Ahhhhh WHY IS IT SO HOT????
I seriously just briefly considered pulling out the hair shaver thingy Matt owns and Sinead-ing it. And possibly shaving the cat too because he seems equally miserable.
...And yet he, for some reason, wants to cuddle. Maybe because he knows we are both about to die and he wants to show me some love in our final moments...
Goodbye cruel world
Friday, May 29, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Yay!
I just made reservations for us to celebrate our first wedding anniversary!
It is coming up a little over a month from today (June 28th), but because of crazy summer schedules, we are going to celebrate it a little early. So we get to go away in just a couple weeks.
I was feeling sad about missing out on summer camping this year. Usually we spend about a week camping with the Hartzells every summer, and my extended family (all one million of them) rent out a loop of yurts for a weekend every August. Not to mention the second annual Ethnos camping trip. The latter two are happening in August, and the Hartzell Family trip got canceled due to impending baby. Needless to say I was bummed our camping gear would sit in our garage getting dusty all summer.
SOOOO... I decided we should seize the day and go camping for our anniversary, and I am super thrilled to have just booked us a campsite! It is at a KOA campground, which is not usually so much our cup of tea, but I have to admit a hot shower and a free pancake breakfast sound nice at 7+ months pregnant. Not to mention the pool and mini golf. So I am excited, even if it's not technically "camping" (by my own definition).
I can hardly believe we've been married almost a year already... time flies.
It is coming up a little over a month from today (June 28th), but because of crazy summer schedules, we are going to celebrate it a little early. So we get to go away in just a couple weeks.
I was feeling sad about missing out on summer camping this year. Usually we spend about a week camping with the Hartzells every summer, and my extended family (all one million of them) rent out a loop of yurts for a weekend every August. Not to mention the second annual Ethnos camping trip. The latter two are happening in August, and the Hartzell Family trip got canceled due to impending baby. Needless to say I was bummed our camping gear would sit in our garage getting dusty all summer.
SOOOO... I decided we should seize the day and go camping for our anniversary, and I am super thrilled to have just booked us a campsite! It is at a KOA campground, which is not usually so much our cup of tea, but I have to admit a hot shower and a free pancake breakfast sound nice at 7+ months pregnant. Not to mention the pool and mini golf. So I am excited, even if it's not technically "camping" (by my own definition).
I can hardly believe we've been married almost a year already... time flies.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
So I just got off work... it has been a crazy weekend because of the holiday, and these are shifts I don't normally work, so I am exhausted. Not to mention I am noticing certain difficulties with my usual work habits and practices. Like sometimes I can't reach things on the counters because my belly is in the way and my arms are too short. And if I drop anything on the ground (which happens a lot because I'm moving fast and I'm clumsy) it takes a long time to pick it up/is uncomfortable and annoying.
I have taken to moving little things around on the counters so they are within my reach while I am working, a habit which is totally necessary but pisses off all my coworkers. (Of course they can't really be mean about it once I explain the reason, but I can tell they're exasperated.)
I'm 29 weeks today... which means our little girl could be arriving in about 10 weeks (or more, or less)! Hooray for the home stretch... I'm sick of pregnancy.
I have taken to moving little things around on the counters so they are within my reach while I am working, a habit which is totally necessary but pisses off all my coworkers. (Of course they can't really be mean about it once I explain the reason, but I can tell they're exasperated.)
I'm 29 weeks today... which means our little girl could be arriving in about 10 weeks (or more, or less)! Hooray for the home stretch... I'm sick of pregnancy.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Cold Mountain
Not to be all woe-is-me but I really wish I weren't sick this week. There is a lot of stuff I need to do, and I am finding it really hard to stop (or even slow down) and rest. I am in the pregnant mommy mindset and am so conditioned to ignore my random complaints and ailments that even though I know I should probably be taking it easy it's hard to do so. My parents taught me that illness is your body's way of slowing you down when you are putting too much pressure on yourself.
Anyway, I have to go back to work today, even though I'm not really ready and I feel guilty for exposing others to my contagious swine flu germs.
On a completely different note... last night Matt stayed home (usually on Tuesdays he does guy stuff) and we watched Cold Mountain. I have been wanting to see this movie for a while, primarily because the editor (Walter Murch) is one of my heroes in the film industry, and also because I have heard a lot about it and how great it is.
I don't think it fell short of any of the reviews I had heard, although for some reason, no matter what character he plays, I still hate Jude Law and have trouble loving his characters. The whole main love story was a little Romeo and Juliet-esque for my taste. It's not that I don't believe people can fall in love so quickly and completely... I do believe that, it happens all the time. What I don't believe is that they can then spend multiple years apart obsessing about each other with no communication and then come back together and so quickly fall back into love after so much has changed. I don't know, perhaps I am too much of a cynic, but I didn't connect as much with the main love story. It probably doesn't help that we are currently watching the show Rome which (I feel) has a much better example of this same dynamic (a husband returning to his wife after 8 years of war and her believing him to be dead). Of course TV shows have a lot more time in which to develop more realistic situations and characters.
There was one really fantastic and heartbreaking scene in the movie (I cried a little bit) where Jude Law's character comes to stay at a house where a widow and her sick baby are living. She lets him borrow some of her late husband's clothes and then asks him to sleep in the bed next to her. You kind of have to see the scene to get it, but even though very few words are exchanged it was by far the most powerful and beautiful scene in the film. (By contrast the final death scene was so predictable and cliche that it just seemed like a waste of time.)
Anyway. That little scene was like a little gem, and perhaps it is because of where I am in life that I found it so moving, but seriously... that is probably something that will stick with me for years.
Anyway, I have to go back to work today, even though I'm not really ready and I feel guilty for exposing others to my contagious swine flu germs.
On a completely different note... last night Matt stayed home (usually on Tuesdays he does guy stuff) and we watched Cold Mountain. I have been wanting to see this movie for a while, primarily because the editor (Walter Murch) is one of my heroes in the film industry, and also because I have heard a lot about it and how great it is.
I don't think it fell short of any of the reviews I had heard, although for some reason, no matter what character he plays, I still hate Jude Law and have trouble loving his characters. The whole main love story was a little Romeo and Juliet-esque for my taste. It's not that I don't believe people can fall in love so quickly and completely... I do believe that, it happens all the time. What I don't believe is that they can then spend multiple years apart obsessing about each other with no communication and then come back together and so quickly fall back into love after so much has changed. I don't know, perhaps I am too much of a cynic, but I didn't connect as much with the main love story. It probably doesn't help that we are currently watching the show Rome which (I feel) has a much better example of this same dynamic (a husband returning to his wife after 8 years of war and her believing him to be dead). Of course TV shows have a lot more time in which to develop more realistic situations and characters.
There was one really fantastic and heartbreaking scene in the movie (I cried a little bit) where Jude Law's character comes to stay at a house where a widow and her sick baby are living. She lets him borrow some of her late husband's clothes and then asks him to sleep in the bed next to her. You kind of have to see the scene to get it, but even though very few words are exchanged it was by far the most powerful and beautiful scene in the film. (By contrast the final death scene was so predictable and cliche that it just seemed like a waste of time.)
Anyway. That little scene was like a little gem, and perhaps it is because of where I am in life that I found it so moving, but seriously... that is probably something that will stick with me for years.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Well, it is 2:30 in the morning and all the powers of the universe have aligned against me to keep me from sleeping soooooooo here I am blogging. I'm pretty sure I am coming down with something because when I left work a few hours ago my throat was just starting to hurt and now it is killing me. I'm also pretty sure my work/boss would freak out if I were to miss even one shift.
Work has sucked a little lately because one of the other members of our management team broke her foot and as a result has a bunch of restrictions on the time of day and length of shift she can work. The good thing is that I have been picking up a bunch of her hours, but my boss has been stressing about it. Not to mention that the schedule has been less than ideal because I've been working a ton more nights and weekends and not been able to spend as much time with Matt. And there is literally no back up plan if one of the remaining three of us gets sick or injured... it makes me worry a little bit about what is going to happen down the road if I have to miss work or leave early for some reason. I have not once (so far) called in sick because of pregnancy symptoms, and I doubt that is going to change, but it would be nice to just feel like I had the option if I needed to take advantage of it.
Needless to say I am looking forward to dialing it back a little come September.
Aughhh I think I am gonna have to miss work tomorrow... I feel crappy.
Work has sucked a little lately because one of the other members of our management team broke her foot and as a result has a bunch of restrictions on the time of day and length of shift she can work. The good thing is that I have been picking up a bunch of her hours, but my boss has been stressing about it. Not to mention that the schedule has been less than ideal because I've been working a ton more nights and weekends and not been able to spend as much time with Matt. And there is literally no back up plan if one of the remaining three of us gets sick or injured... it makes me worry a little bit about what is going to happen down the road if I have to miss work or leave early for some reason. I have not once (so far) called in sick because of pregnancy symptoms, and I doubt that is going to change, but it would be nice to just feel like I had the option if I needed to take advantage of it.
Needless to say I am looking forward to dialing it back a little come September.
Aughhh I think I am gonna have to miss work tomorrow... I feel crappy.
Friday, May 01, 2009
I love the women who ask me how far along I am, and then feign surprise, like "You're due in August? Wow-- you look great!" I know they are lying, but I appreciate the sentiment nonetheless. And it definitely beats the strangers who say stuff like "Wow, you are huge" or tell me about their friend/sister/wife/self whoever who was "barely showing" at 26 weeks or gained like 10 pounds their whole pregnancy. I'm not gonna lie... I kinda want to be mean to those people.
I have read about how random people you don't even know will give you advice or comment on your habits while you're pregnant. I am just beginning to experience this phenomenon. (Mental note: never become this person.) The other day at Winco the guy checking me out told me I should only load my bags to 10 lbs. I said, "I don't know what book you're reading, but I can carry like 40 lbs if I want to." He told me that it was very dangerous for me to lift heavy things "especially this late in your pregnancy" (again, STRANGER, so he really has no idea how far along I am). He proceeded to pick up each of my bags and tell me which ones were too heavy. Then he double checked my bag of kitty litter (8 lbs so I guess I was safe). I explained to him that I do yoga with two 5 lb weights every single day-- I think I can handle my own groceries. Which is when he gave me that look that people give when pregnant women don't take their advice-- it's a mix between "I warned you" and "Someone should really call social services."
I know people are well-meaning, and I speak partly in jest, but still, it can be annoying. A man scolded my coworker the other day for making me carry a bucket of water. Like, actually spoke sternly to her, and frowned when we both laughed at him. The other day I ordered coffee from my own work, and my coworker said, "Did you mean decaf?" Uhhhh NO. I meant what I said. To which her reply was "Ooooooookay." (aka: I warned you.)
Anyway.... time to eat. I am always grumpy before breakfast.
I have read about how random people you don't even know will give you advice or comment on your habits while you're pregnant. I am just beginning to experience this phenomenon. (Mental note: never become this person.) The other day at Winco the guy checking me out told me I should only load my bags to 10 lbs. I said, "I don't know what book you're reading, but I can carry like 40 lbs if I want to." He told me that it was very dangerous for me to lift heavy things "especially this late in your pregnancy" (again, STRANGER, so he really has no idea how far along I am). He proceeded to pick up each of my bags and tell me which ones were too heavy. Then he double checked my bag of kitty litter (8 lbs so I guess I was safe). I explained to him that I do yoga with two 5 lb weights every single day-- I think I can handle my own groceries. Which is when he gave me that look that people give when pregnant women don't take their advice-- it's a mix between "I warned you" and "Someone should really call social services."
I know people are well-meaning, and I speak partly in jest, but still, it can be annoying. A man scolded my coworker the other day for making me carry a bucket of water. Like, actually spoke sternly to her, and frowned when we both laughed at him. The other day I ordered coffee from my own work, and my coworker said, "Did you mean decaf?" Uhhhh NO. I meant what I said. To which her reply was "Ooooooookay." (aka: I warned you.)
Anyway.... time to eat. I am always grumpy before breakfast.
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