So I'm 32 weeks pregnant now. The little baby has reached close to its full length and is now working on putting on the pounds. She's roughly 4 pounds now, which means she may double her weight in the next 8 weeks. Pretty impressive. Luckily, I won't double my weight along with her. It feels like I'm working on it, though! I am so hungry lately. I eat my breakfast at about the same time every day, then I have a mid-morning snack around 11am. Yesterday I could barely make it to 9:30am before I had the three clementines I brought as a snack. Then lunch at 11:30, another snack of carrots and hummus at 1:00pm, and then I was out of food. I had to buy a candy bar from the vending machine at 3:00pm because I didn't think I'd make it the next hour before heading home. It's so hot in my house, though, that I don't eat much in the evening. Maybe a bowl of cereal or something else small, easy, and cool. That is probably why I eat like a crazy person during the day.
I'm on breakfast #2, in case anyone was wondering.
So I officially reach full term in 5 weeks, and my due date in 8 weeks. Everything is starting to get uncomfortable. I feel like the bottoms of my feet are bruised, and that my heel bones are going to crack. Hips, sore. Back, achey. Lungs, crushed. My bum gets achey when I sit for too long, my heart pounds when I walk up any kind of incline, I run out of breath just sitting upright. The next two months will be fun. But it's ok. I'm growing a baby here, and the baby is growing well. Can't ask for much more than that.
Jon's birthday is Thursday and tonight I am taking him to a fancy, authentic Japanese restaurant for dinner. It's a surprise so I hope he likes it.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
Good news from the midwife
I officially do not have gestational diabetes and my placenta has moved up far enough that I should have no problem delivering naturally. All signs are pointing towards two more months of a healthy pregnancy followed by a good delivery. *knock on wood*
The only bad thing going on right now is that the sun is trying to cook my insides and steal my soul. The thermometer is supposed to hit 98 degrees on both Saturday and Sunday. I just called my aunt to see if I can come hang out in her air conditioned basement on Saturday afternoon. Seriously, anything above 95 gets hard to handle, even in our basement apartment. We shut up the house, close all the windows, pull the drapes, but above 95 is just too much. The dogs have been hot and lethargic, too. I have a large tube sock filled with rice (affectionately called Condoleeza Beans and Rice) that I used to warm in the microwave to ease back pain, but now I put it in the freezer to cool my head at night. Good times. I think Sunday I'll be seeing the inside of at least one movie theater.
With the heat and some dog madness and just general pregnancy uncomfortableness, I haven't slept well in two nights. After one night of bad sleep, I can function until about 9pm and then I start acting like a toddler. After two nights, I have to fight the urge to crawl under my desk and take a nap. I don't think I'll make it the whole day at the office. I may have to go home and take a nap at lunch.
The only bad thing going on right now is that the sun is trying to cook my insides and steal my soul. The thermometer is supposed to hit 98 degrees on both Saturday and Sunday. I just called my aunt to see if I can come hang out in her air conditioned basement on Saturday afternoon. Seriously, anything above 95 gets hard to handle, even in our basement apartment. We shut up the house, close all the windows, pull the drapes, but above 95 is just too much. The dogs have been hot and lethargic, too. I have a large tube sock filled with rice (affectionately called Condoleeza Beans and Rice) that I used to warm in the microwave to ease back pain, but now I put it in the freezer to cool my head at night. Good times. I think Sunday I'll be seeing the inside of at least one movie theater.
With the heat and some dog madness and just general pregnancy uncomfortableness, I haven't slept well in two nights. After one night of bad sleep, I can function until about 9pm and then I start acting like a toddler. After two nights, I have to fight the urge to crawl under my desk and take a nap. I don't think I'll make it the whole day at the office. I may have to go home and take a nap at lunch.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Rawlins, Wyoming
Last weekend was Jon's 10 year high school reunion in his hometown, Rawlins, Wyoming. To those who have never been to Rawlins, or driven the I-80 corridor through Wyoming, it is hard to describe Rawlins. To my east coast friends who are used to lush landscapes of greenery, bustling metropolises and hoards of people, it is hard to describe Rawlins. Wait...I have it...think of these places, these green cities of activity, and then think of the exact opposite. Rawlins is a railroad town, and the railroad hasn't been doing so well the past few decades. It is a prison town. It is an oil refinery town. The people we met were so nice, everyone at the reunion was incredibly friendly to me, and I think if you grow up in Rawlins you have to develop a level of niceness or else you'd go crazy. It is brown and flat and dusty, half the storefronts are abandoned, the town itself is disappearing.
It was an interesting trip, seeing Jon's old neighborhood (I should admit, some of the older neighborhoods were nice and had trees and grass and stuff), the cemetary where his dad and grandfather are buried, his high school, his dad's old optometry practice, his favorite childhood restaurant, his first job. I met his grandmother and two of his uncles on his dad's side. I met some of his high school friends. I think seeing Rawlins from a vantage point other than the McDonald's by the freeway (the only place I'd ever been in Rawlins before this weekend), I got to know Jon a little better. It was a nice trip.
I keep wanting to post a few pictures of me all big and pregnant, but Jon has taken to running 35mm film through his Holga camera (which takes 120mm...or something) and he has no way of scanning the negatives he gets developed. He only caries his Holga with him most of the time because he looooooves it so much, but it is harder to get the pictures off of it and onto the interwebs. I will continue to try.
No big baby stuff going on right now. I'm big. I'm hot. Evelyn is a kicking machine. Everything is good. :)
It was an interesting trip, seeing Jon's old neighborhood (I should admit, some of the older neighborhoods were nice and had trees and grass and stuff), the cemetary where his dad and grandfather are buried, his high school, his dad's old optometry practice, his favorite childhood restaurant, his first job. I met his grandmother and two of his uncles on his dad's side. I met some of his high school friends. I think seeing Rawlins from a vantage point other than the McDonald's by the freeway (the only place I'd ever been in Rawlins before this weekend), I got to know Jon a little better. It was a nice trip.
I keep wanting to post a few pictures of me all big and pregnant, but Jon has taken to running 35mm film through his Holga camera (which takes 120mm...or something) and he has no way of scanning the negatives he gets developed. He only caries his Holga with him most of the time because he looooooves it so much, but it is harder to get the pictures off of it and onto the interwebs. I will continue to try.
No big baby stuff going on right now. I'm big. I'm hot. Evelyn is a kicking machine. Everything is good. :)
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Photo heavy
Over the holiday weekend, Jon's mom pulled out a bunch of slides of photographs from when Jon was very little. We had a little slide viewer thing and went through the bag. Jon grabbed about 10 that he really liked and had them scanned onto an archival disk. They are so great. Be prepared to be blown away by the cute. (And apologies for the formatting. Not sure why the spacing is all crazy with the pictures.)
Jon and his brother Jay. Jay is 10 years older, almost to the day.
Jon, the cutest baby ever. Seriously, with these genes, we're going to have one dangerously adorable baby. I don't want to brag or anything, but I was a pretty cute baby, too. :)
Jon and his mom at Disneyland.
Jon and his brother Jay. Jay is 10 years older, almost to the day.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Bulls on Parade
I recently started knitting a pair of cotton baby britches (pants, to those who want to use the more modern term). They are navy blue with a pink monster face on the bum and soon-to-be pink striped legs. I am knitting the rise right now and I got about 75% finished before I realized I have no idea how high the rise should be! I know two things about baby clothes and sizes: One, the sizes correspond to age, even though babies grow at totally different rates; and two, the same size in two different brands can differ dramatically. I have a 3 month jumper onesie thing (I don't even know the right terminology, d'oh!) and a 12 month jumper onesie thing and when I hold them up back to back, the 12 month jumper thing is maybe 1/4 inch wider. No way that size is right.
Anyway, back to the pants, I don't know how high to make the rise so I hit a bit of an impass. Too short and little Evelyn will be sporting the plumbers crack, too long and she'll look like a thug. The world is a very mysterious place. Once I figure it all out and finish the legs I'll post a pic. I hope they turn out. It was a good idea I had in theory, but most of my good ideas don't translate so well in the execution.
I should have taken my knitting project with my to Jon's mom's house for the Independence Day weekend. We went up to her house in Greeley because Greeley has the largest July 4th celebration in the country, which I imagine means it's the largest in the world. There are 12 days of celebrations, parades, concerts, rodeos, and more. We only went to the parade, but it was pretty cool. Parades aren't my favorite activity, but Carol and her sister had reserved a spot on the street with a blanket six days earlier. It was shady, we all had folding chairs, there was no crowding around us. Pretty sweet deal. The coolest part of the parade was a loooong, well, parade of long-horned bulls. There were probably 50 enormous, un-harnessed, un-corraled, un-controlled bulls just walking down the street. They took up an entire city block. There were two cowboys in front of the pack and three in the back. But no one in the middle, or on the sides, or anywhere else. I was literally two feet away from these animals. It was quite impressive. They just walked down the street, sometimes bumping into each other and getting a little upset, but nothing bad happened. It was crazy. I think Jon took some pictures so I'll try to post them once he gets the disk from the photo shop.
The rest of the weekend was nice with a barbeque and watermelon and naps. I ended up staying at Carol's an extra day just to bask in her air conditioned house. It was an opressively hot weekend, hitting 100 on July 4th and 96 the next day. Ugh. I was so happy to be in a/c.
And I learned something about my soon-to-be-born child: watermelon makes her kick the living daylights out of my insides. Two days in a row I ate watermelon, and two days in a row she had a whole Rockette performance going on inside. Jon got to feel some of the biggest kicks yet, so that was pretty cool, but it wasn't so comfortable for me! No more watermelon, I guess!
Anyway, back to the pants, I don't know how high to make the rise so I hit a bit of an impass. Too short and little Evelyn will be sporting the plumbers crack, too long and she'll look like a thug. The world is a very mysterious place. Once I figure it all out and finish the legs I'll post a pic. I hope they turn out. It was a good idea I had in theory, but most of my good ideas don't translate so well in the execution.
I should have taken my knitting project with my to Jon's mom's house for the Independence Day weekend. We went up to her house in Greeley because Greeley has the largest July 4th celebration in the country, which I imagine means it's the largest in the world. There are 12 days of celebrations, parades, concerts, rodeos, and more. We only went to the parade, but it was pretty cool. Parades aren't my favorite activity, but Carol and her sister had reserved a spot on the street with a blanket six days earlier. It was shady, we all had folding chairs, there was no crowding around us. Pretty sweet deal. The coolest part of the parade was a loooong, well, parade of long-horned bulls. There were probably 50 enormous, un-harnessed, un-corraled, un-controlled bulls just walking down the street. They took up an entire city block. There were two cowboys in front of the pack and three in the back. But no one in the middle, or on the sides, or anywhere else. I was literally two feet away from these animals. It was quite impressive. They just walked down the street, sometimes bumping into each other and getting a little upset, but nothing bad happened. It was crazy. I think Jon took some pictures so I'll try to post them once he gets the disk from the photo shop.
The rest of the weekend was nice with a barbeque and watermelon and naps. I ended up staying at Carol's an extra day just to bask in her air conditioned house. It was an opressively hot weekend, hitting 100 on July 4th and 96 the next day. Ugh. I was so happy to be in a/c.
And I learned something about my soon-to-be-born child: watermelon makes her kick the living daylights out of my insides. Two days in a row I ate watermelon, and two days in a row she had a whole Rockette performance going on inside. Jon got to feel some of the biggest kicks yet, so that was pretty cool, but it wasn't so comfortable for me! No more watermelon, I guess!
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
NKOTB
There is a HILARIOUS new video from New Kids on the Block that everyone should watch. I can't figure out how to post it directly here (I'm not so tech savvy, I guess) so here is the link to the You Tube video. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=25qiZy7vmqY
As a one-time huge fan of the New Kids, this song and video are so horribly bad, so deliciously svefty, so painfully hilarious, that I just had to watch it over and over. The "New Kids" are now--what?--pushing 40? My fave as a tween, Donny, certainly is close. He was the bad boy, the street wise love 'em and leave 'em one. Oh, the memories.
Anyway, they're way too old to be singing a song stolen from the early Backstreet Boys (who apparently also lent them their set of matching white suits) with lyrics like, "You wasn't lookin' for a man/When you saw me in the sand/But you fell for the boy from the city." Or my favorite, "I was like, hey, girl, can I get your number/I remember what you told me too/'Don't call after ten'/But you know that I did/ 'Cause I couldn't stop thinkin' 'bout you." Who are these 30-something men picking up on the beach who can't be called after 10pm? Single moms, I hope...
Also watch for the really really awesome shadow posing at the end. The whole video is a treat.
As a one-time huge fan of the New Kids, this song and video are so horribly bad, so deliciously svefty, so painfully hilarious, that I just had to watch it over and over. The "New Kids" are now--what?--pushing 40? My fave as a tween, Donny, certainly is close. He was the bad boy, the street wise love 'em and leave 'em one. Oh, the memories.
Anyway, they're way too old to be singing a song stolen from the early Backstreet Boys (who apparently also lent them their set of matching white suits) with lyrics like, "You wasn't lookin' for a man/When you saw me in the sand/But you fell for the boy from the city." Or my favorite, "I was like, hey, girl, can I get your number/I remember what you told me too/'Don't call after ten'/But you know that I did/ 'Cause I couldn't stop thinkin' 'bout you." Who are these 30-something men picking up on the beach who can't be called after 10pm? Single moms, I hope...
Also watch for the really really awesome shadow posing at the end. The whole video is a treat.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Tagged
Alisa tagged me with the following meme, and since she's all stuck in the hospital I thought I'd indulge her. And also congratulations to her! Baby Peter was born yesterday at 5:45pm, 8 lbs., 1 oz.
Two names you go by:
1. Rachel
2....Rachel. I don't really have any nicknames. Maybe Pumpkin Pie, for my mom. :)
Two things you are wearing right now:
1. Large elastic-waisted jeans
2. Yellow t-shirt
Two of your favorite things to do:
1. Sleep
2. Spending time with my husband, doing nothing at all
Two things you want very badly at the moment:
1. Jelly Beans
2. No work. I'm just done with work. My brain doesn't care, I can't focus, I'm getting things done at the last minute because everything is put off. These next few months will be really fun.
Two favorite pets you have had/have:
1. Sophie.
2. Tootsie...she wasn't really my pet, but she started it all. She is the reason Jon got Tucker, and subsequently why we got Sophie together.
Two things you ate today:
1. Bagel
2. Banana
Two people you last talked to:
1. Joya and Becky at work. Joya crocheted me a baby blanket! How nice.
2. Jon. He had to come to my office because I left my reading glasses at home.
Two things you're doing tomorrow:
1. Finishing up the bi-weekly newsletter I write at work.
2. Maybe...MAYBE knitting. I really want to knit some baby pants, especially wool ones that can double as a diaper cover, but every time I pick up the needles my desire fades.
Two longest car rides:
1. Denver to Washington, D.C.
2. Denver to San Diego
Two favorite holidays:
1. Christmas
2. Thanksgiving
Two favorite beverages:
1. Diet Coke
2. Another Diet Coke
Two names you go by:
1. Rachel
2....Rachel. I don't really have any nicknames. Maybe Pumpkin Pie, for my mom. :)
Two things you are wearing right now:
1. Large elastic-waisted jeans
2. Yellow t-shirt
Two of your favorite things to do:
1. Sleep
2. Spending time with my husband, doing nothing at all
Two things you want very badly at the moment:
1. Jelly Beans
2. No work. I'm just done with work. My brain doesn't care, I can't focus, I'm getting things done at the last minute because everything is put off. These next few months will be really fun.
Two favorite pets you have had/have:
1. Sophie.
2. Tootsie...she wasn't really my pet, but she started it all. She is the reason Jon got Tucker, and subsequently why we got Sophie together.
Two things you ate today:
1. Bagel
2. Banana
Two people you last talked to:
1. Joya and Becky at work. Joya crocheted me a baby blanket! How nice.
2. Jon. He had to come to my office because I left my reading glasses at home.
Two things you're doing tomorrow:
1. Finishing up the bi-weekly newsletter I write at work.
2. Maybe...MAYBE knitting. I really want to knit some baby pants, especially wool ones that can double as a diaper cover, but every time I pick up the needles my desire fades.
Two longest car rides:
1. Denver to Washington, D.C.
2. Denver to San Diego
Two favorite holidays:
1. Christmas
2. Thanksgiving
Two favorite beverages:
1. Diet Coke
2. Another Diet Coke
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