Wordless Wednesday

The view from the top floor of Sak's 5th Avenue.

CVS Commercial

Has anyone seen the new CVS pharmacy commercials? They're animated, and have this song that goes:

'It's not that unusual
when everything is beautiful.
It's just another ordinary
miracle today.'

I love the beautiful tune, and for some reason it always makes me stop and listen and appreciate the little things in life that truly ARE miracles.

I hope the next time you see that commercial, you will stop and take a moment to appreciate how blessed you are.

What do I want?

I just want to live a NORMAL life.

'There is no 'normal' life, there's just life. So get on with it!'

-Doc Holiday

Random

I don't know what to blog about these days. I just can't seem to find the energy or desire to tell y'all (because there are so many of you!) what's going on in my life. Nor can I seem to think of anything interesting to write about.

We are all decorated for Christmas, after a search for the trimmings we left here when we moved to NYC. Couldn't remember where they were for a while, until Bubba's Mom found them at her place. So now we have a tree FULL of ornaments, we couldn't even put them all on! We'll have to either get a 2nd small tree next year, or a bigger one.

Not that the decorations matter, as I'm not feeling very Christmassy due to this sub-tropical weather. It's really making me irritated. And not helping my feelings of loss for NYC at Christmas-time.

Drew is one the move now something fierce! I almost can't keep up with him, he's into everything these days. So my computer time is limited now, along with pretty much everything else!

We had our church Christmas concert on Sunday night, and it was spectacular. I really enjoyed it, the music was beautiful, and the church was FULL of people, which was a pleasant surprise. But, I'm also glad it's over.

I'm looking forward to going to my folks up in the Panhandle for a week for Christmas. We're also stopping off in Dallas on the way for a few days to visit some family and friends and break up the 9+hour trip with an infant. My sister and brother and brother's girlfriend will also be coming to Wellington, so we'll have a nice, relaxing time with them! Christmas in a small town can't be beat. No traffic, just a few people to see, nothing to do but hang out at my parents fabulous house, and eat and chat and relax. I love it.

Guess that's all.

My Baby's Growing Up

In 2 days, he learned to sit up in his crib by himself (and thus everywhere else), pulled up on the coffee table unassisted, and CRAWLED across the floor! Not too fast just yet, but it was still crawling! And here I thought he'd never do it....

So now I have to get busy baby-proofing this place! I'm happy and excited for him, but sad he's growing up so fast at the same time.

Tamales With A Side of Puke

Drew threw up on me tonight.

We were out to dinner with an old friend of mine from my UT days, who lives in Boston and was in town visiting her folks. Mexican food, since she lives in Boston and can't get real Mexican food.

Drew had his dinner before we left, and was happily chowing down on his baby crack Cheerios. He starting coughing like he was choking on one, and was having a tough time, gagging and the whole bit, and he started crying after he got the little piece up. So I pick him up out of the high chair to comfort him, and he up-chucks. All. Over. Me. You could tell he'd had carrots for dinner. It was disgusting, and smelled disgusting.

Luckily, however, it was mainly on me and not on him. So it didn't bother me to leave him in the shirt with puke on the sleeve. And, I had my puffy vest to wear over my shirt, so you couldn't see my white shirt with orange puke all over it. He was fine afterwards, and went back to his Cheerios.

Poor little man. Hopefully the stains come out.

Wordless Wednesday

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!

10 on Tuesday

Yes, I know it's Wednesday. Deal.

10 Words That Describe Me

1. Mama
2. Hungry
3. Tired
4. Emotional
5. Hormonal
6. Stressed
7. Busy
8. Singer
9. Chef
10. Care-giver
    

I'm Hungry

All. The. Time.

I have lost a few pounds the last few weeks or so, even my parents commented on how thin I look. I'm not bragging, trust me. I eat A LOT, too. I'm a bit worried because I can't seem to get enough calories! It's got to be the breast-feeding. I am supposed to get 500 extra calories a day, because Drew will take what he needs, and if I didn't get more, I'd waste away! I'm still pretty flabby in the mid-section (that's what happens when you get such a big belly), but all my pre-preggo clothes are a bit loose!

I was going just fine, but for some reason I just can't seem to eat enough these days. I'm trying to be healthy about it, too. However, sometimes eating a whole box of Nilla Wafers is all that will satisfy me. Hmmm, you'd think I was pregnant! Don't worry, I'm not.

Lately I've been craving protein. At least I think that's what it is. I can't quite decide, actually. All I know is that my cravings aren't being satisfied, and protein seems to be the main thing that is missing during the day. Because who just randomly has meat laying around to snack on? Besides bologna, which isn't exactly the best for you, but it may come to that here in a minute....

For now, I'm eating a bag of chips and some salsa. At least the salsa is good for me. It's veggies, right?

Happy Halloween!!!

Way. Too. Early.

I drove down Westheimer yesterday, and almost hit the car in front of me when I drove by the shopping center called Highland Village. They are ALREADY all decked out for Christmas! Lights on all the palm trees, big red bows on several of the stores, wreaths. The whole nine yards. I can't believe it. It's not even HALLOWEEN for God's sakes! I'm appalled.

Do You Smell That?

I ran in the store this afternoon to pick up a few things, mainly some produce, but I went looking for a card for my Dad's birthday, too. I'm standing in the card aisle, with Drew in the shopping cart, and all of a sudden I smell It. The unmistakable smell of Poopy Diaper. As I was just running in a for a few things, I didn't bring the diaper bag in with me, just a burp rag. Of course. So I just told Drew he'd have to sit in it until we get home. I bend down to make sure, but I don't smell anything. Huh. I stand back up, move a few feet away, and catch a big whiff again. So I smell the backside this time. Nada. Drew's pooh's typically give themselves away, but I was gettin' nothin' when I actually smelled his diaper region.

I could only concur that someone came down the card aisle, paused by my baby to drop some produce, and walked away, leaving the unsuspecting baby as the culprit! How dare they!?!

Sure enough, I get home, and there's no pooh. I hope that person feels better for blaming a baby for their stinky farts. Shame on them!

FALL!!!!

It's arrived!!! I'm so excited!!! Doing a little dance over here.

Starts With K

Bubba's Mom did this yesterday, and it looks like fun, so I'm going to copy!

What is your name? Katie
4 Letter word: Kiss
Vehicle: K-car
TV Show: King of Queens
City: Killeen
Boy Name: Keith
Girl Name: Kelly
Alcoholic drink: Komikaze
Occupation: Kindergarten teacher
Something you wear: Kimono
Celebrity: Kira Knightly
Food: Kiwi
Something found in a bathroom: Knick-knack
Reason for being late: Knocked down
Cartoon Character: King of the Hill
Something you shout: Kick Ass!

Wordless Wednesday

About how I feel today....

Fit Pitching

Behind

I'm a bit behind this week. We went to Wes and Roxi's wedding in NOLA last weekend and had a great time! My folks came to be Drew Bear's baby-sitters, so we could stay and feel like adults, with beverages and everything. We even got to parade through the streets after the reception with a band and cops stopping traffic and everything! It was way cool. Except that it was hot and muggy that day. Would have been nice for a bit of cooler weather. Oh well.

And this week I've just been trying to get caught up. Not much going on other than that. Not much time for the internet these days, what can I say? Taking care of an infant is a full-time job. I have to remind myself sometimes that even though I got nothing accomplished today, including bathing myself, I still am doing a good job, in that my son is fed (well-fed, did I mention he's 22 pounds?), dressed, and happy. It's hard, considering what I did for a living in my previous life was very project/results-oriented. But I figure this project is a work-in-progress, with an extended contract. Too bad it doesn't pay more.... :)

Wordless Wednesday

I miss Fall....

10 on Tuesday

10 TV Shows I'd Like To Have On DVD
Actually, I never watched much tv as a kid, as we only had 3 channels and never really watched much. TV was a treat at my Mu's house. Gee, I'm from the sticks, huh?

1. Sex and the City--I already do, actually, but I'm still including it, it's my list!
2. Friends--because I want to watch all in a row, and syndication doesn't cut it
3. Seinfeld
   
4. Midsomer Murders
5. Northern Exposure--We only have Season 1
6. Gilmore Girls--V. sad it's over
7. Magnum--who wouldn't want more of Tom Selleck?
8. Rick Steves--because it always inspires me to travel
9. Pride and Prejudice--I know it's a mini-series, but it was made-for-TV!
   
10. Law and Order
    

Monday Craziness

Bubba is sick. He stayed home today and has mainly slept, thank God. He's being an ok patient this time, he's usually a big baby about it, but he's actually listening to Nurse Katie and taking his medicine.

I, also, have a sniffle, which I am putting down to allergies, as I have no fever or aches like Bubba does. Only the sneezes that occasionally throw me into fits. It's no fun. I bought 10 boxes of Kleenex at the store, just in case this lasts a while.

Speaking of the store, it is CRAZY in that place on Monday! I usually wait and go on Tuesday, as that's usually when the freshest goods are in, but I think Monday is the day of the best sales. I don't have a lot of space for storing extra food, so I usually don't go in for the 10/$10 steals (except on the Kleenex this time), I will only buy a few of the sale items, mainly what I need. What can I say, no storage in NYC has scarred me. Anyway, I'm glad I left the Munchkin at home with Daddy (with strict instructions NOT to touch him unless absolutely necessary!), because it would have taken me much longer.

Speaking of the Munchkin, he is thankfully NOT affected by our sniffles. He had a fever on Friday, way before Bubba ever showed any symptoms, but since then, nada. Not yet, anyway. The only thing I forgot at the store was the jumbo-size hand-sanitizer with pump feature. Might be nice to stave off the germies over the next few days. Oh well, I think of it as just strengthening his immune system.

10 on Tuesday

10 Things I've Been Putting Off

1. Painting the trim on 2 of the 3 new doors we had installed (already did the one in the dining room).
2. Going to the dentist. Just need to get a new dentist, that's the problem.
3. Working out on a regular basis.
   
4. Getting my haircut (although I'm doing this tomorrow)
5. Getting rid of all the vines on the back chain-link fence
6. Replacing said metal fence with a wooden one and putting new plants there
7. Putting new flowers in the front beds
8. Hanging pictures in the remainder of the house
9. Making Drew's 'real' room (not the nursery) less of a junk room and more of a guest room!
10. Getting my resume together, in case I want/need to go back to work sooner rather than later.
    

Wordless Wednesday

Enough Is Enough

I am tired of hot weather. Bubba and I both are.

Yes, I realize that I am from Texas, and should be used to 90 degrees in September. But I lived for 3 years in a place that claims to have actual seasons that correspond roughly with Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter. I don't mind summer at all, in fact it's great! And hot weather in July and August is to be expected, heck, enjoyed!

BUT!!!

90 degrees in September, especially in late September, is just ridiculous. I am REALLY tired of not being able to take Drew outside from 10am to 7pm. I'm sick of putting off things I'd like to do in the yard 'until it gets cooler,' because as we all know, yard work is not really something you can do in short, separate periods of time; you have to commit to it for a few hours. Not really conducive to having an infant that shouldn't be out in the hot weather for that long.

Not only that, but I'd love to be able to sit outside in the evening while we grill or something and not sweat through my t-shirt. Gross, I know.

And, and, and!!!

Our electric bill is atrocious! I know we live in an old, inefficient house with lots of old, single-pane, original windows, but it wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't so bloody hot outside!

I'm going to go take a cold shower now.

10 on Tuesday

10 Things I Do When I Have Nothing Else To Do

Um, I'm a new mom, so there really isn't a time when I have nothing else to do. But here goes.

1. Play with Drew Bear
2. Cross stitch
3. Read
4. Play on the computer
5. Watch TV
6. Take Drew for a walk (wait, it's too damn hot to do that right now)
7. Shop
8. Make a list of things to do with this house/yard
9. Call Bubba at work and bother him
10. Play with Drew Bear
    

Wordless Wednesday

Under the Tuscan Sun:

Not Vieing for Mother-of-the-Year

How bad is it that I just made a quick trip down the street to our neighborhood liquor store because I'm almost out of vodka? That's all I needed....vodka.

Did I mention that I carried my son in with me?

I tried not to look like a wine-o Mama that HAD to have her vodka tonic this afternoon.

The only thing missing was that my son was actually dressed, and not just in a diaper. THAT would have been very bad.

10 on Tuesday

I'm really starting to enjoy this list!

10 Cities I'd Live In
I could list a whole lot more than 10, but this is a start!

1. NYC (I know I've already done that, but I'd like to do it again)
2. Paris
   
3. Seattle
4. London
5. Siena, Italy
6. Baltimore
7. Savannah
8. Denver
9. Brenham, Texas
10. Charlottesville, Virginia
    

7 Months Old!

He got 2 teeth on Friday, too!

It's Always Something

So, Bubba and I ordered a new table WAY back in May to go into our brand new dining room. We figured we are home owners now, it's time to get a grown-up table and chairs. We went to this neighborhood furniture store just down the street from our house that is a place where they have samples of furniture there, but you order from the manufacturer's catalog to get exactly the piece you want. Delivery time was 6-8 weeks, which put us into July getting the table, but that was fine, as we had to paint anyway. We finally called about it around the Fourth, and the guy apologized, saying the chairs were here, but the table had to be sent back because it was not up to standard, and he would take care of the shipping and knock 10% off for our trouble. Fine, we still hadn't painted.

Well, the long-awaited table and chairs are here, were delivered this afternoon. BUT! One of the legs is not like the others, and can not be bolted onto the table. The holes that the bolts fit into are smaller on one leg, and the bolts that were sent do not fit the holes. Of course.

So right now, sitting in my dining room upside down, is a table with only 2 legs on it. The delivery men left Leg No. 3 off so that whoever comes by to fix this will see what the problem is. I called the furniture place, and he said someone would be out tomorrow to take a look. TOMORROW!!?!! What about today? What if I was having a dinner party tonight and needed this table? (I'm not, I'm just sayin'.) I would be screwed!

The table is beautiful, as are the chairs, but this place has lost ALL future business we were going to throw their way. We even had our eye on the side-board piece that matches the table, for a future purchase, but that's not going to happen now!!!

GRRRRR....

10 on Tuesday

10 Things I'd Save In A Fire

1. Drew Bear
2. Drew's baby book
3. As many photo albums as I could find
4. Laptop
5. Family photos
6. Wedding picture (geez, there's a theme here)
7. Our fireproof box (after we buy one....soon)
8. As many clothes as I could grab
9. Car seat (those are expensive!)
10. Our stems from Murano, Italy
    

Uh Oh....

My Little Narcissist

Where's Our Cut?

We're sitting here watching the Astros vs. the Dodgers, and Bubba just said the EXACT SAME THING that the analyzer/color guy said! And a mere SECONDS before he did! I mean, almost verbatim.

This happens all the time, and I just have to look at him, tell him he's in the wrong business, and wonder how much sports analysts make. Because Bubba would be a very good baseball analyst.

Not that we need any more talk about sports. But I'd like to get a piece of that action, cash-wise.

Never Again

Drew Bear and I spent this week in my hometown in the sticks visiting my folks and my grandmother. Got a bonus day of my brother, too, who was in from DC for Ex-Students' Weekend. We had a good time, once we finally got there.

We flew into Amarillo via American Airlines, using the last of my AA miles because it was going to be rather expensive if I didn't. Because it's American, I had to fly through DFW. I even made sure that the days of flying (round trip, dontcha know) lined up well with his naps and feeding, so I wouldn't have to flash the plane to feed the munchkin.

Ah, the best-laid plans.

The flight to Dallas Monday morning was no problem, and I even found this cool lounge next to the Starbucks in Terminal C with comfortable chairs that I could feed Drew in. I grab some lunch, change terminals, and get to my gate, only to discover that the plane taking off BEFORE us hasn't even left yet, and it's now time for us to board! The plane bound for Amarillo was sitting out there on the tarmac waiting for the mechanical problem to be fixed for the plane bound for Springfield. I thought, 'those poor people,' and waited for the soon-to-come announcement for a gate change for the Amarillo flight. That did, indeed, happen, but now we were for sure going to be late. It was one of those 'Boarding all rows, come-on-down, people!' Everyone's on board, but we are just sitting there. The captain comes on and says there's a problem with the floor in the cargo hold, and Mechanical has to come over to take a look. (Ironic that this is another mechanical problem, just like the Springfield plane above.) They are going to sit tight and will get right back to us. When they do, we are informed that we are going to have to de-plane because it's going to take a few hours, and they aren't sure what they're going to do with us yet, if we'll get another plane or not, but PLEASE stay in the Gate area until further notified. Oh, and we aren't allowed to get our gate-checked bags, so I'm not going to have my stroller for the duration and have to hold my 20-pound son the entire time. 'How am I going to pee?' I wonder to myself, because you just can't set your infant on the floor of the bathroom, or let a stranger hold him. So you get the picture. I had to leave the Gate area to go to the bathroom, and was hurrying the entire time, just in case the lady came back to tell us we were leaving. I'd hate to miss it! Didn't happen.

TWO HOURS LATER, we get on the exact same plane. In that time, there was only ONE update as to our status, and that was that we were going to have to wait a half-hour before they decided what to do with us. ??? Get us another friggin' plane! This is your main Hub airport, SURELY you have another little small jet to fly us to Amarillo! But no.

So, the Schedule is all shot to hell, I fed my son in the airport YET again, and we made it to Amarillo 2.5 hours later than planned.

Oh, and I made the news that night! One of the local stations just happened to be in the airport to report on the National story about American flights being delayed all the time. She ran into my family, waiting for me to arrive, and hit the jack-pot. I had an on-camera interview, so did my mom, and we were on the 6 o'clock and 10 o'clock news! It was very exciting. I'm a celebrity now in my home-town.

On the way back, my flight to Dallas was delayed waiting on the arriving plane. No biggie, as I had a long lay-over and would rather hang with my parents than alone in DFW. THEN, THEN, THEN! The flight to Houston was delayed BECAUSE THE PLANE HAD A MECHANICAL PROBLEM! I just had to laugh at that.

I will never fly American again from Houston to Amarillo. Continental has a direct flight, and I will be doing that from now on. They've lost my business. Customer service was bad on all flights, too. But that's another story, this one's long enough.

So, that's 3 of 4 flights that were delayed, 2 for mechanical problems. Pigs, I need me a letter.

Look Ma! No Hands!

New Look

What do ya think? I'm still working on some of the formatting, but for now, it will do. New city, new baby, new house, new life....NEW BLOG!

10 on Tuesday

Thought I'd go ahead and do this one, I love to travel!

10 Countries I'd Like to Visit (in no particular order)

1. Germany
2. Ireland
3. Spain
4. Australia
5. Brazil
6. Greece
7. Switzerland
8. Austria
9. Denmark
10. Scotland (which is technically the UK, where I've been, but I've never been there)
    

Put Me In, Coach!

He did really good at his first Astro's game, and Roy O got the win over Greg Maddux 3-1! He got to see 2 future Hall-of-Famers, who could ask for more for his first game?

Finito

I'm done. It was fabulous. HP#7 lived up to my expectations, and that's all I'll say so I don't spoil it for those of you who haven't read it.

But like cjh, I'm a little sad that it's over. I'm tempted to go back and read a few of the parts again, as I get so excited to see where something is going in the plot that I tend to rush through it. I've always done that, read too fast and miss some things. But that's ok, this is one book I feel I'll read several times over. Probably the whole series, actually. Much to Bubba's chagrin, as he hates when I read them because I tend to get immersed and do nothing else, and he doesn't understand why I would want to re-read something I've already read. But, that's the difference between him and me.

Now I can get busy watching the movies, as I have waited until I read all the books to see any of the movies.

Blog Interrupted

I'm reading Harry Potter #7 and don't have time to do that AND take care of Drew AND blog at the same time. So, until I finish, there will be a lack of new blogs to read. My apologies, but I know you all understand.

To keep you satiated, here's a picture of the munchkin swimming.

ARRRGGG!!!

Yesterday I received BILL NUMBER 3 from the stupid hospital in NYC from when I fell in the street and spent the day in the hospital. I received the first bill before we even left NY back in March. I thought it was weird, as my actual hospital stay for the birth of my son had already been paid. So I called and gave them the right information and address, etc., and left it at that. I got ANOTHER bill in May, so I called AGAIN to give them the right information.

Now, when I got bill no. 3 yesterday, I was a bit miffed and called the insurance company directly to see what was going on, if they had denied my claim and why, etc. I called, and they have NO RECORD of receiving a bill for that date of service! WTF? So I figured that the hospital must have gotten it wrong, so I called THEM. Nope, they've submitted the bill about a dozen times (so said the irritated woman on the phone), and it's been denied every time. And, she said they would submit it ONE MORE TIME, then that was it. What does that mean? They'll come after me for the exorbitant amount of $$$ they want for said service?

I am about done with all this stupid mess. I have had to deal with the insurance people denying Drew's coverage because he's not on my plan, until I call them and remind them that yes, he's covered for 30 days on my plan. Why don't they know this? It's THEIR stupid plan! Anyway, I got another bill yesterday for some lab work done for Mr. Andrew Barron, so I asked the insurance lady about that one, too, and ONCE AGAIN, she said it was denied because he wasn't on my plan. Then she said, oh wait, yes he is! DUH!!! Arrggg....

Of the things that irritate me and just ruin my day....this tops the list.

Thirsty Munchkin

First drink from a cup!

You Know It's Hot....

when the cicadas are STILL singing at 11pm when you are trying to go to sleep.

Welcome to summer. I think I prefer the rain....at least it keeps the temperatures down!

To Shave or To Smell Lovely

This morning on Rachel Ray, Rachel was discussing the ONE thing she couldn't live without on a desert island. Well, she actually listed 3, but it's her show, so she can do what she wants. She chose her under-eye cream, razor, and breath-mints.

HOWEVER!

Then she had kind of an 'ask the audience' thing, and these women were standing up and telling what they COULDN'T live without on a desert island. I was appalled at these spoiled, shallow women! One silly girl said she couldn't live without her eye-lash curler. (Um, I don't even OWN one of these, but my make-up drawer is another post....it's very small. Mascara, yes. Eyelash curler, no.) Another girl said her Victoria's Secret bra. OK, I might want a bra on my desert island, but I'd rather just have a bikini and deal with it.

The icing on the cake was the woman who said she couldn't live without her Prada heels. I mean, PLEASE! I'm all about fabulous footwear, but I don't think I would choose them over toilet paper on my desert island.

What would you choose?

I think I would choose some sort of personal hygiene item, like deodorant or toothpaste or something of that nature.

Ooh, or maybe coffee (she says as she has cup no. 2 this morning).

I KNEW I was cool! :)

I know, 3rd post in a day. I'm on a roll...

You Are Austin

A little bit country, a little bit rock and roll. You're totally weird and very proud of it. Artistic and freaky, you still seem to fit in... in your own strange way. Famous Austin residents: Lance Armstrong, Sandra Bullock, Andy Roddick

What American City Are You?

Movie Quote: Blast From the Past

Can anyone name this movie? I watched it today and was reminded how much I loved this movie.

'Sinead O-Rebellion! Shock me, shock me, shock me with your deviant behavior!'

Anyone? Anyone? Anyone?

It Has Begun

Someone had bananas tonight for the first time!



For the record, he loved it.

Let the messiness begin....

5 Months Old

He'll be sitting up for real before you know it. Time flies.

Bug's Life

I have a problem in my yard. In the form of little snails. They are everywhere. The kid 2 doors down even likes to come to my yard and look for them. Fabulous.

I wouldn't mind them and their slimy trails so much, except that they are eating my basil! Ironically, no other herbs have snails feasting on them. Not sure why, but they have good taste, the basil is my favorite, too.

We are also having major issues with mosquitoes (who isn't?). But as we have yet to do anything with the drainage problem in our yard, we have standing water in both the front and the back yards, as well as the ditch in front of our house, every time it rains. And, as you all know, it's rained A LOT the last few weeks.

So, this all meant that I needed a trip to my local gardening store. Which I did today, and came back with a veritable arsenal of defenses against these pesky pests. Who knew there was such a thing as snail bait?!? You did? Well, I didn't. That's what happens when you don't have a yard, or even plants for that matter, for 3+ years.

Here's hoping it works, because I want to be able to take the Drew Bear outside of an evening without having him eaten alive by mosquitoes, and I REALLY want to be able to use all my basil for yummy things like pesto and tomato sauce.

Dream Weaver

Does anyone ever have dreams involving the people you watch on TV?

I occasionally dream about the girls from SATC, and I'm in the dream with them. Like I'm inserting myself into one of the shows. I have frequently had dreams with the 'Friends' cast, but since the last season, those have kind of waned.

But last night was a first. I had a dream that I ran off with Jim from 'The Office.' He left Pam for me, and we were taking a train somewhere and making out and stuff. It was awkward because Pam was one of my best friends. I was in high school or college, not sure which (so Bubba was not in the picture, as we hadn't met yet....that's my reason anyway!), but I think it might have been college because I was working a part time job and that's how I met Jim. No one else from the cast was there, so it's not like my job was actually at 'The Office.'

This was one of the most real of all these type of dreams I've had. I actually woke up in the middle, went back to sleep and continued the dream. And I'm still thinking about it now! The weirdest is that I haven't even watched 'The Office' in several weeks. So how in the world did Jim pop into my head? Weird.

10 on Tuesday

I have never done one of these before, but am intrigued and just have to participate. Fun!

1. Godfather: 'Leave the gun, take the cannoli.' (can't believe I didn't see any Godfather on anyone's lists.)
2. Bull Durham: 'What we need is a rain-out.' 'Lolly-gaggers!'
3. Pulp Fiction: 'Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead.'
4. Lion King: 'They call me, MR. PIG!!' (I know this is a spoof from another movie, but I have always quoted it.)
5. You've Got Mail: Don't you just love New York in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies.'
6. My Fair Lady: 'I washed my face and hands before I come, I did.'
7. Rushmore: 'I saved Latin, what did you ever do?'
8. When Harry Met Sally: 'Men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.' 'You're right, you're right, I know you're right.' 'You're high maintenance, but you THINK you're low maintenance.'
   
9. Gone With the Wind: 'I don' know nuthin' 'bout birthin' no babies!'
10. Jerry Maguire: 'You had me at hello.'

My sister and I have lots more, but I can't think of them right now because it's past my bedtime.

Fine Father's Day Fun

We went out to dinner last night, to a Mexican food place right down the street that is fast and cheap....the way all good Mexican food should be.

We order, and the Drew Bear is starting to get impatient in his bucket seat. He is normally fine as long as we don't just ignore him entirely. Well. Not last night. He was getting more and more vocal, so I finally caved and got him out to sit in my lap.

That's when I discovered the gobs of poo. All. Over. Him. It had soaked through his onesie and was lining the back of his bucket seat, too. Poor kiddo. No wonder he was fussing!

So, this being the kind of place with a one-seater bathroom and no changing facilities, we proceed to strip him naked right there at our booth and clean him up. Luckily, there was no one around us, because they would have been completely disgusted. And also luckily, I keep a change of clothes in every diaper bag and handy little baggies to put the offending diapers and clothes in for just such an occasion.

Of course, about the time we get him stripped down, our food arrives. It was literally less than 5 minutes after we ordered. She leaves the food at the next table so we can finish getting him cleaned up. Which we do, then proceed to sit down to our tacos and tostadas with beans and rice as if nothing had happened.

You know you are a parent when you can change a blow-out poopy diaper then eat refried beans right afterwards without even thinking about it.

Fuzzy Friends

I think this is just so cute, I can't help myself.

Un-believable

I know there are several of you out there that are BIG American Idol fans. I don't choose to watch it because most of the time I don't think those people are that great and it doesn't entertain me to watch it. We have differing opinions about good singers, so be it. Bygones. I don't want to argue it here.

BUT.

If you haven't seen this clip from the Brits version of the show, you are missing out. THIS guy has real talent, and he should win the whole bloomin' thing. If he doesn't, then it proves my point that the whole thing is crap. He was so good, I cried. Granted, the song makes me cry anyway. But he really was THAT good.

Enjoy.

It's Been A While

My Mama has been here the past week and I've been hanging out with her, so no time to blog. We did a TON of stuff around the house and yard. We got ALL the boxes unpacked and taken to the recycle center, along with all the paper. We changed out the drawer/cabinet pulls per cjh's recommendation. (Thanks again!) Mama worked her magic on the plants and bought us a lot of flowers and plants for our beds. We got trees trimmed and weeds pulled and an herb garden started. And, of course, we played with the Drew Bear. He's getting so big! Literally. He weighs 16 lbs 10 oz. That's 93rd percentile, for those of you interested.

So, I'm back now to the world of blogging. But I'm sure now I've lost the measly few readers I had anyway, so it will just be me talking to myself again. Oh well.

We're In!

Officially in the new house, but I'm too busy unpacking and dealing with Drew to post right now! I'll get an updated picture up eventually.

My Next 30 Years

I left my 20s behind on Sunday. It kind of came and went without too much fan-fare, as we're in the midst of moving and getting on with the rest of our lives. Which is very appropriate for this blog subject. I think Tim McGraw says it best in his song, so I'm going to plagiarize terribly and post the words here. I don't have time to come up with something better, I'm a busy Mama who barely has time to post at all, let alone any original, titillating material. I've never been one for making a big deal out of birthdays anyway, so here ya go.

I think I'll take a moment, celebrate my age.
The ending of an era, and the turning of a page.
Now it's time to focus in on where I go from here.
Lord have mercy on my next thirty years.

In my next thirty years I'm gonna have some fun.
Try to forget about all the crazy things I've done. (not really, I'm proud of all that)
Maybe now I've conquered all my adolescent fears,
And I'll do it better in my next thirty years.

My next thirty years I'm gonna settle all the scores,
Cry a little less, laugh a little more.
Find a world of happiness without the hate and fear.
Figure out just what I'm doing here
In my next thirty years.

Oh my next thirty years, I'm gonna watch my weight.
Eat a few more salads and not stay up so late.
Drink a little lemonade and not so many beers, (yeah, right!)
Maybe I'll remember my next thirty years.

My next thirty years will be the best years of my life.
Raise a little family and hang out with my wife. (well, my hubby)
Spend precious moments with the ones that I hold dear
Make up for lost time here, in my next thirty years.

Maybe later I'll come up with something original. For now, this will have to do.

I Hate Computers

I just got a new computer, and it's fabulous.

At least it WAS. Until yesterday when something happened. I don't know what, but something did. Now my WiFi is connected, but I have almost no signal from my wireless router, which means the only reason I'm able to post this blog is because I'm connected directly to the modem. Plugged in. And I hate plugs. The old computer sitting RIGHT next to me is connected and is fine. But my spanking new machine? Nada. BOOO!

Plus, I can't get Outlook to actually SEND my email! Receive, yes. Send, no. It's not a good day, Tater.

Why do I always have these problems? What in the world could be causing this? Do I just have bad karma? Is it a sign we need to leave this crappy apartment? Is it a sign I've become too dependent on my laptop? Whatever it is, it's ruined the start of my day.

Thou Shalt Not Covet

I'm not really a 'coveting' person by nature. I just don't really ever WANT things that others have.

BUT....

I am coveting Kelly Rippa's super-toned arms. I have mentioned before how super-cute I think she is, and I wish I could ever look that good after 3 kids (maybe, one of these day). But her arms are awesome. Makes me want to lift a bunch of groceries over my head.

Affirmation--10 Things

You know you have an infant in your house when:

1. You can not glance around any room of the house without spying some sort of baby paraphernalia.
2. You plan your day in 3-hour increments (roughly).
3. Your spouse gets home and asks what you did today, and you have no idea.
4. Poop and spit-up clean-up are everyday occurrences.
5. Your wardrobe is limited to outfits you can nurse in without pulling it up over your head.
6. You haven't watched a feature-length film without commercials since baby arrived, let alone been to the movies.
7. Your husband is close to sending your boobies a 'Miss You' card.
8. You want to discuss your breast infection with anyone who will listen (most men DON'T want to know).
9. You go out to eat at ridiculously early times....it's just you and the old folks.
10. And last but not least....

You love it and can't remember your life any other way!

Good Boy!

Drew Bear slept through the night last night! He went down about 10pm, and woke up this morning at 6:30! I, of course, woke up at his usual 5am, because my own body clock is set for then, and because the boobs fill up and get rather sore and leaky. TMI, I know. Pigs knows of which I speak, and Geek, just something for you to look forward to.

But leaky boobs are ok! Well worth it for the extra rest. Let's just hope I didn't just jinx it by exclaiming so much....

Daddy's funny!

I just had to post this picture from last night. He's getting stronger and stronger!

Fingers Crossed!

We have the house inspection today. I'm not really nervous, I just hope they don't find a termite family decided to move in before we did! Keep your fingers crossed!!!

Our New House!!!

It's official! We are waiting on all the papers to be signed, then we'll get an inspection and survey, and close on May 17th!!!

Leave it to the Bubbas to be efficient....2 cars and a house in the first 2 weeks we live in Houston!

Car-ma

So, the new car I bought on Tuesday? It's a beautiful silver Honda Accord. I love it, and Bubba got us a great deal on it (he has the best credit of anyone I know).

But, the Karma Gods decided to mess with us yesterday. I got rear-ended while turning left into a Dairy Queen for a Blizzard (haven't had one since I hit DQ Country). :( No one was hurt, but my car will need body work done, the bumper is all crunched.

It gets better.

The jack-ass that hit me was driving a POS suburban from the early 90s that looked like it was being held together with duct tape. He had to be towed away. But you know what that means....there is NO WAY this guy has insurance. Which, of course, he didn't. I've never seen Bubba's Mom so mad....she screamed so much at that guy I'm sure she scared the be-jesus out of him! The car also wasn't registered in his name, and turns out he JUST got out of jail last week for TOO MANY DRIVING TICKETS and doesn't even have a license!!! Why do I have to always get hit by morons like this!?! Why? Ironically, in the state of Texas, the cop would have arrested him on the spot if his license was SUSPENDED, but the fact that he didn't have one in the first place just gets him a ticket. WTF? &*(#$*)#(*!

So, my brand new beautiful car will be in the shop getting a little cosmetic work done. Luckily Bubba's Sis's husband works at a dealership and is going to get it taken care of for us. We're letting our insurance go after this jack-ass and maybe we'll get the $250 we're out for being hit by an un-insured motorist. But I doubt it.

The good news is that no one was hurt, not even the two kids the jack-ass had in the front seat of his two-seater suburban, likely un-buckled. We're going to be at Bubba's Mom's for another week, so we don't need the car right now anyway. And Drew wasn't with us, so I didn't have to worry about him.

Needless to say, I'm not thrilled to be driving a car again after 3 years of not having to deal with this shit. If you are driving the streets of Houston, I won't be hard to spot....I'll be the young woman driving like an old lady in the right lane, going just under the speed limit and shaking my fist at all the jack-asses passing me.

We're Ba-ack!!!

Well, after taking a few days for blogger to figure out who I am (I ALWAYS seem to have problems with the new blogger), I can update y'all!

We made the Grand Move just fabulously! Drew did wonderful on both flights to TX (to Dallas, then on to Amarillo), and we all decided that First Class is the WAY to go. We got warm nuts in a little bowl before our fabulous lunch! Anyway, we had a great time hanging out with my family in Wellington. Drew met his Papa and his Mu (my grandmother) and a bunch of other people, and even got a little baby Bible from my home-town church! We made our final flight to Houston on Monday, and that went fine as well. We officially live in Houston now. Although I feel like I'm still on vacation because I'm living out of a suitcase at Bubba's Mom's house. But that's ok, because there's lots of people around to help take care of the Drew-Bear!

We bought two cars this week, and made our first house-hunting trip. We're back in the swing of things, Texas-Style.

Poop

No, not what you're thinking....

It SNOWED here yesterday! Off and on several times during the day. It's APRIL for God's sake!! I am so sick of this crappy, cold weather. It's ruining my plans for my last weekend in New York.

~Harumph~

De-Nile

They say denial is a river in Africa.

Well, it's also an apartment on the Upper West Side in Manhattan.

I am moving in a week, and I'm in denial of this fact. It doesn't seem possible that in a few short days, I won't live here anymore. I won't be a New Yorker. But does living here only 3 years even qualify you as a New Yorker? I'm thinking no. But hey, I've definitely been 'a local.' But then again, I've always been a Texan, and I don't think you can claim two locations at once. So I'll stick with Texas.

I think the reason for the state I'm in is due to the fact that we are not packing ourselves for this Great Migration across the country. The Packers are coming next Monday. So my apartment looks like it has for the past few months or so, with only my boxes from work and my boxed up maternity clothes sitting in one corner to signify that Change is in the air. Mentally I'm preparing only for an extended 3-week vacation to TX, as that's all I have to pack for. It's very weird.

I waiver back and forth every day as to whether or not I'm actually ready to leave this great city. On the days that I have to fight the ladies in the laundry room, I'm desperate to get out of here. And on the days when I can't get a cab and need to get somewhere with the munchkin, and the subway is out because I can't easily get up and down the subway stairs with the stroller. But most of the rest of the time, I'm still enjoying living here. I love walking everywhere in my neighborhood. I like the close access to the parks. I even enjoy NOT owning a car. But mainly, this has been my home for the past 3 years, and it's going to be hard to say good-bye.

I think THAT is the main reason I'm in De-Nile. Good-bye seems like forever. And I'm not ready for that. I'm ready to get on with my life, and I know this is a good thing for my family. But it's still hard.

Sticking My Neck Out

Look at my strong little man! The first of many hurdles.

They Just Don't Come No Better Than A Bear

He was thrilled to be in this, once again. Sadly, he's about to out-grow it. The bears grow so fast. ~sigh~

The Onesies Don't Lie

Boggie Man

My son has the biggest boogers. Now that I've mastered the use of the snot sucker, I pull one out of each nostril almost daily. It never ceases to amaze me that something so big could come out of something so small.

He takes after his Daddy.

Star Treatment

Am I the only person who thinks Star Jones looks gross? I mean, she was grossly overweight, and I'm glad she's trimmed down, but I think she went a little far. I'm not a fan.

Patting My Own Back

I bought our tickets for The Great Texas Move today. And I only paid $267 for 2 first-class tickets to Amarillo (one way, of course)!!! Well, the flight to Dallas is first class, as there is only coach on the small plane to Amarillo.

This should make flying with a newborn MUCH easier. Plus, we get a meal AND cocktails! I rule!!!

OK, self-promotion segment over.

Post-bath Fist Eating

The Sweetest Thing

It is just the joy of my life to watch my son nurse. It is the sweetest picture EVER!!! Nothin' better than that....

(A close second is watching my son sleep on his daddy's chest while Daddy naps.)

3 Weeks Later....

Aren't we too cute? Well, he is, at least!

Scheduling

Either my son is slightly constipated, and has been for two days, or he's already figured out that poopy diapers are more fun when Daddy changes them, and he knows Daddy is back at work now, so he saves them all for the evening.

Talk about being regular! That's one smart kid....

(The only problem with this scenario is that he's pretty fussy due to being backed-up, and that's what Mama gets all day.)

The Rest of the Story....

For the inquiring minds that want to know, here's my birth story.

Sunday Night:

We went around the corner to our friends' apt. to watch the Super Bowl and hang out with them. During the second half of the game, I started having some stronger contractions and Bubba and I decided it was probably best if we went home and got to bed early and got some rest. We were in bed by 10, but I was too distracted and somewhat excited to do anything but lay there. I was resting, just not sleeping. By about midnight I got up to go lay on the couch, because the contractions were really starting to ache in my back, and I thought I'd lay on the heating pad and not bother Bubba all night.

Very Early Monday Morning:

Around 2am, the contractions started getting serious. When I say serious, I mean that I could no longer just lay there and try to ignore them, I had to breathe through them, and they hurt in my back like a b@$*#. I was used to regular ol' Braxton Hicks, been having them for about 6 weeks, but this was a whole different animal. I am pretty sure I slept at least a little bit in between, because the night went WAY too fast for me to have been up and suffering all night, but I'll tell you that they got so bad that I had to start rolling off the couch and onto the floor on my hands and knees just to be able to get through them.

Early Monday Morning:

I went to the bathroom about 5:30am and had more mucus plug (hey, I didn't say this was going to not be gross....birth is a beautiful thing, but it's pretty gross, too), so I woke Bubba up and we started getting ready with the final 'checks' on things. We started timing contractions about 6am, and by 8:30 they were the required 5 minutes or less apart and 1 minute in duration, so we decided it was time to go to the hospital. We arrived about 9am and went to triage so they could verify that yes, indeed, I was in labor. Well, turns out, I wasn't in ACTIVE labor, and was only 1cm dilated and only partially effaced. So the chipper resident came back to tell me that they would NOT admit me, and told me to go walk around. WALK AROUND?! It was a balmy 8 degrees outside, with a stiff wind, and she wants me to WALK!!! I cried. I was already tired from not sleeping. But, I was determined to get this labor going, so we decided to walk down the street to the Time Warner Center, probably the only place in Manhattan to walk around inside for free. It was about 10:45am by now, and they told us to not come back for two hours, or if the contractions were 2-3 minutes apart. At least they were nice enough to let me keep my bag there, so we didn't have to lug it around. And when I say 'we' I mean Bubba.

Late Monday Morning:

We walked the frigid 2 blocks to the Time Warner Center and made it inside, all the while I was having contractions that were really starting to hurt! Went inside Williams Sonoma, and were actually asked if we needed any help when I was bent over double next to the display of Kitchen Aid Mixers. We stayed there for a while, then pressed on, going inside the Borders Books, and walking around the 'mall' a bit longer. At one point I thought I was going to be sick, and I was starting to lean over the second-story railing during the contractions and making Bubba very nervous, so we went downstairs to the Whole Foods to get some lunch. We found a table, and I concentrated on not making a big scene in the middle of the store while Bubba went to get us something for lunch. (A little aside here, while Bubba was gone, I saw Alfred Molina walk by!!) Ate lunch, but continued to feel like I was going to lose it at any minute, and the contractions were getting much closer together, AND we were nearing our two-hour mark, so we decided to go back to the hospital.

Early Monday Afternoon:

By the time we got there, I was in some serious pain. The resident showed up again to check me, and I was almost 3 cm dilated and almost completely effaced!!! I was officially in Active Labor! PROGRESS!!! She said that was enough to admit me, and if I wanted to get an epidural, now would be a good time to get that ball rolling, as it takes a little time to get everything set up for that because I had to have an hour of fluids via IV. Fine, great, whatever. I promptly lost my lunch in the trash and didn't really care at this point. We got to our labor and delivery room (ironically the room we saw when we did the hospital tour) and got the IV started. Bubba would come help me when a contraction started, and basically we just labored for a few hours waiting for the IV to pump me full and the anesthesiologist to show up. My doctor was not on call, but her partner was, and she came in to check me. I was 4cm by this time and she said things looked great. But by 3pm, I could no longer really make it through the contractions, and I was really tired, so I sent Bubba to find out where the hell the anesthesiologist was, because I NEEDED HIM!!! He came in a few minutes later, and I had to sit up on the end of the bed very still while they put the needle in my back. I got the 'walking epidural,' which meant that I got the spinal blocker portion of the epidural first, and he would come back later to give me the narcotic part of it prior to the heavy-duty pushing (if you get it too early, it wears off before you actually get to the 'real' part of it, so they just get it all ready to insert into the catheter). But the blocker portion would relieve a significant part of the back pain, and it certainly did! It took a few minutes, but MAN, did that feel great!!! The best part was that I still could feel my legs, and actually move them and stuff, just didn't feel the pain. I highly recommend this to those of you out there about to do this....you know who you are.

Late Monday Afternoon:

Around 5pm, everything was going smoothly, but I was starting to feel the contractions on the side I wasn't laying on, so I asked the doctor if I could switch sides. She decided to check me to see how far along I was, and I was pretty much completely dilated the full 10cm! 5 cm in 4 hours, she was impressed. She said I could try pushing through the contraction if I wanted to, and I said ok, let's try it. After one push, she hustled out to get the nurses so they could remove the end of the bed for the birthing part. The next contraction came, and I started pushing, and 20 minutes later, Drew was born!!! At the very end, they had to suction him out because his heart-rate was dropping a little more than the pediatrician liked, and he was almost out anyway, so they got the suction cup on his head and just pulled him right outta there! I actually saw that part, and it was kind of freaky. Turned out the problem was that the umbilical cord was tangled up in his legs and kind of inhibiting him from descending all the way. So he had a little ring around his head for the first few days, but he didn't even have a cone head the next day! Oh, and Bubba's best intentions of staying at the 'head' end went by the wayside....he was holding one of my legs and the nurse was holding the other, and he was everything. I actually went so fast that I didn't even get the narcotic part of the epidural, there wasn't time. I did all that with just the spinal blocker!

Monday Night:

Drew got all checked out, which was of course perfect. After they got everything taken care of, we had to wait for the 7pm shift change before we could go over to the post-partum rooms, which I think was a blessing, because we got some time alone with Drew and I got to eat my dinner in peace.

It was a wonderful experience, and I'd do it again. I knew I'd probably have a quick labor, my mom had quick labors with all 3 of her babies, so that part wasn't that surprising.

So, there you have it! The Rest of the Story....

Fist Sucking

I know this is slightly blurry, but I think it conveys the action rather well. Drew likes to eat his fists, especially right before his dinner! I think it is just too cute! He gets all worked up trying to get both fists in his mouth at once....

 

Bear-y Happy Day!

Drew is here! He's all bundled up and ready for his first cab ride! It's freezing up here, ya know....

(He was born Monday afternoon, weighing 8lbs. 5oz., 19.5 inches long. He's doing great, and so am I!)

Progress, So-To-Speak

On Thursday I found out that I'm 1cm dilated and 30% effaced (thinned). Not great, but definitely better than nothing. Prior to that, I'd been 'tight as a tick,' as my Grandadder would have said. Progress! But not enough for me to think I'd be going into labor over the weekend. Which Bubba was very happy to hear. I really want to go into labor this weekend, as my dr. is on call all weekend, and I'm ready for this baby to not be inside me any more!

On Friday afternoon, after a walk, I lost part of my mucus plug! (This is really gross, and for those of you who really didn't want to know that, too bad. Pregnancy is not that gross, but birth really kind of is. It's beautiful, but it's gross at the same time.) This is very exciting, as the majority of women go into labor within 3 days of losing it. PROGRESS!!! Bubba and I went out for a dinner and a movie date, and he kept looking at me like I might pop at any time. And, he was not too excited to hear that I might go into labor that night. I was having some contractions, but not a whole lot, and they weren't bad at all.

Nothing happened Friday night, but Saturday morning after another walk, I lost MORE plug! Took it easy yesterday, bounced on my ball, nothing happening. But at dinner last night I lost MORE of it! How big is this stupid thing? How much more if it can there be?

So now it's Sunday morning, and I'm still here. ~sigh~ Better go for a walk and bounce on my ball. Hopefully that will get things moving!

Duck, Duck, Duck, GOOSE!!!

You Are Duck

Exotic and unusual, you are a bit of a rare bird - literally. You're known for being soft and succulent, though at times you can be a bit greasy.

What Kind of Meat Are You?

Day 3

Pat Sajack is co-hosting Regis and Kelly while Regis is out of town. I have discovered that Pat is quite funny! I have actually laughed out loud while sipping my coffee a couple of times this morning! Who knew?

Oh, and he used to be a weatherman before the Wheel gig. Who knew?

I also think Kelly Rippa is quite cute. I am a fan. Wish I could look that good after 2 kids. And have great hair like that.

Don't worry, I'm not watching the entire program, but I do like their opening 'monologue' thing that is really pretty entertaining. After that, I'm done. I got things to do with my leisure!

Today, it's a walk across Central Park! Well, that's the plan, we'll see how far I get. I gotta jump start this labor thing.

It has begun....

Day 1 of Maternity Leave--Laundry.

I discovered that Monday in the laundry room (that was closed all last week, incidentally, but I'm not sure if that was a factor) is every man for himself. The house-cleaners (maids) are all down there, doing their clients laundry, too (I hope they at least get paid more to fluff and fold). How do I know they don't actually live in this building? I just know. Demographics, mainly. But anyway, not the point. You have to sit down there the entire time or your laundry will just be casually thrown to the side the SECOND the washer or dryer you are using is done. I am used to doing my laundry in the evening, and it's a much more relaxed, laid back atmosphere. Not so during the day.

Those bitches are vicious, I tell ya.

This being a housewife thing ain't easy. Especially without your own washer/dryer.

End of an Era

Today is my last day in the working force for the forseeable future. Not that my current employer knows that yet. Which makes this, my last day of work in NYC, rather strange. No big good-byes, no tears (did I mention I'm an emotional wreck these days?), no packing up and taking my boxes of stuff away. For all they know, I'll be returning in 3 months. It's all a charade. I will be giving my notice of intent NOT to return at the end of March, with the news that I'm also leaving the city and heading back to God's Country. So today I am acting the part. I really will see all these people again, just when I come to say goodbye and pack up my stuff.

I am lucky that Bubba's new job will leave us in a more stable financial situation so that I can choose to stay at home or go back to work after we get settled. I like choices. Who knows? I may really enjoy staying at home and have NO desire whatsoever to return until my children are school age (at which point I think I better be going back to work). Or, I may REALLY miss my sexy life as a civil engineer and can't WAIT to get back to the work force. (I'm really doubting it will be this black-and-white, and I'll want some sort of compromise. But we'll see.) Regardless, it is my choice, and I'm relishing it.

Still, it is somewhat hard to imagine right now NOT getting up to go to work every day. I'm sure I'll get used to it, start enjoying all my 'free time,' and then BAM! I'll have a kid that demands all my attention and I'll only WISH all I had to do today was get myself up and ready and to work on time. But hey, I'm up for the challenge!

I'll miss riding the train with Bubba, though....

Just so you have a good visual...

This is what I look like 37 weeks (9 months) pregnant. That's a Biggo Preggo belly!

 

Under Pressure

Dun, dun, dun, dunda dun-dun. Dun, dun, dun, dun, dunda dun-dun. Sing it with me now!

The Tater is really giving it to me good today. Lots of pressure from my bulging belly. I am so uncomfortable, it's distracting me from getting anything done. Not that I have much to do, but there is one thing on my desk that I feel needs to be done before I take my leave. And it's not that much fun, and kind of boring, and thus easy to be distracted from.

On that topic, I have about decided to make THIS Friday my last day, as opposed to the originally planned NEXT Friday. It's just not fun anymore to traipse to work every day (more like shuffle to work on Bubba's arm every day) via the NYC Subway system and my own two feet. Feet that are so tired and swollen-up that you can't even see my bony ankles....I look like I sprained both my ankles playing basketball. That's what happens when you carry around 35 extra pounds in your mid-section. I'm surprised my arches haven't collapsed (and they are VERY high arches!). The other reason for an early departure is that I'm just tired of it all. I don't sleep well, I don't walk well, I am swelling up, none of my clothes fit anymore, and I just want to sit at home on the couch and do whatever I damn well feel like! We'll see what my doctor says on Thursday, but I'm 95% sure I'm going to wimp out and call it quits a week earlier than I told everyone at work I was. And, Bubba says it's ok.

I know Bubba is sick of me complaining. I try not to, but it's hard when all anyone ever says to me is 'How ya doin? You're still here?!? Geez, when are you going to HAVE that baby! You're HUGE!' It is starting to really irritate me, even though people mean well. Yes, I'm huge. Try finding a 9-months+2-weeks pregnant lady who ISN'T! The comments are just not funny anymore. Neither are the pitying looks from other women who have been there, done that. At least my size gets me an automatic seat on the subway. People take one look at me and hop up, as if I'm going to fall down right then and there. It's rather nice, actually. :)

OK, rant over. I'm ready for this kid to BE HERE!!!

A Change in the Weather?

Once again, it is colder in Texas than it is here. This has been a pretty frequent occurance thus far this winter. The temp is dropping steadily today in NYC, but no falling precipitation, which is a blessing, I guess. It's all north of us. I'd likely just stay home to avoid falling on my pregnant butt again. (Hey, maybe that's not such a bad thing!) But the Texan in me is still wanting a big storm! Snow is still a novelty for me (and for Bubba), and I am feeling cheated out of my last winter here.

Of course, now this means that February and March will just be terrible, right when I'm wanting to get out and about with the Tater! ~sigh~

Snow, snow, snow, snow, SNOW!!!! I wanna wash my hair, my face and hands with SNOW!!!

We Have A Crib!!!

After much ado, Drew has a place to sleep now!

 

I Don't Know Why

I thought I'd copy Bubba and write a little note to Baby Drew. However, I have to admit that I didn't come up with this. Shawn Colvin wrote this song for her daughter when she was born. I can't wait to sing it to my little boy when he arrives. The tune is good, too, but for now, you'll just have to read the lyrics.

I don’t know why
The sky is so blue.
And I don’t know why
I’m so in love with you.
But if there were no music,
Then I would not get through.
I don’t know why I know these things.
But I do.

I don’t know why
But somewhere dreams come true.
And I don’t know where
But there will be a place for you.
Every time you look that way
I would lay down my life for you.
I don’t know why I know these things.
But I do.

I don’t know why
But some are going to make you cry.
I don’t know how
But I will get you by.
I will try.
‘Cause they’re not trying to cause you pain
They’re just afraid of loving you.
I don’t know why I know these things.
But I do.

I don’t know why
Trees grow so tall.
I don’t know why
I don’t know anything at all.
But if there were no music,
Then I would not get through.
I don’t know why I know these things.
But I do.

I don’t know why I know these things.
But I do.

Thanks, Shawn. Couldn't have said it better myself.

Fall Down Go Boom

I spent the day in labor and delivery.

The short story is that I fell in the street (how embarrassing!) on my way to work this morning, landing mainly on my knees and hands, but with the face-forward fall, I wasn't sure if I hit my belly or not. We were a block from home, so Bubba and I came home to settle down, see if the baby was moving, and call my doctor. She recommend we go to the hospital for monitoring, just to be safe. So, we did, and I'm glad we did. Makes me feel better to see/hear the heartbeat. Ironically, Bubba and I JUST toured the hospital's maternity ward last night! So we knew where to go this morning! I got hooked up, everything was fine, but my doctor wanted 6 hours of monitoring, just to make sure there was no trauma that would show up after my adrenaline levels dropped back down. I was having some contractions show up on the monitor, too, but no worse than I've been having.

The bad thing was that my back started hurting because I was laying on it instead of my side. And, I couldn't eat. I could have water, though, so I drank enough to stay hydrated and ensure I could get up for potty breaks!

Needless to say, we are glad to be home, glad The Tater is fine, and glad we got our dry run through before we have to deal with the real thing!

In The Round

Per cjh's request, a belly picture! This is from a few weeks ago. I'm getting very round....




























And here's one of Bubba and his belly! I think he's jealous....