I swear I have a leak. Staying at home has really allowed me to start eating healthy, or healthier than I was eating before, and now I cant seem to stop passing gas. I dont know what it is about a good diet that just makes me have to...
So I am sure thats not really what you want to read about. But its whats going on in MY life. About the only thing, that is :)
I just re-read over my last entry and realized all I wrote about was Loki. Although he is charming and cute, I have to remember this is a blog about PREGNANCY! duh.
So back to the focus of the blog...Riley. Things continue to progress well and I think I say this every week, but he is definitely running out of room now. I am getting nervous for how big I am about to get in the upcoming weeks. I caught a side view of my belly last night and almost died. BEEEP, BEEEP, BEEEEP...wide load coming through!!!!!!!!
But Riley is good. We heard his heartbeat yesterday and he is moving all around. The other night I found out he is ticklish and have been torturing him at random times. Its the cutest thing. I tickle my stomach and he kicks back. Now that I think of it. I guess I should stop or else he might come out with some fear of being tickled. And that would be bad. That could be one of those Jack Handy sayings from Sat Night Live. Not sure how, but it reminds me of one. Maybe of the clown one. Ohh, whatever...
So Nick and I went to Breastfeeding class the other night. And that was pretty much pointless. Our instructor looked about 16 years old and had the focus of a rat in a pile of cheese. She basically read off the powerpoint and every 12 seconds her phone would buzz and then she'd lose focus and have to go back 2 slides. Just about the only amusement we had in the class was when Larry the Cable Guy in the back row asked this poor innocent girl if breast milk was ok for adults to drink and asked when he could start putting it to his wife after she gives birth. Get 'er done! Even I got embarrassed when he asked that one!
But the most amusing part of the whole class is when our instructor began showing pictures of what a babys poop should look like the first week after birth in a diaper. She began talking about the mustardy yellow poop and explained how the poop should be bigger than a quarter. Then she shows this picture of a diaper with a mustardy poop next to a quarter and Nick says "Whoa, babies poop money?" I almost fell out of my chair. I began laughing so hard that tears started rolling down my face and I almost peed my pants. I actually had to apologize to the instructor because I couldnt stop laughing. The only thing that made me stop was the damn granola couple behind us who were obviously appalled that I could laugh at such a thing and whispered something to the effect of "how immature." Whatever people. ITS POOP! Of course its funny. I feel sorry for their unborn child and the cloth diapers he has to sit in while mom and dad pine over how perfect they are.
This was the same couple that was in our last class and were upset because the delivery room lights made a buzzing noise and they want to have a 'natural' delivery, apparently without any noise.
I guess that is the highlight of the week.
My friend Jenny came through town today and reminded me of something very important. I was telling her a story of how the blue jays outside our house were torturing Loki the other day and she stopped me and said "Wow, this is probably the last time you have in your life to really take things like that in. You probably wont have a time like this again until after Riley is 18..."
Man. She is right. I better use these last two months to really get some sleep, watch the cats, read, eat good food, talk to friends etc. Cause once he is born...
I guess I will just be taking in everything he does...which wont be so bad.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Loki: the most appropriately named cat
So I was thinking after this weekends shenanigans that I should create a blog site just for Loki. I have never owned a beast quite like this one. And he is a beast. Now weighing in at 9.5 pounds and all muscle, this silly little cat is controlling this house. Or at least me, in this house.
Aside from being addicted to bleach, tearing up toilet paper rolls, knocking over the trash can repeatedly, trying to get into the baby's crib, climbing up the drapes and being addicted to bleach...Loki is just your average, loving kitten. HA!
I have never seen an animal react to bleach quite like this one. While cleaning the bathroom this weekend I sprayed Clorox in the tub and within 2 seconds Loki screeched into the bathroom and barrel rolled into the tub, screaming. When I picked him up to throw him out the door and close the bathroom door, he turned around in mid air and somehow made it back to the tub before I could even get my hand on the door knob. This happened at least 3 times. It was amazing.
So naturally, after the 4th unsuccessful time, I screamed for Nick and now both of us were chasing this little beast trying to get him out of the bathroom. Man, he is fast. If I had known that Clorox bleach was the equivalent to crack for cats I would have locked him in our bedroom. Somehow I doubt that would have made a difference though cause once Nick got him out of the bathroom, he closed both hallway doors and locked Loki in the dining room. And this is when I knew Loki needed a bleach intervention. Or BA. Bleach Anonymous. He sat at the dining room door (note: with the hallway in between 2 closed doors), screaming and rolling around sticking his paws under the door to try and get to the fumes of the bleach for almost an hour. (I will try to download the video of him rolling around outside the hallway door). I was actually a little worried since his nose had white crust around it and he behavior was erratic. But as Nick always says: "he had a good run."
Even after the bathroom aired out, Loki stayed in there most of the day trying to huff himself into oblivion. That is until we started to put the baby's crib together. Then he had to come get in the way of that too!
And he didnt stop there. At around 12:30am I woke up to use the bathroom and this is what I found...
Aside from being addicted to bleach, tearing up toilet paper rolls, knocking over the trash can repeatedly, trying to get into the baby's crib, climbing up the drapes and being addicted to bleach...Loki is just your average, loving kitten. HA!
I have never seen an animal react to bleach quite like this one. While cleaning the bathroom this weekend I sprayed Clorox in the tub and within 2 seconds Loki screeched into the bathroom and barrel rolled into the tub, screaming. When I picked him up to throw him out the door and close the bathroom door, he turned around in mid air and somehow made it back to the tub before I could even get my hand on the door knob. This happened at least 3 times. It was amazing.
So naturally, after the 4th unsuccessful time, I screamed for Nick and now both of us were chasing this little beast trying to get him out of the bathroom. Man, he is fast. If I had known that Clorox bleach was the equivalent to crack for cats I would have locked him in our bedroom. Somehow I doubt that would have made a difference though cause once Nick got him out of the bathroom, he closed both hallway doors and locked Loki in the dining room. And this is when I knew Loki needed a bleach intervention. Or BA. Bleach Anonymous. He sat at the dining room door (note: with the hallway in between 2 closed doors), screaming and rolling around sticking his paws under the door to try and get to the fumes of the bleach for almost an hour. (I will try to download the video of him rolling around outside the hallway door). I was actually a little worried since his nose had white crust around it and he behavior was erratic. But as Nick always says: "he had a good run."
Even after the bathroom aired out, Loki stayed in there most of the day trying to huff himself into oblivion. That is until we started to put the baby's crib together. Then he had to come get in the way of that too!
And he didnt stop there. At around 12:30am I woke up to use the bathroom and this is what I found...
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Rileyosaurus Rex
So I spent half the night last night on the coolest website ever. Cafepress.com. Who'da thought they would have T-shirts, sweatshirts, onesies, bibs, messenger bags etc. with the name Riley. They even have t-shirts that say: my cousin Riley loves me. Um, hello, Merry Christmas little nieces and nephews. Er, wait, maybe I shouldnt have given that away. Either way, totally cute. I feel bad cause I must have sent Nick at least 30 emails last night saying: OMG look at this one, OMG, no, look at this one. HAhaha.
On another note. It has been nice being at home. My back pain has decreased quite a bit and my brain has almost completely shut off. Niceeeeee! Just what I was looking for.
Like just the other day...I was with my friend Diane and we were headed to Costco so she could get gas. As she was driving I said something to the effect of: "O, I should get gas too." Um, duh, I would have to be driving MY car to do that. But whatever. My brain just thought: if she's gonna get cheap gas, I should too :)
Other than the constant brain farts, it has been nice to talk with friends and catch up with people I feel like I have been neglecting because of work and stress. I have also taken on the duty of taking pictures of everything the cats do, which Nick loves. NOT! The second he comes home from work I run after him with the camera and say...look at what Loki did today...it was so funny. Or, look, Puppy is sleeping. How cute! I must have taken over 300 pictures of these damn cats in the past week and a half.
This worries me. Greatly actually. Not because I am worried about space on our computer...moreso, what am I going to be like when Riley gets here? I am going to be taking pictures of EVERYTHING he does. I feel sorry for Nick. I can just see it now: Hey honey, look, here's a picture of Riley sleeping, here he is pooping, here is his first smile...blah, blah, blah. I am making myself sick just thinking about it.
Next... :)
Things around here have been pretty boring now that I am home a lot, but everything seems to be progressing well here. I am getting huge, Riley is moving a lot and we got some baby furniture from Nicks sister this weekend (THANKS CODY and JASON!!!). So the room is going to be put together soon and things will feel more real. Or just weird like everything else. My big chore for this week has been going through the clothes they gave us and putting them in the little dresser. Its hard to believe he is going to be THAT small to fit into some of the stuff. And even weirder to think that he is going to grow out of most of that within weeks.
Thank goodness for hand me downs!
One thing I have noticed lately is that people keep asking me: "So do you think you are ready?" I have actually been thinking about that a lot. And I think...Its hard to say. Part of me feels overwhelmed and another part feels like things are going to be hard, but fun. Part of me feels sad, like I have lost a part of my youth and another part of me thinks...wake up dumbass, you cant be a kid forever. Another part of me feels huge, like I want this baby out...so OF COURSE I am ready. And another part thinks...wait, the house isnt clean and the room isnt quite together and I need more sleep, so NO, I am not ready.
I guess we will just have to wait and see. By then, we will HAVE to be ready.
On another note. It has been nice being at home. My back pain has decreased quite a bit and my brain has almost completely shut off. Niceeeeee! Just what I was looking for.
Like just the other day...I was with my friend Diane and we were headed to Costco so she could get gas. As she was driving I said something to the effect of: "O, I should get gas too." Um, duh, I would have to be driving MY car to do that. But whatever. My brain just thought: if she's gonna get cheap gas, I should too :)
Other than the constant brain farts, it has been nice to talk with friends and catch up with people I feel like I have been neglecting because of work and stress. I have also taken on the duty of taking pictures of everything the cats do, which Nick loves. NOT! The second he comes home from work I run after him with the camera and say...look at what Loki did today...it was so funny. Or, look, Puppy is sleeping. How cute! I must have taken over 300 pictures of these damn cats in the past week and a half.
This worries me. Greatly actually. Not because I am worried about space on our computer...moreso, what am I going to be like when Riley gets here? I am going to be taking pictures of EVERYTHING he does. I feel sorry for Nick. I can just see it now: Hey honey, look, here's a picture of Riley sleeping, here he is pooping, here is his first smile...blah, blah, blah. I am making myself sick just thinking about it.
Next... :)
Things around here have been pretty boring now that I am home a lot, but everything seems to be progressing well here. I am getting huge, Riley is moving a lot and we got some baby furniture from Nicks sister this weekend (THANKS CODY and JASON!!!). So the room is going to be put together soon and things will feel more real. Or just weird like everything else. My big chore for this week has been going through the clothes they gave us and putting them in the little dresser. Its hard to believe he is going to be THAT small to fit into some of the stuff. And even weirder to think that he is going to grow out of most of that within weeks.
Thank goodness for hand me downs!
One thing I have noticed lately is that people keep asking me: "So do you think you are ready?" I have actually been thinking about that a lot. And I think...Its hard to say. Part of me feels overwhelmed and another part feels like things are going to be hard, but fun. Part of me feels sad, like I have lost a part of my youth and another part of me thinks...wake up dumbass, you cant be a kid forever. Another part of me feels huge, like I want this baby out...so OF COURSE I am ready. And another part thinks...wait, the house isnt clean and the room isnt quite together and I need more sleep, so NO, I am not ready.
I guess we will just have to wait and see. By then, we will HAVE to be ready.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
New Pictures of Riley
Scroll down just a little bit to see the new pictures of Riley. And all the way down to see new pics of me and fatboy Loki.
The ultrasound lady was real sweet and gave us some profile pics and a front view of him. What a trip!!! Nick says he has my nose and chin. I can kinda see it. I think he has Nicks eyes. And definitely Nicks GIANT head!!!!!!
Nick said when the lady measured his head she wrote "10cm" in her note. Um, I'm sorry. Isnt that the width I am supposed to be at birth? Ya, thats what I thought. And he still has 2 more months for that head to grow. Jeeeez! I am finally starting to understand that man joke I hear all the time "put a stitch in for daddy." I wont even continue on with where my brain has been going for the last 2 hours. Clark knows what I am talking about :) hehe. Actually, I am quite sure I wont be laughing...
The good thing though is that he seems healthy. Was kicking and squirming around the entire time. The ultrasound lady said "he does not like this ultrasound at all!" Apparently he kept turning away from her. Good, he is cooperative. NOT! Hahahah.
The ultrasound lady was real sweet and gave us some profile pics and a front view of him. What a trip!!! Nick says he has my nose and chin. I can kinda see it. I think he has Nicks eyes. And definitely Nicks GIANT head!!!!!!
Nick said when the lady measured his head she wrote "10cm" in her note. Um, I'm sorry. Isnt that the width I am supposed to be at birth? Ya, thats what I thought. And he still has 2 more months for that head to grow. Jeeeez! I am finally starting to understand that man joke I hear all the time "put a stitch in for daddy." I wont even continue on with where my brain has been going for the last 2 hours. Clark knows what I am talking about :) hehe. Actually, I am quite sure I wont be laughing...
The good thing though is that he seems healthy. Was kicking and squirming around the entire time. The ultrasound lady said "he does not like this ultrasound at all!" Apparently he kept turning away from her. Good, he is cooperative. NOT! Hahahah.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Ultrasound
So, we are having another ultrasound tomorrow to make sure my placenta is in the correct place.
Although that sounds scary or bad, its actually pretty sweet cause most people dont get a 2nd ultrasound and I am about 90% sure everything is where its supposed to be. So its cool cause we'll be able to see what our little man looks like in better detail.
Now I can finally see where his butt is to see if thats whats causing all this ab pain :) Speaking of...you should see Nicks dance for when Riley moves around. Its pretty funny.
I will try to post the pictures tomorrow...
Although that sounds scary or bad, its actually pretty sweet cause most people dont get a 2nd ultrasound and I am about 90% sure everything is where its supposed to be. So its cool cause we'll be able to see what our little man looks like in better detail.
Now I can finally see where his butt is to see if thats whats causing all this ab pain :) Speaking of...you should see Nicks dance for when Riley moves around. Its pretty funny.
I will try to post the pictures tomorrow...
Friday, May 9, 2008
dis ABILITY
For all you counseling friends of mine, you know that the word 'disability' should not exist in the recovery model of thinking. Well, you would know that if you paid any attention in EDS 165 or whatever it was. Just like we shouldnt say "I work with AT RISK youth." If you had Dr. Borunda for EDC 270 you would know that these kids are AT PROMISE!!!
So...my point is...
I have been dubbed DISABLED by the medical model of thinking due to my temporary DISABILITY of being el prego.
And from this point on...because of my belief in the recovery model...I would like to be called ABLED rather than DISabled because I feel that having children is an ability. HAHAHA.
Ok, so I am totally messing with all of you. Although we were taught that in school, I do not feel as though my situation warrants that modification. I just thought it would be funny to throw that around. I do agree with the positive spin though. For any kind of ability...
So what this blog is really about is me being on DISABILITY!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOO HOOO!
As of today at 4:30pm, I am no longer required to attend work...that is, until 6 + weeks after the baby is born. WHOOO HOOOO! Somebody please drink to that...since I can't.
My work could not provide me with light duty so my midwife took action and saved me from another month of....
Well, I wont even go there.
So I am pretty excited, but am really wondering what the heck I am going to do with the next 2 months. Perhaps read a book. Ooooooh. Perhaps work on the baby's room. Ohhhhh. Perhaps get some sleep. Hmmmm. The possibilites seem to end there, which is sad. Its amazing how much this belly interferes with much cooler things to do. Like surf, raft, bike ride, drink beer etc.
Actually I am thinking I will make some CDs, lay out in the backyard, visit local friends, serve Nick all day, pet the cats....
Wait, that list doesnt sound any better than my first list did. Well, except for the seeing friends part. Sorry Nick. Our child will have to be the one that serves you...er, wait. Hehehe.
Oh well. I am sure I will figure it out. I have at least 2 months to come up with something cool or just sit on my butt. Both of which are cool with me.
Jeeez. Listen to me...I am only 2 hours in. Time to chill it out and let the ideas flow.
Now onto a funny story. An unpregnancy story. So, yesterday my crazy neighbor, the one who stands on her porch and screams at anyone passing by, says "I will kill your cat" to me several times as I am walking in the house. Poor Loki and Doozer. All they were trying to do was sniff the pollen and bird poop through our screen door and here this lady starts screaming that she is going to "kill" them.
So I call Nick, sort of laughing, to tell him about what she said and he says "call the police, that is a threat." So I do...
Now to the funny part...
The police suprisingly show up within about 15 minutes and when I invite them in to tell them about the crazy lady, I forget that Reno 911 is on. Just as Deputy Trudy Weigle starts to chase down a homeless lady trying to steal a hot water heater, with Lt. Dangle not too far behind, I realize my error and all I can do is scramble to grab the remote and turn the volume down. And just when I get my whits about me, I look up to see both cops standing there looking at the TV. Oops. And then I see what these cops look like: one cop was a middle aged white guy with a mustache and one was a very large African American man. Perfect! Dangle and Jones in our living room. I didnt know if I should laugh or say sorry. So, I just tried to block the TV and pretend like it wasnt on. K, bad stereotype. But kinda funny timing. (Note: these cops were certaintly nothing like Reno 911. They were actually very professional and on top of things!)
As I am trying to block the TV, Loki and Doozer swoop in. Apparently Doozer LOVES a man in uniform because he was cruising these two cops big time. He started rubbing his face all over this cops hand. I got kind of embarrassed, but these cops loved him!!! They stayed in the house for an extra 10 minutes just talking about cats. Apparently the Deputy Jones look alike is looking for a cat for his kids which I thought was cute. Unfortunately, as cute as I think Loki is, they both liked Doozer better. I think it was cause Loki was laid out in front of them showing all he has. FUPA included. He was too confident, I guess.
Never a dull moment. I swear.
Now onto 2 months of...relaxation!
So...my point is...
I have been dubbed DISABLED by the medical model of thinking due to my temporary DISABILITY of being el prego.
And from this point on...because of my belief in the recovery model...I would like to be called ABLED rather than DISabled because I feel that having children is an ability. HAHAHA.
Ok, so I am totally messing with all of you. Although we were taught that in school, I do not feel as though my situation warrants that modification. I just thought it would be funny to throw that around. I do agree with the positive spin though. For any kind of ability...
So what this blog is really about is me being on DISABILITY!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOO HOOO!
As of today at 4:30pm, I am no longer required to attend work...that is, until 6 + weeks after the baby is born. WHOOO HOOOO! Somebody please drink to that...since I can't.
My work could not provide me with light duty so my midwife took action and saved me from another month of....
Well, I wont even go there.
So I am pretty excited, but am really wondering what the heck I am going to do with the next 2 months. Perhaps read a book. Ooooooh. Perhaps work on the baby's room. Ohhhhh. Perhaps get some sleep. Hmmmm. The possibilites seem to end there, which is sad. Its amazing how much this belly interferes with much cooler things to do. Like surf, raft, bike ride, drink beer etc.
Actually I am thinking I will make some CDs, lay out in the backyard, visit local friends, serve Nick all day, pet the cats....
Wait, that list doesnt sound any better than my first list did. Well, except for the seeing friends part. Sorry Nick. Our child will have to be the one that serves you...er, wait. Hehehe.
Oh well. I am sure I will figure it out. I have at least 2 months to come up with something cool or just sit on my butt. Both of which are cool with me.
Jeeez. Listen to me...I am only 2 hours in. Time to chill it out and let the ideas flow.
Now onto a funny story. An unpregnancy story. So, yesterday my crazy neighbor, the one who stands on her porch and screams at anyone passing by, says "I will kill your cat" to me several times as I am walking in the house. Poor Loki and Doozer. All they were trying to do was sniff the pollen and bird poop through our screen door and here this lady starts screaming that she is going to "kill" them.
So I call Nick, sort of laughing, to tell him about what she said and he says "call the police, that is a threat." So I do...
Now to the funny part...
The police suprisingly show up within about 15 minutes and when I invite them in to tell them about the crazy lady, I forget that Reno 911 is on. Just as Deputy Trudy Weigle starts to chase down a homeless lady trying to steal a hot water heater, with Lt. Dangle not too far behind, I realize my error and all I can do is scramble to grab the remote and turn the volume down. And just when I get my whits about me, I look up to see both cops standing there looking at the TV. Oops. And then I see what these cops look like: one cop was a middle aged white guy with a mustache and one was a very large African American man. Perfect! Dangle and Jones in our living room. I didnt know if I should laugh or say sorry. So, I just tried to block the TV and pretend like it wasnt on. K, bad stereotype. But kinda funny timing. (Note: these cops were certaintly nothing like Reno 911. They were actually very professional and on top of things!)
As I am trying to block the TV, Loki and Doozer swoop in. Apparently Doozer LOVES a man in uniform because he was cruising these two cops big time. He started rubbing his face all over this cops hand. I got kind of embarrassed, but these cops loved him!!! They stayed in the house for an extra 10 minutes just talking about cats. Apparently the Deputy Jones look alike is looking for a cat for his kids which I thought was cute. Unfortunately, as cute as I think Loki is, they both liked Doozer better. I think it was cause Loki was laid out in front of them showing all he has. FUPA included. He was too confident, I guess.
Never a dull moment. I swear.
Now onto 2 months of...relaxation!
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