our doctor's appointment this week really cheered me up. the practice i am going to is a group of 7 doctors and i have to see all of them before my last month because there is no telling who will be on call at the hospital when i go into labor. and so far they have been ok, nice but generally brief. it is sort of frustrating going to such a large practice because i don't feel like they ever take the time to actually talk to me- until today!
the doctor i had today was awwwwwesome. she actually talked to me- and listened to me talk. and answered all my questions. she even made a note in my chart that said i preferred to be called jamie instead of jennifer so they won't be shouting "PUSH, jennifer, PUSH!" and i'm screaming back at them, "jennifer WHO?" and she was totally supportive of natural birthing and suggested that i should labor at home as long as possible and eat a tasty turkey sandwich, which i thought was cute but jon immediately said, "but you don't like sandwiches." that's not the point, sir.
so, my weight is good, my blood pressure is good but on the low side (explaining the mysterious black spots i see sometimes), but what was really exciting is that she says jude is measuring big, she guesses around 3+ lbs already. i have no idea how big he is supposed to be right now but she seemed really excited that he was so big and healthy and kicking her in the listening device. which made me feel so much better about how gigantic my belly is getting. he is super extra growing, i am not eating too many cookies! so they booked my next appointment for 3 weeks from now instead of 4. after that i will go every two weeks. oh yeah and i passed the gestational diabetes screening so thank god i won't have to do the long test and stop eating brownies.
the dads are coming tomorrow to help finish up projects in the kitchen, but mainly to hook up the plumbing and the rest of the appliances (yeah!). this week we finished all the painting and trim painting so the to-do list is getting smaller. finally. i would say after next week we might have a real working kitchen but i don't want to get too excited and pee a little, so for now let's just say that things are getting done. yeah! i love this friday!
a favor from you, friends
these are the two bar stools we are down to deciding between for the new kitchen, take a look:
now clearly, the green chair is superior. it is a lovely green wipeable leather. it is also TWICE the price. the only nice part about the white/black chair is that the white cover is cloth and comes off so i can sew new ones in any fabric we choose, to match the curtains for example, and they can be switched out. the other thing we are considering is kid-sittability so we only picked stools with a full backrest. i'm not going to lie, posting them up here like this it is pretty clear that i love the green chair more -what do you think??
now clearly, the green chair is superior. it is a lovely green wipeable leather. it is also TWICE the price. the only nice part about the white/black chair is that the white cover is cloth and comes off so i can sew new ones in any fabric we choose, to match the curtains for example, and they can be switched out. the other thing we are considering is kid-sittability so we only picked stools with a full backrest. i'm not going to lie, posting them up here like this it is pretty clear that i love the green chair more -what do you think??
"fistablasting"
June 3, 2009
proudly introducing your ultimate tool for when shooting, stabbing, or punching alone just won't do the job. file this under WTF?
*i thought maybe i should go back and add that i find this funny because my dad is an antique arms collector and this thing is just really ridiculous. i emailed it to him and he said he and his friends have seen the photo around before. it's still weird. if the gun fails AND the knife fails is punching really going to help you out?
one more for the list
June 2, 2009
i almost forgot to tell you that right after my post about ridiculous reason's i've pregnant-ly cried lately, including the tricky-ness of pro-basketball players, this happened:
i cried because i don't like bud light lime. and the commercial said summer can't start until you have a bud light lime. but i don't WANT a bud light lime. it's so gross. but i do want to have a summer. so i cried and cried, about bud light lime, while jon laughed and laughed.
i could totally cry about that again right now. damn you bud light lime.
i cried because i don't like bud light lime. and the commercial said summer can't start until you have a bud light lime. but i don't WANT a bud light lime. it's so gross. but i do want to have a summer. so i cried and cried, about bud light lime, while jon laughed and laughed.
i could totally cry about that again right now. damn you bud light lime.
less than 100 days.
June 1, 2009
in less than 100 days (give or take a few) jude will be here.
holy. crap.
anyway, this is week 27, which on some calendars they count as the first week of the third trimester and on others they don't start it till next week (28). but you know, it's close enough. third trimester. 2/3 down, 1/3 to go. unless he is way early but lets all cross our fingers he stays in there as long as his little heart desires. this week the internet says he is big and stuff, and inches and stuff, but really the 'how big is the baby' thing is getting kind of old. it's just a guess - who knows what's really going on in there? besides kickboxing. that's definetly going on in there.
over the weekend we went for our hospital tour of the maternity ward. it was strange and awkward but not really surprising. we showed up right on time and found our way through the labyrinth to the check-in area only to find that lots of couples were already there, staring at us. turns out that most of the people taking the tour were WAY ahead of me. as in, about to give birth. so they were all giving us the evil eye for taking the tour so early. and compared to them i barely looked pregnant. (awkward time #1) i actually thought about getting up and giving another woman my chair at one point because i felt so awkward about it. oh well.
they showed us where to park, and then where to go, and where to check in, and what the rooms look like, etc. etc. it was fairly straightforward. the weird part was the other couples. everyone but one girl was dead silent and wouldn't ask any questions. they all looked as if they were being forced to be there, especially the menfolk. (awkwark time #2) the cute indian lady looked really alarmed, like she hadn't heard anything about birth before she showed up there and turns out she is due in 3 weeks. her husband on the other hand seemed to think he knew it all so she didn't need to worry about silly things such as where to go or packing her bag or who their pediatrician was. and several men in the group, when they did mutter a few words, let fly some horrific redneck accents. no sir, them there weren'ts the bathrooms. them there be the nurseryroom.
awkward time #3 was when the tour lady asked if anyone was considering a natural birth. and the girl who asked the all the excellent questions raised her hand, and jon looked at me, and raised his hand, and i nodded. we then proceeded to get the death glare from the entire group. yay! i'm sure as soon as we left they were all, "those damn barely pregnant extra-prepared tour takers and their natural birthing."
because yes, we are going to go for a natural birth. and i'm hesitant to tell anyone that because when you tell most ladies that you are just setting yourself up to fail. they get this smirk and the "oh, well just wait until it's time, good luck with that." it's like other women enjoy waiting till the end and then saying, "SEEE?? SEEE?? I TOLD YOU SO> THAT'S SO IMPOSSIBLE> SNARK." and you know, what am i supposed to tell people who say that kind of thing? no, i haven't been in labor before. i don't know what it's like. all i can do is give it my best shot. but gee, thanks for the support. that really helps me stay positive. and if it turns out i have a 30 hour labor or a crazy breech baby and i have an epidural will that make you feel better about yourself?
last week was crazy busy but i'm feeling pretty energetic lately overall. i'm sure saying that is a surefire way to guarantee a crappy tired day tomorrow (jinx!). but we have a new roof, the kitchen is making improvements step by step, bang got spayed, we took our tour... when is it time for resting? will there ever be resting again?
holy. crap.
anyway, this is week 27, which on some calendars they count as the first week of the third trimester and on others they don't start it till next week (28). but you know, it's close enough. third trimester. 2/3 down, 1/3 to go. unless he is way early but lets all cross our fingers he stays in there as long as his little heart desires. this week the internet says he is big and stuff, and inches and stuff, but really the 'how big is the baby' thing is getting kind of old. it's just a guess - who knows what's really going on in there? besides kickboxing. that's definetly going on in there.
over the weekend we went for our hospital tour of the maternity ward. it was strange and awkward but not really surprising. we showed up right on time and found our way through the labyrinth to the check-in area only to find that lots of couples were already there, staring at us. turns out that most of the people taking the tour were WAY ahead of me. as in, about to give birth. so they were all giving us the evil eye for taking the tour so early. and compared to them i barely looked pregnant. (awkward time #1) i actually thought about getting up and giving another woman my chair at one point because i felt so awkward about it. oh well.
they showed us where to park, and then where to go, and where to check in, and what the rooms look like, etc. etc. it was fairly straightforward. the weird part was the other couples. everyone but one girl was dead silent and wouldn't ask any questions. they all looked as if they were being forced to be there, especially the menfolk. (awkwark time #2) the cute indian lady looked really alarmed, like she hadn't heard anything about birth before she showed up there and turns out she is due in 3 weeks. her husband on the other hand seemed to think he knew it all so she didn't need to worry about silly things such as where to go or packing her bag or who their pediatrician was. and several men in the group, when they did mutter a few words, let fly some horrific redneck accents. no sir, them there weren'ts the bathrooms. them there be the nurseryroom.
awkward time #3 was when the tour lady asked if anyone was considering a natural birth. and the girl who asked the all the excellent questions raised her hand, and jon looked at me, and raised his hand, and i nodded. we then proceeded to get the death glare from the entire group. yay! i'm sure as soon as we left they were all, "those damn barely pregnant extra-prepared tour takers and their natural birthing."
because yes, we are going to go for a natural birth. and i'm hesitant to tell anyone that because when you tell most ladies that you are just setting yourself up to fail. they get this smirk and the "oh, well just wait until it's time, good luck with that." it's like other women enjoy waiting till the end and then saying, "SEEE?? SEEE?? I TOLD YOU SO> THAT'S SO IMPOSSIBLE> SNARK." and you know, what am i supposed to tell people who say that kind of thing? no, i haven't been in labor before. i don't know what it's like. all i can do is give it my best shot. but gee, thanks for the support. that really helps me stay positive. and if it turns out i have a 30 hour labor or a crazy breech baby and i have an epidural will that make you feel better about yourself?
last week was crazy busy but i'm feeling pretty energetic lately overall. i'm sure saying that is a surefire way to guarantee a crappy tired day tomorrow (jinx!). but we have a new roof, the kitchen is making improvements step by step, bang got spayed, we took our tour... when is it time for resting? will there ever be resting again?
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