Some pregnant women glow, I mean really shine. They exercise a lot and drink 8 glasses of water and people just gravitate towards them. Well, this is not me. Someone actually told me that I looked “kinda green” today. That’s what every bloated, constipated and nauseas person wants to hear. Not only do I feel yucky on the inside but I look yucky on the outside. People actually gravitate away from me because of my grumpy attitude (sometimes) and gas issues (not the gas that cost $4.20 a gallon but the other kind). I finally had to unbotton my pants in the car. The pressure from my normal waistband was cutting off circulation and I broke down and bought a pair of maternity pants (or 4). Whoever invented these things is a genious. I put on a pair and just let it all hang out. I might continue to wear them after I’ve had the baby especially to large meals like Thanksgiving Dinner. On my vacation last week, I spent half of it totally sick in all respects and therefore I didn’t eat much. When I went to try on the materinty pants of love, the sales girl was like, “Dang, you look really good for 15 weeks!” I let her know that I had starved myself the past week and I much rather be plump and shiny (thank you very much). There’s so much to worry about right now which does not help my overall appearance. I know it will ALL be worth it….right?
10 Things you should never say to a pregnant woman September 10, 2008
I may need an exorcism. I have become….well, evil. I want to chew on people, spit them out, reassemble them, and chew on them again. With that said, there are just a few things that should not be said to me for the next 6 months. So far, these are things that have come out of Wil’s mouth: (disclaimer: Wil is a wonderful, loving and caring husband and these things were a momentary lapse in his usual good sense. He is a man. Nough said.)
1. “I hope you don’t get fat and ugly during pregnancy.” This coming from a guy that’s gained 20 lbs. since we moved here. I’m just saying……
2. “Don’t do anything to mess up our baby.” This was uttered as I put a tiny piece of Feta cheese in my mouth because I had ordered a Greek salad.
3. “I don’t think I can possibly drink all of my margarita.” As the condensation droplets rolled down the frosty glass and the smell of rock salt clung to the air. Oh, you’re drinking it even if I have to shove it down your throat……
4. “Yeah, you are starting to look chunky.” Chunky is an adjective that should never be used to describe a pregnant lady, along with cow, heifer, bulky, or “large and in charge”.
5. “Could you make me a drink?” Oh, I made him a drink alright. One part vodka, two parts hate.
As you can see, there are only 5 on my top 10 list. That’s because I know, I’m sure, I’m positive more things will be uttered either by Wil or possibly by strangers that I will need to add. I wish those people luck as the endure the wrath that will undoubtedly be sprung upon them if they do choose to go that route…….
Obama Mama September 3, 2008
I tried. I really did. I turned on the Republican convention last night with all intentions of watching it so I have both perspectives. Well, I didn’t even get through President Bush’s speech without wanting to hurl things at the television. I eyed the crowd in their business suits or cowboy hats, I eyed the former older and more wrinkly Bush’s, I eyed Mrs. McCain and her brood of adopted children. I just wasn’t feeling it the way I was feeling it for the Democratic Convention. So, I turned on the Simpson’s instead.
I know I’m not being fair but in all honesty, this is the most I’ve ever been involved mentally in any election. I just think Obama is right. He gives me the good vibes. He gives me hope. And he does it all without using political mumbo jumbo that’s way over my head (me being a little peon in the political scheme of things). He’s right for me. I am officially and Obama Mama (to be).
In the past I would have worried about displaying this belief. What would people think? Would they think less of me because of my pick or more of me? Would I get hate emails or would someone try to challenge me on my beliefs? This time around, I don’t care. I have to look to the future and I just don’t see my future in McCain. Sure, if I want the cliche answer to every Christian based question or if I want a war veteran that uses that information at the forfront of every speech….I’ll vote McCain but that’s not what I want. I want change. I’m not asking for a magic wand sort of change, I know it will take time but I want someone who will at least get the ball rolling in the right direction. I have fears that Obama won’t deliver and that our morale will be in the toilet, I have fears that Obama will be a major target for racists and non-democrats. He is willing though and I am willing to give him a chance.
Thinking about Labor on Labor Day September 1, 2008
Actually, I want to tell you all about a little event called Wil’s 30th birthday! It takes place this Thursday and we plan to have the party on Friday. I spent the weekend making preperations and I will spend the week getting me home ready for visitors. It should be fun but it has me reflecting something fierce. 30 is kinda huge. The 20’s were such good times, such crazy times, such diverse times. I wonder how the 30’s will be treating us? Will we gain weight? (Well, I will for sure but maybe I can loose it too). Will we have jobs? Will we have the same job for the whole time? Will we finally own our home?
Who knows. Well, baby is taking all it can from me. I hurled during dinner last night and could barely eat breakfast and now that I’m hungry, I will probably we nauseas by lunch and therefore the cycle continues. I just want to do it right. I want to eat right and do the healthy thing but it gets tricky when all you want is mexican food and ice cream.
Flames Shooting from my Eyes August 28, 2008
Well, the word has officially spread. It seems that everyone knows. It feels good.
My nausea has subsided for the most part. I get tired at 2pm and kinda just stay that way. My clothes are starting to get tight (shopping trip in my future!) and Wil is driving me crazy. Yep, everything is right on target.
Here’s a pic of the wee baby within the womb:
Not much to look at yet but Baby Keith has potential. I’ve definitly been Mrs. Grump Face the past 24 hours but everyone can kiss it. Nah, just kidding. I want good vibes for me and the wee one as much as possible so when I am irrationally crazy, it hurts us all (especially Wil).
I have loved telling everyone my news. I get everything from tears to shoulder shrugs. I am an attention whore (as you may know if you’ve been in a group with me the past 12 years) and so I am eating it up.
My brain. It hurts. August 25, 2008
Yeah yeah. Monday again. I should be working but……not gonna.
Life has been very interesting lately. I have had a surge of emotions all which are explainable. I will explain them at a later date. Actually, what the heck, I think it is time my blog world finds out. Now, if you actually read this thing (which I doubt) and you are in or around where I live, please keep it on the DL until the first community lunch because Wil wants to do the announcing and he gets so little besides my crazy hormones and growing belly, I want him to have the announcing of:: (drum roll please) MY FIRST Pregnancy! That’s right, you’ve heard it here 24th, Wil and I are expecting a biddy bundle of joy at the end of March. That would make me 10 weeks and a few days. We are thrilled, we are sobered, we are greatful, we are scared out of our minds. We were watching an episode America’s Funniest Home Videos and they had a montage of kids with stuff smeared all over themselves. It ranged from peanut butter to permanent marker and even butt paste and we silently looked at each other with a look of “Oh man, what have we gotten ourselves into?” It’s gonna be great though.
I haven’t written in awhile because of the simple fact that having a baby is taking up every second of my free thought process. I think about how I’m feeling, what I’m eating, vaccines, epidurals, and the list goes on….and on. I don’t even care about other people anymore. They are all, “Man I had a tough weekend. My uncle’s brother’s sister…..” and this is where I drift off into me land. I know it sounds selfish but truth be told, I have what they call mom-iteous where I’m probably not going to remember anything you say anyways. I am not being totally truthful….I care, a little.
Batman Endoresment August 1, 2008
I went last night with some friends to see The Dark Knight. Our movie theater choices aren’t that great around here and we ended up at the Old Hamm. You can just picture the old days when you walk in but the bad part is, no surround sound. Oh well, it didn’t hurt the impact of the movie. It was awesome! I wondered if it wasn’t getting too much hype because of Heath Ledgers death but I was proven wrong. Heath is amazing in the film and put Jack Nicholson to shame. It had a great story line and unexpected twists. I did not like Batman’s “cover-up” voice. It got to me after awhile and I am not a huge fan of Maggie Gylenhal. She is pretty and all but I just wasn’t feeling it for her in the role of Rachel.
At one point I did think it went a little long, we didn’t get home until 10:15 and we left at 6:30 so with travel time, that still makes a long movie. In some ways I think they should leave the Joker from now on…no one else should play him. Ever. I did hear some rumors that Johnny Dep would be the Riddler in the next batman installation. Sounds good to me, especially if he wears the leotard.
Comparitive Philosophy: the path away from innocence July 9, 2008
What are we trading innocence for? For me innocence was and is being gulible, crying when my feelings are hurt, caring more for others then myself. As this life has jaded me, I find myself trading those things for skepticism, internal wall building, and basic ego pleasing behavior. When did it happen that I went from trying to understand someone else to rolling eyes and talking about how crazy they are behind their backs?
I’ve realized, with help, that these thoughts are part of the journey I am taking where the destination, although visiable, continues to push it’s way into the distance. The more I realize that the actions I’m taking effect all parts of my mind, body and soul, the greater my understanding is when I am faced with road blocks or directional signs. The better I handle the bumps and flat tires.
As I come away from a weekend of being angry and frustrated about household responsibilities, I am looking at my past, my childhood and how my feelings now are linked directly to how I felt then. I also see how the actions of others are linked to their past experiences. It really helps for me to look at things this way because I can weed whack my way through those first feelings and learn how to better approach the situation. The trick is, having the other person travel down that same road with me so they too can get to that place when I do or better yet, keep me awake while I’m at the wheel.
Neighborhood Bites June 30, 2008
Sylus, my dog, is a barker. He is almost perfect…almost but when someone invades his home territory, he will bark and growl. He is completely inncoent though and I doubt he would would hurt anyone unless some little kid pulled his tail or something. He has always been a roamer. I let him out, he roams, I let him in. This has never ever been an issue until…..
We are dog sitting this summer for a friend and the dog, Roux,is such a sweety but she also barks when anyone comes near our house and she’s outside. Well, Sylus and Roux were outside yesterday and I heard them start barking so I went out and that gave them the okay to approach the people walking down the street. The man and his child were very nice and once I strated talking with him, the dogs went away and smelt other things. Well, while I was talking, the people who live around the corner came up the street and the dogs started barking at them. The kids got all scared and I kept calling the dogs and they wouldn’t listen. The man made a comment about how scary this was for children and it made me feel SO bad. I got the dogs in and went to the bathroom and cried. I didn’t want anyone to think I was a wus but I knew it was my fault that the whole encounter took place.
Of course no one was hurt and the dogs listened to me when I told them to get in the house but I realize that I am WAY too sensitive. My feelings get hurt very easily when I am the one in the wrong. The feeling that the encounter gave me actually continued into today. What sucks is that these people are my neighbors and I have to see them all the time. I guess I will have to put Sylus on a leash which majorly sucks. Maybe his kids scared my dog…did he ever think of that!
Friday Thoughts June 20, 2008
Yes, it is Friday.
Walking to work today, I decided on two things that I want to learn how to do. One, become a mechanic. Everytime my car starts to make a new “funny” noise, I wish I knew what the problem was so that I could estimate costs and better yet, fix it myself. My car, bless it, is 12 years old and lately, one thing after another has been going bad. I just need ‘er to last a couple more years. I love the mechanic jumpsuit and a little motor oil on the face good be mistaken for a beauty mark in some circles.
The second thing I’d like to learn how to do is play the cello. I have always thought of the cello as a beautiful, sensual, and sometimes melancholy instrument. When people play it, they look so involved, swaying their bodies to the strokes of the bow. Of course, the cello is a very expensieve instrument and then lessons on top of that. Maybe one day. (I also like the sound of the dulcimer but am not too thrilled about the song choices.)
These things are not far fetched. It’s not like I want to learn how to become an Astronaut while holding a rare species of water fowl as I take a bubble bath and practice under water basket weaving. Now, that, that would be impressive.
One last note, my southern accent is out of control. I hear words coming out of my mouth and I sound like I’ve been living in deep woods Tennessee all my life. Words like “y’all” are nice and culturally pleasing to me but phrases like ,”Get-R-Dun” are harsh and abrasive and everytime someone utters them, I feel their IQ plummit a few notches. I am worried about my IQ at the moment.
