My Husband Rocks
Friday, February 12, 2010
23 weeks, 5 days pregnant
Being pregnant is (definitely) not easy sometimes, and it’s easy to forget that it is also not easy on the Daddy-to-be.
Oh, Darling Husband. You have put up with quite a bit in these last 24 weeks. The crankiness, the mood swings, the tears, the whining. And you have handled it all like you’ve been doing it for almost a decade … oh wait, you kind of have. Sorry!
- Thank you for buying me the mint chocolate-chip ice cream that I so desperately wanted after I
daintily finishedsavagely wolfed the vanilla - Thank you for arriving at work late and leaving early on those really freezing days, so that you could drive me and Baby Boy to work (and spare us from the frigid walk/bus-ride
- Thank you for swinging through the Wendy’s drive-thru for
saladsBaconaters when I was exhausted and starving to the point of tears - Thank you for coming to the nine-millionth OBGYN appointment, even though it’s the same stuff every few weeks
- Thank you for holding my hand through this whole thing
Love, your wife
xoxo
T is for "taut"
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
23 weeks, 3 days pregnant
Had my monthly OBGYN appointment this morning, and there were five important developments:
- The 20-week ultrasound results? “Perfect” (yup, even the do-over)
- Fundal height? 23.5 (perfect for being 23.5 weeks preggo)
- Blood pressure? 120/68
- Baby boy’s heartbeat? Loud and clear
- I HAD A NEW NURSE AND SHE SAID MY STOMACH MUSCLES WERE “TAUT!”
Oh, yeah, you read that right. “Taut.” First I was “small,” and now I’m also “taut.” God bless these wonderful, wonderful nurses and their lovely flattery.
NEW NURSE (while measuring my fundal height): Do you exercise?ME (nervous): Umm … no.NEW NURSE: Really?ME: Well, I walk … you know, to the bus and stuff.NEW NURSE: Oh, well your stomach muscles are very taut.ME (beaming): Really?
Oh yeah — just call me Demi! But excuse me, I first must go eat another fantastical vanilla ice cream cone.
An important bulletin
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
23 weeks, 2 days preggo
Ice cream cones are the best thing in the freaking WORLD!!
That is all.
P.S. Seriously. I just ate one, and I am THISCLOSE to making myself another one.
P.P.S. I made a deal with myself that I wouldn’t buy new ice cream (i.e. Mint Chocolate Chip) until I had finished the icky vanilla in the freezer. I’m very close to achieving my goal!
P.P.P.S. I want another oneeeeeeeee!
Baby’s first laundry
Friday, January 29, 2010
21 weeks, 5 days preggo
This baby is still about 18 weeks away from arriving, and yet I did its first load of laundry last night. Wonders never cease, as Ma Ingalls would say.
It started because I was planning my weekend craft/sewing projects — ’cause I’m cool that way — and realized I wanted to start customizing some onesies I bought a few weeks ago. But do you know how tiny those things are? It was like dropping a couple of thongs into the washing machine. I needed to fill it up.
So I added the additional onesies and socks we were given after we announced my pregnancy (cute yellow and white ones), all of the handmade wipes, quilts, etc. until it filled the entire washer. Then I added the special baby detergent that I’d asked Darling Husband to pick up — smelled like babies, mmmmm.
When I pulled everything out of the dryer, everything was so teensy and cute, and it was actually fun to fold it all.
The good news? None of the handmade stuff fell apart (always a bonus!).
The bad news? I think the novelty of doing Little Baby’s laundry is not going to last.
Not Me Monday: Shopping edition
Monday, February 8, 2010
23 weeks, 1 day pregnant
- Yesterday, I did not arrive at the department store an hour before it even opened. I would never be so stunned as to not check the hours before leaving home.
- I did not kill the time by heading to Wal-Mart and buying an obscene amount of storage bins for baby stuff.
- That was totally not my secret plan all along.
- I did not pee the second I walked into Wal-Mart …
- … and the department store …
- I did not finish up at the department store and walk into the mall to find that it wasn’t open for another 20 minutes. I was not totally confused and outraged as to why one of the stores would be open an hour earlier than the rest of the mall.
- I did not camp out in the empty, closed-up food court for 20 very long minutes — waiting for A&W to open.
- I did not pounce on the A&W cashier to place my order at exactly 12:00 p.m., when they opened up.
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