The Waiting Game.
Today I am officially 39 weeks pregnant, and it feels like at least 50 now. The worst part I believe is the waiting. I'm on my last day in the office and will work from home next week, thankfully not having to go into labor at the office. Everyone at work has pretty much written me off as gone already which is kind of them on one hand, but .... leaves me without much to do on another. I know I should probably be reveling in this calm before the storm, but...it's just kind of boring.
Since I'm not home this week, there is little for me to do in general. I can't clean anything, I don't have any big projects, and I'm sure at this point even my mother is sick of my random emails throughout the day!
I'm also sick of reading about baby stuff in general, the doctors' office needs to work on their not-so-diverse reading selection. I get bombarded with mail and emails about it, we've done the whole baby's room thing, there are diapers and wipes and more clothes than this kid is ever going to wear, bath stuff, feeding stuff, nursing stuff... I'm not sure what I have left to do. Even the chair we had on back order has arrived and is waiting patiently.
I feel like during the majority of this pregnancy I've kept busy with work and life in general and none of my dreams I've even been pregnant or thought too much about it, but suddenly now I'm laying awake wondering when my water will break or if this is the day or night i'll go into labor. The online forum I used to read has become borderling annoying in general with everyone putting up announcements of their little blessings and not much else. (side note on that no one wants to see a picture of your stomach, honestly).
So, until the big event...i'll be here, just waiting.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Ok, so I haven't blogged in awhile. I had a few things on my mind. Namely, I got knocked up again and that sort of makes every other little pizzly thing i ever whined about look null and void and quite childish and pathetic. Stop whining about traffic and latte lines, you have a fetus in you now. Point taken.
So, I may be over that initial shock now that i'm a good solid 32 weeks in and counting. They tell me this time it's a boy. I'm actually quite pleased, one of each now and although I won't be using the insanely adorable girl clothes I've been storing for 8 years, I will get to reuse the crib, baby swing (minus a leg thanks bro), and highchair. It's almost nostalgic. It has been awhile though, and I am fairly certain we have NO idea what we're getting ourselves into again. I'm positive it will be completely different and not in an easier, heck i've done this before kind of way.
Yes, I think being a first time mom in your mid-20's is blissful ignorance compared to all the things on our plate at 33. Including 2 large dogs. Aside from the financial concerns, I want to get everything done and ready for this baby now because it's getting physically harder to do everything, everyday. Getting out of bed is a physical chore and lord help me if something falls on the floor! I'm not picking it up. Soemone get over here and do it! I don't remember feeling exactly like this before, but it was a long time ago. I definitely don't remember my fingers hurting from swelling, or being winded walking up stairs, but that's probably just the difference between pregnancy at 25 vs. 33. Not only am I convinced I'm not going to last much longer than another 4 weeks, I'm hoping that's true because it really is physically taxing and -in contrast to the previous pregnancy- I actually have a FT job i'm expected to show up for and stay for 9 hours. That I have objections to on a plethera of levels, but it is what it is. I thought initially I'd be here til my water broke but now I'm jealous of that manager who got put on bed rest after only 20 weeks or so.
It's going to be a whole new dynamic at home, and I imagine a sharp turn in blog topics if I keep it going. My daughter is such a fun and unique person, I am looking forward to learning what this little guy is like. I can't help but hope he's a little bit more like me :) than my safety queen at home. Although, I can imagine I'll have to do actual baby-proofing and with her I really didn't have to do anything because she always stayed wherever you put her. I honestly can't imagine what it's like to have scores of multiple children like on those TLC shows. I never even feel like I have enough time to give one child, with another one on the way I keep hoping I'll somehow learn to juggle time and attention enough for two but I know it will never feel like enough. How can you split your time with 19? Or 8? Or 6? Time will tell..
So, I may be over that initial shock now that i'm a good solid 32 weeks in and counting. They tell me this time it's a boy. I'm actually quite pleased, one of each now and although I won't be using the insanely adorable girl clothes I've been storing for 8 years, I will get to reuse the crib, baby swing (minus a leg thanks bro), and highchair. It's almost nostalgic. It has been awhile though, and I am fairly certain we have NO idea what we're getting ourselves into again. I'm positive it will be completely different and not in an easier, heck i've done this before kind of way.
Yes, I think being a first time mom in your mid-20's is blissful ignorance compared to all the things on our plate at 33. Including 2 large dogs. Aside from the financial concerns, I want to get everything done and ready for this baby now because it's getting physically harder to do everything, everyday. Getting out of bed is a physical chore and lord help me if something falls on the floor! I'm not picking it up. Soemone get over here and do it! I don't remember feeling exactly like this before, but it was a long time ago. I definitely don't remember my fingers hurting from swelling, or being winded walking up stairs, but that's probably just the difference between pregnancy at 25 vs. 33. Not only am I convinced I'm not going to last much longer than another 4 weeks, I'm hoping that's true because it really is physically taxing and -in contrast to the previous pregnancy- I actually have a FT job i'm expected to show up for and stay for 9 hours. That I have objections to on a plethera of levels, but it is what it is. I thought initially I'd be here til my water broke but now I'm jealous of that manager who got put on bed rest after only 20 weeks or so.
It's going to be a whole new dynamic at home, and I imagine a sharp turn in blog topics if I keep it going. My daughter is such a fun and unique person, I am looking forward to learning what this little guy is like. I can't help but hope he's a little bit more like me :) than my safety queen at home. Although, I can imagine I'll have to do actual baby-proofing and with her I really didn't have to do anything because she always stayed wherever you put her. I honestly can't imagine what it's like to have scores of multiple children like on those TLC shows. I never even feel like I have enough time to give one child, with another one on the way I keep hoping I'll somehow learn to juggle time and attention enough for two but I know it will never feel like enough. How can you split your time with 19? Or 8? Or 6? Time will tell..
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
Top Ten Tuesday!
Albeit I did forget what 'plan' I was on I think I've gotten quite good at finding things to do at work while the 'work' part is on the light side. If I really thought about it 99% would be internet related but I'll try and reach beyond that.
10. Write thank you notes or letters or mail things in general. The fact that the postal system still exists for more than just online ordering and package delivery is fascinating enough to actually use it. And who doesnt' love an actual letter these days? Although I do prefer typing over writing cuz i'm faster, you can actual read the result, and you get that pesky little writing bump on my ring finger. Thanks a lot third grade penmenship competitions Jill Middaugh always won.
9. Get coffee. This is why this actually exists, to kill time and create social situations. Not cuz it actual tastes that great.
8. Go to the gym. Ok it might not be glaringly obvious that this is routine for me, I could look much worse if I didn't. An hour at the gym is one less at the desk.
7. IM about the person next to me to the person behind me. I think this is why gtalk was invented, to talk about people in different cubes with people in different cubes without the rest of them knowing about it. LOL. Cackle cackle. They get it.
6. Clean up desk. Yeah maybe I don't need whatever this is I can't remember for...
5. Read Express. I love short blurbs of information, I don't know if it's our growing generation of ADD victims or what, but I can't handle the long winded versions of stuff I don't really care about anyways.
4. Let's follow that up with Soduko in the Express. You know, when I'm on break...
3. Check email, check email, check other email account, then repeat. You know, just incase I miss that email about $2 off scrubbing bubbles or that DSW is having yet another sale.
2. Photoshop fun! What better exercise for your marketable skills than photoshopping heads on other bodies and the like? None I tell you, none!
#1! Blog! Oh you knew that was coming!
Monday, February 01, 2010
Here we are again,
Another brilliant work week beginning! Mine started with a near heart attack as the Dora the Explorer alarm clock my now 7 year-old has rejected woke me up with a shrill "Vominos!!" Which is the most inhumane way of waking up a person. I'm not surprised she wanted this thing OUT of her room and took my awesome blowfish alarm clock in it's stead. Well played daughter, well played.
The weekend provided us with a few inches of snow, which really normally for most areas doens't mean much, but people decided around me that they needed to (again) protect 'their' parking spaces with random items such as patio chairs, lounges, and styrofoam buggie boards. I honestly debated parking directly over that last one just to prove a point. It made some sense when people did this the time we had 2 feet of snow, but it rendered a little patheticness this time around -not to mention the jazzy condo newsletter spelled out specifically NOT to do this and mentioned patio lounges.
Well, I got some interesting news. The husband is going to CA for work in 2 weeks which means, I HAVE to go. The 'have to' being, I will not allow him to go without me. It's my chance to see what the west coast is like, maybe even work in the west coast office for a few days and see how that goes. I don't want to get my hopes up but BEST BIRTHDAY GIFT EVER!!!! I'm sure my kid will freak and not agree, but I want her to know it's okay to do things just for you sometimes...plus she can't miss anymore school or social services will be calling me. So everyone cross your fingers for me!! CAli!!!!!!
Another brilliant work week beginning! Mine started with a near heart attack as the Dora the Explorer alarm clock my now 7 year-old has rejected woke me up with a shrill "Vominos!!" Which is the most inhumane way of waking up a person. I'm not surprised she wanted this thing OUT of her room and took my awesome blowfish alarm clock in it's stead. Well played daughter, well played.
The weekend provided us with a few inches of snow, which really normally for most areas doens't mean much, but people decided around me that they needed to (again) protect 'their' parking spaces with random items such as patio chairs, lounges, and styrofoam buggie boards. I honestly debated parking directly over that last one just to prove a point. It made some sense when people did this the time we had 2 feet of snow, but it rendered a little patheticness this time around -not to mention the jazzy condo newsletter spelled out specifically NOT to do this and mentioned patio lounges.
Well, I got some interesting news. The husband is going to CA for work in 2 weeks which means, I HAVE to go. The 'have to' being, I will not allow him to go without me. It's my chance to see what the west coast is like, maybe even work in the west coast office for a few days and see how that goes. I don't want to get my hopes up but BEST BIRTHDAY GIFT EVER!!!! I'm sure my kid will freak and not agree, but I want her to know it's okay to do things just for you sometimes...plus she can't miss anymore school or social services will be calling me. So everyone cross your fingers for me!! CAli!!!!!!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
So I've come up with a plan to put more focus/organization into this blog. (I know, single slow clap in the distance). And it's called, an outline! Yes, not just for 8th grade book reports anymore! The blog outline can keep you in-line and focused so you can easily plan the day-to-day rants! WEll, here's how I see it going down:
Mondays' will be Dear Monday, followed by whatever horrendous events occured on the weekend or against me in any way, shape, or form.
Tuesdays' will be Top Ten Tuesdays when i count down something I came up with 5 seconds before it flew out of my fingers.
Wednesdays will be Whine-about-Wednesdays, you can use your imagination on that.
Thursdays will be Traffic Reports in which I regal you with some tale of my commuting adventures. I sit on K street for a full 20 minutes by a bus stop, you'd be surprised.
Fridays will be a Free for All.
I don't blog on weekends. It's against my religion. So, it keeping with my new outline, which I'll have to write on a post-it and stick somewhere so I don't deviate, I bring you my first:
Traffic Report Thursday
This week I felt like small vehicles get the shaft more often than not in traffic. I was cut off by an SUV behind a pick up I was trying to make space for so he'd stop lane straddeling and then -woooosh!! In comes the suburban. What the hell am I going to do? Nothing, thats' what. Happens all the time.
I thought for sure I actually witnessed an accident on Monday though. I'm sitting on K st (as always) and a cop car with it's lights on is coming towards me in the far right lane and then makes a wide Left turn into crossing pedestrians and stops short and gets out of the car. It's raining, it's dark, but I saw stuff (bags or brief case) on the ground in front of the patrol vehicle. Then I see the cop helping some girl in blue argyle move onto the sidewalk and she's covering her face with her hands. I swear this cop hit her with his car while making a completely illegal traffic maneuver. She was not in the crosswalk, but about 8-10 feet in front of it. I wonder how that will all go down in court. She didn't look hurt but if you get hit with a moving vehicle, I don't think it matters much how fast/slow they're going, it probably leaves a scratch or two. Is the cop going to get away with this move because she was technically 'jay walking'? I really hope not.
I always love how cops can just put their lights on and do whatever illegal traffic manuever they feel like. I mean, great if they're actually going to the scene of a crime (not creating one) but I bet 9 times out of 10 they're just late to get the videos back at Blockbuster or trying to make it to the McDonalds' drive-thru before they switch from breakfast to lunch. Cuz if I had that power, I'd use it to. The heck with sitting in traffic, turn on those lights!
Mondays' will be Dear Monday, followed by whatever horrendous events occured on the weekend or against me in any way, shape, or form.
Tuesdays' will be Top Ten Tuesdays when i count down something I came up with 5 seconds before it flew out of my fingers.
Wednesdays will be Whine-about-Wednesdays, you can use your imagination on that.
Thursdays will be Traffic Reports in which I regal you with some tale of my commuting adventures. I sit on K street for a full 20 minutes by a bus stop, you'd be surprised.
Fridays will be a Free for All.
I don't blog on weekends. It's against my religion. So, it keeping with my new outline, which I'll have to write on a post-it and stick somewhere so I don't deviate, I bring you my first:
Traffic Report Thursday
This week I felt like small vehicles get the shaft more often than not in traffic. I was cut off by an SUV behind a pick up I was trying to make space for so he'd stop lane straddeling and then -woooosh!! In comes the suburban. What the hell am I going to do? Nothing, thats' what. Happens all the time.
I thought for sure I actually witnessed an accident on Monday though. I'm sitting on K st (as always) and a cop car with it's lights on is coming towards me in the far right lane and then makes a wide Left turn into crossing pedestrians and stops short and gets out of the car. It's raining, it's dark, but I saw stuff (bags or brief case) on the ground in front of the patrol vehicle. Then I see the cop helping some girl in blue argyle move onto the sidewalk and she's covering her face with her hands. I swear this cop hit her with his car while making a completely illegal traffic maneuver. She was not in the crosswalk, but about 8-10 feet in front of it. I wonder how that will all go down in court. She didn't look hurt but if you get hit with a moving vehicle, I don't think it matters much how fast/slow they're going, it probably leaves a scratch or two. Is the cop going to get away with this move because she was technically 'jay walking'? I really hope not.
I always love how cops can just put their lights on and do whatever illegal traffic manuever they feel like. I mean, great if they're actually going to the scene of a crime (not creating one) but I bet 9 times out of 10 they're just late to get the videos back at Blockbuster or trying to make it to the McDonalds' drive-thru before they switch from breakfast to lunch. Cuz if I had that power, I'd use it to. The heck with sitting in traffic, turn on those lights!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
I do have dreams.
Not the 'I want to be president someday' kind. Wierd-ass, where did that come from and why are you telling me kind. Since I've always bugged my mother with them and she's not there in the AM for it now, guess what? I"m sharing via blog!
Last night I had a dream in which the pope was very corrupt, just like any other man. ONly he was required to sign everyones tax return. WE were like buds (so not even religious) so he signed mine right away so I could go do whatever. I think I was waiting for the bus with a stick bug. I also was friends with a guy who owned a dive bar (also not true) and everyone at the college hung out there while waiting for the pope to sign taxes and get on a bus. It was tiny, wooden sticky floors, one wall windows, few tall tables and bar stools. Some person with a baby resembling the Benjiman Button baby with it's nose clogged with green snot wanted me to remedy the situation. I looked at it (eww) and was like "you want me to suck it out?" I declined and recommended one of those rubber ball syringes they use at hospitals for just that. Snot sucking. (may have something to do with my current lingering cold)
Then I got to go into the back 'residential' part of the bar, which was a giant palatial palace with a bowling alley and art gallery. I said to the dude I knew there was more to this building. It had long corridors and secret passageways. And wooden doors with windows like in old detective movies.
So themes would be me in on secrets, (not usually the case) still waiting for some random bus everyone is taking to somewhere, snot, bugs, and there was a girl that I was friends with, a black girl and she and I kept crossign paths while preparing for this bus.
And a special thanks to Chloe for waking me up at 3:30AM to open a water bottle, after which I had trouble falling back asleep and wanted to cry at the idea of getting up at 7:anything AM.
Not the 'I want to be president someday' kind. Wierd-ass, where did that come from and why are you telling me kind. Since I've always bugged my mother with them and she's not there in the AM for it now, guess what? I"m sharing via blog!
Last night I had a dream in which the pope was very corrupt, just like any other man. ONly he was required to sign everyones tax return. WE were like buds (so not even religious) so he signed mine right away so I could go do whatever. I think I was waiting for the bus with a stick bug. I also was friends with a guy who owned a dive bar (also not true) and everyone at the college hung out there while waiting for the pope to sign taxes and get on a bus. It was tiny, wooden sticky floors, one wall windows, few tall tables and bar stools. Some person with a baby resembling the Benjiman Button baby with it's nose clogged with green snot wanted me to remedy the situation. I looked at it (eww) and was like "you want me to suck it out?" I declined and recommended one of those rubber ball syringes they use at hospitals for just that. Snot sucking. (may have something to do with my current lingering cold)
Then I got to go into the back 'residential' part of the bar, which was a giant palatial palace with a bowling alley and art gallery. I said to the dude I knew there was more to this building. It had long corridors and secret passageways. And wooden doors with windows like in old detective movies.
So themes would be me in on secrets, (not usually the case) still waiting for some random bus everyone is taking to somewhere, snot, bugs, and there was a girl that I was friends with, a black girl and she and I kept crossign paths while preparing for this bus.
And a special thanks to Chloe for waking me up at 3:30AM to open a water bottle, after which I had trouble falling back asleep and wanted to cry at the idea of getting up at 7:anything AM.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Dear Monday,
What did I ever do to you? I'm not sure what it is lately, but I dont' like it. Is it the weather? January tends to give everyone Seasonal Effective Disorder (i.e. SAD thank you 30-Rock) but it's actually 61 degrees out here in D.C. in January which tops the temperatures I experienced in Key West on vacation 2 weeks ago -which does sort of piss me off that not only did I pay for a flight, dog-boarding, rental car, but I wasted 56 hours of PTO for what was hailed as coldest temperature in 112 years. Thanks weather gods. Thanks a friggin LOT.
In the past I've been claiming I have no goals, well guess what? I have decided on a goal: Move to the West coast. Mud-slides, earthquakes, bankrupt state, and wild-fires be damned. I want to live in California. Despite the fact I have never actually been to California, I know I belong there. I am quirkly, creative, hate working, look good with beach hair, own a dog. I mean, what more do I need?
I think that certain people fit in in certain places better, and I'm just not really cut-out for D.C. I don't like wearing black. I only have one pair of black shoes, I refuse to carry a black purse, don't care about politics AT ALL, and I've said time and time again my lack of career goals. Ambiton, meh. My sister in law, she belongs here. She LOVES it here, she LovES politics, she's ambitious as all get out. She actually knows what is going on here, me, really my sole source of world news is the Express my coworker hands me every morning and maybe an episode of the Daily show. She wears black all the time. I'm that wierd one in the cubicle with all the color swatches b.c. the drab grey is killing my spirit. Look at me, I have on a multi-ruffled dress and leggings with Lacoste flats. I so don't fit in here. So, i've decided once of for all: I need to live on the west coast where at the very least it's sunny. Even when everything else is going wrong, the weather is great!
How I will accomplish this goal, I am not sure yet. It would be easier if I knew someone in Cali, if I knew ANYONE in cali, if my job would just transfer me there or if I could even sell my G.D. house in this market, but so far none of those things are coming to fruition. I'll have to work on that. If anyone has ever done a coastal relocation I'd like to hear how that went. In the meantime, I will be mentally estimating which of my worldly belongings are worthy of a coastal relocation, and purging the rest via craigslist and ebay and good old salvation army. It was a lot easier to move when everything fit in my car but I suppose those days are gone. I really am serious about this so I will consider this:
Day 1 of Project Coastal Relocation. Now, I will make my interests known to Corporate and see what might be available for me in their Newport office.
What did I ever do to you? I'm not sure what it is lately, but I dont' like it. Is it the weather? January tends to give everyone Seasonal Effective Disorder (i.e. SAD thank you 30-Rock) but it's actually 61 degrees out here in D.C. in January which tops the temperatures I experienced in Key West on vacation 2 weeks ago -which does sort of piss me off that not only did I pay for a flight, dog-boarding, rental car, but I wasted 56 hours of PTO for what was hailed as coldest temperature in 112 years. Thanks weather gods. Thanks a friggin LOT.
In the past I've been claiming I have no goals, well guess what? I have decided on a goal: Move to the West coast. Mud-slides, earthquakes, bankrupt state, and wild-fires be damned. I want to live in California. Despite the fact I have never actually been to California, I know I belong there. I am quirkly, creative, hate working, look good with beach hair, own a dog. I mean, what more do I need?
I think that certain people fit in in certain places better, and I'm just not really cut-out for D.C. I don't like wearing black. I only have one pair of black shoes, I refuse to carry a black purse, don't care about politics AT ALL, and I've said time and time again my lack of career goals. Ambiton, meh. My sister in law, she belongs here. She LOVES it here, she LovES politics, she's ambitious as all get out. She actually knows what is going on here, me, really my sole source of world news is the Express my coworker hands me every morning and maybe an episode of the Daily show. She wears black all the time. I'm that wierd one in the cubicle with all the color swatches b.c. the drab grey is killing my spirit. Look at me, I have on a multi-ruffled dress and leggings with Lacoste flats. I so don't fit in here. So, i've decided once of for all: I need to live on the west coast where at the very least it's sunny. Even when everything else is going wrong, the weather is great!
How I will accomplish this goal, I am not sure yet. It would be easier if I knew someone in Cali, if I knew ANYONE in cali, if my job would just transfer me there or if I could even sell my G.D. house in this market, but so far none of those things are coming to fruition. I'll have to work on that. If anyone has ever done a coastal relocation I'd like to hear how that went. In the meantime, I will be mentally estimating which of my worldly belongings are worthy of a coastal relocation, and purging the rest via craigslist and ebay and good old salvation army. It was a lot easier to move when everything fit in my car but I suppose those days are gone. I really am serious about this so I will consider this:
Day 1 of Project Coastal Relocation. Now, I will make my interests known to Corporate and see what might be available for me in their Newport office.
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