Good & Bad
May 15, 2008
Good: Telling a pregnant woman that she’s carrying her pregnancy beautifully.
Bad: Saying, “Wow, you’re getting HUGE!”
Good: Saying, “You’re having a baby, too! So is my –insert family member here–! And you’re both due in August!”
Bad: Adding, “But she’s not nearly as big as you…” to the above statement.
Good: Being an adorable stranger who extends his umbrella to you and walks you across the street to the coffee shop, telling you how cute and pregnant you are the whole while.
Bad: There is no bad to that. That’s just good.
Kiss
May 1, 2008
I can’t name you a single Kiss song. I’m sure that I’ve heard them before and I’m sure that I’d probably even be able to sing the words to a few, but I can’t match the song and the artist. Especially not when it comes to Kiss.
I still love love love Gene Simmons’ show Family Jewels. I can’t help it. This family just makes me laugh, no matter how foul of a mood I’m in. Gene is so completely clueless about what life in the real world is like, but he tries so very hard. His kids are the most awesomely down to earth kids, considering their lifestyle and their parentage. His non-wife, Shannon Tweed, is fantastic. She’s snarky and she’s fun and watching her and Gene together remind me of the kind of relationship that I would love to have.
I. Love. This. Show.
Wrong
April 30, 2008
Have you ever wanted, really desperately wanted, to be wrong about something?
Me, too.
Directionally Challenged
April 23, 2008
I have an issue.
I have no idea where I’m going. No, I’m not having a quarter-life crisis, I really truly have no idea what direction my car is facing at any given time. My complete inability to figure out where I am can be rather frustrating.
Here’s an example. This last weekend, I picked up a friend to drive us out to a dinner in a town I’d never been to before. I wrote out my directions and picked up my girlfriend. We followed our very carefully written directions and found our location without a hitch. Awesome. I love it when that happens. The problem was the trip home. I have been to my friend’s house well over a dozen times (they just moved in there a few months ago or the number would be significantly higher), but coming from the opposite direction, she had to direct me every single turn- including the one into her complex!
I’m useless at figuring out how to get anywhere! I must have been absent on the day they handed out a sense of direction.
Me Fit Via Wii Fit
April 18, 2008
Can I just tell you how excited I am for the upcoming release of Wii Fit?
I bought my Nintendo Wii about a year ago and I am embarrassed to admit that I haven’t used it nearly as much as I anticipated. It’s this blasted internet, it keeps dragging me away, I swear! That said, when I do use it, I love it. I love playing my Carnival Games and going bowling in my living room is a blast. I keep meaning to throw a Wii party, but with seemingly never-ending renovations, it hasn’t happened yet.
But this, Wii Fit, oooooh, I am so excited. The game comes with its own balance board and a whole array of exercises to do. It comes out in May which will be perfect- I can buy it to do some pre-natal yoga and then jump into the full workout a few months later after Ana’s arrival! Suh-weet!
So, who wants to come get Wii Fit with me?
Storage Solutions
April 14, 2008
I have a dilemma.
In playing this new game of fit-baby-into-our-one-bedroom-apartment, I’ve run into some problems. I recognize that I’m going to have to make a lot of sacrifices in the name of space. My biggest and most painful compromise is the necessary evil of putting my books into storage. Not all, but most. And by most I mean about 900 of my approximately 1000 titles. The plan is to sit in this apartment for a year before moving to a bigger house where I can then unpack them all again and sit surrounded by books for days while I weep in joy at having my lovelies back around me. I love my books.
Here’s my problem. We have a very small storage unit that is already full. I have about four large bins worth of books that still need a storage home. Where in HELL am I going to put them? I can fit one in my closet, but I need to save room in there for more baby stuff that’s coming. I can put one in Derek’s closet and hope that he doesn’t notice. Beyond that, I’m stuck. The worst part? There’s MORE items that have to go into storage than just books. We have clothes that won’t fit me for at least a year, but I’m not willing to part with and we have items that we use and enjoy, but just don’t have the space for right now.
Rargh. I need a bigger house.
In other news, the diabetes thing has become a little more manageable, if still entirely obnoxious. I did have to go on insulin, which I suspected, and I’ve become accustomed to giving myself my daily shot of insulin before dinner. The hardest part is eating on a schedule and staying away from carbs. I heart carbs and I never realized how much until I had to put such severe limitations on how many grams I get to eat! It’s alright, though. I’m on my way to a happy healthy motherhood, right? Right? It’s all good.
Ana Banana
April 10, 2008
It’s okay if you can’t see what I’m about to show in the following picture. Ultrasounds were hard for me to read before I had things pointed out to me, too.
Here is our first real glimpse (at least of more than a smudge) of baby Anastasia Rose.
We found out today, after our ultrasound last Friday, that she’s a little girl and I could not be more ecstatic. There is still a slim sliver of doubt- about 10%- but for now, she’s our sweet little princess and I can’t stop grinning.
Say hello to Ana!
And here’s a bonus: a picture of my growing belly from just shy of two weeks ago- right as we hit the 20 week point.
Not Something To Associate With Your Children
April 7, 2008
Co-worker: So have you guys considered some names for the baby?
Me: Yeah, we’re lucky and we had already decided before I even got pregnant. Made it easy.
Co-worker: So?
Me: For a boy we’ve decided on Ethan David. For a girl, we like the name Anastasia Rose. Since we don’t know what the peanut is yet, I’ve taken to calling the baby Ethana.
Co-worker: Ha, Ethana?
Me: Well, yeah, I was going to call baby Ethanastasia, but that sounds a bit close to Euthanasia and I’m just not down with calling my kid that.
Co-worker: You are so weird.
Me: I know. I can’t help it.
A Poor Substitute
April 3, 2008
I walked through the food court at the mall today where I had to run some errands on my lunch break and somehow manage to find a nutritious and diabetic-safe meal all at the same time. Let me tell you, when you are limited in the amount of carbs that you’re allowed to consume, finding food in the food court is not an easy task.
I settled on a crispy chicken salad from KFC and placed my order. I waited the obligatory few minutes while they supposedly prepared the salad (read: pulled from the fridge in the back).
Friendly KFC Worker: We’re out of croutons, do you want some extra dressing?
Me: Uhm. Okay. I guess?
Can someone please tell me how extra dressing is supposed to make up for the lack of croutons? Why even say anything? Am I the only one who finds this odd? And no, I don’t care about the lack of dried bread on my salad, I just am having a hard time figuring out how dressing makes a reasonable substitute.
Diabetes & Me
March 25, 2008
I shouldn’t really be surprised that my test for gestational diabetes came back positive. A few years ago, right before I moved from Washington to Canada, I was told that I had Type 2 Diabetes. This was literally two weeks before I moved. When I moved, I lost all my health coverage. I saw a doctor in Canada and mentioned the diabetes, but they shrugged it off like it was nothing. Once I got coverage, when I saw a doctor, it was once again treated like no big thang. I went in for some routine bloodwork and it came back normal so I was told it was probably a misdiagnosis or that I simply had glucose intolerance and nobody really said much else to me.
I definitely take a large part of the blame because I was in complete and total denial. I didn’t want to deal with diabetes and pricking my finger a million times a day and eating a restrictive diet. I mean, c’mon, I’m the cupcake queen over here. No sugar?
When I found out that I was pregnant, my sugar levels were an immediate concern for me. I convinced my GP to add on a blood sugar test to the list of other test I had to do and sure enough, they came back a smidge high. He still didn’t seem concerned, but he decided to go ahead with the gestational diabetes test even though it was about 7 weeks earlier than it would normally be administered. Two days later I was called back in for a confirmation test. Two days later the diabetes clinic gave me a call and today I went in for a two hour class.
So yay for my new restrictive diet. Yay for pricking my finger four times a day. Yay for weekly appointments that I have to take time off of work for.
Forgive me for sounding bitter.