Friday, February 13, 2009
Oh, yeah, registering
Painless. I'm shocked.
We planned and planned and planned and then hit the old Babies R' Us.
Beyond the planning (we knew exactly what stroller, car seats, etc. we were going for before we stepped foot in the door), I think we saved ourselves by doing a "trial run" to Babies R' Us previously, and not actually buying anything. It was like dipping your toes in a pool. You at least knew what was coming.
Now IKEA on the other hand, on a Saturday afternoon, resembled a refugee camp. I think there were people there from a month ago who just got lost and have been wandering in circles. You could tell from their eyes that they have been beaten into submission by the IKEA beast. They had that glazed over look that you only get from IKEA or too many Wisconsin Lunch Buckets.
Let's put it this way, I'm good with Babies R' Us.....on the other hand IKEA on a Saturday, that's not going to happen again......
We planned and planned and planned and then hit the old Babies R' Us.
Beyond the planning (we knew exactly what stroller, car seats, etc. we were going for before we stepped foot in the door), I think we saved ourselves by doing a "trial run" to Babies R' Us previously, and not actually buying anything. It was like dipping your toes in a pool. You at least knew what was coming.
Now IKEA on the other hand, on a Saturday afternoon, resembled a refugee camp. I think there were people there from a month ago who just got lost and have been wandering in circles. You could tell from their eyes that they have been beaten into submission by the IKEA beast. They had that glazed over look that you only get from IKEA or too many Wisconsin Lunch Buckets.
Let's put it this way, I'm good with Babies R' Us.....on the other hand IKEA on a Saturday, that's not going to happen again......
I have been neglectful
of the blog.
I mean really, weeks without a post, there's no excuse.
Well, I guess there's sort of an excuse. We're currently in the calm before the storm.
It's like back in my childhood when we'd be under a Tornado Watch and it would be Sunny and 85 outside. You couldn't really wrap your head around what exactly was coming. Sure, you'd see the radar and see the storms and "tornadic activity" (what a great phrase, I swear they invented it in the last 5 years) building in eastern Illinois, but why would you care.
Sure, my mom would start cleaning out the closets (we were not blessed with a basement, so it was either the closet or the bathtub), making sure the transistor radio had batteries and generally getting ready, but it was sunny out, so in your mind you still couldn't grasp that it was going to be there any time soon. Then, right around dinner time, Bam!, it would be midnight outside and the storm was upon you.
So drawing the not-at-all-extenuated analogy here, I guess that the pregnancy test would be the "baby warning", the ultrasound the radar (oh Doppler, what can't you do....), and the cleaning out of the closets...well, cleaning out of the closets. Except at the end, we get a gift instead of tornadic activity. Seems like a good deal.
Anyway, that's been our life lately, Goodwill runs, cleaning out closets and sun porches and general getting ready for our little tornado.
I mean really, weeks without a post, there's no excuse.
Well, I guess there's sort of an excuse. We're currently in the calm before the storm.
It's like back in my childhood when we'd be under a Tornado Watch and it would be Sunny and 85 outside. You couldn't really wrap your head around what exactly was coming. Sure, you'd see the radar and see the storms and "tornadic activity" (what a great phrase, I swear they invented it in the last 5 years) building in eastern Illinois, but why would you care.
Sure, my mom would start cleaning out the closets (we were not blessed with a basement, so it was either the closet or the bathtub), making sure the transistor radio had batteries and generally getting ready, but it was sunny out, so in your mind you still couldn't grasp that it was going to be there any time soon. Then, right around dinner time, Bam!, it would be midnight outside and the storm was upon you.
So drawing the not-at-all-extenuated analogy here, I guess that the pregnancy test would be the "baby warning", the ultrasound the radar (oh Doppler, what can't you do....), and the cleaning out of the closets...well, cleaning out of the closets. Except at the end, we get a gift instead of tornadic activity. Seems like a good deal.
Anyway, that's been our life lately, Goodwill runs, cleaning out closets and sun porches and general getting ready for our little tornado.
Friday, February 6, 2009
This just in....Justin wins husband of the year!
If you read my last post, you know that this past week was supposed to be "list refining" week in preparation for registering tomorrow. I had several lists from new moms and a book to go through to lessen the stress. Well, let's just say that my week has been craptacular. Apparently my bosses have not been as understanding of my current situation as I previously thought. You'd think that 5 years of hard work would earn me a little bit of forgiveness from them for less than outstanding billing for a few months. Not so much. I got "the warning" this week and therefore spent the week working long hours, stressing out and falling asleep on the couch at 9:00 pm.
What did Justin do? Use the opportunity to play Xbox? -- No! Watch excessive amounts of college basketball? -- No!
He refined the list all by himself! He's got the whole think condensed and organized and basically ready to go for tomorrow. He even did it after I'd fallen asleep every night so that I wouldn't feel bad for not helping. He's such a good husband.
What did Justin do? Use the opportunity to play Xbox? -- No! Watch excessive amounts of college basketball? -- No!
He refined the list all by himself! He's got the whole think condensed and organized and basically ready to go for tomorrow. He even did it after I'd fallen asleep every night so that I wouldn't feel bad for not helping. He's such a good husband.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
It will begin this weekend.....
Now that the great baseball cards/picture purge is complete and the storage closets are in order, it's time for us to move on to our February task....registering. YIKES! I am not looking forward to the process. Being naive, I previously thought that baby registering would be like wedding registering. You get to pick out fun, completely unnecessary things . Wow was I wrong. From what I can tell (and from what I've heard), baby registering is anything but fun. I've heard several stories of mom-to-be's crying and hyperventilating in Babies-R-Us. A few even had to leave (one of them in a wheelchair). This does not sound like the ideal way to spend a Saturday.
In order to minimize the trauma, and being the anal retentive one in the relationship, I've already got a list started. Lists calm me down. Make me feel more prepared. Basically they're an outlet for my nervous energy. I've asked advice from several moms, been given copies of their "lists" (which will prove to be invaluable I'm sure) and bought a book. I am ready to dive in! Hopefully I will be able to make it through without too much trauma or drama. Poor Justin gets to spend his evenings this week refining "The List". I don't think he has any idea what he's getting himself into.
We'll let you know how it all turns out.
p.s. I think we might be insane, but our plan right now is to go to IKEA after Babies-R-Us. If I don't make it back, I loved you all!
In order to minimize the trauma, and being the anal retentive one in the relationship, I've already got a list started. Lists calm me down. Make me feel more prepared. Basically they're an outlet for my nervous energy. I've asked advice from several moms, been given copies of their "lists" (which will prove to be invaluable I'm sure) and bought a book. I am ready to dive in! Hopefully I will be able to make it through without too much trauma or drama. Poor Justin gets to spend his evenings this week refining "The List". I don't think he has any idea what he's getting himself into.
We'll let you know how it all turns out.
p.s. I think we might be insane, but our plan right now is to go to IKEA after Babies-R-Us. If I don't make it back, I loved you all!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
I felt it.....
Finally the Blueberry has made itself noticed...to me.
Last Sunday was the first time I was able to feel the 'berry move. Woo-hoo!!!! After constant attempts (I was checking Jess' belly like it was a pot waiting to boil water), while we were in Baltimore, Jess called me over and I was able to feel the 'berry move. Awesome.
While faint it was definitely noticeable.
However, over the past few days, Blueberry has now decided to announce her presence with a little more authority. In fact, just last night, she was booting so hard that Jess' belly was shaking.
Upcoming, a post on the Blueberry's first major vay-cay.
Last Sunday was the first time I was able to feel the 'berry move. Woo-hoo!!!! After constant attempts (I was checking Jess' belly like it was a pot waiting to boil water), while we were in Baltimore, Jess called me over and I was able to feel the 'berry move. Awesome.
While faint it was definitely noticeable.
However, over the past few days, Blueberry has now decided to announce her presence with a little more authority. In fact, just last night, she was booting so hard that Jess' belly was shaking.
Upcoming, a post on the Blueberry's first major vay-cay.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Pregnancy dreams are WEIRD!
As some of you may know, "they" say that pregnant woman have more vivid dreams and that they remember more dreams than non-pregnant people. It has something to do with waking up a lot in the middle of the night and therefore having a greater chance of waking up in the middle of a dream. Regardless, "they" are 100% right. My dreams are crazy.
I won't go into details because I think some of you might be frightened for me, for Justin and especially for Blueberry. But one dream merits mentioning.
I had a bizarre dream on Wednesday night which involved jumping off of a 200 foot pier into raging water on a raft with my friend Theresa and her college friends. (not my college friends for some reason.) We then swam the San Francisco Bay and had root beer floats. I had to have a coke float though because they'd run out of root beer by the time it was my turn. That isn't the weird part. The weird part is that my next dream was me telling my friend Theresa about the dream I had just had and her and I trying to figure out the names of her college friends that I dreamed about. I relived a dream in a dream. WEIRD!
I won't go into details because I think some of you might be frightened for me, for Justin and especially for Blueberry. But one dream merits mentioning.
I had a bizarre dream on Wednesday night which involved jumping off of a 200 foot pier into raging water on a raft with my friend Theresa and her college friends. (not my college friends for some reason.) We then swam the San Francisco Bay and had root beer floats. I had to have a coke float though because they'd run out of root beer by the time it was my turn. That isn't the weird part. The weird part is that my next dream was me telling my friend Theresa about the dream I had just had and her and I trying to figure out the names of her college friends that I dreamed about. I relived a dream in a dream. WEIRD!
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