I find it hard lately to motivate myself to do stuff. I've got this book that I've been working on since last November and I keep telling myself that I should finish writing it, but I don't.
All of the baby stuff is still packed and I have absolutely no idea how or where we're going to fit it all into our tiny apartment.
Maybe I should just relish in the small victories. I emptied and loaded the dishwasher. I cleaned the bathroom sink that has been dirty and bugging me for weeks. That counts, right?
Staying at home all day every day, now that Hubbs has to use my car since his is broken, I don't really have anything to do. I could clean up a bit, unpack the stuff that still needs unpacking, but I've been saying I was going to do that since we moved in here in August and obviously, we've done just fine without whatever is in those boxes.
Tomorrow will be a busy day since I'll actually have the car. I have to get the car safety/emissions tested and renew our registration, buy some groceries, get a flu shot, go to the library, and swing by my Dr's office so they can copy my medicaid card. Overall, I think it will be the most productive day I've had since getting laid off a month and a half ago.
I've been trying to figure out and guess how huge my belly is going to get from here on out. I'll hit the 3rd trimester in a week and a half, and it's all downhill from there. Considering how big this baby is going to get, I can only imagine my belly will be just as obnoxiously huge. It's seriously hard to find pictures of larger pregnant women on the interwebz, but from what I have seen, yea, my belly is going to get very big. Luckily, the scale has just started creeping back up now that Ducky has some heft to her, so by the end of this, I should still weigh less than when I got pregnant. Hurray for that.
As it becomes more and more obvious that my due date is definitely more of a guideline, and we're probably not going to make it that far, makes me think I should have done more by now. Are there parenting classes I should have signed up for? I start the breastfeeding one next month, but what about the other one? The one where they teach you important things, like how to keep your baby alive and change diapers and such. I definitely need that one. I still don't understand the concept of picking up/putting down a baby that can't hold up its own head. The logistics are confusing to me.
When do I need to pre-register at the hospital? Do I really need a birth plan? I'm thinking about going in and just seeing how bad the whole labor thing is, and then if it's terrible, asking for the sweet sweet drugs. I don't think I want an epidural though, because for the most part, local anesthetics take FOR-EV-ER to work on me. One of the other downsides of being built like a linebacker. Maybe I'll just have to suffer through the whole thing or maybe I'll get lucky and it won't be that long. This is one of those times where it would be really nice to know if I was late or early, or if I was a C-section or regular. Sometimes being adopted blows. My sister-in-law knows that her labors are ridiculously fast, so that's handy. The other one takes a bit longer because her babies' heads are always huge. No idea what is going to happen with me. Not at all. I'm pretty sure if when I'm in early labor and they try to send me home, I'll just plop in the waiting room and say "I have no idea how quick or slow this is going to go, so I'm staying right here." There's really no way to plan for everything, so perhaps I'll just go with the flow like I always do. Sure, it's nice to have a plan, but flexibility is important. I'd probably just get more annoyed because I wasn't following the plan I'd spent so much time thinking about.
Ugh, I am so unprepared.
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Ginormous Gigantor Baby
I had my last ultrasound for the New Mom Study that I'm in the other day. It turns out little Ducky isn't going to be all that little. I knew we would have a big baby, since I was 24in long when I was born, and Hubbs weighted 10lbs 6oz, so I guess it feels good to be right. At the moment she's measuring about 2 weeks ahead for height and weight. Luckily it looks like she'll have a normal-sized noggin though, she'll just be super tall.
She's been kicking up a storm. I definitely didn't realize how far up in my belly she'd gotten, until I noticed her kicking my ribs. I'm not sure if it's because I slouch when I sit or just because she's that darn big. Hubbs felt her kick last night, which I was excited about. It's nice that he can have that little connection with her, even if it's only every once in a while. She never seems to want to kick when we want her to.
She's definitely going to be stubborn, just like me. They tried to do a 3D scan at the ultrasound, but she refused to move her arm from near her face. She was wiggling it, kind of like she was trying to cover up as much of her face as possible. I know she doesn't have that mental capacity yet, but it sure seemed like it. lol.
I'm starting to get a bit more confident that she's definitely going to come earlier than anticipated, whether naturally or if they decide to induce me because they're worried she's going to be a big chunker. The midwife from a while ago is still very confident that I can pop out a 9 pounder no problem. Hurray for being built like a linebacker and having a cavernous pelvis apparently.
Here's the first pic we have of her looking less creepy skeletony and more like an actual baby.
She's been kicking up a storm. I definitely didn't realize how far up in my belly she'd gotten, until I noticed her kicking my ribs. I'm not sure if it's because I slouch when I sit or just because she's that darn big. Hubbs felt her kick last night, which I was excited about. It's nice that he can have that little connection with her, even if it's only every once in a while. She never seems to want to kick when we want her to.
She's definitely going to be stubborn, just like me. They tried to do a 3D scan at the ultrasound, but she refused to move her arm from near her face. She was wiggling it, kind of like she was trying to cover up as much of her face as possible. I know she doesn't have that mental capacity yet, but it sure seemed like it. lol.
I'm starting to get a bit more confident that she's definitely going to come earlier than anticipated, whether naturally or if they decide to induce me because they're worried she's going to be a big chunker. The midwife from a while ago is still very confident that I can pop out a 9 pounder no problem. Hurray for being built like a linebacker and having a cavernous pelvis apparently.
Here's the first pic we have of her looking less creepy skeletony and more like an actual baby.
Monday, November 11, 2013
11/11
Veteran's Day
Today I remember my maternal grandfather who served in World War 1 (yes, he is that old), My paternal grandfather who served in World War 2, My dad and uncle who served in Vietnam, all of my friends who have served over the years, and fear for Hubbs, who plans on joining the military in the upcoming year. I'm thankful to all of those who choose to serve and do their part to stand up for what they believe in.
Laziness
I have been supremely lazy lately. When it comes to cooking dinner, I just don't want to bother. I made a crock pot ham yesterday and roasted some carrots. Hubbs had the nerve to complain that I didn't make enough side dishes. I told him if he wanted more food for dinner, then he should cook it himself. I'm just not that hungry anymore, and half the foods I used to like, I can't stand eating. I'm not going to cook this huge dinner and watch all of the leftovers go to waste, like they inevitably do.
Sleeping
Naps are my new best friend. I just feel so wiped out and drained all the time. I thought this was supposed to go away in the 2nd trimester, but here I am, rounding the 3rd, and there's no end in sight.
Heartbeat
My heart has been acting a little wonky lately. Occasionally, my heartbeat will get irregular, skipping a beat or two every few seconds. When it happens, I definitely feel weird and can feel it beating in my chest. Sometimes it also slows down a lot. I usually run around 100bpm, but it drops down significantly randomly. I know it's one of those things that can happen in pregnancy, but I'm going to go ahead and call the Dr anyway just in case. It seems like one of those things where it can't hurt to check and make sure everything is alright.
Today I remember my maternal grandfather who served in World War 1 (yes, he is that old), My paternal grandfather who served in World War 2, My dad and uncle who served in Vietnam, all of my friends who have served over the years, and fear for Hubbs, who plans on joining the military in the upcoming year. I'm thankful to all of those who choose to serve and do their part to stand up for what they believe in.
Laziness
I have been supremely lazy lately. When it comes to cooking dinner, I just don't want to bother. I made a crock pot ham yesterday and roasted some carrots. Hubbs had the nerve to complain that I didn't make enough side dishes. I told him if he wanted more food for dinner, then he should cook it himself. I'm just not that hungry anymore, and half the foods I used to like, I can't stand eating. I'm not going to cook this huge dinner and watch all of the leftovers go to waste, like they inevitably do.
Sleeping
Naps are my new best friend. I just feel so wiped out and drained all the time. I thought this was supposed to go away in the 2nd trimester, but here I am, rounding the 3rd, and there's no end in sight.
Heartbeat
My heart has been acting a little wonky lately. Occasionally, my heartbeat will get irregular, skipping a beat or two every few seconds. When it happens, I definitely feel weird and can feel it beating in my chest. Sometimes it also slows down a lot. I usually run around 100bpm, but it drops down significantly randomly. I know it's one of those things that can happen in pregnancy, but I'm going to go ahead and call the Dr anyway just in case. It seems like one of those things where it can't hurt to check and make sure everything is alright.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Hello November
Last November was hectic, I had just lost my contract job and started substitute teaching. I participated in, and finished, NaNoWriMo, and I think at that point, we had given up the hope of having kids.
Things are definitely different now. Despite the daily boredom, I think getting laid off when 5 months pregnant was really the best thing to happen to me. I lost the sub-par yet expensive insurance that hardly covered any of my Dr's visits. Towards the end, when there simply wasn't enough work for everyone, I was only raking in about $100 a week. Granted, we feel the loss of that a bit come the end of the month when car insurance, car payment, and rent are due... but things are overall better now. I'm less stressed, I don't have to take time off work for Dr's appointments, and I can hang out at home with my emotional support animal and get ready to bring our daughter into the world.
We've almost gotten everything we need for the baby, at least, I hope so. There's still a lot of stuff on our registry that only one person in my family has gotten something for us from, but we have the bare essentials. I look at the boxes with the stroller, the crib, the bassinet full of diapers and blankets, and I think, "Hey, maybe we'll be ok."
I did wind up making gender reveal cake ball ice cream cones, with pics as promised, for the baby shower. It wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be, since this is essentially the lazy way to make cake balls.
Transporting them was a bit of a pain, but it worked out pretty well. They were a big hit.
Had the 24 week check-up yesterday. Ducky's heart rate is good, weight, BP, everything looking alright. When I first get in, my BP is a little high, but once I sit for a minute, it drops back to normal. It still feels like I'm being stabbed in the vag every once in a while, but apparently everything is fine. So that's good.
It's so baffling to me that in 3 weeks is Thanksgiving. We're heading to Vegas to hang out with my side of the family. My parents are still planning on visiting us when little Ducky decides to make her grand entrance into the world, but it will be nice to see everyone else too. Just a short week after that, and we've made it to the 3rd trimester.
I know I've said this before, but seriously, how does time go by so quickly when you really want it to slow down? Before I know it, it will be February and I'll be a mom, complaining of all kind of fun things like my boobs and a general lack of sleep. Assuming we make it to February... The higher risk of preterm labor, preeclampsia, gestational diabeeeeetus. All of these things combine to make early delivery a very real possibility. Not to mention the fact that she'll likely be HUGE. I was 24 inches long when I was born, and Hubbs weighed 10lbs, 6oz. Ginormous baby is highly likely.
In the mean time, here's a pic of my 24-week fatty belly. So weird that even though my belly is bigger, I still weigh about 18lbs less than when I got pregnant. This one is a bit blurrier than the rest, oh well.
Things are definitely different now. Despite the daily boredom, I think getting laid off when 5 months pregnant was really the best thing to happen to me. I lost the sub-par yet expensive insurance that hardly covered any of my Dr's visits. Towards the end, when there simply wasn't enough work for everyone, I was only raking in about $100 a week. Granted, we feel the loss of that a bit come the end of the month when car insurance, car payment, and rent are due... but things are overall better now. I'm less stressed, I don't have to take time off work for Dr's appointments, and I can hang out at home with my emotional support animal and get ready to bring our daughter into the world.
We've almost gotten everything we need for the baby, at least, I hope so. There's still a lot of stuff on our registry that only one person in my family has gotten something for us from, but we have the bare essentials. I look at the boxes with the stroller, the crib, the bassinet full of diapers and blankets, and I think, "Hey, maybe we'll be ok."
I did wind up making gender reveal cake ball ice cream cones, with pics as promised, for the baby shower. It wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be, since this is essentially the lazy way to make cake balls.
Transporting them was a bit of a pain, but it worked out pretty well. They were a big hit.
Had the 24 week check-up yesterday. Ducky's heart rate is good, weight, BP, everything looking alright. When I first get in, my BP is a little high, but once I sit for a minute, it drops back to normal. It still feels like I'm being stabbed in the vag every once in a while, but apparently everything is fine. So that's good.
It's so baffling to me that in 3 weeks is Thanksgiving. We're heading to Vegas to hang out with my side of the family. My parents are still planning on visiting us when little Ducky decides to make her grand entrance into the world, but it will be nice to see everyone else too. Just a short week after that, and we've made it to the 3rd trimester.
I know I've said this before, but seriously, how does time go by so quickly when you really want it to slow down? Before I know it, it will be February and I'll be a mom, complaining of all kind of fun things like my boobs and a general lack of sleep. Assuming we make it to February... The higher risk of preterm labor, preeclampsia, gestational diabeeeeetus. All of these things combine to make early delivery a very real possibility. Not to mention the fact that she'll likely be HUGE. I was 24 inches long when I was born, and Hubbs weighed 10lbs, 6oz. Ginormous baby is highly likely.
In the mean time, here's a pic of my 24-week fatty belly. So weird that even though my belly is bigger, I still weigh about 18lbs less than when I got pregnant. This one is a bit blurrier than the rest, oh well.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Tidbits
On my birthday, at dinner, Hubbs was adorable. We were eating our delicious burgers, and as he's lifting the burgery goodness to his mouth, he stops, puts it down, and cocks his head at me. I asked "What?", he said "I was just noticing how good you look right now." and I melted into a puddle of love goo. It was so sweet and kind, especially considering that I wasn't wearing any makeup and pretty much looked like crap.
My first attempt at cake balls was apparently a success. I still haven't tried one, but Hubbs has devoured most of them. I took leftover costco cake and mushed it up, and covered them in melted semi-sweet chocolate chips. It makes me feel a little more confident when it comes to the ones I'm making for the baby shower on Friday.
Speaking of which, I'm excited to reveal the baby's gender to our family at the shower. It's been fun having this little secret, especially since everyone else is dying to know. Gender reveal ice cream cone cake balls for the win! Perhaps I'll even post pics, because why not?
Hubbs' parents get into town tonight, so this is the last "normal" day for the week. Tomorrow is a family thing at night, Thursday is Halloween and we're all going trick-or-treating as a family. Friday is the baby shower, and Saturday is another huge family function followed by dinner with everyone. It's definitely going to be a trying week. They're so nice, I just get so tired socializing with them. I explained to Hubbs, that yes, I know they love me, and they're nice people, it just makes me feel kind of broken because I don't feel capable of loving them back. Knowing how to love parents really isn't my thing.
I have been feeling the baby kick, which is nice, but she can't quite kick hard enough to feel it from the outside. Apparently this could be because my placenta is in the front, which makes it more difficult to feel. Hopefully Hubbs will get to feel her kicks soon. It would be nice to be able to share that with him.
Even though the baby is kicking now, and I feel her every day... it still doesn't feel real. Like I keep waiting for the part where I wake up and find out it was all a dream. Maybe it won't feel real until I'm holding her in my arms. Perhaps even then I won't be able to believe that she's really all ours. I guess we'll have to wait and see.
I am still super annoyed that no one has bought anything off of the registry. Not a single thing. The baby shower is in 3 days, I'd like to believe everyone is just saving it for the last minute, but we registered at amazon... shipping takes time! lol. Half of the fun of a shower is getting showered with gifts so you're actually prepared for the baby. Right? That's half of the fun of a wedding anyway. lol. Here's to hoping it's all fine.
Funny story, Saturday was my birthday, and as we were getting our banana splits at sonic, the car broke down. We couldn't get it to start and had to push it out of the stall and into the parking lot to get a jump, which didn't work. A tow guy came and was actually able to start it, but said either the battery or alternator was shot. We drove it to the car repair place and parked it for the weekend until they opened on Monday. Monday, we went to pick up the car and took it to Auto Zone, where the tested the battery. We needed a new one, so bought it and Hubbs actually managed to install it. Pretty impressive considering he'd never done it before. The car still wouldn't start though. The guys from the store patched it up and replaced the connector thing, and the car came back to life. As we were getting ready to leave, Hubbs' car wouldn't start. Turns out, he too needed a new battery. Two brand new car batteries and $200 later, we had two running cars. It could have been worse, but seriously, we did not need that added expense considering rent is due in a few days and Hubbs' job only lasts for another 3 weeks.
Today is my brother's birthday. We're 10 years apart and I came home from the hospital on his birthday after I was born. It's pretty fun. We've always celebrated our birthdays together, granted, we don't live in the same state anymore, but it's a fond memory. We're not exactly "close", I mean, I don't tell him everything, but I know that he will always be there for me and supports me. Whenever I had something bad I had to tell my parents, I'd always tell him first and he would work with me to figure out how to tell them. I guess it helps that he's my lawyer. lol. Lawyer/client privilege is so awesome for situations like that. I'm pretty sure he'll be an awesome uncle too.
My first attempt at cake balls was apparently a success. I still haven't tried one, but Hubbs has devoured most of them. I took leftover costco cake and mushed it up, and covered them in melted semi-sweet chocolate chips. It makes me feel a little more confident when it comes to the ones I'm making for the baby shower on Friday.
Speaking of which, I'm excited to reveal the baby's gender to our family at the shower. It's been fun having this little secret, especially since everyone else is dying to know. Gender reveal ice cream cone cake balls for the win! Perhaps I'll even post pics, because why not?
Hubbs' parents get into town tonight, so this is the last "normal" day for the week. Tomorrow is a family thing at night, Thursday is Halloween and we're all going trick-or-treating as a family. Friday is the baby shower, and Saturday is another huge family function followed by dinner with everyone. It's definitely going to be a trying week. They're so nice, I just get so tired socializing with them. I explained to Hubbs, that yes, I know they love me, and they're nice people, it just makes me feel kind of broken because I don't feel capable of loving them back. Knowing how to love parents really isn't my thing.
I have been feeling the baby kick, which is nice, but she can't quite kick hard enough to feel it from the outside. Apparently this could be because my placenta is in the front, which makes it more difficult to feel. Hopefully Hubbs will get to feel her kicks soon. It would be nice to be able to share that with him.
Even though the baby is kicking now, and I feel her every day... it still doesn't feel real. Like I keep waiting for the part where I wake up and find out it was all a dream. Maybe it won't feel real until I'm holding her in my arms. Perhaps even then I won't be able to believe that she's really all ours. I guess we'll have to wait and see.
I am still super annoyed that no one has bought anything off of the registry. Not a single thing. The baby shower is in 3 days, I'd like to believe everyone is just saving it for the last minute, but we registered at amazon... shipping takes time! lol. Half of the fun of a shower is getting showered with gifts so you're actually prepared for the baby. Right? That's half of the fun of a wedding anyway. lol. Here's to hoping it's all fine.
Funny story, Saturday was my birthday, and as we were getting our banana splits at sonic, the car broke down. We couldn't get it to start and had to push it out of the stall and into the parking lot to get a jump, which didn't work. A tow guy came and was actually able to start it, but said either the battery or alternator was shot. We drove it to the car repair place and parked it for the weekend until they opened on Monday. Monday, we went to pick up the car and took it to Auto Zone, where the tested the battery. We needed a new one, so bought it and Hubbs actually managed to install it. Pretty impressive considering he'd never done it before. The car still wouldn't start though. The guys from the store patched it up and replaced the connector thing, and the car came back to life. As we were getting ready to leave, Hubbs' car wouldn't start. Turns out, he too needed a new battery. Two brand new car batteries and $200 later, we had two running cars. It could have been worse, but seriously, we did not need that added expense considering rent is due in a few days and Hubbs' job only lasts for another 3 weeks.
Today is my brother's birthday. We're 10 years apart and I came home from the hospital on his birthday after I was born. It's pretty fun. We've always celebrated our birthdays together, granted, we don't live in the same state anymore, but it's a fond memory. We're not exactly "close", I mean, I don't tell him everything, but I know that he will always be there for me and supports me. Whenever I had something bad I had to tell my parents, I'd always tell him first and he would work with me to figure out how to tell them. I guess it helps that he's my lawyer. lol. Lawyer/client privilege is so awesome for situations like that. I'm pretty sure he'll be an awesome uncle too.
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Birthday
Here I am, another year older and as I reflect on my life so far, I'd say things worked out pretty well. I'm not where I thought I would be by this point in my life, but I'm close. I've got a wonderful husband and a daughter on the way. Over the course of my life I've definitely made some mistakes, but all of those helped shape me into the person I am today, and I like me. I have the perk of still looking quite young, so sometimes, I get mistaken for a 19-year-old, and that's certainly not a problem. It does get amusing when I get carded at rated R movies. I'm like... "you seriously think I'm under 17?!?!" and then I giggle and hand over my ID.
Sure I still haven't landed an actual career, and I'm even considering going back to school, yet again, after Ducky is born. I think it's a good thing though, that I'm not afraid of change, that I welcome it, and never fear starting over. Sometimes, when things don't work out, you've just gotta jump on in and try something else.
Hubbs and I don't have many plans for today. He's working most of the day, but we are going to have dinner at Red Robin and possibly check out a movie after. I'm not sure though if I want to see Insidious 2 or Despicable Me 2. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE horror movies, Hubbs is kind of a wuss about them, so usually, the only way I can convince him to go is if it's for my birthday.
Gibbs had a rough day at the vet yesterday, he had his comprehensive and dental work done. Poor little groggy guy. They did find that he has the start of tracheal collapse, which is not going to get fun as he ages, but hopefully he'll be fine and it won't get to the point where he would need surgery. His bouts of it are few and far between for the time being and let's hope it stays that way.
The baby shower is on Friday. I'm very annoyed that practically NO ONE has RSVP'd or bought anything off of the registry yet. I scheduled it early so it wouldn't interfere with the holidays, and also because Hubbs' family will be in town anyway for another family event. Maybe people are waiting till later in the pregnancy to buy stuff? But there is no excuse for missing an RSVP deadline. lol. If there's not enough food, no one better complain to me. Mostly because I'm not actually the host, my sister-in-laws are throwing it for me... but still. Another annoying thing, is that the other family event is Saturday morning. I thought it would be more convenient to have the baby shower Saturday afternoon or evening since everyone would be in town anyway. My eldest sister-in-law (who's daughter's event is that morning) said it would be rude to "share" the day. I think it's more rude to make people drive two hours to a family function two days in a row, but that's just me. Maybe they'll just bring gifts the next day and I'll get out of socializing for a few hours. Perhaps she's doing me a favor, really. I find spending time with Hubbs' family very exhausting. There are just so many of them. I come from a family of four and we rarely saw our cousins and uncles all at the same time. Hubbs is one of six kids, and his parents are each one of six kids, and a lot of his cousins, aunts, uncles, etc, all live in the same state. It makes for HUGE family get-togethers.
I'm trying to figure out how we are going to set up the baby's crib (which let's face it, will just be a pack-n-play). We live in a 600 sq. ft. apartment, and there's really no room for anything. I'm thinking we'll put it in the living room, and that way, whoever's turn it is can nap on the couch, while the other person tries to get a decent few hours of sleep in our bedroom. I'm not sure how well this plan will work out, but that's half of the fun, right?
I think I'm going to treat myself to brunch at Cracker Barrel, because I've been craving it all week and it's just ridiculously delicious. Happy Birthday to me!
Sure I still haven't landed an actual career, and I'm even considering going back to school, yet again, after Ducky is born. I think it's a good thing though, that I'm not afraid of change, that I welcome it, and never fear starting over. Sometimes, when things don't work out, you've just gotta jump on in and try something else.
Hubbs and I don't have many plans for today. He's working most of the day, but we are going to have dinner at Red Robin and possibly check out a movie after. I'm not sure though if I want to see Insidious 2 or Despicable Me 2. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE horror movies, Hubbs is kind of a wuss about them, so usually, the only way I can convince him to go is if it's for my birthday.
Gibbs had a rough day at the vet yesterday, he had his comprehensive and dental work done. Poor little groggy guy. They did find that he has the start of tracheal collapse, which is not going to get fun as he ages, but hopefully he'll be fine and it won't get to the point where he would need surgery. His bouts of it are few and far between for the time being and let's hope it stays that way.
The baby shower is on Friday. I'm very annoyed that practically NO ONE has RSVP'd or bought anything off of the registry yet. I scheduled it early so it wouldn't interfere with the holidays, and also because Hubbs' family will be in town anyway for another family event. Maybe people are waiting till later in the pregnancy to buy stuff? But there is no excuse for missing an RSVP deadline. lol. If there's not enough food, no one better complain to me. Mostly because I'm not actually the host, my sister-in-laws are throwing it for me... but still. Another annoying thing, is that the other family event is Saturday morning. I thought it would be more convenient to have the baby shower Saturday afternoon or evening since everyone would be in town anyway. My eldest sister-in-law (who's daughter's event is that morning) said it would be rude to "share" the day. I think it's more rude to make people drive two hours to a family function two days in a row, but that's just me. Maybe they'll just bring gifts the next day and I'll get out of socializing for a few hours. Perhaps she's doing me a favor, really. I find spending time with Hubbs' family very exhausting. There are just so many of them. I come from a family of four and we rarely saw our cousins and uncles all at the same time. Hubbs is one of six kids, and his parents are each one of six kids, and a lot of his cousins, aunts, uncles, etc, all live in the same state. It makes for HUGE family get-togethers.
I'm trying to figure out how we are going to set up the baby's crib (which let's face it, will just be a pack-n-play). We live in a 600 sq. ft. apartment, and there's really no room for anything. I'm thinking we'll put it in the living room, and that way, whoever's turn it is can nap on the couch, while the other person tries to get a decent few hours of sleep in our bedroom. I'm not sure how well this plan will work out, but that's half of the fun, right?
I think I'm going to treat myself to brunch at Cracker Barrel, because I've been craving it all week and it's just ridiculously delicious. Happy Birthday to me!
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Baby Name
Hubbs and I have had a girl's name picked out for years. Pretty much ever since we got married. We both love it and the only way we're not gonna name her that, is if she pops out looking more like the back-up name instead.
It's definitely not a common name, and while it's not spelled weird and doesn't have a high risk of mispronunciation, the inspiration for the name does come from a video game. Some internet forums are like, "oh, don't choose that name, your kid will get bullied." Are these people stupid? Your kid can get bullied for any number of things, glasses, being tall, being smart, being stupid, liking green, thinking star wars is cool, etc. Kids can come up with terrible nicknames for any name, it's an evil, magical gift that leads to endless teasing.You have to teach your kid not to stand for that crap. Also, I'm pretty sure kids in elementary school by then are going to have no idea what the video game is. If they do, their parents are doing a terrible job raising them. Besides, the name is badass and I really doubt it will lead to bullying, I'm more worried about the fact that she's pretty much guaranteed to be over 5'10", which sucked for me growing up.
So f*ck it, we're naming our kid the name that we love. There are plenty of nickname options if she grows up to hate it. I can pretty much guarantee there will never be someone with the same name in her class. I think that's awesome. Growing up there were a million of me's in my classes and it pissed me off. It also pissed off all of the Jen's and Jessica's and everyone else with a super common name.
The best part, or what we think is the best part, is that when combined with her middle name, we get a cute "car" nickname. It's Hubbs' favorite car in the whole wide world, and we think it's cute.
It would be too easy for me to share the name, I don't want to jinx it, so we're going to wait till she's born to reveal it, but we are very glad to finally be finished with the name game.
It's definitely not a common name, and while it's not spelled weird and doesn't have a high risk of mispronunciation, the inspiration for the name does come from a video game. Some internet forums are like, "oh, don't choose that name, your kid will get bullied." Are these people stupid? Your kid can get bullied for any number of things, glasses, being tall, being smart, being stupid, liking green, thinking star wars is cool, etc. Kids can come up with terrible nicknames for any name, it's an evil, magical gift that leads to endless teasing.You have to teach your kid not to stand for that crap. Also, I'm pretty sure kids in elementary school by then are going to have no idea what the video game is. If they do, their parents are doing a terrible job raising them. Besides, the name is badass and I really doubt it will lead to bullying, I'm more worried about the fact that she's pretty much guaranteed to be over 5'10", which sucked for me growing up.
So f*ck it, we're naming our kid the name that we love. There are plenty of nickname options if she grows up to hate it. I can pretty much guarantee there will never be someone with the same name in her class. I think that's awesome. Growing up there were a million of me's in my classes and it pissed me off. It also pissed off all of the Jen's and Jessica's and everyone else with a super common name.
The best part, or what we think is the best part, is that when combined with her middle name, we get a cute "car" nickname. It's Hubbs' favorite car in the whole wide world, and we think it's cute.
It would be too easy for me to share the name, I don't want to jinx it, so we're going to wait till she's born to reveal it, but we are very glad to finally be finished with the name game.
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Week 21 Wrap-Up
Wednesday:
Had the anatomy ultrasound. All of ducky's organs are properly formed and in the right place, so that's awesome. Everything looked good and she's measuring right on schedule, so hurray for that!
Friday:
Got laid off from my job that had promised me more hours and a promotion 2 weeks ago if I stayed instead of taking an offer at a different company for more money. The new job would have let me work from home as well, so that would have been nice. So now I'm 5 months pregnant, unemployed, and really not sure how I'm going to snag another job then go on maternity leave in 4 short months.
Friday night was fun, we went up to the city and splurged on an awesome dinner with the gift cards my brother and his wife had gotten us. We had the special, which started off with a wedge salad, and an entree of a bacon-wrapped filet mignon and crab-stuffed shrimp. We topped it all off with the best molten chocolate lava cake I've ever had.
Afterwards, we stopped in for a quick visit with Hubbs' grandparents, they're excited to have yet another great-grandbaby on the way and are always a joy to see. I haven't have a grandparent of my own since middle school, so it's nice to get the chance to have some now.
Saturday:
We lounged around most of the day and in the evening went out to our favorite Chinese buffet with Hubbs' other sister and her family. It was fun, we hammered out the rest of the baby shower details and had some delicious food.
Sunday:
Hubbs will be watching football all day, and I've been playing World of Warcraft since about 7:30 this morning. Overall, I think that's the perfect way to end the week. lol.
Had the anatomy ultrasound. All of ducky's organs are properly formed and in the right place, so that's awesome. Everything looked good and she's measuring right on schedule, so hurray for that!
Friday:
Got laid off from my job that had promised me more hours and a promotion 2 weeks ago if I stayed instead of taking an offer at a different company for more money. The new job would have let me work from home as well, so that would have been nice. So now I'm 5 months pregnant, unemployed, and really not sure how I'm going to snag another job then go on maternity leave in 4 short months.
Friday night was fun, we went up to the city and splurged on an awesome dinner with the gift cards my brother and his wife had gotten us. We had the special, which started off with a wedge salad, and an entree of a bacon-wrapped filet mignon and crab-stuffed shrimp. We topped it all off with the best molten chocolate lava cake I've ever had.
Afterwards, we stopped in for a quick visit with Hubbs' grandparents, they're excited to have yet another great-grandbaby on the way and are always a joy to see. I haven't have a grandparent of my own since middle school, so it's nice to get the chance to have some now.
Saturday:
We lounged around most of the day and in the evening went out to our favorite Chinese buffet with Hubbs' other sister and her family. It was fun, we hammered out the rest of the baby shower details and had some delicious food.
Sunday:
Hubbs will be watching football all day, and I've been playing World of Warcraft since about 7:30 this morning. Overall, I think that's the perfect way to end the week. lol.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Hubbs' Birthday
Today is Hubbs' Birthday. I get to enjoy a short 2.5 weeks where we're the same age. lol.
I know sometimes I whine about him, but seriously, Hubbs is pretty great.
He is kind, loving, hilarious, handsome, great at laundry, supportive, and so much more. Sometimes his depression rears its ugly head and rains on him for a day or two, but there are far more good days than bad.
His current worry is that he's going to be a terrible father. I already know this isn't true. Not only did he babysit our 3 nieces and nephew for almost a year. He took care of our youngest niece like a pro. He's got the whole diaper, nap time, feeding, everything down. Even the play time stuff he's awesome with. I can see absolutely no way where he would fail at fathering. I tell him the fact that he's even worried about it means he'll be a good dad because terrible parents really don't give a hoot if they're terrible or not.
I met Hubbs at a low point in his life. He really didn't have much going on, he'd dropped out of college and was living back with his parents. Depression was really kicking his ass and there were times he wasn't sure he was going to make it. We met and he just lit up my life. I guess I made a decent impact as well. We were married less than 6 months later. We've had occasional struggles over the last 3 years, but overall, we've stuck and grown together and try to make the best of every day.
I am so lucky to have him in my life and as the father of Ducky.
Our real celebration is Friday night. We're going up to the city to use some gift cards my brother gave us. We're going to Fleming's. I haven't been there in forever, and Hubbs has never been, but it should be delicious. Yummy yummy steak. So tonight, since he has homework and internet nerd stuff to do. I'm going to fetch us some Arby's and let him do whatever he wants, because it's his day.
I know sometimes I whine about him, but seriously, Hubbs is pretty great.
He is kind, loving, hilarious, handsome, great at laundry, supportive, and so much more. Sometimes his depression rears its ugly head and rains on him for a day or two, but there are far more good days than bad.
His current worry is that he's going to be a terrible father. I already know this isn't true. Not only did he babysit our 3 nieces and nephew for almost a year. He took care of our youngest niece like a pro. He's got the whole diaper, nap time, feeding, everything down. Even the play time stuff he's awesome with. I can see absolutely no way where he would fail at fathering. I tell him the fact that he's even worried about it means he'll be a good dad because terrible parents really don't give a hoot if they're terrible or not.
I met Hubbs at a low point in his life. He really didn't have much going on, he'd dropped out of college and was living back with his parents. Depression was really kicking his ass and there were times he wasn't sure he was going to make it. We met and he just lit up my life. I guess I made a decent impact as well. We were married less than 6 months later. We've had occasional struggles over the last 3 years, but overall, we've stuck and grown together and try to make the best of every day.
I am so lucky to have him in my life and as the father of Ducky.
Our real celebration is Friday night. We're going up to the city to use some gift cards my brother gave us. We're going to Fleming's. I haven't been there in forever, and Hubbs has never been, but it should be delicious. Yummy yummy steak. So tonight, since he has homework and internet nerd stuff to do. I'm going to fetch us some Arby's and let him do whatever he wants, because it's his day.
Monday, October 7, 2013
Eyes and Teeth
I love going to a new dentist or a new optometrist for a few reasons, but mostly because of the compliments. lol. I have naturally straight teeth and have never had or needed braces or a retainer, or anything fun. As a kid, I was super jealous because all of my friends had one or both, and I felt left out not needing them.
Going to the optometrist is fun because they don't often come across Central Heterochromia often and they get to oogle my eyeballs. My husband always forgets if my eyes are blue or green, and technically, they are both. The new eye guy said he's come across it a couple of times over the last five years.
Sorry for the giant creepy eyes staring at you. I've got the ring of green around the middle, and the blue in the rest. Apparently this means I have the genes for both. Hubbs' eyes are a blue/gray and I'm very curious to see how our kid's eyes turn out.
Those are the kinds of things I've been thinking about lately. I hope she gets my teeth, because Hubbs' are atrocious. His parents could afford braces for the first three kids, but not the last three. It'd be nice not to have to save up thousands of dollars to get Ducky's teeth fixed several years down the line.
Hubbs is hoping Ducky gets his feet though. He's got these long, gangly toes. I've got these short, chubby toes with miniscule toenails. Seriously. The few times I've gone to get a pedicure, the ladies laugh and call all of their co-workers over. Sometimes they bust out the special "detail" brush and try to paint them that way. They get painfully long if they're more than millimeter or so. When I went to get my ingrown toenails removed (on the big toe, those are the only semi-normal ones) the podiatrist was like "hmmm, never seen that before" My magical body, stumping doctors since 19-something-something.
It's fun to guess and speculate though. I know Ducky will be tall. Hubbs and I both have short genes on our sides of the family, but we're both just so obnoxiously tall. Maybe she'll trick us all and be a shorty.
I'm built a bit like a linebacker and am very chesty. I'm sure she'll inherit those. I however have a flat-pancake kind of butt and Hubbs has more um... bootyliciousness going on back there. lol. Which one will Ducky get? Who knows?
I'm starting to get excited for that part. I really want to meet this tiny person. My only blood relative that I've known. What will she look like? What kind of person will she be? Will she be laid back, stubborn, mischievous, kind? What will she want to be when she grows up? These are the things I can't wait to find out. It'll be nice to see how much is him, how much is me, and how much is all her.
Going to the optometrist is fun because they don't often come across Central Heterochromia often and they get to oogle my eyeballs. My husband always forgets if my eyes are blue or green, and technically, they are both. The new eye guy said he's come across it a couple of times over the last five years.
Those are the kinds of things I've been thinking about lately. I hope she gets my teeth, because Hubbs' are atrocious. His parents could afford braces for the first three kids, but not the last three. It'd be nice not to have to save up thousands of dollars to get Ducky's teeth fixed several years down the line.
Hubbs is hoping Ducky gets his feet though. He's got these long, gangly toes. I've got these short, chubby toes with miniscule toenails. Seriously. The few times I've gone to get a pedicure, the ladies laugh and call all of their co-workers over. Sometimes they bust out the special "detail" brush and try to paint them that way. They get painfully long if they're more than millimeter or so. When I went to get my ingrown toenails removed (on the big toe, those are the only semi-normal ones) the podiatrist was like "hmmm, never seen that before" My magical body, stumping doctors since 19-something-something.
It's fun to guess and speculate though. I know Ducky will be tall. Hubbs and I both have short genes on our sides of the family, but we're both just so obnoxiously tall. Maybe she'll trick us all and be a shorty.
I'm built a bit like a linebacker and am very chesty. I'm sure she'll inherit those. I however have a flat-pancake kind of butt and Hubbs has more um... bootyliciousness going on back there. lol. Which one will Ducky get? Who knows?
I'm starting to get excited for that part. I really want to meet this tiny person. My only blood relative that I've known. What will she look like? What kind of person will she be? Will she be laid back, stubborn, mischievous, kind? What will she want to be when she grows up? These are the things I can't wait to find out. It'll be nice to see how much is him, how much is me, and how much is all her.
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