Monday, September 19, 2011


i grew up going to garage sales with my mom.  it was great time to spend with her and a great way to learn the fine art of saving money.  i then hit college and, seriously, i was NOT getting up that early on a saturday!  now, i am a breastfeeding mom who needs baby clothes, toys and clothing for me.  so, i have now returned to the world of garage sales.  why not?  i have to be up at 7am, anyway!

i began to notice the craziness this last saturday.  by the way, didn't get such a great haul last saturday, though the saturday before - boy howdy - i took home the bacon!  not really...but, i did take home some polo sport rain boots, brand new sweaters, a bumbo seat and an educational toy for pennies!  

back to the craziness...i noticed it in myself at the very first sale that was a few streets away from me.  i had seen the sign two days before and had just been waiting for saturday to arrive.  the woman had a huge box of clothes.  each item was $.25 or 5 for a dollar.  another woman came over to look and we were both going through the box at the same time.  i was chatting kindly enough, but the whole time by adrenaline is pumping and i'm thinking, "i have to get to things before she does.  darn it, she got that cute sweater.  i have to hurry."  i finally had to keep telling myself to quit getting stressed out about finding clothes that were only a quarter apiece!

my next bit of craziness happened soon afterward.  you know that something might be seriously wrong with you when, on a saturday, you see bright orange and get all excited.  a garage sale sign!  you drive closer and have an overwhelming sense of disappointment because it is only an elderly walker.  you then find yourself thinking resentfully that he should not be wearing that on a saturday morning.  first of all, it is 8am so there is no traffic.  furthermore, there are no crazy drivers out (excluding myself, of course) because they all drank too much the night before and are in bed.  yes, i actually have feelings of resentment towards this elderly gentleman and his penchant for safety.  i feel only slightly less resentful when i see a young jogger wearing a bright green vest and again assume that it is another sign pointing me to the sale of all sales.  GET IT TOGETHER, WALKERS/RUNNERS/EXERCISERS OF ALL AGES:  DO NOT WEAR BRIGHT VESTS OUTDOORS UNTIL 2PM!  otherwise i may accidentally run you over trying to find the sale that your vest so deceptively advertised.

my craziness does not stop with crazy, my friends.  it actually becomes PARANOIA.  i pull up to sales, get out of the car and start walking up to the house, when i suddenly realize that i forgot to lock the car.  i initially don't worry about it (for about 2 seconds), but then the paranoia kicks in.  it goes something like this:  
"well, anyone could just open the door and take something out."
"not a big deal, actually, because my wallet is with me."
"but what if someone wants the lincoln logs that i just got for $3?"
"or, someone leaving this garage sale could look in and see the brand new pair of leather work gloves that i got Doug for a $1 and decide to just subtly try the door and take them?  then i'm out my $1 and the gloves."
yes, my friends, that was me remotely locking my a garage sale...with my car right where i could see it.
and, yes, i do have conversations like this in my head all day long!

and, finally, it is really bad when you go out and garage sale from 7:45am to 10:30am, then come home to feed the baby, and then GO BACK OUT, because by then most people are tired and ready to cut deals!
we're all crazy. i accepted this fact about everyone else a long time ago!  i am finally at a point in my life where i am accepting and embracing that about myself, as well. i am crazy, paranoid and trying to better learn to be thrifty (it is noon and you really think i'm gonna pay $5 for that coat?  seriously, $2 for that baby sleeper?  i got one last week for a quarter, not a chance i'm paying more).


Wednesday, April 6, 2011

all aboard

so, we recently had some excitement in the henigin household.  on sunday, i was having braxton-hicks contractions and just felt "off."  monday, i had some pain and felt even more "off" (which takes practice at distinguishing since my whole life is usually lived a bit "off"!).  so, i called my dr. and made an appointment to go in to just check things out.

they put me on a monitor and, sure enough, my contractions started getting worse - and, yes, i do mean to use the word "worse."  everything you have heard about childbirth is apparently true, and here i was just at the beginning getting a practice run!  the dr. sent me over to the hospital where they continued monitoring me - with pain meds - hurray for pain meds!  :)

after a few hours, they determined that i was, indeed, in latent labor (which seems to be pre-early labor).  talk about a shock!  granted, after several more hours, the labor did stop, but that is not what this blog is about.  this blog is about the emotions that we were going through during this time.

for the previous three months, we have been terrified that the little ninja bug would come waaaaaaayyyyyyy too early.  it has been very scary.  then, as things settled down and began to look great, we settled down, as well.  i then hit the time of pregnancy called, "wish this were over and the baby would just get here."  not fun, let me tell you.  your big, your heavy, your bulky and you waddle.  yes, i definitely waddle.  

suddenly, however, monday happened.  that introduced an entirely new emotion - OH MY STINKING GOSH, THIS MIGHT REALLY HAPPEN AND WE COULD HAVE A BABY TODAY.  after being afraid that she would come too early, then settling in, then wanting her to get here so that i could quit being pregnant, i was now terrified that she might actually show up.  

here's the thing, though...if she comes, she comes.  as my neighbor pointed out yesterday, "y'all have come too far now!"  so, even though i'm scared out of my mind, guess what, people?


Wednesday, March 23, 2011

an irreverent reflection on pregnancy...'cause that's how i roll

i am not one of those women who loves pregnancy. in fact, i thoroughly dislike it. don't get me wrong, i am a huge fan of this little person that will soon be here, but the pregnancy part of getting her here is not fun. granted, i've had a rough pregnancy from the beginning that has included vomiting, scar tissue stretching, 4 hospital visits and bed rest. in fact, my little sister said to me the other day, "carmen, you know how they say that women glow when they are pregnant? you never really glowed. you just looked sick and tired all the time." i couldn't help but laugh, but then i informed her that people don't tell you that that "glow" is produced by the effort of trying to not vomit all the time!

another thing that makes me laugh is when people ask me if i intend to have a natural birth. you know how, in the Bible, Eve/women are told that there will be pain and suffering in childbearing? well, i figure i have fulfilled my portion of that curse for womankind. which is why i intend, upon reaching the hospital (for the 5th and hopefully final time!), i intend to say, or scream as circumstance demands, "EPIDURAL, please." also, that "please" will probably be dependent upon circumstances, as well.

one other thing, don't even ask if i have a birth plan. of course i do! it can be summed up like this -"get this baby out!"

now that we have covered the important points, let's change course and let me tell you about certain things that people don't tell you about pregnancy, but should. for instance, your hair. you always here that the vitamins and hormones help your hair look better and grow faster. well, for me, this is kinda true, i suppose. the times i actually have the energy to do my hair, it does look a bit better than normal. you NEVER hear, however, that those same vitamins and hormones make your leg hairs grow faster, too. seriously, i should be shaving every day. this is a problem. do you know how hard it now is to even reach my legs, much less drag a sharp, dangerous instrument up them? this is not to mention the fact that you can't even see, hu-hem, more delicate areas to shave. yes, i admit, i have used a mirror a couple of times. what's a girl to do, after all?

another thing people don't tell you (but i probably should have guessed) is the unique relationship you develop with the floor. i audibly groan every time i drop something...which is constantly. i feel as if i am about 105 years old b/c i look at the object for a bit as i mentally try to determine if it is worth the effort of bending or squatting down to get it. if i come to the conclusion that it is, i then mentally contemplate a bit longer to figure out if there is anything else i can get while i'm down there. of course, there usually isn't anything else in that particular place,. well, that is until i stand back up and drop the same &^*%#$@ object again, in the exact same place and have to go through the whole process a second (or third) time.

my sister especially enjoys the audible groans that i manage without realizing i'm doing it. these groans help me get through my day since they, basically, constitute my sympathizing with myself. they accompany any number of activities...bending/squatting down, sitting down, standing up, reaching for something at any and all heights, climbing in the car, climbing out of the car, sleeping, not sleeping, using the bathroom, not using the bathroom, moving, not moving, eating, not eating...well, i think you get the picture. my entire day is typically made up of my offering sympathy to myself. someone has to do it, after all.

sleeping, or not sleeping, as the case may be, is a whole new adventure - and not the fun kind. doug always said that if he could change something about me, it would be my internal temperature. i am always cold and he would get tired of having my ice-cold feet on him trying to warm up. well, he managed to change my internal body temperature by knocking me up, but is there any appreciation? no. now he says i radiate heat, he has a ton of blankets to sleep under and i have a sheet and maybe one other thin blanket. we have come to a compromise, however...if i need the house cooler, we make it cooler. :)

as is fairly obvious, pregnant women must also sleep on their sides. the back is uncomfortable and not great for you or the baby. know. so, you get to sleep on your sides and both get very sore, especially the hip bones. because of this, you find yourself switching sides often throughout the night. no one tells you that switching sides to lay on in bed becomes, at the very least, a 3-point maneuver! trust me, at this point, doug and i are both wishing we had a king-size bed! the other night he fell asleep on the couch and i didn't wake him up b/c i was reading and couldn't sleep - but, the real reason is that i wanted the bed to myself. how horrible is that? heehee!

all of this being said, doug and i are really excited about this little ninja bug coming to join our family! like most in our position, we are scared, excited, nervous, terrified, elated, etc. hopefully we can agree on a name, otherwise she will be called "ninja bug" all her life!

and, don't worry, i will try to have another post titled "an irreverent reflection on the newborn stage"! that post will probably begin with the amount of bodily fluids one must learn to deal with. that one should be good.