Friday, March 28, 2014

Sunny With A Chance Of Crazy People

Parent judgment runs rampant I swear. When I was pregnant I got loads of "you need to do _______" and "You should be doing ______". Now with Finn here it's this and LOADS of judgment about any and every little thing we do or do not do.

"You're vegan?! That can't be good for him or you breastfeeding"
"You're not going to make him be vegan too are you?"
"You should use formula to supplement"
"You should co-sleep"
"You should not co-sleep and he should be on a sleep schedule"
"You need to use lanolin"
"You should vaccinate as the Pediatrics society schedule exactly"
"You should vaccinate on an alternative schedule to avoid all the mercury in the shots"
"How can you say you're vegan but breastfeed?"
"Why aren't you using pacifiers?!"
"Are you going to teach him sign language?"
"You should only cloth diaper"
"Cloth diapers are stupid"

On and on and on until I want to punch people. WHY ARE WE JUDGING EACH OTHER SO RIDICULOUSLY ABOUT PARENTING? Listen, call me crazy, but I think the majority of parents are doing their damnedest to do the very best for their kids. Everyone is going to parent differently, make different parenting choices, have different things that work well for their kid but not another person's kid so quit judging their decisions. We're all doing our best!

I'm vegan, you're not. Great. I'm not judging you, don't judge me. You want your kid to drink cow's milk, I don't. Great. No judgment. You use disposable diapers, I use cloth. Great. You use a pacifier, I don't. Great. You want your kid to be a specific religion, I don't care. Great. Your kid hated swings, mine loves it. You used an Ergo, I have a Becco. You used separate car seats and stroller, I have a travel system. GREAT! And may I add, who cares. What works for you and your kid, works for you and your kiddo. It may not for me or mine. Can't we all just say things like "Hey this works for me, maybe it'll work for you" or "My little one seemed to really respond to ______, maybe give that a shot". This is a great way to help (if asked) without making another parent feel like you're telling them they're doing it wrong.

I just feel like as parents we're all so worried we're screwing it up anyway and we all feel like we have no clue what the fuck we're doing so we all just do the best we can. I know I personally feel that way and so I research the shit out of everything and then go with what my gut (& of course the husband's gut) tells me. I do what I feel is right after researching and educating myself as much as possible. I ulcerate over even the most minor of decisions so when someone tells me I "have to" or "should" or "need" to do something it usually just makes me internally say things like "I'm not an idiot", "I am going to do what I feel is best", "shut up", "do you think I haven't thought about this or researched this extensively", "my son HATES that", or sometimes "fuck off".

I know I try really hard not to judge others' decisions and choices in life in general and as a new parent I really am not judging anyone's choices (unless you harm your child on purpose and then I judge you an awful lot because that is fucked up) because I feel like mine are so painstakingly wrought over I figure so is everyone's parenting choices. Let's all just support each other a bit more, eh? I mean none of us are perfect so none of us can be the perfect parent, so why not help each other out to be the best parents we can be? Call me crazy but I think that may be the best way to help our kids reach their fullest potential and help them to see that we can all get along even if we're different.

Take care dear chickens. Know I support you!

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Sunny With A Chance of Baby Obsession!

Alright, I confess, I'm obsessed with my son. I'm back to work from 9am-2pm but the rest of the time is spent loving up on Finny. Don't get me wrong, we have MAJOR frustrations on the regular but I cannot stop loving up on this kiddo. He is too delicious for words. My folks came out from MI and they too are now obsessed with him. He's so sweet and cute and curious and smart and, well, just delicious.

 I mean, how cute is he? He is a giant of curse. At his one month check up he was already 12lbs. 8oz. and 24.25"! Such a tall guy. I love him like crazy. He is in a growth spurt again too because he wants to feed all the time and my poor boobs are killing me from it. I am really glad to be exclusively breastfeeding but they do not tell you how sensitive your boobs become and how everything from a cold breeze to a speed bump can KILL them. Oof. And sleep is crazy right now. He won't go to sleep until 1 or 2 am then gives me a good 2-5 hours, then feeds, then sleeps for 2 hours, then feeds, the sleeps and this cycle happens all day until about 5pm and then he's up for the day until the wee hours. Now that I'm back to work that makes for a sleepy mama. It's much better though now that he can sleep for a 5 hour stretch. I was going insane those first few weeks. That is why having my folks here was extra amazing. Not only did they meet Finn but they helped and let me eat a full meal and take naps. It was heaven.

We also went up to Santa Barbara with my folks which was gorgeous and such a lovely time. We're trying to convince them to move up there so we can visit all the time! It would be perfect and then Finny could see them regularly.

I mean how gorgeous is that for the end of February/beginning of March?! And it was 70s the whole time. My parents were pretty happy to get out of the polar vortex into the sunshine and warm weather.

That's my quickie update for now. Finn is perfect and I love him. Hope all is well with you dear chickens!


Saturday, February 22, 2014

Mostly Sunny With A Chance of Exhausted Crazy Mama

Holy crap being a new mom is frigging HARD. Like really hard. They tell you it's the toughest job you'll ever have but what they don't tell you is that you'll be up all night with a cluster-feeding baby who is super fussy and doesn't get full and you have a cracked nipple from the very first feed where he bit you. That you won't sleep more than 15 minutes at a time and that most nights you get a total of 2-3 hours and that your husband who cannot function without sleep will sleep through most of it driving you crazy with irrational anger towards him. Don't get me wrong Joe is amazing, changing the baby all the time and doing everything around the house because P.S. if you push a 12lb. baby out you cannot walk or move properly even at 2 weeks postpartum. You will have days where you're so tired and you fight with your husband who is also tired and the baby won't stop nursing and you cry a lot. You feel like you hate your baby even though you love your baby. You feel like the worst mom ever. You feel so crappy like you were bubblegum scraped off the bottom of someone's shoe. You haven't showered in forever, you smell, your hair is in the frizziest 'fro like state you've ever seen it in, you've been wearing the same pajamas for forever, and you are still not always able to control your bladder leading to the occasional pee your pants episode so you've given in and just started wearing the lady version of depends. Breastfeeding your kiddo leaves you exhausted and sore and drained. It feels like your baby is literally draining you of everything, your energy, your nutrients, your life-force. You'll get light-headed because you've not eaten enough. You drink water like you're traveling the Sahara on foot. You get moments where you need to eat NOW and I mean now or you and someone else will die. You'll get 2 nights where your little one sleeps in 3 hour spans and it is heaven and you feel like you've made it only to then get a night where you a literally awake all but 35 minutes of the night and those 35 minutes were broken up into 3 tiny naps and you feel like you've sunk into the 9th circle of hell.

And then. And then your little nugget falls asleep on your chest after a good feed, cooing, and snuggling you, and you look down at him and cry because he is so damned perfect and precious and you did that and you are feeding him from your own body and you are giving him your everything and it all seems worth it. Your exhaustion, your irrational hate-fire, your crying jags, your feeling like a crazy smelly chewed up wad of gum on the bottom of a shoe is all worth it for this little moment of amazing. Then you think this, this is what being a parent is about. And every parent deserves a goddamn medal and a 3 week spa retreat in fucking Hawaii. This shit is so hard. Seriously, SO HARD. It is also so worth it. All of it. And I know I'm crazy and exhausted and hungry and sore in my hips and boobs and angry and so tired, but, but I am also so full of love and gratitude and peace and grace about this all.

To those who have stopped by to help us out, with a meal, or a visit where you held little Finn so I could go to the bathroom, or sent us some take-out, or given us items from our registry-THANK YOU. You have no idea how much it means to us. For those who had said you would help us out when little man came, please come by. We need your help. We're tired, we're crazy, we're hungry, we're broke and I am not too proud to say it. It takes a village and we need our tribe near us now for our own sanity. Parenting is hard man. Friends make it easier. I honestly cannot wait until my folks get here next week, it will be amazing to see them and to take a nap while grandma and grandpa watch Finny. Oh nap, I cannot wait to be all up in you...

Fellow parents, I have a new found respect and awe for you. Single parents, you are AMAZING to me. Seriously. I am in awe of you parents. Straight up in awe. This is the hardest thing I've done so far, the most worthwhile and the hardest. Now I'm off to feed my little man more boob juice. I got a whole 30 minutes to write this up so I'll call that a win. :)

Update as of 11:20pm on 2/22-I did not sleep all night or day. Finn spent the entire time on my boobs or fussing or screaming in hanger. We went to the pump station to see and LC for help at my most desperate today after crying for an hour. She's not available until Monday. I watched Youtube videos to try to help us, I read website after website, I went on the mommy forums I'm part of on Facebook for more helpful hints. Little man would not be satisfied today. He finally fell asleep for an hour and a half at 5pm. I slept an hour. He's been nursing now and sleeping for about 1-2 hours since thank god. Today was a TOUGH day. Breastfeeding mamas-you are all goddesses. Know that. This shit is HARD.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Sunny With A Chance of A Son!

Joe and I celebrated 8 years together yesterday. EIGHT. We didn't do anything special, just wished each other a happy anniversary multiple times throughout the day and smooched a bunch but it feels pretty momentous. Eight years ago at that fateful No Pants Party we became a couple. I'm so grateful to have found him. He's my best friend, my husband, the father to our pups and now son. I love that man so much.

Holy shit I have a son! AHHHH! I gave birth on 2/5/14 after waiting FOREVER for this stubborn little boy to make his debut. He finally joined the world and we could not be more in love with him.

The birth story, oof, get ready...

 Monday (2/3/14) I woke up at 8AM and went to the bathroom and when I wiped it had the pink snotty look. I called my mom to verify it was my mucus plug, she said it sounded like it, then I started having some contractions so we both got excited. I hung up with her and jumped in the shower and then went to my OB appointment at 10. I told them about losing my plug and the contractions, when the OB came in she wanted to check me. I was at 80% effaced and 1cm dilated. So we did the fetal heart monitoring and checked my fluids on ultrasound and little boy looked good. She said to go home and labor there as she thought he might come that night or Tuesday morning. So Joe and I got really excited and went home. I called work to let them know I was in labor and called my team to let them know I would miss the show that night. I called my doula, my pal Jenn, who is a registered nurse. She was on a 12 hour shift in the ICU at UCLA so when she was done she'd come over. I called my pal Kathy (who I've known since first grade) and she was going to drive up from San Diego that evening to be here. I labored at home all day and that evening. Everyone rolled up after dinner time. We all stayed up pretty much all night, they all crashed around 3:30am-8am. I slept in maybe 10-15 minute intervals from 3-6am waking up with every contraction.

Tuesday I kept laboring and the OB called around 12pm to ask how everything was going. She was worried since I didn't come into the hospital that night. I said I was great just laboring and she told me to go to the hospital and get checked just in case. They could always send me home. So I ate some ramen and Joe did a load of dishes and we all headed into Cedars Sinai. I got checked into Labor & Delivery and we waited about an hour or so for the midwife to come check me out. By then I was dilated 5.5cm and at 100% effaced and baby was at negative 2 station. So they decided to keep me there. I labored in the hospital for awhile. Things were going well, contractions were getting longer and stronger and closer together.

 At 4:58am on Wednesday my water broke, I felt a gush of liquid and it was clear. Later the liquid turned a bit brownish so they said it was a plus one meconium and we needed to watch it to make sure it didn't get worse. That also meant that a pediatric team would need to be there at delivery to check baby boy to make sure he didn't aspirate any of the meconium. The contractions then got unbearably strong. I got 3 shots of fentanyl (1 every hour) they took the edge off the contractions but that was all I could get so then the pain came back and I felt nauseous from it and the nurse said I turned green. Joe convinced me to just get the epidural even though I hadn't wanted to before. The pain just felt so localized to where I had my spine surgery, it felt unbearable. They hooked me up at 7:52am to the epidural and that was sweet relief. Then labor slowed. Contractions were every 5-7 minutes from the every 1-2 they were before. I stalled at 8cm dilated, still 100% and baby was at 0 station. The doctor really recommended the pitocin even though I didn't want to as she had waited until 1:30pm and I was just stuck. She said she would give me 2 more hours to try to make something happen by shifting positions in bed. At 3:30pm I was still stuck so we did the pitocin and did loads more shifting. They up-ed the pitocin VERY slowly since I didn't want it and baby boy's heart rate stayed steady and he was a champ. I started to get a little fever so they were watching me and then decided to put me on antibiotics just to be safe for little man for delivery.

By 7pm I had finally hit 10cm (which no one could believe, even me) and I was fully dilated and baby was down to a +1 to +2 station-it was amazing news. So the OB gave the go ahead that I could push and try to get baby further down. We started pushing at 7:52pm. For about an hour or so it was just to get him to a +3 station. Then we really started pushing to get him to the pubic bone. He kept getting in and going back. They let me watch in a mirror when you could actually see he head start to poke through a bit. It was CRAZY. And my labia was so swollen and purple and totally unrecognizable. I'm glad I looked but so weird!

Then the doctor was called and came in, she really couldn't believe how well I was doing. I was in stirrups with my doula pushing on one leg and Kathy pushing on the other leg. I was holding and pulling on handlebars. Joe was giving me water in between each push. I pushed more, they put me on oxygen in between pushes to help with baby and my fever spiked to 101 due to pushing and hard contractions. Baby was in my pelvic bone then and we were working so hard to get him through. Those last 30-45 minutes of pushing were awful, the plastic smell of the oxygen, then extreme pressure in my undercarriage, feeling like I couldn't breathe and being told to slow down my breathing, then the horrible pressure to push only to work so hard and not get him through. It was tough. I got to the point where I was just wishing for an episiotomy to get him through. Then I was pushing and he started to come and it felt like I was being torn open and burned with a blow torch at the same time. They kept saying push to 10, now give me 5, now 3, and out from somewhere deep inside came the most primal scream I've ever made or heard. It just burst out and he came out too. I guess my OB had grabbed his head and twisted him and helped pull his body out while I was pushing it. Then it was the relief of the burning stopping and the feel of a huge gush of blood and they put him on my tummy.

 The cord was short so they had Joe cut it right away. The drugs had TOTALLY stopped working for me at that point. Once he was cut they put him on my chest and were wiping him and I was crying and saying "that's my baby, that's my precious baby". Pediatrics said he looked a little blue so they took him to the warmer. The doctor was pushing my placenta down with "massage" on my belly (which really feels like they're reaming on you). She delivered my placenta which apparently was HUGE and had the entire caul intact which I guess never really happens. They packaged that up for my doula to take and turn into capsules for me.

Then whilst my OB began to use 4 shots of lidocaine to numb my vag (redheads are notorious for high anesthesia tolerance) to sew me up the peds team announced my boy was 11lbs. 15oz. and the whole room erupted with "WHOA!" and "Oh my god" and "Damn" and "TWELVE POUNDS!", then they read off his length of 23" and Joe cut the excess cord off and they suctioned his mouth and nose just in case. They put him back on my chest while I was being stitched up and ow-ing because it still wasn't all the way numb. The OB and nurse told me that I tore completely normally for a first time mom and that they were shocked it wasn't more as I'm a redhead and he was so huge.

I held our boy and Joe came over and I asked Joe if he looked like our Finnigan and Joe said yes. We both cried a little and smooched him and each other. It just felt so complete right then. After that we thanked everyone so much, the girls hugged me, I thanked the nurses and the OB. I just felt so overcome with gratitude for our little man, for a healthy baby, for a great though painful delivery, and for everyone who supported us. The room slowly began to clear out. They wrapped up the stitching and gave me a catheter when I couldn't pee in a bed pan to empty my very full bladder. The nurse helped pad me up and put on the mesh undies. They had me breastfeed Finn. They transferred me to a roller bed since I couldn't walk to get to a wheelchair. Then they wheeled us off to the mama wing and everyone congratulated us on the way.

All the nurses on the newborn wing were so sweet and Joe went to the nursery for Finn's first bath (he pooped FOUR times during his bath), he passed all his screeners, got his vitamin k and eye drops, was dressed and swaddled, ate some more, and then we all passed out. All the nurses agreed he was the biggest baby they had ever seen delivered vaginally (a.k.a. I'm crazy) so they all called him big guy and me wonder woman and everyone agreed he was the cutest baby. Loads of jokes about him being toddler sized over the next couple days. Pediatrician said he was doing great (our first appointment was Monday-all looks great!) and my OB came back the next day and checked me and said I was swollen but that it all looked great. So we got all cleared to leave Friday once the pediatrician checked the circumcision my OB did Thursday night.

All in all it was a crazy, painful, horrible, miraculous, amazing process and I wouldn't do anything differently. I'm glad I went sans drugs as long as I could, I'm glad I got them when I really needed them, I'm glad the pitocin went really slow and worked, and I am so glad I delivered him myself. I know I can do anything now. And my heart is so full. I cannot even express how grateful I feel and how in bliss I am. It really is a hormone high. I just love that little guy and Joe and our friends and our pups and our nurses so much. It's ridiculous.

We've been home a full week now and I just cannot get enough of this baby boy. He's perfect. Every breath, cry, snuggle, smile, poop, coo, everything just seems so right. I love being his mama already. He is the love and light of my life. His puppy brothers love him something awful and cannot stop giving him little licks and sniffs all the time. Joe is so smitten with "his baby". We all just love this Lil' Dude so much. After 60 hours of labor, 3 hours of pushing, all 11 lbs. 15 oz. and 23" of him is all ours and we cannot get enough. He's our precious boy, Finnigan.


Monday, January 27, 2014

Partly Sunny With A Chance of Punching People in the Throat

I would have to say my two biggest pregnancy pet peeves are the following:

1.) When you touch and/or grope my stomach without permission. I really don't care how well we know each other, ASK. Ask EVERY time. I cannot emphasize this enough. ASK EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU WANT TO TOUCH OR RUB OR MOLEST MY STOMACH. I am not big on being touched normally, especially on my stomach. Just because it's bigger and contains a person definitely does not allow you to invade my personal space without permission. It is NOT okay. Seriously NOT okay. In fact it bugs me even more because that is my child, I am vulnerable right now and so is he. NO TOUCHING. Make eye contact with me, ask, usually I will say yes unless I am REALLY not in the mood for it. I understand it's cool and interesting and you want to know, so I seriously almost always say yes. BUT FUCKING ASK ME. Otherwise no matter how much I know or like or even love you, I may punch you in your throat. Or grab your stomach. Or touch your boob or penis. That's how it feels to me. It feels like a violation if there is no permission. So just ask. Please.

2.) Hearing about how huge I am or how huge my belly is or huge some other body part of mine is. I get it, it is pretty big. I am carrying an almost 10lb. child. I know how big I am. I am also very self conscious about how big I am. There are days I feel gorgeous, honestly. There are also days where I feel disgustingly huge and covered in stretch marks and gross. So to hear you say "You're huge!" "Look at how big your ankles are!" "You have sausage toes right now!" "That belly is going to explode/pop/burst!" makes me want to punch you in your stupid face. Seriously. When is it acceptable to EVER say those things to anyone? So just because I'm pregnant you get a free ride to be rude? I don't think so. I had an ass-clown at Trader Joe's ask me yesterday if I was having twins because his sister did and she was HUGE (complete with a hand gesture to show how huge she was).  I'm not kidding when I say I wanted to pummel this guy. How rude can you be?! How stupid?! You're an ass-hat! I should have asked if he was getting braces since his teeth were so fucked up and 4 years of braces made my teeth perfect. It is not okay to say shit like that. NOT OKAY. Say it in your head but do not say it to an overly emotional and vulnerable pregnant woman who no doubt has already said horrible shit to herself in a bad self-esteem moment. Don't be a dick.

I know I sound like a see you next Tuesday a little but seriously, have people lost their common sense? In a normal situation it isn't okay to just grab, touch, grope, rub, or molest someone so don't do it when they're pregnant. In a normal situation it isn't okay to comment about how huge someone's anatomy is-it's really rude in fact. So don't do it when that person in pregnant. Use the common sense you have, please. I don't think it's that hard. And if it is that hard for you just be prepared that if you do that to me I may just punch you in your throat and/or face and say something horrible to you in return. That might just happen.

Other than those two things driving me nuts things are good. Just getting impatient to meet my Lil' Dude. He doesn't seem to be wanting to exit any time soon. I saw my delivery OB today who after fisting me told me that my cervix is still closed but has softened to about 50-60% effaced. She is still pushing for induction and I am still fighting that with all my mama might. If I dilate at all by my appointment Thursday she'll strip my membranes which is a natural (and super painful) way to try to kick-start labor. Good times. As of right now it just seems like Lil' Dude is content in there so I am trying to be patient with him. Although he has to know I am way more stubborn than he is so if we're doing a battle of the wills I will win. I have 29 more years experience of being bull-headed and stubborn so he's in for it. Until them I keep eating spicy foods twice a day, walking a lot, having "date night" with my husband, eating mango & pineapple, nipple stimulation, rubbing oils on my hoo-ha, and bouncing on my exercise ball to try to get this little giant out. We'll see if it takes! Until then everything is ready to go & Joe and I made 7 dozen pierogi and 4 pans of golabki for our freezer to have for meals after baby arrives. We are prepared! :D

Hope all is well with you dear Chickens!


Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Sunny With A Chance of ANother Letter

To My Son,

Oh my gosh, you're almost here! We're at 39 weeks and 2 days which means you literally can come any moment now. You're Dada and I are so excited to meet you buddy! I just wanted to say some things before you get here to remember these last fleeting moments with you so close to my heart.

First, I love you so much Lil' Dude. I cannot stress that enough. I am so excited to hold you in my arms but I know I will miss our time with you in my belly. You're so close and I can rub and pat and talk to you all the time. You must know how much I love you bud, I say it all the time. Plus in there you're getting to hear my heart so I know you know how it beats for you. Goodness sakes this household loves you. Mama, Dada, Colonel Mustard & Zebbie too. These 3 guys have been snuggling you and Mama extra hard, they can't wait to meet you either! Just know you are going to be surrounded with so much love.

Second, your extended family cannot wait to meet you either! Papa/Djadja & Gamma/Buscia are coming out in February just to meet you little man.  We're going to let you pick what you call them but just know they're so excited to meet you and love you so much already. The rest of the family (on both sides) can't wait until Spring when we bring you back to Michigan to introduce you to everyone. Get ready to be smothered in snuggles and kisses little one!

Third all your honorary "aunts" and "uncles" or Mama & Dada's pals also cannot wait to meet you! Everyone is busting at the seams to know when you're going to arrive. Not just here in L.A. but in Chicago, Michigan, and New York too. You're going to be welcomed into this world with so much love little one. You are already so loved and anticipated, I know you can feel that.

We just want you to arrive when you're ready, come out healthy and strong, and to be ready to be loved on by so many folks. You're a lucky little man to be so wanted and loved already pal. We're prepping extra hard to make sure everything is nice and clean and cozy for your home-coming and we've taken all the classes, prepped our hospital bags, set-up & cleaned all the stuff we have for you, are constantly cleaning the apartment, are set up our cloth diaper service to properly guard your little tush and kielbasa from wet & dirty stuffs, and are preparing meals to freeze so we can not have the bother of needing to cook a bunch once you get here. We're just so excited buddy! All this prep just keeps reminding us that you will arrive any day now!

We're trying extra hard to get your puppy brothers ready to meet you. They're extra snuggly right now and we expect a little jealousy to happen but we know they will love you so much. I think Colonel is going to think you're his baby and though Zebbie can be tentative with some kiddos I think he will take to you like he did to your cousin Staszie. They already love all your swag and will want to play with you (and all your toys) tons. We're going to have such a fun time with all three of you, I just know it.

Buddy, I just want to remind you of our agreements and to promise to you again all of these things. I want you to know that I love you first and foremost and that I will try my damnedest to provide you with all the love and guidance you need. You just get ready little guy, this is going to be pretty epic. And even when you hate me, you just remember that I love you. That I have loved you this whole time and will always love you. You just remember that I suffered through 24/7 punches and kicks from you ya big giant because I love you. No matter what you are perfect to me. Dad and I love you SO much. Just finish baking in there and come out soon. So many of us want to meet you and love you!

 I love you Lil' Dude, with all my heart.


Monday, January 13, 2014

Sunny With A Chance of 2014!

Well hello Dear Chickens and welcome to this glorious New Year! Am I right?

Ours started off with such an amazing surprise-we got to go to the Rose Bowl! Due to the amazing generosity of a Spartan alumni family I helped set-up a birthday party for at the restaurant I work at on a day we were closed this family offered Joe & I two free tickets to The Rose Bowl to see our Spartans triumph against Stanford. It was the MOST amazing day and such a once in a lifetime opportunity for us. We sat in the 4th row on the 45 Yard Line. I was maybe ten steps from the field. I was behind the Spartan bench, could see every play in front of me (no need for the big screen or binoculars), the band played right to us, we met Rich Homie Quan (he's apparently a big rapper, I'm too old to know who this was I guess), and we sat in front of the President of the university and the Board of Trustees-it was CRAZY & PHENOMENAL. I cannot stress how amazing this all was and how thankful we were and are to have been there. It was such a great start to our year!

Such an awesome and amazing and perfect day! 2014 is continuing to be pretty glorious as our Lil' Dude is going to be here soon. We've packed our hospital bags, installed our car seat, have the apartment pretty much set-up for him, are making meals to freeze for postpartum, ordered the breast pump through the insurance, are doing our diaper service set-up & demo tomorrow, have someone on-call to watch our beloved pups, and are just waiting for our guy to arrive! We had a bit of drama with the insurances switching but my new insurance through Blue Shield & Covered CA has agreed to cover Cedars Sinai for me which is where I am set to deliver so that was a HUGE load off of us. Now we're just waiting for Lil' Dude to want some more space and come out to meet us!

My sketch show also opened which is very exciting. We are playing every Monday night at 7pm until the end of February at The Second City Hollywood. Tickets are $10 ($1 for current Second City students, Free for those in the Industry with a business card). Check us out if you are in L.A. the eight of us in the show wrote it, produced it, and are starring in it. Me, My Selfie, & I is such fun and I am so excited for this final capstone on my Conservatory Program at Second City. Please come see me be a dork on stage!

So far that's what's been happening this month. Pretty great kick-off to 2014. Cannot wait for all that this year has in store & cannot wait to meet our Lil' Dude soon! Take care dearest Chickens.