WE'RE BACK!
And in a big way, seeing as Babyguy is six weeks, four days old and counting! Time flies! I will be trying to catch up over the next couple of weeks here. I have a few ideas of things I'd like to do with this blog, some new features as well as quite a few posts to write. But for now, just know that we're healthy, we're happy, and most of all, we're back and better than ever!
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
sitting, waiting, wishing
Sitting, Waiting, Wishing by Jack Johnson
As much as I like Babyguy, I'm in that phase where I'm kind of "over" being pregnant. I still have my hand on my stomach pretty much constantly so that I can feel him move and kick around. I still think about him and almost only him all hours of the day. But as far as being pregnant, I'm tired of it. He'll be 31 weeks this Saturday. Which means he's almost out, but at the same time, 9 weeks is FOREVER. I just want him to be here and out so I can see him. Those of you who know me will know I am ridiculously impatient at best, and I cannot stand waiting. I hate waiting in line at the drive-thru. I've been cooking a baby for 30 WEEKS ALREADY.
Especially now that I've got all these fun new symptoms like sudden hot flashes, the return of that queasy going-to-throw-up feeling, feeling dizzy, and being tired all the time from my iron defiency, I am sort of ready for this to be over. I just want my baby out, in my arms, in his little outfits, sleeping the day away. I want my body back, I want to be able to reach my feet, I want to eat feta cheese, I want to turn over without feeling like someone kicked me in the pubic bone, I want to sleep on my stomach, I want people to stop asking me how I'm feeling. I'm being a brat, but I don't care right now. I'm hot, I'm tired, and I am uncomfortable.
I'm pregnant and I want what I want.
As much as I like Babyguy, I'm in that phase where I'm kind of "over" being pregnant. I still have my hand on my stomach pretty much constantly so that I can feel him move and kick around. I still think about him and almost only him all hours of the day. But as far as being pregnant, I'm tired of it. He'll be 31 weeks this Saturday. Which means he's almost out, but at the same time, 9 weeks is FOREVER. I just want him to be here and out so I can see him. Those of you who know me will know I am ridiculously impatient at best, and I cannot stand waiting. I hate waiting in line at the drive-thru. I've been cooking a baby for 30 WEEKS ALREADY.
Especially now that I've got all these fun new symptoms like sudden hot flashes, the return of that queasy going-to-throw-up feeling, feeling dizzy, and being tired all the time from my iron defiency, I am sort of ready for this to be over. I just want my baby out, in my arms, in his little outfits, sleeping the day away. I want my body back, I want to be able to reach my feet, I want to eat feta cheese, I want to turn over without feeling like someone kicked me in the pubic bone, I want to sleep on my stomach, I want people to stop asking me how I'm feeling. I'm being a brat, but I don't care right now. I'm hot, I'm tired, and I am uncomfortable.
I'm pregnant and I want what I want.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
a love that should've lasted years
For No One by The Beatles
I just had another cleaning freak-out. I don't think I've written about these before. I'm sure you've all heard about pregnant women having the urge to clean everything. "Nesting". What you have to understand is, I had these BEFORE I was ever pregnant. Way before. It is in my nature to freak out and start "connective cause cleaning" or CCC, for short. Let me give you an example. I wanted to wash some dishes. But I didn't want to put the clean dishes on the counter without disinfecting the counter first. So I had to clean all the counters in the kitchen. Our microwave is on the counter, and I noticed the inside of it could stand some attention. I was compelled to clean the microwave. After these things, I made some toast. For which I got the butter out of the refrigerator only to discover that SOMEONE (*cough, cough SPENCER*) had spilled some orange drink on the bottom shelf. He seriously drinks "Orange Drink". That's it's actual name, right there on the label.
I digress. Obviously, I had to wipe out the entire fridge now. After which I noticed there was now crumbies on the floor. I swept the linoleum kitchen floor, which connects right into the dining room. Where there was stuff on the carpet. But before I could vacuum the carpet, I had to take everything off the kitchen table to clean it. Cleaned table. Then I had to pull out the chairs and get them out of the way. We have chairs with those slats on the back? Yeah. In between the slats was dusty! I had to dust the entire chair. Then I could vacuum under the table, which lead to the hallway, which led to our room, which led to me having to clean out my closet. I made myself stop. I know this is probably suuuuuper boring and I am sorry for that but do you see the insanity?! It could go on forever. CCC is dangerous.
Oh! But the reason for the title of this post is that apparently Babyguy does not like vacuums. He started having a baby cyclone fit as soon as I turned it on. I've been sitting for a while now and he's still hyper active. I think he's mad at me for it. I was hoping he'd be one of those babies who'd be soothed by the sound. This seems to be a case against it. Maybe he'll react differently once he's out. I was counting on that working for a few years at least. This baby is very contrary.
I just had another cleaning freak-out. I don't think I've written about these before. I'm sure you've all heard about pregnant women having the urge to clean everything. "Nesting". What you have to understand is, I had these BEFORE I was ever pregnant. Way before. It is in my nature to freak out and start "connective cause cleaning" or CCC, for short. Let me give you an example. I wanted to wash some dishes. But I didn't want to put the clean dishes on the counter without disinfecting the counter first. So I had to clean all the counters in the kitchen. Our microwave is on the counter, and I noticed the inside of it could stand some attention. I was compelled to clean the microwave. After these things, I made some toast. For which I got the butter out of the refrigerator only to discover that SOMEONE (*cough, cough SPENCER*) had spilled some orange drink on the bottom shelf. He seriously drinks "Orange Drink". That's it's actual name, right there on the label.
I digress. Obviously, I had to wipe out the entire fridge now. After which I noticed there was now crumbies on the floor. I swept the linoleum kitchen floor, which connects right into the dining room. Where there was stuff on the carpet. But before I could vacuum the carpet, I had to take everything off the kitchen table to clean it. Cleaned table. Then I had to pull out the chairs and get them out of the way. We have chairs with those slats on the back? Yeah. In between the slats was dusty! I had to dust the entire chair. Then I could vacuum under the table, which lead to the hallway, which led to our room, which led to me having to clean out my closet. I made myself stop. I know this is probably suuuuuper boring and I am sorry for that but do you see the insanity?! It could go on forever. CCC is dangerous.
Oh! But the reason for the title of this post is that apparently Babyguy does not like vacuums. He started having a baby cyclone fit as soon as I turned it on. I've been sitting for a while now and he's still hyper active. I think he's mad at me for it. I was hoping he'd be one of those babies who'd be soothed by the sound. This seems to be a case against it. Maybe he'll react differently once he's out. I was counting on that working for a few years at least. This baby is very contrary.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Sunday Slowdown
Saturday, April 30, 2011
why we lie awake
This Is Why We Fight by The Decemberists
This week has been super crazy busy hyper time, so I apologize for the significant lack of Babypack on the Interwebs recently. I had a job interview on Monday, after which the Babysir drove us to Grand Rapids to see my favorite band, The Decemberists! It was an amazing, amazing show at Calvin College. The band was wonderful. They sounded almost better live than on their albums, which is rare nowadays. This was the first time I've ever gotten to go see them. The last time I had the chance, I was stuck at work. Booo. I know. The way the stage and everything was set up, our seats on the floor level, very last back row, standing up on folding chairs, was probably the best view in the place. Lucky us :).
Naturally, the Babypack had to take a few sitting breaks during the slower songs to rest our feet. But it was worth it! There were a few songs that little guy seemed to be dancing to in there. I know he likes music, I just didn't know he had such good tastes...haha. We have some of the same favorite songs already! I got a few nosy looks from some of the women in the audience occasionally. "What are you doing here oh my god, you're pregnant, you should be at home knitting baby caps" looks. There was one woman a row ahead of us who kept looking at me pointedly. After the fourth time, I stared right back at her and made a "can I help you?" face. She stopped after that. There was a woman walking around in there with her actual little baby girl. At least Babyguy's tiny ears are protected in there. Trust me, I looked up harmful decibel limits and all that. Because I'm paranoid. I know.
Anyway, it was awesome, and I didn't fall for them pretending that their set was finished like a bunch of people did, and as a result, we saw them perform three or four more songs than a large group of people did. I hate it when people leave during what they think is the last song just to get to their car and out of the parking lot quicker. Why did you even come if the twenty minutes getting out is just going to kill you? I don't understand. But I digress. Babysir grabbed two posters for us to take home. We're both kind of obnoxiously into music. After I had a little rest during which Babysir took my shoes off and massaged my feet in the lobby in front of everyone, (ain't he sweet, folks?) we went out to the parking lot to meet up with one of my friends from high school. It was from across the parking lot that I saw a guy in glasses who looked suspiciously like Colin Meloy.
Yeah, Colin Meloy who I am semi in love with, lead singer of The Decemberists Colin Meloy. He was just hanging out in front of the tour bus chatting with people in the parking lot. We grabbed our posters and got in the short line of people who realized what was going on to meet him. I told him it was Babyguy's first concert. His eyes lit up and he laughed and asked if little guy liked any of the songs. I told him that he did indeed, and he signed one of the posters for his nursery! And I had to get a picture with him, obviously, even though I hate having my picture taken. All in all, Babyguy's first concert was an incredible experience!
This week has been super crazy busy hyper time, so I apologize for the significant lack of Babypack on the Interwebs recently. I had a job interview on Monday, after which the Babysir drove us to Grand Rapids to see my favorite band, The Decemberists! It was an amazing, amazing show at Calvin College. The band was wonderful. They sounded almost better live than on their albums, which is rare nowadays. This was the first time I've ever gotten to go see them. The last time I had the chance, I was stuck at work. Booo. I know. The way the stage and everything was set up, our seats on the floor level, very last back row, standing up on folding chairs, was probably the best view in the place. Lucky us :).
Naturally, the Babypack had to take a few sitting breaks during the slower songs to rest our feet. But it was worth it! There were a few songs that little guy seemed to be dancing to in there. I know he likes music, I just didn't know he had such good tastes...haha. We have some of the same favorite songs already! I got a few nosy looks from some of the women in the audience occasionally. "What are you doing here oh my god, you're pregnant, you should be at home knitting baby caps" looks. There was one woman a row ahead of us who kept looking at me pointedly. After the fourth time, I stared right back at her and made a "can I help you?" face. She stopped after that. There was a woman walking around in there with her actual little baby girl. At least Babyguy's tiny ears are protected in there. Trust me, I looked up harmful decibel limits and all that. Because I'm paranoid. I know.
Anyway, it was awesome, and I didn't fall for them pretending that their set was finished like a bunch of people did, and as a result, we saw them perform three or four more songs than a large group of people did. I hate it when people leave during what they think is the last song just to get to their car and out of the parking lot quicker. Why did you even come if the twenty minutes getting out is just going to kill you? I don't understand. But I digress. Babysir grabbed two posters for us to take home. We're both kind of obnoxiously into music. After I had a little rest during which Babysir took my shoes off and massaged my feet in the lobby in front of everyone, (ain't he sweet, folks?) we went out to the parking lot to meet up with one of my friends from high school. It was from across the parking lot that I saw a guy in glasses who looked suspiciously like Colin Meloy.
Yeah, Colin Meloy who I am semi in love with, lead singer of The Decemberists Colin Meloy. He was just hanging out in front of the tour bus chatting with people in the parking lot. We grabbed our posters and got in the short line of people who realized what was going on to meet him. I told him it was Babyguy's first concert. His eyes lit up and he laughed and asked if little guy liked any of the songs. I told him that he did indeed, and he signed one of the posters for his nursery! And I had to get a picture with him, obviously, even though I hate having my picture taken. All in all, Babyguy's first concert was an incredible experience!
Friday, April 29, 2011
Dear Babyguy
I can't wait for you to come out so we can meet you! It's so hard knowing you're in there and feeling you move, but not being able to see you or hold you. Plus, I hate waiting for anything. I think it's worse for Daddy because he doesn't get to feel you like I do. He feels your kicks through my stomach, he holds you and kisses you, and talks to you everyday. But he doesn't get to feel your little legs stretching, or your hiccuping. You've had the hiccups twice that I've been able to tell. It feels pretty funny for me, it kind of tickles me.
We know you have a lot of growing to do in there before you'll be ready to come out. You only weigh about two pounds right now! When we found out about you, you were as big as one of those little sprinkles.
Now you're as big a a Chinese cabbage, apparently. I didn't know what that was either. So here's a handy visual aid:
You're doing a good job in there, Babyguy. You're already the best baby in the whole world. I love you.
We know you have a lot of growing to do in there before you'll be ready to come out. You only weigh about two pounds right now! When we found out about you, you were as big as one of those little sprinkles.
Now you're as big a a Chinese cabbage, apparently. I didn't know what that was either. So here's a handy visual aid:
You're doing a good job in there, Babyguy. You're already the best baby in the whole world. I love you.
Love,
Mommy
Friday, April 22, 2011
Hold on just a second don't tell me this one. you know I know this one, I know this song
Anonanimal by Andrew Bird
If there's one thing I love more than random facts, it's random facts accompanied by cartoons.These are from learnsomethingeveryday.co.uk. I think the first one is by farrrr the weirdest. Don't take my word for it; go learn something!
If there's one thing I love more than random facts, it's random facts accompanied by cartoons.These are from learnsomethingeveryday.co.uk. I think the first one is by farrrr the weirdest. Don't take my word for it; go learn something!
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