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So, this is happening.
The first-ever Tumblr Parents Play-Up, a meetup for Tumblr parents and their kids. We’ll meet at L.A.’s historic Pan Pacific Park — specifically, the sand playground behind the Fairfax Branch Library — at 10 a.m. and let the wee ones frolic until naptime.
(For those familiar with the park, I picked the sand playground because the toddler area gets too crowded and we always find broken glass all over the mulch playground. Yay, Los Angeles!)
It may end up being just a few of us, but all parents and parents-to-be are welcome. And seriously, no creepers. The cops are all over that park, plus I’ve got them on speed-dial. And I’m a ninja.
If you’re in or near L.A., even if you can’t attend, please help spread the word by reblogging/Tweeting this. Thanks a heap. RSVP here and feel free to contact me with any questions.
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Warning: TL;DR
This is just going to be a random, things that are on my mind, no real rhyme or reason type of post.
One thing that I’ve noticed recently is that I’m feeling bloated again. I just had a period though, and hopefully its just from that. Which I find kind of weird because from all of my research I’ve seen that you won’t start another period cycle until your levels are at 0. I had a period the third week after I miscarried. Probably my strange body. I do want to start some sort of exercise regime, one that I can do at night, in the privacy in my own home with no one watching how ridiculous I look. I would like to be at least semi-healthy right now in case I am fertile enough to get pregnant again.
Which to be honest I think that it could complicate things further with his side of the family, also the fear of being financially unstable is a big one in that too. My rationalizations are becoming more realistic now, instead of my hormones making me want one because I don’t like failing. Like I need a do over or something. Plus the fact that I don’t want to go through that heartbreak again.
Next topic: Nathan, my adorable loving and sometimes very trying five year old. Today was not the best day for Nathan’s attitude. He had a ‘tude from Hell I tell ya. I think its because he was trying to show off because my brother had spent the night, then my mom came over for a visit. He changed his tune though when he got ice cream (for free gotta love my brothers).
Oh, annnnd I saw the cutest little young opossum tonight. It wasn’t young enough for its mother to be trailing behind it, but it was still young and inexperienced and FLUFFY!!!! Bah it was so cute! It was just chillin on my porch with me for a minute, then didn’t even notice me until like five minutes after. It hobbled away all cute… dawwwwh.
Okay back to some more serious stuff. I’ve had a toothache for the past three days, and let me tell you: it fucking blows. I’ve gotten a total of six hours of broken sleep (more like naps) in the past three days. I’m no stranger to toothaches, so I’ve got a pain regimen down pretty well.
- Naproxen aka Aleve works the best for me for pills.
- Alternate with some higher dosage of ibuprofen.
- Warm compresses on outside of face
- Massage muscles around the jawline and neck, up to just below the ear.
- Apply icy hot/bengay/mineral ice/Mentholatum/tiger balm. Just something about that stuff makes it feel better
- Find some antibiotics
- Brushing with sensitive toothpaste, being careful to baby the area but still make it clean
- Listerine
- Drink water, I prefer room temperature when my teeth are acting up
The man hasn’t had enough time with his guys, or even time to just get out of the house without me. So he went out with his friends tonight, and I do trust them. They aren’t going to the bar or anything there’s just a bonfire. I believe them because his friends got schwasted last night and I know his best friend is more of a smoker than a drinker. Plus, I’m working on my trust issues too. Usually when he gets to go out I feel a little pang of jealousy. Its usually because I don’t have any friends, I don’t hang out with anyone my age anymore. Or its because I haven’t gotten to leave the house in days. But I’m not mad. Or jealous this time. But I did feel bad because he hasn’t seen his best friend in many months. He didn’t even get a chance to tell his best friend we were pregnant, I miscarried four weeks after we found out, so it was like three months ago last time we saw him.
Okay. I’m done. Hope you have a good night.
Today was hard
So I’ve been missing my belly today.
While at work, I’ve seen people that I haven’t seen in weeks because of scheduling. So when they playfully go to rub or tap tap the tummy, I look at them with a heavy heart and have to break the news to them. Its honestly like reliving it every time I tell someone. Then I can tell that they feel bad for their actions. I’m not upset with them, they didn’t know.
Or when they do know, and they see me, I can tell. Just by that face. You know they sympathy face? Yeah, that one. What do you say to someone who says, “Oh I heard about what happened, I’m so sorry”? I usually respond with something along the lines of “Oh that’s okay”.
But you know what? I’m lying its not okay. It sucks. It sucks worse than anything that has sucked before. Its not okay. I’m not okay. And I don’t care what the reason is, because you know, “there is a reason for everything”.
I’d like to know why my baby died. Is there really a reason? Is that so-called reason good enough? No. Its not ever going to make me feel better about it.
I’ve cancelled all of the recurring emails I previously signed up for, but one keeps coming to me. And of course it lets me know how far along I would be.
I’d be 17 weeks. Three weeks ago I lost a child. My child. My baby. My body is still going through the hormone changes by retaliating on my skin, my moods, and my overall demeanor.
I know its going to be a few more weeks before my hormone levels are back to normal. But I can’t help but hope that it will all be over soon.
Its a lingering reminder of my loss. I’m just… so…. very very sad.
This is one of those times that I wish I had friends. Real life friends.
(Source: 0nly-fools-fallinl0ve)
Shitting in cloth
Alright I know I haven’t posted a quality text post in a few days, but I’ve been busy doing weekend things.
Something interesting that I have been researching today is doing the whole cloth diaper thing. I mean, its not that cheap to start up, but it will save you literally thousands of dollars in buying disposable diapers. Aside from the doing your part to save the environment, you’ll also be saving your wallet.
I have done the math, and its pretty fucking impressive. Not only that, it will help your little one potty train faster, less likely to give them those painful rashes, cloth diapers have no chemicals in them, and did I mention it will save you a fuckton of money.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, disposables are totally easy, convenient, and you can buy them anywhere. Plus you won’t have to shake the poop into the toilet and do laundry every few days, or God forbid hand wash them.
I was thinking of doing both. You know, cloth diapers for home, and disposables when we travel or go out, or when little one is going to be at grandma and grandpa’s house. Just trying to cut some corners because I’m broke.
Even if you are set on using disposables (trust me I’m not one to judge, my first had them) I think you should give it a good read anyway. You can find out more here.
