D and I are hoping to get away for a long weekend this summer. In preparation for that yet-to-be-determined date and destination, I'm looking at hotel reviews for some of our options. People write the most interesting things in their reviews; I hope that the Internet really does provide some of them anonymity. Here are just a few examples:
"NameOfHotel is magical. My wife and girlfriend enjoy the comfy beds. Thanks NameOfHotel for recognizing me with two aliases!"
"When we asked where we could find a postage stamp the person at the front desk said she did not have a clue."
"Not a place to go if you want to be alone and sex."
"The staff was awesome anything you needed they could help you with, my eyeglasses were broken and I asked them where I could repair them. One of the persons working at the front desk said he could repair them, and he did! Wow! That was very impressive."
"How anyone considers this a family or romantic vacation destination is beyond me."
"When I explained that the place was discriminating against people with vision impairments, the manager stated: 'We aren't concerned with that. We care about the safety of our other guests.'"
"The initial impression walking into the door was a smell of 30 years of cigarettes and three-week-old beer cans."
"The towel are always warm."
Thank you, Reviewers! I will take your comments into consideration. Or not. Hopefully D and I will decide on a time and place--a little vacay would be nice right now.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Everything Is So Dang Cute
My first baby purchase:
What? You thought it would be something practical?
I love the lavender and the flowers and the little ribbon tags. Of course, I could have made it for a 1/3 of the cost, but it was an impulse buy and I don't have any regrets.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Yay KG!
I am so happy for Garnett I can't even stand it. I'm sorry that KG needed to leave the T-wolves to win, but I'm so excited that he finally has a Championship of his own.While I didn't see the game last night, D filled me in on everything this morning. KG and Ray are his two favorite players in the league, so he was amped up for this season from the beginning; he even contemplated putting down money on the Celtics when we were in Vegas for Thanksgiving (he did not). I enjoyed the Celtics-Lakers playoffs this year and thought it was interesting that those two teams have won half the NBA Championships to date. Seeing the replay of KG thanking Minnesota this morning made me a little teary, but I'll chalk that up to hormones.
In his recap, D told me that the "Boston Three Party" (not his words, but I always liked the commercial) accomplished their goal; he thought KG was an instrumental piece and that Ray will probably go down as the best 3-point shooter of all time. I think Ray will also have a yearbook entry for "Best Calves".
Great year. Great series. Congrats, KG!
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
BP08 is a
GIRL!
Dad and Grandpa Roy were right; they never wavered in their belief that there first grandchild and great grandchild would be a girl. So, while they were right, they don't get a prize (other than a beautiful granddaughter) because they didn't vote!
And the winner by drawing is -R- who will win something 'real nice.'
So onto some more details about the living being formerly known as BP08:
Dad and Grandpa Roy were right; they never wavered in their belief that there first grandchild and great grandchild would be a girl. So, while they were right, they don't get a prize (other than a beautiful granddaughter) because they didn't vote!
And the winner by drawing is -R- who will win something 'real nice.'
So onto some more details about the living being formerly known as BP08:
- D and I agreed on a name, so as promised I'm announcing it to the world so that he doesn't change his mind! Our daughter--that is still baking--has a name, and it is Audrey. Awww.
- We were able to see her kick and move around during the ultrasound yesterday, and that was pretty cool. In fact, the tech found her leg first and right away she kicked and it was one that I could feel. I discovered I'm only feeling about half of her movements at this point, though.
- D was able to feel her kick on Sunday!
- Audrey is currently weighing in at 11 ounces and that does not at all explain the weight that I have put on. I had to remind myself that I'm carrying around a lot of extra fluid; also, I'm trying not to think about my extra trips to Noodles and Taco Bell.
- Estimated due date is still November 2.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Your Guess Is As Good As Mine
Is it a boy or a girl? Hopefully we'll get to find out next Monday--unless his or her legs are crossed. :-/
So, it's a contest! Leave your guess in the comments and next Tuesday I'll give you all the answer and will draw for a winner out of the correct guesses. And you'll win something 'real nice.'
If any of you believe in old wives' tales, or have a different way of guessing the sex of in utero babes, here is some information you might like:
So, it's a contest! Leave your guess in the comments and next Tuesday I'll give you all the answer and will draw for a winner out of the correct guesses. And you'll win something 'real nice.'
If any of you believe in old wives' tales, or have a different way of guessing the sex of in utero babes, here is some information you might like:
- Heart rate: 6w4d = 155 bpm, 16w4d = 147 bpm
- Due date: November 2, 2008
- My age at conception: 28
- Baby kicks/movement: first movement detected at 15w4d, now most active in the evening hours and seems to like (or dislike) Mexican food
- Skin/hair: normal/dry (once normal/oily) and I'm breaking out like crazy
- Food Cravings: Green beans, mac & cheese, Arby's, Noodles, Chipotle, Sprite/Fresca, fruit roll-ups, hot dogs, strawberry milk
- Food Aversions: (early on) hamburgers, pizza, grapes
- Belly: at 19w3d round and all in front
Stay tuned to find out the sex and the winner of a (to be determined) prize! All guesses must be logged in comments for this post by Sunday, June 15.
Monday, June 9, 2008
This, That & Hormones
I really had a great weekend and it started early by making full use of my summer hours on Friday by driving to St. Cloud to see Zimm. Since we are both pregnant, we scheduled pre-natal massages and enjoyed an Italian lunch. We also stopped by a baby consignment shop, but we were a little too overwhelmed to purchase anything. We enjoyed our afternoon of relaxation and had fun comparing notes on our pregnancies so far. I found out that she and her husband do not plan to share the name of their little girl, so since she is due a few weeks before me I told her that if my upcoming ultrasound indicates that we are having a girl as well that she would need to take a look at my name list and let me know if there are any I should stop considering. I realize this means she is basically telling me the name of her future daughter, but I promise I will promptly forget it--or at least not mention it to anyone and act completely surprised when it is officially announced. ;)
Friday night I just slept. Apparently relaxation is very draining.
Saturday was a day of work in our house. D and Dad worked hard in the backyard cutting down trees and removing the random wetland vegetation that made its way into our yard. D's uncle worked on our air conditioner because this pregnant lady does not want to suffer through Minnesota's humid summers without some good AC. I did laundry, ran some errands and provided sustenance for the men. It's kind of nice not be able to do heavy lifting. At the end of the day, everyone was exhausted, but the progress was evident. After a LONG nap, D and I watched some TV and went to bed.
Saturday night, out of no where, I started crying. I think it was after the 4th time I got out of bed to pee and then had a hard time trying to get comfortable again with all of the pillows that needed to be rearranged and the dogs that were in the way--and I don't know, I just started crying. Initially I tried to hide that from D. He is not one of those sensitive guys. "Girly" emotions tend to freak him out and I didn't want to argue--I was tired and sore and thirsty and angry that I was thirsty for that would make me have to get up yet again to use the bathroom--but he heard me and asked what was wrong. I told him all of the above and he gently kissed my forehead and rubbed my belly. Aw. He was so sweet during a hormonal breakdown! Who is this guy?
I've generally been in good spirits lately, but this entire weekend was filled with body hating--things just aren't they way they should be; however that is. My skin hates me more than usual. My last pair of jeans are too small (which D thought was kind of cute but made me want to curl up into a ball in cry--see, hormones). I am whiter than white and there is nothing I can do about it as self-tanners are a no-no and the last time I was out in the sun I got horribly blotchy and the doc said I was lucky it faded and didn't last the entire pregnancy. The funny thing is, Thursday night I was completely in love with my baby bump and my entire figure, actually. I felt so feminine, not sexy, but very much like a woman and how for that fleeting moment, how I loved being pregnant. I don't really like it so much when all of the hormones kick in and send me in one of two directions: hopelessly crying or into psychotic rage (followed by hopelessly crying). In all fairness, my dad did warn D.
Sunday was also productive, but not nearly as productive as Saturday--we were both way too wiped out to continue at that pace! We brought the dogs to the groomer and then my psycho bitch kicked in when D refused to go buy sheets with me. Did I mention the hormones? And this kid must be going through a growth spurt as I could.not.stop.eating all day. But I did manage to read Belly Laughs in between bites. It was cute, and an easy read. After some light housework we settled in to watch the Celtics beat the Lakers: 2 and 0 Baby! I also cried during piece on Celtics power forward, Powe. And the hormones, they continue to give.
Sunday was also a good day because D had come around to my way of thinking and has started to like one of my top baby girl names! He prefers a different middle name, but at least I still have time to work on that. And because we have almost agreed on a girl name (I hope it's not Zimm's name!), it will definitely be a boy. I don't have any mother's intuition on this one, so we'll both be surprised at our ultrasound next week!
Friday night I just slept. Apparently relaxation is very draining.
Saturday was a day of work in our house. D and Dad worked hard in the backyard cutting down trees and removing the random wetland vegetation that made its way into our yard. D's uncle worked on our air conditioner because this pregnant lady does not want to suffer through Minnesota's humid summers without some good AC. I did laundry, ran some errands and provided sustenance for the men. It's kind of nice not be able to do heavy lifting. At the end of the day, everyone was exhausted, but the progress was evident. After a LONG nap, D and I watched some TV and went to bed.
Saturday night, out of no where, I started crying. I think it was after the 4th time I got out of bed to pee and then had a hard time trying to get comfortable again with all of the pillows that needed to be rearranged and the dogs that were in the way--and I don't know, I just started crying. Initially I tried to hide that from D. He is not one of those sensitive guys. "Girly" emotions tend to freak him out and I didn't want to argue--I was tired and sore and thirsty and angry that I was thirsty for that would make me have to get up yet again to use the bathroom--but he heard me and asked what was wrong. I told him all of the above and he gently kissed my forehead and rubbed my belly. Aw. He was so sweet during a hormonal breakdown! Who is this guy?
I've generally been in good spirits lately, but this entire weekend was filled with body hating--things just aren't they way they should be; however that is. My skin hates me more than usual. My last pair of jeans are too small (which D thought was kind of cute but made me want to curl up into a ball in cry--see, hormones). I am whiter than white and there is nothing I can do about it as self-tanners are a no-no and the last time I was out in the sun I got horribly blotchy and the doc said I was lucky it faded and didn't last the entire pregnancy. The funny thing is, Thursday night I was completely in love with my baby bump and my entire figure, actually. I felt so feminine, not sexy, but very much like a woman and how for that fleeting moment, how I loved being pregnant. I don't really like it so much when all of the hormones kick in and send me in one of two directions: hopelessly crying or into psychotic rage (followed by hopelessly crying). In all fairness, my dad did warn D.
Sunday was also productive, but not nearly as productive as Saturday--we were both way too wiped out to continue at that pace! We brought the dogs to the groomer and then my psycho bitch kicked in when D refused to go buy sheets with me. Did I mention the hormones? And this kid must be going through a growth spurt as I could.not.stop.eating all day. But I did manage to read Belly Laughs in between bites. It was cute, and an easy read. After some light housework we settled in to watch the Celtics beat the Lakers: 2 and 0 Baby! I also cried during piece on Celtics power forward, Powe. And the hormones, they continue to give.
Sunday was also a good day because D had come around to my way of thinking and has started to like one of my top baby girl names! He prefers a different middle name, but at least I still have time to work on that. And because we have almost agreed on a girl name (I hope it's not Zimm's name!), it will definitely be a boy. I don't have any mother's intuition on this one, so we'll both be surprised at our ultrasound next week!
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
PUPPIES!
Last night was quite possibly the most fun I have ever had volunteering at the Animal Humane Society--I arrived at 6 p.m. and was surprised that there were FIVE puppies for me to play with!
Rayna
Mona
Heidi
Hank
Frilly
Monday, June 2, 2008
When Summer Hours Are A Bad Thing
Today is my first day of summer hours, meaning half day Fridays--Yay! Some people shudder when thinking of 9 hour work days, but honestly, I'm here almost 9 hours on a regular work day because D and I carpool so at least this way I get a little reward each week.
With two hours left of my first elongated work day, I went off to the student union for some good old Sbux. Ummm...you know when summer hours suck? When it's 2:30 p.m. and you need a little pick-me-up and the Sbux at the student union is closed. Summer hours for Sbux: 7 a.m. - 2 p.m. Hello!?! Pregnant lady here! Craving tall, nonfat, half-caff vanilla latte! WTF?
Instead of indulging my craving, I headed over to the book store for a Cherry Coke, animal crackers and a grape fruit leather. This is not as exciting--or HOT--as my originally intended treat, but frosted animal crackers sure are tasty!
With two hours left of my first elongated work day, I went off to the student union for some good old Sbux. Ummm...you know when summer hours suck? When it's 2:30 p.m. and you need a little pick-me-up and the Sbux at the student union is closed. Summer hours for Sbux: 7 a.m. - 2 p.m. Hello!?! Pregnant lady here! Craving tall, nonfat, half-caff vanilla latte! WTF?
Instead of indulging my craving, I headed over to the book store for a Cherry Coke, animal crackers and a grape fruit leather. This is not as exciting--or HOT--as my originally intended treat, but frosted animal crackers sure are tasty!
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