So occasionally I get hit in the face with life.
Not necessarily a bad thing at all.
Just in a "Hey you, this is your life" sort of way.
Sometimes a feel the gravity of my life decisions in thee. stupidest. ways. ever.
Example for your entertainment and delight:
Yesterday I was brushing my teeth and my internal monologue went something like
"Hmm toothpaste is low. Better buy more today. Oh wait! Last time it was on sale I bought like 4 and they're under the sink. Sweet. Good on ya......
.....Shit, I'm old."
I told Eric and it made him laugh. How does toothpaste make you feel old?! Seriously.
I just kinda stared at the tube for a second and was like, "....I bought that. And I had the presence of mind to buy a few to spare myself a future trip at a higher price. I'm. OLD."
Sometimes it sinks in. I'm, ya know, growed up and stuff. Eric and I get excited over things like putting new tires on the truck (also done yesterday--we were stoked) and Greek yogurt going on sale. I've turned into a grocery shopping savant of sorts in that I remember the cost of EVERYTHING. Not sure when it happened and it blows husband's mind. But I figure, in my current role as stay at home wife-almost-mom, it's kinda my job--know silly facts like the cost of eggs so to better manage the money in the house.
And eggs are currently $1.79 a dozen at our Trader Joes. In case you were worried.
I remember a few years ago when we were dating, I bought Eric an iPod for his 19th(!) birthday. It was one of the biggest purchases I'd made to date, aside from my car . Soooo many decisions about which model to buy and how much. Kinda makes me want to go back and hug sweet little 19 year old me and say, "Yeah, imagine house hunting, kid." What a difference a few years make.
I's old. Or just so much older than I used to be a couple short years ago. If that makes sense.
But all in all, it's usually after our conversations (usually over grocery shopping) about savings and meal planning and which laundry soap is it that doesn't irritate his skin?, and strategically planning major purchases that we look at each other and one or both of us says, "I like our life."
And I do. I'm happy. So much happier than I thought I could be. It's a sweet moment when you realize that everything you ever wanted is here and it's now--that sweet 16 year old boy I had a crush on turned out to be a hell of a husband, our baby girl will be here any day, and our little home has come to life. Wonderful, chaotic, laughter filled, occasionally monotonous, mostly exciting life.
Sometimes I feel old. But then I realize--I kinda like getting older.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Freak Out Du Jour
"We're having a BABY in a few weeks, Eric!!!! A freakin' BABY!!!! Like, we went to prom together and now we're having a BABY!!!!!!!!! We're in charge of. a. PERSON!! WTF?!"
Eric--"...Yeah." (goofy smile)
It kinda hit me today. And apparently blew my mind. I freaked out a little. Good thing it's just one of us. He's always so steady. It just trips me out how young we were when we met, how young we still are and the fact that we're now kinda, sorta, for serious having a kid.
Anyways, the freak out was short lived. Replaced by sooo effing excited :)
In other news, I detailed the hell out of my stove.
I know, cuz she's totally in there like "Oh, thank goodness! Did Mom seriously not know that that's what I was waiting for?! Now that the stove's clean, I can totally make my appearance."
Duh.
Eric--"...Yeah." (goofy smile)
It kinda hit me today. And apparently blew my mind. I freaked out a little. Good thing it's just one of us. He's always so steady. It just trips me out how young we were when we met, how young we still are and the fact that we're now kinda, sorta, for serious having a kid.
Anyways, the freak out was short lived. Replaced by sooo effing excited :)
In other news, I detailed the hell out of my stove.
I know, cuz she's totally in there like "Oh, thank goodness! Did Mom seriously not know that that's what I was waiting for?! Now that the stove's clean, I can totally make my appearance."
Duh.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Hello, Baby.
36 weeks.
How did that happen?
I spent the majority of 2012 pregnant. Or I could say, as Eric pointed out last night, I spent the majority of 2012 booze-less, chugging water, restless, and eating weird food. Potato, potaHto.
I can't believe that it's actually time to prepare everything because she'll be here soon and not because I just feel like looking at all her clothes again. So much to do and yet so little. Everything is set up and in order for the most part. I think I'm going to prep my post-baby stockpile next week. The good stuff that I already hate going to the store for when they're the only things we need. You know the usual suspects: toothpaste, laundry soap, dish soap, sponges, shampoo, body wash, Brita filters--
HAHA silly me--this list implies that I'll have time to clean and shower after the baby shows up. Rookie mistake? Eh, maybe. Oh well.
It's officially estimated birth month! Woohoo! I'm very much looking forward to not being pregnant and having another girl in the house. (On the Red Carpet will be so much more fun this year ;)
It's been a strange yet blessedly boring road--nothing to report except for your run of the mill pregnancy fun--sleepy, sciatica, food aversions, good times.
I'm just getting antsy! I want her here now!!!!!
So my dear Scarlett Christine--feel free to arrive at any time. We're just about as ready as we'll ever be :)
How did that happen?
I spent the majority of 2012 pregnant. Or I could say, as Eric pointed out last night, I spent the majority of 2012 booze-less, chugging water, restless, and eating weird food. Potato, potaHto.
I can't believe that it's actually time to prepare everything because she'll be here soon and not because I just feel like looking at all her clothes again. So much to do and yet so little. Everything is set up and in order for the most part. I think I'm going to prep my post-baby stockpile next week. The good stuff that I already hate going to the store for when they're the only things we need. You know the usual suspects: toothpaste, laundry soap, dish soap, sponges, shampoo, body wash, Brita filters--
HAHA silly me--this list implies that I'll have time to clean and shower after the baby shows up. Rookie mistake? Eh, maybe. Oh well.
It's officially estimated birth month! Woohoo! I'm very much looking forward to not being pregnant and having another girl in the house. (On the Red Carpet will be so much more fun this year ;)
It's been a strange yet blessedly boring road--nothing to report except for your run of the mill pregnancy fun--sleepy, sciatica, food aversions, good times.
I'm just getting antsy! I want her here now!!!!!
So my dear Scarlett Christine--feel free to arrive at any time. We're just about as ready as we'll ever be :)
Friday, December 7, 2012
Gravity is working against me
Oh John Mayer, you have no idea.
Let me tell you a story: Yesterday I tried to get up off the couch.
Hilarious!
Oh! Here's another good one: Last night, I tried to roll over in bed.
Gets me every time!
Sure, it sounds simple.
These days, each of those is an Olympic effing event.
I think my stomach muscles and gravity are conspiring against me.
Pre-pregnancy I swore I didn't have abs, but now I look back and think I must've had a friggin washboard. So many little things I did without ever noticing the fact that it took a little thing called abdominal strength. Sitting down, standing up, rolling over--I feel like a dog, the small accomplishments I pat myself on the back for now. Laundry,walking, opening jars, getting out of bed (now apparently an act of ab strength and willpower)--who knew?
I'm usually a stomach sleeper. Just give me a place to lie down and I will be cozy in no time. This whole sleeping on my side thing is really cramping my style. And my neck. I end up having to roll over at least 20 times a night. It goes something like this:
Eric loves watching me try to get off the couch. I think it might have something to do with the fact that it makes me grunt like a powerlifter and I make awesome faces while trying to complete this simple task. Or that I fail several times before I finally stand up because my weight distribution is 18 different kinds of out of whack.
So in conclusion, John Mayer, you may think gravity is working against you, you may think that gravity wants to bring you down. But until you are 8 months pregnant with 18 extra pounds of person strapped to your core where your abdominals should be, you don't know the half of it.
That is all.
Let me tell you a story: Yesterday I tried to get up off the couch.
Hilarious!
Oh! Here's another good one: Last night, I tried to roll over in bed.
Gets me every time!
Sure, it sounds simple.
These days, each of those is an Olympic effing event.
I think my stomach muscles and gravity are conspiring against me.
Pre-pregnancy I swore I didn't have abs, but now I look back and think I must've had a friggin washboard. So many little things I did without ever noticing the fact that it took a little thing called abdominal strength. Sitting down, standing up, rolling over--I feel like a dog, the small accomplishments I pat myself on the back for now. Laundry,walking, opening jars, getting out of bed (now apparently an act of ab strength and willpower)--who knew?
I'm usually a stomach sleeper. Just give me a place to lie down and I will be cozy in no time. This whole sleeping on my side thing is really cramping my style. And my neck. I end up having to roll over at least 20 times a night. It goes something like this:
"Again?! Ok, maybe I can wait it out...3, 2,..nah my neck hurts too much, I need to roll over. I can do this. Think strong thoughts. Hips first..(flails legs around a few times until they finally work)...successful. Upper body now...(pushes self up on forearms, catches breath, completes roll)...success. Now to get my breathing and heart rate back to to normal after that strenuous workout."It used to be so simple!! WTF?
Eric loves watching me try to get off the couch. I think it might have something to do with the fact that it makes me grunt like a powerlifter and I make awesome faces while trying to complete this simple task. Or that I fail several times before I finally stand up because my weight distribution is 18 different kinds of out of whack.
So in conclusion, John Mayer, you may think gravity is working against you, you may think that gravity wants to bring you down. But until you are 8 months pregnant with 18 extra pounds of person strapped to your core where your abdominals should be, you don't know the half of it.
That is all.
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Sunday, November 11, 2012
Ees for fun.
How far along? 29 weeks
Total weight gain: 14 lbs. thus far
Maternity clothes? Oh yes. I officially can't pull off normal shirts any more. Sad day.
Stretch marks? None so far. Coconut oil, do not fail me!
Sleep: ehhhhh
Best moment this week: going on a Gap spree with our discount card from her Auntie Cam. Eric managed to find a green and blue flannel dress and was so excited that they could match. It was fantastic. Oh! and the bartender at the wedding we just went to measured me out the perfect sized glass of red wine. I almost cried.
Miss Anything? Breathing. Runners up include Cabernet Sauvingon, tequila, and tying my own shoes.
Movement: wiggles, twitches and my morning "wake up!" rib punches.
Food cravings: Jello, honey nut Cheerios with bananas, coconut hot chocolate
Anything making you queasy or sick: hmm still the smell of food cooking. Especially red meat. Bleh.
Gender: Little lady
Labor Signs: psh. Nuffing real. Lots of Braxton Hicks, but that's about it.
Symptoms: I would love an oxygen tank right about now.
Belly Button in or out? in but barely.
Wedding rings on or off? On, but my ring finger is not happy about that. It's itchy.
Happy or Moody most of the time: Somewhere between happy and crazy on edge.
Looking forward to: Finally seeing what she looks like! Bringing her home. And labor. Lehhss do this thing!
Total weight gain: 14 lbs. thus far
Maternity clothes? Oh yes. I officially can't pull off normal shirts any more. Sad day.
Stretch marks? None so far. Coconut oil, do not fail me!
Sleep: ehhhhh
Best moment this week: going on a Gap spree with our discount card from her Auntie Cam. Eric managed to find a green and blue flannel dress and was so excited that they could match. It was fantastic. Oh! and the bartender at the wedding we just went to measured me out the perfect sized glass of red wine. I almost cried.
Miss Anything? Breathing. Runners up include Cabernet Sauvingon, tequila, and tying my own shoes.
Movement: wiggles, twitches and my morning "wake up!" rib punches.
Food cravings: Jello, honey nut Cheerios with bananas, coconut hot chocolate
Anything making you queasy or sick: hmm still the smell of food cooking. Especially red meat. Bleh.
Gender: Little lady
Labor Signs: psh. Nuffing real. Lots of Braxton Hicks, but that's about it.
Symptoms: I would love an oxygen tank right about now.
Belly Button in or out? in but barely.
Wedding rings on or off? On, but my ring finger is not happy about that. It's itchy.
Happy or Moody most of the time: Somewhere between happy and crazy on edge.
Looking forward to: Finally seeing what she looks like! Bringing her home. And labor. Lehhss do this thing!
Friday, November 9, 2012
Photophobia
Cameras are not my friends. I avoid them at all costs. I was not blessed with the same gorgeously photogenic genes as my mom and sisters. Not sure how those skipped me, but alas, they did.
Something about cameras temporarily makes me forget how to smile and leaves me with an awkwardly posed I-think-this-is-how-I-smile-normally?? look on my face.
It kinda looks like this:
And then I get all like
I chose our wedding photographer based on a few simple facts--her previous work was beautimous aaaand she promised me minimal "now look at me and smile" posing.
I suppose it's natural to run from something that you always feel makes your face a little fuller, your teeth a little more..."off" white, your weight on your license a little more questionable.....(Okay, maybe it's not entirely natural. I never run from Oreos--riddle me that. Maybe I should have said "some mechanical thing.")
Eric and I have been tossing around the idea of newborn photos for a few weeks now. It's an established fact--I WANT the pictures. But who should take them? The grand appeal to me of doing them myself--I would not be in any! Woohooo!!!
No pouring over picture after picture trying to ignore my awkward smile face and trying to focus on the others in the shot. No knowing that while I'll love the little chubby bunny in my arms, I won't instantly love my own post-baby chubby bunny-ness.
Purely selfish and vain--you betcha. But to be fair, it's also part genuine fear--cameras give me anxiety. I'm not sure why! I love, love, love other people's newborn/family shots. I think they are stunning! Beautiful!
The thought of going in front of the camera myself scares the living daylights out of me.
And now I think I need to get over that.
I was in the middle of my usual internet morning stroll, and I found this little gem of an article.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/allison-tate/mom-pictures-with-kids_b_1926073.html
I think she says it all. I thought about it, and I really don't want to deny my baby girl pictures with her mama. I may not think I look my best, but really, that's not the important part. I love my pictures of me and my mom. I love seeing her smile and her warm eyes and the love that pours out of her. I love seeing my face next to hers and noting our similarities, our differences. I'm so glad that as a kid, my mom let me take her picture while she made pancakes, even if she doth protest firth. I'm glad that, most of the time, when she would film us with the video camera, she's flip it around for a split second and give a cheery, "Aaand I was here, too!" I love that this happened for me and now I need to conquer my camera fears so I can make it happen for my baby. I don't think she'll look and see how lop-sided I think my eyes get when I camera-smile. I mean, I hope not anyways. I hope she'll just see that her mama loves her.
Better book the photographer!
Now there's something I never thought I'd say excitedly. Mind=blown.
P.S. Why, yes! I did just discover a kick ass gif page! How could you tell?
Something about cameras temporarily makes me forget how to smile and leaves me with an awkwardly posed I-think-this-is-how-I-smile-normally?? look on my face.
It kinda looks like this:
I suppose it's natural to run from something that you always feel makes your face a little fuller, your teeth a little more..."off" white, your weight on your license a little more questionable.....(Okay, maybe it's not entirely natural. I never run from Oreos--riddle me that. Maybe I should have said "some mechanical thing.")
Eric and I have been tossing around the idea of newborn photos for a few weeks now. It's an established fact--I WANT the pictures. But who should take them? The grand appeal to me of doing them myself--I would not be in any! Woohooo!!!
Purely selfish and vain--you betcha. But to be fair, it's also part genuine fear--cameras give me anxiety. I'm not sure why! I love, love, love other people's newborn/family shots. I think they are stunning! Beautiful!
The thought of going in front of the camera myself scares the living daylights out of me.
And now I think I need to get over that.
I was in the middle of my usual internet morning stroll, and I found this little gem of an article.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/allison-tate/mom-pictures-with-kids_b_1926073.html
I think she says it all. I thought about it, and I really don't want to deny my baby girl pictures with her mama. I may not think I look my best, but really, that's not the important part. I love my pictures of me and my mom. I love seeing her smile and her warm eyes and the love that pours out of her. I love seeing my face next to hers and noting our similarities, our differences. I'm so glad that as a kid, my mom let me take her picture while she made pancakes, even if she doth protest firth. I'm glad that, most of the time, when she would film us with the video camera, she's flip it around for a split second and give a cheery, "Aaand I was here, too!" I love that this happened for me and now I need to conquer my camera fears so I can make it happen for my baby. I don't think she'll look and see how lop-sided I think my eyes get when I camera-smile. I mean, I hope not anyways. I hope she'll just see that her mama loves her.
Better book the photographer!
Now there's something I never thought I'd say excitedly. Mind=blown.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
"You come from a long line of sinners like me"
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| The infamous shirt. I got one of him standing in front of the American flag instead. Slightly less scandalous ;) |
Ok, so it's about a guy. Aaand it has two verses devoted to drinking. But the thought behind it has stuck with me. I've always given certain songs to certain times and people in my life. This one made me think about how I hope she feels when she's older. I hope she knows her mama was not even close to perfect. I hope she's not afraid to come to me with her mistakes and problems. I hope she knows I will never expect perfection from her. I mean, this is me we're talking about here. I had to seriously talk myself out of buying a t-shirt that said "Eric Fu*king Church" on it. (I know, sooo ka-lassy, but whatever, it made me laugh and it would've never been seen outside our house.)
We all fall down, I've messed up, she'll mess up. We just do the best we can. I hope when she comes to me with a mistake, I'll remember how to help her through, and also to remind her that we just can't be perfect. She'll "come from a long line of sinners like me."
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