Hopefully, most of you know that I have moved my blog over to Wordpress....I'm still learning and transitioning, but I think it's going to be a good thing!
I don't want to lose contact with anybody, so....
Here are all the ways to keep up with me if you feel the need-
Blog:
http://goteamjayne.wordpress.com
Email me:
gonzajayne@gmail.com
Facebook Me: www.facebook.com/CallMeJayne.
And?
You can follow me on Twitter: @CJayneGo
Thanks, guys!
Xoxo
Friday, July 13, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
An extension and perhaps resolution of earlier's post....
About a year ago, after being frustrated to no end with Blogger, I decided to import my blog from that site into WordPress….
I don’t really know what happened after that.
But I’m back to being disgusted with with Blogger, so I'm moving on over...
To a newish WordPress Casa.
I installed the WP app on mah phone and everythiiiiing!
(oooh. commitment.)
Even installed all the posts from my old poetry blog into this one, so we’re getting all SORTS of comprehensive up in the joint.
I’m gonna give it another go…
I’ll keep my Blogger up as well until I have everything sorted out.
I’m excited, and I hope I can make this work…
Check it out, and report back to me would ya?
I don’t really know what happened after that.
But I’m back to being disgusted with with Blogger, so I'm moving on over...
To a newish WordPress Casa.
I installed the WP app on mah phone and everythiiiiing!
(oooh. commitment.)
Even installed all the posts from my old poetry blog into this one, so we’re getting all SORTS of comprehensive up in the joint.
I’m gonna give it another go…
I’ll keep my Blogger up as well until I have everything sorted out.
I’m excited, and I hope I can make this work…
Check it out, and report back to me would ya?
iPhone, iBlog, iFail.
I have several posts I want to write, such as:
Our return to toddler-sleep Hell
Our failed attempt at family pictures
Our son's constant crankiness
Our visit to CHOC LA & the Ronald MCDonald House
But before I try to tackle that-I need to address an issue with y'all...
Comments.
I have been TERRIBLE at answering them and I'm sorry.
A lot of the problem is over the last few months, I've been doing everything on my phone because our computer is upstairs and the stairs and I aren't really on speaking terms...
My phone is great, but for some reason, blogger is often very uncooperative in the i-format.
Complicating matters is Intense Debate. I installed it in the effort to connect more thoroughly with commenters, but mostly?
It's been a pain in the ass, because I never know when it's gonna work.
On top of that, ID and Blogger comments sections aren't compatible, so they're constantly canceling each other out.
Peachy.
I tried to fix everything via my phone, but no dice.
I need to hobble my ass upstairs and spend some time on our actual computer and clean things up/out.
Being FULLY aware that all of my problems could just be user-error.
I no haz teh tekh-savveez.
I'm also back to considering a move to Wordpress, but I don't know if that would be better or worse.
All that to say:
I'm not ignoring you guys, and I love every comment and appreciate it!
Thank you!
I'll figure it out eventually....
Do any of you blog via your iPhone?
Do you use Blogger or WordPress?
Any tips?
Our return to toddler-sleep Hell
Our failed attempt at family pictures
Our son's constant crankiness
Our visit to CHOC LA & the Ronald MCDonald House
But before I try to tackle that-I need to address an issue with y'all...
Comments.
I have been TERRIBLE at answering them and I'm sorry.
A lot of the problem is over the last few months, I've been doing everything on my phone because our computer is upstairs and the stairs and I aren't really on speaking terms...
My phone is great, but for some reason, blogger is often very uncooperative in the i-format.
Complicating matters is Intense Debate. I installed it in the effort to connect more thoroughly with commenters, but mostly?
It's been a pain in the ass, because I never know when it's gonna work.
On top of that, ID and Blogger comments sections aren't compatible, so they're constantly canceling each other out.
Peachy.
I tried to fix everything via my phone, but no dice.
I need to hobble my ass upstairs and spend some time on our actual computer and clean things up/out.
Being FULLY aware that all of my problems could just be user-error.
I no haz teh tekh-savveez.
I'm also back to considering a move to Wordpress, but I don't know if that would be better or worse.
All that to say:
I'm not ignoring you guys, and I love every comment and appreciate it!
Thank you!
I'll figure it out eventually....
Do any of you blog via your iPhone?
Do you use Blogger or WordPress?
Any tips?
Monday, June 4, 2012
8 weeks to go...
The latest in BabyGirl's pending arrival:
I'm 31 weeks today.
Section is scheduled for 39 weeks.
July 30th.
We are taking Maternity shots on Fri.
We had a 3D US, but she would NOT cooperate. We only got like one decent pic...Sad.
Having Braxton Hicks often.
Also? Strange feeling she's gonna come early...which scares the bejeezus out me.
Even so-
Holy shitballs, kids.
I'm so ready for P to get here!
I can barely move anymore.
My joints are all locked up , and it hurts just to get across the room.
Someone has to help me up/down the stairs every time.
Picking O up outta the question--which blows. I feel like I'm neglecting him...
I can't sleep, and pretty much spend the night in my chair cursing my body (and my snoring spouse) til 2-3am when exhaustion finally takes over and I FINALLY pass out.
Summation? Useless and trapped.
And cranky.
The next 8 weeks need to go by fast!
I be losin' Mah MIND.
We're totally unprepared for her arrival, by the way...
Nothing stocked or set up.
We keep trying to, but something always thwarts us, pushing it aside for "later."
(not that I can do a lot anymore ANYWAY-but still)
I am not a "later" or "do as needed" type of gal, and as such, I'm getting kinda panicky, but I've given up hope of getting anything done until after my shower....
Which is in 3 weeks.
After which, I'll be driving my Husband crazy while I supervise/coax/beg/threaten him as he does all the stuff I'd rather be doing myself.
In the meantime, I'll be here...sitting...watching my feet and ankles balloon...
yay.
I'm 31 weeks today.
Section is scheduled for 39 weeks.
July 30th.
We are taking Maternity shots on Fri.
We had a 3D US, but she would NOT cooperate. We only got like one decent pic...Sad.
Having Braxton Hicks often.
Also? Strange feeling she's gonna come early...which scares the bejeezus out me.
Even so-
Holy shitballs, kids.
I'm so ready for P to get here!
I can barely move anymore.
My joints are all locked up , and it hurts just to get across the room.
Someone has to help me up/down the stairs every time.
Picking O up outta the question--which blows. I feel like I'm neglecting him...
I can't sleep, and pretty much spend the night in my chair cursing my body (and my snoring spouse) til 2-3am when exhaustion finally takes over and I FINALLY pass out.
Summation? Useless and trapped.
And cranky.
The next 8 weeks need to go by fast!
I be losin' Mah MIND.
We're totally unprepared for her arrival, by the way...
Nothing stocked or set up.
We keep trying to, but something always thwarts us, pushing it aside for "later."
(not that I can do a lot anymore ANYWAY-but still)
I am not a "later" or "do as needed" type of gal, and as such, I'm getting kinda panicky, but I've given up hope of getting anything done until after my shower....
Which is in 3 weeks.
After which, I'll be driving my Husband crazy while I supervise/coax/beg/threaten him as he does all the stuff I'd rather be doing myself.
In the meantime, I'll be here...sitting...watching my feet and ankles balloon...
yay.
Monday, May 28, 2012
A Case of The Angries
My husband and I are pissed.
At everything.
Usually- at each other.
It sucks.
Don't get me wrong.
We've had our fights over the years and some have been doozies, necessary ones even, but this is different.
It's daily snipes, annoyances, and small rages that blow over quickly, but but happen all. the. time., leaving us both feeling badly.
The worst part?
The fights are often about nothing.
We both feel angry and stressed and worried and trapped.
Not with/in our marriage, but in our situation.
Which isn't anything new, but the weight is catching up with us in a big, squabbly way...
He's angry that he doesn't have a job.
I'm angry he doesn't have a job.
We're angry that he's applying for jobs daily, but with every app he puts in-- there are literally 200-300 people applying right along with him.
("helpful" new feature on CareerBuilder)
We're angry that instead of moving forward, we're falling behind again, never having moved AHEAD in the first place.
We're angry that our pregnancy can't just be joyful and exciting, because we're too scared shitless about the future...
There's a lot of anger.
That's mostly fear.
We are trying desperately to hold on to gratitude and hope, but the anger-fear is bubbling over.
There are plucky optimistic days, but they're dwindling.
So we find ourselves cagey and irritable, unable to stop ourselves...
Exploding over little things, because there's not a lot of control over the big things.
Maybe it's normal.
To feel this way for awhile.
Perhaps we'll ride the this period of discontent out, and end up with a calmer perspective?
In the meantime, we just have to try and not kill one another.
Because you always hurt the ones you love.
And I really lurrrrve my husband.
I know the feeling is mutual.
SUHWOOON.
At everything.
Usually- at each other.
It sucks.
Don't get me wrong.
We've had our fights over the years and some have been doozies, necessary ones even, but this is different.
It's daily snipes, annoyances, and small rages that blow over quickly, but but happen all. the. time., leaving us both feeling badly.
The worst part?
The fights are often about nothing.
We both feel angry and stressed and worried and trapped.
Not with/in our marriage, but in our situation.
Which isn't anything new, but the weight is catching up with us in a big, squabbly way...
He's angry that he doesn't have a job.
I'm angry he doesn't have a job.
We're angry that he's applying for jobs daily, but with every app he puts in-- there are literally 200-300 people applying right along with him.
("helpful" new feature on CareerBuilder)
We're angry that instead of moving forward, we're falling behind again, never having moved AHEAD in the first place.
We're angry that our pregnancy can't just be joyful and exciting, because we're too scared shitless about the future...
There's a lot of anger.
That's mostly fear.
We are trying desperately to hold on to gratitude and hope, but the anger-fear is bubbling over.
There are plucky optimistic days, but they're dwindling.
So we find ourselves cagey and irritable, unable to stop ourselves...
Exploding over little things, because there's not a lot of control over the big things.
Maybe it's normal.
To feel this way for awhile.
Perhaps we'll ride the this period of discontent out, and end up with a calmer perspective?
In the meantime, we just have to try and not kill one another.
Because you always hurt the ones you love.
And I really lurrrrve my husband.
I know the feeling is mutual.
SUHWOOON.
Saturday, May 19, 2012
2.5 years...
So when O is 5 and P is 2ish?
And I start chattering on about how I want another baby?
Do a girl a solid and just slap a bitch.
I cannot do this again.
As I'm sure I'll get momnesia, and spout drivel like:
"But vasectomies are reversible, and we're so YOUNG..."
Step in, friends.
Cut that shit off at the pass.
I am fucking miserable.
Which I HATE saying because I feel so incredibly LUCKY to be having a 2nd child.
I know their are women out there who would give their left tit to be where I am, and I wouldn't give this, or my coming daughter up for the WORLD, but never again.
I was miserable with O too.
I didn't have any idea what pregnancy would be like for me with Cerebral Palsy, Chronic Pain, Depression, and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome on top of just the general issues that all women experience while pregnant...
Needless to say, it was a party.
A pain-filled, excruciating and exhausting party.
I learned quickly that my body was not quite designed to be pregnant, and getting...or should I say STAYING pregnant just made it angry.
Super.
Knowing before O was even born that despite it all, I would want to do it again...
I had really hoped that if I could finally get through a full term pregnancy, maybe the 2nd time around would be easier.
My body would be acclimated.
The transition would be waaay easier.
Be like riding a bike, right?
[side-note? I can't ride a bike. Oops.]
Ummm, yeah. Not so much.
We're back to a world of pain and mind-numbing exhaustion.
New and Improved with a Toddler and an unemployed husband!
Yay!
Yesterday was a bad day.
I was so tired, I couldn't see straight, so the Huz convinced me to get in my recliner and take a nap...
But everything hurt.
And I just wanted to lay down like a normal person.
Wrangling my ass into bed was no easy feat, and I knew it was a bad idea, but I was determined to LAY DOWN.
My body and joints said NAY.
And the endeavor ended in tears.
Plus profanity.
Most days are like this and it gets a little harder every week...
[C'mon July 30th!]
But I love being a mom, and we felt it was really important for O to have a sibling.
I can't wait to meet P.
To squeeze her.
To festoon her little head with bows.
To watch O and P grow up together.
All of this is worth it.
For all of that.
However?
I start getting baby fever for #3?
Put your back into it.
For my sake.
Unless we're adopting.
Snort.
Shut up.
Totally different.
And I start chattering on about how I want another baby?
Do a girl a solid and just slap a bitch.
I cannot do this again.
As I'm sure I'll get momnesia, and spout drivel like:
"But vasectomies are reversible, and we're so YOUNG..."
Step in, friends.
Cut that shit off at the pass.
I am fucking miserable.
Which I HATE saying because I feel so incredibly LUCKY to be having a 2nd child.
I know their are women out there who would give their left tit to be where I am, and I wouldn't give this, or my coming daughter up for the WORLD, but never again.
I was miserable with O too.
I didn't have any idea what pregnancy would be like for me with Cerebral Palsy, Chronic Pain, Depression, and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome on top of just the general issues that all women experience while pregnant...
Needless to say, it was a party.
A pain-filled, excruciating and exhausting party.
I learned quickly that my body was not quite designed to be pregnant, and getting...or should I say STAYING pregnant just made it angry.
Super.
Knowing before O was even born that despite it all, I would want to do it again...
I had really hoped that if I could finally get through a full term pregnancy, maybe the 2nd time around would be easier.
My body would be acclimated.
The transition would be waaay easier.
Be like riding a bike, right?
[side-note? I can't ride a bike. Oops.]
Ummm, yeah. Not so much.
We're back to a world of pain and mind-numbing exhaustion.
New and Improved with a Toddler and an unemployed husband!
Yay!
Yesterday was a bad day.
I was so tired, I couldn't see straight, so the Huz convinced me to get in my recliner and take a nap...
But everything hurt.
And I just wanted to lay down like a normal person.
Wrangling my ass into bed was no easy feat, and I knew it was a bad idea, but I was determined to LAY DOWN.
My body and joints said NAY.
And the endeavor ended in tears.
Plus profanity.
Most days are like this and it gets a little harder every week...
[C'mon July 30th!]
But I love being a mom, and we felt it was really important for O to have a sibling.
I can't wait to meet P.
To squeeze her.
To festoon her little head with bows.
To watch O and P grow up together.
All of this is worth it.
For all of that.
However?
I start getting baby fever for #3?
Put your back into it.
For my sake.
Unless we're adopting.
Snort.
Shut up.
Totally different.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Restful Regression
A post or so ago, I mentioned our struggles with O's sleep...I'd link it, but I'm doing this from my phone...so later...
The basic gist?
He wasn't sleeping.
I finally decided the problem was an issue of freedom.
Not lighting (blackout shades)
Toys (all taken out)
Or even scheduling (for the most part)
It's that he could get out whenever the hell he felt like it.
And did.
And jumped
And rolled
And played
And DID NOT SLEEP
After months of -5am wake ups & no naps, I kinda snapped...
So I made Husband set up his pack n play & we plopped him in it.
Guess what?
He slept.
And he napped.
Holy shit.
Yes, he threw a hissy at first, but for the most part?
It's totally worked.
Now?
Instead of taking an hour+ for him to fall asleep at bed time & waking up at 5am or before, he now takes maybe 30 mins at night & wakes between 6-6:45 am!
Life-changing.
Nap time is still a bit tricky (like today, he refused to nap), but over the last 2 weeks, it usually takes about 30 minutes of him chatting it up with himself & then he falls asleep!
Hoooray!
I am a genius.
Then my Huz came in with his worried face--like he does, & started talking about O "regressing."
As in going from a big-boy bed back to a baby crib, of sorts...
Wasn't that a bad thing?
And what about when the Baby comes?
He'll be almost 3!
Sigh.
Honestly, if it were up to ME, he'd probably still be sleeping in bed with us...but that's another subject...
And the only reason we moved him from his crib when we did is because he started climbing out of it & his Pediatrician scared the bejeezus out of us...
So I was not AT all bothered by putting him in the pack n play (can't get a climbing grip on mesh walls, sucker!).
I mean, let's focus here:
He is SLEEPING.
That was the important thing, right?
As far as Baby Girl, she'd be sleeping with us for the 1st 6 months at least, so no worries there...
And I repeat:
He's sleeping!
SLEEPING.
That's all she wrote, folks...
All other arguments are invalid.
But then...
Like you do...
I started worrying that maybe this COULD be hampering his development somehow...
Crap.
After thinking long and hard about it, I've come to a decision:
You know what hampers development?
Sleep deprivation and over-tired mamas.
The pack n play it IS.
One more time for effect:
HE IS SLEEPING.
The basic gist?
He wasn't sleeping.
I finally decided the problem was an issue of freedom.
Not lighting (blackout shades)
Toys (all taken out)
Or even scheduling (for the most part)
It's that he could get out whenever the hell he felt like it.
And did.
And jumped
And rolled
And played
And DID NOT SLEEP
After months of -5am wake ups & no naps, I kinda snapped...
So I made Husband set up his pack n play & we plopped him in it.
Guess what?
He slept.
And he napped.
Holy shit.
Yes, he threw a hissy at first, but for the most part?
It's totally worked.
Now?
Instead of taking an hour+ for him to fall asleep at bed time & waking up at 5am or before, he now takes maybe 30 mins at night & wakes between 6-6:45 am!
Life-changing.
Nap time is still a bit tricky (like today, he refused to nap), but over the last 2 weeks, it usually takes about 30 minutes of him chatting it up with himself & then he falls asleep!
Hoooray!
I am a genius.
Then my Huz came in with his worried face--like he does, & started talking about O "regressing."
As in going from a big-boy bed back to a baby crib, of sorts...
Wasn't that a bad thing?
And what about when the Baby comes?
He'll be almost 3!
Sigh.
Honestly, if it were up to ME, he'd probably still be sleeping in bed with us...but that's another subject...
And the only reason we moved him from his crib when we did is because he started climbing out of it & his Pediatrician scared the bejeezus out of us...
So I was not AT all bothered by putting him in the pack n play (can't get a climbing grip on mesh walls, sucker!).
I mean, let's focus here:
He is SLEEPING.
That was the important thing, right?
As far as Baby Girl, she'd be sleeping with us for the 1st 6 months at least, so no worries there...
And I repeat:
He's sleeping!
SLEEPING.
That's all she wrote, folks...
All other arguments are invalid.
But then...
Like you do...
I started worrying that maybe this COULD be hampering his development somehow...
Crap.
After thinking long and hard about it, I've come to a decision:
You know what hampers development?
Sleep deprivation and over-tired mamas.
The pack n play it IS.
One more time for effect:
HE IS SLEEPING.
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