JB is now really into making gourmet coffee. His latest pursuit is latte art. Here is a picture of his latest masterpiece, an embryo!
JB is now really into making gourmet coffee. His latest pursuit is latte art. Here is a picture of his latest masterpiece, an embryo!
I did the transition of moving Little Miss from her crib to a twin bed last Sunday. Things went surprisingly well. Besides a few instances where she got out of bed right after we put her down, she slept through the night, and even got up in the morning and got herself dressed (OK, granted she was choosing clothes from the dirty clothes hamper, but still…), and then she’d get her own milk out of the refrigerator. Brilliant, or so I thought!
Then, there was last night. She got out of bed multiple times, and then didn’t manage to fall asleep until 10. At 2am, she awoke screaming at the top of her lungs. I went to her, thinking she had fallen out of the bed, but no, the child was screaming a demand for APPLES in the middle of the night. I promptly told her we don’t eat in the middle of the night and put her back to bed.
At 5:30am, I feel her standing on our bed, and look to find her in her Snow White dress. 5:30am is just not acceptable in our house, I don’t care if you are a princess. At first, I told her Dad to take her back to bed, which sent her into a fit. So I pulled her in with me, as I was rather groggy. But then, as I lay with her in my bed, I consciously thought that now was the time I should be setting the standard, and under no condition was her sleeping with us going to be acceptable. This is mostly because I absolutely cannot sleep with her in my bed. I get this super-aware motherhood consciousness going on, and I can’t seem to go completely unconscious.
So, as a way to preserve my sanity, knowing a newborn is on the way, and I sure as heck don’t need two of them getting up in the middle of the night, I marched her back to her room, changed her into her pajamas, and told her that it was unacceptable to get up when it was still dark out.
That lasted for about an hour, and considering it was 15 minutes before my alarm was set to go off, I just got up when she knocked on our door at 6:30. When I came out, boy was I cranky, and we had a serious talk, where I told her that she would be sleeping in her crib again tonight, as she had broken all of the rules we had set around her new bed.
I know it will be ugly tonight when I enforce this, but I think I must move forward with this punishment. This has to be put to a stop before a newborn arrives, as two of them interrupting my sleep would surely drive me over the edge.
And darn the luck, I can’t jack myself up on caffeine to make up for the lack of sleep.
Today, we had a group of high school students come to the office for tours and to hear about our education and experience. In short, the goal is to have us employees inspire them to go get their education and make good careers for themselves.
I ended up being assigned to a few students that could not have been less interested in my message. I really tried to inspire them and let them know how valuable my education has been for me, and I was met by blank stares. It made me sad for them. They’re evidently growing up in homes where they aren’t being encouraged and challenged. There was no sparkle in their eyes. They obviously don’t have parents telling them they can be whatever they want if they work hard. I could totally picture these girls pregnant and working for minimum wage in a year or two, and it was frustrating for me not to be able to break through their tough facade to inspire them to strive for more – more for themselves, and more for their future families.
In my mind, I compared the way I’m already educating and encouraging my 3 year old daughter, and I truly think these high school students were never treated that way. It’s just sad. But then again, I’m even more driven to keep that spark in my daughter’s eyes alive. I want to encourage her curiosity, let her dream big dreams, and show her the tools to achieving those dreams.
A thought just occurred to me. My daughter recently told me she wants to be Tinkerbell when she grows up. I haven’t yet told her that isn’t possible, but perhaps some more realistic career aspirations are called for as she matures!
I’ve been teaching Little Miss how to pray lately. Last night, I said a prayer, and told her it was her turn. This is what she said:
“Dear God, thank you for the poop. Thank you for the pee. Amen.”
Nothing like 3 year old potty humor making its way into prayer. Needless to say, we had a discussion about appropriate topics for prayer after that.
Knowing that this most likely will be my last planned pregnancy, I wanted to make a big deal out of unveling the news to the grandparents. Somehow, both unveilings were jinxed and went wrong, but make for good stories.
I found out I was pregnant the day before returning to Albuquerque for Thanksgiving break. Mom knew that I’d be taking a test right before flying out, so I knew I needed to tell her. I took a Clear Blue pregnancy test, the digital kind that says “pregnant” on the display when it is positive. I let it sit out overnight, and in the morning, the digital display was still beaming that key word. So I wrapped it up in fancy paper, and put it in my carry on bag.
When I got to Albuquerque, I had planned to give my parents their “present” when we arrived at their house. Of course, on the way home, Mom asks how that test turned out. I tried to deter her with an answer like, “oh, I don’t know yet.”
Anyway, we get to their house, and by now I’m brimming with anticipation to tell them. I’m horrible at keeping secrets from my Mom. So we walk into their house, and my parents’ two dogs are jumping with joy to see us. I tell my parents that I have a special present for them, and hand it over. The dogs were going crazy. I had to wait while Mom went to get dog treats and tried to get them to sit and be calm. Meanwhile I was about to explode.
“Open it!!!” I encouraged.
So Mom opened it, and said, “huh, what is this, a thermometer?”
And I said, “read it!”
She gave me a blank look. That’s when I realized the lovely digital display saying “pregnant” had gone blank. And then, she started taking the cap off to expose the pee stick, still thinking it was a thermometer evidently. At that point, I snatched it from her before she could touch the pee dip stick and I blurted out, “well, it’s supposed to say pregnant.”
JB decided we should wait until after my first doctor’s appointment to tell his parents. Once again, I’m not great at keeping secrets, and I can’t tell you how many times I almost spilled the beans with them unintentionally. My first doctor appointment was two weeks before we would see them in person, so I decided to wait another two weeks and tell them in person. They came to Reno for Christmas, and I had blown up a copy of the ultrasound, wrote a personal note on it saying that “Baby Bellin would be making an appearance in August”, and then put it in a fancy Christmas box.
I picked them up from the airport, and drove them to the restaurant where we were eating for Christmas Eve dinner with the box in my lap. It was killing me to wait any more. So we get to the restaurant, are seated, and I hand the box to Little Miss, telling her to give the box to her Nana.
JB’s mom opens the box, and looks a bit perplexed. She then stops to dig for her reading glasses from her purse. I’m sitting there about to explode from excitement, and the waiting for her reaction was killing me.
So she gets out her reading glasses, looks in the box again, and continues to look perplexed.
“There is nothing in here.” she says.
I turn to Little Miss and say, “Honey, did you do something with the thing that was in that box?”
She gleefully responds, “yeah!”
Ah, my little helper.
So I tell my mother in law that the gift will have to wait. I lasted about another 5 minutes, and as the waiter started pouring the wine at our table, I knew my mother in law was about to catch on in a milisecond that I wasn’t drinking. So I whispered for Little Miss to tell her Nana that there “is a baby in Momma’s tummy.” She did, and we still got a great reaction, though she only told her Nana, and then refused to repeat it for the rest of the table.
So much for my grand surprises. We got home later that night, and I found the ultrasound copy in the middle of the family room floor.
Anyway, I thought you all would enjoy those stories.
And here I am again, back from the dead in the blogosphere. Someone has pressed the fast forward button on my life, and I’m just struggling to keep up. My best way to describe work lately is that I’m drinking from a fire hose. Home life has been similarly hectic.
Last week, Little Miss turned 3. I took the day off of work and took time just to celebrate her. It was a lovely, amazing day in which I felt honored to be her mother. I have more to post from her birthday, but will do so later with pictures. Anyway, that night, I caught a cold and got about 3 hours of sleep. The rest of the week was a blur. I was able to convalesce for a half day, and then had to march myself into facilitating a class for two days. Let me tell you, being sick and pregnant is not so great for performing your best.
I was able to slow down a bit and recover over the weekend. I swear I’m still tired, though. My nephews were in town, and it was so fun to have Little Miss get together with all four of her cousins from my side of the family. Monday was yet another daycare holiday that I don’t get, so I took the day off. Between sick days, personal days, and days leading training, my Inbox at work is about to self destruct, and my to do list trails out the door of my office.
Did I mention I recently got an office? Thank God for doors.
Be patient with me as I get out some pent up blogging.
I just received this email from JB:
“So I’m taking work pics off my camera, when I come across all these blurry angled shots inside our house, hmmm… It turns out the culprit documented herself in the process.”
I finally got a chance to upload some pics. Here are a few from the company “Winter Celebration”, which I mentioned before had a Snappy Casual dress code.
Looking at this first pic, perhaps I do look a bit pregnant. I did have to dig into the maternity wardrobe for snappy casual, as none of my regular clothes fit that description.
Evidently JB liked the outfit.
Sassy and 100% sober.
JB getting fresh with the ice sculpture. This is now my desktop background on my work computer.
And one kiddie pic to give you your princess fix for the day. Here are Little Miss and her cousin, in their princess costumes, sitting on a princess couch.
JB and I like to tease each other using our daughter as a medium. It’s great fun… I’ll whisper to her to go tell him something, and it’s always fun to see what comes out of her mouth.
JB has been teasing me lately about pregnancy, and has been claiming that my new sweat pants are actually “pregnancy pants”. They’re not, but they are highly comfortable, so I have been wearing them a lot. Anyway, he knows this gets my goat, as I’m not into maternity clothes yet, so I don’t want to hear that I look like I already am.
This morning, JB whispered to Little Miss to tell Momma that she’s “wearing pregnancy pants”. What ended up happening was she walked into the bathroom where I was getting ready, and she said, “Momma, you wear pink ski pants.”
I then heard peals of laughter coming from the other room as JB corrected her.
And while I’m at it, I’ll share two more Little Miss quotes that were just priceless:
Little Miss: Momma, who cleans the mountains?
Me: *thinking* The snow cleans the mountains, sweetie.
Little Miss: So when people make it dirty… Like when people pee on it, the snow cleans the mountain?
While I’m driving, she is babbling in the backseat. I ask her, “what are you saying?”
She responds, “I just don’t know what I’m saying, thank you.”
Let’s just say I’m a strange pregnant person.
I don’t get morning sickness. Instead, I belch. A lot.
I have had only one food aversion — to the breakfast burritos I have made almost every weekend for 5 years. Even the native New Mexican in me cannot stomach chili on eggs for some reason.
I think I may be allergic to this baby. Ever since I found out I was pregnant, I started sneezing and getting a runny nose. To add to the fun, half of the time when I get a sneezing fit, I get the lovely stabbing of round ligament pain. There is nothing to make you look crazy like saying, “Aaah…aaah….. chooo… OOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUCCCCHHH!” as I grab my belly in pain.
When my doctor asks me how I’m feeling, I say, “not really pregnant.” I mean, my clothes still fit (OK, I have a bit more muffin top than before), and everything is fine besides the belching and the sneezing, so if it weren’t for the positive pregnancy tests, ultrasound and doppler evidence, I wouldn’t believe it myself.
Another fun quirk of mine when I’m pregnant is that I just won’t look pregnant until at least 7 or 8 months. I don’t grow one of those cute bumps that everyone wants to rub. I gain spare tires, and look like I have a bigger pot belly. In other words, I just look like a reversing of The Biggest Looser, as in I’m The Biggest Gainer.
I’ve already had a case belly envy with a woman in my weights class at the gym. She has this adorable bump, and everyone comments on how great it is that she’s working out while pregnant, and how strong she is… And the competitor in me is internally screaming, “hey, what about me?!” This turns it into an unspoken competition for me to lift more and out-perform the cute belly girl. She has no idea what she is up against!
So I told you. I’m just strange. At least I know I’m strange.
That, in a nutshell, has been my first trimester. So far, everything but the sneezing has been identical to my first pregnancy. I wonder if that means I’m having another girl. Could JB handle yet another princess girly girl in our house?!
I figure it is about time you all know the reason for my silence. I’ve been harboring a secret, and haven’t been writing much because the main thing on my mind was something I wasn’t yet ready to blog about.
I’m coming out of the closet…
Yup, I’m knocked up.
I have a bun in the oven.
I’m 14 weeks along and am due August 2.
The ultrasound above was from almost two months ago, when the kid looked more like a fish than a human (look close and you can see a tail). In three more weeks, we will get the in depth ultrasound, and hopefully this kiddo will be spread eagle so that we can see what flavor of Bellin I’m cooking up in there.
Expect to hear more from me now that I can blog about pregnancy. There is so much to say!