A little KU bball watch party mixed with a little zydeco band. Gotta love it!
Do not eat fibrous cereal the same day that you have yoga. It makes for many uncomfortable moments.
Saying I’m going to give birth potentially in a month in a half is one thing but hearing your doctor confirm that the baby is head down and getting ready is another. This shit just got real…
- 1 week ago
Now that Denver has Trader Joe’s, Pinkberry AND H&M…my soul mate of a city is complete.
I’ve gotten to the point in this pregnancy where sneezes result in peeing - no matter how big or small of a sneeze. It’s amazing the amount of embarrassment I can feel with not a soul around to witness the event.
One day my prince will come. Wish upon a star and your wish will come true. You can do anything your heart desires. Dream jobs are real. All of these sentences are about as true as Santa Clause existing and Bloody Mary coming out of your bathroom mirror to kill you (believe me, I wouldn’t go into the bathroom at night when I was little out of fear from her). Meaning, it’s all a load of crap that has taken me 33 years to discover.
My most recent job was something I always considered a dream job. And jobs before that one were also believed to be dream jobs. Surprisingly, I always found flaws in these dream jobs because I had such high expectations of what a dream job would be. I learned that from each situation, there is a positive and negative to be taken from it. While the negatives are easily spotted, the positives take some time to unveil.
I’ve now realized that a dream job is not a reality for me. I’m learning that my job isn’t what’s suppose to bring me joy. I get that from the little family that Picks and I are forming, from friendships, from hobbies, travel and being outside. The job is what is needed to allow me continue pursuing what truly makes me happy and that’s time to spend on those important things. Not work.
So with a re-focus on what a job is going to represent to me, I feel like I’m ready to get back out there…although the odds of getting a job at nearly eight months pregnant is slim to none - but maybe post-birth something good will happen. It’s all in the timing.
I’m one week shy of being eight months pregnant. Can’t believe I’ve made it this far - I remember thinking at the start among the puke, puke and puke that I can’t believe pregnancy lasts as long as it does. Once the puke subsided, I couldn’t believe how fast the time flew.
Now that I’m settling into the third trimester - there are some things I’ve found out along the way that no one seemed to “remember” to share. Here’s a list for ya of what I’ve picked up:
- Wiping. Not a problem until the belly starts to grow - and considering how often you have to pee, wiping is becoming increasingly difficult.
- Apparently there is a time during labor where you get a surge of hormones that can cause you to feel shaky and puke (and all I thought was that you just pooped a little).
- Found out in prenatal yoga that after you birth the human, the nurse comes in and bulldozes your stomach to get as much of the blood out and get your uterus back in fighting shape. Oh…and apparently it does not feel good.
- Birthing videos can seem like a really bad porn
- Putting on shoes makes me out of breath
- Feeling this thing kick is really fun…feeling it moving and changing positions within the tummy is really creepy
- You don’t need maternity clothes - you just need H&M and stretchy fabrics
- Even though the outie (belly button) turns me off…it’s fun to poke it to go in and out
- If wearing a very big, loose sweatshirt - there is the chance of forgetting for a few moments that you’re pregnant
- Nausea comes back in the third trimester for some (I have it) - but it’s not puke so it’s much better than the first and half of the second trimester
- Sweat. I rarely wake up in the morning not drenched in sweat and it’s not from a kinky night with the husband. It’s from a full nights sleep with the hormones. They are just darling.
- Break a nail - live dangerously. A new one will grow back in a day.
- I love not having to suck in my stomach…ever
So that’s where I am so far. We’ll see what the next two months and a week bring to the table!
The anxiety around producing a child grows stronger with each realization of what’s to come in the next few months. And with that anxiety, I transform it into a fight between me and Picks. In all fairness, the fights are rather comical once we get through them. Here’s an example of the latest.
We went to buy buy baby and when we got home, Picks made us delicious homemade pizza. Really sweet and awesome of him to do. What do I do? I pick a fight with him because he bought full fat shredded cheese versus reduced, didn’t check to see if we already had any (which we did) and also he bought cheddar cheese when this pizza always always always uses mozzarella. Yes. I actually got “mad” over this.
I turned it from - just buy the right one next time - into if you don’t think these things through, how can I trust you with a baby? I am so embarrassed to admit this but it also makes me laugh so much. And laughing at how stupid of a fight I started is way way way better than admitting that within 3 months, I’ll have to find a way to grow up.
I know Picks is good with technology, safety and researching thoroughly. I know I’m not. So when it came time for us to start researching baby products I kind of chose some things I thought would interest him. When I told him this, we both laughed uncontrollably. Here’s how the conversation went:
Me: So how do you feel about researching car seats?
Picks: Sounds good
Me: Oooooo - and would you want to research baby monitors too?
Me: Awesome! So you’ll research car seats and baby monitors and I’ll research pacifiers and bottles
Picks: Wait a sec. I’m researching car seats and baby monitors and you’re going to look into bottles and pacifier?
Me: (laughing) yep, that works, right?
Picks: Oh sure. How about I research college education funds and you can research dorm room accessories. Then I can research side impact airbags when picking out a car for the kid and you can research good music for them to listen to when driving.
Me: I like your plan.
This is going to be fun!
So my most recent job took me to a crossroad. I could either quit so I’d be able to take a 2 week vacation or stay at the job and miss out on a trip I’d most likely never get a chance to go on after giving birth. Obvious answer - I took the trip.
I swear, I have had more careers than one person should have in a lifetime. Here’s a list of all the jobs I’ve had: camp counselor, tv production assistant, sports writer, copywriter, personal trainer, hostess, waitress, telemarketer (only could last for 2 weeks - that job is tough!), office assistant, watcher of baseball to ensure the scores were updating, freelance writer, project coordinator, events coordinator, timing company for races, bootcamp instructor, project manager, animal shelter employee and voice over work. Holy crap and I’m sure I’m forgetting some other jobs.
Now I find myself still doing voice over work but aside from that, unemployed and seven months pregnant. I keep applying for jobs and laugh to myself each time I do because who would hire someone seven months pregnant?
I’m a firm believer that everything happens for a reason…just not sure on the reason for this one just yet.
I’m seven months pregnant as of today and have to admit I’ve finally accepted that I’m pregnant. Yes…it has taken this long to realize. A friend recently asked how we were coming along with prepping for the baby - Picks proudly said he cleaned most of his stuff out of the room we’re planning on housing this thing in and I proudly said I’ve accepted I’m pregnant. Blank stare.
It was a wake up call to us that maybe we should start to think about the sorts of things we need to get. First step, walk down the baby aisle at Target. I managed to make it all the way through and then picked a fight with Picks to distract me from the major anxiety I felt.
Next step - Buy Buy Baby. As we walked through the millions of car seats, strollers, bath tubs and pacifiers my heart beat faster and faster…oh, and faster.
I thought those exposure therapy treatments were bad - nope, I was wrong. The tour of the delivery room - hot damn I couldn’t breathe. While the person was going over different laboring positions and where the baby goes all I thought was get me out of here! I’m pregnant and finally accepted that and now you’re going to scare me more about the pains of a ripping vagina and screaming little human being?
I’m sure it’ll come to me where I am actually ready for this major change potentially happening soon but for now, I’m happy just watching my belly move and not thinking about anything other than that. Denial - why do you have to go away soon???????
My in laws are truly sweet people. They are giving at times, thoughtful at times and just good people. This is why I feel like a brat with this next entry but it is too good not to share.
Picks’ mom is adorable with holiday gifts - wraps them perfectly, writes sweet little clues on the outside to help me guess what is wrapped on the inside. Picks’ mom is not adorable when it comes to the actual gift inside the adorably-wrapped package. She is rather the opposite.
In years past I’ve gotten some random things such as a calendar containing pictures of Picks as a kid. Sorry, I don’t like having my husband’s infancy on my desk - it’s weird. I’ve gotten a lasagna server (random), a quilted fish pot holder, a black fabric flower (I suppose for my funerals?), a zebra print fleece scarf (not sure what about me screams zebra other than nothing) and too many others to recall.
Of all the gifts, this year was by far the funniest. The clue on the outside read “to help you remember this special time in your life” - referring to me being pregnant. I’m thinking maybe it’s a journal, photo album, picture frame or something along those lines. Nope. I open the gift and inside is a clay-carved figurine of a man with his arms around a pregnant woman. Yes, you read that correct. We have a clay figurine of a guy and pregnant girl that came courtesy of the hallmark shop.
Now a random person in my prenatal yoga class owns the figurine and is bringing it to a white elephant party. I guaranteed her that this gift would make her new friends instantly.
I’m petrified of what his mom might get me for my birthday…
I tend to give Picks a hard time when he forgets things we talk about or do. Well, karma just bit me in the ass. I gave him a gift that I thought he’d be so excited for since I knew he’d always wanted one. I got him a shovel. I made him close his eyes, I put the shovel in his hands and told him to open his eyes. Once he did he started busting out laughing. I asked him why he was laughing so much. Welp, turns out we already bought that shovel and I totally, undoubtedly forgot. So yes, I bought the same exact shovel for him as a present. That’s scary.