I walked to the mailbox today. Man, that sh1t is far away.
That said, the stairs in my house are no longer the daunting task that they were during pregnancy. I can actually walk up them without having to take a break mid-way.
My body looks a lot like it did in college. A little swollen, big boobs, and a beer gut. Although, back then, it was due to the beer. And tequila. And whiskey. And cheese fries. Oh, the cheese fries.
My goal for Friday is to walk our street. It's about a half mile long...so there and back will be a mile. It's our usual dog walking path, but I will probably do it without the pugzys because it will likely take me at least an hour. Stupid stitches. Making me an invalid. I was watching The Biggest Loser tonight (BTW - what is UP with all the bungee jumping? I don't watch this show to watch bungee jumping or to hear stupid metaphors about life that are related to bungee jumping. I watch it for the workouts and the weight loss. End rant.) and was VERY jealous of their workouts. And then I looked through all my friends pics who ran Boston (shout out to Audrey who ran Boston for the first time! Congrats!). And then through the NOLA 70.3 pics (special shout out to Allison who raced her first 70.3 in New Orleans this past weekend! Even though the swim was cancelled, she rocked it!). And then the MS150 pics... I was GREEN with envy. Green I say! Soon, little Paduwon. Soon.
In baby news, this is funny. That said, you know you are hormonal when this makes you cry so hard that you can't even it read it aloud to your husband. Dear lord. The hormones.
“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.
Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.
Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.
May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.
Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.
O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.
And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.
Amen.
-Tina Fey
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Lover by Day...
...Screaming banshee by night. If she were a teenager, all the other kids would be calling her two-faced.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey say sleep when the baby sleeps. But, unfortunately, I did not automatically become nocturnal just because I gave birth. Soooo, that's a bunch of whooey. That said, I'm probably getting about 4 hours of sleep a day, which is about what I got pre-baby, so I am doing pretty good.
@Erin - Yeah, I CANNOT believe how much hair she has, but really, it shouldn't be a surprise. My mom says I got my first haircut at 6 weeks...haha. The good news is that I have a use for those little baby combs they put in all the safety/grooming kits. Totally thought that was a joke. Ha.
@Pam - The dogs have been, well, interesting. Donny, the older, more docile and less attention seeking one, spends most of his day trying to lick her head and air hump her. It's really touching to watch. Dixie, the puppy, the wild but super sweet attention grubbing one, has been totally okay with her...he gets very interested and upset when she cries, which is interesting. They are both tall enough to see her in her pack-n-play, so they spend a lot of their day just looking at her...just like us. Ha. I had a little bit of a breakdown on Sunday when I felt guilty that they weren't getting the attention they need and deserve, but I think once we get back into the swing of things (and I am all healed up), they will get more snuggling again. Fingers crossed because they deserve it.
@Mary - Her skin isn't too teribly yellow yet, but the whites of her eyes are bright yellow...kind of creepy. It seems to be getting better though...tough to chase sun around in a townhouse though. Our sunlight is pretty fleeting.
Tommy made the trek to Central Market last night, we stocked up on fish, and I had a delicious dinner of sushi and champagne last night. There is nothing better than some salmon nigiri and a cold glass of bubbly (although, when it's just the two of us, we put our booze in plastic solo cups, but that's not the point...) Oh, how I missed the cold deliciousness of sushi.
I've watched more bad tv than I even knew existed. But I set the DVR to record Family Feud, so I will never miss my beloved Steve Harvey again. Phew.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey say sleep when the baby sleeps. But, unfortunately, I did not automatically become nocturnal just because I gave birth. Soooo, that's a bunch of whooey. That said, I'm probably getting about 4 hours of sleep a day, which is about what I got pre-baby, so I am doing pretty good.
@Erin - Yeah, I CANNOT believe how much hair she has, but really, it shouldn't be a surprise. My mom says I got my first haircut at 6 weeks...haha. The good news is that I have a use for those little baby combs they put in all the safety/grooming kits. Totally thought that was a joke. Ha.
@Pam - The dogs have been, well, interesting. Donny, the older, more docile and less attention seeking one, spends most of his day trying to lick her head and air hump her. It's really touching to watch. Dixie, the puppy, the wild but super sweet attention grubbing one, has been totally okay with her...he gets very interested and upset when she cries, which is interesting. They are both tall enough to see her in her pack-n-play, so they spend a lot of their day just looking at her...just like us. Ha. I had a little bit of a breakdown on Sunday when I felt guilty that they weren't getting the attention they need and deserve, but I think once we get back into the swing of things (and I am all healed up), they will get more snuggling again. Fingers crossed because they deserve it.
@Mary - Her skin isn't too teribly yellow yet, but the whites of her eyes are bright yellow...kind of creepy. It seems to be getting better though...tough to chase sun around in a townhouse though. Our sunlight is pretty fleeting.
Tommy made the trek to Central Market last night, we stocked up on fish, and I had a delicious dinner of sushi and champagne last night. There is nothing better than some salmon nigiri and a cold glass of bubbly (although, when it's just the two of us, we put our booze in plastic solo cups, but that's not the point...) Oh, how I missed the cold deliciousness of sushi.
I've watched more bad tv than I even knew existed. But I set the DVR to record Family Feud, so I will never miss my beloved Steve Harvey again. Phew.
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| Sunbathing! |
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Miss Anna!!
After much ado about a lot of things, Anna is here!
I haven't had the chance to blog much because well, I have a newborn, but also because it is way easier to play on the internet on an iPad while nursing, but it is not easier to type a blog post on an iPad. An iPad is a lot of fun things, but a functional piece of technology, it is not.
Nonetheless, me and my little jaundiced baby are chasing sun around our house and I am currently at our desk...which makes typing a blog, albeit typing one handed, a much easier task.
The rest of this post is fairly TMI...but since you read my blog already, you are probably fully aware that I have no filter when it comes to sharing of information. Soooo, you've been warned.
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A brief overview of my labor and Anna's subsequent delivery...
I got in on Wednesday night to start the process...I slept about 30 minutes that night. I don't know they expect ANYONE (nevermind someone with serious sleep issues) to sleep when they are having contractions, are tied up to a fetal monitor and an IV, are having their blood pressure taken every 30 minutes, having blood drawn about 7 times (side story!), and are probably going to have their life changed dramatically in the next day or so...so I was pretty pooped on Thursday.
On Thursday morning at almost exactly 7AM (which worked out perfectly for my Ironman timing comparison!), they started me on the pitocin which jumpstarted my contractions...and I jumpstarted my watch. Ha. My doc came and broke my water...with a knitting needle...and the real fun began. Our families arrived around 10:30 and while I tried to enjoy seeing them, I was in pain and wasn't really in the mood for chit chat. I decided to get the epidural around 12:30...I kind of thought the anethesiologist would take longer than he did, but alas, I was epiduralized by 12:45. My Family Feud was interrupted, but it was totally worth it.
The epi worked its magic and I was a whole new woman. My family came in and we chatted and hung out the rest of the afternoon. I wasn't feeling any pain (ie, not feeling the contractions at all) and had a really good time with my family. The nurse had told me that I would feel "pressure" when I was fully dilated and ready to go, but at 4:45PM, she came in to check me and said she could see hair...holy crap. I assumed we were still really far away from delivery since I hadn't felt anything...I was very taken by surprise. My doc showed up at 5 and we began the fun!
With an epidural, delivery is hard work - probably some of the hardest work I have ever done - but it was not painful in the slightest...and within about 45 minutes of pushing, little Anna was placed on my chest and a family of 3 was formed!
I thought I would be totally grossed out by how nasty the little monster was, but like everyone says, you just don't notice it. She was wonderful and beautiful and I felt so overcome with love...for her, for Tommy, and for our wonderful friends and family.
I aslo thought umbilical cords looked like red sausage links...um, no, they do not. They are blue, look like telephone cords and are HUGE. Like probably the diameter of a quarter huge. Holy crap.
I beat my Ironman finishing time by over 2 hours (hooray!) and when I went through the pictures, I cracked up that my husband knows me well enough to know that I would need this picture:
After they fixed me up and I got to hold Miss Anna, they weighed her - a solid 8lbs 0.7oz of monster - and our families came in to see her. It was great being so pain free and relaxed to be able to enjoy the time with her and with them.
Then they took me to my recover room, where we went by the nursery and I got to see her one more time before they started all the mean things they do to newborns. They wheeled me by the nursery and I started crying when I saw her. And then they told me that that wasn't her. Ha. All newborns look exactly the same to me. Apparently this is her...but frankly, she looked identical to the one in the crib next to her, so who knows.
Every morning at 6:30, all the babies are taken to the nursery for the nurse shift change...I had no idea this many babies existed in nature. Nevermind in one location. And this is only half of them.
I will write more at some point and then I will get caught up on everyone else's blogs...stupid iPad and it's lack of blogger functionality...but until then, I leave you with this quick story about me getting my blood taken 37 times in the span of 3 days...
I have always thought I had o positive blood. I donated plasma twice a week in college for about 3 years (I was very poor!), I have donated blood every 8 weeks for the last 7 years (they come to my office so it's super easy) and when I got pregnant, they took my blood and verified that I am in fact, o positive. HOWEVER, when I got to the hospital on Wednesday, they took my blood and told me I am o negative. They took about 20 more vials to confirm this. They all came back o negative. APPARENTLY (now this is just so bizarre), I am o negative, but it has enough positive in it that I can't donate to o negative people. Not a single doctor we talked to has ever heard of such a thing. The hemotologist (blood doc) had never heard of such a thing. None the less, after giving the hospital most of the blood I have in my body, I still have absolutely no idea what my blood type is.
I haven't had the chance to blog much because well, I have a newborn, but also because it is way easier to play on the internet on an iPad while nursing, but it is not easier to type a blog post on an iPad. An iPad is a lot of fun things, but a functional piece of technology, it is not.
Nonetheless, me and my little jaundiced baby are chasing sun around our house and I am currently at our desk...which makes typing a blog, albeit typing one handed, a much easier task.
The rest of this post is fairly TMI...but since you read my blog already, you are probably fully aware that I have no filter when it comes to sharing of information. Soooo, you've been warned.
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A brief overview of my labor and Anna's subsequent delivery...
I got in on Wednesday night to start the process...I slept about 30 minutes that night. I don't know they expect ANYONE (nevermind someone with serious sleep issues) to sleep when they are having contractions, are tied up to a fetal monitor and an IV, are having their blood pressure taken every 30 minutes, having blood drawn about 7 times (side story!), and are probably going to have their life changed dramatically in the next day or so...so I was pretty pooped on Thursday.
On Thursday morning at almost exactly 7AM (which worked out perfectly for my Ironman timing comparison!), they started me on the pitocin which jumpstarted my contractions...and I jumpstarted my watch. Ha. My doc came and broke my water...with a knitting needle...and the real fun began. Our families arrived around 10:30 and while I tried to enjoy seeing them, I was in pain and wasn't really in the mood for chit chat. I decided to get the epidural around 12:30...I kind of thought the anethesiologist would take longer than he did, but alas, I was epiduralized by 12:45. My Family Feud was interrupted, but it was totally worth it.
The epi worked its magic and I was a whole new woman. My family came in and we chatted and hung out the rest of the afternoon. I wasn't feeling any pain (ie, not feeling the contractions at all) and had a really good time with my family. The nurse had told me that I would feel "pressure" when I was fully dilated and ready to go, but at 4:45PM, she came in to check me and said she could see hair...holy crap. I assumed we were still really far away from delivery since I hadn't felt anything...I was very taken by surprise. My doc showed up at 5 and we began the fun!
With an epidural, delivery is hard work - probably some of the hardest work I have ever done - but it was not painful in the slightest...and within about 45 minutes of pushing, little Anna was placed on my chest and a family of 3 was formed!
I thought I would be totally grossed out by how nasty the little monster was, but like everyone says, you just don't notice it. She was wonderful and beautiful and I felt so overcome with love...for her, for Tommy, and for our wonderful friends and family.
I aslo thought umbilical cords looked like red sausage links...um, no, they do not. They are blue, look like telephone cords and are HUGE. Like probably the diameter of a quarter huge. Holy crap.
I beat my Ironman finishing time by over 2 hours (hooray!) and when I went through the pictures, I cracked up that my husband knows me well enough to know that I would need this picture:
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| 10 hours and 47 minutes of labor...I was done before the sun went down. It's every Ironman's dream! |
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| Our family of 3. It's really a shame that labor and delivery are such hard work. There's just no way you could ever get a decent picture. At least Anna and Tommy look good. |
Then they took me to my recover room, where we went by the nursery and I got to see her one more time before they started all the mean things they do to newborns. They wheeled me by the nursery and I started crying when I saw her. And then they told me that that wasn't her. Ha. All newborns look exactly the same to me. Apparently this is her...but frankly, she looked identical to the one in the crib next to her, so who knows.
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| 8lbs 0oz of Terror! |
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| The cutest little baby I have ever seen. And I am sooo not a baby person. Although, maybe I am now. |
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| The baby parade! The one next to the one with the blue thing on it has the giantest, bushiest eyebwrows I have EVER seen. Even on an adult. It would give Bert and Ernie a run for their money. |
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| Miss Anna! |
I have always thought I had o positive blood. I donated plasma twice a week in college for about 3 years (I was very poor!), I have donated blood every 8 weeks for the last 7 years (they come to my office so it's super easy) and when I got pregnant, they took my blood and verified that I am in fact, o positive. HOWEVER, when I got to the hospital on Wednesday, they took my blood and told me I am o negative. They took about 20 more vials to confirm this. They all came back o negative. APPARENTLY (now this is just so bizarre), I am o negative, but it has enough positive in it that I can't donate to o negative people. Not a single doctor we talked to has ever heard of such a thing. The hemotologist (blood doc) had never heard of such a thing. None the less, after giving the hospital most of the blood I have in my body, I still have absolutely no idea what my blood type is.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Update!
Just got my epidural...absolute heaven. That said, the anesthesiologist came during the only good daytime tv show-Family Feud. I missed hearing what 100 people say that "women find sexy about Robin Hood".
I love Family Feud.
I love Family Feud.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
It's Like a Hotel, Except That It Sucks
So, I'm in the hospital...got my IV, my blood pressure cuff, and my fetal monitor all hooked up, and the nurse is surprised that I can't sleep. Ha.
We are seriously hoping that Anna is pretty because looks may be all she has if she isn't smart enough to find her way out of my womb. I'm pretty sure we can count on her living with us until she is 50.
iPads are cool. Blogging on them is less than cool.
Hopefully Anna arrives more quickly than my doctor expects...labor on 30 minutes of sleep and no caffeine could amount to a surge of obscenities. Such is life...I'm just starting the sleep deprivation one day early. Oh, and FYI, sneezing during a contraction hurts. Badly. I do not recommend it.
Good luck to all my wonderful friends running Boston, biking the MS150, and racing the NOLA 70.3! Much love and luck to you all!
We are seriously hoping that Anna is pretty because looks may be all she has if she isn't smart enough to find her way out of my womb. I'm pretty sure we can count on her living with us until she is 50.
iPads are cool. Blogging on them is less than cool.
Hopefully Anna arrives more quickly than my doctor expects...labor on 30 minutes of sleep and no caffeine could amount to a surge of obscenities. Such is life...I'm just starting the sleep deprivation one day early. Oh, and FYI, sneezing during a contraction hurts. Badly. I do not recommend it.
Good luck to all my wonderful friends running Boston, biking the MS150, and racing the NOLA 70.3! Much love and luck to you all!
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Before I Was a Mom
I will likely have a baby in less than two days (holy crap!). The fact that someone has deemed me mature enough to take on the role of caregiver to another human being is terrifying. I haven't really been emotional or hormonal throughout this pregnancy but in the last few weeks, I have kind of been a basketcase...I mean, holy crap.
And the hormones mean that my Lent promise of not cursing lasted about 20 minutes.
One of the blogs I read does a segment called Before I Was a Mom. I think most of the things people say they would never do are ridiculous, so I can only assume they are jokes - I mean, of course kids are going to eat pizza. Unless you plan on avoiding all birthday parties from now until the end of eternity, your kids will eat pizza. Or until they come up with an equally delicious and cheap alternative...which will never happen. Because pizza is awesome. Nonetheless, I tried to put together a little list of the things Tommy and I say we will never do...before we are parents.
Before I was a mom, I swore I:
Yesterday was my due date...and it came and went without any indication that Anna wants to join the real world. Apparently my womb is VERY cozy. I keep trying to tell her that her crib will be cozy too and that we have all sorts of fancy blankets, but she is stubborn. Like her dad (he rolls his eyes when I say this...I dunno why).
At 40 weeks pregnant, my belly button finally popped. That said, it's much squishier and softer than I expected it to be. It can be tamed with the panel on my pants. Thus far, I haven't gotten cankles or stretch marks, my acne has gone down to a respectable level, but I am the size of a house, I only have one outfit that fits, and I can only sit upright for about an hour at a time...I am soooo ready for this to end and to meet my little baby! I cannot believe I am still pregnant. I seriously cannot believe how much the human skin can stretch. I cannot believe how gigantic I have gotten.
We have tried all the things to induce labor naturally (short of acupuncture and castor oil) and I can say, with complete authority that none of that crap works. I've walked no less than 4 miles a day for the last 3 weeks. I've eaten about 7 pineapples. We made the eggplant parmesan and I ate about 1.5 eggplants worth. We've had the s.e.x. I'm taking evening primrose oil. I'm eating spicy-er food (I hate spicy food, so this is a challenge). It's all a bunch of crap. BUT it has kept me thoroughly entertained, so I guess there is something to be said about that. Me and the pitocin will be BFF on Thursday. That sh1t better not be a joke too.
We have determined that I will not go into labor until this balloon is deflated. I'm about to take a machete to the darn thing. I've never seen a helium balloon last this long.
Today is my last day of work, tomorrow is my last doctors appointment and then I will spend the day running errands, napping, and puttering around the house. Then we head to the hospital on Wednesday night...AHHHH! I've requested a Last Supper Dinner Date with Tommy, but we quickly determined that we can't go anywhere nice because the only outfit I have is cargo pants and flip flops. Ha.
I will update as soon as I can from the hospital...I'd update Facebook, but social networking sites are blocked at my hospital. WTH are we supposed to DO on the internet!?!?! I may go into withdrawl. I can get Facebook on my cell phone via the network, not internet, but STILL. It's small and I'm snobby.
Come on Little Anna! Your dad and I are soooo ready to meet you! And I am ready for your dad to hold you for once. :) We love you so much already...let's get the party started!!
And the hormones mean that my Lent promise of not cursing lasted about 20 minutes.
One of the blogs I read does a segment called Before I Was a Mom. I think most of the things people say they would never do are ridiculous, so I can only assume they are jokes - I mean, of course kids are going to eat pizza. Unless you plan on avoiding all birthday parties from now until the end of eternity, your kids will eat pizza. Or until they come up with an equally delicious and cheap alternative...which will never happen. Because pizza is awesome. Nonetheless, I tried to put together a little list of the things Tommy and I say we will never do...before we are parents.
- Would never give my kid some outrageous amount of money for losing a tooth.
- Would never let my kid have a TV in her room.
- Would not make fast food eating a regular habit.
- Would continue to stay active and teach my kid to love the great outdoors.
- Will do everything within my power to remain flexible
Yesterday was my due date...and it came and went without any indication that Anna wants to join the real world. Apparently my womb is VERY cozy. I keep trying to tell her that her crib will be cozy too and that we have all sorts of fancy blankets, but she is stubborn. Like her dad (he rolls his eyes when I say this...I dunno why).
At 40 weeks pregnant, my belly button finally popped. That said, it's much squishier and softer than I expected it to be. It can be tamed with the panel on my pants. Thus far, I haven't gotten cankles or stretch marks, my acne has gone down to a respectable level, but I am the size of a house, I only have one outfit that fits, and I can only sit upright for about an hour at a time...I am soooo ready for this to end and to meet my little baby! I cannot believe I am still pregnant. I seriously cannot believe how much the human skin can stretch. I cannot believe how gigantic I have gotten.
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| 40 Weeks Pregnant. Let's play MASH. Mansion, Apartment, Shack or House? |
At my work baby shower, in addition to a bunch of wonderful gifts, we got an "It's a Girl" helium balloon. The shower was on March 18 and afterwards, we came home and tied it to our stairway railing. It is now April 12 and that balloon is still inflated.
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| The Birth Prediction Balloon. |
Today is my last day of work, tomorrow is my last doctors appointment and then I will spend the day running errands, napping, and puttering around the house. Then we head to the hospital on Wednesday night...AHHHH! I've requested a Last Supper Dinner Date with Tommy, but we quickly determined that we can't go anywhere nice because the only outfit I have is cargo pants and flip flops. Ha.
I will update as soon as I can from the hospital...I'd update Facebook, but social networking sites are blocked at my hospital. WTH are we supposed to DO on the internet!?!?! I may go into withdrawl. I can get Facebook on my cell phone via the network, not internet, but STILL. It's small and I'm snobby.
Come on Little Anna! Your dad and I are soooo ready to meet you! And I am ready for your dad to hold you for once. :) We love you so much already...let's get the party started!!
Thursday, April 07, 2011
Mister Heater, Oh.
There is some grave concern over the robot aimed at my unborn child in this picture. No worries my pets, this is just Mister Heater, Oh.
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| Mister Heater, Oh. |
He looks remarkably like the robot who befriends Robin Sparkles in How I Met Your Mother and he keeps us nice and toasty during those 3 wintry nights we experience in Texas. Brrr.
We also have a tendency to sing all 4 syllable names to the tune of Womanizer by Britney Spears...hence Mister Heater, Oh. Mister Heater.
But don't be alarmed. I was not attempting to beam my child out of me. Although, it's an interesting theory.
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Right now I just need to know exactly how much eggplant parm I actually need to consume...the recipe I followed servies approximately 17 and I think I have eaten about 14 of those servings. I am turning violet, Violet! Luckily, it's freaking delicious.
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
39 Weeks.
And yes, I am still pregnant.
I had to get my drivers license renewed last week. The bad news is that I will look like Jabba the Hut on my drivers license for at least the next decade. The good news is that I totally got to cut in line. Totally worth it.
People answer the phone when I call. No matter what. Then I can sense the disappointment in their voices when they realize they paused the Sing-A-Long Grey's Anatomy to talk to me about paint drying and that no, I am not in labor.
My belly has gotten EXPONENTIALLY heavier in the last two weeks.
I am sad that I will not be that person who went running the day they went into labor. I am sad that I will not be that person who went swimming the day they went into labor. I am sad, overall, about the lack of activity in my life...but man, do you have ANY idea how much free time you have if you don't have to commute (I am working from home) AND you aren't working out? My days just got about 4 hours longer. It's pretty freaking amazing.
But, BUT, BUT I will be induced next Thursday, April 14 if I don't go into labor before then. HOORAY!
I feel a little overwhelmed by the news that I will in fact have a baby in a week (not that this is NEW news, but still...to have an end date makes it more final...). I feel like I want to putter and put the finishing touches on things, but I am so Type A, that everything has totally been done for weeks. (It's like our wedding...the week of the wedding I had no last minute errands to run...it was very anticlimatic...I folded laundry and went for a run the day of...) Soooo, instead of puttering, I am making Labor Inducing Eggplant Parmiggian...should be interesting.
4 more days of work until Maternity Leave! BONUS!
I cannot wait to meet Anna! Come on little kiddo - we are ready to meet you! And mama could use a big old martini...
And yes, I am still pregnant.
People answer the phone when I call. No matter what. Then I can sense the disappointment in their voices when they realize they paused the Sing-A-Long Grey's Anatomy to talk to me about paint drying and that no, I am not in labor.
My belly has gotten EXPONENTIALLY heavier in the last two weeks.
I am sad that I will not be that person who went running the day they went into labor. I am sad that I will not be that person who went swimming the day they went into labor. I am sad, overall, about the lack of activity in my life...but man, do you have ANY idea how much free time you have if you don't have to commute (I am working from home) AND you aren't working out? My days just got about 4 hours longer. It's pretty freaking amazing.
But, BUT, BUT I will be induced next Thursday, April 14 if I don't go into labor before then. HOORAY!
I feel a little overwhelmed by the news that I will in fact have a baby in a week (not that this is NEW news, but still...to have an end date makes it more final...). I feel like I want to putter and put the finishing touches on things, but I am so Type A, that everything has totally been done for weeks. (It's like our wedding...the week of the wedding I had no last minute errands to run...it was very anticlimatic...I folded laundry and went for a run the day of...) Soooo, instead of puttering, I am making Labor Inducing Eggplant Parmiggian...should be interesting.
4 more days of work until Maternity Leave! BONUS!
I cannot wait to meet Anna! Come on little kiddo - we are ready to meet you! And mama could use a big old martini...
Friday, April 01, 2011
Subway. Legend...
...wait for it...I hope you're not lactose intolerant...dary!
I heart cheese. I heart bread. I HATE cheese on bread. So, sandwiches with cheese on them are pretty much out of the question. Grilled cheese sandwiches? [shudder] I may have thrown up a little bit in my mouth.
But when you go to Subway, they really want to put cheese on your sandwich. If you say, no thanks...they are like, really? So, I got to where I would say that "yes, I do want some cheese, but if you could just give it to me that would be great". Because, you know, cheese should be no where near a slice of bread. I never really thought much of it. I just got my two triangles of pepper jack and my sandwich and I ate them separately. It was the perfect solution.
I've been ordering my Subway sandwiches this way for years.
Tommy and I eat Subway semi-regularly. It's our go-to fast food joint. But since we don't eat fast food much (excluding the first 7 months of pregnancy), we don't eat there more than maybe once or twice a month...maybe. So this is to say that we haven't been to our neighborhood Subway often enough for the employees there to recognize us.
Unless you order your cheese on the side. Apparently.
Last week, we popped by Subway to grab some dinner becuase we were too lazy to go to the grocery store and therefore too lazy to cook. But since I am the approximate size of Jabba the Hut and don't exactly have a plethora of clothes to wear, I stayed in the car while Tommy went in to order me a delicious Turkey and Ham on white, spinach, MAS cucumbers and salt and pepper. And cheese on the side.
He came back out to the car, handed me my two delicious triangles of pepper jack, and said, "Yeah, so when I ordered your sandwich, the lady was like, "oh yeah, I know her"". Hahaha.
I'm a legend. Jared and I are already talking about our new marketing campaign.
I heart cheese. I heart bread. I HATE cheese on bread. So, sandwiches with cheese on them are pretty much out of the question. Grilled cheese sandwiches? [shudder] I may have thrown up a little bit in my mouth.
But when you go to Subway, they really want to put cheese on your sandwich. If you say, no thanks...they are like, really? So, I got to where I would say that "yes, I do want some cheese, but if you could just give it to me that would be great". Because, you know, cheese should be no where near a slice of bread. I never really thought much of it. I just got my two triangles of pepper jack and my sandwich and I ate them separately. It was the perfect solution.
I've been ordering my Subway sandwiches this way for years.
Tommy and I eat Subway semi-regularly. It's our go-to fast food joint. But since we don't eat fast food much (excluding the first 7 months of pregnancy), we don't eat there more than maybe once or twice a month...maybe. So this is to say that we haven't been to our neighborhood Subway often enough for the employees there to recognize us.
Unless you order your cheese on the side. Apparently.
Last week, we popped by Subway to grab some dinner becuase we were too lazy to go to the grocery store and therefore too lazy to cook. But since I am the approximate size of Jabba the Hut and don't exactly have a plethora of clothes to wear, I stayed in the car while Tommy went in to order me a delicious Turkey and Ham on white, spinach, MAS cucumbers and salt and pepper. And cheese on the side.
He came back out to the car, handed me my two delicious triangles of pepper jack, and said, "Yeah, so when I ordered your sandwich, the lady was like, "oh yeah, I know her"". Hahaha.
I'm a legend. Jared and I are already talking about our new marketing campaign.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Fluency at Life.
So they (they being the powers that decide who is cool and who is not) say you become fluent in a language when you start to think or dream in that language. My friend, Kanon, moved to France and she said she knew she was fluent when she began talking for her cat (you know how crazy pet owners have voices for their pets?) in French. When we went to visit, her cat would talk to me in French, with a French accent. It was the craziest thing. This was the same weekend that Tommy got drunk and put on all of his underwear...to prove some point that I am sure was totally irrelevant to wearing 2 weeks worth of underwear...but alas...the wine had been flowing, so I may have just THOUGHT the cat was talking to me in French...
Point of this story is to say that I have deemed myself officially fluent in the language of the deaf. In my dreams last night, I kept saying, "what?" and "huh?" to the people I was talking to. I mean, really? In MY dreams, I don't know what the characters are supposed to be saying? It just seems wrong that I should need them to repeat themselves. I feel like my subconscious should be more efficient than that. I only get a couple hours of sleep a night. Do we really need to waste time having people repeat themselves? Me and Mr. Subconcious will be having a chat ASAP. Dreams should never be THAT similar to real life.
[Sidenote: I just tried to finish off a box of Lucky Charms only to realize there is WAY more in the box than I need/want. Now I HAVE to eat it because milk touched it. DRAMA at the hizzouse!]
[Seriousnote: Do you think people who are born deaf dream in spoken language or sign language (or possibly the written word)? ]
Point of this story is to say that I have deemed myself officially fluent in the language of the deaf. In my dreams last night, I kept saying, "what?" and "huh?" to the people I was talking to. I mean, really? In MY dreams, I don't know what the characters are supposed to be saying? It just seems wrong that I should need them to repeat themselves. I feel like my subconscious should be more efficient than that. I only get a couple hours of sleep a night. Do we really need to waste time having people repeat themselves? Me and Mr. Subconcious will be having a chat ASAP. Dreams should never be THAT similar to real life.
[Sidenote: I just tried to finish off a box of Lucky Charms only to realize there is WAY more in the box than I need/want. Now I HAVE to eat it because milk touched it. DRAMA at the hizzouse!]
[Seriousnote: Do you think people who are born deaf dream in spoken language or sign language (or possibly the written word)? ]
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Let's Get the Party Started.
It was an interesting week to say the least. And one that I am not sad to say is over. My only regret is that Anna is still not here...
Nonetheless, I had a giant pity party post that I was planning posting, but then my friend Allison wrote this incredibly sweet post on her blog and I am all of the sudden reminded of how lucky I am. Not that I had forgotten, sometimes you just need it put in perspective. And in the big scheme of things, my pity party is just pitiful. (This will not deter me from actually HAVING a pity party...it just means that I won't be writing about it at this exact moment...because, dude, 38 weeks pregnant is hard.) Let's all wish Allison good luck at her first 70.3 attempt in New Orleans in a few weeks - I will cheering you on from afar my dear! You will be AMAZING!
So, to sum up my pity party (not to whine, but to inform...the post I HAD written was VERY whiny, this is only moderately whiny):
I have been in a lot of pain since about Week 36. I spent Thursday and Friday of last week in the hospital. I was having a lot of trouble breathing (at rest) and was feeling really lightheaded. They ran a bunch of tests, but were unable to find the source of the infection (I had high white blood cell count). By Friday, the count had come down (still high, but lower than before) and they released me on bedrest. The good news is that bedrest alleviates most of my pain (yayy!). The bad news is that I don't tolerate bedrest well. I'm kind of a lazy sort, but I like to earn my laziness...I don't allow myself to just sit around. I have to run 10 miles to earn a few hours of trash tv. That's just how I roll. Sooo, this uninterrupted laziness is getting very, very, very old. Very. very, very quickly. And not having a schedule makes it hard to remember to brush your teeth. And that's just gross.
Nonetheless, I had a giant pity party post that I was planning posting, but then my friend Allison wrote this incredibly sweet post on her blog and I am all of the sudden reminded of how lucky I am. Not that I had forgotten, sometimes you just need it put in perspective. And in the big scheme of things, my pity party is just pitiful. (This will not deter me from actually HAVING a pity party...it just means that I won't be writing about it at this exact moment...because, dude, 38 weeks pregnant is hard.) Let's all wish Allison good luck at her first 70.3 attempt in New Orleans in a few weeks - I will cheering you on from afar my dear! You will be AMAZING!
So, to sum up my pity party (not to whine, but to inform...the post I HAD written was VERY whiny, this is only moderately whiny):
I have been in a lot of pain since about Week 36. I spent Thursday and Friday of last week in the hospital. I was having a lot of trouble breathing (at rest) and was feeling really lightheaded. They ran a bunch of tests, but were unable to find the source of the infection (I had high white blood cell count). By Friday, the count had come down (still high, but lower than before) and they released me on bedrest. The good news is that bedrest alleviates most of my pain (yayy!). The bad news is that I don't tolerate bedrest well. I'm kind of a lazy sort, but I like to earn my laziness...I don't allow myself to just sit around. I have to run 10 miles to earn a few hours of trash tv. That's just how I roll. Sooo, this uninterrupted laziness is getting very, very, very old. Very. very, very quickly. And not having a schedule makes it hard to remember to brush your teeth. And that's just gross.
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| Me, hanging out with my oxygen mask. |
At work, they started a pool to guess when Anna will arrive...$5 per entry, closest to the date/time wins...winner takes all. I selected April 1 and April 21...I really think she will come on Friday (only because Tommy will be about 5 hours away...) or April 21 because she hates me and wants me to suffer for as long as possible. :) Acting like a terd already. She gets it from Tommy.
But enough with the pity partying. I'm on bedrest, which is enough to make even the most inactive people go insane. But I am working from home, so at least I am occupied during the day...and then I make Tommy perform a song and dance when he gets home.My mom is the cutest thing ever. She teaches 1st grade, and on Friday, they were working on letter writing...so she wrote me a letter. Love that woman.
All my whining about my lack of king cake worked! :) My father-in-law heard my plea and sent one over and OMG, most delicious thing ever. If you have never experienced a real New Orleans king cake (preferrably from Randazzo's), you haven't lived (and no, that crap they sell at Kroger is NOT the real deal). It was even 5 days old due to some issues with the UPS and STILL the most delicious thing ever. And the best thing about king cake is that you can eat it for breakfast. Thank ya Bill!
At some point last week, I became a full fledged pregnant woman with hormones and cravings and all those wonderful things you read about. Until then, I had just been in pain. Now, I get upset about it too. And I may or may not have cried when the washing machine took too long. Yeah. Hormones. Awesome. And I had my first craving...Sprite. MUST. HAVE. SPRITE. NOOOOOOOOOW. I don't like Sprite. But man, I gotta have me a Sprite and I gotta have me a Sprite at this moment. So, now, thanks to my wonderful husband, we have a refrigerator that is fully stocked with delicious and nutritious Sprite.
My dog licked my last two Tagalongs (or Peanut Butter Patties or WHATEVER). But dude, I'm still eatin' 'em. Those are the last two. I can't miss out on the peanut buttery goodness until next year. Stupid dog. Hope she brushed her teeth after she ate poop the other day.
All in all, I am one lucky gal...thanks for the reminder Allison. :) And man, that Ironman finisher video gets me everytime. If having Anna is even half as good as finishing that race was, she will be worth all the pain I am dealing with right now. Can't wait to meet our stubborn little girl...the fat lady is singing, so let's get this over with!
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| All the important parts of the letter are circled. |
At some point last week, I became a full fledged pregnant woman with hormones and cravings and all those wonderful things you read about. Until then, I had just been in pain. Now, I get upset about it too. And I may or may not have cried when the washing machine took too long. Yeah. Hormones. Awesome. And I had my first craving...Sprite. MUST. HAVE. SPRITE. NOOOOOOOOOW. I don't like Sprite. But man, I gotta have me a Sprite and I gotta have me a Sprite at this moment. So, now, thanks to my wonderful husband, we have a refrigerator that is fully stocked with delicious and nutritious Sprite.
My dog licked my last two Tagalongs (or Peanut Butter Patties or WHATEVER). But dude, I'm still eatin' 'em. Those are the last two. I can't miss out on the peanut buttery goodness until next year. Stupid dog. Hope she brushed her teeth after she ate poop the other day.
All in all, I am one lucky gal...thanks for the reminder Allison. :) And man, that Ironman finisher video gets me everytime. If having Anna is even half as good as finishing that race was, she will be worth all the pain I am dealing with right now. Can't wait to meet our stubborn little girl...the fat lady is singing, so let's get this over with!
Monday, March 21, 2011
Super Moon Schmuper Schmoon
I am officially harboring a full term baby in belly as of today. Anna has reached her 37th Week birthday and I am ready to get this show on the road. Anna apparently has very different ideas. She's wild and woolly already. Definitely doesn't get that trait from me.
Anyway, I haven't written lately because, well, I'm not feeling funny. I'm not Debbie Downer anymore, I'm just not thinking everything is funny like normal. I mean, I didn't even laugh out loud at Wipeout the other night. And I ALWAYS laugh out loud at Wipeout. I'm mostly just feeling fat and I'm in quite a bit of pain...so watching people whack themselves in the head with the Bouncy Balls just isn't as amusing as it normally is.
On Saturday night the Super Full Moon came 'round and I was fully hoping that the tidal forces would pull this baby out of me, but no cigar. I'm not normally a superstitious person, but I AM a person who is very tired of being pregnant, who was one day short of a full term baby and who was hoping with all her heart that Saturday would be the day. I even went outside and wagged my belly at the moon. For good luck you know.
Dam you Moon and your super fullness.
I was able to start walking again last week and I think it had a HUGE impact on my morale. I love being outside and the past month being stuck inside was really doing a number on my sanity. I spent a few hours at the park almost everynight, walking, people watching, attempting to run (hahahaha), and just generally enjoying March in Texas. Gotta love it.
I completed my Labor and Delivery playlist - my iPad is uploaded and ready to rock. Hospital bag is packed, Anna's clothes are washed and loaded and my countdown has begun. One month from today is the day my doc says she will induce me if I haven't already gone into labor...soooo, one month from today I WILL have a baby. (OMG, I have to suffer for another month, heads will roll).
At our final ultrasound last week, it was confirmed that Anna is still a girl (and I saw it with my own eyes, and therefore believe it now), she has a full head of hair, small head and giant thighs (Gonna be a cheerleader? Oh snap!) and is weighing in at about average. They predict that she will be about 7.5lbs-8.5lbs at birth. We will see!
My maternity portrait arrived on Saturday and it looks great! I am so happy with how it turned out and how you can't tell if I am unphotogenic or not.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
She's Baaaaack!
Okay, Debbie Downer is gone. She has been replaced with her more rested sister I Finally Feel Like a Human Again Christy. Thank the lord. Now, to reach this rested state, I had to drug myself, go to bed at 8PM and lay in bed until 7AM, but I feel human. Maybe, just MAYBE, I will eat lunch with my co-workers instead of napping in the backseat of my car. [gasp!]
Tidbits:
I have given up cursing for Lent. I give up cursing every year for Lent, but since I REALLY REALLY REALLY LOVE cursing, it's never stuck. I'm moderately hoping it sticks this time since we have a little monster on the way, but I can't teach her what NOT to say unless she learns the words, eh? Let's be honest, there is no better way to express your frustration than the F word. Oh, how I love it and it's many different meanings.
I definitely weigh more than Tommy. This makes me want to curse.
My biggest pet peeve in the world is when people sing or hum in public places. I.e. in gym locker rooms, elevators, grocery stores, etc...DUDE, I don't care if you are Celine F-word Dion, shut the hell up. Sidenote: Hell is not a bad word. My child will not be allowed to say it, but that's the beauty of me being the parent and her being the child. I get full authority on language restriction.
I did not get a single slice of king cake this year. I still can't believe it.
I am counting the down the days (2) until I get to run/walk in the great outdoors. Tommy and I have plans, weather pending, to spend most of my birthday afternoon walking the park. I CANNOT wait. I think it will do wonders for my morale. (I'm tearing up just thinking about it...) And then we will come home and eat the delicious Kroger Cupcake Cake he is supposed to buy me. I don't care what you say, Kroger has the best cupcakes EVER. Had I known of their deliciousness earlier in my life, I would have had a grocery store made wedding cake. Seriously. Crave and Sprinkles and whatever don't have nothin' on Kroger.
And without further ado and because my life is boring, the ABC's of me:
(A) Age: 29...until Sunday when I hit the Dirty Thirty!
(B) Bed Size: KING. We slept on my full sized bed when we were dating (not that we slept in the same bed while we were dating mom, promise) and I have no idea how we fit. Especially now. I can only assume that all other pregnant women who sleep in smaller beds must have their husbands sleep on the couch.
(C) Chore You Hate: Taking the trash to the street. HATE IT. But I also hate folding laundry (I will go wrinkly before I will fold) and I hate washing dishes (that's what dish washers are for!)
(D) Dogs?: LOVE THEM! If Anna is allergic, we may have to send her to live with someone else. Donny the Newfie (8ish years old) and Dixie the Great Pyrenees Monster (1 year-ish)
(E) Essential Start Your Day Item: Nothing really. I'm a morning person. Once you get me out of bed, I'm usually good to go. (I also haven't stayed awake until midnight since like 4th grade when I was afraid they would freeze my underwear if I feel asleep first. I quickly realized that frozen underwear will eventually de-thaw and be just fine...and I haven't stayed awake that late ever again.)
(F) Favorite Color: It depends on my mood, but in general, fushia (I think there is a C somewhere in the spelling of fushia), all shades of green and brown.
(G) Gold or Silver? GOLD. Always gold.
(H) Height: 5'6" or 5'7" - ish. But I rarely leave the house in less than 3" heels, so most people think I am a little taller than that. Ha. So sneaky!
(I) Instruments You Play: I can rock it out on the Rock Band Drums, but beyond that, my musical talent is pretty much zilch.
(J) Job Title: Supply Chain Planner (sounds exciting, eh?)
(K) Kids: They are a necessity for the continuation of this specie. Ha. I am 8 months pregnant so I am supposed to say I love kids and babies and yayyy! But in reality, I LOVE my friends kids and my friends babies, but I do not love random babies at the mall and I do not love strange kids who want to make faces at me over my booth at a restaurant. I will love Anna with all my heart and I CANNOT wait for her to get here...but I do not think random babies are cute.
(L) Live: Texas, ya'll. My only complaint is that when ordering something online, when I go to put in my state and press "T" to get to the T states, I have to scroll down one (stupid Tennessee and its superior spelling). I'm probably never leaving.
(M) Mom's Name: Candy. And no, she isn't a stripper. At least I don't think she is.
(N) Nicknames: CBenne, Bennett, Ben, BenBen...and of course, Christy.
(O) Overnight Hospital Stays? None...yet. I'm really shooting for one in my very near future though!
(P) Pet Peeve: People who sing in public places. But since I already mentioned that, my second pet peeve is people in the locker room who want to be my naked friends. You can be naked or we can chat...we cannot do both at the same time. AND FOR GODSAKE, THE AUTOMATIC HANDDRYER IS NOT INTENDED TO DRY YOUR BUTTHOLE.
(Q) Quote from a Movie: "You lock it up. No you lock it up. Lock it up. Lock it up." Wedding Crashers. Tommy and I probably say this at least once a day. It relates to everything.
(R) Right or Left Handed? Right, but I got pretty good with my left in high school when I used to fear breaking my right hand and being stuck with only my left (my dad's favorite quote is "paranoid is a good way to be when everyone is out to get ya"...I don't know where I get it). I'm not ambidextrous by any means, but I can get the job done.
(S) Siblings: 1 Sister - Cathy and 1 Sisdog - Belle.
(T) Time You Wake Up? Pre-pregnancy - 4:30AM on the dot, 6 days a week, no ifs, ands or buts. During pregnancy - 4:30AM, with a little snoozy snooze, or sometimes 7AM. Depending on my mood. Today, it was a solid 6:39...plus a little snoozing.
(U) Underwear: It believe in its existence.
(V) Vegetable You Dislike: Cooked carrots. [gagging]
(W) What Makes You Run Late: Not much. I'm rarely late. But if I am, it's because I overscheduled myself...ooops.
(X) X-Rays You've Had Done: I'm a paranoid athlete, so most everything...teeth, ears, knees, feet, ankles, hips, shoulders...
(Y) Yummy Food You Make: Homemade mac and cheese. Let's be honest, I have a lot of skills, but cooking is sooo not one of them.
(Z) Zoo, Favorite Animal: Bears! I just want to cuddle them!
Tidbits:
I have given up cursing for Lent. I give up cursing every year for Lent, but since I REALLY REALLY REALLY LOVE cursing, it's never stuck. I'm moderately hoping it sticks this time since we have a little monster on the way, but I can't teach her what NOT to say unless she learns the words, eh? Let's be honest, there is no better way to express your frustration than the F word. Oh, how I love it and it's many different meanings.
I definitely weigh more than Tommy. This makes me want to curse.
My biggest pet peeve in the world is when people sing or hum in public places. I.e. in gym locker rooms, elevators, grocery stores, etc...DUDE, I don't care if you are Celine F-word Dion, shut the hell up. Sidenote: Hell is not a bad word. My child will not be allowed to say it, but that's the beauty of me being the parent and her being the child. I get full authority on language restriction.
I did not get a single slice of king cake this year. I still can't believe it.
I am counting the down the days (2) until I get to run/walk in the great outdoors. Tommy and I have plans, weather pending, to spend most of my birthday afternoon walking the park. I CANNOT wait. I think it will do wonders for my morale. (I'm tearing up just thinking about it...) And then we will come home and eat the delicious Kroger Cupcake Cake he is supposed to buy me. I don't care what you say, Kroger has the best cupcakes EVER. Had I known of their deliciousness earlier in my life, I would have had a grocery store made wedding cake. Seriously. Crave and Sprinkles and whatever don't have nothin' on Kroger.
And without further ado and because my life is boring, the ABC's of me:
(A) Age: 29...until Sunday when I hit the Dirty Thirty!
(B) Bed Size: KING. We slept on my full sized bed when we were dating (not that we slept in the same bed while we were dating mom, promise) and I have no idea how we fit. Especially now. I can only assume that all other pregnant women who sleep in smaller beds must have their husbands sleep on the couch.
(C) Chore You Hate: Taking the trash to the street. HATE IT. But I also hate folding laundry (I will go wrinkly before I will fold) and I hate washing dishes (that's what dish washers are for!)
(D) Dogs?: LOVE THEM! If Anna is allergic, we may have to send her to live with someone else. Donny the Newfie (8ish years old) and Dixie the Great Pyrenees Monster (1 year-ish)
(E) Essential Start Your Day Item: Nothing really. I'm a morning person. Once you get me out of bed, I'm usually good to go. (I also haven't stayed awake until midnight since like 4th grade when I was afraid they would freeze my underwear if I feel asleep first. I quickly realized that frozen underwear will eventually de-thaw and be just fine...and I haven't stayed awake that late ever again.)
(F) Favorite Color: It depends on my mood, but in general, fushia (I think there is a C somewhere in the spelling of fushia), all shades of green and brown.
(G) Gold or Silver? GOLD. Always gold.
(H) Height: 5'6" or 5'7" - ish. But I rarely leave the house in less than 3" heels, so most people think I am a little taller than that. Ha. So sneaky!
(I) Instruments You Play: I can rock it out on the Rock Band Drums, but beyond that, my musical talent is pretty much zilch.
(J) Job Title: Supply Chain Planner (sounds exciting, eh?)
(K) Kids: They are a necessity for the continuation of this specie. Ha. I am 8 months pregnant so I am supposed to say I love kids and babies and yayyy! But in reality, I LOVE my friends kids and my friends babies, but I do not love random babies at the mall and I do not love strange kids who want to make faces at me over my booth at a restaurant. I will love Anna with all my heart and I CANNOT wait for her to get here...but I do not think random babies are cute.
(L) Live: Texas, ya'll. My only complaint is that when ordering something online, when I go to put in my state and press "T" to get to the T states, I have to scroll down one (stupid Tennessee and its superior spelling). I'm probably never leaving.
(M) Mom's Name: Candy. And no, she isn't a stripper. At least I don't think she is.
(N) Nicknames: CBenne, Bennett, Ben, BenBen...and of course, Christy.
(O) Overnight Hospital Stays? None...yet. I'm really shooting for one in my very near future though!
(P) Pet Peeve: People who sing in public places. But since I already mentioned that, my second pet peeve is people in the locker room who want to be my naked friends. You can be naked or we can chat...we cannot do both at the same time. AND FOR GODSAKE, THE AUTOMATIC HANDDRYER IS NOT INTENDED TO DRY YOUR BUTTHOLE.
(Q) Quote from a Movie: "You lock it up. No you lock it up. Lock it up. Lock it up." Wedding Crashers. Tommy and I probably say this at least once a day. It relates to everything.
(R) Right or Left Handed? Right, but I got pretty good with my left in high school when I used to fear breaking my right hand and being stuck with only my left (my dad's favorite quote is "paranoid is a good way to be when everyone is out to get ya"...I don't know where I get it). I'm not ambidextrous by any means, but I can get the job done.
(S) Siblings: 1 Sister - Cathy and 1 Sisdog - Belle.
(T) Time You Wake Up? Pre-pregnancy - 4:30AM on the dot, 6 days a week, no ifs, ands or buts. During pregnancy - 4:30AM, with a little snoozy snooze, or sometimes 7AM. Depending on my mood. Today, it was a solid 6:39...plus a little snoozing.
(U) Underwear: It believe in its existence.
(V) Vegetable You Dislike: Cooked carrots. [gagging]
(W) What Makes You Run Late: Not much. I'm rarely late. But if I am, it's because I overscheduled myself...ooops.
(X) X-Rays You've Had Done: I'm a paranoid athlete, so most everything...teeth, ears, knees, feet, ankles, hips, shoulders...
(Y) Yummy Food You Make: Homemade mac and cheese. Let's be honest, I have a lot of skills, but cooking is sooo not one of them.
(Z) Zoo, Favorite Animal: Bears! I just want to cuddle them!
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Debbie Downer
Hi. My name is Debbie Downer.
1. I married a Katrina Evacuee, it's Mardi Gras, and I can't get a piece of a good King Cake? What the hell? Haven't I done my part for the city of New Orleans? :)
2. My maternity pants are VERY tight. They are so tight in fact that some of the stitching that holds the elastic band on is coming off and I am grateful. I have no intention of sewing them back together. Every inch counts.
3. I am pretty sure that as of today, I weigh more than Tommy.
4. I haven't slept in a really long time. I know this is "preparation for what is to come"...whatever. It still sucks right now and I am not happy about it. I get about 2 hours of straight sleep each night...and then a few 30 minute catnaps the rest of the night. If I'm lucky. If I can get a good workout in, I can make those 2 hours stretch into 3, which is glorious. However, on 2 hours of sleep, a good workout is pretty tough to finagle.
5. It's beautiful outside. Well, not at this moment, but it HAS been beautiful and all I want to do is go play. I want to run or walk or just read a book...but I can't run and I can't walk and my back hurts too bad to sit out there for more than about 30 seconds.
6. I miss my family terribly. We had such a good time this weekend...I wish they would move here!
7. I'm ready to meet Anna...but want her to hibernate for a little while longer. So frustrating!
1. I married a Katrina Evacuee, it's Mardi Gras, and I can't get a piece of a good King Cake? What the hell? Haven't I done my part for the city of New Orleans? :)
2. My maternity pants are VERY tight. They are so tight in fact that some of the stitching that holds the elastic band on is coming off and I am grateful. I have no intention of sewing them back together. Every inch counts.
3. I am pretty sure that as of today, I weigh more than Tommy.
4. I haven't slept in a really long time. I know this is "preparation for what is to come"...whatever. It still sucks right now and I am not happy about it. I get about 2 hours of straight sleep each night...and then a few 30 minute catnaps the rest of the night. If I'm lucky. If I can get a good workout in, I can make those 2 hours stretch into 3, which is glorious. However, on 2 hours of sleep, a good workout is pretty tough to finagle.
5. It's beautiful outside. Well, not at this moment, but it HAS been beautiful and all I want to do is go play. I want to run or walk or just read a book...but I can't run and I can't walk and my back hurts too bad to sit out there for more than about 30 seconds.
6. I miss my family terribly. We had such a good time this weekend...I wish they would move here!
7. I'm ready to meet Anna...but want her to hibernate for a little while longer. So frustrating!
Friday, March 04, 2011
TAX DAY!
Inquiring minds are inquiring about little Anna's due date...she will arrive on or before April 21. I am due on April 15...hoping for April 1...and will induce on April 21 if she still hasn't made an appearance.
So it's either Tax Day, April Fools or Aggie Muster...I don't like to half ass things.
Goal delivery time of 12 hours and 55 minutes. Gotta PR the belly button round up.
On my 30th birthday, March 13, I will begin the exciting task of trying to induce labor naturally through pineapples, extreme exercise and a host of other terrifying activities. The good news is that, with the exception of some activity involving Castor Oil, I loooooooove pineapples (although I liked them more when they were $1) and exercising and the other stuff...so this is not a huge hardship.
Let the games being. I've just gotta keep her cooking for a little while longer...
34 Weeks in the work locker room...wierd face because people kept coming in and catching me and I was embarrased. And pointy belly because, well, that's how Anna rolls.
So it's either Tax Day, April Fools or Aggie Muster...I don't like to half ass things.
Goal delivery time of 12 hours and 55 minutes. Gotta PR the belly button round up.
On my 30th birthday, March 13, I will begin the exciting task of trying to induce labor naturally through pineapples, extreme exercise and a host of other terrifying activities. The good news is that, with the exception of some activity involving Castor Oil, I loooooooove pineapples (although I liked them more when they were $1) and exercising and the other stuff...so this is not a huge hardship.
Let the games being. I've just gotta keep her cooking for a little while longer...
34 Weeks in the work locker room...wierd face because people kept coming in and catching me and I was embarrased. And pointy belly because, well, that's how Anna rolls.
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
Due to doctor's orders, I am not allowed to run until for the next two weeks...it'd be too painful anyway, so I don't really want to, but in 2 weeks, it's on! I'll walk through the pain if it will make me hatch sooner rather than later! But until the running/walking can begin again, I am stuck in the pool or on the bike...and bored out of my freaking mind. It's FAR too gorgeous outside to be inside and stationary. Steve Harvey and Family Feud can only get me so far.
Alas, I've been swimming and biking and today I tried aqua jogging.
The swimming is going okay...I mean, I can swim all day, but where the belly used to make me more bouyant, lately, it's DEFINITELY dragging my butt down. AND I'm having to wear a bikini because there are no swimsuits that will accomodate this monstrosity anymore...and no one wants to see a 34 weeks pregnant lady traipsing around the pool in a bikini. Trust me. And then, I can't push off the wall because it makes my bottoms fall off. Ha. Oh the drama!
I tried aqua jogging today - which is easily the most awkward/boring/strange activity you can possibly do. But it was a nice change. What I really determined is that even in water, I require a sports bra. Ow.
The biking is kind of fun still because I can rock out to music and go to a class and socialize...which is my favorite part of exercise...I love the people! But my hugeness means I am sitting wierd on the bike and I think I pinched a nerve in my back last week. It's feeling better and better everyday, so hopefully I can bike again tomorrow. 2 days at the pool in a row is about 2 days too many for me.
My 30th birthday is in 2 weeks and I plan on spending the day walking and walking and walking...drinking mass quantities of wine sounds like a much more enjoyable birthday activity, but the quicker this little one evacuates, the quicker I can have mass quantities of wine...so walking it is. The wine can wait. It gets better with age anyway!
We have our final ultrasound scheduled for March 17th - I CANNOT wait. This will get me confirmation that she does not have a weener and will estimate her size...and about 37 other things that are way more important regarding our overall health. I can't wait to see her one last time before she gets here!
Alas, I've been swimming and biking and today I tried aqua jogging.
The swimming is going okay...I mean, I can swim all day, but where the belly used to make me more bouyant, lately, it's DEFINITELY dragging my butt down. AND I'm having to wear a bikini because there are no swimsuits that will accomodate this monstrosity anymore...and no one wants to see a 34 weeks pregnant lady traipsing around the pool in a bikini. Trust me. And then, I can't push off the wall because it makes my bottoms fall off. Ha. Oh the drama!
I tried aqua jogging today - which is easily the most awkward/boring/strange activity you can possibly do. But it was a nice change. What I really determined is that even in water, I require a sports bra. Ow.
The biking is kind of fun still because I can rock out to music and go to a class and socialize...which is my favorite part of exercise...I love the people! But my hugeness means I am sitting wierd on the bike and I think I pinched a nerve in my back last week. It's feeling better and better everyday, so hopefully I can bike again tomorrow. 2 days at the pool in a row is about 2 days too many for me.
My 30th birthday is in 2 weeks and I plan on spending the day walking and walking and walking...drinking mass quantities of wine sounds like a much more enjoyable birthday activity, but the quicker this little one evacuates, the quicker I can have mass quantities of wine...so walking it is. The wine can wait. It gets better with age anyway!
We have our final ultrasound scheduled for March 17th - I CANNOT wait. This will get me confirmation that she does not have a weener and will estimate her size...and about 37 other things that are way more important regarding our overall health. I can't wait to see her one last time before she gets here!
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Idiot.
Had to deal with my first real idiot comment yesterday.
I'm talking to a guy I work with on a work issue and before we get down to business he asks about the baby and such. He then proceeds to say, "You better find someone good to stay with your baby so you don't feel guilty coming back to work". Yeah, thanks, Jackass. I was planning on picking up one of the illegal immigrants from the Valero Gas Station, but now that you mention it, finding someone good DOES sound like a smart idea.
Where do people come up with this stuff?
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Awkward Family Photos!
I had my dad take a few pictures of us this weekend for me to send to this chick to make us a watercolor. I am anti-maternity pictures...not because I don't like them (although, I don't really) but because A.) I am the least photogenic person in the world and B.) I have no idea what I would do with a picture of just me if I had it. So I will have Etsy (my BFF) make me a faceless watercolor to hang in Anna's room...I get the best of both worlds! I sent her pictures of Dixie too and she is going to paint her in somehow (Dixie was not invited to the parents house for the weekend - Devil Monster Dog). I'll let you know how it turns out (unless of course I am still unphotogenic without a face...).
I'm talking to a guy I work with on a work issue and before we get down to business he asks about the baby and such. He then proceeds to say, "You better find someone good to stay with your baby so you don't feel guilty coming back to work". Yeah, thanks, Jackass. I was planning on picking up one of the illegal immigrants from the Valero Gas Station, but now that you mention it, finding someone good DOES sound like a smart idea.
Where do people come up with this stuff?
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Awkward Family Photos!
I had my dad take a few pictures of us this weekend for me to send to this chick to make us a watercolor. I am anti-maternity pictures...not because I don't like them (although, I don't really) but because A.) I am the least photogenic person in the world and B.) I have no idea what I would do with a picture of just me if I had it. So I will have Etsy (my BFF) make me a faceless watercolor to hang in Anna's room...I get the best of both worlds! I sent her pictures of Dixie too and she is going to paint her in somehow (Dixie was not invited to the parents house for the weekend - Devil Monster Dog). I'll let you know how it turns out (unless of course I am still unphotogenic without a face...).
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
One Two Buckle My Shoe.
So it took me about 45 minutes to pick out clothes for work today because the part of my wardrobe that actually fits is getting increasingly smaller and smaller. Each day is like a new adventure in What is Long Enough to Cover This Monstrosity? And then answer is pretty much nothing.
Alas, I finally picked out a hodge-podge outfit consisting of a skirt that was cute 20 lbs ago, a top that will probably never be cute because it looks like a tent (and is this really awful shade of purple...bought it online - bad call), a cardigan and my cutest mary jane heels.
I went downstairs (barefoot) to work a little before actually leaving for work (I don't get it either) and worked/ate breakfast. When it came time to leave I tried to put on my cutest mary janes and lo and behold, there is no way in hell I could get those things buckled. So I sent Tommy upstairs to get my second cutest pair of mary janes that do not require buckling because they are not as cute.
I have reached the point in pregnancy when I can no longer access my feet. I am thankful that I don't have to tie my shoes very often because it's really hard.
In other news:
It's really hard to shave your legs when you can barely reach them. I look like an assault victim.
I'm pretty sure Anna's first words will be "No Dixie no! (Dixie is our devil puppy...)
I REALLY need Dixie (who weighs 65lbs) to learn how to jump in the car. She is taking this whole "no jumping" thing a little far.
I'm going to have to start wearing a bikini to the pool. Hahahaha. The horror. Swimmers beware.
Alas, I finally picked out a hodge-podge outfit consisting of a skirt that was cute 20 lbs ago, a top that will probably never be cute because it looks like a tent (and is this really awful shade of purple...bought it online - bad call), a cardigan and my cutest mary jane heels.
I went downstairs (barefoot) to work a little before actually leaving for work (I don't get it either) and worked/ate breakfast. When it came time to leave I tried to put on my cutest mary janes and lo and behold, there is no way in hell I could get those things buckled. So I sent Tommy upstairs to get my second cutest pair of mary janes that do not require buckling because they are not as cute.
I have reached the point in pregnancy when I can no longer access my feet. I am thankful that I don't have to tie my shoes very often because it's really hard.
In other news:
It's really hard to shave your legs when you can barely reach them. I look like an assault victim.
I'm pretty sure Anna's first words will be "No Dixie no! (Dixie is our devil puppy...)
I REALLY need Dixie (who weighs 65lbs) to learn how to jump in the car. She is taking this whole "no jumping" thing a little far.
I'm going to have to start wearing a bikini to the pool. Hahahaha. The horror. Swimmers beware.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
For Lack of a Better Post.
21 Things You May Not Know About Me.
1. I am the eldest of 2. My little sister didn't let me abuse her growing up, so we are going through this wierd abusive stage now, as adults, and it's just wierd.
2. I take Dixie the Dog to Petco to get her nails trimmed (and dew claws) because her nails grow at a freakishly alarming rate and no amount of walking helps.
3. I hate taking out the trash. I don't mind taking the bag out of the can and tying it, but the actual act of walking the 10 feet to the garage door and placing it in the garbage is a ridiculously daunting task. This is why I got married.
4. My parents live too far away (about 5 hours)...but since they live so far from the ocean, it's doubtful that we will ever move closer to them.
5. I don't mind loading or unloading the dishwasher but I HATE doing dishes. I really hate washing the chopsticks. Can't explain it.
6. We will be moving to the ocean (i.e. suburbia) at some point in the future...on the lottery knows when this will happen.
7. I am not sure how I am going to actually finagle 12 weeks off for maternity leave...but when there is a will, there's a way!
8. I currently wear a size 8 shoe. I am DESPERATELY hoping pregnancy doesn't make my feet grow. I love my shoes far too much to replace all of them. The horror.
9. I check my belly button every day to see if it has popped...so far, I've still got an inney.
10. Jewelry shopping for me is fairly easy. Bigger is ALWAYS better.
11. I can't imagine a house without puppies. (but not real puppies...puppies are evil incarnate. By puppies, I mean, "grown, well behaved dogs")
12. I am totally creeped out by animals that can't look at you straight on. Like birds. And horses. [shudder] Owls are okay because their eyes are on the front of their faces.
13. I used to love the smell of freshly cleaned port-a-cans...until I realized the smell that I liked was, in fact, the smell of freshly cleaned port-a-cans. Now I am totally grossed out.
14. I can pee anywhere and sometimes have to remind myself that just because I CAN doesn't mean I SHOULD.
15. I am desperately excited to meet our little baby girl in a few weeks - let the countdown begin!
16. My dad has made me paranoid. His motto growing up was, "paranoid is a good way to be when everybody is out to get ya". I would be great at risk assesment.
17. I once spoke with an English accent for a solid week. The problem was that once I WANTED to stop, I couldn't. I won't let myself even attempt the accent now for fear of being British forever.
18. I ROCK, like seriously rock, at Doctor Mario.
19. I have to get regular manicures because I like to do minor surgeries on my hands...and I don't do them when my nails look nice.
21. I could eat the same meals basically every single day - PB&J for lunch and spaghetti for dinner.
1. I am the eldest of 2. My little sister didn't let me abuse her growing up, so we are going through this wierd abusive stage now, as adults, and it's just wierd.
2. I take Dixie the Dog to Petco to get her nails trimmed (and dew claws) because her nails grow at a freakishly alarming rate and no amount of walking helps.
3. I hate taking out the trash. I don't mind taking the bag out of the can and tying it, but the actual act of walking the 10 feet to the garage door and placing it in the garbage is a ridiculously daunting task. This is why I got married.
4. My parents live too far away (about 5 hours)...but since they live so far from the ocean, it's doubtful that we will ever move closer to them.
5. I don't mind loading or unloading the dishwasher but I HATE doing dishes. I really hate washing the chopsticks. Can't explain it.
6. We will be moving to the ocean (i.e. suburbia) at some point in the future...on the lottery knows when this will happen.
7. I am not sure how I am going to actually finagle 12 weeks off for maternity leave...but when there is a will, there's a way!
8. I currently wear a size 8 shoe. I am DESPERATELY hoping pregnancy doesn't make my feet grow. I love my shoes far too much to replace all of them. The horror.
9. I check my belly button every day to see if it has popped...so far, I've still got an inney.
10. Jewelry shopping for me is fairly easy. Bigger is ALWAYS better.
11. I can't imagine a house without puppies. (but not real puppies...puppies are evil incarnate. By puppies, I mean, "grown, well behaved dogs")
12. I am totally creeped out by animals that can't look at you straight on. Like birds. And horses. [shudder] Owls are okay because their eyes are on the front of their faces.
13. I used to love the smell of freshly cleaned port-a-cans...until I realized the smell that I liked was, in fact, the smell of freshly cleaned port-a-cans. Now I am totally grossed out.
14. I can pee anywhere and sometimes have to remind myself that just because I CAN doesn't mean I SHOULD.
15. I am desperately excited to meet our little baby girl in a few weeks - let the countdown begin!
16. My dad has made me paranoid. His motto growing up was, "paranoid is a good way to be when everybody is out to get ya". I would be great at risk assesment.
17. I once spoke with an English accent for a solid week. The problem was that once I WANTED to stop, I couldn't. I won't let myself even attempt the accent now for fear of being British forever.
18. I ROCK, like seriously rock, at Doctor Mario.
19. I have to get regular manicures because I like to do minor surgeries on my hands...and I don't do them when my nails look nice.
21. I could eat the same meals basically every single day - PB&J for lunch and spaghetti for dinner.
Friday, February 11, 2011
iTunes is Jealous.
The movie No Strings Attached inspired me to make a Labor and Delivery Playlist. (In the movie, Ashton Kutcher makes Natalie Portman a period mix tape...songs like Even Flow by Pearl Jam and Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis. HAHAHAHA.)
I started working on it, but quickly ran out of ideas, so I posted a request on Facebook and got more responses than I probably would have had I posted that I had just amputated my own arm. My friends crack me up.
Labor may (read: will) be long and painful, but I will have a highly entertaining song list to keep me laughing.
Push - Matchbox 20
Push It - Salt-N-Pepa
I'm Coming Out - Diana Ross (Julie)
Breakout - Foo Fighters (Thomas)
Take this Job and Shove It - Johnny Paycheck (Frank)
P*ssy Control - Prince (Lesley)
Pump It - Black Eyed Peas (Tina)
Harder to Breathe - Maroon 5 (Tina)
Push It - Rick Ross (LauraB)
Cuts Like a Knife - Bryan Adams (Roy)
Hurts So Good - John Mellencamp (Tina)
Stronger - Kanye West (JR)
Beautiful Girl - INXS (Roy)
Big Bang Baby - Stone Temple Pilots (Roy)
Promiscuous - Nelly Furtado (Jenny)
Whomp! There It Is - Tag Team (Tiffany)
Breathe - Pink Floyd (Chuck)
I Will Survive - Gloria Gaynor
Born to be Wild - Steppenwolf
Born in the USA - Bruce Springsteen
Born to Run - Bruce Springsteen
Torn - Natalie Imbruglia (Julie)
Come Baby Come - K7 (Janelle)
Help! - The Beatles (Janelle)
Rocky Theme - ?? (Lesley)
Cold Hearted Snake - Paula Abdul
I Want to Break Free - Queen (Sarah)
Barefoot and Crazy - Jack Ingram (Thomas)
Let's Get It Started - Black Eyed Peas
Anna Begins - Counting Crows (Thomas)
Under Pressure - Queen (LauraD)
Mother Love - Queen (LauraD)
Pressure - Billy Joel
A Mother's Love - Diana Ross
Tie Your Mother Down - Queen (LauraD)
Break Stuff - Limp Bizkit
Fight From the Inside - Queen (LauraD)
Fat Bottomed Girls - Queen (LauraD)
You Take My Breath Away - Queen (LauraD)
Come a Little Closer Baby - Dierks Bently (Thomas)
Sweet Child 'O Mine - Guns-N-Roses (Janelle)
My Mama Said - Abba
Drugs of Jesus - Tim McGraw
Kickin' and Screamin' - Garth Brooks
Two of a Kind, Working on a Full House - Garth Brooks
Papa Loved Mama - Garth Brooks
Hey Mama - Black Eyed Peas (Janelle)
Heading for the Light - Travelling Wilbury's (Janelle)
Mother, Father - Dave Matthews Band
Wish You Were Here - Incubus (Regina)
Hit Me Baby (One More Time) - Britney Spears
Nookie - Limp Bizkit
Anna - The Beatles (Frank)
Dear Anna - Jason Mraz
Bleeding Love - Leona Lewis
So Sick - FlyLeaf
Best of You - Foo Fighters
Gimme Stitches - Foo Fighters
How Does It Feel - Ian Moore
Who Needs Sleep? - Barenaked Ladies
Waiting for a Girl Like You - Foreigner
So UnSexy - Alanis Morisette
Slide - GooGoo Dolls
Should I Stay or Should I Go - The Clash
One Boy, One Girl - Collin Raye
Long Day - Matchbox 20
Let's Just Get Naked - Joan Osborne
It's so Easy - Guns N Roses
I Will Not Go Quietly - Don Henley
Hold my Hand - Hootie and the Blowfish
Here It Goes Again - Ok Go
Hard to Handle - Black Crowes
Don't Stop Believin' - Journey
Come As You Are - Nirvana
And just for kicks, my all time favorite songs:
Sabotage - Beastie Boys
Pony - Ginuwine
Remix to Ignition - R Kelly
Yeah - Usher
Walking in Memphis - Marc Cohn
Proud Mary - Tina Turner
Scenes from an Italian Restaurant - Billy Joel
Detroit Rock City - Kiss
This is about 80 songs. If I assume that each song is about 3 minutes long, I have enough music for 4 hours of labor. I have decided that my labor goal (it's so important to have goals, you know?) is to beat my Ironman finishing time of 12 hours and 55 minutes. This means I will need to listen to this playlist about 3 times.
Thanks to my wonderfully creative (and slightly disturbed) friends for their help. It's a work in progress, so feel free to leave suggestions in the comments!
Sidenote: My BFF A-Mac just sent me this picture. There are no words.
I started working on it, but quickly ran out of ideas, so I posted a request on Facebook and got more responses than I probably would have had I posted that I had just amputated my own arm. My friends crack me up.
Labor may (read: will) be long and painful, but I will have a highly entertaining song list to keep me laughing.
Push - Matchbox 20
Push It - Salt-N-Pepa
I'm Coming Out - Diana Ross (Julie)
Breakout - Foo Fighters (Thomas)
Take this Job and Shove It - Johnny Paycheck (Frank)
P*ssy Control - Prince (Lesley)
Pump It - Black Eyed Peas (Tina)
Harder to Breathe - Maroon 5 (Tina)
Push It - Rick Ross (LauraB)
Cuts Like a Knife - Bryan Adams (Roy)
Hurts So Good - John Mellencamp (Tina)
Stronger - Kanye West (JR)
Beautiful Girl - INXS (Roy)
Big Bang Baby - Stone Temple Pilots (Roy)
Promiscuous - Nelly Furtado (Jenny)
Whomp! There It Is - Tag Team (Tiffany)
Breathe - Pink Floyd (Chuck)
I Will Survive - Gloria Gaynor
Born to be Wild - Steppenwolf
Born in the USA - Bruce Springsteen
Born to Run - Bruce Springsteen
Torn - Natalie Imbruglia (Julie)
Come Baby Come - K7 (Janelle)
Help! - The Beatles (Janelle)
Rocky Theme - ?? (Lesley)
Cold Hearted Snake - Paula Abdul
I Want to Break Free - Queen (Sarah)
Barefoot and Crazy - Jack Ingram (Thomas)
Let's Get It Started - Black Eyed Peas
Anna Begins - Counting Crows (Thomas)
Under Pressure - Queen (LauraD)
Mother Love - Queen (LauraD)
Pressure - Billy Joel
A Mother's Love - Diana Ross
Tie Your Mother Down - Queen (LauraD)
Break Stuff - Limp Bizkit
Fight From the Inside - Queen (LauraD)
Fat Bottomed Girls - Queen (LauraD)
You Take My Breath Away - Queen (LauraD)
Come a Little Closer Baby - Dierks Bently (Thomas)
Sweet Child 'O Mine - Guns-N-Roses (Janelle)
My Mama Said - Abba
Drugs of Jesus - Tim McGraw
Kickin' and Screamin' - Garth Brooks
Two of a Kind, Working on a Full House - Garth Brooks
Papa Loved Mama - Garth Brooks
Hey Mama - Black Eyed Peas (Janelle)
Heading for the Light - Travelling Wilbury's (Janelle)
Mother, Father - Dave Matthews Band
Wish You Were Here - Incubus (Regina)
Hit Me Baby (One More Time) - Britney Spears
Nookie - Limp Bizkit
Anna - The Beatles (Frank)
Dear Anna - Jason Mraz
Bleeding Love - Leona Lewis
So Sick - FlyLeaf
Best of You - Foo Fighters
Gimme Stitches - Foo Fighters
How Does It Feel - Ian Moore
Who Needs Sleep? - Barenaked Ladies
Waiting for a Girl Like You - Foreigner
So UnSexy - Alanis Morisette
Slide - GooGoo Dolls
Should I Stay or Should I Go - The Clash
One Boy, One Girl - Collin Raye
Long Day - Matchbox 20
Let's Just Get Naked - Joan Osborne
It's so Easy - Guns N Roses
I Will Not Go Quietly - Don Henley
Hold my Hand - Hootie and the Blowfish
Here It Goes Again - Ok Go
Hard to Handle - Black Crowes
Don't Stop Believin' - Journey
Come As You Are - Nirvana
And just for kicks, my all time favorite songs:
Sabotage - Beastie Boys
Pony - Ginuwine
Remix to Ignition - R Kelly
Yeah - Usher
Walking in Memphis - Marc Cohn
Proud Mary - Tina Turner
Scenes from an Italian Restaurant - Billy Joel
Detroit Rock City - Kiss
This is about 80 songs. If I assume that each song is about 3 minutes long, I have enough music for 4 hours of labor. I have decided that my labor goal (it's so important to have goals, you know?) is to beat my Ironman finishing time of 12 hours and 55 minutes. This means I will need to listen to this playlist about 3 times.
Thanks to my wonderfully creative (and slightly disturbed) friends for their help. It's a work in progress, so feel free to leave suggestions in the comments!
Sidenote: My BFF A-Mac just sent me this picture. There are no words.
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