With absolutely no sleep.
This weekend is awful.
I've been having contractions since Friday night, but don't worry they are fake. They hurt like a motherfucker, and they ensure that I have no sleep at all, but they do not mean that I am any closer to my little guy...none at all.
FML.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
The Men in my life
I think that it's somewhat awesome that I am going to have a little boy in just a few days. One of the reasons that I think that this is so awesome is because I have been fortunate enough to be surrounded by amazing men in my life. Men who are thoughtful, sensitive, caring, giving and loving.
Those of you that know me, know that I would call myself a feminist. There are some negative connotations to this term. The men who are closest to me in my life know what this actually means to me, and I would call them feminists as well. These are people who respect me, respect who I am and that I can be anything that I want to be.
This is why I never think it is true when people say "It's a guy thing" or "he's just being a guy" because usually they are talking about a man, who is being either unkind, disrespectful, or uncaring. In my experience, men know how to do all of these things, and just as well as the women in my life.
The first person is my dad. I talk about my dad a lot, and that is because he is honestly my hero. I cannot count the amount of lessons my father has taught me throughout the years, but a few of them are: acceptance, love, showing love, forgiveness, patience, and loyalty. A few of the worst moments of my life were when my dad was upset/disappointed in me, and some of the best moments of my life are when my dad was helping me celebrate my achievements.
One of the greatest gifts that my dad taught me was that I am important, and I deserved to be treated well. I see so many students who are treated poorly by their boyfriends, and allow it to happen. They laugh along when boys/girls call them "sluts" "skanks" etc. In my opinion, this stems from the way that these girls were treated by their fathers. My father never once treated me like I didn't matter, like my opinion was unnecessary, or like I was anything other than one of the most special people in his life. It was also modeled in the relationship with my mother. My parents fought when I was young, without a doubt. However, my father was always respectful of my mother, even during their worst fights, he never chose one of his children's sides over his wife, and always backed her up. I didn't realize it at the time, but I now realize that marriage is the most important relationship in a person's life, even more important than a relationship between a mother/child or father/child. I respect that so much.
Another lesson that my dad taught me is to not care what other people think. There is not one moment of my life that I remember my dad EVER giving a damn what other people think. I remember my dad being silly, and crazy throughout my childhood, and never stopping. My dad has never stopped playing and being silly. Recently, Ava was telling him about 'the dancing game' a game that Randy, Ashley and I made up with her while we were driving around in the car. Well, Papa stopped the car, got out of the car (on Fran Lin Blvd, while several other cars drove by) and danced in front of the car, while all of us sat in the car, watched in disbelief, and almost peed our pants laughing so hard. He never thinks about "I'm too old" or "People are watching." He is my hero, and I hope to be half the parent that he was to me.
I was fortunate to be blessed with my father, and I continue to be blessed with my wonderful husband. Randy is so amazing in so many ways, and has taught me so many lessons in the 11 years that we have known each other. Sometimes, Randy and my dad are so much alike that I am seriously weirded-out by it. Randy has so many of the same characteristics, he is sensitive, accepting, giving and the most loving person that I have ever met. Randy taught me how to communicate--I mean really communicate. My family is good at a lot of things, but talking things out is not one of our strong suits. Randy taught me that talking it out is so important, and I can't believe how much I have grown throughout the years because of him.
Randy has so many amazing qualities--one of the things that makes me love him the most, is another thing that I think comes from my father--Randy takes care of me. He doesn't just take care of me, he takes care of our home, our dog, our future son, and me. I've never met someone who is so attentive to my needs (especially during this pregnancy), and he always wants to fix things--my feelings, my home, my life. He is constantly doing his best to make things better for others.
Randy also doesn't care what people think. He is constantly being silly, making me laugh, making Ava and Grant laugh and just being an awesome human being. I can think of so many times that Randy has just flat-out made me crack up. I'll tell you about 2-3 of them that are within the last few weeks. First, Randy and I (me at 9.5 months preggo) learned the soldier boy dance on Monday night. We hooked up the computer to the TV, and seriously watched tutorials teaching us how to do the dance...and Randy danced his heart out, and cracked me up. What other male do you know that would do that? Second, I called Randy on my way home from school last week and said "What are you doing?" Randy casually replied "Watching Princess Diaries" and then we both spent a few minutes cracking up about this. He doesn't care what he is "supposed" to watch--he watches Glee with me, all my girly movies, Sex and the City and Say Yes to the Dress. He may not love it, but he'll watch it with me. He is so perfect for me.
Last, one of my favorite things about Randy is the way that he interacts with children. It always has been. One of my favorite memories of when Randy and I first started dating was when he and Ashley would play "Betcha can't do this!" with a big red ball in my parent's basement. Ashley was probably 9 years old and always wanted to hang out with us, and we would let her. Ash would bounce on the ball and say to Randy "I betcha can't do this!" and they would go back and forth doing this for hours...it was hilarious. Throughout the years, I've seen him do the same type of things with Ava and Grant, playing with them, making them laugh, and being genuinely in the moment. How could I not be excited to see this man be a father.
This brings me to the next "little man" in my life. Finn. Maybe it's my lot in life to be surrounded by amazing men, I can't wait to meet this little one, but I know with his daddy being such a wonderful guy, and his Papa being so wonderful, he will have some great role models, and I can't wait to watch him become the person he will be. :)
Those of you that know me, know that I would call myself a feminist. There are some negative connotations to this term. The men who are closest to me in my life know what this actually means to me, and I would call them feminists as well. These are people who respect me, respect who I am and that I can be anything that I want to be.
This is why I never think it is true when people say "It's a guy thing" or "he's just being a guy" because usually they are talking about a man, who is being either unkind, disrespectful, or uncaring. In my experience, men know how to do all of these things, and just as well as the women in my life.
The first person is my dad. I talk about my dad a lot, and that is because he is honestly my hero. I cannot count the amount of lessons my father has taught me throughout the years, but a few of them are: acceptance, love, showing love, forgiveness, patience, and loyalty. A few of the worst moments of my life were when my dad was upset/disappointed in me, and some of the best moments of my life are when my dad was helping me celebrate my achievements.
One of the greatest gifts that my dad taught me was that I am important, and I deserved to be treated well. I see so many students who are treated poorly by their boyfriends, and allow it to happen. They laugh along when boys/girls call them "sluts" "skanks" etc. In my opinion, this stems from the way that these girls were treated by their fathers. My father never once treated me like I didn't matter, like my opinion was unnecessary, or like I was anything other than one of the most special people in his life. It was also modeled in the relationship with my mother. My parents fought when I was young, without a doubt. However, my father was always respectful of my mother, even during their worst fights, he never chose one of his children's sides over his wife, and always backed her up. I didn't realize it at the time, but I now realize that marriage is the most important relationship in a person's life, even more important than a relationship between a mother/child or father/child. I respect that so much.
Another lesson that my dad taught me is to not care what other people think. There is not one moment of my life that I remember my dad EVER giving a damn what other people think. I remember my dad being silly, and crazy throughout my childhood, and never stopping. My dad has never stopped playing and being silly. Recently, Ava was telling him about 'the dancing game' a game that Randy, Ashley and I made up with her while we were driving around in the car. Well, Papa stopped the car, got out of the car (on Fran Lin Blvd, while several other cars drove by) and danced in front of the car, while all of us sat in the car, watched in disbelief, and almost peed our pants laughing so hard. He never thinks about "I'm too old" or "People are watching." He is my hero, and I hope to be half the parent that he was to me.
I was fortunate to be blessed with my father, and I continue to be blessed with my wonderful husband. Randy is so amazing in so many ways, and has taught me so many lessons in the 11 years that we have known each other. Sometimes, Randy and my dad are so much alike that I am seriously weirded-out by it. Randy has so many of the same characteristics, he is sensitive, accepting, giving and the most loving person that I have ever met. Randy taught me how to communicate--I mean really communicate. My family is good at a lot of things, but talking things out is not one of our strong suits. Randy taught me that talking it out is so important, and I can't believe how much I have grown throughout the years because of him.
Randy has so many amazing qualities--one of the things that makes me love him the most, is another thing that I think comes from my father--Randy takes care of me. He doesn't just take care of me, he takes care of our home, our dog, our future son, and me. I've never met someone who is so attentive to my needs (especially during this pregnancy), and he always wants to fix things--my feelings, my home, my life. He is constantly doing his best to make things better for others.
Randy also doesn't care what people think. He is constantly being silly, making me laugh, making Ava and Grant laugh and just being an awesome human being. I can think of so many times that Randy has just flat-out made me crack up. I'll tell you about 2-3 of them that are within the last few weeks. First, Randy and I (me at 9.5 months preggo) learned the soldier boy dance on Monday night. We hooked up the computer to the TV, and seriously watched tutorials teaching us how to do the dance...and Randy danced his heart out, and cracked me up. What other male do you know that would do that? Second, I called Randy on my way home from school last week and said "What are you doing?" Randy casually replied "Watching Princess Diaries" and then we both spent a few minutes cracking up about this. He doesn't care what he is "supposed" to watch--he watches Glee with me, all my girly movies, Sex and the City and Say Yes to the Dress. He may not love it, but he'll watch it with me. He is so perfect for me.
Last, one of my favorite things about Randy is the way that he interacts with children. It always has been. One of my favorite memories of when Randy and I first started dating was when he and Ashley would play "Betcha can't do this!" with a big red ball in my parent's basement. Ashley was probably 9 years old and always wanted to hang out with us, and we would let her. Ash would bounce on the ball and say to Randy "I betcha can't do this!" and they would go back and forth doing this for hours...it was hilarious. Throughout the years, I've seen him do the same type of things with Ava and Grant, playing with them, making them laugh, and being genuinely in the moment. How could I not be excited to see this man be a father.
This brings me to the next "little man" in my life. Finn. Maybe it's my lot in life to be surrounded by amazing men, I can't wait to meet this little one, but I know with his daddy being such a wonderful guy, and his Papa being so wonderful, he will have some great role models, and I can't wait to watch him become the person he will be. :)
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Best advice I've gotten all pregnancy
Sometimes, advice comes from strange places. I ask Jenn for a lot of advice, my dad too, and a few other select individuals.
When you're pregnant, strangers on the street give you more advice than you ever thought you wanted. Some of it is really stupid, and (it turns out) some of it is really helpful. Some of my best advice has come from Meijer. I was shopping with Chrisanne on Sunday, and we came across a woman that Chrisanne knew from school (parent) who was asking about both of our pregnancies.
Well, she was talking about labor (you know how great that is!), and then she said "Make sure that you take people up on help when they ask you. HOWEVER, let them help with anything except the baby. Taking care of the baby is your job--you take care of the baby, let people help with other things." I thought this was quite profound, people always want to come over and watch the baby, but you should be bonding with the baby.
CHANGE OF TOPIC:
Today is my birthday, I've never been a huge birthday fan, because it's usually a disappointment. So far, today has been really good (Now it's only 7:30, but still). Randy put flowers, candy and cards out before I woke up, which was awesome and super sweet. Finn and Ella even got me a card (they are so thoughtful!). I know that the birthday will only be "complete" if I go into labor, so I'm not really sure what else to expect for the day :) We will see.
When you're pregnant, strangers on the street give you more advice than you ever thought you wanted. Some of it is really stupid, and (it turns out) some of it is really helpful. Some of my best advice has come from Meijer. I was shopping with Chrisanne on Sunday, and we came across a woman that Chrisanne knew from school (parent) who was asking about both of our pregnancies.
Well, she was talking about labor (you know how great that is!), and then she said "Make sure that you take people up on help when they ask you. HOWEVER, let them help with anything except the baby. Taking care of the baby is your job--you take care of the baby, let people help with other things." I thought this was quite profound, people always want to come over and watch the baby, but you should be bonding with the baby.
CHANGE OF TOPIC:
Today is my birthday, I've never been a huge birthday fan, because it's usually a disappointment. So far, today has been really good (Now it's only 7:30, but still). Randy put flowers, candy and cards out before I woke up, which was awesome and super sweet. Finn and Ella even got me a card (they are so thoughtful!). I know that the birthday will only be "complete" if I go into labor, so I'm not really sure what else to expect for the day :) We will see.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Lucky I'm in love with my best friend...
Sometimes, people really surprise you in great ways. Today has been a super busy (and fun!) day. Randy and I spent the morning cleaning the entire house. Jenn and I spent the entire afternoon cooking a bunch of delicious meals for us to freeze when baby Finn finally makes his appearance.
**Note: I will write a blog later about the amazing gifts that Jenn brought for Finn--complete with photographs.
Suffice it to say--I am very sleepy. If you've ever met me, you know that when I get sleepy, I often get crabby. So I have been lounging around the house, watching TV, and on the verge of falling asleep.
Then, Randy says to me...will you turn on "Lucky"? I really want to hear that song. I love that song, so I oblige.
He then pulls me up off the floor, and dances with me to this song while rubbing my back. It's amazing how sometimes Randy knows exactly what I need without me having to say anything at all. I really am lucky in so many ways. But, mostly, I'm lucky because I AM actually in love with my best friend. He is awesome, and supportive (almost always), and loving and caring...I really am lucky.
**Note: I will write a blog later about the amazing gifts that Jenn brought for Finn--complete with photographs.
Suffice it to say--I am very sleepy. If you've ever met me, you know that when I get sleepy, I often get crabby. So I have been lounging around the house, watching TV, and on the verge of falling asleep.
Then, Randy says to me...will you turn on "Lucky"? I really want to hear that song. I love that song, so I oblige.
He then pulls me up off the floor, and dances with me to this song while rubbing my back. It's amazing how sometimes Randy knows exactly what I need without me having to say anything at all. I really am lucky in so many ways. But, mostly, I'm lucky because I AM actually in love with my best friend. He is awesome, and supportive (almost always), and loving and caring...I really am lucky.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Last day of work :)
So, today is my final day of work. And, so far it's been pretty easy. I woke up around 7:00, took a leisurely shower and got ready, drove to the doctor (did I mention that I had to take a half-day today because that was the only time the doctor could get me in?).
After the doctor (update station: -2; 80% effaced; 1 cm dilated), I stopped and got myself lunch, and my students some Munchkins. I then drove to school and am sitting in fourth hour. What am I doing? Not a whole lot--Crier came out today, which means that my students are selling Criers, and I am, well, obviously writing a blog.
After this class, I have 5th hour (Journalism) where they are taking a quiz and then we're talking about News Writing. 6th hour is yearbook where nothing too much is going on (well, for me--there's a lot going on for the kids). So, it really is almost over.
This is good and bad at the same time. I am excited about being off, mostly due to the fact that I won't be so tired anymore; I am also excited...well, beyond excited, that Finn is almost here. I am not excited for waiting around for him to GET here; I want him to come so badly, and my doctor says that the best thing I can do is to stay active--so that's what I am going to try to do. My Wii Fit is my best friend, and I have the elliptical now too, so I will try to do both of those each day, along with squats.
Fingers crossed that my next blog entry is about the birth of my son! :)
After the doctor (update station: -2; 80% effaced; 1 cm dilated), I stopped and got myself lunch, and my students some Munchkins. I then drove to school and am sitting in fourth hour. What am I doing? Not a whole lot--Crier came out today, which means that my students are selling Criers, and I am, well, obviously writing a blog.
After this class, I have 5th hour (Journalism) where they are taking a quiz and then we're talking about News Writing. 6th hour is yearbook where nothing too much is going on (well, for me--there's a lot going on for the kids). So, it really is almost over.
This is good and bad at the same time. I am excited about being off, mostly due to the fact that I won't be so tired anymore; I am also excited...well, beyond excited, that Finn is almost here. I am not excited for waiting around for him to GET here; I want him to come so badly, and my doctor says that the best thing I can do is to stay active--so that's what I am going to try to do. My Wii Fit is my best friend, and I have the elliptical now too, so I will try to do both of those each day, along with squats.
Fingers crossed that my next blog entry is about the birth of my son! :)
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
38 weeks...same shirt, different day
38 weeks and still cooking, and the rude comments just keep flowing.Tuesday, January 18, 2011
When will my baby come out?
So, my recent obsession is thinking about when Finn will make his appearance. I am so excited for so many reasons: #1. I want to see his beautiful face and a close second is...I need to be able to sleep comfortably. I know, I know, you don't have to tell me--I will never sleep well again because I will have a baby. BUT, at least I will be able to get myself into a position where sleeping is comfortable.
Anyways, so I have been feverishly researching the percentages of when babies are typically born. Just so that I know what my chances are. Here is what my research has found (the first one is from 1990, the second from 2005)
What this means, is I have a 66.2 percent chance of delivering by 39 weeks (January 25), an 85.4% chance of delivering by February 1, and a 99% chance of delivering by around 41 weeks (February 8).
Please baby Finn--come out soon. Daddy sings Happy Birthday to you every morning hoping that you will come out. I know that I said I wanted you to wait until Friday, but I take it back. Come whenever you want. Friday would absolutely still be the BEST day for you to come, but I understand if you can't make it that exact day.
We are just so excited, and I REALLY REALLY want to be able to sleep.
Maybe tonight will be better.
This week just royally sucks. Today, I had two new photography classes (boo!), a parent meeting that I was dreading all weekend, then Thursday I have an observation (seriously? the day BEFORE I LEAVE!? GRRRR...), Friday I have to have the post-observation meeting (yes, AFTER school)...just an insane week. On top of all that it's a Crier week, so we will be here until all hours of the night all week long too.
Yuck.
Double Yuck.
Anyways, so I have been feverishly researching the percentages of when babies are typically born. Just so that I know what my chances are. Here is what my research has found (the first one is from 1990, the second from 2005)
What this means, is I have a 66.2 percent chance of delivering by 39 weeks (January 25), an 85.4% chance of delivering by February 1, and a 99% chance of delivering by around 41 weeks (February 8). Please baby Finn--come out soon. Daddy sings Happy Birthday to you every morning hoping that you will come out. I know that I said I wanted you to wait until Friday, but I take it back. Come whenever you want. Friday would absolutely still be the BEST day for you to come, but I understand if you can't make it that exact day.
We are just so excited, and I REALLY REALLY want to be able to sleep.
Maybe tonight will be better.
This week just royally sucks. Today, I had two new photography classes (boo!), a parent meeting that I was dreading all weekend, then Thursday I have an observation (seriously? the day BEFORE I LEAVE!? GRRRR...), Friday I have to have the post-observation meeting (yes, AFTER school)...just an insane week. On top of all that it's a Crier week, so we will be here until all hours of the night all week long too.
Yuck.
Double Yuck.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Happy birthday Baby Finn...
So, I am officially ready for the baby to be here...like, yesterday. I have one more week of school to go, a week that I am REALLY not looking forward to. It's a new semester, so I've got two new photo classes to worry about, I have a meeting with an idiot parent about their idiot kid Tuesday after school, it's a Crier week (which is hell in itself), I have an observation on Thursday (yes, that's the day before I leave), and I'm 9 1/2 months pregnant. Yeah, I think that's enough to "look forward to" this week, right?
The last three days (since Friday) I have been talking to the little man every day, and pretty much pleading with him to come out. Randy, Ella and I even sang happy birthday to Finn this morning and told him all about how great birthdays are, and how excited we are to meet him. So far, no luck. I just keep waiting for any sign that it's coming, but so far nothing.
I have been making sure that I am doing squats, side-bends, sitting on my ball and doing some kind of aerobic activity every day, because those are all things that are supposed to make him come quicker, but who knows.
Any other ideas?
PLEASE COME SOON LITTLE MAN!
The last three days (since Friday) I have been talking to the little man every day, and pretty much pleading with him to come out. Randy, Ella and I even sang happy birthday to Finn this morning and told him all about how great birthdays are, and how excited we are to meet him. So far, no luck. I just keep waiting for any sign that it's coming, but so far nothing.
I have been making sure that I am doing squats, side-bends, sitting on my ball and doing some kind of aerobic activity every day, because those are all things that are supposed to make him come quicker, but who knows.
Any other ideas?
PLEASE COME SOON LITTLE MAN!
Friday, January 14, 2011
A typical night...
My midwife asked me at my appointment yesterday (btw: 1 cm dialated, 50% effaced), "Did you sleep on it weird?" in regards to my crazy shoulder pain. I replied, "I don't really know. I never wake up in the morning and think to myself, 'that was a fantastic sleep!'" This, coupled with the fact that last night's sleep was probably the worst night's sleep I've ever had in my life, has led me to write this blog.
Typically, I get up about 3-4 times a night to use the bathroom. These bathroom trips were really frustrating at first, but now I just am kind of used to them. If I can go right back to sleep, they don't even really bother me. It's just one of those things. This was the first annoying night-time habit. Many, many more have been added during the past few months.
Heartburn...this one has gotten worse and worse over the course of the last two months. If I eat too close to going to sleep, it's even worse. I know that the doctor says I'm allowed to take Tums for this, but I don't want to. I don't want to put anything else unnatural into my body. So, I just deal with it, maybe that's stupid, but I do. Heartburn is awful...I NEVER had heartburn before pregnancy. It makes you feel like you're going to vomit, or maybe even stab yourself in the throat to make whatever acid is making it feel that way come out. This wakes me up about 2-3 times a night. (If you're a math person, that's 5-7 times a night so far).
Now, I also have this shoulder pain that has been a pain in the ass for the past two weeks. My shoulder always hurts worse at night, and that coupled with hip pain from sleeping on my side, usually wakes me up about twice a night (that's 7-9 times so far).
Yesterday, I was also having trouble getting comfortable. I have this puggle, who loves to snuggle right up next to me, which is not always comfortable. I have this giant little man in my uterus that also makes turning over, or in basically any direction...damn near impossible, and this husband who also loves to snuggle close to me. This. does. not. work. This woke me up, probably at least twice last night (that's 9-11 people).
I also got up once to get a glass of water (10-12).
I also got up once to move to the couch (11-13).
I also woke up once because of a crazy dream (this happens a lot too...that's 12-14).
I'm only asleep for 8 hours a night (sometimes 9, if I'm lucky.
Let's be optimistic here, let's say I fall asleep for 9 hours, and I only have to get up a *mere* 12 times a night...that means that I get...at the most 45 minutes (or 3/4 hour) of sleep at a time.
How do you like them apples?
Typically, I get up about 3-4 times a night to use the bathroom. These bathroom trips were really frustrating at first, but now I just am kind of used to them. If I can go right back to sleep, they don't even really bother me. It's just one of those things. This was the first annoying night-time habit. Many, many more have been added during the past few months.
Heartburn...this one has gotten worse and worse over the course of the last two months. If I eat too close to going to sleep, it's even worse. I know that the doctor says I'm allowed to take Tums for this, but I don't want to. I don't want to put anything else unnatural into my body. So, I just deal with it, maybe that's stupid, but I do. Heartburn is awful...I NEVER had heartburn before pregnancy. It makes you feel like you're going to vomit, or maybe even stab yourself in the throat to make whatever acid is making it feel that way come out. This wakes me up about 2-3 times a night. (If you're a math person, that's 5-7 times a night so far).
Now, I also have this shoulder pain that has been a pain in the ass for the past two weeks. My shoulder always hurts worse at night, and that coupled with hip pain from sleeping on my side, usually wakes me up about twice a night (that's 7-9 times so far).
Yesterday, I was also having trouble getting comfortable. I have this puggle, who loves to snuggle right up next to me, which is not always comfortable. I have this giant little man in my uterus that also makes turning over, or in basically any direction...damn near impossible, and this husband who also loves to snuggle close to me. This. does. not. work. This woke me up, probably at least twice last night (that's 9-11 people).
I also got up once to get a glass of water (10-12).
I also got up once to move to the couch (11-13).
I also woke up once because of a crazy dream (this happens a lot too...that's 12-14).
I'm only asleep for 8 hours a night (sometimes 9, if I'm lucky.
Let's be optimistic here, let's say I fall asleep for 9 hours, and I only have to get up a *mere* 12 times a night...that means that I get...at the most 45 minutes (or 3/4 hour) of sleep at a time.
How do you like them apples?
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
People can be so awesome sometimes...
No, I am really not being sarcastic.
Today, I asked two of my favorite students to put a box in my car. It had been snowing all day long. They came back in, I thanked them, and they said "No problem! We cleaned off your car for you too!" It had been snowing all day, and these two boys knew that I was pregnant, and WITHOUT being asked they cleaned off my car. Seriously...I love my newspaper kids.
Then, about 45 minutes later I left the building, another teacher helped me clean off the rest of the snow from my car (it was snowing really hard). I mean, I know I'm 9 months pregnant, and huge, and look slightly pathetic...but it's days like this that restore my faith in humanity :)
Quick belly update
I honestly think the belly looks a bit smaller than last week...hmmm.
Little man--you're officially full term today (even though the childbirth class lady said you're not--the books say that you are, so we're going to go with those), so in a week or two, we are completely ready for you! :) Can't wait! Can't wait! Can't wait!
Today, I asked two of my favorite students to put a box in my car. It had been snowing all day long. They came back in, I thanked them, and they said "No problem! We cleaned off your car for you too!" It had been snowing all day, and these two boys knew that I was pregnant, and WITHOUT being asked they cleaned off my car. Seriously...I love my newspaper kids.
Then, about 45 minutes later I left the building, another teacher helped me clean off the rest of the snow from my car (it was snowing really hard). I mean, I know I'm 9 months pregnant, and huge, and look slightly pathetic...but it's days like this that restore my faith in humanity :)
Quick belly update
I honestly think the belly looks a bit smaller than last week...hmmm.
Little man--you're officially full term today (even though the childbirth class lady said you're not--the books say that you are, so we're going to go with those), so in a week or two, we are completely ready for you! :) Can't wait! Can't wait! Can't wait!
Conversation with Randy
Last night, I got home and was especially cranky. I had had an observation at school (my fourth this year), and had talked to my boss about maternity leave. I was really worried about the February 18th issue of the paper, because I am (stupidly? intelligently?) keeping my addendum pay, and coming in the supervise the yearbook/newspaper after school throughout my maternity leave. Depending on when the baby comes, that could be only 1-2 weeks after he is born. Well, unless they give me a doctor's note, I don't know how I am going to do that.
So, my mentor, Nancy,(as well as the woman who is saving my ass by coming in to cover my maternity leave) messaged me and was giving me some information. I tentatively asked her if she would be willing to come in that first paper, and I would give her whatever addendum compensation I received for that paper. She responded right away to me and basically said, "Of course I will help you...stop worrying about it!" I started to tear up.
I went to find Randy, and I asked him, "Do you ever feel like you don't understand how we have it so good? I honestly feel like I am the luckiest person alive some days."
This started a conversation that went on for quite some time. I honestly cannot believe how fortunate I am, or what I have done to be so fortunate.
Have you ever seen that show "When I was 17"? It is awful, but...when I was 17, if you asked me what I wanted out of life, I would have painted you a picture that looks a lot like my life now. I would be with Randy, living in a house that I loved, with a dog that I love, great family, great friend, and a little guy on the way, job of my dreams.
I am just so thankful for everything that I have been given: family who is there for me when I need them, friends who are amazing and would do anything for me, a husband who is everything I have ever wanted--supportive, loving, caring and helpful; a dog that could not be more perfect, a house that became a home because of all the work my husband put into it, a comfortable life, a great job, and a little baby on the way, who appears to be happy and healthy. I couldn't ask for anything more. It honestly overwhelms me at times, and last night was one of those times.
I have days where I hate my job
This little town and the whole world too
And last Sunday when the Cubs lost
Lord, it put me in a bad mood
I have moments when I curse the rain
Then complain when the sun's too hot
I look around at what everyone has
And I forget about all I've got
But I know I'm a lucky man
God's given me a pretty fair hand
Got a house and a piece of land
A few dollars in a coffee can
My old trucks still running good
My ticker's ticking like they say it should
I got supper in the oven, a good woman's loving
And one more day to be my little kid's dad
Lord, knows I'm a lucky man
- Montgomery Gentry
So, my mentor, Nancy,(as well as the woman who is saving my ass by coming in to cover my maternity leave) messaged me and was giving me some information. I tentatively asked her if she would be willing to come in that first paper, and I would give her whatever addendum compensation I received for that paper. She responded right away to me and basically said, "Of course I will help you...stop worrying about it!" I started to tear up.
I went to find Randy, and I asked him, "Do you ever feel like you don't understand how we have it so good? I honestly feel like I am the luckiest person alive some days."
This started a conversation that went on for quite some time. I honestly cannot believe how fortunate I am, or what I have done to be so fortunate.
Have you ever seen that show "When I was 17"? It is awful, but...when I was 17, if you asked me what I wanted out of life, I would have painted you a picture that looks a lot like my life now. I would be with Randy, living in a house that I loved, with a dog that I love, great family, great friend, and a little guy on the way, job of my dreams.
I am just so thankful for everything that I have been given: family who is there for me when I need them, friends who are amazing and would do anything for me, a husband who is everything I have ever wanted--supportive, loving, caring and helpful; a dog that could not be more perfect, a house that became a home because of all the work my husband put into it, a comfortable life, a great job, and a little baby on the way, who appears to be happy and healthy. I couldn't ask for anything more. It honestly overwhelms me at times, and last night was one of those times.
I have days where I hate my job
This little town and the whole world too
And last Sunday when the Cubs lost
Lord, it put me in a bad mood
I have moments when I curse the rain
Then complain when the sun's too hot
I look around at what everyone has
And I forget about all I've got
But I know I'm a lucky man
God's given me a pretty fair hand
Got a house and a piece of land
A few dollars in a coffee can
My old trucks still running good
My ticker's ticking like they say it should
I got supper in the oven, a good woman's loving
And one more day to be my little kid's dad
Lord, knows I'm a lucky man
- Montgomery Gentry
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Finn's playlist
So, if any of you have ever met my dad, you know that he is a pretty sentimental guy. Well, I inherited this trait from him. For as long as I can remember my dad has given me various songs that remind him of me.
The first one that I can remember happened when I was a freshman in high school. I came home and there was a cassette tape (that's right...a cassette tape, gosh I am old) that was labeled "Becky" from my dad. I remember taking it into my room and playing it. It was "A Father's Love" by George Strait. Basically, it talks about how nothing can change a father's love for his children. I remember listening to it, and crying my eyes out, knowing that this is one of the ways that my dad shares his love for us. He is not a writer, not someone that can express himself very well with his words, but he feels very deeply, and often uses songs, movies, and commercials to compare life to. It's like he is thinking, "I can't say it right, but I can show you someone else who says it right." This happened with the song my dad and I danced to at our wedding too, and I still can't get through that one without crying either.
The chorus sings,
"And I said, Let me tell you a secret, about a fathers love
A secret that my daddy said was just between us
I said daddies don't just love their children every now and then
It's a love without end, amen, its a love without end, amen."
Ever since this, my dad has given me probably 20 different songs throughout the years that remind him of me, and he does the same thing with all of my siblings. It means a lot to me.
Since Randy and I found out we were expecting our little man, we have found so many songs that we listen to and think about it. So, I wanted to share a lot of these songs with my throngs of fans (LoL). Now, honestly, there are a lot of them, so I am just going to share our top five, and/or what I lovingly refer to as "Finn's playlist"
#1. Anything Like Me Brad Paisley: this song could have been written for Randy. It completely, 100% describes the boy that Randy was and the man that Randy is. He didn't care for 1 second whether the baby was a boy or a girl, but was ecstatic to find out. He was a rambunctious kid, a crazy teenager, and an amazing man. The song ends, "There's worse folks to be like, oh he'll be all right--if he's anything like me." And it's so true. I still cry my face off each and every time I listen to this song, and there's not another song that reminds me more of my little man.
"He's gonna love me, and hate me along the way
The years are going to fly by, I already dread the day..."
#2. Godspeed Dixie Chicks: I searched long and hard for a song about little boys and their mommies. It is hard to find songs about mothers and sons. I first heard this song while shooting a wedding (it was the mother/son dance) and I couldn't keep it together. It's special to me because it starts out talking about books, second because it refers to the boy as "little man" which is what I always call him. It is such a sweet lullaby, and I sing it to him all the time, so much that sometimes he will even kick when I sing it :)
"God bless mommy & match box cars, God bless dad and thanks for the stars
God hears Amen wherever we are; and I love you.
Godspeed little man, sweet dreams little man,
Oh my love will fly to you each night on angel's wings
Godspeed, Godspeed, Godspeed, sweet dreams."
#3. "Baby Mine- Allison Krauss: This song was first played in the movie Dumbo, when Dumbo goes and sees his mom when she is locked up away from him, and it was re-recorded for a country does Disney CD. I love it. Again, it's a sweet, sweet lullaby, and I think it describes a beautiful baby boy so well :) It is especially special because it was on Finn's ultrasound video too. Randy and I both still cry when we listen to it, sing it.
"Baby mine, don't you cry; Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head, close to my heart; never to part, baby of mine."
"From your head to your toes; you're not much, goodness knows
But you're so precious to me, sweet as can be, baby of mine."
#4. "You're the sunshine of my life." Stevie Wonder: this one is relatively self-explanatory. It is upbeat, fun and I can just picture Randy and I dancing with Finn around the house to this song :)
#5. "I see me" Travis Tritt This song I found on a google search. It is a sweet song, and is somewhat similar in tone to "Anything like me." I can get through this one without crying, but it is a sweet song.
"Cause I look at him and I see a boy, And I see trouble and I see joy
See innocence and headstrong, And a heart full of dreams."
#6. "Lucky Man" Montgomery Gentry: This song mostly just reminds me that I am so lucky to have my little man, that he appears to be happy and healthy. I love it.
#7. "Smile" Uncle Kracker: this is another ultrasound favorite. "You make me smile like the sun. Forget how to breath." It is a nice, mellow song and it just makes me happy. Nothing makes me smile as much as the little man, and he's not even here yet.
#8. "Lord I hope this day is good" Leanne Womack. This song has a special meaning for me. My mom used to sing an older version of this song to me when I was in her belly (I was late), and it is a sweet, calm song, but mostly it just makes me think about how crazy it is that I am so old, and actually having a baby :)
#9. "Then" Brad Paisley/ "Letter to Me" Brad Paisley "Welcome to the Future" Brad Paisley
These songs all, in some capacity mention family, pregnancy, and sons. I love all of them. Brad Paisley might be "The official voice" of this pregnancy.
#10. "Your Song" Elton John. This one is a Randy choice. The basic idea is that anything that I have to give you--I'll give you. If I could, I'd give you anything in the world (A house), but I will give you whatever I can, which is so Randy.
The first one that I can remember happened when I was a freshman in high school. I came home and there was a cassette tape (that's right...a cassette tape, gosh I am old) that was labeled "Becky" from my dad. I remember taking it into my room and playing it. It was "A Father's Love" by George Strait. Basically, it talks about how nothing can change a father's love for his children. I remember listening to it, and crying my eyes out, knowing that this is one of the ways that my dad shares his love for us. He is not a writer, not someone that can express himself very well with his words, but he feels very deeply, and often uses songs, movies, and commercials to compare life to. It's like he is thinking, "I can't say it right, but I can show you someone else who says it right." This happened with the song my dad and I danced to at our wedding too, and I still can't get through that one without crying either.
The chorus sings,
"And I said, Let me tell you a secret, about a fathers love
A secret that my daddy said was just between us
I said daddies don't just love their children every now and then
It's a love without end, amen, its a love without end, amen."
Ever since this, my dad has given me probably 20 different songs throughout the years that remind him of me, and he does the same thing with all of my siblings. It means a lot to me.
Since Randy and I found out we were expecting our little man, we have found so many songs that we listen to and think about it. So, I wanted to share a lot of these songs with my throngs of fans (LoL). Now, honestly, there are a lot of them, so I am just going to share our top five, and/or what I lovingly refer to as "Finn's playlist"
#1. Anything Like Me Brad Paisley: this song could have been written for Randy. It completely, 100% describes the boy that Randy was and the man that Randy is. He didn't care for 1 second whether the baby was a boy or a girl, but was ecstatic to find out. He was a rambunctious kid, a crazy teenager, and an amazing man. The song ends, "There's worse folks to be like, oh he'll be all right--if he's anything like me." And it's so true. I still cry my face off each and every time I listen to this song, and there's not another song that reminds me more of my little man.
"He's gonna love me, and hate me along the way
The years are going to fly by, I already dread the day..."
#2. Godspeed Dixie Chicks: I searched long and hard for a song about little boys and their mommies. It is hard to find songs about mothers and sons. I first heard this song while shooting a wedding (it was the mother/son dance) and I couldn't keep it together. It's special to me because it starts out talking about books, second because it refers to the boy as "little man" which is what I always call him. It is such a sweet lullaby, and I sing it to him all the time, so much that sometimes he will even kick when I sing it :)
"God bless mommy & match box cars, God bless dad and thanks for the stars
God hears Amen wherever we are; and I love you.
Godspeed little man, sweet dreams little man,
Oh my love will fly to you each night on angel's wings
Godspeed, Godspeed, Godspeed, sweet dreams."
#3. "Baby Mine- Allison Krauss: This song was first played in the movie Dumbo, when Dumbo goes and sees his mom when she is locked up away from him, and it was re-recorded for a country does Disney CD. I love it. Again, it's a sweet, sweet lullaby, and I think it describes a beautiful baby boy so well :) It is especially special because it was on Finn's ultrasound video too. Randy and I both still cry when we listen to it, sing it.
"Baby mine, don't you cry; Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head, close to my heart; never to part, baby of mine."
"From your head to your toes; you're not much, goodness knows
But you're so precious to me, sweet as can be, baby of mine."
#4. "You're the sunshine of my life." Stevie Wonder: this one is relatively self-explanatory. It is upbeat, fun and I can just picture Randy and I dancing with Finn around the house to this song :)
#5. "I see me" Travis Tritt This song I found on a google search. It is a sweet song, and is somewhat similar in tone to "Anything like me." I can get through this one without crying, but it is a sweet song.
"Cause I look at him and I see a boy, And I see trouble and I see joy
See innocence and headstrong, And a heart full of dreams."
#6. "Lucky Man" Montgomery Gentry: This song mostly just reminds me that I am so lucky to have my little man, that he appears to be happy and healthy. I love it.
#7. "Smile" Uncle Kracker: this is another ultrasound favorite. "You make me smile like the sun. Forget how to breath." It is a nice, mellow song and it just makes me happy. Nothing makes me smile as much as the little man, and he's not even here yet.
#8. "Lord I hope this day is good" Leanne Womack. This song has a special meaning for me. My mom used to sing an older version of this song to me when I was in her belly (I was late), and it is a sweet, calm song, but mostly it just makes me think about how crazy it is that I am so old, and actually having a baby :)
#9. "Then" Brad Paisley/ "Letter to Me" Brad Paisley "Welcome to the Future" Brad Paisley
These songs all, in some capacity mention family, pregnancy, and sons. I love all of them. Brad Paisley might be "The official voice" of this pregnancy.
#10. "Your Song" Elton John. This one is a Randy choice. The basic idea is that anything that I have to give you--I'll give you. If I could, I'd give you anything in the world (A house), but I will give you whatever I can, which is so Randy.
Our sleeping arrangements
So, sleeping is one of the things that has been difficult throughout pregnancy. Last night, I lay in bed around 3:30 am, thinking about the ridiculousness of our sleeping situation. I had (shockingly) just gotten up for the third time that night to go to the bathroom, and realized that Randy wasn't in bed. I thought maybe he was still out with Matt, Matt and Danny, but no--he was asleep on the couch. Randy woke up, and came to bed. Which means Ella moves over to be closer to me.
Our bed then looked like this, Randy on the far left, Shaynaenae (our body pillow, or one of my best friends throughout pregnancy) in between Randy and I (there is a reason for this, when I lean over to lay on my back, I need to have something under one side of me), then comes me (and Finn) who sleep with three different pillows (one under head, one, sometimes two, between legs, another one behind butt on the other side of me).
Ella is the wild card. She used to sleep in between my legs when I slept on my back, but this side sleeping thing has really thrown her. So yesterday, at 3:30 am, Ella chose to sleep in the crook of my arms, butt closest to my face (of course) on the edge of the bed. I actually like it when Ella lays right next to me. I like to snuggle with her. There are 4 people in our bed (yes, I am counting baby Finn as an entire person--and those of you that have seen the tummy should agree--I am also counting Ella as a person--she deserves this distinction).
So, around 4:30 am, Ella FELL OFF THE BED!? Can you believe that? My poor Ella Fell off of the bed :( It was heartbreaking. Now, Ella jumped right back on and found a new spot, but I felt really guilty. I have gotten so gigantic and sleep with so many pillows that my tiny little 25 pound dog cannot even fit on the bed. That is sad.
Sleeping is getting harder and harder :(
Finn...we are ready when you are buddy (not really...wait a few weeks, your brain has some more developing to do!).
Our bed then looked like this, Randy on the far left, Shaynaenae (our body pillow, or one of my best friends throughout pregnancy) in between Randy and I (there is a reason for this, when I lean over to lay on my back, I need to have something under one side of me), then comes me (and Finn) who sleep with three different pillows (one under head, one, sometimes two, between legs, another one behind butt on the other side of me).
Ella is the wild card. She used to sleep in between my legs when I slept on my back, but this side sleeping thing has really thrown her. So yesterday, at 3:30 am, Ella chose to sleep in the crook of my arms, butt closest to my face (of course) on the edge of the bed. I actually like it when Ella lays right next to me. I like to snuggle with her. There are 4 people in our bed (yes, I am counting baby Finn as an entire person--and those of you that have seen the tummy should agree--I am also counting Ella as a person--she deserves this distinction).
So, around 4:30 am, Ella FELL OFF THE BED!? Can you believe that? My poor Ella Fell off of the bed :( It was heartbreaking. Now, Ella jumped right back on and found a new spot, but I felt really guilty. I have gotten so gigantic and sleep with so many pillows that my tiny little 25 pound dog cannot even fit on the bed. That is sad.
Sleeping is getting harder and harder :(
Finn...we are ready when you are buddy (not really...wait a few weeks, your brain has some more developing to do!).
Thursday, January 6, 2011
The shoulder pain from hell.
Dear shoulder pain,
I want you to suffer in the pits of Hell. I hate your stinkin' guts.
With absolutely NO love,
Becky
So, if I haven't seen you/talked to you in the last week you probably don't know about my crazy shoulder, well let me tell you all about it. My shoulder hurts...badly. So badly, that today I came to school, called the secretary and asked if it was possible to take a half-day if the doctor could see me earlier. This is after two consecutive nights of me crying at home because the pain in my shoulder was so terrible. It started about a week ago, and at first it was maybe a 2-3 on the pain scale, a bit annoying, but nothing awful. It only hurt when I breathed in/out deeply. I thought "certainly, this will go away." IT.HAS.NOT! It has gotten worse, and worse. I have gotten home the past two nights, put a hot water bottle on my shoulder, eaten, and gone directly to bed. It is horrendous. The worst part is, I have no idea what the pain is from, or what type of pain it is. If I felt like it was just a sore shoulder, I would suck it up and wait for it to pass, but it doesn't feel like that. It is a stabbing pain in the middle of my shoulder, and all I can think about is "please don't let this have anything to do with the baby." I can deal with shoulder pain, but I need to know if it is something that affects the baby.
So, in conclusion, I hate my shoulder, I want to saw it off with a rusty blade, and throw it off the Brooklyn Bridge. I hope that I am able to get into the doctor early, because my crappy attitude is not good...at all.
I want you to suffer in the pits of Hell. I hate your stinkin' guts.
With absolutely NO love,
Becky
So, if I haven't seen you/talked to you in the last week you probably don't know about my crazy shoulder, well let me tell you all about it. My shoulder hurts...badly. So badly, that today I came to school, called the secretary and asked if it was possible to take a half-day if the doctor could see me earlier. This is after two consecutive nights of me crying at home because the pain in my shoulder was so terrible. It started about a week ago, and at first it was maybe a 2-3 on the pain scale, a bit annoying, but nothing awful. It only hurt when I breathed in/out deeply. I thought "certainly, this will go away." IT.HAS.NOT! It has gotten worse, and worse. I have gotten home the past two nights, put a hot water bottle on my shoulder, eaten, and gone directly to bed. It is horrendous. The worst part is, I have no idea what the pain is from, or what type of pain it is. If I felt like it was just a sore shoulder, I would suck it up and wait for it to pass, but it doesn't feel like that. It is a stabbing pain in the middle of my shoulder, and all I can think about is "please don't let this have anything to do with the baby." I can deal with shoulder pain, but I need to know if it is something that affects the baby.
So, in conclusion, I hate my shoulder, I want to saw it off with a rusty blade, and throw it off the Brooklyn Bridge. I hope that I am able to get into the doctor early, because my crappy attitude is not good...at all.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Blog #2: I can't remember anything that hurt worse
"Well, I can't remember anything that hurt worse" (I am paraphrasing here) is something that my best friend Jenn said after she gave birth to her son Jack.
We were an eager group of listeners--Jenn was the first in our group of friends to go through childbirth, and we were asking questions. The whole prospect of childbirth has, for a long time, really grossed me out. I mean, I think that's a natural reaction. It is pretty gross. Now, I have a newfound appreciation for it, and I feel much better when thinking about it. BUT, that does not mean that I am not still terrified about it. So, we asked, "How badly does it hurt?" and Jenn, good naturedly responded, "It was that bad" and then hesitated, "well, I can't remember anything that hurt worse." Jenn is not a complainer...at all. Sometimes, I think about her saying this and it really frightens me.
However, I think I am officially ready-when-he-is for our little Finn to come and greet the world. The reason is, wait, I mean the reasons ARE:
- this pain in my shoulder is honestly the most annoying pain the world, it hurts when I breathe out, and I hate it.
- inability to sleep (I know this will continue, but for much different reasons after he is here)
- inability to get comfortable
- inability to get up by myself sometimes
- constant worry about whether or not he is okay (I can't see him, so unless he is moving around like crazy, I am constantly worried that something could be wrong).
- about a million more reasons, but I am getting sad just writing about them...so, the end.
Can't wait until he is here.
We were an eager group of listeners--Jenn was the first in our group of friends to go through childbirth, and we were asking questions. The whole prospect of childbirth has, for a long time, really grossed me out. I mean, I think that's a natural reaction. It is pretty gross. Now, I have a newfound appreciation for it, and I feel much better when thinking about it. BUT, that does not mean that I am not still terrified about it. So, we asked, "How badly does it hurt?" and Jenn, good naturedly responded, "It was that bad" and then hesitated, "well, I can't remember anything that hurt worse." Jenn is not a complainer...at all. Sometimes, I think about her saying this and it really frightens me.
However, I think I am officially ready-when-he-is for our little Finn to come and greet the world. The reason is, wait, I mean the reasons ARE:
- this pain in my shoulder is honestly the most annoying pain the world, it hurts when I breathe out, and I hate it.
- inability to sleep (I know this will continue, but for much different reasons after he is here)
- inability to get comfortable
- inability to get up by myself sometimes
- constant worry about whether or not he is okay (I can't see him, so unless he is moving around like crazy, I am constantly worried that something could be wrong).
- about a million more reasons, but I am getting sad just writing about them...so, the end.
Can't wait until he is here.
Blog #1 for today...Sometimes, I love my students
It's really true. I admit it. There are days that I hate my job, like really, legitimately hope I never have to return. But, there are just as many days that my students make me laugh, or say something profound, or say something that turns my whole day around.
This morning started out pretty normal, woke up from a less-than-stellar sleep, got ready, still have a terrible pain in my shoulder that I don't know what it is. Went to school, got the darkroom set up, and proceeded with my day.
That was when it happened, one of my favorite students, let's call him "Max" was talking to another student while doing his critique. He said, "Can you believe that a semester ago, we didn't know ANY of this stuff?"
He was talking about photography, the fact that a semester ago they couldn't even use a camera, and now they were printing their own photographs. It made me tear up, and I was glad that he hadn't said it to me, and turned me into a blubbering fool. It was just so nice, and so sweet, and made me feel like I am not a failure (because sometimes, I really do feel like I am).
It is almost always students who make me feel better about life, not the work, not the grading, not even the co-workers (who are all great) but the students.
This morning started out pretty normal, woke up from a less-than-stellar sleep, got ready, still have a terrible pain in my shoulder that I don't know what it is. Went to school, got the darkroom set up, and proceeded with my day.
That was when it happened, one of my favorite students, let's call him "Max" was talking to another student while doing his critique. He said, "Can you believe that a semester ago, we didn't know ANY of this stuff?"
He was talking about photography, the fact that a semester ago they couldn't even use a camera, and now they were printing their own photographs. It made me tear up, and I was glad that he hadn't said it to me, and turned me into a blubbering fool. It was just so nice, and so sweet, and made me feel like I am not a failure (because sometimes, I really do feel like I am).
It is almost always students who make me feel better about life, not the work, not the grading, not even the co-workers (who are all great) but the students.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Bellies & more and more rude comments
Picture Update: 36 weeks (aka 9 months) pregnant.
I know it's huge and ridiculous. However, I promise that I am more concerned about his size/my size than you are.
Okay, so I am gigantic, seriously. I am huge. However, I am also 36 weeks pregnant. I don't know what is with people when you are hugely-pregnant, but they think they can say ANYTHING to you. I have had quite the array of comments including:
- Are you having twins?
- How many babies are in there?
- Are you sure there is only one?
- You're huge!
- Are you sure you're going to make it to February?
- That baby MUST be coming early?
- You have another entire month?
- And countless others.
The worst one that I have encountered as of late happened on Saturday at Panera bread. Randy went to fill up his coffee, and two women sitting at a table across the restaurant from me. I was spreading cream cheese on my bagel.
Woman #1: You're ready to pop aren't you?
Me: Yep, we're almost there.
Woman #1: How much longer do you have?
Me: (tentatively) We're due at the end of the month?
Woman #2: (incredulously and in a horrified tone) The END of the month?!?!?!
Me: Yep. Four weeks to go, but I'll be full term next week, so I guess anytime after that.
Woman #1: Wow.
Me: ::nervous laughter::
Woman #1: You're not having twins are you?
Me: Nope, just one in there.
Me (to myself in my head) Lady SHUT THE F&*^ UP! I know I am huge, I have to look at myself every day in the mirror...seriously SHUT UP about it. Leave me alone.
Goodness.
However, we are officially out of the 30s countdown, and we only have 29 days until his due date. Can't wait until he is here!
Saturday, January 1, 2011
A New Year brings new challenges and excitement
Yesterday it was 2010, today it is 2011. Sometimes things change that quickly, and you don't even realize it. I often feel that way about the seasons. It will be right in the middle of summer one day, and the next day I'll see yellow leaves on a tree and it always amazes me how quickly time tramples on whether we are ready for it or not.
New Years Eve has always been a pretty big deal to me. I really like to get dressed up, go out, dance, drink and have a great time with great friends. This year (obviously) drinking was out, and due to the fact that a whole bunch of my friends are also pregnant, and the rest of my friends are way cooler than I am...we didn't have a lot of options this year, which is okay, it just made me feel OLD. I can't imagine how old I'll feel NEXT year when I will have a little man running around with me, whom I can't imagine I'll want to be apart from on New Years Eve. It's just strange to me how much things can change in such a short time.
That being said, last night was really nice. Randy and I went over to his parents house and were able to talk to them, and Courtney and Eli (who we don't get to see as often as we'd like to), and just relax. It was nice. However, two other lovely side effects of pregnancy are (1) that I am quite emotional and (2) I can barely keep my eyes open after 10:00 because I am so tired. So, Randy and I made our way out of the Hoyle house around 11:30 because I was about to pass out from tiredness (as well as the fact that the absolute IDIOTS in our neighborhood have to light off 300,000 fireworks at midnight and scare the shit out of my dog, which I DO NOT appreciate!). So that is where #2 fits in, #1 is coming...
We got home, and Randy started to excitedly mess with some new TV stuff that we had gotten that day. It was 11:55 at that point. I started to become angry, and think to myself, why doesn't Randy ever want things to be special with us anymore (see how I took it from zero to Randy hates me in 2.4 seconds? I'm good like that), so I then started crying and sobbing in the bedroom while I watched the countdown alone. Randy came in to say "Happy New Year" and could not understand why I was so upset. Now, we talked about it, and everything was fine within 10 minutes, but the emotions are so out of control, I can't even deal with it. So, overall a good night, even though I freaked out a bit at the end.
2011 is going to be an amazing year, Randy and I cannot wait to welcome out little man here, I only have 3 weeks of work left until maternity leave kicks in, and there are so many other things to look forward to as well. I really hope that our family has an even better year than we had last year--Finn we can't wait to meet you, and hug you, and kiss you, and take 1 million pictures of you.
P.S. I know this blog post is actually quite scattered, and it's hard to follow my train of thought, but I am exceptionally tired, and...I pretty much don't care.
New Years Eve has always been a pretty big deal to me. I really like to get dressed up, go out, dance, drink and have a great time with great friends. This year (obviously) drinking was out, and due to the fact that a whole bunch of my friends are also pregnant, and the rest of my friends are way cooler than I am...we didn't have a lot of options this year, which is okay, it just made me feel OLD. I can't imagine how old I'll feel NEXT year when I will have a little man running around with me, whom I can't imagine I'll want to be apart from on New Years Eve. It's just strange to me how much things can change in such a short time.
That being said, last night was really nice. Randy and I went over to his parents house and were able to talk to them, and Courtney and Eli (who we don't get to see as often as we'd like to), and just relax. It was nice. However, two other lovely side effects of pregnancy are (1) that I am quite emotional and (2) I can barely keep my eyes open after 10:00 because I am so tired. So, Randy and I made our way out of the Hoyle house around 11:30 because I was about to pass out from tiredness (as well as the fact that the absolute IDIOTS in our neighborhood have to light off 300,000 fireworks at midnight and scare the shit out of my dog, which I DO NOT appreciate!). So that is where #2 fits in, #1 is coming...
We got home, and Randy started to excitedly mess with some new TV stuff that we had gotten that day. It was 11:55 at that point. I started to become angry, and think to myself, why doesn't Randy ever want things to be special with us anymore (see how I took it from zero to Randy hates me in 2.4 seconds? I'm good like that), so I then started crying and sobbing in the bedroom while I watched the countdown alone. Randy came in to say "Happy New Year" and could not understand why I was so upset. Now, we talked about it, and everything was fine within 10 minutes, but the emotions are so out of control, I can't even deal with it. So, overall a good night, even though I freaked out a bit at the end.
2011 is going to be an amazing year, Randy and I cannot wait to welcome out little man here, I only have 3 weeks of work left until maternity leave kicks in, and there are so many other things to look forward to as well. I really hope that our family has an even better year than we had last year--Finn we can't wait to meet you, and hug you, and kiss you, and take 1 million pictures of you.
P.S. I know this blog post is actually quite scattered, and it's hard to follow my train of thought, but I am exceptionally tired, and...I pretty much don't care.
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