My brain is on vacation, I swear. As I enter the last few weeks of pregnancy, I find myself becoming more and more introspective and absent minded. Is this normal? Its definitely hard to concentrate at home- and work? Fugggedaboudit. Honestly, except for a few rare moments of startling clarity, (usually "Oh SHIT we are having a baby" moments) it feels like my skull is full of marshmallow goo. And, I suppose it doesn't help that its really hot, I'm starting to swell, and my hips are painful and feel like their about to pop out of their sockets at any second. Sort of distracting, that.
We did, however, finally get the crib together this weekend. So Otto's room actually looks like a baby's room instead of the back warehouse at the salvation army. Everything in there is fairly utilitarian: crib, changing table, dresser, bookshelf and rocking chair/nursing station. My one indulgence was a piece of art that I purchased off Ebay and had personalized. Its adorable, dahling.
We are also interviewing pediatricians- all TWO practices in town. Yeah. We are looking at family practitioners as well, though. Next interview is on Wednesday, which is also The Husbands birthday. Cake and baby doctors all in one day? Yay multitasking.
And now, because this is my blog and I can do whatever the hell I want, a list of things yet to be done before Otto makes his appearance (hopefully) about 7 weeks from now (maybe writing this out will help the goo-brain):
-Purchase carseat, stroller, and co-sleeper. Will probably need some co-sleeper sheets as well.
-Attend pre-natal classes at hospital and get pre-registered.
-Start stocking up on freezer meals and easy eats for the weeks after birth.
-Put together post-partum kit: Peri-bottle, witch hazel, lavender, pads, lansinoh, etc.
-Make list of things to go with me to the hospital
-Try to relax and enjoy these last few weeks of relative freedom.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
News flash: I am a huge dork.
Ok, so we knew that. Anyhow, I was up and reading the new Harry Potter book by 9am on Saturday morning. The Husband and I are currently taking turns reading it. I know. DORKS.
So far, I am about 325 pages in and totally riveted. Its exciting, yo! Shit is going down and things are serious. And if you want to make fun of me, fine. I'm a confident enough nerd not to be bothered by your hatin'.
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In other nerd-ish related news, I finished Otto's blanket this weekend and began knitting some organic cotton bathing cloths to wash his little bum with. Knitting is totally helping to calm my nesting instinct right now. I've been frustrated because I tried to get The Husband to help me put the crib together all weekend, a chore which he artfully managed to dodge. I know that we are planning on co-sleeping for the first few months, but I want that crib set up, dammit! I just want Otto's room to be all in order, is that so wrong?!?
Once that's done the only thing left is to order the carseat and stroller, which we need to wait to do until we get paid at the end of the month. Suddenly, September seems so close...I have an appointment with the midwife this afternoon and am going to bring my tentative birthplan along and have her take a peek at it. Only 8 (or so) weeks to go!
So far, I am about 325 pages in and totally riveted. Its exciting, yo! Shit is going down and things are serious. And if you want to make fun of me, fine. I'm a confident enough nerd not to be bothered by your hatin'.
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In other nerd-ish related news, I finished Otto's blanket this weekend and began knitting some organic cotton bathing cloths to wash his little bum with. Knitting is totally helping to calm my nesting instinct right now. I've been frustrated because I tried to get The Husband to help me put the crib together all weekend, a chore which he artfully managed to dodge. I know that we are planning on co-sleeping for the first few months, but I want that crib set up, dammit! I just want Otto's room to be all in order, is that so wrong?!?
Once that's done the only thing left is to order the carseat and stroller, which we need to wait to do until we get paid at the end of the month. Suddenly, September seems so close...I have an appointment with the midwife this afternoon and am going to bring my tentative birthplan along and have her take a peek at it. Only 8 (or so) weeks to go!
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Somebody call the Waaaaaaambulance
OMG I AM SO TIRED! Why oh why can I not get a good night's sleep? I'm definitely tired enough. And I find myself nodding out during the day: Especially while watching TV and even while sitting at my desk at work (shhh. Don't tell.) But for some STUPID reason, the second my head hits the pillow, sleep becomes entirely elusive. And if I do, by some miracle, manage to fall asleep then jeebus help me if I wake up for any reason during the night because then it is GAME OVER.
Things that wake me up include (but are not limited to):
Excrutiating calf cramps
Having to pee. Bad.
The baby deciding that it is time to train to become a cage fighter
The cheapass window A/C unit shutting off and on and spitting ice chips
The dog needing to pee. Bad.
The Husband snoring/breathing loudly/taking all the covers/etc. etc. etc.
BLAH. Wah wah wah.
Ok, I feel better. And I know you LOVE posts that are rife with ALL CAPS.
Things that wake me up include (but are not limited to):
Excrutiating calf cramps
Having to pee. Bad.
The baby deciding that it is time to train to become a cage fighter
The cheapass window A/C unit shutting off and on and spitting ice chips
The dog needing to pee. Bad.
The Husband snoring/breathing loudly/taking all the covers/etc. etc. etc.
BLAH. Wah wah wah.
Ok, I feel better. And I know you LOVE posts that are rife with ALL CAPS.
Friday, July 13, 2007
An Idiot, by any other name,...
So- I'm not sure if I shared this story on this blog yet...Remember how we were keeping the baby's name a secret to avoid commentary/suggestions/associations, etc? Well, the secret is out. And to tell the truth, although I am fine now, I was just a little pissed about how it all went down:
We were at a friend's house hanging out. Everyone (exept yours truly, of course) was drinking and generally making asses of themselves. And The Husband starts talking about how we should just tell everyone the name since we are decided and won't change our minds. I consider this and say something like, "yeah, well we might decide to let the secret out at some point, I guess." Then, I realized what time it was and that I had to work the next day and took off home. The Husband stayed, of course, because he would rather be tired and hung over at work than miss time making an ass of himself in front of our friends.
The next morning, I find out that he took it upon himself to share the name with everyone. After I'd left. So I didn't get to see anyone's reaction or anything. Boy, was I livid. At that point it was essentially game over and we have subsequently shared our choice with family, co-workers, and the like.
I don't really mind people knowing- lots of people decide on and share names before their kids are born. But somehow, I was enjoying having this one little secret that was just ours...everyone knew that the ultrasound showed "boy" but the name was still a mystery to everyone but us. Is that selfish?
Guess it doesn't really matter now. The Husband was very apologetic, saying that he didn't realize how I felt about it, yada yada yada. What's more, everyone we've told has loved the name or done a good job of hiding their repulsion.
And I suppose that there are plenty of questions still to be answered, lots of mysteries to be solved- who will he look like? What will his personality be? How shitty of a mother will I ultimately become?
Oh, and just so you don't feel left out, his name will be Otto.
We were at a friend's house hanging out. Everyone (exept yours truly, of course) was drinking and generally making asses of themselves. And The Husband starts talking about how we should just tell everyone the name since we are decided and won't change our minds. I consider this and say something like, "yeah, well we might decide to let the secret out at some point, I guess." Then, I realized what time it was and that I had to work the next day and took off home. The Husband stayed, of course, because he would rather be tired and hung over at work than miss time making an ass of himself in front of our friends.
The next morning, I find out that he took it upon himself to share the name with everyone. After I'd left. So I didn't get to see anyone's reaction or anything. Boy, was I livid. At that point it was essentially game over and we have subsequently shared our choice with family, co-workers, and the like.
I don't really mind people knowing- lots of people decide on and share names before their kids are born. But somehow, I was enjoying having this one little secret that was just ours...everyone knew that the ultrasound showed "boy" but the name was still a mystery to everyone but us. Is that selfish?
Guess it doesn't really matter now. The Husband was very apologetic, saying that he didn't realize how I felt about it, yada yada yada. What's more, everyone we've told has loved the name or done a good job of hiding their repulsion.
And I suppose that there are plenty of questions still to be answered, lots of mysteries to be solved- who will he look like? What will his personality be? How shitty of a mother will I ultimately become?
Oh, and just so you don't feel left out, his name will be Otto.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Rockin'!
So Megan over at SortaCrunchy has nominated me as a Rockin' Girl Blogger! I'm so flattered. And not in the least by the idea that someone actually reads my blog. Heh. And, Megan, if you hadn't been already, I'd nominate you right back! Thanks, toots!
"Alllll byyy myyy seeeeeeelf. Don't wanna be..."
Today marks day 8 that The Husband has been gone on tour with his band. Naturally, I have mixed feelings about this. Primarily, I miss him a lot. Where else am I supposed to direct my pregnancy-hormone-induced rage when he is not here? Plus, cooking for one sucks. And you know, there's all that other stuff about him being my best friend/sexy rock n' roll lover yada yada yada.
On the other hand, being home alone has a certain charm. I've gotten so much housework done, its unreal. And funnily enough, the house is staying clean with just me there picking up after just myself. I've been knitting, reading, watching movies and generally doing nothing but what I want to do when I'm not at work. And at this stage of pregnancy, I can't say that the time to myself hasn't been kind of nice.
I will, however, be ready to see him when the tour van rolls into town on Saturday. Hopefully, he won't be too put off by the beginnings of a lovely, dark pink stretch mark I discovered yesterday on my hip...man- who knew pregnancy could be so sexy?
On the other hand, being home alone has a certain charm. I've gotten so much housework done, its unreal. And funnily enough, the house is staying clean with just me there picking up after just myself. I've been knitting, reading, watching movies and generally doing nothing but what I want to do when I'm not at work. And at this stage of pregnancy, I can't say that the time to myself hasn't been kind of nice.
I will, however, be ready to see him when the tour van rolls into town on Saturday. Hopefully, he won't be too put off by the beginnings of a lovely, dark pink stretch mark I discovered yesterday on my hip...man- who knew pregnancy could be so sexy?
Friday, July 6, 2007
Flurries of....activity.
Things are just beginning to settle down now after a harried holiday. My parents got here last Thursday and we had a wonderful visit (even if my Mom tends to drive me a wee bit crazy). Friday, we drove to Ft. Collins for some shopping- I scored some new flip flops, 2 nursing bras ( I am now a total hoochie in a D cup...too bad my belly dwarfs them so bad, because my ladies are quite magnificent at the mo') and a clearance maternity top. Was on the look out for used kids stuff (pack n' play, jogging stroller, and the like) but no dice.
Saturday, we built a picnic table "together". Well, technically, I let my dad rock the power saw and pretty much all the tools and work and stuff, I made myself useful by holding things when I was told and, uh, handing him tools and stuff when I was not sitting in the shade drinking lemonade. Anyhew, the table and benches are made of redwood and turned out so pretty. I foresee many a drunken BBQ with the table taking center stage. I think the dog appreciates it too, as it gives her another shady spot in the yard- we've been roasting the last week or so.
Sunday was our Baby Q (Baby Shower + BBQ). It was a total hoot and we got a lot of great gifts: clothes, blankets, boppy pillow, rocking chair, handmade quilt, bathtub, 24 packs of Pabst and other assorted goodies. Just about everyone we invited showed up (40+ people!) so there was lots of socializing and eating great food. And drinking Pabst. If you ask me, that's the way to do it. I think The Husband actually appreciated being involved, and his buddies seemed to have a great time. With their Pabst. It was so much better than an all-girl thing with stupid games. (No offense, if you're into that sort of thing...)
I spent most of Monday and Tuesday helping The Husband get ready for a two week long tour with his band (I tried to emphasize that soap and deodorant are as important as guitar picks and strings...what would he do without me? ). And then on July 4th I just sort of collapsed in an exhausted heap of hot pregnantness on the couch. I had some invitations to hang out with buddies, but honestly, I was enjoying the quiet. Of course, the house feels a bit empty now, after all that activity. But I've got the pets to keep me company and this little mexican jumping bean in my tummy.
Speaking of, HOLY CRAP does this kid like to boogie. Evenings seem to be the most active time and its entertaining to just lay back and watch my belly do the Alien Ressurection thing. And like a good horror movie, things are a little fun and a little scary...September is fast approaching and there are still some things to work out- like how we are going to afford the car seat, stroller and co-sleeper we still need to get. And whether we will get into a daycare...and how bad would it be to get drunk in the hospital. (I'm talking for The Husband, not me...I'll be high on Life, I'm sure.)Ack! Deep breaths.
Saturday, we built a picnic table "together". Well, technically, I let my dad rock the power saw and pretty much all the tools and work and stuff, I made myself useful by holding things when I was told and, uh, handing him tools and stuff when I was not sitting in the shade drinking lemonade. Anyhew, the table and benches are made of redwood and turned out so pretty. I foresee many a drunken BBQ with the table taking center stage. I think the dog appreciates it too, as it gives her another shady spot in the yard- we've been roasting the last week or so.
Sunday was our Baby Q (Baby Shower + BBQ). It was a total hoot and we got a lot of great gifts: clothes, blankets, boppy pillow, rocking chair, handmade quilt, bathtub, 24 packs of Pabst and other assorted goodies. Just about everyone we invited showed up (40+ people!) so there was lots of socializing and eating great food. And drinking Pabst. If you ask me, that's the way to do it. I think The Husband actually appreciated being involved, and his buddies seemed to have a great time. With their Pabst. It was so much better than an all-girl thing with stupid games. (No offense, if you're into that sort of thing...)
I spent most of Monday and Tuesday helping The Husband get ready for a two week long tour with his band (I tried to emphasize that soap and deodorant are as important as guitar picks and strings...what would he do without me? ). And then on July 4th I just sort of collapsed in an exhausted heap of hot pregnantness on the couch. I had some invitations to hang out with buddies, but honestly, I was enjoying the quiet. Of course, the house feels a bit empty now, after all that activity. But I've got the pets to keep me company and this little mexican jumping bean in my tummy.
Speaking of, HOLY CRAP does this kid like to boogie. Evenings seem to be the most active time and its entertaining to just lay back and watch my belly do the Alien Ressurection thing. And like a good horror movie, things are a little fun and a little scary...September is fast approaching and there are still some things to work out- like how we are going to afford the car seat, stroller and co-sleeper we still need to get. And whether we will get into a daycare...and how bad would it be to get drunk in the hospital. (I'm talking for The Husband, not me...I'll be high on Life, I'm sure.)Ack! Deep breaths.
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