4/28/13
Whale Watching in Oxnard
Eric's dad celebrated his 60th birthday in March and at first we were unsure what to get someone who has everything and wants nothing and lives halfway around the world. We knew they were coming shortly after his birthday and wanted to do an "experience" birthday gift. So, we took Eric's parents to go whale watching. I wasn't feeling well and knew that sea sickness would be the last thing that I'd want to add to my morning sickness, so I didn't go. But Eric, his parents and the kids went on the excursion. And they saw a bunch of whales, dolphins, etc!! I was so jealous. But Lillie threw up on the boat, so I knew for sure I would have been done for, had I gone, so it was all for the best. Eric was on camera duty and he only took photos of the whales, no videos and only took videos of family on the boat and no pictures. Oh well. There were so many whale photos, but here's three:
Wall Beach with Grandparents
4/26/13
Long Time No Blog
Well, after a month and a half away, I thought it was time for an update. It's been a crazy couple of months for us, we've just been trying to survive, holding on for dear life. And there's only one thing that can cause that: pregnancy. I'm 12 weeks now and still doing in the constant nausea and exhaustion and occasional barf fest thang. But things have improved slightly and last week we finally got to the doctor and got to see the baby on an ultrasound, so my attitude has changed from "what in the world was I thinking doing this again" to "okay well, we're doing this". Can't say we're really to the excitement phase, but that's on par for me, it'll come. My due date is Nov. 7th, but the doc said he'd induce me on my 30th birthday, the 2nd, if I wanted. I cannot think of a better present for my birthday, but I'm not sure if it'll be best long term. Thankfully I've got some time to figure it out.
Pregnancy is hard. Hard on me and hard on my kids and husband. My poor family. The house has usually been a mess, I can't stand the smell of the kitchen even when clean (like I have to hold my breath to walk by), and I'm sure Eric feels like he's walking around in a mine field trying to navigate my moods. He's in charge of dinner every night and I have to eat like right at 5, so as soon as he gets home from work, he gets started on the second shift, cooking and getting the kids in bed every night. Even if I do feel okay during the day, by the afternoon I am feeling terrible and that usually lasts until I go to sleep.
So we're ALL excited for this phase to pass. I am hoping we'll only have about 4-6 weeks left before the nausea subsides. I dream of the day where I can take my kids on a walk, where I can go run errands, and sit through 3 hours of church. Such simple things that I used to take for granted. I spend almost all of my time laying in bed or sitting on the couch. Standing makes the nausea worse, so I am down and bored, a lot. Wow, such a downer post, I knew it would be, which is why I haven't written in weeks, but I just want to record this to show my child someday when they are being a difficult teenager. Look what I went through for you!
Since I last wrote, we had a week at the end of March where Eric's parents were here. We got to do some fun things like go to the beach a couple times, whale watching, hang out in Solvang, visit the Red Barn, etc. It was really nice having them here, cooking and cleaning and entertaining the kids. I feel bad that I wasn't a very exciting or helpful host. My kids are still talking about their grandpa who fought a bear.
The same day that my in-laws headed to Las Vegas, my mom and sister showed up to drive us up to WA to spend a couple weeks including spring break. The weather was terrible while we were there, but we did get to swim in an indoor waterpark, spend lots of tokens at chuck e. cheese and play with cousins every day. But I feel bad that I wasn't more fun to be around or more of a help to my mom. The last couple of days were plagued with the stomach flu and I didn't get it until the night before our long drive back. Morning sickness and the stomach flu are a bad combination. I only made it back to CA because of a blessing my dad gave me before I left, I am sure of it. It was rough, barfing in fast food bags along the way, and Eric had to drive the entire time.
Eric sold both of our cars while we were in WA and we swallowed our pride and bought a new minivan so that we can fit all the carseats in that we will need this fall. And he just barely bought an old camry for our second vehicle so I am finally have something to drive, if only I felt well enough to do so.
And as a folllow up to my last post, Lillie and Henry have gotten over their sleeping difficulties, which is great. It's nice that we don't all dread bedtime any more. That's it for us!
Pregnancy is hard. Hard on me and hard on my kids and husband. My poor family. The house has usually been a mess, I can't stand the smell of the kitchen even when clean (like I have to hold my breath to walk by), and I'm sure Eric feels like he's walking around in a mine field trying to navigate my moods. He's in charge of dinner every night and I have to eat like right at 5, so as soon as he gets home from work, he gets started on the second shift, cooking and getting the kids in bed every night. Even if I do feel okay during the day, by the afternoon I am feeling terrible and that usually lasts until I go to sleep.
So we're ALL excited for this phase to pass. I am hoping we'll only have about 4-6 weeks left before the nausea subsides. I dream of the day where I can take my kids on a walk, where I can go run errands, and sit through 3 hours of church. Such simple things that I used to take for granted. I spend almost all of my time laying in bed or sitting on the couch. Standing makes the nausea worse, so I am down and bored, a lot. Wow, such a downer post, I knew it would be, which is why I haven't written in weeks, but I just want to record this to show my child someday when they are being a difficult teenager. Look what I went through for you!
Since I last wrote, we had a week at the end of March where Eric's parents were here. We got to do some fun things like go to the beach a couple times, whale watching, hang out in Solvang, visit the Red Barn, etc. It was really nice having them here, cooking and cleaning and entertaining the kids. I feel bad that I wasn't a very exciting or helpful host. My kids are still talking about their grandpa who fought a bear.
The same day that my in-laws headed to Las Vegas, my mom and sister showed up to drive us up to WA to spend a couple weeks including spring break. The weather was terrible while we were there, but we did get to swim in an indoor waterpark, spend lots of tokens at chuck e. cheese and play with cousins every day. But I feel bad that I wasn't more fun to be around or more of a help to my mom. The last couple of days were plagued with the stomach flu and I didn't get it until the night before our long drive back. Morning sickness and the stomach flu are a bad combination. I only made it back to CA because of a blessing my dad gave me before I left, I am sure of it. It was rough, barfing in fast food bags along the way, and Eric had to drive the entire time.
Eric sold both of our cars while we were in WA and we swallowed our pride and bought a new minivan so that we can fit all the carseats in that we will need this fall. And he just barely bought an old camry for our second vehicle so I am finally have something to drive, if only I felt well enough to do so.
And as a folllow up to my last post, Lillie and Henry have gotten over their sleeping difficulties, which is great. It's nice that we don't all dread bedtime any more. That's it for us!
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