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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 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
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