Archive | October, 2005

Halloween Weekend Photos

31 Oct

OK, here are the photos from this past weekend… Click on the extended entry to see them (as I save bandwidth for those of you on dial up that complain when I post a bunch of pictures!).
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Unveiling the Halloween Costume

31 Oct

After determining I didn’t have a way to pull off a pregnant Jennifer Garner costume, I went with the pregnant nun costume… My brother and sister-in-law had an extra nun costume, and it happened to fit rather snugly around my belly, so I didn’t have to accentuate my belly any more.

These pics shall serve as the documentation of my belly at 6 months.



I have more pics from this weekend to post later today!


27 Oct

So I’m now in search of a Halloween costume for a party on Saturday… I had originally thought I’d be a nun (ha – pregnant nun!), but am now thinking that may be generic.

My latest idea — I could dress up like Jennifer Garner! I have the belly, could blow dry my hair straight, but what else should I wear???

Please leave suggestions in the comments or e-mail them to me!

6 Month Check Up

27 Oct

Just back from my 6 month doctor appointment. Everything is looking good for our little girl. My stomach is measuring 24 centimeters (you’re supposed to be 1 centimeter for each week, and I hit week 24 tomorrow). Her heartbeat measured at a healthy 141 bpm, and my blood pressure and pulse are both looking good. The doctor even said my weight was right on target, which was comforting, because I wanted to cry this morning when I saw that I had gained a total of 14 pounds. *cringe*

I got triple confirmation that doing ab work and crunches on my back are OK, though the doctor said they might be more challenging to do now (that is an understatement!).

We get to have an ultrasound at next month’s appointment just for fun, which should show a dramtic difference from the 4 month ultrasound pics I posted on the site!

That’s all from Belly Land, where it’s all about the Belly.

Belly Envy

27 Oct

I went to the kick boxing/salsa class again last night. I really like the kick boxing part, and figured I’d tough it through the salsa one more time.

The other pregnant lady was there again last night, and once again, the aerobics instructor was all about her… She’d cheer, “yeah for baby”, then ask, “do you know what it is?”, and then she’d say, “Momma, be careful on this move.”

And meanwhile, me and my belly are feeling very neglected. I really want people to know that I’m not just fat — I have a good reason for this new spare tire and pot belly! And I’m kicking butt in kick boxing for being 6 months pregnant!!!

I know it’s silly, but I use all of this belly envy as motivation to out-do what the other pregnant lady is doing in class. It helps my ego just a bit…

Celebrity Gossip

26 Oct

I’m usually the one in our marriage that is up on celebrity gossip. It’s a side effect of working online 40+ hours a week.

Anyway, last night, as we were watching the World Series (i.e. longest and most uneventful game EVER – 14 innings, people!), JB proudly states, “Guess who broke up?”

I had no idea.

JB: Jessica Simpson and Nich Lachey.
Me: Are you sure? That rumor has been flying around, but they’re denying it.
JB: Yes, I’m sure.
Me: I would have thought I would have heard something about that..
JB: Well, it’s true.

I shook my head, and of course, when I got online today, I searched around, and found that I was right — it’s still a rumor at this point, a rumor that is being denied by the celebrities’ camps.

It just makes me chuckle, though. JB was pretty proud to have some celebrity gossip of his own. Too bad it wasn’t right…

Someone Else’s Star

25 Oct

Listening to Internet Radio again, and Bryan White’s song Someone Else’s Star came on. For years, I thought of this as my anthem. I didn’t understand why it seemed that everyone around me was finding the loves of their lives, and I remained alone. I prayed every night for my prince to come. I used every birthday wish for love. I wished on the first star and every shooting star. For the longest time, I thought it might be in vain.

Hearing this song again today gave me renewed appreciation for JB, and the love he has brought into my life. I’m now living the life I dreamed of as a little girl, and really, who could ask for more than that?

So, I dedicate this song go all of you that feel like you’re wishing on someone else’s star. You may feel that way, but keep the hope, because as long as that hope is alive, you’ll meet your true love when the time is right.

Someone Else’s Star
By Bryan White

Alone again tonight, without someone to love.
The stars are shining bright so one more wish goes up.
Oh, I wish I may and I wish with all my might.
For the love I’m dreaming of and missing in my life.

You’d think that I could find a true love of my own.
It happens all the time to people that I know.
Their wishes all come true so I’ve got to believe.
There’s still someone out there who is meant for only me.

I guess I must be wishing on someone else’s star.
It seems like someone else keeps gettin what I’m wishing for.
Why can’t I be as lucky as those other people are?
I guess I must be wishing, on someone else’s star.

I sit here in the dark and stare up at the sky,
But I can’t give my heart one good reason why.
Everywhere I look it’s lovers that I see.
It seems like everyone’s in love with everyone but me.

DVR Rules

25 Oct

We just got Dish Satellite TV a few weeks ago, and I’m loving it! The DVR recording is an awesome feature… I can now catch Oprah and Sex and the City EVERY DAY! Woo! Last night, as I was making dinner, then subsequently chicken salad and cranberry bread (it was a full-on cooking frenzy), I had my own personal Sex and the City marathon.

What did I do before I could pause live TV and record so easily? That’s right, I missed stuff and watched way too many commercials!

Weekend Update

24 Oct

This weekend, I…

  • Went out to dinner with JB at The Grill, a hip and more upscale restaurant. We had a little table in a corner that required us to sit next to each other, which was fun and romantic.
  • Aerated and fertilized our lawn (yawn).
  • Went on a lovely hike with some friends to view the Fall colors on the Aspens. Unfortunately, when I whipped out the camera to get pictures for all of you, I realized I had forgotten the memory card. Took some great mental pictures.
  • Discovered that hiking was rough on my loosening ligaments, as it did a number on my hips. Have never had my hips hurt before.
  • Watched in horror as my stretch marks went from little pink dots to three inch long stretch marks over the course of two nights. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!
  • Had girls night out with my sister-in-law, niece, and a friend. Ate yummy Thai food, and chatted the evening away.
  • Did more work around the house on Sunday, and cooked a kick-butt supper of bbq pork ribs and garlic mashed potatoes. Yum!

It’s starting to dawn on me just how much I love the area that we’re now living in. It is really close to incredible hiking, and is also so much closer to family and friends. I actually have a social life on the weekends again! Woo!

Your Mental Image of the Day

20 Oct

What’s funnier than a pregnant woman doing kick boxing?!

I’ll tell you, it’s a pregnant woman doing salsa dancing.

I am not kidding! I went to my normal kick boxing class last night. I was happy to see another pregnant woman in there. The instructor even made a comment about that woman, saying, “baby likes it”! I felt a bit humbled. You see, that woman was skinny and had a well defined bump. I, on the other hand, look like I have a brand new spare tire and a pot belly. I still don’t feel like I look obviously pregnant, just super chubby, which isn’t good for my body image!

Any way, 30 minutes into the class, the instructor said we were going to change gears. I noticed the other pregnant woman leaving at that point. At the time, I thought, hmph, I can finish a class at least! What I didn’t know is that she was being ever so wise.

Because, next thing I knew, the class had done a complete 180, and we were being led through a salsa routine.

I’m white, if you haven’t noticed, and I totally dance like it. I may be able to follow along with all of the steps, but it really doesn’t look like I’m salsa dancing, because I can’t seem to get that seductive hip motion incorporated with my steps.

And let me tell you, it was even uglier as I tried to do this in my pregnant body… *cringe*

Oh, well, I still got a pretty good workout. I’m not sure if I can convince myself to go back to that class, though.

My American Idol

19 Oct

Back on October 2, my brother, Greg, completed the Nissan Xterra USA Championship triathlon. The course, which is considered the toughest and most scenic in the Nissan Xterra Championship Series, combined a 1 mile swim in Lake Tahoe (which was 60 degrees and had white caps the day of the race), a 22 mile mountain bike ride that clumbs 2,500 feet in the Sierras, and a 6.2 mile run.

Greg said that something like 50 swimmers were pulled out of the water that day because the water was so rough. But not my brother, the man who did this race with a cold and a touch of the stomach flu (hence, he didn’t eat anything the morning of the race).

Wow. Pure insanity, but the man is a machine. I mean, regular triathlons are tough, but this one adds in extreme mountain biking and trail running. I’m amazed.

Pics of my bro below… What’s next, Greg? The Ironman?!



This part of the course was so steep that it was mandatory to walk your bike:


And here he is running across the finish line, with Jack cheering him on:


Date Night Was A Success

17 Oct

I mentioned last week that I had declared Date Night on Saturday. Between the moving and JB’s overtime and his band, there hasn’t been any quality time for us. I had begun telling him how much I missed him, but that wasn’t doing any good.

So, I asked my husband out on a date for Saturday night, and wouldn’t give him the slightest clue as to what we were doing.

I had planned to take him to dinner at a nice Italian restaurant, but house projects got in the way, and I decided to make scallops and pasta at home instead.

Of course, tearing the man away from his yard projects was like pulling teeth, making us very late to our first destination, the Siena Spa.

That’s right, I got us a couples’ massage. I swear every time I go to get a massage, I’m running late and end up stressing myself out over it.

Anyway, the massages were nice, despite the fact that JB was missing the masseuse from his last massage there, and I made the mistake of saying I could lay on my belly no problem. “I sleep on my belly every night still!” I proudly proclaimed. What I hadn’t realized is that when I sleep, I’m laying a bit on my side with the support of a pillow. During my massage, with my ankles bolstered up, I felt a ton of pressure on my chest, making it hard for me to breathe.

And of course, I was too shy to say anything about it. I walked into the massage with a sore lower back, and thanks to laying on my belly (completely not their fault), I left with a sore upper back. Oh well, lesson learned for next time!

Anyway, after our massages, we then headed to The Chocolate Bar, a place I’ve been wanting to try for ages. It is a cool little bar that combines the atmosphere of a bar, cafe, and a candy shop. We both got white chocolate drinks (his cold and alcoholic, mine hot and non-alcoholic) and truffles.

From there, we went to 3rd Street Blues, where we were delighted to find the band that played at our wedding reception as the band of the evening, Uncle Funkle. We sat and listened to a set of theirs, which was way more mellow than what they played at our reception, but still very enjoyable. Once they went on break, we strolled along the Truckee River Riverwalk until we came to EJ’s Jazz Cafe.

We found a delightful jazz quartet playing in EJ’s, and it made for a very romantic atmosphere. Mission accomplished — we once again felt like newlyweds instead of roommates doing a lot of house chores.

On Sunday, I had to surrender JB back to the house projects and band practice, but I learned my lesson… Complaining that we don’t get enough time together isn’t enough… Taking charge and declaring Date Night works!

Perhaps we’ll have to do a repeat this weekend, but this time JB has to plan the night!

The Vanity Project

17 Oct

Multiple times in the last week, I’d be listening to Internet Radio and hear a song that sounds remarkably like the Barenaked Ladies, one of my favorite bands from my days of living in Michigan.

But I would check the artist, and see The Vanity Project listed. I had never heard of that group, but decided I liked them enough to Google them.

And much to my surprise, I discovered that The Vanity Project is the lead singer of Barenaked Ladies, Steven Page. I may have to buy this CD… I had really missed the Barenaked Ladies, and now, it looks as if I can still relive their former glory through The Vanity Project.

Baby Update: 22 Weeks

14 Oct

I don’t have much to say today, so I guess I’ll just give you all a pregnancy update.

Things are going well. So far, it has been a completely normal and healthy pregnancy. I’m getting bigger, and a few strangers have even commented on my pregnancy.

In fact, I forgot to mention two occurances while I was in NYC.

1. My sister-in-law, CB, and I were eating breakfast at a little Ma and Pop breakfast shop. We were waiting for the bill, and the waiter told us that the couple that had been sitting next to us had paid our bill. I was in the back of the booth with my suitcases blocking my exit, so CB went running out of the restaurant to catch these people and thank them. They told her, “it was for the baby”, which really warmed my heart.

2. We were at a Turkish restaurant just outside of Times Square. You order your food at the counter, and the man cutting the rotisserie meat said to me (in his lovely Turkish accent), “you pregnant?” I told him I was, and he turned to CB, saying, “you mark my words — that baby is a boy.”

“No it’s not.” I said, matter of factly.
“Yes it is.” He retorted.
“No really, it’s not. I know it’s a girl.”
“Oh,” he then cut off a sample of meat, and said, “this is for your baby.” He later called me back to the counter to give my baby another sample of meat.

And they say New Yorkers are rude! Most of the people I met were nice, except for the cabbie that engaged me in a shouting match at the airport at 6:00 am. (It’s a long story, of which I don’t care to rehash.)

Anyway, I’ve been feeling good, and maintaining my workouts. This week, I’ve done kickboxing (don’t worry, it’s an approved workout!), weights and biking. This weekend, I’m hoping to get a nice hike in through the changing Aspen trees. I’ve noticed my endurance taking a major hit, but overall I still feel strong and healthy.

I now feel the baby move very regularly, which is a fun, yet still foreign feeling. She seems to move most when I’m completely still. I have made her move once by jiggling my belly a bit, though.

My main craving is sweets, but namely chocolate. I try to pacify this with a small taste of really good chocolate every day. Even so, I was afraid to get on the scale today for my weekly weigh in. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll get the courage to do so.

We’re settling into our new home nicely, although there are still a lot of boxes to be dealt with. We spent last weekend getting the garage organized (which included building Joel’s drum studio in one of the garage spaces). Now, my Trans Am is happy to have a garage space once again.

I think I’m starting to get a bit of mild acid reflux. It’s not bad at all right now, just a mild discomfort in my throat, followed by (you guessed it) burps. Luckily, Tums seems to do the trick right now.

As for this weekend, tonight I am babysitting my niece, Kacey, and tomorrow night, I’ve declared “date night” with JB, and I have a night full of surprises for him. Between the move, and him working a lot of overtime, we haven’t had much quality time together, so I’m out to remedy that.

Here is an update from BabyCenter on our little one:

How your baby’s growing: Your baby now looks like a miniature newborn, checking in at 10.9 inches and almost 1 pound. Her skin will continue to appear wrinkled until she gains enough weight to fill it out, and the fine hair (lanugo) that covers her head and body is now visible. Her lips are becoming more distinct, and the first signs of teeth are appearing as buds beneath her gum line. Her eyes are developed, though the iris (the colored part of the eye) still lacks pigment. Eyelids and eyebrows are in place, and her pancreas, essential for hormone production, is developing steadily.

How your life’s changing: You may start to notice stretch marks on your skin as your abdomen expands to accommodate your growing baby. Some pregnant women never get stretch marks, but at least half do. These small streaks of differently textured skin can range from pink to dark brown (depending on your skin color), and they become more apparent as pregnancy progresses. They can appear not only on your tummy, but also on your buttocks, thighs, hips, and breasts. Lotions won’t prevent or eliminate them, but they help with any itching. Also, you may no longer be an “innie” — your navel is flat and may soon pop out. It will revert to its usual shape after birth.

Another interesting skin quirk you may notice during pregnancy is something called vascular spiders. These are little areas of raised, reddish skin, with tiny branches. Commonly found on the face, neck, upper chest, and arms, they’re caused by the higher levels of estrogen in pregnancy, and they usually disappear after delivery.

I have to admit that stretch marks are starting on my belly, despite my dedication to rubbing stretch mark cream on it twice a day. As for vascular spiders, I’m not sure if those are spider veins or not, but I have quite a harvest of spider veins on my legs, and I’m sure I’m only going to get more.

As for my belly button, I would be willing to bet it will never go flat or pop out. The doctor that tied my umbilical chord did quite a job, as I have possibly the world’s deepest innie belly button. It is now a bit less deep, and a bit wider, but nonetheless, I think I’ll still have a distinct innie at 9 months prego.

Enough rambling for the day. Enjoy your weekend!

Honeymoon Travel Journal

11 Oct

One year ago today, JB and I left on our honeymoon to Italy. We visited Naples, Capri, Florence, Cinque Terre and Venice. Reminisce with me — click here, and then read the entries from the bottom up!

Ah, Memories

11 Oct

Thanks to Karen, who e-mailed me to remind me how we used to shoe polish “For Sale” on random cars, giving them absolutely ridiculous price tags… For instance, we’d find a super expensive car, and say, “For Sale, $700” on it.

I had totally forgotton about that evil ploy from my teen years. I guess if that’s among the worst of what I was doing back then, I was doing pretty good!

Latest Photo Upload

10 Oct

I finally got around to uploading some of my recent photos.

Lakeview Hike back in early September. Our dog Shadow, the third member of the Black Dog Club, had to stay home that day due to a twisted ankle.

New York City Trip, where I hung out with CB, my sister-in-law. Pics include Times Square and Ground Zero. Ground Zero is surrounded by fences, making it tough to get good pics.

And, for those of you that missed it, pics of the new house. These were taken at our inspection, hence why it is vacant in the pics.

Happy Anniversary to Us!

10 Oct

Happy Anniversary to JB, the love of my life! We celebrated by going to brunch at the country club where we had our reception, Thunder Canyon.

After brunch, we took a few pictures. I love this picture of us — the picture of wedded bliss!


And, here I am at 5 months (21 weeks) pregnant:


Sorry, Mom

10 Oct

I got a very angry sounding answering machine message from my mother this weekend. It went something like this:

“Miss Lynnette. I think you owe me an apology. I am reading a New Mexico magazine right now, and there is an ad for MINI MAIDS, M-I-N-I.”

I looked it up today. By golly, she’s right.

So, what I thought was a Freudian slip on my Mom’s behalf, was really a name of a company.

Who would name a company Mini-Maids anyway? Are there height requirements for employment? And what is the benefit of having a Mini maid versus any other type of maid? I would think they’d have trouble reaching things!

The End of Denial

10 Oct

As of last Thursday, I can definitely feel this little girl rumbling around in my belly. Last night after dinner, JB and I were sitting around talking, and I got a nudge that made me jump. JB’s eyes got wide as he asked, “what was that?!”

“Sorry, I just got kicked.”

It’s a fun feeling, but a bit creepy, too. I guess up until this point in the pregnancy, I always knew I was pregnant, but at times would be in denial about it. But lately, between the gymnastics in my belly, and my ever expanding shape, it’s getting hard to deny.

When I look at myself straight on in the mirror, I really don’t look that different. But then, there are the times I catch a sideways glance in the mirror of my naked body, and I have to do a double take, because my mind just can’t seem to accept that the reflection really belongs to me.

At almost 5 1/2 months pregnant, I know I’m entering what I refer to as the “rapid growth phase”, which is pretty scary. Stretch marks are starting to make their angry appearance on my belly, and I know it’s really only a matter of time until they start looking more like lightning bolts or spider webs.

Another part of me is still in denial about how our lives will change once our daughter makes an appearance. We’re excited, but I have to admit, I’m scared, too. I’ve never been good at sleep deprivation, and unfortunately, I think that is what I have in store for the next year. Luckily, I’m still sleeping soundly now, which I’m sure will change as my belly grows.

Here is an update on the progress of the bun in my oven. The picture this week looks like a real child now, and it’s hard to imagine that is swimming around inside of me.

More from BabyCenter:

Your baby now weighs about three-quarters of a pound and is approximately 10 1/2 inches long. Her eyebrows and eyelids are fully developed. And you can certainly feel her move. She’s oblivious to your schedule, though, so don’t be surprised if she starts working out just when you’re settling down for the night. If you’re having a girl, her vagina is formed now, though it will continue to develop until birth.

Meme for a Friday

7 Oct

Meme, courtesy of Robyn.

1. Name someone with the same birthday as you? Geraldine Ferraro and John Wilkes Booth.

2. Where was your first kiss? *Cringe* In a bathroom during a truth or dare game. Read full story here.

3. Have you ever seriously vandalized someone else’s property? No, although I was really into tee-peeing houses and shoe polishing cars in high school.

4. Have you ever hit someone of the opposite sex? Are you kidding?! I grew up with two older brothers! That was a matter of survival!

5. Have you ever sung in front of a large number of people? Sure… Church choir and a few kareoke renditions. I retired from kareoke after a traumatic experience, though.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about the preferred sex? I’m a sucker for tall men. Can’t you tell?!

7. What really turns you on? My hubby, of course!

8. What do you order at Starbucks? Chai tea, though I really do try to stay away from Starbucks.

9. What is your biggest mistake? The entire relationship with The Man Now Known as The Ex.

10. Have you ever hurt yourself on purpose? Besides smacking my head when I do something stupid, no.

11. Say something totally random about yourself. Chocolate, did someone say chocolate?

12. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity? My brother once said I looked like Brooke Shields when she was in the Suddenly Susan show. As much as I’d like to believe this, I can’t!

13. Do you still watch kiddy movies or tv shows? I still like the animated movies, but that’s about it.

14. Did you have braces? For a year and a half, yes. I think it’s an adolescent right of passage.

15. Are you comfortable with your height? Yup. I think 5’8″ is a pretty good height.

16. What is the most romantic thing someone of the preferred sex has done for you? I think marrying me tops anything anyone could do!

17. When do you know it’s love? When it comes naturally, and nothing has to be forced.

18. Do you speak any other languages? I’ve studied French and Spanish, but couldn’t speak them to save my life.

19. Have you ever been to a tanning salon? I got the spray on tan once, which is also a good story.

20. What magazines do you read? Glamour, Fit Pregnancy, and Consumer Reports.

21. Have you ever ridden in a limo? For our wedding, nonetheless.

22. Has anyone you were really close to passed away? All of my grandparents, sadly.

23. Do you watch MTV? Occasionally, though it’s starting to make me feel old.

24. What’s something that really annoys you? JB’s beer burps. Stinky!

25. What’s something you really like? My new house!

26. Do you like Michael Jackson? Nope. Too freaky.

27. Can you dance? Depends on who you ask. I think so, but JB might argue that.

28. What’s the latest you have ever stayed up? I think I’ve watched the sun come up a few times in college.

29. Have you ever been rushed by an ambulance into the emergency room? Nope.

30. Do you actually read these when other people fill them out? Yup.

The Silent Birth

7 Oct

I’m sorry, I really am. But this Tom Cruise/Katie Holmes baby story just keeps getting juicier and jucier.

According to this site, “Scientology couple JOHN TRAVOLTA and KELLY PRESTON are urging KATIE HOLMES to have a ‘silent birth’ when she delivers fiance TOM CRUISE’s baby next year (06) and follow the church’s strict doctrines.

Preston explains, “It’s just because everything in moments of pain is really recorded and you want to have that (the birth) peaceful and clear of sort of suggestions or different words that can then affect them (babies) in their future.””

Scientology also mandates no drugs for the mother.

I’m sure that a man invented this birthing process doctrine.

I absolutely guarantee you that I’ll have drugs, and will state EXACTLY WHAT IS ON MY MIND when I’m pushing the equivalent of a watermelon out of a hole the size of a lemon. And I have NO DOUBT IN MY MIND that my baby will not remember any explicatives I utter or anything about the entire experience.

Where can I get my hands on the Scientology doctrine? Sounds like it’d be a hoot to read.

Random Ramblings

7 Oct

We have now been living in our new, two story house for five days. The master suite is on the first floor, and all of the other bedrooms and the other full bath are upstairs.

In our old house, which was literally half the size and one story, I had taken over the guest bathroom as my own. That way, I would get up before JB in the morning, quietly make my way out of the bedroom, and have the bathroom all to myself as I showered, listened to the radio, and got ready for work.

It was a nice set up, but I decided that once we moved into the new house, I would be using the master bathroom. Afterall, it is huge, and has two sinks and two sets of cabinets and two medicine cabinets.

However, there isn’t a door in between the master bathroom and the master bedroom. This means that I now have a constant observer and commentator in the mornings.

This morning, I took a shower and shaved. In our huge bathroom that doesn’t have a door, you can’t trap steam, meaning I get goosebumps, and have to wait for those to go away before I can shave.

I stepped out of the shower to the cries of my husband in bed, claiming that I had taken a 20 minute shower. This was an exaggeration, but still, it’s like the last veil of privacy has been removed, and we have to adjust to that.

It has been fun, too, though. We chat and joke with each other as we’re getting ready. Or, more specifically, as I’m getting ready and he’s laying in bed watching me.

This morning, the claim of a “20 minute shower” got quite the discussion going. I told him that there was no way I had taken a 20 minute shower, as I knew what time I got out of bed, and then I went to the bathroom, weighed five times, and then showered. Hence, it was more like a 10 minute shower.

“Weighed five times?” he asked incredulously.

So I had to explain to him how in this pregnancy, I weigh every Friday. The number is so hard to deal with that I can’t help but get on and off the scale numerous times until I get a repeat reading.

This had my husband laughing insanley at me, and I had to explain to him that as someone that has watched her weight her entire life, pregnancy is a hard pill to swallow, because it just feels like you’re on the fast track to obesity.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not dieting at all. I am trying to eat as healthy as possible, counting my calories so that I’m eating the exact amount my doctor prescribed, and I’m keeping up my workouts. This is all in the hopes that I will have a healthy baby and will be able to get back to my pre-pregnancy size (which of course, I wasn’t happy with anyway) as soon as possible.

Anyway, it is strange for me to have in depth discussions like that in the morning, as in the past, all we used to do is say goodbye to each other once I was ready to leave the house.

The next step in our marriage will be the sharing of the master closet. In our old house, I just used the extra bedrooms for my closets, because that husband of mine has a lot of clothes, and is very anal retentive about everything being in its proper place. My closets usually had clothes strewn all about.

But, now that we’re in the new house, I absolutely refuse to tromp upstairs to get my clothes every day, so we will be entering the uncharted waters of closet sharing. Lord help him.

So there are my uncensored thoughts of the day. This Sunday, we will be celebrating our one year anniversary. It’s hard to believe it has been a year, but look at us now — in a new home with a baby on the way. Oh, the difference a year can truly make! We’re planning on eating out at the country club where we had our wedding reception. I wish we could do more to celebrate, but that rock star husband of mine has a gig this weekend, and we still have to make a big dent in the unpacking project.

Broken Promises

6 Oct

I just can’t resist poking fun at Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes one last time…

Remember how she publically proclaimed that she was going to remain a virgin until she was married?

I initially thought that was the reason behind the rushed proposal/marriage plans, because, come on, Tom Cruise is 42 and was married for 10 years… He’s used to getting a little something something.

Evidently, good old Tom wore her down. TomKat is having a TomKitten.

*shivering from disgust*

Good Mother

6 Oct

Listening to Internet Radio today, the song Good Mother by Jann Arden came on, and it made me think of my parents and the little girl growing in my belly… Hence, I dedicate these song lyrics Mom, Dad, and the baby in my belly, whom as of yesterday I have started to feel tumbling around and doing prenatal gymnastics and soccer practice.

Good Mother
Written by – Jann Arden Richards

I’ve got money in my pocket
I like the color of my hair
I’ve got a friend who loves me
Got a house, I’ve got a car
I’ve got a good mother
And her voice is what keeps me here

Feet on ground
Heart in hand
Facing forward
Be yourself
I’ve, I’ve never wanted anything
No I’ve, no I’ve, I’ve never wanted anything so bad…so bad

Cardboard masks of all the people I’ve been
Thrown out with all the rusted, tangled, dented God-damned miseries
You could say I’m hard to hold
But if you knew me you’d know
I’ve got a good father
And his strength is what makes me cry

Feet on ground
Heart in hand
Facing forward
Be yourself
I’ve, I’ve never wanted anything
No I’ve, no I’ve, I’ve never wanted anything so bad…so bad

I’ve got money in my pocket
I like the color of my hair
I’ve got a friend who loves me
Got a house, I’ve got a car
I’ve got a good mother
And her voice is what keeps me here

Feet on ground
Heart in hand
Facing forward
Be yourself

Heart in hand
Feet on ground
Facing forward
Be yourself
Just be yourself

Feet on ground
Heart in hand
Feet on ground
Heart in hand