Chomping and Screaming, Screaming and Chomping.

Well, it has finally happened. Baby girl has her first tooth! A little, tiny (sharp) pearly white has decided to make it's appearance and break through her gums in the course of the night last night. She is so fascinated by this little gadget that has suddenly appeared in her mouth, running her tongue over it and moving her lip over it. It's quite entertaining to watch. Now it's a waiting game to see how she fairs with sticking her hands in her mouth and clamping down on them. Now that she's got one, I hope she gets some more soon! She's only got how many more teeth to go? (Seriously, I have no idea how many teeth are in a child's mouth. I missed that part of Biology.)
Baby girl has also (much to my dismay) learned to shriek and scream. She loves to yell at people, about everything and anything. She finds it to be funny when you shriek back. Such an easily entertained child!

Making Changes

I am still wanting to lose this weight. But I think I wanted to lose it all at once. That is not me.
I am changing the way I eat, AKA, I am not eating just because I am bored or eating complete crap all day. I am walking at least 30 minutes a day. This, this is what is going to help me lose weight and get my energy back up to be able to keep up after my daughter.
I still want to track and log what I eat and my calorie intake, as well as my exercise. However, I am not going to be extremely strict with my calorie intake. Counting calories is just not my style, and to be honest, it's a pain in the tukkus!!
But, I know just walking and getting rid of the 8 cans of soda a day and crap-snacking all the time will be good and will do the job.

Motivation to Lose.

I've decided that it is time to lose all this weight that I have gained. Not only do I still own all the pregnancy weight that I gained, but I also now own 10 pounds of what I like to call "lazy weight".
Bascially, I've done pretty much as little physical activity as I can and have been eating junk and crap and more junk as much as  I possibly can.
I have joined myfitnesspal to track what I am eating and how much excercise I am getting.
My goal is to be back to my pre-baby weight by the time my darling princess turns 1. Hopefully I can stick with it this time!

I Am an Awful Blogger

So you would think that because I am on Blogger every day reading other people's blogs, that I would remember to update my own.

Obviously not.

So, I think I am going to try and update this thing at least once a week. I think trying to update it every day was just too much because there wasn't enough going on for me to do that.

So, let's go with this once a week thing and see what happens!

So I Fell Into A Black Hole...

No, not really. Just been extremely busy (kinda), hence the lack of updates.
Baby Madison was born on February 2 at 8:40PM and was a whopping 5 1/2 pounds! This was after 3 days of me being induced and being extremely exhausted. I actually asked for a C-section at one point. I have no idea how long she was. I didn't know how much she weighed when she was born until the day after. They took her right away to assess her condition. As it turned out, not only were her intestines out, but so was her bladder AND one of her ovaries. They managed to get almost everything back in right away, and the rest of it through surgery the next day. No incision had to be made luckily, everything was put back through her belly button.
She has since spent the last month in the NICU. She finally came home with us yesterday. She was supposed to come home last week, but had started throwing up after eating (which she LOVES to do! [eat, not throw up]) and they had to start her on reflux medications. She is on Regelan and Prevacid and a multivitamin that is fortified with iron. She doesn't mind taking the Regelan and Prevacid, but definitely does not like the vitamin drops. I don't blame her. It smells terrible and is black liquid, I can only imagine how it tastes. Hopefully I can just stick it in a bottle (one of the many disposables that I have at the moment. Yay for free stuff from the hospital!) and give it to her. I think that would be much easier and this way I know that she is getting it the way she needs it since she apparently tends to spit most of it out.
We have a visiting nurse service coming in tomorrow to evaluate her and see how she is doing, and I think I will ask them to come back a couple of times. Just because of the pure fact that her insurance covers it, so therefore I am going to take advantage of all the help I can get.

Pregnancy Woes

Only 9 more days until the big day. And I'm definitely ready for her to be out!
I know a lot of women would say, you shouldn't want your pregnancy to be over so soon, you're going to miss being pregnant, etc...
This may be true, somewhere down the line. But honestly, I haven't enjoyed pregnancy at all really. I thought I would love being pregnant, but in all honesty, I really, really, really dislike it. Maybe it's because I had such a rough first trimester being constantly (and by constantly I mean 24/7, not being able to eat anything) nauseous and sick. Maybe it's because I've spent SO much time at the dr's and I'm just sick of going to the doctors. Maybe it's because I've never wanted to sleep so much in my life as I have in the past 9 months. I can't put my finger on exactly what it is, I just flat out have not thoroughly enjoyed being pregnant.
There have been times where I have loved having her kick and everything after I have been able to feel her move, I will admit that. But as horrible as this sounds, and it's going to make a lot of people cringe probably, I get annoyed with her movement a lot of the time, especially on the days where she is just constantly on the move and really has no where to go because she has no more room in there.
And even though I'm completely exhausted and feel like I sleep more than I do anything else, I'm finding that I really don't sleep that much. Well, at night anyway. Up every hour on the hour, especially if I have a nap during the day. Kind of a sticky situation because I can't make it through most days (like today) without taking a nap. So it's either I'm exhausted and ready for bed by 5PM, so I struggle to stay awake until the fiance has to go to work or I take a nap and don't sleep at night. It's a lose lose situation. Although, I suppose I should get used it.

Poor Decisions and Rendering the Consequences

Why do we have such a hard time coping with the fact that we make bad decisions?
Why do we have to complain about the situations that we get ourselves into when we conciously make a poor decision?
Why can't we live with the fact that we just made a poor decision and got ourselves into a sticky situation, get out of it as best as we can, and forget about it?

This is something I can't understand. I understand the fact that we are all going to make poor decisions and make mistakes in our lifetimes. However, what I don't fully comprehend are those who constantly make poor decisions, despite advice from others after they ask for it repeatedly, but then constantly complain that they are in a sticky or a foul situation. You made a conscious decision, one that you knew at the time probably was not the right move. Everyone does it. It's part of our nature. There are definitely just times where we have to test our boundaries, our limits, what is right and what is wrong in our own minds. However, we should also be able to render the consequences that come along with the decisions that we make.

So I guess my question is this: why make a conciously bad decision/poor choice when you know ahead of time what the consequence will be?

For example: This is something I have seen happen a lot with girls (myself a few times included, I won't lie). They like a guy, who is obviously treating them poorly, but yet they continue to give everything they have to him. They know that he is probably just using them as a ploy, for sex, for whatever. Yet, they continue to do whatever they can to please him. And then complain about the situation they have gotten themselves into, saying they don't know how they got there and that they don't know what to do. Yes, I have been there. Yes, I did my fair share of complaining. However, I look back on these situations now, and just ask myself: why was I so stupid? And why couldn't I have just accepted that I made a poor decision in something and must now live with the consquences?

Maybe it is just part of who we are, and it's just something we grow out of. Maybe, we don't grow out of it. Maybe, we just grow more conscious of the fact that we are making a mistake, and we still have to live with the consequences, but we just need something to complain about it. Maybe this question just doesn't have an answer.
Who knows.