Archive | August, 2005

Ask And You Shall Receive

31 Aug

Remember how I asked for a shirt for my birthday?

My brother, Chuck, and his wife, Audra came through. Photographic evidence below.

Front view:
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Back view (this was Chuck’s own personal touch):
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Shopping

31 Aug

There is nothing to make me feel my age like shopping for day care. It’s also a bit strange, because I’m in the fat, not obviously pregnant stage, so I get questions about my child’s name and age, and I have to answer that it will be born in February. Reno has experienced such a population boom that there aren’t enough day cares, and waiting lists are between 6 months and a year. Hence why I have to get motivated and shop NOW.

Shopping for day care is a bit depressing. I think it’s mainly due to the fact that my mom stayed at home with me, and I always assumed I’d do the same with my children. However, due to many circumstances, that’s not really an option, so I’m spending my lunch hours this week touring day cares.

And even more depressing is the fact that most of these day cares are closer to my work than our house, meaning the task of dropping off and picking up our little darling will fall on my shoulders. Anyone want to be our nanny?

New Home Sweet Home

29 Aug

We are thrilled that our offer was accepted on the house that we’ve been drooling over for almost three months. It is 4 bedrooms, 2.5 baths, 2,609 square feet with a living room, family room (with gas fireplace), 3 car garage, RV parking, a shed, a greenhouse, and a waterfall with a pond. It’s also on a third acre lot, which is really nice. The neighborhood is quiet and well maintained. It will be a wonderful home in which to raise children! We move in the last week in September.

I wish the realtor had posted more pictures of the property on MLS, but this is all that was posted:

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Birthday Wishes Come True

28 Aug

My birthday turned out really well. First of all, we heard back that our offer on the house we’ve been wanting since the beginning of June was accepted. Yeah!!! It’s not the house with the pool, but it does have a pond and a waterfall in the back yard. We’ll think of it as the dog bath/automatic waterer. (Just kidding!!!)

Then I went to the doctor’s, where I had a bit of a scare… The doctor couldn’t find the baby’s heartbeat. That kind of freaked me out, but the doctor didn’t seem concerned at all. He offered to do a quick ultrasound just so that we could double check that everything is OK, meaning I got to see our baby moving and its heart beating strong. That is so reassuring. The doctor said, “see, it’s just chillin’ out on its back there”.

I also got to schedule our in-depth ultrasound appointment, where we will *hopefully* find out what flavor of baby we’re getting… They’re actually going to perform this sonogram on September 6, which will put me at 16.5 weeks. They usually make you wait until 20 weeks, so this was a lovely suprise! Let’s hope that the bun has baked long enough to show us exactly what is cooking in there!!!

We had a great weekend camping with my brothers, sister-in-laws, nephews and niece. I got in plenty of baby cuddling time, and also got to do some (extremely tame) mountain biking, boating and swimming. That was probably my last bout of mountain biking for quite a while, but I really enjoyed it.

In My Next 30 Years

26 Aug

Crap, it finally happened. I’m no longer a twenty something. This getting older thing sucks.

JB had a chocolate bouquet delivered to my office this morning. I now have plenty of chocolate to last me through the rest of the pregnancy!

And, in honor of this passing of an era, I am doing a song dedication to myself, and my faithful readers. Tim McGraw sings a great song called My Next 30 Years. I find its lyrics very applicable today.

My Next 30 Years

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

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 doin’ here in my next thirty years.

For my next thirty years I’m gonna watch my weight (like I did for the first 30!)

Eat a few more salads and not stay up so late

Drink a little lemonade and not so many beers

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 husband

Spend precious moments with the ones that I hold dear

Make up for lost time here in my next thirty years.

Raving Mad Pregnant Woman

25 Aug

I love my Ob-gyn. I had no thoughts of changing doctors once I got pregnant. The problem with her is that she is TOO popular.

When I got pregnant, I called the office, and they scheduled an appointment 6 weeks out for my first pregnancy check up. The day of the appointment, one hour before that appointment, the doctor’s office called to cancel because the doctor was sick.

That’s not cool. I had been looking forward to that appointment more than Christmas, because I needed to know everything is OK. They ended up rescheduling it for 2 days later, which was acceptable.

But today, I get a call to hear that my 16 week appointment, scheduled for next Wednesday, has been cancelled because my doctor will be doing surgery. I was then told that she could see me September 21.

Are you friggen kidding me?! Want to see the claws come out? Try to deny a pregnant woman proper prenatal care.

I told the scheduler that was absolutely not acceptable, and that would essentially mean I’d be skipping one of my monthly appointments, and I’m not going to put off the blood tests and heartrate tests that I’m due for.

After putting me on hold for about 10 minutes, she came back with an appointment tomorrow. It’s with another doctor, but at this point, I really don’t care. I need monthly assurance that my baby is OK. If not, you have to deal with RAVING MAD PREGNANT WOMAN.

(cue the super hero music)

Seriously, if this happens again, I may have to start shopping for a new doc.

More Good Fortune

25 Aug

Yesterday, I went to PF Changs for lunch, where my fortune cookie had not one, not two, but three fortunes. How fortunate am I?!

Here they are:

“Good things come in small packages.”
Um, yeah, like the baby in my belly! Details from BabyCenter: At around 4 inches long, crown to rump, your baby now weighs about 2 1/2 ounces. He’s busy inhaling and exhaling amniotic fluid, which will help develop the air sacs in his lungs. His legs are growing longer than his arms now, and he can move all his joints and limbs. That means his hands are more functional, too. Sweat glands are appearing, and although his eyelids are fused shut, he can sense light. If you shine a flashlight at your tummy, he’s likely to move away from the beam. There’s not much for your baby to taste at this point, but his taste buds are beginning to form.

“Be prepared for the truth.”
Um, that’s a bit scary… Perhaps the truth is what gender this baby will be, which we’ll find out in October. Or, is the truth whether or not our fourth house offer, submitted today, will fly?

“You will be successful in whatever you do.”
I take this to mean that I’ll be a good momma. Either that, or we’ll be successful in buying a new house, in which we’ve been failures so far! Escrow on our current home closes the first week in October, so the clock is ticking, and not in our favor!