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[Jun. 28th, 2010|12:15 am] |
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Well, I obviously need to redo this entire thing. We gave up foster care in the early spring this year, so only have our biological son Wyatt who is now 2.5 years old. I still work at the same place, but now am doing the work of 2 positions and 4 people. Jason still teaches, but has added coaching into the mix of jobs he has to keep himself busy. Not sure anymore who of my friends still uses this site, since I haven't been on here for ages. I'll update my contact info so you all can still reach me if you want and don't notice me on here. |
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| YouTube videos got me thinking again |
[Jan. 29th, 2009|11:04 pm] |
Just finished watching a video on You Tube. Jason told me about the newest ProLife ad...in which it shows a developing fetus and says that that baby would live a hard life, dad would abandon mom and baby, single mom would raise him, but through the hardships he would become the 1st African American President. Ironic since this President has promised to sign the Freedom of "Choice" Act which will allow a 13 yr old pregnant girl to get an abortion without telling her parents she was even pregnant in the first place...among other regulations it abolishes. He feels everyone has a right to choose what to do with their own body...but apparently a baby doesn't matter. A baby's not a person. Cause you know, an unborn child can't breathe air so it can't really be human. A baby's heartbeat starts before 7 weeks gestation. It has fingernails, deveolping lungs and a brain. So if a beating heart and a working brain aren't indicative of a live human, what does?
Anyway, the video I watched last was one I was actually warned about awhile ago from a co-worker; but haven't been too into YouTube enough to search for it. It's a letter written from an aborted baby to it's mother. It's beautiful, true, and made me cry so much I had a hard time reading it.
I just can't imagine how this has become so acceptable. I know there is stress, fear, and pressure for most of the women who have abortions. I just don't get how abortion can be such an acceptable "choice". |
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| Blahness |
[Jan. 18th, 2009|11:31 am] |
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Baby's sleeping, 11 yr old is not due home for another hour or two, and the girl is downstairs doing who knows what. My back is killing me and I'm seriously considering going into the bedroom and see if I can figure out the yoga dvd I got theother day. I miss bieng able to do Tae-Bo but my back can't handle the quick movements and turns. So I got some yoga stuff to try and stretch and strengthen my back to be able to do it again. This sucks ass. 27 and my body aches this much? What the fuck am I going to be like at age 60? |
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| Well, it certainly has been long enough |
[May. 5th, 2008|06:57 am] |
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Wow. Time sure does fly with a new baby. Wyatt's already 5 months (on Wednesday) and I can't believe how much he's grown. I look at pictures of his first weekend or see a newborn somewhere and have a hard time believing that my child was ever that small. He started smiling real smiles about Christmas time (I know, he wasn't even a month old at that point), and laughed a week later or so. He's been smiling and laughing ever since at everyone and everything. I have video on our cell phones of the first time he rolled from his front to back. Still hasn't mastered rolling from back to front yet, but that'll come in time. He is blowing raspberries, chewing on his toes, reaching for everything (and attempting to put it all into his mouth), and so much more. He's tickilish so I have tons of fun seeing how I can make him laugh from one day to the next, or even from one minute to the next as he'll be laughing and then stop laughing for a preferred smile, until I do something new.
Michael does a great job with him by playing, keeping him entertained if I'm busy, carrying him around some, and generally being such a good big brother. It's nice that he does that, there's not much jealousy and what is there we're all working around/through.
Michael's football team last fall made it to the Superbowl (second time in a row) but this time they came up short and didn't win. Hopefully next year. He is pretty sure he did great on his WASL's. I hate those tests. They're standardized tests that are required to graduate high school. If you don't pass all sections your last year taking them, you don't graduate. So as a result the teachers have to teach to the test. I really wish they could get rid of them, or find a better way. The tests are run every year, but I think they only count at certain grades, and they last 2 weeks. That's 2 weeks my kid isn't learning anything new. He's just spitting out what they've told him.
Oh well. Gotta run though, time to take the baby to my in-laws for the day so I can go to work. Hopefully I'll find time to post before another 5 months goes by an dI don't realize it. |
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| Just a quick note |
[Dec. 10th, 2007|10:33 am] |
More later, but mother-in-law is on her way over so I can run errands.
Wyatt Eugene was born on 12/7/07 at 4:58pm. 7lbs 6oz; 21 inches. Check out my MySpace acct to see pics (GoldLizard of course). I'll try to post one here later, but I hate trying to post images on here, it doesn't work most of the time.
Anyway, gotta run, but wanted to let everyone know. |
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| update |
[Nov. 24th, 2007|12:51 am] |
Ok, very quick update as I'm beginning to get sleepy but I know I haven't posted in so long...plus may not get to soon.
Still no birth, but I'm hoping for any day now. I'm now at 38 weeks and having such a hard time moving around I just want to be done with it.
Thanksgiving was great, went to my in-laws and had a wonderful meal with them and some friends of theirs. Went again tonight as there was so much food, and brought half of that back with us for leftovers over the weekend.
I'm still working, and will till I can't anymore (beginning of labor I'll call and let them know, but I'm working till then). We've gotten the new girl pretty well trained. Sunday will be her last working with someone (me) but it shouldn't be a problem for her, she's done great with everything else. I've trained her for some of my paperwork, and others already know the rest so I'm not worried about my work being left.
Trial for termination of mom's rights to the boys is Dec 3 and 4. Was supposed to be Nov 1 and 2, but her lawyer was able to get it delayed. Luckily it wasn't as long as we'd expected. So we'll see what happens.
And there's not much else, plus I'm sleepy...post more when time allows. |
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[Oct. 26th, 2007|09:13 am] |
| Reeses Peanut Butter Cups | 
Very popular, one of you is not enough. |
That has to be my favorite candy of all time. I can't get enough of them right now. |
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| I hate families sometimes |
[Oct. 19th, 2007|09:50 am] |
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Who the hell thinks it's ok to yell at a pregnant woman? I wish they'd get it through their thick fucking skulls that my husband and I have made a decision and my foster child will not go to their house this weekend, no matter how upset they get. And do they really think that yelling at me is going to get them what they want? Fuck them. Now I'm upset and my husband, who always calms me down and deals with people like this, is at work and I can't call him to help. So I'm trying very hard to do it on my own. 2 called me, grandma and uncle (of the kid), grandma was obviously upset but knew I had made up my mind. Uncle then calls and yells and chews me out so much, then when I had a phone ringing and someone in my office I told him I was at work and had to go, he continues his tirade. I hung up on him and (unfortunately) slammed my cell phone down. I don't normally do that, and since it's a new phone I don't really want to break it so soon (can't afford to replace it). I hate being upset, esp now. I am normally a person who gets flustered and upset easily, and I'm trying very hard to learn to chill more and take things in stride. Then people yell at me. I understand they're upset, I understand it'd be nice to have him there this weekend for the party, I understand too that grandma doesn't have a lot of money and that child eats a lot (but then I don't have much either and I still manage to feed him what's in my house). But we've made a decision, and a 12 yr old who doesn't like us or the decisions we make isn't going to respect us if we cave to his grandmother and uncle at their every whim. |
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[Oct. 12th, 2007|11:11 pm] |
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I'm so tired right now, but my feet are in so much pain I want a bath first. But the child used so much hot water I have to wait awhile before I'll have enough. I tried a little earlier, but only got barely half a tub of warm water before it went cold. So I'm trying to wait long enough to get to soak my feet and legs. |
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| Movement |
[Oct. 1st, 2007|08:53 pm] |
It's good to know that even when I don't feel Wyatt move for a couple days he's still healthy and kicking. I'm to feel him 10 times in an hour once a day. I usually do this between 10pm and 1am, as that is when he's almost always contantly moving. Even if I'm busy for the first half of this, when I calm down and relax (and pay attention) I can usually count 10 within 30 minutes. Friday was 9, Saturday was 7...I just thought at that point that since I'd been fairly busy and didn't count earlier that I'd just missed a few as I'd also felt him while busy. Didn't worry about it too much. Till last night (Sunday). I only felt him move twice once I started counting, and didn't feel him before that so I know I didn't miss any counts. I walked a bunch and had been cramping in the last half of the day as well. Hubby and I decided that if I didn't feel him in the morning at the normal rate, and was still cramping, that I'd call the dr. Well, I got up at 7, by 7:08 was in the chair relaxing while the boys got ready for school, cramping started with a vengence when I woke up. Usually when I sit in the chair in the morning I feel him move randomly a few times before I have to get up and get going for the day. Nothing. No movement, no hint of movement, and cramping continued. 7:40 I woke hubby up so he could get ready, and we decided I should call. I called at 8 when the office opened, and the nurse called me at 8:30 to ask if I wanted to come in for a non-stress test/fetal monitoring. Of course I went in immediately. Layed on the table for a good 45 minutes with the monitor hooked up watching the heart rate. It moved from 140 to 184, which apparently meant that he was moving around, I just couldn't feel him for some reason. So he's good, by heart rate never jumped, and I have an appt on Wed anyway. It was nice to know he's still ok. |
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