Monthly Archives: September 2012

The Not-So-Glorious Things When You are Pregnant/Give Birth


I didn’t really know too much about how pregnancy affects a woman’s body until I became pregnant. For the most part, I had only heard of the glow that pregnant women have and how it is such a glorious thing. Everything I had heard of about pregnancy was that it was this amazing process and butterflies here and rainbows there blah blah blah blah blah. When dealing with people and in all of my relationships I prefer a painful truth to a nice little lie. Don’t get me wrong, I have heard of some women having just the best time while they are pregnant; however, I am not one of those women. Listed below are some facts about pregnancy and how a woman’s body might be afterwards. (If you think this might be gross, then you may want to stop reading my posts like this, Dad.)

  1. Morning sickness sucks. Not to mention it can last all day and night. Mine kicked in when I hit week number six of being pregnant. I couldn’t really eat anything and I worried some of my family members. It took me a while to learn that I could eat lemons. Surprisingly, lemons, or anything citrus, actually help nausea. Sadly, for some this is not true. There are a few women I know that have such an awful time with morning sickness that literally nothing helps and they just have to deal with it.
  2. Mood swings. I’ll admit, I used to believe that pregnant women who burst out into different moods and cry at the drop of a hat were just seeking attention and could truly control their emotions. I was dead wrong. The slightest thing could make me cry, especially food. For instance, one evening I heated some spaghetti up in the microwave (it was covered, thank you very much) and it exploded. There was hardly a clean surface in the microwave and it took me the better part of an hour to clean it up. It was that bad. Also, it probably didn’t help that I started crying like I was trying to fill a swimming pool. While this was going on (and since I couldn’t call my husband since he was deployed) I had to talk to my grandpa and a friend to calm down. Occasionally, my husband will remember me freaking out over this and still makes fun of me for it. I look at him with tears in my eyes and say, “Too soon.” To this day, if a recipe doesn’t go right or doesn’t look how it’s supposed to look, I tear up a bit. My husband thinks this is funny. Jerk.
  3. Bladder control. I knew that I would pee a lot while I was pregnant, what I didn’t know is that it is extremely hard to control your bladder while being pregnant. You may have times where you have to change clothes (or take a shower or two) because of the lack of control of said bladder. This gets worse after you have your kid.
  4. Food cravings. Not every pregnant woman craves pickles and peanut butter. Some of us crave dipping beef jerky into vanilla ice cream (hey, when you crave salty and sweet foods, this works). Once a food craving is satisfied, it is absolutely amazing. True story.
  5. Rib cage. Babies do get stuck in rib cages. They also can twist your ribs so much that your OB may have to put them back in line. This is painful. It becomes painful to do anything. You may or may not have to twist around in some weird positions to get temporary relief.
  6. Hips. They are never the same. Can you say wide load ahead?
  7. Labor. It hurts. I don’t care what the doctors, nurses, and midwives say. It’s not just pressure.
  8. Epidural. If you get an epidural, it may not stop all of the pain you feel. In fact, it may just work on one side and not on the other, or it may even not work on the pelvic region like it should. Awesome, right?
  9. Bowel movements. You may or may not poop when you are pushing out your kid. It is actually a good thing if you poop while pushing, because it means that you are pushing correctly. This might be one of those things your husband blocks out of his memory.
  10. Birth canal. Your baby can twist and turn in the birth canal and get his cord wrapped around his neck a couple of times. This might result in having a vacuum assisted birth. Yes, those exist. It also may lead to a tear that takes an hour for the doctor to stop the bleeding.
  11. Bleeding. So much bleeding. It will go on for few weeks.
  12. Down there. Yeah, it’ll be swollen like a balloon. You will seriously think it will deflate if you poke it. True story.
  13. Pain medication. When I was at the hospital, they gave me a cooling spray and a foam thing to put in my undies. These two things were AWESOME, but they won’t last forever. Warm water does help ease it a bit. Good luck getting anything effective (vicodin) after birth, though. Remember, you have a little, tiny human being to take care of now.
  14. Bladder control part 2. Hehe, what bladder control?
  15. Lasting pain. It may hurt for several months after birth to have relations with your husband. This is apparently normal. However, you may have so much persisting pain because of some scar tissue. Scar tissue may require you to have some awkward physical therapy. They do indeed have physical therapy for that.
  16. Baby behavior. Remember that little peanut you grew in your belly, that you popped out, that peanut that you couldn’t believe the nurses trusted you to take care of all by yourself without them when they sent you home? Yeah, that baby may be colic. So much awesomeness.
  17. Exhaustion. While you are dealing with healing after giving birth, you now have a little one that you are in charge of for your entire life, or until he or she turns 18. You will be sleep deprived, short-tempered (your hormones are still off for a while after birth), and you are the owner of a body that looks entirely different from how it looked before getting pregnant.

Through all of the pains of growing a baby, having a baby, and taking care of a baby everything will be different. You won’t really get a good night’s sleep for a while, you have a little person that you have to take with you everywhere you go, and you always have to plan ahead for trips. No more spontaneous, “Hey, let’s go to California,” trips. Babies are very expensive, they are hard work, and you don’t have to act like everything is all perfect after he or she is born. If people ask me how pregnancy is and how it is to give birth, I won’t sugar-coat it. You feel miserable through both and you get not sympathy from anyone about all of the pain you are in. However, even though you feel awful a lot and just would like one night where you don’t have to worry about taking care of the baby, you wouldn’t change it for the world.


Ready or Not, Here He Comes


My son is a little over 8 and a half months old. He’s a little tall and chunky for his age, but he is also very strong. Not only can he crawl with a quickness like I’ve never seen (I have problems keeping up with him now-it’s like he’s by the patio door one second and the next he’s all the way across the living room and dining area into the kitchen…can you say Flash?), but he can also do chin-ups. That’s right. This somewhat-not-so-small baby can do chin-ups.

The traitor likes to pull up on the back of the couch and on the arm of the couch, but he will never pull himself up on the couch cushion. I am safe from that…for now. Whenever I eat supper on the coffee table, I sit indian-style on the couch and pull the table up against it to keep my son from grabbing my food. Even though this is very effective for my supper-eating-awesomeness-time , it is not good for my son’s head.

This little ball of constant energy still tries to get at me (or should I say MY FOOD) by crawling up to be against the couch and repeatedly knocking his head against the coffee table while trying to stand up. That’s right, he just keeps knocking his IQ points away. My husband once said that he had high hopes for him going to an Ivy League college, and since my son kept knocking his head on stuff (over and over and over again), he moved that down to a 4-year university, then community college, and now my husband’s saying he’s just going to wind up being in the army like him. Maybe I can salvage his IQ points by putting a baby-sized….or toddler-sized….football helmet on him. Do they even make those that small?

Right now, my son is holding onto walls and furniture and my leg to walk around our apartment. Everyone keeps telling me to prepare myself for when he starts walking. I don’t want to think about that right now. I really don’t. However, by the time Halloween gets here, he will probably be walking. Knowing how stubborn and determined my kid is, just like his daddy and me, he may even start walking before then. “Ready or not, Mom,” it seems like he tells me, “here I come!”

Attack of the Peeing Baby


My son hasn’t had an accident in a long time. Actually, I think he was about 2 months old when he last peed/pooped when a diaper wasn’t on his constantly growing body. Today, that sadly changed.

Everything was all awesome when I woke him up from his nap. I woke him up by tickling his feet and he had this huge smile on his face. We then just smiled back and forth. He was laughing. Everything was great.

I started to get his food together for lunch and realized that his diaper was full. I gave him his bottle while I changed him. Apparently, he wasn’t done peeing yet. AT ALL. My couch is thoroughly soaked. And here I am, about to scrub some more with dish soap, and upset at myself for forgetting carpet cleaner. Where are those peepee teepee’s at when you need them? Amber?

I sent my husband a message saying that all he needed to know was that he needed to pick up some carpet cleaner on the way home. He patiently reminded me that he left his card at home this morning. Drat. Yes, I just said drat. Another awesome thing is that I just recently told several people how I haven’t had a problem with him peeing on stuff. Eh, it serves me right.

Now, where’s my gask mask?

Koko’s Southern-Style Green Beans and Homemade Spaghetti with Garlic Bread


Today I am writing how to make my grandma’s (Koko) green beans and homemade spaghetti with garlic bread. I am such a foodie. I love food. It is very surprising that I’m not 500 pounds by now, probably because I know how to limit myself….sometimes. Anywhoo, let’s get started!

Koko’s Southern-Style Green Beans

Tools you’ll need:

Pot with a lid

Wooden cooking spoon or even just a fork


Green Beans-duh (I use a mixture of 1/2 a bag of frozen green beans and 2 cans of fresh-cut style green beans

Lard or Crisco vegetable shortening (yep, lard. I recently read an article on yahoo stating that lard is actually better than butter-go figure)

1 slice of bacon (doesn’t matter what kind)




I will be speaking to you in plain-speak now. You put the green beans in a little bit of water, add a spoonful or two of lard or Crisco vegetable shortening and a slice or two of bacon. Add however much salt and pepper y’all would like.  Have the temperature on medium low and just boil it all day and stir occasionally. The water will pretty much evaporate (add more if needed). This dish goes great with the fried chicken recipe I posted earlier. Enjoy! (Sorry, this is the only picture I had with the green beans on it.)


Homemade Spaghetti with Garlic Bread


Tools you’ll need:

Pot with lid

Pot without lid


Wooden spoon

Can opener


Pam olive oil cooking spray

Olive Oil

1/2 pound Spaghetti noodles

1 Large can of diced tomatoes

1 Regular sized can of tomato sauce

1 pound of Beef (optional)



Garlic Salt

Garlic powder

Onion powder


Italian herbs

Since the spaghetti will take longer than the sauce to cook, cook the spaghetti first. In the pot with a lid, add water and pour a little olive oil, salt, and garlic salt in it. Next, add the 1/2 pound of spaghetti (I normally break the spaghetti in half). Bring to a boil. The spaghetti is done when it’s tender. Drain in the strainer and add back to the pot. For the sauce, if you’re going to have it with meat, first brown the beef and season with salt, pepper, and garlic salt. Once the meat is done, add the tomato sauce and diced tomatoes, then stir. After that add a little more salt, pepper, and garlic salt, but also add a couple of shakes of garlic powder and onion powder. Then add a couple of tablespoons of sugar (more may need to be added, depending on your taste buds) and two pinches of Italian herbs. Whenever the contents of the sauce are hot and it tastes how you want it to taste, add it to the pot of spaghetti and mix it all together.


Garlic Bread:

Tools you’ll need:




Pam olive oil cooking spray


Garlic salt

1 Loaf of French bread

Pre-heat the oven to 350 degrees. Spray the cooking spray on the foil. Slice the bread into equal slices (doesn’t matter how big they are, it’s whatever portion size you would like) and spread butter on the bread. Add garlic salt. Put the bread into the oven whenever it’s done pre-heating and leave it in there until the edges of the bread start to brown. Set it off to the side to cool and then it’s done! Enjoy!

I hope you guys like the recipes! What variations do you have for these recipes?

Living with P.O.T.S.


Your heart is pounding. You can feel it with your hand. You can hear it in your head. Your whole world is going black. Then nothing. You have fainted all because you stood up. Life with P.O.T.S. is no easy task. Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome is an autonomic nervous system disorder that can pop up anywhere and at anytime. A car wreck could cause it, an infection could cause it, being pregnant could cause it, growing could cause it (teenagers), or (as is the case with me) you can have no known cause of why this happened to you. It can pop out of nowhere. Or it could start over a period of time and take decades for doctors to figure out that you have P.O.T.S. and still not even know what to do to help you (it took me moving to another state and finding a cardiologist experienced with this to get my medications settled).

Many people won’t believe you, I’ve even talked with someone before whose own spouse didn’t believe she had anything wrong. People will stop liking you, won’t believe you, think you’re faking it. I had someone I once worked for tell me that he thought I was psychosomatic (I wanted to be sick like that so badly that my body made it happen), yes, because I had so much knowledge of this before it happened and I want to feel like crap all the time. Not. Your own family could have problems believing you or accepting the fact that this may be around for your whole life and that there is no cure. Stuff happens. Several people can have a hard time believing in something that is somewhat rare and not well-known, at least in the U.S.A.

Some people with P.O.T.S. have low blood pressure, some have high blood pressure. You will most likely have a high heart rate (like 150bpm while just sitting down). You can have aches and pains with P.O.T.S. The common factor with people with P.O.T.S. is fainting or near fainting. You can have good days or bad days. You get tired more easily, and it is very hard to find friends that understand this. You can have difficulty even being in a car. Thankfully, I have an awesome husband and a few awesome friends that understand this and have helped me through it, especially my friend, Caitlin. She has picked me off the floor and taken me to the hospital more times than I can count (I have a slight tendency to hit my head on stuff when I pass out).

Thankfully, many people can manage their symptoms with the correct combinations of medicine, increasing salt intake, and drinking a lot of water. It may take a while to find how much you need to take of certain things and it could change over time. Even when you find a good medicine combination for you, it is still a daily battle. You have to plan ahead before you can go anywhere. Sadly, some are not so lucky. Some people, in combination with other health complications, pass away. Many of them very young women (P.O.T.S. seems to hit women more than men).

It isn’t easy to live with P.O.T.S., but you learn to live with it. You learn to accept it. What other choice do you have?

To better understand the energy level of someone with P.O.T.S. go here . For more information on P.O.T.S. ;

My Son, the Traitor


My enitre life I have heard that boys are attached to their moms. I have to admit, I was really looking forward to that when my little boy was born. Sadly, my son is a traitior. He likes everyone else more than me. The traitor was colic during the first four months of his life.

During the first four months, my husband was still deployed. He got to miss all of the awesome goodness from our son’s crying. My husband got to miss all of the late nights bouncing the traitor and carrying him around the apartment so he’ll sleep and driving at 4 A.M. for a couple of hours to get him to sleep. Lucky.

When my son was born, I wasn’t the first one to get to hold him like it was planned. Because there were some issues when he came out, one of the doctors took him to check him out. Once he was cleared, I still didn’t get to hold him (due to me having some issues as well). Nope, I didn’t. The first one to hold him besides the pediatrician was my husband. I was all like, “Dude, give me my baby. I want to hold him.” Since my husband held him first, and for a little while before I got him, our son wound up bonding with him.

Now, all of this would have been okay if my husband would have been able to stay and help me take care of him more than a week and a half, but he had to go back to Afghanistan. The day my husband left was the first day my little traitor started crying. A lot.

I know what babies do best is cry, but he cried ALL THE TIME. Day and night, night and day. Nothing would calm him down. Nothing except seeing my husband on Skype. Yep, as soon as he saw his daddy he was okay. This is when I first realized that I am indeed chopped liver.

It didn’t stop there, whenever I had friends over or if I went to visit friends, my son was perfectly fine. I remember one night talking on the phone to my friend, Jamie, and crying to her about the traitor not stopping his crying. She invited me over to her house so that I could get some sleep and she would take care of the little booger. As soon as I gave him to her, he was fine. FINE. Of course, whenever there was someone else around, he was okay.

To this day, whenever the traitor starts to cry and either daddy comes home or a friend comes over, or if I’m even with him at the grocery store, my son is the picture of a well-behaved, cute little boy. Of course. But as soon as he realizes I’m the only one around, and he gets bored, let the crying games begin.

This is all okay. I love my little boy and wouldn’t trade him for anything in the world. Besides, when he’s a teenager and he wonders why I like to embarass him so much in front of his friends or his girlfriends, I will refer him to my blog. He can read about how awesome a traitor he was when he was a little baby. Mommy will get her revenge. Mwahahahahaha!

Egg Drop Soup and Fried Chicken Recipes


Well, since I don’t have much time to write today (thanks to a certain little mess ball-no, not my baby, someone else…BABE) here are a couple of recipes for you guys!

Egg Drop Soup

Pot with Lid

Whisk (wooden spoon if you don’t have a whisk)

4 cups of water

4 chicken bullion cubes



Self-rising Flour (you can use starch, but I just use flour since I normally forget starch at the store)

2 large eggs

Bring the 4 cups of water to a boil, then add the bullion cubes and let them dissolve. Add salt and pepper. Next, add half of a 1/4 cup of flour and stir. Put the two eggs in a bowl and briefly whisk them. Slowly pour the eggs into the pot and stir while doing so. Let it simmer a few minutes, stirring once or twice, and it should be good. Enjoy!

Fried Chicken

Pot or pan deep enough to pour in canola oil

Cutting board

Decent knife


Self-rising or all-purpose flour

3 Boneless chicken breasts

Canola Oil





Red cayenne pepper

Garlic Salt

Garlic Powder

Onion Powder

Pour the oil to about halfway in the pot and put on a medium high setting. Next, rinse the chicken off with water and cut off any excess fat (if so desired). After the chicken is washed, cut into either strips or nugget-sized pieces. Add 3 eggs to a bowl that you would use for cereal, and then add some milk to it and stir. In a separate cereal bowl, add the flour. Mix in all of the spices to the flour and stir. Dip each chicken piece in the egg/milk mixture followed by evenly coating both sides of the chicken pieces in flour. Once you dip a chicken piece and coat it, put it in the hot oil. A good way to tell when it’s done is if the chicken is floating, and the breading is an orange-type color. (The best way to make sure it’s is to slice into the chicken to make sure the meat is white or get a meat thermometer.) Place on a plate with a few paper towels so that the oil can drip off and it should be done. Enjoy!

Do you have any variations of either or both of the recipes that you like?