Our first visit to the doctors office for Baby No Name was Monday morning. Of course Mason had jury duty and wasn't going to be able to come. My brother in law and I were giving Mason all kinds of excuses to use, and all of them were lies. Mason decided to be honest and try to get out of it by telling them that our first prenatal exam for our first baby was the same day. The request had to get approved by the judge before he could be excused. They would then send a card in the mail excusing Mason from jury duty if the judge approved. Which we didn't get until Monday afternoon (not helpful). So Mason had to go to court, where they informed him that he in fact had been excused. I'm so glad about that, he really wanted to be there. So Baby No Name, your first lesson is that, honesty really is the best policy.
So to the doctor we went! Although we only had about a 30 min wait, we were still there for just over two hours. Talk to the doctor, get examined, talk to the doctor, wait for the ultrasound, get the ultrasound, wait for a quick word from the doctor, run out the door to shovel in the first food we see. I'm not allowed to wash Mason's work clothes anymore, darn that bad luck. But most importantly, Baby No Name has a very strong heart rate (170) which we were able to hear and see. According to the technician, our baby is PERFECT. But of course we already knew that.
As for me, I only have four pregnancy symptoms remaining, constipation, gas bubbles, 3am bathroom breaks and constant exhaustion. On that note, I'm off to bed after a SMALL glass of water.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
Week 8 - Raspberry!
I thought I was going to have to take back my previous statement about gas bubbles being the worst of my problems when I got sick in the parking lot at work on Monday (I couldn't make it back to the bathroom, I barely made it to the grass in time). I thought I was going to tell you all how much afternoon sickness sucks, but no such luck. My sister called to tell me not to worry about getting morning sickness, she generously took care of it for me with her sympathy sickness. But it was too late. After my 3rd dash to the bathroom I decided this was definitely not the baby's doing. This was something much, much worse.
I'm struggling with how much detail to include with this post. I have no problems telling the world exactly which trip to the bathroom I learned to never trust a fart. But do you really want to hear all the gory details? Probably not, so I will run with the "less is more" concept. Long story short, my sister, Mother, 3 cousins, 1 of their kids, my niece, and 2 of my aunts all got sick. And since we all ate lunch together on Sunday, we assumed it was food poisoning. Then the men started getting sick too. And let me tell you, this was not a fun one at all. It wasn't until yesterday that I could really eat again. Wednesday I tried, but about half a PB&J was all I could handle at a time. So for 2 1/2 days, while blueberry was working on growing his/her brain, I wasn't getting any nutrition.
But now, now it's a Raspberry! And my jeans are getting a little tight. Not so tight that I will stop wearing them, just a little tighter then normal, especially with the three pounds I lost this week (which I'm sure was all water weight). This week Raspberry is getting elbows, fingers and toes. The ears, eyes and nose are also starting to form. But most importantly, neurons are starting to fire in Raspberry's brain. Thank goodness the thought of food doesn't make me want to barf, I really need to scarf down those brain foods. Except Steak n' Shake sounds really good right now.
I'm struggling with how much detail to include with this post. I have no problems telling the world exactly which trip to the bathroom I learned to never trust a fart. But do you really want to hear all the gory details? Probably not, so I will run with the "less is more" concept. Long story short, my sister, Mother, 3 cousins, 1 of their kids, my niece, and 2 of my aunts all got sick. And since we all ate lunch together on Sunday, we assumed it was food poisoning. Then the men started getting sick too. And let me tell you, this was not a fun one at all. It wasn't until yesterday that I could really eat again. Wednesday I tried, but about half a PB&J was all I could handle at a time. So for 2 1/2 days, while blueberry was working on growing his/her brain, I wasn't getting any nutrition.
But now, now it's a Raspberry! And my jeans are getting a little tight. Not so tight that I will stop wearing them, just a little tighter then normal, especially with the three pounds I lost this week (which I'm sure was all water weight). This week Raspberry is getting elbows, fingers and toes. The ears, eyes and nose are also starting to form. But most importantly, neurons are starting to fire in Raspberry's brain. Thank goodness the thought of food doesn't make me want to barf, I really need to scarf down those brain foods. Except Steak n' Shake sounds really good right now.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Something to Blog About
As most people who read this blog already know, Mason and I are expecting our first little baby in August. No, we didn't plan on having a baby so soon, but as I've said many times, I do love surprises. And while many (okay, ALL) of my pre-baby goals/plans have officially been thrown out the window, I'd rather have the baby. Mason was ready for a baby as soon as the wedding was over. He is probably more excited then I am, but I'm sure it's only because he doesn't have to deal with the debilitating gas bubble cramps that took over my body last night. That is probably the worst of my symptoms right now. Well, that and the constant need for a nap. Baby does not like meals he/she would much rather I ate chex mix and Fruit Roll-ups all day. And Taco Bell, but I usually pay for that choice later. I did have my first non craving last week, and it was very saddening. Baby does not want chocolate. I'm sure I should be glad that I don't find the idea of chocolate appealing right now, but why did baby have to go and take one of my favorite things?
Mason thinks it's funny when I start drooling at commercials or when I announce that I want some random food we don't have. He was happy to give into my 89 cent burrito craving, but he wouldn't take me to get a doughnut or french fries on the way to his parents house. So what if we were going to eat there too? Does that really matter? I'm living in the moment here, not a hour away. And for the record, baby still wants that doughnut and those french fries. He tried to tell me that I couldn't have them because we wanted a healthy pregnancy and all that, but then he was willing to get me Papa Johns or Taco Bell so we know that was a lie. Or it was just a passing thought of trying to be good. But now he just laughs when I'm lying in bed and decide a hot dog would be just the thing I need.
Anyway we are 7 weeks along, that means right now Baby is the size of a blueberry. Little Baby Blueberry. Blueberry is growing a brain this week and arms and legs too. So excuse me while I trade in my Easy Mac for some good brain food, and a doughnut, and maybe some french fries too.
Mason thinks it's funny when I start drooling at commercials or when I announce that I want some random food we don't have. He was happy to give into my 89 cent burrito craving, but he wouldn't take me to get a doughnut or french fries on the way to his parents house. So what if we were going to eat there too? Does that really matter? I'm living in the moment here, not a hour away. And for the record, baby still wants that doughnut and those french fries. He tried to tell me that I couldn't have them because we wanted a healthy pregnancy and all that, but then he was willing to get me Papa Johns or Taco Bell so we know that was a lie. Or it was just a passing thought of trying to be good. But now he just laughs when I'm lying in bed and decide a hot dog would be just the thing I need.
Anyway we are 7 weeks along, that means right now Baby is the size of a blueberry. Little Baby Blueberry. Blueberry is growing a brain this week and arms and legs too. So excuse me while I trade in my Easy Mac for some good brain food, and a doughnut, and maybe some french fries too.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Shopping, Surprises and Decorating
These are a few of my favorite things. When it comes to shopping, I love the deal hunting and the perfect item quest. Compliment my shirt and I will be all to happy to tell you that I got it for $3. Admire my shoes, and I'll tell you all about my small sample size feet and my friend in the shoe biz. And in case you were wondering, I am wearing a $5 shirt and free shoes today. And do you know what I love about my free shoes? They are always different then what everyone else is wearing. Usually because they are marked for a different country because they are considered to "fast" for the US. But I LOVE them. But enough about my fabulous shoes, back to Christmas Shopping and Surprises. Ooh, speaking of surprises, my sorta boss just brought me a scratchers ticket and a dove bar. Only one of which was a winner. I'll give you a hint, it wasn't the scratchers ticket.
Anyway, I went shopping really early on Black Friday this year. I mean, the sun isn't up yet and I am parked outside my cousins house to pick her up. My sister got wind of a midnight madness sale at Gymboree and ended up not going to sleep at all, so she was quite entertaining. We all knew the moment she stopped talking she would be out, so she didn't stop talking. One of our stops included Kohl's, where I was looking slippers for Mason, but decided I didn't want to pay $18 for it, even though it was originally priced at $32. So I thought I would go back on Monday when my Kohl's Cash was good and buy them. Lucky me, when I went back they were on sale for $15, and with my $10 Kohl's Cash, I spent only $5. What's even better, I went back on Tuesday to get something else, and that same item was now $20! That's right, I'm a shopping genius.
If there is one thing I love more then finding awesome deals on something you are going to get anyway, it's surprises. I love giving them and getting them. I love to torture people with obscure clues that will drive them crazy more then it will help them figure out what it is. I even love being tortured with those obscure clues. And I am the queen of secret keeping. Except for Mason's big gift. I just blurted it out one day. I asked him what else he wanted since I won his gift I could buy him a little something else. Then I said, "I do need to get something else to go with your cam." I caught myself there, but a little to late. I so was focused on not saying "memory card," that I completely blanked on not saying camera. And of course I couldn't think of anything else that started with cam. You know, like camping equipment. Duh. But I do still have a few things up my sleeve, so all is not lost.
Decorating. This year the outside of my house is finally getting some attention. Thanks to Rachel there is now a 9 ft inflatable Santa in my side yard and thanks to Tami, two deer in my front yard. But I have to say, the most decorated area is my cubicle. Did I mention that it is a prize winning cube? Yeah, it really is.
Anyway, I went shopping really early on Black Friday this year. I mean, the sun isn't up yet and I am parked outside my cousins house to pick her up. My sister got wind of a midnight madness sale at Gymboree and ended up not going to sleep at all, so she was quite entertaining. We all knew the moment she stopped talking she would be out, so she didn't stop talking. One of our stops included Kohl's, where I was looking slippers for Mason, but decided I didn't want to pay $18 for it, even though it was originally priced at $32. So I thought I would go back on Monday when my Kohl's Cash was good and buy them. Lucky me, when I went back they were on sale for $15, and with my $10 Kohl's Cash, I spent only $5. What's even better, I went back on Tuesday to get something else, and that same item was now $20! That's right, I'm a shopping genius.
If there is one thing I love more then finding awesome deals on something you are going to get anyway, it's surprises. I love giving them and getting them. I love to torture people with obscure clues that will drive them crazy more then it will help them figure out what it is. I even love being tortured with those obscure clues. And I am the queen of secret keeping. Except for Mason's big gift. I just blurted it out one day. I asked him what else he wanted since I won his gift I could buy him a little something else. Then I said, "I do need to get something else to go with your cam." I caught myself there, but a little to late. I so was focused on not saying "memory card," that I completely blanked on not saying camera. And of course I couldn't think of anything else that started with cam. You know, like camping equipment. Duh. But I do still have a few things up my sleeve, so all is not lost.
Decorating. This year the outside of my house is finally getting some attention. Thanks to Rachel there is now a 9 ft inflatable Santa in my side yard and thanks to Tami, two deer in my front yard. But I have to say, the most decorated area is my cubicle. Did I mention that it is a prize winning cube? Yeah, it really is.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Why I Love Decorating For Christmas
Aside from the fact that I LOVE this season, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years and 5-6 days of not being at work and still getting paid. Not to mention all those wonderfully cheesy Christmas movies. What could be more wonderful then that? I love transforming the house to be all festive. Plus, once a year, I get Mason to help me rearrange furniture, no questions asked. And if that weren't enough, I also get to vacuum under all that furniture. Would you like to know what we found this year? Under the coffee table was a stick (thanks Koby, I really wanted that there). Under the sofa was a flash light, a flash drive and some paper. Behind the sofa, resting on the window ledge was a sprinkling of finger nails.
Excuse me while I gag a little. When we first discovered them, there was some confusion. "Is that really what I think it is? Did someone really bite or tear off their nails and drop them over the back of the couch?" The longer they sat there, the more grossed out I got. I quickly grabbed the vacuum and sucked those suckers up. Then I made Mason sterilize the sill. Then came the debate, clearly they weren't mine, they were too big for my little fingers. But Mason was trying with all his might to figure out if he did it. If he would do such a thing. He debated with himself for quite some time before I stepped in and came to his defense. If he were to rip off his nails, he would probably leave them on the coffee table instead of behind the couch. Which he did once or twice a long time ago until I informed how gross that really was. There are only two other men that sit on our couches often enough and for long enough periods of time to leave that many nails behind in less then a year. And to those two men, I'm watching you (you too Mason, just in case). When I catch you, I'm going to hand you all my cleaning supplies and put you to work on the ENTIRE house. And then I will throw a party, cause my whole house will be clean.
Excuse me while I gag a little. When we first discovered them, there was some confusion. "Is that really what I think it is? Did someone really bite or tear off their nails and drop them over the back of the couch?" The longer they sat there, the more grossed out I got. I quickly grabbed the vacuum and sucked those suckers up. Then I made Mason sterilize the sill. Then came the debate, clearly they weren't mine, they were too big for my little fingers. But Mason was trying with all his might to figure out if he did it. If he would do such a thing. He debated with himself for quite some time before I stepped in and came to his defense. If he were to rip off his nails, he would probably leave them on the coffee table instead of behind the couch. Which he did once or twice a long time ago until I informed how gross that really was. There are only two other men that sit on our couches often enough and for long enough periods of time to leave that many nails behind in less then a year. And to those two men, I'm watching you (you too Mason, just in case). When I catch you, I'm going to hand you all my cleaning supplies and put you to work on the ENTIRE house. And then I will throw a party, cause my whole house will be clean.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
My 30 Seconds With Fame
I am normally not the "travel to meet people" type person. If a band I love is in town, I might go. If an author I admire is in the area for a book signing I probably won't go. Unless of course I personally know the person, like Steve. When I found out The Pioneer Woman was coming to St. Louis to sign her new cook book, I got really excited. But then I found out she was going to do a Q&A session and book signing in Kansas City, and I just HAD to be there. So I called up Tami and begged to crash at her place. I didn't really have to do much begging, even before I volunteered Mason to baby-sit Tucker. I figured with a Playstation, Xbox and Wii, there would be plenty to keep them entertained for a few hours. We didn't think we had to tell Mason about bed time, surely we would be back before then...
We underestimated just how popular Ree Drummond really is. The Q&A started at 7pm, Tami and I left immediately after she signed my book at 11:30. And there were still people waiting when we left. Poor Ree, I hope Marlboro Man gave her a nice hand massage afterwards, although he did his fare share of signing too. How someone so shy is okay having his wife publish a best seller with a picture of his butt in the book, I'll never know. Of course after he took the boys back to the hotel for the evening (at least that's where I'm assuming they went) I had the great idea to get a picture of just our butts for this lovely little blog. It's probably best that I didn't think of it sooner.
The boys were so entertaining. Someone gave them boxing gloves, and soon a showdown started on the stage. And you know the stage amplified the sounds of their little feet running and tripping. The microphone was also a great source of entertainment for them. After a bashful "Hello" from each of them, they snuck over when no one was looking to make as many sounds as they could before the organizer, who we named Book Lady, of the event stopped them. And since Tami and I were growing sick of each others company (not really, but it makes for a better story) this was incredibly entertaining for us.
As for The Pioneer Woman herself, so incredibly nice. Well I knew she would be nice and friendly and cute. And she was. Even though she refused to sing for us when she was asked, Marlboro Man made her. He's my hero. I genuinely enjoyed my 30 second chat with her, and I loved the fact that she didn't really want to stop talking. If the book lady hadn't rushed me along I'm pretty sure we could have had a nice long, up into the wee hours of the morning talk. I would love to tell you that we had this great connection and it was only me that she wanted to keep talking to, but that would be a total lie. It was clear that she wanted to talk to and know every single person there. Such a friendly soul.
So was it worth the 8 hours of driving? Well, the weekend was worth the drive, heck the trip to the Half Price Book Store (where we bought a boat load of books which I can't wait to dive into) was worth the drive. But was the The Pioneer Woman herself worth the trip? I'm not 100% sure. If she wasn't in St. Louis the very next day, then it would have been absolutely worth it. If KC offers a Q&A in addition to the book signing when she releases her love story and St. Louis doesn't, there is a good chance I will make the trip again. Next time though, I will plan a little more in advance so I can make plans to see ALL of my KC people.
Pictures to come...
We underestimated just how popular Ree Drummond really is. The Q&A started at 7pm, Tami and I left immediately after she signed my book at 11:30. And there were still people waiting when we left. Poor Ree, I hope Marlboro Man gave her a nice hand massage afterwards, although he did his fare share of signing too. How someone so shy is okay having his wife publish a best seller with a picture of his butt in the book, I'll never know. Of course after he took the boys back to the hotel for the evening (at least that's where I'm assuming they went) I had the great idea to get a picture of just our butts for this lovely little blog. It's probably best that I didn't think of it sooner.
The boys were so entertaining. Someone gave them boxing gloves, and soon a showdown started on the stage. And you know the stage amplified the sounds of their little feet running and tripping. The microphone was also a great source of entertainment for them. After a bashful "Hello" from each of them, they snuck over when no one was looking to make as many sounds as they could before the organizer, who we named Book Lady, of the event stopped them. And since Tami and I were growing sick of each others company (not really, but it makes for a better story) this was incredibly entertaining for us.
As for The Pioneer Woman herself, so incredibly nice. Well I knew she would be nice and friendly and cute. And she was. Even though she refused to sing for us when she was asked, Marlboro Man made her. He's my hero. I genuinely enjoyed my 30 second chat with her, and I loved the fact that she didn't really want to stop talking. If the book lady hadn't rushed me along I'm pretty sure we could have had a nice long, up into the wee hours of the morning talk. I would love to tell you that we had this great connection and it was only me that she wanted to keep talking to, but that would be a total lie. It was clear that she wanted to talk to and know every single person there. Such a friendly soul.
So was it worth the 8 hours of driving? Well, the weekend was worth the drive, heck the trip to the Half Price Book Store (where we bought a boat load of books which I can't wait to dive into) was worth the drive. But was the The Pioneer Woman herself worth the trip? I'm not 100% sure. If she wasn't in St. Louis the very next day, then it would have been absolutely worth it. If KC offers a Q&A in addition to the book signing when she releases her love story and St. Louis doesn't, there is a good chance I will make the trip again. Next time though, I will plan a little more in advance so I can make plans to see ALL of my KC people.
Pictures to come...
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Wine-o-ween, My Food Twin and The Puddles
What a weekend. I know, I know. The weekend was a long time ago. But it's the beginning of the month, what do you expect? But it gets even better, the weekend story is actually going to include Monday. It was a long weekend.
Friday - Pre-Halloween Game Night
I can't speak for everyone else, but I had a blast. Everyone else said they had a great time, but would they honestly tell me if they didn't? And it sounds like such a cheesy thing to do, but they are always so much fun. And so much cheaper and better smelling then going to a bar. The Game of Things is still a favorite and I highly recommend it. Stephanie brought over Partini which was also tons of fun (and apparently Target no longer carries it). Since I have two friends that are allergic to dogs and three dogs, every inch of the house must be cleaned. The carpet gets steam cleaned (this is important to remember for later), the kitchen and the stairs get mopped, the dust gets swiped away (all of which needed to be done anyway), and the dogs get locked up or tossed outside.
Saturday - Wine-o-ween
Really, what needs to be said about this? Take Halloween mix it up with Halloween Themed Wine from World Market, dress up in PJ's as your costume and let the fun begin.
The Wine:
The Reds
The Whites 
The Damage
It's amazing what 4 people can do.
Sunday - My Food Twin
Most people know that I have some interesting food quirks. It's not like I keep it a secret or anything, I even posted it on my dating profile. Pretty sure that's what made Mason fall for me. Anyway, I can't eat finger foods in odd numbers. Let's say we order onion rings as an appetizer, and everyone gets 3, I will have to give my 3rd one away because I can only eat 2 (or 4 if someone else doesn't want theirs). Mini peanut butter cups are eaten in 2's, so are pretzel sticks and toasted ravioli. Trader Joe's Veggie Sticks are eaten in sets of 6, because there are 3 different colors. This makes things like Twix and Kit-Kats the most perfect candy. I was recently told that I eat Kit-Kat's funny. I don't understand this. All I do is nibble the extra chocolate off the sides and then separate the wafers to eat individually. Apparently my Unofficial Future Sister In Law Emily does all of the things I just mentioned (and more), and we decided that if more then one person does them, then it's not weird.
Manic Monday - The Puddles
Remember that freshly steamed carpet in my house? Well, it's even fresher now. As I'm leaving my desk to head home, Mason calls and asks for a favor. He needs me to stop by Wal-mart and get some medicine for him, and some more shampoo for the steam cleaner. Charlie had gotten sick, all over the house. The bed skirt, my slippers, the rug by the back door, the wall and baseboard in the hall and the carpet in our bedroom, the hallway and the living room. Mason, who was also sick wanted to get the worst of it cleaned up before I got home, so I wouldn't have to deal with it. I knew I married him for a reason. He also knows that cleaning up dog diarrhea makes me almost vomit, or barf as my little niece would say (guess what word she learned to say yesterday). I'm 98% sure I know what it is that made him sick. The mud puddles in the back yard. For some reason they just look so tasty. So this weekend we are planning on raking leaves and filling in puddle catching holes. Sounds like fun doesn't it?
Friday - Pre-Halloween Game Night
I can't speak for everyone else, but I had a blast. Everyone else said they had a great time, but would they honestly tell me if they didn't? And it sounds like such a cheesy thing to do, but they are always so much fun. And so much cheaper and better smelling then going to a bar. The Game of Things is still a favorite and I highly recommend it. Stephanie brought over Partini which was also tons of fun (and apparently Target no longer carries it). Since I have two friends that are allergic to dogs and three dogs, every inch of the house must be cleaned. The carpet gets steam cleaned (this is important to remember for later), the kitchen and the stairs get mopped, the dust gets swiped away (all of which needed to be done anyway), and the dogs get locked up or tossed outside.
Saturday - Wine-o-ween
Really, what needs to be said about this? Take Halloween mix it up with Halloween Themed Wine from World Market, dress up in PJ's as your costume and let the fun begin.
The Wine:
The Reds
The Whites
The Damage
It's amazing what 4 people can do.
Sunday - My Food Twin
Most people know that I have some interesting food quirks. It's not like I keep it a secret or anything, I even posted it on my dating profile. Pretty sure that's what made Mason fall for me. Anyway, I can't eat finger foods in odd numbers. Let's say we order onion rings as an appetizer, and everyone gets 3, I will have to give my 3rd one away because I can only eat 2 (or 4 if someone else doesn't want theirs). Mini peanut butter cups are eaten in 2's, so are pretzel sticks and toasted ravioli. Trader Joe's Veggie Sticks are eaten in sets of 6, because there are 3 different colors. This makes things like Twix and Kit-Kats the most perfect candy. I was recently told that I eat Kit-Kat's funny. I don't understand this. All I do is nibble the extra chocolate off the sides and then separate the wafers to eat individually. Apparently my Unofficial Future Sister In Law Emily does all of the things I just mentioned (and more), and we decided that if more then one person does them, then it's not weird.
Manic Monday - The Puddles
Remember that freshly steamed carpet in my house? Well, it's even fresher now. As I'm leaving my desk to head home, Mason calls and asks for a favor. He needs me to stop by Wal-mart and get some medicine for him, and some more shampoo for the steam cleaner. Charlie had gotten sick, all over the house. The bed skirt, my slippers, the rug by the back door, the wall and baseboard in the hall and the carpet in our bedroom, the hallway and the living room. Mason, who was also sick wanted to get the worst of it cleaned up before I got home, so I wouldn't have to deal with it. I knew I married him for a reason. He also knows that cleaning up dog diarrhea makes me almost vomit, or barf as my little niece would say (guess what word she learned to say yesterday). I'm 98% sure I know what it is that made him sick. The mud puddles in the back yard. For some reason they just look so tasty. So this weekend we are planning on raking leaves and filling in puddle catching holes. Sounds like fun doesn't it?
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