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Sleep

When I was pregnant, people started talking to me about sleep. I heard lots of advice about sleeping as much as possible, sleeping when the baby sleeps, etc. And it wasnt that I didnt believe them, or that I didnt think sleep was important. It […]

The Day After June 20

When I last posted, I was 37 weeks pregnant, incredibly uncomfortable, and very warm. I questioned the validity of doing the pregnancy thing another whole 3 weeks, then rationalized that it was better since we would get to move and kind of get settled in […]

Oh. Sweet. Lord.

Okay, so I have been super slack since school let out. And yet, so ridiculously busy! Turns out nesting is a real pregnant lady syndrome, and is NOT fun in your temporary apartment. When I was told that Baby Girl was in “go” position, I immediately thought, “She’s coming while we’re in this apartment”, and went home and did two loads of laundry, folding up her tiny clothes and selecting the ever important going home outfit (for me, not her- she will look great in whatever she wears. Her mama, however…jury is out.). So the last two weeks have flown by and now, technically (by the skin of my teeth) we have reached full term together. I have asked her, every day since, to please hang in there for a couple more weeks, no matter how much I curse her feet in my rib cage.

I have to say that 37 weeks pregnant is much different than even 35 weeks pregnant. I had not a clue how much more this girl could GROW, but she has. And now I’m awake much more, and I’m also thinking about her a lot more than I was. If I don’t feel her move, I try to force her too (I have been eating a LOT of fruit, and fewer cupcakes). I have been reading all sorts of books (after all, I am a librarian) and I’ve been chatting with her about what a great journey this has been (minus the first few months) but how we’re almost ready for her to be on the outside. But not quite yet. I’ve been pretty much living in Babies’R’Us as I try to decide what’s useful and what’s a gimmick. The good news is, I am finally panicking. I wrote a list last night (just like my mother) with all the things I need to get done by the end of the week. I looked at the list, and, well, panicked. So, in taking after Beth Anne declared a catch up day. Sort of. It’s more like a half catch up day but whatever. It works. Kind of. For instance, a new blog entry was on the list, and here I am typing it up.

The downside of being this pregnant is being this pregnant and watching a house get renovated. Kudos to those who completely do their own renovation and THANK YOU JESUS we have a contractor. Otherwise I would be going insane right now. Even though you have to communicate constantly about what you actually want (which isn’t always what the contractor wants for you) it’s definitely easier than me trying to figure things out on my own. And it’s coming together! Slowly but surely. Along with that, however, things are falling apart slowly but surely. Like yesterday when I went in to find out that the hall bath pipe is also rusted and the spigot literally fell off into the tub. Sigh. Sometimes I think I should have married a plumber- sorry Matt.

So, the rest of my list for today?

1. Lunch (a pregnant lady is a hungry lady)
2. Lowe’s- to talk to them about the recent tragedy in our hall bath
3. finding our sweet little one a pediatrician
4. Target. But I am not afraid. I am not afraid.
5. Hopefully a nice walk later 🙂 (exercise during pregnancy is a must :-))

What is a Jicama?

When I opened my 32 week email, I had no idea what a jicama was (pronounced hi-ca-ma) but apparently its a large root vegetable, used primarily in Central America, and weighing an impressive 3.75 pounds. What this means is I have close to 4 pounds […]

Week 30: I am a Head of Cabbage

We are in the home stretch, officially. No turning back now. Last night Matt and I went to our first childbirth education class. They are offered by this nurse in her home, and 6 couples come in per session. Its amazing to me that you […]

You Can Always Level Up To A New Ridiculousness

Real Conversation Friday Night: Me: “That’s weird. My foot feels numb.” Walk around some waiting for the feeling to come back. Matt: Hmmm. Me: What does that mean? Matt: Nothing. Me: Your face doesn’t say nothing. What’s going on down there? (sometimes I think he forgets that I can no longer readily see my feet) Matt: Your foot looks, I don’t know, different than the other one. It was different. Completely different than the other one. My first experience with swelling. I put my feet up and watched in amazement as, in fact, my left foot was completely different than my right. Up until this point, I actually thought (hold the laughter back) that I wasn’t going to swell. I figured it might be all the water I was drinking, but I was going to be one of those pregnant women who didn’t get swollen feet. Go ahead, you can laugh now. I also vaguely remember my friends complaining about swelling and thinking that it was kind of random and why didn’t they just put up their feet? Now I know. Having to put your feet up is not as pleasant as it seems. I lay there, feet propped up, while Matt handled dinner, getting me something to drink, etc, etc. The only one of us who loved it was Neko, as it became yet another opportunity to try and climb on top of the baby. What I thought about, as I lay there, was could mean trouble. that this could be a foreshadowing of my summer. Theoretically since it’s NC in the summer it’s going to be hot. Maybe really hot. And the baby will continue to grow. It’s blowing my mind every week that my belly can actually support both my normal internal organs and then this other creature. When I was a kid, I had this anatomical doll that had all the body parts in it. You were supposed to take each body part and paint it a certain color, including veins and nerves, then put it all back together so you could see what the human body looked like, where organs were located, etc. The female version of this model had a baby attachment. Essentially you could pop off the plastic front of the model, insert a fetus, then pop on a larger version of the belly. Actually, HERE IT IS!! http://www.amazon.com/Craft-House-Corporation-74623-Visible/dp/B00004W1DG and then it’s listed as having a “pregnancy option”. What isn’t listed is the way your other body parts have to shift. The way the anatomical model played it, I would simply pop off my original flat belly, then place a new belly around the baby. Which is exceptionally easy, even for the hands of a small child (I think I was around 11 when I was interested in painting and putting together a tiny model of a human). Of course the reality that is not expressed via the Skillcraft box, is that really the baby makes an effort to move your internal organs in order to create room, then stretches forward, to add a little “oomph” to the process. Unfortunately, there is not the option of me removing one belly to put another in place for just a short time. Because, naturally once that baby arrives, you could just switch the belly out. Maybe I could also switch out swollen feet at the same time?

Freedom of Choice

Yesterday was sort of enlightening. I say sort of because nothing necessarily happened that should have enlightened me but the more I think about it, the more I think about what its going to be like to be in charge of a small child. My […]

Week 23: The Infection

I definitely wanted the title of this post to sound ominous. Because its something I have been struggling with for the last couple of weeks. It started with a cold, which isnt uncommon this time of year or in my area of expertise. Small children […]

Are you sure there’s just one in there? Week 22

My CHILD. Not children, CHILD, has an insatiable appetite. I think I have eaten like this at these times: 1. Growth spurt, 9th grade. 2. Freshman year of college, when I discovered I could get to the grocery store at any time of day or night. 3. Marathon training 1, because I didn’t know what was going on, but all I could think about was pancakes. The other marathons were much more in control. 4. The day after our wedding, because everyone is right, you don’t get to eat at your reception. 5. Now. Today one of my co-workers asked how I was doing, and when I said, “Yeah, I’m just trying to hang in there until lunch since I just had a snack about five minutes ago” she nodded her head in understanding, and told me that when she was pregnant, she used to go to bed thinking about what she was going to have for breakfast the next morning. Oh, no. I didn’t even realize that that wasn’t normal. Oh. NO. In fact, even as I type this (It’s Friday night, so I’m getting ready for a little disco nap before heading to Matt’s show), I’m concerned because we are completely out of soymilk, there aren’t enough eggs to bake a cake, and I ate the last of the grapefruit this morning. It’s a problem. So now I’m trying to figure out if realistically I can nap, get ready to go out, go to the store first, come back, and then head downtown, all while maintaining my coolness quotient. It’s going to be a tight fit. Get it? A tight fit? Something else i may have mentioned before, but is worth mentioning again is that I am cyberstalking the following ladies: Kate Middleton Kim Kardashian The reason I am stalking them? Because I don’t have time to watch E!…just kidding. I’m stalking them because I want to religious follow their baby bumps and compare them to mine. That’s apparently another side effect of pregnancy. You find yourself staring sideways at other pregnant women, wondering how far along they are, and what they looked like to begin with. In Kate’s case, it’s super easy, and I get to sigh over not being able to afford the amazing maternity wardrobe she can have. It’s okay, really. I’ll take some onesies and maybe a car seat any day. But that doesn’t make up for this afternoon, when I had a parent tell me, “Wow! You’ve really popped out! Are you sure it’s just the one?” I don’t think it’s an exact quote but it is pretty close. The irony is, I would be really upset, and honestly you know how c-ra-zy we are with the hormones and cravings and whatnot, but I didn’t even get that angry because I completely agree! Yes, it has popped out! Yes- this is completely insane! Who knew my belly could handle this??? I definitely didn’t. I’m thinking what it comes down to is a lack of control that bothers us most of all. We think that we, as humans, have the ability to control both ourselves and our surroundings at any given time. Like, yes, there is a chocolate truffle sitting in front of me. But I don’t have to pick it up. I could CHOOSE to walk away. Or, when you’re in an accident and you want to flip out on the person that’s messing with your schedule, but instead you CHOOSE to calmly ask why they were driving if their brakes were not working properly. With pregnancy, it’s different. Don’t worry- there is still a perfectly logical side of my brain that says “You can CHOOSE not to eat that!” But then, the baby already has a voice and what the baby says, the baby gets. Today, I didn’t listen to the baby. I was feeling tired at the end of the day and briefly considered going home and napping, but instead pushed myself to go the gym. I had a terrible workout that didn’t accomplish anything and actually made me feel more tired than I was already. I came home, ate, felt slightly better, but then realized I was (AM, actually) still not really listening to the baby. I feel like it’s a foreshadowing of days to come. So, I’m leaving this post. And heading to bed (but just for a bit!) before heading out to be the pregnant lady at the bar (Ha! I used pregnant and bar in the same sentence!). At least I know I won’t get carded at the door.

He Said He Can’t Keep Up

Direct quote from last weekend’s dinner with my husband. Actually, this is the exact quote “I can’t keep up with you anymore.” Stated while pushing his mostly empty plate away as I reached towards it with my fork, since my plate was empty. I haven’t […]