrow I will be exactly the same gestational age that I was with Brayden when he decided to make his appearance. And then I'm counting down until Thursday.

2) I remember wishing for the day that Brayden would start walking. Now, I'm honestly wishing for the day he would stop running because even with a good foot he is still quicker than me and always beats me to the bathroom before I can shut him out.

3) Brad is healing well. He went for his post-op follow-up yesterday and can start doing some very minimal exercises and instead of his "man bra immobilizer" he is now proudly sporting a TOC sling. Now let's get him back to work!

4) Butters the kitten found a new home with Brooke. He is now known as Bandit and I honestly can't wait to see what he looks like when he gets bigger. We all miss his little snuggle bug self here but he seems to have stolen the hearts of her family.

5) Brayden is officially on real cows milk and we haven't had a problem with it and his belly so I think that we are in the clear for that. He's adjusting well to the sippy cup with only a nighttime bottle for right now.

In need of work boots??

I personally have never worked a job where I was required to wear any kind of work boots. Brad on the other hand is required to have a steel toe work boot at National Copper. We've always had a problem finding two things in work boots for him 1) a size 15 and 2) a pair that isn't going to kick the bucket in a few months. Luckily we came across this site and they carry some good, well known brand boots.

Ten on Thursday

1) I broke my first bone. I was retarded and that's where we will stop at that explanation. My foot like it should belong to Barney. It resembles a purple club. I no longer have toes but some sort of nasty extension from the foot.

2) Brad survived his 2nd surgery of the year. His doctor seriously resembled Herman Munster from "The Munsters" Now the countdown back to work begins.

3) I'm still preggo. 'nuff said. Tuesday when I go we'll talk about induction have I not popped this baby out.

4) Brayden successfully turned 1 on the 7th. I'm glad the party is over. It did go better than I thought it would and am pleased that he enjoyed himself.

5) Speaking of Brayden-he is walking now. He's able to stand up on his own as well and just start that butt shimmy that he does that I am starting to fall in love with.

6) I have two more kitties that need homes. Brooke so graciously took Butters, as much as I will miss him and his adorable self, but he'll lend a mending paw with her and love her so much.

7) Allergies suck. Pregnant allergies suck even worse.

8) Brad's mom's pool is almost complete. Concrete should be done around Monday or so. Brayden loves to swim. That's my water baby :)

9) I have tons of pictures to upload-from birthday to my foot and possibly of the big goob who has to have "happy medicine" prior to surgery.

10) Aunt NiNi needs to get her house cleaned up for a spendanight...I swear today he somewhat said NiNi.

Can I not catch a break?

In March Brad was out of work for 2 weeks, one without pay, because of his appendix.

In April I get laid off, 7 months preggo and get denied Unemployment and have yet to hear anything about my appeal. We're living off Brad's income and he moves to another shift to work OT.

Just a few weeks ago I spend 3 days in the hospital and Brad takes off time to take care of both Brayden and me. So we didn't get any income there either.

Yesterday Brad was playing in the pool and slipped and dislocated his shoulder after 3 years of it initially happening. He goes and sees the Dr today and ultimately sends him to see a shoulder specialist.

This Dr says that Brad needs an MRI and quite possibly surgery depending on how bad things got messed up this time around. AND HE CAN'T WORK UNTIL THE MRI FOLLOW-UP. We don't know when this MRI is just yet, we'll find that out tomorrow.

If he does indeed need surgery then well I'm up shit creek because he'll be out six weeks and I'm in the first stage of labor.

So that equals NO INCOME. Well except the shitty little disability that he would get. Which I believe was less than what I was making working 25 hours a week at 7.25/hour.


Add on top of that I'm on my wits end about a vehicle and no one has nibbled and we were really hoping that this would be what would happen.

So I guess we'll go the trade in route and hopefully not get screwed over.

Add in the stress of Brayden's birthday and everything else and wondering if the next contraction will be within so many minutes and if they will continue like that.



I thought God answered prayers?