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July Adventures

Nanny Found!

We found a nanny. Much like the previous two, we hired the very first/only person we interviewed. I must be very good at going through candidates and choosing who to interview.

She feels like a mix of our two previous nannies which is great. Colette took to her right away which is even better. Here we are on week two of her employment and she keeps coming back, so that must be a good sign as well ūüôā

The one thing that’s different this time is that we’re doing it all legit in the tax department. It’s more expensive and a total hassle, but I think everyone feels a little better knowing it’s all legal. Actually it isn’t toooo much of a hassle since we’re using Square Payroll services, but the initial paperwork, filing for state and federal employer numbers, etc… that’s the hassle.

Weekend in Atlanta

Last weekend, Cory and I had tickets to see one of our favorite bands (Brand New) in Atlanta. So naturally, we spent the weekend at my dad’s. ¬†We had a good time going to the movies (The Secret Life of Pets) and Barnes and Noble, and of course, eating. Colette loved the movie. I loved the movie too, but it was likely the loudest movie I’ve ever been in. It rivaled the concert we went to.

The concert was great too. Unfortunately it was outdoors at an amphitheater and a solid two million degrees outside, but the heat dissipated soon after the sun set. And it gave me plenty of reason to slurp down a frozen lemonade and like 20 waters.

It very well may have been the last time we’ll ever see Brand New live, and that makes me very sad. It’s like the end of an era. The show we saw happened to fall on the lead singer’s birthday and his little family and bandmates all came out to sing happy birthday. ¬†He has a cute little girl who’s probably about 6 months old named Bowie. Lovely and adorable.

Cory isn’t too much of a concert-goer, but I sure am. Not much I like more than a good concert (and sleeping in freshly washed sheets… and laminating things).

Prenatal Check up/ Glucose Test

I had a prenatal check up the Monday after we got back from Atlanta. It was the dreaded glucose test day. Luckily this time I knew in advance, and opted not to eat an entire box of Cap’n Crunch for breakfast. I passed with flying colors this time. No 3-hour test for me.

My pelvic pain cleared up a ton as well. I didn’t even mention it to my doctor. After I wrote the post about how terrible it was, I switched from my big memory foam body pillow, to my Snoogle. The difference was unbelievable. I still have issues when side stepping and some looseness, but it’s no where near as bad.

Of course now that I’ve rid myself of that pain, I feel like I may have pulled something in my lower abdomen making beds yesterday. You win some, you lose some. I pulled out my KT tape that I generally use for running and taped up my belly in hopes of alleviating¬†some of that stress.

HOLD THE PHONE! I’ve failed to mention that some how we are OFFICIALLY in the THIRD trimester now. I don’t even know where the time is going. I’ll be 29 weeks on Friday.

House Things

We also had a couple of showings on our house this past weekend! A lady from Texas came up on Friday to look at several places because she got a job up here. She loved our land and the only she didn’t like about the house was the seriously not Texas-sized closets. Can’t say I blame her there.

Oh! And I should mention that on Thursday, I took Max (our Weimaraner) out on a leash to use the bathroom because we had some painters finishing up our side porch. (Usually he roams free.) Anyhow, it got incredibly windy to the point where I was pretty sure a giant tree was about to come down on the side of the house. And as I was thinking that, about 20 feet behind were I was standing with Max, this happened:

tree down
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t probably pee myself a little. For size reference, where the split starts at the bottom is about 6 feet high.

Cory attacked it the next day by-golly if it isn’t almost completely cleaned up now.

The second showing was for a guy who’s been asking a lot of questions the last couple of weeks. Questions you generally wouldn’t ask about a property until after you’ve seen it or thought seriously about purchasing it. The showing was scheduled at 2 on Saturday so we were out of the house running errands¬†and such when we got a call from our realtor that the guy wanted to meet us. Well, alright then. Cory and I placed our bets on the type of person it would be. Older, big truck like Donnie’s (Cory’s momma’s man). And we were pretty spot on. He even had a pipe fitter sticker on his truck. He’s originally from upstate New York where his family and owned a dairy farm and he’d been living in the Nashville area for roughly the last 20 years. He asked a lot of questions about the well water and pump, the leaching field lines, the updates we’ve done and why we wanted to leave such a great place, and about a lot of the updates we’ve done.

Cory and I are cautiously optimistic that we’ll at least get an offer in the next few days. Whether or not it would be at all acceptable is a whole ‘nother animal.

I think that brings us to today and well, not a whole lot has happened today. Unless you count the grocery store trip I took. My advice is to never go to the grocery store if you’re pregnant hungry. Full disclosure: Pregnant hungry is currently all minutes of the day for me. That would explain the half gallon of ice cream in the freezer and the 5 different types of fruit I got.

Nanny Hunting

Tuesday¬†we received the terrible news that our current nanny will be leaving us in two weeks. While I’m very sad that someone who’s been a part of our family life for nearly two years will be leaving, never to return, I’m also a little frustrated at the very little time I have to find someone else to take on such a huge role. I understand that two weeks is standard notification time for leaving a job, but it just doesn’t seem right in this situation. We had no indication that she was even looking for something that was more full time. As far as we knew she was planning to stay through the arrival of number two.

As an employer, I understand. As a mom, I do not.

Nanny searching feels like the¬†bane of my existence. As soon as I got home from the grocery store Tuesday, I logged into my long since forgotten account and posted a job listing. Today, just shy of 48 hours later, I have 17 applicants. It’s hard to wade through so many profiles. I have a deep respect for anyone who has to hire people on a regular basis.¬†Going back through my other nanny job listings, it looks like our first was open for about three weeks with 14 applicants, and our second was open the same length of time with 28 applicants.

In my two previous nanny searches we were lucky enough to find great fits with the very first person we interviewed in person. I guess that makes me a good judge of resume skills. I’m hoping it’s the same for this third time around, but I’m not holding my breath.

The applicants have been pretty varied this time, but I think a lot of them are college students looking for a summer job. I love that they’re in school, but now that Coco has school of her own in the fall, our schedule isn’t quite as flexible as it used to be. (Application #18 just zinged in.)

And then, of course, you have those who mention nothing about themselves aside from the fact that they love kids; those who have a blatant disregard for spelling and grammar; and those who are 18 with 10 years of experience. I’m in no way suggesting these people are incapable of taking care of my child, and in fact, they may be the best nannies out there. I’m just saying these aren’t the applicants that I personally look for.

Who knows. Maybe I’ll run into Nanny McPhee or Mary Poppins, or as a friend suggested, Mrs. Doubtfire and our nanny woes will be over.

OH! Of course I forgot to mention I did agree to meet/interview one of the applicants already. That will hopefully be set up for Tuesday-ish of next week. I’ll be sure to let everyone know the results.

You’re A Good Mommy

What a sweet sassy little girl we have in Colette. I feel our time with her, and just her, slipping away much more quickly than I would like. I was browsing Pinterest last night and happened across someones pin that broke down which week of pregnancy belongs in which month. I am currently in the middle of month six. MONTH SIX?! Part of me thinks that’s a joke. I have all summer right? Summers are long, hot and slow. Another part of me hits that panic button.

I will be so sad and so happy to see Colette become a big sister. Sad because the selfish part of me wants to keep her an only child forever. She’s so sweet and her little personality just blossoms exponentially everyday. I’m having a hard time coping with the idea that my attention will be very heavily divide when Rosalie arrives. On the other hand, after what I assume will be a not so graceful transition period into a family of four, we’ll find a rhythm that works for us and be able to give attention when and were it’s needed.

For now, I really just want to bask in the rays of sunshine and joy that being a parent to only one child has to offer. I want to remember everything about Colette from this period of time. The pitter patter of her little feet running from her room to our in the morning to get us out of bed. Her happy dances. The way she sings in bed when she wakes up. Her insistence¬†for just “2 minutes” more of play time before bed. The way she wraps her arms around me so tightly, grits her teeth, and says, “You’re a good mommy.” I’m not sure I’ll get too much of that when Rosalie gets here. At least not for a while.

I’m currently reading Waiting for Birdy, by Catherine Newman. It’s a book written from Catherine’s perspective about going from parents of one to parents of two. It seemed pretty relevant to my situation, so I thought, why not. I’m not quite to the parts I want to read about, like “How does one deal with all these feelings,” but I’m hoping it’s in there somewhere.

Our nanny generally works 3 days a week out of our house, where I work my full time job. So on those three days, I’m with little Coco all day in some capacity. This week, since the nanny is on vacation, Colette is hanging out with Grama every day this week. When Grama watches her we generally eat dinner there as well, so when all was said and done tonight, Colette decided she didn’t want to have anything to do with going home with us. I think Cory and I both left with our feelings a little hurt, but realistically, it’s was 30 minutes from¬†bedtime, Cory needed to mow the yard, and I needed to sit and not move (“rest my pelvis”) for a while. And she’s only 3 miles away. Cory and I have a much harder time letting her stay overnight than Colette does. I’m sure she’d stay 5 out of 7 nights a week if we’d allow it.

So tonight I’ll miss checking on her in the monitor, miss her little foot steps in the morning, and miss her running around the house while I run sales reports tomorrow. But I know that her gaining some of that independence from us is better for her in the long run.

Okay, I’ll just go cry in bed now. *Waaah*


Today I decided to take a chance and ask Dr. Google about my pelvic pain. I know I know, risky move as the prognosis¬†could be anything from kittens to death.¬†It turns out that wasn’t the case and I found what I was looking for pretty quickly.

Pelvic Girdle Pain/ Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction. It was like straight up reading a page of my pain diary.

It’s hurts quite a bit to do just about anything today which is what prompted me to ask google. Of course it’s the very day AFTER my OB appointment, so my next isn’t for another 3 weeks and 6 days.¬†I’d like to say that I plan to take it easy over the next few days but the house really needs to be cleaned in the event that someone decides to have a showing while we’re gone this weekend.¬†Fortunately I’ve been able to slowly put things back in their rightful places over the last week, so there’s not too much left to do. It’s also a plus that our nanny asked for the week off so Colette will be at Grama’s all week. An empty house is much easier to clean. If it gets too unbearable by the end of the week I’ll call and set another appointment for the interim period between my regular checkups. But maybe today is a fluke and I’ll feel a little better tomorrow. In the event that’s the case, I’ll just wait it out.

Here are some things copied straight from the bowels of the internet about what I’ve self diagnosed myself with today: (I should also note this is straight from the UK’s WebMD site incase you start wondering why it says trousers vs. pants.)

Being in an unbalanced position can make the pain more noticeable such as when:

  • Standing on one leg (such as when getting dressed)
  • Walking
  • Going upstairs
  • Turning over in bed
  • Moving your legs apart such as when getting out of a car.

The Association for Chartered Physiotherapists in Women’s Health (ACPWH) recommends taking the following actions for coping with PGP:

  • Avoid activities that make pain worse, but be as active as you can within your pain threshold
  • Rest whenever you can
  • Wear supportive, flat shoes
  • Get dressed and undressed in a sitting position – don’t stand on one leg to put on trousers
  • When getting in and out of a car, keep your knees together – you can sit on a plastic bag to help you swivel in the seat
  • Sleep in a comfortable position – a pillow between your legs can make sleeping on your side more comfortable
  • Go up or down the stairs one at a time – go upstairs leading with your less painful leg, but downstairs leading with the most painful one
  • Find a comfortable way to turn over in bed – try keeping your knees together and squeezing your buttocks as you turn over.

If you have PGP, you should avoid the following:

  • Bending or twisting to lift
  • Standing on one leg
  • Sitting or standing for long periods
  • Crossing your legs
  • Squatting
  • Sitting on the floor or in a twisted position
  • Lifting or pushing heavy objects
  • Vacuuming
  • Carrying a baby on one hip
  • Carrying loads in only one hand.

24 Week OB Appointment

Just got home from my 24 week OB appointment and it was, not so surprisingly, normal. Arrive 9am, call me back at 9:10 to take all our money, back out in the lobby at 9:20, called back again a couple minutes later for the usual urine sample, BP and weight check. The¬†nurse then tucked¬†me into a room where my doctor came in almost immediately, listens to Rosalie’s heartbeat, says¬†everything is going perfectly, and I’m out the door and back in my car by 9:30.

Most of my appointments have gone this way this time around. Maybe they put a note in my chart from that appointment I had with Colette where they neglected to check me in at all, then my doctor left and I was just sitting there forever (probably 2 hours or so). I was very angry when I left that day.

Or maybe 9:15 on a Monday is just the time to have an appointment. I’ve noticed the first appointment they take is at 8:30, but I generally don’t see my doctor stroll in until 9ish. So by the time they take me back and get my money and tests, she’s had time to see the first patient, then when I’m done, she’s already ready for me¬†already.

But like I mentioned in that first paragraph, everything went as well as it could. Blood pressure 110/60, weight gain is roughly 8 pounds (though it feels like a solid 20), and Rosalie’s heartbeat is running in the 140s-150s. This visit gets an A+.

The next visit, however, is the dreaded glucose text. Only the initial one hour test. This time I’ll try to remember not to have an entire box of Cap’n Crunch beforehand. I’m certain that’s the reason I every so slightly failed the 1 hour last time.

On another note, if you’re planning popping out a kid and you have the option to switch up your insurance plan from a high-deductible plan to something else, you should totally do that. Whew. Or, I suppose if you plan on breaking your foot or having exercise induced asthma, you should do it then as well. It’s been an expensive medical year for us and I’m sad to say we didn’t forego the high-deductible plan durning open enrollment last year. Ahh,¬†the benefits of hindsight.

Single Parent, By Choice

I have a friend, whom I met through roller derby many years ago, who just started her journey into motherhood. She’s going the route of artificial insemination and detailing the experience on her blog.

She’s witty, well spoken, and all around hilarious. I have no doubt that she’ll be a great parent (for an entirely different set of reasons from the aforementioned set. Except humor. I don’t think you can be a good parent without humor. Otherwise I think life would be miserable).

If you’re interesting her reading about her journey or know someone who would be, you can check out her posts on¬†1plus1.


Family Beach Trip

I’m so thankful we took our annual beach trip early this year. We typically go at the end of August or Early September, but I can only imagine the amount of swelling and misery I would be in at roughly 8 months pregnant. I think my feet are swelling just thinking about it.

The house we stayed in was lovely. Steps from the beach with plenty of space for everyone and a little pool. Probably one of the nicest I’ve stayed in. In total there were 8 adults and 7 kids, including a little bitty tiny baby Grady at a mere 2 months old.

In the days leading up to the trip I was in a frenzy because the forecast was awful. Tropical Storm Bonnie was set to arrive at the same time we were. Blah. By a stroke of good fortune Bonnie decided to not hover over Garden City for any real amount of time. We had a couple of days were it rained a little off and on, but we were able to spend quality time every day on the beach and in the pool.

Colette had a blast. She had kids to play with. A pool. And an ocean. I think all she really needed was the ocean, though. If we were on the beach, she was in the water. She started out a little timid, but by the end of day 2 she was running around and jumping waves all by herself.

By the end of the trip she was also jumping off the side of the pool and swimming around on her own (in her puddle jumper, of course). A little fish, that kid.

The only negative I have to say about the trip is that it was too short. That’s generally the case with the family beach trips, though. Maybe we shoot for 2 weeks next year.

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23 Weeks Complete

I somehow find myself at 23 weeks along in my pregnancy today. I have no idea how I got here or where those 23 weeks went. Pretty much everything about this pregnancy is different from the first.

My pregnancy with Colette was a breeze, nothing really hurt, I was able to move around nearly all the way through, morning sickness wasn’t a thing, I did loose my appetite for the most part, but was still able to enjoy food, and it was overall just a great experience (You know… except the 51 hour laboring/birth part).

This go ’round I was nauseated from 5 or 6 weeks onward and upward until nearly week 16 or 17. I still get bouts of it from time to time but it’s much less severe. Luckily I didn’t have to ride any vomit comets, but sometimes I wondered if maybe I’d feel better if I did. Puke and rally. Never got the chance to find out though. I was wearing seabands, an oil diffusing necklace full of peppermint, peppermint chapstick, eating sour tangerine preggie pop drops, and just generally trying to survive being near food for most of the first weeks.

I hurt. I feel like everything hurts this time. While it took a long time for joints and ligament to loosen with with Colette, this time it felt pretty immediate. My hips and pelvis felt like they were ready to go through the whole birthing process by week 6. Sleeping, standing, sitting, walking (waddling), these are the things that hurt. I’m trying not to waddle yet, but most of the time I can’t help it. I also attribute some of the pain to Rosalie’s position. It feels like she’s hanging out at the bottom readily awaiting escape.

Weight gain. I definitely have an appetite now. But wait, if I eat too much it makes me feel ill. And if I don’t eat before I actually get hungry, I also feel ill. So finding balance is a daily struggle. I had gained roughly 6 pounds at my last check up in May around week 20. I have another appoint Monday morning where I suspect they’ll tell me I ate too much while on vacation and I should probably watch my¬†food intake. I looked back at my 23 week pictures with Colette and you can tell I’m a little further down the weight gain rabbit hole this time. I did, however, try on my belly cast from last time (~38ish weeks) and was pleased to find out that I’ve got plenty of growing left to do and that I’m not already where I thought I was at 40 weeks last time. I’m also completely horrified for those same reasons. It’s gonna be a long hot summer, tater. Times like these make me think remodeling a defunct kitchen over getting a swimming pool was a terrible mistake. I could be spending less time making myself a dozen mini pineapple upside down cakes and more time submerged in a pool enjoying the cool weightlessness. (Just kidding. Sure it’d be¬†lovely, but man, that’s a nice kitchen we have now.)

Time for reflection. I loved the weekly chalkboard update pictures I took and blogs I wrote with Colette. That’s definitely missing this time. I started a mini book when I first got that positive test, and that’s where it ended. I have one entry from 5 weeks. If I just skipped from 5 weeks to 23 weeks, it would probably be a pretty boring book. I can maybe go back though and fill in some of the blanks but it just won’t be as detailed as it was before. My motivation to do things is somewhere at the bottom of a barrel with my energy. Sorry Rosalie! It’s likely she won’t care, at least not for the next 25-30 years, but part of me feels like we’ve neglected her a bit. (There’s a bigger part of me that says¬†“We’re all alive, have clean laundry, and have been fed, so Rosalie will likely come into the world A-OK.)

As I sit and type, little Anna Rosalie is bouncing away on the trampoline that is my bladder and Colette is having a nice nap after a busy morning of splash pad play time and a picnic lunch. My woes are few this very instant¬†but at any moment I’m likely to realize that in 17 weeks Cory and I will have a toddler and a newborn and no idea what we’re doing. Sounds fun.

Six Months on the Market

We put our house on the market in December. A steady stream of people popped in for a look the first month or so, but then the interest slowly meandered away. We actually had a couple of last minute calls for a same day showing in the last few weeks, but, being pregnant, having a toddler, and two dogs, it’s incredibly difficult to get the house picked up and ready to show in such a short amount of time. Not to mention we just had a yard sale.

However, I’m slowly but surely getting the house to a point where people can come back again. We had a new roof put on in May, had the flooring in the apartment replaced, exterior walls have been pressure washed, and we intend to get the landscaping around the front of the house in better shape this coming weekend. Okay, I say “we” but really it will likely be Cory and his mom while I watch Colette and help where I can. I’ll be honest, bending and squatting is getting harder by the day. And also breathing.

Oh and hopefully we’ll have a painter out this weekend to clean up the front porch! Exciting.

In addition to all the work that’s been put into the house, we also just lowered the price of the house quite a bit. We’re just ready to let it go.

It’s bittersweet to think about the day we actually sell. Bitter, because 30 years of memories have been built into these walls. I can’t claim all of them since I’ve only been around for about 10, but that’s still a solid 200GB SD card full of memories. Bitter, because the options for where were live in the interim of selling and building will be tight. But super sweet knowing that the house we finally build will be¬†simply our own. It will be built to suit our needs as a growing, busy family and reflect our personal styles.

Also, for anyone wondering, looking for good land to build on in a specific area is also terrible. Everyday (okay, weekly) I get on and browse the plots that have been listed. It’s mostly the same listing every time with a new one every now and then. There are a few listings that I’ve breezed by every time they come up for being a little out of our price range. I finally decided to click on them a couple days ago. After dinner that night we made the trek out to see them. Of course, they’re beautiful. Up on the mountain. There’s a 2.5 mile private nature/horse trail. And it’s roughly the same distance from downtown (read: civilization) as our house is now. I think the biggest deterrent is the price, but it’s not an incredibly overpriced 5.4 acre lot and it’s been on the market for 270 days which could potentially work in our favor.

I guess all this was to say, someone out there needs to come buy our house now. I’ve got things to build up on a mountain.


New beginnings, again

Welcome to Cory and Katie 2.0. It didn’t seem appropriate to continue with now that Colette and her¬†soon to be little sister Rosalie are really the focus of most of my writings. So now, here we are, with Hand Taylored.

I thought the name was pretty crafty, but now I have to deal with my word editor constantly mocking¬†me with a red dotted line telling me “Hey Katie, that’s not spelled correctly,” to which I respond, “I do what I wants.”

As with all of my previous blogs (dating back to my good ole expage, last updated May 16, 2004) When I fall off the updating bandwagon, or something new and big happens (babies) I tend to start a new blog and tell myself, “I can do it. I can start all over with this blog and really keep up with it.” I was pretty successful with coryandkatie, 95 posts, 730 followers. But now on to bigger and better things.

I’ve already split¬†this blog into several different categories; Crafting, House and Home, ¬†Disney, Toddlerhood, Toddler and Baby, and general Family. The idea is to just be one big blog, but if you’re only interested in a particular category, you can get to it quickly and filter out all the other (beautiful and totally meaningful) crap.

Hopefully by the time anyone reads this first post, I’ll already have some content ready to go.