Congratulations, April!!!

November 22, 2010 at 9:33 am | Posted in Pregnancy Fun Time | 4 Comments
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Dear reader(s),

It is with great pleasure that I share this wonderful news:

On Saturday, November 20, 2010, my bloggier half gave birth to a beautiful baby girl: Paige Helen! Momma and daughter are healthy and happy and beautiful, and the Wilderrol family couldn’t be more excited!

Congratulations, April (and Mike and Max)!!


I know I wasn’t alone in guessing/trying to predict the baby’s gender… As soon as April revealed her news and mercilessly taunted us about keeping her second child’s gender secret, the wheels in my head were a-turnin’. For the first seven-ish months I was convinced she was having another boy, but then everything changed. In the nick of time, I made up my mind and stuck with a daughter prediction. This makes me two for two in the Predict April’s Offspring game – how did you do with your guess? And what makes us obsessed with guessing, anyway? And how did I turn a blog post about April’s little angel into a self-congratulatory missive?

Please join me in sending lots of love to April and her family (now a family of four!).



Waiting Game

November 18, 2010 at 11:45 am | Posted in Pregnancy Fun Time | 7 Comments
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Hello faithful reader(s). I’m sure you assumed my absence is due the new arrival of a mini-me. Alas, this is not the case. It seems this baby takes after its older brother and mother in its refusal to ever be on time for anything.

The good news is that this kid has a deadline of this weekend before medical intervention is necessary. Of course, my doctor was going to get this little person out on Tuesday, but the maternity ward was full. No joke.

In the meantime, I’ve been doing just about everything I can think of to get this little one moving. Walking? Check. Spicy food? You know it. Mike giving the baby pep talks about how great it is to be out of the womb? Nightly. Cleaning the floor on my hands and knees? Doing it this afternoon. Alone time with the hubs? Done and done. And for Schmommy, Daddums, Schmatti, Rhymes-With-Rave, Sarah’s Mo and RWFOTB, I’m talking about a nice quiet evening of chastely holding hands in front of our electric fireplace. The only method I’ve ruled out is drinking castor oil. And that’s because I’m not looking to have explosive diarrhea anytime soon. Sorry for the visual.

So, my dear reader(s), please give me some suggestions for getting this process going. And bear in mind that if you suggest eating a particular food, you better be prepared to cook it for me. 😉


We’re Having A… Big Secret

October 5, 2010 at 9:33 am | Posted in Pregnancy Fun Time | 11 Comments
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As the countdown to baby number two nears the end, it seems that every person I encounter asks the gender of my unborn child.  Which doesn’t bother me at all.  But it puts me in kind of an awkward situation.

We found out with Max, and we told everyone not only that we were expecting a boy, but also our firstborn’s name.  But this time, Mike decided that he wanted to be surprised.  I took some convincing, but eventually he won me over.  And so it was agreed: we would be surprised when our children was born.

And then, just a few days before the big ultrasound, Mike started to cold feet.  He suggested we find out but not tell anyone.  But I was finally on board with not finding out, so we had the ultrasound tech write down the sex of our baby and put it in a sealed envelope so we could decide to find out or not.  And as we waited for the elevator outside the imaging center, Mike held the envelope up to a light in the hopes of seeing through the envelope.  So we caved.  We didn’t even make it out of the parking lot before Mike pulled over so we could learn that we are having…

Well, I’m not telling anyone until this baby is born.  We agreed to keep it a secret.  And I hate keeping secrets.  So I tell strangers.  And then I tell the strangers not to tell anyone.  And it’s working out ok, but… have I mentioned I hate keeping secrets?  So let’s go, little baby.  I don’t know how much longer I can keep this to myself.


April’s Ruining it for Womankind…

August 31, 2010 at 7:45 am | Posted in Pregnancy Fun Time | 7 Comments
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I feel the need to preface this post by reassuring you, our dear reader(s), that I simply adore April. I know how sad kids feel when their parents fight, so I want to be clear that we love each other very much and we are not getting a friend-divorce. With that said, I think she is being a little selfish.   

April does all this while pregnant! ...Overachiever...


You see, April is an amazing pregnant woman. She is the epitome of what 1950s etiquette books imply is perfect behavior for married women who are “with child.”   

At seven months pregnant, April still functions like a normal person. She chases after her son all day, does the grocery shopping and cooking, cleans everything but the cat’s litter box (which she isn’t allowed to do). She isn’t confined to bed rest. She rarely succumbs to emotional outbursts (at least not any more than usual). She doesn’t even have cravings or eat everything in sight!   

And that’s great. For her. And even greater for her hubs. But what about the rest of us?   

I don’t know about you, but I was hoping that whenever I actually became pregnant (and no, we aren’t trying yet!), it would provide an excuse for me to ease up a little activity-wise, get some extra help around the house, and dictate meal choices and random snacks at all times of the day and night. But now that Andrew has seen April as a pregnant superwoman, I know convincing him of my desperate need for kumquats and a foot massage at 3 a.m. is going to be even more difficult than I anticipated.    

April: for the love of womankind, can you please be a little more needy and irrational?   


Another Odd Pregnancy Symptom

August 3, 2010 at 6:53 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 5 Comments
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I must apologize for our lack of a fresh post yesterday. Sarah was laid up with food poisoning and I had a terrible migraine that kept me in bed most of the day.

No, that’s not true. Not all of it, anyway. Sarah really did have food poisoning. I was fine. I even took a three-mile walk along the canal with Max. I don’t know why I lied to you, dear reader(s). It seems I just can’t be trusted these days. Don’t worry, I have no problem telling the truth regarding important issues. But if you ask me an inconsequential question, you just might get a fib.

We recently had a bit of an ant problem in our apartment. So I called our apartment manager to request that maintenance come and spray outside or do whatever it is they do when ants decide to colonize your dishwasher. Our lovely manager asked if I had sprayed anything already to take care of the ant. I said yes. And not just, “Oh, yeah, sure I sprayed,” but an emphatic affirmative answer as if only an idiot would ask maintenance to come over without first trying to solve the problem herself. However. I’m pregnant. I have a curious toddler who thinks the world is his chew toy. I’m not spraying anything in my house, and neither is anyone else. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wanted to slap myself. Why would I say yes when the answer was clearly no? And to make matters worse, the manager’s next question was what, exactly, I had sprayed. And before I could even confess that I actually hadn’t sprayed anything, my mouth, completely of its own accord, informed her that I’d been attacking the ants with bleach. We don’t even own any bleach. And once that was out, what could I do? Take it back? People think I’m crazy enough without me saying one thing and then immediately saying, “Oh, wait, I’m sorry. You know what I said? The opposite is true.”

And then I was talking to my former insurance agent on the phone about our old car insurance policy. She asked if I still had my Mass. license plates. I told her I already sent them. When she asked when I had done that, I told her that morning. They were still in the backseat of my car. In fact, I didn’t even go to the post office for another week! But again, once the first little fib popped out, what could I do?

Where are the lies coming from? I’m usually painfully truthful. But not lately. I blame this new baby. Because I can. And because pregnancy makes women do crazy things. And because if you ask me, I’ll probably just lie anyway.


Strange Cravings

July 15, 2010 at 8:24 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 7 Comments
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I have to admit, I felt kind of cheated when I was pregnant with Max, and now the feeling is back. The fun part about pregnancy is supposed to be the weird middle-of-the-night cravings, right? But I never get any cravings. Not for food anyway. Mike has really lucked out. I have yet to send him on a 2 a.m. expedition in search of sardines and Cheez-Whiz. And that makes me sad.

But this time around I have been having a strange urge: to bake and clean. Nesting, you say? Perhaps. But I abhor cleaning, and I’m no fan of baking either because, as many people will attest, I’m just not that good at it. All that measuring and timing and worrying about the exact softness of the butter and humidity level… No thanks. Yet I find myself searching out and executing recipes for muffins, breads, cookies… you name it, I’m baking it. And this is no small feat in my little kitchen. Not only am I seriously short of space, but my oven is horrendously inaccurate. And did I mention the heat and humidity in Western New York in the summer?

And then there’s the cleaning. I love a clean home. I find it distressing to walk in the door to a mess. But I do not enjoy the process of making a messy home a clean one. I have an hour or so to myself, there are so many other things I’d rather be doing than cleaning. Like reading, or watching tv, or painting my nails, or ripping out my eyelashes one by one. And yet these days I’ve got the cleaning bug. Sure, with a long-hair cat I have to vacuum a little more often than I’d like. And I have to keep my kitchen floor and counters as spotless as possible to keep the ants at bay (or at least from getting too out of control). But each day I giddily plan my next task to be completed during Max’s never-quite-long-enough afternoon nap. And did I really need to Windex my vacuum cleaner? Because I did that.

I guess I should be thankful that my cravings are activity-based instead of sugar-based. Instead of consuming large quantities of food, the Swiffer and I are working up a sweat. And zucchini bread can’t be that bad for you. It’s a vegetable, right?


And Baby Makes Four

June 22, 2010 at 8:41 am | Posted in Misc. | 10 Comments
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I’ve been sitting on some big news for the past 19 weeks. And I think it’s about time I shared it with you, my loyal reader(s). Drumroll, please. No, seriously, do the drumroll.  I’ll wait…

Mike and I have another little rugrat on the way, due November 15. That’s right, this Thanksgiving we’ll have two under two. Unless this baby is as stubborn as its big brother, in which case I’ll be pregnant well into 2011. And while some people think we’re crazy for having two so close together, Mike and I always enjoy a good adventure. Of course, when Max spends the entire day screaming, ripping up all his books and yanking fistfuls of fur out of the cat I wonder what could possibly have been going through our heads when we thought adding a second little monster to our family was a good idea. And then Max shoves a book in my face and cuddles up against me while I read Curious George for the 40th time that day or he shrieks “DADAAAAAAA” when Mike walks in the door after a gruelling day at work and I know we made the right choice.

But if you want to wish me luck, I’ll take it.


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