Someone tell me it's ok?

We had our 6 week check-up at the doctor today. I didn't think anything was wrong what-so-ever with little Mason, but evidently there is. You know I hate that they tell you these things and then say "oh, but don't worry." Right. Mason is everything to me and I don't know what I'd do if something was wrong (frig, I admit that I cried when they took his blood...)

You see, apparently Mason should be somewhere around the 11 pound mark by now and he's only 8.9lbs. The doctor was concerned with the lack of 'grabbable' fat. Pair this with his height and head circumference being slightly below what he had expected and you get a worried mommy. I asked the doctor about him wanting to feed (nurse) every 1-1.5 hours the other day and he said not to worry, it's probably a growth spurt. Then he pulls the little man out and does the check-up and suddenly I have to supplement formula in to try to fatten him up. Who knew something from me wouldn't be fat enough! We go back in 2 weeks to see his weight gain and hopefully get his shots (he can't get them if he doesn't gain the weight). I wish it ended there. Mommy worry turned to worry+alarm+small breakdown in car when the doctor found a heart murmur and said he was going to refer him to a pediatric cardiologist to be checked out. He says it's just to be sure that everything is okay, but in my mind if you pair that up with the lack of 'adequate' weight gain, then maybe there is something wrong with my baby. Is a murmur serious?
I talked to a friend of mine with a son who was born the same weight to see what he weighed at 6 weeks (is it bad to compare?) and to use her for her ability to calm me down. I also talked to my friend K so I could cry a little and just have her listen to my probably insane ramblings. She called her mom and found out that her brother had the same thing as a baby and he's fine and it never limited him.
I guess I just need to hear that it will be okay and that it's probably nothing and that I'm not failing my son as his mother...

Mason was one month back on the 14th. Already! He's now almost 6 weeks and keeping me verrrry busy!
After all the wonderful comments about my boobs and a lovely suggestion from G-man, I'm seriously considering a comparative shot of the girls! hahaha Like Hippychic said: Happy baby, Happy Hubby!

Here's the happy baby at one month:

I think he knows he's going to get a bath...and he's about to give me a big pout!

Chillin in his chair! I took the straps off to show off one of many outfits that the bestest Auntie Hippychic sent!!

Mason trying to "rock the hawk" like his favourite cousin Will!

You know your boobs are big when....

While I was (very) pregnant, I had to buy a new winter jacket to fit over my stomach. I ended up getting one that was a lovely shade of green...a little on the 'bright' side. I joked about looking like a tank, but Hella said it better. She said I looked like a giant snowpea. I affectionately refer to my coat as the snowpea now ("honey, can you grab the snowpea for me?"). Now that the belly is gone, I wanted to go back to my regular (and more stylish) winter coat. I put it on and went to zip it up and low and behold, it was rather snug around the 'girls'. Snug enough that I could hear my mother saying "just because you can get it on doesn't mean it fits!" (a lesson many more people should listen to). Sadly, I hung it back up and returned to the snowpea.
Lord love a duck I think they enter the room before I do!

So yeah..the whole point of this? My boobs are big and I still look like a giant snowpea.

I think I'd like Stacey and Clinton from TLC's What Not to Wear and Gok from How to Look Good Naked to do me over. Not in that way. Perverts.

I want to learn how to dress better for my 'shape' (round is a shape) especially as I try to get back into some kind of shape after having Mason.

So please feel free to nominate me. Perhaps I'll start dressing like complete trash to encourage those around me to get me help. I'm going to go dig up my ol' stirrup pants and some over-sized shirts (hmmm shoulder pads?) and some sexy loafers or something....

Help me out!

Mason has a lot of family and friends who live far away. Most are in B.C. I want to start a blog especially for Mason so people can check up and see how he's doing and see recent pictures. I want to keep it completely separate from this blog and A Pea in the Pod . I really don't want anyone stumbling across this blog in particular. Sooooo I need some creative ideas for a name for this blog.
Any ideas? You guys came through with naming Cleetus the fetus, so I have high expectations!

When all is said and done, I will leave a link there for anyone who feels so inclined to check it out.

I was watching some Barrett-Jackson car auction (I don't know if I even have the name right. All I know is I never have control of the remote and I've watched countless hours of car shows!) the other day and a car sold for 5 million dollars, setting a record. It blows my mind that these people have this much money to 'blow' on cars for personal collections. The guy who bought this car is a 'regular' and I've seen him before. He buys all the time and is really hard to out-bid. I turned to Mr. Sass and wondered aloud if that guy would pay me 5 million dollars for my Neon. The response? "He has a car collection, not a wrecking yard."
Gee thanks. I nearly died. Good thing I did all those Kegal exercises or I would have peed my pants a little. Mr. One-liner these days. That one goes right up there with his loving comment about me in labour. Apparently I should be thankful (as he is) that I wasn't one of those really nasty, sweaty women after hours of labour. I think he should be thankful he's not the one giving birth damn it, especially if he values those pearly whites of his.
Anyhoo...sleep calls me name.
Cheers!

Happy New Year!!

It's been tradition since Mr. Sass and I have been together (almost 15 years!) that something always goes wrong with our New Years Plans, or they just suck altogether. Last year with Hella and Exile was pretty good, but this year was by far the best. For an over-rated holiday, I was beyond content staying at home in my jammies. At the stroke of mid-night (and yes, Hella I WAS awake!) I had my son in my arms and my husband by my side. Nothing beats having that little angel asleep on my chest! The perfect way to ring in the new year (okay a glass of wine would have been nice too)!

I'm starting the year by being grateful for all the wonderful blessings I have. I have incredible family and friends, a wonderful husband and the most beautiful son. Last year at this time I never would have thought I'd be a mom. Dreams do come true!

I told you I got the best Christmas present ever!

Mason's Christmas outfit. The tuque was waaaaaaay to big!

I couldn't resist....

I hope everyone has a very happy new year! I hope that 2008 brings you all that you wish for and more.

Muah!!

I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas! I know ours was extra special this year. I still have to take some pictures off our camera, but it seems that we are being inundated with visitors and having to go visit family. I don't mind at all, but I'm tired now! I can't even blame little Mason for this fatigue!

We're looking forward to a visit from Auntie Hella and Exile tomorrow! I wonder if Exile will bite the bullet and hold Mason?

In other news, Mason's "bebo" fell off yesterday. I was asked if I was going to keep it. That is nasty. No way jose! I can't believe 2 weeks has already passed...*sigh*

Typing with one hand takes a lot longer....

Wow..time really is flying by! I can't believe it's already the 23rd! Little Mason keeps us busy. That said, he's such a good boy. He hardly makes a peep. He wakes to eat then goes right back to sleep. I hope it continues this way! He's such a good snuggler. He gets right in there, sighs, and is down for the count. Like crazy new parents, we've been taking lots of pictures too.

We've had our worry this past week too. I knew something wasn't right, and at a Dr's appointment we had, the doctor confirmed that I needed to supplement with some formula because Mason was getting dehydrated. My milk hadn't come in yet and I was wondering how long this little one could go on colostrum. In any event, he's much better and I only had to supplement for about a day and a half. Really...who are we kidding? Once my milk came in, we were all set! Just look at the size of my guns...hehe

Here's a couple pics..just cuz I know Mackey is stalking. It makes us feel special :)

2 days old...this is the only thing that remotely fits! He's swimming in everything! We went out and bought preemie diapers and a couple sleepers! I know he'll grow fast though!

Snuggling with daddy...and yes we do actually put clothes on him!

After a bath :)

More soon!!

I'm a Mommy!

...and Hella owes Mackey some Timmies!

It's a boy!!

Mason Glen Martin
December 14th at 4:02 pm
6lbs, 14 oz

19 inches

I'm alive and well and appreciated all the well wishes and thoughts being sent our way. I'll post again soon and probably overdue it with pictures too.
Love you all!

Man...I'm so in love with this little guy!!

Hey Mackey - Hella wants to bet you $10 in Timmies gift certificates that I'm having a girl. You game?!?!

Tomorrow's the day I guess...wowzers! I can't wait to share the news!!

So much to do, so little time.....

The good, the bad and the ugly...

Yeah..I'm not really sure what fits in where with that title, but I really don't give a rat's ass at this point.

I finally put some pictures up from one of the baby showers I had a couple weeks ago. I don't have any from the other ones though :( I'm hoping some of my loving friends will email me some soon!

I had a fall on Friday, but everything is okay. I went to be checked out to be sure. It's just a very sore tail bone and wrist now. As long as the little one is okay I don't care about anything else.

We've managed to finish 95% of our Christmas shopping, now if only I could get Mr. Sass to bring up the tree! Argh!

Here's a 9 and a half month picture of me, since some of you are quite relentless at asking for pictures! Sorry, Os, I have my clothes on (trust me, it's better that way!). We finally got a new camera yesterday too! Woo hoo! I can take pictures again!

I purposely didn't crop the 'undesirable' parts out, and I left Mr. Cooper in. He's always at my side anyway. Main points: I'm big and I've 'dropped'..and oh yeah...that's what my feet look like!

I'm still here and I'm still pregnant.

We've got quite a bit of snow lately and I'm secretly (maybe not so secretly) glad I can't be out there shoveling it. I did feel bad watching Mr. Sass spend over an hour digging us out, but what could I do except have a hot tea and a snack waiting for him when he came back in? After one big snow fall we were on our way out and noticed a few neighbours out. What struck us was that at several different houses along the street you could see abandoned snow blowers in the middle of clear driveways while several neighbours congregated at one house having a few beers in the garage. This was the case at several houses!

It's times like these that I'm proud to be Canadian!


*Maybe if Mr. Sass is good then Santa will bring him a snowblower and he too can join this club of drunken blowers.

Am I just Paranoid?

First things first: Yesterday was Hella's bit 3-0!!! Go wish her a good one!

The other day I got a strange call. It was some guy, sounded fairly young. He started out by saying he wasn't going to try to sell me anything. Good because I don't need anything. He slurred some name of an alarm company and then proceeded to ask if I, or anyone, would be home the next day after lunch for someone to come by and show us this alarm system and how it worked. He could even just drop some information off. No pressure.

Red Flag.

He wants to know if someone will be home on a weekday afternoon and if we are interested in an alarm system. If I say no, no one will be home and we don't need an alarm, then he has some dangerous information. How do I know he isn't some creep canvasing the area to see what houses to break into?! Tis the time of year for people to do some desperate things right? I quickly cut him off and said we weren't interested because we already have an alarm system. He wanted to know if it was actually in use and if the house was constantly monitored. I told him yes, absolutely, and we also have a 150 pound dog who would rip the face off anyone trying to come in the house, so between the 2 measures, I thought the house was pretty darn safe and secure. He just hung up.

It could have been legit, but I'm not taking chances. The whole tone of the call was too shady. So I may have mentioned it to the police, just for interest sake, when I called to book an appointment to have my car seat checked. You just never know.

Side note: a small apology to my dog Cooper. I gave him an extra 50 pounds, but I wasn't joking about his mean side....just ask the refrigerator repair man...

I got a lovely Christmas card today in the mail. It was our first one. Too bad it's from someone who don't even know. They have a nice looking family...but fucked if I know who they are!

An update...

I see it's been awhile! Things kind of got a little hairy around here for awhile (and no this won't be yet another reference to some hairy crotch in a birthing video). Here's what's been going on (Cliff Notes version):

*I'm all showered out! My co-workers gave me a great (baby) shower on Wednesday. I thought I better specify it was a baby shower before anyone thought we had a massive bubble bath or something together. We got lots of really great stuff. Then on Sunday, my close friends gave me a shower! This time I was surprised! I got spoiled...and so did the baby!

*However, after some issues with my blood pressure, I ended up in the hospital on Sunday night. They did some tests (baby is fine!) and then when my pressure came down to a more normal level, they let me come home since I was going to see my doctor the next day. When I saw her she put me off work for a minimum of 48 hours to see if I could keep it down. I had to go for more tests yesterday and they all looked good. She said I could try work today. I did. Sadly, by 10:30 my bp was way up again and I felt like shit. It's not worth it. I'm done work now. 2 weeks earlier then anticipated, but I have to take care of myself and the wee one. I'll be back to visit the kidlets, since they really have no idea that I'm gone for good now. I have some serious guilt about that.

*Our digital camera has crapped out. What a time! We can still take some pictures when it wants to be nice...but we need a new one: Fast! So if any secret Santa wants to hook us up that would be great....

I think that's the gist of it now. Now that I have some more 'down' time I'll be hanging around again.

Seether! Seether! Seether!

So Hella texts me today at work. I send the kids out for recess and then nearly go into labour. Seether is coming to Toronto for 2 shows in January!!!!!
Ummmmmm hello?!?! I said SEETHER!! One of my favourite bands!!!!!

I wonder if I'll be able to make it. Wonder if I'll feel like it....I wonder...

Shit. I was hoping for a spring/summer concert!!

I wonder what is more depressing. Waking up for work and it still being dark out, or now with the time change, heading home and it being dark out.

Hmmmmm

Cooper is 5!

My little puppy is 5 now!

I'd say he's one whole paw...but dogs don't have thumbs. I made him a pancake for breakfast and then he got a new "baby" for a gift. This one is a "jumbo baby" though. It's the size of a (fuzzy) basketball with a head and some legs. I think it's a pig. It's so big he can't actually squeeze it to make it honk. He has to put it into his mouth and then bash it against the floor.

Good times.
I think I'm one of those silly and somewhat pathetic pet owners. Cut me some slack, I didn't make him a real cake or anything.
There was no time.