School is the worst.

Okay, school is not the worst.

But I sometimes think that after I put the kids to bed and I'm trying to cram in homework for all my classes.

We've been learning and reading about the importance of blogs this week and it has me pondering a lot.

Should I start up my blog again?

I have every excuse not to (kids, time, school, etc).

But who knows! Maybe it'll help me get that creativity flowing that's needed for social media content.

I often have the thought of, "Oh, it's too late..." or "Someone else is already doing that..."

Does anyone else do this?!

The Labor&Delivery Story

I know, I know, I haven't blogged in years (it feels like)

But I think a story time is a good way to kick off again!

Anton is a month and a half now and he's the bomb.
We are all completely in love with him.

Alright, let's get to the story!

It's March 1st, and I'm super pregnant (41 weeks 2 days) and
totally done being pregnant.
Like, nobody should be pregnant this long.
That morning I was having some super uncomfortable "gas bubbles"
that couldn't escape,
but I was like, "They gotta get out some time..."
(Little did I know, these were early contractions)
And didn't think twice about it.
I went on with my day with Rini.
Since I was induced with Rini (read up on Rini's birth story here),
I had no idea what going into labor naturally felt like.
(apparently I think it feels like painful gas bubbles,
but a lot of mommy's compare it to painful period cramps. Tomato, Tomotoe)
So around 2 pm Chris gets home from work.
I told him I've been having really painful gas bubbles,
and joked that I could be in labor (which I was, but apparently have a high pain tolerance.)
Skip to 10 pm that night and I'm trying to fall asleep, hoping to sleep off these pains which have gotten worse.
But every time I started to dose, the pain would come back!
After about an hour of not being able to fall asleep,
 I sat up (as quickly as an over due pregnant lady can)
and it suddenly dawned on me.

I. was in. labor.

I could still walk through the contractions,
so I wasn't in a hurry to get to the hospital.
I started to rush around the house making sure everything was ready to go.
Around 1:30 am Chris got up to get ready for work and I told him I was in labor, but not to worry about it because I'll probably be like this for hours.
He went off to work, and I laid down to try and get as much rest as possible.
But these darn contractions started to get incredibly uncomfortable,
and I didn't like it. An epidural started to sound veeeery nice.
I called Chris about 40 minutes after he got to work
and told him we should totally go to the hospital.
So if he could please teleport home, that'd be greaat.
I called his mom, Marcia, (she was expecting a call like this at ANY time) and asked if she could come over and keep an eye on Rini.
Chris was home in about 10 minutes, but it felt like an hour.
We packed up the car, Marcia arrived and we were off!

I have to give an honorable mention to the giant fat stupid semi truck who decided to go 10 miles an hour in front of a pregnant lady in labor at 3 in the morning.
I know he didn't know I was in labor, but still.

We get to the hospital and I tell Chris to just park in the garage (instead of going to the front of the ER), because I could totally just walk from there, no big deal.
I completely regret this decision.
Because it was so early in the morning,
a lot of the main entrances were locked, so we had to go around and find a random open door.
We find an open door and realize that we're a little lost and have no idea how to get to the L&D.
We ask a janitor for directions.
(while I tried to act normal, like nothing is going on, but I feel like he caught on because I was clearly pregnant and we asked him how to get to L&D...)
We were literally on the other side of the planet.
We had to go down so many halls on the longest journey of my life.
And I kept thinking, "Next time, we go through the ER entrance..." which is significantly closer to L&D.
We get to L&D and they are taking FOREEEVER to check us in.
First, they take me to a pre-labor room just to make sure they don't need to send me home.
After pushing all these buttons on her computer the nurse was like, "Oh! If I'd known you were 41w 2d, I would've put you straight in your room!"
That's nice. We're past that now.
The nurse goes through all these questions and just keeps typing away.
click click click click click click
click click click click click
Her favorite time to ask me a question was when I was having a contraction (which were getting a lot more painful)
Like, hiiii, where's my epidural?
She checked me and I was dilated to 6 cm.

We'll skip ahead to when I get the epidural, that's my favorite part (:(:(:(:(:
We get to our room and we have to sign some paper work.
Every time a contraction came, I'd tell Chris "No no no no, I don't like these. I don't like these."
The anesthesiologist finally arrives (love him, he's my bff), and gets me all situated (it's been about 2 hours since I arrived at the hospital.)
FINALLY.
I personally think the IV they stick in your arm is way worse than the epidural needle stab.

I literally started giggling with relief. I couldn't even control myself.
Which apparently was contagious because the nurses started to laugh too.
One of them commented, "You're funny!"
Thank you, thank you very much, I'll be here for a few hours.

I could feel the contractions but it was just glorious pressure.
The nurse checked me soon after the epidural and I was at 8 cm.
That's waaay to close for comfort (haha, comfort...)

Then we
napped.

Many hours later;
I felt like the baby's head was ready to come out,
I could feel the pressure getting lower are lower in my belly.
I told the nurse I thought it was time to push.
She checked me and I was at 10 cm, but his head wasn't low enough yet
AND
my water had not broken.
She said let's wait an hour and see what happens, and I agreed.
More rest for me and Chris (;
We waited an hour, my water had not popped yet, but he was ready to come out.
I woke up Chris and he was by my side, holding my hand.
The nurse said lets do some practice pushes (which really don't make any sense to me), so I pulled my numb knees to my nose and pushed with a contraction.
She said, "Okay, okay, stop, he's coming. You're a really good pusher!"
Thank you....?
So the whole TV crew (doctors and nurses) came in and geared up.
I started to push again, and my water finally broke.
More like...exploded.
It went everywhere (even got on the doctors pants, oops, haha)
I pushed for about 6 whole minutes and he was out.
Our precious little boy.

Anton David Hamann
March 2nd
22 1/2 inches and 8 lbs

The little grumpy alien, haha. ^^^^

The end!
We got out of the hospital as soon as we could, we just wanted to go home and cuddle with our family. Which is funny because with Rini I never wanted to leave the hospital.

The thing I take away from all of this (besides a baby) is that I'm not a screamer!
You know in the movies the pregnant women are having contractions and screaming and yelling.
I'm more of a grin-and-bear it kinda gal.
But honey, if you're having a baby and need to scream and yell, DO IT.
You do you!

This little guy can wiggle and dance out of any burrito^^^^

no matter how snugly wrapped up he is!

My favorite men in the whole entire world ^^^

I love you all, thanks for reading!

Sabrina

One of those days...

I'm doing laundry today like a good wife.

I turn the washer on, close it, and give myself an imaginary pat on the back

for doing a load of towels.

I walk back in the house (our washer and dryer are in the hot garage)

and walk past our dirty-towel hamper.

Which is fine.

Except it is untouched!

I forgot to put the towels in the washer!

I quickly grabbed them and stuffed them in.

Yup.

One of those days!

I almost ran an empty load.

I've been posting a lot of pictures on Instagram.

(follow me @sabrinahamann)

And I think it's because I haven't done a blog in a while!

And since I've kept you all updated through Instagram

I don't have a whole lot to share here!

Except this picture of me and Chris at our first time at Wing Stop.

I think we liked the wings, I can't remember.

Until next time,

thanks for reading and I love you all!

Sabrina

PS my baby is really cute with her little palm-tree piggy tail.

March in a nutshell + Rini's birthday (finally!)

It's been a couple weeks since Serena's birthday.

And now I am finally finally FINALLY making a post.

Which just basically consists of pictures.

Firstly, I can't believe she is ONE!

I'm pretty sure I birthed her yesterday.

Here is her little cupcake.

Strawberry flavored cake and 

homemade butter cream frosting. 

(I can't remember where I got the recipe, but it was so yum yum)

This is her after she started eating her cup cake

which she liked a lot.

These are here cousins (slash Aunt D'Veda) eating cupcakes 

like good littles.

And that's basically it!

It was so crazy fun that I literally 

forgot to serve the ice cream!

I was mad at myself at first, but then laughed and laughed.

Who forgets to serve ice cream?!

Apparently me!

We went over to Grandma and Grandpa Haag's house one day

and cousin Jack drove these girls around in a little Barbie car.

He was such a stud.

D'Veda was a good aunt and held Rini on her lap

while they drove down to the Great-Grandparents house.

 How do you mom's get a picture of your kids on the swing?!

For some reason I was having a hard time

but still got a pretty good one.

She loved it!

She would laugh sometimes

but mostly just sat in the swing and chilled.

Like, "I was born for this life."

She says, "buh-pa" (Grandpa)

"kitl kitl kitl" (Tickle tickle tickle)

She also put herself on her own sleep schedule

like the perfect little angel she is.

Thanks for reading!

I love you all!

Sabrina

Adventures with Serena!

This is literally all the good photos 

from our SoCal trip.

(unless you follow me on instagram or Facebook, where I posted pictures while things were happening!)

I am Gandalf The White.
Merliiin.
Happy, Sneezy, Doc, Sleepy, Bashful, Grumpy.
  Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
Bo-Bo Sheeshow (aka Santa Clause)!
You guys can name any other white-bearded characters you know in the comments beloow.
But seriously, she loved the ice cream.

Can we talk about this? How cute is this?
After a long day at Disneyland/California Adventure they passed out.
I absolutely love these moments.
These two are my favorite people in the entire world.

I look away for a second and BOOM.
She already wants to buy everything at Target like her mommy, haha.

We have a PlayStation 2 packed away somewhere.
Somehow she found this controller and LOVES loves loves
to carry it around the house and play with it.
She'll put her thumbs on the toggles and
move them around like she knows what she's doing.
It's super cute.
The cord isn't even plugged into anything,
it just drags behind her like a little devils tail. haha

She walks around like she owns the place now. She's a pro.
IN FACT when we were at Target the other day
she would throw a fit if you picked her up.
She says, "day doo" (thank you),
"bye bye bye" (like, N*Sync),
sometimes "da da", but mostly "momomom"
and she'll mimic what you say in her own way.
She's 100% adorable, and the reason my house isn't clean.

Thanks for reading, I love you all!

Sabrina

Ode to pizza

As promised, here is my paper/love letter I wrote recently for my English class. Please don't judge me for my grammatical errors and punctuation.

My Relationship with Pizza

Dear Pizza,

            I love you, unfortunately. There, I said it. I don’t know why you do this to us. Yes, I said “us.” I knew of my husband’s love for you before I married him, and I was okay with that. I never thought I would be a victim.

I remember when I first fell in love with you, and it wasn’t at first site. My husband and I were newly married when he brought you home. We didn’t even have a table in our house to place you on. We just sat on the floor; the three of us. Together. I made eye contact with your greasy pepperoni atop your mozzarella cheese. I winced. You didn’t look my type, but you were dinner that night.

As I picked up one of your slices, a tear of grease slid down it and landed on the box as if to say, “Goodbye, Box, my old friend.” I laid you down on my simple, white paper plate only to pick you up again. You seemed a little down, so I used both my hands to lift you up--to my mouth. I took a big bite, ensuring that both cheese and pepperoni would make it in.

Pizza, this is when I fell in love with you. Your pepperoni had the right amount of spice; it was the life of the party in my mouth. Mixed in was the grease that felt like a hot summer day, and the cheese fit in perfectly. Let’s not forget your crust! It was tortilla chips but with Wonder Bread, the right softness with a little crunch.

You’ve been there for me ever since then. Remember my pregnancy? Yes, we became very well acquainted during those long months of growing a human. I wouldn’t be surprised if you steal the little one’s heart, like you did her parents. After she was born, you were our first meal after we arrived home. Our neighbor across the street knocked on the door, and there you were in her hand. I could smell your aroma; calling to me.

We even had you for dinner tonight! I cannot resist you, Pizza. You have gone to my thighs. You are the reason I cannot lose the weight I gained from the pregnancy, but a small part of me says, “It’s worth it.” You were there when life changing moments were happening to my family, like our little one taking her first steps, and I am grateful. I know one day I might need to say goodbye to you for my health, but today is not that day. You’re family.

Love you till I can’t anymore,

            Sabrina

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Did you like this? Do you get what I'm saying?

Do you have a guilty food?

Let me know in the comments below!

I love you all and thanks for reading!

Sabrina

Hello 2015!

I love love love the holiday time and I am so sad that it is already over.

Like, why is time going so fast?

^^This was on Christmas. 

And pretty much the only not blurring picture (she won't stop moving!)

I. Love. Her. So. Much.

She is such a party, oh my gosh.

I eat her cheeks on a daily basis and

I cannot believe she is going to be 1 years old in March!

How is this happening?! I just had her yesterday!!

^^This is her on New Years eve/New Years 

(yes, I let her stay up for her first New Years.)

She was having a ball.

She sings.

She talks.

And she is walking now!

And by walking, I mean taking a few (2-5) baby steps at a time

then crawling the rest of the way.

She is taking more and more steps by the day though.

Chris told me, "She can't be a grown-up."

Sorry Serena, you have to stay a baby forever.

Dad said.

She is the absolute. best. Target buddy in the world.

She loves Target as much as I do.

It's like a giant theme park to her (and me!!)

 ^^^check out her cutie little beanie. bought it online at H&M for like $5 (find it here)

Yes, it has shiny polka dots. Two things that I love (shiny and polka dots!)

My cousin Brittany came into town from SLC!

We got some much needed

momma time together which was so much fun.

Her little handsome boy, Ethan, is like...

4 or 5 months younger than Rini.

I have to be honest,

seeing him and holding him made me a little baby hungry.

Guess it's time for me to read my delivery story again (here)

to remind me of how scary it is (;

Rini looked like a toddler next to him. He is so baby!

^^^We went on a walk and they both fell asleep, 

but of course when we want a picture Ethan wakes up. 

His eyes are SO cute and big and ROUND.

School has started up again, which is exciting!--said no one ever.

Haha, just kidding! It really is fun, 

I have the best classmates in the world.

AND I will share with you guys VERY soon

a little essay I wrote on my love for pizza.

no joke.

i <3 pizzzaaaaaaaa.

Till then,

I love you all and thanks for reading!

Sabrina