I can't believe I've already been blogging for TWO months (as of last Saturday, June 8). I would have written this tribute to myself earlier, but the baby news has kind of taken priority.
In TWO months, I have gotten on the Top 100 Housewife Blogs (I'm #62); bought the group gift and drop shipped a palette of baby merchandise to Amelia; lived through Amelia's surrogate's labor and delivery story; have started helping another friend plan her second wedding; survived another successful year of "Peanut Butter and Jealous"; have started/grown my blog's Pinterest boards + pins (and have been re-pinned); imparted A LOT of wisdom from my own experiences/high end tastes; and the list goes on.
Thank you for reading, believing in ME and focusing ON ME!
Monday, June 10, 2019
Sunday, June 9, 2019
Hospital Visit
The past few days have been emotionally exhausting for me with the arrival of Amelia's daughter. What a surreal experience for Amelia to now have to think of someone other than herself. I honestly don't know how that is even possible.
Anyway, as I was getting ready to go paddle boarding on Sunday morning with my instructor, I got a text from the new mother:
NEW MOM: "Hey! Are you up?"
ME: "Yes. I'm about to get in the ocean. Why?"
NEW MOM: "Do you want to come to the hospital?"
ME: "What?! Are you serious?"
NEW MOM: "Don't get in that fish toilet. Go home, take a shower, do a quick cleanse and detox, get a flu shot (if you're not current), and wash your hands 20 times before you come in clean clothes."
ME: "OK."
NEW MOM: "P.S.- My night nurse doesn't start until after we get home, so I'm super tired and witchy today from being up all night. #NeedaDietCoke
Visiting hours were almost over by the time I got everything done on Amelia's mandatory visitor's check list. I finally walked into the room and then had to wash my hands for the 21st time. After, I sat down in a germ-infested hospital chair. Two seconds later, I was holding THE TINIEST human being I had ever seen.
Honestly, I've never thought new babies were pretty. Everyone says "beautiful" to be nice, but think about it. Traveling through the birth canal is basically traveling to hell and back except they are coming from heaven. Personally, I'm glad I have blocked that experience from my memory. Babies are always so cranky and covered in white stuff and blood right after birth (I've been told). So I pictured I would be holding a screaming, bloody baby with white stuff all over it still. That's why I was reluctant to wear clean, high end clothes.
But NO. This baby was clean, swaddled up, had a gigantic bow on her head, asleep and peaceful. Huh. I was NOT expecting that.
Anyway, as I was getting ready to go paddle boarding on Sunday morning with my instructor, I got a text from the new mother:
NEW MOM: "Hey! Are you up?"
ME: "Yes. I'm about to get in the ocean. Why?"
NEW MOM: "Do you want to come to the hospital?"
ME: "What?! Are you serious?"
NEW MOM: "Don't get in that fish toilet. Go home, take a shower, do a quick cleanse and detox, get a flu shot (if you're not current), and wash your hands 20 times before you come in clean clothes."
ME: "OK."
NEW MOM: "P.S.- My night nurse doesn't start until after we get home, so I'm super tired and witchy today from being up all night. #NeedaDietCoke
Visiting hours were almost over by the time I got everything done on Amelia's mandatory visitor's check list. I finally walked into the room and then had to wash my hands for the 21st time. After, I sat down in a germ-infested hospital chair. Two seconds later, I was holding THE TINIEST human being I had ever seen.
Honestly, I've never thought new babies were pretty. Everyone says "beautiful" to be nice, but think about it. Traveling through the birth canal is basically traveling to hell and back except they are coming from heaven. Personally, I'm glad I have blocked that experience from my memory. Babies are always so cranky and covered in white stuff and blood right after birth (I've been told). So I pictured I would be holding a screaming, bloody baby with white stuff all over it still. That's why I was reluctant to wear clean, high end clothes.
But NO. This baby was clean, swaddled up, had a gigantic bow on her head, asleep and peaceful. Huh. I was NOT expecting that.
Saturday, June 8, 2019
It's a BABY GIRL!
It's a BABY GIRL! Amelia's surrogate delivered a healthy, beautiful baby GIRL! (They knew the gender ahead of time, but didn't tell anyone to leave people on the edge of their seats.)
I am SO, SO, SO, SO HAPPY it's a girl because that means I can now officially buy all of the super cute baby girl clothes I've been eyeing these past six months at Janie and Jack. Every baby deserves high end clothing from the start. They shouldn't be punished for not being able to control their bodily fluids thus being forced to wear anything of lesser quality OR heaven forbid, hand-me-downs.
Honestly, if Amelia had had a boy, I wouldn't have bought anything. Boy baby clothes aren't nearly as cute. Lucky for her, I've already scheduled a drop shipment of all super high end and necessary baby products. I've heard a really nice wipe warmer is a MUST. The palette delivery will arrive the day they get discharged from the hospital.
I heard the professional hospital baby pictures went smoothly. Amelia has already decided on a soy regimen for the baby as she will NOT be sacrificing her body even for nursing. She's being really conscientious and does not want to make her husband disappointed in her gaining any baby weight (which I think is really admirable).
[P.S. - Speaking of her husband, he asked me to not put his child's info or stats on the web. I can respect that. HOWEVER can't anyone just go look up that info in a County office a few weeks from now? What's the big deal? It's called a PUBLIC RECORD.]
If you ever need a quick pick-me-up to FEEL BETTER, binge order baby girl clothes online. You'll end up giving them to someone down the line. It feels soooo good!
I am SO, SO, SO, SO HAPPY it's a girl because that means I can now officially buy all of the super cute baby girl clothes I've been eyeing these past six months at Janie and Jack. Every baby deserves high end clothing from the start. They shouldn't be punished for not being able to control their bodily fluids thus being forced to wear anything of lesser quality OR heaven forbid, hand-me-downs.
Honestly, if Amelia had had a boy, I wouldn't have bought anything. Boy baby clothes aren't nearly as cute. Lucky for her, I've already scheduled a drop shipment of all super high end and necessary baby products. I've heard a really nice wipe warmer is a MUST. The palette delivery will arrive the day they get discharged from the hospital.
I heard the professional hospital baby pictures went smoothly. Amelia has already decided on a soy regimen for the baby as she will NOT be sacrificing her body even for nursing. She's being really conscientious and does not want to make her husband disappointed in her gaining any baby weight (which I think is really admirable).
[P.S. - Speaking of her husband, he asked me to not put his child's info or stats on the web. I can respect that. HOWEVER can't anyone just go look up that info in a County office a few weeks from now? What's the big deal? It's called a PUBLIC RECORD.]
If you ever need a quick pick-me-up to FEEL BETTER, binge order baby girl clothes online. You'll end up giving them to someone down the line. It feels soooo good!
Friday, June 7, 2019
Mason Jars
Whoa. I just realized it's already Friday and I haven't provided any encouragement on how to FEEL BETTER all week. I'm sorry! I've just been SO BUSY and SO consumed with myself and writing about how I met my hubs, my friend going into labor (update soon), firing my shrink and getting on that Top 100 Housewife Blogs list (I'm #62). It's been a crazy week.
Anyway, I've been helping another friend pick out flowers for her upcoming second wedding. I think I might SCREAM if I see another mason jar. Those are soooo overdone. There comes a time on everyone's Pinterest pages when you just need to MOVE ON from the wedding trends of 2008-2012. You know me and you know much I love that website, but I feel VERY strongly about this. So strongly, in fact, that I created this new board on my Pinterest that I'll be adding more to over time: Overdone Wedding Ideas
Anyway, I've been helping another friend pick out flowers for her upcoming second wedding. I think I might SCREAM if I see another mason jar. Those are soooo overdone. There comes a time on everyone's Pinterest pages when you just need to MOVE ON from the wedding trends of 2008-2012. You know me and you know much I love that website, but I feel VERY strongly about this. So strongly, in fact, that I created this new board on my Pinterest that I'll be adding more to over time: Overdone Wedding Ideas
Thursday, June 6, 2019
Stork Delivery?!
Amelia woke me up this morning at 5:15 a.m. calling me frantically saying she felt like she was going into labor. What that translates to is she felt like her SURROGATE might be going into labor. Why? She told me, "I peed my pants when I got up this morning for my 20-mile run. That's never happened to me before. I think the baby is coming."
So I told her to hang up with ME and call the girl carrying her child. The girl didn't pick up. Amelia called me back all panicky again. I told her to calm down, trust her soon-to-be mother's intuition and just show up on her doorstep, demanding she grab the Louis Vuitton hospital bag that Amelia gave/packed for her, and take her straight to the hospital -- NO stopping at Starbucks.
[NOTE: I've never had a baby, but that's what I've heard other friends have done with their surrogates.]
Amelia jumped in her Rover (after her on-call hair stylist and makeup artist did her full hair and makeup for professional hospital baby pics -- they finished around 11:00 a.m.), picked up her surrogate and headed in the direction of the nicest hospital in all of OC. Her surrogate kept telling Amel she felt just fine and to take her home.
Well, my friend went AGAINST my counsel and thought maybe if the prego lady really was feeling fine, she'd stop and get her first latte of the day at her preferred 'bucks. She ordered her surrogy a water cup. As they pulled through the drive-thru and Amelia handed her impregnated passenger the water while still looking at the drive-thru attendant. Right then, she heard a gush of water. She turned to see if she had dropped the cup, but really the girl's water had broken!!! Never mind all the gross amniotic fluid now all over those leather seats, Amelia and I BOTH knew the baby was coming. And I haven't even been to my psychic in a while! (She used to rub off on me when I went.) Isn't that so amazing?!
They rushed to the hospital right after that. I can't wait to be an Auntie!
So I told her to hang up with ME and call the girl carrying her child. The girl didn't pick up. Amelia called me back all panicky again. I told her to calm down, trust her soon-to-be mother's intuition and just show up on her doorstep, demanding she grab the Louis Vuitton hospital bag that Amelia gave/packed for her, and take her straight to the hospital -- NO stopping at Starbucks.
[NOTE: I've never had a baby, but that's what I've heard other friends have done with their surrogates.]
Amelia jumped in her Rover (after her on-call hair stylist and makeup artist did her full hair and makeup for professional hospital baby pics -- they finished around 11:00 a.m.), picked up her surrogate and headed in the direction of the nicest hospital in all of OC. Her surrogate kept telling Amel she felt just fine and to take her home.
Well, my friend went AGAINST my counsel and thought maybe if the prego lady really was feeling fine, she'd stop and get her first latte of the day at her preferred 'bucks. She ordered her surrogy a water cup. As they pulled through the drive-thru and Amelia handed her impregnated passenger the water while still looking at the drive-thru attendant. Right then, she heard a gush of water. She turned to see if she had dropped the cup, but really the girl's water had broken!!! Never mind all the gross amniotic fluid now all over those leather seats, Amelia and I BOTH knew the baby was coming. And I haven't even been to my psychic in a while! (She used to rub off on me when I went.) Isn't that so amazing?!
They rushed to the hospital right after that. I can't wait to be an Auntie!
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