Saturday, February 25, 2012

And the list goes on

One month and 4 days ago we moved from our cozy little home in San Pedro to our now, much larger, almost cozy, soon-to-feel-like-home in fancy pants Carson.  I'm using the term "fancy-pants" sarcastically for those of you not familiar with the outskirts of the Harbor Cities.  We still have boxes strewn about the place and a good number of items that still don't have a permanent hiding spot, but it's getting there... slowly.  My goal (and I haven't had too many goals since getting pregnant-- pregnancy makes me too tired for goals) is to have our place all gussied up by the second week of March.  We'll see how that goes.

In the last month, though, I have managed to accomplish the following:
  • Expand my diet beyond pizza, fried chicken, & french fries
  • Go grocery shopping without vomiting at the smell of rotisserie chicken
  • Become a pancake cooking master
  • Wash multiple loads of dishes without flinching at the site of partially eaten food
  • Cook a meal that's main protein was not battered and fried
  • Fully alphabetize and shelve 740+ DVDS (we could open up our own rental business)
I'm pretty proud of that list.  It's the little things that keep me going these days.

One thing that I am desperately trying to cross off is how to kick a cold without taking any medication while pregnant.  It's been a month that I've been festering nastiness in my body that manifests itself in some form of congestion, cough, or increased mucous production.  Yeah, I know... it's gross.  I took for granted all those times that I was able to easily shoot back 2 full teaspoons of some menthol-flavored elixir, pass out for a full-night's rest, and wake up with the slightest glimmer of a sniffle.  Nowadays, I find myself barely remembering what it felt like to have two working nostrils and a voice that didn't sound like I was speaking to everyone with my face submerged in water. 

The entrepreneurial nature in me wants to take advantage of this affliction and come up with some miracle drug that cures the common cold in pregnant women.  There's a million dollar business in this somewhere.  Having a cold while you're pregnant is the worst! In my desperation yesterday I even called my doctor's office pleading for some relief and she okay'd the use of regular strength Tylenol Cold.  I practically ran to the Target pharmacy to get my hands on it only to find the shelves empty.  I put on my best sick as a dog face and went to ask the pharmacist if she could recommend anything comparable in my pregnant state.  I ruined it for myself.  She refused to tell me anything and kept repeating that since I'm pregnant there is nothing I can do but go home, rest, and use a saline sinus rinse.

Now, I won't go into the ugly details that were my last experience with sinus rinsing, but let's just say it didn't end well.  I never had any problems with it until about 3 weeks ago when I proved to myself that sinus rinsing can rinse out not just your nasal passage but your last meal.  *shiver*  Needless to say, I won't be sinus rinsing for a long time.

Today, I discovered Puffs Plus tissues with Vicks! You can smell these fluffy, white rags from a mile away, but they do give me some form of relief.  The relief lasts only minutes, but boy do I cherish those minutes.  Do I care that I smell like a retirement home's gathering hall?  No siree.  I will proudly be toting these menthol-potent babies with me until I kick this cold to the curb.  I may even sneak some into my pockets while I lead worship tomorrow morning.  I'm sure God will love my Vicks Vapo smellin' voice.

Lastly, here's the first of many BabyBery Bump Shots.  It looks like I'm pushing my belly out, but I assure you I'm not.  I have a tiny, compact torso and that baby belly is bumpin'.  I'm still getting used to the fact that it's not hard, jiggles, and just looks like I had a HUGE lunch (which, maybe I did. It was probably delicious).  I'll be 15 weeks on Monday, but I'm just too lazy to take photos each week.  Here's 13 weeks for those curious about my progress to fat penguin status.
13 weeks



A Serious Case of Pregnancy Brain

I've heard many women talk about "pregnancy brain" but it just sounds like an excuse for just plain dumb.  I was wrong... as usual, since I've recently discovered that I've come down with an enormous case of pregnancy brain.  Sure, I'd make dumb comments or ask a lame question here and there, but I just attributed that to my unbelievable exhaustion.  Making a baby is tiring and my brain just doesn't think... as hard as it used to, that is.

Then it happened; the moment I realized that all my logic and coherence had taken a vacation.  I was tired and headed home from the usual stressful day at work.  I pulled into the garage, grabbed my purse, got out of the car, and headed inside.  I was about 4 steps into the house when I realized that the water heater sounded like it was working overtime.  Man, that water heater is loud!  So, I turn around to look back into the garage.  Nope-- not the water heater.  Sure enough, my car was still running.  Yeah, that's right.  I left my car running in the garage.  Stunned, I hurry back to my car, turn off the ignition, and in absolute humiliation run inside to tell Matt what an idiot I am. 

Okay, so I admit it.  I have pregnancy brain.  Never in my right mind would I have left my car running.  Now, you'd think I'd learn my lesson.  I've successfully repeated that instance a total of three times now.  THREE!  Proceeded into my home with my car still running.  Each time, I've caught it upon entering the house, but still!  I anticipated all the other side effects to pregnancy: nausea, food aversions, exhaustion, and emotional instability, but I did not prepare for the random fits of ineptitude.

I'm hoping I'm done with the car-left-running streak, but I'll keep a tally on the blog just in case. 

Keeping A Breast of Baby Fashion Trends

It's wintertime and it's getting a bit chilly-- well not really-- in Southern California chilly just means anything below 65 degrees.   Regardless, I get cold easily.  I love bundling up in the wintertime and I can't wait to start bundling up my little bundle of joy.  See what I did there?

Well, on two completely separate occasions I received a nifty link to a product that is apparently taking the infant beanie industry by storm! Twice in one week someone thought it was important enough to share with me... and one of those someones happens to be my baby daddy.  Awkward.

I'll let you figure out for yourself what these handmade wonders resemble.  Even Yahoo!'s fashion columnists couldn't let this one slide without an article (granted the article's title started with "Fashion that Makes Us Sad..."). 

When I originally started this post these anatomically humorous head warmers were only $5 a piece, but apparently due to all the media and popularity, the price is up to $20 including shipping.  Jump on these suckers now, mommas, because it looks like the price of knitted milk is rising.


Boobie Beanies


In other baby fashion news,  these en mode hoodies are also for sale.  Seriously, I'm so amazed at all the choices that are available to me as a mother-to-be.  Please, no one buy this for me.  I'd make a terrible kangaroo.

The Peekaru!

Monday, February 6, 2012

Backflips for Crunch Bars

Let's reminisce for a few moments.  Remember being a kid and going to someone's birthday party and they had a pinata that was in the shape of some character or animal that matched the theme of their party? You and all 30 of the other kids would scream and shout till you ripped the head off of that character, its candy guts spilled onto the ground, and then all of you elementary aged looters would storm the ground for sugar.  Then, came the sugar rush.  Kids running around as if they were drunk, kicking balloons, climbing walls, and going bonkers.

So... we did that to BabyBery today.  Officially 12 weeks today and our good lil munchkin was not in the mood for moving at all.  Nothing some ice cold water and Nestle Crunch Bars couldn't turn around. Two chocolate bars later and BabyBery was doing backflips.  Swimming around like there was a party only they had the secret code for.

No longer a little berry... we've got a real human in there!  The best news is that I'm officially out of my first trimester.  Here's to hoping my meat aversion subsides and I can finally go grocery shopping without amping myself up to to scream "CLEAN UP ON AISLE 5" every time they start cooking rotisserie chicken.  

My 12 week letter to BabyBery

Dear BabyBery,
Mind growing a taste for veggies or maybe even a hamburger patty?  I'd really like to start eating something other than french fries, pizza, and battered & deep fried chicken.  Also, I know you love soda, but I can't drink gallons of it, so the little sips here and there will have to do.  Just for the record, you really are your father's child... already.  That's all for now.  I love you and can't wait to meet you.
Love, Mom




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