From your tired Mommy

Hey kiddo,

Please allow your mother (oh how weird does THAT sound) to get a good night’s sleep. After 4:30 am is not acceptable…really, she could use a few more than three or four hours. You mother is NOT like your father (yep that sounds weird too) and cannot function on inhuman amounts of sleep. And so…if you’re not going to make your appearance soon—and I’d be ok with that too—please help her to get some sleep without taking a shower at 3:30am.

Are we understanding each other? Probably not…oh well…at most two more weeks. (OMG OMG OMG)

Love,

Mommy

We all know where we were, what we were doing and how our life changed….

 

…so I’ll keep this brief. With all the memorials and tributes that are and will be taking place this weekend, you would have to live in a hole in the ground not to know that tomorrow marks 10 years since the Twin Towers fell, since our nation was attacked, and, well, since life markedly changed for many Americans. Tomorrow is the ten years anniversary of September 11, 2001.

I’m sure each of us who is old enough to remember can tell you exactly where we were when we heard the news. I was walking from my car to the school lounge when plane #1 hit. As I walked into the lounge and saw everyone standing around a tv, I thought at first it was old converge from the first bombing years earlier.

Then plane #2 hit, and I realized I was wrong—very wrong.

My first class was Intro to International Relations, and as my professor said, nothing was more International Relation material that what was happening. And as we watched news coverage, the towers fell. I remember covering my mouth and saying, “Oh my God, oh my God.”

The days and months passed. And my dad was deployed to Iraq. For a year, this was how the September 11 attack personally touch and changed my life. I’m lucky that this was mostly the only way this day affected my life, and it ultimately left my family whole and intact. My father came home, life changed, but life continued.

This day we will not forget…those victims we will will always remember.

This commercial resurfaced on the interweb, and ironically it’s a beer commercial that I find to be a classy memorial for that tragic day, ten years ago.

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Some BIG News

It’s time for my weekly, er, monthly, er whenever I feel like it update…and it’s a big one…literally…

Yep, as everyone whose path I cross tells me…I’m big. As for me I didn’t have much perspective on my size until I saw these pictures. Heck I’m still surprised to see a belly when I walk past a mirror, but well, I guess you could say I’ve expanded my girth a bit.

Even the doctor says that. Somehow between week 31, when I measured 33 cm, and week 33 my measurements jumped 6 cm. I now measure 39 cm which apparently is well over the average size. It’s a big baby they tell me. I’ll probably have a sonogram next appointment if I stay that much above average. And it’s all baby too it seems, as I didn’t gain a pound in the last two weeks (although I did gain five in the two weeks prior, which is more that double what I normally put on between appointments).

So progress is being made in the baby gear area. I think I have all the baby accoutrement that I need—that is until I bring baby home and realize I don’t have something I need. But I’m planning on that happening. The stroller is assembled, the highchair is too. But the crib remains three sided; although, I’m pretty sure that we have all necessary parts now. Thanks to a recall repair kit being needed for the crib we acquired this has been a process. But hey free is worth it.

I have reached the stage where most of my cooler weather shoes don’t fit and tying my sneakers is a challenge. My one pair of sneakers has a tongue that is attached right up to the top lacing hole and is not made for a pregnant woman to put on, nor is is made for someone to help me either. But I don’t feel like buying a pair of sneakers for potentially less than two months. And so the sneaker battle will continue. I do foresee a rainy day where I’ll have to tell my manager that I need to work from home because I can’t get my shoes on. All the shoes that fit will result in wet feet—and if the temperature is cooler, cold feet.

Speaking of working from home, I’ve worked from home four days now—two weeks worth. And it is awesome. I save gas and time. This week I’ve even made dinner—crockpot yumminess. I think the mister likes coming home knowing he doesn’t need to find food to fill his stomach too. It’s nice on my baby exhaustion, and sometimes even comes with back rubs.

I guess that’s all for now…

LiveJournal Tags: pregnant,pregnancy,baby,belly