Monday, February 28, 2011

Day 2: Write about the meaning behind your blog name

This one is easy, but not super interesting. I was so tired of TALKING about blogging instead of JUST DOING IT, that I didn’t necessarily spend a lot of time thinking of a catchy name or my blog’s “story” or whatever (shhhh, don’t tell Anna Viele). Stuff like that is what kept me from blogging for years.

Diniwilks is my name for our family. When Justin and I got married, I was a few days shy of turning 30. Thirty years with a last name you LOVE is a long time, not to mention the four years I spent making a name for myself at The Office. I kept my last name, which is Dini-something. Justin, Adriana, and Kid B are all Wilk-somethings. And, because we are dorks, it was decided that Leo, my cat since 2001, is a Dini, and Mohinder, Justin’s Valentine’s Day present to me in…2008(?) is a Wilk. I am forever referring to us collectively as the Diniwilks, and our house as la casa Diniwilk.

Oh and I pronounce it dee-knee-wilk, in case you were wondering. Dee-knee isn’t exactly how my last name sounds, but my guy friends from my 20’s called me Dini and it stuck. It *almost* doesn’t make me think of Deenie anymore, either (wiki doesn't mention creeping crud OR Deenie's special spot**, wtf).


**Updated to add that I am a lazy reader, and only read the plot summary. It's in the "reception" section. Also, I totally didn't know what a special spot was back when I read this book in like FIRST GRADE. I thought maybe somewhere on her leg? This has a lot to do with my blog name, yes?

Friday, February 25, 2011

Preggorexia

Ugh, what a week! Warning: the word barf is used way too many times in the following post. If you don’t want to hear about it, skip this one.

I am the third generation in my family to have especially hideous “morning” sickness, in that it lasts all day long, all pregnancy long. 9 months of barfing fun. In all fairness, after week 28 or so it was mostly back to being restricted to the mornings, and I think I had two (non consecutive) weeks where I didn’t barf at all, but still. Unusual amounts of nausea and vomiting.

There are upsides to this situation. For one, I have constant reassurance that I’m making HCG before I can feel the kiddo moving, so I don’t get overly paranoid that something is wrong with the pregnancy (despite Babycenter and What to Expect’s best efforts to convince me otherwise). I also lose a ridiculous amount of weight in the first trimester, resulting in me weighing LESS THAN I DID BEFORE PREGNANCY within a week of delivery. Being pregnant is actually the best diet I’ve ever been on, which makes me wonder if I’ll develop preggorexia and start popping kids out Duggar-style to get my ass down to a size 6. Then I remember OH YEAH, barfing SUCKS (hence Kid B being our last kid).

This pregnancy had actually been MUCH, MUCH better than the last. I threw up on a daily basis, but (mostly) not at night. Notice the use of the past tense in those sentences. Starting with Monday’s dinner, I kept 0% of my meals (and liquids, if I drank too much) down for three days straight, prompting me to call the doctor Thursday morning. They were worried about dehydration, so off to L&D triage I went. I weighed myself before going out the door, and I was 13 pounds less than my (overweight) pre-pregnacy weight. I am 16 weeks pregnant. All joking about preggorexia aside, I really am not okay with that, despite it being my body’s “normal” reaction to pregnancy.

OH and one thing I forgot to mention. I was in Columbus for a conference on Tuesday and Wednesday, so all of this was happening outside the comfort of my own home and around total strangers and tons of coworkers who I don’t know very well. Lovely.

Some pics, since I felt the need to document the event:

I hate when they put the IV in my hand.


The only food they would give me after my Zofran injection, which was frustrating, seeing as how I hadn’t eaten in 3 days.

My new mug, which almost makes it worth it. Pregnant ladies, STEAL THESE EVERY CHANCE YOU GET. Note the photo frame in the background, which not only has The Office’s name poorly edited out, but also has a pic of me making out with my husband. This is on my desk at work, because I am KLASSY.

I’m better(ish) now. Barfed up breakfast, kept down lunch. Am hydrated. Hopefully I will go back to normal this weekend, when I can just veg out and not have to deal with work/travel stress. Hope you all had a better week than I did!

Monday, February 21, 2011

Day 1: Post a recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself

I apologize in advance for the quality of the pics. We actually have a really nice camera, but my brother is borrowing it for school for the next few weeks. iPhone self portraits it is!
This is the first belly shot I’ve taken for Kid B – 16 weeks today (per the doctor). I thought I would take MORE pics this time around, but I find myself thinking that it’s too much effort to get the lighting right, and that it’s not really going to look any different than the pics I took with Adriana. I guess the whole “less pics of the youngest child” thing starts early around here.



















And here’s a pic of me, Adriana, and the shower curtain. I took the “recent” thing seriously, this was also taken this morning.



And now for the 15 “interesting” facts:

1) I have over one hundred bottles of nail polish
2) Oreos dipped in Reese’s peanut butter is my favorite snack EVER
3) I have rosacea, which is the only reason I wear any sort of makeup other than lip gloss or occasional eyeliner/mascara (I would LOVE to go makeup free but I’m SUPER RED)
4) I’m related to half of the band Devo
5) Music (listening to, not playing) used to be a huge part of my life, but I just don’t seem to make time for it anymore
6) I can twist my arm all the way around in a circle. It’s hard to explain, but it freaks people out when I bust it out as a party trick
7) Back in the bar-hopping days, I was quite the pool player
8) Justin and I refuse to give Time Warner Cable another penny, so we rely entirely on Netflix for entertainment purposes
9) I’m a med school dropout – the reasons were many but basically boiled down to a) wanting a family sooner rather than later, b) I HATED studying 24/7 and the feeling of having stuff hanging over my head all of the time, c) money, and d) coming to the realization that I’m pretty adaptable and could be happy enough doing any number of things
10) I work for the same company my dad did, in case you were wondering how you go directly from med school to a business-y type job
11) When I first met my husband, he was working as the security guard at my place of business (oh so cleverly referred to as “The Office” from here on out, lest The Man find my blog)
12) This pissed my dad off immensely, but he got over it
13) I’m an ENTP
14) I’m left handed, and will be kinda disappointed if this isn’t passed on to Adriana or Kid B
15) When I was pregnant with Adriana, I REALLY wanted a boy, since I knew we were having 2 kids and was okay with Boy / Boy or Boy / Girl but definitely not Girl / Girl; now I am really hoping Kid B is a girl (my how things change)

Hopefully these post okay, I am not having much luck with blogger this morning...

I'd love to hear some "interesting" facts about you ~ give me some comment love if you are so inclined!

Friday, February 18, 2011

30 Days of Blogging

I have seen the 30 Days of Blogging floating around for a while now, and thought it would be a fun, getting to know you type thing since I have less than 10 posts under my belt. I’m not planning on doing it for 30 days straight, and will still do normal posts in between, so who knows how long this will take.

I also wanted to pick and choose topics from some of the different versions, so numbers 1-9 are from
here, 10-21 are from here and 22-30 are from here.

Day 1: Post a recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself

Day 2: Write about the meaning behind your blog name
Day 3: Post a picture of you as a child
Day 4: Write about a habit that you wish you didn’t have
Day 5: Post a picture of somewhere you've been
Day 6: Write a bucket list of things you want to do before you die
Day 7: Your 5 favorite books and why
Day 8: Post a picture of you and your family
Day 9: What I would find in your bag
Day 10: Share your favorite recipe
Day 11: 10 things you can’t do anymore
Day 12: Post an old picture and some commentary
Day 13: Write about all of the items in your junk drawer
Day 14: Top 10 websites you use
Day 15: Top 10 products you use
Day 16: Post 3 pictures of yourself that you normally would NOT share
Day 17: Write about each of the places you've called "home"
Day 18: Write about your first trip abroad

Day 19: Write about your most embarrassing moment
Day 20: Write about your mother’s advice
Day 21: Write about a day in the life of your pet
Day 22: Your favorite movie

Day 23: Your favorite television program
Day 24: Post a photo that makes you happy
Day 25: Post a photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 26: Post a photo you took
Day 27: Post a photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 28: Write about an art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 29: Write about your day, in great detail
Day 30: What are your hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Updates

I can’t comment on certain blogs from work, my own included (NOT THAT I WOULD EVER DO THAT), so I am going to do some updates to past posts.

First – YAY, thanks for the comments! You guys are the best!

Regarding daycare…THANKFULLY, Adriana is doing the “pat, pat, pat” thing a little less. Catriona hit the nail on the head – the bigger problem is what they are feeding her and (not) giving her to drink.

When I first signed up for the daycare, one of the first things I noticed was that the menu was much less healthy than I would have expected. Not terrible, but there was a lot of stuff like chicken nuggets, fish sticks, pizza…stuff that I really don’t give her regularly at 16 months old. When I asked what a typical snack might be, they said “oh, maybe some cereal, like Cinnamon Toast Crunch”. I just honestly expected it to be more like what we give her to snack on – fresh fruit and veggies, cheese, crackers, yogurt, nutrigrain bars. I am not the healthiest person in the world, and I already admitted that I have been feeding the kiddo lots of Gerber dinners instead of home cooked meals with all natural ingredients. I’m just saying it’s not what I expected. I wrote in her forms that I’d prefer for her to not ever have syrup added to her pancakes and waffles, and that I’d want regular cheerios substituted for sugary cereals. I thought we were on the same page, until I dropped her off one morning and the teacher tore open one of those gas station snack packs of POWDERED DONUTS. I made them take it back and give her cheerios. Not two days later, they gave her a pop tart. Sigh.

The thing that REALLY PISSES ME OFF is the lack of fluids. You guys, she comes home SO THIRSTY. Yesterday she downed a 12 oz sippy of juice/water as soon as she got into the car. Without stopping. She NEVER does this at home. I have talked to both of her teachers about this, and I always get responses like “oh, she had 2 cups of water with her snack, I just didn’t write it down.” LIARS. I really, truly should talk to the manager about it, but I keep feeling like if I’m THAT MOM they aren’t going to be as nice to Adriana. Which is stupid, I know. I absolutely would have had this talk if she was going to be there longer than one more week. My parents can’t come back soon enough.

Moving on, before I stab someone.

Regarding the due date…I have decided that I will “wait and see”. I will casually mention that I still don’t think the date is right whenever the kid measures small or whatever, and then I will do whatever I have to do if and when it gets to the point that they want to induce me and I don’t think Kid B’s done cookin. No sense getting worked up about it now.

Regarding all-day sickness / lack of stuff getting done around the house…I am feeling a bit better, and I have the best husband ever. He really is picking up the slack on stuff like groceries and dishes, which helps immensely.

Regarding my lickopotamus, she licked the wall twice and we immediately redirected her. Not as bad as I feared, but still.

That’s all for now – if I left you hanging on anything or have random questions for me, let me know!

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Lickopotamus

Justin and I are taking Adriana to Tiny Tots tonight (basically a little gym class for 12-36 month olds, kind of like Gymboree but significantly cheaper since it’s a class through our fitness center). I LOVE this class more than anything. It is so much fun to watch Adriana get super excited, running around, chasing balls, climbing on the mats, banging on pots and pans*, and interacting with the other kids.

I’m a little apprehensive, since last time Adriana started exhibiting behavior that’s going to rocket her to “class weirdo” status if it keeps up. Out of nowhere, she started licking her kickball. I said “yucky!” and took it away. She grabbed another one, shouted “yucky!” and licked it. Then she ran over to the (gross, dirty) wall, and licked that. Then the basketball hoop. And the tumbling mats. Finally, I caught up with her, picked her up, and said “Adriana! No licking! Yucky!” and she LICKED MY FACE.

Adriana is in this stage where “being bad” is HYSTERICAL. This includes hitting me, knocking stuff over, and, apparently, licking. I say it’s a stage, but I can still remember her sneaky little grin right before she’d bite my nipple as an 8 month old. Even back then, she KNEW she was about to do something bad, and it was FUNNY. I’d yell “ow!” and she’d LAUGH AT ME. Such a little stinker.

Hopefully she forgets about the licking tonight, because I’m really not sure how to handle this if it’s her new thing. The more I react, the more she’s going to want to lick stuff. And that’s just nasty.


The first offense:

* They have a station with coffee tins, wooden spoons, sponges, musical instruments, pom poms, and a whole bunch of assorted crap I can only assume has been donated or scavenged from the trash. I don’t know what the deal is either, but the kiddos love it.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Fun with Pregnancy Math

I had my third prenatal appointment for Kid B yesterday. The practice I go to requires the first visit to be with a midwife, and the second was the ultrasound to confirm the due date. This was the first visit with the doctor who will deliver Kid B.

I went into my first appointment on January 14 thinking I was 9 weeks pregnant. My last period was November 12, which lined up with a conception date of November 26. I had a clear memory of Thanksgiving weekend nookie, so I was confident about the date. I joked with the midwife about if I should act less confident in order to get an early ultrasound, and she reassured me that it’s standard practice (somehow they figured out a way to make the insurance pay for it – no complaints here).

I had the ultrasound a week later, right at my 10 week mark. Imagine my surprise when Kid B measured 11 weeks 4 days. The tech explained that if it’s off by more than a week or so, they readjust the due date. I went from being due August 19 to August 8 in a matter of seconds. My first thought was “YAY, now I get my 20 week ultrasound that much sooner and can GO SHOPPING!!!” However, that quickly turned into some serious doubts…I was POSITIVE that my cycle is super regular, and that due to the…um…lack of activity in the bedroom that month (partly because Justin was out of town on an install for a week, partly because we are old and boring), my conception date was also accurate. One of my ONLY regrets around Adriana’s birth was that I was given Pitocin, so I can’t claim a 100% natural birth. If the doctor thinks I’m due August 8, and Kid B is really due August 19 and doesn’t come early, they will want to induce me!

My primary concern going into yesterday’s appointment was to get the due date straightened out. However, I was pretty much instantly smacked down. The doctor gave me the same spiel I was expecting about how the early ultrasound is the best predictor of due date and yadda yadda. Pretty funny, since, you know, you’d think DATE OF CONCEPTION is the best predictor. I tried to tell her that unless this baby was immaculately conceived, I did not ovulate and become pregnant ELEVEN DAYS early. She was having none of it, so August 8 it is.

On the plus side, I got to hear the heartbeat for the first time! I was able to make a recording for Justin too, since he wasn’t able to make it due to a major miscommunication. The Doppler didn’t tell us the heart rate, but Justin counted 164 bpm from the recording (compared to 166 at the ultrasound). How awesome is it that I got to hear the heartbeat on Valentine’s day?!

I’m back!

Did you miss me, my three fabulous readers? I have had an especially sucktastic week in the land of pregnancy, which has made all “extracurriculars” like blogging, cooking dinner, doing laundry or any other act that could be construed as housework come to a screeching halt. So much for my twice a week blogging goal.

I lie on the couch, barf, eat, and sleep. I force myself to show up at work and complete the minimum required work. I try really hard to devote any energy to playing with Adriana, but she is beginning to shift from being all about mama to a daddy’s girl. I love seeing them together, but, let’s be honest, what parent doesn’t secretly love being the favorite? Sigh.

Like my mom and my grandma, I am one of those rare people who gets sick all nine months of pregnancy. This pregnancy has been pretty different from the last one, so I thought I would escape the bouts of hyperemesis and the resulting blah feeling afterwards. With Adriana, I was getting sick (at least) 3 times a day from the week I found out I was pregnant, and it didn’t slow down to just “morning sickness” until about week 24. This time, it took until week 14 before I was regularly getting sick at night, and I haven’t had reflux, which has been pretty nice. Still, it’s not exactly a walk in the park. And I am absolutely exhausted. I miss being able to just be pregnant and not have to worry about taking care of a kid at the same time. I worry so much about Adriana…I know that it’s not logical to think that she will remember that mama slept all of the time and only fed her Gerber dinners for 9 months, but it still breaks my heart. And, uhhh…do you think the Gerber thing is really, really bad? Or just kinda bad?

I’m hoping that this week is the result of a particularly bad business trip to New Jersey last week. Both nights I was up until after 1 am, which well beyond my normal 8pm pregnant bedtime (or my non-pregnant whopping 9:30 pm bedtime). Maybe as I’m catching up on sleep I’ll start to feel better again? In the meantime, I will be enjoying my morning phenergan/rolaid/prenatal cocktail and keeping my fingers crossed that I can keep it down long enough for it to work. YUM.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Pat, Pat, Pat!

The whole working vs. staying at home topic has been weighing on my mind lately because Adriana is in daycare this month. I am CRAZY LUCKY in that I have the best parents ever, and they watch Adriana 4 days a week (we pay another family member to watch her the 5th day). However, they decided to migrate to Florida for 5 weeks (who can blame them, Ohio is awful in the winter). Adriana’s other babysitter decided late in the game that she didn’t want to watch her, and we were left scrambling for a spot in a daycare. Only one of the many nearby daycares had an opening, and it’s not necessarily the one I would have chosen if all of the options were available. Sigh.

One of the hardest things for me is giving up control of any situation, much less the care of my child. Even when my parents first started watching Adriana, I would constantly cringe because they weren’t doing things MY way. I’d like to think I’m a little better about this now that she’s not a tiny newborn anymore, but it’s still hard. She comes home super thirsty after daycare, and it kills me that no matter how many time I tell them that she needs more to drink, I can’t MAKE IT HAPPEN. She is still getting used to napping on their schedule instead of hers, and it kills me that they keep her up longer when she’s rubbing her eyes and asking to go “na na”. Not to mention that their crazy lunch schedule (10:30 am – WTF????) has her starving by the time I pick her up. She chants “eat, eat, eat” the whole way home, signing frantically with her chubby little fingers.

Obviously I just need to trust that the people who take care of her will listen to my instructions and pay a little closer attention to her needs, but by the time we build that trust, it will be time for her to go back to Grandma and Grandpa’s.

I knew going into the daycare situation that I’d have the control issue, but an unexpected side effect has been the feeling that I am being judged. I keep wondering if they notice if Adriana skips a bath that day, or has boogies, or is wearing a shirt that’s a bit too snug. She also has this one REALLY EMBARRASSING habit that has to leave the daycare teachers clucking in disapproval.

A few months ago, Adriana got this evil virus that resulted in barfing and the nastiest diarrhea I have ever seen in my life. She got really bad diaper rash, to the point that she’d sob and sob when it was time to change her diaper, even if it was just wet. The only thing that calmed her down was when I told her I wasn’t going to wipe, I’d just “pat, pat, pat”. This stuck in her little toddler brain, and now, EVERY SINGLE DIAPER CHANGE, she slaps her lady bits and says “pat, pat, pat”. I have NO IDEA how to get her to stop doing this. Most of the time, I firmly say “no touch” and move her hand.

Can you imagine what they must be thinking when they change her? Should I say something to them, or just ignore the situation and let them think whatever they want? So, so, so embarrassing.

On Working

There are a lot of things I never really thought through when planning my career and my life. I entered college without having the first clue of what I wanted to be when I grew up, and consequently ended up double majoring in what I (thought I) wanted to do (at the time) and what my parents wanted me to do. I came up with some convoluted plan of how to make these two careers fit, because I am a middle child and want to please everyone. I had to go to more school first, then more school after that. Then I realized I had no idea what I *really* wanted to do, so I dropped out and started working in an office. By that time I was 26 years old. I had no idea that I would find said office job tolerable enough to keep doing it for the rest of my life, but I did (and got yet another degree since my job was in a completely different field than my first 3 degrees). Clearly, I am not good at planning.

I approached being a parent in the same half-assed manner. I met my husband shortly after I started working at The Office. We got engaged in October of 2008, and I got knocked up in January of 2009 (which resulted in changing about 9 million wedding plans, FUN). It’s not that I don’t understand how people get pregnant; I am very (over)educated in the sciences. We were at a place in our lives where if we got pregnant as a result of lax birth control policies, cool, if not, cool. Kid B arrived in my belly in much the same fashion.

Since we didn’t really plan to be parents in the same way that normal people plan for major life events, we didn’t necessarily have a lot of choice when it came to the type of parents we wanted to be. I owe approximately a small house in student loans, so I absolutely HAVE to be a working mom. I also make more money than the hubs, so if either of us ever could quit and stay at home, it would only work financially if it was Justin. And, to be honest, back when I should have been planning out the life I wanted, I had NO IDEA that I would have even WANTED to be a stay at home mom. I always had it drilled into my head to go to school and get a job, but no one ever pushed me to get married and have kids. I also only had about 3 months of married life before becoming a parent, so there wasn’t a lot of time to adjust and to think about what I wanted.

That being said, I really do love the life I have. Sure, if I could hit a magical do over button, I’d have a totally different career and a lot less debt. Maybe in that alternate life I would have married someone who made enough money that I could stay at home. But there is no do over button, and I love my husband and daughter and Kid B more than anything. Even though I always pictured myself in scrubs at a hospital instead of in business casual at a cube, I enjoy my job. I’m not so passionate about it that I’d stay if I won the lottery or anything, but it works. Justin and I have built a nice life for our family, despite the lack of planning.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Hiya!

Let’s start out with a dorky little secret - I have been composing blog posts in my head since 2007. I read about 9 million blogs – Swistle, Sundry, Jonniker, Lawyerish, and Not that you asked, to name a few favorites. I always intended to start one of my own, but never seemed to have the time. I also have the bad habit of writing a few posts and then deleting them after I decide that I hate everything I write. I have decided that 2011 is officially the year that I will actually let these posts live on the internets instead of in my head. It’s a good year to start because a) I am no longer in graduate school, b) I no longer have a newborn (my beautiful daughter, Adriana, is now 15 1/2 months), and c) I have a BRAND NEW pregnancy to obsess about (I’ll be 12 weeks on Friday, or 14 weeks on Monday, depending on who you ask). I really, truly hope that I keep up with blogging this time around because I think it would be a lot of fun to look back on our lives later on.

My blogging goals for this year are to:
1) Post at least twice a week
2) Learn how to do html tricks so as to not look like a total clueless dork
3) Have my artistically talented little brother make me a pretty masthead
4) Learn how to use my fancy camera instead of always shooting in manual mode

Thanks for reading!