Valentine Cards :)

So now that Holidays are all over we can now all breathe a sigh of relief we no longer have to spend weeks budgeting, shopping, wrapping, cooking....(the list goes on forever!)

Now comes my favorite part of a new year; the Not really Real Holidays! You know which ones I am talking about. Valentine's Day, St. Patricks Day, etc. The ones that you can simple throw on a green shirt or send a little red card and that is enough. Heck you really don't have to celebrate in anyway with these little holidays, but why spoil the fun?
Besides with Valentine's Day coming next month can you complain about an excuse to eat boxes of chocolate or give cheesy cards? Better yet! Why not make your own cards?

Go ahead and break out your scrapbook paper, stickers and ribbon and just start cutting hearts and making lovely card designs.

The one I made above is just blue wood looking paper folded in half. I then cut a contrasting floral piece with crazy scissors. Added a little ribbon strip, a pink heart and blue squares you come up with a cute looking card. :)

This one I just designed around the 3D floral sticker I had.

Anyways, with your cute homemade card why not grab some strawberries; melt some chocolate and make chocolate covered strawberries. It makes a great gift for any loved one. :)

Anywhoalls, Until another Day

Toodles :)

Palmolive Fresh Infusions

Well I have only had the last few days to try out my Palmolive Fresh Infusion dish soap which I recieved from Influenster. If don't know what Influenster is, there is a link at the bottom of this post for you to check it out. I must say, I love the Lime Basil scent.

At first, I thought it would be my least favorite and the Gensing White Tea would be my favorite, but it actually reversed. The green bottle is my most favorite.

The White Tea is the pink bottle, The Green is my favorite and the Yellow is lemon scent.

A big bonus for me is that my hands don't break out to this soap. I have pretty sensitive skin so dish soap really had to be gentle on the skin for me to use it. I have so far only done three loads of dishes since getting the soap, but I love it already. :)

http://www.influenster.com/

The Night!...*insert epic music*...Baby #2 came!!!

So Saturday, at 1 in the morning, I was throwing up. (I know. A lovely starter to a blog post.) I had caught that tummy flu bug that had been going around this holiday season. So achy, nauseous and to top it off ready to pop any day, I was miserable!
And then when a decent hour in the morning came, while I was throwing up even more, my poor baby girl woke up with puke all over herself and crying. And to make it worse, my husband has this bug the other day, but he just got a head ache and little tummy ache....*grumble grumble* NOT FAIR! But wonderfully he took the day off to take care of us. ( LOVE YOU HUBBY MAN!!!)

Well by night fall, I was still feeling like gum stuck to a stinky shoe, but good news was was that Baby Girl was feeling much better. By 10 o'clock I was feeling much better myself. Sore and achy from hacking up all day and being pregnant, but I was honestly feeling much better.
Now let me tell you, here I was feeling much better, good enough to feel like I was going to get a decent night's sleep and low and behold around midnight I was feeling a bit off again. Not even thirty minutes later I had this horrid thing happen...a contraction!!

Ok ok ok  BREATHE! I told my self. It was just one contraction. It wasn't really anything. Being the good prego lady I did my research and learned you usually have a few contractions here and there a few days before labor. Well, I had just felt one. That didn't mean anything at all it was just one...oh wait was that another one? No it couldn't be. Probably just a charlie horse...well sure enough 10 minutes later I was calling my mom about having 3 contractions each 10 minutes apart. With the good advice of "Call your doctor", I did just that and of course I was told to not wait and come right on in.
I mean here I was just healing up from my puke fest and now I have to go to the hospital in the middle of night! *contraction! OW!* Ok stop complaining and move along!

So I waddle out of bed, Hubby man starts to race around trying to gather everything and all I can think about was trying to find pants (I was in jammy shorts) and where was my daughter's coat. And low and behind my water breaks. Then as I look up at the clock where it was suppose to say 1:13, since my last contraction was at 1:03. (Don't quote me on those times. Those are what I remember. I was told it was much later in the morning.) Well yeah....It didn't say 1 with a pretty number 13 next to it. It had a 0 and an 8. ...That was 5 minutes apart.
So we went from let gather everything in order and makes sure we have everything too "wake-up-the-neighbor-to-help-and-gather-what-we-can" mode because we were not sure if I was about to have the baby right there.
With our wonderful neighbors help, what seemed like forever, went much faster and we were on our way to the hospital. Poor Baby girl was under six layers of blankets because she was wearing nothing but a jammy shirt and diatee and I was under about the same, because I couldn't find my coat and was too stubborn to wait a second longer to have someone fetch it off the bathroom floor were I left because I was still trying to find socks for my feet.

So! You think out little rush would end there...well...not even 5 minutes into our little drive..."Ding" "Ding""Ding" ...what could that little harmless dinging noise possibly mean at this hour of the night?

*the gas light was on*

Oh yes! Very true, we on E and our little gas light came on so sweetly chiming. Taunting me! Our evil car had planned this! It was a conspiracy!!! (Maybe, I was little high on hormones then)

FINE! We stop for gas...and then...Hubby Man forgot his wallet! Luckily I had my purse!

So 20 minutes at the pump we were back on the road racing to the hospital. Hubby man was flying down the highway, probably speeding and praying to God there are no cops. I am next to him doing my prego lady duty of *breath* "THIS HURTS" *breathe* "Why didn't we have gas?*breath* "Are we there yet!?!"*breath* "Is Baby girl warm enough!?!" *breathe*

So finally after what seemed like forever and my poor Hubby's ears chewed off, we arrive at the hospital. Of course, we had to circle the building few times and go through the wrong entrance a few more before we actually found the entrance where we were suppose to enter. Once inside I was whisked away to warm and comfy room, with Hubby and Baby Girl right behind.
Once settled in I thought, here there was all this drama and I am probably going to be here a few more hours.

Beside I was told I was only dilated to 5, no wait it was moved to 6...

I thought then I should probably call my mom again, not sure if I called her again about arriving at the hospital or not. So Hubby or I, not sure which, gave her a call.

Oh look I was told I was at 7 now and the 8.

Yep around here things get pretty hazy. I asked for some nice drugs, because the pain got pretty bad, even after Hubby tried all the back massages.

After all this, I remember mom racing to the hospital, the nurse telling me not to push and I wanting to push and my doctor racing in.

So yeah within minutes this little guy popped right. :P

We thought he was kinda cute and decided to keep him. :)


More updates from the organic poptart to come. :)

Toodles!