Well, I am 37 weeks this week. Some things I love about being pregnant, and some things I don't:
1. My body
I love it, love it, love it. I love being so curvy and voluptuous and having a good reason for it. (And I love not feeling guilty about brownies and ice cream). Charming likes my body too, and that's a plus. Of course there is one exception to my body self-love:
2. My butt
Yeah, I am not so big in the belly this pregnancy, but I noticed the other day that my butt is. In fact, I would go so far to say that my rear end is bigger than my belly. Not good. Not good at all.
3. The constant need to pee
Is it some kind of punishment? I mean, seriously. Is it very important that I need to use the toilet every 15 minutes, and sometimes just to dribble out almost nothing? At my baby shower during my last pregnancy, my friends had to guess my least favorite thing about pregnancy, and most said bedrest, since I had been on it for 9 weeks between the two pregnancies. But they were wrong. Need to pee. Hate it.
4. Feeling Baby Move
Unless I am trying to sleep and the child is keeping me awake, this is pretty much my favorite thing. Not to be cheesy, but it's pretty magical. It's the one thing that I miss once they're on the outside. Special. Really Special
5. The Braxton-Hicks Contractions
Really, I like to call these "fakey" contractions, since whoever Braxton-Hicks was, they certainly didn't invent the darn things, though it was nice of them to take the credit for them. Let me tell you that I love and hate these suckers. I like them because I feel like my body is doing something, and every one of them makes me that much closer to the big day. I don't like them because they are starting to be painful and because every one of them makes me think I am that much closer to the big day. And because I have so many, it is hard for me to know when I am really in labor (hence why Reenie was born 10 minutes after we got to the birth center.)
6. My wardrobe
Again, mixed feelings. I have some really cute stuff that I can only wear during pregnancy, but 9 months of the same stuff is a bit long... Especially towards the end when I only have one outfit that fits. And after the birth? No good at all, even though they are usually all that fits.
Your turn. If you've been pregnant, what did you like? What did you hate? If you haven't been pregnant but you've had a friend or relative who has, what did you like or hate about them during their pregnancy? (Be as nice as you can). Tell me, I want to know.
Monday, July 31, 2006
Thursday, July 27, 2006
The Long Awaited
This post is about two long awaited things: 1. My first pedicure in over five years, and 2. the pictures of my pink walls.
So the pdicure... I have had plantar warts on my feet since I was pregnant with E, thus preventing me from getting a professional pedicure. After much effort, they are finally (mostly) gone. So, since I can't reach my feet myself, I set out for a pedicure.
Funny thing happened in the comfy, vibrating spa chair in a room full of strong and foreign smells- I started to feel lightheaded, like I was about to pass out. It will go away, I told myself. Then I prayed it would go away. But no. Progressively worse, friends. It got to the point where I almost couldn't hear anything. So I told the lady I didn't feel well, she saw my lack of pigment and took me over to the couch to lie down. She then gave me some menthol stuff that she uses (as she herself passes out quite frequently) and tried to take care of me with water, Dr. Pepper and Asian Shrimp Crackers.
I can't remember when I have been taken care of so well. And I love my new beautiful feet.
Now, before I post the pics of my family room, let me make the following disclaimer: I love interior design, I watch HGTV when I can, I have a subscription to Better Homes and Gardens, and yet, I am no interior decorator. I can't quite get it right. So forgive me. Hopefully with time I will have my mother's skills of turning trash into home decor treasure. Until then...
This is my kids room, that my sis and I painted a few months ago. I am supposed to make more kites, but hey, it took me months to sit down and do the three you see here.
These are some scrapbook style works I did for the wall going up the stairs. The frames are mirrors from the dollar store.
This is a picture I got for Baby Spider's room. I bought the pic and the frame separately at a thrift store. The picture was actually bigger with a rip in the corner and the frame was all white. I chopped the pic a little, painted the frame and voila! Less than 2 bucks.
Here it is, the family room. Note the contrasting stencil work... And I need something for that right corner space. A picture or a huge plant or something.
The couch needs a throw or a quilt or something. And pretty pillows to tie the colors together better.
In my dining room.
It is a shame that this picture did not turn out better, as it is my favorite of the pink walls.
Well, at least they like my decorating...
And that's that. Let me know what you think.
Also, please note that if you spend almost an hour trying to make a post like this using dial-up internet, your two year old will take a pen and create tiger stripes running the entire length of her legs.
So the pdicure... I have had plantar warts on my feet since I was pregnant with E, thus preventing me from getting a professional pedicure. After much effort, they are finally (mostly) gone. So, since I can't reach my feet myself, I set out for a pedicure.
Funny thing happened in the comfy, vibrating spa chair in a room full of strong and foreign smells- I started to feel lightheaded, like I was about to pass out. It will go away, I told myself. Then I prayed it would go away. But no. Progressively worse, friends. It got to the point where I almost couldn't hear anything. So I told the lady I didn't feel well, she saw my lack of pigment and took me over to the couch to lie down. She then gave me some menthol stuff that she uses (as she herself passes out quite frequently) and tried to take care of me with water, Dr. Pepper and Asian Shrimp Crackers.
I can't remember when I have been taken care of so well. And I love my new beautiful feet.
Now, before I post the pics of my family room, let me make the following disclaimer: I love interior design, I watch HGTV when I can, I have a subscription to Better Homes and Gardens, and yet, I am no interior decorator. I can't quite get it right. So forgive me. Hopefully with time I will have my mother's skills of turning trash into home decor treasure. Until then...
This is my kids room, that my sis and I painted a few months ago. I am supposed to make more kites, but hey, it took me months to sit down and do the three you see here.
These are some scrapbook style works I did for the wall going up the stairs. The frames are mirrors from the dollar store.
This is a picture I got for Baby Spider's room. I bought the pic and the frame separately at a thrift store. The picture was actually bigger with a rip in the corner and the frame was all white. I chopped the pic a little, painted the frame and voila! Less than 2 bucks.
Here it is, the family room. Note the contrasting stencil work... And I need something for that right corner space. A picture or a huge plant or something.
The couch needs a throw or a quilt or something. And pretty pillows to tie the colors together better.
In my dining room.
It is a shame that this picture did not turn out better, as it is my favorite of the pink walls.
Well, at least they like my decorating...
And that's that. Let me know what you think.
Also, please note that if you spend almost an hour trying to make a post like this using dial-up internet, your two year old will take a pen and create tiger stripes running the entire length of her legs.
Monday, July 24, 2006
Slacker
I am a blog slacker, it is true. BUT...
The pictures of the pink living room are coming... I don't have a digital camera, so I do things the old fashioned way. With a film camera and a scanner. Expect them Friday... They are coming.
And I have funny kids.
Tonight Reenie had one of those glowstick bracelets. She was putting the plastic connector in her mouth and then pulling it off the stick with her teeth. It made a sound and she then informed me, "I made it fart." Yeah, she's not quite 2 yet.
Then later she was telling us that we were all robots. E comes in and says, "Don't be so DAFT. We're not robots we're boys and girls." Daft? Don't know where that came from. Funny though. Charming asked him who was a boy, and he said, "E." Then Charming asked him who was a girl. Reenie. "And who else is a girl?" he asked, to which E replied, "Who's a lady? Mommy."
The pictures are coming soon, and hopefully a better post.
The pictures of the pink living room are coming... I don't have a digital camera, so I do things the old fashioned way. With a film camera and a scanner. Expect them Friday... They are coming.
And I have funny kids.
Tonight Reenie had one of those glowstick bracelets. She was putting the plastic connector in her mouth and then pulling it off the stick with her teeth. It made a sound and she then informed me, "I made it fart." Yeah, she's not quite 2 yet.
Then later she was telling us that we were all robots. E comes in and says, "Don't be so DAFT. We're not robots we're boys and girls." Daft? Don't know where that came from. Funny though. Charming asked him who was a boy, and he said, "E." Then Charming asked him who was a girl. Reenie. "And who else is a girl?" he asked, to which E replied, "Who's a lady? Mommy."
The pictures are coming soon, and hopefully a better post.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Mom-ness
So I am sitting here in front of the computer with a teletubbie in my shirt between my bosoms and two kids on my lap.
Just thought you should know.
Just thought you should know.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
People are Weird
Okay, so I haven't posted in awhile but I have been thinking about the blog...
You know you've been thinking about the blog too much when you have a dream and in the dream you think, I am going to blog about this dream, and how weird it is and you then work out your exact post in the dream. Yep. Happened last night, only the dream isn't so very funny to blog about. I mean it sort of is/was. If I have any requests for it, I'll post about it.
Anyway, people are weird.
So I go to the El Cheapo Gas Station today, and of course there is a line, since it is El Cheapo Gas. The person I choose to be behind in line is (no offense) an overweight man in a shirt that says "Scotsman for hire." Well, 'Ol Scotty is pumping his gas and cleaning his already clean looking back window. When his gas is finished, he hangs up the nozzle and proceeds to squeegee ALL the windows. Then a woman gets out of the car, looks at the pump number and goes in to pay? I don't know, but he just kept cleaning the windows even though I was clearly waiting, his windows were already clean, his gas was done pumping... and hello, I was waiting! In a minivan! Not some little car that he couldn't see... (I've heard that one before when a car backed into my OLDSMOBILE)
Another car had come up, pumped her gas and left during the time I was waiting for the Scotsman. In fact, I drove around used her pump, and Scotty drove off shortly before I did.
People are weird.
And then I had a playdate set up for today. Apparently the other mom's daughter fell asleep and would possibly not be up before our 3:00 playdate time. She said on her phone message she could come later but not too much later than that. So I am thinking like no later than 3:45 or even 3:30. When I talked to her on the phone she said if it's even 3:15 she won't make it because she has a lot to do. This to me seemed weird. If 3:15 is too late, then isn't 3 too late as well? Why did we set it up for that time if it ultimately was too late? Was she only planning on playing f0r 30 minutes? And she does live just down a couple streets. A 5 minute walk.
People are weird.
What do you think?
You know you've been thinking about the blog too much when you have a dream and in the dream you think, I am going to blog about this dream, and how weird it is and you then work out your exact post in the dream. Yep. Happened last night, only the dream isn't so very funny to blog about. I mean it sort of is/was. If I have any requests for it, I'll post about it.
Anyway, people are weird.
So I go to the El Cheapo Gas Station today, and of course there is a line, since it is El Cheapo Gas. The person I choose to be behind in line is (no offense) an overweight man in a shirt that says "Scotsman for hire." Well, 'Ol Scotty is pumping his gas and cleaning his already clean looking back window. When his gas is finished, he hangs up the nozzle and proceeds to squeegee ALL the windows. Then a woman gets out of the car, looks at the pump number and goes in to pay? I don't know, but he just kept cleaning the windows even though I was clearly waiting, his windows were already clean, his gas was done pumping... and hello, I was waiting! In a minivan! Not some little car that he couldn't see... (I've heard that one before when a car backed into my OLDSMOBILE)
Another car had come up, pumped her gas and left during the time I was waiting for the Scotsman. In fact, I drove around used her pump, and Scotty drove off shortly before I did.
People are weird.
And then I had a playdate set up for today. Apparently the other mom's daughter fell asleep and would possibly not be up before our 3:00 playdate time. She said on her phone message she could come later but not too much later than that. So I am thinking like no later than 3:45 or even 3:30. When I talked to her on the phone she said if it's even 3:15 she won't make it because she has a lot to do. This to me seemed weird. If 3:15 is too late, then isn't 3 too late as well? Why did we set it up for that time if it ultimately was too late? Was she only planning on playing f0r 30 minutes? And she does live just down a couple streets. A 5 minute walk.
People are weird.
What do you think?
Friday, July 14, 2006
Nesting part deux
So, I realized something about my nesting... nothing I am doing has anything to do with the baby. It's all just random stuff I have wanted to do for awhile. I'm not painting the nursery or sorting through baby clothes, I am just decorating my house. Any ideas on why this is?
I feel blessed to be pregnant. I am excited for our new arrival and just glad that I have never struggled with fertility issues. And yet... I am miserable. I just am not loving being pregnant right now. I am tired, I have a bazillion contractions a day, the extra weight is taking its toll, I can't eat anything without some kind of stomach incident... ick-a-roo. I am literally counting the days... and struggling through every one. And to make things worse, Charming's place of employment has just decreed that they own him for the next week or more and that he can never come home again. Okay, not those words exactly, but might as well have been.
Uggh. So much to do. So no help from an absent hubby. But the family room is looking fabulous. I've been stenciling.
I feel blessed to be pregnant. I am excited for our new arrival and just glad that I have never struggled with fertility issues. And yet... I am miserable. I just am not loving being pregnant right now. I am tired, I have a bazillion contractions a day, the extra weight is taking its toll, I can't eat anything without some kind of stomach incident... ick-a-roo. I am literally counting the days... and struggling through every one. And to make things worse, Charming's place of employment has just decreed that they own him for the next week or more and that he can never come home again. Okay, not those words exactly, but might as well have been.
Uggh. So much to do. So no help from an absent hubby. But the family room is looking fabulous. I've been stenciling.
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Nesting
Sorry no post for awhile. It's been a little bit crazy around here...
I've been nesting.
This is my third pregnancy. I have never successfully made it to 34 weeks without going on bedrest (I am 34 weeks on Tuesday, cross your fingers) and I have consequently never had the true "nesting" urge.
Until now.
I was on vacation in Idaho for a week and while there I got decorating fever. Perhaps it was the plethora of home and garden type magazines that were available at the cabin or maybe all the HGTV I watched. I don't know. But something happened and when I came home, life took a turn.
Charming did an amazing job getting the house all clean for our return. And yet over the next few days I found myself obsessively cleaning, making plans, and making sure all the art and decor I have had lying around for months got hung up on the walls.
And on Monday I bought paint. A sophisticated rose color called "cheeky", but let's not be fooling ourselves here, it's pink. And I had to paint the walls IMMEDIATELY. Not the nursery folks, the dining room. The room where all genders convene for meals. Risky? I don't know, but I LOVE IT. It looks SO good.
Needless to say, I probably overdid it a little on that day. The Fourth found me more than a little exhausted and I consumed a bit too much medium rare beef that night as at 2 am I was in the hospital. I had woken up around 1 am with some serious contractions. I get them all the time, but this time they were a little too close, and a little too uncomfortable in between. I threw up. I didn't feel better. I pooed. I didn't feel better. So after a prayer and a call to the neighbor, we were off.
The sort of funny thing is that on the drive there I made Charming pull over so I could puke some more. A car drove by, and I thought to myself, "It's fourth of July eve, they probably think I am drunk." Ironic, since I don't drink. Anyway.
So we went to the labor and delivery. They gave me a bag of fluid and a shot of morphine in the bum and I was ever so sleepy for the next 24 hours or more. I literally slept all day Wednesday, put the kids to bed early since Charming was working late, and went to bed at 9:30 and woke up Thursday morning at 8:30. Can you see why I didn't blog?
And then on Thursday, Charming and I took a few days to go to a hotel and enjoy the local sights without the kids.
So nice. And now I am back. Not on bedrest, and ready to paint the family room.
I've been nesting.
This is my third pregnancy. I have never successfully made it to 34 weeks without going on bedrest (I am 34 weeks on Tuesday, cross your fingers) and I have consequently never had the true "nesting" urge.
Until now.
I was on vacation in Idaho for a week and while there I got decorating fever. Perhaps it was the plethora of home and garden type magazines that were available at the cabin or maybe all the HGTV I watched. I don't know. But something happened and when I came home, life took a turn.
Charming did an amazing job getting the house all clean for our return. And yet over the next few days I found myself obsessively cleaning, making plans, and making sure all the art and decor I have had lying around for months got hung up on the walls.
And on Monday I bought paint. A sophisticated rose color called "cheeky", but let's not be fooling ourselves here, it's pink. And I had to paint the walls IMMEDIATELY. Not the nursery folks, the dining room. The room where all genders convene for meals. Risky? I don't know, but I LOVE IT. It looks SO good.
Needless to say, I probably overdid it a little on that day. The Fourth found me more than a little exhausted and I consumed a bit too much medium rare beef that night as at 2 am I was in the hospital. I had woken up around 1 am with some serious contractions. I get them all the time, but this time they were a little too close, and a little too uncomfortable in between. I threw up. I didn't feel better. I pooed. I didn't feel better. So after a prayer and a call to the neighbor, we were off.
The sort of funny thing is that on the drive there I made Charming pull over so I could puke some more. A car drove by, and I thought to myself, "It's fourth of July eve, they probably think I am drunk." Ironic, since I don't drink. Anyway.
So we went to the labor and delivery. They gave me a bag of fluid and a shot of morphine in the bum and I was ever so sleepy for the next 24 hours or more. I literally slept all day Wednesday, put the kids to bed early since Charming was working late, and went to bed at 9:30 and woke up Thursday morning at 8:30. Can you see why I didn't blog?
And then on Thursday, Charming and I took a few days to go to a hotel and enjoy the local sights without the kids.
So nice. And now I am back. Not on bedrest, and ready to paint the family room.
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