Monday, December 8, 2014

life lately.


I'm still pregnant, in case anyone was wondering. 37 & 2 to be exact.

No labor symptoms to report, aside from some Braxton-Hicks here and there and the occasional cramping. So far, homegirl is happy just hanging out in womb-land. The good news is that she is in the position and the reality is, it could be any time now, which is only kind of scary. I asked Carl last night what he would prefer (based on a conversation he had with our friend Jared, who is becoming a dad to twins this week!) - knowing ahead of time and thus panicking about the countdown OR leaving it as an unknown? He immediately defaulted to how he wish he knew because then he could stop worrying. I then kindly reminded him that for 40 hours out of the week, I'm in the place where I'll be delivering, so how much worrying is he really doing?

Ready to go
Otherwise, I've just been uncomfortable, mostly at night. The baby is either mellow and sleeping or doing acrobatics, there is no happy medium with her. I worry about what this bodes for the future. I had a growth scan last Tuesday because I'm still measuring larger and they estimated her weight at 7 lbs 11 oz, +/- 1 lb. I pray she is on the minus side of that estimate and not the larger. The ultrasound was great though because they did a biophysical profile of her, which measures her "milestones", movement, muscle tone, etc and she scored an 8/8. She was taking practice breath's and even wiggling her fingers. I saw the first somewhat clear picture of her face...she looks like she has my nose and Carl's mouth. Apparently she also has big feet, which did not come from this size 6 wearing mama.

Basically, I'm ready. I'm ready to meet her, I'm ready for her to be here. I had Carl take a (sweatpants, and gross) photo of me the other night to compare to Thanksgiving, because I was breathing easier and her kicks haven't been as high in my ribs, so I was wondering if I had started to drop. Instead, I just look higher! Also, it's amazing how different almost 2 weeks looks, even if you don't feel like you've gotten bigger.


Speaking of Thanksgiving, we had an awesome holiday. We had some ambiguity about what we were doing for Thursday because our family dog, Chloe, got really sick. Sadly, she's getting older (she's about 8-9) and right before Thanksgiving, she was throwing up constantly, getting sicker/dehydrated, and wouldn't eat. My poor parents were so worried about her and had never seen her like this. She ended up needing to go to the animal hospital and it turns out she has some pretty bad kidney stones and an enlarged liver. We didn't know if she was going to need emergency surgery due to one of the stones being too large for her to pass, hence the up in the air plans for Thanksgiving. Thankfully, she didn't and the hospital kept her until Friday, so we stuck to our original plan and headed up to my sister's house. By the way, Chloe is recovering fabulously and is doing much, much better.

I made the pumpkin pie, a squash souffle, and an apple crostata with a cheddar cheese crust. I had a whole plan to make all my dough on Tuesday night (particularly the pumpkin pie one which had to refrigerate for 4+ hours) so then on Wednesday I could just make all the fillings and bake everything. Since we weren't sure about plans, I ended up stopping on the way home Tuesday instead for a small frozen turkey and all the supplies to make our own Thanksgiving, just in case we were home on our own. When the plan was back on, I got stuck baking ALL afternoon on Wednesday. Literally from about 1pm - 10pm. I was so done and slept like a baby that night.


Thanksgiving rocked. Driving up to my sister's is a haul since we live closer to the Cape and she is up near the New Hampshire border. It's about an hour and change without traffic but thankfully we didn't hit any on the way up. It had snowed a little bit Wednesday night but of course, the weatherman hyped it up like it would be Snowmageddon 2014 so, people got out of dodge much earlier. We just hung out most of the day, watched football, and Carl entertained the kids. I spent a lot of the day cooking and helping out since my sister made a whopping 18 lb turkey and sneaking sips of beer, which tastes SO good to me right now. I was bad and had a glass of wine at dinner but didn't even end up finishing it. I know, who am I?



All the food was so delicious, I was still full the next morning and could barely eat breakfast.

Friday, we kept to tradition and got our Christmas tree. We were the second customers at the nursery to get one and it was nice to pick one out while there was still some snow on the ground setting the scene. I was able to help Carl get it into the house by taking the top and then holding it while he screwed the base on - usually my job since I'm smaller. We threw on Mickey's Christmas Carols, unearthed the ornament boxes from the attic, and got to town.

Tree skirt is from SewManly
Ruby is super interested in the tree this year. I've caught her laying under it a few times and I can't help but laugh when I have to yell at her to get out because she stands up and wags her tail so hard that ornaments start flying.

In keeping with the Christmas spirit, my mom, my sister, and I try to do something together around this time of year. Last year, we did the cooking class at Johnson & Wales in RI and this year, we stuck closer to home and took a wreath making class at Pastiche, a boutique down the road from my mom. I wasn't sure how much fun it was going to be at first but it ended up being really cool. It's actually SO easy to make your own wreath, you just have to trudge around in the woods for the right greenery. I was honestly amazed at what everyone put together. I kept mine a little bit on the smaller size, while others (Dana) made hers huge. They all came out really beautiful.


So, that's what's been happening in my hood. Mostly just waiting for something to happen and wrapping Christmas gifts. Tell me something good - did your baby come on time? I can't imagine still being pregnant 3 weeks from now.


Wednesday, December 3, 2014

pregnancy forums are weird.


I have a love/hate relationship with the What to Expect app. I really only used it to read about the progress of what was happening during each week of pregnancy, but as that only updates weekly, I found myself playing in it one day and realizing I had been auto-joined into the December 2014 group. Hooray?

As I started poking around in this forum, I slowly got addicted. Some of the topics were incredibly redundant and some of these people were so stupid I was amazed that they even figured out how to get pregnant in the first place. Someone actually once wrote, ""So, I know this is probably obvious, but when your water breaks, does it come out your pee hole or V hole?".

Pee hole and V hole.

BUT...I also found interesting posts from people who occasionally had the same questions I did or posted cute pictures of their finished nurseries. It was fun to follow along with all these other women on the same basic timeline at me and watch them hit the same milestones. It was also equally sad to see how many women lost husbands/fiances/significant others to cheating or cold feet along the way and my heart went out to those girls.

Until, I saw the crazies come out. Who, unfortunately, tend to dominate rather than be few and far between. Some of them I can't even touch because they will make me so ragey I won't be able to see straight - case in point: anti-vaccine mom's. If you don't vaccinate your kid, I automatically hate you and have nothing in common with you because you are 100% stupid. Sorry not sorry.

So, here is a breakdown of the type of people you will encounter in a pregnancy forum:

What's a Doctor?

I can't tell you the number of posts I see that start with, "Should I call?!", "What to do!?", etc and it's always, always about something health related. I know it's really tempting to default to Dr. Google and self-diagnose, but I don't understand how these women don't understand that if you have any kind of urgent health care question, you should always be calling your doctor. They don't care, seriously. It's what they are there for. People in a pregnancy forum are not medical professionals. They might claim to be RN's, MD's, etc but you have no idea who you are really talking to. The only person who can give you a direct, medically-backed answer is your OB-GYN or your PCP. So, pick up a phone for Christ's sake.

Please, look what came out of my body!

This goes hand in hand with the women who refuse to call the doctor but accompany their posts with graphic...and I mean GRAPHIC...photos of what exactly is happening to them. I've stopped reading these posts because I can't handle another potential upchuck from a surprise photo of a mucus plug or god knows what else. Again - CALL YOUR DOCTOR and stop posting your body fluids on the internet.

Teen Mom's

Teen mom's loooove pregnancy forums because it's, like, totally cool. They will often post topics like, "Pregnant at 17 - no judging!!" and then write about how excited they are to have a baby but lament that the baby's father is disengaged or not around and they want advice on why (spoiler alert: he's a teenager). Some of them are heartbreaking to read because these girls have little to no support available to them, but others are mostly mad that MTV hasn't called them yet.

Baby name "opinions"

These posts are almost always accompanied by a request for "honest opinions" except not really, they just want someone to tell them that their speshul snowflake name is omgsospeshul. And trust me, 100% of the time, it's heinous. Women will post looking for approval on names like ~*Neveah Ashlii*~, Honah Babi, or Rollz Roice and then get butthurt when people don't respond kindly, considering you're naming an actual, real human being, not a Bratz doll.

Case in point:


I...don't even know what to do with this. Steel Christian Storma? What is this? Days of Our Lives? 50 Shades of WTF? If Steel Storma isn't a soap opera name, I don't know what is.

The hole you can't crawl out of

Going hand in hand with people who post looking for approval or "honest" opinions, there are some women who just want to fight with anyone who dares to disagree with them. Usually it's the typical, OMG UR A HATER and most of the time, it will dissipate pretty quickly.

Other times however, just any other forum, it devolves into this disgusting display of, "Who Can Say the Worst Thing?". This is an actual verbatim shitstorm conversation I witnessed in one topic about a baby's name:

Poster 1: Honest opinion on baby's name - Babyfart Terriblename. Thoughts?
Poster 2: It's ur call bc it's ur baby but not my favorite
Poster 1: SCREW YOU DIS IS MY BABY
Poster 3: Why did you ask for honest opinions if you didn't want anyone to say they didn't like it?
Poster 1: Fuccc u bish, i hope ur baby comes out retarded
Poster 2: F U BACK I HOPE YOU FALL DOWN THE STAIRS AND UR BABY DIES

I wish I was kidding. I sat there, mouth agape, watching these women wish bodily harm on each other and their unborn children...over a freaking baby name.


I can't wait any longer - get this baby out of me!

As I inch closer and closer to my due date, so do all the other pregnant ladies in this forum. Over the past month, I've seen a massive uptake in posts about how to induce labor. These women are desperate, doing everything aside from shoving a knitting needle up there to break their own water.

For the life of me, I cannot understand it - you made it 9 months. Pregnancy does not continue on ad finitum...it IS going to end eventually. Yet, rather than just waiting out the clock, women are taking castor oil, which does nothing but give you the shits really badly, doing something called a coffee potty that involves you steaming your vag with coffee grounds, or making and drinking a concoction called a "butter latte", which is exactly what it sounds like. Hell, I'm really uncomfortable too but you don't see me turning my downstairs into a vagina frappuccino because I'm tired of being pregnant. Just let it happen, because it totally will happen.

I just want to complain

Some people are just whiners. It doesn't matter what first world problem they are suffering from, they want to complain about it because most likely, their friends and family have stopped giving a shit.

"I just want to eat sushi"
"My husband left a dish in the sink!"
"The stupid hospital pushed my induction one hour - but I was ready NOW"

Basically, call the wahhhhh-bulance because these women are big, tired, and bitchy. Their husbands can't do anything right, everyone is out to get them, and life is just terrible. They post for sympathy pats on the head and often get them from other whiners. Validation!

So, that's the gist of my pregnancy forum experiences. I have to say, 99% of it is one giant eyeroll, but it does provide lots of mindless entertainment to pass the time in the waiting room for those OB appointments.

Monday, December 1, 2014

baby reese dual nursery-guest bed reveal.


You guys.

Aside from announcing her arrival into the world, this is seriously the post I am most excited about to hit publish on. This nursery has been my planning pride and joy for the past months and to say I am thrilled to tears about how it came out is an understatement.

So, remember these photos? We had some challenges when it came to our spare bedroom.


We have plans for this little house of ours. Ones that include an eventual addition added off the living room that will turn into a fantastic master bedroom & bath, freeing up our current master bedroom upstairs for a rec room, office, etc. We would also eventually love to re-do our garage as it needs some serious TLC. However, since it's early in our marriage, home ownership, and our bank account is no where near ready for any of this, we had to make do with what we have.

Our house is 3 bedrooms: our master bedroom, Carl's office, and the now nursery. Carl works in IT and really needs his own space. We don't have a basement (just a crawl space #beachliving) so, aside from the garage, I really wanted him to have a place he could really call his own. A place where he can close the door, settle down with a good book, or work from home and actually accomplish something; a home for his vast library and miscellaneous projects he always has one foot in progress with.

That left the guest bedroom. Ideally, Carl's office would have been the right space for a nursery since it's smaller and has 4 straight walls, but I think we really made it work. The biggest problem with our spare bedroom is the rather deep eaves that are the quintessential identifier of a Cape house. It takes away from a great deal of space in the room, but I think we'll do just fine when it's a tiny head running around in there.



Back before the gender-ultrasound, I thought for sure this baby would be a boy. I began my secret Pinterest board absolutely chock full of everything I wanted to do in a nursery for a little stud. Then the ultrasound came, and well, our plan changed! It took some adjusting but I got on board and am now madly in love with this little girl's space.


We chose a coral, aqua, and gray theme with pops of navy. It kept it nautical and girly without being too literal. Carl was skeptical at first but even today, he was remarking to me about how much he loved it and how open and light the space feels.


Our amazing crib and glider were both gifts from my parents. The crib can eventually convert to a toddler bed as well. The glider is so comfortable and I love the subtle ticking stripe pattern that ensures we can use it in any room of the house. Plus, it has a removable, washable slipcover - essential for a baby's room.



The shelf here my Dad built for me when I moved back home after college. It's traveled with me ever since and his beautiful craftsmanship has really held up through multiple moves. Now it houses books, random knick-knacks, and pacifiers for his granddaughter. 


We didn't have a lot of space in this room so when it came to a changing table, I knew we had to be creative. The doors that were on this closet originally were broken and barely hanging on the track. We removed them, tossed them in the trash, and decided to paint it a fun color. We chose coral and then added some fun decals. 

Carl made the shelf to hold various storage and the dresser is actually mine from when I was a little girl. It was previously in our bedroom but we gave it some TLC, bought a frame insert from Target, and voila - changing table. 

The beautiful changing table pad cover was made by my Mom after we picked out a fabric. The glider has a sweet matching pillow. 


Again, due to limited space, I needed to have functionality when it came to this room. Carl also built me a wood insert to go in the top drawer for diapers, wipes, and all other baby bum essentials.



Since we have a guest bed (specifically for a very excited Nanie and Pop Pop), I really wanted to ensure a separation of baby versus guest. Thus, the one half of the room is super baby oriented while the other has a bit of adultness left to it. A far cry from what this room used to look like!


I knew I wanted a ladder shelf to give guests somewhere to put their keys, wallet, etc but also to provide some extra blankets, a book or two, etc. Carl and my Dad put together this shelf in one day, then Carl primed, and I painted it. All in all, I love how it came out!



Where to Buy:

Crib: Baby Grand
Crib Bedding & Bumper, Changing Pad, Shades: Pottery Barn Kids
Glider: Boston Interiors
Tall Shelf: Homemade by my Dad
A-frame Ladder shelf: Homemade by my Dad and Carl
Tiered Sea-Urchin Lamp: Homegoods
Dresser: Ballard Designs, very old and mine from when I was younger
Changing table tray: Target
Changing table cover: Made by my Mom, fabric from Calico Corners
Mirror in closet: Homegoods
Animal Artwork: Sweet Pea Nursery Art via Etsy
Coral Fabric Decal: Leen the Graphics Queen
Monogram: MattieV via Etsy
Anchor Decals: Urban Walls Decals


Paint colors
Walls: Cashmere Gray by Restoration Hardware Baby
Closet: Coral Reef by Valspar color matched to Ben Moore

Now we just need our sweet girl to come home!

Friday, November 21, 2014

stuff I no longer care about.


It's Friday, hooray! I miss blogging, I honestly do. Frankly, I used to have more time to just sit and think about stuff to write about, which made it more fun. Then I kind of stopped caring and well, you get the gist. A lot of people seem to be in this boat. I thought it was just the summer slump, but ala Carrie Bradshaw, is blogging on its way out?


Since I basically just brain dump whenever I want to, I know my posts are all over the place. Amazingly enough, this has resulted in a substantial increase in emails looking for sponsored content. Who knew apathy pays the bills? Fear not, I don't have any interest. Especially when the inquiring company in question just wants a blog post for free without sending me any kind of product to review or try. What do I look like?

Anywho, I started thinking about this yesterday as I was doing the truffle shuffle leaving work yesterday.


Warning, most of this is pregnancy related because that's really the source of "don't cuurrr" in my life right now.

Waddling

I used to get really paranoid and freaked out about waddling. Ever since my coworker made that remark about me doing it down the hall, I've made a real effort to make sure I'm still walking like a normal human being. Now? It's like that episode of Family Guy where Stewie follows fat people with a tuba and makes them fall over. I shuffle back and forth and forget it if I need to be somewhere in a speedy fashion. The only time that's happening is if I need to pee, otherwise, we're moving a glacial pace here. 

Sleeping

I used to love being a night owl. I would stay up easily till 2-3am, either chatting online (hey baby), or writing in my journal, or maybe just hanging out if it was a point in my life where I lived with other people. I would do this every night, without fail, and then easily get up for school, class, work, etc the next day. As I've gotten older, that tolerance has significantly decreased, which is to be expected. Bedtime got earlier and earlier until it hovered around 10-11pm. Not heinous, but long enough to stay awake and enjoy my husband's company while not feeling like a complete zombie the next day at work. Coffee helps. 

Fast forward to pregnancy. The first trimester, you are exhausted. There is no other way to explain it, but you're relatively still functional. Then the second trimester comes, the fog clears a bit, and then you have some relief and feel like a normal person again. The third trimester is basically a massive regression. I went from being awake and alert during the evening hours to now basically being comatose by 8pm. It could be even earlier if I've had to be at work anywhere from 6:30-7:30am. I'm also not talking about the, "oh wow I'm getting sleepy and should go to bed" feeling - this is straight up being engrossed in a TV show and then suddenly waking up three hours later to your husband playing XBox. This happens instantaneously; I swear to god it's like having narcolepsy. There are times I don't even realize I've been asleep. Let's just say Carl has been logging a lot of video game hours, which I used to feel bad about, but now I don't considering a certain daughter will be eating up all our free time very shortly. 

Just Being Fat & Winded

Back in the summer, I bought a maternity coat. Old Navy was having an awesome sale and I scored a great one that doesn't even look like it's maternity - so score for post-maternity wear. I knew I would need one being super preggo in the winter months and now that's gotten colder, I'm really glad I have it. 

EXCEPT IT BARELY FITS ANYMORE. 


I put it on to leave work yesterday and the zipper was literally screaming at me like, WE DON'T KNOW HOW LONG WE'LL HOLD MISS! I don't know how this happened or how I'm going to continue wearing it.

In addition to being too large for anything not spandex, I run out of breath really easily. Like, embarrassingly easy. It's not my fault...I'm up like 40lbs at this point (no joke) and I have a baby sitting on my lungs. I tried to sing along to the radio in the car the other day and I sounded like I was going through puberty and running a marathon. My lung capacity is at about 30%. So if, you see me winded and trying to explain something to you, I'm not dying, my child is just suffocating me. 

Respecting the Turkey

Listen, I love Thanksgiving. It's my second favorite holiday because it's 100% focused on food. What's not to love? That being said, I can't stand Respect the Turkey. We all know that every single year the Christmas creep happens right after Halloween. And every year, like clockwork, you get these people who get on their soapboxes bitching, "Well I'M not putting up any Christmas decorations until after Thanksgiving #RESPECTTHETURKEY".

Meanwhile I'm just over here like


Because


So, you sit in your undecorated house enjoying Thanksgiving while my house looks like a winter wonderland #byefelicia.

Being a Pillow

My dog cannot get close enough to me lately. I don't hate it, except when she attempts to cut off my air supply, because I have so little of it left (see above).


Have a fantastical weekend everyone.
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