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lilkilljoy
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Location: San Leandro, California, United States
Interests: More...sleep....
Expertise: "Business-speak" -- deadlines and deliverables don't mean a thing when you can make up good excuses. Or confusing ones.
Occupation: Operations
Industry: Telecommunications
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Member Since:
1/24/2006
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| Yesterday, for my 33rd birthday, I got one of the best "gifts" that I could hope for: I was able to fit comfortably into my pre-pregnancy jeans! They're still a little bit tighter than before, but I can sit for long periods of time with them buttoned and zipped with no problems. I didn't have to unbutton or otherwise pull on them. What a great feeling! I was just complaining to my husband last week that I needed to buy new jeans because I was sick and tired of the maternity ones being way too loose, to the point that they do fall down on their own. Although my jeans are old and unfashionable, at least I don't have to spend money impulsively.
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| Ah... wouldn't it be nice to have "free time." Easy for those who get more than 4 hours of sleep to tell me to relax. So I do all the calling to Kaiser and planning to ensure that my baby is well taken care of, but because I don't play with the kid like others, I'm the bad person? Don't get me wrong -- having others take the kid and keep him company is great for him developmentally and for me. But, I feel like I'm the only one who's concerned about more than play time. I need tojoin a support group.
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| Aiden Kalani Lum (Chinese name to be determined) arrived at 10:06am on Tuesday, July 11, 2006, weighing 7 lb. 10 oz., stretching 20 inches. He was an 8 at 20 seconds, and a 9 at 5 minutes. He was very curious from the start. He was poked and proded numerous times by the hospital staff who were making sure he was healthy. Poor kid. We arrived at home around 10:11pm (yes, very late discharge due to last minute test that had to be conducted on Aiden before he was releaseable) on Wednesday, July 12, 2006.
As I write this, Aiden is less than 59 hours old. At his doctor's appointment this morning, he weighed in at 7 lbs., having lost 10 oz., which is less than the 10% that would cause alarm. He's very loud, and doesn't like to be put down, so we're holding him constantly. We'll have to learn more parenting skills.
More to come when we are better rested and more sure of our abilities.
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| A blog not related to my baby: At the encouragement of my neighbor across the street (thank you, Vicki!), I finally got the nerve to call my next door neighbor Bob about his trees blocking the side walk and reaching into my back yard. He hired a landscaper to do some work for him, and so my neighbor Vicki came over, gave me Bob's number, and said that I may want to call him to clean up his plants so that we wouldn't have to do them ourselves. See, if Bob were a good neighbor like my other neighbors, I wouldn't have a problem with his stuff, but he's the kind that acts ignorant about his own violations, never mind that he is the president of the local home owners association. (We're all single family home owners, but there's a community HOA where people get together to ensure neighborhood safety and cleanliness. No HOA dues, thank goodness.) Anyway, I just made the call, and he said that he'd either have the landscaper clean up the trees, or he'd do them himself. SUCCESS! I've been wanting to call him for the longest time, but honestly, I didn't have his number, and a few months back, when my husband was working on the yard, I walked over to his house, but no one was home. So, I feel empowered now.
Not only that, but the landscaper worked on Vicki's lawn, is now working on Bob's lawn, and so far, he's doing a good job. I might hire him to work on our lawn. He also builds fences and works on concrete, which is what I need. I'll talk to him later. Bob said he'd be around tomorrow also because Bob's job is so big.
Oops. I better get ready for my dr's appt in an hour.
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I'm dilated to 1 cm!!! PROGRESS!! When I first
heard that I was starting to dilate, I was so excited and happy about finally
moving toward the baby's birth. Then I came home and it hit me -- the
pain. I don't know if I can handle the pain. I'm ready for the
baby, but I have low pain tolerance. I talked to my husband about it, and
he's been supportive, so that eases my mind somewhat. This next week is
going to be an experience. Two of my three sisters had to be induced to
start labor. I'm hoping that mine would come naturally. And as
painlessly as possible.
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