2-piece

Tomorrow morning I have to go and take an Echo Cardio Stress test. Today the hospital called to give me directions:

- no food or water 4 hours previous
- no heart medication
- comfortable shoes (it's a treadmill test)
- comfortable, 2-piece clothing.

That last one made me chuckle....those directions just suggest that someone came to do their treadmill run in some one-piece get-up. ha. Fortunately for everyone, I will not be wearing my shiny purple unitard tomorrow.

And for all those concerned, I'm taking the test because I infrequently experience brief moments of chest pain. The Dr. doesn't think it's anything serious (no heart attack) but we're doing a test just to see what's going on in their. I'm not too worried...mostly just embarrassed to do the test.

Peeeeyooo

"Smells like a horsey in here." That's what Andrew said after we changed his diaper today. Woo-wee. I guess it's time to potty train....then at least only the bathroom will smell like a horsey.

Halloween

My last posting was so serious...I thought I'd better add something a little more fun. So here it is...our Halloween picture. I was a Price is Right contestant, Brian was a Hawaiian tourist, Andrew a giraffe, and Eric a bee.

I'm just not that hippy in my mind! Must have been the camera angle. :(

Staying at Home

Tonight we discussed "Pope Joan" at book club. We had an interesting conversation on women. Before becoming a Stay at Home Mom, I knew what I wanted: I wanted to be a Stay at Home Mom. That was the goal. I knew it would be a lot of work and that I wouldn't have a lot of time for myself. I knew the days were filled with doing laundry, negotiating 2-year-olds, and over-tired babies. Yet, I think I expected to feel so much different while doing these tasks. (Not to mention, I thought I'd be good at it all!)

Surprise, surprise. This feels way different. Not all bad, of course, just different.

One of the women at book club said she read something about mother's expecting to feel 100% fulfilled, 100% of the time. I've been thinking about that....I think I've expected to have some sort of warm, fuzzy, motherly feeling. And once in a while I do -- when I'm reading a book with Andrew, or making Eric laugh. But I must admit that most of the time I feel tired. Very, very tired.

And surprise, surprise....Eric has woken up (10 hours too early.) He must have sensed my contemplative, feel-sorry-for myself mood and is going to distract me from it.

Creativity (or lack of)

It seems that "blogs" are the new thing -- well, not really new, but new among my friends that keep asking me if I blog. So I started thinking about it a few weeks ago, but wondered if I really have the creativity to make it interesting. So yesterday when someone asked me if I blogged, i decided I'd give it a try. Sometimes I have too much to say...why not put it in writing?

So then I sign up to start a blog, and immediately have to answer 2 questions to enunciate my lack of creativity: my username and blog title. I tried to think creatively, but in the end I decided not to fake it. My username: CP, my initials. Brilliant. My blog title: Carol Poelman Blog. I even forgot to make it possessive and grammatically correct. We can pretend it's because I was being creative. (Like my internet carrier who uses the creative slogan: "Simply the Bestest." Totally bugs me.)

Later, I'll attach pictures, which is probably what most people want to see. Now I must read while the kids are asleep.