2.08.2015

A post to start your week

This was supposed to go up on Friday, but you know: life. Which means you now have stuff to waste time on Monday morning. Hooray!?!

This is so worth the eight minutes it will take to watch it.
"...your home is that thing to which you can dedicate your energies with such singular devotion that the ultimate results become inconsequential."

2.04.2015

The one where I give you stuffs to watch

So blogging hasn't happened much this maternity leave, just like last time, and I'm ok with that. I have been getting some serious netflix time in while breastfeeding, though, and I have some recommendations to share.So here you go: top five four things I've watched lately. (Someone woke up and needed feeding and to postpone the post meant it would never happen.)


 The Joneses is a rather biting commentary on our current consumer society. It is rated R, so consider yourself warned.


Gah! I loved this! The One I Love is one of the best movies I've seen in the past six months. Was so excited when it showed up on Netflix because I'd heard so many good things about it. Besides all that: Mark Duplass. Yasssssss.



The Fall is deeply creepy: it's about a serial killer. So there's that. Don't watch it with kids around. There's also sex. It's also very compelling (not a crime procedural like you would normally think) and Gillian Anderson is gorgeous. You can't stop staring at her.


Leverage is one of my favorite shows ever, Every episode is like a heist movie, and I love those. In addition, the characters are pretty fantastic and I can't pick my favorite."Age of the geek, baby." I just rewatched all five seasons and loved them just as much as the first time around.

There you go: some amazingness you might not have watched yet. And once you're done with all that there's always the classics: Firefly, West Wing, Angel.

1.23.2015

things I'm reading

I actually have some internet reading time now that I'm breastfeeding a chunky little munchkin. (She's getting so fat!) Well, I have time to read when I'm not sucked in by playing the SIMS. (Dude. Wat??? CANNOT STOP.) Anyway, this is all pretty random, but it's stuff I found interesting and/or worthy of sharing this week.


1.20.2015

goals 2015

I just went back through all my old goals posts and they all start with some variation of "I didn't get much of this done." On the one hand you could view me as a categorial failure. The other viewpoint (and the one I subscribe to) is much simpler: you only change/grow/achieve great things by beginning with a goal. That's the starting point. And it's ok to change directions.
Last year I did a few things that I decidedly didn't foresee in January when I was writing my list including completely change career directions and have a baby. (That's my excuse for crossing literally TWO THINGS off it.) So who knows where this year will go, but that's why it's fun, right? (Previous lists are here: 2014, 2013, 2012, 2011, 2010, 2009, 2008)

My overall goal for the year is to do what matters and forget the rest. And my word for the year is "simplify."


  • Learn to drink scotch with the husband. 
  • Read 52 books. 
  • Start working on my degree. 
  • Simplify/streamline wardrobe and develop a personal "uniform." 
  • Complete all Christmas present shopping/making by Halloween (to allow time to enjoy the holidays with family as well as prevent overspending). 
  • Organize bookshelves with some method (yet to be decided). Eliminate excess. 
  • Buy a new TV. 
  • Memorize a poem. 
  • Get photos printed once a month. (Am I the only one who has a phone full of photos but no photo albums?) 
  • Celebrate our tenth anniversary properly (Key West?)
  • Take a family vacation that doesn't involve visiting anyone. 
  • Go on a girls weekend with the sisters. 
  • Make manager/get own store. 
  • Finish paying off debt.
  • Complete coffee master training. 
  • Start running again. 
  • Complete a 5K.
  • Learn to surf. 
  • Get back into size 8 pants. 
  • Take a yoga class. 
  • Preserve some fruits and veggies. 
  • Start making own yogurt. 
Anyone else writing out their goals? How do you keep yourself on track for the year? 

12.24.2014

a grand arrival

::lucy, aka baby backhoe::

The second child made an appearance two weeks ago today, so I figure this is as good a time as any to get her birth story typed up. (In other news, just writing those words makes me feel like a hippie, which apparently what I am turning into.) In other news, this post will contain the words "dilated" and "pushing" so if you're icked out by those, just glance at the pics and move along.
My official maternity leave was scheduled to begin on Monday, December 15, which was my actual due date. With Fat Toddler I delivered on my due date, which, I know, rarely happens. Since this was my second baby we knew there was a high chance of me going out early, so my boss wrote the schedule so that I worked Monday-Wednesday, used a personal day on Thursday and used a holiday benefit on Friday, and had the weekend off. Essentially I was scheduled off so that if I did go into labor it wouldn't mess everyone else up. Which ended up being a Very Good Plan.
So Wednesday was my last scheduled day at work, and the district manager was supposed to be in store for a detailed visit, which is something that happens every quarter or so. Originally I wasn't part of the visit, but he decided he wanted me there so we switched things around and planned extra coverage so I could be off the floor from 10am on. I'd been having contractions all morning, but nothing particularly strong, so it was no big deal. After all, I'd been having contractions off and on for a week and a half.
The DM was supposed to be there at 10, but at 9:30 we got a call that he had just left the previous location, which put him in store about 10:30. At 10:15 my manager got a call: she had a family emergency and really needed to leave, but's she's as work-obsessed as I am and was torn: you don't just walk out on a visit from your district manager. He arrived at 10:30 and said the same thing I had been: go. Family is more important. He'd handle all store business with me, because that's the whole point of having an Assistant Store Manger. She left, I went over the revised agenda with my DM, and he went out and started working.
I sat down at the desk and started working through some paperwork, making sure everything was in order, and at 11:15 I stood up to grab something I needed. My water broke. Like, the big dramatic break. With FT I had a slow leak, so this was a new sensation, and may I say? HIGHLY OVERRATED. It feels disgusting to walk around in cold, clammy pants.
I walked out front and told my DM, "So my water just broke." He said, "Go. Just go. Do you need someone to drive you?" I assured him I was fine, grabbed a trash bag to put on my seat, and headed home. (I have an hour commute.)

On the way home I called the husband and told him what was going on so he could figure out what was happening with FT, and could finish pulling together a few items for me. I also texted my sisters; the one who lives in philly and was present for the birth of FT wanted to be there for this birth, as well. She had to wrap up a couple of things before she could head down to join me, but I wasn't too stressed about it. 

When I got back we loaded into the husband's truck (instead of my tiny car) and headed down to drop FT off with the aunt who would keep him while we were in the hospital. My contractions still weren't bad. I wouldn't have even left work for these (they were the same strength as the Braxton hicks I had been having all week) if my water hadn't broken. As it was, FT hadn't had lunch, so we stopped to grab him some chilkfila. I assumed I was staring at several hours of labor, and you're not allowed to eat at the hospital, so I grabbed something as well. 

By the time we dropped off FT and got back to the hospital it was 2:15. They were overflowing in the maternity ward and I had to wait a little while before I was admitted. When I did walk into the ward they were all "are you SURE your water broke?" I was all "oh yes." 
I'm pretty sure they didn't think I could actually be in labor because I was so chill about everything. I was still walking, still breathing normally. But this was baby #2; I'd done this before, right????
Finally they got me into a room and checked me: I was at 3 cm. I verified that I wanted no drugs and I had done this once before, and asked for just the part where the IV attaches, rather than being hooked to a pole. They called the midwife who was coming on duty (who was the one I hoped I'd get! Hooray!) and she said that was fine, so they handled all their processes and left me to labor. 
Le hubs and I were both very relaxed about the whole thing and sat there talking and playing with our phones. My contractions eventually got more intense and I started having to focus during them, but they still weren't unbearable. 
I definitely remember explaining the whole of "serial" to him in between pauses for contractions. (He hadn't listened to any of it.) 
At about 5:15 the midwife came on duty and checked me; I was at 6.5 cms. She had a couple of ideas for helping to relieve pressure/pain because contractions had gotten decidedly stronger, we talked through my desire to go med-free if possible, and she said she'd bring in the birthing ball for me. 
When she left I got into the shower and le hubs used the spray head to aim the hottest possible water at my lower back. I was in there for about 20 minutes, and suddenly nothing was working, I couldn't breathe through the contractions, and I felt myself slipping into that panicked, hyperventilating mess that I was with FT. I told hubs "I've got nothing to prove, I want the meds. Get me the meds." (I knew that if I was already at 6.5 the window for an epidural was getting small.)
I then tried to head back to the bed. I sat on the birthing ball for a minute or so, but it didn't help and didn't feel right. In fact, I really felt like I needed to poop. (I was sure that chilkfila was coming back to haunt me.) 
I told the husband this, and actually sat on the toilet briefly, but that didn't feel right either. Nothing felt right! I desperately wanted to push, but everyone knows if you push too soon it messes everything up, and she JUST checked me; no way was I ready to deliver. 
When I said I wanted to poop, hubs went running out into the hall. "Guys, she says she wants to poop. I think you need to come check on her." 
The midwife and nurses came running into the room, where he had managed to get me back on the bed. The midwife checked me and was all "we are going to have a baby. Go ahead and push on the next contraction." 
I pushed once and it HURT LIKE HELL. I didn't remember it being this painful last time (and I pushed for three hours: I would remember), so I assumed it was the scar from my episiotomy, and if every push felt like this I was in for a couple of hours of hellishness. I started whimpering, "It burns, I can't do this." The midwife briskly assured me, "that's ok. That was her head." 
What?????? Ok then. I pushed again and she was born. 
Yep. Two pushes. 6.5 hours of labor. From 6.5 cm dilated to holding a baby in 35 minutes. 
Those people who said the second baby is easier? They were right. 


Obviously my sister didn't make it down for labor; it all happened too fast. And baby Backhoe was 7 pounds, 2 ounces and 20 inches long. Much smaller than her big brother!