-We have exactly 15 stairs in our house. And I know this because I cheer myself on after tackling each one of those bad boys.
-Mopac LOVES sleeping/laying on my tummy.
-Rib pain is the most uncomfortable part of pregnancy.
-Walking and chatting has become more like gasping and gesturing.
-Hot chocolate should only be made with milk and not water. Bonus: extra calcium
-I have a new found respect for momma elephants. Bless them and their 22 month gestation period.
-I'm getting big...like really big. I'm pretty sure my baby is going to come out 3 feet long.
-Third trimester fatigue feels like first trimester fatigue...expect the blogging to greatly reduce:( I come home, cook dinner, shower, drink hot chocolate with MILK, and fall asleep.
-The baby is getting bigger because each movement is stronger and more powerful. I absolutely love this part! I will miss feeling the baby because I get a kick out of counting those sweet kicks. The guideline for me is 8 movements within an hour period. Tonight we had a new record, 8 movements in 2 minutes. I'm growing such an all-star!
Friday, October 28, 2011
Another Soup Recipe
Smoky Tomato and Couscous Soup Recipe - Every Day with Rachael Ray
A norther blows in, and soup is on my stove top.
I love this recipe. It was my second time to make it, and it's so easy.
I omit the ham because I'm not a huge fan of pork. I mean I like bacon and pepperoni because it doesn't taste too porkish. Weird, I know. But I hate ham, pork chops/tenderloin, etc. It's too much. It all started with my love for Wilbur in 4th grade. I think I just pretend bacon and pepperoni are not from pigs.
I also was lazy this time and didn't blend the cilantro and sour cream. I didn't want to have to wash the blender. Just dollop and sprinkle or omit.
Happy Soup Weather!
A norther blows in, and soup is on my stove top.
I love this recipe. It was my second time to make it, and it's so easy.
I omit the ham because I'm not a huge fan of pork. I mean I like bacon and pepperoni because it doesn't taste too porkish. Weird, I know. But I hate ham, pork chops/tenderloin, etc. It's too much. It all started with my love for Wilbur in 4th grade. I think I just pretend bacon and pepperoni are not from pigs.
I also was lazy this time and didn't blend the cilantro and sour cream. I didn't want to have to wash the blender. Just dollop and sprinkle or omit.
Happy Soup Weather!
Monday, October 24, 2011
Looking forward to...
-writing the best post ever about the best baby shower ever! This past weekend, some lovelies in my life threw a Dr. Seuss baby shower in honor of our little one. I have to think this post out, and I don't want to feel rushed. Plus, I have some pretty stinkin' cute pictures to upload as well. Stay tuned.
-Randy taking his test on Friday! You have no idea how exciting this is for my little family. Even Mopac is feeling the pressure. She is desperately missing her play time with her daddy. Their game of "chasing each other around the house" has been on a drastic decline.
- Tomorrow's last childbirth class. We're discussing newborn care! I'm pumped. It's a reward for having to watch the videos.
(P.S. You're probably wondering if I'm going to post about the labor and delivery/cesarean classes. Well, to be brief, I'm not. It is something that they make expectant mothers watch to scare them. And to ensure their hubbies will take them to Sonic after class to get an Orange Cream Slush.)
-Thanksgiving Break! I definitely have hit that fall wall! What do normal people do when they can't look forward to school holidays? I'm so excited about my entire week off!
-Speaking of Thanksgiving, looking forward to fried turkey, cornbread dressing, and pecan pie. My ribs hurt just thinking about it.
-Holding my sweet baby! It's starting to become more of a reality. There's a baby coming soon. Our baby, a baby to love and adore and spoil rotten. I can't wait to meet this blessing. I can't wait to hold it and give it tons of kisses. I can't wait to be a mom! A teacher at work sent me a quote the other day at work, and I couldn't help but get all giddy.
"Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body." ~Elizabeth Stone
-Randy taking his test on Friday! You have no idea how exciting this is for my little family. Even Mopac is feeling the pressure. She is desperately missing her play time with her daddy. Their game of "chasing each other around the house" has been on a drastic decline.
- Tomorrow's last childbirth class. We're discussing newborn care! I'm pumped. It's a reward for having to watch the videos.
(P.S. You're probably wondering if I'm going to post about the labor and delivery/cesarean classes. Well, to be brief, I'm not. It is something that they make expectant mothers watch to scare them. And to ensure their hubbies will take them to Sonic after class to get an Orange Cream Slush.)
-Thanksgiving Break! I definitely have hit that fall wall! What do normal people do when they can't look forward to school holidays? I'm so excited about my entire week off!
-Speaking of Thanksgiving, looking forward to fried turkey, cornbread dressing, and pecan pie. My ribs hurt just thinking about it.
-Holding my sweet baby! It's starting to become more of a reality. There's a baby coming soon. Our baby, a baby to love and adore and spoil rotten. I can't wait to meet this blessing. I can't wait to hold it and give it tons of kisses. I can't wait to be a mom! A teacher at work sent me a quote the other day at work, and I couldn't help but get all giddy.
"Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body." ~Elizabeth Stone
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Hubby Love
Last night Randy came home with a joke to make my day a little better. I know I could definitely use a joke after a Monday.
"What do you call a one-eye deer?"
The answer...
"I have no i-deer."
It's the little things. :)
Lately, I've been reflecting back over the pregnancy. I've been working on the baby book, can you tell? And I'm just really looking forward to seeing Randy become a dad.
I know, I know it's a much better read when I'm poking fun of his last antics, but seriously, maybe it's all the hormones, but I have to have a hubby brag post. If you don't like sappy, stop reading now.
I am so proud that he is going to be the father of our child.
He has been so involved throughout this whole process. He drove me to Houston to see my endocrinologist several times. He's attended ALL my appointments even when I tell him it's just going to be a blood draw. He has rescheduled meetings and appointments to attend things for the baby. He has sat through a breast feeding class (with a straight face) and 3 child birth classes so far. He helps me remember details and facts from appointments. He takes me to Sonic when I have an orange cream slush craving. He prays for the baby with me. (Although one prayer he actually had a request that certain male anatomical parts were present and developing. Seriously?!)
We were watching the UT football game on Saturday afternoon, and he made the comment that he can't wait until we have our little row of kids lined up sitting on the floor with their UT game day gear on cheering on the Longhorns.
Did you catch that too? He said "row." As in that means more than 2! Row means several. One at a time, one at a time Rands. Apparently all that pain that was alluded to during our labor childbirth class didn't affect HIM. He just gets to pat my shoulders and coach me on breathing. So, the "row" definitely sounds doable :/ and completely unscary at this point.
I love his excitement, and I'm so thankful to have him by my side through all of this.
I have never been so in love!
I'm beyond excited to see what God has in store for us.
"What do you call a one-eye deer?"
The answer...
"I have no i-deer."
It's the little things. :)
Lately, I've been reflecting back over the pregnancy. I've been working on the baby book, can you tell? And I'm just really looking forward to seeing Randy become a dad.
I know, I know it's a much better read when I'm poking fun of his last antics, but seriously, maybe it's all the hormones, but I have to have a hubby brag post. If you don't like sappy, stop reading now.
I am so proud that he is going to be the father of our child.
He has been so involved throughout this whole process. He drove me to Houston to see my endocrinologist several times. He's attended ALL my appointments even when I tell him it's just going to be a blood draw. He has rescheduled meetings and appointments to attend things for the baby. He has sat through a breast feeding class (with a straight face) and 3 child birth classes so far. He helps me remember details and facts from appointments. He takes me to Sonic when I have an orange cream slush craving. He prays for the baby with me. (Although one prayer he actually had a request that certain male anatomical parts were present and developing. Seriously?!)
We were watching the UT football game on Saturday afternoon, and he made the comment that he can't wait until we have our little row of kids lined up sitting on the floor with their UT game day gear on cheering on the Longhorns.
Did you catch that too? He said "row." As in that means more than 2! Row means several. One at a time, one at a time Rands. Apparently all that pain that was alluded to during our labor childbirth class didn't affect HIM. He just gets to pat my shoulders and coach me on breathing. So, the "row" definitely sounds doable :/ and completely unscary at this point.
I love his excitement, and I'm so thankful to have him by my side through all of this.
I have never been so in love!
I'm beyond excited to see what God has in store for us.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Buffet Rules
Mr. Gatti's pizza is amazing!
I love living in Austin just so I can have access to my favorite pizza.
Today after church we went to GattiTown for lunch.
We had a coupon.
Buffets need to have patrons sign an agreement upon entering. People have no manners. It's just downright disgusting. Someone almost ruined my Gatti blissfulness today.
First off, you need a plan to navigate the area. It's too crowded to not know where you're going or what you want. It's pizza, pick a line and get moving. I hate when browsers just stand in the middle of the chaos. Get your food or get out of the way. People are hungry, and we don't have time for you to fan yourself with your plate smack down in the middle of everything. It's called, "You're in the way."
Well, I always tackle the salad bar first. No chaos here. The madness is at the pizza line.
After my salad, I usually get some spaghetti and one slice of pizza as a sampler slice.
I'm still feeling pretty calm at this point.
When I eat at Mr. Gatti's, I must have three slices of pizza.
These are my favorites for various reasons...
1) Hamburger (It's by far Gatti's best topping!)
2) Pepperoni and Jalapenos (I'm married to Randy, and he's a one topping kinda guy. Reason= $$$, it's like a dollar more.)
3) Hawaiian (I love Canadian bacon and pineapple, and I never get to have it. There are two reasons, A) it exceeds the one topping limit and B) Randy hates Canadian bacon. I know, I know, this is as befuddling as him hating Cool Whip.)
So, I'm standing in line, and I have accomplished favorite pizza slice number 1 and 2. I have my eye on slice #3. Yes, there's a Hawaiian pizza out. I'm standing in line waiting my turn. (This is another thing people don't know how to do.)
There are two people in front of me. I'm bound to get a slice of heaven.
Okay, the girl took 2 slices. Fair enough. I'll give her two. The slices are small. Besides, there's only one more person in front of me, and there are 4 slices. Even if he wants to be a pig and get three, I'll still get that last one.
The anticipation was mounting as she handed the spatula off. (Another rule broken. Just put it down. I really don't want to touch your germy hand and the germy spatula. One germy thing prior to my lunch is all I need.)
I had that ebay feeling in my stomach. You know when you're about to win but still nervous someone will swoop in with one minute left to outbid you.
Well this guy totally swept in. He took ALL FOUR SLICES!!!
Are you kidding me?
Seriously?
Does he not know they have a salad bar and spaghetti line too that's equally as delicious?
More nerve wracking is the fact that I was so ticked off. It's pizza for crying out loud, but I felt like I had been cheated. Why am I so dramatic all of a sudden?
Pregnancy does that to you. Simple things get easily blown out of proportion.
I already had the other two slices that I like so much. But, it's the principle. Did he not see me standing behind him?
Just turn around and look me in the eye you big pig!
Oh yah, and guess where his eye was drawn to first? That's right, my big, round, pregnant tummy!
Yah, now you feel bad. I'm with child and you totally robbed my child of that nutritious pineapple.
Why am I still so mad?
He gave me the "Oops, my bad" look, and I gave him the "Now my baby hates you" look.
Lucky for him, the employee swapped out the empty, YES EMPTY, tray with a piping, fresh Hawaiian pizza.
Don't mind if I do. The pregnant and over dramatic lady still wins.
I love living in Austin just so I can have access to my favorite pizza.
Today after church we went to GattiTown for lunch.
We had a coupon.
Buffets need to have patrons sign an agreement upon entering. People have no manners. It's just downright disgusting. Someone almost ruined my Gatti blissfulness today.
First off, you need a plan to navigate the area. It's too crowded to not know where you're going or what you want. It's pizza, pick a line and get moving. I hate when browsers just stand in the middle of the chaos. Get your food or get out of the way. People are hungry, and we don't have time for you to fan yourself with your plate smack down in the middle of everything. It's called, "You're in the way."
Well, I always tackle the salad bar first. No chaos here. The madness is at the pizza line.
After my salad, I usually get some spaghetti and one slice of pizza as a sampler slice.
I'm still feeling pretty calm at this point.
When I eat at Mr. Gatti's, I must have three slices of pizza.
These are my favorites for various reasons...
1) Hamburger (It's by far Gatti's best topping!)
2) Pepperoni and Jalapenos (I'm married to Randy, and he's a one topping kinda guy. Reason= $$$, it's like a dollar more.)
3) Hawaiian (I love Canadian bacon and pineapple, and I never get to have it. There are two reasons, A) it exceeds the one topping limit and B) Randy hates Canadian bacon. I know, I know, this is as befuddling as him hating Cool Whip.)
So, I'm standing in line, and I have accomplished favorite pizza slice number 1 and 2. I have my eye on slice #3. Yes, there's a Hawaiian pizza out. I'm standing in line waiting my turn. (This is another thing people don't know how to do.)
There are two people in front of me. I'm bound to get a slice of heaven.
Okay, the girl took 2 slices. Fair enough. I'll give her two. The slices are small. Besides, there's only one more person in front of me, and there are 4 slices. Even if he wants to be a pig and get three, I'll still get that last one.
The anticipation was mounting as she handed the spatula off. (Another rule broken. Just put it down. I really don't want to touch your germy hand and the germy spatula. One germy thing prior to my lunch is all I need.)
I had that ebay feeling in my stomach. You know when you're about to win but still nervous someone will swoop in with one minute left to outbid you.
Well this guy totally swept in. He took ALL FOUR SLICES!!!
Are you kidding me?
Seriously?
Does he not know they have a salad bar and spaghetti line too that's equally as delicious?
More nerve wracking is the fact that I was so ticked off. It's pizza for crying out loud, but I felt like I had been cheated. Why am I so dramatic all of a sudden?
Pregnancy does that to you. Simple things get easily blown out of proportion.
I already had the other two slices that I like so much. But, it's the principle. Did he not see me standing behind him?
Just turn around and look me in the eye you big pig!
Oh yah, and guess where his eye was drawn to first? That's right, my big, round, pregnant tummy!
Yah, now you feel bad. I'm with child and you totally robbed my child of that nutritious pineapple.
Why am I still so mad?
He gave me the "Oops, my bad" look, and I gave him the "Now my baby hates you" look.
Lucky for him, the employee swapped out the empty, YES EMPTY, tray with a piping, fresh Hawaiian pizza.
Don't mind if I do. The pregnant and over dramatic lady still wins.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
expiration date
I got really excited today at the grocery store. Items are starting to have expiration dates with the month of December listed.
This totally made me giddy! I've been waiting for December for a long time. It's exciting to see it near enough to have unspoiled food.
That means baby is coming!!!!
This totally made me giddy! I've been waiting for December for a long time. It's exciting to see it near enough to have unspoiled food.
That means baby is coming!!!!
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