Saturday, November 20, 2010
slightly melted Moose Tracks ice cream sounds perfect right now.
I had my last check-up last week. I'm going bi-monthly now (eek!). Glucose test went a lot better than I anticipated. Drink wasn't too bad, but really sweet. Got blood taken and I did awesome! I talked through the whole draw, but still wasn't able to watch the blood come out. ~shiver~ I need to gain 3 lbs, but I don't have an appetite. Still a potato girl and love Ritz crackers w/cheese. That's my diet. Sometimes I crave pie, and like now, I crave chocolate ice cream. I'm always pleasantly surprised when I eat old foods that I used to devour and they taste just like I remember. Did you know Hyperemesis Gravidarum (which I'm mostly over) is a disease?! Just found that out. Oh, and that it affects 0.5-2.0% of pregnant women. woot! Just call me lady luck. As I've mentioned, I'd be on cloud nine if we discover a hidden twin in there this whole time. I'm sure I'd know by now. My size doesn't indicate more than one. But me throwing up still, seven months along, does. And that at the last two check ups, they got two different heart rates each time they placed the doppler on my belly. "oh, the baby must've kicked. that's why it shot up from 125 to 150 bpm in 0.000001 seconds." Uh, okay. I have my suspicions, but I'm too chicken to say anything for fear of looking stupid.Here's some recent pictures.
Going blond. Slowly..
Around 7 month mark. Currently 7.5 months
full frontal view. you're welcome.
Monday, November 1, 2010
simplify
Probably one of my most favorite sayings, simply because there's always a way to make it happen. Sometimes it just means sitting down for a bit.
I usually bend over backwards to keep the kiddos in nursery entertained. Yesterday was too crazy, so I had the other ward's nursery come join us so I could just sit and let the brethren handle the screamers.
Sometimes it means not doing dishes.
I finally broke down and bought paper plates, bowls, and cups and officially declared "operation paper products only" to commence, only so that I don't have to wash dishes as frequently.
Sometimes it means staying home more than usually going over to friend's and family's on the weekend.
Even though I love the usual Sunday wrestle with my nieces and nephews, sometimes just laying in bed with a good book or just talking to Taylor for a few hours is just as satisfying. (however, sometimes I wouldn't mind if they came over and snuggled with me in my own bed every now and then.)
Sometimes it means less is more.
We are learning to throw away our beloved junk, as I've mentioned before. I'm almost considering getting rid of our ginormous, overstuffed couches and opting for a sleek sectional so there is actually room to walk around. I doubt I'll be using the baby's room for the first four months, so for now it's just the crib. And our bedroom mostly consists of a ginormous king bed with just enough room to walk around. I'm trying to think "college dorm room" and not so much "countryside home." Right now, we just need the essentials. Less for show, and more for eating, sleeping, and pooping comfortably.
AND FINALLY, sometimes it means learning to let others help.
I could go on forever about Taylor, how great he's been about taking over and letting me waste my day away in bed. I'm sure he doesn't love that he's pulling most of the weight, but he does anyway. And I let him. I let my mom do our laundry. I let my brother mow our lawn. I let my in laws make dinner for us. I let people give me advice about pregnancy because I'm clueless. I take hand-me-down maternity clothes that I may or may not ever wear. I know people want to help however they can, and I let them.
The one thing that is still complicated is how to keep our dogs without going crazy. Dirty creatures, that tramp in dirt all over, pee on any tile, and poop in the basement. Either we get rid of them :( or teach them how to clean up after themselves, as well as us. If they can't tidy up the living room while I'm sleeping, I just don't see what they're good for at all. jk.
I usually bend over backwards to keep the kiddos in nursery entertained. Yesterday was too crazy, so I had the other ward's nursery come join us so I could just sit and let the brethren handle the screamers.
Sometimes it means not doing dishes.
I finally broke down and bought paper plates, bowls, and cups and officially declared "operation paper products only" to commence, only so that I don't have to wash dishes as frequently.
Sometimes it means staying home more than usually going over to friend's and family's on the weekend.
Even though I love the usual Sunday wrestle with my nieces and nephews, sometimes just laying in bed with a good book or just talking to Taylor for a few hours is just as satisfying. (however, sometimes I wouldn't mind if they came over and snuggled with me in my own bed every now and then.)
Sometimes it means less is more.
We are learning to throw away our beloved junk, as I've mentioned before. I'm almost considering getting rid of our ginormous, overstuffed couches and opting for a sleek sectional so there is actually room to walk around. I doubt I'll be using the baby's room for the first four months, so for now it's just the crib. And our bedroom mostly consists of a ginormous king bed with just enough room to walk around. I'm trying to think "college dorm room" and not so much "countryside home." Right now, we just need the essentials. Less for show, and more for eating, sleeping, and pooping comfortably.
AND FINALLY, sometimes it means learning to let others help.
I could go on forever about Taylor, how great he's been about taking over and letting me waste my day away in bed. I'm sure he doesn't love that he's pulling most of the weight, but he does anyway. And I let him. I let my mom do our laundry. I let my brother mow our lawn. I let my in laws make dinner for us. I let people give me advice about pregnancy because I'm clueless. I take hand-me-down maternity clothes that I may or may not ever wear. I know people want to help however they can, and I let them.
The one thing that is still complicated is how to keep our dogs without going crazy. Dirty creatures, that tramp in dirt all over, pee on any tile, and poop in the basement. Either we get rid of them :( or teach them how to clean up after themselves, as well as us. If they can't tidy up the living room while I'm sleeping, I just don't see what they're good for at all. jk.