tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89834661376896445372013-08-27T17:25:43.223-07:00a rambling blogCindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150125112864194788noreply@blogger.comBlogger187125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983466137689644537.post-12580986172796383322012-12-31T18:23:00.001-08:002012-12-31T18:23:13.697-08:002012-12-31T18:23:13.697-08:00

Last day of 2012- omg! I am going to be ushering in the new year in my call room. Hopefully will be sound asleep as the year of the dragon becomes the year of the... snake? This has for sure been the craziest, funniest, saddest, scariest and best year I've ever had. I feel so so lucky for everything I have. Back in April, when I was falling apart a bit, I couldn't even imagine what the end of

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Well, it's been a while since I've posted anything and in the mean time my lil nugget has gotten so big. 8 months big, actually. True to what everyone said, he gets more and more fun. A lot has changed with me too. Things just feel easier. I think less about what I'm doing and just do it. The voice in my head that used to remind me how different life is now has finally just STFU. And it feels

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Stuff I like now: 1. Amazon.com prime membership. I basically never used amazon until we had a baby. Because I had the time and ease of life to go anywhere I want anytime to buy things. I mean, I used to shop at no less than 5 different grocery stores, because there was something I realllly liked at each one which could only be bought there: Uwajimaya, zupans, new seasons, costco, safeway... Now

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That used to mean: fancy shampoo and hair styling at the salon ( although never actually had one before. But I meant to treat myself to one sometime), but now refers to bring covered in poo. We ran out of diapers on vacation and could only find the 'cruisers' variety in town. Seemed like 'cruisers' needed more intense diaper infrastructure than 'swaddlers'. Maybe not, as the first cruiser diaper

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I feel like crap. Like yesterday. I was post-call. My night hadn't been too bad-- I mean, i've had much much worse-- and John wasn't working yesterday (a thousand sighs and whews). We actually had a nice day: went to the farmer's market, then I napped for an hour while Hewitt was napping, ran some errands together... Yeah, it was a nice day. But by the time H's day was wrapping up, we were both

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The past few days, Hewitt has developed an unfortunate habit. No, he hasn't taken up smoking, but he has started to let loose a blood curdling scream. He doesnt appear to be upset when h does it-- his face is otherwise relaxed save for his wide open mouth, tongue curled up in a "u" shape. It's the kind of scream that gets portrayed in a cartoon by an up close mouth shot of someone's uvula

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Happy 5 months, peanut!! It feels like he is doing something new every day. He surprised us with 2 rather early little hamster teeth. They are, I think, freakishly adorable. A bit later than some he started rolling onto his belly. He's just done it a few times . I guess bigger babies take a but linger to start rolling- all that mass to turn ! And he is a chunk. He also started gnawing on his own

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Sweet potato and brown rice... Not as much of a hit as banana or pear. Can't say I disagree.

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Grateful for today: 1. Sun! 2. A fun morning at stroller strides with H 3. Dinner with my husband while H slept peacefully Looking forward to tomorrow: 1. Dinner with my niece and nephew. John is grilling game hens- yum! 2. Playing with H in the grass 3. Putting together another couple of scrapbook pages-- it's a slow process !

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Okay, first I have to say that I did stroller strides this morning and it kicked my arse again. That hour goes by so quickly! I love that it's something I can bring Hewitt to, although I don't think he's the biggest fan-he did scream through most of class again. Well, he really only screams when I am not pushing the stroller--like when we stop to do burpees or push-ups or stair stuff. He believes

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Well, I got my first call since leave under my belt. I was doing pretty well until H's bedtime, when John sent me a picture of him post-bath and getting in his jammies. That made me cry a bit. But I didn't have long to feel sorry for myself as I was soon paged back to l&d to do another case. It ended up being essentially a sleepless night. I did sleep from about 10 to 1130, but i've found that

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Dear Hewitt, Today was my second day back at work. The mere thought of this day a week ago sent tears streaming down my face, but I did pretty well the past 2 days. I didn't cry, but I did watch a video of you on my phone no less than 500 times and often when I should have been doing something else. I got done with work so early today (noon!) that I was going to go to the gym. In fact, I drove

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14 weeks ago, on 2.12.12 at 10:11 am, I had an 8 lb 15 oz baby boy. It finally happened at age 39 after 4 years of trying, 2 rounds of ivf, one miscarriage, a bout of ohss and one well needed paracentesis. During my 3 months of leave I had 2 epic panic attacks, the mother of all existential crises and spent 2 weeks taking prozac (not the recommended way to go about things). I'm now 3 days away

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Meet the new man in my life...this is Hewitt. Today he is 1 month and 2 days old. He likes: to smile in his sleep rides in his stroller- hasn't had too many due to the rain, but when things clear up in July---look out! being snuggled in his blanket and rocked to sleep his bunny rocker that his auntie gave him breakfast, lunch, dinner, 4th meal, 5th meal... This little 10+ lbs of joy has

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less than 6 weeks left. excuse me while i process this (*dry heaving*). it's very exciting and also a little scary , but i am looking forward to it! There's the obvious thing- meeting our little guy- and then the other little things i previously took for granted that i look forward to becoming reacquainted with: afrin: i forgot what it was like not to be congested steroid nasal spray: see above

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Unlike Gisele, who says she never wore maternity clothes and had a completely painless childbirth in her bathtub, most people find that pregnancy is not 9 months of skipping through a field of daisies a la a Massengil commercial. I am in the camp with most people who had some serious mofo 'morning' sickness (ha, if it were ONLY in the morning that would have been a piece of cake), find themselves

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First, I have to thank fitnessista for posting a link to this recipe, which I made and ate in a stress/emotional eating moment of craptastic-ness. In a moment when I could have eaten an entire dark chocolate/bacon bar, I had a microwaved protein muffin instead: a voluminous, yummy, decadent tasting treat that was only 150 cals. Thank you. Rather than rehash all that has made me aggravaged this

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This is dedicated to my favorite breakfast: breakfast quinoa aka bfq. I did not eat you this morning. That was a mistake. Instead I tried something new, the so-called breakfast cookie. It wasn't nearly as satisfying or tasty. In fact, it was a little weak. BFQ: 1/2 c cooked quinoa 1/8 c non fat greek yogurt (i like fage) 1 tsp truvia 1-2 tsp cinnamon fruit of the day: lately, it's been 3-4 big

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So, things went pretty much as planned: I was up doing some work until 1am, then I headed down to the cafe and bought a blueberry scone (not bad) and some earl grey tea (served up with a splash of milk) and - what the hell- some potato chips too. I got to watch all of the pre-wedding commentary, take-in the wedding fashion (note: when your hat/fascinator calls attention to the fact that your nose

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I'm on call tonight, which means i'm camped out at work waiting for something to happen. I have my alarm set for 01:50, so that i can hobble downstairs to the cafe and buy some hot tea (or coffee, we'll see how i feel) and perhaps a scone to go with my popcorn and vosges chocolate/hibiscus/caramel chocolate bar . I plan on eating all of this while watching the royal wedding. No, i am not

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So it's obviously been a looong time since i've written here in blogger. I do compulsively have to get my thoughts out somehow, so i've gone back to keeping a journal lately and also writing all sorts of lists, etc. Speaking of lists, here's what i've been up to lately: 1. kettlebell. lots of it. i have been going to skogg kettlebell gym for almost a year now--has it been that long?--and i think

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I like to organize things into 'favorites lists' in my head. maybe it satisfies my inner rain man, i don't know. or the act of mulling over things i like releases little bursts of dopamine. in other words, it just makes me happy. I have my favorite smells : strawberry and artificial grape.  Favorite movie AI robot/computer: i do really like jude law's character in the movie "AI", and daryl hannah

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My friend introduced me to the concept of "Cartman Day" not too long ago. The idea behind Cartman Day is that you have a 24 hr period during which one can indulge in complete gluttony a la the little fat dude from South Park. Since learning about CD, I have been fantasizing about what my indulgences would be. At one point in my life, way back when i was the metabolic equivalent of a hummingbird,

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my husband joined a kettle bell gym and loves it; he's tried to recruit me to go for some time, but i always resisted, because i had a routine i rather liked which includes running, barre, weight intervals classes at the gym, spinning and sitting on the couch whenever possible. i finally caved and started going to kb with him and pretty much hated it. it seemed like a fitness routine dreamt up by

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