I am so behind on reading and commenting on you guy’s blogs but will catch up soon, really!
I’m back from Baltimore, thank goodness. Not all that impressed but it was ok. May post more about it later, or not. I’m just really glad to be home. Flying while pregnant is NOT fun. I don’t recommend it.
Tomorrow is my gestational diabetes test so I get to go “drink the Kool-Aid” and hope all goes well.
G’night.
Is that how you spell “briefly”? It looks funny.
Paper done! Hallejuah.
I’ll be in Baltimore for the next few days.
I’m tired. And uncomfortable. But very happy.
See you guys later!
And that’s what I feel like tonight. So here we go.
Just when you think MySpace is a waste of time it turns around and surprises you. Over the past week I’ve reconnected with a couple of people I went to high school with and it’s pretty cool. But bizarre and it makes me feel old because we are all in our 30s now and many of us have children. And that is so messed up in my mind because it really doesn’t seem like we should be old enough to have progressed this far in life. Time is going by too fast and I really need it to stop for a while and give me a minute to process just how old I am getting. Yikes.
Have you ever tried those Cinna Snacks at Sonic???? Holy cow! I had them tonight and I thought I’d died and gone to sugar paradise. Cinnamon rolls are one of my favorite sweets and those lil’ bites of sugary goodness were just heavenly. I could go on but you might think I was weird. Just go try ‘em.
This weekend will be spent pulling together the Paper From Hell, as I have discussed here before. There comes a point when you become severely apathetic to certain situations and I’m pretty much there. But it will get done and I will present it next week and go on with my life, hopefully pulling a decent grade out of the class.
Bean is moving a LOT lately and is growing. Or at least I’m growing so I assume she is as well. Next doctor appointment will be on May 8th and I’ll be partaking of that yummy delicious concoction that they make you drink for the gestational diabetes test. Soooo not looking forward to that. Remind me not to eat any Cinna Snacks before that appointment m’kay? Next weekend we will hopefully finish our registry and maybe I’ll make some more progress in the nursery.
I’m off to Baltimore in a week or so for a work thingy conference thingy. Sort of looking forward to it and sort of not. I actually have to co-speak at it with my boss so that’s a mite-bit stress inducing. But hey, they can’t throw rotten tomatoes at a pregnant lady can they?
Mr. Cooper has been such a bad doggie lately. He’s been stealing the neighbors pots of flowers before she can get them planted. He seems to have taken an unnatural liking to flower pots and after wreaking havoc on the dirt and flowers or bulbs inside, he takes the empty pot in his mouth and runs like a mad dog in circles with the pot on his lil’ brown head. It’s really quite hilarious but after noticing that he’d stolen at least 3 of the neighbors pots, we decided we had to go apologize and offer to pay for the stolen goods. Luckily, we have good neighbors and they were extremely kind and blew off Cooper’s antics with good humor. We have vowed to always put Coop’s invisible fence collar on him whenever he goes out without us and to watch him better to avoid any more flower pot capers. I’m not sure he gets it though because hubs told me this morning that Cooper had crossed the invisible fence line and refused to come back into the yard. He must’ve got shocked going over and didn’t want to risk that again by coming back. Is this what it’s going to be like to have teenagers I wonder?
I’ve failed at many things but the only one that I know of that is documented is a blazing red “F” next to Accounting 1100 amidst all the As and Bs on my college transcript. I’m actually a bit proud of that F because it was the source of a great lesson for me. I received the failing grade and then woke up the next morning. The world had not ended, the sky had not fallen and I still had all my teeth and hair. It taught this annoying straight A earning, Valedictorian type not to take herself so dang seriously and that failing once in a while is good for the character. And then I got smart again real quick and realized that I needed to marry an accountant. And so I did. :) I keed I keed. That’s not why I married The Accountant of course, but do you sense the irony?
I’m not sure why I’m writing this except to try and keep a sense of perspective and not lose my head over this final paper that is sucking the life out of me right now and happens to make up 30% of my grade. As I feared, the prof emailed me back and basically said “yep, I see that you are having trouble with this paper, call me”. Not good people, not good. I have one week to pull this together and I have no paper topic and no sense of what to pull out of my butt for a new one which seems to be the only solution at this point. What to do? I’m considering faking my own death, or at least hospitalization, blaming the Bean in some way, or simply disappearing from this particular college campus and not returning to the two class sessions I have left to attend. Because running away is always the answer isn’t it? Or at least sleeping until the problem goes away.
Rock on. Or not.
Coming later this week - pictures of The Accountant on the Rroof. No fiddle involved.
‘Cause I need one. But I want it to be cute.
It’s been a tumultuous week. There’s been work craziness, house craziness and school craziness, all of which were made worse by my hormonal craziness. I’m at my wit’s end with two of those things and it’s not the house. I have been such a basket case it’s scary. Apparently I don’t handle simultaneous stressful events very well and just want to crawl into bed and stay there for the next two weeks until the storms blow over. (I’m digging the cliches tonight it seems.)
Here’s a synopsis of two of the three. Regarding the house craziness…We’re both really tired from a few major household projects. Hubs more so than me probably because he did all the heavy work; I just have different reasons for being exhausted. The Accountant finished painting Bean’s room and it looks great! It’s a cheerful yellow and is super cute. We also decided we wanted to get all the carpets cleaned throughout the whole house so hard-working Hubs moved furniture into every available non-carpeted space possible on Friday. My wonderful father-in-law helped move the really heavy stuff and I moved books, knick knacks, etc. The carpets were done just in time to move the furniture back inside from the deck before the rain started. Whew. And last but not least on the household front, once again, my dear hubs put Bean’s crib together today and it looks fab! Check it out. It’s weird to walk in that room now and see a crib. The only other thing in the room so far is my grandmother’s glider and a couple of boxes of baby stuff we’ve accumulated. Oh, and I think we’ve settled on a name for Bean so we can stop referring to her as a legume, but I’ll have to run it by the father-to-be to make sure I can post it here. I don’t want to spill any secrets I’m not supposed to!
School craziness….Ugh, I don’t even want to go into this really. Suffice it to say that I thought my paper topic was approved but apparently it wasn’t, or at least it needed to be revised drastically to be suitable. So I revised it, sent it back and haven’t heard whether it’s a “go” or not. But I don’t have time to wait on approval, I’ve got to go with it or I won’t have it done in time. Lucky me has to have it completed a week earlier than everyone else because I will be in Baltimore for a work thing during the last week of classes. Ahhhh, stress! Anyway, I’m really nervous that prof is going to tell me on Monday that my abstract still sucks and I’ve got to revise again. If that happens I will scream and throw things. I’m not sure what the problem is. I think I’m just not thinking along the same lines as prof, coupled with the fact that “pregnancy brain” has kicked into full force and I am more absent minded and have less focus and concentration than ever before.
So that’s it folks. I’m throwing myself a big party in two weeks when school is over and some work things pass (a whole ‘nother issue). But don’t expect an invite because my idea of a party these days just involves me and a big bowl of ice cream.
I deserve a medal.
Either that, or a big fat red sticker that reads “SUCKER” plastered solidly across my forehead.
You pick.
Belly buttons are weird. And mine is getting weirder by the day.
Well it’s my favorite day of the week and I’m sitting at a round table in The Accountant’s office clacking around on an antique laptop while the TaxMaster does his magic on his fancy dual monitors and mumbles things like “where’s that idiot’s w-2″ and “you can’t take that deduction!”, and other things I don’t comprehend.
As for me, I’ve been doing some research online for this humongous mongo paper/presentation that is my very last project for my very first graduate class that will be over in 3 more weeks! This project scares me a bit because it’s been a LONG time since I’ve had to do a research paper this lengthy and extensive. I was on the verge of panic a few days ago because I couldn’t for the life of me, think of a topic to write about that was in the confines of what the assignment called for. But with some input from Scout and me finally kicking my brain into gear, I came up with something and it was thankfully approved as a “go”. So now the real work begins and I will become a hermit and slave to the computer and perhaps a library or two for the next 3 weeks. Fun times.
I can’t believe I’ve made it through (almost) my first class as an English major. Maybe that’s a small milestone to some but if you’d asked me a year or more ago, I’d never have guessed I’d have attempted to return to the college classroom. I do have to ask myself though if this will be my first and last grad class due to da Bean’s arrival. I am not taking a class this summer and won’t be able to return until January of next year for the spring semester. I have to fill out a Leave of Absence form because I will be so long between classes. I hope to come back and keep going with this, but you never know how life is going to change and what will happen on down the road. And with a new baby here in just 3 or so months, I am not even going to attempt to predict what my life is going to be like or what I’ll be doing in the future.
In a way I like the unplanned-ness of that. But it’s scary too.
Today is The Accountant’s birthday!!!! Happy Birthday (insert pet name that he would kill me for if I posted here)!!!!
I think he liked his gifts. Bean gave him a onesie that says “I love Daddy” and I gave him two watercolors, now framed, that we picked up in Paris (France, that is).
I think I’ll go sneeze on him now….
How much snot the human head can hold at any given time? Seriously, I think I have gone through ten rolls of Charmin this week blowing crap outta my sinuses. It is disgusting. I bought a humidifier and some Breathe Right strips and that helps but ain’t nothing gonna be as good as some heavy duty meds which I am not allowed to take because of da Bean.
And what’s up with the new WordPress dashboard thingy? It’s got me all bumfuzzled. Guess I’ll get used to it.
Dangit, just sneezed all over the keyboard. Note to visitors: do not use Finn’s laptop, it’s germy.
I feel like doo. Just so you know. And I actually feel like I have lots to say but just no energy to say it. Holly and Scout wrote posts I wanted to talk about but wow, I’m just drained. Tired and have a bad cold. My body just feels worn out.
Scout, SOOOOOO glad Dixie is going to be ok!!!! Cooper sends get well wishes and lots of milkbones!!!
Here’s a quick rundown of the latest…
Went to the doctor today for my 23-24 week visit. Lasted about 5 minutes and all is well. The doctor said I was a very boring pregnant lady! A good thing. Although, I will say that I about fainted when I saw how much I weighed. I am the literal cow in Holy Cow! Is it really possible to gain 10 lbs in one month? I guess so because it seems to have happened to me. The doctor isn’t concerned but it is bugging me because I just feel like such a whale. And then I feel guilty for feeling that way because I know that’s not important as long as Bean is healthy. I just feel like I’m waddling around in someone else’s body and I don’t like it. Whine whine whine, yeah, I know. Shut it.
School is going well. Only four more classes to go this semester! Huge project coming up though that I need to get going on.
Work. Meh.
The fam came to visit on Saturday and we sat around eating bbq and watching tv. (and then I complain about my weight, go figure).
My house is a wreck. A wreck I tell you. It’s embarassing but I just don’t care.
Must get to bed now. After I do some ironing and laundry.
Ugh.
Ok, I’m calmer now. As the day wore on things evened out a bit. Just gotta get through class tonight and I might be back to my normal self. Whatever that means.
you’re asked for your opinion only to have the other person’s view shoved back down your throat because other person is being a total bitch and is wigged out over nothing.
you feel like crap and are coming down with a cold or something but as soon as you walk in the door you are bombarded by the above with no comment regarding how you are even though you told other person on the phone on the way in that you don’t feel well today but were coming in anyway because that’s just the kind of person you are.
it’s all you can do to hold your tongue and not snap at other person, or burst into tears because of the idiocy of this place and people.
you know about 10% of your reaction to the day is hormones and the other 90% is realistic and non-exaggerated.
you have an afternoon meeting that you don’t want to go to because you just don’t care and then you have a night class after work that borders on insanity and in both instances you know you will have to be “on”.
you know that you will probably delete this post later because you are afraid of over stepping some boundary between being professional in order to be able to pay the stupid bills and being real.
I HATE the group sing-a-longs on American Idol. How embarrassing! This will be shown to humiliate them in front of their children later. You know that rocker dude, David Cook is especially mortified. I mean, the image man, think of the image. I predict Ramiele is going home tonight.
Update: Ok, so I was wrong.
Ok, I’m stealing this meme that’s been going around because I’m tired of looking at my beer gut every time I click over here to post something only to draw a blank and go back to reading the American Idol homepage or some such.
You’re feeling: lazy
To your left: remote control
On your mind: that I need to change out the laundry
Last meal included: french fries
You sometimes find it hard to: focus
The weather: too fickle
Something you have a collection of: books and bad poetry
A smell that cheers you up: strawberries
A smell that can ruin your mood: stinky bradford pear trees
How long since you last shaved: umm, a few days, it’s getting harder to bend over…tmi?
The current state of your hair: flippy
The largest item on your desk right now (besides computer): a huge Sonic cup
Your skill with chopsticks: non-existant
Which section you head to first in the bookstore: currently pregnancy/parenting books, but before “the event” it was poetry/literature
And after that? magazines
Something you are craving: chocolate cake and pickles, not kidding
Your general thoughts on the presidential race: meh
How many times you’ve been hospitalized this year: none
A favorite place to go for quiet time: our deck
You’ve always secretly thought you’d be a good: teacher or psychiatrist
Something that freaks you out a little: Mr. Rogers
Something you’ve eaten too much of lately: junk food of all types
You have never: seen the west coast
You never want to: eat broccoli again
Kidding, of course. Here’s the latest on my expansion…
What about that stingray that killed the woman in Florida?
Talk about bizarre. You just never know do you?
…catch up that is? It seems that real life, including not enough sleep, have taken a lot of my time away from the ”internets”. Ah well, that’s just how it goes I guess.
Basketball: First of all, can we just say wow and congrats to the Belmont Bruins for what was apparently a great game against Duke tonight? I somehow missed the game but tuned in at the last 2.7 seconds to see the heartbreaking end. I’m kind of glad I didn’t see the game because I don’t think my nerves could have taken it. Guess I’ll move on to rooting for Austin Peay and Vandy now. You gotta love Tennessee basketball (and I’m not talking about just UT).
School: My semi-new role as grad student is continuing along just fine I think. It’s both harder and easier than I thought it would be. I make it harder than it has to be because in addition to OCD (see previous post), I also suffer from Procrastinitus.
(You’ll have to excuse me, I’m somewhat majorly distracted by MTV’s America’s Best Dance Crew. These kids are crazy athletic and talented. And in about five million times better shape than I could ever dream of.)
But back to my Procrastinitus problem. I can’t seem to operate unless I’m working under the pressure of a last minute deadline. I’ve written four papers in about three hours the night before they are due. And so far, this strategy has served me well because I’m doing quite well, if I do say so. But it’s not helping my sleeping situation and I’m exhausted on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday and by the time I catch up on rest by about Saturday, it’s nearly time to start again with reading and assignments. It’s been quite the eye-opening experience and I have learned a ton. It’s so much more less structured than undergrad and really you can pretty much say whatever the heck you want as long as you back it up in some way. There is no right or wrong answer which I’ve had to get used to since that’s not been my thing in the past with the business degree mindset. It’s just a different perspective for me. I’ll be done with this class at the end of next month and then it will be Bean time and I guess school will take a backseat for a while.
Work: Um yeah, not much to say about that since I don’t talk about that here. I’ve more or less just been a body in a chair while my mind is elsewhere. I get my work done, say the right things, do the right things and go home. Priorities are changing and maternity leave is coming up. And after that? Who knows. Everything is going to be different.
Bean: I’m 22 weeks today and the belly is quickly expanding. As is my butt I’m sure but I try not to look back there. I’ll post a new belly pic this weekend. She (cool that I can say “she” now) is moving a lot more now and the kicks or punches or kung fu, whatever she’s doing up in there are getting a lot stronger. Probably one of the biggest bits of progress has been that The Accountant and I (mostly The Accountant) finally got the nursery cleaned out!!! Every box, every craft supply, every book, every miscellaneous piece of paper is gone. Either dying a much delayed death in the heart of a Glad trash bag or boxed up and moved into the basement. The only thing left in there is a box of stuffed animals, a lullaby cd and cd player. Oh, and the new ceiling fan that’s still in the box. We also got some paint chips/cards/samples, whatever you call them, to see what color(s) we want to paint the room. We’re looking at gender neutral colors so there will be no pink involved! We’re looking at yellow, green or an earthy tan. Also got a purple but I think that’s last on the list. Ok, wow, this is boring isn’t it? Kind of like reading about someone else’s dental work. Ha. I finally bought a few things for Bean today at Target, a cute sleeper thing (what are those things called? the one piece things with the feet) and a dress. A friend also bought her another sleeper and dress too! (Thanks J!) I also started our registry online even though I have no clue what in the world I’m doing. But its fun so what the hay!
Cooper: I think this blog is long overdue for a Cooper picture so maybe I’ll get around to that this weekend too. He LOVED the snow we got the other week. He’s getting so huge and is a super sweetie, if occasionally a trouble maker. I’m sure one of our neighbors is wondering what happened to his leather sandal and some child down the street is missing their bottle of bubbles. The thing is, Mr. Smart Dog is perfectly behaved and stays where he’s supposed to whenever me or The Accountant is in sight but as soon as we go in the house and let him do his own thing he goes no telling where and strange objects appear in our yard. The Invisible Fence really is, invisible…
Ok, enough of this catching up stuff. I will try to do better about posting more regularly. Really.
Ouch, I just gave myself brain-freeze by eating a grape popsicle too fast. Yeowsers.
So yeah, I know this blog has been sucking lately. I’m just not very motivated to post regularly I guess. Meh. Just haven’t been into it.
Anywho. I have OCD. Or something. Did you know that? Last night I was in Walgreens looking at the greeting cards. The “greeting card lady” from Hallmark or wherever had her little cart out and was putting new cards on the rack. She was standing next to me when I spotted a card that looked interesting and picked it up. But before I picked it up I noticed that it was in the wrong slot. It was in the slot just above the one it belonged in. I take the misplaced card out of it’s spot, read it and then I placed it in the slot where it belongs. Like any decent card-loving person would do right? The Hallmark lady behind me startles me and says dramatically ”I will remember you for the rest of my life”. I was like heheheh, nervous laugh and then she told me that she has never, not one time, seen anyone put an errant greeting card back in it’s rightful place and that I was the type of customer she always wanted to have. Heeheheheh, continue Finn’s nervous laugh while slowly backing away…. No, I’m kidding, I was very nice to her and we had an entire conversation about misplaced greeting cards and her mostly deaf husband who kept replaying the Marvin Gaye singing card she gave him until he wore out the battery. I also learned that Hallmark will be discontinuing it’s line of singing cards and that she can hardly keep the High School Musical one in stock.
It was an interesting night at the local drug store.
This post is mostly for mom and a few select people I guess. Not that anyone else is banned from reading, just you might be getting bored with all the baby talk and I completely realize that this blog is becoming “all Bean, all the time”. Maybe I should start up another blog with just Bean stuff and leave this one to tell you about what I ate for breakfast or something? I dunno.
Anyway, here are a couple of the better ultrasound pictures. Cute huh? Or maybe just creepy?
We found out today that we are having a lil’ baby girl Finn! Guess I was wrong eh? Everything looks healthy and normal. We have several pictures and a dvd which I’m sure I will bore several family members with later. :) We’re very excited with the news and now maybe I’ll actually feel like I can go out and buy things, decorate, etc. Woohoo!
Two big things in the life of Bean…
1. In six more days The Accountant and I will hopefully know if we will be new parents to a baby girl or boy Finnster! I wonder if that will make it feel more real? You’d think my burgeoning belly would knock me over with the reality but so far all it’s done is to make me feel like I’m walking around in someone else’s body desperately searching for bigger pants.
2. I felt Bean move for the first time this past weekend! I was driving home from my parent’s, Maroon5 on the radio and felt three or four little “plink plinks”. Like little bubbles bursting in my tummy. Dad said it was Bean pooting. Ha! (Isn’t that a goofy word - “pooting”?) Since then I’ve felt the plinks several times and more fluttery-type feelings. It will be cool when The Accountant can feel the kicks too.
I’ll be honest, so far being pregnant has just been weird. As in not real yet like I mentioned. I haven’t been able to bring myself to buy anything for Bean yet for some reason and the “nursery” is no where near livable for adult or infant. I know this will change soon (it has too) but for now, I just feel strange. Or something. Like it’s happening to someone else.
I’m very distracted at work and everywhere else too I guess. Everything seems to be so much smaller somehow. Unimportant. Trivial. So the which-a-ma-which numbers in the blahditty-blahditty column should have been switched around? And it seems so-and-so should do such-and-such to fix what-and-what strategic process? I’m sorry, could you repeat that? Screw that report and who cares about that meeting! Because HELLO, the doctor seems to think that I AM GROWING AN ENTIRE HUMAN BEING…..IN. MY. BELLY!!!!!!!!
People treat you different when you’re pregnant. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing but it’s slightly freaking me out how people look at my belly when I walk by. Are they checking out the growth progress or what? I guess so. Folks who don’t normally have much to say to me are asking me how I’m feeling. I even had an entire conversation with the check out guy at Old Navy last night. All because he noticed I was buying maternity jeans. I’m sure the questions, comments and looks will become more frequent as I show more, and it’s fine. It doesn’t annoy me or anything. It’s just, and I’ll say it again, weird.
It’s also strange to think about Bean arriving because I know (as people are oh-so fond of telling me these days), that life will “never be the same”. That’s a scary thought for me. After nearly nine years of marriage you get used to how things are, your routines, how your relationship works, how the household runs. Will the dynamic between The Accountant and I change? Will I become one of those highly stressed, over protective, psycho moms? Will I still enjoy or even have time to read a book, go shopping, fart around on the innertubes, walk the dog, etc? Will I only be defined as being a “mom” and loose myself? Will I be able to maintain some sense of an independant life outside of kids? This is the right thing for us, isn’t it? Goodness, I’m gonna think myself right on into the crazies if I don’t stop it.
Oh well, one thing’s for sure….I am developing an awesome pair of b00bages.
I’m going to post a longer Bean update but until then, here are pics of my 19 week belly taken today. And yes, I’m wearing the same shirt as the last pics.
More later, I promise.
Ohmygoodness, Boyz II Men is on “Don’t Forget the Lyrics”!! (Which is the only reason I’m watching this show I assure you.) I was IN LOVE with them back in da day.
Ok, now I am awash in adolescent memories….forgive me while I dust off my yearbook and go tease my bangs.
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