Wednesday, April 30, 2008
I have read a bit recently on the apparent baby boom that has hit the U.S. in the past few years. In fact, the U.S. Census Bureau predicts that the number of children under 5 should grow by 10% over the next decade. Is it any surprise? Most people of our generation came from stable, loving family units and we hope to re-create that, while those who didn't come from happy families want to create it for the first time in their lives. Plus, all those potential grandparents want those babies around again. And my, the stuff available for children and expecting parents... I never knew there was so much stuff. Not just tangible stuff, either, but a myriad of internet resources to assuage any panicky, expenctant mother's heart when she fears for her baby, her changing body, and her changing life.
Our family is growing, but not just in that we are going to have a baby. I honestly feel like I have a new brother now that Leland has moved to town-- it's so much different to have him close by and be able to see him everyday. I am really looking forward to spending more time with him and watching his new business grow. I am so proud of the work he is doing, and I just know that he is going to be a success!
In other news, I am 11 1/2 weeks pregnant and FINALLY starting to feel better. It is easier to get up in the morning, and though I am still very tired, I am less queasy than I have been for a few weeks (oh, God, please do not let me incur the wrath of those who speak too soon!). I fit into even fewer of my clothing items each day, and the discarded outfits are piling onto the floor and filling boxes in the garage. I have resorted to wearing dresses. Sweet, sweet dresses.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Me and Loris in the Tulip Fields, 4-12-08
My beautiful mum, who matched the pink tulips...
The following are photos from our California trip. We didn't take too many because we spent a lot of time hanging out and talking (sooo nice). However, we did take the dogs swimming...
Now, doesn't that look relaxing?
On Thursday night (2 days post-tax season), Megan, Tony & I made whiny Scott (who is old and tired, apparently) go to a local booze joint to revel in the karaoke madness that Megan had seen advertised there. When we arrived, the place was silent. The bartender (owner?) clued us in that the karaoke person hadn't shown up, but all the equipment, music, and songbooks were there, so if we could make it work, we could sing. With a little help from the local sheriff's deputy-- who drove to the bar on an ATV, incidentally-- and the alcohol that began to flow freely thanks to Megan buying a round for the whole bar for less than 40 bucks (we were in the sticks), we soon had the place jumping. Scott came out of his melancholy coma when he found he was needed to run the electronics, and Tony got the crowd going with some Bon Jovi, GnR, etc. Here he is doing his "guitar solo" with the microphone:
On Friday we traveled a bit around the area, and I didn't take many photos, but on Saturday, we went to a cave in Volcano, a town close to where Scott & Megan live. The cave was almost entirely marble and pretty awesome.
My favorite Caveman...Then, I was the designated driver for a whirlwind tour of wineries, hooray!
We left on Sunday, waaay early, but not before one last night hanging out with Scott & Megan on their porch, watching the dogs exhaust themselves running up and down the hill.
Who says Buster isn't a lap dog?
Well, now it is April 26, Tony's on a boat in the San Juan Islands somewhere and I just got finished cleaning out my closet of all the things that are getting too tight or will be too tight by the time they are in season (good-bye summer dresses, shorts, and tank tops). I feel like a cow, and that is why you will see no photos of me anytime soon. My jeans don't snap anymore and my shirts aren't big enough to accomodate my growing breasts. Truly, this is about the most depressing thing I have ever gone through, and I can't even drink to make myself feel better (let alone do a hard workout-- also off-limits). I have been surrounded over the past couple of years with women who have looked no different than usual for the first 4 months of pregnancy, and here I am, 11 weeks along, and I can't fit into pants anymore. I try to play it off like I'm okay with that, but I'm not. I feel fat and ugly, and nothing you can say about "all pregnancies are different" will help-- it's bullshit, because if that were the case, why have all these other ladies managed to stay thin for so long? I am a freak, and a fat one at that.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Tax season is officially over. We successfully took a post-tax season vacation and resumed work on Monday. Some people wouldn't consider 30hrs in a car a vacation, but it was nice to just hang out with Amelia. We both love road trips and Buster is a great car dog. He very much fits in our family that way.
We have established quite the summer agenda for ourselves and now that I am home (more than just to sleep), it seems that these things can actually be accomplished. We have several weddings to attend, a kitchen to remodel and the many things that one must do in preparation of a permanent houseguest (i.e. child). On top of these minor things, there are many rounds of golf that must be played, triathlons in which to compete, networking events to attend and various items to be BBQ'd...you know...important stuff.
So consider me officially back among the living. Sorry no pics to post. They will be coming soon to a blog near you. Namely, this one.
I am feeling pretty good now, at 10.5 weeks. Baby graduates from an embryo to a fetus this weekend, yay! Tony calls it our baby's first graduation, and thinks we should take photos with a cap and gown. I was quite nauseated for weeks 5-9, but am mostly better now. In the mornings, I feel yucky until I eat some protein, and then eat again and again until I feel good about 10 am. Then I have to have lunch at noon or I am mad, then a snack by 4, and dinner by 6. Lately, I get sick in the evening, after dinner, and I feel pretty bad until I fall asleep. But! No vomit.
Aaaand, the bump has begun. I guess I was skinny enough before getting pregnant that starting to show now is "normal," but I still feel a bit freakish. Not that I can change anything. I think part of it is that I didn't have a chance to lose any weight with morning sickness, so the cute layer of fat on my belly from before is pushed out from the baby. I am told it is cute, but I can already tell that people, after they ask me how far along I am, are silently calculating how large I will be at the end if this keeps up. Crazy! I have a kinda public job, so most of the town now knows that Tony & I are expecting, and people are already checking out my belly "area". I went and bought a couple of dresses the other day and some loose shirts to keep me until I need to buy maternity clothes, but we'll see how long that lasts.
In case y'all are wondering, we don't plan to find out the gender of our baby until birth.
Well, that's all I've got for an update on the pregnancy. Tony, Buster, and I went to California last week to visit friends and I have some photos I'll post soon. We had a great time and came out of the long roadtrip relatively unscathed, except for a couple of ticks and general exhaustion. We even missed the snow that Mount Vernon saw on Sunday.