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Crazy heavy AF- a tmi journal but I am nervous

Sep 02, 2013 - 3 comments

Since I had my C-section my AF has changed.  There is always a day I just seem to gush blood.  Well- that was last night.  It woke me up a couple of times- but not enough to do anything about it.  This morning- the bed is soaked.  I had to take a shower.  I don't have any pain and now that I am up it does not seem to be flowing so strong.  I am a week early.  It seems really red too.  I know I am or was not pg.   No big cramping- only slight.  I just don't know.  To be honest, I have not had a pelvic exam since the girls were 6 mos old.  My gyn dropped me when I had issues and I have not found a new person- could go back to him but I don't like what he did when things got tough with my pregnancy.  It seems to have let up- but I was really thinking this morning I needed to go to the  ER for AF!

a vent about  'friends'  

Aug 28, 2013 - 6 comments

this is my safe place and I can write anything here so here is my vent.  I have a couple of friends that I have known for years- we all live about 30 minutes away.  we were roommates and they would call me a best friend.  I love them.  Well- I am the one constantly putting forth the effort to gtg.  I always call or text and try to make plans.  One just moved and has gone back to school- happy to be with me- never had kids so maybe a bit uncomfortable that I am a package deal now.  That said- my girls are amazingly easy to shop, go to lunch and generally be in public with.  The other had kids via a relationship and is a (young) grandparent! Scheduling is her issue.  I just am lonely and frustrated.  I honestly need to quit trying to gtg with them and maybe they will get the message.  I just wonder  if it is me- or the fact I have toddlers.  I am just annoyed bc I saw fb pics of one of them doing exactly what I invited her to do last week with a group of friends from work.

whine whine whine

getting rid of baby stuff- consign, ebay?????

Apr 01, 2013 - 7 comments

So I am having a really tough time getting rid of things.  There is a consignment sale coming up.  I know I need to get rid of some things- there are somethings I don't even have any emotional attachment to.  It is just  so hard.  Our twins will be our only children.  If I would have issues and be on bedrest again- who would look after my sweeties.  It is just so depressing.  I also am not sure if that is the best way to make money- I only get 65%.  I dont really want to mess with ebay.  Argh. Seems like a big loss.  I am fruestrated and I have been procastinating.  Tomorrow I need to turn everything in that I want to sell.  Have you sold things and what worked best?

mother of the year here....NOT

Mar 07, 2013 - 9 comments

So the girls have an area we have completely baby proofed and gated off.  We have a kitchen/family big room and just sectioned it off.  I can watch them from the kitchen when I am not playing with them.  There is a bathroom off the family room.  I have it shut 99.99999% of the time.  Today they managed to get in there while I was switching out the laundry.  I was gone for a moment.  I came in and the Lysol cling bottle is in the family room.  I usually don't have any cleaners in there but we had company this week and I was cleaning everything.  I panicked.   It is a big bottle from Sams- had to be Abigail since she is walking and likes to carry things place to place.  My heart stopped.  I don't think she drank it- she would have had to tip the bottle upside down and she is not that strong.  Nothing was on her clothes. BUT She does put her mouth on everything.  None on her clothes.  So I called DH he did not think it was anything.  I just decided I better call poison control.  So they had me rinse her hands and mouth- I gave her a bath!  Then we had a snack- I checked her mouth with a flash light!  It was awful.  They just called me back to see how she was.  

Lesson learned.   I feel awful and incompetent.  I am embarrassed but I am telling you so you don't make the same mistake I did.  

Awful day.