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If you have a chance, I HIGHLY recommend going to see it.
- This week, she is the size of an ear of corn (about a foot long).
- A stranger asked if I was pregnant (woo hoo!) (Brave person to ask, but I was excited)
- She is kicking enough to make me think she is doing the hokey pokey in the evenings (when she is most active).
- Her bedroom is just about put together, not counting decor. We got the changing table, and have the crib and bassinet. Have almost all the big stuff we "need".
- Her name is almost picked out. (I am still using it in conversation to see if I really like it).
- I saw her moving from outside my belly. She kind of poked out for a split second. I was the only one to see it though.
- I am 2 weeks out from getting "pregnant parking" (aka, good parking spot at work)
- I am still on anti-nausea drugs, because I found out the hard way that they are still needed.
- Discovered that I really like being pregnant. I can't explain why though. It is kind of like being in a perpetually good mood. Or maybe like an ongoing endorphin rush. Either way, it is pretty cool. I now "get" why some women like pregnancy. Once you get over ALL the crap that comes with it, it is pretty cool.
Or, if you happen to be one of the presidential candidates reading my blog -- feel free to expand on your decision.
Fictional Options:
MacGyver: reasoning - Problem solving ability, loyalty, ass-kicking skill
Real Options (dead or alive):
Colin Powell: reasoning - Verbal ass-kicking ability, military ass-kicking skill, general kick-assedness (it's a word. I used it in a sentence)
My dog, Vader (aka, Bubba): reasoning - as long as you let her sniff your butt, she will bring peace to the world (even congress) through hugs.
Who would be your pick?
I am 90% sure this picture has been doctored. But, I have heard that sometimes you can see a foot or hand poking out at you when you get far enough along. I am not sure if I'd be excited to see this, or freaked out... what about you?
What is the etiquette in this situation?
Is it right for a stranger to point it out in as subtle a way as possible? Or let it go?
I opted to let her know and she seemed thankful. I am still curious what your thoughts are on the topic?
I am just dorky enough to get 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' on BluRay yesterday (thanks to loving hubby)I am also dorky enough to open it immediately to watch the new extras that come with it (not a lot new, but some).
And I am dorky enough to also put it on my iPod (since it comes with a digital version for this purpose).
The reason (in my mind) that hubby got it for me yesterday, the day it came out, is because I have been poking fun at him for being a Star Wars dork with the new animated movie, 'The Clone Wars' and his watching the animated series on DVD over the weekend. He (and I, for that matter) is willing to embrace the dorkdom and we are happy together.
What are you dorky about? Do you hide it, or embrace it?
I am officially now wearing maternity clothes.
The tops I have never minded, some are even kinda cute. But the pants... the pants are bad. BUT... the bad parts are covered by the tops and they are super comfy... so I caved. Thankfully my friend who doesn't lie about what my ass looks like (or any other oddity about clothing) went with me. I tried on MANY MANY styles and we found some that worked. I highly recommend having the friend who won't lie to you about how you look go shopping when trying new things.
Now the few styles I chose will be the clothes I wear from now until birth and beyond. I didn't want to get a huge new wardrobe to use only for a few months... so all of you who see me regularly will get to know my wardrobe pretty quickly.
-- You can buy an alcohol detection test for breast milk. (scary thing I never thought would be a necessary item)
-- Since I have been feeling the baby kick more regularly. Apparently she enjoys the Hokey Pokey.
-- She especially likes doing the hokey pokey after I eat non-bland food (even spaghetti sauce).
-- A baby kicking your innards is very distracting. It doesn't hurt (she is still too small), just very distracting.
-- You can register for bras and underwear at the baby store. (I am not sure I'd buy someone a underwear off their registry... too personal of an item)
-- Confirm scary stories about products or techniques with multiple, reliable sources before buying into them.
Things I've Accepted This Week
-- Although maternity pants are still horrible, I am going to need them sooner than later. I ordered 2 pairs and a pair of jeans. (WISH ME LUCK!)
-- The stroller doesn't HAVE to match the carrier.
-- Having the nursery safe is more important than it being cute.
-- You can eat like old people and be happy.
-- I am an XML idiot
It doesn't matter that today is a workday; the Moon in your 5th House of Fun and Games is telling you to get out and have a good time. But bailing out on your obligations could shift the burden of responsibility to others -- and that wouldn't be fair to them. Still, some aspects of your decision to work or play may be out of your hands. Fateful winds of change are blowing and you may not be able to resist.
Considering that today is my 16 year anniversary of dating with hubby, I would LOVE to go out and play hooky. The problem is that I'd be alone. Hubby couldn't play along. We will just have to wait for this evening.
News from the belly is that our little girl has been active the last couple of days. Yesterday and this morning, she has been kicking so much that we have been able to feel her outside the belly. Hubby got to feel her last night during a concert and again this morning. YAY!
I have MANY opinions about if something qualifies or not, but with a few exceptions, will accept that people train for years, sometimes decades, to compete on the world stage in the "sport" of their choice. A couple of the exceptions, in my humble opinion, are:
Table Tennis: AKA, ping pong. Yes -- ping pong is an Olympic sport. According to the schedule (the extent of my research on the topic), Germany and China are the major competitors in this sport. I can't explain Germany's inclusion, but I figure China is there because they are the home team and just have to play.
Trampoline: Yes -- that thing you fell off of in your back yard when you were a kid is an Olympic "sport". I wonder if, as part of the sport, competitors can counter jump on the trampoline to try and make you stop bouncing? This would at least make it more interesting. Otherwise, leave the jumping and flipping to the gymnasts -- which is a sport (not that I can explain why, but it is).
Which events do you object to being called 'Sports'?
I have noticed that pregnancy comes with a lot of "used to"
"I used to like chicken."
"I used to like the smell of incense."
"I used to like the smell of cookies baking."
"I used to like eggs."
"I used to not require medicinal help to not vomit my lunch."
"My digestive track used to work properly."
Pretty soon it will be:"I used to like the smell of incense."
"I used to like the smell of cookies baking."
"I used to like eggs."
"I used to not require medicinal help to not vomit my lunch."
"My digestive track used to work properly."
"I used to be able to see my toes"
"I used to be able to get out of a chair without assistance"
And then it will be:
"I used to be able to wear clothes that didn't have vomit on them."
"I used to be able to leave the house with a moments notice"
"I used to be able to sing songs that weren't sung by people with names like 'Gary the Happy Pirate.'"
But -- I never had anyone call me 'Mommy'.
I think it is worth the trade.
Sports that I couldn't care less about at any other time, I will watch during the Olympics. (OK, still not watching ALL the events... some are still too stupid for words even when competing as a world class athlete. Sorry.)
The swimming events is one of those that I love during the Olympics, but don't pay any attention to otherwise. Especially with all the (well deserved) hype around the US team, I am amazed at what these people are doing. It seems each race is shattering some kind of record. It kind of makes you wonder exactly how fast is possible in the future.
The one race in particular caught my eye - I am pretty sure it was the freestyle relay. I know it was a race on Sunday for the men. It was the race where the record time was beat by approx. 4 seconds. What struck me most about this race is that everyone up to 5th place in this race beat the old world record.
How heart breaking would it be to break a world record and come in 4th or 5th place? No metal. No 'glory'. Just broken record that no longer matters.
To those athletes who break records, but still don't metal... I am routing for you and recognize your glory.
Here is her latest picture:
Her latest stats:
20 weeks along (1/2 way there!!!!!)
approx 10 oz (according to sonogram)
approx size of a banana
I know in my mind it is a joke -- but I am not taking any chances. (Nice little mango... you are so nice...)
Today's the day that I know if you are a boy or a girl. I hope you are not shy for the camera so we can find out. This is the last time I will ask you for such a favor.
We couldn't stand the fact that the kitchen sink was out of order for that long, so hubby stepped up and fixed that over the weekend. But the plumbers came and fixed the clog in two drains on Wednesday... so we are now plumbing problem free. THANK GOD!
Mango Tango
This also goes well with what I hope to be my weekend plans. Erin let me know through her blog of a Jim Henson exhibit at the Smithsonian.
This same ice cream bar has been waiting patiently in my freezer since yesterday, when I was going to eat it after lunch - but was too full. Then after dinner - when I was too full.
I say eat it FOR lunch -- it has calcium. That is healthy right?
