This is an old blog I found on our computer. I think its pretty funny.
If you would have asked me 3 months ago if I would pick myspace or death, I would have picked death. I was always one to quickly dis myspace, its avid users and its impersonal way of communication. I vowed to never become a myspace sheep. But then I made my first fatal mistake. I started checking out my dear friends (Joanne) myspaces. It was like opening a treasure chest! You look at one persons list of friends, only to make the rich discover that you know 3 of their friends. You continue to click on each of them, only to find more people you know! Some are good friends, others I haven't thought of in years. Slowly the thought started to creep into my mind "maybe I should join myspace..." but then my better half, my stronger half would tell my self "NO CHER YOU MUST STAY STRONG...DO NOT LET THE POWERS OF MYSPACE WEAKEN YOU". And so our little dance continued...myspace wooing my heart, making me tingle, but my mind always stopping me before I did something I regret. Then I made fatal mistake number 2, I spoke that little voice out loud, while sitting beside my husband. Well to skip a bunch of boring crap, here I am... a user of myspace. It feels like death.*
*any and all opinions expressed in the previous blog are that of Cher, and not Stephen. Duh - we all know Stephen could not write anything that funny.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Problem
I have a bit of a problem as of late.
Its called Shaken Black Iced Tea with or without Lemonade from Starbucks.
Definately becoming a problem.
Its called Shaken Black Iced Tea with or without Lemonade from Starbucks.
Definately becoming a problem.
Wii would like to play
I really want a Wii.
With guitar hero.
And Dance Dance Revolution.
I thought about putting it on my baby registry but decided that wouldn't be appropriate. Funny, but not appropriate.
My 24th birthday is coming up, maybe I'll get one then.
Yea, a Wii would be great.
With guitar hero.
And Dance Dance Revolution.
I thought about putting it on my baby registry but decided that wouldn't be appropriate. Funny, but not appropriate.
My 24th birthday is coming up, maybe I'll get one then.
Yea, a Wii would be great.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
I am ready
Today I am ready for my baby to come.
If you would have asked me yesterday, I would have said "No, I am not ready"
Today - I am.
I hope our baby realizes its only polite to come on time. If you say you are going to be at a meeting 3pm, then its only polite to be there by at least 3pm if not 5-10 minutes early. Same goes for you baby, same goes for you.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
The day I peed on a stick and passed
The week I finally figured out I was pregnant was an interesting one.
It started out by me having a dream. Someone; I think God, said to me clear as day "Cher, you are pregnant." When I woke up the next morning I didn't remember the dream right away. I noticed I wasn't feeling that great, fairly nauseas, and then *WHAM* the dream hit me like a wave, and I stood in the kitchen processing. I chalked it up to some crazy dream, stopped to get some ginger ale on the way to work and went on with my week. But my nausea didn't go away. It was Saturday, and I was in Winners with my older brother Chris, feeling sick and tired and I thought, "This is ridiculous, I guess I will just take the darn test so I can start ruling out why I am not feeling well" So my brother dropped me off, I went to the store and picked up a magic stick that if I pee on will tell me if I have a human being living inside of me.
I finally decided to take the test later in the afternoon. It wasn't an easy decision. Stephen and I had wanted to get pregnant for about the last 2 years. Several times I was sure I was pregnant, only to pee on the magic stick and it flash NEGATIVE in my face. There would be times I would start 'feeling' nauseas and tired, and would convince myself I was pregnant because I desperately wanted to be. This time, I didn't even tell Stephen I was taking the test. I was sure that I wasn’t, and just wanted to rule that out a possibility. In the event that I was, I need to start treating my body different.
I go down to our bathroom, and do one of the most nerve wracking things a women ever have to do. I take the test. Making sure to follow all the rules exactly (if you have ever taken one, you know how complicated peeing on the stick is). I left the bathroom for the allotted amount of time, came back, picked up the stick, carefully mind you as I had just peed on it, and was a little more than surprised to see 1.5 lines. 1 line means you fail, 2 lines mean you pass. What in the world does 1.5 lines mean, I thought to myself. I frantically open up the little instruction manual and re-read the whole thing, until I come to the part where it says "If you see any part of line 2, the test is positive".
Wow. Ok. I pick up my magic stick, I pick up the instruction book, I slowly walk up the stairs, and outside to where Stephen was working. I didn’t run. I didn't plan anything creative. I was so taken off guard; I just walked, staring at the test in disbelief. I show the magic stick to my husband, he looks at it and says "What does this mean?” So I show him the part in the instructions about the 1.5 lines and say "I think it means we are pregnant." He just stared at me, emotionless. We go inside the house, sit down and I ask him what he thinks. "I don't want to get my hopes up". I understand. We had miscarried our first baby about 3 years earlier. It was a very hard time for us, and didn't want to go through having to tell everyone again that we had lost another baby.
But not getting excited wasn't so simple for me. Whether we lost this baby or not, it was still my baby. We decide to not tell our family until I went to see my Dr. and then no one else until we had hit the 12 week mark. I couldn't get in until Tuesday, which was 4 days of waiting, hoping, not knowing.
Tuesday finally comes, I go see my Dr, and this time I get to pee in a magic cup. Well the cup isn't so magically, so much as the poor lab technicians who have to processes my pee are. I tell my Dr. my suspicions, we talk about my last 'dates', my previous complications and she tells me that I am 9.5 weeks pregnant. I was floored! I was that far along? We had miscarried our last baby at 10 weeks, so to know that we were quite far a long was very encouraging. I tell Stephen and he can't believe it either! We go back to work elated.
I call a 'meeting' with my dad and mom, who are CEO and Director of Administration at Siloam where we both work. We were very serious going into the meeting. I tell them I got another job. Something I had been looking into for a long time, and I had finally got a position. My dad, in classic dad fashion, is very encouraging, thinks this great! My mom, I could tell was not as excited, but supportive. Finally my dad asks me what I will be doing. "Well, it doesn't start until the end of March. And it will involve a lot of long nights, mostly staying at home, changing diapers..." I can see the lights go on in my moms eyes; she breaks out into this huge smile. My dad, not so quick. My mom says "Are you having a baby?" "Yes!!!," we finally get to reply. So we hugged, my mom and I squealed, it was awesome.
We told Stephens family the same way, but over the phone. His mom was awesome. She got real quiet when I started explaining my new 'job', and quietly said "Cher, are you pregnant?" It was great. We called Stephen's brother and his wife next, who live in Kansas. Nina's reaction was the best one I got! When we told them she started screaming, I don't think anyone was happier for us!
I told my best friend Ash by inviting her over one evening. Stephen was going to take a picture of us, but the whole time we were posing he was actually video taping. Unfortunately we didn't know that the sound wasn't on our camera, so we only got the video, no conversation. Ashley and I had booked a trip to Cuba together to happen in Oct., so I casually said "Oh, by the way, when we are in Cuba I will be in my 2nd Trimester." It took her a second, but she jumped up and hugged me then said, "You lied to me!" Her and my mom both suggested I was pregnant when I was nauseas for over a week. I lied to them both and told them I took and test and it was negative, when really it was positive.
I told Cam the same way I told Ash. And I told Chris by sending him a card that said "You suck" on the front, and then on the inside "at being an Uncle, get it together by March 30th" I attached a soother. And the rest is history...
It started out by me having a dream. Someone; I think God, said to me clear as day "Cher, you are pregnant." When I woke up the next morning I didn't remember the dream right away. I noticed I wasn't feeling that great, fairly nauseas, and then *WHAM* the dream hit me like a wave, and I stood in the kitchen processing. I chalked it up to some crazy dream, stopped to get some ginger ale on the way to work and went on with my week. But my nausea didn't go away. It was Saturday, and I was in Winners with my older brother Chris, feeling sick and tired and I thought, "This is ridiculous, I guess I will just take the darn test so I can start ruling out why I am not feeling well" So my brother dropped me off, I went to the store and picked up a magic stick that if I pee on will tell me if I have a human being living inside of me.
I finally decided to take the test later in the afternoon. It wasn't an easy decision. Stephen and I had wanted to get pregnant for about the last 2 years. Several times I was sure I was pregnant, only to pee on the magic stick and it flash NEGATIVE in my face. There would be times I would start 'feeling' nauseas and tired, and would convince myself I was pregnant because I desperately wanted to be. This time, I didn't even tell Stephen I was taking the test. I was sure that I wasn’t, and just wanted to rule that out a possibility. In the event that I was, I need to start treating my body different.
I go down to our bathroom, and do one of the most nerve wracking things a women ever have to do. I take the test. Making sure to follow all the rules exactly (if you have ever taken one, you know how complicated peeing on the stick is). I left the bathroom for the allotted amount of time, came back, picked up the stick, carefully mind you as I had just peed on it, and was a little more than surprised to see 1.5 lines. 1 line means you fail, 2 lines mean you pass. What in the world does 1.5 lines mean, I thought to myself. I frantically open up the little instruction manual and re-read the whole thing, until I come to the part where it says "If you see any part of line 2, the test is positive".
Wow. Ok. I pick up my magic stick, I pick up the instruction book, I slowly walk up the stairs, and outside to where Stephen was working. I didn’t run. I didn't plan anything creative. I was so taken off guard; I just walked, staring at the test in disbelief. I show the magic stick to my husband, he looks at it and says "What does this mean?” So I show him the part in the instructions about the 1.5 lines and say "I think it means we are pregnant." He just stared at me, emotionless. We go inside the house, sit down and I ask him what he thinks. "I don't want to get my hopes up". I understand. We had miscarried our first baby about 3 years earlier. It was a very hard time for us, and didn't want to go through having to tell everyone again that we had lost another baby.
But not getting excited wasn't so simple for me. Whether we lost this baby or not, it was still my baby. We decide to not tell our family until I went to see my Dr. and then no one else until we had hit the 12 week mark. I couldn't get in until Tuesday, which was 4 days of waiting, hoping, not knowing.
Tuesday finally comes, I go see my Dr, and this time I get to pee in a magic cup. Well the cup isn't so magically, so much as the poor lab technicians who have to processes my pee are. I tell my Dr. my suspicions, we talk about my last 'dates', my previous complications and she tells me that I am 9.5 weeks pregnant. I was floored! I was that far along? We had miscarried our last baby at 10 weeks, so to know that we were quite far a long was very encouraging. I tell Stephen and he can't believe it either! We go back to work elated.
I call a 'meeting' with my dad and mom, who are CEO and Director of Administration at Siloam where we both work. We were very serious going into the meeting. I tell them I got another job. Something I had been looking into for a long time, and I had finally got a position. My dad, in classic dad fashion, is very encouraging, thinks this great! My mom, I could tell was not as excited, but supportive. Finally my dad asks me what I will be doing. "Well, it doesn't start until the end of March. And it will involve a lot of long nights, mostly staying at home, changing diapers..." I can see the lights go on in my moms eyes; she breaks out into this huge smile. My dad, not so quick. My mom says "Are you having a baby?" "Yes!!!," we finally get to reply. So we hugged, my mom and I squealed, it was awesome.
We told Stephens family the same way, but over the phone. His mom was awesome. She got real quiet when I started explaining my new 'job', and quietly said "Cher, are you pregnant?" It was great. We called Stephen's brother and his wife next, who live in Kansas. Nina's reaction was the best one I got! When we told them she started screaming, I don't think anyone was happier for us!
I told my best friend Ash by inviting her over one evening. Stephen was going to take a picture of us, but the whole time we were posing he was actually video taping. Unfortunately we didn't know that the sound wasn't on our camera, so we only got the video, no conversation. Ashley and I had booked a trip to Cuba together to happen in Oct., so I casually said "Oh, by the way, when we are in Cuba I will be in my 2nd Trimester." It took her a second, but she jumped up and hugged me then said, "You lied to me!" Her and my mom both suggested I was pregnant when I was nauseas for over a week. I lied to them both and told them I took and test and it was negative, when really it was positive.
I told Cam the same way I told Ash. And I told Chris by sending him a card that said "You suck" on the front, and then on the inside "at being an Uncle, get it together by March 30th" I attached a soother. And the rest is history...
This was the day we took the test, but didn't tell anyone our results.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Peanut from Uncle Luke
The story behind how we came to nickname out little baby “Peanut” is very cute. We didn’t just randomly start calling the baby it it was actually a gift of some sorts.
Stephen is the eldest of 7 children. Every night at the dinner table a different child takes their turn at praying for the meal. Because of our history of having issues with pregnancy, the family was very committed to praying daily for my health and safety and the health and safety of our unborn child.
One night it was Luke's, the youngest sibling, who is 8, turn to pray for supper. In the middle of his prayer he simply said “Jesus please keep Cher and Peanut safe. Amen” Everyone, of course, was a little confused at to who or what “peanut” was, so he explained that was the name of my baby.
Ever since then we all refer to our little baby as “Peanut”. I wouldn't be surprised if the nickname stuck for the rest of Peanut's life! Thanks Lukey!
Stephen is the eldest of 7 children. Every night at the dinner table a different child takes their turn at praying for the meal. Because of our history of having issues with pregnancy, the family was very committed to praying daily for my health and safety and the health and safety of our unborn child.
One night it was Luke's, the youngest sibling, who is 8, turn to pray for supper. In the middle of his prayer he simply said “Jesus please keep Cher and Peanut safe. Amen” Everyone, of course, was a little confused at to who or what “peanut” was, so he explained that was the name of my baby.
Ever since then we all refer to our little baby as “Peanut”. I wouldn't be surprised if the nickname stuck for the rest of Peanut's life! Thanks Lukey!
Soothing My Purse
Yesterday Stephen and I went to a store called eChildren to look for strollers. We didn't find a stroller but we did end up buying a Glider. As we were going around the store sitting in the different gliders, Stephen sits done in one, puts his head back and starts 'gliding'. Next thing I know he is pretending to hold a baby and 'shh' it. This isn't the first time Stephen has pretended to hold our baby, but this is the first time in public. I wanted to see how far he would go with it so I handed him my purse. Low and behold he puts it against his chest and starts rubbing my purses, or I guess, our 'babies' back. He then proceeds to look down endearingly at it and smile. This is about the point I took the purse away.
The very first time he did this 'pretending' was after we set up our crib. He walked over to our new crib, pretending he was holding our baby, put our imaginary baby down, tucked in all the covers nice and tight, gave our 'baby' a kiss on the forehead, whispered it some loving things and then just sat and stared.
Now the point of these stories is not to point out how bizarre Stephen can be. Even though in those moments I am laughing at how ridiculous he is, and maybe even a little concerned, I feel overwhelming secure in who the father of the my children will be. When we were young and foolish and deciding to get married at a very young age, one of the biggest factors in my committing to Stephen was that I knew with out a doubt that he would be an excellent father. Beyond excellent, he would be ‘one of those dad's’. You know, one of those dads who would give their children a childhood full of stories they can pass onto their kids. One of those dads who our kid’s friends will want to come over to just to play with Mr. Dombowsky. One of those dads who will turn off the tv and not just make the kids go play outside, but go with the kids outside and start adventure.
There have been and continue to be points in this pregnancy where I freak out, I doubt, and wonder if I am really ready to become a parent, to become someone’s mother. And the closer we get the more unsure I feel. But not Stephen, the closer we get the more excited he gets. His constant excitement for our baby is what reassures me that we will be ok. He has been my strength and my rock (wow that sounds cheesy) during this all, and I wouldn’t have any other person beside me. I really do feel honoured to be able to give Stephen the children he has always desired for, and I look forward to being married to the coolest dad on the block. Even if the coolest dad started out by soothing a purse in a children’s store.
The very first time he did this 'pretending' was after we set up our crib. He walked over to our new crib, pretending he was holding our baby, put our imaginary baby down, tucked in all the covers nice and tight, gave our 'baby' a kiss on the forehead, whispered it some loving things and then just sat and stared.
Now the point of these stories is not to point out how bizarre Stephen can be. Even though in those moments I am laughing at how ridiculous he is, and maybe even a little concerned, I feel overwhelming secure in who the father of the my children will be. When we were young and foolish and deciding to get married at a very young age, one of the biggest factors in my committing to Stephen was that I knew with out a doubt that he would be an excellent father. Beyond excellent, he would be ‘one of those dad's’. You know, one of those dads who would give their children a childhood full of stories they can pass onto their kids. One of those dads who our kid’s friends will want to come over to just to play with Mr. Dombowsky. One of those dads who will turn off the tv and not just make the kids go play outside, but go with the kids outside and start adventure.
There have been and continue to be points in this pregnancy where I freak out, I doubt, and wonder if I am really ready to become a parent, to become someone’s mother. And the closer we get the more unsure I feel. But not Stephen, the closer we get the more excited he gets. His constant excitement for our baby is what reassures me that we will be ok. He has been my strength and my rock (wow that sounds cheesy) during this all, and I wouldn’t have any other person beside me. I really do feel honoured to be able to give Stephen the children he has always desired for, and I look forward to being married to the coolest dad on the block. Even if the coolest dad started out by soothing a purse in a children’s store.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Hiccups
Peanut had hiccups for the first time this weekend! Well the first time I noticed them. It was very cute, I was with my mom and dad and my grandma and grandpa. Mom and Grandma both got to feel the little rhythmic 'hiccup' 'hiccup' 'hiccup' while sitting in Starbucks. I was disappointed because Stephen wasn't there to feel them. He was so pumped when I told him about them but disappointed as well he didn't get to feel them. But I should have known better than to worry because Peanut came through later that night, showing Daddy his/her/its new trick! Peanut has a soft spot for Stephen. I definitely think the baby can tell whenever Stephen comes around. Peanut won't be moving at all and Stephen will come by and put his hand on my tummy and sure enough little Peanut perks right up and usually acts way more energized than he/she/it ever acts for me!
But back to the hiccups - so later that night I am lying in bed, absolutely exhausted, and Stephen is watching West Wing beside me and I feel the little rhythmic 'hiccup' 'hiccup' 'hiccup'. They were so cute, and Stephen was happy to be able to feel them. But after about 10 - 15 minutes, they weren't that cute anymore. They were down right annoying. So Stephen, being the concerned parent that he is, starts patting my tummy, like he is patting the back of the baby! Very funny but surprisingly it didn't help! Well they eventually stopped and I was finally able to fall asleep. I hope Peanut doesn't make a habit of showing off his/her/its new trick!
But back to the hiccups - so later that night I am lying in bed, absolutely exhausted, and Stephen is watching West Wing beside me and I feel the little rhythmic 'hiccup' 'hiccup' 'hiccup'. They were so cute, and Stephen was happy to be able to feel them. But after about 10 - 15 minutes, they weren't that cute anymore. They were down right annoying. So Stephen, being the concerned parent that he is, starts patting my tummy, like he is patting the back of the baby! Very funny but surprisingly it didn't help! Well they eventually stopped and I was finally able to fall asleep. I hope Peanut doesn't make a habit of showing off his/her/its new trick!
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