"...I have heartburn that is radiating in my knee caps" -Juno MacGuff
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Rise Up!
It's my favorite part of the season - the monotony of three games a week is behind us; playing teams we have no rivalry, no history and no intensity with are irrelevant now; the bandwagon fans are out - it's playoffs baby! The Cavs are facing the Wizards in the first round for the third consecutive year (we've knocked them out of the running the first two matchups!) and although we have some rivalries that go further back, this is becoming one for the books.It starts with one of their players calling LeBron overrated and one of his teammates foolishly blogging that they wanted the Cavs again. It continued on Saturday, in one of the more exciting playoff games I've been to in years, with elbows thrown, hard fouls distributed and the most exciting almost-fight our team's been in. The atmosphere is addicting, I made a point to really soak it all in at the game on Saturday... it's really something to be one of over 20,000 cheering for the same team, getting excited over the same players, booing the other team, jeering the refs for any and all calls that could even be considered close, and losing your voice contributing to the atmosphere. It's tiring, and makes for long days, but completley worth it to be part of this.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Thanks Teach...
Justin and I took a Baby Basics class tonight - I've tried pretty hard not to get too crazy reading all the different articles and books with every different opinion under the sun on topics I didn't even know I was supposed to be thinking of. At the same time, we don't want to be ignorant so we figured this would at least be helpful.
Not so much. I only feel worse now... sort of. The woman who taught the class started with the cliche there are no stupid questins, but very quickly moved onto leaving me questioning why I didn't already know that. Things I now know I'm already doing wrong: I planned on using a bumper in her crib; I would have used lotion and not vegetable oil if I were to give her a massage; I was going to use a positioner to keep her on her back; I'd planned on swaddling her in one of her receiving blankets to put her to bed instead of a burrito-blanket; I would have only burped her at the end of feeding instead of every 1/2 - 3/4 of an ounce - and didn't I mention no bumper?! Did anyone else use a bumper?!
She was so end of the world about everything too. Basically if we do one single little thing wrong, Baby Bail is screwed. This is something I've already known for some time, but I've been living comfortably in denial. The instructor was definitely an Uncle No Fun. Instead of leaving the class feeling confident that we would be able to figure it out and handle the unknown, I left cranky and doubtful.
-which is better than feeling violated like I will be by the end of the day tomorrow after my OB appointment. She's going to start checking if I'm dialted. That's been another part of my living in denial, I haven't had to use the stirrups at all so far, and I was hoping I'd only have to when Baby actually comes. And if that weren't enough, I also have to get a Group B Strep test where, for those of you unfamiliar, I just recently learned they swab the vajayjay and around the badonkydonk. They didn't do all this to the women on the Oregon Trail, and they had babies all the time! frickin' geez...
Not so much. I only feel worse now... sort of. The woman who taught the class started with the cliche there are no stupid questins, but very quickly moved onto leaving me questioning why I didn't already know that. Things I now know I'm already doing wrong: I planned on using a bumper in her crib; I would have used lotion and not vegetable oil if I were to give her a massage; I was going to use a positioner to keep her on her back; I'd planned on swaddling her in one of her receiving blankets to put her to bed instead of a burrito-blanket; I would have only burped her at the end of feeding instead of every 1/2 - 3/4 of an ounce - and didn't I mention no bumper?! Did anyone else use a bumper?!
She was so end of the world about everything too. Basically if we do one single little thing wrong, Baby Bail is screwed. This is something I've already known for some time, but I've been living comfortably in denial. The instructor was definitely an Uncle No Fun. Instead of leaving the class feeling confident that we would be able to figure it out and handle the unknown, I left cranky and doubtful.
-which is better than feeling violated like I will be by the end of the day tomorrow after my OB appointment. She's going to start checking if I'm dialted. That's been another part of my living in denial, I haven't had to use the stirrups at all so far, and I was hoping I'd only have to when Baby actually comes. And if that weren't enough, I also have to get a Group B Strep test where, for those of you unfamiliar, I just recently learned they swab the vajayjay and around the badonkydonk. They didn't do all this to the women on the Oregon Trail, and they had babies all the time! frickin' geez...
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Definitely Unexpected!
I should be writing thank yous right now, but after writing so many I kind of go into auto-pilot and I don't want there to be any insincerity in them... so a blogger break! I didn't mention in my last post that I had some surprise guests at my Ohio shower -
Justin and I were at a Cavs game last Thursday with my aunt who flew out from California for the shower and some of her friends that live in the area. It was nice to just relax and cheer like a crazy person with my aunt, a much needed break and distraction from the week! During the game J gets this bizarre text message from his friend that he needs to be picked up from the bar - it wouldn't have been that bizarre if it wasn't only 9:00p. I'm the biggest lightweight there is and even I was generally able to make it past 9:00! I knew his friend was having a hard time with his girlfriend so I didn't think too much about it and even agreed with Justin when he said he was going to swing by and make sure everything was golden. I was talking (gossiping) with a mutual friend after Justin left when we got home, and she said how it was weird that he texted he needed a ride because her husband had just spoken with him and said he seemed totally fine.
At this point, crazy hormonal unreasonable pregnant Dana emerged and my sincere immediate thought: Justin is cheating on me!! His friend obviously had some girl at his house and J went over and cheated on his pregnant wife! I start frantically sending him these completely absurd text messages - and he only responds with general "I don't know what you're talking about" and doesn't say when he'll be home so at this point I'm convinced he was cheating. (I know I know, my husband Justin, cheating?! Trust me, I was shocked too...) I'm in bed and when I hear him pull up I'm ready to start grilling him just glaring at the door waiting for him to emerge.
...and my MOM walks through the door! I can't even explain the confusion and shock when I saw her that I literally screamed and hid under my covers - what sense does that make?! I'm under the covers trying to make sense of everything and I started panicking because I know she was flying out for Baby Girl's delivery, so crazy hormonal ridiculous Dana now decides that somehow my mom knew I was in labor, and I had no idea! I'm trying to figure out why I couldn't feel any contractions when I was interrupted by another voice. I peered out from under the covers and my sister Andrea was doubled over next to Mom laughing at the absurdity of my reaction. I can honestly say it was one of my favorite weekends I can remember in a long time! One of the things I know I'm missing most by living in Ohio so far from my family is the girl time with my mom and sisters. It was so refreshing and I feel like it brought me back, and I've missed that girl.
Justin and I were at a Cavs game last Thursday with my aunt who flew out from California for the shower and some of her friends that live in the area. It was nice to just relax and cheer like a crazy person with my aunt, a much needed break and distraction from the week! During the game J gets this bizarre text message from his friend that he needs to be picked up from the bar - it wouldn't have been that bizarre if it wasn't only 9:00p. I'm the biggest lightweight there is and even I was generally able to make it past 9:00! I knew his friend was having a hard time with his girlfriend so I didn't think too much about it and even agreed with Justin when he said he was going to swing by and make sure everything was golden. I was talking (gossiping) with a mutual friend after Justin left when we got home, and she said how it was weird that he texted he needed a ride because her husband had just spoken with him and said he seemed totally fine.
At this point, crazy hormonal unreasonable pregnant Dana emerged and my sincere immediate thought: Justin is cheating on me!! His friend obviously had some girl at his house and J went over and cheated on his pregnant wife! I start frantically sending him these completely absurd text messages - and he only responds with general "I don't know what you're talking about" and doesn't say when he'll be home so at this point I'm convinced he was cheating. (I know I know, my husband Justin, cheating?! Trust me, I was shocked too...) I'm in bed and when I hear him pull up I'm ready to start grilling him just glaring at the door waiting for him to emerge.
...and my MOM walks through the door! I can't even explain the confusion and shock when I saw her that I literally screamed and hid under my covers - what sense does that make?! I'm under the covers trying to make sense of everything and I started panicking because I know she was flying out for Baby Girl's delivery, so crazy hormonal ridiculous Dana now decides that somehow my mom knew I was in labor, and I had no idea! I'm trying to figure out why I couldn't feel any contractions when I was interrupted by another voice. I peered out from under the covers and my sister Andrea was doubled over next to Mom laughing at the absurdity of my reaction. I can honestly say it was one of my favorite weekends I can remember in a long time! One of the things I know I'm missing most by living in Ohio so far from my family is the girl time with my mom and sisters. It was so refreshing and I feel like it brought me back, and I've missed that girl.
Mom and Sissy - I love you, thank you! 
Saturday, April 12, 2008
April Showers
The frickin' funk is finally finished (say that twelve times fast!) except for Monday to Friday from about 9-5. So this is what it's like to not be in love with your job... pretty frustrating and disheartening. I can't really complain too much because I know that I've been blessed, but certain situations (people) are really just wearing me down. ANYWAY...
Since the last post twelve years ago I've been completely overwhelmed by the generosity of family and friends at baby showers at home in Loveland, work, and Justin's mom threw a shower for us. Seriously, everyone's kindness with their gifts, and simply making it to each shower left Justin and I feeling so blessed and loved. Baby Girl needs for nothing (except two parents who know what the purpose for each gift we received was and where on Baby it's necessarily expected to be used...) and by the end of last weekend it looked like Babies 'R Us threw up in our living room. Seriously, she's set - the duffel bag of the clothes my niece Lili doesn't fit in anymore combined with everything else we've been given and bought - she easily has not only more clothes than Justin and I, but nicer and she'll be trendy even *gasp*
As soon as Justin read about the nesting instinct that every pregnant woman gets, he's been asking me when mine will kick in... ten weeks later and I'm officially nesting - I think. Really, Justin has to do all the work because he's ridiculously overprotective that I don't over extend myself... I have no idea how I got so lucky to have a loving and paranoid husband! As a result, my nesting has basically consisted of deciding what I'd like to do for her nursery and then Justin making it happen. Nothing is really finished (in order to make one thing happen it seems like B, C and D need to be done first) but we're well on our way. Her changing table and crib have been put together. We picked out the dresser and pick it up Tuesday. The only furniture left that we'd like to put in her room is a rocking chair or glider. I found out Friday that my nesting is going to become even easier because after I told Justin's mom, Miriam, how we planned on painting the room, she saw through my uncertainty and is coming over on Thursday while we're at work to decorate the nursery to compliment the bedding set I chose. As long as it doesn't end up too pink... I'm stoked to have an interior designer take over the room! I trust her though and can't wait to see it finished!
Since the last post twelve years ago I've been completely overwhelmed by the generosity of family and friends at baby showers at home in Loveland, work, and Justin's mom threw a shower for us. Seriously, everyone's kindness with their gifts, and simply making it to each shower left Justin and I feeling so blessed and loved. Baby Girl needs for nothing (except two parents who know what the purpose for each gift we received was and where on Baby it's necessarily expected to be used...) and by the end of last weekend it looked like Babies 'R Us threw up in our living room. Seriously, she's set - the duffel bag of the clothes my niece Lili doesn't fit in anymore combined with everything else we've been given and bought - she easily has not only more clothes than Justin and I, but nicer and she'll be trendy even *gasp*
As soon as Justin read about the nesting instinct that every pregnant woman gets, he's been asking me when mine will kick in... ten weeks later and I'm officially nesting - I think. Really, Justin has to do all the work because he's ridiculously overprotective that I don't over extend myself... I have no idea how I got so lucky to have a loving and paranoid husband! As a result, my nesting has basically consisted of deciding what I'd like to do for her nursery and then Justin making it happen. Nothing is really finished (in order to make one thing happen it seems like B, C and D need to be done first) but we're well on our way. Her changing table and crib have been put together. We picked out the dresser and pick it up Tuesday. The only furniture left that we'd like to put in her room is a rocking chair or glider. I found out Friday that my nesting is going to become even easier because after I told Justin's mom, Miriam, how we planned on painting the room, she saw through my uncertainty and is coming over on Thursday while we're at work to decorate the nursery to compliment the bedding set I chose. As long as it doesn't end up too pink... I'm stoked to have an interior designer take over the room! I trust her though and can't wait to see it finished!
36 weeks down, 4 to go (I hope!)
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