birthday gift.
Doesn’t it sound like a perfectly lovely birthday afternoon? A couple’s massage. Dustin, sly attempt to get himself a massage under the guise of getting me one for my birthday. It sounds so thoughtful! We could relax together, hang out, enjoy some quiet before baby comes…
But, what he didn’t say is that last time we did this he fell asleep. And what you may not know is that, when he falls into a deep, relaxing sleep, he has a tendency to snore. Not cute little drool-y snores like he’s completely relaxed, but full, I-am-in-a-deep-sleep rumbles. There’s nothing worse than trying to relax through the constant drone of a snore-er. But I wanted that mommy massage so badly that I thought I could make it through anything.
Bless his heart, he stayed awake the whole time.
the pregnant lady birthday dinner.
Everyone thought I was nuts. I could tell they were all humoring the pregnant lady. Until they took a bit of yummy, delicious, salty and sweet chicken and waffles. For the record, Dustin’s sister, a notoriously, self-proclaimed picky eater turned her nose up at first, but came around and agreed that it was pretty good. See. I am not crazy.
This comes from my LA days and a good, happy helping of Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles, complete with church clothes and contraband purses on the sidewalk. Birthday dinner brought me right back to those sunny, hungover (late) mornings! And a meal splurge that is only acceptable for hangovers and birthday dinners.
It was a wonderful end to a wonderful 29th birthday.
really?
A little nugget that just popped into my inbox.
Lovely. I must think of someone special to nominate. Someone who really deserves the honor of sitting around talking about what other people are sitting around talking about.
the new game at the Jessup home.
The new game at our house is called “hide the guest bedroom in the living room.” Believe it or not, that is a full-sized queen bed-as-a-couch. Once the screen is built, this never-once-been-used room in our house will be home to the three guests that we have sleep at our house every year. Who do you know that offers their guests a huge room complete with fireplace?
Good news for all three of you prospective guests: this room is far away and removed from the baby’s room, our room and midnight feeding/crying episodes.
together time.
I walked by the kitchen last night while Dustin was making soup. I noticed that he had the trash can UP ON THE COUNTER where he was throwing in bits and pieces of the things he wasn’t using. (Our compost is currently out-of-commission.) I thought it was horribly disgusting, but was too busy to initiate an argument, so I just kept on walking.
Later that night, after forgetting about the trash can incident, I decided to make myself a sandwich. Half way through eating the sandwich, I realized that I made it in the same place that said trash can incident had happened. The following conversation ensued:
Me: Did I see you with the trash can up on the counter tonight? Was that in the exact same place that I made my sandwich?
Dustin: You didn’t see that.
Me: No, I did.
Dustin: No, I don’t think that happened.
Me: What? Yes, I saw it.
Dustin: No, no you didn’t.
Me: Well, did you wash the counter, with soap, after that didn’t happen? I’d hate to get the imaginary germs.
(How does he get to just avoid the subject all together?!?)
working from home.
Oh, how we all love the days when I get to work from home.
The sun is shining (I just realized) and the warm sunlight through the south-facing windows is just too much for the puppies to not lounge around in lazily.
I love the first few days of Spring. The days when you almost think Summer is right around the corner.
sleep. it’s possibly all I have been thinking about.
It seems that sleep has escaped me. With one and a half months left until baby, it seems he is preparing me for what everyone has been prepping me for: no sleep.
See, I knew this was coming. I am in the bottom percentages of sleepers: I alternate between freefaller and starfish. This is how I have always slept and I knew it wouldn’t mix well with a baby bump. I told Dustin this was my biggest fear about getting pregnant this long before it happened. I have slept this way since I was a baby (that was the word on the street in those days to prevent SIDS, though thought has since changed). And now, with the huge bump in front, I am forced to sleep on my side. This hurts my shoulder, either shoulder and I just end up rolling back and forth from left side (which I know is the better side) to a little bit of right side, but then I feel guilty about possibly depriving the little one of blood flow/oxygen to the uterus, so I switch back (with a momentary pause on my back, which I know I should avoid but need to stretch!) Then my shoulder aches and I roll back. All night long. Even Dustin has noticed and he is usually too busy snoring. Just one of many more changes to come I suppose.
Do you know what I am looking forward to more than that first beer after pregnancy/breast feeding? I am looking forward to sleeping on my tummy. Even if it is for only 20 minutes at a time.
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I will admit it. I cried a little.
But I am also 31 weeks pregnant.
This is the sweetest little video. Watch it here: http://vimeo.com/10074825 Made me excited and nervous all at the same time.
I found it here.
it has finally happened.
All the books warned me. I thought it was a pregnancy myth.
Strangers do want to touch your belly.
So this is how it happened: I was on the N/Judah bus in San Francisco yesterday and a man approached me. (Yes, the crazy, mumbling, bus-riding kind.) And he asked me for directions. Of course, I barely knew where I was going, so I apologized and went back to looking out the window. My stop came, I got off, and there he was again. With another question. I, again, apologized and told him I didn’t know and started to turn away…
I was meeting one of my oldest friends and she was just calling to tell me where she was. As the phone was ringing, the man then asked me how far along I was. I replied nicely, turning my attention to the ringing phone.
And then it happened. He reached out and touched my belly.
I am not Buddah. There’s no good luck for touching it. I know it sticks out now, but if it was my nose, he wouldn’t rub it.
It really doesn’t bother me one bit when friends or family touch it or try to feel him move around. But the crazy man on the bus is a whole other story.
Luckily, I still had the phone ringing in my hand and I pulled away, apologized and said it was a very important phone call– which was the truth–I had to find my friend and tell her about the crazy, bus-riding man in San Francisco.
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diaper dilemma.
The next in a long series of questions that I am now realizing parents have to ask themselves: cloth or disposable?
(Read here, here and here for more info.)
I have heard many people advise for and against both. I have read a few articles and looked at the variety of different options that are out there now. (These are not your mama’s diapers anymore…) and I think I am leaning towards disposable for a few weeks (the newborn sizes are just a better fit on the newborn bod than a one-size-fits-all cover) and then switch over to cloth when he’s big enough to fill it out a little. Less waste. More money. What’s not to love about that?
Here are the brands I am interested in:
G diaper (these are cute, but this is one area where I am not sure I should choose fashion over function…)
Comments? Feedback? Personal experiences? Let ‘er rip.
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