So... things have been pretty much the same. I have my first baby shower this weekend which is totally freaking me out. When they seemed far off, the baby seemed far off too, so I had time to process. Now, it's coming so quickly and it's scary!
We got a new "baby monitor." Actually, it's some kind of security camera. I think it has a lot of cool features or something. I don't know-- Dave picked it out. Anyway, it's currently being used as a Livingston dog monitor during the day. Apparently, Dave checks on the kids to make sure they stay out of trouble. And if they do act up, he can use the fancy two-way voice feature to yell at them! (We probably won't use the yelling feature with the baby).
Anyway, not much to say, so here are some real convos from the recent past:
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Me: Hey, did you end up getting the new vacuum belt?
Dave: No, but I just pulled about a pound of blonde hair out of the wheel, and it's working better now.
(whoops)
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*Dave is having "guys' night" tonight, so I don't have to feed him dinner. These are in reference to the occasion:
Me: So, what are you guys doing for guys' night?
Dave: Playing poker,getting whores... (Pause). Call of Duty.
Me: Oh, ok have fun.
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*On guy's night:
Me, over the phone: Dave can I go to Whataburger for dinner?
Dave: Sure, why would I care if you went to Whataburger?
Me: Because I don't know if I have any money. (A.k.a. "going out to eat" money)
Dave: Oh, well maybe you should check on that before you go.
Me: I don't have any money, but I have the card. But I really want to go!
Dave: Well I think I can't argue with a pregnant woman.
Me: Thanks! I won't do it again. Without money, I mean.
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And have I mentioned I love student teaching? Strange coincidence, but there is a boy in my class who we can just call Jimmy. Jimmy's mom is my OB. It should probably be more awkward than it seems to me right now, but oh well.
This happened today:
Jimmy: Since when do you drink coffee?
Me: Um, I don't know. Don't tell your mom.
Busted.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
The Big Decision...
has been made. Well, kind of.
Some lovely friends of mine have confirmed Dave's desire to wait until we meet Scooter to name her. He wants to see what she looks like, or rather, "who" she looks like. I think it's sweet, but I am so part of the other camp. (Really, are there even camps for this?)
I think babies all come out looking like cottage-cheese covered aliens. Don't get me wrong, I think childbirth is a miracle straight from the hand of God, and yes I cry watching A Baby Story (especially these days). I just think that newborns look like little pink old men with swollen faces. I can't imagine myself being like, "Oh! Her name is Myla!" right then. I just figured that if we named Scooter, we could call her by name for a while, and when she shows up, that's who she will be.
But alas, I love my husband. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't be having this little tyke. (That is true on so many levels). Recently, many have told me that they just knew when they saw their baby what his/her name should be. And I don't think those people are crazies.
So, we are waiting until d-day! BUT, Myla and Rory are the only names allowed on the table. That way I won't get too overwhelmed. Also, I should probably remind everyone that I do love my child. She has been swimming around in here for a while now, so I think we are pretty tight.
But thanks for all the votes! I keep reading them, because they make me smile.
Some lovely friends of mine have confirmed Dave's desire to wait until we meet Scooter to name her. He wants to see what she looks like, or rather, "who" she looks like. I think it's sweet, but I am so part of the other camp. (Really, are there even camps for this?)
I think babies all come out looking like cottage-cheese covered aliens. Don't get me wrong, I think childbirth is a miracle straight from the hand of God, and yes I cry watching A Baby Story (especially these days). I just think that newborns look like little pink old men with swollen faces. I can't imagine myself being like, "Oh! Her name is Myla!" right then. I just figured that if we named Scooter, we could call her by name for a while, and when she shows up, that's who she will be.
But alas, I love my husband. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't be having this little tyke. (That is true on so many levels). Recently, many have told me that they just knew when they saw their baby what his/her name should be. And I don't think those people are crazies.
So, we are waiting until d-day! BUT, Myla and Rory are the only names allowed on the table. That way I won't get too overwhelmed. Also, I should probably remind everyone that I do love my child. She has been swimming around in here for a while now, so I think we are pretty tight.
But thanks for all the votes! I keep reading them, because they make me smile.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Life as We Know it
We finally had to go to James Avery to get a cheap fat ring for me. My wedding and engagement rings are size 6. We just bought a size 8 today! Scary. I know I should just suck it up and go ringless for a while, but I don't want to look like a teen mom. So sue me. No, don't. That's...the opposite of the point I'm trying to make.
(The Office, anyone? Remember???)
I think the kid is already on her own feeding schedule, and she isn't even here yet! It is definitely either a feeding schedule or a dance party schedule, because it gets a little crazy in there. I just think it would be a lot more convenient for me if she adopted my sleep schedule at least until she is born. And having kids is supposed to be convenient, right?
To close, these are a couple of real conversations from the past few days:
Dave: What is that condition called where you're not just big-boned or obese, but everything is just larger than everyone else?
Katy: I think it's called elephantitis. I'm thinking Abraham Lincoln had it or something.
Dave: Oh. I thought it was called gigantorism.
(I'm lucky I didn't pee on myself from laughing).
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Dave: You need to clean out your sink. (Pause). I shouldn't have to tell you that.
Katy: But I like it better when you do it. I shouldn't have to tell you that!
(The Office, anyone? Remember???)
I think the kid is already on her own feeding schedule, and she isn't even here yet! It is definitely either a feeding schedule or a dance party schedule, because it gets a little crazy in there. I just think it would be a lot more convenient for me if she adopted my sleep schedule at least until she is born. And having kids is supposed to be convenient, right?
To close, these are a couple of real conversations from the past few days:
Dave: What is that condition called where you're not just big-boned or obese, but everything is just larger than everyone else?
Katy: I think it's called elephantitis. I'm thinking Abraham Lincoln had it or something.
Dave: Oh. I thought it was called gigantorism.
(I'm lucky I didn't pee on myself from laughing).
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Dave: You need to clean out your sink. (Pause). I shouldn't have to tell you that.
Katy: But I like it better when you do it. I shouldn't have to tell you that!
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Odds and Ends
I feel like I had some things to blog about this week, but as it turns out, I forgot them all. I'll just put these updated pics up and see if anything else comes to mind...
Oh wait, I remember one thing. I went to Starbucks before work one day to order my new usual: tall decaf cinnamon dulce frappuchino. Yes, I know there is still some caffeine in decaf coffee. No, I really don't care. On my way in, a man says, "Almost due?" and I said, "Yes! Well, in two more months..." Then I proceeded to walk in thinking..."Oh crap, I'm huge. We're at that point now."
25 Week Review
26 Weeks
27 Weeks (aka the photo in which I unintentionally pay homage to America's beloved purple dinosaur)
28 Weeks (aka the point at which I have gained the total 25 pounds I was supposed to gain over the entire pregnancy...)
29 Weeks
30 Weeks (the point in which I realize that I am already huge and there are still 10 weeks to go. Uh oh. Somebody will just need to carry me around soon).
So, we went to our childbirth class.
Highlights:
- The hospital seems nice
- Dave won the baby doll diaper changing contest
Lows:
- It lasted a looong time.
- I just might be terrified of the epidural
Next time I think of something to blog, I'll be sure to write it down before the baby brain strikes again.
Oh wait, I remember one thing. I went to Starbucks before work one day to order my new usual: tall decaf cinnamon dulce frappuchino. Yes, I know there is still some caffeine in decaf coffee. No, I really don't care. On my way in, a man says, "Almost due?" and I said, "Yes! Well, in two more months..." Then I proceeded to walk in thinking..."Oh crap, I'm huge. We're at that point now."
25 Week Review
26 Weeks
27 Weeks (aka the photo in which I unintentionally pay homage to America's beloved purple dinosaur)
28 Weeks (aka the point at which I have gained the total 25 pounds I was supposed to gain over the entire pregnancy...)
29 Weeks
30 Weeks (the point in which I realize that I am already huge and there are still 10 weeks to go. Uh oh. Somebody will just need to carry me around soon).
So, we went to our childbirth class.
Highlights:
- The hospital seems nice
- Dave won the baby doll diaper changing contest
Lows:
- It lasted a looong time.
- I just might be terrified of the epidural
Next time I think of something to blog, I'll be sure to write it down before the baby brain strikes again.
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