My little man

Well, he actually made his way out finally. Breydan is doing great. We have had some stuggles with his bilirubin count - jaundice. We have had to take him back to the hospital every day this week for blood tests. His level right now is almost 18 - we want it to go way down. After 20, he has to be admitted back into the hospital. My family and I are praying hard and I know that he is going to be ok.
On a lighter note, I am so thankful to say that I was able watch Dan's face as he saw his son be born. I feel so blessed! It was hard to see him leave the next day, but what wonderful timing that he was able to be there for it. I have to give credit to God. After all the pleading with my midwife to find a way to induce me before I was 39 weeks - and days and days of torture as she stripped my membranes we went in on Saturday and she said"let's go!" I was having a few contractions and was at 5cm. She tried to break my water, but couldn't so we went straight for pitocin to get the contractions going.
Hours went by and NO progress. My family always has a pool going to see what time the baby will be born. As the time grew longer and longer and all of our guesses had passed, it looked like we were going to go into the next day. Now, let me go back to tell you that on Thursday and Friday I did EVERYTHING I could think of to go into labor. Cumin tea, evening primrose oil, walking etc etc. By Friday night I was exhausted and stressed and crying thinking, I only have one more day to go into labor so that Dan can be here for the birth. I prayed and prayed and finally felt God tell me. "Why are you so upset? All along you asked me to bring the baby on March 25th." I wish I had posted this that night so you doubters might actually believe me....
So here we are in the hospital at 10:30pm and the family is starting a new round for the pool - I said "He is going to be born before midnight - God promised me today." And what do you know, I started to progress FAST. Breydy was born at 11:10 on the day I was promised. And I will never forget Dan's face.
Oh, and of course I meant to say he is NOT a Ginger. I got my darkie after all. Brown hair and eyes, and he may not have brown skin, but he IS darker than my other pasty ones. I love it!

He has arrived!

Welcome Breydan Levi Cain. He arrived 3/25/06 at 11:10pm. 7lbs 2oz. He is darling!! Dan was able to be here for the birth and everyone is healthy and happy. I'll post more about it when I find the energy....we'll see when that is! This is the best picture I could find for now, but will be adding some more later.

Self Gratification

No news for ya'll. I was sure last night was the night. Dan even flew in. He is here until Sunday. This kid will come out today or tomorrow if he knows what's good for him. I still can't picture what he's gonna look like. I never can, but I'd like him to pop out all brown. Brown hair, brown eyes - even brown skin would be fun. You never know....Dan's Mexican roots could make their way to the surface. I'm off to have a massage this morning. I have dedicated myself to self gratification from now until baby day. If I want a Starbucks, I get a Starbucks. If I want a big box of chocolates - I get one. I want a massage today so I am going to get one. If this pregnancy lasts any longer I am going to be insanely obese and bankrupt. Oh well. Shouldn't have knocked me up yet again, DAN.
Oh, and to add to the extra super fun we are having around here, Dan is VERY sick. He flew in last night and went straight to bed with a nasty fever. So none of us have even seen him. Poor guy. Poor me. Poor kids. I made him sleep in the guest room. Can't risk getting sick before delivery. Can't we catch a break???

BTW - anyone have any creative ideas to bring on labor? I'll take any suggestions you can give me!

Good news??

Went to see the midwife AGAIN today. I'm liking her less and less. Her torture tactics are starting to get to me. She stretched me to 3cm. OUCH. And I have to go back tomorrow. I have to keep reminding myself that she is doing me a favor trying to get me "inducable" for this weekend. Frankly, at this point I just want to kick her. But that goes for just about anybody. Dan owes me something very large and sparkly. Poophead.

Gross

I saw this article at http://www.lifesite.net/ldn/2006/mar/06032105.html. And find it truly appalling. How can you be so distraught over the life of a child that you created? She should have given the baby up for adoption. Disgusting....

Woman Sues For Wrongful Birth of Surviving Twin After Failed Abortion
By Gudrun Schultz

PERTH, United Kingdom, March 21, 2006 (LifeSiteNews.com) - A young woman who gave birth to a daughter, after a failed abortion left one of her twins still alive, is suing for damages against the hospital that carried out the procedure.
Stacy Dow, 21 years old, discovered she was pregnant with twins when she was 16, reported the BBC yesterday. She decided to abort her babies. Following the abortion she was given a contraceptive injection and told to expect weight gain and irregular menstruation as side effects.
When she went to her doctor months later, she found one child had survived the abortion. Ms. Dow was only seven weeks away from giving birth. At that late stage of pregnancy she could not have another abortion. Late-term abortions are illegal in the UK unless the mother's life is in danger.
Ms. Dow is suing the Tayside University Hospitals NHS Trust for £250,000. She wants to cover the "financial burden" of raising her five-year-old daughter, Jayde.
She also wants compensation for being forced into the difficulties of being a single mother, for the emotional and psychological distress she suffered after discovering she was still pregnant, and for the "pain and discomfort" of having her daughter by Caesarean section.
The hospital wants the claim thrown out. Hospital officials say Ms. Dow's daughter is "normal and healthy", and £250,000 is an excessive claim. They also say no contract between the hospital and Ms. Dow was entered into, and she was never guaranteed a successful abortion.

38 weeks

Every week during my pregnancy I get update emails on the development of my baby and pregancy from Babycenter. This is what I am SURE it meant to say this week:

Congratualtions! You are now 38 weeks pregnant. You have an ENORMOUS ass, just like everything else on your body. Do not let anyone see you naked for fear of heart attacks. This baby is not going to come out. You will be pregnant forever.

I went to see my midwife today. Who, by the way, is awesome. I love going to a midwife. They are so much more down to earth than an OB. I wish I had gone to one each time. She poked and prodded and did terrible things to me today. I'm going in again tomorrow for some more torture. There was NO progress this week so I am bummed. 2cm dilated and 50% effaced. She wants me to meet her at the hospital on Saturday so she can "mess with the labor gods" and hopefully get me to 4 cm. What the heck does that mean? I'm terrified. Dan is home this weekend, so it would be really nice for this little monster to make his appearance. Is it bad to call your unborn son a jerk?

Confessions

I read a list of confessions on the TMI Spot and found her list fascinating and decided to create one of my own. Some I am proud of, some I regret -but all are true confessions.

I often feel bitter about my husband's job. I want him to retire from the Navy and find a 9-5 job where we can see him everyday.

I am proud of Dan too and everything he stands for. I am proud of our country and proud of our President.

I love my dog, but sometimes wish we had gotten a bigger one.

I eat alot of candy. Everyone would say so - but eat even more when people aren't looking.

I am feeling very little patience for my kids right now - particularly my daughter and have been yelling alot. I lay in bed at night and feel guilty about it.

I'm not kidding when I say I'd LIKE to have a Martini shaker in the delivery room. I would if it was at all socially acceptable.

I will sometimes skip dinner and eat only junk food - pregnant or not.

I have gotten a spinal headache each time I have given birth, but I don't care. I still want an epidural this time - the pain sacres me.

I am incapable of being organized. I have a brand new van and it look like a tornado struck inside.

I miss my husband, but am very happy to have the bed to myself.

I spend money on things I don't need because it makes me feel better when I am lonely. I never tell Dan. Even though he knows because he checks our account online everyday.

Anyone brave enough to share your confessions?

Screw Contractions!

For the love of God and all that is holy, GET OUT OF ME! That really is the only thing that keeps running through my brain tonight. I have been having contractions for 2 weeks now and this little beast will not leave me! Granted, they are inconsistent contractions. You would think by the 3rd time around these Braxton Hicks buggers wouldn't fool me....but yet again. I find myself every night timing them and getting my hopes up but...but...but...NO. My parents are starting to fear me because I am getting mean. Admittedly by evening I am usually pretty grouchy, looking around for things to throw at my dog for no good reason. I think Dan is thanking his lucky stars that he isn't here for these last few weeks. Chances are I would just kick him. I was pretty mean to him when I was pregnant with Savannah come to think of it. I was almost 2 weeks overdue. I tried EVERYTHING to go into labor. Those last few days when he would come home from work I'd just growl at him, "Pants off Cain...I'm having this baby today!" Unfortunately that isn't an option this time seeing as my husband is deployed - unless any of you know of a really brave and willing stand in. Ew. That even grossed me out. GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Have a great St. Patrick's Day whatever you may be doing. Since Dan isn't here, we are celebrating in his honor at my parents' house with a big traditional Irish meal. We are also sharing Irish Blessings that we have found. If you want to learn anything about the history of St. Patrick's Day, it is interesting and I learn more every year. Everybody is a little bit Irish on St. Patty's Day.

Taking the time to soak it in....

After reading Trailady's blog again I feel challenged to dig a little deeper, take some time to think about things and savor life. She posted about the things that her 5 senses enjoy. So here is my list

Taste: Chocolate of course. Right now, chocolate and pineapple. Mmmm... Popcorn. Spaghetti.

Sound: My kids giggles. Hearing my husband's key in the door. Silence. The melody of an old favorite song. The sigh of a happy baby.

Smell: fresh coffee. Baby soap. Fresh baked bread or cookies. The smell of ANYTHING my mom is cooking. The ocean. Minty breath.

Touch: Fresh towels out of the dryer. A new pair of socks. Dan playing with my hair. My kids hands patting my face to wake me up in the morning. (most of the time) A warm fire on a cold night. Cuddling with my hubby. Holding a sleeping baby. A hot bath - alone. Clean sheets on the bed.

Sight: Daffodils. Old couple holding hands. My kids hugging each other (it doesn't usually last that long before it turns into a choke hold). Dan's face. A new puppy playing. My dad sitting in his chair in his old raggedy "prayer" sweater reading the Bible. (There is something so comforting about that) My mom driving away with my kids. And also seeing them come back is good too.

Ok, so now for a few things that irritate my senses:

Taste: Bananas. Tuna. Spearmint. Fake apple flavoring.

Sound: Kids sassing their parents. People saying "Jesus Christ" when they aren't actually talking about Him.

Touch: People's feet on me. Untucked bed sheets. Luke warm water.

Smell: Bananas - yes they are THAT bad. Cigarette smoke. Unbrushed teeth

Sight: Birds of paradise. Men in tight pants. Little boys with long shaggy hair.

Think about the things you love in life big and small and please share!

Who's your daddy?

Go online for a "pregnancy test" and see who the daddy of your baby is!

Based on our remote test results, your beautiful baby boy will weigh about 15 lbs, 10 oz and have blonde hair and blue eyes. Truly a Wonder To Behold! The daddy is Boss Hogg!
You little whiskey-sippin' momma, you succumbed to the slick, double-dealin' charm of Boss Hogg. Your child will probably grow up to be a Lord (slum or war).

Share when you are done!

I'm outta here like a bat outta hell!

Today is my mommy is free day. My parents are each taking a kid for me so I can go to the doctor and have one last child free day before the newest little beast arrives. And you know what? I have no idea what to do. How sad is that? I actually can't remember the last time I had time to myself. I think I may go see a movie. The last 5 movies I have seen have been cartoons I think, so I am not sure what to think of seeing something for people over the age of 4. I tried to schedule a massage, but no appointments available. I should have posted this last night...any ideas?? I'm a loser.
I'll blog later about the wild adventure I am about to embark on.

My New Evil Plan

Congratulations on being the creator of a new Evil Plan!

Your objective is simple: Criminal Activities
Your motive is a little bit more complex: Sadistic pleasure

Stage One:
To begin your plan, you must first Seduce a Military General. This will cause the world to sit up and take notice, stunned by your arrival. Who is this Despoiler of all that is Good and Nice and True? Where did they come from? And why do they look so good in a Supervillain Costume with Gimmicks?

Stage Two:
Next, you will Seize control of the Town's Water Supply. This will cause countless hordes of Hired Goons to flock to you, begging to do your every bidding. Your name will become synonymous with Fuzzy bunnies, as lesser men whisper your name in terror.

Stage Three:
Finally, you will Reveal to the World your Needlessly Big Weather Machine, bringing about an End to Sanity. This will all be done from a Fake Mountain, an excellent choice if we might say. These three deeds will herald the end, and the citizens of this planet will have no choice but to elect you their new god.
Trust us, it'll all come together in the end.

Get your own diabolical plan and please share! It's fun.

Romance

Ok, so I didn' t really explain the whole Buzz Lightyear thing. That's because I'm not really sure how. Dan has an interesting mind - very creative. It has taken me years to figure out his sense of romance, but I have definitely learned to appreciate it. Silliness is his highest form of love and romance. If he can be silly with you - it is a sign of great affection. Most women look for flowers and candlelit dinners. Although that is nice occasionally, here are a few things that my husband does for me that lets me know that he still loves me. Try not to swoon, ladies...

1. He calls me weird names like Boogie and Applemaggot. One of his original ideas of how to propose to me was to do it at the Padres game on the scoreboard "Marry me, Applemaggot."

2. He draws silly, bizarre and often dirty stick figure cartoons in all of my cards and notes rather than a mushy message.

3. When he feels extra mushy, he rubs my nose with his finger.

4. When he compliments me he follows it up with something perverse or teasing. He just can't stay serious too long.

5. When he is deployed, I send him love letters and homemade goodies. He sent me a video documentary of his ship. But to him, that was heartfelt romance.

6. When I am sick, he is irritatable and cranky. He just misses me.

7. When we go to the movies he lets me get popcorn even though he hates to do that. He's like that guy on the credit card commercial who is saving for retirement at the age of six...have you seen that one?

8. When he proposed he used Buzz Lightyear - because I liked that movie and it made the moment just a little bit silly...or more romantic in his eyes. I loved it.

9. He says he loves EVERY time we talk - at least twice. You can't go wrong there.

He's weird, but he's mine. I've learned to read between the lines, and I never have to doubt that this man loves me. Compliments and mushiness embarrass him and make him uncomfortable. The best way I can make him feel loved is to get up in the morning and pack him a lunch. Because to him, my pb&j just tastes better.

Worse than I thought...

You Are 38% Evil

A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well.In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.

How Evil Are You?

Thanks to Carly, I now know that I am a bad person....at least my score is lower than hers. Ha!

Nice weekend

I had an interesting weekend. Friday I went to see my midwife and she examined me and poked at me in evil ways. (She's trying to get me ready for labor) So for the next 24 hours I was SURE I was in labor because I was having consistent contractions. Then Saturday afternoon after a bath, they stopped. Darn! Actually though, that is good because I am SO not ready. Third time around, I think you set up the baby's room while you are in labor.
Sunday I was planning a leisurely lunch with my mom while my dad babysat. We went down to this fun little restaurant in La Jolla. When we showed up, there was a little party there. My mom had arranged a mini baby shower for me. I had told them over and over I did not want a shower. The thought embarrassed me - this is my THIRD kid and so close together. But it was a great surprise. I loved all the gifts. However, I said that the greatest gift would be a great big basket full of various contraceptives...that is really all we need!

My heart was swept away....

Dan and I dated for 3 1/2 years before we got married...not by my choice let me tell you. Although, we met in high school and started really dating when we were 20, so we were babies looking back at it. It was torture at the time, knowing I loved him and wanting so bad to get married, but he was NO WHERE near ready. After about a year of dating, one of his friends (who was happily engaged) asked him in front of me if we were planning on getting married. Stunned, jaw dropped silence for about a minute and then the Ahh... Uh.... Ummm... started. It was very uncomfortable. And made me insanely angry - because we had just talked about it and decided we did in fact want to get married, in a few years. Dan - oh how he swept my heart away....
Fast forward another 2 years. Dan just graduated from college (a MUST on his To Do list of life before he got engaged) and we were down to the "shit or get off the pot"time and I was ready. Dan called me one night - very upset - and asked if I would come to his house. He had told his family that we were going to get married (we had even set a date at that point, but no true proposal) and they freaked out. When I got over there, it was an ambush. They really hate me and insisted that we hold off on getting married, if ever because Dan was on his way to flight school and I was going to ruin it. My only response to them was, "We would like your blessing, but we are not asking your permission." They said their blessing is something we will never have, so I took Dan with me and left. That was really hard. There was a lot more nasty said, but why drag that up and post it on my blog....at least until I am really mad at my mother in law and then I'll use it to rant. Anyway, I am proud of my husband today for making a stand becoming the man I always knew he was.
A few weeks later, June 10th, 2000, Dan proposed. I had a feeling it was coming. But he showed up at my house and said we were going to a party. Already I was mad. A party? When am I gonna get my damn proposal...after all this?!? Then he said, "Before we go, let's go down to La Jolla beach and walk around." Ok, so maybe this is it. We walked and sat on the beach and watched the sunset...in silence. Are you kidding me?? Toying with me?? When it was over, he said, "OK, let's go." I was pissed. We started walking up the hill towards the car and he started to complain that his leg hurt. I didn't care. I just wanted to leave. We came to "our fountain" - the place we sat on our first date and he suggested that we sit for a bit so he could rest his leg. I sat down angrily (Gosh I was a brat!). There were people everywhere, and some weird Mexican band playing crazy music. There was no way that super private Dan was going to do it now. Then he started acting all mushy and telling me how much he loved me, I just gave him half a smile. Then I looked down and taped to a Buzz Light Year toy was a gorgeous diamond ring. I smiled big. "Will you marry me?"

Four of a kind

How well do you know me?? For instance, did you know...

Four jobs I have had in my life:

1. Wendy's
2. Nanny
3. Receptionist
4. Communications Director

Four nicknames I've been given:
1. Susan
2. Apple maggot
3. Boogie
4. kristiann

Four movies I would watch over and over:

1. While you were sleeping
2. Dude where's my car....I'm not kidding
3. When Harry Met Sally
4. The Wedding Singer

Four places I have lived:

1. Coquitlam
2. San Diego
3. Corpus Christi, TX
4. Milton, FL

Four TV shows I love to watch:

1. Grey's Anatomy
2. Gilmore Girls
3. The Office - it is HILARIOUS (Does ANYONE else watch it??)
4. Related

Four places I have been on vacation:

1. Kauai
2. Maui
3. Driving the west coast
4. Disneyworld

Four things I could NOT live without:

1. A phone
2. Coffee
3. my family (sorry you made #3...not intentional)
4. chocolate

Four of my favourite foods:

1. A good steak...a bloody one
2. Spaghetti
3. Fondue
4. Anything sweet

Four places I would rather be right now:

1. In bed
2. In bed
3. In bed
4. In bed

Four friends who I have tagged that I think will respond

1 Nicki
2 Robby
3 Shana...HA!
4 Carly

You have been tagged. so here it goes...copy and paste into a new email or my blog ,delete my answers, replace with your own and send it

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K	Kinky
R	Respectable
I	Irresistible
S	Strange
T	Tasty
I	Industrious
N	Nutty

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People I don't understand

Here is a list of people I just don't get. Not holding anything against them, I just do not understand their ways.

1. Vegetarians. I don't get it. Is it a health thing, an ethical thing, what? Either way I don't relate. Nothing sounds better to me right now than a huge bloody steak. That is the first thing I want after I drop this baby. That and a martini. I have requested a bar in the delivery room. I digress.... If God didn't want us to eat animals, why would He have made them out of meat?
2. Scientologists. All I can say is WHAT???
3. People who only watch the news on TV. People like my husband and my father. Then when you are sitting back and relaxing, watching your favorite drama or whatever, they start in about how the media is tainted and is saturating all of television. There is a political agenda in everything we see. Even the Higglytown Heroes has a liberal agenda. This is Dan's soapbox. "The pizza guys is not a hero, the street sweeper is not a hero. Is there ever a soldier hero? Or a fireman? No, but there is a liberal environmentalist hero!?" (I apologize to those of you who have no idea who Higglytown Heroes are...and feel sorry for those of you who do.)
4. People who eat at Carl's Junior. Are the commercials not punishment enough? You have to go out and get one of those disgusting Star Burgers? Ew.
5. Gynecologists. Why would someone choose to do that all day? No matter what way you look at it, that region is not a beautiful one. Of course, this is better than a proctologist - at least a gyno may deliver a baby now and then.

I'll post more as I think about it. Who confuses you?

Weird things I have said to my kids

Just a few off the top of my head....

1. Get that apple out of your underwear now!
2. Wet wipes are for cleaning bottoms, not petting the dog.
3. Dirty diapers go in the trash, not the toy box.
4. If you keep it up, no more milk for the rest of the day.
5. Vagisil is not finger paint.
6. Nobody gets to touch anyone else in this house again ever.

I know you all have some too, please share.

3 more weeks

Had a great time with my man this weekend. We did nothing. It was awesome. Weird to have someone over 3 feet tall sleeping in my bed again...but Savannah ended up in there too so it was a super sexy time. It melted my heart to see how happy the kids were to see him. I don't think they let Dan out of their sight for the whole 2 days.
Savannah is taking it hard to have daddy gone again. How do you explain that to a 3 year old? She loves him so much. Vincent just keeps wandering around the house looking for him. Ug! That is the hardest part. Another 3 weeks and he comes home for 1 day. We'll hang tight until then.

WOO HOOOO!

My hubby is coming home tonight for a visit. I am so excited. It's been stressful getting all his travel arranged - LORD KNOWS he can't do it himself. But today is finally here and he is gonna be home all weekend. Better yet, so far, his mother doesn't know that he is coming - so we don't HAVE to see her. WOO HOO! I haven't told this kids yet. They are already making me pull my hair out, why add the hyper excitement. Better to have them happily surprised tomorrow morning when they wake up. I'll be blogging next week!

Horrifying and Disgusting

Ok, so I don't watch the news and am not the most informed person in the world. But has anyone heard of WBC (Westboro Baptist Church)? It is a group of crazies down in the south somewhere that is outraged by America's acceptance of homosexuality and because of that they go around and protest and military funerals with appalling signs and demonstrations. I guess they have been doing this since the war on started, but this is first that I have heard of them. Their slogan is "Thank God for IEDs" (Improvised explosive Devices). They believe that God has turned against America because of our lapse in moral judgment and therefore God is punishing our country by its soldiers. They carry signs that read "They turned America over to fags; they are coming home in body bags." HOW IS THIS LEGAL? Freedom of speech. One of the very rights that is being upheld by those soldiers that have died.
I just found out today that this group is planning on protesting at our friend, Bryan's, funeral. They have a flier that states that God Himself killed Capt. Bryan Willard and he died in shame - not honor. How disgusting. I am so saddened by this. These are the kind of people that make others Christians. Christianity is a message of love and not . Christ himself would be outraged at this misuse of His name. For anyone willing, I ask that you please pray for Bryan's family tomorrow during his funeral.
I have also just learned about the Patriot Guard Riders. "Our main mission is to attend the funeral services of fallen American heroes as invited guests of the family. Each mission we undertake has two basic objectives. 1. Show our sincere respect for our fallen heroes, their families, and their communities. 2. Shield the mourning family and friends from interruptions created by any protestor or group of protestors. We accomplish the latter through strictly legal and non-violent means." They are a group of motorcycle riders that have decided to stand up for what they believe in and support our troops and our nation. Check out their website. Pretty cool.