Thursday, April 14, 2011


If you've been reading my twitter feed (it's right there in the sidebar, y'all!) you probably know that I was pretty darn sick for the past week. It wasn't until just yesterday that I felt like I was going to live through this.

On Thursday of last week I had no choice but to go to the doctor. A sore throat, congestion, and cough had been keeping me up at night. Having a near constant, hacking cough when you're pregnant is not comfortable at all. Your abdominal muscles are stretched so tight as it is, that when you cough, the muscles become tired and achy quickly.

So, I went to the doctor. And, after a Strep test, she confirmed that it was an upper respiratory infection. While I was glad it wasn't Strep, I was kind of irritated that she didn't have any other solution for me. I'd exhausted the hot tea/Tylenol route. I needed some relief!

Which brings me to the paradox I discovered just two days ago: I've cut out alcohol and caffeine and bottled water and some of my favorite cosmetics to make sure I'm not poisoning this kid. But when I get sick, I'm begging the doctor to give me a prescription.

Five days after my first trip to the doctor, I couldn't take the sleepless nights and hacking cough any more. The doctor prescribed a Z-pack and just 24 hours later, I tell you, I'm a totally different person.

It seems kind of ridiculous, doesn't it? No toner, moisturizer, or scented lotion, BUT YOU BETTER HAND ME THOSE ANTIBIOTICS RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND!!!

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

Ready or Not

Lately people have been asking me if I'm ready for the baby to be here. If I'm being particularly truthy, I respond with an emphatic "JESUS GOD NO!"

I understand that hardly anyone is ever really ready for the kinds of curveballs that having a kid throws your way, but I feel particularly unprepared. We have a few ideas about what we want to teach the kid and how we want to raise him. We've picked out paint chips for the studio/nursery. We've purchased some furniture, but it's not yet assembled. Most of my yarn and fabric stash remains unpacked. The baby blanket is not yet done.

I guess I feel so unprepared because there's so much I want to have done RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND, and it's causing a lot of anxiety. Is that normal?

Memory Lane

Ever since we got pregnant, my mother has been telling these great little stories about what I was like when I was a wee one.

I sometimes call my mother when I'm on my way home from work and I know she is, too. We both work pretty late hours, heading home at 7 p.m. more often than not. She works in a Texas DPS drivers license office, so she often has great stories about the random people who walk into the office.

I'm probably telling this wrong, but a customer approached her window with some rather tattered looking paperwork, which included a rather illegible birth certificate. He was aggravated, and from what my mother tells me, not so bright.

She asked him if the birth certificate was the origninal, and he said no, that there was no original, because he was born years ago at the "new hospital." This caused my mom to burst into wild laughter, so much so that one of her clerks had to take over.

The man's statemant was so hilarious to her because of something I once said when I was a tot.

My mother has had all five of her children with the same obstetrician. By the time I came along, he had switched offices to a more modern facility that was closer to downtown Conroe. No big deal, right?

Well, all of my brothers and sisters had birthmarks. Me? No birthmark at all. When my sisters asked my mom why I didn't have a birthmark, I piped up and said, "It's because I was born in the 'new hospital,'" and my mom just laughed and laughed.

I hope that the memories I make with my little one stay just as fresh.

Sunday, April 03, 2011


So, we've decided not to spill the beans on what we're naming our little guy until he's born.

For us, it's saves us a bunch of headaches, both emotionally and literally.

What we're trying to avoid is the reactions people have to certain names. I've heard so many stories — from friends and bloggers — about how people reacted to potential names.

"Oh, I knew a guy named Soandso. We hooked up during spring break and he gave me the clap."

"You're going to name your son that? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

"My uncles named Soandso. He smelled like soup."

And so on.

But in the process, it turns out some people have been offended by our choice. Which leads me to my question: Is it really any business of anyone besides me, Dave, and the boy? Should I really care?

Saturday, April 02, 2011

Somewhere in The Middle

After a short jag of finishing projects, I've stalled out. No finished item for March, it seems. I need to get back my knitting mojo.

I did, however, start a very important project: Our little dude's baby blanket. Knit in seven colors of Knit Picks Swish DK and using this pattern, I'm so excited to see it turn out!


And, of course, we do have another very special work in progress...

Isn't he the cutest little blob of black and white you've ever seen?

Friday, April 01, 2011

Making Progress

Today is the start of April, which means I have just four more months until our little guy is here. That also means our home is locked in a frenzy of improvement projects we've put off for a while.

I've been begging for new tile in our kitchen and mud room. Begging for tile, people. And, lucky for me, I got just what I asked for! We also had some new recessed lighting installed in the kitchen, which isn't NEARLY as sexy as new tile, but is still awesome. Next on the list will likely be a new range, then new countertops, and then we paint!

Until then, this is our much improved kitchen and mud room!