Thursday, September 25, 2008

This cracks me up! I am so a dollar store HPT addict!

Okay the article below is kind of long, but it's so funny to those of us (and you know who you are) that are ridiculously addicted to dollar store pregnancy tests. Admitting your problem is the first step.

Ever since I had my little Kyanne, I've wanted another, and then another, and yes even now, with three kiddies born within 3 years, I want another! But, alas my sensible husband has forbidden even the thought until Fin is at least two. In the meantime I just secretly hope....shhhh, don't tell!

Addicted to HPT's
(Home Pregnancy Test)

By Karen Squires

If you laughed at this title, this article may be for you. HPT (Home Pregnancy Test)'s are without a doubt, addictive. Alcoholics try to hide their addiction, so do women addicted HPT's. I know because I'm one of them.

I found HPT's at the dollar store for, you guessed it, a dollar. I was so excited. I only grabbed one test the first time I saw them. I ran home and used it right away. I got a BFN (Big Fat Negative). Of course I was only 7 days after ovulation so what could I expect.

The next day, after lying to my husband and telling him that I needed to run and get some shampoo, I was back at the dollar store for more. I bought five this time, figuring I would have enough to last until 12 days after ovulation. Two days later I had used them all up and was back at the store needing more shampoo. I bought another five tests.

As I drove home I tried desperately to remember when I had gone to the bathroom last. I needed to hold my urine for at least 4 hours to let the pregnancy hormone build up. I remembered that it had only been about one and 1/2 hours. It was now 10:00 am, I'll have to wait until 12:30pm. I told myself that when I got home I'd do the dishes, vacuum, dust, paint the bathroom, anything to keep my mind off of running the test. I pulled in the driveway, ran straight to the bathroom, and peed in a cup. Another BFN. Dang it. I have no self control. I'll have to start all over again.

It's now 11 am. I have to hold my urine until 3 pm to let the hormone (if there is any) build up again. At 1:30 pm I run another test. BFN! Dang it all to heck!

I decide to go to the mall to make sure that I can't run another test for a few hours. I am tempted to take a test with me to use at the bathroom in the mall just in case I can't control myself but, off to the mall without a test hidden in my purse.

I have now gone most of the day with out drinking as I don't want to dilute my urine and make what might be a BFP(Big Fat Positive) turn into a BFN by having too much water in my bladder. I am thirsty, frustrated and getting crabbier and crabbier by the minute.

We walk around the mall, me trying to get a peak at the baby and maternity things, but a five year old has no need for those so I don't even get a fix by doing that. Two hours later we are bored and my son is begging to come home and eat. I look at my watch. I can't go home yet, I just can't. I tell my son that I'll buy him something to eat, get him a toy, anything to stay there a little longer. He sees the desperation in my eyes and agrees to let me buy him a Hot Wheels car and some chicken strips. That uses up another hour. Soon he wants to go home again and no amount of bribing works this time. It's only been three hours now so I take the long way home. I keep hearing a little voice from the back seat telling me that I've gone the wrong way and a tiny finger points to the east telling me to turn that way NOW!

Okay, Okay, we'll go home.

It's been three and 1/2 hours and I'm so thirsty that I can hardly swallow. We pull into the driveway, I run into the house, down the hall to the bathroom, and run another test. Another BFN!!! Dang it! Dang it! Dang it all to HECK! Grrrr.

I had ran the rest of the tests by the next day at noon and since it was now 11 days after ovulation and I still hadn't got my BFP I knew that Aunt Flo and her dog spot would find me soon. On to the next cycle. I am going to have more self control.

A few days later I really do need some shampoo and tell dear hubby that I need to run and get some. He gives me a funny look and asks "Didn't you just get some a few days ago?"

I walk into the dollar store knowing that I'm safe from my addiction for another two weeks but as I walk past the HPT's to the shampoo I notice that they only have 20 tests left. I panic. What if they are all gone in two weeks, what will I do, where will I go. I grab all 20 tests and head to the cash register, kicking myself all the way there. When I get home I find a good place to hide them, way in the back of the closet.

My husband calls from the shower and asks me for the shampoo. I'm still in the process of hiding the tests and I call back to him, my mind still in an addictive fog, "Shampoo! What shampoo?"

Monday, September 15, 2008

Bridgey, you melt my heart!!

Tonight Meggie brought up what a bore my blog is these days since I became a Sewing-Crazed Wing Nut. So, I thought I'd take a peek at my recent posts, and I suppose she is right (don't let it go to your big, fluffy, needing to be dyed half as much as my hairy head!).

It's true, binging is part of my genetical makeup. But, I'm going to try to binge on something more fun, like activities for little Bridgey, who is really sad that he can't go to school with Ky. Poor little guy. And, on top of it he threw up his guts last night and was awake from 1am on. You can imagine how sad he was all day today. Still I rarely get frustrated with him. Even when he's mischevious, he's sooo darling, it makes me smile. The picture at the top of my blog is super outdated, but it's one of my favorites ever. It just sums up motherhood for me. What a joy. :)

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Does anyone else say "Scarve"?

I found this flower print vintage pillow case a few weeks ago, and just knew it had beautiful potential. I had so much fun sewing up these little cloth scarves that I had to take some pics!

Thursday, September 11, 2008

A perfect moment...

A snapshot, a glimpse into this moment that I love:

Fin stops nursing to look up and smile coyly. She pokes at my mouth with her chubby little fingers until I expectantly nibble them and then giggles delightfully.

Bridge is riding his mini snow board atop our tired couch in nothing but his Skippies, while measuring the air with my retractable sewing tape, and yelling "".

Ky is twirling like a drunken sailor and tripping over her new snow white dress that is 6 sizes too big. Singing so loud the neighbors are wishing their house wasn't in arms reach of ours.

The dishwasher is running in the background (a great accomplishment this early in the morning) and the house while simi tidy, still looks like a preschool/fabric store.

And, life feels perfect even if just for a moment.

(And, the moment has passed, with the pain from the Bridgey monster taking a bite out of my hair, literally.)

Monday, September 8, 2008

SA (Sewers Anonymous).

So secretly I just want to run away for a weekend with other SA's (sewing addicts) and have an all out binge! Wouldn't it be fun to rent a cabin, and have a sewing retreat away from the cute little distractions that never seem to have a lull in energy because they steal yours, leaving you without the needed energy to complete the many projects overtaking your living room and shouting: "For heaven's sake Woman! Sew Me!"

The sewing craze continues. Vintage material, old wooden spools of thread, patterns from the 50's and 60's, tutorials, I just can't get enough. My living room has become a full on fabric store. Oh, how I long for a fancy sewing room of my very own. I already have it all decorated in my head. Shelves of fabric organizationed in to coordinating colors, jars lining my desk filled with fancy buttons, and my old spools of thread, and my beautiful cutting table to hold my giant cuttung mat that I got for $5.00 at a garage sale this summer (Hooray for Golden Finds! It's like the Big Fish find that I'll have to retell for years!).

Above are some little aprons I made for Ky and her friend Porter. Jess was appalled when I said I was making a little boy an apron for his birthday. He and Bridge when right out and got the little 3yr old a gun to make up for the disappointment. In my defense, it had a tie, and manly colors, like blue and red.