Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Put on the kettle. Put on my sweatpants. Ponder snack ideas. Head to bathroom.
I do my thing. Flush. Start to wash hands. Happen to glance over at toilet and
And then I died.
Oh wait, I'm still here!
Actually, I grabbed my nether regions and there wasn't a baby coming out. Which was very good.
But still. !?1?!?!?!!?1?1/1!/!/
And then I remembered they were planning some sort of plumbing check today in our building. So I ran to Clay's bathroom. Bowl was clear and clean. But then I flushed and
BLOODY BLOOD BLOOD HALLOWEEN MASSACRE 2009.
Do you THINK MAYBE they could have left us a friendly note under the door? Like
All will look normal with your toilet until you flush for the first time. And then it'll look like you peed out your insides!
Excuse me now, while I try and fish my heart out of my mouth.
Through a Twitters mention, I found this local jewelry maker. And then, after some website perusal, these kick ass (felt!) earrings. I’m not much for bedazzling my person, but something about these said YES to me.
Unfortunately, I cannot for the life of me get one into my right earring hole. Perhaps because I got my ears pierced at 21, forget I even have them, and last wore earrings on my wedding day in 2008? But I will triumph, people.
Jeebus gawd this book is incredible. (I was about to link to a 1981 New York Times article talking about just how awesome, but let’s be honest; no one would dig through the article to find the mention, right?)
I bought it last weekend at the Mystery Bookstore in Noe Valley, a treasure trove of all things good and pure and creepy. It came untouched, covered in a plastic sleeve, and the cover – the cover! I want to read this book in one sitting it’s so delicious, but I also want to slow way down so it’s never over.
And now! Red pen time.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
I feel good about leaving third trimester to baby growing, holiday enjoying, and home readying.
But that doesn't mean I won't miss this job. Or the (kick ass) people that go along with it. I haven't typed much about the past 6 months at the office - because talking about work on the Internets can be a whole mess of trubs - but I've never had a more positive work experience. Super glad to have been there and definitely plan on staying in touch with my new franz.
And what comes after third trimester and baby landing? I'm staying home (such a weird way we all phrase it, no? I do plan on leaving my house) and doing the Mom Thing full time. Mostly for the health insurance and 401k, of course.
So ooo eeeee baby - BJA's about to be a breastfeeding, playdough cooking, Raffi singing full time mama.
And I can't wait.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Here are some pics from our Half Moon Bay brunch-by-the-sea/pumpkin patch excursion. I feel like I really checked the box on FALL today. (Also on sun-my-face-needs-in-one-year.) And if you're wondering, the moccasins held up gah-reat.
At the pumpkin place, we all raced through a corn maze. For reasons unknown, I felt the best strategy to win was tip toes.
It did help bring us in second.
Group glamour shot, surrounding our trusty rusty tractor.
How lucky are my girl and I, surrounded by a gaggle of such hotties? I'm teaching her young.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Horizontal stripes, baby!
(Thanks, Christie and you're welcome, Eric for taking this shirt out of your house.)
According to Billy the Doorman, told to Clay the Spouse, it "looks like she's gained 7 pounds since Saturday!" WHAT OF IT, BILLY.
But here's the thing. Extra l-b's or not, I'm feeling good lately. I can eat foods without dying, my roly polyness makes me giggle, and my mood is, at times, bordering on euphoric mania. Oh, hormones. Whattapal!
Oh AND. AND! Guess what came in the mail yesterday? (Last part in a sing-songy voice, please.) These puppies!
Yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum. YUM.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
So that happened.
And now? Now I remove the robot arm and peel some apples for the crisp I'm baking up. You wish you were a nose in my apartment right now.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
"Put your hand here now!"
"But I'm looking at cars?"
So last night, after my cookie and tea (round 3), when she was feeling especially feisty, I ran over to his couch and placed his hand on my tum. But then, of course, nothing. Stopped dead in her tiny tracks. Radio womb silence.
So I scooted to the end of the couch and moped for a second, before I felt his feet on my bare bell. She squirmed a few times under his tread, though never gave a good enough wallop for him to feel. But while daddy and rogirl didn't meet up last night, it still made mama happy.
I sit on my couch after work and giggle until I cry. Just me and my belly and my maple cream cookies. If you're a Netflix Instanter like me, there are now a bunch of episodes ready to press play on whenever you're ready to get awesome.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
All I want is fruit.
Fruit, FrUiT, fRuIt, FRUIT.
This is particularly strange because in my pre growing-a-baby days, I actively didn’t like fruit. It tasted eh to me, it made my tummy hurt a little, I’d rather eat a brownie. Growing up, I dreaded playing at those kids’ houses where, after a long day at school, the mom handed you a piece of fruit and told you to go play. (I actually still think that’s weird.)
But now. Now! I can’t think of anything tastier.
It was watermelon, plums, peaches, and grapes this summer.
Now it’s apples (Honeycrisp!), apples (Fuji!), apples (Gala!), and some (Valencia!) oranges on the side.
Last night, in the middle of some content-viewing (what up, Mr. Holland’s Opus?) I scurried to the kitchen for some refreshments.
“Want an apple?” I asked Clay.
Now I paused.
“Do you REALLY want an apple?”
“Um...no? It would taste good, but I don’t really care either way.”
I pause again, hand quivering over the refrigerator’s fruit drawer.
“Are you deciding if I deserve an apple?” Clay asks.
In the end, he got one.
Friday, October 09, 2009
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Those Uggs are bona fide super originals from the first wave of insanity in 2003. I wore them every single day of senior year at BU and yeah, you can tell. I believe I see some pot brownie batter splashed on the back. Kidding. Um.
The dress was 9.99 at Marshalls two years ago for a Goodby trip to Napa. Stretchy!
Robot arm is a Walgreens original! Only 19.99 at your local retailer!
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Clay's in NYC for work stuff, so he missed the rendezvous - but we've got three or four more ultrasounds, so it wasn't too sad. Although I'm sure he missed making his favorite "When can we take a paternity test?" joke. Badum ching.
The great news is the placenta issue seems to have resolved. Woot! It definitely moved up and away from the naughty place and I'm free to get sexy, fly, and train for that marathon like I was planning. Or just keep watching SVU reruns in sweats with a milkshake. Whatever.
My cervix, the real reason I keep getting all these ultrasounds, is measuring just fine, too. It's good news that it's looking good, but the real test will be when the bug gets chubbier and starts pressing down. Again - not too worried, but very happy I'm getting the extra attention.
But onto the fun stuff!
She was being super shy and stubborn today, not wanting to show us her face one bit. Her position for most of the visit was:
But listen. While I find her little face cute as a button, she still kind of looks like a gremlin. And dude, she's a lady. So I won't post gremlin pics. She'll thank me later.
Sunday, October 04, 2009
We had such a fun (and packed) long weekend and I was sad to wave goodbye.
Soon, it was all gone.
Love you, ladies!