Is it Monday yet?
I'm sooooo ready to have school start!
I'm tired of talking about it. I just want it to happen. It's the anticipation that brings dread. If it's here and happening, it's not that bad. It's the thinking about it that stinks. Ready or not, here comes all 991 of them!
Now I have the day to clean my messy house. Whoa, the house looks perfect on Monday morning, but come Friday afternoon it looks like a tornado hit it. There's very little picking up and organizing all week long. Thursday night is always softball, so dishes just get stacked as we race out the door for the games. These dishes wait for me until Saturday.
So I need to get some stuff done...laundry, cooking for next week, and cleaning!
I did manage to go to the gym this morning. No worries, I'm not doing heavy workouts. Just getting in some exercise since it's so hot to walk at night. And I do have doctor permission to use the elliptical machine. He wants me to stay away from the treadmill because my balance will continue to be a little off as I keep growing. And since I'm prone to falling with all my balance in check, I figured this was a good idea.
I feel great! There's something about listening to the Goo Goo Dolls and Third Eye Blind that makes me go a little faster.
I have steaks thawing for dinner tonight, cookies to bake, and an afternoon cat nap with some popcorn, peach tea, and "Beauty and the Beast."
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
Things I know... (part 2)
Sleeping at night is a thing of the past.
Maternity clothes are ugly. No matter what people say about how much better looking they are these days. They're still ugly.
But the pants, my friends, are amazing! I might never wear regular pants again!
Mopac is going to have a hard time adjusting. She is such a momma's girl. I'm really starting to worry about her. I hope she takes well to the baby. My mom has eagerly and a little too early if you ask me has volunteered to take Mopac if she becomes a bother. SHE WILL NOT BE A BOTHER! We will all have to adjust, but she's not moving!
Mopac does like to lay her head on my belly currently though (which is precious btw). I wonder if she can hear the baby?
My face looks like I wiped it with a piece of pepperoni pizza. Hello pimples!
Speaking of pizza, mmmm that sounds delicious right now!
People still are scared to ask if I'm pregnant. I'm not quite at the "Whoa, she's going to have a baby!" stage. I'm getting there, but it's still a "well, she might be pregnant." Come on people ask me. Randy wants me to pull the shocked face when I get asked for the first time and reply with "How rude!" I might just give that lucky person a hug for being the first brave one to ask!
Even my baggy t-shirts are becoming tight. I'm stealing some of Randy's shirts.
My lower back feels like I have a 10 lb. barbell attached to it. That uterus must be
heavy because the baby is only 11 oz.
Being pregnant gets you out of so many things you don't want to do. (carrying boxes, picking up heavy things, basically everything but walking) This is also fab!
Being pregnant also allows you to get seconds at dinner!
People love touching pregnant bellies. Why am I not offended? I love it.
Now, just ask me if I'm pregnant, and I'll let you touch my belly!
Maternity clothes are ugly. No matter what people say about how much better looking they are these days. They're still ugly.
But the pants, my friends, are amazing! I might never wear regular pants again!
Mopac is going to have a hard time adjusting. She is such a momma's girl. I'm really starting to worry about her. I hope she takes well to the baby. My mom has eagerly and a little too early if you ask me has volunteered to take Mopac if she becomes a bother. SHE WILL NOT BE A BOTHER! We will all have to adjust, but she's not moving!
Mopac does like to lay her head on my belly currently though (which is precious btw). I wonder if she can hear the baby?
My face looks like I wiped it with a piece of pepperoni pizza. Hello pimples!
Speaking of pizza, mmmm that sounds delicious right now!
People still are scared to ask if I'm pregnant. I'm not quite at the "Whoa, she's going to have a baby!" stage. I'm getting there, but it's still a "well, she might be pregnant." Come on people ask me. Randy wants me to pull the shocked face when I get asked for the first time and reply with "How rude!" I might just give that lucky person a hug for being the first brave one to ask!
Even my baggy t-shirts are becoming tight. I'm stealing some of Randy's shirts.
My lower back feels like I have a 10 lb. barbell attached to it. That uterus must be
heavy because the baby is only 11 oz.
Being pregnant gets you out of so many things you don't want to do. (carrying boxes, picking up heavy things, basically everything but walking) This is also fab!
Being pregnant also allows you to get seconds at dinner!
People love touching pregnant bellies. Why am I not offended? I love it.
Now, just ask me if I'm pregnant, and I'll let you touch my belly!
daycare sucks
I don't know how people do it. Really, really? The average is about 1100 a month for daycare for babies.
Oh I want to cry...
Wait, I already did!
I wish my mom would quit her job and move to Austin! Life would be so much better.
Tomorrow we begin our daycare search! Blah!!!
There will be tears!
Oh I want to cry...
Wait, I already did!
I wish my mom would quit her job and move to Austin! Life would be so much better.
Tomorrow we begin our daycare search! Blah!!!
There will be tears!
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Favorite commercial
Oh I wish I could explain why this is so funny. But know that every time this comes on tv, Randy and I burst up laughing. Aww good stuff!
What do I do with my hands?
Okay, feeling the baby move is by far the coolest thing about being pregnant.
Every time it happens, I freeze. I actually whisper, "Do it again!" The baby usually responds. He/She digs me. I can tell.
The not so cool part is the lack of sleeping. I don't sleep anymore. This is where readers are saying, "That's God's way of preparing you for motherhood."
Yah, yah, I got it. But that's not for another 19 weeks.
Eek, I said 19 weeks! Time is flying!
I need help! I have always been a back sleeper. I sleep on my back the entire night, and I wake up in the same position. Well, now I can't sleep on my back because of the weight of the uterus on major arteries that deliver oxygen and nutrients to the baby. So, I am now a side sleeper.
Which means I toss and turn all night long. I can't get comfortable. My shoulder is the first thing that usually falls asleep. It's start hurting, and then it's rotation time. On to the left side! Usually at this point, my hands start tingling. Where do side sleepers put their hands? They just float around in open space. They need a spot! So putting them under my pillow is only successful for about 5 minutes. After that, they start burning and are officially asleep. At least something is asleep...hardy, har, har.
And next, I have to go to the restroom. I try the whole "It'll go away. Just try to fall back asleep." It's a rule. Everyone knows once you wake up to go to the bathroom, you might as well do it. Because you are NOT falling back asleep. No pep talk is going to fix that.
Sometimes, I want to wake up Randy, so he gets to share in these pregnancy moments with me. This could be crucial bonding time for us all!
Every time it happens, I freeze. I actually whisper, "Do it again!" The baby usually responds. He/She digs me. I can tell.
The not so cool part is the lack of sleeping. I don't sleep anymore. This is where readers are saying, "That's God's way of preparing you for motherhood."
Yah, yah, I got it. But that's not for another 19 weeks.
Eek, I said 19 weeks! Time is flying!
I need help! I have always been a back sleeper. I sleep on my back the entire night, and I wake up in the same position. Well, now I can't sleep on my back because of the weight of the uterus on major arteries that deliver oxygen and nutrients to the baby. So, I am now a side sleeper.
Which means I toss and turn all night long. I can't get comfortable. My shoulder is the first thing that usually falls asleep. It's start hurting, and then it's rotation time. On to the left side! Usually at this point, my hands start tingling. Where do side sleepers put their hands? They just float around in open space. They need a spot! So putting them under my pillow is only successful for about 5 minutes. After that, they start burning and are officially asleep. At least something is asleep...hardy, har, har.
And next, I have to go to the restroom. I try the whole "It'll go away. Just try to fall back asleep." It's a rule. Everyone knows once you wake up to go to the bathroom, you might as well do it. Because you are NOT falling back asleep. No pep talk is going to fix that.
Sometimes, I want to wake up Randy, so he gets to share in these pregnancy moments with me. This could be crucial bonding time for us all!
TAKEN!
Randy and I watched this movie on Saturday night. It was A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.
You must rent it/redbox it/netflix it/catch it on FX. Whatever you do, you must watch it. I loved, loved it! I was on the edge of my seat the whole time. It's not scary. I don't do scary. Ever since that near almost peed in my pants in the theaters on that "I know what you did last summer" fiasco, I don't watch scary movies. I hate to be scared. This is just fast paced action with a little CSI twist. Watch the clip!
I hate to have this be an "I told you so" moment. But it so is!!! It's that great!
You must rent it/redbox it/netflix it/catch it on FX. Whatever you do, you must watch it. I loved, loved it! I was on the edge of my seat the whole time. It's not scary. I don't do scary. Ever since that near almost peed in my pants in the theaters on that "I know what you did last summer" fiasco, I don't watch scary movies. I hate to be scared. This is just fast paced action with a little CSI twist. Watch the clip!
I hate to have this be an "I told you so" moment. But it so is!!! It's that great!
Monday, August 8, 2011
I've lost them!
The idea "I've lost them!" comes to mind about a gazillion times a day.
No, it's not my marbles. It's the fear of "it" being my wedding/engagement and UT ring. See, I have chunky monkey fingers now. Our school secretary instilled this horror in me by telling me she always thought that once her fingers swelled, she'd just use soap or lotion to get off tight rings.
Wrong! She had to go to the hospital and have her rings cut off her fingers! Soap, lotion, and anything in her medicine cabinet didn't work.
Yikes! So last Thursday was my first day without my rings. The moment I felt a little snug, off they went. Oh how I hate it too!
See, I love, love, love, love my rings. And every time, I wash my hands (which is about a gazillion due to the increasing pressure of my uterus on my bladder) I have this mild panic attack.
Where are my rings?
Where did I take them off?
Did somebody steal them?
Eeek! It always takes about 10 seconds to realize they are safely stored in my jewelry box.
No, it's not my marbles. It's the fear of "it" being my wedding/engagement and UT ring. See, I have chunky monkey fingers now. Our school secretary instilled this horror in me by telling me she always thought that once her fingers swelled, she'd just use soap or lotion to get off tight rings.
Wrong! She had to go to the hospital and have her rings cut off her fingers! Soap, lotion, and anything in her medicine cabinet didn't work.
Yikes! So last Thursday was my first day without my rings. The moment I felt a little snug, off they went. Oh how I hate it too!
See, I love, love, love, love my rings. And every time, I wash my hands (which is about a gazillion due to the increasing pressure of my uterus on my bladder) I have this mild panic attack.
Where are my rings?
Where did I take them off?
Did somebody steal them?
Eeek! It always takes about 10 seconds to realize they are safely stored in my jewelry box.
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