Well, for a little while at least. Just wanted to make sure I could even sign in...it's amazing what one could forget in over a year. It has been over a year since my last post, but life does a lot of things to you.
I wanted to revisit, to try to be better at blogging more frequently, because there are some changes that are underway in my life. They are no where near being finalized for my comfort, but I have had some little hiccup barriers that could have made me lose hope, but God always finds a way for the good work one is destined to do.
Next week, I will start on some Field-Based Training, where I will observe some classrooms to fulfill my 30 hour requirement. My hiccup was that a lot of the schools stopped taking classroom observers at the beginning of last month, and this observation requirement was just discovered a couple of weeks ago at a meeting with Region 10.
There are still other things to combat, but I know I'm in good Hands. Now off to work for the evening!
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Major Funkiness
So many things have happened since my last post - and all of these things have been pretty good excuses not to update.
After my last pour-out, I took a spontaneous mini-jump back into school life. So if you were to be looking for me at 7am on some mornings - I would be sitting in a classroom at a local community college, learning.
I also got in touch with that teaching program advisor after a spell of random events (my transcripts were placed in another person's box, another person who has not worked there since the beginning of the year, and the advisor just happened to see some papers peeking from this box of things to be forgotten, and she was able to reconnect with me) and she gave me a viable plan. Wish I could have known this plan before I applied for my current class because it not a necessary course in the long run. But He is Master over time.
Retail exhausts and frustrates me. It has always been this way - but the lack of routine is what is the most frustrating. Before my daughter came into this world, routine was the enemy. But now ask me how it is when I don't get to see my daughter in over 40 hours due to my schedule or through "clo-pen" shifts. Not sure how routine would feel, but I imagine it is this way:
Waking up at the same time everyday to get daughter ready for daycare (and Routine would allow ME to take her to daycare instead of leaving it to my husband (he is a champ, by the way) who is good friends with Routine). I would go to work, leave work at a regular time everyday and early enough to pick up baby girl. After work, we could do ANYTHING, go to the library (we maybe get to go once every couple of months now), go to the park, go shopping, maybe enroll her into a water babies class....and then we could make and have dinner together with Daddy. Without Routine's evil twin Retail, we could also have WEEKENDS - Time to do things I have always wanted to do, various events/festivals that happen in town, see friends, do things that my soul has hungered to do such as becoming more involved in the community or in the local church. We won't even go into the bliss HOLIDAYS could bring.
...but Retail is our main source of income, it is also the provider of health insurance incase baby girl gets sick or goes in for well-baby checkups...
I have been trying to find a way to break from Retail since my daughter was born or even find a way to change Retail into something like Routine.
I miss my baby girl a lot...and it has only gotten worse since she is so full of energy and personality. She is walking and just pure FUN. She has always been pure fun, but now that she is a little more independent and isn't waking every three hours as well as doing things on her own - it is exciting watching her discover new things or talents that she didn't know she had...and I feel as though I'm missing it all.
So that has been on my mind for the last...I can't even remember.
I am not going to log onto Facebook for Lent, so I will hopefully update more on here. So until then....
After my last pour-out, I took a spontaneous mini-jump back into school life. So if you were to be looking for me at 7am on some mornings - I would be sitting in a classroom at a local community college, learning.
I also got in touch with that teaching program advisor after a spell of random events (my transcripts were placed in another person's box, another person who has not worked there since the beginning of the year, and the advisor just happened to see some papers peeking from this box of things to be forgotten, and she was able to reconnect with me) and she gave me a viable plan. Wish I could have known this plan before I applied for my current class because it not a necessary course in the long run. But He is Master over time.
Retail exhausts and frustrates me. It has always been this way - but the lack of routine is what is the most frustrating. Before my daughter came into this world, routine was the enemy. But now ask me how it is when I don't get to see my daughter in over 40 hours due to my schedule or through "clo-pen" shifts. Not sure how routine would feel, but I imagine it is this way:
Waking up at the same time everyday to get daughter ready for daycare (and Routine would allow ME to take her to daycare instead of leaving it to my husband (he is a champ, by the way) who is good friends with Routine). I would go to work, leave work at a regular time everyday and early enough to pick up baby girl. After work, we could do ANYTHING, go to the library (we maybe get to go once every couple of months now), go to the park, go shopping, maybe enroll her into a water babies class....and then we could make and have dinner together with Daddy. Without Routine's evil twin Retail, we could also have WEEKENDS - Time to do things I have always wanted to do, various events/festivals that happen in town, see friends, do things that my soul has hungered to do such as becoming more involved in the community or in the local church. We won't even go into the bliss HOLIDAYS could bring.
...but Retail is our main source of income, it is also the provider of health insurance incase baby girl gets sick or goes in for well-baby checkups...
I have been trying to find a way to break from Retail since my daughter was born or even find a way to change Retail into something like Routine.
I miss my baby girl a lot...and it has only gotten worse since she is so full of energy and personality. She is walking and just pure FUN. She has always been pure fun, but now that she is a little more independent and isn't waking every three hours as well as doing things on her own - it is exciting watching her discover new things or talents that she didn't know she had...and I feel as though I'm missing it all.
So that has been on my mind for the last...I can't even remember.
I am not going to log onto Facebook for Lent, so I will hopefully update more on here. So until then....
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Little Victories
The last couple of days have been a whirlwind of energy, laziness, and energized laziness.
Upon waking yesterday morning, I felt sick to my stomach and let's just say things were not going so well in the bathroom. I hated doing this, but I called in sick because I was not going to be of very much use between bathroom time and stomach cramps. So I catnapped as much as I could, all with the gazillion things that go on in my mind when my hands are idle. So I spent the day being productive in reorganizing the finances on this new software I'm trying out, and breaking out the cross-stitching that had not been touched since before Lily was ever on the horizon.
I also proceeded to hang some things up around the house, because I am desperate to feel settled in the new place.
This morning Chris and I had a breakfast date over free Chick-Fil-A spicy chicken biscuits after taking Lily to "school" (aka daycare) and listening to preschoolers at a presentation given by the Heard Natural Science Museum. The two presenters were showing off various items and their place in nature such as turtle shells, pelts, and foliage. There was one precocious (and precious) youngling who kept asking "those" questions; "The turtle died? How did it die? Why did it die?...and such related difficult questions. I wonder how I'm going to answer when it's my turn to answer...
Chris left for work and I commenced on being productive. I hung up more wall decor, including getting the printer to behave and print some pictures of Baby Girl to put in this frame I got for her room. Needing some household items, I went shopping for such and picked up a couple of fat quarters. For those of you who didn't know, I got my very first sewing machine this past Christmas and having never used one am itching for inspiration and nervous to jump in without any idea of where to start. I picked up these two because they appealed to me and hopefully will provide me with some inspiration as to their intended purpose in life.
I also put myself in a position where my vulnerabilities are going to be exposed. I contacted someone about an alternative teacher preparation program. Christopher challenged me to do this, and I've been meaning to, but I am afraid - afraid that the answer will be no. But I know I have a backup plan, one that will take several years to accomplish.
The dilemma: one of the requirements of an alt-cert program is an undergraduate degree with a minimum GPA of 2.5. Yeah, my vulnerability is that requirement because it is lower. You see, my last couple of years of school were full of many struggles, including how to cope with my diagnosis of ADHD, to where when I got overwhelmed with alot of the same, I would just shut down. This was never a problem before because I was involved in so many things...to the point I was overstimulated mentally-which is sanity for someone with ADHD. So although my first couple of years of school were good (band, fencing, school, band), my last couple of years were essentially the same as me driving in a fast car that is about to go off a cliff, and me quickly trying to tie up ends to graduate with just my history degree instead of two degrees as planned was me jumping out of the car before the car goes over. A quick and dirty end to my undergraduate career, and I'm still scuffed today (no ones jumps out of a car going that fast without some scrapes).
There are a couple of options, and I have to accept the answer that I don't want to hear...but if I don't try, how will I ever know? ...and hopefully even if the answer is no, they will truly have the heart of a teacher and lend me the guidance as to how to proceed with my backup plan.
Upon waking yesterday morning, I felt sick to my stomach and let's just say things were not going so well in the bathroom. I hated doing this, but I called in sick because I was not going to be of very much use between bathroom time and stomach cramps. So I catnapped as much as I could, all with the gazillion things that go on in my mind when my hands are idle. So I spent the day being productive in reorganizing the finances on this new software I'm trying out, and breaking out the cross-stitching that had not been touched since before Lily was ever on the horizon.
I also proceeded to hang some things up around the house, because I am desperate to feel settled in the new place.
This morning Chris and I had a breakfast date over free Chick-Fil-A spicy chicken biscuits after taking Lily to "school" (aka daycare) and listening to preschoolers at a presentation given by the Heard Natural Science Museum. The two presenters were showing off various items and their place in nature such as turtle shells, pelts, and foliage. There was one precocious (and precious) youngling who kept asking "those" questions; "The turtle died? How did it die? Why did it die?...and such related difficult questions. I wonder how I'm going to answer when it's my turn to answer...
Chris left for work and I commenced on being productive. I hung up more wall decor, including getting the printer to behave and print some pictures of Baby Girl to put in this frame I got for her room. Needing some household items, I went shopping for such and picked up a couple of fat quarters. For those of you who didn't know, I got my very first sewing machine this past Christmas and having never used one am itching for inspiration and nervous to jump in without any idea of where to start. I picked up these two because they appealed to me and hopefully will provide me with some inspiration as to their intended purpose in life.
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| purse? blanket? flying carpet? |
I also put myself in a position where my vulnerabilities are going to be exposed. I contacted someone about an alternative teacher preparation program. Christopher challenged me to do this, and I've been meaning to, but I am afraid - afraid that the answer will be no. But I know I have a backup plan, one that will take several years to accomplish.
The dilemma: one of the requirements of an alt-cert program is an undergraduate degree with a minimum GPA of 2.5. Yeah, my vulnerability is that requirement because it is lower. You see, my last couple of years of school were full of many struggles, including how to cope with my diagnosis of ADHD, to where when I got overwhelmed with alot of the same, I would just shut down. This was never a problem before because I was involved in so many things...to the point I was overstimulated mentally-which is sanity for someone with ADHD. So although my first couple of years of school were good (band, fencing, school, band), my last couple of years were essentially the same as me driving in a fast car that is about to go off a cliff, and me quickly trying to tie up ends to graduate with just my history degree instead of two degrees as planned was me jumping out of the car before the car goes over. A quick and dirty end to my undergraduate career, and I'm still scuffed today (no ones jumps out of a car going that fast without some scrapes).
There are a couple of options, and I have to accept the answer that I don't want to hear...but if I don't try, how will I ever know? ...and hopefully even if the answer is no, they will truly have the heart of a teacher and lend me the guidance as to how to proceed with my backup plan.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Welcome 2011
Curious to see how far I will go into the blog-osphere this year. I guess my excuses will fall to, "I'm tired after working all day", "My daughter takes up my free time", "I had to do the laundry"... But then on the other hand, those "excuses", or experiences are what will add to a fruitful, yet boring, blog.
Today was a great step toward feeling more invigorated and productive. Since two days ago, I was really wanting to rearrange the massive living area that makes up our living room. Before today, we had closed off part of the space with the couch to make two spaces; living and office. Since Lily has been showing off her new skill of free standing (going from a sitting to standing position without pulling herself up on anything) whenever she can, be it the living room floor, or couch, or Mommy and Daddy's bed - we figured that the walking milestone is even closer. So I pushed the Great Wall of Living Room couch against the wall which opened up the entire space. Now Lily can walk her dragon toy from one end to the other. Now to tidy up said cluttered room.
We also were fortunate enough to catch up with a couple of dear friends for dinner. We haven't seen Owen and Amanda for several months. Owen babysat Lily for about an hour when there was a crazy overlap in schedules a few months ago, and Amanda has been busy being on call and doing what doctor's do, so the last time she saw Lily was probably when she was around two months old?
I am going to pause at this, because tomorrow morning is another day at the saltmines...and Baby Girl will be waking in a few hours as well...
Until next time, but hopefully that next time will not be in 2012...
Today was a great step toward feeling more invigorated and productive. Since two days ago, I was really wanting to rearrange the massive living area that makes up our living room. Before today, we had closed off part of the space with the couch to make two spaces; living and office. Since Lily has been showing off her new skill of free standing (going from a sitting to standing position without pulling herself up on anything) whenever she can, be it the living room floor, or couch, or Mommy and Daddy's bed - we figured that the walking milestone is even closer. So I pushed the Great Wall of Living Room couch against the wall which opened up the entire space. Now Lily can walk her dragon toy from one end to the other. Now to tidy up said cluttered room.
We also were fortunate enough to catch up with a couple of dear friends for dinner. We haven't seen Owen and Amanda for several months. Owen babysat Lily for about an hour when there was a crazy overlap in schedules a few months ago, and Amanda has been busy being on call and doing what doctor's do, so the last time she saw Lily was probably when she was around two months old?
I am going to pause at this, because tomorrow morning is another day at the saltmines...and Baby Girl will be waking in a few hours as well...
Until next time, but hopefully that next time will not be in 2012...
Monday, September 28, 2009
15 weeks!
So I am officially in the 2nd trimester. Supposedly this is the calm before the storm and after the storm of the 1st trimester. I still get nauseous, but it has become more of a "mind over matter" concept. I have to stop myself from gagging, because even something is starting to come back up when I have the most innocent of gagging episodes.
The test results from the NT scan were great, next ultrasound will be on Oct. 26th. This is when we will find out if we're having a boy or girl (if baby cooperates of course).
I am not yet to the phase where I have cravings...the thought of food can still make me sick, but I was so pleased to actually enjoy a salad the other day. For the nearly the last ten weeks, healthy food has made me (among other things of course) want to hurl. I'm sure "little one" is in for a treat on the nutritional side.
My biggest problem (now that nausea is diminishing) is sleeping at night. I'm not carrying any obvious weight in the front, but I do experience some discomfort if I end up sleeping on my stomach. I try to sleep on my side, but I toss and turn so much trying to get into a good position. I am holding out on making a purchase of the various pillows because there are three different types, and I want to be sure to get the right one and not "throw" money away.
I am also holding out on purchasing maternity clothes. I'm good on the t-shirt front, and actually, my jeans are falling off of me. I think because they slide off my stomach and end up being "low rise" jeans...
I'm probably crazy, but I think I felt a flutter last week...but it could have just been gas. I'll keep you updated on that...
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Close call pacified
I'm trying to be good about posting about what is going on, but it is crazy when you work full time, are "in school" part time, and growing a baby (another full time job if you ask me).
The only big things that have been going on, besides a looming feeling that I am going to be conquering morning sickness soon, have been scary.
On Friday, while at work I was noticing that I was not feeling 100%...not even 80%. And to avoid TMI, I felt like I was about to start my period...even that "did I just start and not be as prepared as I could be". Finally get to go to lunch and go to the bathroom. I was spotting like on my first day of my period. Trying to remain calm, but obviously panicked I try to call my doctor (but of course it was 5:30pm, they were closed for the LONG weekend) and I got the answering service where they get your information and send that to an OB on call. I get my callback and the doctor tells me to go home and get my feet up and relax. My work day get cuts short...I'm definitely not going to complain. Get home, get some rest.
TMI alert: (read next paragraph). The next morning, I wake up and go to the bathroom where I find a nice big blood clot...of course I examine it looking for any baby parts or tissue...just a clot.
I call the doctor with my latest development (after consulting with my mom) early early in the morning. It was the same doctor from the day before and she sounded like crap, she had a long night and was trying to get some sleep. She reassures me that what I found was normal and an indicator that I was doing exactly what she asked of me, for which I jokingly chastised her for not giving me any warning. She wants me to stay in from work on Saturday (funny, because I've been wanting a Saturday off for quite some time, but of course, not like that).
Bleeding ceases, and my worries fade somewhat - especially after throwing up a couple of times on Monday (my only peace of mind that I just might still be pregnant) and fast forward to Tuesday's appointment.
Everything looks great! We got a "peace of mind" sonogram from our scare over the weekend and got to be "mean" parents for the first time: Technician checked for heartbeat and we listened to it again, but baby would not move...baby was sleeping. So we tap at my lower abdomen trying to wake up the little bean (more like the size of a peach now) and it slowly comes to and we saw its little arms moving in front of its face as to say "Leave me alone!" and it did a couple of somersaults and turned away from view a couple of times. I'm afraid this baby is going to be a grouchy sleeper like its father. If Christopher is sleeping, and you try to wake him up...maybe because he fell asleep on the couch and you're trying to get him to get up and go to bed...he gets all sorts of grumpy.
Tomorrow we will have a level 2 sonogram to complete the Nuchal Translucency screening. It will be a more detailed sonogram at a different facility and they will do some early screening to test a couple of things, i.e. the size of the baby's neck which can indicate the chance of baby having Downs, spina bifida, any neural tube defects, or other early developmental problems. Hopefully baby will be a little more active tomorrow, but not too active to where they can't get any good measurements. Send good thoughts our way! :)
Chris scanned today's sonogram, so I will try posting that on here too.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
11 weeks, 2 days
To follow up from my last post, I did finally get a hold of someone at my doctor's office. They were of course concerned so they prescribed me some anti-nausea medicine and to get the fluids in me, otherwise they were going to admit me to the hospital the next morning. After taking the first pill, it was an amazing difference. I can even take my prenatal vitamins without throwing up - before I would skip every other day and not take one of them because of the smell.
I still get small waves of nausea, but I am now taking the medicine as needed. I finally moved from just crackers, to crackers/cheese, and now can eat a package of Lunchables. Exhaustion is the other thing I'm battling...but when the baby is about the size of a lime and my body hasn't quite adjusted, it is expected.
Online class is not quite kicking my butt, but I'm catching up on my two days off (today and tomorrow). I need post a response for this week and then I should probably crack open the book for Economics...
Other than that, I'm going to try to eat some homemade vegetable soup tonight...Please send good thoughts that I can eat it and keep it down!
I still get small waves of nausea, but I am now taking the medicine as needed. I finally moved from just crackers, to crackers/cheese, and now can eat a package of Lunchables. Exhaustion is the other thing I'm battling...but when the baby is about the size of a lime and my body hasn't quite adjusted, it is expected.
Online class is not quite kicking my butt, but I'm catching up on my two days off (today and tomorrow). I need post a response for this week and then I should probably crack open the book for Economics...
Other than that, I'm going to try to eat some homemade vegetable soup tonight...Please send good thoughts that I can eat it and keep it down!
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