Monday, December 22, 2008

And We're Off, Before the Crack of Dawn!

UPDATED: 1/6/09 - My grandma's prognosis has taken a fantastic turn for the better = They were wrong; no malignancy found! She should be fine. Best news of 2009!

We're headed north tomorrow morning, hitting the road by 5am, that's the plan (and I'm VERY attached to it). The last few days have been a blur, much of it good, but most of which dominated by some recent family news. My Grammie Joanie was in the hospital last week, and a few days ago, the diagnosis was determined; she has a malignant cancer and she will not have much more than a year ahead of her.

I don't know what to say. I feel overwhelmed in general, but this, I absolutely don't know what to say. It just feels awful.

We'll be foregoing Christmas cards this year... I just have too much on my plate and have been unable to get a number of things under control, like Christmas cards. I did manage to bake 6 batches of pumpkin chocolate chip muffins the other night, but it nearly killed me... [slight exaggeration, yes].

I'll soon hafta share my new list of pregnant moments... lots of broken glass involved. But that'll have to wait a bit. However, I do hope that EVERYONE has a wonderful holiday season! Merry Chrimpus and Happy New Year to you all! Mmmmwah!

Thursday, December 18, 2008

No Flash Drive to be Found Here

We drove home together after work, but stopped first at Sonic for our occasional favorite buy-one, get-one deal in order to forgo the whole 'cooking-dinner-at-home' idea (also to avoid having to do any after-dinner dishes). We then totally vegged out for over 2 hours, watching the entire first DVD disc of the West Wing's 3rd season. And then the whining began, speaking of my own... no point in expounding upon such details here right now.... I'll just admit it was lame [I'm very cranky and tired tonight]. Eventually, after hauling an awkward armload of number of different things upstairs with me, including my laptop, I hopped in the shower (and I didn't want to leave the shower).

All clean and well-lotion-ed from head to toe, I plopped on my bed and opened up my laptop to finally get caught up on some blog time... I opened my flash drives case, and wah-lah, musta left 'em both at work! No picture posting tonight.

Had I had my flash drive (among other things, like the will and time to do this right now), I would have written individual posts for each of the following subjects:

1. It rained ALL DAY LONG this past Monday... have details to share on that.
2. I picked up a package this past Tuesday night sent by Wendy's wonderful sis, Leslie. REMINDER: Wendy is the angel boy-O's mommie. Leslie had written us a wonderful letter and included some awesome baby signing materials enclosed. [BTW, dear Leslie, we're hoping to take an official baby sign language class together with the boy-O come the summer, once our sweet potato is about 3 months old. Very excited!] And Leslie also included a most darling Christmas ornament, of which I've taken nearly 2 dozen different photos, hoping to post the perfect one here to feature its design. That'll hafta happen tomorrow, I guess... but it's totally darling and I love it and it made me cry when I unwrapped it, and every time I remember, "oh, I need to call Leslie and thank her for my darling ornament," it's either after 9pm my time (she's Mountain), or I burst into tears and can't do it without choking! Maybe I'll call tomorrow? (be forewarned, Leslie!)
3. And yesterday, it SNOWED ALL DAY LONG in LAS VEGAS!?! Yes! And I have details, pictures, and even a short video of that whole fiasco to share.
4. Late last night, my honey-man and I, we went for a short walk around our snow enveloped development... Details and pictures to share regarding that lil' adventure as well.
5. We had UT family headed southward to Disneyland yesterday, and by 4pm, the southbound I-15 was closed due to the weather. We were already expecting 4 of the 8 of them to arrive in Vegas late and crash at our place that night, but the first part of their Disney-lovin' traveling party, who had intended to drive straight through to Cali, they hit Vegas 'round 5pm and found out they could go no further... so we had all 8 of 'em as our house guests last night! No worries at all though; we'd done it before, so we knew it was truly possible to house that many sleepers with relative ease. And they were all darling and so grateful and very entertaining. We were so happy to have them - - want to share more details on that as well.
6. We got our Christmas tree up days and days ago, along with some pine boughs for our banisters - - want to share more details on that as well, plus pictures.
7. I've observed some interesting kitty behaviors lately, as they deal with my expanding belly - - details to share on that.
8. And I've got several recent kitty pics to post too.
9. And I woke up early this morning, around 4am... I want to specifically share what that was all about.
10. And - Um, and, and - annnd... I can't remember what else.

I gotta go to bed right now anyhow, before I inexplicably burst into hormonal tears, flash drive or none.

"How Are You?" - #1: I'm Good! or #2: Behind

Man, my to-so list is soooo totally, um, how can I say this best? Ah, pointless?

Stuff just isn't getting done. Wednesday night was uber productive, for sure, but by the time I got home, I was so UTTERLY EXHAUSTED, I could barely brush my teeth and then - - [Overwhelming rush of ineptitude flooding my very being right now... muhhsst STOP dwelling on allll the things that are not getting done and simply do what I can and be happy with that].

Alright, so I have things to do, BUT I gotta take some time later tonight to record some recent things worth noting... So, I hope to post some updates later tonight, ya know, once I'm home from work, after I've done this and that and this and this and that too.

P.S. Once home, I may very well wind up on the couch with Otis, fast asleep.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Piggy in a Cat Suit

This post was originally written in May 2008, apparently forgotten until now:

Between our two cats, Otis has always been better known as our bigger kitty. At a year old, fully grown, Oatie weighed 17 lbs. Upon meeting Otis in 2004, my honey-man declared Otis was actually a piggy in a cat suit, and he soon devised a "weight reduction plan" for the little fuzzy barrel with four limbs. Oatie has since maintained a solid 15 lbs for the last 3 years now, and consequently, he's much more active than he had been at 17 lbs.

Nonetheless, Otis has never been known as our particularly active cat... Owen, on the other hand, he often behaves like an total spaz, sprinting and rushing around the house, up and down the stairs, literally bouncing off walls and furniture, periodically stopping abruptly mid-sprint, like a freeze-frame shot, poofed like a racoon, to then sprint off elsewhere. "Ninja Kitty" has been one of Owen's most applicable nicknames...

Here are some of the nicknames the boys have acquired over the last 5 years they have been my fuzzy babies:

OTIS aka "Oatie" or ...
Lovebug
Cuddle bug
Cuddle monster
Loverboy
Pillow kitty
Lil' Motor
Piggy
Fluffy tummies
Fuzzy muffin
Fatty-cat
Lil' Lap warmer

OWEN aka "Owenster" or ...
Le mew
Meow-man
Little Man
Lil' Meatloaf
Squeakers
Mr. Underfoot
Nippy-licker
Tootsie warmer
Zee Zen Mastah
Sneaky sleek
Handsomest kitty
Birdie-boy

P.S. I almost forgot one for Owen, reminded only a moment later, as he chased Otis from the top of the stairs and down, across the living room, to the top of the TV... it's "Lil' Shit"

Why I Love Mah Honey-Man ~ Reason 32

Because although he claims it's always the music he's into whenever he likes a song (and not the lyrics), he sure knows a lot of the words to ALL the songs of Wicked... and "Defying Gravity" is his favorite..."goose bumps every time," with "For Good" coming in a close second "because of its message."

I Feel So Wicked!

We were off to LA again this past weekend to take the angel boy-O to see Wicked at the Pantages Theater in Hollywood as our Christmas gift to him and each other as a family. The boy-O's been singing along to the original broadway cast recording for over a year now, since I'd seen Wicked in London last year. Even my honey-man, who's not big into musicals, he had "high hopes" for the evening! We were lucky too that we made up our minds when we did, just in time to score tickets (and good seats!) before it sells out ~ The last showing of Wicked in LA will be January 11th!

And so, did Wicked in LA meet our expectations?

We all had a WONDERFUL time and the angel boy-O couldn't have been more freakin' adorable! He got to see the clarinetist do his warm up in the orchestra pit and several of the other musicians warming up. He was absolutely fascinated by the spotlight operators, and all the rigging, totally awestruck by the stage presentation and the knock-your-socks-off singing. And at the end of the show (although I don't want to give it away for anyone), he was so thrilled with the ending. He loved it! It was quite a treat - -

I am absolutely certain he'll remember this year's Christmas present from us for years to come!

Thursday, December 11, 2008

We got a Pogo Baby!

I was dreaming about a pinball machine this morning... I woke up to use the bathroom around 4am and realized our baby sweet potato girl was goin' nuts in there, bouncing around, up and down, up and down, like a kid on a pogo stick, hence, much like the ball in my pinball machine dream! Funny, eh?

I'm waiting right now to hear back from my doctor's office... Granted, this is only my first pregnancy, experiencing everything for the first time, no prior knowledge of how things can go, etc. etc., HOWEVER, I'm pretty dang sure I experienced my first Braxton Hicks contractions yesterday throughout the day. Yes, I've read that these are more commonly experienced in second pregnancies, but the literature I've read also says they can come on as early as the 20th week (Wikipedia says 6 weeks?!?) and in first pregnancies as well.

It starts at the top and moves downward, like a compression spreading across my entire belly and it grows hard like a rock, lasting anywhere from 20 seconds to nearly 3 minutes. Not painful really - - definitely a bit uncomfortable, but mostly, it's just freakin' me out! So yeah, waiting for the OB office to call me back.

Monday, December 08, 2008

The Most Annoying Preggers Observation Yet: Um, wait, What was I Gunna Say?

The speed in which I can be told something or I can think something and then forget it, entirely, not even a minute later? It's absolutely baffling.

I was working through a number of personal emails a moment ago... after the last one I'd sent, I thought, "Oh, I also need to write to ______ (fill in the blank) as well before I forget!" I opened a new window to compose a new email and I now can't remember to whom it's to be written - ?!? I wish I was kidding.

At work, my assistant will come to see me, asked by ME to come see me... I'll have a few things to talk to him about to either start the day or the week or whatever. If someone interrupts us or my phone rings, one of which (or both) almost always happens, once I handle the interruption (or two or three interruptions), I'll find myself glancing around my desk, hoping to recognize something that will indicate what we'd been talking about prior to the interruption(s), and then I'll look over at him and see that he's smiling at me with his "You've forgotten what we were talking about, haven't you" face. "I'm sorry, what were we talking about?" If I had a dollar for every time I've had to say this to him that over the last 4 months, oh man! We'd all be rich! Over the last 3-4 weeks, as I've gotten far worse, he no longer waits at all for me to ask the question. In fact, by now, he totally recognizes my more subtle, silent "oh crap" face quite well, before I even know I'm making that face, and he will offer me a solid hint before I have to ask. He's been very patient with me, bless him.

Yup, I'm forgetting all sorts of things. I'm forgetting what I told my honey-man I would do for him, right after making the move to get up to do it. I'm forgetting to turn on the loaded and ready dishwasher. I'm forgetting to return calls and emails. I'm forgetting birthdays. I'm forgetting to mail things... For instance, my brother has been waiting a month now for his birthday present?!? Granted, I'd had some trouble with my iTunes Music Store internet connection (a still unresolved problem, adding further to my hatred of iTunes and all things Mac). I picked up an iTunes gift card the week before Turkey Day, aiming to mail it immediately. I then realized once we were in L.A. that I never sent it off . And then I forgot once we returned to Vegas. I told him last Friday that I'd mail it on Saturday... and now? I've misplaced it!?! And I can't find it anywhere...

I'm forgetting all sorts of things! None of them truly serious (not yet), but I wind up feeling like a total airhead most of the time. Before tonight, I often times found this amusing, but when I'm really trying to get things done, (like right now) I now get flustered, dammit! I kinda want my insane multi-tasking, super-busy, mega detail-oriented abilities back!

And my to-do list is growing out of control. What was it I wrote earlier today about my need to lower my expectations?

Why I Love Mah Honey-Man ~ Reason 31

Because he spent most of this past Saturday outside, sanding down three (plus a half) of our kitchen table's chairs, so that I can spray them all with primer and hopefully get to painting 'em before this week's end (fingers crossed!).

The weekend before Thanksgiving, I had only managed to finish sanding down 2 of them plus one (but not quite). This past weekend, having hoped to sand the remaining chairs, my sciatic pain made it impossible to continue the effort on my own. Sooo, my sweet honey-man volunteered to help out without any prompting from me. I didn't even hint at it, as I hadn't ever thought to even ask him! [SIDE NOTE: I LOVE to refinish furniture. It's one of my favorite things to do!] Of course, I'm certain he'd also just like to have our table and chairs back inside as well, so there's some self interest at hand here... hee hee.

He was sooo freakin' cute out there in the backyard though, powdered head to toe with sanding dust, the sander roaring away for hours, while the angel boy-O's portable stereo played Joss Stone as he worked, with him bobbing his head, singing along.

99 Days until I'm Due!?!

I can't believe how fast the time has been flying by. It just blows my mind! Only 99 days left? Wha? That's only a little more than 3 months' time?!? In fact, I have a regular OB appointment next week for my "6 month check-up"... yes, SIX MONTHS!?! I can't believe it.

Until the week of Thanksgiving, I was feeling really good. My energy had been up for a while, and as long as I took the time to score a good 2-4 hour-long nap at least once on the weekends, I was dandy. This last week was only 'okay' - - I'm already having sciatic flare-ups, my left side. It's particularly bad come the end of the day and the very worst in the early morning. Throughout the mid-day, I never know if I'll be just fine or if I'll suddenly get my ass kicked if and when I make the wrong move! And I haven't yet been able to consistently identify the 'wrong moves.' Kinda sucks. Yeah. It caused everything to move in major slow-mo this past weekend. I had SO MANY PLANS and none of them were finished as hoped. This past weekend, along with my insistent honey-man, taught me that my expectations must be modified: Once again, I can't expect to get everything done that I would normally accomplish. You'd think this would be a welcome realization in a way, lightening my load, but right now, for today, considering the approaching Christmas break, I'm really just annoyed. I gots alotta of stuff to do, peoples!

Yet, I don't want to rush things either or get upset about it... I recognize that this is an invaluable time in my life. More and more, each day, I find myself staring at my belly, grinning like mad, watching the thumps and bumps, while ignoring everything else. We were comped a pair of tickets to see The Importance of Being Earnest last Saturday night, and more than once during the play, I found myself watching my belly instead of watching the performance on stage.

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Why I Love Mah Honey-Man ~ Reason 30

He'd rather I rest and take it easy than have me do the laundry.

Meant to also Mention These Preggers Observations

A few more observations regarding my pregnancy that I've been meaning to mention, but haven't yet done so until now:

#1) Almost a couple weeks ago, my Popstar gave me her Snoogle body pillow, and I'm tellin' ya, it has absolutely changed my life! It took less than 2 nights for me to absolutely fall in love with the Snoogle! As long as zee wee babe isn't playing at her break dance moves and I'm not suffering from a raging bout of heartburn come bedtime (which I've been learning to better manage, with the exception of this past Thanksgiving weekend), I can actually sleep now, thanks to the Snoogle. AND THANK YOU, MY DEAREST POPSTAR! [SIDE NOTE: When we were getting ready for our Turkey Day weekend in L.A., I tentatively asked my honey-man if he wouldn't mind my wanting to take the Snoogle with us... and of course, he said of course I could. He's such a good sport. See, there hasn't been a whole lotta spooning for us since the Snoogle joined our bed. Although, over the last couple nights, I've figured a way to Snoogle on my right side to facilitate some good spoonage with my honey-man at the same time.]

#2) Ever since I hit the end of my 3rd month, the unbelievably greeziness phase of my pregnancy came to an abrupt end. My skin has been great ever since! It's best ever! In fact, not only am I no longer a greasy girl, I don't sweat or ever smell much either. A few times now, I've accidentally skipped the deodorant (forgotten it, really, and the only reason I ever come to realize the latter is when I take a shower and there isn't that usual momentary resistance one can feel when ya begin to soap up your underarms. Too much information? OH, get over it!).

#3) Deordorant isn't the only thing I forget in the mornings. I also tend to forget to put on any mascara, or sometimes I forget to use any blush, or any make-up at all, for that matter. And I frequently forget to 'do' my hair, failing to use any styling product of any kind.

#4) Taking a bath has become not only a chance for me to read and relax in the tubby, it's now a chance to watch my belly move. A couple weeks ago, our baby sweet potato girl was goin' nuts in there, and I realized I could be watching my belly for the movements!?! So, I put the Time magazine aside and wound up staring at my belly for nearly 45 minutes as the bath water cooled to a no longer warm temperature. I was absolutely mesmerized by all the lil' thumps and bumps our wee baby was up to in there. I couldn't believe how much she could do, still so small. And last night, I swear she was trying to get out or sumthin'! She was really going for it, flexing and kicking away. Of course, she totally quit when my honey-man came in to check whether or not I was okay, or if I'd become a total prune.

#5) We haven't taken a single belly picture of me yet?!? Whoops! We'll hafta do that tonight or tomorrow and post one.

#6) Over that last 2-3 weeks, I've developed that 'definitely-pregnant-belly' look, which I'm really happy about, as hopefully now no one can mistake it for simple pudge!

#7) Two weeks ago, I acquired my first maternity belly bands and these too (much like the Snoogle), have changed my life. I no longer have to worry all the time about possibly losing my pants, nor do I have to be concerned about whether or not anyone can see that my fly is totally all the way down. I love my belly bands... and there's this woman on eBay who sells them for less than half of what one costs via Target.com [search eBay for "Bloom n' Belly Bands"]. I bought 3 of 'em for $20, including the shipping!

#8) Last week, I graduated to a double hair band, in order for my regular pants to still fit me and my belly.

#9) When I went grocery shopping last week for our Thankgiving ingredients and to also stockpile holiday baking supplies, there was a sale on Stephen's hot cocoa mixes, two for one. Now, although my pregnant mind combined with the Mormon-girl roots in me certainly wanted to stock our pantry with a dozen cans, I did NOT go hog wild. I certainly didn't pass up the chance altogether though: My new favorite evening treat is either a cup of Stephen's hot frothy mint cocoa or the hazelnut creme cocoa.

#10) I'm certain there's something I could list here for #10, but I can't remember anything else right now. My brain is shutting off.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Political Turmoil vs. Giving Thanks

I've been stalling on this one... as to what I should say, if anything, regarding our new President Elect...

First of all, before I say anything more, I must say that I do recognize there are A LOT of different perspectives out there, each with their own legitimate and personal issues at stake, and I also recognize many of which do not pertain to me.

Because of those in my family who came before me, foremost, and the efforts of my own parents with their combined educations and cultural and familial backgrounds, their places of employment and their earning power, we could always afford to live in places with good neighborhoods, where I always had access to a backyard and plenty of playmates to run around with, and I always had a parent at home with me during my school years. And because we always lived in good neighborhoods with a mother at home, I had no problems achieving a solid education via the public schools I attended in Salt Lake City, UT, Billings, MT, and Cedar Rapids, IA. Nor did I ever have any problems seeking and attaining a higher education, including a masters degree.

Not ever was I denied proper health care as a child. As an adult, I have never been unable to seek and attain proper health care, always able to afford it, having always reaped the benefits of fantastic health insurance programs via the places of my employment. Overall, I have never been unable to receive the care I need, whether it be medical or therapeutic or psychological in nature.

I have also never been denied public services of any kind based upon either my ethnicity or my socioeconomic status, nor because I simply did not know what was available to me.

I have never been unable to feed myself. I have always enjoyed clean drinking water and clean bathing water and proper sewage treatment. I have always lived with a roof over my head, cool in the summers and warm in the winters, with more than enough clothing to cover my backside however way I want to cover it.

I have never had to give up a child out of wedlock or for any other reason, nor have I ever had to raise a child by myself.

I have never been a victim of violent public crime.

This list could go on and on and on... My point thus far is this: I count myself to be a very fortunate person in this world; ALL of my basic needs in life, they have all been met.

Moreover, I have more than enough in my life, so much so, I can actually acquire things I WANT, beyond basic need... I call these things the 'Luxuries in Life,' such as the following: Cars, cell phones, TVs, DVDs, mp3s and CDs, music players, make-up and nail polish, smelly bubble bath and scented body scrubs, books to read, paints to paint crafty things, knitting supplies, a hefty, an impressive heavy duty sewing machine, THIRTEEN different pairs of black shoes [flat mary janes, Dansko clogs, flat sandals, 2 pairs of wedge heel Sofft sandals, sling back high heels, 2 different pairs of dress wedge heels, zip-up ankle boots, lace-up boots, and a pair of winter-weather Goretex boots], trips out of state, ski trips to Keystone, airfare to anywhere, multiple hand bags and multiple purses [I can't even attempt to count those], a gazillion jackets and coats [paisley ski coat, plus an extra red ski coat, black pea coat, red pea coat, blue raincoat, orange windbreaker, denim jacket, khaki jacket, red trench, woolen tweed trench, light cotton gray hoodie, dark gray sweatshirt hoodie, woolen Irish hooded cardigan, blue pullover fleece, red fleece vest, pink fleece vest, black quilted ski vest, wine-colored blazer, etc. etc.], new light fixtures to match our living room lamps, a 6-cushion couch that has a queen size hide-a-bed, matching wool-woven couch pillows, a Kitchen Aid mixing machine, a blender, a food processor, a mini-food processor, a waffle iron, a heart-shaped waffle iron, a potato ricer, a lime squeezer, a nutmeg grater... you get the point? This list, it too, could go on and on and on... And none of the aforementioned items are in any way essential to life. They are all WANTS; none of them are truly needs. Have I earned these luxuries? Well, I can afford them, yes... and so, does that mean I've earned them? I've worked hard to be able to afford these things. Mind you, many have been given to me as well, and my honey-man and I, we have bought some things together... so I certainly haven't acquired all these things all on my own, and I wouldn't have any of them without certain basics having come first. But I DO gots allll the basics: those are not an issue for me, see? And do we make more than $250K a year? Hell no.

So, about these proposed tax hikes that may come via Obama to those making $250K or more a year? These tax policies won't pass unless won with a majority vote, right? Yet those making $250K+ in the U.S. are not amongst the majority, which is why an affirmative vote is plausible. Simply put, there are more people out there who are living 'without' than with.

SEMI-RELATED TANGENT: When I was an active Mormon, I paid 10% of my income as a tithe to the LDS Church, no questions asked. I used to think of it as my way of helping out, doing my part to better society and my fellowmen and fellow church members. And now? Although no longer active in the LDS church, I still think I should be helping out, especially when my own needs are met well beyond need. Now, about taxes, they have always been a part of how I contribute to the 'general effort,' so they're a given; I have no other choice, and I don't have control over how my tax dollars are spent, although I never had control over how the LDS Church spent my tithing money either. Am I getting off point? My point: I don't mind paying taxes = It's how I contribute. I do more than that to 'contribute' though, directly dolling out a couple thousand $ a year to charities I choose, plus the volunteer time I give to the National Multiple Sclerosis Society and the American Cancer Society. But the tax money? I can't mind the taxes when my own needs are met.

I have tried to imagine what my life would be like if we made $250K a year... and man, the excess is truly hard to imagine, although I'm certain we'd find ways to spend it, especially if and when we have another child after this one on the way. It's easy to spend money when you have it. It's hard to say how we would feel about a higher tax rate if we made over $250K, even though that amount would place us in a totally different tax bracket anyhow, levels above where we are now. I think we honestly couldn't mind it though - -the higher tax rate, I mean-- and that's because, fundamentally, speaking of myself and my honey-man, we believe that people are meant to take care of each other, and we should help take care of others, and that means EVERYONE who's in need whether they're working hard for their daily bread or living off the system. Even if it means taking more away from what I've worked so hard to earn for myself, that's fine with me because I already have more than enough.

This Thanksgiving and hereafter, I hope to truly focus more and dwell daily upon how grateful I am for all that we have, and all the good fortune of my family and friends. I'm hopeful that such focus will further lighten my load.

oh yeah, and Obama? I'm hopeful about him too.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Tap Dancin' Baby!

We had our second appointment for our second '2nd level' sonogram with the perinatal doctor today, and it was a WONDERFUL appointment! First of all, our baby sweet potato girl had her heart officially checked and scanned, and she passed with flying colors! WOO-HOO! A Perfect heart test! And she's managed to gain 11 ounces since our last dr. appointment only 4 weeks ago, now weighing a full pound, plus 6 oz., AND she's grown over 4 inches, now measuring a foot long!?! She's totally to chart for her volume and fluids, and even a lil' ahead of the game for her size.

At one point, nearing the end of our appointment, I spoke up: So, if I'm not mistaken here, her having only 2 cord vessels hasn't hindered her growth in any way thus far. Is that right?

The doctor chuckled loudly and reassured us that she's growing as if those 2 instead of 3 cord vessels aren't a problem at all ~ Our baby is growin' like a lil' weed, quite strong, very active and perfectly healthy thus far. Today's a very happy day!

P.S. Oh yeah! The post title is a reference to my last night... When we got up this morning, I told my honey man that allll night long, while trying to sleep on my left side, it felt like the baby was standing up in there, tap dancing on the mattress, thumping her head toward the ceiling. Well, come to find out at our appointment this morning, we saw that she's currently positioned horizontally, her head to the right of my stomach, and her feet on the left side, kicking away!

Written July 15th... Before the Word (Preggers!) was Out!

This post won't be published for a couple months or more, but I gotta write about this right now: I'M PREGGERS! We found out last weekend... I'm probably no more than 4 weeks along, but we won't really now that for sure until I have my first ob consult. But in the last 2 weeks, man oh man, my body has already undergone some noticeable changes: #1) No morning sickness yet (knock on wood!), but either early morning when I wake up or late at night, just before bed, OR BOTH, if I don't eat something fast, be it a glass of milk or a handful of crackers, I find myself quite queasy, heavily salivating, wanting to throw up. #2) Strong, odoriferous smells make me wanna vomit... onions, garlic, coffee, mint (like gum or toothpaste), peanut butter, fish, anything burnt, cigarette smoke = all of it, absolutely disgusting right now, but eggs? Eggs are fine, no problem. I love eggs. #3) I generally have this very 'full' feeling in my stomach that deters me from eating = I have NO appetite. #4) I am a nuclear reactor at night - - the heat radiating from my body can be felt by my honey-man from 9-10 inches away.

And lastly, for those who just really want to know about this one [heavy sarcasm applied, but really, I can't not include this one, as it was my first indication that sumthin' was up]: #5) DO NOT TOUCH MY BOOBS! Don't even look at them! They are painfully sensitive. If I could avoid showering, I'd have gone the last entire week without bathing. And if I could avoid the touch of clothing upon them, I'd be shirtless, 24/7!

Written July 16th: "I'm an Emotional Heap of Sensitivity"

FOREWARNING FOR THE GENERAL PUBLIC: Anyone who knows me, if they could read this right now before you next see me, please, oh puhleeze be really, really nice and patient with me or I may just burst into an explosion of weepy tears, melting into a puddle of sobbing, heaving goo, right at your feet, and I could do so without much warning, and without much warrant for that matter!

P.S. Too bad I can't post this when everyone who knows me needs it most!

Written July 16th: "Zero Appetite AND Chronic Nausea ~ Yippee!"

This post was written late in the afternoon on July 16th. Later on, we found out it had less to do with my being pregnant and more to do with an unknown kidney infection that about to make itself known the following morning...

It just took me and hour and 16 minutes to choke down a single Kashi Crunch bar, and every single bite, I felt like I was gunna throw up. I have new found empathy for the angel boy-O's inability to eat any of his meals with much enthusiasm nor interest due to his lack of appetite caused by his ADHD meds.

Zee Lastest 'I Will Settle Down Here' Kitty Locations

This post was actually written on July 11th, a few days before I wound up in the hospital... Apparently, it'd been forgotten. There's an update to include here, but I don't have those pics with me, so it'll have to come later...

Our two fuzzy boys, both Otis & Owen, they have recently claimed newly designated areas in our home for their individual "I will settle down right here" pleasures, because, ya know, they gotta maintain their claim over every square inch of our home, cuz ya know, they own it; it's their house.


Now I swear to you, this lil' shit, Owen, he knows quite well that HE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE ON THE FREAKIN' KITCHEN TABLE!! ~ but I believe he'd figured out at this time that although I was just over 'there' on the couch, I was totally unawares, taking a nappy-nap...

This is the moment before he realized I was no longer sleeping.
...and this moment captures his valiant effort to pretend I wasn't there at all, totally refusing to leave his lil' slice of sunshine on the kitchen table.
And Oatie, he now loves the top of the front room TV. He now hangs out there, sleeps there... it's his 2nd favorite spot now.
One of Owen's new spots is particularly perplexing though - - I can understand the kitchen table (he can be a naughty kitty), but I don't know why he's chosen my sewing machine as one of his new daily perches of delight? Cuz it's oh-so cozy?

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Gettin' Registered & Gettin' Emotional

Oh boy (or in our case, a girl), I just registered for a whole load of pregnancy-related preparation classes:

Prenatal Yoga, Lamaze, 'Baby Basics', Breastfeeding, Infant CPR, and a Hospital Labor & Delivery Suites Tour

The very last of the listed registered events, we've scheduled it when the angel boy-O will be here, so he can go with us and see where we (and hopefully, he, too) will be when his lil' sis comes out and into this world.

Oh, and by the way, I teared up three different times and full on cried once while going through the selection and confirmation process of registering online for these classes. Yeah.

Puhleeze Pass Me the Cranberry Fluff, RiGHT nOW!

It's that time of year again! And although we're just a week away from Thanksgiving, I want me some Cranberry Fluff RIGHT NOW!

I've got a lil' nasty green-gunky cold right now. I've definitely had worse, but my body aches, and I haven't been sleeping well the last couple nights [SIDE NOTE: Although poor sleep is nothing new these days, now that I'm sleeping with a pillow between my legs, I can no longer enjoy my two favorite sleeping positions: Back and Stomach. And just last night, dis' wee babe in my belly kept thumping and bumping around in there until 2am!?!]... not sure I can get myself to the grocery store tonight. I may have to send my sweetest second in command, armed with a lengthy grocery shopping list, including food stuffs for next week's Thanksgiving 's cooking event! But really, all that could wait until the weekend or next Monday. I just really want me some Cranberry Fluff! No mind that we've run out of skim milk and eggs and bananas and lunch meat and... I just need the ingredients for some Cranberry Fluff!

Did I mention already that I want some Cranberry Fluff?

P.S.Right HERE is a blog post featuring a picture of cranberry fluff, and HERE is the recipe!

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?

Some of these are better than others... but I like the first, third and last ones the most.

BARACK OBAMA: The chicken crossed the road because it was time for a change! The chicken wanted change!

JOHN McCAIN: My friends, that chicken crossed the road because he recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road.

SARAH PALIN: Kill it!

HILLARY CLINTON: When I was First Lady, I personally helped that little chicken to cross the road. This experience makes me uniquely qualified to ensure right from Day One that every chicken in this country gets the chance it deserves to cross the road. But then, this really isn't about me.

GEORGE W. BUSH: We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken i s on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.

DICK CHENEY: Where's my gun?

COLIN POWELL: Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road.

BILL CLINTON: I did not cross the road with that chicken. What is your definition of chicken?

AL GORE: I invented the chicken.

JOHN KERRY: Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it! It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about the chicken's intentions. I will remain against it.

AL SHARPTON: Why are all the chickens white? We need some black chickens.

DR. PHIL: The problem we have here is that this chicken won't realize that he must first deal with the problem on this side of the road before it goes after the problem on the other side of the road. What we need to do is help him realize how stupid he's acting by not taking on his current problems before adding new problems.

OPRAH: Well, I understand that the chicken is having problems, which is why he wants to cross this road so bad. So instead of having the chicken learn from his mistakes and take falls, which is a part of life, I'm going to give this chicken a car so that he can just drive across the road and not live his life like the rest of the chickens.

ANDERSON COOPER, CNN: We have reason to believe there is a chicken, but we have not yet been allowed to have access to the other side of the road.

NANCY GRACE: That chicken crossed the road because he's guilty! You can see it in his eyes and the way he walks.

PAT BUCHANAN: To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.

MARTHA STEWART: No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standing order at the Farmer's Market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any insider information.

DR SEUSS: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I've not been told.

ERNEST HEMINGWAY: To die in the rain, alone.

JERRY FALWELL: Because the chicken was gay! Can't you people see the plain truth? That's why they call it the other side. Yes, my friends, that chicken is gay. And if you eat that chicken, you will become gay, too. I say we boycott all chickens until we sort out this abomination that the liberal media whitewashes with seemingly harmless phrases like the other side. That chicken should not be crossing the road. It's as plain and as simple as that.

GRANDPA: In my day we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.

BARBARA WALTERS: Isn't that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heart warming story of how it experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish its lifelong dream of crossing the road.

ARISTOTLE: It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.

JOHN LENNON: Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together, in peace.

BILL GATES: I have just released eChicken 2008, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook. Internet Explorer is an integral part of eChicken 2008. This new platform is much more stable and will never c rash or need to be rebooted.

ALBERT EINSTEIN: Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?

COLONEL SANDERS: Did I miss one?

Friday, November 14, 2008

Movin'round zah Tum-Tum

I can't believe I didn't write about this first part at least the very next day after it'd happened?!?

Well, so Tuesday night, October 21st, we were on the couch together, watching some DVD. [SIDE NOTE: If I remember correctly, this was another one of those evenings together, where I was bein' the good sport, watching some ridiculously strange flick my honey-man had to watch for his work.] I was actually sitting right beside my honey-man in a cobbler's pose position. I could really feel our wee babe moving around in there, and I'd put my left hand on my lower tummy to see if I could feel her with my hand. My honey-man, seeing my well-placed hand, he asked if I could feel her, then placing his own left hand alongside mine. Absentmindedly, I told him he probably wouldn't be able to feel her, but he kept his hand in place, and we continued watching the movie, whatever it was. Not even a minute later, we both simultaneously exclaimed aloud, stunned and wide-eyed, "OHH!", both of us having felt the baby with our hands on my tummy. It was an utterly fantastic moment!

And now, almost a month later, I can really feel her movin' around in there! Sometimes I wonder what the heck she's doing!? Most movements feel like a rolling or bumping motion - - no sharp jabs yet, as she's too little for that (thus far). Sometimes it feels like she must be either dancin' in there or turning somersaults! But she really has me wondering what it'll be like a month or two from now, when she can really give me a good kick in the ribs or a mighty punch in the bladder!?! Honestly, the thought makes me smile.

The last couple nights, I've fallen asleep with one hand on my honey-man, and the other on my belly, falling asleep to the movements of our lil' Baby Sweet Potato Girl...

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Monday, November 10, 2008

Zee Very Latest Preggers Observations

In no particular order of importance:

1. I can eat chicken again, no problemo now, honey mustard or none
2. I still love egg sandwiches, no matter the time of day
3. I really, REALLY love anything involving sweet potatoes, especially fries
4. My love of pub cheese has toned down significantly
5. Hot chocolate is my new tasty beverage of choice
6. Half of the time, I can't remember what I did yesterday
7. I have a new found love of orange juice
8. I have heartburn now if I eat more than a fistful of food at any one time
9. About every other 2-3 days, I get a bloody nose (they say this happens with pregnancy)
10. I can be hot all over, radiating heat like a raging furnace, but still have cold feet!

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Mah Personal Driving History: An Auto Accident Recap

Until 3 or so weeks ago, every auto accident I was ever responsible for had happened while I was either driving in reverse, or coming out of reverse. [TRANSLATION: By 'responsible for,' I mean to say they were car accidents that were entirely my fault... The headers for those babies are highlighted below in dark red.]

#1 My first car accident: Sometime in the Fall of 1989. I was 14 years of age, driving on a minors permit... My step-mum had given me the chance to drive the family home from church that Sunday in our beige '87 Oldsmobile Delta 88. My father was not with us. While keeping such a very close eye on the rear of the car and where it was going while backing out of our parking spot, I completely failed to also mind the front of the car! The front passengers nose of the Oldsmobile made a respectable dent in the neighboring car's rear drivers door before we realized what I was doing. We left a note on the windshield of the damaged car, and if I recall correctly, I paid the owner (who was Matt Harger's father) $75 to have the door dent knocked out and repainted.

My 2nd accident (this one was ridiculous): Early June, 1993. I was out and about distributing open house invitations, very last minute, for my high school graduation, and I had stopped at the home of who was my father's boss at the time. The house next door to his and the house directly across the street, they both had garage sales going strong, with cars parked all along both sides of the street. As I backed our white '85 Chevy 4x4 Blazer out from his driveway, I stopped the Blazer a mere 2 inches or so from a red, totally-unseen-by-me, tinsy Lemans sedan. As witnesses later told me, from reverse, I shifted the Blazer into drive, and it rocked backward (as it always did when one would move into 'drive' from reverse), directly into the rear drivers door of this tiny red car, and the Blazer practically lifted the thing an inch off the ground, onto its curbside tires before I drove off. And I SWEAR I DID NOT NOTICE A THING!! I was driving a freakin' tall-sitting, very huge 4x4 Chevy Blazer!?! So anyhow, the owner of the car saw it all happen, and frantically, very angrily (I was told), he ran to his car and he drove after me for a few blocks before making his move to dramatically cut me off, just as I was turning into the development where we lived... I thought the guy was a stark raving lunatic!!! As he pulled alongside me during my right-hand turn, he drove right out in front of me, slamming his brakes, coming to a complete stop! I'm still stunned that I did not then slam him right into oblivion. He then jumped out of his car, drivers door left open, his car still running, and he ran back toward me, shouting obscenities and yelling all sorts of things. Seeing that this behavior of his was apparently meant for me, although not knowing how so, I had begun to roll up my window and only left it open a crack, yelling back at him that I didn't know what he was talking about, bursting into tears and begging him to please stop yelling. The man scared the living holy crap outta me, because I honestly didn't know what I had done. Once he realized I was a merely a clueless and terrified teenager, he quit shrieking at me, and he calmly explained himself, and as I reasoned in my mind that his story could very well be true [I WAS DRIVING A BEASTLY 4x4 BLAZER!!! - the same vehicle in which my step-mum had unknowingly taken out a couple mailboxes, driving in reverse!], I told him to follow me back to the point of the accident, and we'd exchange information. By that time, my father's boss, who had had his neighbors come over to his home, asking who I was - - and his wife may have seen the accident happen too, I can't remember for sure. He had already called my parents to let them know I was in trouble. I do remember I was sooo mortified and upset and just bawling, so worried about the repair costs. I had also been convinced my father was going to kill me and that I would not live long enough to see my H.S. graduation that very week... Both my parents told me they were just so happy that no one was hurt! If I recall, it cost a lil' more than $300, out of pocket to repair the fellow's car.

My 3rd accident (not only ridiculous, but totally stupid): Late summer, 1994. The 'Fudmobile' was long gone, and I was home from college for just a couple summer months, working at Baskin Robbins (I made the cakes!). Whenever I got to drive myself to work, rather than ride my mnt. bike, I drove my parents' white Toyota Camry, and I always parked at the rear of the store in the very last parking spot to the farthest left, away from anything or anyone else. Well, this one evening, for some unknown reason, I parked in the back, right behind the back entrance. Done with work and about to drive home, I put the car into reverse, barely glancing behind me, and forcefully backed the Camry directly into the store's dumpster! I moved the damn thing a whole inch, and left one nicely scratched 1 inch-long groove in the Camry's rear bumper. That cost me $180.

My 4th accident: Shortly after New Years, 1995. Me, Suzanne and Melissa were driving up to Rexburg, ID from SLC, UT, returning from our Christmas break away from school. We were riding in what was Suzy's car (a beastly, heavy hunk of metal, a maroon '78 Oldsmobile, or was it from '72? I'll have to ask her. I'm not positive, but I think it was older than we were!), and we were only 45 minutes away from our destination. [SEMI-RELATED TANGENT: I think Suze had inherited this car from a grandparent. Although unarguably better than no wheels at all, both the odometer and speedometer did not work. I don't remember the gas gauge working either, although that may have gone defunkt come the following spring. Oh and it had no AC, and that became important when we worked together in Park City, UT, that following summer! END OF TANGENT]. There was a lot of slush and black ice on the highways that night and we were often driving under 30 mph to avoid trouble. I had an old, green, rusty pick-up truck riding our butt, and I was refusing to go any faster, nor was he making a move to pass me anytime soon. I took our speed down to 25 mph, hoping to encourage this jackass to make his move to pass me... and it worked. He took off from behind us, and as he passed us pulling further ahead, he cut me off, and he tapped his brakes. In turn, I tried to gently, but quickly engage our brakes... and inconveniently did so while driving over a patch of black ice, and I lost control of the car. Remarkably, we made a full 360 and a half, flat spin off the road without flipping over and without hitting anything or anyone. We stopped 3-4 inches shy of a reinforced barbed wire fence, AND our tire tracks revealed that we had passed less than a foot away from a standing highway directional sign post which measured 13" in diameter. We all had had our seat belts on... so instead of bodies tossed around, all we had was Suzy's snowboard thrown towards the front dash, along with my CD player, both me and Suzy's two CD disc zip-cases, a few bags of received Christmas gifts, and two freshly made, boxed quiches also thrown forward, made by Melissa's sister. The quiche went everywhere, and although a shameful waste, indeed, it had a nice comical touch. Other than an expensive midnight tow, nothing at all happened to the beastly car! I must say we were remarkably lucky!

My 5th accident: Some cold month in early 2003 (I think). I was leaving a local 24-hour Kmart, very, very LATE at night, like 2am-ish? Why was I at Kmart 'round 2am? Although irrelevant to the whole explanation of this accident, I had gone there to pick up some more fine grit sandpaper for a dresser I was refinishing in the garage that night, and apparently, I just couldn't wait until daylight. Anyhow, as I backed outta my parking space, I failed to notice the diagonally-angled triangular curb jutting alongside the drivers side of my car, parallel to me. As I pulled into drive, I ran over the very end corner nub of the curb and blew out both my front and rear passenger side tires. My cousin, Jay, he came to my rescue that night... changed both my tires. Bless him!

My 6th accident: Either late July or early August, 2004 (I've apparently forgotten when - I'd have to look it up). It was dark out and raining hard, a Vegas cloudburst during what they call 'monsoon season,' and I was not even a block away from home. I was listening on a radio report talking about just how bad the weather was, and all the flash flooding around the valley, and all the auto accidents already reported that night, including the locations of some major ones. I was the first car waiting in the left-turn lane, and as the left-turn light clocked green, time for me to make my move, I looked left and right and left and then, as I began to sllloooowly nose out into the intersection, I looked right again, and directly into the oncoming headlights of a big, black Lincoln Navigator. Actually, I only recognized what it was as the thing drove off.... It was a hit and run. They didn't even slow down, and once two other fellow drivers who had stopped beside me were able to confirm I was physically okay, neither one was willing to wait around in the dark and the rain as a witness, nor did anyone give me their contact information. And no one was able to offer the license plate of the Lincoln Navigator. They took out my front bumper and the front passengers fender and tire. It was really great (heavy sarcasm)!

My 7th accident: October 27th, 2006. My Holy Cow Crash... This LINK HERE says it all.

My 8th accident: June 8th, 2008. Some girl rear-ended me HARD... the story is HERE. And my car is in the shop for repairs right now.

My 9th and latest accident (Yup, the 2nd accident this very year!): Almost 3 weeks ago, October 23rd, 2008. The initial story HERE and the final result HERE... and I had wondered about this one. I couldn't believe all those scratches were my doing... and as it turns out, they weren't! Thank you again for your spectacular and most appreciated honesty, sir!

The Truth Comes Out

So, that car I'd hit nearly a couple weeks ago, after I'd left the early-voting polling place? The owner finally emailed me just yesterday, and he let me know that 99% of the damage I'd pointed out on his bumper was all pre-existing damage from an old accident. He thinks that I may have left maybe one tinsy hairline scratch was all, so he had his bumper repaired last week and he doesn't expect me to pay for any of the repairs.

Can you say, 'Hallelujah!?' And how nice of him to be truthful and honest about it, instead of passing the buck my way. And so, I just gotta be more careful in merge lanes!

Saturday, November 01, 2008

IM-ing 'bout our Baby Sweet Potato Girl

(11:34:26 AM) hellodaly: yo
(11:37:37 AM) Annejelynn: hi there!
(11:37:48 AM) Annejelynn: baby's doin' good! everything looks good right now!
(11:38:16 AM) Annejelynn: they'll have me come in every 4 wks for additional 2-level sonograms to monitor her growth and development, watching for kidney problems and anything else
(11:38:23 AM) Annejelynn: she'll have a heart test in a month
(11:38:43 AM) Annejelynn: she gained 3 oz in 2 wks
(11:38:49 AM) Annejelynn: and she's almost 9 inches long
(11:38:50 AM) hellodaly: wow
(11:38:53 AM) hellodaly: that is good news
(11:38:59 AM) hellodaly: I am glad that things are going well
(11:39:27 AM) Annejelynn: she's standing on her head (they hadn't told me that before), but every sonogram, she's on her head, with her feat kicking the side of my stomach, which is what I've been feeling all this time
(11:40:16 AM) Annejelynn: last night, she was doin' something and I told *OMIT mah honey-man's name HERE* and he put his hand where I was feeling it, and I told him he probably wouldn't be able to tell, and then she REALLY did something and HE FELT IT!
(11:40:47 AM) hellodaly: that's crazy
(11:40:54 AM) hellodaly: seems so soon but that is awesome
(11:43:27 AM) Annejelynn: we have 139 days to go!
(11:43:52 AM) Annejelynn: she has all this room where her legs and feet are, since she'd standing on her head... so she kicks and moves alot
(11:44:07 AM) Annejelynn: the tech and Dr we saw yesterday both said she's very active!
(11:44:26 AM) hellodaly: she's trying to turn herself around, huh
(11:44:41 AM) Annejelynn: no, she just stands on her head, dancing
(11:44:47 AM) Annejelynn: upside-down!
(11:45:11 AM) Annejelynn: she arches her back, she swings her arms up and down and up beside her head
(11:45:28 AM) Annejelynn: we didn't see any thumb sucking this time... but she really wouldn't hold still
(11:45:35 AM) Annejelynn: lots of the sonogram pics were blurry
(11:45:42 AM) Annejelynn: oh! we saw her eyeballs!?!?
(11:45:51 AM) Annejelynn: and we saw her opening and closing her mouth
(11:46:15 AM) hellodaly: wow that's crazy
(12:00:56 PM) Annejelynn: oh, and I forgot to mention, my placenta is NOT placed low as they suspected... her head is against my fundus, pulling the placenta a lil' lower angled is all, soooo no required c-section for that
(12:02:39 PM) hellodaly: that is good news
(12:02:49 PM) Annejelynn: yes!!!
(12:03:14 PM) Annejelynn: so, for now, I get to see her with the perinatal doc every 4 wks and in the last month, I may go every 2 weeks or every week for sonograms!
(12:03:36 PM) Annejelynn: and if things continue as she's going, just a lil' more slowly for her size growth, she should be fine, just small, like 5-6 lbs when she's born

NOW, SOME BACKGROUND INFO: I saw my OB a week ago, last Friday, for the first time since our last sonogram. I was told some troubling news. First of all though, before I get all into that, my doc did confirm that as of our Oct. 16th sonogram, everything still looks anatomically correct AND all the tests -downs syndrome, cystic fibrosis, neural tube abnormalities, plus a couple testing for genetic defects I cannot pronounce- they all came back negative. Yay! [Now to explain the troubling news, and I'm starting with what my doc told me lastly...] Via my sonogram, it looked like my placenta is attached low, near the cervix, which means I could be prone to bleeding in my last trimester, particularly in the last couple months and I would most likely have to have a c-section, and possibly bed rest in my 9th month... [SIDE NOTE: At this point during my appointment, I was thinking, I can deal with a c-section.. not what I wanted, but I can handle that. ] AND then my doc told me our lil' babe has only 2 cord vessels instead of 3. My Response: "I don't know what that means. What does that mean?" This is what it means: The umbilical cord is meant to have 3 blood vessels; 2 arteries going out from the baby and one incoming vein [SIDE NOTE: Until today, I'd had this allll mixed up, vein vs. artery, and the function of each in an umbilical cord!].

  • The vein carries oxygen and nutrients from the placenta (which connects to the mother's blood supply) to the baby.
  • The two arteries transport waste from the baby to the placenta (where waste is transferred to the mother's blood and disposed of by her kidneys).
So, our wee one has only one out-going cord vessel handling her waste instead of the two, which means she's at risk for growth development issues, particularly heart and kidney trouble, and she will most likely have a low birth weight. To date, her growth and development (minus the one cord vessel, of course) has been right on target thus far. At some point though, soon approaching, her growth rate is expected to slow and she may not progress like other babies would, size-wise. I'd asked if I should modify my diet, and was told not at all...except to make what I eat really count (this was not news to me).

Between my regular OB doc and the perinatal doc we saw this past Monday, we've been told she'll be monitored via 2nd level sonograms every 4 weeks until the birth... and they both expect we'll most likely have ourselves a small, but healthy baby come March. Fingers crossed!

Friday, October 31, 2008

Why I Love Mah Honey-Man ~ Reason 29

Because he calls all cupcakes 'muffins.'

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

My First Thought in Response to "It's a Girl"

As the sonogram tech announced we had ourselves a baby girl on the way, my very first thought was this, immediately imagining a lil' preschooler, 4 or 5 years of age: "She is sooo gunna be Princess Leia for Halloween someday!"

Monday, October 27, 2008

Subtle Comparison

I'm pro-life , YET whatever my reasons for this may be, I DO NOT pretend the government can or should tell someone what they can and cannot do in this regard... so I'm pro-choice as well.

Friday, October 24, 2008

I Voted... and then I Hit a Car

Last Thursday, I went to a nearby local grocery store to vote early. I'd brought a book with me, but it took no more than 15 minutes. As I had selected my choices, I found myself vehclempted. I was almost giddy. After I had scanned through my ballot, I selected the last button to submit and finalize my votes, and I observed that I was feeling almost euphoric... I really was delighted with my decision to exercise my right to vote, and do to so early, skipping the the hours of waiting in a long line. As I walked out to my car, I thought of this baby growing inside me and realized that voting is something I must do not only for myself, but for her. And I got all teary again... and then I thought, "Geesh! Am I hormonal or what?"

As I pulled onto the main street from the grocery store parking lot, I approached the upcoming intersection, moving right, towards a right-turn merging lane. The car ahead of me had begun his move to merge, but hit his brakes as I'd rolled forward for what I'd thought would be my turn next. The damage to my car was nada, but his? May just need a new paint job on the bumper, so not too bad, but definitely not something I needed right now. Will be about $400.

So yeah, I voted, and then, driving apparently impaired, high from voting, I hit a car. This was me by the end of that day...

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

My Lastest Preggers Observations

1. I have really forgetful moments, like, mid-sentence
2. My brain becomes total mush by 9pm each night
3. I can now eat chicken, but only with LOTS of honey mustard sauce
4. My tummy (more like my pudge) popped out this week
5. None of my clothes fit around the waist anymore
6. I now use the bathroom only 2-3 times in the night
7. I must have a 3-hour nap (or two) on the weekends
8. Politics really upset me (far more than usual)
9. I feel compelled to reorganize EVERYTHING in our home
10. It's official: I'm nesting

Friday, October 17, 2008

Presenting, Our Baby Sweet Potato Girl

This shot, we couldn't see anything at all, had no idea what the sonogram tech was aiming for and suddenly, a kick! and an almost perfect footsie image!
When we saw this, we were both like, "BOO!"
This is a good one for Halloween: here's her frontal skull shot...
This one is a full body profile shot...
You can see the top of her left foot and all of her left leg, both her bummy and tummy, and her left arm with her left hand just about to insert her thumb to mouth...
This is our favorite: Full profile
And you can see the bone structure of her non-existent chin
And she's a thumb sucker... may have mentioned that already.
Every time we'd quit poking and prodding her, she'd stick her thumb in her mouth. And then we'd move the sonogram scanner around and she'd kick and flail her arms, and we'd quit, and she'd stick her thumb in her mouth. It was adorable.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

We're Having a Lil' Thumb Sucker!

Well, we had our sonogram late this afternoon and it was nothing short of amazing! I'm just stunned still, having seen what we saw... A strong, beating heart (139 beats per minute), well formed organs, ten lil' fingers and the soles and toes of lil' perfectly formed feetsies, kicking legs, flailing arms, hands stretched overhead, and hands pressed palm to palm to the side of a lil' cheek, and a straight, tiny nose, and a tini-tiny upper lip. Weighs about 8 ounces and going by the femur bone's length, about 8-9 inches in total length, and SHE has her daddy's chin...practically non-existent, just like her big brother and her daddy both had when they were wee babes.

Expect some of our sonogram shots tomorrow! Oh, and some explanation for the already obvious post title.

Repeat to Self: "Patience is a Virtue"

I drank all my water by 8am and got all ready and excited and set for a sonogram at 9am this morning... but it's not until 3:30pm!?! ARRRGGGHHH!

So, we won't have any baby news until this afternoon.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

McCain Creeps Me Out

...and I don't find his sarcasm amusing nor intelligent.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

I Love Da' Onesies

My parents were in Vegas last week and I had lunch with them at Caesars on Friday. While in the Forum Shops, my step-mum made for the Gap to the Baby Gap section and bought these for our lil' bun in the oven. I really love the blue one (and onesies in general). SIDE NOTE: I won't be surprised at all if our lil' babe lives his/her life in onesies for the first year.

Why I Love Mah Honey-Man ~ Reason 28

The best spoonage ever!

I love our mornings together in the 10-20 minutes before our alarms (yes, that's plural) go off, and thereafter, the 3-4 times we both push snooze, spooning for as long as we can before we absolutely have to get up.

P.S. This 'Reason to Love' is reminiscent of Reason #4, but it's not the same thing.

Monday, October 13, 2008

It's Potty Time!

BE FOREWARNED: This post will touch upon the subject of my new found pregnancy bathroom habits.

Driving to and from Yellowstone over the weekend before last has brought about a new discovery... I can't go that long without needing a bathroom break. For the sake of comparison (and I know you really want to know these kinds of details), in the past, for the average 6 hr-long car trip, all I need is one bathroom stop whenever I stop to fill up the gas tank. [SEMI-RELATED TANGENT: I don't like to keep driving on car trips with anything less than a quarter of a tank. END OF TANGENT]

Our drive to Yellowstone from Vegas, we stopped along the way in Bear Lake, ID, to stay with my Grams, and it took us 9 hours to get there. I didn't actually count how many times we stopped, but it was more than twice, maybe 4 times. While at Yellowstone, we found ourselves often seeking out a bathroom stop, and jokes were made. Well, on our way home to Vegas from Yellowstone, making the long drive in one day, the drive should have taken us no more than 13 hours. Well, it took us FIFTEEN hours because I had to stop every 1 to 2 hours... Yes, it took 15 hours, cuz we had to stop EIGHT different times, so I could relieve my wimpy bladder?!? It was ridiculous!

And my honey-man? He never once complained... he only laughed about it (a lot), and at least a couple times, he mused aloud that if anyone were to ask him what he remembered most about his first trip to Yellowstone, he would say it was my weak bladder.

Guilty Confession #9

Last week, while sick at home, I laid on the couch and watched 'Project Runway' for the first time - - I, um, actually watched 4 episodes of it in a row! And now? I just checked Bravo to be sure when to watch the finale episode this coming Wednesday. This is another first for me, albeit an insignificant one... BACKGROUND INFO: I hardly ever remember to watch something I've seen that I like... I can't ever remember the right channel/station to turn to, let alone what day or time something may scheduled. Plus, I just don't like TV a whole lot.

Friday, October 10, 2008

A Packed Weekend with the Angel Boy-O

We picked up the angel boy-O from the airport this afternoon and off we went to "that place where they sell chicken in red buckets!" We'd made plans to see the Friday night outdoor picture show at a nearby community green, but as we made our way in that general direction, picnic grub smelling up the car, our salivary glands going bonkers, we all noticed the wind outside had really picked up... the Vegas desert dust was so thick in the air, we couldn't make out the Strip! Not surprising, the movie showing wound up canceled. But we had our picnic anyhow, sitting with our backs to the wind, giggling and hollering as stuff flew away, each of us taking a turn to run off after some lid or some random napkin, and the angel boy-O still had his chance to ride the merry-go-round, but not until after eating his entire dinner. We then toddled off to REI for some stuff and toodled 'round The District for a bit before heading home. The boy-O is now upstairs in his bathroom, singing and squawking away in the tub...

Tomorrow morning, the boy-O has a horseback riding lesson and then? Well, there's swimming at aunt Radeane n' Uncle Jim's place, followed by lunch and a late afternoon tennis match with me and the boy-O against his daddy-O. After that, the angel boy-O and I, we're either going to try again for the Saturday-night outdoor picture show OR we'll stay home together with a DVD, some popcorn and a paraffin wax treatment for our tootsies. [SOME BACKGROUND INFO: Occasionally, I'll heat up this home-paraffin treatment thingy I was given, and both me and my honey-man will do our feet and hands while sit on the couch watching some DVD from Netflix. We actually do this at least once every other month or more. Anyhow, sometime late last spring, or was it early summer? Anyhow, the boy-O saw the paraffin tub left out and asked what it was... and he was absolutely fascinated, and asked if and when we could do it, "please, please, please?" However, it was forgotten by us both and it never happened.] My honey-man has something he's gotta do for work tomorrow night, beginning at 8am, hence the movie options for me and the boy-O.

On Sunday, we'll be off to Red Rock for a morning hike with some friends possibly joining us. Thereafter, we'll be lazily enjoying the reminder of our time with the boy-O at home before he has to be taken back to the airport, flying out 'round 5pm.

After we had claimed the boy-O from the airport earlier, him sitting securely in the backseat of the car, as we drove out from the airport tunnel, entering the highway traffic, the boy-O spoke up slowly and sadly..."I've missed being here. When do I have to leave?" We then, quite enthusiastically, explained the weekend's plans... "I'm leaving on Sunday? That's not long enough." I couldn't look over to see what my honey-man's expression may have been, because I felt my chest tighten up and tears welling up in my eyes. The best response I could come up with was to agree with him, that yes, it wasn't ever long enough, but that we were soooo happy to have him with us and that we'll always take what we can get and be happy for that. And he agreed. I then looked over at my honey-man and saw the tears in his eyes.

When we got home, the angel boy-O immediately scanned through the rooms in our home, looking for 'new things.' We could hear him as he moved 'round the house announcing his discoveries. "This rug! This rug is totally new! When did you get this rug?!" And when he came down the stairs from scanning through his own bedroom, he wanted to be measured against the 'powder room' door frame. And as he realized the hungry kitties were circling the kitchen floor, each one darting out of his way, he questioned whether or not Otis and Owen remembered him at all, then trying to tell us they didn't, as they both would run from his approach. I reminded him that this was nothing new... The kitties only like him when he's either asleep or reading or vegged out in front of the TV. "Oh yeah..."

The boy-O and his dad are upstairs together right now, singing Christmas carols to each other... Just a moment ago, I got my kiss goodnight.

This Vegas visit is the boy-O's first since he left us at the end of July. Of course, it's not our first time seeing him since he returned to Burbank. We had camping in Los Padres National Park together over Labor Day and we went to see him in Burbank over the weekend of the 20th...averaging every 3 weeks like we're supposed to. Even still, having him here now, seeing him go through the motions and him having to re-familiarize himself with our home? It's encouraging to see him so perky and excited, going with the flow - - but it also hurts.

We miss him all the time.

Reach Out and Touch...

...my belly?

I can hardly believe it, but I had 3 different people reach out and touch my stomach just yesterday!?! I got a pat-pat from one, a rub from another and a firm hand held on me from the last! I'm BARELY showing, and I already have people feeling compelled to reach out and touch my belly?!?

What the hell's gunna happen when I actually look pregnant?

Thursday, October 09, 2008

Ever Heard of a Horny Buffalo?

No? Well listen to this one!




After watching this guy chase around this poor chica buffalo, the best was the hours afterward in which my honey-man made such a concerted, persistent, hysterical effort to recreate this guy's horny call, complete with tongue protruding all the way out, apparently essential to get just the right horny buffalo bellow.

My Auntie's Purty Flowers for Her Yellowstone Wedding

My auntie really likes the anemone, however, it's completely out of season right now, so we chose white and blue scabiosa as a substitute since the bloom well matches the large swirl-like centers of the flower design featured in the lace of her wedding dress, much like the anemone would have.

Surprisingly, it turns out I kinda failed to take any real pictures of the arrangements I'd made - - ?!? I uploaded my photos and discovered I only have a few shots and none of them were particularly thought out or well focused. For instance, I have zero close-ups of any of the personal flowers I'd made for either the groom or the parents of the bride and groom! Here's what I do have though, including a pic showing the bulk flowers we'd claimed them in Jackson Hole, stashed in the hatch trunk of our car after, to then be driven to Old Faithful with the AC blasting in order to keep the flowers cool and to prevent any wilting. It was pretty comical actually. It was 56 degrees outside and the inside of our car was cooler than that - - my honey-man wore his fleece with the collar up around his neck and ears and I had two sweaters on. Both our noseys were running, we were so cold in the car! We kept laughing about it the whole way to Old Faithful. It made the final stretch of our drive to Yellowstone particularly memorable.

Loosely arranged table vase bouquets made with fragrant white stock flower, both light and dark blue delphinium, both purple and white lisianthus, both blue and white scabiosa, white button mums and fragrant white spray roses. The water for the vases was slightly tinted a light periwinkle blue.
The bride's bouquet - made with white scabiosa as the feature flower with white spray roses as the core filler and white lisianthus and nummy-smelling freesia peeking out between the scabiosa blooms.
I chose jelly jars with tea lites as the candle holders in an effort to compliment the mason jars we used as the vases for the table flowers... This pic is meant to show how the jelly jars cast a charming candle light pattern on the table's surface.
The following close-ups are of the table flower vase arrangement we brought home from us. Although all the darker delphinium lost all its petals by Monday, the arrangement is still on our kitchen table, a week since it was put together and it's still lovely.