Feb 17, 2014 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
Edition: We took the show on the road to the baby’s room
Size of baby: Almost four lbs or so I hear from the Baby Bump emails I get every week. I haven’t done additional research to back this up.
Fun fact: The baby likes to hang out with it’s head on the left side of my stomach. This probably means I poke it in the eye whenever I touch it.
Size of mother: Up about 2.5 el bees since my appointment last month. Grand total of 141.2.
What’s on the menu: Sweet potato fries.
Worst part of the week: Flying back from Massachusetts. If I had to sit for one more hour I probably would have gone crazy and/or had a meltdown. Which are basically the same thing. My apologizes to my row mates who had to deal with ALL THE MOVING and ALL THE OPENING OF GUM WRAPPERS in order to ward off back problems and nausea. My life is so glamorous.
Best part of the week: Getting more Sesame’s room done (pictures forthcoming!) and seeing tiny little bits of hair sticking up off the baby’s head on the ultrasound.
Other things I have to say: At my appointment on Wednesday the midwife said I was measuring smaller than I should be so she scheduled an ultrasound on Friday. (It’s worth noting that this was the first appointment I was sure they’d comment on how I was getting bigger.) She called me when she saw the results and said I need to have a follow up ultrasound today. It appears my fluid levels are too low so she told me to drink 100+ oz of water each day over the weekend. You know what’s hard to do when you’re not thirsty? DRINK ALL THAT WATER. I feel like I’m drowning.
We picked the baby’s coming home outfit. I wanted them to be similar to clothes Christopher and I would wear and this is what we came up with.
I made a headband to go with the dress because of course.
I realized lately that for all my talk of not keeping the baby’s name a secret I’ve never mentioned them here. Our boy’s name is Carter Lee and the girl’s is either Annabelle Lee or Katherine Lee. One of us is for Katherine and the other is for Annabelle. Feel free to share your opinion. Whichever first name we don’t use this time we’ll use for the next baby girl. If you pick my name I’ll send you a Dunkin Donuts gift card. Carter was the last name of a friend who died of cancer a few years ago, Katherine would be after Katie and Annabelle is just a name we like. Lee is a family name of Christopher’s. My dad’s middle name is Grant so a little boy of ours down the road will have it for a middle name. We do what we can to keep the Civil War debate alive!
Feb 15, 2014 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
Sometimes it’s feast or famine when it comes to blogging material. We’ve just been hit by a feast because all the sudden I have SO MANY THINGS to say. I’ll do my best to keep things brief.
Our Olympic opening ceremony party was a success. I won’t give my opinions on everything, but I think we can sum it up by saying the Russians very clearly skipped over any unsavory parts of their history and that Vlad was pretty unimpressed by the whole show.
Unless that is his impressed face?
Last week I went home for my baby shower. There was snow! And ice! And I loved it! I know. You’re all sick and tired of snow but I hadn’t seen any this year.
Aaron had the distinct privilege of driving me and Sesame to the shower. Look how thrilled he was. Now that I think about it, he looks about this thrilled in every picture I’ve ever posted. He almost gives Vlad a run for his money.
We asked the guests to bring bath toys to donate to Operation Shower. I surrendered my camera over to others for the party so we don’t have any pictures of what was brought. Which is just another way of saying I wasn’t on the ball enough to ask someone to take a picture of the rubber whale.
Thanks to my slightly unphotogenic self there aren’t many pictures of me opening gifts where I don’t look completely bored or like I’m glowering at Elizabeth. I was neither bored nor glowering, but the pictures tell a different story. This picture passed my over-critical inspection. Look how excited Hannah was about the blanket Marisa made me!
I call this The Aftermath. I have no idea what the furry thing near the yellow ribbon on the floor is. I know for certain I wasn’t given a rabbit.
I shipped all the gifts down so I plan on taking more pictures once they arrive . Nothing is more riveting than pictures of hangers or bottles.
Elizabeth objected to Mom touching my stomach in this picture. I don’t understand why since it’s not her stomach. As long as people abide by my rule of not touching too high or too low I really don’t mind.
On the way back to Tennessee I flew out of Boston and had a layover in Washington DC. When I finally got to my seat on the first plane (it takes a long time to get to row 33) I sat next to a young couple traveling home to California. They were unmarried and had been vacationing in a warmer climate and while they had a great time, they didn’t like their hotel. They didn’t tell me any of that information. I just so happened to overhear while “reading” my book. Anyway. The man leaned over and asked me if we were going to Washington state or “the other Washington”. I will be the first to admit that I’m terrible with directions, but it seems slightly important to know where you’re traveling to. I said we would be landing in the District of Columbia aka the other Washington. I almost asked where he was when all the announcements about THE NATION’S CAPITAL and RANDOM SECURITY CHECKS BEFORE ENTERING THE DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA were being made but I didn’t. Instead I suggested they exit the aircraft using the designated doors immediately if they were on the wrong plane. But then we took off so who knows if they ever made it home.
All I know is now I’m back with my main squeeze and I have no plans of going anywhere for a long time. Rushing through an airport when I only have a 12 minutes layover AND I GO TO THE WRONG TERMINAL OMG is too much for me. I have decided to never fly with Sesame once he/she is evicted from Hotel Womb. Covered wagon all the way.
Feb 8, 2014 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
The day I told Katie about Sesame was the day she told me about her baby. She didn’t tell me so much as I figured it out when she started giggling uncontrollably and I knew EXACTLY what was up. When you know someone for 21 years you can tell these things.
We told each other about our babies the same day, our due dates are 3 days apart and today, by sheer coincidence, we’re each having a baby shower on opposite sides of the country.
Sarah and Katie, best friends since 1993.
Sesame and Coconut, best friends since 2014, aka their womb days.
Feb 4, 2014 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
Edition: It’s getting really awkward to pose by myself all the time
Size of baby: About 16 inches, 3 1/3 lbs. The baby’s come a long way from it’s kidney bean size days.
Fun fact: More of a want than a fact, but I hope Sesame Pie is plumping out in the cheeks department.
Size of mother: Up about 1.7 lbs to a grand total of 140.7. I’ve come a long way from the 115 lbs days when I get married.
Worst part of the week: I ran out of one of my medications on Friday. It took four days of phone calls to different doctors and I really thought the refill wasn’t going to go through. DESPERATE TIMES, PEOPLE. God bless Ulla at the Walmart pharmacy for her efforts in getting it because I was desperate. If I didn’t have strong dislike toward names starting with U, I’d consider naming the baby after her.
Best part of the week: Besides the obvious joy of being reunited with my medicine, the best part of the week award goes to not getting sick even though I felt bad all week.
Other things I have to say:
1. Elizabeth and I painted the frames for the elephant pictures in the baby’s room. They look so adorable and one of these months they might actually migrate from the sitting on the floor to hanging on the wall.
2. It’s bedtime! My favorite time of the day!
Jan 28, 2014 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
Well.
It’s Monday.
You know how I’m sure? Because our recyclable bin blew over and the recyclables went all over the yard. And because I spent all morning and half the afternoon trying to get the printer to work and when it finally did, I discovered we’re out of black ink. Black was the one and only color I needed. Then I tried to make Greek dip and we didn’t have enough sour cream. Not to mention that I almost overcooked the noodles for my soup. Do you know how hard it is to overcook Ramen noodles?? VERY HARD. (Technical note- I can’t eat the noodles that come in the Ramen package so I have to buy a weird Asian version that comes with rice noodles instead. I take the seasoning packet from the real Ramen, the noodles from the fake Ramen and cook myself up a very fancee meal. It becomes somewhat complicated for what is in reality a one pan/two ingredient dish.)
But enough about me!
Edition: We didn’t take a picture yet but it will probably look a lot like last weeks
Size of baby: Almost 16” and about 3lbs.
Fun fact: Sesame’s teeth have developed and are hanging out below the gums.
What’s on the menu: Based on the Ramen story, obviously only the finest and most nutritious of foods.
Worst part of the week: Billy Ray Cyrus didn’t have it all that bad if his biggest issue was his achy breaky heart. I’d like to write a hit about my heartburn and swollen, sore, and achy back. Wouldn’t that be a fun song that tops the charts?
Best part of the week: 1) Christopher feeling the baby hiccup. 2) Two smocked dresses I ordered came today. My stash of girl’s clothes is 12x bigger than my stash of boy clothes. That means the baby is almost guaranteed to be a boy.
Jan 24, 2014 | Sesame, Uncategorized, What's going on |
I don’t know that you’ll be able to handle how exciting our life has been lately, so let me present it in bullet form:
* Christopher took a sleeping pill Thursday night and slept until 2 o’clock Friday afternoon
* We got caught up on laundry for all of 3.5 hours
* We bought an over-the-door shoe rack (CAN YOU BELIEVE THE EXCITEMENT?)
* The heating man came to fix the broken heat only to tell me, and I quote, “Have the homeowners move the thermostat to a better location.” In a world where it takes the property manager five weeks to even respond to emails, I doubt they’d be on board with any non-emergency construction.
* We discussed taking our Christmas trees down but haven’t actually done it yet. The fake tree obviously isn’t in danger of dying and the real tree is so carefully preserved in our frigid 50% of the time house that it’s held up quite nicely. I did take the ornaments off the real tree a few weeks ago so all we have is a bare pine tree wrapped in a tree skirt taking up a corner of the living room. It’s very klassy. Decorators of the year over here!
In other words, nothing has been going on our lives are so full of activities worthy of appearing on the cover of Time magazine that I can barely breathe.
Speaking of breathing, our second childbirth class was this week. Side note: I HATE the word birthing.
We watched a MUCH MUCH MUCH too up close and personal video from the 70’s of a lady having her baby and of the six people in the room, only two enjoyed the experience. One was the teacher and the other was the Chatty Cathy Doula in training. Quiet Sidekick Doula in training didn’t say much but I noticed she moved so a pillow was in a strategic location between her and the tv. The other dad in the room, who already has a daughter, almost passed out on the couch. His wife was giggling too much from how embarrassing the whole thing was to look. I looked as little as possible because UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL. Christopher was blessed beyond measure to be working late and miss the class. Unfortunately his absence meant Chatty Cathy Doula offered to be my husband when we had to practice the exercises, but ANYTHING to get away from the video.
While we’re on the topic of babies (since we’re on a rabbit trail of topics here anyway), I’d like to discuss for a moment how creating a baby registry is nothing like creating a wedding registry. Wedding registries are all fun and games and “OOOOHHH!!!! Look at this carrot peeler! Let’s put that fancy cutting board on the list! Don’t forget the wine glasses!! And we need the swivel-top trash can to complete our kitchen decor! Isn’t this fun?” Five hours later the people who accompanied you are sitting in the massage chairs wondering when you’ll be done.
Baby registries are a whole different ball game. Heaven forbid you choose the wrong ring stacking toy and suddenly your child is destined to be behind it’s peers for life. Amazon has more than 7 pages of ring stacker toys to choose from. Wooden, plastic, or cloth? Rainbow or pattered? Turtle or Veggie Tale themed? Five or seven rings? Rainbow or ombre? All organic materials? WHY DO THEY MAKE PICKING A TOY SO COMPLICATED? These toy designers need to simmer on down and remember that kids like playing with boxes from the recycling bin. I excel when it comes to over-thinking very small and unimportant decisions so it took me 15 hours to decided on this one.
Don’t ask how long it took me to decided on a pack n play pattern.
PS. I can’t even imagine how I would feel to be this woman. I take that back. I imagine A LOT of tears.
