Well, it's the last day of the year 2013. I'm gasp...34 years old! (Just a couple months ago, I could have sworn I was 33, even had a debate about it with my DH and family....looks like I am actually 34 though!)
I'm 1 day shy of 31 weeks pregnant with baby #3. I've got a 4 year old and a 2 year old, and they are all boys!!
We are soooo done in the baby arena. DH and I went to a urologist consult about a vasectomy about two weeks ago. I'm so lucky that DH is on board with that. To think, this whole blog started bc I was having difficulty conceiving (or at least carrying the baby past the first trimester), and now, we are talking vasectomy. What a difference 5 years can make huh? No appt scheduled for the big-V, but I do think it's coming in the first few months of 2014. Can you believe it? We are making the conscious choice NOT to have any more kids?! Wow!!!
I know that I have to thank God for that. Prayer and faith and good ol' fashion western medicine to discover and correct my subseptate uterus.
Lots of things have changed, lots of things have stayed the same since 2008. I do know that I'm VERY blessed to have the best possible husband for me. I'm very blessed with my work opportunities, house, kids, family, and health. I am BLESSED.
So what word shall I choose for my new year? The year 2014? I've been contemplating the word "active", in that I've been really lax in my exercising and get up and go lately. I know that I have the kids and while they do make spontaneity and activities difficult, sometimes I think I conveniently use them as an excuse to NOT be active, and not be adventurous. I've opted out of longer road trips, outdoor activities, etc, because of the kids. And I really want to raise them by exposing them to many different outdoor activities. Maybe not the full on "native" type of activities that some of my family members engage in, but I'd like to be cautious and not raise children who play video games all day (I have never actually bought or allowed a video game system in my house....but who knows, my kids are still young) and who want to hang out at the mall. Dont get me wrong, nothing is wrong with those activities in moderation. I do however, want my family and children to also enjoy outdoor activities such as going to the beach, hiking, fishing (except I'm so not a fisherman, so not sure how that will work out), biking, paddling, and sports.
My DH is also on board, but like me, he can fall into the lazy man's trap as well. We both have said, when the kids get older, we'll do this (insert, hike, bike, etc). But I wonder if there are any family activities (outdoors) that we can get into and do now? I know, our options are limited, especially since we'll be having a new born in just about 9 weeks! (NINE WEEKS!! HOLY MOLY!)
But this is my word for 2014 - ADVENTURE! In that word, I want to be active, I want to encourage my family to be active (actually my kids are plenty active, but hey, nothing is wrong with finding them a way to appropriately express their activities out doors). I want to take my kids on more adventures. The few times we've done that with them, we've had soooo much fun. One time, we went to a park upcountry and we ran into people who dress up in medieval costume and actually hold and play medieval games like fencing, jousting etc. That was SOOO cool. We also got to visit with horses that same day. Other times we found cool places to explore that we would have never really found otherwise. The best part about it is that we get in good quality family time, all at inexpensive prices (usually gas and lunch).
So yep, here is to more get up and go, more spontaneity (well as spontaneous as you can get with a 4 yo, 2 yo and newborn), more activity and more ADVENTURES!!!
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Finding out I'm pregnant (BFP #3)
ANOTHER OLD POST I NEVER PUBLISHED.
THIS WAS PROBABLY WRITTEN IN OCTOBER 2013.
Well, I'm five months pregnant (almost 22 weeks) and woke up at 5:00 a.m. because Kaua, #1, was yelling in his sleep (dreaming his brother made sheshe in the bed, lol, I know).
Now I can't go back to sleep and with my mind awake, had a burning desire to blog my BFP story before I forget. I thought I didn't record when I found out about Ho'ea's pregnancy, but I did, whew!
So without further adieu, here is what I can remember:
I was getting ready for a hula competition held in June on another island. It was going to be our last time to enter for a while (according to our Kumu), so there was a lot of pressure to do well. Practices were tough and the first night of the weekend we went (June 21-22) over, we experienced some harsh words from our Kumu.
I remember it was a thursday night and our stage rehearsal went all wrong. We were late for our stage time, which is extremely valuable in terms of spacing and blocking. Then the radio didn't work because he couldn't find the batteries for them...it was awful.
So that night, we stayed late and practiced outside till well past 11pm. I remember feeling very very strong cramps, more so than usual. I remember commenting to my hula sisters that I was expecting to get my period soon (because I think I was due that Monday or so). And it had been the prior year at the last hula competition that I first got my period after my pregnancy and nursing period with Ho'ea (the prior year I had weaned Ho'ea off of breastfeeding at about 10.5 months so that I wouldn't have to breast feed at the hula competition while I was away from him.) My other hula sister/bestie said that she was expected to get her period too, and she had hers the same time as me the last hula competition too.
Anyways, the hula competition was good. We went out and celebrated the evening of the last night and we drank alcohol and had fun as all girls do.
No more thought was paid to my period, until the following week when we came home. I ended up not getting my period on the designated day. I also didn't get it for the following 4 days either. I was five days late.
I still had no real reason to think I was pregnant however, because just the prior cycle before, I had been late for my period for a good week or so and I thought I could have been pregnant then, but nope, I wasn't. The stress of a job change (reduction in hours at my old parttime job leading to me picking up another parttime job to then work full time). The stress had apparently caused a delay in my cycle. So of course, with the huge stress placed on me for the hula competition, I thought the same thing would be happening again.
So one Friday morning, I remember DH was still away at work and had not come home yet, I sat on the toilet and took a pregnancy test. (I had ordered a bunch of cheapies on the internet, for testing, just in case as a result of the prior period delay). I figured, ah, what the heck...I should just take one, you never know. I also remember not really thinking I was actually pregnant, though, because I had no pregnancy symptoms at all.
I remember sitting on the toilet and reading my mobile phone (checking FB probably) and just so happen to glance over and see....BFP! I was like, wait, what?! I was truly surprised and shocked. This pregnancy was entirely unplanned and unexpected. Although, I suppose it was to be expected at some point because we were not actually taking any form of contraceptive and were both open to the possibility of having a third (hence the no contraception - I thought, if God thinks I'm ready for three, then he'll give me a third).
Looks like he thought I was ready for three! (Three boys that is! Yes, it's another boy, but that's a different post).
So when DH came home that morning, I casually left the pregnancy test on our kitchen counter and waited till he saw it. He saw it in about 5 minutes of walking in and he looked at me and immediately new what that meant. He was so happy. You could see the goofy grin on his face. The first thing he said was classic, he said "How did that happen?". Which I thought was very funny, and I said, "How do you think?"
He definitely had a lot more of an excited reaction than me. Already having the two boys, I was and still am very nervous. The two boys are definitely a handful (more like a whole bucketload full). And with DH gone all the time for work, I'm often feeling like a single mom. Can I really handle 3? Oh man, I suppose God thinks I can!
THIS WAS PROBABLY WRITTEN IN OCTOBER 2013.
Well, I'm five months pregnant (almost 22 weeks) and woke up at 5:00 a.m. because Kaua, #1, was yelling in his sleep (dreaming his brother made sheshe in the bed, lol, I know).
Now I can't go back to sleep and with my mind awake, had a burning desire to blog my BFP story before I forget. I thought I didn't record when I found out about Ho'ea's pregnancy, but I did, whew!
So without further adieu, here is what I can remember:
I was getting ready for a hula competition held in June on another island. It was going to be our last time to enter for a while (according to our Kumu), so there was a lot of pressure to do well. Practices were tough and the first night of the weekend we went (June 21-22) over, we experienced some harsh words from our Kumu.
I remember it was a thursday night and our stage rehearsal went all wrong. We were late for our stage time, which is extremely valuable in terms of spacing and blocking. Then the radio didn't work because he couldn't find the batteries for them...it was awful.
So that night, we stayed late and practiced outside till well past 11pm. I remember feeling very very strong cramps, more so than usual. I remember commenting to my hula sisters that I was expecting to get my period soon (because I think I was due that Monday or so). And it had been the prior year at the last hula competition that I first got my period after my pregnancy and nursing period with Ho'ea (the prior year I had weaned Ho'ea off of breastfeeding at about 10.5 months so that I wouldn't have to breast feed at the hula competition while I was away from him.) My other hula sister/bestie said that she was expected to get her period too, and she had hers the same time as me the last hula competition too.
Anyways, the hula competition was good. We went out and celebrated the evening of the last night and we drank alcohol and had fun as all girls do.
No more thought was paid to my period, until the following week when we came home. I ended up not getting my period on the designated day. I also didn't get it for the following 4 days either. I was five days late.
I still had no real reason to think I was pregnant however, because just the prior cycle before, I had been late for my period for a good week or so and I thought I could have been pregnant then, but nope, I wasn't. The stress of a job change (reduction in hours at my old parttime job leading to me picking up another parttime job to then work full time). The stress had apparently caused a delay in my cycle. So of course, with the huge stress placed on me for the hula competition, I thought the same thing would be happening again.
So one Friday morning, I remember DH was still away at work and had not come home yet, I sat on the toilet and took a pregnancy test. (I had ordered a bunch of cheapies on the internet, for testing, just in case as a result of the prior period delay). I figured, ah, what the heck...I should just take one, you never know. I also remember not really thinking I was actually pregnant, though, because I had no pregnancy symptoms at all.
I remember sitting on the toilet and reading my mobile phone (checking FB probably) and just so happen to glance over and see....BFP! I was like, wait, what?! I was truly surprised and shocked. This pregnancy was entirely unplanned and unexpected. Although, I suppose it was to be expected at some point because we were not actually taking any form of contraceptive and were both open to the possibility of having a third (hence the no contraception - I thought, if God thinks I'm ready for three, then he'll give me a third).
Looks like he thought I was ready for three! (Three boys that is! Yes, it's another boy, but that's a different post).
So when DH came home that morning, I casually left the pregnancy test on our kitchen counter and waited till he saw it. He saw it in about 5 minutes of walking in and he looked at me and immediately new what that meant. He was so happy. You could see the goofy grin on his face. The first thing he said was classic, he said "How did that happen?". Which I thought was very funny, and I said, "How do you think?"
He definitely had a lot more of an excited reaction than me. Already having the two boys, I was and still am very nervous. The two boys are definitely a handful (more like a whole bucketload full). And with DH gone all the time for work, I'm often feeling like a single mom. Can I really handle 3? Oh man, I suppose God thinks I can!
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