Phineas has arrived!

Hello everyone! This is Shosh writing for Bryn. I am not as talented with words as Bryn is, so I am sorry if this does not even come close to what Bryn might write.
Phineas was born today at 2:52 pm. He was 5 lbs. 13 oz. and 17 inches. He is doing well and there were not any complications. Bryn is doing great, other than the pain that she is in. Josh was able to be there for the birth. He fortunately had some friends in San Jose that could watch Yorick during the C-section. This wasn't the planned date for the C-section, so having the baby today was a little bit of a surprise to everyone. Hopefully Bryn can update this soon and fill you in on more of the details.

Back to the fracking hospital

So, it's 8:30am and I'll be heading back to the hospital a little after 11. I started bleeding last night and it hasn't let up, so I'm reluctantly going back in. I don't think they're going to release me before Phin is born this time, so everyone, seriously... wish me luck.

I don't deal with pain and surgery and needles and doctors, and I'm so freaked out by all of this, more than I'd ever let on if you knew me personally. (As most of you do, you know I'd just laugh this off if I were in front of you)

I hope I get to update this soon, hopefully I'll get some intertron connection while I'm there. ;)

July 7th...

dum dum dum...
That's the date, people. D-day... or should I say, C-day?
That is the date Phineas Morgan Hertz will enter the world, according to my doctors. I went in today just to find out the date and talk to the peri and ended up in the hospital for a few hours on a rehydrating IV drip... it's like they've got it out for me. They constantly want to put an IV on me. I guess this wonderful "First Day of Summer" got the better of me and I was severely dehydrated. Josh says I sorely lack in survival skillz. (It was 103 degrees in San Jose today!)

Okay, so back to C-Day... we are so not prepared...
we need to get a double stroller, stat. And not just any old double stroller, I want one I love, dammit. We got some cool preemie clothes from my kick ass friend Nicole and one of my new scrapping friends, Brynn, so we're good... we need diapers, as per usual, but other than that... I think we're golden. Oh! We do want a snuggle nest for co-sleeping with the teeny guy pretty bad... anyways, for those interested, we're registered at Target and Babies R Us, under both our names.

And YES freaked out as all get out about the C-Section!!! Holy shit, so freaked out.

This is normally Sci-fi Friday around here at the Maternerdy blog, but feeling sorry for me-self over the heinous vein invasion has left me a little... meh.

Last weeks big BSG mid-season finale... WTF. How could they leave it like that? And EJO!!! Holy COW... if he doesn't get an Emmy nod for that performance, there's something seriously wrong with everything.

I'm caught up to Doctor Who and reluctantly decided to catch Season 2 of Torchwood... there seems to be something missing on Torchwood and I can't quite put my finger on it. It's really like John Barrowman has no idea how to hold down a series... he's the exact same character on Doctor Who... but vastly different. He's wonderful when he gets to play against the Doctor and shit when he's on his own.

Serious business on Doctor Who... we all know Billie is busy with that stupid Callgirl series that is calling her "naked, but dull"... so why even tease us with a "Maybe Rose will come back"? I don't understand it. I'm personally a Martha/Doctor 'shipper myself. Yeah yeah, suck it, people, seriously suck it.

I got picked for a kick ass creative team from one of the designers at Sweet Shoppe!!! I'm pretty stoked about it!! And my nerdy girl Erin Keith, who's art adorns this blog, has me on her creative team as well... which... frankly, kicks more ass!! Woo hoo!! This is all pretty much silly scrapping news for my real life friends. And... still.. people, seriously, donate to my sick habit by clicking the Buy me a $5 gift certificate to help with my bedrest link to the right. I love new scrappin' stuff... it's kind of an illness.

Off-topic of c-sections, sci-fi, and scrapbooking... anybody know what it means when you dream about your ex? I love my boyfriend so much it grosses people out, so it's annoying when you dream about an ex. And it's more annoying when the dream doesn't just GO AWAY. (And it wasn't sexy, pervs) Anyways, why if I'm so so so so happy with my dream man would I dream about an ex? I hate it, it makes me feel guilty and annoyed.

Lastly... I need to post this cute little quiz for some challenge points over at Sweet Shoppe...

What Your Fridge Says About You

You like to be surrounded by things you love. You aren't exactly greedy, but you can be materialistic at times. You are not careful with your money. In fact, you rarely think about how much you are spending. You don't tend to be a very adventurous person, but you do surprise everyone now and then. You have a bit of a wild side. You try to be responsible, but you don't always succeed. Your heart is in the right place though. You are likely single - and spending many nights alone at home.

What Do the Contents of Your Refrigerator Say About You?

Sci-Fi Friday

Woo-hoo!! Another week gone by and we're back to Sci-Fi Friday!! Possible Battlestar Spoilers below. You have been warned.




Recap from last week... how much does the hybrid suck?? I mean all those jumps made me motion sick. Gaius is a weenie, but thank god he's not a dead weenie. Josh was disappointed as hell when the centurion that Gaius was busy converting to his theology was blown to bits.

And how cute was Adama's response to Roslin when she got back??

And seriously, only Jane Espenson could have made that relationship between Helo and the random 8 as complicated as that. That was just ookie. It's seriously like he's married to the whole line.

In case you guys all don't know... my boy, Helo (Tahmoh Penikett)will have a main role in Joss Whedon's Dollhouse. Can I just tell you how frackin' excited I am???

Josh and I have been playing catch up to this season's Doctor Who. (Another tall freckled boy that has my heart) We watched the new Steven Moffat episode, and he's just so awesome. I love Ray Davies, but I'm so glad Steve will be taking over the franchise in 2010, he really really gets his audience. Plus... The Doctor's Daughter?? How cute was she???

Speaking of the Doctor... I'm supposed to blog about where I would want to vacation for a Sweet Shoppe Challenge. (No, it's not weird, you guys, it's one of my scrapbooking sites...)

And to use a nice segue since it's here... I'd love love love-ity love to go to London, Wales, and Scotland. Who can hook a sister up?? They film most of Doctor Who and Torchwood in Wales... and Scotland is where Harry Potter came from. So... yes, Edinburgh, pretty high on my list. I need to take my completely nerdy Doctor Who/Harry Potter tour.

And yes... as a matter of fact, I will be on the look out for a Blue Police Call Box... thank you very much.

Okay, As Promised, New Yorick Pics

Serious business nap time... he passed out while playing by the window in our bedroom...
he's never done that before.
Josh threatened that if he did again, he's going to draw on his face.

No Phin Yet

Okay, so I was stubborn and didn't go to the hospital, and I got the bleeding to stop. =)
Josh is mad right now because it's so difficult to keep the house clean with a 1-year-old and me on bedrest, and his 40 hour a week job... he's like a single mom. It totally fracks with my head when he's pissed.

I took some pictures of Yorick today, but, as usual... my stupid laptop is disinterested in recognizing the memory card, so I can't get them to load.

>.< I'll work on it some more and come back later to post the pics. Oh! And Yorick has been saying baw-baw in reference to his ball, like when I ask him to go get the ball. So, it's official, I've decided that's a word, god damn it. So he says, mama, dada, ba-ba (bottle) and baw-baw, and still signs when he's hungry... which is good, otherwise we'd let him starve to death.

For my Sweet Shoppe challenge, I need to blog about my favorite summer activity... which I might have to admit is hibernating... but I'll come up with something better. I love taking Yorick to the pool, he's so cute and amazed by the big "bath". I really like warm pools in the shade, I'm not a fan of cold water, or the sun beating down on me, so it makes me really miss the lanai covered pools of Florida. =( I want the boys to grow up trying to "break the guinness record for how long anyone has stayed in a pool" like my sister and I used to do when we were little.

If it gets too hot, we do like to break out the ice shaver machine we save for margaritas and have snowball fights. ;)

Here we go again...

I've been home a couple of days from the hospital and I'm bleeding again. Pretty bad this time. Like... I'm sitting here trying to use the force to make it stop so I don't have to have a c-section today. (I want Josh to have the opportunity to be there when his second son is born and I'm only 32 weeks!)

I'm a little bit more freaked out as it was a lot worse this time than it has been in the past... but I'm going to give it an hour to stop, as both my previous bleeds stopped within the hour last time.

Please guys... use the Force, make this stop.

Okay, seriously, folks...

AND, how much does this suck??

Things I Get Out of this Cushy Prison For:

That's right, cylons and viper pilots, it's BSG Friday. I didn't post anything last week because Lee Adama isn't worth a report. That was a horrible episode, sound off if you agree. And Husker just sittin' out there waiting for Roslin to come back seems a little retarded to me.

Sci-Fi Friday News

So, my love informed me last month of Peter Berg's intention to direct another Dune. Don't get me wrong, I love Peter Berg... he was awesome in Shocker. (hahahahahahaha) And I really liked Very Bad Things, which was his directorial debut. I know there are a lot of Friday Night Lights fans out there, but I hear there's no time or space travel in football so I opted to skip it.

Peter Berg directing Dune might not be the most "stellar" idea. *sorry sorry sorry*

And NOW... I find out that fracking Brian Herbert and Kevin J "I LOVE to fuck with beloved franchises" Anderson are co-producing.

kill me now.

Seriously... someone fetch me that gorram Bene Gesserit Pain Box and put me out of my miesry before the real pain begins.

Ultrasound Today aka Placenta Watch '08

We went back to the PEP lab today and I met yet another doctor... I don't officially "have" a doctor. And... she thinks that my placenta is pretty firmly rooted over my cervix. =/

So... they don't think it's moving any time soon. They want me on bedrest for 4 more weeks until they take Phin out by cesarean. I have another ultrasound on the 20th.

It's really hard staying in bed, especially when I feel fine. I'm hoping JJ can come up and stay with me until my surgery, it'll be nice to see her and the boys before they move so very far away from the world.

Waiting For A Preemie...

I don't think anything can prepare you for the knowledge that... no matter how hard you try, you're not going to be able to carry your baby to term.

I've been to the hospital twice in the last week, once for two nights and once for one. They think if I make it to 34 weeks, we'll be doing awesome, their description, not mine. =(

34 weeks is far from awesome. In fact, you can't even catch a bus to Awesome from there.

I'm on bedrest now, I mean, serious, in your face, just shower and go to the bathroom bedrest. How do I explain that to Yorick? I feel like a failure.

The house is a mess, poor Josh... and I'm an anxious wreck, though I do a pretty good job of hiding it. I mostly sit here and scrap, because it gives my brain something to do besides think about not bleeding.

I'm going back to being a Professional Scrapbook Designer, but I am going to be at least doubling my prices. I can't think about what I would pay for my work, I have to think about what I'm worth, and what other people will pay me for it. The nurses at the hospital were gobsmacked when they saw my work and were asking me for business cards... so, I'll be more than happy to oblige upon my next visit.

I feel like I'm going a little crazy, of course. I'm sure Josh does, too. He's been staying home and working and I can't tell you how much it helps us keep Phin cooking a little longer, but I can't help but worry for the security of this job that he really loves. He now sees things a little differently, from the "with Yorick 24/7" front, which... I'm a little glad about. At least now he knows where I've been the past year and a half.

Yorick is good, but he's whining and demanding like most toddlers. He still isn't speaking, but I refuse to freak out over it. He'll talk when he has something to say.

A bunch of you have asked if you can get me anything to help me pass the times, books or whatnot... I have a Kaboodle list you can check out... it's 99% Scrapbook gift certificates, just because I've become a junkie, and that's really all I do... if I tried to read from here, I'd just go nuts.
I'll also add that Kaboodle link to my links list for future reference, too.

Anyways, here are a few of my recent pages that I thought I'd show off... and I apologize for not posting for so long... I promise, I'm back.

Last Night's BSG... (spoilers)

So Josh and I have speculating for awhile on the repercussions of Raptor and Centurion cognizance and Viva La Revolucion! Anywho... I digress...


So it's totally obvious that Adama and Roslin are now doing it, I mean, why else would she turn into such a shrew so quickly? (And was it me, or did he seem totally embarrassed that she missed Starbuck while standing 3 feet in front of her?)

James Callis is the man. I think he has pretty much slept with everyone on the show except Mary and Grace. Everytime we see people having sex on this show and they haven't shown their faces, you have to assume one of them is Baltar. Which is incredible considering the source of his character:



I was going to assume that Helo was the new CAG until it seemed he was going to be joining Kara on the trip to Earth. Which... hello?! This is why Adama is 10x better than Roslin... her goal is to get to Earth, they might be going the wrong way and she doesn't want to risk the fleet if it's an ambush, so why the fuck didn't she think to send a ship on it's own? The man has to nail her and think of all the reasonable alternatives, too? No wonder she keeps getting cancer.

Speaking of Roslin... I, personally, think she's the final Cylon. Why, you ask? Because she's sharing dreams with two other cylons and a dingbat. (I love him deeply, but Gaius is a god damned nimrod who Gumps his way through life.)

And it looks like next week we're finally going to address the issue that Hera isn't the only half-cylon, half-human baby, but that Guilt-Generated baby Nikki Tyrel is as well. FINALLY! GEEZ.

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Battlestar Friday!!

Yayyyyyyyyyyyy!!! New epi of BSG tonight... so we get to hear Starbuck continue her quest to be a BackFleet driver...

"YOU'RE GOING THE WRONG WAY!!!!"

I'll post my thoughts after midnight tonight. Josh and I are TiVo/DVR deprived, so I wait until the midnight showing of BSG so I can watch it with my SkinJob of Love. (He gets off work at the normal viewing time of 10pm, so he's usually on the way home while it's on.)

I watched American Idol Gives Back this week, so I searched for a charity I could really get behind... I think this is for a good cause, and would help millions of toasters in need. Please give all you can:




Isn't is adorable how it's standing in front of a Meat Market??

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Yorick's New Doctor

I love love love-ity love Yorick's new doctor. She's really rad, she doesn't care one whit that Yorick still sleeps in our bed, and she agreed to let us set our own immunization schedule, since Yorick isn't in daycare. She's going to split up his MMR, he'll get his measles part of it when he's 2, and the mumps/rubella part when he starts kindergarten!! Does she rawk or what???

He got a Prevnar shot yesterday and let out a blast of disagreement until he noticed the nifty new Snoopy bandaid attached to his thigh, then the shot was forgotten.

Today we were supposed to be cleaning the house when I decided to put the scarf from Josh's shinai on Yorick's head... this completely tickled Josh and he ran to get his shinai for a photo op.

Our little shodan:



And then after lunch today (it was messy which is why he's naked), I put him down for a nap in our bed, unaware of the trap he would lay for me. I laid down next to him until he fell asleep, but he fell asleep holding onto my necklace! He couldn't outdo the master, though, and I took it off, leaving him holding it while he slept.

I couldn't resist:



As an addendum, there was a hit and run outside my apartment just minutes ago! Somebody slammed into the back of some girl's car, and took off, apparently. (I was peeking through the window blinds, as I inherited legitimately from my grandmother.)

And THIS is how much I've changed, people!! I actually contemplated going down and seeing if she was okay and taking her some water or something.

But then I thought, "Nah, I'm still in my jim-jams."

So... not that much, you still have your Bryn.

What to do, what to do...

I know, I know, don't be aghast in horror but I like digital scrapbooking. I just didn't know where I fit into it... I discovered that I don't much like doing it for other people as much, so I've decided to nip that in the bud. Besides a few gifts here and there (and yes, Mike and Leslie, I have started back to work on your wedding album after I got severely burnt out), I'm just going to work on books for our two boys. Whom I don't scrap enough about.

So, I have given it some thought and realized, my god... I really hate bad kits. I'd really like to start getting into the design aspect of it. It would be a good creative outlet for me... as Josh won't let me Shabby Chic any room in the house ever. So... I may be getting back into digiscrapping, but not on the end of... hey, tell everyone you know I make scrapbooks for money... because I wasn't making hardly anything on those at all... they would have to be $500 books to make it worth my time and effort. And nobody is going to buy a $500 scrapbook.

Of course, knowing me, this will all change in two weeks. I have the attention span of a gnat these days.

Yorick is going to meet his new pediatrician tomorrow, I'll update afterwards. I'm actually excited, there's nothing I love more than talking about my son with someone who actually has to listen.

No More Snail Mail Submissions?

So there's a site called Creative Byline that seems like it could be worth any of my writer friends while. It seems it is trying to hook up publishers with writers via online submissions (which they charge you for)... now while this sounds like an awesome idea... spending money on stamps versus the $19 submission fee they charge just to get the same Form Rejection Letter, might sting a bit more.

For all of those of you who knew me during my, "I'm going to sell my book!" phase... you know that I started collecting those various rejection letters, and while, yes, waiting for months and months just to get those letters hurts you in ways only writers know... it's still not $19 a pop. I might be wrong, it might be just $19 for your manuscript and they'll send it to your list of potential editors, which might be worth my while... but if it's individually... forget it... we're not called starving artists for nothing.

Anyways, please, if you write... and I'm hoping maybe one of my writer ex-boyfriends is stalking me just for this post alone, use it and let me know... I have given up all hope on publishing... it seems writing is easy, selling is not.

But... more to the point, what a frakkin' awesome idea... IF they can pull the publishers over to the digital side. They're a pretty stodgy lot, them.

Of Malls and Playlands

So my son has a passion for Mall Playlands. This one is very similar to the one we frequented in Orange County, so he didn't pay it much difference, it was definitely all the same to him. With maybe the exception of the rubber playmat floor, which made him feel the need to crawl often, so he could feel it on his hands.

Of course, he came down with a fever the day after our Playland visit, only strengthening our resolve not to put him in daycare. Damned sickie babies.

Anyways, here's a few pics from our trip... including one of him salivating over the prospect just before:



He loves the cars in this play area a lot better because he can get in and out of them himself, which he couldn't at the one in Orange County:





He frequently tries to run out and into the mall, which is why I bring my "wrangler" with me (Josh is young and full of energy):



Loves his daddy so damned much:



I just love this pic, I don't know why:



You can't catch me!!



The natural light by the playhouse:



What happens when Daddy is in charge of the bath after ravioli:



And I thought this was hilarious... this is the half second before a sneeze:



He's a character.

And I think he likes the mall because he can pick up chicks.

And the shoes... oh god, does he love to grab the other kids' shoes.

We're deeply concerned.

Worst Mother of the Year Award Goes To...

Me.

Serious business. I just cut off the top of my child's finger with his baby nailclippers. Which I have been telling everyone from day one, aren't a good idea for me to fiddle with.

After clawing my face this morning, I thought, "I guess his nails need a trim." Do not attempt this without a bright source of light. To my horror, he began bleeding, he didn't make much fuss about it, but one of my constant sources of anxiety had just come to fruition! I quickly popped his finger in my mouth and ran to the bathroom door where Josh was sitting on the throne. I yelled through the door, "JOSH! I JUST CUT HIS FINGER!!"

Of course, in typical Josh fashion, he replies, "Well, why'd you do that?" It will be the Zombie Apocalypse and he'll have some smart-assey response for me.

It bled and bled and he pulled off bandaids, and then gauze and tape, until Josh just had to whip out his Boy Scout First Aid Training:



I am the Worst Mother EVAR [sic].

Charity Navigator

Do you, like me, want to be sure that all those tampons you donate to girls missing out on school in Africa aren't going to some strip club in Fargo, North Dakota?

Well, Charity Navigator is your answer!! I <3 this site so much! It does all of the research for you and even gives you donating tips, and it separates your Animal Abuse charities from your Elderly Abuse charities!

Seriously, this is a gorgeous site and makes you really want to go out there and paint a house. Make sure it's someone who needs it and isn't the lazy guy down the street whose back pain is only alleviated by Budweiser. You know the guy... he can't drive a forklift for medical reasons, but rides his Harley to go cash his monthly check.

Ahem. Anyways, please go check this site out. I've found some really neat charities here, and don't think that it's always about money, charities can use your help by donating your time and spreading a little buzz about them, so go find a good one today!!

Moses, Moses, Moses

Charlton Heston died last night.
He will be missed...





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