Too cute

No time for words, just great pics:

Brand new


Sleepy baby


Baby burrito


Bathtime

Too real!

She's here! From dad:

"Zoey Virginia was born at 1:42 pm on Wednesday June 11th, 2008.

She was 8 pounds 3 ounces, and 20 inches long.



Mother and baby are in perfect health and doing wonderfully.

Dad will need to be heavily medicated for some time to come."

Everything is going very well and we are very much in love with her.
I'll be back with more pictures and stories as soon as I can.

Too late...

Look at this:

No days left--baby has 27 minutes or we all lost the birthday game!

I guess it goes with my procrastinating nature that this baby is not here yet. I am not complaining though--I feel GREAT, my last day of work was Friday, there is shopping and projects to finish up, I am enjoying my naps and snacks, and I want this baby to be well cooked and ready. Since I have passed my goals of 36 and 39 weeks and my hoped for birthdays of June 7 or 9, I am now holding out for June 16. Last week OB said baby is "beautiful" on the non-stress test, measured exactly at 39 weeks 5 days, my blood pressure and weight is perfect and the heartburn is gone. Our next OB appointment is Thursday afternoon and she did say bring my bags (hee hee, they have been in the car since May 1!) just in case we do decide that I need to go on over to the hospital, but otherwise there is no cause for concern and she is not talking about inducing anytime soon. I am far too comfortable and ready according to my friends to be anywhere close to delivery. My husband swears he is going to mess up the house and not do the laundry just to give baby a kick start!

Watch this space though...you never know when a baby might appear!

Too excited!

If you read here yesterday you saw my lament about the IKEA crib that we still don't have and baby is two weeks away, but I'm OK with it. Really I am. But I want it, badly. Last week I even went to the website and printed out a picture and taped it to the wall in the nursery. I have been checking the website for a couple of weeks now and it still says "In Stock: NO." I'm afraid it is going to be discontinued and I will have to start all over with a search and still not be happy with what I settle for. This morning I finally added the IKEA site to my daily clicks and of course it said no, but that didn't keep me from refreshing every 30 minutes, so I reluctantly spent some time googling cribs to see what else is out there. So frustrating!

After lunch I was taking a break and decided to refresh one more time before signing off... "In Stock: YES." WHAT?! Two hours ago it was out of stock, and had been for months! OK, breathe--how many, how soon can I get it, should I leave work, who do I know up there (IKEA is about 90 minutes away), what if it's a computer glitch? Refresh 16 more times--OK, it's true. At 4 PM IKEA confirms that they have 19 cribs in stock. 19!! After not having any for so long. Wait--I am 38.5 weeks pregnant and not supposed to travel out of town, although my husband wants to go get it tonight. My mom is a bit excited about it, so numerous phone calls, e-mails and discussions later, my parents, 90 minutes from me, drive up there, buy it and drive home. So it is still not here, but close enough. They are awesome for doing that!

So here it is, the final piece to go in the IKEA nursery:



Worth all that drama, right?

Too cool nursery

We had decided long ago if we ever did have a baby their room would be bright but neutral, and no cutesy theme. I had this plaid fabric from IKEA (you'll see a theme here) that I have hung onto for about 12 years, knowing one day I would find the perfect use for it. So it became the inspiration for the room.

Before, when it was a messy office/dumping space:


Now, looking into the room. I love the way the light comes in even with the curtains down.


C. painted the walls and ceiling (I hate white ceilings) yellow over Christmas break, we installed a ceiling fan, my mom and aunt made the curtains, and family passed down furniture (I love that they are family pieces used by other babies and kids). The dots were a complete after-thought, just something I found while online, but they probably turned out to be my favorite thing that we did.





The changing table is our pack and play, set up in place of a crib for now, with my bear from when I was a baby wearing a size 0 Kissaluv cloth diaper and Proraps cover.



We stalked the rocker for 3 months and had given up when it fell into our laps one day after a particularly rough OB appointment, so we knew it was meant to be ours. We named it Baby Chairry--it looks just like the smaller version from Pee-Wee's Playhouse. If only it were green...



C. picked out the floors mats. Our whole house is hardwoods which we love, but knew we needed something warmer and softer for this room. So we looked at rugs, carpets and finally settled on these mats. I am not much of a plastic/rubber/synthetic person, but love that these are made from recycled rubber, non-toxic and can be easily washed. I am sure that will be the most important thing eventually. ;)



The books, stuffed animals and some of the toys we already had from teaching and collecting, so it was just natural that they go in a baby's room. A few times we saw really great themes that we loved, like Dr. Seuss murals and bedding ($425 for a quilt?! Umm, no.) and Sesame Street curtains and rugs, but always went back to the yellow and green, with a few favorites here and there.





I guess our theme could be called IKEA though, completely by accident! Of course the fabric, plus the buckets and vases on the dresser, fish mobile, green mirror and several toys all came from IKEA, and there is still a wooden shelf and hooks to put up if we need them.



And eventually an IKEA crib. Two trips up there and still out of stock. We have been told they will be there in June, but others are having trouble finding any cribs in stock, right now only 2 California and one Utah store have them. Rumor in England is that they are discontinuing these models. So I am not holding my breath, but will wait it out since baby will be in a co-sleeper (the blue bed in the first picture) in our room the first few months anyway.

So what do you think? Especially the lampshade--I am not sure I like the dots on there as much as I do on the walls.



Anything look odd or missing? We still have some things to do, like put together like the swing, strip the half table, add a basket liner and get a pail for diapers. You can see more pics and some other details here: Nursery

Too much fun!

So close now, and to keep me going at work the predictions have started. Family has their own ideas too, so wanna play along?

Some background in case it makes guessing easier: this is our first baby, due date is technically June 9, but early on was June 4, June 7 and as of right now I am measuring about a week ahead on the ultrasound. Baby was predicted at 6 pounds 13 ounces, give or take 1/2 pound either way at the 5.16.08 ultrasound. C and I were both 8 pound + babies.

Co-worker #1 said May 23. Nope :)
Co-worker #2 says Tuesday.
Co-worker #3 says June 3 or 21.
C's mom says this week.
On Thursday my dad said 9 more days.
C says 39 weeks, 9 pounds with a huge head. Thanks honey. ;)
I say June 7, middle of the night and yeah, a big baby. If I get to pick though, I want to hold out until June 16.

Comment with date, weight and anything else you wanna guess. Winner gets...I dunno, maybe the first babysitting job? ;)

Too long

...since I wrote here! WOW--February 21 was 3 months ago! I guess I have been a little busy. A lot has happened since then so I'll make this one quick (well, as quick as I know how to be) and come back with details later.

~Baby is still cooking, healthy and growing. I was 2 cm at my last appointment and baby is head down, so things are moving along. Today we are 38 weeks, OB has actually tabled the plans for induction at 39 weeks because everything is going so well and I finish work June 6 unless baby decides to come earlier. My sub for the summer starts on Tuesday, so I get to spend these last two weeks in the office and being with the kids. Off my feet for the most part--I like that. My boss really is awesome.

~Some very minor complications that make me uncomfortable, but all in all a much smoother pregnancy than any of us thought it would be. Acid reflux is miserable--so much coughing that I have a hard time catching my breath sometimes. But a new medication seems to be kicking in and the past 3 days have been almost normal. Otherwise, typical swollen feet, achy legs, sore hips, painful back. I had to finish swimming about 2 weeks ago because it was just too risky for me to be in the water with the coughing episodes making it hard to breath. Still doing some light yoga, but mostly concentrating on my labor exercises, breathing and Hypnobirthing relaxation.

~Showers were wonderful, carseat is installed, bags are packed and nursery is completely done. I will post some shower and nursery pics in the next few days. It is interesting to see the finished nursery compared to the sketches and plans I made in the beginning. Very, very happy with how it all came together. In the beginning I was very specific about how little and what types of baby stuff we wanted and happy to say I was able to stick very close to that plan. I know it will happen eventually, but as of yet our small house is not taken over with baby stuff. It feels just right.

~Having some contractions on and off this past week, but nothing notable. Spent today cleaning the kitchen, not what I would call nesting but "necessitating" since I can't remember the last time I did a really deep cleaning in there. It felt good, but I am paying for it tonight. I even sent C to bed early in case this sore back and on and off twinges turn into something. There has been a prediction for me to go on Tuesday, so maybe....

~Oh yeah, and somewhat unrelated, but we lost our laptop, the Original Baby, in March. It was a terrible, horrible, scary feeling when I went to log on and it was gone, stolen right off my desk at work. LMPD detectives actually worked (and apparently are still looking as of last week) on finding it, but I know it is a lost cause and so we just had to get a new one. Worst part is every belly picture, journal entry, web post and e-mail about baby was on there, so a whole lot of history is lost. I tried not to be too sad about it, but yeah, it really, really sucked.

Be back soon with a little game to play!

Too...MUCH!!!

Wanna hear about my day?  I know you are just dying for an update...  :) It's a long one, and not even all about baby for once.

Up at 6 AM as usual, with only about 4 hours of sleep, as usual.  Stupid cough and stupid hips and stupid pillows and stupid wrist...  Difference today is I don't get to eat breakfast, but have to still take meds that make me woozy.  Today is the day I get to drink glucola for the gestational diabetes test and be poked in the arm. Fun! 

Off to work at 7, make 50 sandwiches for lunch, slice 48 oranges for snack and then drive across the river.  Still a bit shaky--I miss my banana and peanut butter and milk!  Everything is ready in case my appointment takes longer than we expect so someone else can serve lunch.  They take me first for the appointment and while I am in there she comes to get my blood.  The good thing about this set-up is I am distracted so I don't even notice the needle.  Glad that is over.  So OB and I talk for a good long time and here is where we are:

~Gained 7 pounds, which she is happy about since it is a steady, even gain and I am still under the max recommended.

~Blood pressure was 173/65, low normal and great since I have a history of slightly high BP.

~Down to 500 mg Metformin, since I am having some occasional dizzy and lightheaded moments, mainly when I don't eat enough or am really, really active. 

~Albuterol prescription for the cough, Benadrly for sleeping.  These two recommendations alone were worth the appointment.

~Fundal measurement is 24 cm, exactly what it should be, heartbeat is steady and strong and baby is closer to the surface which means good growth.

~And biggest news:  we have deadline date.  She is concerned that I may develop some complications, mainly due to age and blood pressure, and since baby is growing exactly as it should and very healthy, she expects we can safely deliver between 36-39 weeks.  She won't take the baby before 36, but if I don't go on my own before 39, then we will induce.  I don't really like that idea, but a healthy mom=healthy baby, and while I am not one for planning when to deliver, it will probably reduce my stress level if I have a deadline by then.  She does not want me traveling after 34 weeks either, so that works perfect with my plan to do nothing but veg the last month.

It is 9:30 AM when I am done and I joke with the office staff that I was kinda hoping the ice storm that is coming would be here by now so schools would start closing and I can go on home instead of back to work, but no such luck--it's just bitter cold.  Drive back to work and as I am pulling into the parking lot, the county announces that they are sending kids home beginning at 10 AM.  YES!!!  We are part of  college campus and also have a contract with the school system, so our director usually gets to make her own best decision about what to do and who to follow--best case is she can close for either or both systems.  So I serve lunch at 10:45, we close to families at 11, so after spending 30 minutes at Walgreens, we are home by 12:30.  This was a good, crazy mixed-up day!  

Good, cause I am tired.  T.I.R.E.D.  Maybe it was the not eating, or how rushed the morning was, or the culmination of not sleeping well at night, so I nap at about 2:30 PM.  At 4 PM, I wake up practically screaming.  The worst charley horse I have ever had in my life.  I massage, I stretch, C. massages, reminds me to relax--I can't.  Then I start breathing.  Now the pain did not go away, and actually it still hurts 5 hours later, but I kinda went into this zone where I could handle it and began to relax.  So our childbirth class and the relaxation CDs and hypnobirthing reading does work.  C. joked that if I can't handle this, what about a baby--I reminded him we actually get something out of that pain, this only gave me a sore leg.  He agreed.  Besides, my mantra for childbirth is "This is not painful."

Stop laughing.

So I roll over and doze off again.  I hear the rain and ice hitting the windows and dripping on the front porch.  Then...hmmm, that one sounds odd.  And then, what was that on my head?  OH NO!!  Our bedroom ceiling is leaking, onto the bed and lamp!  We put down towels and C finds the leak in the attic and puts a bucket there.  But it is dark outside, in the middle of an ice storm, and the roof is covered in ice, so there is nothing else we can do.  We had a tornado in our area about 3 weeks ago that took off a corner of our roof, opposite the leak area, and that was all the damage we had found, but obviously there was more, as the roof has never leaked before and this is the first real rain we have had since then.  We have a settlement from the insurance company and a repair guy coming to do the corner next week, but we have to start over tomorrow.  ARGGG. Maybe they will replace the whole roof though.

As good as the day was for the most part, and the OB appointment seems so long ago now, I am done with this day.  So now I am on the couch, eating Reese Cups, watching "My Name is Earl" with my husband.  I told ya, I am just like Britney...

Too...redneck?

Just call me Britney.

Yesterday was very long day, not bad, just a lot to do.  C. had to stay late at work, then we went straight to a baby class across the river.  I was very sure to eat several times in the afternoon, so much that C. teased me about leaving a bag of Cheetos in the staff room.  Not mine, but now I had Cheetos on the brain.  So when we got to the class, I checked out the vending machines, but no Cheetos.  I had water with me but by the time we got out of class 2 hours later, I was starving.  We had planned a quick run to Sam's and I got some chicken salad at the Wal-Mart next door for dinner, since it was already 8 PM and I was not making anything when I got home.  And there in the line, the Cheetos were staring at me.  Somehow they jumped in my bag.  While waiting for C. to finish, I opened them up, right in the Wal-Mart lobby.  Did I mention my feet are bigger so I am leaving the laces loose?  So there I am pregnant, almost barefoot, scarfing Cheetos in front of a Wal-Mart.  I don't even like Cheetos that much, and tossed half the bag on the way home, and now I have heartburn.  

At least my thong wasn't showing...

Too busy!

22 weeks!  

Wow, I can't believe I last updated here in December--that was over a month ago. I feel like January went by sooo slowly, but then ago, that last post wasn't that long ago in my mind.

A few quick hits then some details:
~ The baby room is painted! Bright sunny yellow with full bookcases and baskets and drawers--how did I already get so much stuff?! I haven't even gone crazy shopping yet. We still have some rearranging to do and one more piece of furniture to get and the curtains made and ceiling fan hung and I have yet to decide on which crib or a crib at all, but otherwise it really is a baby room. I'll post some pictures when it is done.

~So it is good that we stuck with yellow, orange, and green colors, since baby was very uncooperative at our ultrasound. Yah for me--I don't want to know, but boo for C.--he really wants to know. He is convinced that since we didn't see any hanging parts it is a girl. Actually, he is convinced it is a girl because it was stubborn and lazy, like it's mom! We get to try again in 2 weeks, and if he knows you will have to drag it out of him--I'm not talking. Otherwise the ultrasound was great: baby is measuring exactly on target, all the parts that are supposed to be there are there, heartbeat was very strong, umbilical cord was working and fluid levels were perfect.

~I finished with the physical therapist in January, but not before I developed carpal tunnel. So now I get to wear a brace when I sleep--let me tell you how much fun that is! It does help, but I am hoping my joints go back to normal this summer. One of the reasons I finished with therapy is because I am swimming and doing yoga and strength training at the Y. I love it. Love, love, love. I had to sit out for a few days last week and I really missed it. The water and the stretching is making a huge difference in my energy and sleep, and my back feels so good all day.

~We started childbirth classes last week. There are only four couples in our group, and so far, so good. Even C. walked out after 2 hours--that he actually participated in--and said "not bad." We have 2 classes this week, so it may be a little more overwhelming, but I am glad we are starting a little earlier than the norm, in case we want to do another session somewhere, or complications come up.

~Which they almost did. A call from my OB last Thursday that she wanted me to see a kidney specialist sent me into bit of a tailspin. She wanted me to get the earliest possible appointment, so I freaked a little bit more. Then when the earliest was March 10, I said no way--if there is a reason I need to be there, see me now. Can you imagine--something might be wrong with me or the baby and they are willing to wait 6 weeks?! So between my OBs office and the specialist, they worked it out for Monday afternoon. All weekend I was told not to do anything special or different, but yeah, bedrest couldn't hurt and would ease my stress and blood pressure. Of all the things that can go wrong in a pregnancy, I have this irrational...fear, I guess it is, of having to go on bedrest, and I really thought we were over that hump after week 4. I think it is because I am such a go-go-go, controlling kind of person that having to let others do it, miss work, stay home does not settle well with me. I would do it, of course, but not very quietly. So anyway, the appointment Monday was GREAT! I really liked the doctor and he saw nothing in my labs or history that indicated a problem at this time. I am still high risk, and may yet develop pre-eclampsia, which is what my OB was leaning towards as opposed to kidney disease, and will be monitored more closely (like ultrasounds every 4 weeks now--one plus is getting to see the baby more often). But for now, keep eating healthy, KEEP EXERCISING--yah, I was so glad to hear that, take my BP and vitamins regularly, put my feet up often and call him if anything changes. I was so relived--I will do anything I have to do to keep this baby cooking as long as possible, but getting to keep my life as normal as possible will def help me to not stress out--I really believe a happy mom makes a happy baby. Cause we know there soon will be no "normal life" as we know it.

That's all the craziness for now. I think my next post will not be about baby stuff--I do have other thoughts in my head I'd like to share. Oooooo, maybe I will give you a preview of my next organizing job....

Too cool!

We are 17 weeks today and I finally feel really pregnant, not just cranky and irritated and whiny for no reason. I have a little bit of a baby belly and people I don't know are beginning to recognize that I am pregnant. Maternity clothes are a beautiful thing--if I ever have to feel a waistband again it will too soon!

I had a Physical Therapy and OB appointment on Thursday, leaving my warm house full of sleeping people at 7:10 AM!! I was looking forward to it, but that was way early on a vacation day. The therapy was good, the massage was great and I got to spend some time wandering the aisles of Target by myself and starting our baby registry between appointments. (And is it just me, or does after-Christmas clearance not seem as exciting for past couple of years?)

They got me in a little early at the OB, which was a good sign, and my stats were great: normal blood pressure, clear urine and I have gained 6 pounds total. They took blood for the quad screening test, which should be back sometime next week, and a liver blood test. Funny, I asked for both, but I have not once thought or worried about the results since that day. I guess that is a good thing. So she asks me if I am feeling any movements yet, and I told her there has been some fluttery feelings that I can't really tell the difference between muscles stretching or gas pains, so no, not really. We listened to the heartbeat--WHOOSH WHOOSH, WHOOSH WHOOSH--and made an appointment for another ultrasound in four weeks. We should be able to see the gender then, but hmmmm, I'm not sure whether we will actually find out or not.

So after I get home, we head out for shopping and lunch with my niece and nephew, to Gattiland, of course. We spent the whole afternoon there, then after a dinner snack, bath and bedtime, I stretched out on the couch to relax and read e-mails. All of a sudden my stomach starts cramping. It made me squirm a little and I wondered if I overdid it with all of the activity. But it passed and I forgot about it for a few minutes. I didn't feel it when I walked around, but every time I was still it came back. After about an hour of this, I suddenly realized--it's not my stomach, it's the baby!! Real movements, not like kicks, but as if something is gently pushing and moving around in there. This goes on most of the night whenever I am still. It was very, very cool!

I do think this baby is going to be a bit of a troublemaker: the day I tell the OB there is no real movement, he or she decides to start acrobatics in there. HA, we'll show them who's the boss here!

Too gross.

I hate green beans. As I sit here tonight, restless and agitated, I kept scratching something on my arm, thinking it is a bug bite or a scratch. It's on the back of my arm, so it's not like I can really see with some contortions, so I am trying to ignore it. Then I go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. It's greenish, looks like a very bad mole--what in the world?! I get out a washcloth, thinking it is paint from school, although I wasn't around during art today, but who knows. I rub and it comes off on the cloth. It is a piece of green bean. We had green beans for lunch today. I hate green beans. I cursed those little seeds all during clean up this afternoon, how they stick to everything and get in every crevice, and now they have followed me home?! Ewww. And how it got on my arm is freaky--I guess when I ate with the kids today someone touched me. Ewwww again.

Maybe I don't want a kid after all. They tend to like green beans and have sticky hands. Maybe I will just have to teach them to like forks and spoons at an early age...

I promise every blog will not be about food. Or kids. Or gross stuff. But I just had to make you as grossed out as I am.

Too amazing!

It's a wonder what a little food will do for you!

I spent most of Thursday with various doctors and technicians, after feeling really crappy all week. After returning from Thanksgiving, I slept most of Saturday, and was just whiny on Sunday. I couldn't even get myself enough together to meet a good friend that was in town for lunch. (Waves to kdf!) Even a quick trip to Home depot Sunday wore me out. I figured I had overdone the holiday a bit, even though it was truly the easiest, most relaxing, fun holiday I can remember in a long time. Monday I came home with a headache, the only one since getting pregnant, and I usually get them often. But I didn't really think anything was wrong. But I took a nap and slept it off; still it lingered. By Tuesday morning at work I was chilled, shaky, dizzy, lightheaded and nauseous and my boss had to take over while I rested and then went home. I felt better after sleeping all day, missed work Wednesday along with other staff so we just figured something was going around. I felt so bad Wednesday night that I considered the ER late in the evening, but decided to sleep some more and decide in the morning. Soon after breakfast on Thursday, I gave in. I headed to the hospital, then my new Dr. worked me into her schedule (LOVE HER!). They took lots of fluids from me, did a whole history and vital stats before diagnosing slight dehydration with anemia and hypoglycemia. Among other things, I have to up the water (how am I going to do more than my 80 oz. already?!) and Gatorade, reduce the Metformin and EAT MORE! That just cracks me up.

I have not been dieting, of course, and really haven't been tracking the types and amounts of food, but I have been aware of it and thought I was doing OK. Apparently this baby is a blood-sucking, energy-zapping, food-stealing, water-guzzling vampire. Everything I put in goes right to the baby first, then I get leftovers. Which is fine by me, but there wasn't enough for both of us. After I got back to work, I ate tuna, crackers, nuts, cheese, biscuits and applesauce, and immediately perked up. WHO KNEW?! Of course, within the hour, I had heartburn, bad. I know that happens in pregnancy but figured I was just lucky. No, there wasn't enough in there to cause the heartburn. Now there is, so Tums will be my best friend. So me, the girl that got lectures from doctors and worked so hard to lose weight and ate only the right kinds of food, is now being told to eat whatever appeals to me that I can keep down and will enjoy enough of. And lots of it!

Now for the best part: She couldn't find the heartbeat on the little doppler in the office, which in my mind I knew not to worry about but she knew I was stressed, so she sent me to the ultrasound tech. YAH! Or oh no--did I want to get bad news by myself now? After about a 10 minute wait that seemed like forever, I saw the little bean. Or the big jumping bean, I should say. It was flipping and bouncing and moving all around, with a strong heartbeat of 158. I had no idea I was so stressed about it until I felt that relief wash over me. The tech was awesome and made me feel very comfortable. I go back for a longer scan next Thursday to get measurements, dates and look for any developmental issues, so I get to see the baby again in week. WHEEEEEE!

So I guess you want to see too, huh?

Awww, it's Baby ET

TOO MUCH!!!!!

After wishing and hoping for years, thinking it would never happen and we would just deal with it, Thursday was the day! We were so excited and went back to work with big smiles on our faces.

Here's the proof:





We're having a baby!! YAH!
They even gave it a label--this office so knows me.

And yes, there is only ONE baby in there.

So that last blog I wrote, the one where everyone thought I was teasing, which totally was not my intention as I really WAS excited about our new steps and it did seem like we had waited forever, the one where I needed to get onto bed.....

Heeee hee!

We are in our 8th week, and after a touch and go weekend at the very beginning, all is well now. The heartbeat was really strong at 125 bpm, measurements are accurate for the age and I am not having any problems. Well, other than extreme tiredness, muscle pain, nausea, and aversion to every thing that smells, I am fine. And glad for it all. So far I am surprised by everything and nothing--how tired I feel, how excited everyone is for us, how wonderful C. has been, how quickly my body changes, how supportive work is, and how freaked out I am!! I mean really, really flipped here--we really did want this, but now there is no turning back. All my years as a nanny, all the time spent in classrooms, all the kids we have known.....we have no idea what we are in for, do we?

Too great!

Yeah, yeah, I haven't been here in forever--I'll get to the details later.
But for now, we have some news!

After wishing and hoping for years, thinking it would never happen and we would just deal with it, yesterday was the day! C. was so excited and I went to work with a big smile on my face.

Here's the proof:





We're getting new steps!! YAH!

Right now it is just a pile of rocks, eventually to be just boring rebar and concrete and gray steps, but they will be straight and solid.

I can't believe I am this excited about walking on concrete...
I must be old now.

OK, OK on to the other news. The past 5 months have been a crazy roller coaster in my life, our life.

Knowing my part-time-but-pays-like-full-time job was coming to an end June 30, I started a full-time job in a classroom on May 1. First time I worked full-time 5 days a week in 3 1/2 years--it was quite a shock to my system! I loved the kids, but it turned out to not really be what I was looking for and I left in July...

And went back to my old position. Remember the post about the job I had asked for and wanted and was created just for me? Well, it had not been approved by the time I needed to find something full-time, and we did not think it would ever be approved anyway, but on July 30, it was! I was a student teacher at this college, left to work for the school system; came back as a lead teacher, left to go to a private school; came back as the part-time cook, left to take a full-time position. I think I will stay forever this time. I love it--I am cooking with the kids everyday, teaching in the classroom, doing some trainings, being an admin assistant as needed--it is everything I planned for it to be and hoped for in a job!

The rest of my summer was spent on the road and in concert. I saw Clay Walker, The Police, Alison Krauss, Counting Crows, Earth, Wind and Fire, Switchfoot and of course, Clay Aiken. Nine times. Stop rolling your eyes--you all should be so lucky! Texas was exciting, Ohio was silly, North Carolina was emotional, Florida was interesting, and they were all fall-out-of-your-seat hysterical. But I am glad to be home, as much as I love traveling and seeing all my friends, this fall I have other good stuff to do, and I kinda have to be home to make it happen. ;)

Like FINALLY getting on with this baby-making thing! Stop here if you don't want to know all about it, cause I have no problem talking about it. And everyone seems to want details.

In January, I was given a mandate of 30 pounds lost by July and take Metformin and BCPs to get insides sorted out. Check--I lost 27 pounds by June 30, and although I had some tough days, I remembered to take the drugs regularly (and that is a big deal for me). So she gave us the green light to go for it: continue working out and losing weight, stay on the Met and vitamins, begin temping, eating, drinking (or not) and thinking pregnant, and check back with her in 3 months. She even said if I needed a night out of drinking and partying one last time, to do it now. How perfect--I was getting on a plane to Texas 3 days later (and yeah, I took her advice to heart :) ). But while on vacation, she called with some news: I had never had chicken pox and needed a vaccine before getting pregnant. Two shots, 30 days apart, and after the last shot, there was a 30 day waiting period before getting pregnant. Grrrr! So back on the BCP, just practicing with the temping, and more waiting. On top of that I had pretty much stopped losing weight even though I was working just as hard, and had just re-started the job. August was a really, really, REALLY tough month--lots of worries and tears and stress--I just wanted to move on, one way or the other. We had a lot of head-work to do, so it ended up being a good time to take a break from everything.

So now it is September 15 and we are starting over. The doctor says I am in the best place right now for this to happen for us: weight is good, food is good, meds are good, timing is excellent *wink wink* and attitude is really good. If we are not pregnant by the end of the year, some other discussions will have to happen, but I feel so different this time around, I don't think that will be an issue. And if it is, we'll cross that bridge when it comes.

So I guess I should go to bed, eh?

Too good!

Haven't been here in a while--lots going on in my life, and one day I will catch up, but in the meantime...

I don't usually blog about American Idol, although I am watching, and after tonight, I just had to go find the ultimate performance of a Bee Gees song. Not only is it my all-time fave BG song, it is my all-time fave AI performance by my all-time fave contestant.



Take that Jordin!

Too - hmm, too what?

Who cares?!

DUKE LOST!
In the first round!

DUKE LOST! Ha ha ha ha ha haaaa haaaa haaaaaaa!

Duke lost.
Duke lost.
Duke lost.
Duke lost.

I can go to bed happy now. Heh, I can DIE happy now.
Don't really care what happens with Kentucky tomorrow, now cause

DUKE LOST!

Apparently I'm not the only one: Poetic Justice

Too silly...

What is the big deal?!?!

I just finished watching a romp 'em stomp 'em basketball game that had several highlights, numerous stellar plays and some outstanding teamwork. The complete routing of Stanford wasn't bad either. And what was the closing comment: "Rick Pitino returns to Lexington." What the .....?! Of all the things they could have focused on, the comentator chose that very minor, insignificant piece of trivia. WHY is this such a big deal?

I grew up in Lexington, and although I never had a desire to attend the University of Kentucky, I have always been a big Wildcat fan. Family dinners and holiday celebrations revolved around when the UK game was on, blue and white were the traditional colors of a baby's first onesie and the roads were usually deserted on Saturday afternoons. I moved to Louisville as a young adult and attended the University of Louisville for my bachelor's degree, cheering for the Cards unless they were playing UK. So I know all about the rivalry, and have friends and co-workers that are die-hard haters of each team (luckily I married a UK fan, but it wouldn't have been a deal breaker like some I know). UK had many good years with Pitino, but he moved on to coach the Boston Celtics in 1997. When Pitino came back to the area to coach Louisville, one would have thought the world had ended for many Wildcat fans. I thought Pitino was a great coach for UK, and I was even considered for a job with the Pitino family when they left for Boston, so I guess I liked him well enough, but I didn't boo-hoo when he left. Nor did I hate him when he came to Louisville. And even as a Widcat fan that FULLY SUPPORTS Tubby Smith, I don't feel like a traitor for saying that Pitino is probably the greatest college coach working right now, and I hope Louisville goes really far in this tournament.

Am I not normal? Am I supposed to have this hatred for all things red and black? Am I wrong for actually liking that Pitino is leading Louisville to a quality program? I am not a coach, player, or sportswriter, so maybe I am considered dumb about this, but I just don't get it. I am just a casual sports fan that likes to support those close to me and be proud of my local teams. There are so many interesting, inspiring stories that naturally come out of the NCAA tournament, that I hate to see some long ago drama brought up again. Hey, CBS--you are the only one talking about it.

Now if Clay Aiken starts coaching for UNC, maybe I will have to change my teams...

Too fun

Something new and fun...a little bit about me. Thanks to YSRN at the Thistle Hut for the inspiration--her pictures are awesome too!
(And no, there was not a Clay Aiken option, in any category.
I checked. Twice.)

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Too happy!

I have been pretty frustrated this week with the weight loss, or lack of it. I stepped on the scale Sunday to see that I had gained 6 pounds over night. OK, OK, we ate at Tumbleweed, but I was pretty good--ordered chicken and veggies and brought more than half of it home and even walked when we got home late, even though I didn't feel like it. So I weighed again throughout the day--still up. How can one gain 6 pounds in one day?

I struggled with how to track myself when I started this plan in November, at first just going by how I felt and how my clothes were fitting. No way did that work--not concrete enough and no immediate feedback. So I decided to weigh myself once a week, same time, day and clothing. That was OK, but a big gain or staying the same was more disheartening than a big loss was motivating--a week was too long. What works for me is everyday. I thought maybe it would discourage me to not see it going down every day, but nope. If it doesn't move down or stay the same, I know to make some changes, either pushing myself on the exercise or reviewing what I ate the past few days.

So this week I continued to step on the scale as soon as I got out of bed. Monday morning: still up. GRRRRR! Tuesday morning: down 1 pound. I ranted to my friends. Wednesday morning: down 1 more. Getting better. This morning: down 4 and a half pounds!

I met my first weight loss goal! YAH!!! Whoo Hoo!!
*. *:*.*throws confetti*. *:*.*

It was a small goal--10 pounds--but I am two weeks and one day ahead of the date I set for myself. My husband stopped for breakfast this morning and asked me if I wanted something, and for one brief, fleeting moment, I thought "I deserve a reward--one thing won't hurt me." And no sooner was that thought out there than another replaced it: "You are going to reward yourself for all that hard work with FOOD?!?! So no, I didn't get anything icky for breakfast--stuck with my yogurt, pineapple, cereal and water. And I liked it, really--I doubt an apple pie would have tasted that good.

Next step: 5 pounds in the next 3 weeks. I know I can do this!