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YOU WERE CHEWING GUM
1 year ago
And so it is official - the nursery decorating is in progress! The plan is this: my super handy dad is going to install white wainscoting around the lower half of the walls. The upper half will be stripes that are 6" pale pink and 12" a nice, calming green. I know, nothing that hasn't been done before, but I'm excited.
The pink is White Dogwood and the green will be Livable Green, both from Sherwin Williams. You can see a piece of the wainscoting behind the glider. So lovely. For the kind of paint, I just used three of their quart-sized samples, which, apparently is not "real" paint. Did you know that? I was told this fact upon trying to purchase a SECOND quart of the pink sample, which clearly said to the very pregnant Sherwin Williams lady that I was intending to USE said paint for a bigger purpose than merely a sample and caused her to reply, "You know this isn't "paint," right?" And I'm all, "Uh...yeah," because I can smell a lecture coming a mile away and I have already made up my mind, lady. I painted my mini-dining room in my last apartment with sample paint and it turned out just dandy. I explained to her that it was going to be used for small stripes on the top half of the wall in a small room, and that seemed to appease her. How is it NOT paint? Does the color not show up? Seems to me I don't need a black-light or a lamp to hold my walls over in order for the paint to show up. I'm sure there are many folks out there gripping their desktops in an effort to keep from banging your heads over and over at my sheer stupidity, but, as far as I can tell, the sample paint is indeed paint. And why would I need anything else? It's done in a satin finish and it's only $4.99 per quart. Just grand for me! This is a nursery, people. I'm not entertaining the Pope in here.
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Headed back to Los Angeles tomorrow, after having been gone for a year and eight months, to see family and friends for my first baby shower! I'm so excited to see everyone - and REALLY excited for baby gifts and my cake!
Had a checkup today and had to do that glucose test. That stuff they have you drink...egh...definitely got a little vomit feeling right after downing it. I'll hear about the results in the next day or two. Other than that, my tummy is measuring just fine, I have gained 16 lbs. since becoming pregnant and I got to hear her little, super strong heartbeat! OH! And I handed in my pre-registration paperwork! For when I go into labor! So crazy. Can't believe I'm getting to that point. We go back in 3 weeks when I'll be 28 weeks along and then we start going every two weeks. Although the day-to-day drag can seem slow, in the big picture, it's going pretty fast. It's fun.
Had a checkup today and had to do that glucose test. That stuff they have you drink...egh...definitely got a little vomit feeling right after downing it. I'll hear about the results in the next day or two. Other than that, my tummy is measuring just fine, I have gained 16 lbs. since becoming pregnant and I got to hear her little, super strong heartbeat! OH! And I handed in my pre-registration paperwork! For when I go into labor! So crazy. Can't believe I'm getting to that point. We go back in 3 weeks when I'll be 28 weeks along and then we start going every two weeks. Although the day-to-day drag can seem slow, in the big picture, it's going pretty fast. It's fun.
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I am now fully expecting and very afraid of my impending high maintenance alien baby. Out of boredom from reading about my pregnancy week to week - as so little seems to happen at this point that each new week just talks about something that happened in the first trimester. i.e. "Week 23! How exciting! You know, back in week 7, the lungs were forming! You want to know about week 23? Oh...uh...did we mention week 9! Whoa, at lot happened then!" - I have taken to doing some reading in Your Baby's First Year: Week by Week.
I haven't read more than the first 48-hours. And it really makes sense that there is also a show with the same name that has dramatic music and discusses topics that make us think that we could be swindled by our electric company, have our identity stolen by a very-well technologically connected guy in Portugal and be warned by a ghost that a mystery man will murder us ALL IN ONE DAY because THIS IS HOW FRIGHTENING THE FIRST 48 HOURS ARE FOR THE BABY. Or, at least for me.
Do you KNOW, have you READ, do you have ANY IDEA how much like an alien your kid can look like upon entry into this oxygen-breathing world? Especially when delivered vaginally? It's insane.
First off, the kid's head will render him/her a perfect candidate for the Saturday Night Live recurring sketch "The Coneheads" if they were to ever bring that back. Second, it COULD look like your child wanted to play a practical joke on you by pulling a stocking over his/her head to flatten out the ears and nose - except, as far as I know, there are no stockings in the uterus. Or Scotch tape. She could also have any one of a number of birthmarks ranging from looking like a little freckle to like full on papaya has been stapled to her head. Gone are the days of what fruit your baby looks like, now it's what fruit is on her head.
At the risk of scaring the shit of those of you who have yet to read about all this (oh, and there's more, let me tell you) and out of courtesy to all those moms who have already given birth to PERFECT babies where none of this has happened, I shall conclude my list. But know this! it's not over after those first two days, oh no. There's cradle cap and possible six months of crusty eyes due to blocked tear ducts and jaundice. Oy. And I am praying to God and sending out positive affirmations to the Universe that my child NOT be a preemie. As much as I want to meet her, I can wait.
Now, am I frightened by all of this? Well, I guess "frightened" wouldn't be the BEST word, but as I was reading last night I had to put down the book and look enviously at my husband who was NOT reading about all of these things but instead enjoying a nice Vanity Fair article about John Hughes and announce, "Whoa. There's A LOT." And then he pointed out that there are millions of parents and they all get through it and we're a pretty good team and we'll get through it, too. Good point.
And I know that these books are like the end of pharmaceutical commercials where they have to name every funky thing could ever possibly in a million billion years happen, but it's still a little overwhelming. Last night, I definitely felt overwhelmed. And, honestly, slightly trapped. I know these are all "normal," I'm not worried. There's a change a' coming. And it's going to be huge. And I'm sure there will be thousands of times I will feel that I can't handle it and that I have no clue what I'm doing. And that's okay. We'll be okay. I don't even think I'll be the crazy mamma lady who calls the doc all the time, either. I'm pretty steady. I think, like all of us, I just want a healthy baby. And, knowing that there are SO MANY things that ARE healthy and normal but that LOOK so weird is what's overwhelming. I feel like I've got to memorize them all so I can recognize the "normal" things. But I guess I can just look in my book. Or call friends with kids. Or call the doctor. Or call my folks.
In the end, I think we'll all be ok. And we'll be creating some great memories in the process.
I haven't read more than the first 48-hours. And it really makes sense that there is also a show with the same name that has dramatic music and discusses topics that make us think that we could be swindled by our electric company, have our identity stolen by a very-well technologically connected guy in Portugal and be warned by a ghost that a mystery man will murder us ALL IN ONE DAY because THIS IS HOW FRIGHTENING THE FIRST 48 HOURS ARE FOR THE BABY. Or, at least for me.
Do you KNOW, have you READ, do you have ANY IDEA how much like an alien your kid can look like upon entry into this oxygen-breathing world? Especially when delivered vaginally? It's insane.
First off, the kid's head will render him/her a perfect candidate for the Saturday Night Live recurring sketch "The Coneheads" if they were to ever bring that back. Second, it COULD look like your child wanted to play a practical joke on you by pulling a stocking over his/her head to flatten out the ears and nose - except, as far as I know, there are no stockings in the uterus. Or Scotch tape. She could also have any one of a number of birthmarks ranging from looking like a little freckle to like full on papaya has been stapled to her head. Gone are the days of what fruit your baby looks like, now it's what fruit is on her head.
At the risk of scaring the shit of those of you who have yet to read about all this (oh, and there's more, let me tell you) and out of courtesy to all those moms who have already given birth to PERFECT babies where none of this has happened, I shall conclude my list. But know this! it's not over after those first two days, oh no. There's cradle cap and possible six months of crusty eyes due to blocked tear ducts and jaundice. Oy. And I am praying to God and sending out positive affirmations to the Universe that my child NOT be a preemie. As much as I want to meet her, I can wait.
Now, am I frightened by all of this? Well, I guess "frightened" wouldn't be the BEST word, but as I was reading last night I had to put down the book and look enviously at my husband who was NOT reading about all of these things but instead enjoying a nice Vanity Fair article about John Hughes and announce, "Whoa. There's A LOT." And then he pointed out that there are millions of parents and they all get through it and we're a pretty good team and we'll get through it, too. Good point.
And I know that these books are like the end of pharmaceutical commercials where they have to name every funky thing could ever possibly in a million billion years happen, but it's still a little overwhelming. Last night, I definitely felt overwhelmed. And, honestly, slightly trapped. I know these are all "normal," I'm not worried. There's a change a' coming. And it's going to be huge. And I'm sure there will be thousands of times I will feel that I can't handle it and that I have no clue what I'm doing. And that's okay. We'll be okay. I don't even think I'll be the crazy mamma lady who calls the doc all the time, either. I'm pretty steady. I think, like all of us, I just want a healthy baby. And, knowing that there are SO MANY things that ARE healthy and normal but that LOOK so weird is what's overwhelming. I feel like I've got to memorize them all so I can recognize the "normal" things. But I guess I can just look in my book. Or call friends with kids. Or call the doctor. Or call my folks.
In the end, I think we'll all be ok. And we'll be creating some great memories in the process.
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Yes, my bottom is growing. And not just my butt. My thighs, too. I bought maternity jeans a while ago that were too big. And then they fit really well. And now...they're a little too tight. It's very frustrating. In my daily email from What to Expect the subject line was "Weight Worries," and I was all, "Oh, God, yes. That's me." And I opened it up to see that I should be repeating a mantra: I am not fat, I am growing a baby. I am not fat, I am growing a baby.... Very nice of them to share this. And I get it. And I do like the mantra. But, when you've spent good money on maternity jeans, it's REALLY HARD to consider going BACK to the maternity store to get BIGGER MATERNITY jeans. Seriously.
No, I'm not going to diet. But it's not like the thought doesn't cross my mind. Although, I don't think I could even if I wanted to. Dieting is lame. What I need is a FOOD LIFESTYLE ADJUSTMENT. A FLA, if you will. Which kind of just looks like an abbreviation for Florida and makes me think of the sun and the beach, which makes me think of BATHING SUITS and how not good I would look in one right now.
I need to eat leaner meats, more salads and not so many carbs. And I'm sure those Girl Scout cookies aren't helping. I just laid out the basic "yes, I NKOW" of anyone gaining weight or already over weight. Lovely. But, you know what? I'm not a big fan of chicken. And salads, as a meal, don't really do it for me. Maybe I should just believe my husband when he lovingly tells me I'm beautiful and go back to the mantra...I am not fat, I am growing a baby.
But my butt is fat.
No, I'm not going to diet. But it's not like the thought doesn't cross my mind. Although, I don't think I could even if I wanted to. Dieting is lame. What I need is a FOOD LIFESTYLE ADJUSTMENT. A FLA, if you will. Which kind of just looks like an abbreviation for Florida and makes me think of the sun and the beach, which makes me think of BATHING SUITS and how not good I would look in one right now.
I need to eat leaner meats, more salads and not so many carbs. And I'm sure those Girl Scout cookies aren't helping. I just laid out the basic "yes, I NKOW" of anyone gaining weight or already over weight. Lovely. But, you know what? I'm not a big fan of chicken. And salads, as a meal, don't really do it for me. Maybe I should just believe my husband when he lovingly tells me I'm beautiful and go back to the mantra...I am not fat, I am growing a baby.
But my butt is fat.
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I would like to thank the maternity clothing-making world for making shirts that cover the pregnancy ass. Because, seriously, my booty could absolutely be featured in a remake of "Baby Got Back." And it's really fun when your co-workers start noticing. So, thank you to all those who make maternity shirts. Seriously.
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Yes, well, there's no point in apologizing yet again for waiting so long between posts. It's lame. And I keep wanting to do updates and then something else comes up. It's been quite a while since my last chat of baby and my life, so, needless to say, a lot has happened. For lack of a better (or in order to avoid something more overwhelming) way to get it all down, I think I'll go by photos.
For Christmas, I got the camera that I have practically been BEGGING for. A nice, digital, Canon Rebel. I used to do headshots and such when I was in Los Angeles and I had a top notch FILM Canon then. I have been jonesing for a wonderful digital Canon so that I could use my old lenses. And, I got it. It makes me happy. Although, my main subjects are my dog and my husband and my husband gets pretty fussy. So, I am not want for photos of Sampson. I think my favorite one of him so far is one I took today.
Today was also our first snowfall! So fun. Being that this is the South and NOT anywhere that's very used to snow, the whole place gets all, "WINTER STORM WATCH: 2010" for a whopping 1 inch of snow. But, it means a snow day! Most of the counties in Middle Tennessee announced last night that they would be closing school for today. It hadn't even started snowing. And it wouldn't for about another 12 hours. I love it.
If you look hard enough, you can see the snow in the air. Like I said, not a ton of snow, but enough to make it so that my hard-working husband and myself could take the day and watch back-to-back episodes of The Sopranos! During which I would periodically make him pause the DVD because I could feel our little baby kicking - and then I'd call him over (because we're lame-o old folks with separate recliners; eventually we'll get a nice couch) and have him place his hand on my belly. And, without fail, our little one would stop kicking and punching only to leave my hubby huffing that he had to get out of his comfy chair for nothing.
I'm 19 weeks along, but have been feeling her (oh, yes, I forgot to post about finding out the sex. We found out on December 16th when we went to a 3D imaging place) since week 16. I love that I started feeling her so early. Apparently, week 16 is one of the earliest weeks to start feeling kicks. They say it can feel like gas or cramps. It was actually the same night that we found out it's a girl. I had tons of gas (which, as any pregnant lady will tell you, is annoyingly normal) and figured that the steady pushes near my bellybutton were just bubbles. But then I felt it again the next night. Same place. And the next night. So I asked this lovely lady I work with, Jennifer, who has five children and is thus an expert at all things growing baby, if I'm indeed feeling my little gal. And she says yes. The main difference between the two is that gas is bubbly and moves around the baby gives a steady push!
Oh, and aside from the fact that Jennifer is simply lovely as she is, she made me a gift. A baby gift. And we've only been working together for about a month. She made me this diaper cake:
I wanted a diaper cake like an alcoholic wants some whiskey. I wanted it that bad. It's a quintessential baby shower gift. Granted, this wasn't for my baby shower, it was for, well, just being pregnant and finding out I was having a girl. Which makes her super awesome. I don't know if any of my friends or family even KNEW what a diaper cake was, let alone had plans to make me one. There are 100 newborn diapers on it along with little pink ornaments for our Christmas tree next year and little pink lollipops, which will apparently be a necessity in the delivery room. Yay.
For Christmas, I got the camera that I have practically been BEGGING for. A nice, digital, Canon Rebel. I used to do headshots and such when I was in Los Angeles and I had a top notch FILM Canon then. I have been jonesing for a wonderful digital Canon so that I could use my old lenses. And, I got it. It makes me happy. Although, my main subjects are my dog and my husband and my husband gets pretty fussy. So, I am not want for photos of Sampson. I think my favorite one of him so far is one I took today.
I'm 19 weeks along, but have been feeling her (oh, yes, I forgot to post about finding out the sex. We found out on December 16th when we went to a 3D imaging place) since week 16. I love that I started feeling her so early. Apparently, week 16 is one of the earliest weeks to start feeling kicks. They say it can feel like gas or cramps. It was actually the same night that we found out it's a girl. I had tons of gas (which, as any pregnant lady will tell you, is annoyingly normal) and figured that the steady pushes near my bellybutton were just bubbles. But then I felt it again the next night. Same place. And the next night. So I asked this lovely lady I work with, Jennifer, who has five children and is thus an expert at all things growing baby, if I'm indeed feeling my little gal. And she says yes. The main difference between the two is that gas is bubbly and moves around the baby gives a steady push!
Oh, and aside from the fact that Jennifer is simply lovely as she is, she made me a gift. A baby gift. And we've only been working together for about a month. She made me this diaper cake:
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