And for today...

Thought of the day; "Castor oil, shmastor oil."

Plan for the day; ~Go to scheduled PREnatal appointment.

Prayer for the day; "Dear Lord, I have learned my lesson. You have made it clear that I need to learn some humility. I will do so. Now please, oh, please let me have a baby. Amen."

XOXO,
Joce

Baby update

There is no baby yet.
I mean, not one you can see and hold and dress in cute clothes.
So, unless the baby comes tonight or tomorrow (which would really be hilarious because of how much Joe has worried that that might happen) (because Saturday is Opening Day of Shotgun Season, that's why) I think I will pull a Pamela and have a few shots of the baby-producing Castor Oil on Sunday before church.
Shots before church sounds fun to a 41 week pregnant lady, ok?
Ok. So I plan to miss the dinner afterward. And the dedication of the new blue chairs with padded seats for the fellowship hall. Which, is too bad because I appreciate a good padded folding chair.
But anyway, my doctor has been acting all concerned that I am overdue, or "postdates" as they like to say. (I am not concerned, in case you don't know that about me. I do not allow myself to become concerned until 42 weeks, or the baby gets distressed, or HUGE, not me, the baby- I have obviously come to terms with me being huge.) Anyway.
So I was at my pain-in-the-butt (but necessary, for once, because the baby hadn't moved for like 10 hours, and I was starting to feel the worry) Non-Stress Test and the nurse/midwife let it slip that my dear doctor is going on vacation next week. Ah. "Now I see," said the blind man, as he picked up his hammer and saw. My doctor is concerned because she wants me to have the baby before she arrives in a tropical climate, or goes to see family for Thanksgiving, whichever.
So anyway. I am getting sick of the over-concern about my postdates status and the constant NST's. They scheduled me for another one on Monday, because I would not agree to being given the pitosin on Monday. So they punish me by tying me to a machine for a half an hour. And that is the appropriate time-out for an almost thirty year old. So I know that's what it is- time out.
So, I will give myself the Castor Oil and try to avoid the drug-pushers' dose of pitosin and then the resulting epidural, because I am a wimp and pitosin hurts. I know because my friends told me.
My plan is to not get to the hospital until I am past the point getting the epidural so I will be sure to skip it this time.
Anyway, my mother-in-law is babysitting my kids today, so that's why my post is so long. But, I really need to sleep since I didn't get much last night, because my baby WASN'T kicking me hard and keeping me awake. So I stayed up to worry instead. And pee. I stayed up to pee.
XOXO
Joce

Vote over there on the right...

Please take a moment to guess the gender and date of birth for Baby Rebisz.
XOXO
Joce

Movie recommendations, and other things.

My librarian recommends good movies.
Twice, anyway. (She's two for two.)
1. August Rush
2. The Ultimate Gift
Now, I have passed these recommendations on to you. Enjoy.
Here is an un-recommendation:
Mr Magorium's Wonder Emporium. The movie is fine until the last 5 minutes. Talk about anti-climactic. Joe and I looked at each other and said in unison- "That's it?"


And now, I must also recommend a book.
I am reading it in the morning like a devotional even though it's not really written as one.
"A Simple Christmas: A Faith-filled Guide to a Meaningful and Stress-free Christmas"
by Sharon Hanby-Robie.
So far I have been inspired to focus on making Christmas holy, and I also like her reference to Buy Nothing Christmas a Mennonite thing from Canada.


Well, I have enjoyed this brief sit-down with you, but now I must clean the playroom before SuperWHY ends.

XOXO
Joce

I guess I'm considered famous....

http://thedailynewsonline.com/articles/2009/11/08/lifestyles/6089758.txt

I am so psyched to be in the paper. Giddy even. I think it's really really really fun to be in the paper. Let me be more specific- I really like being in the lifestyles section of the paper, there are other sections that would not be as fun. Pamela is famous too.

So, because I need to, I have been sitting down a lot lately. And, while I sit, I crochet. I have made 4 hats and 2 scarves. Now, I am going to try some stuffed animals. Brilyn loves the things filled with corn that you can put in microwave and snuggle for warmth, do you know what things I mean? Anyway, we have a grey fleecey one that she calls "Kitty." I am going to make her a crochet kitty and fill it with corn.

And then I'm going to make Cade a doggy in a like manner.

And then? Who knows. I may be done sitting by then. Oh wait, I will be doing a lot of sitting as I nurse a newborn. We'll see if I can crochet and feed a baby at the same time. Who knows?

XOXO
Joce

And, while you are reading articles, you may want to check this one out over at Kara's.

And also, check out this link on the swine flu.

Okay, now I'm done, and that's because I have nothing more to say, and also because my applesauce is done taking its hot water bath. Sheesh. I need a hot water bath. Do I really treat my applesauce better than I treat myself? LOL

New Family Member

It's a.....barn cat!

(Sorry I couldn't resist that title. It is my 200th post, so I wanted it to seem momentus.)

We have been adopted by a small gray wild cat.
He/she let us know we are her people today by leaving a decapitated, disemboweled mole on the floor in Clara's stall. This is a happy time, really, because we have had some trouble with the rodents chewing holes in our feed bags. That is a pain in the boot-ay.
I don't like cats, but wild ones that kill rodents in my barn are okay. I will be happy to reward such good behavior with some milk. But I won't like cats. I just wanted to make that clear. Because one time we had some cats that somebody gave us (as a gift, even, and I gave them away. And that's because I don't like cats. I don't like cat food, it is weird and stinks. I don't like kitty litter, it is weird and stinks. I don't like cat hair, it is itchy and stinks.

Anyway, my people are home, and my heartburn is reduced, so I am going to go lie down and maybe sleep?

XOXO
Joce

Pregnant lady craving...

complete with recipe.

I decided on Sunday that I wanted some Orange Julius. Really wanted some. So I found a recipe in a  Hannah Swenson murder mystery novel (Peach Cobbler Murder) by Joanne Fluke, found the Dream Whip (I had never heard of this stuff before, it's by the pudding) in Super Wal*Mart and voila-

Fake Orange Julius

3 C Orange Juice
1 envelope Dream Whip (the kind that makes 2 cups)
1 package vanilla pudding (the kind that makes 2 cups)
3 more C O.J.

Blend 3 C o.j. with Dream Whip and pudding mix for 2 minutes.
Stir in 3 more C o.j. Yield: 2 quarts.
Serve over ice, or do like I do and blend the ice right in.

Update: August 2010
3 C OJ
8 ice cubes
1/4 C instant vamilla pudding
2 T instant whipped topping


We used to get Orange Julius at the Amsterdam Mall on Sunday afternoons. They were yummy then and they are yummy now. And, look at that- a serving of fruit. LOL. They must be good for you.
XOXO
Joce

PS This just in from field correspondent Brilyn- "SLURRRRRRRRP. This stuff is soooooo good."