The littlest things are keeping me from blogging
It's been a crazy few days, as you can probably imagine. Our parents were both here Sun & Mon, Chris's Mom left Tues, mine will probably leave Friday. Thank heavens, though. We've had meals made for us, the house cleaned, the baby held. It's certainly going to be tougher when there aren't spare hands reaching for the baby at all times. Sleep has been expectedly spotty, but last night was actually survivable - I think I got 6 hours of sleep, which is WAY more than I expected. We'll see if that ever happens again. My Dad, Mr Project Man, is getting antsy because we don't really have many projects left, so it's time to head on out.
It's a BOY!
Porter Deon
Born Aug 23
7lbs 11 oz
19 1/4 inches tall
Mom, Dad and Baby are all exhausted
Labels: Porter
Nope, not today
My co-worker got tired of answering the question on everyone's mind.
Chris (the not-my-husband-but-still-a-crosser version) is going to see his baby at roughly the same time we're thinking we'll see ours! I swear we were NOT at the same party.
Hmm. On second thought, were y'all drinking from the same whiskey bottle at the end of MAC races last year?
Labels: pregnancy
Clean House
I am pathetically addicted to makeover shows. "What not to Wear", "Clean House", etc, all have me entranced. But I think what I'm most fascinated by is how resistant people are to change even when they are so bad at some facet of their life that they get nominated for one of these shows. My favs are the women who wail on "What not to Wear" when their hair is cut. Dude, you're on a show called what not to wear. The guy cutting your hair gets paid 10 times what your "stylist" gets. And....it's HAIR. It will grow back! Or how about the people on Clean House who first fight getting rid of things (er....why did they nominate themselves? they didn't know they had to get rid of stuff) and then worry that the design won't suit them. These are people who couldn't walk across their living room floor and now they're worried about the design?! ANYTHING is better than what they had!
I'm off to fantasize about $5000 to spend on a new wardrobe with makeup and hair done by real pros.
The "Other" religion
Megan McArdle has moved from a PC to a MAC. And I think
she captures the experience well.
Labels: Other Blogs
Rain, Rain,
Go away
Come again another day
Little doggies want to play
Rain, Rain
Go Away
Other parts of the country have had a wet summer with flooding, but we have decided to get all of our rain in one week. Which is just sucking wind for two antsy dogs who can't figure out why the humans don't turn off the outdoor shower. They don't like being out in this weather either. But being cooped up in a small duplex isn't precisely their idea of a dream. Fred's pouting paw is on permanent extension. He wants to make sure we understand how miserable this all is. And he's got Ginger well trained also.
Add to that the adventure of Fred's newest fashion statement:
He tore his right front dew claw pretty badly, and is sporting a lovely "cuff" these days (aka a blue bandage from the vet). He also had this in green, but alas that doesn't match his leash as well. Then we bought a new red leash, so we might have to hit the vet to update the look. I digress.
Anyway, for fun these days Chris and I have been rating the value of the insanity each dog shows us to let us know that they're BORED. Ginger pretty much wins every time.
Labels: Dogs
Style Lust
I didn't realize how sick I was of maternity clothes until we went to the book store last night. I picked up
InStyle magazine and
Lucky magazine. When we got home, I was like a teenage boy with Playboy. And I am by nature a disease-ride t-shirt and jeans/shorts kind of girl. But I'm getting a little sick of wearing the same 6 outfits, 3 of which the tops are too short to cover the belly. I'm looking forward to having more selections after the baby's born. Or at least having all of those outfits fit again until I get back to a normal shape/size. Soon!
Labels: pregnancy
So THAT'S how it's done
I like
this story about a continental airlines passenger revolt.
Fun with Co-workers
I was attending a meeting that was supposed to end at 9:30, but was running long. I had a meeting that started at 9:30. So at about 9:28, I told the people in the meeting "Look I really have to go". Which caused much consternation until I clarified "Not to the hospital, to my next meeting!"
This pregnancy thing is so much fun!
Labels: pregnancy
Cheapy movie night, round two
So last night we were off to see the Bourne movie. Oh dang, I can never remember which one. Identity? Supremacy? No, wait, I've got it - Ultimatum. And it really is the ultimate summer movie thriller. What more could you want - it's got a hotty lead (Matt Damon), a hotty chick (Julia Stiles), and action/adventure all over the place. My only complaint with this movie is the same as with the Bourne Supremacy - they borrowed their camera style from "The Blair Witch Project". Hand cams have to be the most highly over-rated shooting style in the world. Thankfully it wasn't as extreme as in the last film, which I almost couldn't watch. It was just a lot of fun, and even if we did exchange some comments between Chris and I during the movie like:
"In case you were keeping count, this is the third secure perimeter"
and
"So you come home from a bad day at work, and walk into your apartment..."
If you don't mind spoilers, let's just go with - I agree with
Ken Levine!
Labels: Movies, Other Blogs
Operating Instructions by Anne Lamott
I've read this book already once before and laughed my head off. It's a diary of Anne Lamott's first year as a single mom to her baby Sam. Now I'm re-reading and going "ew....really?" And it also makes me realize that I'm really, really glad that I'm not doing the single mom thing. I don't know how women do it. I'm so dependent right now on Chris to keep the house together, because my idea of a craaaazy evening is to flop around trying to find the position that best allows me to breathe. I can't even imagine doing it all myself once the baby is born. So as funny as I found this book when I was single and childless, now it's definitely gotten a more poignant tinge to it as I imagine how I would respond to certain situations. But hysterical.
We were laughing the other day that I'm probably the first woman in history NOT to get the nesting instinct. I'm more of a cuckoo bird than you thought. Cuckoos wait for other birds to build their nest, and then they go lay their eggs in them. "How about you nest, I'll take advantage of it." Good thing our parents came in and took care of the whole nesting thing for me. Phew! Instead my nesting instinct has taken the form of going over and over and over finances obsessively. I've been fine tuning our budget down to the dollar for each pay period for the next year. I've moved money from account to account. I've plotted how grey my hair can get before I go back to get my hair done. I've talked to the short term disability people so much that they've taken to asking me "um....why are you calling?" So if that counts as nesting, I'm all over it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go troll the arcade to see if anyone dropped any quarters.
Labels: Books, pregnancy
Eeks
Quick quiz - what's 2 weeks from today?
If you guessed my due date, well you have more than a passing acquaintance with the fam, I have to guess.
Er....right....
Suicide. Right. The man committed suicide. With no help or pushing from anyone else, I'm sure.
Poetic Justice
Cheat on your wife,
get outed by the florist. Sweet.
What...doesn't everyone dress like this?
Other than #6,
this list pretty much describes every cyclist we know.
Labels: cycling
Quote du jour
In my case, I waited until I was 35 and I was really sure — as sure as you can be — that I was in the right relationship. That's why I did it. I didn't feel any great need to get married. People say, ''Do you like being married?'' F---, no. It's a ridiculous thing to do. But I like being married to her.
-
Matt Damon in Entertainment Weekly
Yeah, we liked it - Updated
Spider Pig, Spider Pig
Does what ever a spider pig does
Can he swing from a web?
No he can't, he's a pig
Look out!
He is the spider pig
Went to see "
The Simpsons Movie" last night, and we both loved it. It was also bargain night at the movies, so we got free popcorn - woohoo! Banner day all around. In the interest of fairness, I should say that the husband and son of a friend went to see it last week, and neither liked it. Apparently they're cheese-eating surrender monkeys. Or maybe Principal Skinner fans (he's not really in the movie). Anyway, a good time was had by both.
UPDATED Poor Ginger, she has suddenly acquired a new nickname....because she does whatever a spider pig does.
Labels: Movies
We Survived!
The familia was here this weekend with all of the ups and downs that it carries. On the very, very upside was they worked their butts off to help us get our act together. The hell room has been tamed down to the heck room, and is now the cluttered but usable (and now, with air conditioning!) guest room. The former guest room has been cleaned to within an inch of it's life and is now the nursery (pictures to follow). All of the baby clothes (of which we have like 10 million absolutely adorable items) are washed and put away. Our kitchen sparkles like a Christmas tree. The only clutter in the house now is stuff from the former hell room that requires sorting and the hard decisions. Like "Do I really need TWO of my grandfather's paintings. Sigh. No, one will suffice." Poor garbage men. This past week AFTER they came, one of the neighbors moved out and left a stack of stuff on the sidewalk. All of that nice trash sitting on the street for a week. In the rain. We will probably have a matching stack of stuff in front of our place.
On the downside are the usual areas where we rub each other a little raw. One of the parents has a tendency to carry on long conversations that exclude Chris completely. One is so goal oriented (MUST FINISH NURSERY!) that they're almost obsessive. Chris's mom brought her dog, Darcy. Which isn't a bad thing except that it's so spoiled it makes us look like we're abusing our dogs. And as a result, every time she left the house, he proceeded to bark in the most unbearable, high-pitched, squealing bark you have ever heard in your life. Tonight we take wine to the neighbors, and beg forgiveness.
All in all, it was a good weekend though. I ate WAAAAAAAYYYY too much. Somehow we never seem to have a light meal with the parents. And then you have both sets of parents and good.freakin.lord. Yesterday was definitely the kicker with a Max-n-Erma's breakfast buffet in the morning on Sunday, cake and ice cream for the moms birthdays (one July, one August), and then dinner at Atria's in the evening. My vote is that dinner the rest of the week consists of rice and water. The doctors are going to be crazy when they get a look at the scale. Oh well, it was very tasty.
CRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAACCCKKKKKKKKKK
Yeah, that noise you heard yesterday, that would have been me cracking completely. I've made it through 36 weeks of pregnancy with only minor issues, and hormones relatively mellow, but the combination of working from home on the hottest day this summer without real AC, and the arrival of all 3 of our parents today just put me over the edge.
Chris really, really, really needs a mint julep today.
On the plus side, the parents are going to be here specifically for us to put them to work. And this time, I'm totally taking them up on it. In 90 degree, un-ac'd heat. We'll see how long this lasts. But still, having 5 people even work a few hours would probably move us along pretty quickly. I have to say, this is my lesson in humility. I am a total slob, but I hate to admit it. Instead, before we have guests, I spend a week cleaning like a mad woman, and making Chris slave away to cover the unpleasant reality. And that reality is we have dirty dishes in the sink, stuff piled on any available flat surface, dogs who run around in the dirt before running around in our house, bicycles that are stored in our dining room, etc. Telling the parents that they can help us is admitting that I have it together even less than they think I do. So I've tried telling myself "who cares? they don't get to stop loving us as a result." But it's still a flinch factor of 20 on a scale of 1-10. We'll see how it goes!
In juicier topics....dude I honestly don't know what the next size bra is from what I'm currently wearing, but I'm supposed to somehow find not only that bra for now, but a nursing bra two sizes larger than that. Once I have that kid, I guess I could supplement our income by working as a pole dancer. This would be fantastic except for the part where the belly sticks out even further than that. What craziness this is all turning out to be.
