My apologies for not blogging for a couple days...I was up at Camp Orkila on Orcas Island leading a Diversity & Inclusion Training for 230 summer staff members. So, needless to say I was not connected while in the San Juans.
I am not headed up to the cabin for 4th of July weekend and there is no internet there. Sorry folks...I'll try to make my next post a good one. = )
Happy 4th of July!
Friday, July 1, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
30 weeks and slowly losing it
I'm not losing my mind, but I'm pretty much losing everything else. I would say sleep, but I gave up on sleep when I was 15 so that one doesn't count, but here is what I'm losing:
patience...with everyone, but especially the gross neighbor who lets her 2 dogs bark all day
my appetite
the ability to put on my own socks
comfort
a cute wardrobe
energy
the ability to see the light at the end of the tunnel
my belly button
one-toned skin on my face - stupid melasma
my social security card (this doesn't really count, but I did lose it)
I have felt pregnant for like 2 years...is this normal? Don't get me wrong, we wanted this more than anything and tried for a while to make it happen, but thinking about doing it again makes my head spin.
Today at work I was multi-tasking on super speed...no big deal...but trying to prepare for the next 6 months of my life is really hard. Not only am I getting ready for my 5 week summer program working with 120 incoming 9th graders, but I'm also preparing for 2, 3-hour Diversity & Inclusion trainings up at Camp Orkila for over 100 staff members...AND trying to plan out everything for the fall so the students still get served by the Y even though I'll be on maternity leave. Thank god the school closes at 3pm in the summer...they rushed everyone out of the building right at 2:59...so I get to "work from home", which means constantly refresh my email and have my work cell handy.
Doing all of this as pregnant as I am is EXHAUSTING!!! I'm such a whiner...seriously! By this time at night (6:30pm) I'm totally wiped out...barely able to put on my slipper boots (best Old Navy purchase in a long time)...worried I won't be able to stay awake to watch Pretty Little Liars and not even wanting the delicious dinner that The Husband has prepared.
patience...with everyone, but especially the gross neighbor who lets her 2 dogs bark all day
my appetite
the ability to put on my own socks
comfort
a cute wardrobe
energy
the ability to see the light at the end of the tunnel
my belly button
one-toned skin on my face - stupid melasma
my social security card (this doesn't really count, but I did lose it)
I have felt pregnant for like 2 years...is this normal? Don't get me wrong, we wanted this more than anything and tried for a while to make it happen, but thinking about doing it again makes my head spin.
Today at work I was multi-tasking on super speed...no big deal...but trying to prepare for the next 6 months of my life is really hard. Not only am I getting ready for my 5 week summer program working with 120 incoming 9th graders, but I'm also preparing for 2, 3-hour Diversity & Inclusion trainings up at Camp Orkila for over 100 staff members...AND trying to plan out everything for the fall so the students still get served by the Y even though I'll be on maternity leave. Thank god the school closes at 3pm in the summer...they rushed everyone out of the building right at 2:59...so I get to "work from home", which means constantly refresh my email and have my work cell handy.
Doing all of this as pregnant as I am is EXHAUSTING!!! I'm such a whiner...seriously! By this time at night (6:30pm) I'm totally wiped out...barely able to put on my slipper boots (best Old Navy purchase in a long time)...worried I won't be able to stay awake to watch Pretty Little Liars and not even wanting the delicious dinner that The Husband has prepared.
Monday, June 27, 2011
family
Sorry for the brief hiatus...I was in Oroville, CA for a little family time from Thursday until late last night.
So, being with my moms family definitely made me think about family in general. We were in Oroville for my grandma's memorial service. My sister and I called her "Plain Grandma" because we only had a grandma on my moms side (plain) and a grandma and grandpa on my dads side. It made perfect sense to us to call her "Plain Grandma"...not sure if we called her that to her face, but there is a good possibility we did. Her memorial was short and sweet, but left me feeling a little sad. Of course memorials should make you feel a little sad, but this was different. There were a lot of people there, but when it came time for people to share stories or memories...only two people shared. I think more people should have had something to say...she did have four kids and only one of them spoke. I know, I know...I could've stood up and said something, but I read a poem as part of the service and felt I had talked enough.
Sometimes its fun to compare families. My moms family couldn't be more different than my dads family. The one thing both families have in common is they both like to drink. One family drinks a lot of wine and the other drinks Budweiser out of cans, but drinking is the common theme. If you really want to add in some spice, you can throw in The Husband's family for a third comparison. I think it's strange how my parents ended up together being raised in such different families, but The Husband and I ended up together and our families are pretty different, too. It makes me wonder what our kids (yes we're planning on having more than one) will say about our families.
I think both of my families...moms side and dads side...are a lot of fun. My dad has three sisters and I have three girl cousins and we're all close in age...between me, my sister and our cousins our ages are 30, 31, 32, 33 and 34. When you throw in The Husband and two other husbands...it's a pretty fun, young group. My mom has two brothers and a sister and there are a lot of cousins in the mix of all ages, but it's the adults in this family that make it fun. My uncles are total cowboys and love the hell out of me and my sister. We shoot guns, ride ATVs, drink cheap beer and laugh a lot with them.
I honestly love both families equally...can everyone say that? I wonder if our son will say that about his extended families?
If you know me at all...you're giggling a little right now.
Look ma...no swear words in this one!!
So, being with my moms family definitely made me think about family in general. We were in Oroville for my grandma's memorial service. My sister and I called her "Plain Grandma" because we only had a grandma on my moms side (plain) and a grandma and grandpa on my dads side. It made perfect sense to us to call her "Plain Grandma"...not sure if we called her that to her face, but there is a good possibility we did. Her memorial was short and sweet, but left me feeling a little sad. Of course memorials should make you feel a little sad, but this was different. There were a lot of people there, but when it came time for people to share stories or memories...only two people shared. I think more people should have had something to say...she did have four kids and only one of them spoke. I know, I know...I could've stood up and said something, but I read a poem as part of the service and felt I had talked enough.
Sometimes its fun to compare families. My moms family couldn't be more different than my dads family. The one thing both families have in common is they both like to drink. One family drinks a lot of wine and the other drinks Budweiser out of cans, but drinking is the common theme. If you really want to add in some spice, you can throw in The Husband's family for a third comparison. I think it's strange how my parents ended up together being raised in such different families, but The Husband and I ended up together and our families are pretty different, too. It makes me wonder what our kids (yes we're planning on having more than one) will say about our families.
I think both of my families...moms side and dads side...are a lot of fun. My dad has three sisters and I have three girl cousins and we're all close in age...between me, my sister and our cousins our ages are 30, 31, 32, 33 and 34. When you throw in The Husband and two other husbands...it's a pretty fun, young group. My mom has two brothers and a sister and there are a lot of cousins in the mix of all ages, but it's the adults in this family that make it fun. My uncles are total cowboys and love the hell out of me and my sister. We shoot guns, ride ATVs, drink cheap beer and laugh a lot with them.
I honestly love both families equally...can everyone say that? I wonder if our son will say that about his extended families?
If you know me at all...you're giggling a little right now.
Look ma...no swear words in this one!!
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
what kind of mom will I be?
So, today I was having a conversation with one of my close friends about toys..which definitely got me thinking about what kind of mom I'll be in general.
I have all these ideas, but I know the reality will be very different. For example, I don't want my house to be overrun with toys. I get that kids like toys, but babies are entertained by simple things like kleenex boxes, locked cell phones and remote controls...do they really need a million blocks, stuffed animals, and plastic stuff? One of The Husband's friends has a one in one out rule for any toys. If their child gets a new toy, they have to choose an old toy to donate. I love this idea!! I also think there are good storage options for housing toys. Have you ever walked into someone house and seen stacks of toys in every corner? Yuck! I'd like to utilize our basement as play space, but also have a nice storage unit (maybe one that is also a bench for more seating) that hides all the toys when baby Beals isn't playing with them.
I realize I need to think a little sooner than toys...like sleeping. So many people have baby sleep in their room with them...in a bassinet or a pack and play or their bed (weird). I don't want to do that. Our closest friends put their baby in his crib in the other room right away. I'd like to think that is what we'll do. I know I'll be tired...really, I know...but I don't think I'll bitch and moan too much about walking a little further to his room to feed him or change him or soothe him.
I'm sure all of my parent friends have opinions on these things and I'd love to hear them. Not everything works the same for everyone, but I KNOW you all had a vision of how you'd do things before your bundle of joy appeared.
I have all these ideas, but I know the reality will be very different. For example, I don't want my house to be overrun with toys. I get that kids like toys, but babies are entertained by simple things like kleenex boxes, locked cell phones and remote controls...do they really need a million blocks, stuffed animals, and plastic stuff? One of The Husband's friends has a one in one out rule for any toys. If their child gets a new toy, they have to choose an old toy to donate. I love this idea!! I also think there are good storage options for housing toys. Have you ever walked into someone house and seen stacks of toys in every corner? Yuck! I'd like to utilize our basement as play space, but also have a nice storage unit (maybe one that is also a bench for more seating) that hides all the toys when baby Beals isn't playing with them.
I realize I need to think a little sooner than toys...like sleeping. So many people have baby sleep in their room with them...in a bassinet or a pack and play or their bed (weird). I don't want to do that. Our closest friends put their baby in his crib in the other room right away. I'd like to think that is what we'll do. I know I'll be tired...really, I know...but I don't think I'll bitch and moan too much about walking a little further to his room to feed him or change him or soothe him.
I'm sure all of my parent friends have opinions on these things and I'd love to hear them. Not everything works the same for everyone, but I KNOW you all had a vision of how you'd do things before your bundle of joy appeared.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
new enemy
Take that!
Clearly today was just proof that I need a little vacation. Any suggestions?
Monday, June 20, 2011
3 weeks
So, The Husband got a new job...yay for him...and with that came 3 weeks off. Oh Jesus...3 weeks is a lifetime to that man.
Today was his first day off and he was calling me at work by 9:15...bored. He had already finished his book, read the whole paper and walked to get coffee. It's a good thing the school year is almost over and my summer program doesn't start until July 11th because I'll be able to entertain him at least a little from time to time.
He did manage to clean out most of the garage because, surprise surprise, that is his new project! He is going to make it into a work-out room.
Up to the minute update: 8:10pm "hey, I'm going to stare at the garage for a little bit" - The Husband
OK, back to his day. There were a lot of misc building materials from the countless other projects he's done so he decided to take a huge load of trash to the transfer station. At the same time he's being all ambitious, I'm at work feeling like shit. I think it was a combination of the school being hot, worrying about the vague call I got from my doctor, and being so annoyed about my room being given to someone else, but I got super light-headed and clammy...so I went home for the day. I arrived home to an empty house...got a big glass of water and laid down on the couch. I'm not there for 5 minutes when I get a call from him. "Don't hate me" - oh shit...what now? "I'm at the transfer station and I forgot my wallet". I immediately channeled my non-existent New Jersey relatives and swore up a storm. Seriously? Today...of all days?? If this is any indication of what the next 3 weeks will be like than this blog will get better and better.
Sorry, no pictures today.
Oh, and if you're keeping up...I FAILED my first glucose test. Dammit! Now I have to go in on Wednesday for a 3 hour test and more of that yucky sugar drink. Awesome!
Today was his first day off and he was calling me at work by 9:15...bored. He had already finished his book, read the whole paper and walked to get coffee. It's a good thing the school year is almost over and my summer program doesn't start until July 11th because I'll be able to entertain him at least a little from time to time.
He did manage to clean out most of the garage because, surprise surprise, that is his new project! He is going to make it into a work-out room.
Up to the minute update: 8:10pm "hey, I'm going to stare at the garage for a little bit" - The Husband
OK, back to his day. There were a lot of misc building materials from the countless other projects he's done so he decided to take a huge load of trash to the transfer station. At the same time he's being all ambitious, I'm at work feeling like shit. I think it was a combination of the school being hot, worrying about the vague call I got from my doctor, and being so annoyed about my room being given to someone else, but I got super light-headed and clammy...so I went home for the day. I arrived home to an empty house...got a big glass of water and laid down on the couch. I'm not there for 5 minutes when I get a call from him. "Don't hate me" - oh shit...what now? "I'm at the transfer station and I forgot my wallet". I immediately channeled my non-existent New Jersey relatives and swore up a storm. Seriously? Today...of all days?? If this is any indication of what the next 3 weeks will be like than this blog will get better and better.
Sorry, no pictures today.
Oh, and if you're keeping up...I FAILED my first glucose test. Dammit! Now I have to go in on Wednesday for a 3 hour test and more of that yucky sugar drink. Awesome!
Sunday, June 19, 2011
west seattle farmers market
Today was my first time at the West Seattle Farmers Market. Isn't it shameful that I've lived here in WS since 2004 and have never been? Whoops. Anyway, I think I was expecting magic beans, lots of fresh veggies and melt-in-your-mouth baked goods, but instead was underwhelmed with vegan baked goods, mediocre looking vegetable starts and NO MAGIC BEANS!! Now, I wasn't in the best mood...The Husband actually said "it's kind of hard to be around you when you're in a bad mood". Ouch. I think I was being stinky because the weather was cold and rainy all goddamn weekend, the Starbucks by our house cannot make a black and white mocha to save their life and I've been getting pretty shitty sleep...like forever. This is no excuse to be in a bad mood to a soon-to-be father on Father's Day, I know, but it is at least a couple reasons that knocked me down a few pegs.
The day immediately turned around after another West Seattle first...our first trip to The Original Bakery near the Vashon Ferry. Now, it's not that the baked goods were amazing, but 2 of my former students work there...who knew? They were so cute and excited to see that I was pregnant! So, when I say the baked goods weren't amazing what I mean is that we went in at like 1pm...so there was barely anything left. I assume that means this is a popular destination and therefore will be one of the places a walk to with baby Beals when he arrives.
If you noticed (and when I say you I clearly mean the 3 of you who read this) I didn't blog on Saturday. When I said I would blog everyday of my third trimester, what I meant was that I would blog everyday OTHER than Saturday. Cool? Until there are a million readers begging to hear the random shit that comes out of my head everyday...6 days a week it is!
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| we did buy some lettuce starts |
The day immediately turned around after another West Seattle first...our first trip to The Original Bakery near the Vashon Ferry. Now, it's not that the baked goods were amazing, but 2 of my former students work there...who knew? They were so cute and excited to see that I was pregnant! So, when I say the baked goods weren't amazing what I mean is that we went in at like 1pm...so there was barely anything left. I assume that means this is a popular destination and therefore will be one of the places a walk to with baby Beals when he arrives.
If you noticed (and when I say you I clearly mean the 3 of you who read this) I didn't blog on Saturday. When I said I would blog everyday of my third trimester, what I meant was that I would blog everyday OTHER than Saturday. Cool? Until there are a million readers begging to hear the random shit that comes out of my head everyday...6 days a week it is!
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