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The Ten Moons & Journey Notes February 29, 2012

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weekly goals #4 February 27, 2012

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sparks has good ideas

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thirty days of ch-ch-changes February 20, 2012

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weekly goals #3 February 19, 2012

Filed under: Life, The Universe, And Everything — didibuttonsley @ 7:31 pm

I am now highlighting what I actually get done if anybody is interested in peeping at my old weeks.  ;)  Last week was set back a bit by V-day, followed by “miscarriage day”, so I didn’t get as much done as I wanted.  I am totally ok with that though.

#1- print applications for upcoming art/craft shows
#2- copy down information for July and August shows
#3- do two metaphysical healing sessions
#4- get S hooks to complete the last display
#5- work on getting the Etsy store back up and running/ take pictures!!
#6- stop by the post office to ask about shipping recommendations
#7- make two windchimes (Yay, this is a new thing for me!!!)
#8 - stop by Bridgie’s to ask about the hole punching thing
#9 - doubled folded bias tape and elastic for skirts
#10 - add some small swirly designs to displays for a final touch of arty fun
 

because I didn’t get to post for Valentine’s day

Filed under: Life, The Universe, And Everything — didibuttonsley @ 7:06 pm

I intended to do a V-day post the day after Valentine’s, but that is the day that I miscarried, so that didn’t quite work out as planned.
So just in case I haven’t made you dry heave enough with all my lovey dovey talk of my Cubby, here is another bit of love mush for some light reading in the vomitorium.
Here is what I made Pumpkin Pants.  I am really not that talented at sewing, so it took me way longer than it should have.  He likes foxes, and I found this fox pattern on the interwebs.  I ought to have made a practice one, because I would have made changes and done tweaking to the pattern, but you know how it goes- I waited until the zero hour to get going on the project.  I found a tutorial on how to make a larger version and turn it into a lamp, so sometime in the future I intend to try that out.  Who doesn’t want a stuffed animal lamp?

Hmmm.  Chris made me two tiny terrariums that are necklaces.  Yeah.  I have living jewelry now -that my awesome possum boyfriend made for me.  They are so fricken cool, and I would totally show you, but I am feeling lazier than a dead guy, and I don’t feel like getting them and taking pictures.  Mmmmhmmm, that is some kinda lazy.
Well, we were out and doing some errands, and then he made me pull my winter hat over my eyes to take me to a surprise location.  He likes to do that, which is cute, but my face starts to get all sweaty under that hat, and I break my brain trying to figure out what part of town we are in.  *Sidenote- I am terrible at guessing where he is headed when I can’t see.  I’ll think that we are on one part of town, and then I pull the hat off and we are on another planet; to hell and gone from where I was guessing.*
I took the hat off and we were at Tenuta’s (I <3 Tenuta’s) cause he decided he was going to make me a romantic dinner, and that he was finally going to try wine for the first time.  If you google “Tenuta’s Kenosha” you will find a website I am sure.  It is a wee Italian market that has been in town since the dawn of man, and is all super cool and famous and shit.  Even that fuckin’ George Bush guy went to Tenuta’s once.
They have these tiny carts as the isles are quite narrow, and Chris was pushing one around that was so damned squeaky I could hear him across the store, and for whatever reason that was just cracking me up.  I took a picture.  Here it is in drawing version; I have been playing with this new app on my phone that I am completely crazy about.  Ah, me.
He said the drawing version made his nose look longer than it really is, and I told him he was full of shit, but he’s kinda right.  Mwa hahahaha.

Do you see the bottles in the cart?  The one on the top is the “real wine” to go with dinner.  I decided to go with a Riesling as most folks like the light fruitiness of it.  Tenuta’s has a pretty dang good wine section, but I managed to blunder on the wine anyhow.  There are three wineries in Wisconsin, and I have always wanted to try wines from them but never have.  I took gamble and picked a Riesling from one of them.  OH MY GOD!!!!  It tasted like Riesling mixed with Skol or Starka or something.  Whoa, whoa, whoa, Wisconsin, perhaps you should stick to beer.  JAYYYYYYSUS, that stuff went down like a shot.  He made the funniest face when he took his first sip.  Is it supposed to taste like this? I took a sip and started to laugh.  Dear God I said as I began swizzling it around in my glass (which, humorously enough, ended up being quite fitting because all we had to use were two jelly jars) maybe if we let the shit breathe a little.  Get some oxygen in there! We should have had hot pockets for dinner with that awful wine- it would have been like a trailer park Valentine’s Day.
We decided on a bag of frozen portobello ravioli (store brand, yum!), and we made a sun dried tomato alfredo sauce to go with it.  Both of us are still doing the vegetarian thing, but lucky for us Tenuta’s has the best selection of ravioli ever.  (Artichoke, pumpkin, spinach, mushroom, cheese, and squash to name some)  We also got breadsticks, two raspberry filled chocolate dipped cookies from the deli, and a slice of lemon berry cake that looked so damned tasty that we simply couldn’t resist.
Dinner was quite lovely apart from the bilge-water-from-the-bladder-of-Satan flavored wine that I picked out.  I will probably never live that one down.
Ok, now here are some more photos that I used my arty picture app on.  You know, just in case you all wanna see evidence of our level of cutesy.





Alright, that is probably enough.  Have I told you all how enamored with my honey that I am?  True story.  Have I told you all how enamored with my phone that I am?  The sequel.  My phone just does so many awesome things.  I have a credit card reader, I can scan products for reviews, I have this wicked SkyView app, and all these cool games.  Oh, young love.
 

goodbye, I love you February 15, 2012

Filed under: Life, The Universe, And Everything — didibuttonsley @ 6:37 pm

Today I went into “labor.”  He was eleven weeks old, but it had not occurred to me that this would happen.  In spite of the midwifery schooling and working at the birth center, I just never thought about it.  I suppose I have been in too much pain and too stressed out.  I don’t know.  How strange the mind works.
It was awful.  So awful.  I sent Chris to CVS to get some ibuprofen, and stumbled into the bathroom.  All I wanted to do was get into hot water immediately.  The urge was so strong!  I just sat in the bathtub crying and crying.  I was bawling, and I wanted my mother so badly.  I would have called her and told her to come over, but I didn’t have it in me to get out of the tub to get my phone.  Long ago in another lifetime when I was at the birth center I distinctly remember talking about whether or not I would want my Mom at my first birth.  HA!  Once again, the Deedster doesn’t know shit from a shoehorn.  All I wanted was my mommy.  And I wished that my cousin were home.  I wanted my Christopher and I wanted a woman. I’ve seen how women in labor just want feminine care, but the pull for it going on inside of me was so intense.
I have never been so grateful for all of my experience with birth.  I likely would have been terrified and rushed to the hospital if not for my time spent at school and at the birth center.  Blood clots are pretty dang scary if you have never seen one.  I have seen enormous ones, so the small ones in the bath tub water were nothing by comparison.  Our son passed just as Chris got home.  I could see in the water, and my heart just ached; no woman should ever have to lose a child.  I asked Chris to grab me a sheet of scrapbook paper off of the table, because it was the first thing I though of.  He handed me this beautiful piece with deep purples and swirls, and I told him not to look.  I didn’t want his heart to have to hurt as badly as mine was hurting.  I put our tiny little guy on the paper and folded it up.  I had placed this glass snowman wastepaper basket next to the tub, in case I needed to be sick (which didn’t happen, thank god), so I leaned over the side of the tub and held the paper over it.  I asked for a lighter.  I thought is this appropriate? The paper started to burn and I dropped it into the snowman.  I started to sob, and he just held me and we cried.
It hurt like a son of a bitch.  If you have gone through a full labor, you deserve a god damn badge of honor and, like, six purple hearts.  After he passed I was just on my side in the tub, because that is what felt the best.  Between the ouchy bastard contractions I explained to Chris everything that was happening.  When the contraction stops the pain stops (during labors at birth centers or at home -sans interventions- many women sleep during these “breaks”), so I would make a joke and tell him my observations.  I am such a strange girl.  My curiosity was as active as my grief and pain, but I have always been like that.
And then it happened.  For the past weeks since my first appointment I began to suspect that I was pregnant with twins.  I have a strong awareness of my body (probably due to all the metaphysical healing classes) and I knew that there was a boy in there, but I began to feel a girl as well in the past several weeks.  I never told Chris.  I knew from week six that there was something wrong with the pregnancy, and it would never reach term, so why lay extra grief on his shoulders as well.  I’m too obvious to keep secrets, so I told him I knew I would miscarry five weeks ago and he believed me. The odd thing is that he is so tuned in to my emotions (I know, I am the luckiest girl in the world) that I think he knew about it, but the hurt prevented us from saying it out loud.  She passed.  I requested another scrapbook sheet.  We cried some more, and she joined her older brother.  Maybe that is why the original ultra sound looked so strange?  I do not know.
After the next contraction I passed my placenta.  It was the size of a silver dollar, and I examined it a bit.  I guess the “examine every placenta” routine was too strong for me to ignore.  I did tell Chris he could peep at that if he wanted to, and then requested a third sheet of scrapbook paper.  For whatever reason I absolutely did not fancy letting my tiny placenta just run down the drain.  At this point my cousin got home with the boys.  My hands got so shakey that Chris had to light the paper for me.
I dried my hands and typed a note on my iphone for my cousin.  I am having a miscarriage in the bathtub.  Can the kids keep it down a bit?  Thanks. Honestly, I was relieved to hear them, and wished that she had been home sooner.  I felt such a burst of love for those boys that I started to cry again.
She tapped on the door, and came in with us for a bit.  She had suspected I was miscarrying, because she knows that I don’t really get cramps, and I have had them soooooo frequently that I’ve asked her for pills a couple of times.  It was a relief to hear a woman’s voice, I cannot even begin to express just how much.  Jecca is like my sister, and I love her very much.  She told me where tampons and pads were (I use a diva cup, so I don’t buy that stuff anymore) and to let her know if I needed anything.  The little fella (who turned nine on friday) tapped on the door, because he had to pee, which made me chuckle.  I weakly apologized and told him I was very sick.  His mom said I’m sorry honey, but you are going to have to pee on a tree. That totally made me laugh.
I started crying pretty hard again, because when it was pretty much over all I could think about was that after babies are born moms get a WHOPPING rush of oxytocin.  That is the “love” hormone.  Medicated mommies normally don’t get the full effect because of the drugs, but it is the best “high” in the world.  And miscarriage mommies don’t get it either.  I didn’t have my babies to hold.  My babies were so tiny that I wrapped them in beautiful squares of pretty paper.
I stayed in the bath for probably another forty five minutes  (it is just more comfortable) waiting for the contractions and bleeding to slow down.  Finally I decided that I needed to get out so I could monitor my bleeding properly.  Chris helped me upstairs, and here I still am.  When I got upstairs I got very scared because a whoosh of blood came out and got all over my legs.  Chris was trying to help me get cleaned up, but I was scared and my impulse was to go to my prayer “alter” place (it covers the top of my dresser).  I was standing there and shaking, and I thought I am afraid, please help me. It was amazing.  I felt like some gentle goddess reached down and took my heart in her hands.  Do not be afraid.  Everything is working out perfectly. I felt held in the hands of god, and I knew my little ones were too.  And then the tears really started coming.  I stood there crying my heart out, and Chris was hugging me.  We curled up on the bed and cried for a long time.
Please, please, please, if you have any children go and squeeze the stuffings out of them.  Call your relatives and tell them that you love them.  Hug every single person that you care about to make sure that they know it.  Every life, no matter how long or how brief, is a miracle.  Every life is a gift.  All I can do is feel grateful.
I love you.  I love you.  I love you forever.

 

the end February 13, 2012

Filed under: Life, The Universe, And Everything — didibuttonsley @ 9:29 pm

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Say, if there are any 3fc readers who would really love for me to keep posting on this site, please give a shout and let me know.  I strongly prefer blogger, but will go back to double posting instead of deleting this account if there are folks who prefer to read on here.

 

weekly goals #2 February 12, 2012

Filed under: Life, The Universe, And Everything — didibuttonsley @ 11:09 pm

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i have nothing cheerful or optimistic to say

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