Monthly Archives: September 2010

It was a Rough week

Evidently, I only like to post cheery upbeat things.  Or I couldn’t find an eloquent enough way to complain.  It was a rough week.  If Mr. T were to outline this post (he didn’t, he is sleeping soundly beside me) he might start with the horomone related pregnancy crazies.  Yeah, I spent a good deal of Thursday in tears.  For *no* good reason.  Really.  Well, I guess pregnancy is a pretty good reason with all the cocktail of craziness that can generate…but nothing bad actually happened.  And I sobbed.  And sobbed.  And sobbed.  I got it together enough to go to a diaper swap where I sold the diapers I decided I didn’t want (velcro fastened and “boy” prints which were looking rough and size 1) and bought 2 diapers I did (GoodMama One diapers in a gorgeous pink/white botanical print and a red/white bold print).  And then I came home and cried.

The next big thing was that on Wednesday I got a ticket for running a red light in a nearby town (coincidentally I am just *positive* that it has nothing to do with Mr. T’s recollection that this is the town where the Mayor got on television to tell the police department to stop giving so many tickets…).  Now before you, lovely reader, freak out that I’m a hazard to free running puppies and children everywhere and I should be locked up for being a bad driver, I will point out that it was a legal right hand turn on red situation.  And that I had been stopped for over a minute, behind the white line, but there was a big Ford Explorer (or some other type of large SUV) over the white line and in the intersection.  What really bugged me (oh, who am I kidding, it is still on my mind!) was that I thought I was doing what I supposed to do.  The cop was *very* condescending with her, “Every car has to stop mama, it’s the law.”  Luckily, my preggo hormones were under control enough that I didn’t say, “No shit,” in response.  (First, because I’m really trying to stop swearing for emphasis.  Second, because she was already being condescending, me escalating the situation would have probably resulted in a television news cast about “pregnant woman tazed by cop” and nobody wants to see that.)  Instead, I just said, “I stopped.  I was stopped for a full minute.”  She said, “No mama.”  I said, “Okay,” and shut my mouth and accepted the ticket.

So, it has been on my mind, what should I have done?  I want to be a safe and courteous driver because where I live, holy cow, we have the WORST drivers in the WORLD.  I believe, I can make that claim based on seeing how people drive (and driving myself and being driven) in countries, towns, and cities all over the world.  This place takes the cake though.  Really.  So yesterday, I was up at the Army Base for work and drove by a “Cops and Kids” festival.  And I thought, “Aha!  Cops who have no stake in the situation who can tell me what I should have done!”  So I stopped and approached a group of 3 officers and posed my scenario.  One of the cops said, “The exact thing happened to me the day before I became a sworn officer!  Some yahoo out in the intersection…just go before the judge and explain the situation.”  I had to explain to the group like 5 times that I wasn’t worried about the ticket but just wanting to be a better driver and what should I have done.  The concensus was to roll up a few feet and stop again or to bear in mind that cops are human.  Okay, I can do both of those things.

Further tragedy struck when our homebuilder informed us that they would no longer act as the middleman in the tile floor chaos.  So, L&L has one week to get everything neat as pumpkins on a fence before I get the most aggressive lawyer I can find.  As a warning to other who would build with NVR or Foxridge, you have to use their subcontractors for your floor, heating/cooling, plumbing, and such but once they have a falling out with the company they will wash their hands of the situation.  And it is all perfectly legal because you have to sign a seperate contract with the flooring company.  Sigh.  Home repair is not this households strong suit.  We have exactly 3 projects and the no.more.  Flooring work, finish painting, and finish molding in the dining room.  No more projects contracted or otherwise!

Friday I spent *hours* on the phone with medicaid attempting to get paid for service my company delivered in 2009.   I think I don’t have to explain further that aggravation that can come for speaking with any insurance company but then compound that by adding in government beauracracy and you have the perfect storm.  I think anyone who is in love with this idea of one payer and government run should come work with me for a week.  You’ll have a pretty good picture of why this is a b.a.d. idea.

So, those were the lowlights as it were.  A few highlights, Mr. T picked out AU’s coming home from The Farm outfit.  It is a really, super soft cotton pink dress with tiny rose buds, a matching bonnet, and leggings with pink “mary jane shoes” stitched on.  Super cute and super duper that he picked it out.  We registered.  (Oh, yeah…)

Interupting this happy paragraph to bring you more lowlights…

At Babie’R Us we filled out the front of the form with names, address, and such and I flipped over to the back where they were inquring about really personal information–was this your first child, grandparents info (that’s all I can recollect but there were other personal questions)–so I left it all blank.  Mostly because of the “first child” question.  If there had been a box for “other” or “None of Your business” I would have checked that.  But instead I just left it blank.  The young woman who was helping us put in our info and then asked, “Is this your first child.”  I said, “It is none of your business.”  I meant, none of BRU’s business.  She said, “I’m not asking becuase I personally want to know.  It is a company question.  If you don’t want to answer just say, “NO THANK YOU.”  I looked at Joe like, “You’ve got to be kidding me!”  And I screwed down my impulse to get up and leave and instead said, “For women who have had losses that type of question can be very triggering.  It is none of BRU business.”  And I began crying.  Yeah.  Fantastic.  So then I get a lecture from her about she knows exactly because she has 2 kids but had a miscarriage with her first child.  She asks if I “need a minute to get myself composed.”  I said, “I’m pregnant.  This is composed.”  We go register.  I ask Mr. T to return the scanner thingy because I am so repulsed at the thought of having to deal with that woman again.  He does.  She hands him a $20 BRU gift card from her “personally” with the message “God bless your family.”  Puke.  Please don’t lecture me and then try to buy me.  Puke.  But I kept the gift card and wished it didn’t have my name on it or anything because then I could have donated it to the indigent mother baby shower.  Oh, well.

Happiness interruption over.  More highlights?  We got to keep Baby Girl E on Tuesday.  That was great!  Gaming on Wednesday night was fun although I was really tired.  We’ve finally moved on in our hypnobabies home study to “eyes open” hypnosis which is cool.  (More interupption I made the most disgusting steak thing ever for dinner Thursday.  We threw it out and had plain hamburger patties instead it was so gross.)  Oh, Friday night we saw “9 to 5” the musical and it was really good.  Fun, catchy music, cool sets, and imaginative storyline.

Hopefully, this week will be better as we wrap up September!  Can you believe it!?

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Not Much To Say

No, really.   I’ve been thinking and thinking for *days* now about what I could write about and alas, no muse has spoken.  No exciting event has transpired.  So…I’ll just mumble through, okay?

We are currently babysitting BFF’s baby girl E.  She is finally sleeping.  She should have been sleeping this whole time but each time she’d settle and ‘possum.  Then startle and wake herself.  My lovely, wonderful Mr. T who, to date, has 2 hours worth of baby experience just kept holding, patting, strolling, cuddling, and just generally loving E up.  It was so good.  He went from a timid panicked expression to being able to hold, pat, and surf the internet in an hour and a half.  I’m so proud!

I spent last weekend in the big ATL visiting the folks.  I needed to do some Ikeaing (why isn’t that a real word yet?!?) and spend some Christmas and birthday Lush money.  Also, mani-pedis and a viewing of Easy A (seriously.  Not an acronym.  It’s a movie.) rounded out the assorted daytime activities.  I had tacos on 2 of the 3 days so all in all it was a success.  I generally shoot for a 5/6 taco to days ratio.  It is for the good of my child.

Speaking of which I’ve been contemplating blog nicknames.  I’d like to choose something that can stick with her right through her childhood and into teenagerdom.  So BabyA just doesn’t seem to fit the bill.  A seems like it could be a little confusing since some sentences start with A.  Like, A very long and chilly rain fell.  But maybe it will work.  AU means gold on the periodic table of elements and that speaks to my inner geek.  But will my average geek reader get tripped up and see gold each time?  Again, I’d hate to be a source of confusion whilst telling charming toddler tales.  Anyway, any suggestions?  It is rather ironic that I’m going to be telling tales but are concerned with her privacy.  🙂

What else?  Oh, yeah, at 19W she measured 19W4D in her femur.  48 *HOURS* later (yes, just 2 days!) that same femur measured a whopping 22W4D.  Yeah.  Gargantuan growth spurt or different ultrasound tech?  You be the judge!

I had to buy chocolate croissants today.  I had to eat one on the way home from the restaurant where I purchased said goods.  It was just about the best thing I have ever tasted.  Good thing I bought 3.  😀

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The Yummiest Fall EVER!

This is what we enjoyed for dinner tonight and will be having frequently this fall and winter.  Trust me.  You should definitely try it!

-Put your pasta cooking pot on to boil.  Choose a pasta you like.

-Begin the sauce by sauteeing a 1/2 pound of bacon in a skillet until deliciously crisp.  Remove to paper towels to drain.

-Pour off most of the bacon grease leaving enough to sautee an onion and some garlic (we’d use 2-3 cloves, do as you wish).

-Once the onion and garlic are beginning to carmelize add in 1 whole can of pumpkin.

-Pour in 1 1/2 cups of chicken broth (I used 1 1/2 cups of  the almost boiling pasta water and 3 bouillon cubes).

-Stir sauce to break up pumpkin and then cook to reduce (this won’t take long!)

-Add in 1 cup of cream, stir to combine.  Add pepper, ground sage, and ginger to taste.

-Sprinkle on 1 cup of grated parmesan cheese (you can use more if you want!) and let sit over low heat until the pasta is done.

-Drain cooked pasta and add immediately to the pan with the pumpkin sauce.

-Add three whole eggs (out of shell, silly!) to the top of the pasta.  Use your tongs and stir, stir, stir to combine.  You need to keep the pasta and sauce moving to cook the egg in the sauce so it isn’t scrambled.  Once it is heated throughout, dump that bacon back in and stir some more.

-Taste.  Add more salt, fresh pepper, sage, or ginger as your taste dictates.

This took all of 14 minutes to make and was just divine.  It isn’t quite as heavy as pasta carbonara but has that same delicious yumminess plus the nutrition of the pumpkin.  FABULOUS.  Pasta Carbonara in Italy is referred to as ” bacon and eggs”.  This dish is Thanksgiving Bacon and Eggs.  Even Mr. T who can be picky loved this.  Try it!  You’ll like it!

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It’s A…

Girl!

So, the acupuncturist, my intuition, and the infamous “chinese gender predictor” were all correct.  The Intelligender was WRONG.

I’ll have to come up with a blog title for her now…anyway, she was much more cooperative today.  Probably didn’t have anything to do with the hot chocolate I had to drink about 30 minutes prior to the ultrasound!  🙂  She was moving and moving.  She may have even flipped over on us once!  I have an anterior placenta so I’m not feeling much movement but since this is the first experience at feeling movement I don’t have anything to compare it to.  It was pretty surreal though watching her move and kick her arms and legs and not feel it.  I guess with a posterior placenta I would have.

So, after the ultrasound appointment we head to a local baby gear supply store to look at carseats.  They had a seat in stock that I wanted to look at.  We wound up getting it.  It is gray.  Mr. T said, “It’s sure a good thing we waited to find out that she is a girl to buy this grey carseat!”  😀  Wiseguy.

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It’s A…

With parents who can be obstinate and occasionally even defiant of authority and mainstream thought, it is no wonder we have managed to grow a child with similar traits!  Stay tuned for future updates.  We don’t have any definite news today other than the baby is hale and hearty.

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What Could it Be?

Pink or Blue?

Kitty or Puppy?

Tutus or Baseballs?

Dolls or Dump Trucks?

Girl or Boy?

Stay tuned…we may find out tomorrow

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*This is a fun post and in no way reflects my or Mr. T’s views of how boys and girls should “be”.  🙂  Boys can love pink dolls.  Girls can like construction equipment.

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Dental Prophecy? Coincidence? Or is it just the hand of God?

Recently, Mr. T and I drove by a church with this message out front on their sign:

Coincidence are those events where God chooses to keep silent.

Mr. T and I discussed that we believed that people call things coincidence because they don’t recognize God’s hand (for whatever reason) NOT because God chose to keep silent.  I don’t think we can blame our ignorance and lack of faith on God.  If we choose to see it, God’s hand is everywhere, always.  What does this have to do with dentistry?

I love my dentist.  I love the hygenists.  I love the office ladies who keep things running smoothely.  One thing I particularly have liked in the years I have gone to this dentist is that at check there is a “basket of blessings.”  I don’t believe in bibliomancy but I do believe that scripture can speak to us.  So, I always take a “blessing.”  Over the years they have hung on my fridge and traveled in my purse.  Last fall, just after our first loss I had a dentist appointment.  I took a blessing.  This particular  scripture was my “blessing” and has lived in the sidetable by my bed since then:

Psalm 34:18-19  18 The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. 19 A righteous man may have many troubles, but the LORD delivers him from them all.

There have been many times over this past year that I have meditated on that verse.  Recently, I rediscovered it cleaning up my sidetable (I don’t know how but I always wind up with a pile of like 30 books on my night table!) and smiled. 

Today, I went to the dentist for a quick, interim clean from having been sick so much over the previous 5 months.  (Good teeth, very clean now, no cavities!)  My blessing today made me cry:

Phillipians 1:6  Be confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Jesus Christ. 

Yeah.  Wow.  The nice office lady, not really knowing what was going on said, “Get one for the baby book too!” 

Psalm 105:4 Look to the Lord and his strength; seek his face always. 

Then I relayed the story of the scripture from last fall and we all cried a little together and felt the hand of the Lord on our shoulder.  I could ascribe these events as coincidence.  But why would I deny the work of the Lord?  He brought me out of my grief.  He helped us to create life.  He will help us guide our children in righteousness.  His words perfectly spoke to me a year ago and speak to me today.  I pray that my children will know His peace and seek Him.  There could be no better blessing.

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