So this week is Spring Break (thank the Lord) so we have attempted to get some rest and also get a few more things prepared for the arrival of Cuervo (my friend Bianca lovingly dubbed that the baby nickname because both the baby and Cuervo make me puke) . This came in the form of attempting to start our registry at Babies R Us.
For those of you that have already done this process I imagine right now that you are already enjoying a little chuckle because you remember this process. For those of you that haven't get ready for some reality. Let it be known that registering for a wedding is FAR more enjoyable and rewarding than registering for a baby. Just sit back and reminisce about that sweet time....You are giddy with excitement and choosing items that are soley for YOU and your HUSBAND. Its all stuff that you WANT. I mean, sure there are items that we all need on these lists, but really who are we kidding. We aren't getting married straight out of high school anymore. We have most of the essentials to get us through...so really anything that you get for a wedding gift is just a bonus. John and I ended up with so many extra sets of dishware that we exchanged it and had enough to buy a TV. A television people! Now thats just good fun! I remember John and I taking that scanner and having a hay day! Scan, scan, scan, love, love, love, fun, fun, and MORE fun! Registering for a baby goes something like this...
1. You register and they give you the list of "essential" items that your baby will "need". Let me redefine the word "need" for you at this time. If you register for all these "needs" and actually get all of them, your child will have enough to get them safely to the first year of college. So, step one includes sifting through this list and figuring out how much of this stuff you really "need."
2. Scanner in hand you attempt to "choose" items that you know NOTHING about. Sure, you've done your consumer reports, you've seen the things your friends have purchased, but let's be real...YOU KNOW NOTHING. I am fully convinced that John and I looked like monkeys, trying to pick bugs out of each other's hair. "How does this thing move?" "Where is the release button?" "Do we need a high chair that matches the kitchen, looks pink, looks blue, or looks like something in between.." Or, my personal favorite "Will this injure/kill the baby?!?" This is a legitimate question people. How many coils really are standard on a baby mattress?!?! No one really knows!!
3. The whole time in this process you still have to make this process seem "fun" to your poor husband. We were there for about an hour, in which time we only registered for 15 items. I agreed to throw in the towel and come back on my own (read-with a girlfriend or sister that has kids and can tell me what the hell to do). I haven't seen relief on John's face like that since he proposed and I said yes. I swear the man looked like he had run a marathon. We brought the scanner back to the front and the poor guy didn't utter a word. We got in the car and he managed to utter out "we have to do more research!" Ha! Uh...ya think? The way I see it- that WAS research. When I told him that there were several items that I thought we should register for at Target he responded with "but not today, RIGHT?" Of course not honey.
All in all...I do feel like it was a lot of good research. We got to look at a lot of items and figure out what we liked and didn't. And thanks to this fabulous internet thing, we can go online and change our minds about 1,000,000 times. And I am sure we will.
On another fun note, we had another doc's appointment, heard the heartbeat and the doc said that we will do an ultrasound next appointment and (fingers crossed) will find out the sex of the baby!! We are super excited and can't wait until April 15th. So, put your guess in before it's too late. You know my family hasn't missed an opportunity to make bets on that one!
Friday, March 19, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
My Close Encounter with...THE LAW!!!!
So today I was faced with a great dilemma....
As many of you know, I am plagued by morning sickness. I know its a tricky word plagued, but I feel STRONGLY that its the appropriate description. If I have a really tough morning, it drags onto the rest of the day. Today was no exception, but I was lucky because we are TAKS testing, and I was in extended time. So my real duties didn't start until after 11 am. This being said, I didn't really get in a good meal until later in the day. If you've been pregnant before you know that when hunger hits it HITS. Well on the drive home today, it HIT, and it hit in the kind of "eat now or you will puke the whole way home..."
As I drove I glanced around to see if I could run in and pick something up to snack on the way home. And thats when I saw it...the Golden Arches of McDonalds. I don't consider myself a McDees lover, but suddenly the desire for an M&M MCFlurry overwhelmed me. So naturally I pulled over and got one.
Now I don't know if any of you have attempted to drive and eat something that requires a spoon, but I am here to tell you that it is HARD WORK. So there I am weighing the age old dilemma "is it more dangerous to drive with your knee and enjoy a McFlurry (clearly for the baby!!) or is it more dangerous to continue driving and hope that your dry heaves don't work themselves into full fledged heaves(clearly BECAUSE of the baby)?" Lets just say that the McFlurry won, and I type this from my living room in one solid piece.
Perhaps the best part of all of this was the fact that I passed a policeman in this whole process. Yes, one hand on McFlurry cup, one with spoon shoveling said McFlurry into mouth...he just stared at me. I would like to think that he saw that crazy pregnancy glare in my eyes and chose not to endanger his own life by pulling me over. I think that John would have had to pick my up from jail if that would have been the case. Cause I am here to tell you that before I pulled out license and registration, I was gonna finish that f*cking McFlurry. Cause you don't come between a pregnant lady and her food. Thats just common sense!
As many of you know, I am plagued by morning sickness. I know its a tricky word plagued, but I feel STRONGLY that its the appropriate description. If I have a really tough morning, it drags onto the rest of the day. Today was no exception, but I was lucky because we are TAKS testing, and I was in extended time. So my real duties didn't start until after 11 am. This being said, I didn't really get in a good meal until later in the day. If you've been pregnant before you know that when hunger hits it HITS. Well on the drive home today, it HIT, and it hit in the kind of "eat now or you will puke the whole way home..."
As I drove I glanced around to see if I could run in and pick something up to snack on the way home. And thats when I saw it...the Golden Arches of McDonalds. I don't consider myself a McDees lover, but suddenly the desire for an M&M MCFlurry overwhelmed me. So naturally I pulled over and got one.
Now I don't know if any of you have attempted to drive and eat something that requires a spoon, but I am here to tell you that it is HARD WORK. So there I am weighing the age old dilemma "is it more dangerous to drive with your knee and enjoy a McFlurry (clearly for the baby!!) or is it more dangerous to continue driving and hope that your dry heaves don't work themselves into full fledged heaves(clearly BECAUSE of the baby)?" Lets just say that the McFlurry won, and I type this from my living room in one solid piece.
Perhaps the best part of all of this was the fact that I passed a policeman in this whole process. Yes, one hand on McFlurry cup, one with spoon shoveling said McFlurry into mouth...he just stared at me. I would like to think that he saw that crazy pregnancy glare in my eyes and chose not to endanger his own life by pulling me over. I think that John would have had to pick my up from jail if that would have been the case. Cause I am here to tell you that before I pulled out license and registration, I was gonna finish that f*cking McFlurry. Cause you don't come between a pregnant lady and her food. Thats just common sense!
Sunday, February 28, 2010
When two people really love each other... or have a lot to drink...
Ok, so I have been prompted to start a blog by people who think I am funny. Clearly they know well that stroking my ego=productivity on my part. I guess I do have an awful lot to blog about these days...
John and I are pregnant! This experience is not like I thought it would be at all. When you dream of getting pregnant you imagine your sweet little baby bump, your wonderful husband dashing out in the middle of the night to get you ice cream and at the end of nine months holding your sweet little bundle of joy. I am not to the last one yet, but I am here to tell you MY first trimester has NOT been like this at all... Here's how mine is going-
1. Throw-up (my new frenemy) It makes you feel terrible and wonderful all at once. I throw up every morning. This started as a simple brushing your teeth makes you gag thing, and has now morphed into what looks like a scene from "Night of the Living Dead." On top of this, I am vocalist, so I am not a quiet puker. John says its like living with a cat who is trying to hack up a hairball 24 hours a day. :)
2. Exhaustion- I am dirt tired, and I mean, could fall asleep while I type this. I recently fell asleep in midsentence with John. We were in the living room and he (luckily) was able to pry the remote from my hands and go on with the evening. I then slept solidly for 3 hours and through the night as well. I hear this is good, because once the baby is here I know I won't get to sleep EVER AGAIN.
3. Self-pacing- Despite the throwing up, I think this is the one that is killing me the most. I have a really hard time making myself SLOW DOWN. My job requires me to work long hours and be alert all the time (I deal with teenagers!). Additionally, I am one of those "think I can do it bigger, better and funnier that you" kind of people. I don't like to show when I am struggling and I don't handle it well when I am. I have to remind myself that I am cooking a baby in here and I gotta be good to myself. I need to look on the bright side, I could really get away with a lot of pampering right now. Thank you John for all of it. :)
Don't get me wrong...all of this is worth it. And I truly mean ALL. We recently had some craziness and had to spend the day in the ER (everything is fine, so put down the phone!). The doc ordered an ultrasound and we got to see the baby in all his/her glory. I mean, head, body, tiny hands and feet, and he/she was jumping around and having a grand old time. It made my heart melt.
Plus, I am assured by my sisters and girlfriends that have kids that the 2nd trimester is MUCH better. All I am gonna say is you better not be lying or I might go preggers postal on ya. :)
Stay tuned for more Sikon baby details. I will work to be less bitchy in the others, but there are no guarantees!
John and I are pregnant! This experience is not like I thought it would be at all. When you dream of getting pregnant you imagine your sweet little baby bump, your wonderful husband dashing out in the middle of the night to get you ice cream and at the end of nine months holding your sweet little bundle of joy. I am not to the last one yet, but I am here to tell you MY first trimester has NOT been like this at all... Here's how mine is going-
1. Throw-up (my new frenemy) It makes you feel terrible and wonderful all at once. I throw up every morning. This started as a simple brushing your teeth makes you gag thing, and has now morphed into what looks like a scene from "Night of the Living Dead." On top of this, I am vocalist, so I am not a quiet puker. John says its like living with a cat who is trying to hack up a hairball 24 hours a day. :)
2. Exhaustion- I am dirt tired, and I mean, could fall asleep while I type this. I recently fell asleep in midsentence with John. We were in the living room and he (luckily) was able to pry the remote from my hands and go on with the evening. I then slept solidly for 3 hours and through the night as well. I hear this is good, because once the baby is here I know I won't get to sleep EVER AGAIN.
3. Self-pacing- Despite the throwing up, I think this is the one that is killing me the most. I have a really hard time making myself SLOW DOWN. My job requires me to work long hours and be alert all the time (I deal with teenagers!). Additionally, I am one of those "think I can do it bigger, better and funnier that you" kind of people. I don't like to show when I am struggling and I don't handle it well when I am. I have to remind myself that I am cooking a baby in here and I gotta be good to myself. I need to look on the bright side, I could really get away with a lot of pampering right now. Thank you John for all of it. :)
Don't get me wrong...all of this is worth it. And I truly mean ALL. We recently had some craziness and had to spend the day in the ER (everything is fine, so put down the phone!). The doc ordered an ultrasound and we got to see the baby in all his/her glory. I mean, head, body, tiny hands and feet, and he/she was jumping around and having a grand old time. It made my heart melt.
Plus, I am assured by my sisters and girlfriends that have kids that the 2nd trimester is MUCH better. All I am gonna say is you better not be lying or I might go preggers postal on ya. :)
Stay tuned for more Sikon baby details. I will work to be less bitchy in the others, but there are no guarantees!
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