As much as I would have liked the summer to keep on going, alas, the time for school came. It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And I puzzled and puzzled till my puzzler was sore.
Boy, my puzzler was very sore by the end of the school day. On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I have 4 classes back to back from 9am to 3pm. It's pretty rough. Especially when a certain little someone is making me very hungry. I packed snacks to eat during class (which is allowed). I packed a sandwich bag of whole grain goldfish, some baby carrots and ranch dressing, and some Disney Princess Ariel fruit snacks. Wilson thinks that I have the taste buds of a 5 year old. This may be true, but I can't help it. I am what I am and that's all that I am.
It looks like this semester of classes is going to be particularly difficult. My professors have assured me that it's largely about time management and thinking logistically about how and when I will get assignments done and it's not really about how easy or difficult the assignments are. I have all the tools/skills I need to complete my projects and succeed.
Easy for them to say.
B got a lot of attention today. Not that she doesn't get loads of attention from me or Wilson talking or singing to her and patting my little belly. But today everyone was rubbing my tummy and asking about B and how she is growing (very big!), can I feel her kicking (oh, yes!), have I thought of any names (of course!) and so on and so forth. It was exciting to talk about my baby all day! I think I talked about my baby more than I actually talked about school and assignments. I have promised many people that I will bring my ultrasound pictures to school and show everyone how pretty she is.
Now I am at home relaxing after a very eventful day. Peace and quiet. I love my new home because it feels so...home-y. Wilson doesn't get home from school for another couple of hours so I will eat a strawberry jello cup and take a nap. Wilson says that tonight when he gets home we are going to go get a bite to eat and bond. He thinks it's no fair that B and I get to be buddies all day, everyday and bond all the time. He would like to do some bonding, too.
How sweet!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Sugar and Spice
Oh, the wonderfulness that is today.
I am having a girl.
And she is very beautiful.
After class today, I met my mom, cheli, nana, calysta, and jake at McDonalds for some lunch and then we headed over to the hospital for my appointment. Wilson met us there. It was cramped quarters in the ultrasound room!
The nurse took a whole bunch of measurments and at last spotted the little girl parts.
Oh, she is very sweet.
After the appointment we went to dinner and then shopping and got our fill on little girl clothes.
I got lots of ultrasound pictures of her and will post them as soon as I can get a hold of a scanner.
peace. love. baby girls.
I am having a girl.
And she is very beautiful.
After class today, I met my mom, cheli, nana, calysta, and jake at McDonalds for some lunch and then we headed over to the hospital for my appointment. Wilson met us there. It was cramped quarters in the ultrasound room!
The nurse took a whole bunch of measurments and at last spotted the little girl parts.
Oh, she is very sweet.
After the appointment we went to dinner and then shopping and got our fill on little girl clothes.
I got lots of ultrasound pictures of her and will post them as soon as I can get a hold of a scanner.
peace. love. baby girls.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Half...Baked
Hellooo, 20 weeks!
I am half way done being pregnant. The bun in the oven is mostly still doughy but is growing and rising.
It's rather odd because it feels like time has flown by. I'm scared to blink because I know that when I do, I will be in that labor and delivery room. It's a little frightening.
This week, B is about the length of a banana. A banana! I love bananas! But only when they are mostly still green. I refuse to eat a banana that has too many brown spots.
Countdown- 7 days until my next doctor's appointment. Oh yes. It's the one.
The child development class I am taking this summer is turning out to be one of the most beneficial classes I have ever taken. There are two other pregnant girls in my class and we sit together and share snacks and gaze haughtily down our noses at the other college kids in the class who could not possibly be getting better grades than we are because, hello...we are experiencing this class directly, in our womb's. Child. Development. The only weird thing is that the other two girls are WAY more pregnant than I. They look as if they might pop at any moment, whereas I just look like I ate a little too much for lunch and must unbutton the top button of my jeans to breathe correctly.
Speaking of which, clothes are incredibly uncomfortable these days. I'm not yet big enough to wear my maternity clothes but I am also too big to wear my normal, regular clothes. I am looking forward to being a cautionary whale. Then, at least, I will have something to wear.
Oh, btw, Wilson and I have moved into our new apartment. 2 bedroom, 1 bath. It is wonderful! We no longer have to hunt and scavage and hoard quarters in order to do laundry because we have our very own washer and dryer in our apartment! We also have some pretty snazzy tile and brand new carpet. Right now, B's room is sort of the dumping ground for all of the boxes and miscellaneous things we don't know what to do with or dont have room for. Wilson has promised that by the time there is a baby here, all the junk from that room will be gone.
Let's hope so.
I am half way done being pregnant. The bun in the oven is mostly still doughy but is growing and rising.
It's rather odd because it feels like time has flown by. I'm scared to blink because I know that when I do, I will be in that labor and delivery room. It's a little frightening.
This week, B is about the length of a banana. A banana! I love bananas! But only when they are mostly still green. I refuse to eat a banana that has too many brown spots.
Countdown- 7 days until my next doctor's appointment. Oh yes. It's the one.
The child development class I am taking this summer is turning out to be one of the most beneficial classes I have ever taken. There are two other pregnant girls in my class and we sit together and share snacks and gaze haughtily down our noses at the other college kids in the class who could not possibly be getting better grades than we are because, hello...we are experiencing this class directly, in our womb's. Child. Development. The only weird thing is that the other two girls are WAY more pregnant than I. They look as if they might pop at any moment, whereas I just look like I ate a little too much for lunch and must unbutton the top button of my jeans to breathe correctly.
Speaking of which, clothes are incredibly uncomfortable these days. I'm not yet big enough to wear my maternity clothes but I am also too big to wear my normal, regular clothes. I am looking forward to being a cautionary whale. Then, at least, I will have something to wear.
Oh, btw, Wilson and I have moved into our new apartment. 2 bedroom, 1 bath. It is wonderful! We no longer have to hunt and scavage and hoard quarters in order to do laundry because we have our very own washer and dryer in our apartment! We also have some pretty snazzy tile and brand new carpet. Right now, B's room is sort of the dumping ground for all of the boxes and miscellaneous things we don't know what to do with or dont have room for. Wilson has promised that by the time there is a baby here, all the junk from that room will be gone.
Let's hope so.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
"We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming for this Breaking News..."
Life has been detected on a tiny, far off planet.
This Life seems to be kicking about inside its cramped quarters.
Kick, kick, kick
Although there has been previous confirmation that Life is indeed nestled away safely on this planet, today marks the day when it has made its presence known by its persistent and rather remarkable kicking, felt by an outside observer.
Stay tuned as we continue to further investigate this kicking and soon distinguish the sex of this Life.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.
This Life seems to be kicking about inside its cramped quarters.
Kick, kick, kick
Although there has been previous confirmation that Life is indeed nestled away safely on this planet, today marks the day when it has made its presence known by its persistent and rather remarkable kicking, felt by an outside observer.
Stay tuned as we continue to further investigate this kicking and soon distinguish the sex of this Life.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
whooshwhooshwhoosh
I had another doctor's appointment today. Just a checkup. Mom and Jake came up and stayed with me yesterday and today and went to my appointment. B is developing nicely and we heard the heartbeat.
whooshwhooshwhooshwhoosh is what it sounded like to me.
My next appointment is Tuesday, August 11th at 3:30pm. This is the day we've all been waiting for (aside from the actual birth). This is the day when we will find out if B is a girl or a boy. Woot! My mom is coming and Nana is coming and Cheli is coming and also maybe Calysta. And Wilson, of course. If anyone else would like to come, you're more than welcome...I have requested the big 3D IMAX room for the ultrasound. Should be quite a show. With quite an audience.
I have thought of new names! Well, I'm still sticking to Kyle or Sophie for a girl but I've been going back and forth with the boys names. So, added to the list is: Maddox, Dean, and Oliver. I can't seem to pick a name that a lot of people like, however. My mother hates Maddox because apparently Angelina Jolie named her kid that. A couple of other people don't like Dean because with a name like Dean Addison, he is surely going to be winning "Artist of the Year" at the CMT awards. And clearly, Oliver sounds like something you would name a pet. An orange tabby, for example. Sheesh. I know that there's no pleasing everyone and I should just pick a name that I like (and one that Wilson likes, too, I suppose) but it's difficult.
I've started having wilson take a picture of my belly each week. To spare your eyes, I'm not going to post them on my blog, but just know that so far, there isn't a lot of change between the last few weeks. 15 weeks looks like 16 weeks looks like 17 weeks. Meh.
Is a turnip a fruit? No, I know it's not. But throughout my pregnancy, babycenter.com has been likening the height and weight of B to different fruits. Lemons, avacados, figs. But all of the sudden, this week B weighs as much as a turnip. What gives?
This post is not very exciting but I felt bad because I haven't updated in awhile. BUT the next post will be oh-so-exciting.
On my next post, on August 11th, I will post a picture of either a big ol penis or a squeaky pink vagina. Won't that be exciting?!?
teehee.
whooshwhooshwhooshwhoosh is what it sounded like to me.
My next appointment is Tuesday, August 11th at 3:30pm. This is the day we've all been waiting for (aside from the actual birth). This is the day when we will find out if B is a girl or a boy. Woot! My mom is coming and Nana is coming and Cheli is coming and also maybe Calysta. And Wilson, of course. If anyone else would like to come, you're more than welcome...I have requested the big 3D IMAX room for the ultrasound. Should be quite a show. With quite an audience.
I have thought of new names! Well, I'm still sticking to Kyle or Sophie for a girl but I've been going back and forth with the boys names. So, added to the list is: Maddox, Dean, and Oliver. I can't seem to pick a name that a lot of people like, however. My mother hates Maddox because apparently Angelina Jolie named her kid that. A couple of other people don't like Dean because with a name like Dean Addison, he is surely going to be winning "Artist of the Year" at the CMT awards. And clearly, Oliver sounds like something you would name a pet. An orange tabby, for example. Sheesh. I know that there's no pleasing everyone and I should just pick a name that I like (and one that Wilson likes, too, I suppose) but it's difficult.
I've started having wilson take a picture of my belly each week. To spare your eyes, I'm not going to post them on my blog, but just know that so far, there isn't a lot of change between the last few weeks. 15 weeks looks like 16 weeks looks like 17 weeks. Meh.
Is a turnip a fruit? No, I know it's not. But throughout my pregnancy, babycenter.com has been likening the height and weight of B to different fruits. Lemons, avacados, figs. But all of the sudden, this week B weighs as much as a turnip. What gives?
This post is not very exciting but I felt bad because I haven't updated in awhile. BUT the next post will be oh-so-exciting.
On my next post, on August 11th, I will post a picture of either a big ol penis or a squeaky pink vagina. Won't that be exciting?!?
teehee.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Lemons
Boy, it is hot.
Not only was it 105 degrees in Austin today, the air conditioning has been broken in my apartment for two days now. So I've been sitting around in my bathing suit, in front of a fan all day. The fan doesn't really help. It mostly just blows around hot air. Ick.
In other news, my bloodwork came back from the lab and my baby tested negative for Downs Syndrome and Trisomy 18. Hooray for baby! Ouch for me because I have a huge blue and black bruise from where they took 5 viles of blood from my arm to do the tests.
It was an interesting time at the doctor visit last week. I went in for a sonogram because they had to measure the fluid behind the baby's neck, the bridge of the baby's nose and also how long baby is from head to butt. All of this measuring is to find out if the baby is growing properly, etc, etc. Well, in order to take all of these measurements the baby has to be in a certain position. If the baby is not in the ideal position for the measurements, the nurse just jostles my tummy around and the baby will turn over pretty quick. Pretty routine. In-and-out procedure.
Oh, no, no. Not for my baby.
My baby REFUSES to turn over. Instead she just sucks her thumb and looks at us. The nurse keeps jostling my tummy (Wilson and I ate lunch before we got to the doctor so her pushing down on my stomach REALLY made me have to go pee). Baby won't budge. Nurse pushes down some more. Baby waves at us. *sigh*
This goes on for about 30 minutes. The whole time the nurse is TALKING to my baby, trying to coax it into position. And not just talking...she's using this high pitched, I'm-talking-to-a-baby, goo goo gaa gaa, kind of voice. It's driving me nuts.
Finally I tell the nurse that I don't think my baby is going cooperate today and that we'll come back tomorrow and try again.
Sheesh.
When I got home, you better believe that I gave that little lovely, lemon-sized baby of mine a good talking to. She may come from two nonconformist, uncooperative parents, but I'll be darned if she doesn't do what she's told tomorrow at the doctor's.
So I went back the next day and baby did everything perfectly, and without any back-talking or sass.
I hope that this was not a sign of what is to come.
Not only was it 105 degrees in Austin today, the air conditioning has been broken in my apartment for two days now. So I've been sitting around in my bathing suit, in front of a fan all day. The fan doesn't really help. It mostly just blows around hot air. Ick.
In other news, my bloodwork came back from the lab and my baby tested negative for Downs Syndrome and Trisomy 18. Hooray for baby! Ouch for me because I have a huge blue and black bruise from where they took 5 viles of blood from my arm to do the tests.
It was an interesting time at the doctor visit last week. I went in for a sonogram because they had to measure the fluid behind the baby's neck, the bridge of the baby's nose and also how long baby is from head to butt. All of this measuring is to find out if the baby is growing properly, etc, etc. Well, in order to take all of these measurements the baby has to be in a certain position. If the baby is not in the ideal position for the measurements, the nurse just jostles my tummy around and the baby will turn over pretty quick. Pretty routine. In-and-out procedure.
Oh, no, no. Not for my baby.
My baby REFUSES to turn over. Instead she just sucks her thumb and looks at us. The nurse keeps jostling my tummy (Wilson and I ate lunch before we got to the doctor so her pushing down on my stomach REALLY made me have to go pee). Baby won't budge. Nurse pushes down some more. Baby waves at us. *sigh*
This goes on for about 30 minutes. The whole time the nurse is TALKING to my baby, trying to coax it into position. And not just talking...she's using this high pitched, I'm-talking-to-a-baby, goo goo gaa gaa, kind of voice. It's driving me nuts.
Finally I tell the nurse that I don't think my baby is going cooperate today and that we'll come back tomorrow and try again.
Sheesh.
When I got home, you better believe that I gave that little lovely, lemon-sized baby of mine a good talking to. She may come from two nonconformist, uncooperative parents, but I'll be darned if she doesn't do what she's told tomorrow at the doctor's.
So I went back the next day and baby did everything perfectly, and without any back-talking or sass.
I hope that this was not a sign of what is to come.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Honeys
Here is a picture of Wilson and I, in case some of you have never seen him. I actually don't think anyone has met him except for my parents and Cheli. But that will change soon, I imagine.We are going to the doctor tomorrow to get all my blood work done. Fun stuff.
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