Timothy's Birth Story
18.05.12
On Monday ,4/16, I woke up early-- 4:30 a.m.-- in a funk. I was tired of waiting for baby, even though I was only slightly past my due date. I just wanted to start the next chapter of my life already, and I was feeling so impatient! Thanks to DeChRi's thread about "ending the pregnancy funk," I made a list to sort of re-prioritize the way I was thinking about the end of my pregnancy. I embraced a new due date-- my 42 weeks date-- and made brunch plans with friends for Saturday, a spa appointment for Wednesday, and a ladies' night plan for Friday. I recommitted to taking all of my supplements. I went and bought a new novel to read at bedtime instead of reading Peggy Vincent's memoir of her life as a midwife-- a collection of birth stories-- right before bed.
So on Monday night, I'd been up since 4:30a.m. without a nap. Come 9:30pm, I was tired, but had all this energy from my new look at life. I finally took a full tablet of unisom at 10 and got in bed. By 10:15, I was totally asleep. At 10:30, I heard a "POP!" in my lower abdomen. My eyes flew open. I had just read a birth story in the Vincent book that began just that way-- her own! I waited for a moment, and sure enough, a trickle of water tickled my leg. I leaped out of bed with athletic speed, but probably not much grace. I called DH in from the living room, where he was still watching Pride and Prejudice. :) Later, we had a good laugh about what he found on the bed: one quarter size drop of water, on my side of the bed (opposite of the bathroom) and one more quarter size drop of water on his side (closest to the bathroom). I was a woman with a mission, apparently. Because when I got to the bathroom, I flooded the place. Lordy. I had no idea there was that much water in a pregnant belly. I also did not know I could move that fast at 40 weeks pregnant. :)
Source: Mothering
Letting Loose in The Dollar Tree
18.05.12
In case you haven’t heard, I’ve gotten a little obsessed recently with couponing.
I wouldn’t call myself an “Extreme Couponer” — yet — but I’m hopeful that someday in the near future I will be able to stand in my garage and fondle my very own stockpile of Rice-A-Roni, toothpaste, and if I’m really savvy, an endless supply of toilet paper, preferably two-ply.
Until that time, however, I’m finding other ways to try and save money. Believe it or not, my latest obsession — hanging out at the local Dollar Tree — has now become a bit more than a way to watch my pennies.
Sure, I’ve puttered in and out of these super bargain stores since the first local one opened, and my inner Bargainista was greeted with dozens of gift wrap supplies, plastic floral pieces and discontinued eye shadow lines, but I never really saw the value and only shopped there a handful of times each year.
One thing that always amazed me was the eclectic group of people that I’d run into each time I would shop there. There I’d be casually meandering through the greeting card section in my most flattering pair of stain-free sweatpants and two aisles over I’d run into one of the most well-to-do gals in the town agonizing over whether or not she should “go for it” and buy the salted or plain can of cashews.
Source: Patch.com
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