Archive | May, 2009

If I Can’t Complain Here, Where Can I?!

26 May

I’m tired.  I can’t seem to shake it, really.  Naps over the holiday weekend helped a lot, but here I am back at work and all I want to do is go back to bed.  I’m falling out of touch with most of my friends because I have no energy to do above the bare minimum to keep our household going.

I’m big.  I’m uncomfortable.  The third trimester SUCKS, and it has only just begun.

9 weeks and counting.  On days like today, that seems like a LONG time to be this uncomfortable.

Get Momma a Beer

22 May

I’m not a beer drinker.  I drink wine.  But now that alcohol is out of the picture, what has been my strongest craving this month?!  BEER.  It’s just not fair.  The few sips I had been stealing from the hubby’s beers weren’t cutting it, so I broke down this week and bought myself an entire six-pack of O’Douls. 

And you know what?  It was pretty damn good.  Totally hit the spot.  I must say that non-alcoholic beer is MUCH better and much more realistic than non-alcholic wine.

Working from Home — A Diary

21 May

I try to avoid working from home with Little Miss around, as I always feel torn, and feel like either work or my daughter are being ignored.  Today, my daycare is closed in the morning, so I’m giving it a try.  I’m finding that Little Miss is much more self reliant and self entertaining than the last time I attempted this, but I’m also sure there will be some good stories.  So, I decided to chronicle her doings as the morning goes by:

7:30 am – 8:30 am — Killing ants in the back yard with a spray bottle of water.  I’m amazed at how fascinated this has kept her.  After multiple requests for me to refill her water bottle, I show her how to turn on the hose and fill it herself.

8:45 — It’s too quiet.  I go outside to find a flood of water on the bach porch, the hose going full force, and Little Miss riding her bike.  Oh, and Shadow is soaked as well.  Hose turned off, sent her back out to play.

9:30 — Ready for a snack.  She’s eating Pirate’s Booty while I work.  I look over and she has Booty crumbs on her forehead and in her hair. 

9:40 — Done with Booty.  Now she wants a sandwich.  Killing ants must have made her hungry.

9:45 — Not hungry anymore.  Distracted by a toy.

9:50   — Quick break to read.  She wants me to read the Christmas Story.  Now she wants that sandwich.

10:00 — I’m on a call with Ireland, and she’s outside playing with Rolly Pollies and talking to them.

10:30 — I’m done with my call, and find Little Miss in the back yard with her sidewalk chalk, using poor Shadow as a black board.  Who knew a black dog could be so multi-functional?!

11:15 — One benefit of working from home…  Love from a black dog.

12:15 — On a conference call with Washington, Little Miss is playing with Play-Doh beside me, asking me to make her a dog and cat.  Nothing like multi-tasking with Play-Doh.

12:30 — Lunch time.  Time to make my scrumptious chocolate shake.  Ingredients: protein powder, banana, vanilla yogurt, coco powder, psyllium husks, flax oil, agave nectar, soy milk and ice.  Blend in blender  and serve with whipped cream on top.  Score points for serving a nutritional lunch that looks and tastes like a chocolate ice cream shake!

12:45 — Off to daycare, which opens at 1.  I love my girl, but it’s time for Momma to crank out some serious work now.

How to Make a Pregnant Woman Angry

20 May

Every week during this pregnancy, I weigh myself, and now that I’ve hit the third trimester, I usually want to cry.  I then go online to a pregnancy weight gain calculator to see if I’m on track.  I’ve been 100% on track, but what really peeves me is that the calculator calculates your BMI before pregnancy, and then calculates your BMI after your pregnancy weight gain.  The last thing I need to be told is that the weight I’ve gained at 7 months pregnant pushes me into the OBESE category.  Bite me.  I’m growing a gigantic baby, people.

Mom and Daughter Photo Shoot

18 May

About a month ago, I stumbled upon a listing at Reno Moms Like Me for a photographer in Reno looking to expand her portfolio for maternity and young children.  I met up with Michele from MMB Photography at Rancho San Rafael on a lovely Spring day.  Everything was in bloom, and we had a great time wandering the grounds with her to find good shots.

When she uploaded the shots she took of Little Miss and I, I was floored.  I expected to get a few good shots, but almost every one was beautiful.  She truly has an amazing eye, and her photography skills almost seemed poetic to me.  I’ll be featuring some of the pics she captured on this site for the next month.  In the mean time, if anyone in the Reno area is looking for a good photographer, Michele is your woman!  Go check out her site and look at the Maternity and Babies and Children galleries to see more of our photos featured. 

Thanks, Michele, for capturing a very special time between a mother, a daughter, and an expectant son.




The Latest Fitness Trend

18 May

I always thought those pregnancy pillows (shown below) were kind of silly.


But as I get bigger and bigger this pregnancy, I’m finding that turning over in bed and moving my king size pillow (my huggie pillow, as we call it chez Bellin) from side to side is becoming cumbersome.

So while I was at WalMart yesterday, I decided to search from one, as I had heard they have a pregnancy pillow.  So, where to look?  Baby department?  Not there.  Pillow department?  Not there.  I finally decide to ask an employee. 

And somehow, every time I am lost at WalMart, the first person I find to ask for direction is this tiny woman with really thick glasses and the longest, thickest, wiriest facial hair I have ever seen.  I’m talking full on mustache on a woman that can’t even weigh 90 pounds.  It is so hard for me to focus as I look at this centimeter long hair spiraling around her mouth.

Anyway, so yesterday, I ask her, “do you know where I can find a pregnancy pillow?”

Without hesitating, she says, “have you tried the Sporting Goods department?”

Which I found extremely humorous.  Because nothing about a pregnant woman sleeping is athletic.  But perhaps my hefting the belly from one side to the other could be considered a new sport. 

I tried to clarify.  “No, it’s for sleeping.  For pregnant women to sleep with.”

And she yet again said, “I would look in the Sporting Goods department.”

Needless to say, I didn’t bother going to the Sporting Goods department because that’s just plain crazy.  I guess I’ll have to buy the thing online if I truly want one.

Hello, Third Trimester

13 May

Well, I hit 28 weeks on Sunday, and yes, I totally feel like I’m in the third trimester now.  I told JB earlier this week that I feel like I jumped from 6 months pregnant to 9.5 months pregnant within the span of a few weeks. 

This kid is getting big.  The doctor hasn’t been measuring my belly, but let me just say that this morning, he woke me up by simultaneously poking my ribs and my hip at once.  According to, he is 14.8 inches long right now, but considering the height that runs on both sides of the gene pool, I’m thinking he’s pushing 17 inches right now (the average length of a full term baby).  Little Miss was 22 inches long at birth, so should I start a pool to see if anyone thinks this boy will make it to the 2 foot mark while inside my belly?!

I’m slowing down, though reluctantly.  I went for a hike on Saturday, and it was miserable.  I went to the same trail I used to run in the Fall, and I could barely limp my way up the trail for 20 minutes due to hip and back pain.  I came back home and went horizontal on my heating pad for like an hour to recover.  So, I guess the lesson is I’ll be doing exercises that don’t involve a lot of gravity, like swimming and spinning.  Good thing the outdoor pool at my gym opens this week!

Little Miss is excited about her little brother, and we talk about him daily.  She kisses the belly, talks to him, and always wants to know, “what does the baby say?”  I think she expects the kid to come out speaking full sentences to her.  Boy, does she have a surprise in store.

It’s time to start the countdown.  With a scheduled c-section at 39 weeks, right now, I’m just shy of 10 weeks away from d-day.  Considering how fast the last 10 weeks passed, that really doesn’t seem long at all.

Goodbye, Rod

12 May

Yesterday, a pregnant friend and I drove to and from Pleasanton, CA in the Bay Area to attend the funeral of one of our dear friend’s husbands.  Let me just say that going to funerals while hopped up on pregnancy hormones is NOT a good combination.  But it was nice to do the drive with a woman in my same condition, as there was absolutely no question that frequent pee breaks were a necessity.

This was the second funeral I have attended while pregnant (the last time being my grandmother’s when I was pregnant with Little Miss), and both times, I was a weeping mess.  I probably cried more than was appropriate (if there is such thing) because I couldn’t stop thinking about how my friend felt, what her life would be like moving forward, what it would be like if I lost my husband, etc. 

Rod was a wonderful man, and he treated my friend, Susan, like a queen.  He was one of the most fun loving people I’ve ever met, and he had a way of making everyone feel like a long lost friend.  The service for Rod was amazing.  There were hundreds of people there, and many people got up and shared their favorite memories of Rod.  It broke my heart to hear Susan read a letter she wrote to her husband.  She was poetic, composed, and the picture of grace.  I am amazed at her courage and the way she handled herself, when all I could imagine I’d want to do in her situation is crawl up into a ball and cry. 

The whole experience has spoken to me, as Rod died suddenly from a massive heart attack, when everyone thought he was in perfect health.  I think it has helped me to realize how fragile life really is, and to tell the people I love how I feel about them regularly, to show my affections, and to truly cherish every moment.  Since receiving the news, I’m holding my family a bit closer, and have been trying to let go of the minor annoyances and to concentrate on the fact that I’m so glad my husband is alive,  that we have a happy, healthy daughter as well, and that I can relish in the regular movements of my son inside of me.

I’ve shed a lot of tears over this.  I’m not sure if it’s the hormones, or just my personality, but I truly feel my friend’s pain right now, and am mourning for her.  It’s also hard, because she is not in Reno, and I can’t reach out to her as much as I want to right now.

So, to all of you, I hope that you will stop to appreciate the blessings in your life, and to truly show how much you love your friends and family.  Meanwhile, I’m praying for Susan, that God can heal her from this life shattering situation.

They read a quote from Emerson at the funeral that spoke to me, so I’ll share it with all of you as well:


To laugh often and much;

to win the respect of intelligent people

and the affection of children;

to earn the appreciation of honest critics

and endure the betrayal of false friends;

to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others;

to leave the world a bit better,

whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition;

to know even one life has breathed easier

because you have lived.

This is to have succeeded.

Brief Hiatus

7 May

This has been a rough week.  There has been a death of a friend (a really close friend’s husband to be specific) and layoffs at my company.  Forgive me if I don’t have motivation to be witty this week as I try to keep forging ahead.

I’ll be back next week.  Promise.