Sunday, March 29, 2009

Yeah, so about this blogging thing

It has been pointed out to me that I haven't really been keeping up with my end of the bargain, that is, that I would post something for you to read. Of course, to have continued to post through the craziness that is my life (I mean really, there were episodes of "Leverage" and "Burn Notice" that HAD to be watched, can you blame me?) would mean I had to have assumed I even had this reader. Obviously, I was unaware until recently.

So if you've been curious (lord knows why you would be), here's a synapses of all the changes you've been missing:

  • I used to hit "snooze" 3 times, exactly. Now, it's more like 7.

  • If you looked in my kitchen, you'd think I was already raising a preschooler. We're talking Golden Grahams, Corn Pops, Pop-tarts, Jello pudding, graham crackers...

  • Running is... well, something I think upon fondly and miss dearly. Truth is, the elliptical and bike are my friends until I buy something to support my expanding belly.

  • When I used to have extreme difficulty completing a task, I'd get really mad and curse and possibly throw something (not breakable, and not at anything that would break). Now, I get really really mad, curse a lot, and probably should not be in the vicinity of a hammer.

  • I cannot, for the life of me, decide between a bassinet or a pack n' play, let alone discern the functional difference between either, yet my Babies' R Us registry helper-thingy insists I register both. Which means I better start inviting my ridiculously rich and famous friends to the shower.

  • I used to cry for painfully sappy chick flicks. I now cry for action films, comedies, fantasy, daytime TLC shows, and ASPCA commercials (for the love of god WHY do they have to play Sarah McGlachlin??)

I will try to be better updating this thing in the future, dear reader. Notice how that wasn't plural. I'm all about the humble.

Oh, and one more change:

Yeah, she's gonna be a bigg'un.

Friday, March 20, 2009

never ceases to amaze me...

Found in response to a woman's blog about managing injuries while training for a marathon..."Child, STOP Running on the road! I think there are better ways a woman can abuse her body than running... I got shin splints when I ran on pavement... duh... that's what you got too sweetie.If you insist on running, warm up, but I think it's best if a woman does not do long distance running. Your body is saying: "STOP" when you have pain. (Just like the first person who commented.) I garden and direct a choir and do alot of housework watching my 3 or 4 grandchildren. I just turned 50! I do NOT have pain when I do those things, but if I were to start running today, I would get shin splints by tomorrow. It's not that I don't run, actually I do when my gkids & I play soccer in my living room or when I'm out on the lawn building a snowman with them. Or we're playing catch. You see, you need your body for life, not just to impress someone... I am not impressed with people who abuse their bodies in any way- and going to fitness extremes can abuse your body, so if you insist on doing that, then, be sensible and DON"T RUN ON PAVEMENT- it's also really very bad for your female organ parts and replacement of those is way too common.... I still have all my parts and I had 4 children."

Really? 'Replacement' is too common? I've never heard of having anything replaced down there.

I love that this woman thinks that female runners only run to impress other people, and that it's self-destructive. You know what's self-destructive? Playing it safe all the time for fear of getting so much as a splinter. Forgoing higher education if it interferes with procreating. Listening to old wives' tales when deciding what you can or cannot do instead of medical advice backed by decades of research.

Gardening and building snowmen are fun, but they are not enough physical activity to ward off the loss of muscle mass, bone mass, or cardiovascular fitnes. You have to MOVE. And not just in your living room (soccor, in your living room?) Running is not an "extreme" sport. Running 50 marathons in 50 days a-la Dean Karnazes is extreme, but training for A marathon is not.Sorry, stupidity is really getting to me today. End rant.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Which Team?

Today's the day we find out: Team Pink, or Team Blue!

Over the past few days I've finally started to feel a connection with the little one. I have yet to experience any consistent movements, but there are little bumps and flutters that seem to occur at the perfect moment to tell me, "yup, I'm still here!" Not long from now, I'm sure I'll feel it kicking away as I'm trying to sleep, poking me in the ribs, and kicking me in the diaphragm. Then, not long after that, it'll be kicking around as I try to change it's diaper, or as it throws a tantrum because the child doesn't want to do his or her chores.

Yikes, too fast.

As I've shared with some of you, we're also looking at moving this year. Zac's job is moving him to Atlanta so we're looking at houses in the 'burbs [far] outside the perimeter. We want to be close enough to enjoy nights out on the town, but far enough away to circumvent rush hour.

There are so many things that need to take place between now and then, and my head is still spinning about where to start. We've secured a person to help us *finally* finish our kitchen and help clean up / landscape our back yard, but the trick is coordinating schedules to actually get that stuff done. And then, before I know it, we'll be dealing with baby registries, putting together a nursery, switching OB's, and figuring out just where the heck I'm gonna deliver. How do people do it? I have a hard enough time remembering to buy dog food and cat litter, let alone figuring out all the things I'll need to take care of a child! (Fortunately, my mother, much as one might suspect if they knew anything about her, has already purchased 6 months worth of diapers.)

Despite the craziness that will soon ensue, I have to remember to take time to enjoy these significantly more comfortable months of pregnancy. I've got my energy, still have my strength and coordination, and I'm still small enough that getting overheated isn't an issue. I suspect the tone in the blog I post a couple months from now won't be nearly as positive, as I'm sweating and cursing while trying to pack boxes, dealing with the possible return of naussea and food aversions, and, for all I know, coping with hemorroids. Too much info? Wait until you (or your significant other) become pregnant. No topic is off-limits.