I asked Seth today if he notices when I get up in the middle of the night and he said "no, not at all". I get up at least three times a night. Mind you, my side of the bed is on the opposite side of the room from the bathroom and I tend to run into furniture along the way (and there may be some not so quiet swearing in the process). I also rattle around for the TUMS at least once. I then said, "will you notice when our baby is screaming?". If you know Seth, sleeping...and doing it heavily....is just a part of who he is. Will baby Burrow make him comatose more frequently or will he just get to a point where he tunes it out? Not without a gentle swift kick of a reminder from me.
My sister and I are in negotiations over her possibly being our nanny. There are a lot of details to sort out, but I am crossing every chubby finger and toe in hopes that it happens that way. Of course we are getting on a few daycare lists as backups, but it's highly possible I will have a nervous breakdown if that occurs (seriously, no pressure Sara). I have nothing at all against daycare, as I'm sure I've mentioned previously. Let's just say it will require major mental adjustments on my part.
Lastly, we have decided on a boy name, but I left the girl name completely up to Seth. I decided I just had to let it go. Plus, when she's 16 and telling me she hates her name (and me) I can truthfully say her dad named her. We haven't started saving for college but I will take every small future victory I can get.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
In the home stretch...
That word, stretch, encompasses my emotional and physical state in one word:
PHYSICAL...
In the third trimester I am now unable to comfortably stretch to put on my socks and shoes. The maternity clothes are no longer roomy and comfortable, but instead they are barely stretching to fit and never seem quite comfortable enough. I think I need a mu mu. Every time I eat, it seems the skin on my stomach is stretching before my very eyes. Baby Burrow seems to stretch out in all directions many times a day...I play a guessing game of what appendage is in which organ...a foot in the ribs, a hand firmly placed on the bladder, and the rear end lovingly shoved into the belly button like maybe it could break free seems to be the favorite. I have yet to find a pair of shoes that stretch to meet the needs of my feet. I have some fake Uggs from Target that are really ugly that I wear every day because they are huge already. I never really was very fashion conscious anyway.
EMOTIONAL:
It would be a stretch to think I was going to go this whole pregnancy without getting overly emotional. I'm pretty sure I cried every single day last week. While I am absolutely positive I had very good reason, it doesn't change the fact that it kept happening. At the same time, there are moments of sheer euphoria (see the guessing game above) that leave me feeling like I could do cartwheels in the front yard. This must be what it feels like to be bipolar.
At any rate, I am in the home stretch. I went to Merrick's Walk today with my friend Leigh and I met her five week old baby Ansley. I know I still have two months to go, but I am so ready for this little one to make it's debut and seeing little Ansley solidified that for me. The 2.6 mile walk was great at the time, but after coming home and sitting down for a few minutes I realized maybe I should have just walked in the Uggs too...my feet are unhappy to say the least.
Seth is still busy at work on the latest renovations. Pictures are coming soon!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Best Post Secret Yet
Seriously, I was laughing like CRAZY last night when I read this Post Secret. I read it to Seth and he looked at me like I was on crack so if you don't think it's funny, don't tell me. I choose to believe it's the funniest thing I have read in a long time. Again, if you don't know what Post Secret is, it's a blog run by this guy named Frank. People send him anonymous postcards with their secrets on them. Some of them are severely depressing....others are like this one where it inspires you to make up a secret if you don't have one and send it in...priceless:
(keep in mind this is from Sunday's postings where most of them were in the realm of love and such due to Valentine's Day)
"The night of September 16, 1981: Sugar Ray Leonard defeated Thomas Hearnes as I lost my virginity. To this day, my wife is the only woman I've been with. When our love-making is particularly nice, I quietly raise her arm above our heads and declare her: "The Champion!"....and the crowd roars it's imaginary approval."
(keep in mind this is from Sunday's postings where most of them were in the realm of love and such due to Valentine's Day)
"The night of September 16, 1981: Sugar Ray Leonard defeated Thomas Hearnes as I lost my virginity. To this day, my wife is the only woman I've been with. When our love-making is particularly nice, I quietly raise her arm above our heads and declare her: "The Champion!"....and the crowd roars it's imaginary approval."
Monday, February 16, 2009
Total whiner
That's me! While indulging my OCD side by labeling ALL of the posts on this blog, I realized that the label used the most is titled "venting". Seth rarely (basically never) posts so the winner of total whiner goes to yours truly. You know what though, I'm pretty sure I would be a nastier person in my day to day life if I didn't vent on here. So let's just say I am doing everyone I come across in a given day a favor.
Anyway, I do want to try not to be such a whiner. I will still be venting, but I am going to try really hard to counteract the venting with a new label titled (as of right this minute) "appreciating". So here goes.
I SO appreciate that Seth has rubbed off on me in some ways. We decided this weekend that we are going to start yet another minor house repair. This is truly how we work so follow me here. We went to Home Depot to pick out a paint color for the baby's room. We began talking about how our bathroom needs to be closed off to actually be a master bathroom. Right now, what is supposed to be the master bathroom is really a jack and jill bathroom leading directly into what will be the baby's room. Seeing as how we re tiled the "master bathroom" not that long ago, the thought of having to tile more in that bathroom is daunting. SO, I got the brilliant idea to wall of the door on the baby's room side and create a recessed shelving area on the bathroom side where the doorway would have been. Sounds complicated I'm sure, but Seth ran with it. Instead of buying paint we bought dry wall and wood for shelving. And to take it a step further, we have been talking about changing out the doors in our house as well. Why? Because our house is old and there isn't one door in the whole house that shuts. Seriously, they don't shut and the doorknobs are falling off. We then decided to redo two doors a month.
All day Sunday became the next adventure in house repairs. Typically, I would have lost my mind or would be in the process of losing my mind because we now have new albeit unpainted doors with no doorknobs yet. BUT, Seth has rubbed off on me and I'm not as concerned as I would have been in the not so distant past. I really appreciate that. I also appreciate that he likes to do this stuff himself. We are basically living in the longest "flip this house" episode possible. By the time this house is perfect we will probably move out! I will take pictures though and post them so the above repairs make sense.
PS - Many people have requested I post pictures of myself on the blog seeing as how I am large and in charge now. The problem is, I have a hard time just standing in the den asking Seth to take some shots of me and we haven't been anywhere recently where pictures have been taken. I am doing the Merrick's Walk (raises money for treatment of those struggling with eating disorders) with my friend Leigh this weekend, so I am going to see if someone will take a picture of us. If not, then I will just put the knocked up T-shirt back on and take a more updated picture. :-)
Anyway, I do want to try not to be such a whiner. I will still be venting, but I am going to try really hard to counteract the venting with a new label titled (as of right this minute) "appreciating". So here goes.
I SO appreciate that Seth has rubbed off on me in some ways. We decided this weekend that we are going to start yet another minor house repair. This is truly how we work so follow me here. We went to Home Depot to pick out a paint color for the baby's room. We began talking about how our bathroom needs to be closed off to actually be a master bathroom. Right now, what is supposed to be the master bathroom is really a jack and jill bathroom leading directly into what will be the baby's room. Seeing as how we re tiled the "master bathroom" not that long ago, the thought of having to tile more in that bathroom is daunting. SO, I got the brilliant idea to wall of the door on the baby's room side and create a recessed shelving area on the bathroom side where the doorway would have been. Sounds complicated I'm sure, but Seth ran with it. Instead of buying paint we bought dry wall and wood for shelving. And to take it a step further, we have been talking about changing out the doors in our house as well. Why? Because our house is old and there isn't one door in the whole house that shuts. Seriously, they don't shut and the doorknobs are falling off. We then decided to redo two doors a month.
All day Sunday became the next adventure in house repairs. Typically, I would have lost my mind or would be in the process of losing my mind because we now have new albeit unpainted doors with no doorknobs yet. BUT, Seth has rubbed off on me and I'm not as concerned as I would have been in the not so distant past. I really appreciate that. I also appreciate that he likes to do this stuff himself. We are basically living in the longest "flip this house" episode possible. By the time this house is perfect we will probably move out! I will take pictures though and post them so the above repairs make sense.
PS - Many people have requested I post pictures of myself on the blog seeing as how I am large and in charge now. The problem is, I have a hard time just standing in the den asking Seth to take some shots of me and we haven't been anywhere recently where pictures have been taken. I am doing the Merrick's Walk (raises money for treatment of those struggling with eating disorders) with my friend Leigh this weekend, so I am going to see if someone will take a picture of us. If not, then I will just put the knocked up T-shirt back on and take a more updated picture. :-)
Monday, February 9, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Confessions of the day...
I ordered $21 worth of girl scout cookies from the daughter of a teacher at school. If you are not an avid girl scout cookie purchaser, then you don't know how many boxes that is. If you are and you do know, don't judge me. A few boxes are for Seth. I also felt a huge sigh of relief when I read today that the cookies with the peanut butter are NOT contaminated. I just really wish I had them right now.
I am watching Oprah and Jenny McCarthy is on talking about her latest book "Mother Warriors". Amid the talk of vaccinations and autism (which totally interests me), they have a mother on as an example of a mother warrior. This woman had a baby and after giving birth she suddenly got a flesh eating bacteria and had to have her arms and legs amputated. My confession is that I had to change the channel during that portion of the show because it thoroughly stressed me out. It's supposed to be inspiring and hopeful and I am now watching Divorce Court (nothing else is on) until I can go back to Oprah. This makes me feel guilty but I can't help it. SIDE NOTE: Jim Carrey is way cooler to me when he is serious.
I never truly understood things like adverbs or states of matter until I became a second grade teacher. I often wonder how much smarter I would become if I started teaching a higher grade level.
I am watching Oprah and Jenny McCarthy is on talking about her latest book "Mother Warriors". Amid the talk of vaccinations and autism (which totally interests me), they have a mother on as an example of a mother warrior. This woman had a baby and after giving birth she suddenly got a flesh eating bacteria and had to have her arms and legs amputated. My confession is that I had to change the channel during that portion of the show because it thoroughly stressed me out. It's supposed to be inspiring and hopeful and I am now watching Divorce Court (nothing else is on) until I can go back to Oprah. This makes me feel guilty but I can't help it. SIDE NOTE: Jim Carrey is way cooler to me when he is serious.
I never truly understood things like adverbs or states of matter until I became a second grade teacher. I often wonder how much smarter I would become if I started teaching a higher grade level.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Where we live...
I have come to realize that I have a love, hate relationship with where I live:
I love living in Tucker, GA because...
...I can get to almost anywhere in Atlanta in 15 to 20 minutes.
...I live half a mile from where I work and Seth is only a few miles from his job.
...we are OTP but seriously we are 2 miles from the perimeter...we live in a house that is bigger than most houses you find ITP at the price we paid.
...I am 10 minutes from the farmer's market and Sherry's roadside stand is right down the street...Sherry's has the best of the best when in season, hot boiled peanuts, Christmas trees, pumpkins, you name it...I am such a sucker for that kind of thing.
...this is the only place I have EVER come across that has a drive through gas station that carries necessities too like milk, butter, and eggs...this is the laziness in me but I truly think the "Milk Jug" as it's called is genius.
I hate living in Tucker, GA because...
...right down the street there are also a plethora of hispanic night clubs. I have nothing against hispanic people in any way, but the clubs are obnoxious and they are very close to the residential areas.
...there are NO good restaurants right down the street. There are a few OK places to eat, but for the most part it's fast food. Thank God for Shorty's.
...the elementary schools are very good, but the middle and high schools aren't. I don't want my kids to go to private school, but I don't care for the upper grade public schools as of right now.
...there are very few neighborhoods that have swim and tennis. I grew up going to the neighborhood pool and eventually playing tennis in my neighborhood. I feel like that is hard to find around here.
...there are a lot of apartment complexes where people run across major roads without looking, they drive like maniacs, and there are always cops around them.
I love living in Tucker, GA because...
...I can get to almost anywhere in Atlanta in 15 to 20 minutes.
...I live half a mile from where I work and Seth is only a few miles from his job.
...we are OTP but seriously we are 2 miles from the perimeter...we live in a house that is bigger than most houses you find ITP at the price we paid.
...I am 10 minutes from the farmer's market and Sherry's roadside stand is right down the street...Sherry's has the best of the best when in season, hot boiled peanuts, Christmas trees, pumpkins, you name it...I am such a sucker for that kind of thing.
...this is the only place I have EVER come across that has a drive through gas station that carries necessities too like milk, butter, and eggs...this is the laziness in me but I truly think the "Milk Jug" as it's called is genius.
I hate living in Tucker, GA because...
...right down the street there are also a plethora of hispanic night clubs. I have nothing against hispanic people in any way, but the clubs are obnoxious and they are very close to the residential areas.
...there are NO good restaurants right down the street. There are a few OK places to eat, but for the most part it's fast food. Thank God for Shorty's.
...the elementary schools are very good, but the middle and high schools aren't. I don't want my kids to go to private school, but I don't care for the upper grade public schools as of right now.
...there are very few neighborhoods that have swim and tennis. I grew up going to the neighborhood pool and eventually playing tennis in my neighborhood. I feel like that is hard to find around here.
...there are a lot of apartment complexes where people run across major roads without looking, they drive like maniacs, and there are always cops around them.
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