Remember how I asked for a shirt for my birthday?
My brother, Chuck, and his wife, Audra came through. Photographic evidence below.
Back view (this was Chuck’s own personal touch):
Remember how I asked for a shirt for my birthday?
My brother, Chuck, and his wife, Audra came through. Photographic evidence below.
Back view (this was Chuck’s own personal touch):
There is nothing to make me feel my age like shopping for day care. It’s also a bit strange, because I’m in the fat, not obviously pregnant stage, so I get questions about my child’s name and age, and I have to answer that it will be born in February. Reno has experienced such a population boom that there aren’t enough day cares, and waiting lists are between 6 months and a year. Hence why I have to get motivated and shop NOW.
Shopping for day care is a bit depressing. I think it’s mainly due to the fact that my mom stayed at home with me, and I always assumed I’d do the same with my children. However, due to many circumstances, that’s not really an option, so I’m spending my lunch hours this week touring day cares.
And even more depressing is the fact that most of these day cares are closer to my work than our house, meaning the task of dropping off and picking up our little darling will fall on my shoulders. Anyone want to be our nanny?
We are thrilled that our offer was accepted on the house that we’ve been drooling over for almost three months. It is 4 bedrooms, 2.5 baths, 2,609 square feet with a living room, family room (with gas fireplace), 3 car garage, RV parking, a shed, a greenhouse, and a waterfall with a pond. It’s also on a third acre lot, which is really nice. The neighborhood is quiet and well maintained. It will be a wonderful home in which to raise children! We move in the last week in September.
I wish the realtor had posted more pictures of the property on MLS, but this is all that was posted:
My birthday turned out really well. First of all, we heard back that our offer on the house we’ve been wanting since the beginning of June was accepted. Yeah!!! It’s not the house with the pool, but it does have a pond and a waterfall in the back yard. We’ll think of it as the dog bath/automatic waterer. (Just kidding!!!)
Then I went to the doctor’s, where I had a bit of a scare… The doctor couldn’t find the baby’s heartbeat. That kind of freaked me out, but the doctor didn’t seem concerned at all. He offered to do a quick ultrasound just so that we could double check that everything is OK, meaning I got to see our baby moving and its heart beating strong. That is so reassuring. The doctor said, “see, it’s just chillin’ out on its back there”.
I also got to schedule our in-depth ultrasound appointment, where we will *hopefully* find out what flavor of baby we’re getting… They’re actually going to perform this sonogram on September 6, which will put me at 16.5 weeks. They usually make you wait until 20 weeks, so this was a lovely suprise! Let’s hope that the bun has baked long enough to show us exactly what is cooking in there!!!
We had a great weekend camping with my brothers, sister-in-laws, nephews and niece. I got in plenty of baby cuddling time, and also got to do some (extremely tame) mountain biking, boating and swimming. That was probably my last bout of mountain biking for quite a while, but I really enjoyed it.
Crap, it finally happened. I’m no longer a twenty something. This getting older thing sucks.
JB had a chocolate bouquet delivered to my office this morning. I now have plenty of chocolate to last me through the rest of the pregnancy!
And, in honor of this passing of an era, I am doing a song dedication to myself, and my faithful readers. Tim McGraw sings a great song called My Next 30 Years. I find its lyrics very applicable today.
My Next 30 Years
I think I’ll take a moment celebrate my age
The ending of an era and the turning of a page
Now it’s time to focus in on where I go from here
Lord have mercy on my next thirty years.
In my next thirty years I’m gonna have some fun
Try to forget about all the crazy things I’ve done
Maybe now I’ve conquered all my adolescent fears
And I’ll do it better in my next thirty years.
My next thirty years I’m gonna settle all the scores
Cry a little less laugh a little more
Find a world of happiness without the hate and fear
Figure out just what I’m doin’ here in my next thirty years.
For my next thirty years I’m gonna watch my weight (like I did for the first 30!)
Eat a few more salads and not stay up so late
Drink a little lemonade and not so many beers
Maybe I’ll remember my next thirty years.
My next thirty years will be the best years of my life
Raise a little family and hang out with my husband
Spend precious moments with the ones that I hold dear
Make up for lost time here in my next thirty years.
I love my Ob-gyn. I had no thoughts of changing doctors once I got pregnant. The problem with her is that she is TOO popular.
When I got pregnant, I called the office, and they scheduled an appointment 6 weeks out for my first pregnancy check up. The day of the appointment, one hour before that appointment, the doctor’s office called to cancel because the doctor was sick.
That’s not cool. I had been looking forward to that appointment more than Christmas, because I needed to know everything is OK. They ended up rescheduling it for 2 days later, which was acceptable.
But today, I get a call to hear that my 16 week appointment, scheduled for next Wednesday, has been cancelled because my doctor will be doing surgery. I was then told that she could see me September 21.
Are you friggen kidding me?! Want to see the claws come out? Try to deny a pregnant woman proper prenatal care.
I told the scheduler that was absolutely not acceptable, and that would essentially mean I’d be skipping one of my monthly appointments, and I’m not going to put off the blood tests and heartrate tests that I’m due for.
After putting me on hold for about 10 minutes, she came back with an appointment tomorrow. It’s with another doctor, but at this point, I really don’t care. I need monthly assurance that my baby is OK. If not, you have to deal with RAVING MAD PREGNANT WOMAN.
(cue the super hero music)
Seriously, if this happens again, I may have to start shopping for a new doc.
Yesterday, I went to PF Changs for lunch, where my fortune cookie had not one, not two, but three fortunes. How fortunate am I?!
Here they are:
“Good things come in small packages.”
Um, yeah, like the baby in my belly! Details from BabyCenter: At around 4 inches long, crown to rump, your baby now weighs about 2 1/2 ounces. He’s busy inhaling and exhaling amniotic fluid, which will help develop the air sacs in his lungs. His legs are growing longer than his arms now, and he can move all his joints and limbs. That means his hands are more functional, too. Sweat glands are appearing, and although his eyelids are fused shut, he can sense light. If you shine a flashlight at your tummy, he’s likely to move away from the beam. There’s not much for your baby to taste at this point, but his taste buds are beginning to form.
“Be prepared for the truth.”
Um, that’s a bit scary… Perhaps the truth is what gender this baby will be, which we’ll find out in October. Or, is the truth whether or not our fourth house offer, submitted today, will fly?
“You will be successful in whatever you do.”
I take this to mean that I’ll be a good momma. Either that, or we’ll be successful in buying a new house, in which we’ve been failures so far! Escrow on our current home closes the first week in October, so the clock is ticking, and not in our favor!
I’ve decided what I want for my birthday.
Can someone get me a shirt that says, “I’m not fat, I’m pregnant”?
Oh, and I need that shirt in an XL.
Despite the fact that I’ve only gained two pounds, those two pounds are right in my belly, and I feel and look like a lardo, not a pregnant woman. I’m sure this is only going to get worse…
Back in June, we went to see Maroon 5. JB knows the guy currently drumming with the band, so we got backstage passes to hang out with JB’s friend. You can read the whole story here.
Anyway, I FINALLY got the pics developed from that night. I had forgotten my digital camera at home, so we purchased a disposable camera to document this experience. Here you go….
Here is the band on stage (forgive me, I didn’t have zoom!)
Here is JB with Matt, the current Maroon 5 drummer:
Here are JB and Matt, both looking stoned… I swear they weren’t!
Matt managed to cut himself sometime during the gig, and his jeans were all splattered with blood. I thought this was really cool, so I made him pose for this picture.
A few scenes from backstage. I was trying to be stealthy about taking pictures, so forgive the quality!
This is the lead singer signing a woman’s shoe.
Does this picture not melt your heart? It is JB with my nephew, Luke.
And I just uploaded some more photos to Flickr…
While at the gym today, I became annoyed at the dwindling supply of exercise balls. My trainer gave me all kinds of good core exercises to do on the exercise balls, but lately it is getting more and more challenging to get my hands on one of them. Plus, the only exercise balls that are available right now are for short people.
Despite what my husband might say, I am not short.
So I went up to the gym manager today, and just barely stopped myself before saying to him, “When are you going to get some more balls?”
It was right before that sentence was about to come out of my mouth that I realized how bad it could sound. So, I carefully reworded it to say, “When are you going to get more EXERCISE BALLS?”
Oh, and the woman that calls me Lindsay at the gym was there today, and at one point, she said, “that was impressive.” I didn’t really react because I didn’t think she was talking to me. But a few minutes later, she said again, “that was impressive.”
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you were talking to me.” I said.
“Well, your name IS LINDSAY!” Evidently she had said “that was impressive, Lindsay.”
Why, oh why have I not had the heart to correct this woman? I have no clue what her name is, but she seems to pride herself on remembering my name, despite the fact she gets it wrong!
Note: Are you wondering what I did that was impressive? I was doing chest presses while on the exercise ball, like this:
Wow! The last entry got several comments, which is a lot for this site! My responses:
To Paul, who said: Um… I agree with JB on this one. Car seats don’t fit so well in 2 door sport cars. Oh and the #1 reason to sell….
It’s a Trans Am!!! :^D
Paul, you are thinking way too practically, just like JB! The Trans Am isn’t meant to be practical! Besides, I think one car seat will fit in the back seat just fine! I’m clinging to my youth as long as possible. I know you and JB would love to see me in a minivan, but IT’S NOT GONNA HAPPEN!
To Auntie CB, who said: Thanks for this thought-provoking list and your equally-thoughtful answers. At 37, I can see that I am about 7 yrs. behind, but I’m getting there… You, however, are definitely ahead of the curve, and will make an amazing mother!
CB, I don’t know about being ahead of the curve, but thanks for the kind words. I don’t think you’re 7 years behind at all… Perhaps you have a few points to work on, but who doesn’t?! Besides, Glamour is the magazine that posted this list… You have to keep the source in mind!
To Amber, who said:
I think you are doing great! And you’ll be an amazing Mom so don’t worry about that one!
Amber, I’m glad you and Claire have faith in me… I have hopes of being a great Mom, but also know it will be the most challenging thing that JB and I undertake. I guess that’s the most intimidating thing about our impending parenthood!
While I was on my business trip, I read Knocked Up: Confessions of a Hip Mother-to-be by Rebecca Eckler. I know, I know… I have been tending to read books that parallel what is going on with my life. Last year it was books on engagement. This year, well, I started with Knocked Up.
It was a great book, and I highly recommend it to anyone that has been pregnant, is pregnant, or wants to get pregnant. I found it very entertaining, and it made me feel like I’ve been a saint, as I read about how she drank, smoked, ate sushi and took a ton of Advil while she was pregnant. Ha! I haven’t done any of those things!
Rating: Five stars out of Five. It’s a quick, fun read and a totally guilty pleasure.
This month’s Glamour ironically featured the following lists of what every woman should have and know by the time she’s 30. Since that landmark is approaching me this week, I thought I’d go through and see how I’ve done, according to Glamour, that is.
BY 30, YOU SHOULD HAVE:
1. One old boyfriend you can imagine going back to and one who reminds you of how far you’ve come.
Um, this is hard… The only old boyfriend I can imagine going back to is my husband. There is a reason why I’m not with the others!!! As for the one who reminds me how far I’ve come, The Man Now Known As The Ex wins the prize for that. It scares me to think what my life would have been if I stayed with him!!!
2. A decent piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in your family. Thanks to JB, we have a good amount of nice furniture he bought new. And of course, there is our new King size bed, which is very nice, too!
3. Something perfect to wear if the employer or man of your dreams wants to see you in an hour. I’m good to go here, but I’m not sure that outfit still fits!!! I don’t think being pregnant when I consider this is completely fair!
4. A purse, a suitcase and an umbrella you’re not ashamed to be seen carrying. Hmm… The purse thing is hard, because I’m more about functionality than beauty when it comes to a purse. Right now I have a brown purse, so as long as I’m not wearing black shoes or a black outfit, I am not ashamed to be seen with it. I’m doing well in the suitcase and umbrella department, though.
5. A youth you’re content to move beyond. I had a great youth. But I don’t know how content I am to move beyond it. Getting married, pregnant, turning 30 and (potentially) buying a house all in one year is a quick jolt into adulthood.
6. A past juicy enough that you’re looking to forward to retelling it in your old age. That, I can definitely say I have. College was a lot of fun! And we don’t need to talk about those two trips to New Orleans!
7. The realization that you are actually going to have an old age—and some money set aside to help fund it. I’m doing pretty well here, thanks to the strong encouragement from my parents and brother when I took my first job out of college.
8. An e-mail address, a voice mailbox and a bank account—all of which nobody has access to but you. Let’s see, I have three e-mail accounts, work voice mail, and cell phone voice mail. However, the hubby and I share a bank account, which was the best choice for us and our relationship. Sorry, Glamour.
9. A résume that is not even the slightest bit padded. Check. Got it.
10. One friend who always makes you laugh and one who lets you cry. Definitely have that, but does it matter that it’s the same person?! Luv ya Amber!
11. A set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill and a black lace bra. Well, thanks to marriage, I have access to a heck of a lot more tools than that, but I’m proud to say that I had a set of screwdrivers and a corded drill when I was single. And of course, what woman doesn’t own a black lace bra?!
12. Something ridiculously expensive that you bought for yourself, just because you deserve it. Ah, that would be my Trans Am, the car my husband would love for me to sell. Not gonna do it!
13. The belief that you deserve it. Heck yeah, I deserve that car! Vroom! Vroom!
14. A skin-care regimen, an exercise routine and a plan for dealing with those few other facets of life that don’t get better after 30. Doing well in this department, too. In fact, I’m probably a bit paranoid… I started using eye wrinkle cream at 18 for preventative purposes!
15. A solid start on a satisfying career, a satisfying relationship and all those other facets of life that do get better. Check.
BY 30, YOU SHOULD KNOW:
1. How to fall in love without losing yourself. Even though I can lose myself in my hubby, I don’t always do so.
2. How you feel about having kids. Um, yeah, I’ve got that figured out. Lucky for the kid that is in my belly right now!
3. How to quit a job, break up with a man and confront a friend without ruining the friendship. I think I’ve done that all… I was never good at breaking up with boyfriends, though. But, I’m proud to say that I’m still in touch with boyfriends from high school and college. (Don’t worry, they are married with kids!)
4. When to try harder and when to walk away. That’s deep.
5. How to kiss in a way that communicates perfectly what you would and wouldn’t like to happen next. Check.
6. The names of: the secretary of state, your great-grandmother and the best tailor in town. Condoleeza Rice, Caroline and Ottilia (great-grandmothers), and uh-oh, I don’t know the best tailor in town. I thought I did until he messed up on MY WEDDING DRESS!
7. How to live alone, even if you don’t like to. Every woman should get to live on her own for a while. It was a valuable experience for me, despite the fact that I lived alone longer than I would have preferred.
8. How to take control of your own birthday. I keep trying, but outside forces tend to work against me. I’ve had a string of bad birthdays, and am hoping this next one will make up for that!
9. That you can’t change the length of your calves, the width of your hips or the nature of your parents. This one should change for me to say the size of your belly, the width of your waist or the nature of your parents. Would love to change the first two, but know I can’t do too much against nature. As for my parents, I wouldn’t change a thing!
10. That your childhood may not have been perfect, but it’s over. I definitely had a good childhood, despite the horror stories I can tell about my older brother(s) torturing me!
11. What you would and wouldn’t do for money or love. Got that figured out too… For instance, I won’t live in Detroit for money!!!
12. That nobody gets away with smoking, drinking, doing drugs or not flossing for very long. Point well taken. Have never really had a problem with any of these.
13. Who you can trust, who you can’t and why you shouldn’t take it personally. Definitely think I have that figured out.
14. Not to apologize for something that isn’t your fault. That’s hard, but I’m getting it.
15. Why they say life begins at 30. That’s a hard one, too. I’m excited to start my 30s as a wife and mother, but man, that is a bit intimidating, too. Being irresponsible has a direct effect on others now! Part of me misses the care free years of college, but most of me appreciates that I have almost all that I’ve dreamed of, which makes me happy.
Now that I’ve officially made it through the first trimester, I consider myself an expert on pregnancy (ha — that is sarcasm, people!). Anyway, here are my obeservations thus far.
Being Pregnant is…
Don’t think that I’m not grateful for being pregnant. It’s just that you never learn about these kinds of things before you actually get knocked up.
I’m back! I know you all probably expected me to be blogging like crazy while I was at a blog conference, but you have to realize that I was the only person there with a 4 year old lap top that only had dial up connection. I tried to check my e-mail, and it was taking 5 minutes to open each message, so I gave up on any Internet activities at all.
Believe me, I could have blogged all kinds of witty obeservations during that conference… It was a bit too tech blog focused. Basically, I sat there and watched geeks battle it out for two whole days. These were people who were self professed Internet stars, and I had never heard of any of them before. Considering I spend all of my time at work online, I think that says something.
The blogs that interest me are the ones where people talk about their lives. It’s like reading a book one page a day. I’ve been following certain blogs (hi, Krisalis and web-goddess) for several years now. I like hearing about their day to day successes and struggles. I am not interested in tech blogs, where people debate about web development, software development, and browser features. Hence why the tech bloggers at the conference didn’t really do much for me.
As for the trip itself, I came to really regret wearing my maternity pants for traveling. Those darn pants kept falling down while I was walking, and I had to totally pull them back up each time I sat down or stood up. It was a pain in the butt. I guess I was pushing the maternity pants thing a bit. Unfortunately, that was all I brought on my trip, and I had neglected to bring a belt, so I felt like I was in a weight watchers commercial (you know, where the people wear their old huge pants) the entire trip.
I flew into Oakland and took the BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit for your Easterners) into the City. As I was walking to my hotel, the first conversation I overheard was of a gay man talking on the phone.
“I got the worst paper cut on a gum wrapper today!” He was telling his friend. It was pretty funny.
I was pretty exhausted after my trip there on Wednesday, so I just went to my room and went to bed early. I stayed at The Palace in the Financial District, and had been looking forward using their pool, which looked amazing (for a hotel pool) on their website. I even came armed with my cap and goggles. I was very disappointed to find the entire pool drained upon my arrival.
Thursday after the conference, I went to work out at 24 hour Fitness, as that is my local gym and I have all club access. It was interesting working out in the big city. The club was on four really small floors, and no one talked to each other. It was an ultra serious environment. I actually like my gym in Reno much better.
On Friday, I was taking a walk on a break in between sessions, and kept hearing emergency sirens and seeing cops and fire trucks everywhere. Turns out there was a transformer explosion mere blocks from my hotel. Of course, when I asked the hotel valet what was going on, he said, “we don’t think it is terrorism”.
Anyway, the trip home was uneventful. I went to see JB’s band play on Friday night when I got home, and then on Saturday, I went to a bar-b-que at Chuck and Audra’s house. We house shopped on Sunday, as our third house offer has gone down the tubes now. I’m really getting tired of house shopping!
Last night, we went to the last performance of the year for the Lake Tahoe Shakespeare Festival. We met some friends there, and went swimming before the show, and then enjoyed VIP seating for Comedy of Errors, which turned out to be a Western themed version of Shakespeare.
So now you’re caught up on my life. Today, I’m wearing non-maternity capri pants with a cute maternity shirt that a friend is letting me borrow. I didn’t think the shirt really looked like a maternity shirt until two girls from the office commented on how I looked a lot more pregnant today.
Oh, and I’m turning 30 this week, so stay tuned for my thoughts leading up to that momentous day. *cringe*
Just back from an American Marketing Association luncheon. For the first time since I started this blog, I was approached by a guy that said he knew me through this blog. That’s so cool! Hi, Ed!!!
Anyway, I was riding back to the office with two other people, when one of the guys said, “did you know Ezze (pronounced Izzy) isn’t an Oompa Loompa?”
I had to interrupt. “What the heck are you talking about?”
And evidently, I’ve missed a really big breaking news story here in Reno…. The town little person, who has claimed for 30+ years to be an Oompa Loompa, well, he really isn’t. He just made it up.
And when I went to check out Ed’s site, he was breaking the story, too. How did I miss this?!
Yesterday after work, I went shopping for some shorts, considering I only have 2 pairs that fit me now. Of course, I got side tracked and ended up trying on maternity pants.
Oh. My. Gosh. Maternity pants are SO comfortable! They have elastic waistbands and soft panels… So much less constricting than my normal clothes have been! I sat there wondering why more women weren’t embracing certain comforts of maternity clothes, because seriously, it feels like you’re wearing your favorite pajamas around.
So, this morning as I was dressing for work, I gave in to the urge. I looked at my normal khakis, and then looked at the maternity khakis I purchased yesterday. I decided that they may be big, but I’d be COMFORTABLE, especially since I’m traveling this afternoon. So, I’m now walking around in pants that are way too big for me around the waist, and I can actually go to the bathroom without unbuttoning and unzipping them, but damn, am I comfortable. Who cares if I have to keep pulling my pants up?!
I didn’t think this was supposed to happen for another month or so, but I officially have a baby belly now. My fat clothes are now tight, and I have to wear them with the zipper/buttons undone. Good golly, that is scary! And I’ve only gained like 2 pounds! I had hoped to only have to buy winter maternity clothes, but I know think I must go shopping for clothes after work today.
I got my first belly rub from someone besides JB on Sunday. Luckily, it was a good friend, so I didn’t mind it. That will be one thing that I doubt I’ll ever get used to!
Well, we ended negotiations on the house we were trying to buy because of a price discrepancy. But, we’re ready to put in an offer on a house with a pool, hot tub, and outdoor kitchen. How friggen cool would that be?! Pool party at our house, man!!! Let’s hope we can get it!
Oh, geesh. They are desecrating the NMSU mascot, Pistol Pete. Evidently, in an effort to remake the brand of NMSU on a national level, officials think Pete shouldn’t have a pistol. Read the whole story (link courtesy of Jane).
Back when I was in school, I briefly dated a guy that was the Pistol Pete mascott. He got fired from the job when he punched the El Paso Miner in the nose. I personally think that is a really cool way to get fired if you’re a mascott!
Two years ago, I met the love of my life. It amazes me how much my life has changed for the better since JB came into my life. Read the story of how we met.
There are some questions that almost everyone asks once that they learn about the bun in my oven. So, let’s just get the answers out in the open:
1. When are you due? February 17 (plus or minus two weeks)
2. Are you going to find out the gender of the baby? Not only yes, but hell yes. I am a planner, and it will make things a lot easier to know what flavor of baby we’re going to be getting.
3. When do you find out the gender? Sometime in October.
4. Do you have any names picked out? Nope. We haven’t had a serious discussion about it yet, and are waiting to find out the gender, which will cut out 50% of the work. We have fun coming up with joke names, like Hellen Ellen Bellin for a girl, and JB’s favorite Berf for a boy.
5. What do you want, a girl or a boy? Really, since it is the first, we’d be happy with either. We just want it to be healthy. I know it sounds cliche, but it’s true. We’d like one of each eventually, so the stakes will be a lot higher with bambino #2.
6. Will you be going back to work? As much as I’d like to be a stay at home mom, that’s looking less and less possible. Hence, I’ll be taking three months off with our little one, and then will return to work.
And with that, I wish you a happy Friday! Ciao!
House update: Well, they countered our offer, which is good news, because at least they didn’t reject it outright. We’re trying to scramble to put together our counter to the counter offer, which has been a bit stressful between work demands and discussing this over the phone with JB. I need to do some deep breathing exercises. Good golly, this is a lot of money we’re talking about!!!