Monday, September 29, 2008

So bored

And this kidlet apparently doesn't think it needs to be born.

So I'm at work and bored. And the only thing I want to do is eat. I'm not hungry, mind you, I just want something to keep me occupied. There's a bag of generic grocery store iced oatmeal cookies sitting up front in our office, those will do nicely.

So bored.

I've checked all my regular sites 892 times already. I need a new form of entertainment.

Friday, September 26, 2008

I love being a girl

Well, mostly. Even though I've already admitted I'm not a shining example of a girly girl, I do usually enjoy being of the fairer sex.

So I'm really hoping this kidlet is a girl.

We decided not to find out the sex at our Big ultrasound. We didn't find out with the kiddo, and I enjoyed the surprise when he was born. I always had an idea he was a boy, but to hear it (vaguely, in my endorphin and epidural-induced haze) announced seconds after birthing was a great experience.

So I decided I didn't want to find out again with this one. Me, the girl who isn't afraid to read movie and TV spoilers on the internet and flips to the back of the book to read if the ending is any good and still sometimes searches for Christmas presents before Christmas Eve. I don't mind being spoiled, I like it even. But for whatever reason, I didn't want to know with this pregnancy.

The hub thinks its a girl because the beginning of this pregnancy was so different than my last. My mom thinks its a girl because she thinks the profile is different in the ultrasounds we did have. My sister thinks its a girl and she has something like an 88% correct rating in guessing the sex of friends and relatives babies. I usually think its a girl until that little doubt creeps in my head and says "But, what if..."

I really want a girl. Don't get me wrong, I would definitely welcome and love another boy - I love my first little tractor, football and penis (he will share with everyone the fact he has one) obsessed little boy and brothers might be kind of fun. My house will never be clean and my furniture will take a beating, but it would be fun.

But I waaaant a giiiirl. I want to get cute pink and purple clothes and dresses and frilly (but not too frilly) socks and cute shoes and hair accessories (though, chances are she'll inherit my fine, lackluster hair and those would be all for naught anyway).

I want a little legacy that I can sing sorority songs to and dress up in blue and blue and give owl and key and fleur de lis things to (I already have her lovey picked out - the kiddo has the same thing, only in the giraffe. And he has 6 of them because they get so grungy from being dragged around everywhere and chewed on that at least one or two are always in the wash).

I want to show her that being a girl is fun and that we can be strong, independent and intelligent while still accessorizing and having cute shoes. That you can learn to change your tire by yourself and still make a kickass strawberry rhubarb pie from scratch. That you can be self-reliant and still be okay with asking for help sometimes. I think my sisters and I had a great role model in our mom and I would like to be able to be the same if I had a girl.

But first, this kidlet actually needs to be born. Which can happen any time now, okay?

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

All systems GO!

I accomplished my goal of making it through the weekend the hub was out of town without going in to labor, so that means we are Green Light for the kidlet. Actually, I wouldn't mind if this kid waited one more day or two, so it would be a Libra baby and can wear the supercute onesie my sister got me from BabyGAP.

See:
Supercute.

I was very grateful that my mom and oldest sister could stay with me for the weekend, Just In Case. As my other sister has mentioned before, we have the best parents in the world. They are always ready to come at a moment's notice if we need them, and sometimes even when we don't, just because they want to see us (or their grandkids. More likely their grandkids).

We (and by we I mean my mom and sometimes me) got a few things accomplished around the house: picked up and organized a bit in the nursery (which is still crammed with stuff that needs to go to the bathroom or is leftover from the bathroom); took three bags of old things to Goodwill; cleaned a bit in some of the other rooms; and made two meals to have in the freezer for when the kidlet does come (mmmm... hamballs).

I know my oldest sister means well, and she is my sister and I do love her, but sometimes I seriously wonder if we share the same genetics. She spent the weekend either 1) on the computer Facebooking or playing online games, 2) reading and/or watching TV, and 3) poking and messing with my belly trying to get the kidlet to move. Granted, she did keep the kiddo occupied for the better part of the weekend, and that did help a lot, but there were times *I* had to tell her to help out mom. My other sister and I think she's going through some sort of early midlife crisis - she's 36 and is just now starting to go out to bars and act like I did when I was in college. She's happy, though, so I guess I can't really say much.

The kiddo was happy because he loves seeing relatives. He even got a double dose - the ILs were there the night before because they went with the hub to Indiana. So not only did he get to have Grandma and Aunt there for the weekend, he also got to see Grandma and Grandpa. And Grandpa is WAY more fun than mom or dad.

That's one of the reasons we don't really like living where we do - we're farther away from family than we'd like. Both the hub and I grew up with family in the same town and they were a big part of our lives while growing up. We'd like to make sure our families are a big part of our kids' lives as well, but it's not as easy when you're 2 hours from one set of grandparents and 3 from the other (which, I know is not *that* far, all things considered, but we'd still like to be closer).

Friday, September 19, 2008

It's Friday, I'm in Love

[title courtesy an LJ friend, now I have that song stuck in my head]

It's a gorgeous Friday. Perfectly sunny, perfectly warm, perfectly perfect to skip out of a slow day at work and enjoy the day doing other things like shopping at Target. Too bad that's not going to happen, though.

The hub is gone until Sunday. My mom and oldest sister are coming tonight after work to spend the weekend Just In Case. I'm hoping we can get some things cleaned and organized around the house while they're here. Isn't that the point of having family visit? To pawn off the things you don't want to do yourself?

My LJ friend was discussing personal styles and tattoos in her journal. Considering I was always the unique/rebel/weird/creative one in the family, I did get a tattoo (two, actually) while I was in college. My first one is a small butterfly, about 3/4" square, on the top of my right foot.
One of my dorm floormates and I decided to go get tattoos after our first college final exam, kind of a celebration of sorts. I chose a butterfly, in part because of a song by my favorite college band, The Nadas, and in part to symbolize that I was on my own, flying free (cheesy, I know, but that's the kind of stuff you come up with when you're 18).

The second one I got about two months later. It's a flower, about 1.5" x 3" on the lower left part of my back. It has absolutely no meaning; it was just something I got because another friend was getting a tattoo and I went for moral support.

At some point, I'd like to cover that tattoo with something more meaningful. It'll probably be a few years, though, once I'm for sure done having chitlins.

My dad was not overly happy about my tattoos (or the fact that I had my navel pierced a few months after that - my freshman year of college was all about trying to be shocking or different or break away from the "good girl" I'd seen myself as in high school). Even now he just rolls his eyes when he sees them. I know he loves me, he just doesn't get why I had to go and "color all over myself."

Even now, at 29, I'm still trying to determine what my personal style is. Still trying to figure out who I am. I know what I am: wife, mother, sister, daughter, friend. But that core of me is still working on itself. I suppose it's a continual evolution.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Stick a fork in me

'Cause I am Done and ready to have this kidlet.

I really can't complain, I have fairly easy pregnancies. No wicked morning sickness; no debilitating sciatica; no constant migranes; no issues with high blood pressure or gestational diabetes. I have the usual pregnancy complaints -- my ass has its own gravitation pull; I'm more tired and out of breath than usual; I have a foot constantly in my ribs; and I've sadly developed more strech marks this time around.

I just grow really big babies. And even though I have plenty of height to grow these babies, they still take up a lot of room. Probably because the hub is tall/large himself and together our genetic code combines to create a super race of gigantic humans. Okay, not really, but it would be a great cheesy SciFi channel movie, wouldn't it?

The kiddo was born 7-10 days (depending on whether I want to go by my ovulation date or LMP date) early and was *still* 8 lbs 11 oz and 22" long. With a big, round head. A very big, round (well, not so round once it went through the birth canal) head.

They say consecutive children tend to be even larger. Dear God I hope not, otherwise by the time I get to our third (hopefully there will be a third) that one will walk out of the hospital wearing 3T clothes.

As of yet, my OB hasn't mentioned anything about this baby being of unusual size. She made an offhand comment about how it will probable be another 8 lb kid, but I think I can handle that. I hope I can handle that. I know I can handle that if I get a lovely, lovely epidural like I did with the kiddo anyway.

I also discovered at the previous week's appointment (wtih a different OB because I was in the "rotation") that I was already starting to dilate at 36 weeks. That kind of freaks me out because I was almost as far along last week as I was when my water broke with the kiddo. That means this kidlet could potentially come Any Day Now. We are so not ready for Any Day Now. Have I mentioned that I thought it would be okay for the hub to start a major bathroom renovation about a month ago and it's only just over halfway done and all the junk and crap and odds and ends that were previously in the old bathroom are now sitting around the nursery just hanging out with the stuffed animals and crib? Yeah. Definite pregnancy-related lapse in reason on my part. But the bathroom will be awesome when it's finished, so I suppose I can deal for now.

The hub is traveling back to Indiana this weekend for an awards ceremony at his Alma Mater. It's something he cannot miss. So he'll be 7+ hours away. I'm actually really disappointed that I can't be there with him, but that's not going to happen. Thankfully, my mom and my oldest sister are able to be here with me and the kiddo this weekend just in case I were to go into labor. I'm really hoping I won't. Really, really hoping. But anytime after the 21st is cool with me.

I'm just hoping this kidlet doesn't wait until October, becuase I don't know if I can handle that. Besides, I much prefer sapphires to opals and the hub has already hinted at a kidlet birthstone present like the one I got with the kiddo.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Tagged!

My loving sister tagged me with the following meme, and I always do what my sister tells me to. :p Plus, I'm procrastinating, as usual.

1. Where were you 10 years ago?
I was starting my second year of college at Iowa State, living in the sorority house and having a generally good time mostly going to my classes and going out with friends. Those were the days...

2. What is on your to-do list for today?
Take the new mommy vehicle to get groceries, go to a department picnic for the hub's work, do some more work in the bathroom, maybe do some purging/organizing of stuff that's taking up space in the nursery. OR I may end up vegging out on the couch for the afternoon. It's a tossup.

3. What if you were a billionaire?
We like to play the "if we won the lottery" game every so often, but it's never a huge amount of money, because that comes with way too much responsibility. So if we were to come into a substantial amount of money, it would probably be used something like this:
- pay off all debts
- set up trusts for children (current and future)
- give some to ILs to move to a better (newer) house
- give some to my parents to pay them back for everything they've done for us
- give to sorority foundation, alma maters and church
- buy land in the country and build dream house. Alternative plan: take over family farms
- travel!
I'm sure there's more (like hire personal stylist, chef and trainer) but those are some of the first things we'd do.

4. Name 5 places you have lived:
Hampton, Iowa
Ames, Iowa
London, England
Cedar Rapids, Iowa
Hiawatha, Iowa

Note how all of those are in Iowa except London (and I only spent a summer there)? Yeah, I don't think we'll ever be moving out of this state.

5. What are three bad habits that you have?
- Procrastinating
- Laziness
- Picking

6. What kind of snack do you like?
I'm a non-discriminatory snacker, I'll pretty much take anything that's around the house. Sometimes that even includes fruits and vegetables, though usually it's something in the C food group: chocolate, chips, crackers, cookies or cereal.

7. Who would you like to tag next?
Meh, I don't have anyone to tag.

Friday, September 12, 2008

The first step is admitting you have a problem

I'm not a particularly good girly girl. I like beauty products, I like clothes and I like getting dressed up - I'm just not always successful at putting myself together like I'd like.

It took me a while to get to this stage. I was in high school during the grunge phase so my daily wardrobe was jeans, boots and button-down shirt or sweater I pilfered from my dad's armoire or picked up a Ragstock. I'm *not* a morning person (in fact I had it timed how long it took me to get from my house to my locker at school and still make it to class just before the first bell - 6 minutes) so often I went with unstyled wet hair and little to no makeup.

That changed when I went to college and joined a sorority. I wanted to make more of an effort (well, kind of needed to if I didn't want to be "that girl" even though I'm sure I was most of the time). I discovered make-up was fun and went to the chi-chi salon in an attempt to make my lackluskter hair *do* something, anything.

I still fail at making my hair look less than bedraggled 80% of the time, but have gotten to the point where I very rarely go out of the house without makeup on. And I've discovered I have a slight addiction.

To lip gloss.

Okay, maybe more than a slight addiction. A major addiction. I swear I have no less than 30 tubes, pots, tins, wands or whathaveyou of lip gloss and/or balm stashed in various locations around the house. I have at least two in whatever purse I'm carrying at the moment. I like them all - plain, flavored, scented, colored, ultra-glossy, matte. If it goes on my mouth and isn't lipstick, it's mine.

I probably have at least half a dozen unopened ones in my catchall drawer that have been there for a few years. I see them every time I open it and think "hey, I should use that!" and then promptly forget the second I close the drawer.

My current go-to gloss in my purse is Alba Pineapple Quench clear lip gloss. It has the great benefit of being made of 70% certified organic ingredients (yay green!) and isn't overly sticky. The staying power isn't always the best, but I also have a tendency to chew off my lip gloss when I'm tired, bored or hungry, which is about 90% of the time. Plus, it smells yummy.

I'm also a big fan of the Smith's Rosebud Salve. I have both the regular and the minted, and prefer the minted only because the powdery floral scent of the regular is a bit much for me (and a certain toddler got a hand in my tin when he was about 18 months and took a big gob right out of the middle, so it's all funky-lookin'). I have the minted next to our bed and use it every night to help combat overnight dryness.

I also had a short-lived affair with DuWop Lip Venom. It's great for giving my lips (which, like my hair, are less than full) that extra oomph. Unfortunately, I lost my tube a while ago (and by a while I mean a few years) and have never gotten around to getting a new one, even though every time I visit Sephora, I tell myself I should.

Do you think there's a support group for people like me? Lip Gloss Addicts Anonymous?

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Where were you then?

As I'm sure many Americans (and probably many around the world today) are doing, I'm reminiscing what I was doing on this day seven years ago.

I had just started my first "real" job after graduating college and had been getting ready in my tiny bathroom in my tiny 1 BR apartment, listening to the radio when the DJ cut in on a song and said a plane had hit the WTC in NYC and that nobody really knew what was going on. I went to my tiny living room to turn on the TV and just sat on the couch for the next 15 minutes or so, watching the coverage. I called the hub (who was just the boyfriend at the time) and told him what had happened. I finished getting ready for work and drove the 10 or so minutes listening to updates on the radio.

When I got to my job (it was my second day there), it's all anyone could talk about. I kept refreshing various news sites looking for more information. There was a small black and white TV in the back room that was hooked up to a live news feed and we watched as the buildings came tumbling down. It was surreal. We were so removed, yet felt so much heartache for those who were there.

Though I'm definitely a country girl at heart, I do love the excitement and hustle of visiting the city. The hub and I had a chance to go to NYC with a group of friends a few years later and we went to the WTC site to visit the memorial.

It was touching and emotional to see and I'm forever grateful I had that experience.

Last year, the hub and I went back to NYC with the same group of friends and again, we went back to the site and memorial. Only this time, there were construction screens and equipment working and a general air of rebuilding. A very different atmosphere, but no less memorable.
I'm sure when I'm 80 and the grandkids ask what I was doing on that pivotal day, I'll be able to remember it just as clearly as the day it happened (I hope so anyway).

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Oh yes, it will be mine

For the past 3 years and change, our family vehicle has been a 2005 Jeep Liberty CRD - diesel. A lot of people gave us strange looks when we said it was a diesel. More than a few times I had guys [usually] comment "you know that's diesel fuel, right?" when I was filling it up. I usually just smiled and said "Yes" when in my head I wanted to affect a Valley Girl accent and respond "Ohmigod, for real? I just thought the green pump was supercute!"

Like this, only in black:With sweet heated leather seats (very nice in the Midwestern winters), 4WD, 6 CD changer and sunroof. Yeah, we were spoiled. The hub has a slight obsession with diesel trucks, mostly beacuse that's what they had on the farm when he was growing up. When I met him he was driving a mid-90s Dodge Diesel. Not exactly a dream date vehicle, but there was also an element of comfort (we had diesels on our farm, too).

When we had the kiddo in 2006, we managed to make it work with the carseat. The hub is a big guy (6'4") so that meant he was always the one driving on extended trips (he had to lean his seat back, gangsta style, to see out the windshield) and I was eating dash. Not ideal, but doable.

Unfortunately, with the impending arrival of the kidlet, we're going to have to get a new vehicle. There is no way in Hades we can fit two carseats plus two Amazon adults in the Jeep. Just not gonna happen. So we researched and tested and decided we really liked the GM crossovers. My parents had bought an Acadia earlier in the year and we were able to drive theirs and really liked everything about it.

So we had it all planned, we would trade in our Jeep, get the Saturn Outlook and everything would be peachy. Except the trade-in value on the Jeep sucked. Way sucked. We thought we were doomed. We even attempted to sell it ourselves in the hopes of getting a little more money for it, but that wasn't working either.

Thankfully fate (in the form of the current GM employee discount) stepped in last night and we were able to work it in our budget to trade-in the Jeep and get the new 2009 Saturn Outlook.

Like this:
Only in midnight blue (because that's what the dealer had in stock). And it will be ours Thursday! Hooray! It doesn't have quite all the bells and whistles the Jeep has (no sunroof and no multiple CD changer, though it does have an MP3 plug-in) I love it when people (ie, the bank) says "Here's $XXXXX. That will be in your account later today." Of course, we do have to pay it back and all that, but still. And my credit score totally rocks. It's even better than the hub's, ha!

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Goin' to the chapel

Today is the hub's and my 5th anniversary. Five wonderful years of sweet wedded bliss. Yeah right, more like 5 years of learning to live with another person (and their messes), putting my personal needs/desires aside (especially after the kiddo was born), and growing. But I wouldn't change it for the world. Even though our marriage isn't perfect (and seriously, whose is? They're lying if they tell you that) I can't imagine being married to any other man.

Man, we had a great time at our wedding. I mean, our reception involved yummy bbq from a favorite restaurant in my college town, awesome cake
and neon rotating palm trees left over from when the reception hall used to be a disco (and then a country bar when I was in college, where Thursday nights were $5 all-you-can-drink. It was classy!)
Happy Anniversary, hub! Now go finish the fricken fracken bathroom already. I'm tired of hauling my fat pregnant ass all the way downstairs multiple times a night to pee.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Boo!

I'm kind of freaked out by the fact some of my internet mom friends are already discussing what their children are going to be for Halloween. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't like Halloween (I mean, free candy, hello!), I just don't get all up into the whole grandiose costume thing. Then again, I've never had a kid old enough to care, either, so that all my change. Soon.

Halloween wasn't a big deal at our house growing up. It's kind of difficult to trick or treat when you live out in the country. Our parents would usually drive us around to relatives and a few nearby friends' houses, but that was about it. Once or twice, when I was older, I did get to ToT in town which significantly increased my candy haul.

That meant our costumes were generally pulled together about 30 minutes prior to leaving and consisted of dress up or play clothes we had around the house. One year I was a clown (costume pulled from our dress up stash and worn by both sisters at some point before me). Another I was Minnie Mouse (skirt of my own paired with a MM sweatshirt and the MM ears I got on our trip to Disneyland when I was 6). One memorable year I was Wonder Woman (kickass WW underoos worn over flannel red footie pajamas and a WW mask. What, it was cold that year!)

So I'm completely out of my element when it comes to dressing the kiddo up for Halloween. His first year, he wore an adorable monkey costume my mother made (thank God for Grandma and her magical sewing machine). He had no clue what was going on, and it was mostly so we could take pictures of him looking cute (to be used for blackmail when he's in high school) and then eat all the candy he hauled in at the three whole houses we visited.

See:
Freakin' adorable. [That's a set-up photo, btw. He did not haul in that much loot. That was courtesy of our own candy bowl.]

Last year we took a page from my childhood and dressed him up as a farmer in things we had [mostly] around the house:
Okay, so he looks like a cross between a farmer, train engineer and bank robber, but whatever. It worked and he didn't care. [The hat stayed on for approximately 3.92 seconds, btw.]

So I have no idea what we're going to do this year. I'm almost afraid to ask the kiddo what he wants to be because he's 1) old enough to actually choose something and 2) he'll change his mind 392 times before Halloween. The new kidlet will be here by then, so I think the hub will have to take the kiddo around by himself while I stay home in our nice, cozy house, doing my tradition of watching as many Harry Potter movies as possible while tossing candy out to the hoards of grabby costumed children (and a few high schoolers that think they're funny) that grace our steps.

So, any ideas for a cute but easy (and preferably cheap) costume for a largeish 2.5-year-old red-headed boy who is currently obsessed with Thomas the Tank Engine, the Backyardigans and Little Einsteins?

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

It's almost Fall!

I got my hair cut yesterday. I had to leave work a bit early because that was the only time my stylist could get me in before the end of the month, and I have serious doubts that I'd be available by the end of the month.

Anywho, my salon is in one of our local malls. As I had a little bit of time to kill before I had to go pick up the kiddo from daycare (and it's a rare treat that I get to walk -- or waddle in my current state -- around the mall by myself) I wandered around a bit. Stopped in at Bath and Body Works to check out their Wallflowers refills.

I love those Wallflowers. I don't think the hub is so enchanted, but I think they make our house smell yummy. And I'd rather my house smell yummy as opposed to stinky dog, toddler diaper and stale ass, which is what it would normally smell like if I didn't spend the money on yummy smelling things like Wallflower refills.

Despite being 88 degrees and humid as heck yesterday, it cooled down considerably today, which has definitely put me in a fall-scent kind of mood. I had a $10 coupon for the new Yankee Candle store I used last week to buy Frosted Pumpkin and Harvest scented candles. I picked up Creamy Caramel and Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin Wallfower refills yesterday. I'm definitely a sweet/spice kind of gal for the fall.

My favorite candles of all time were ones that were made in my little hometown. They came in refillable crocks so when you burned one scent down, you just cleaned out the crock and popped a new candle, in any scent you wanted, in its place. They had a cute little store in their "factory" (I use that term very losely - it was about a 6-person operation) that sold all sorts of home decor and accessories. It was all very Country Americana style, but you could find some nice items even if that wasn't your thing. Sadly, they closed down and I think only do special sales around the holidays.