December 29th, 3:26 PM
32 Weeks
2 Days
18 Hours
9 Minutes
Every last instant with him was wonderful.
Friday, December 23, 2005
Kanga, Roo, and Daddy too
Kanga, Roo, and Daddy Too!
Kanga, Roo, and Daddy too
Originally uploaded by apg.
We got to do some Kangaroo Care yesterday. This is currently fighting in my affections for the best day ever. The first time we got to hold him will always be number one on the list, but the first time I got to feel Stuart on my skin, feel his heartbeat, feel him breathing, feel him wriggling...well...I think I may have to start a different list because it's somehow number one too.
On top of that we weren't even expecting to hold him. Stuart's had a respiritory infection which is what put him back on the ventilator. He's been incredibly fussy lately and hasn't really wanted anyone messing with him. So when the head of the NICU came over to us yesterday and asked, "Would you guys like to hold him?" it was sort of a no-brainer.
The answer to that question will always be YES. Even when we're 70-something years old...the answer will always be YES!
Kanga, Roo, and Daddy too
Originally uploaded by apg.
We got to do some Kangaroo Care yesterday. This is currently fighting in my affections for the best day ever. The first time we got to hold him will always be number one on the list, but the first time I got to feel Stuart on my skin, feel his heartbeat, feel him breathing, feel him wriggling...well...I think I may have to start a different list because it's somehow number one too.
On top of that we weren't even expecting to hold him. Stuart's had a respiritory infection which is what put him back on the ventilator. He's been incredibly fussy lately and hasn't really wanted anyone messing with him. So when the head of the NICU came over to us yesterday and asked, "Would you guys like to hold him?" it was sort of a no-brainer.
The answer to that question will always be YES. Even when we're 70-something years old...the answer will always be YES!
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Squeeeeeeee!!!
Best Day Ever
Squeeeeeeee!!!
Originally uploaded by apg.
I got to hold Stuart for the first time in 4 weeks. It was the best thing ever.
Squeeeeeeee!!!
Originally uploaded by apg.
I got to hold Stuart for the first time in 4 weeks. It was the best thing ever.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Tearing up
Today while I was changing Stuart's diaper he started making his "crying face." We've only been able to tell when he wasn't happy until now because of the way he'd scrunch up his eyes and open his mouth. The ventilator tube and the feeding tube kept him from making any noise.
He was switched to CPAP a few days ago which means no mean ventilator tube down his throat, and when he made that face as I was changing his diaper Andy said "Oh, look he's crying, is he making any noise?"
I bent down and put my ear up to the door of the isolette and there was a very tiny little cry. And then another. Andy rushed around to the side so he could hear too. It's the first time we've heard Stuart's voice since the night almost 4 weeks ago when he was born.
For those parents that are annoyed when their kids scream at the top of their lungs, or wake you up in the middle of the night crying to be changed or fed...you should count your blessings. COunt them each and every time you get to hear your child crying.
I never thought I'd feel so good about hearing my baby cry.
Today while I was changing Stuart's diaper he started making his "crying face." We've only been able to tell when he wasn't happy until now because of the way he'd scrunch up his eyes and open his mouth. The ventilator tube and the feeding tube kept him from making any noise.
He was switched to CPAP a few days ago which means no mean ventilator tube down his throat, and when he made that face as I was changing his diaper Andy said "Oh, look he's crying, is he making any noise?"
I bent down and put my ear up to the door of the isolette and there was a very tiny little cry. And then another. Andy rushed around to the side so he could hear too. It's the first time we've heard Stuart's voice since the night almost 4 weeks ago when he was born.
For those parents that are annoyed when their kids scream at the top of their lungs, or wake you up in the middle of the night crying to be changed or fed...you should count your blessings. COunt them each and every time you get to hear your child crying.
I never thought I'd feel so good about hearing my baby cry.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Hands I love
Hands
Hands I love
Originally uploaded by apg.
My heart breaks a little every time I look at this picture.
Keep hanging on little man. We're going to make it.
Hands I love
Originally uploaded by apg.
My heart breaks a little every time I look at this picture.
Keep hanging on little man. We're going to make it.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Still bad with the elbows
So those that know me, or have read previous entries know that my elbows are the least functioning part of my body.
Yesterday I was carving a turkey breast that a friend had brought over for us, and somehow managed to swing the carving knife into my opposite elbow.
I now have a small cut on my left elbow.
Still really can't figure out how I managed it, but I think I should be put in the Guiness Book of World Records, or something.
So those that know me, or have read previous entries know that my elbows are the least functioning part of my body.
Yesterday I was carving a turkey breast that a friend had brought over for us, and somehow managed to swing the carving knife into my opposite elbow.
I now have a small cut on my left elbow.
Still really can't figure out how I managed it, but I think I should be put in the Guiness Book of World Records, or something.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Little Stuart Update
Stuart's doing well today. He's calm and steady. We've had a couple of really rough days mixed in the past two weeks. Wednesday's seem to be a bad day for him. So far though the doctor's say that there's nothing wrong with him, Stuart's just a very tiny baby. His lungs and heart are functioning, although he does have a heart murmur. Our big scare last week was over his kidneys. They stopped. And then he stopped peeing.
Thanksgiving day everyone around our family and friend's tables gave a huge shout when we spread the news about a VERY wet diaper.
So we've got some very big worries about a very little man. But the doctors and nurses are doing everything they know how to do and they all seem to love him almost as much as we do.
On the plus side we have had more good days than bad. It's like the girl in the bursery rhyme though. The bad ones are very very bad. And the good ones are very very good.
The biggest good news is that Stuart's opened his eyes. Right on schedule since he's now 28 weeks old. They are truly the most beautiful little eyes I've ever seen. Right now it's a huge effort for him to open them but when he does...WHAMO! Shot straight to the heart of me. I can't believe I love him more every day, even though my friends with kids told me that would happen.
It really is true. Every day is more and more precious to me. I believe you now.
Stuart's doing well today. He's calm and steady. We've had a couple of really rough days mixed in the past two weeks. Wednesday's seem to be a bad day for him. So far though the doctor's say that there's nothing wrong with him, Stuart's just a very tiny baby. His lungs and heart are functioning, although he does have a heart murmur. Our big scare last week was over his kidneys. They stopped. And then he stopped peeing.
Thanksgiving day everyone around our family and friend's tables gave a huge shout when we spread the news about a VERY wet diaper.
So we've got some very big worries about a very little man. But the doctors and nurses are doing everything they know how to do and they all seem to love him almost as much as we do.
On the plus side we have had more good days than bad. It's like the girl in the bursery rhyme though. The bad ones are very very bad. And the good ones are very very good.
The biggest good news is that Stuart's opened his eyes. Right on schedule since he's now 28 weeks old. They are truly the most beautiful little eyes I've ever seen. Right now it's a huge effort for him to open them but when he does...WHAMO! Shot straight to the heart of me. I can't believe I love him more every day, even though my friends with kids told me that would happen.
It really is true. Every day is more and more precious to me. I believe you now.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Thanksgiving
We have a lot to be thankful for this year. However, this is still my all time favorite.
Enjoy your turkey everyone!
(T, I mean that you should enjoy playing with yours alive and kicking in the yard!)
We have a lot to be thankful for this year. However, this is still my all time favorite.
Enjoy your turkey everyone!
(T, I mean that you should enjoy playing with yours alive and kicking in the yard!)
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Monday, November 21, 2005
Family Update
Stuart's a week old today! Every day that he's calm and stable, the better it is. We've been lucky enough to have several days like that in a row (KNOCK ON WOOD!)
Things are starting to settle down a little for us, not quite a routine yet, but closer.
Keep those prayers coming folks, they seem to be doing the trick!
Stuart's a week old today! Every day that he's calm and stable, the better it is. We've been lucky enough to have several days like that in a row (KNOCK ON WOOD!)
Things are starting to settle down a little for us, not quite a routine yet, but closer.
Keep those prayers coming folks, they seem to be doing the trick!
Monday, November 14, 2005
Stuart Pierce Glendinning
Well he was a bit earlier than we expected, but baby Stuart has joined us.
At 9:17 PM on November 14, 2005 he arrived. 1lbs. 2 ozs. 11.25 inches
And yes those measurements are correct. Stuart was 3 months premature. I won't go into the all the gory details but here's the gist for folks that don't know the scoop yet:
Monday evening I went for my regularly scheduled checkup. When I got there my blood pressure was very very high. The doctor sent me over to the hospital for a few tests. When I got checked in, and my blood pressure still wasn't coming down, and the monitor showed the baby's heart rate dipping, it was time for action. My doctor looked at me and said, well the only way to take care of this is to deliver the baby.
What on earth is she talking about? How can they deliver a baby at 6 months!?
What they did was to put me into an ambulance, take me to Shady Grove, and prep me for an emergency C-Section.
At 9:05 PM they took me from the room I was in to get me into the OR. At 9:17 PM Stuart was born.
He was born crying. It was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard.
Now starts the hard part. I'm home again and recuperating. Stuart is still at the hospital. He is in one of the best NICU facilities in the area, but he won't get to come home with us until next year.
God works in mysterious ways they say, and I truly believe He was with me on Monday as He has been every other day. I had no other symptoms, I was feeling fine. If I hadn't gone to the doctor that afternoon I could have had a seizure and been completely at home alone when it happened, or driving to work, or a million other horrible possibilities. He was watching over me and Stuart.
So any and all prayers for my little man and the doctors and nurses looking over him are truly appreciated. God listens.
Thank you to everyone who has already called, emailed, sent flowers, gifts, food, helped out with the dog, and generally sent your love. We love you all right back.
If you'd like to see our boy, Andy has posted pictures of him. There will be many more to come, and I'll try and write updates as much as possible. Hopefully there will be many more good days than bad ones, but each day has to happen one at a time.
Well he was a bit earlier than we expected, but baby Stuart has joined us.
At 9:17 PM on November 14, 2005 he arrived. 1lbs. 2 ozs. 11.25 inches
And yes those measurements are correct. Stuart was 3 months premature. I won't go into the all the gory details but here's the gist for folks that don't know the scoop yet:
Monday evening I went for my regularly scheduled checkup. When I got there my blood pressure was very very high. The doctor sent me over to the hospital for a few tests. When I got checked in, and my blood pressure still wasn't coming down, and the monitor showed the baby's heart rate dipping, it was time for action. My doctor looked at me and said, well the only way to take care of this is to deliver the baby.
What on earth is she talking about? How can they deliver a baby at 6 months!?
What they did was to put me into an ambulance, take me to Shady Grove, and prep me for an emergency C-Section.
At 9:05 PM they took me from the room I was in to get me into the OR. At 9:17 PM Stuart was born.
He was born crying. It was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard.
Now starts the hard part. I'm home again and recuperating. Stuart is still at the hospital. He is in one of the best NICU facilities in the area, but he won't get to come home with us until next year.
God works in mysterious ways they say, and I truly believe He was with me on Monday as He has been every other day. I had no other symptoms, I was feeling fine. If I hadn't gone to the doctor that afternoon I could have had a seizure and been completely at home alone when it happened, or driving to work, or a million other horrible possibilities. He was watching over me and Stuart.
So any and all prayers for my little man and the doctors and nurses looking over him are truly appreciated. God listens.
Thank you to everyone who has already called, emailed, sent flowers, gifts, food, helped out with the dog, and generally sent your love. We love you all right back.
If you'd like to see our boy, Andy has posted pictures of him. There will be many more to come, and I'll try and write updates as much as possible. Hopefully there will be many more good days than bad ones, but each day has to happen one at a time.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Home again
Sorry, I forgot to mention we were going on vacation. In case you wondered where I'd gone, we went on vacation.
Andy and I drove up north stopping wherever we felt like it or saw something cool We wound up in Nova Scotia for a couple of days and I have to say Halifax was beautiful and a very cool city besides.
We just made it home again late last night so I don't have my usual travel log sort of blog prepared yet, but here are a few highlights...
Road trips are a lot harder when you're 6 months pregnant and there's a judo champ stomping on your bladder.
Canada has some beautiful places and the people are INCREDIBLY friendly, but everything seems to shut down at the end of October. Nobody is a tourist in Canada after 10/31.
Maine is a beatiful state. But I don't really believe they have moose. I looked everywhere. No moose.
Massachussetts has a lot of Dunkin Donut shops people. I mean a LOT. I mean one every couple hundred feet of a lot.
Boston is a cool city and I would definitely recommend taking the Duck Tour.
More to come as soon as I do the laundry and the grocery shopping!
Sorry, I forgot to mention we were going on vacation. In case you wondered where I'd gone, we went on vacation.
Andy and I drove up north stopping wherever we felt like it or saw something cool We wound up in Nova Scotia for a couple of days and I have to say Halifax was beautiful and a very cool city besides.
We just made it home again late last night so I don't have my usual travel log sort of blog prepared yet, but here are a few highlights...
Road trips are a lot harder when you're 6 months pregnant and there's a judo champ stomping on your bladder.
Canada has some beautiful places and the people are INCREDIBLY friendly, but everything seems to shut down at the end of October. Nobody is a tourist in Canada after 10/31.
Maine is a beatiful state. But I don't really believe they have moose. I looked everywhere. No moose.
Massachussetts has a lot of Dunkin Donut shops people. I mean a LOT. I mean one every couple hundred feet of a lot.
Boston is a cool city and I would definitely recommend taking the Duck Tour.
More to come as soon as I do the laundry and the grocery shopping!
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Halloween is certainly a scary time of year
Some folks in my office have decorated their cubes for Halloween. No problem there. It's cute and fun, and they also tend to put out free candy.
The prize winner though goes to the woman down the hall who brought in an enormous box on Monday. I was following her in and was naturally curious about what was in the box. I assumed it was a lamp since our floor is rather dimly lit.
It turned out to certainly be a light source. I couldn't find an exact duplicate on the web, but this was rather close. Just add another tier to it. With more of the same lighting and you can pretty much picture what's sitting on top of her cabinet.
I get to walk by it every day.
Oh so pretty.
Some folks in my office have decorated their cubes for Halloween. No problem there. It's cute and fun, and they also tend to put out free candy.
The prize winner though goes to the woman down the hall who brought in an enormous box on Monday. I was following her in and was naturally curious about what was in the box. I assumed it was a lamp since our floor is rather dimly lit.
It turned out to certainly be a light source. I couldn't find an exact duplicate on the web, but this was rather close. Just add another tier to it. With more of the same lighting and you can pretty much picture what's sitting on top of her cabinet.
I get to walk by it every day.
Oh so pretty.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
And by the way...
The dog sucks at squishing spiders. I've got two giant Wolf Spiders waiting for you to smush when you get home.
The one in the kitchen, the dog just chases back under the fridge. And the one in the basement he just picks up and spits it out.
So we've got one scared and one slobbery. But neither has been squished.
Please hurry home. I need you.
The dog sucks at squishing spiders. I've got two giant Wolf Spiders waiting for you to smush when you get home.
The one in the kitchen, the dog just chases back under the fridge. And the one in the basement he just picks up and spits it out.
So we've got one scared and one slobbery. But neither has been squished.
Please hurry home. I need you.
Huptcha huptcha, quick like a bunny!
Andy's been in India for a little over a week now. A little less than a week to go and he'll be home again.
I never do very well when he's away, and this time in particular has been dragging sooooo slowly.
To add to the fun, the dog doesn't do well when he's away either. Arrow either sulks by the front door until I drag him up to the bedroom, or he becomes devious. Lately, he's chosen devious. I think I prefer sulking.
Sweetie, here's a short list of the things the dog has done while you've been gone:
1. Gotten into the bathroom trash
2. Run around the house like a maniac with one of my shoes
3. Chewed the DVD case of one of the Firefly discs (thankfully the dvd was in the player at the time)
4. Gotten into the kitchen trash
5. Taken over your half of the bed and GROWLS at me if I try and budge him
6. Picked up a dead spider off the floor in the basement, brought it upstairs and put it on top of Laura's purse
7. Gotten into the kitchen trash. Did I say that one already? Yeah, well he's done it repeatedly.
8. Stole and shredded a piece of junk mail from the kitchen table. Just really happy it wasn't a check.
9. Barked at me non-stop for 20 minutes and NOTHING would appease him.
10. And the winner, because it just happened this morning....chewed on the DVD remote. It's just a little dented, it's still good, it's still good.
PLEASE hurry home. We all miss you.
Andy's been in India for a little over a week now. A little less than a week to go and he'll be home again.
I never do very well when he's away, and this time in particular has been dragging sooooo slowly.
To add to the fun, the dog doesn't do well when he's away either. Arrow either sulks by the front door until I drag him up to the bedroom, or he becomes devious. Lately, he's chosen devious. I think I prefer sulking.
Sweetie, here's a short list of the things the dog has done while you've been gone:
1. Gotten into the bathroom trash
2. Run around the house like a maniac with one of my shoes
3. Chewed the DVD case of one of the Firefly discs (thankfully the dvd was in the player at the time)
4. Gotten into the kitchen trash
5. Taken over your half of the bed and GROWLS at me if I try and budge him
6. Picked up a dead spider off the floor in the basement, brought it upstairs and put it on top of Laura's purse
7. Gotten into the kitchen trash. Did I say that one already? Yeah, well he's done it repeatedly.
8. Stole and shredded a piece of junk mail from the kitchen table. Just really happy it wasn't a check.
9. Barked at me non-stop for 20 minutes and NOTHING would appease him.
10. And the winner, because it just happened this morning....chewed on the DVD remote. It's just a little dented, it's still good, it's still good.
PLEASE hurry home. We all miss you.
Monday, October 17, 2005
They weren't joking
So when I first started feeling the baby move everything I read said it would feel like gas bubbles. And when I read these things I thought to myself "Gas bubbles? Are they serious? What exactly does a gas bubble have to do with a baby moving?"
So the first time I felt it move and couldn't decide whether or not that was the baby or the pizza I had for lunch I understood.
With that in mind you'd think I would have believed them when they said soon instead of gas bubbles it will feel like karate kicks. But no. I thought to myself "Karate kicks? Are they serious?"
So last night when the baby did something that seriously felt like it was using my stomach to pole vault itself around I was surprised. And when this activity continued on through the night, enough that I kept waking up and going "OW! Quit it!" I was surprised.
All I can say is, "Sweetie, this is definitely YOUR kid. It doesn't seem to really wake up until about 10 PM. It pulls all-nighters. It sleeps in late. It brings new meaning to our old friends' teasing of being on Porter-Standard-Time."
So when I first started feeling the baby move everything I read said it would feel like gas bubbles. And when I read these things I thought to myself "Gas bubbles? Are they serious? What exactly does a gas bubble have to do with a baby moving?"
So the first time I felt it move and couldn't decide whether or not that was the baby or the pizza I had for lunch I understood.
With that in mind you'd think I would have believed them when they said soon instead of gas bubbles it will feel like karate kicks. But no. I thought to myself "Karate kicks? Are they serious?"
So last night when the baby did something that seriously felt like it was using my stomach to pole vault itself around I was surprised. And when this activity continued on through the night, enough that I kept waking up and going "OW! Quit it!" I was surprised.
All I can say is, "Sweetie, this is definitely YOUR kid. It doesn't seem to really wake up until about 10 PM. It pulls all-nighters. It sleeps in late. It brings new meaning to our old friends' teasing of being on Porter-Standard-Time."
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Saturday, October 15, 2005
I'm very predictable
I went to my grandmother's for dinner last night. Talking to her beforehand she mentioned she would be cooking chicken for dinner and would be having green beans and corn and stuffing on the side. I casually asked if she could do me a favor and before I could even get the question out she said, "I know. You want me to wait and not make the stuffing. You want to make the StoveTop when you get here."
I guess I've made this request a few times before.
I went to my grandmother's for dinner last night. Talking to her beforehand she mentioned she would be cooking chicken for dinner and would be having green beans and corn and stuffing on the side. I casually asked if she could do me a favor and before I could even get the question out she said, "I know. You want me to wait and not make the stuffing. You want to make the StoveTop when you get here."
I guess I've made this request a few times before.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Monday, October 10, 2005
Ohhh for a nice, tall, cold one
Many things about pregnancy so far I've enjoyed. Some I haven't been thrilled about, but for the most part I've been very happy with the whole experience.
I haven't really been all that sick, although there were a FEW days.
I haven't gained a ton of weight, only 10 pounds so far at month 5, not too shabby huh?
I haven't had any bizarre cravings, although there are several foods that I simply cannot look at.
But the thing that I've really missed is having a drink.
Let me make it very clear, I'm not a drinker. In fact pre-pregnancy, I would have A beer about once every six months. Actually thinking about it, probably every 8 months. That's all. Not an every day thing. Heck! Not every an every week/month thing. Just the occasional indulgence.
Since I've been pregnant though, and the thought that I simply CANNOT have a drink has driven me up a wall.
Although to be perfectly honest I don't think it's about the taste, or the relaxing, or the sheer indulgence of it. I think it's due to the following:
1. Random strangers seem to feel completely justified in patting my belly.
2. Woman Type-A who has kids, has told me the exact same thing "Oh just you wait. EVERYTHING changes." But that's as far as they're willing to speak on the subject. Apparently this is some sort of secret society and I'll get a pamphlet as I'm leaving the hospital on how to master this skill.
3. Woman Type-B who has kids, has filled me in on the excruiating details of her labor. How long, how awful the contractions were, how long she was pushing, how she begged for the epidural, how they gave her the epidural but punctured a sac in her spine and she was bed-ridden for a week afterward, how the saddle block didn't work and she felt every inch of the c-section, how many stitches she had and the exact placement of each and every one...Shall I go on? Because I've heard every one of these stories and believe me these women DO go on and on and on and on....
4. And my personal favorite, suddenly everyone's a comedian. I'm now the butt of jokes about going to the bathroom, moodiness, beach balls, random cravings, and of course I'm now the apparent owner of a "baby brain."
Please tell me again why aren't allowed to have that drink!!??
Many things about pregnancy so far I've enjoyed. Some I haven't been thrilled about, but for the most part I've been very happy with the whole experience.
I haven't really been all that sick, although there were a FEW days.
I haven't gained a ton of weight, only 10 pounds so far at month 5, not too shabby huh?
I haven't had any bizarre cravings, although there are several foods that I simply cannot look at.
But the thing that I've really missed is having a drink.
Let me make it very clear, I'm not a drinker. In fact pre-pregnancy, I would have A beer about once every six months. Actually thinking about it, probably every 8 months. That's all. Not an every day thing. Heck! Not every an every week/month thing. Just the occasional indulgence.
Since I've been pregnant though, and the thought that I simply CANNOT have a drink has driven me up a wall.
Although to be perfectly honest I don't think it's about the taste, or the relaxing, or the sheer indulgence of it. I think it's due to the following:
1. Random strangers seem to feel completely justified in patting my belly.
2. Woman Type-A who has kids, has told me the exact same thing "Oh just you wait. EVERYTHING changes." But that's as far as they're willing to speak on the subject. Apparently this is some sort of secret society and I'll get a pamphlet as I'm leaving the hospital on how to master this skill.
3. Woman Type-B who has kids, has filled me in on the excruiating details of her labor. How long, how awful the contractions were, how long she was pushing, how she begged for the epidural, how they gave her the epidural but punctured a sac in her spine and she was bed-ridden for a week afterward, how the saddle block didn't work and she felt every inch of the c-section, how many stitches she had and the exact placement of each and every one...Shall I go on? Because I've heard every one of these stories and believe me these women DO go on and on and on and on....
4. And my personal favorite, suddenly everyone's a comedian. I'm now the butt of jokes about going to the bathroom, moodiness, beach balls, random cravings, and of course I'm now the apparent owner of a "baby brain."
Please tell me again why aren't allowed to have that drink!!??
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Baby Mine
Baby Mine
baby01_side
Originally uploaded by apg.
A week later and I still get excited/choked up/scared/thrilled to the bone/happy enough to sing/you name it...when I see your picture. Only 20-ish weeks more until I get to meet you!
baby01_side
Originally uploaded by apg.
A week later and I still get excited/choked up/scared/thrilled to the bone/happy enough to sing/you name it...when I see your picture. Only 20-ish weeks more until I get to meet you!
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Picture Day!
As a kid I hated picture day. My hair had to be fixed just so. I had to wear an outfit I usually hated. The camerman always told me to smile, no sweetie SMILE, let me see those teeth.
But today I get to see the first picture ever of our baby. I'm so excited I can hardly sit still. I've been on the verge of tears just thinking about finally getting to see that little person inside of me.
I hope our little one likes picture day today as much as I used to hate them.
I promise sweetie clothes aren't an issue and I won't care what your hair looks like. I just want to say hi.
As a kid I hated picture day. My hair had to be fixed just so. I had to wear an outfit I usually hated. The camerman always told me to smile, no sweetie SMILE, let me see those teeth.
But today I get to see the first picture ever of our baby. I'm so excited I can hardly sit still. I've been on the verge of tears just thinking about finally getting to see that little person inside of me.
I hope our little one likes picture day today as much as I used to hate them.
I promise sweetie clothes aren't an issue and I won't care what your hair looks like. I just want to say hi.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Oh, the things I have to look forward to
Andy and I were at Blockbuster the other night trying to pick out a movie for the evening. While we were there a man was out with his three kids trying to pick out their movie for the evening.
The kids were approximately 5, 3, and maybe 1, and you could completely tell that mom had said "Get them out of the house now, go get a movvie or something, I need 10 minutes of peace!" The kids were swarming everywhere. I don't know how they managed a swarm with just 3 of them, but believe me they did. All of the saying "Dad! Dad! DAD! Look at this one!"
The topper on the cake though was when the 5 year old boy looked at the rack, snatched up a movie and said, and no I'm NOT making this up, "OOOH! Check out this joint, yo!"
Andy and I were at Blockbuster the other night trying to pick out a movie for the evening. While we were there a man was out with his three kids trying to pick out their movie for the evening.
The kids were approximately 5, 3, and maybe 1, and you could completely tell that mom had said "Get them out of the house now, go get a movvie or something, I need 10 minutes of peace!" The kids were swarming everywhere. I don't know how they managed a swarm with just 3 of them, but believe me they did. All of the saying "Dad! Dad! DAD! Look at this one!"
The topper on the cake though was when the 5 year old boy looked at the rack, snatched up a movie and said, and no I'm NOT making this up, "OOOH! Check out this joint, yo!"
Thursday, August 04, 2005
A new form of shopping
I've always loved shopping, and woohoo! I've got tons of new stuff to shop for! First stop, maternity clothes. Andy thoroughly enjoyed himself doing this with me. He kept asking how a pregnant woman was supposed to squeeze through the tiny aisles they had in Motherhood. Then he got to ask about why all the shirts seemed to be made to over-emphasize large bellies.
When I pointed out that "Dear, they are maternity shirts. They're supposed to be roomy like that." His answer was "Well, sure, but do they have to cut them so that it makes you look twice as big? It's as if you're walking around saying *in the manner of Strongbad* "Gaze upon me as I create life anew."
I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard.
I've always loved shopping, and woohoo! I've got tons of new stuff to shop for! First stop, maternity clothes. Andy thoroughly enjoyed himself doing this with me. He kept asking how a pregnant woman was supposed to squeeze through the tiny aisles they had in Motherhood. Then he got to ask about why all the shirts seemed to be made to over-emphasize large bellies.
When I pointed out that "Dear, they are maternity shirts. They're supposed to be roomy like that." His answer was "Well, sure, but do they have to cut them so that it makes you look twice as big? It's as if you're walking around saying *in the manner of Strongbad* "Gaze upon me as I create life anew."
I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
The hormones, they have taken over
So I know that the hormones are important for baby growth, etc. but do they really have to take over my brain completely? I can't listen to the news without getting teary-eyed (heck I can't watch someone win on Wheel of Fortune without getting teary-eyed). I can't go through 2 hours at work without someone completely honking me off for something that only mildly irritated me 3 months ago.
The worst though, I think, is that there's no break between the happy, sad, and bitchy. One minute I'm laughing hysterically at something that I swear didn't used to be funny and then next I'm sobbing uncontrollably over that touching telephone ad.
Say a few prayers for Andy, the next few months are gonna be mighty fun for him.
So I know that the hormones are important for baby growth, etc. but do they really have to take over my brain completely? I can't listen to the news without getting teary-eyed (heck I can't watch someone win on Wheel of Fortune without getting teary-eyed). I can't go through 2 hours at work without someone completely honking me off for something that only mildly irritated me 3 months ago.
The worst though, I think, is that there's no break between the happy, sad, and bitchy. One minute I'm laughing hysterically at something that I swear didn't used to be funny and then next I'm sobbing uncontrollably over that touching telephone ad.
Say a few prayers for Andy, the next few months are gonna be mighty fun for him.
Monday, August 01, 2005
THE HORROR!
I can no longer read Dooce at work. All thanks to the special filters the system administrators have set on our system. Dooce has been my daily saviour and the source of much enjoyment at work. ALL GONE!!!
I hate filters. I hate companies that employ useless filters to prevent employees from using the internet at work.
Here's a hint people, your employees have lives outside work. They spend one third of their entire day in your office. At least. And guess what that's during normal business hours for everything else in the country too. So in order to take care of everyday life your employees are going to surf the web. They're also going make personal phone calls. To the doctor, the day care, the dry cleaner, the babysitter, the dentist, their best friend they haven't seen in 3 weeks because they've been working 10 hour days for your company...but they're still going to get their shit done!
I can no longer read Dooce at work. All thanks to the special filters the system administrators have set on our system. Dooce has been my daily saviour and the source of much enjoyment at work. ALL GONE!!!
I hate filters. I hate companies that employ useless filters to prevent employees from using the internet at work.
Here's a hint people, your employees have lives outside work. They spend one third of their entire day in your office. At least. And guess what that's during normal business hours for everything else in the country too. So in order to take care of everyday life your employees are going to surf the web. They're also going make personal phone calls. To the doctor, the day care, the dry cleaner, the babysitter, the dentist, their best friend they haven't seen in 3 weeks because they've been working 10 hour days for your company...but they're still going to get their shit done!
Friday, July 29, 2005
Some of what I'm posting now is from past weeks, but obviously couldn't post them before we broke the news. So enjoy my fun experiences from my early weeks of pregnancy.
Fun at the grocery store with morning sickness
I've never really had a good sense of smell. What with the allergies, and the breathing problems, I just don't smell things that well.
Apparently all that's changed with the onset of these hormones. I can smell EVERYTHING. I can smell coffee that's being brewed downstairs, even with our bedroom door shut. I can even tell which roast it is.
So I went to the grocery store early this morning on the way to work to pick up a few things. Remember now this is a novelty for me... I smelled the mildew on the mop they were wiping the aisles with, I smelled the yeast from the bakery, I smelled the coffee being ground three rows over, I smelled the spilt milk on the floor near the dairy case. I could smell the fish from the other side of the store. And it was all incredibly nauseating. I thought I would be sick every time I walked another 10 feet.
I think I liked it better when I couldn't smell.
Fun at the grocery store with morning sickness
I've never really had a good sense of smell. What with the allergies, and the breathing problems, I just don't smell things that well.
Apparently all that's changed with the onset of these hormones. I can smell EVERYTHING. I can smell coffee that's being brewed downstairs, even with our bedroom door shut. I can even tell which roast it is.
So I went to the grocery store early this morning on the way to work to pick up a few things. Remember now this is a novelty for me... I smelled the mildew on the mop they were wiping the aisles with, I smelled the yeast from the bakery, I smelled the coffee being ground three rows over, I smelled the spilt milk on the floor near the dairy case. I could smell the fish from the other side of the store. And it was all incredibly nauseating. I thought I would be sick every time I walked another 10 feet.
I think I liked it better when I couldn't smell.
Monday, July 25, 2005
And you may ask yourself, my God, what have I done?
In case it wasn't PAINFULLY obvious from my picture series...Andy and I are expecting our first little one. Sometime in the February timeframe. They say February first, we'll see how close they get. Care to start the wagers?
We're both very excited, in fact I think I'd be very hard pressed to figure out which one of us is more excited. Or to be truthful which one of us is more scared. A whole new world of fun and excitement is about to open up for us, and hopefully by the time February gets here we'll be a little closer to ready for it.
More to come on my fun experiences with pregnancy. Sorry for you folks that just aren't interested in it. I had sort of thought I wouldn't go into a lot of detail on this sort of thing, but I've thought that about a LOT of things; and this is where I've always written on what I've been experiencing in life. This definitely qualifies as a BIG brand new experience for me, so here goes.
In case it wasn't PAINFULLY obvious from my picture series...Andy and I are expecting our first little one. Sometime in the February timeframe. They say February first, we'll see how close they get. Care to start the wagers?
We're both very excited, in fact I think I'd be very hard pressed to figure out which one of us is more excited. Or to be truthful which one of us is more scared. A whole new world of fun and excitement is about to open up for us, and hopefully by the time February gets here we'll be a little closer to ready for it.
More to come on my fun experiences with pregnancy. Sorry for you folks that just aren't interested in it. I had sort of thought I wouldn't go into a lot of detail on this sort of thing, but I've thought that about a LOT of things; and this is where I've always written on what I've been experiencing in life. This definitely qualifies as a BIG brand new experience for me, so here goes.
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Friday, July 15, 2005
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Friday, July 01, 2005
What are you?
You are Tater Tots. Go get your own!!
Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
You are Tater Tots. Go get your own!!
Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Screamingly funny
Warning, this is not for the faint of heart or those very loyal to the Tube system in London. Check out the Amateur Transplants.
Warning, this is not for the faint of heart or those very loyal to the Tube system in London. Check out the Amateur Transplants.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Monday, May 23, 2005
The Manor Pool, Sandals Ocho Rios
The Manor Pool, Sandals Ocho Rios
Originally uploaded by apg.
Just thought I'd share a picture Andy took of the pool...in Jamaica...remember what I said about envy?
Monday, May 02, 2005
Sheet
So I went shopping the other day and bought some sheets for our bed. Dull as toast, right? Not quite. We have a pillow-top mattress. Which makes buying sheets a little more difficult. Even if the package says "deep pockets", it doesn't guarantee that the sheets will fit on the bed. So I've taken to looking for sheets that specifically say "fits mattresses up to 15 inches" or bigger. Otherwise the sheets pop off the corners of the bed at the most bizarre times during the night, leaving me to wake up rolled up snuggly in comforter, sheet, fitted sheet, and part of the mattress cover all in one.
Finding sheets this large not only is difficult, but can be absurdly expensive, so for the most part I try to buy sheets at department store discount stores. Unfortunately, this also means selection can be limited.
I finally found after searching, what I considered to be cute sheets. The right size, reasonably priced, and they were striped sheets. I like stripes. These were striped with pastel teal, lavendar, a light yellow and green, and red and orange. A bit Jamaican in flavor almost, in tribute of our upcoming trip.
Perfect.
Until Andy saw them.
He seriously thought they were a joke, claimed they were so loud he wouldn't be able to sleep, that his sore back from the past three nights is a direct result of the sheets, that they look like clown sheets, in fact they look like they should be "Bozo the Clown's underpants."
If I hadn't been laughing so hard at his reaction, I might have been offended. As it is, the sheets are here to stay.
So I went shopping the other day and bought some sheets for our bed. Dull as toast, right? Not quite. We have a pillow-top mattress. Which makes buying sheets a little more difficult. Even if the package says "deep pockets", it doesn't guarantee that the sheets will fit on the bed. So I've taken to looking for sheets that specifically say "fits mattresses up to 15 inches" or bigger. Otherwise the sheets pop off the corners of the bed at the most bizarre times during the night, leaving me to wake up rolled up snuggly in comforter, sheet, fitted sheet, and part of the mattress cover all in one.
Finding sheets this large not only is difficult, but can be absurdly expensive, so for the most part I try to buy sheets at department store discount stores. Unfortunately, this also means selection can be limited.
I finally found after searching, what I considered to be cute sheets. The right size, reasonably priced, and they were striped sheets. I like stripes. These were striped with pastel teal, lavendar, a light yellow and green, and red and orange. A bit Jamaican in flavor almost, in tribute of our upcoming trip.
Perfect.
Until Andy saw them.
He seriously thought they were a joke, claimed they were so loud he wouldn't be able to sleep, that his sore back from the past three nights is a direct result of the sheets, that they look like clown sheets, in fact they look like they should be "Bozo the Clown's underpants."
If I hadn't been laughing so hard at his reaction, I might have been offended. As it is, the sheets are here to stay.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Coffee
Somehow I've become a coffee drinker. I used to get a cup once in a while and suddenly it's become an every day sort of thing. Maybe it's because the coffee area is now immediately across from my desk. Maybe it's because caffeine really is addictive.
Whatever it is...now I can't get through the morning without a cup.
Somehow I've become a coffee drinker. I used to get a cup once in a while and suddenly it's become an every day sort of thing. Maybe it's because the coffee area is now immediately across from my desk. Maybe it's because caffeine really is addictive.
Whatever it is...now I can't get through the morning without a cup.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Come to Jamaica
After a LONG and painful process, we've booked our vacation. For those that don't know the back story here's where we had looked at going, in the order that we researched them:
Scotland
Puerto Rico
Cancun, Mexico
Riviera Maya, Mexico
Aruba
Bermuda
British Virgin Islands
US Virgin Islands
Puerto Rico (I know I listed it before, we considered again)
Jamaica
St. Lucia
and finally...Jamaica
You may go ahead and envy me now.
After a LONG and painful process, we've booked our vacation. For those that don't know the back story here's where we had looked at going, in the order that we researched them:
Scotland
Puerto Rico
Cancun, Mexico
Riviera Maya, Mexico
Aruba
Bermuda
British Virgin Islands
US Virgin Islands
Puerto Rico (I know I listed it before, we considered again)
Jamaica
St. Lucia
and finally...Jamaica
You may go ahead and envy me now.
Monday, April 18, 2005
Become one with the Jello
So this past Saturday I had a massage. A lovely, hour-long, swedish massage. I haven't had one in over a year and every time I promise myself I won't let it go as long again without getting one.
I walked in and met my masseuse, Katherine. I asked her to work the middle of my back since it's been bugging me. As soon as she got to those muscles she clucked and said are these the ones that hurt. I guess they must have been a little tight. Then she pressed down and said how's the pressure. It was good and I told her so. THEN she pressed harder and started working those muscles in my back until the tears started making my vision blurry. Just at the point where I thought I'd have to tell her, she stopped. Everything went along fine after that. When I stood up after an hour I found that I had become Jello.
It's good to be Jello. We should all become one with the Jello
So this past Saturday I had a massage. A lovely, hour-long, swedish massage. I haven't had one in over a year and every time I promise myself I won't let it go as long again without getting one.
I walked in and met my masseuse, Katherine. I asked her to work the middle of my back since it's been bugging me. As soon as she got to those muscles she clucked and said are these the ones that hurt. I guess they must have been a little tight. Then she pressed down and said how's the pressure. It was good and I told her so. THEN she pressed harder and started working those muscles in my back until the tears started making my vision blurry. Just at the point where I thought I'd have to tell her, she stopped. Everything went along fine after that. When I stood up after an hour I found that I had become Jello.
It's good to be Jello. We should all become one with the Jello
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
It's so unfair!!
Andy got to meet the Homestar Runner Guys at SXSW yesterday.
I'm so jealous I could spit.
Andy got to meet the Homestar Runner Guys at SXSW yesterday.
I'm so jealous I could spit.
Monday, March 14, 2005
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Owowowowowow
So, it's been a little while since I've been on a bike. About 7 years actually, aside from the Bike the Bridge thing we did in San Francisco.
I got a new bike for Christmas, it's pretty damn cool, and today since it's nice I talked Andy into a quick ride around the lake.
I was a little wobbly at first, but not too bad off, except for right now. I'd forgotten all about the sore rump muscles from the SF biking expedition. I remember them now.
Vividly.
So, it's been a little while since I've been on a bike. About 7 years actually, aside from the Bike the Bridge thing we did in San Francisco.
I got a new bike for Christmas, it's pretty damn cool, and today since it's nice I talked Andy into a quick ride around the lake.
I was a little wobbly at first, but not too bad off, except for right now. I'd forgotten all about the sore rump muscles from the SF biking expedition. I remember them now.
Vividly.
Ooops disappeared again
Sorry about the lack of posts again. I've gotten a new job at work, bit of a promotion actually. But in the meantime I still have to do my old job, along with half of another woman's because she doesn't have access to everything she needs yet. And our office is moving floors, which means my boss wanted help with the floor plans, and it's performance appraisal time which I've always helped out with in the past...
You get the point don't you?
Anyway the good news is the promotion...and that my replacement is coming, she'll be here in 21 days, and she's totally awesome. Her name's Laura too, how confusing will th>at be??? I already feel like I'm talking to myself when I send her an email. Hopefully though it'll make for an easy transition for my team. Whenever they need something now they just yell "Hey, Laura!" They won't even have to break the habit.
Sorry about the lack of posts again. I've gotten a new job at work, bit of a promotion actually. But in the meantime I still have to do my old job, along with half of another woman's because she doesn't have access to everything she needs yet. And our office is moving floors, which means my boss wanted help with the floor plans, and it's performance appraisal time which I've always helped out with in the past...
You get the point don't you?
Anyway the good news is the promotion...and that my replacement is coming, she'll be here in 21 days, and she's totally awesome. Her name's Laura too, how confusing will th>at be??? I already feel like I'm talking to myself when I send her an email. Hopefully though it'll make for an easy transition for my team. Whenever they need something now they just yell "Hey, Laura!" They won't even have to break the habit.
Friday, February 18, 2005
Friday, February 04, 2005
A night with the girls
I had some of my buddies from the office over the other night. In case I haven't mentioned him before, my dog Arrow, gets a littl hyper when we have company.
In trying to pacify him, I was making him go through his routine of tricks, the latest being balancing on his hind legs with a biscuit perched on the end of his nose. He's supposed to hold that stance until I say "OK" at which point he whips his face around in a motion I've never been able to catch without the aid of slow motion, and catches the biscuit in hi mouth.
He did it. Beautifully. Except for the catching the biscuit part.
It broke in half and a piece flew back into my friend's face.
Yes...I wanted to die.
I had some of my buddies from the office over the other night. In case I haven't mentioned him before, my dog Arrow, gets a littl hyper when we have company.
In trying to pacify him, I was making him go through his routine of tricks, the latest being balancing on his hind legs with a biscuit perched on the end of his nose. He's supposed to hold that stance until I say "OK" at which point he whips his face around in a motion I've never been able to catch without the aid of slow motion, and catches the biscuit in hi mouth.
He did it. Beautifully. Except for the catching the biscuit part.
It broke in half and a piece flew back into my friend's face.
Yes...I wanted to die.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Mine all mine
I haven't really been enjoying my time alone while Andy's out of town. Oh don't get me wrong. Some things are nice. Like only doing half the laundry and keeping things tidy is a whole lot easier with just one person and a dog in the house. But for the most part I gotta say that it sucks.
Tonight, however, I'm ordering pizza. I started to put in our standard order and was just about to hit send (can I just mention how much I LOVE online pizza ordering?) when it hit me. Wait a dang minute! I don't WANT sausage and black olive pizza. I want...Hawaiian.
Now Andy will tell you that Hawaiian pizza is the most vile thing on the planet, that it's just not natural to have pineapple on pizza.
But you know what? He ain't here!
I haven't really been enjoying my time alone while Andy's out of town. Oh don't get me wrong. Some things are nice. Like only doing half the laundry and keeping things tidy is a whole lot easier with just one person and a dog in the house. But for the most part I gotta say that it sucks.
Tonight, however, I'm ordering pizza. I started to put in our standard order and was just about to hit send (can I just mention how much I LOVE online pizza ordering?) when it hit me. Wait a dang minute! I don't WANT sausage and black olive pizza. I want...Hawaiian.
Now Andy will tell you that Hawaiian pizza is the most vile thing on the planet, that it's just not natural to have pineapple on pizza.
But you know what? He ain't here!
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Milky Ways gots Marshmallows
I was at the store last night and saw a bag of those Popables. In Milky Way Dark. Only my all time favorite. So I bought it and brought it to my happy home. This morning I opened the bag to bring a handful along with lunch. Then I tried to reseal it. It had one of those ridiculous pieces of tape that's supposed to hold the bag rolled closed.
That doesn't work.
I didn't want my candy to get stale, so I did some quick thinking and poured the rest into the smallest Foodsaver container I had and hooked up the hose to vacuum it tight.
I forgot about the nougat. If you don't know what marshmallow does in a vacuum, shame on you! Watch your Mr. Wizard people!
My little Dark chocolate Milky Way balls puffed up and cracked through the outer layer of chocolate. It was about the funniest thing I've ever seen.
I was at the store last night and saw a bag of those Popables. In Milky Way Dark. Only my all time favorite. So I bought it and brought it to my happy home. This morning I opened the bag to bring a handful along with lunch. Then I tried to reseal it. It had one of those ridiculous pieces of tape that's supposed to hold the bag rolled closed.
That doesn't work.
I didn't want my candy to get stale, so I did some quick thinking and poured the rest into the smallest Foodsaver container I had and hooked up the hose to vacuum it tight.
I forgot about the nougat. If you don't know what marshmallow does in a vacuum, shame on you! Watch your Mr. Wizard people!
My little Dark chocolate Milky Way balls puffed up and cracked through the outer layer of chocolate. It was about the funniest thing I've ever seen.
Saturday, January 22, 2005
God listens, even long distance
For those that don't live in Maryland (and for those that do and haven't looked outside), we've gotten some snow. About 6 inches of it. Andy's a little upset since he's out of town for our first real sign of winter this year. I was a little upset about having to shovel the driveway myself.
About 30 minutes ago an enterprising youth from the neighborhood just asked if he could shovel my walk. For "I dunno, $5?"
Figuring that would be at least a pathway to the street and one less strip to shovel I said sure! I looked out 10 minutes later figuring he should be about done and I didn't see him. Hoping he hadn't taken off without his money I looked out the door. He was shovelling the entire driveway.
I gave him $10 since it was all I had in my wallet, believe me I would've given him a $20 if I'd had it, I was so grateful.
Sweetie, I know you're praying for me to be looked after while you're gone just like I'm praying for you. I'd say it's definitely working.
For those that don't live in Maryland (and for those that do and haven't looked outside), we've gotten some snow. About 6 inches of it. Andy's a little upset since he's out of town for our first real sign of winter this year. I was a little upset about having to shovel the driveway myself.
About 30 minutes ago an enterprising youth from the neighborhood just asked if he could shovel my walk. For "I dunno, $5?"
Figuring that would be at least a pathway to the street and one less strip to shovel I said sure! I looked out 10 minutes later figuring he should be about done and I didn't see him. Hoping he hadn't taken off without his money I looked out the door. He was shovelling the entire driveway.
I gave him $10 since it was all I had in my wallet, believe me I would've given him a $20 if I'd had it, I was so grateful.
Sweetie, I know you're praying for me to be looked after while you're gone just like I'm praying for you. I'd say it's definitely working.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Gone (apologies in advance for this being so localized a topic)
WHFS is gone. Gone, gone, gone. It is now a spanish radio station. Don't believe me?
Look
The Junkies were on as normal yesterday morning. On the drive home I turned on the radio and....spanish. I thought it was a joke. Until I flipped around and landed on 98 Rock, posers that they are, were celebrating the death of 99.1
14 years of listening down the tubes. I refuse to listen to DC101. I HATE DC101. Stupid Elliott and his stupid fake laugh. I never forgave Acquaman for his conversion.
They did a story on it in the Post this morning. Front page. While I too am upset, I don't think it warranted front page coverage. And they had a quote in the article from a former DJ. Guess who. That's right, Damian. Of all the people to pick.
Fingers crossed that the Junkies will make a return to JFK.
Where am I going to find good music now? I may just have to grow up!
WHFS is gone. Gone, gone, gone. It is now a spanish radio station. Don't believe me?
Look
The Junkies were on as normal yesterday morning. On the drive home I turned on the radio and....spanish. I thought it was a joke. Until I flipped around and landed on 98 Rock, posers that they are, were celebrating the death of 99.1
14 years of listening down the tubes. I refuse to listen to DC101. I HATE DC101. Stupid Elliott and his stupid fake laugh. I never forgave Acquaman for his conversion.
They did a story on it in the Post this morning. Front page. While I too am upset, I don't think it warranted front page coverage. And they had a quote in the article from a former DJ. Guess who. That's right, Damian. Of all the people to pick.
Fingers crossed that the Junkies will make a return to JFK.
Where am I going to find good music now? I may just have to grow up!
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