Friday, December 31, 2010

Week 7 PP

I'm totally feeling fat and bloated this week. Ugh! Anyhow, I'm back to my old workout schedule with the addition of Zumba 3-4 times a week so I should start seeing results over the coming weeks.

Weight loss doesn't happen overnight. You just got to keep working hard and you will begin to see the payoff each week as those pants fit a little looser than they did the previous week.

I'm still trying to recover from the Holidays. I'm pretty sure I didn't gain but I sure didn't lose.

I bought myself some new workout clothes. Those always make you feel better.

Yep. Definitely bloated.

Other than the el bloto, I'm feeling really good about myself and optimistic about getting back into my jeans by valentines day.

My reward
Once I can fit back into my 8's, I'm buying a pair of Zumba Fusion cargo pants and a new tank.

Here is a look at Jackson at 7 weeks old who is really showing his vocal abilities this week. This is his favorite sleeping position and my favorite Pj on him. I love him in red!

Also, one last thing. Do yall know what Pink stands for?

My husband does. A womans vagina. That's what he says. Would yall agree?

(pink in regards to Victoria's Secret line)
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Wednesday, December 22, 2010

How I style maria's hair

I only use Kinky-Curly hair products on my girls hair. It is an all organic line for curl care.

I shampoo maria's hair once a month with the come clean shampoo. Washing any more than that with a shampoo is extremely drying to ethnic hair.

I condition twice a week with the Knot today leave in. It's very important you apply a generous amount an that the hair be soaking wet. It needs to be combed through and hair needs to be tangle free before rinsing. I always lightly rinse with cool water and apply more for good measure. We then get out of the tub to apply the curling custard. I use a generous amount of this product as well. I apply to small sections at a time stretching the hair down as I saturate each strand of hair all the way to the end of hair. As hair becomes dry, I re wet with a spray bottle. I do not comb hair. I combed The hair in the tub. I just finger comb at this point. Hair should already be detangled. Small sections nets the best results. Once applied, we air dry but you can also diffuse on cool air setting. Before bed, I put marias hair in a pony on top of her head. It's usually frizzy in the morning because she is a rough sleeper. It looks like this.

This pic is actually two nights of sleeping. I didn't touch her hair yesterday.

The only thing I do is re wet the frizzy sections with a spray bottle and apply more curling custard.

Getting ready to re wet in below pic. Hair is still n a pony.

Hair just taken down from pony. No combing. No brushing. I will now rake through curls with fingers and spot treat as needed.

She isn't happy with me and not cooperating. Once wet hair dries it will be really cute and fancy free!

I missed a spot of frizz up there but I'll get that. The rest of her hair is soft and bouncy!!

As the days go by the curls get looser and hair becomes longer. We will condition again in two days probably. Depends on how the hair starts to look. Right now it is looking great.

And some more angles of her hair

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Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Week 6 PP and your feelings

If any of you ladies are like me, your husband might be getting on your last nerve and the last thing you wanna do is back that ass up.

Week 6 is supposed to be the week in which you may resume sexual activity. "May" being the operative word. I "may" not want to resume sexual activity and that's ok.

First of all, I'm nursing a baby 24/7. This does not lead to visions of orgasms dancing in my head. It does not lead to visions of me giving you head. The only visions I have are sleeping for 4 hours straight. My husband seems quite understanding of this...... I wonder how much porn he is watching on his cell phone??

How many of you ladies just let your man get his so you can go to sleep? I'm guilty! Oh so guilty.....listen, if he wants it that bad he will take it and be happy about it.

I've got my sexy Victoria Secret panties ready for when I'm ready but these suckers come paired with an ugly nursing bra stuffed with nursing pads! Hello sexy!

I am also suffering from blurry eye/headache syndrome from not enough sleep. I quietly shut it up with large amounts of caffeine which may be a reason my baby doesn't sleep very well.

My husband is suffering from lack of sex and I'm suffering from lack of sleep. I think that's fair.

It's 10:53 am and I'm yawning and I've had two cups of Joe. The baby is passed out on my boob and the second I move him he will wake up so I will just let him be. I found out he likes the swing yesterday while I was working out. I'm gonna search the consignment for a cheap one. They never stay in those for long so I'm not paying over $40 for one.

*yawning again* I'm glad to be working out again. It feels delicious. I can't wait to share my results with yall each week. I'll see u next Tuesday with a new pic. Hopefully a small change can be noted.

The flabby is still there. I've not been eating very well. Christmas cookies are a bitch.

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Friday, December 17, 2010

One more reason to breastfeed

Fabulous boobs!

If my breastfeeding offends you, YOU put a blanket over your head!

Breastfeeding provides the best food for your baby!

Breastfeeding does not hurt if done correctly. I never got chapped, bloody, sore nipples I have read about.

It really does lead to an intense bonding with your baby. The baby loves nursing and it's the most natural thing in the world.

I am proud to be one of those mothers that will whip out my boob in a moments notice while walking the mall to feed my baby if he is hungry. I usually try to find a place to sit down, but I will carry and nurse him while walking. Nobody has ever said anything to me and they betta not. Feeding your child is not perverse. It is the way you were intended to feed your baby. I will not duck into a restroom to feed my baby. Yuck.

If you are on the fence about breastfeeding, please educate yourself and at least give it a try. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me. I will gladly reply.

It's been 6 weeks breastfeeding Jackson. He is yet to touch a bottle. I love that I am giving my baby the best food the way god intended.

I also have tips that worked for me to prevent engorgement.

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Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Calling all perfect moms..if there is such a thing

Its just me and the kids Sunday through Wednesday. My husband is on the road to Canada every week so we can give our kids the best. By that, I apparently don't mean discipline. Let me explain. My children get everything and I guess they think that entitles them to doing whatever they want while I'm pinned down with a baby on the tit. Me- "girls, sit down and quit fighting (calmly at this point). Them- *ignoring me*. Me-(a little louder this time)"GIRLS!! SIT DOWN". Them- *still fighting and ignoring me*. This goes on and on. I just give up after a while and resign myself to watching House while they dive in front of the TV, bend fingers, poke eyeballs, and wrestle with the now excited dog.

Last night at 7 o'clock, I announced bedtime because the baby had went to sleep and this became the perfect opportunity for me to get out a book or two and read to them and then lay in their beds and listen to what they wanted Santa to bring them for Christmas. They were playing with their magnetic "paper dolls" and ignored me. I even went as far as to begin reading the story and still they ignored me, favoring the dolls and each other instead. I felt rejected as I glumly walked out of the room and went back to my spot on the couch where the baby lay nestled and picked up my respiratory study material. An hour passed and Reese decided it was now a good time for me to lay with her and read her a story on my phone. I tried to rationalize with her after I told her No way Jose! She started in with her infamous screaming/crying fit. I remained calm. She kept crying. I threatened with the belt. She took off like a scalded dog to the bed only to come back again. I told her we are on mommy time, not her time. I explained they were being taught a lesson for ignoring me and not going to bed like I asked. She cried and screamed some more. This went on for an hour. I eventually succumbed to her pitifulness and laid in the bed with her all the while telling her we weren't doing this again tomorrow night. When I say bed, I mean bed. Get in the bed, be quiet, and let me do my mommy duties.

I wonder what the perfect mommies do???

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Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Week 5 postpartum

I accidentally deleted week four postpartum post but I still have the week four pics so here u go

And here is a pic with the shirt up

This has been a tough week for me. I ate a whole box of white fudge dipped oreos. My kids had two so that means I had ten. They are a 100 calories a piece. You do the math. We also ate at Tokyo hibachi for my birthday and alex got me my favorite chocolates. This means not only did I not lose any weight, I probably gained. On the bright side, I've been ice cream free for months and I passed up Ben and Jerry's today at the store with barely a glance.

Ignore the pads if you can. Lol. I'm a nursing mother. I love this nursing tank by the way. It lifts up under the breasts instead of snapping down.

My legs need major work. They used to be IMO my best feature. I'm getting those babies back though. Best believe that.

I'll c yall next week for week 6. I begin working out again Monday morning. I'm hitting the gym hard. I'll be back in shape by summer. Weekly posts will show more of a change once I get my workout on proper.

I wanted to give a shout out to my girl, Tishaunda Higgerson who has lost a whole person since last year. Look at her transformation since she started Zumba. She is now a very busy instructor and still dropping. She wants to be a size 8 I think and she used to say she would never be under a 14. I never looked at her as being overweight. To me, I saw a curvalicious woman. She is inspiring me to whip my ass back into shape and become my perfect size.

And here she is now!!

Like a tall ass drink of kool-aid on a hot summer day. She kicks ass! Her ass is probably gone too. I haven't seen it in months!

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Monday, December 13, 2010

Maniacal musings

holy shitballs! I got a bath

I was lucky to be able to hop into the tub and get a bath before the 5 week old baby boy demanded my boobs for his feeding pleasure.

The girls behaved quite nicely and I didn’t have to yell at them once from the tub. I might have been able to enjoy a glass of wine if it wasn’t 12:30 in the afternoon and if I had any wine. Instead, I managed to shave a few select places while examining my c section scar and pulling out a white, supposedly dissolvable staple. Well that sucker didn’t dissolve. I had to pull it out and it left two tiny little puncture marks in it’s wake. At least I couldn’t feel it because I’m still numb. Someone could hack off my stomach and I wouldn’t feel it. That left a nice mental picture huh?

Twenty minutes out of the tub and baby is still nursing. Hair is still wet and face is dry and in need of moisturizing.
(45 minutes out of the tub. Baby finally quit nursing. Hair is frizzing on my head and face feels like a statue. )
quarter inch of snow = no school which = crazy mommy
I do believe my other two kids who will not go to school this week because of snow and freezing temperatures are messing up my bedroom playing a game they aptly call twirly twirl as I type. I’m going to need lots of coffee and lots of patience to endure this week and the next. If only they weren’t girls, I might have it a little easier. If they were boys, I would ship them outside bundled up with the dog and sled in tow.
I would very much like a bottle of water and an extra wide mug of coffee and a nice book to read and maybe a nap but we all know the latter two probably won’t happen. I'm so simple it's sick.
For your sanity
Pretend like you enjoy being inside today and do whatever it takes for your kids if they are home as well to be entertained. I bought brain quest books for my kids to work on. I’m playing teacher today. I make for a rather short fuse type of teacher. I don't think the kids like me for a teacher. I'm like an evil substitute.

The modern mother plays a million roles and I’m happy to say that besides my somewhat maniacal musings, I love being a mom and my kids are the peanut butter on my whole wheat ritz crackers. Mutters to self....(now where are those damn brain quest books?)

This is always good for a smile

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Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Sunday, December 5, 2010

3 week postpartum

We all know it.

The dreaded postpartum belly.

We can somewhat disguise it
with spanx, but after the spanx come off, it still remains.

A lot of us women, myself included, believe the belly should just go right back to where it used to be within a few weeks of birth, but that sadly isn't the case. It takes patience and lots of working out to get it back to where it used to be. On top of that, we have to wait 6 weeks to resume working out, which can leave many a woman depressed which is why I recommend Prozac or a similar antidepressant.

I don't recommend looking at your belly for the first few weeks after giving birth. Have you heard of post traumatic stress disorder?

After the first few weeks, especially if your breastfeeding, it's safe to take a peak. It might look like you tacked a pancake onto your belly but that's ok. That's the way it supposed to look.

Focus instead on your sensational boobs. You know their fabulous. Flaunt those puppies and nobody will be staring at the pancake that has now become your belly. And now, the moment we have all been waiting belly at 3 weeks. I'll be 4 weeks postpartum on the 7th and I will post another blog with picture.

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Tuesday, June 15, 2010

I'm done

Wouldn't it be wonderful to wake up to well behaved children quietly watching tv and getting along with each other?

Y yes it would, but let's face it. We all live in the real world and that isn't a probability, at least in my house.

Laying in bed at 8:00 hearing the girls scavenge through the kitchen and scream and holler at each other is hardly my idea of starting the morning out right.

Some mornings I get lucky and beat them up but that doesn't happen very often. I don't beat them up as in beating them. I get up before them. Phew. Ok. That was a close call.

This morning I get up because I can't bare them running around the house behaving far worse than any little boys could.

I go the bathroom first thing and then I step into the living room filled with the aroma of nail polish and littered with a shopping cart full of kid paraphanalia.

I Ask them, "what have yall been into?". They look at me. That's all I get. I ask them again, "what have yall been into?". Again, they look at me like they have never seen me before and then Maria solemly admits to some miniature chocolate chips I use for baking. Reese just sits there.

I go on into the kitchen because I wake up hungry and after eating I will feel a little better and won't be likely to bite any heads off for any misdeeds.

I proceed to cut my apple into slices that I slather with peanut butter and I decide I should get my Italian beef going for the day as well, so I knock that out. The dishes are gonna have to wait for a minute.

I go back to the living room to claim my spot on the couch and turn to the food network. No Dora in my house. I place my plate on the table to the left and spy green fingernail polish half open. Ah ha. That's the fingernail polish I smell. So somebody has been into something. Like I wasn't going to find out. My eyes continue to scan until they fall on my plaid couch pillow which is painted haphazardly with said fingernail polish.

I told my momma to quit buying new furniture every year because her year old furniture she gives me just gets ruined.

I can't imagine what posessed Reese to paint on this cushion. She's five years old now. Who knows what she is thinking. I didn't beat her for it. I didn't even punish her. She curls up in the fetal position next to me not saying a word. Who can punish that?

Now that I'm done documenting this for her future torture device I shall get down to dishes and finish up the laundry so that when my momma comes this weekend she won't look upon my mound of laundry in disgust, whisking it off to the laundry mat. Well u would have a pile of laundry too if your momma deemed all the girls bedclothes dirty because they "smelled like a dog".

Just when I thought it was gonna be quiet, Maria just took reeses' moxi girl remote car and sat it on her head for the tires to eat her hair. She is now working like a little bee to untangle her hair from the tires. I'm done.

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Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Probably evil

Call me evil or call me genius.


I don't care.

I like to think that I'm a genius. Such a head in the clouds thought. A great thought to have for a mother of two, soon to be three, and a wife of ten years to a husband that tries his best to please me......

That last statement. Mmm yeah. Can we just leave that alone for now? Ok. Thank u.

Said husband is currently on punishment for causing me extreme anxiety in my pregnancy and I'm only 17 weeks. I suspect it could get a whole lot worse if he doesn't learn how to deal with me in a proper fashion. I'm wearing a holter monitor people. This is serious stuff.

Punishment around here means you can look, but you can't touch. It's only fair. I don't want to touch him so why should he be allowed to touch me. All of this makes perfect sense. Plus, I'm having to wear this rig. I can't even take a bath today not that it's my day of the week to take a bath but still, it could be.

You see, he has let his brother park his rusted, pedophile looking full size piece of clunker van in our backyard driveway for three years now. I was furious when I came home to see the van parked three years ago but was quietly assured they were rebuilding engine and it would be on it's merry way.

That shit never happened.

Looks like a storm victim van but it's not. That's three years of growth. 3 years of rusting. Hello anxiety! Is it you again?

Here we are today, me 17 weeks pregnant with baby 3 on the way, and a pedophile van in our backyard that I think is actually sprouting trees and assorted poison ivy plants, possibly a few dead cats and birds. Ok. Not possibly. Definitely. I've definitely seen a dead bird and there are always dead cats in abundance in my neighborhood. Not because of me though. I would like to do something to the little suckers because they shit in my flower beds like it's their own personal litter box and they crawl under our house in winter time and stink up the joint. (husband lets this happen...I'm thinking he doesn't like sex at all anymore). I often have fantasies of letting Cosby loose in the neighborhood so he can "chase" and "catch" them all. It's a sport for him. He quite enjoys it really. I pretend like it never happens.

Sorry. I got off subject a little bit but not really. This all ties in together somehow.
The rusty pedophile van? It's gotta go.

It's caused me enough grief! It's tacky, it's white trash on top of white trash, and I'm not white trash. I assure you I'm not. Maybe it kinda sounds like I am but I'm not. I'm real classy with just a dash of white trash but I blame that on my husband who is black by the way, so how did he make me a dash of white trash again? Oh yeah. The van. The pedophile van. White trash.

I work real hard to keep a clean house and I think it's super disrespectful for his brother to park his piece of junk at my house for three years simply because he doesn't have room at his house. Sorry Charlie. Not my problem.

I gave my husband the ultimatum this week. I told him he gets NONE until the van is gone. Naturally, he wants some so he gets on phone with brother real quick. Brother says he will come get it by the end of the week. I hope he does. If he doesn't, I'm calling the salvage yard.

I've had it!

Word to the wise, never play with a pregnant woman. We simply dont play.

Evil or genius? U decide.

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Thursday, June 3, 2010

A Cosby montage

Reese with her new puppy, Cosby. We got him February 18th, 2009
Could u pls quit choking me now!

Getting a little older

What chu lookin at Willis?

Oh boy! I'm growing bigger!

I'm just so happy and full of it!

I'm just chillin!

We were just hangin out

I know I can't go in the kitchen when my human family is eating. It's only being respectful.

I love Maria and she loves me.

And last but not least, I love my big ol knuckle bone. I've been know to chew one to pieces in a week! I've also been known to hide them. Oops

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Supermommies. It's what we do

They do not understand what a migraine is.
They do not understand you must immediately take cover in the cloak of a darkened room with the aid of a Tylenol 3 because that is the only thing your dr will give your pregnant ass.

They do not understand the strict sentences, "please do not be loud and please do not fight"
In fact, they do the opposite. They fight with more passion than ever before and they decide the kitchen is where they will do the most damage.

I fed them lunch. I fed them plenty.
So why does my five year old decide she wants peanut butter and jelly on ritz crackers and she wants them on Marias Clay Chameleon 6th birthday party plate where all her friends signed their names? Furthermore, why does she decide to set said plate precariously atop a bowl that is sitting on countertop because I have migraine and didn't get to clean up after lunch, so that the plate can come crashing down shattering into tiny pieces with large chunks scattered across floor....all of this loud chaos occuring while I'm trying to get rid of migraine so I can return to supermommy (not grouchy mommy) status.

Why me? Why today?
Oh yeah, I forgot.

I chose mommyhood and this is what supermommies do. We get up out of bed long enough with a raging, flash producing migraine to sweep up the mess and send the kids to their bedrooms for a nap or reading time so we can return to our peaceful, dark bedroom with the fan blasting, so we can work on the migraine once again, because it is now back at "kill me now" status.

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Tuesday, June 1, 2010

16 weeks pregnant

I just realized the other day that this pregnancy has pretty much been a walk in the park on a cool day, not a hot sunny one. Those hot, sunny walks in the park are not fun.

I only had indigestion for like a week or two, and the morning sickness was slim to none after just a week of puking every day.

I must say the worst part of this pregnancy has been the peeing all night long and peeing on myself when I cough... I swear I'm doing those damn kegal exercises! Oh.... We can't forget about the weight gain. I now weigh in at a cool 181 lbs. Not a good look for me but it is what it is and I will lose the weight after I have little Jackson, so it's all good. I'll deal with looking like a heffer for the greater good.

Oh and these stupid heart palpatations. Who in the heck gets those when they are pregnant? I never experienced this with the girls. Must be a boy thing. A sign that he is gonna give me a few heart attacks?

I've also been able to get off all antidepressants. I've been on those suckers ever since Reese was born five years ago. I couldn't live without my blessed effexor xr. It kept me together. It kept me sane. I loved it. And it loved me. I had to dump effexor xr after becoming pregnant for the more desirable zoloft. Zoloft is a joke. It's no where near the monster effexor xr is. I took it for a month and was able to quit it cold turkey with no side effects and I feel great! Just try to quit effexor xr and tell me your not trying to pull your hair out along with gouging out your eyeballs. Sex? Forget about. U gets NONE!

So, I'm pretty thrilled that Jackson will come from a nice slit through my uterus drug free! I can also breastfeed him without worrying about the drug crossing into breast milk.

I'm no pessimist but I'm not really an optimist either so we all know I will probably suffer post partum depression again and have to go back on antidepressants but I'm cool with that because my children deserve the best mommy I can be and I believe antidepressants help me with just that.

Until next time

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Tuesday, May 18, 2010

14 weeks pregnant

I'm officially 14 weeks pregnant today! Does that mean I feel any better than I did two weeks ago? Hell no!
I still get nauseous when I don't eat every two hours on the dot.

I'm still a walking zombie and I'm still using the bathroom every hour or more.

Oh, and I still have the ugly broke out face around my mouth and chin that isn't clearing up with prescription roll on.

It's a hot mess I know. Oh, and that's my ugly hair color. My hair refuses to color properly while pregnant.

One good thing that has come of my pregnancy are my new found boobs. I love them!!!

Ps. I live in these dresses I got at target for 15.00. They are soft and long and perfectly pregnant chic for the chick on a budget, which I'm definitely on. I can't afford motherhood maternity with all these medical bills. It's target and old navy baby and I'm really not liking old navy right now but what ya gonna do.

At 14 weeks I have noticed a absence of my indigestion. Thank you Jesus! I really don't suffer like I did with the girls.

Peeing on yourself. The new forplay:

My latest annoyance is the bronchitis and the fact that every time I cough I pee on myself. You would think I'd get smart and put on a panty liner but I don't. I just cough and voilĂ , I pee on myself and then I get up and change my panties. My husband thinks I do this to tempt him. No honey. It's not about you. I've pissed myself and I'm simply changing undergarments so i don't marinate in my piss. He's still turned on. I don't get it. I just peed on myself and you have a hard on and want to bend me over in the closet while the kids play in the living room? Men. I could shit on myself and he would still want to do me. Nothing could turn him off. That's the kind of man you need in your life. I'm thinking he is a rare species indeed.

I feel fat and ugly and I have a double chin again that's only going to get worse in the next 20 weeks and he still thinks I'm attractive and tells me so.

When your feeling ugly try this:

I just focus on my boobies. Those suckers get me through the day. I parade around the house chanting "I have boobies, I have boobies". The girls think I've lost my mind. I often just stand naked in the mirror and admire them for a moment before getting dressed.
I do this because after the pregnancy and after the breastfeeding, I will be flatsy Patsy once again. Those damn small boobies. Blast em!

The sex life:

I can't have sex missionary any longer. That's the only position in which I can have an orgasm. The peen doesn't hit right in other positions. I get real close in other positions but it's just not hitting right. This could be a problem. I'm gonna try alex standing up with me on edge of bed. I hope that works for me.

Let's not even go there. I dream of Edward Cullen screwing me on a nightly basis and sometimes my ex from 11 years ago. We were high school sweethearts. I don't want him but why are we somewhat having sex in my dreams but then it switches back to my husband? I'll blame this on the hormones as well. I prefer Edward Cullen. I ask for him by name before closing my eyes. I'll see you tonight Edward.

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Monday, May 17, 2010

I didn't sign up for this

On march 9th, 2010 I saw a new OB GYN, for I was pregnant! (screams) I always have a miscarriage before I have a viable pregnancy that warrants me a beautiful child, but since I've had three miscarriages my dr wanted to do extensive bloodwork. I had no idea what it entailed. I shouldve asked. The thought never crossed my mind about how much it would cost. (How much could bloodwork cost anyway.)

Here is a list of things dr checked me for.

I'm 31 and married. A little late to check me for herpes!!

I have no idea what this gibberish is but best believe they charged me an arm and a leg for it and last but not least...............

Amphetamines??! R u serious!!! And I am SO not lying when I tell you that the amphetamines test was 553.00. It was the most expensive out of all the others. I couldve just told them I don't do amphetamines and saved myself a lot of money, but they never asked :(

Those three pages of testing invoice came to a total of 1547.12 after insurance discount. Insurance paid 1079.55 and I'm stuck with paying the rest.

So out of this test I found out I had antiphospholipid syndrome which may or may not have contributed to past miscarriages, and they wanted me to give myself expensive shots every day(as if I could afford). I take a dollar general baby aspirin instead.
I found out I have a folic acid deficiency so more pills to pop (yay me)
I found out I have to get a 40.00 a week ultrasound until I'm 23 weeks pregnant.(again. So broke)

So basically I found out I have to spend a lot of additonal money just because of that blasted cream of the crop blood exam. Conspiracy? Probably.

My 11 weeks ultrasound. Weeks 12 and 13 they ripped me off Nd didn't supply me with 3d ultrasound.

I go this Thursday for my 14 weeks some odd days ultrasound. They say we will be able to tell the sex but can't u see the sex right now? ;)

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Sunday, May 16, 2010

Reese pampers mommy

Here I lay on the green chenille couch embarking on my 14th week of
pregnancy. I found out really early I was pregnant. I don't recommend
it. As I lay here, my five year old daughter brushes my hair
lovingly, telling me to lift my head up and also telling me if scooby
doo isn't to my liking I can watch something else. I am actually very
relaxed right now. She has now offered up another service. Braids.
"How many braids mom?". "Oh, I'll take however many you deem
appropriate." Every once in a while she takes a break to look at the
tv and pluck hair from the thick bristle brush. I wish she would just
get back to brushing already but I don't want to seem overly eager as
they never like to do things for long that you enjoy so I will sit
here and act indifferent. Oh. She just asked me if I wanted to watch a
grown up movie. I must be doing something right. I never get offered

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