Hi Baby...
For 36 weeks, I have been writing letters to you, an obscure little life-form that's hardly seemed real at all. I started writing when you were the size of an apple seed, attempting to wrap my mind around the miracle that was beginning to form inside of me. I've wrote to you in the middle of a hospital waiting room, during the middle of a flash flood, and on the couch at 3:00 in the morning. These letters have helped me sort through the incredibly complex nature of pregnancy, and have made me feel all the more closer to you.
And now, just four weeks shy of welcoming you into our lives forever, I'm feeling a little emotional that I'm almost finished writing these letters. What a bonding experience this has been for me. Every milestone, every appointment, and especially every kick has brought me closer to you. I am so thankful for you, so blessed that you are mine. You've taught me so much already...about letting go of the daily stresses of life and focusing on the simple things that bring us joy...about the grace of God and his blessings...and about the capacity of love I never knew was possible. It's amazing what I've learned from that sweet little chubby face on the ultrasound picture...I only hope I can teach you as much as you have taught me.
Today was our 36 week appointment. From now on, appointments start to get a lot more exciting. We start to see if I'm dialated, if you've made your way down the chute, and just how big you are going to be.
Although I've gained weight yet again, you measured small. Two weeks small. To be honest, I have trouble believing this since I feel like my tummy is the size of a blimp. And, since you are occupying most of that space, I guess I'm assuming you are going to be a baby buddha. But, once again, I don't have a whole lot to compare this too, so I trust my doctor and anxiously await another ultrasound next week. I love ultrasounds...they're a little window into your life, a peek of you contently waiting for your debut.
You were adorable once again...it may be true for every expectant mommy, but I always take little pieces, little memories away with me after every appointment. Today, you had the hiccups while the nurse tried to monitor your heartbeat. They were fast, strong, and loud, as usual, and distracted the nurse from calculating your heart. She managed to get it though and it was the lowest it's been so far...134. Your slower heart rate must not have much to do with your activity levels...you've been kicking harder and stronger than ever.
I've talked more about labor this week than ever before. I'm ready. I can hardly wait to hold you in my arms, to experience childbirth with your dad at my side, and to celebrate your arrival with our family and friends. I don't know when you are going to make your exit, but I trust that it will be when you are ready. I can't wait to see your smushed little face next week, to watch you move your little fingers, and get a better sense of just how big you are. Lots to look forward to you know. Lots to love.
I love you...
Mom
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
You know you are 36 weeks pregnant when...
...you can't remember how many times you have thought about being induced early. Then again, you can't remember a lot of things.
...a warm, relaxing, candlelit bath turns into an aerobic workout. You actually question whether your lower legs really need to be shaved or not.
...a student walks by you in the hallway and says, "Oh, Mrs. J, I feel sorry for you."
...your idea of a 'late night snack' involves vinegar popcorn, a root beer, and a Colorado peach.
...your idea of a successful Labor Day involved cleaning the junk drawer, polishing glass cabinets, dusting under the bed, and reorganizing the baby's dresser (for the third time).
...you can't make a decision to save your life. You spend hours trying to decide what the baby should wear home from the hospital.
...you prefer wearing your husband's clothes instead of your own.
...as you glance into a full length mirror, you actually question whether it might be hung incorrectly. I swear I can't be that big...
...you push yourself to do another ten minutes on the treadmill because you've heard that helps 'move things along.'
...every flinch, cramp, or ache makes you wonder if your water is about to break.
...you touch your belly every single time you feel a kick, or nudge, or hiccup, just to embrace and hang on to the fact that any day now, you won't get to feel that.
We are getting closer! Closer to having this baby, finding out what this whole labor and delivery thing is all about, and starting this new journey of PARENTHOOD. Last night, as Beau calmly laid in bed and watched ESPN, I tossed, turned, and stewed about all that needed to be done before D-day. Now I know this list may be relative depending who you talk to; however, I believe it is doable and exciting as it makes the countdown closer and more legit.
1. One more Sam's Club run. Beau and I love Sam's Club and we always leave patting ourselves on the back for all the 'great deals' we scored. Sure we may only save a few bucks here and there; however, we like the feeling of 'stocking up,' and I like the cardboard boxes the products come in.
-What's on the Sam's Club list? Paper plates, paper towels, toilet paper, laundry detergent, frozen pizzas, juice boxes, and munchies for the hospital. Oh, and maybe one of those huge container of cheese balls ;)
2. The Last Supper(s). I know that with pregnancy comes a lot of uncertainties; however, after this baby is born, one thing will be sure...I will not look at eating the same. Because of this, I told Beau it is important that we have a couple of binges at my favorite local restaurants...as in a half dozen rolls at Texas Roadhouse, a half pound of chips and queso at Carlos, and maybe a banana split at Dairy Queen. Did I cover all the food groups in that list?
3. One last pedicure. One, for the relaxation; two, for the pressure points (legend has it, this has been known to onset labor).
4. The nest is almost complete; however, there are few things that HAVE to be done before we strap Baby J in that carseat for the first time. Kitchen windows, utensil drawer, fridge, freezer, etc.
5. Batteries are needed to operate all of his toys...his vibrating chair, his swing, his sound machine, etc. I will need to wait to get paid until we do this, as the 'batteries required' are the equivalent of that used to operate the Titanic.
6. As of right now, Baby J owns about 10 diapers, thanks to a friend, Judy and her son, Jacob, whose bottom grew a little too fast. Yes, we're planning to stock up before D-day...a Target run is in our future!
7. One of these Saturdays, Beau and I are going to turn our kitchen into a casserole factory. I won't stop until the deep freeze is full!
8. Decide on a name!
9. Pack my hospital bag and decide what the little man will wear for his first adventure in the real world! I have the essentials... comfy pajamas, extra contacts, and Bananagrams (thanks Staci!).
10. A date night with the hubbs. A romantic dinner, a movie, and some special alone time before we begin to share our life with a little. And no, this date will not involve Sam's Club!
Well, that's what I can think of for now. Since I'm a novice in this department, and I know there are a lot of experienced, wonderful mommies out there reading this blog, please let me know what I'm forgetting! What are those little things you remember wishing you had done before your little joined your world? What are those things you remember being glad you did before your little joined your world? Humor a new mom and I'll be much appreciated!
...a warm, relaxing, candlelit bath turns into an aerobic workout. You actually question whether your lower legs really need to be shaved or not.
...a student walks by you in the hallway and says, "Oh, Mrs. J, I feel sorry for you."
...your idea of a 'late night snack' involves vinegar popcorn, a root beer, and a Colorado peach.
...your idea of a successful Labor Day involved cleaning the junk drawer, polishing glass cabinets, dusting under the bed, and reorganizing the baby's dresser (for the third time).
...you can't make a decision to save your life. You spend hours trying to decide what the baby should wear home from the hospital.
...you prefer wearing your husband's clothes instead of your own.
...as you glance into a full length mirror, you actually question whether it might be hung incorrectly. I swear I can't be that big...
...you push yourself to do another ten minutes on the treadmill because you've heard that helps 'move things along.'
...every flinch, cramp, or ache makes you wonder if your water is about to break.
...you touch your belly every single time you feel a kick, or nudge, or hiccup, just to embrace and hang on to the fact that any day now, you won't get to feel that.
We are getting closer! Closer to having this baby, finding out what this whole labor and delivery thing is all about, and starting this new journey of PARENTHOOD. Last night, as Beau calmly laid in bed and watched ESPN, I tossed, turned, and stewed about all that needed to be done before D-day. Now I know this list may be relative depending who you talk to; however, I believe it is doable and exciting as it makes the countdown closer and more legit.
1. One more Sam's Club run. Beau and I love Sam's Club and we always leave patting ourselves on the back for all the 'great deals' we scored. Sure we may only save a few bucks here and there; however, we like the feeling of 'stocking up,' and I like the cardboard boxes the products come in.
-What's on the Sam's Club list? Paper plates, paper towels, toilet paper, laundry detergent, frozen pizzas, juice boxes, and munchies for the hospital. Oh, and maybe one of those huge container of cheese balls ;)
2. The Last Supper(s). I know that with pregnancy comes a lot of uncertainties; however, after this baby is born, one thing will be sure...I will not look at eating the same. Because of this, I told Beau it is important that we have a couple of binges at my favorite local restaurants...as in a half dozen rolls at Texas Roadhouse, a half pound of chips and queso at Carlos, and maybe a banana split at Dairy Queen. Did I cover all the food groups in that list?
3. One last pedicure. One, for the relaxation; two, for the pressure points (legend has it, this has been known to onset labor).
4. The nest is almost complete; however, there are few things that HAVE to be done before we strap Baby J in that carseat for the first time. Kitchen windows, utensil drawer, fridge, freezer, etc.
5. Batteries are needed to operate all of his toys...his vibrating chair, his swing, his sound machine, etc. I will need to wait to get paid until we do this, as the 'batteries required' are the equivalent of that used to operate the Titanic.
6. As of right now, Baby J owns about 10 diapers, thanks to a friend, Judy and her son, Jacob, whose bottom grew a little too fast. Yes, we're planning to stock up before D-day...a Target run is in our future!
7. One of these Saturdays, Beau and I are going to turn our kitchen into a casserole factory. I won't stop until the deep freeze is full!
8. Decide on a name!
9. Pack my hospital bag and decide what the little man will wear for his first adventure in the real world! I have the essentials... comfy pajamas, extra contacts, and Bananagrams (thanks Staci!).
10. A date night with the hubbs. A romantic dinner, a movie, and some special alone time before we begin to share our life with a little. And no, this date will not involve Sam's Club!
Well, that's what I can think of for now. Since I'm a novice in this department, and I know there are a lot of experienced, wonderful mommies out there reading this blog, please let me know what I'm forgetting! What are those little things you remember wishing you had done before your little joined your world? What are those things you remember being glad you did before your little joined your world? Humor a new mom and I'll be much appreciated!
Saturday, September 4, 2010
My Autumn Fix
It's here. The crispiness of a welcomed cold front after a perfect late summer rain. The small of a pumpkin spice candle illuminating from a sparkly clean countertop. Zucchini bread baking at 325. Little twinkling lights in between gold, burnt orange, and olive green garland. A slow cooker full of tortellini, marinara, and Italian sausage.
Fall found its way into my house last night. I love how a simple lit candle motivates me to clean the kitchen, fill the crockpot, and bake bread. I love how a 65 degree high in September moves everyone to break in their blue jeans and sweaters, but a 65 degree high in April is matched with shorts, tank tops, and flip flops. It's one of the reasons I relish in Iowa's four seasons. We never quite have a chance to take a season for granted. It makes the first bike ride of spring, the first ear of sweet corn of summer, the first football game of fall, and the first cozy movie night of winter better...
and better...
and better...
I know I always say this, but fall is my favorite season. I think I like it for its simplicity. Summer is busy, Christmas is expensive, and spring is too short, but fall is just right.
Fall is an oven-baked pot roast, complete with carrots, potatoes, and a glass of Chardonnay.
Fall is a pan of homemade, melt-in-your-mouth, chocolate chip cookies, fresh out of the oven on a Saturday afternoon, with the sounds of the Iowa Hawkeyes filling the space in the background.
Fall is the crunch crunch crunch of leaves under shoes.
The warmth of a cinnamon spiced cappuchino from Kwik Star.
The first roaring fire,
and the look of three pumpkins placed perfectly on the front porch.
And with every new season, comes a wish list. Mine is a little lengthy this year...
1. Make every recipe from the William Sonoma Comfort Food Classic Cookbook…and make my dishes look as good as the pictures in the book!
2. Plant some mums in place of my dead summer flowers
3. Begin a love affair with The Pioneer Woman. I have a feeling we could be great friends.
4. Eat lots of Honeycrisp Apples. In breads, and cakes, and pies, with peanut butter, and caramel…
5. Find a super cool Halloween costume for our new little pumpkin
6. Make banana bars with cream cheese frosting that runs picture perfect off the edges
7. Sit on the deck on a Sunday morning with a newspaper and a mug of cider
8. Snoop around in some gift shops
9. Hibernate under tents of blankets and sheets, chairs and chip clips
10. Build a fire and snuggle
11. Pumpkin bread
12. Have breakfast for dinner
13. Carpet picnic and movie date night
14. Road trip to Northeast Iowa with Baby J in tow. Cozy blankets, a stroller ride, leaves, wine, and apples!
15. Keep crocheting
16. Marshmallow popcorn and True Blood...it's morbid how much I love this show
17. Hooded sweatshirts, a mittened hand clenching a Styrofoam cup of cocoa, and a chilly football game
18. Bake an apple crisp…or two.
19. Clean out my junk drawer
20. Wild rice soup. Chicken tortilla soup. Beau’s chili.
21. Make s’mores by the fire…outdoor or indoor
22. A new pair of pajamas and a new pair of mukluks
23. Fresh flannel sheets
24. Go to a pumpkin patch…for real.
25. Decorate with hay bales…real hay bales
26. A-corn squash with so much brown sugar and butter
27. Dinner in a pumpkin
28. Drink lots of pumpkin spice cappuccinos
29. Take Baby J trick-or-treating (and eat all of his candy corn)
30. Eat Pepsi roast…all the time
31. Lay around in pajamas and snuggle with our little one all day
32. Spend an afternoon at Heartland Farms
33. A dinner-and-movie theater date night, pre-Baby J, complete with buttery popcorn and lots of candy stuffed in my purse.
34. Make caramel apples for the first time
35. Game night! Potluck style.
36. Hold my baby. Rock my baby. Pat his footed-sleepered little butt as he snuggles in close. Bundle him up with pretty blue blankets and take a walk around the neighborhood.
Tonight, we devoured a crockpot of Beau's famous, Hall of Fame Chili and finished the third season of True Blood. Check and check!
Fall found its way into my house last night. I love how a simple lit candle motivates me to clean the kitchen, fill the crockpot, and bake bread. I love how a 65 degree high in September moves everyone to break in their blue jeans and sweaters, but a 65 degree high in April is matched with shorts, tank tops, and flip flops. It's one of the reasons I relish in Iowa's four seasons. We never quite have a chance to take a season for granted. It makes the first bike ride of spring, the first ear of sweet corn of summer, the first football game of fall, and the first cozy movie night of winter better...
and better...
and better...
I know I always say this, but fall is my favorite season. I think I like it for its simplicity. Summer is busy, Christmas is expensive, and spring is too short, but fall is just right.
Fall is an oven-baked pot roast, complete with carrots, potatoes, and a glass of Chardonnay.
Fall is a pan of homemade, melt-in-your-mouth, chocolate chip cookies, fresh out of the oven on a Saturday afternoon, with the sounds of the Iowa Hawkeyes filling the space in the background.
Fall is the crunch crunch crunch of leaves under shoes.
The warmth of a cinnamon spiced cappuchino from Kwik Star.
The first roaring fire,
and the look of three pumpkins placed perfectly on the front porch.
And with every new season, comes a wish list. Mine is a little lengthy this year...
1. Make every recipe from the William Sonoma Comfort Food Classic Cookbook…and make my dishes look as good as the pictures in the book!
2. Plant some mums in place of my dead summer flowers
3. Begin a love affair with The Pioneer Woman. I have a feeling we could be great friends.
4. Eat lots of Honeycrisp Apples. In breads, and cakes, and pies, with peanut butter, and caramel…
5. Find a super cool Halloween costume for our new little pumpkin
6. Make banana bars with cream cheese frosting that runs picture perfect off the edges
7. Sit on the deck on a Sunday morning with a newspaper and a mug of cider
8. Snoop around in some gift shops
9. Hibernate under tents of blankets and sheets, chairs and chip clips
10. Build a fire and snuggle
11. Pumpkin bread
12. Have breakfast for dinner
13. Carpet picnic and movie date night
14. Road trip to Northeast Iowa with Baby J in tow. Cozy blankets, a stroller ride, leaves, wine, and apples!
15. Keep crocheting
16. Marshmallow popcorn and True Blood...it's morbid how much I love this show
17. Hooded sweatshirts, a mittened hand clenching a Styrofoam cup of cocoa, and a chilly football game
18. Bake an apple crisp…or two.
19. Clean out my junk drawer
20. Wild rice soup. Chicken tortilla soup. Beau’s chili.
21. Make s’mores by the fire…outdoor or indoor
22. A new pair of pajamas and a new pair of mukluks
23. Fresh flannel sheets
24. Go to a pumpkin patch…for real.
25. Decorate with hay bales…real hay bales
26. A-corn squash with so much brown sugar and butter
27. Dinner in a pumpkin
28. Drink lots of pumpkin spice cappuccinos
29. Take Baby J trick-or-treating (and eat all of his candy corn)
30. Eat Pepsi roast…all the time
31. Lay around in pajamas and snuggle with our little one all day
32. Spend an afternoon at Heartland Farms
33. A dinner-and-movie theater date night, pre-Baby J, complete with buttery popcorn and lots of candy stuffed in my purse.
34. Make caramel apples for the first time
35. Game night! Potluck style.
36. Hold my baby. Rock my baby. Pat his footed-sleepered little butt as he snuggles in close. Bundle him up with pretty blue blankets and take a walk around the neighborhood.
Tonight, we devoured a crockpot of Beau's famous, Hall of Fame Chili and finished the third season of True Blood. Check and check!
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Hi Baby J...
Baby J...
Well...here we are. We've made it to 36 weeks...officially nine months pregnant. This is a big deal. I used to be under the impression that women had their babies when they hit nine months...little did I know this meant a full nine months. Although I can officially say I'm ready to get on with the show, I know that you are probably a little small yet and it would be a smart move for you to sit tight and bake a couple more weeks. So, in the meantime, I will continue waddling my way through school, through my closet, and through this life until it's time.
Speaking of waddling, today was interesting. This morning, I just felt weird. I could literally feel you tighten your muscles, causing my stomach to turn as hard as a 2x4. And for some reason, I felt like I needed to support you, as if you were dropping and trying to escape. I held onto my plump belly as if you were a sack of groceries in a bag about to burst open from the bottom. I don't think you dropped because your little bum is still sitting nicely at the peak of my lopsided bump; however, it felt like you were dropping. I'm sure it's a little wishful thinking, but who am I to know. I've never done this before...
You were also moving something fierce today. Strong movements at the top of my belly and the lower left side. You just seemed uncomfortable, which made me uncomfortable, which made for an uncomfortable morning. I'm thinking you were either looking for the closest escape route, or you grew an entire half pound in one morning.
It's been a long week, but tomorrow is Friday, and this weekend is a three-day one instead of two. I'm planning to embrace this three-day weekend by planting some mums, lying in the hammock, eating some picnic food.
You're getting closer, Baby J, I can feel it. I'm not sure if 'closer' means a week or four weeks, but I can feel myself getting physically, mentally, and emotionally ready. Keep that in mind, okay?
Well...here we are. We've made it to 36 weeks...officially nine months pregnant. This is a big deal. I used to be under the impression that women had their babies when they hit nine months...little did I know this meant a full nine months. Although I can officially say I'm ready to get on with the show, I know that you are probably a little small yet and it would be a smart move for you to sit tight and bake a couple more weeks. So, in the meantime, I will continue waddling my way through school, through my closet, and through this life until it's time.
Speaking of waddling, today was interesting. This morning, I just felt weird. I could literally feel you tighten your muscles, causing my stomach to turn as hard as a 2x4. And for some reason, I felt like I needed to support you, as if you were dropping and trying to escape. I held onto my plump belly as if you were a sack of groceries in a bag about to burst open from the bottom. I don't think you dropped because your little bum is still sitting nicely at the peak of my lopsided bump; however, it felt like you were dropping. I'm sure it's a little wishful thinking, but who am I to know. I've never done this before...
You were also moving something fierce today. Strong movements at the top of my belly and the lower left side. You just seemed uncomfortable, which made me uncomfortable, which made for an uncomfortable morning. I'm thinking you were either looking for the closest escape route, or you grew an entire half pound in one morning.
It's been a long week, but tomorrow is Friday, and this weekend is a three-day one instead of two. I'm planning to embrace this three-day weekend by planting some mums, lying in the hammock, eating some picnic food.
You're getting closer, Baby J, I can feel it. I'm not sure if 'closer' means a week or four weeks, but I can feel myself getting physically, mentally, and emotionally ready. Keep that in mind, okay?
NINE MONTHS
How far along? 36 Weeks
Total Weight Gain? Who’s counting?!?!
Maternity Clothes? I’m struggling. I hate dressing for work. Nothing is cool enough, nothing is comfortable enough, and nothing is dressy enough. If I avoid the mirror, I feel like less of a blimp.
Sleep? No complaints. Now that school has started, I’m exhausted at night!
Symptoms? Lots of new symptoms this week. My belly itches like crazy, I’ve been having lots of (what I think are) Braxton Hicks contractions, gas pains, and some lower back pain. This morning, I felt really funny and wondered if I was going into labor. I have a feeling I’m going to feel like that every time I experience something a little different. It’s crazy because I have no clue what labor feels like. Although I am getting close, there could realistically be five weeks left of this kind of wondering…it could be a long month!
On top of all the late pregnancy symptoms, I am dealing with a sore throat, stuffy nose, and extremely hot classroom. I’ve never been so excited to see a high temperature of 69 degrees tomorrow! I’m more ready for fall weather than I’ve ever been before!
Cravings? McDonalds milkshakes. I’ve had two this week. The later I get into this pregnancy, the less I care about calories, cholesterol, and fat.
Best Moment This Week? My palm tree!
Least Favorite Moment This Week? Well, Tuesday night was anything but glorious. I wallowed in my own pregnancy pity party. Wednesday, however, was a better, brighter day, and I was ready to conquer pregnancy head on!
What I Look Forward To? This cold going away…
Milestones? Braxton Hicks contractions make me feel a little closer to the real deal. Is it weird that I’m a little excited to see what labor is all about?!?!
Total Weight Gain? Who’s counting?!?!
Maternity Clothes? I’m struggling. I hate dressing for work. Nothing is cool enough, nothing is comfortable enough, and nothing is dressy enough. If I avoid the mirror, I feel like less of a blimp.
Sleep? No complaints. Now that school has started, I’m exhausted at night!
Symptoms? Lots of new symptoms this week. My belly itches like crazy, I’ve been having lots of (what I think are) Braxton Hicks contractions, gas pains, and some lower back pain. This morning, I felt really funny and wondered if I was going into labor. I have a feeling I’m going to feel like that every time I experience something a little different. It’s crazy because I have no clue what labor feels like. Although I am getting close, there could realistically be five weeks left of this kind of wondering…it could be a long month!
On top of all the late pregnancy symptoms, I am dealing with a sore throat, stuffy nose, and extremely hot classroom. I’ve never been so excited to see a high temperature of 69 degrees tomorrow! I’m more ready for fall weather than I’ve ever been before!
Cravings? McDonalds milkshakes. I’ve had two this week. The later I get into this pregnancy, the less I care about calories, cholesterol, and fat.
Best Moment This Week? My palm tree!
Least Favorite Moment This Week? Well, Tuesday night was anything but glorious. I wallowed in my own pregnancy pity party. Wednesday, however, was a better, brighter day, and I was ready to conquer pregnancy head on!
What I Look Forward To? This cold going away…
Milestones? Braxton Hicks contractions make me feel a little closer to the real deal. Is it weird that I’m a little excited to see what labor is all about?!?!
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Palm Trees and Pina Coladas (I wish)...
Tonight, I feel like poo. My belly is huge, my throat hurts, I am experiencing some not-so-great late pregnancy symptoms, and for some reason, my paycheck failed to get deposited in my bank account. Lovely. Baby J has been treating me to some crazy like jabs tonight too, as if to say...
LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!
Tonight, we're both ready for that to happen.
So what do I do on nights like this? Nights when I spend 20 minutes laying at the top of the stairs talking to my mom on the phone in the dark? Nights when I soak in a tub that isn't deep enough to cover the peak of my mountainous belly, which sticks out like Mount Everest amidst the soapy terrain surrounding it? Nights when my idea of relief is a trip through the McDonalds drive-thru, a fish sandwich, and a vanilla shake?
I go and sit in Baby J's room, my little escape. An escape that now sports a new decoration we are quite proud of.
I wanted a palm tree on the wall of the nursery since I first chose the Santa Barbara bedding. The little surf shack didn't quite seem complete without a little tropical foilage. How was I going to accomplish this feat? Well, that was another story...
I may have won 1st place at Allison-Bristow's annual art show three consecutive years in elementary school; however, much has failed to be retained in the sketching, coloring, and shading world. Although I couldn't fathom spending $120 on the cute Pottery Barn wall decal, I also couldn't fathom spending hours attempting to draw and paint a life-size tree, only to paint over it in failed disgust. That sounded like way too much work and frustration for my final month of pregnancy.
Did I know my husband, aka, The Beau-Of-Many-Trades, was an esteemed drawer? Did I know he successfully took Drawing I and II in high school? Did I know he had enough patience to draw a palm tree while his pregnant wife sat behind him and critiqued every line? Once again, he never ceases to amaze me.
He drew the most fabulous palm tree. Then, with Grandma Kelly's help on Sunday, we brough it to life with four $0.67 tubes of paint from Hobby Lobby. It reminds me of the palm tree from Chicka Chicka Boom Boom. I love it.
He even drew coconuts. I love the coconuts.
And I love Baby J. Even when he stretches every little limb at the same time, reaching four very distinct, uncomfortable parts of my body. Because I know soon enough, I will dreadfully miss feeling him move his little body inside of mine.
Happy Fall. Happy palm tree. Happy 36th week of pregnancy.
LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!
Tonight, we're both ready for that to happen.
So what do I do on nights like this? Nights when I spend 20 minutes laying at the top of the stairs talking to my mom on the phone in the dark? Nights when I soak in a tub that isn't deep enough to cover the peak of my mountainous belly, which sticks out like Mount Everest amidst the soapy terrain surrounding it? Nights when my idea of relief is a trip through the McDonalds drive-thru, a fish sandwich, and a vanilla shake?
I go and sit in Baby J's room, my little escape. An escape that now sports a new decoration we are quite proud of.
I wanted a palm tree on the wall of the nursery since I first chose the Santa Barbara bedding. The little surf shack didn't quite seem complete without a little tropical foilage. How was I going to accomplish this feat? Well, that was another story...
I may have won 1st place at Allison-Bristow's annual art show three consecutive years in elementary school; however, much has failed to be retained in the sketching, coloring, and shading world. Although I couldn't fathom spending $120 on the cute Pottery Barn wall decal, I also couldn't fathom spending hours attempting to draw and paint a life-size tree, only to paint over it in failed disgust. That sounded like way too much work and frustration for my final month of pregnancy.
Did I know my husband, aka, The Beau-Of-Many-Trades, was an esteemed drawer? Did I know he successfully took Drawing I and II in high school? Did I know he had enough patience to draw a palm tree while his pregnant wife sat behind him and critiqued every line? Once again, he never ceases to amaze me.
He even drew coconuts. I love the coconuts.
And I love Baby J. Even when he stretches every little limb at the same time, reaching four very distinct, uncomfortable parts of my body. Because I know soon enough, I will dreadfully miss feeling him move his little body inside of mine.
Happy Fall. Happy palm tree. Happy 36th week of pregnancy.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Dearest Express...
“I will never be the mom who stops shopping for herself after she has kids.”
This was a line I often used on my own mom as we shopped together, pre-pregnancy. As I spoke these words through the walls of the dressing room at Express, I never dreamed I would think differently. Shopping has been a hobby (some would say an obsession) of mine since junior high. I love clothes. I watch TV to analyze the latest trends and wardrobe decisions of the rich and famous. I shop to relieve stress, to reward myself, and to counteract boredom. I spend weeks looking forward to a shopping adventure at Jordan Creek and have now embraced the beauty of the online shopping world.
Express has always been my shopping haven (heaven?). I usually have a difficult time finding things I don’t like, which makes shopping there a blessing (in my eyes), and an absolute curse (in my husband’s). Whether I’m looking for something new to wear to work, to a wedding, or to lounge around the house, it’s almost a sure fire bet that I can hit the jackpot at Express.
I hadn’t really stopped to think about how much I’ve changed since becoming pregnant, well, besides the bodily changes of weight gain, swollen feet, and the never-ending back ache. Yesterday, however, I had a reality check. On my way out the door yesterday morning, I grabbed a couple of bills and noticed an Express coupon that was sent to me for my birthday. Although my birthday was just a few weeks ago, I remember receiving the $20 gift card mid-summer. A year ago, a coupon of this nature would have lasted approximately a week before it started burning a hole in my purse pocket. Receiving a coupon to Express was like Christmas to me, a chance to justify my reason to hit the mall.
This morning, however, I grabbed the card noticing it expired August 31, aka, today. I absolutely couldn’t stand the thought of it going to waste, although I didn’t know if I would have the time or the energy to head to the mall after a full day of school in an excessively hot building.
After school, I had to literally force myself to pull in the mall parking lot as I drove by on my way home. I picked up a hair product I was almost out of, a birthday card, and some new, more maternity-esque underwear. As I walked by my once favorite store front, I again, forced myself to go in. I felt like I had walked into a foreign country. I didn’t know the store staff (shudder), the styles had changed (shudder), and nothing looked close to fitting my belly. I instantly felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, only instead of the knee-high black pleather boots, my swollen feet bulged from my $10 Target flats. I felt completely out of place.
I quickly found a cardigan on sale that I could wear now and after Baby J arrives. I brought it to the register and thumbed through my purse to retrieve my debit card. Before I knew it, the contents of my billfold spilled out across the desk, revealing my Babies R’ Us Rewards Card, a Baby Gap coupon, and a coupon for a complimentary sample of Enfamil Baby Formula.
This is when it dawned on me. I have officially entered a new world. One where women no longer enjoy trying clothes on in a dressing room, spending hours picking out the perfect outfit, or wasting hours in a clothing store. I have traded in my stilettos for a comfortable pair of flats. I have officially entered motherhood.
When I trade in the flats for a pair of lime green crocs…well then I’m really in trouble.
After my experience at Express, I happily browsed the sale racks in the baby section of Von Maur.
I think a relocation is in my cards.
A whole new level of nesting...
Tonight, Beau and I are sitting at the kitchen table, each hiding behind our laptop screens for one reason...
...we have no where else to go.
I guess you could say my nesting tendencies lately took an all new turn this week.
Our living room is empty, and the kitchen and bedroom now hold piles of photo albums, picture frames, and decor. Last week, I got the wild brain idea that I could not lay a baby on carpet that had never been professionally cleaned. A little much, I admit, but until it happened, I would never feel 100 percent satisfied that the living room was nest-ready. My wonderfully loving and helpful husband moved all the furniture while I was at work, vacuumed vents and corners that hadn't seen the light of day since we moved in, and got us a discounted rate on a carpet cleaning, thanks to a fellow networking partner of his. So on Friday, after a long week of work, I walked in to this...
A fresh room of lush, baby-ready carpet. I was ecstatic! Did I care that I spent most of Friday night and all of Saturday morning reorganizing all of our living room belongings? Are you kidding!?!?
I cleaned windows, reorganized drawers and shelves, de-furred most of the furniture, and Windex'ed' picture frames and television screens. And when everything was spic and span, I decorated for the season of color.
FALL...
And as I decorated, I spent a little extra time on the details. I found a special place for every leaf, every pumpkin scented candle, and every burnt orange 'pretty' that brought visions of brisk October walks, steamy hot cocoa, and cozy hooded sweatshirts. These decorations not only represent one of my favorite times of year, but would be the decorations that would welcome a new person into our lives, our home, and our hearts. Just like my tube of Lip Smackers Strawberry Gloss will always take me back to Friday night football games at beautiful A-B Trojan Field during high school, my pumpkin spice candle, 'leaves' scented wallflower, and cider-scented garland will be the scents that remind me of this special time in our lives. It's getting so close and it was so much fun preparing for the 'party' that awaits!
...we have no where else to go.
I guess you could say my nesting tendencies lately took an all new turn this week.
Our living room is empty, and the kitchen and bedroom now hold piles of photo albums, picture frames, and decor. Last week, I got the wild brain idea that I could not lay a baby on carpet that had never been professionally cleaned. A little much, I admit, but until it happened, I would never feel 100 percent satisfied that the living room was nest-ready. My wonderfully loving and helpful husband moved all the furniture while I was at work, vacuumed vents and corners that hadn't seen the light of day since we moved in, and got us a discounted rate on a carpet cleaning, thanks to a fellow networking partner of his. So on Friday, after a long week of work, I walked in to this...
A fresh room of lush, baby-ready carpet. I was ecstatic! Did I care that I spent most of Friday night and all of Saturday morning reorganizing all of our living room belongings? Are you kidding!?!?
I cleaned windows, reorganized drawers and shelves, de-furred most of the furniture, and Windex'ed' picture frames and television screens. And when everything was spic and span, I decorated for the season of color.
FALL...
And as I decorated, I spent a little extra time on the details. I found a special place for every leaf, every pumpkin scented candle, and every burnt orange 'pretty' that brought visions of brisk October walks, steamy hot cocoa, and cozy hooded sweatshirts. These decorations not only represent one of my favorite times of year, but would be the decorations that would welcome a new person into our lives, our home, and our hearts. Just like my tube of Lip Smackers Strawberry Gloss will always take me back to Friday night football games at beautiful A-B Trojan Field during high school, my pumpkin spice candle, 'leaves' scented wallflower, and cider-scented garland will be the scents that remind me of this special time in our lives. It's getting so close and it was so much fun preparing for the 'party' that awaits!
Although I had a lot of fun decorating on Saturday, Beau had other things to say. He followed me around, especially as a I strung garland on top of our cabinets, often mumbling things like, 'you are making me nervous,' or 'this is a bad idea.' I laughed at his paranoia and put him to work.
(Sorry, Mom. I'm sure this picture makes you nervous!)
Friday, August 27, 2010
My favorite meal...
The purpose of this post is to pay homage to one of my all-time favorite meals. It's a meal that is not only delicious and fairly easy to make, but it's a sort of history piece for us as a couple. All summer, our suppers revolve around the grill. Burgers and hot dogs, grilled chicken and cedar plank salmon, and of course, big, fat, juicy steaks. There's (almost) nothing better than a good old fashioned, all-American supper....
That is, if we're forgetting pasta alla vodka.
Here's an excerpt from an essay I wrote about my journey learning, and loving, to cook:
I guess you could say my journey learning to cook is as if reading an open book. I never liked cooking while I was growing up; in fact, my mother worried that she failed to pass on her homemaker genes to me. I was perfectly fine getting by on Hot Pockets, Pizza Rolls, and pudding cups, and preferred going out to eat instead of staying in, cooking, and accumulating a counter-full of dishes in the process.
It wasn’t until “The Sopranos” came into my life that Carmela Soprano, my New Jersey, mobster-wife and my boyfriend (later turned husband), turned me on to great Italian food. What started as a couple episodes of the HBO legend here and there, accompanied with a plate of Barilla noodles and red sauce, evolved to all-night marathons of mouth-watering bruschetta, fresh linguine primavera, savory chicken piccata, and hours of nail-biting, cursing, and bonding behind the television set. The smell of fresh garlic simmering in a pan of olive oil, the taste of crushed tomatoes and fresh basil, and the flash of dimly lit candles illuminated our run-down college apartment and swept us off to another world of wealth, romance, and passion. Cooking became our escape, our refuge, and our idea of a perfect date.
Years later, I am still cooking; however, my palette has now reached realms far beyond Italian cuisine. I see it as an art; a way to create and a way to show love to others. Although I now experiment often with Greek, Asian, and Mexican-inspired dishes, there is still a comfort that comes along with cooking a great Italian meal, paired with a glass of vino. I’m 98% German by birth, but hold the heart and palette of an Italian.
Last Tuesday, after a long day at work, Beau and I shared some bonding time behind our cutting boards and paring knives. We minced garlic extra small, boiled penne until it was perfectly al dente, and shared frequent spoonfuls of the sauce just to make sure it was seasoned right.
Thanks to my sister-in-law, Gina, I replaced my usual glass (or two) of wine with Archer Farm's Italian Soda.
It was a lovely meal, a lovely night, and a lovely week of leftovers!
And now, for the recipe....
-3 tbsp. butter
-4 large garlic cloves, minced
-4 oz. thinly sliced prosciutto, cut into thin strips
-1 28 oz. can Italian Chopped Tomatoes
-1/2 tsp. crushed red pepper
-1/2 cup heavy whipping cream
-1/4 cup vodka
-salt
-1 lb. penne
-1/2 cup Parmesan
-In a skillet over medium heat, melt the butter. Add the garlic and cook until golden, about 3 minutes. Stir in the prosciutto and cook for another two minutes. Add the tomatoes and red pepper, simmer and stir frequently for 5 minutes. Stir in cream and cook, stirring for an additional 2 minutes. Add vodka and cook 2 minutes. Season with salt.
-Meanwhile, bring a pot of salted water to a boil. Add pasta and cook until al dente. Drain.
-Add the pasta to the sauce and toss until well-coated.
-Sprinkle with freshly grated Parmesan cheese...
P.S. This makes great leftovers!
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Dear You...
Dear Baby J...
Hi baby boy. In t-minus five weeks (give or take), you will exit my womb and enter our lives. And as every day goes by, I'm more and more ready for that to happen. I can't quite imagine how all of this is going to play out, the pre-labor and eventually labor, the hospital, the delivery, and the first few days of parenthood. It catches me off guard every now and then and I get a little out of breath thinking about it. It's hard to put into words, that's for sure.
For awhile, early in this pregnancy, I was perfectly content with you growing and staying safe and sound inside of me. In fact, I didn't really like to think about the certainty that laid before me...the fact that eventually, you had to come out. All of the blockbuster movies and TLC episodes of 'A Baby Story,' were no longer funny or sweet, but rather, a little horrific to watch. I was much more content choosing to think about cute maternity dresses and baby sleepers over epidural needles and stirrups.
Every now and then, I become strong woman. I feel hints of feminism bursting from my veins, proud that I get to take part in the process of birthing a child, embracing my womanhood and baby-bearing hips. I listen to Salt n' Pepa's 'Push It,' and feel prepared and ready to work it in the delivery room.
Which of the following two scenarios do you think cloud my thoughts more?!?!
Lately, I just feel content. Content knowing that I have millions of women on my side. Women like my Great Grandma Hoodjer, who gave birth to not one, but two sets of twins, or my Great Grandma Miller, who basically gave birth to half the town of Allison (I think she had around 11 kids). I think about all the women who had their babies at home, with nothing but a blanket, a shot of whiskey, and a stick to bite on. No hospital beds, no drugs, and no giant whirlpool (I'm excited for this part).
When I think about all of them, I feel like a big wimp. A big wimp that can by all means deliver a baby.
So, as you get closer and closer to D-Day, know that I am mentally preparing to be strong woman. I may cringe when Beau attempts to get a sliver out of my foot, but childbirth...no problem ;)
Respectfully and lovingly yours,
Strong Woman
Hi baby boy. In t-minus five weeks (give or take), you will exit my womb and enter our lives. And as every day goes by, I'm more and more ready for that to happen. I can't quite imagine how all of this is going to play out, the pre-labor and eventually labor, the hospital, the delivery, and the first few days of parenthood. It catches me off guard every now and then and I get a little out of breath thinking about it. It's hard to put into words, that's for sure.
For awhile, early in this pregnancy, I was perfectly content with you growing and staying safe and sound inside of me. In fact, I didn't really like to think about the certainty that laid before me...the fact that eventually, you had to come out. All of the blockbuster movies and TLC episodes of 'A Baby Story,' were no longer funny or sweet, but rather, a little horrific to watch. I was much more content choosing to think about cute maternity dresses and baby sleepers over epidural needles and stirrups.
Every now and then, I become strong woman. I feel hints of feminism bursting from my veins, proud that I get to take part in the process of birthing a child, embracing my womanhood and baby-bearing hips. I listen to Salt n' Pepa's 'Push It,' and feel prepared and ready to work it in the delivery room.
Which of the following two scenarios do you think cloud my thoughts more?!?!
Lately, I just feel content. Content knowing that I have millions of women on my side. Women like my Great Grandma Hoodjer, who gave birth to not one, but two sets of twins, or my Great Grandma Miller, who basically gave birth to half the town of Allison (I think she had around 11 kids). I think about all the women who had their babies at home, with nothing but a blanket, a shot of whiskey, and a stick to bite on. No hospital beds, no drugs, and no giant whirlpool (I'm excited for this part).
When I think about all of them, I feel like a big wimp. A big wimp that can by all means deliver a baby.
So, as you get closer and closer to D-Day, know that I am mentally preparing to be strong woman. I may cringe when Beau attempts to get a sliver out of my foot, but childbirth...no problem ;)
Respectfully and lovingly yours,
Strong Woman
35 Weeks!
How far along? 35 Weeks
Total Weight Gain? 23 pounds
Maternity Clothes? The other morning, I came to the stark conclusion that I am indeed still growing. I tried to put on a black and white dress I wore to school last spring and let’s just say, it fit a little differently than I remember… I’m glad I looked in the mirror before heading out the door!
Stretch Marks? No...still crossing my fingers!
Sleep? No complaints. Now that school has started, I’m exhausted at night! I'm typically in bed at 9:30 and up at 5:30.
Symptoms? Pregnancy, especially the 3rd trimester, is physically and mentally exhausting! It’s a roller coaster ride. Last week, I felt great; this week, I’m more than ready to have this kid. I officially want my body back! I’m getting to the point where I can’t really find a comfortable position, whether I’m sitting, standing, or walking. I can't wait to sleep on my stomach again and eat tacos without suffering through hours of heartburn afterwards. I can't, however, imagine a life without a little foot pushing up against my skin...I'm sure I will miss that!
Let’s not forget a new and growing symptom…my swollen feet!
Cravings? Pasta ala Vodka, Soprano cookbook style.
Best Moment This Week? The head way I made on Baby J’s room this last weekend.
What I Look Forward To? Saying hello to our baby and kissing his little face!
Weekly Wisdom? Never again will you get so much attention. Savor the door openings, sweet smiles, questions, and polite gestures…everyone is nice to pregnant women and when that baby comes, the attention paid to you will be gone!
Milestones? Next week I hit the weekly appointments! The countdown is on…
Check out my hump...my hump, my hump, my hump
Total Weight Gain? 23 pounds
Maternity Clothes? The other morning, I came to the stark conclusion that I am indeed still growing. I tried to put on a black and white dress I wore to school last spring and let’s just say, it fit a little differently than I remember… I’m glad I looked in the mirror before heading out the door!
Stretch Marks? No...still crossing my fingers!
Sleep? No complaints. Now that school has started, I’m exhausted at night! I'm typically in bed at 9:30 and up at 5:30.
Symptoms? Pregnancy, especially the 3rd trimester, is physically and mentally exhausting! It’s a roller coaster ride. Last week, I felt great; this week, I’m more than ready to have this kid. I officially want my body back! I’m getting to the point where I can’t really find a comfortable position, whether I’m sitting, standing, or walking. I can't wait to sleep on my stomach again and eat tacos without suffering through hours of heartburn afterwards. I can't, however, imagine a life without a little foot pushing up against my skin...I'm sure I will miss that!
Let’s not forget a new and growing symptom…my swollen feet!
Cravings? Pasta ala Vodka, Soprano cookbook style.
Best Moment This Week? The head way I made on Baby J’s room this last weekend.
What I Look Forward To? Saying hello to our baby and kissing his little face!
Weekly Wisdom? Never again will you get so much attention. Savor the door openings, sweet smiles, questions, and polite gestures…everyone is nice to pregnant women and when that baby comes, the attention paid to you will be gone!
Milestones? Next week I hit the weekly appointments! The countdown is on…
Check out my hump...my hump, my hump, my hump
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
A Home for Baby J...
Well, as promised, the baby furniture! It's done, it's beautiful, and it fits in Baby J's little room perfectly. If you know me well, this was a slight fear of mine. Beau repeatedly attempted to reassure me; however, as every new piece of furniture was carefully placed in the room, I grew more and more wary of it all fitting. Once again, I learned to trust and listen to my hubby and his dad. They're pretty smart...
...and pretty damn talented.
If it wasn't for the fact that I have been carrying this child for nine months, battling with pelvic pain, heartburn, allergies, weight gain, exhaustion, abnormal sleeping positions, and now, 'kankles,' I'd feel more guilty. I pulled my share in the creation of our kitchen, traveling with Beau to Hampton to spend hours upon hours sanding every inch of our hickory cabinetry; however, when it came time to build a set of baby furniture, I had the easy part. My part involved clipping and snipping random pictures of cribs and changing tables, asking Beau to reinvent a combination of three to five different pictures in order to created what I envisioned as the perfect product. What started with a couple Pottery Barn catalogs, some sticky note diagrams, and a lot of imagination, turned into a set of furniture that will serve as history pieces in our family for generations.
Thank you, husband, for your patience, your hard work, and your desire to build something really special for our baby. Thank you for creating Excel files to help me 'visualize,' for following me to Peek a Boo Baby to survey their cribs, and for wanting everything just right. Baby J will look so sweet sleeping in his new bed.
Thank you, Grandpa Ray, for helping us both bring our vision to life. Thank you for the hours you spent configuring and reconfiguring, for your constant, we-can-do-thats and no-problems, and for not killing my bedskirt during 'surgery.' Thank you for building me a dresser big enough for lots of shopping trips and a tornado shelter that will keep us safe in any storm.
Assembly Day: August 15, 2010...approximately seven weeks from D-Day!
...and pretty damn talented.
If it wasn't for the fact that I have been carrying this child for nine months, battling with pelvic pain, heartburn, allergies, weight gain, exhaustion, abnormal sleeping positions, and now, 'kankles,' I'd feel more guilty. I pulled my share in the creation of our kitchen, traveling with Beau to Hampton to spend hours upon hours sanding every inch of our hickory cabinetry; however, when it came time to build a set of baby furniture, I had the easy part. My part involved clipping and snipping random pictures of cribs and changing tables, asking Beau to reinvent a combination of three to five different pictures in order to created what I envisioned as the perfect product. What started with a couple Pottery Barn catalogs, some sticky note diagrams, and a lot of imagination, turned into a set of furniture that will serve as history pieces in our family for generations.
Thank you, husband, for your patience, your hard work, and your desire to build something really special for our baby. Thank you for creating Excel files to help me 'visualize,' for following me to Peek a Boo Baby to survey their cribs, and for wanting everything just right. Baby J will look so sweet sleeping in his new bed.
Thank you, Grandpa Ray, for helping us both bring our vision to life. Thank you for the hours you spent configuring and reconfiguring, for your constant, we-can-do-thats and no-problems, and for not killing my bedskirt during 'surgery.' Thank you for building me a dresser big enough for lots of shopping trips and a tornado shelter that will keep us safe in any storm.
Assembly Day: August 15, 2010...approximately seven weeks from D-Day!
Again... a little nervous...
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Nesting...
Sunday, while the boys sat shaded in the humidity and drafted the perfect team for the upcoming football season, I worked on my nest.
I deep cleaned my kitchen, wiping out the microwave and vacuuming the cracks of our walnut floor. I baked brownies simply for the smell that perforated through the kitchen. I almost replaced my coconut, lime, and tropical scented wallflowers with my favorite fall scents, but forced myself to wait until at least September.
It's begun. Even if I wasn't pregnant, I'd be nesting. It's that time of year again. As the dog days of summer draw to a close, I transition to the next season with a new welcome mat. Closets get cleaned, floors get waxed, and pillows get washed. The grilling cookbooks are replaced with the comfort food ones, and soon, mums, pumpkins, and tri-colored leaves will replace shriveled petunias and wilted impatients.
But this year, as I slowly begin to crave a mug of spicy cider and a stack of blueberry pancakes, my nesting is a little different.
Today, I tied a bumper on a crib, rearranged a growing collection of books until they were perfect, and positioned a changing table pad. I rearranged dresser drawers to make room for more itty bitty clothes, and found the perfect place for a family of stuffed animals. Although the nursery isn't quite finished, I'd say it's ready for a sweet, sleeping baby.
Since I found out we were having a baby boy, I've been planning, dreaming, and scheming plans for his nursery. While Beau was trying to bring to life the vision of baby furniture I had floating through my sometimes scattered pregnant brain, I was scouring the internet for theme, inspiration, and budget-friendly decor.
I decided to create a summer surf shack theme. A fresh breath of escape during any month of the year. I love baby blue, but wanted to take it up a notch. I found the perfect bedding, full of bright blues, reds, navys, and greens. Thanks to Pottery Barn Kids, I scored a matching rug, valance, and wall hangings.
Sunday night, after a long day of awkward bending, standing, sitting, and lifting, I dimmed the lights, turned on the stereo, and rocked in Baby J's recliner, a hand-me-down treasure from Beau's Grandma J. This is it, I thought. For the first time in my pregnancy, I felt ready to bring a baby home. I lit a few candles and read my monstrous tummy a few books. It was a peaceful and sweet moment between mommy and baby...
And now, just a few previews of the nursery. I still have a few ideas up my sleeve, but will see how much time I have and how swollen my feet stay over the next month!
Stay tuned for pictures of the furniture! There is a separate post for that!
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Baby's got a new set of wheels...
That's right, Baby J. Not only do you have the best furniture in the house, your very own towel set, and a recliner in your room, but you now have the nicest set of wheels in the family. Your dad and I drove to Cedar Rapids yesterday to pick up your new ride and I must say, it sure is a beaut.
It rides, glides, and clicks. Its ride is smoother than the skin on your bum, and it has a suspension system that will allow you to nap even on the wildest of rides. It turns like a dream, and its sunroof, cushion support, and auto-pilot will make you feel like a million bucks.
It's the Chicco Travel System, baby. Get ready to ride in style...
It's the Chicco Travel System, baby. Get ready to ride in style...
Friday, August 20, 2010
Happy Friday!
I made it through my first week of classes...it's going to be a great year! I teach 9th and 10th grade this year and have some great groups of students. They're fun, like to be challenged, and pick things up for me when I drop them :). They'll take care of this pregnant lady!
When Friday rolls around, though, I'm always thankful for it. I've been more tired than I ever thought possible this last week and am looking forward to a weekend of more nesting and even more relaxing. Tomorrow, Beau and I are taking a quick road trip to pick up Baby J's new set of wheels, and I hope to get some work done in the nursery.
So...as I welcome another weekend, I reflect on all the little pieces of happiness that were strewn across my week. As school starts and life gets busier, it's a matter of looking at the little things...
62. The TV show, Friday Night Lights. If you don't watch it, you should. Best. Show. EVAH.
63. Rain showers while the sun shines. Little kids refusing to let a little rain spoil their summer night play.
64. Baby Gap Clothes. Sleepers with footies, crocheted booties, tiny sockies, and soft onesies...
When Friday rolls around, though, I'm always thankful for it. I've been more tired than I ever thought possible this last week and am looking forward to a weekend of more nesting and even more relaxing. Tomorrow, Beau and I are taking a quick road trip to pick up Baby J's new set of wheels, and I hope to get some work done in the nursery.
So...as I welcome another weekend, I reflect on all the little pieces of happiness that were strewn across my week. As school starts and life gets busier, it's a matter of looking at the little things...
62. The TV show, Friday Night Lights. If you don't watch it, you should. Best. Show. EVAH.
63. Rain showers while the sun shines. Little kids refusing to let a little rain spoil their summer night play.
64. Baby Gap Clothes. Sleepers with footies, crocheted booties, tiny sockies, and soft onesies...
65. Kate Mcrae. The bravest, sweetest, most adorable little girl I know. A girl who taught me about life, about faith, and about hope.
"Patience with others is love, patience with yourself is hope, patience with God is faith."
66. The Little Caesar's Guy. You know, the ones who stand outside the pizza shop on University Ave., holding signs and using killer dance moves to lure customers in for the $5 Large Deal. I don't know how many times I've missed a green light at an intersection because I can't take my eyes off the dance dude! If I've ever in a bad mood, I'm absolutely, positively guaranteed a laugh on University and Progress Ave.
67. Pretty Woman. The fairy-tale lovin' little girl comes out in me everytime! If I happen to run across it flipping through channels on a busy afternoon, I can kiss productivity goodbye!
68. Sam's Club. Beau and I are fanatics! We are actually considering building some additional pantry shelves to begin storing food in case of a nuclear missile attack.
69. A fresh, late summertime meal. Tomatoes from Beau's secretary's garden, the best corn on the cob, and grilled hot dogs.
70. The sounds of an ice cream truck in our neighborhood! One night, Beau and I spent an entire walk attempting to find the direction of the music! I've never actually seen a legitimate ice cream truck, only in the movies, and I was determined to finally witness one at the ripe age of 26. I pictured little kids, shrieking and running towards the truck, waving their dollar bills, envisioning orange push-ups, fudsicles, and drumsticks. Although I didn't get a chance to see the ice cream truck, I have a feeling the vision in my mind is far greater than the real thing!
Happy Friday and Happy Weekend!
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Belly Pictures...
I wanted to give a quick shout-out to Darcy from At Play Photography here in Cedar Falls! She took some 'belly shots' for us last week and posted a sneak peek on her blog to tease us a little! More to come soon!
34 Weeks!!!
How far along? 34 Weeks
Maternity Clothes? Today was the first ‘official’ day of school. I wore my white Gap Maternity city shorts, and my new favorite Gap Maternity black ruffle top. The only thing that didn’t fit were my shoes! They were so tight by the time I got home, I had indents on the sides of my feet.
Sleep? The night before school started was restless, but since then, I’ve been so exhausted, I could go to sleep after school and wake up the next morning.
Symptoms? I finally have the bladder of a pregnant woman and it’s a long walk to the bathrooms from my classroom! Let’s just say I’ll probably be a little lenient on tardies for awhile!
The movement has been really crazy this week…I constantly feel that foot of his in my ribs and my entire stomach will flip flop. I feel it the most when I sit in a chair…Baby J is running out of room!
Cravings? Laffy Taffy… Saturday afternoon, completely out of the blue, I had to run to Hy-Vee for some taffy. I came home with three different kinds, tried out three different kinds, and was left with nothing but a stomach ache!
Best Moment This Week? The CRIB IS FINISHED! On Sunday, Beau’s parents delivered it. Contrary to a few initial fears, the crib fits in the baby’s room perfectly. I’ve started unpacking all the decorative treasures I’ve been storing for the past several weeks, but refuse to share pictures until it’s complete! Right now, the room is serving as my escape mechanism…it’s so peaceful in there!
Least Favorite Moment This Week? My swollen feet. It took two days of school for my feet to look as if they were in an MMA fight. I haven’t even attempted to take my wedding ring off…
What I Look Forward To? This weekend I hope to get some wall hangings up and the bedding all washed.
Weekly Wisdom? You like to talk, Mrs. Jorgensen. Drink water and sit down every now and then.
Milestones? Baby kicked away all day during the first day of school. My students loved seeing Baby J’s growth spurt!
Maternity Clothes? Today was the first ‘official’ day of school. I wore my white Gap Maternity city shorts, and my new favorite Gap Maternity black ruffle top. The only thing that didn’t fit were my shoes! They were so tight by the time I got home, I had indents on the sides of my feet.
Sleep? The night before school started was restless, but since then, I’ve been so exhausted, I could go to sleep after school and wake up the next morning.
Symptoms? I finally have the bladder of a pregnant woman and it’s a long walk to the bathrooms from my classroom! Let’s just say I’ll probably be a little lenient on tardies for awhile!
The movement has been really crazy this week…I constantly feel that foot of his in my ribs and my entire stomach will flip flop. I feel it the most when I sit in a chair…Baby J is running out of room!
Cravings? Laffy Taffy… Saturday afternoon, completely out of the blue, I had to run to Hy-Vee for some taffy. I came home with three different kinds, tried out three different kinds, and was left with nothing but a stomach ache!
Best Moment This Week? The CRIB IS FINISHED! On Sunday, Beau’s parents delivered it. Contrary to a few initial fears, the crib fits in the baby’s room perfectly. I’ve started unpacking all the decorative treasures I’ve been storing for the past several weeks, but refuse to share pictures until it’s complete! Right now, the room is serving as my escape mechanism…it’s so peaceful in there!
Least Favorite Moment This Week? My swollen feet. It took two days of school for my feet to look as if they were in an MMA fight. I haven’t even attempted to take my wedding ring off…
What I Look Forward To? This weekend I hope to get some wall hangings up and the bedding all washed.
Weekly Wisdom? You like to talk, Mrs. Jorgensen. Drink water and sit down every now and then.
Milestones? Baby kicked away all day during the first day of school. My students loved seeing Baby J’s growth spurt!
Dear YOU...
Baby J...
Happy 34 weeks, little man! Last night I had a panic attack thinking about that number in my head. It is getting unbelievably close to your D-Day, and we are overwhelmingly excited. Pretty soon, when people ask when I'm due, I can reply that I'm due 'any day.' Will you be a September baby? Will you practice punctuality and come on time? Or will you drag this process out as long as possible and arrive somewhere in the middle of October? My guess right now is that you will be late; however, as much as you continue to squirm, you might be ready to exit that small space sooner than later. My single request is that you do not decide to exit during the middle of class, resulting in a huge pool of water at my feet. I'm sure this embarrassing water-breaking scene only exists in my dreams and in movies, but you've surprised me enough throughout this pregnancy, I'm readying and preparing for just about anything!
This week, things have been a little different around the Jorgensen household. School has started, which means early mornings, quick lunches, a sore throat from talking A LOT, swollen feet, and one exhausted momma! I can't believe how tired I was Monday night. I was foggy headed, could hardly put words together in an email, and would have been satisfied crawling into bed at 5:00! It was torturous, but has been progressively better each day since.
Today was the first day with students. It was so great to see them! They already love you! They flocked over to see your growth spurt, gave me lots of hugs, quizzed me on names, and demanded I bring you in to see them as soon as you are born! One of my favorite memories was the roaring applause you received during the welcome back reception! It was almost as if you knew what was going on. You squirmed, rolled, and tumbled more today than you have throughout my entire pregnancy! Turns out, you are pretty good at this whole school thing!
Other milestones to record for this 34th week? Well, your crib is finished and it looks awesome! Your mom has diligently packed her lunch every day this week. Oh, and you mingled with the President Ben Allen and his wife, Pat, last night! It was my first invitation to the President's House and with you in tow, you were a welcome conversation piece with the Allen's! Beau said that we should have asked them to take a picture with the belly for your scrapbook...
As we close the page of another summer, I anxiously anticipate this next season! I get so excited sometimes that I can hardly breathe! Thanks for joining me on this ride in a hot school building, for listening to my boring syllabus talk during school today, and entertaining me with your constant belly flops and somersaults. You keep me on my (now swollen) toes, that's for sure.
Love you, Baby J!
Your Mom ;)
Happy 34 weeks, little man! Last night I had a panic attack thinking about that number in my head. It is getting unbelievably close to your D-Day, and we are overwhelmingly excited. Pretty soon, when people ask when I'm due, I can reply that I'm due 'any day.' Will you be a September baby? Will you practice punctuality and come on time? Or will you drag this process out as long as possible and arrive somewhere in the middle of October? My guess right now is that you will be late; however, as much as you continue to squirm, you might be ready to exit that small space sooner than later. My single request is that you do not decide to exit during the middle of class, resulting in a huge pool of water at my feet. I'm sure this embarrassing water-breaking scene only exists in my dreams and in movies, but you've surprised me enough throughout this pregnancy, I'm readying and preparing for just about anything!
This week, things have been a little different around the Jorgensen household. School has started, which means early mornings, quick lunches, a sore throat from talking A LOT, swollen feet, and one exhausted momma! I can't believe how tired I was Monday night. I was foggy headed, could hardly put words together in an email, and would have been satisfied crawling into bed at 5:00! It was torturous, but has been progressively better each day since.
Today was the first day with students. It was so great to see them! They already love you! They flocked over to see your growth spurt, gave me lots of hugs, quizzed me on names, and demanded I bring you in to see them as soon as you are born! One of my favorite memories was the roaring applause you received during the welcome back reception! It was almost as if you knew what was going on. You squirmed, rolled, and tumbled more today than you have throughout my entire pregnancy! Turns out, you are pretty good at this whole school thing!
Other milestones to record for this 34th week? Well, your crib is finished and it looks awesome! Your mom has diligently packed her lunch every day this week. Oh, and you mingled with the President Ben Allen and his wife, Pat, last night! It was my first invitation to the President's House and with you in tow, you were a welcome conversation piece with the Allen's! Beau said that we should have asked them to take a picture with the belly for your scrapbook...
As we close the page of another summer, I anxiously anticipate this next season! I get so excited sometimes that I can hardly breathe! Thanks for joining me on this ride in a hot school building, for listening to my boring syllabus talk during school today, and entertaining me with your constant belly flops and somersaults. You keep me on my (now swollen) toes, that's for sure.
Love you, Baby J!
Your Mom ;)
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
A Twenty-Something Momma...
Last Friday, Friday the 13th to be exact, I turned 26.
No longer closer to twenty than thirty...
No longer under a quarter of a century...
No longer a UNI student, an Express fiend, or a Diet Mountain Dew addict.
No... at 26 years old, I go by a few new labels...
I am now a 26 year old mom-to-be, with a little baby boy that rumbles, tumbles, and rolls in my tummy constantly throughout the day, making sure he already stays the center of my mind, my attention, and my focus (especially during back-to-school professional development days).
I am a 26 year old mom-to-be who prefers celebrating with a quiet walk in a pretty park over a crazy night out on the town.
I am a 26 year old mom-to-be who considers the perfect birthday party one that involves an ice cream cake, corn on the cob, and families gathered around a finished baby crib (it is done! pictures to come...)
I am a 26 year old mom-to-be, content with all-you-can-eat crab legs and a big glass of root beer over a girl scout martini or shot of 'birthday cake.'
I am a 26 year old mom-to-be who actually considered purchasing a nursing bra with my birthday money...
Yes, times they are a changing...
Even though I think I've cried on every birthday since turning 16, I still love them. I have no idea why tears are shed, but sometimes growing up does make me a little sad. It's like every year that passes, I feel myself getting farther and farther from the innocence of childhood. A time when life is simple and quiet, and birthdays mark a little extra magic in an already fairytale existence.
This year...I feel a little closer to childhood.
Six weeks closer.
No longer closer to twenty than thirty...
No longer under a quarter of a century...
No longer a UNI student, an Express fiend, or a Diet Mountain Dew addict.
No... at 26 years old, I go by a few new labels...
I am now a 26 year old mom-to-be, with a little baby boy that rumbles, tumbles, and rolls in my tummy constantly throughout the day, making sure he already stays the center of my mind, my attention, and my focus (especially during back-to-school professional development days).
I am a 26 year old mom-to-be who prefers celebrating with a quiet walk in a pretty park over a crazy night out on the town.
I am a 26 year old mom-to-be, content with all-you-can-eat crab legs and a big glass of root beer over a girl scout martini or shot of 'birthday cake.'
I am a 26 year old mom-to-be who actually considered purchasing a nursing bra with my birthday money...
Yes, times they are a changing...
Even though I think I've cried on every birthday since turning 16, I still love them. I have no idea why tears are shed, but sometimes growing up does make me a little sad. It's like every year that passes, I feel myself getting farther and farther from the innocence of childhood. A time when life is simple and quiet, and birthdays mark a little extra magic in an already fairytale existence.
This year...I feel a little closer to childhood.
Six weeks closer.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Almost...
For as long as I have known him, Beau has always wanted a dog. He is a dog lover. He thinks he can make any dog, no matter what the size, a lap dog, and the bigger and rougher the dog is, the more Beau likes him. I, on the other hand, have never felt the appeal of owning a dog. This might be because we never had pets growing up. I was actually quite scared of dogs for a good portion of my life. Frankly, I can do without the slobber, the constant jumping (and humping), and the smell of dog breath and even worse, damp dog hair. Beau and I compromised in the pet department by rescuing a cat, and it's been fun watching my husband attempt to teach her numerous dog behaviors. She eats just about anything you give her, plays fetch, and sits on Beau's lap whenever welcomed. If she could only go on neighborhood walks...
Yesterday, for a little under an hour, Beau's dreams turned into reality. A collarless, fawn colored, panting pug showed up in our backyard. She was tired, hungry, and friendly, and immediately took a liking to us. We had no idea where she came from, but decided while she was here, we might as well pretend a little. Beau got her a bowl of water, I fed her some fried bacon, and we borrowed a leash from our neighbors "in order to scout out potential owners," aka, "take our new puppy on a walk."
After about a half hour into dog ownership, Beau decided to take his loyal companion on one last walk. Shortly thereafter, I watched my husband return, longingly dragging his empty leash behind him like Linus's blue blanket in the Charlie Brown classics. Beau said the young man was very happy to see his pug again.
"She's so friendly, I was worried someone would find her and never give her up," the owner said as Beau handed in his claim.
"You're lucky my wife is eight months pregnant."
I do admit, she was a cute little snort of a thing :)
I guess it's true what they say about dogs resembling their owners ;)...
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