Jill from Richfield, Ohio

Jill - you have some lovely photos of your beautiful children. I didn't see one of their Mum in there, though!!!

Oh, I pushed you over onto a new page without even trying. I don't know my own strength!!!

Oh Jill this is so cruel, unintentionally (that does not look right) anyway, came home and put my DVD-R in the computer and got emails to send out and my computer says the file is too big. Tried to put it in frames and it is still too big. And I am so tired, it was a very emotional time for me today. So when I get up from my nap I will work on it some more--if I have the energy.
Man told me that there was an hours difference but did not know if it was ahead or behind. I am rethinking this motherhood thing today. Girl is so tired but refuses to take a nap, which means her attitude sucks. So glad Daddy is home because we cannot have two females with attitudes in the house on the same day.

I was thinking of cleaning up some of my room to get some of the back messages out, but that is as far as it got--a thought.
Looks like I have filled up two of your pages too, but I can tell what type of room cleaner you are, Ms. Page 7.

Really I am not copying I am just so tired I cannot think, but out of consideration I have not looked at your emails, as tempting as they are.

Oh Jill, something awfully bad has happened.

I fear you will not want to be prego buddies with me any longer. But when I awoke from my nap I could not open the DVD-R--there is nothing on it. According to the menu I have 3 frames but nothing will open. I am ready to scream and hurt someone.

OK life is back on track but (don't you hate those words or that word--I do) I cannot copy and paste it into an email. So I am doing something else.

Oh Jill, dear you have kept me chuckling all afternoon.
I do worry about you getting impatient, you know your BP and all.
You have kept me and the baby tickled.

May I open your emails now. I have 4 that I have not touched and really dying to do so. Or should that be dieing. Lets see dye is to color something, die is to pass away. OK so I am dieing to open them.

Hey was your docs appointment an early one or are you playing hooky from the site today?

My gosh girl, you wear me out just reading your post. I can understand why your meds were upped. Chill out! Guess, I really should not say that to someone surrounded by snow.

You really are making me a very busy lazy person. I have accomplished folding two loads of clothes, brushed the girls hair--notice it is just the girls hair--brushed both of our teeth, fed her breakfast and had my coffee and it now noon or close to it.
Though it seems like a whirl wind morning because plans have changed hourly, first Man was to be home at two, then 11 and now 4. Grandma was going to take the for the day, now she is not. But other Grandma is going to take her for the weekend. That is two weekends in a row, I believe and not complaining one bit. The first Grandma is going to try and get her during the week next week.
Now the to find something for lunch for the girl. I can hear my doc yelling I am not eating but nothing is sounding appealing to me. I would have to strangle my hubby if he left me for a business thing or anything else. Though a week or two it looked like he was going to be stuck in Lousianna over night. I threatened and he made it home. He is learning, slowly but learning.

Hi Jill,
Just stopped in for a quick visit, Sound of Music is one of my favorite movies of all times! When my daugthers were little we would watch it non stop, along with Mary Poppins and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Thanks for bringing back some wonderful memories for me.

Aimee :)

Hey--Had a mixture appointment again today. I am sure you checked easy page already. I did get applause because my sugar levels were great this week, "but" she did raise my morning insulin again. I gained 5 pounds, which I have no idea how and the baby only weighs a little over a pound. And BP was 151/91--I have no idea what those numbers mean but telling me to calm down was not an option. They even by-passed telling me to chill out.
That is about it. Though, in total wonderment to me my feet are bigger than they were this morning. I was able to put on socks this week, now I do not think I can put Mike's socks on. Till later.

NO, no Jill thanks for the lecture. Telling me to chill out is not what I should have heard. I think I have told you before I know nothing about illnesses, or diseases or what to do with them.Humm resting 3 times a day sounds like heaven--wonder if I would get in trouble putting the girl in the closet so I can rest. This time I will not make the mistake of putting her in my hobby closet--that was really not a smart move on my part. Just teasing but oh what a thought at times. I can watch the food go into my mouth all day and watch the carbs that I eat and keep track. But high blood pressure is something totally different.
Thanks again.

My sister arrived with emotional problems and many times we would find her in the middle of the nght in the hall closet, well during the day too. So Mom gutted out the closet and put a little desk and shelves for her things and just left the door open. Krissy would stay in the closet for hours. So I don't feel I just brought something out of thin air, my sister was adopted at age 2.

Girl hurt my feelings this morning. Came and snuggled up on my lap and then informed me I was cold and went and crawled into my bed. When I asked her if she wanted me to join her she said no and to turn on the cartoons and get her chocolate milk. I do not think I like her attitude. I need my snuggles. Does she think I snuggle for her?

I thought the first time waking up was a wonderful experience. No the second time was. Since the girl snubbed me for a cuddle because my hands were too cold and they were, I came back to the computer and did a puzzle. Then I thought I need to get busy because it is not hard for me to sit and do puzzles all day. So I went and made up my bed, started making the girl's when I was informed that she can do it. Really should get that on video so I can use it when she gets older. By then my bones were cold, we have heaters on and I have clothes on but I was soooo cold. It is supposed to be 75 today and I am cold. So I got a blanket and wrapped up in it on the bed. The girl joined me and stayed as long as I did not touch her. I did nuzzle her neck with my nose and she said that was cold too. The last thing I remeber is that Clifford was on, so it was around 8:30, the next thing Elmo was singing, which he comes on around 9:45 on Sesame Street. My sweet girl was propped on my pillows stroking my hair. Ahhhhh. I tried to wake up but to no avail. I do know the girl got up and played with her trains, for how long I do not know. She had a very effective way of waking me, she crawled back in bed and tried to snuggle but the girl has great aim with her elbows, which went straight for my chest and a knee went into my belly. She was not being mean, just trying to get comfy. But oh how it hurt. Then I realized I had not fed the girl yet, poor thing. Asked what she wanted, she wants noodles and shrimp. Well, that made my tummy turn. Made some suggestions and nope the girl wants noodles and shrimp. So I got me some coffee. She ventured into that room and grabbed strawberries that should have been thrown out a few days ago. They are not yet fuzzy but I would not have ate them. When I told her those were not good she informed me they were delicious. Who am I to argue.
I got my snuggles, which she is generous with when she is ready. One of my favorite times is when I am preparing food and she wants to snuggle, I do not deny snuggles, especially then.

I should mention, I take them when I can get them, the snuggles. Because once Daddy comes home it is Mommy who?

Are you back yet?
It is 9:30 your time and I want to know how your doctors appointment went.
I am doing the hobble, waddle walk today. I do not remember my feet like this last time.

It is about time you got back--I have been doing my hobble waddle back and forth.

Congrats on the "attita girl," and don't you hate those buts.
So sorry about your 24 sample test you have to do. I had to do two last time, I do not miss it. And pray it is not in my future.
Thanks for the update.

Lori Smith came home from the rehab facility today. Check out the video at http://www.wlwt.com/ you may need to type "Lori Smith" in the search as the video is a two days old. Warning - sensitive people such as my self should have a tissue handy!

Jill, thanks for the Kleenex warning. I will definitely watch it but apparently I need to download a browser first and that will have to wait till hubby is around. I don't download without his say-so, the kids have brought too many problems into the system by doing just that!
I am so pleased for her that she has been able to go home. She is a miracle woman.
Thank you for keeping us updated about her progress.

No no no use your hormonal card this weekend. I am childless and partially husbandless and I have to relax a lot. It is our duty to the world to annoy others together, while we can use the excuse of prego syndrome. Though afterwards we can use the excuse of loosing our minds during birthing.
Have fun at your hocky game. Hope you like going to sporting events like that. I watched teenagers play once and it hurt me.

Oh Jill, I love this picture. Seems before I met you I did this as a puzzle and admired it. Even thought about printing it, but didn't.

Welcome to week 24 for you. You are so close. My little at the moment is doing the babysize(?). Anyway the baby is kicking away and they feel so strong.
I am sorry I forgot all about the fun time you were having collecting your samples this weekend. Let me know how your appointment goes this morning. I will not be home until late afternoon or evening.

My goodness, you need a hug.
I am with you, why fill the jug and then the little cup?
I do not care to getting used to one man touching me and then have another come in and get his fill, so to speak.
Last time, I had a wonderful OB, on the 27th he transferred and the girl came on the 28th. The OB I have now delivered the girl and I did not meet him until he was cutting me open. Did not care for that, some strange man looking at my insides and he was wearing a mask. Just did not seem right to me.
I am attempting to decorate my eyes for a public appearance, I did one eye one color and the other eye another color, not on purpose.

I got home around 6 and had to do the dinner thing, not mentioning that Man got home 2 hours before me and the stuff was laid out on the counter. But he did not know what I wanted to do with hamburger and noodles, with a can of tomatoe sauce and Italian season.

My doctors appointments were better than yours. I got good reports from both of them with no buts. With added bonus of not having to go to next Mondays appointment. However, both those scales were so wrong. It added 4 more pounds, if you are keeping track that is a total of 19 pounds!!!!!

Besides having to prepare dinner after I got home, there was an unwanted wasp sharing my t-shirt with me. I am now sporting a wonderful sore welp on my back. Generally, this would cause action for Benedryl and straight to bed with monitoring on my breathing. It still hurts an hour later but that is it. Guess the hormones are knocking out major allergic reactions to what generally would lay me out. I was bitten on the foot by ants the other day that causes the same reaction, but again nothing. The diabetic doctor had to check my ant bites because they were on my feet. Now I am waiting for the girl to fall asleep so I can go to bed.

Speaking of girl, I picked her up around 5 and I am ready to return her where ever at the moment. Three days with grandma's have worn her out and made a very whinny child return. Does not help that she got a new lovie from one of her aunts and we left it at grandmas and she wants me to go get it now. I had to tell her that Pappoo needed it tonight and he would take care of if for her.

But that is not what I had planned say about the girl. She is refusing to wear a diaper because they are for babies. Daddy struggled with her to put one at bedtime. Keep your fingers crossed this lasts. The plan is when she does go to sleep to take the remaining diapers out of the room and put them away for the next one. If I last that long.

Oh how funny--you are getting an eyeful from a PM I just sent you.

And I am in 100% agreement with you. Restrooms should not be used the first day they have been cleaned. My suggestion is to take them down to the corner store and use theirs. Mine get clean very early in the morning so that Man does not use it until very late in the day, he is a streaker. Now is that TMI.

Oh Jill thank you for your concern. Man has had several shattered windshields due to birds, though never an eagle. I am amazed a what flying articles can do to a windshield and most big trucks cannot go over 62 MPH. I have to admit, I really did not care for the cement block that came through his windshield in Houston and knocked the top of his gear shift off. And I am also very thankful that according to all his awards he is a safe driver. Though I do not care for him to drive my vehicle when I am in it. Thanks.

Have we been talking about food on easy? I thought we were discussing...uhm...other things.

Talking about on easy is a whole lot better than actually going into that room and actually digisting the stuff. I do not have an appointment until he 16th, I am praying their scale breaks.

Dear Jill - Thank you for your thoughts and prayers. I appreciate them.

My gosh girl, you wear me out just reading about your day. The girl and I are lucky on most days if we get out of...I should say dressed before 2 in the afternoon.
I cannot see why your quacks are concerned about your BP.

I thought I royally messed up yesterday. There are these chips that I really like, but can only find at the corner store in grab bag form and only think about when we go somewhere in the car. Yesterday, I needed out of the house, even though it killed me to walk. So I went to a little town close to us, one of those "don't blink or you will miss it" town. They have a dollar store, so I went in to find something I don't need and the first display I see is big bags of Muncho chips! Yep, I only grabbed one bag. They are nothing but air and salt and I should have grabbed two bags. As I happily munched away, I could feel my ankles get bigger and I just knew my sugar readings would go through the roof. The chips haunted me through the night and not in dream form. But I went to bed with a nice 94 reading and woke up to a nice 85 reading and ankles. Now I want more chips.

Oh, I have to get up. I don't wanna, because I will loose my ankles if I do. But one of the girl's baby's has a booboo and the girl has found out the power of bandaides. So the baby needs a bandaide to feel better.

I did too, and we did it again.

I just became "Super Hero Mom," with a "Thank you Mommy, you are the best." (Yes, I taught her how to say that, she felt it but did not know the words so I helped her out.)
Jennifer, the injured baby, needed major surgery. She broke her arm which required more than a bandaide. It happened to be one that was part cloth and part plastic which could not be snapped back on. So duct tape was involved and Jennifer is now resting peacefully in the cottage with a duct tape arm and a bandaide on her foot. Though I have not figured out yet what happened to her foot.

I just had a major brain explosion. Wow, will I ever be the same again.

I now know why my feet are swollen. It is to keep my balance. I have only hit my right arm 50 million times today, and the last time the light upstairs went "BAM", no major damage was done. But I then realized since I have sort of normal ankles now I keep walking to the right also leaning, but when I have no ankles I can sort of walk straight. I may have to rest after this reverlation.

There are only 6 posts and I believe 3 emails from today. Are you saying I am interrupting you? Because if you are, don't expect me to stop. It will not happen, this is my life line at the moment since I seem not be able to do anything else. I have made the beds and fed the girl and now am waiting for nap time. Oh and saved the baby, whose bandaide had to be moved to other foot and now is missing, so a sticker is making her feel better.

If your MIL and Man were in the same room, they would be competing to be heard over each other and neither could understand what the other would be saying.
I can talk and know that my MIL listens, may not hear me, but listens. My mother does not listen nor does she hear me.