Hubby, I am sorry.  I am sorry that on any given day of the week you are able, with 96% accuracy, to predict what I am going to wear.  Furthermore, I am sorry that this is not due to some complex OCD schedule of ‘the green shirt on Tuesday and the black stripes on Wednesday’ I have going but instead, is because you just have to think of what I wore the day before…because I wear the same thing every. single. day.  I am even more sorry that apparently my current one outfit leaves much to be desired.  When a friend came over for a playdate the other day, after not seeing me since before the holidays, she took one look at me and exclaimed, “Wow! Pregnant!”  Great.  Just great.

It’s true, at 9 weeks I look like I am in my second trimester already and this outfit, my one outfit, does happen to consist of oversized maternity clothes.  And when I took a good look in the mirror I saw that she was indeed being extremely generous because I did not, in fact, look pregnant; I just looked really fat.

And so, Hubby, I am sorry.  I am sorry that I have looked like a heifer for the past week and a half. I promise not to wear that awful plaid maternity shirt from Old Navy anymore, at least not until it actually fits, and we will both pray that that day does not come because man, if that thing ever actually fits my body I will have surpassed the 50 pound (that’s right 50!) weight gain that I had when pregnant with Sam.  I don’t think it’s even a maternity shirt really, it’s just a really really big shirt that they put in the maternity section.  Oh, but it matters not - it’s gone.  It’s folded and placed neatly on top of the overalls that I sported for my entire third trimester.  It was so unfortunate when I saw pictures of myself in those overalls.  Hubby, why didn’t you tell me?  You have to TELL ME these things.  Just like when I saw my reflection in the rear view mirror the other day and it was really well lit, and I gasped to see what has happened to my eyebrows.  You have to tell me when the arch part is gone and has been taken over by tiny rogue hair buds!  Come to think of it, why the hell didn’t you tell me how awful that shirt looked?!  How could you let me leave the house like that?!  Do you want me to look like a heifer or is it that you’ve just given up?!  I am not a heifer, damn it, not yet at least.  We’re a good 30 pounds away from true cow state so you keep your eyes peeled and when I walk out in a tent and a unibrow you best be opening your mouth and ducking!

Labels: Pregnant

Well, we all caught it - Sam’s pukey illness, that is. By Wednesday Hubby came home early and ran to the bathroom upon entering the apartment. By that night I was sick too. So there, my reason for a long absence. According to our pediatrician, who we saw on Thursday to make sure Sam wasn’t dehydrated (thank goodness he’s still nursing - I swear it kept him out of the hospital), that cruise ship virus has been going around this area and is extremely contagious. Funny, I’m pretty sure I’m not tan and damn sure no one has been cooking any awesome food for me. So does that mean all the bastards who went on cruises for the holidays came back here and passed on their little virus? Ok, sorry, I know they’re not bastards and that that would mean that they also were sick…but they also got to lounge by the pool for a few days before it kicked in I would think.
Blah. I feel like we have finally recovered and we have moved out of our living room where we dwelled for a full week. And now I have to go watch American Idol.

Labels: Bodily functions

It’s pretty amazing what our bodies can do when it’s time to kick into gear. For the past 2 weeks I’ve had fairly bad morning sickness in the afternoon and evenings especially. It seems I am always on the verge but never quite over the cliff if you take my meaning. It’s enough, though, to eliminate most food from smelling range and from sight in order to avoid that hurdle over the edge of the lovely white bowl. By the end of the day I don’t even want to be upright or moving for fear of jarring myself into true illness. It was the same way when I was pregnant with Sam - constant nausea with very little result.

Last night it was clear that something was wrong with Sam. It took a long time for him to fall asleep and once he did he woke up continuously needing to be soothed, much to our frustration as we tried to watch The DaVinci Code. Around 11:00 he started throwing up and this continued until about 9:00am this morning. We all camped out in the living room with an air mattress and towels once our bed was put out of commission. Throughout the course of the evening I was vomitted on at least 4 times and then slept (when we finally did sleep) with my face in my baby’s pukey head of hair (after 3 baths it seemed we just had to let go and do our best with each round). My point is this: I was not nauseous at any point of the evening. Tired, yes. Sad for Sam, totally. Did it reek? Absolutely! Were there chunks? You betcha! And I felt the healthiest I have been in weeks.

Why this had to be passed to Sam temporarily for my body to remember what relief felt like I have no idea. It seems it was just a quick virus. But I can tell you that between him and me I’m glad to be sitting here, as still as possible, drinking my ginger ale. When I picked up a blanket for myself just now I was assaulted with a rogue chunk and its odor, and I tell ya that nearly sent me over that edge. Must not move…must hold together…And Sam is in his clean bed sleeping soundly again, as it should be.

Meanwhile I am on laundry load 5, I believe.

******Edited to add: No sooner had I hit ‘publish’ than I heard Sam on the monitor saying, “uh oh, uh oh.” I got in there just in time for him to throw up all over himself and his “clean bed.” He seems to be going from one extreme to another, feeling awful one moment and dancing on the couch the next hour. I hope the vomiting is done before we go to bed tonight. And he seems to have lost the warning whine before he throws up, so now we all have a nice element of surprise.

Load 7…

Labels: Bodily functions, Pregnant

Welcome! Glad you could make it. My awesome brother gave me the most awesome of awesome gifts this Christmas, and you’re lookin’ at it. No more Blogger for me. I guess I should, I dunno, post more? I don’t feel like I deserve to have my own website, especially as of late since I have been the Official Worst Blogger Ever (can I get a button for that?). But I will try so very hard to battle the morning sickness and the fatigue to be that better blogger that is hiding out inside. And thank you, brother. Truly this is an awesome gift.

So please change your links and bloglines feeds to this new site as I will not be posting on the old one anymore. If you are commenting here for the first time you’ll have to type your website and email and I’ll have to approve your comment, but only for the first comment you make. After that I don’t think it will be any extra work for you. Can you tell I’m afraid ya’ll are going to disappear? I fear change, clearly. Now, let’s go see if I can figure out how to post this…

Oh, and you must congratulate him because the kid just got engaged!

Labels: Bloggy Stuff - Memes/Links/Business

A few holiday pictures are in order…several weeks after the fact.

We have some traditional Christmas cookie making…

I decided Sam should be Rudolph.
I guess he was going through a weird growly phase. I swear I’ve never even seen him make the face he has on in that last one. And he seems to be making a similar face in a few of the others. The odd thing is it is a happy face for him. It’s kind of a smile…that looks evil.

We don’t seem to have any gift unwrapping photos because we did some video of it instead. So the growly will have to do for his pictures this Christmas.

Labels: Holidays, Pictures