So Jeremy and I were leaving the mall, and as we approached the exit, we saw that it was pouring rain. We hadn't brought an umbrella or anything. So I stopped and whined a little and was telling Jeremy let's wait a little while and see if it lets up. At the same time, this guy is coming inside and folding up his umbrella. Then he comes over and hands me the umbrella and says, "Here you go, you can have this." Shocked and thrown off guard, I take it and say, "Thanks." To which he replies, "No problem. I'm a man." And then walks off.
Awesome.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
So, hiccups are really annoying, right? But at least you can usually do something about them. I'm actually quite good at getting rid of my own hiccups almost immediately by drinking water while holding my breath.
What's more annoying is baby hiccups, because I can't do anything about them! I just feel continuous rhythmic little jumps in my stomach that become very distracting when trying to sleep. Poor little guy. He's probably more annoyed by it than me. Although I hope not.
What's more annoying is baby hiccups, because I can't do anything about them! I just feel continuous rhythmic little jumps in my stomach that become very distracting when trying to sleep. Poor little guy. He's probably more annoyed by it than me. Although I hope not.
Monday, July 27, 2009
thoughtishness
Random thoughts as of late...some of which have been previously posted as Facebook statuses (stati?) and thus may sound familiar. In no particular order:
Cherries. Are. Delicious. Cherry-flavored items, on the other hand, are not.
Very sore from cleaning and painting and taping walls to be painted, which is much worse than the actual painting. Of course, that could be because Anderson does most of the actual painting, but still. At the grocery store today, had to force myself not to do the pregnant waddle that my soreness was asking for.
Cashew butter, honey, and banana sandwiches on raisin bread are the new favorite lunch/dinner/snack. And cherries. I also made the sandwich for Anderson, although with peanut butter. That's right, I'm such a good wife that I touched a potentially deadly substance (albeit with a knife) to feed my husband.
Also, stupid hormones. He said he didn't like the brand of raisin bread that I bought and I cried. Haha, what a dork.
My belly feels gigantic. Everyone keeps telling me I don't look that big, but for me, for the past week or so, it has felt huge and been especially uncomfortable to sleep...and move in general. Who are these people that love being pregnant?? I mean...it hasn't been awful by any means, I don't hate it, and there are definite nice moments. But overall? Loved would be a stretch.
According to the guestimations of the doctor's office, I have 5 weeks to go! Really, this means I have 3-7 weeks to go. Most likely. You know, whenever he's ready. As long as he waits at least two more weeks, cause I've got stuff to do.
We're taking progressive pictures of nursery painting and decorating. I shall post some when it's done. Yay!
Cherries. Are. Delicious. Cherry-flavored items, on the other hand, are not.
Very sore from cleaning and painting and taping walls to be painted, which is much worse than the actual painting. Of course, that could be because Anderson does most of the actual painting, but still. At the grocery store today, had to force myself not to do the pregnant waddle that my soreness was asking for.
Cashew butter, honey, and banana sandwiches on raisin bread are the new favorite lunch/dinner/snack. And cherries. I also made the sandwich for Anderson, although with peanut butter. That's right, I'm such a good wife that I touched a potentially deadly substance (albeit with a knife) to feed my husband.
Also, stupid hormones. He said he didn't like the brand of raisin bread that I bought and I cried. Haha, what a dork.
My belly feels gigantic. Everyone keeps telling me I don't look that big, but for me, for the past week or so, it has felt huge and been especially uncomfortable to sleep...and move in general. Who are these people that love being pregnant?? I mean...it hasn't been awful by any means, I don't hate it, and there are definite nice moments. But overall? Loved would be a stretch.
According to the guestimations of the doctor's office, I have 5 weeks to go! Really, this means I have 3-7 weeks to go. Most likely. You know, whenever he's ready. As long as he waits at least two more weeks, cause I've got stuff to do.
We're taking progressive pictures of nursery painting and decorating. I shall post some when it's done. Yay!
Monday, July 20, 2009
Not sure why, but it seems like being pregnant has made me more environmentally conscious. In some ways this makes sense as a protective maternal instinct. I don't want any harsh chemicals used in the air my baby will be breathing or on surfaces he will encounter. I want to bathe him in the purest soaps, coat him in natural lotions, and wrap him in cottons untouched by pesticides, dyes, and fragrances. I don't want his poopy diapers to destroy the planet. The usual.
Where it doesn't make as much sense is my new awareness of how many things I should be recycling. I've been a pretty steady plastic bottle/aluminum can recycler for a while, with the occasional glass jar thrown in there. I shop with reusable bags. But lately every little thing I throw away, I think of where I should recycle it instead. Like cardboard from cereal boxes. Plastic bread bags. Junk mail. Luckily, with sweet sweet curbside recycling now, this should be no problem!
Oh Ashley, Katie, Keri, and other such far away peoples. I'm having a baby shower, and I want to invite you. But, knowing the likelihood of you coming is slim, it seems awkward to send an invitation, because then it feels like I'm fishing for gifts. But know that you are invited in spirit, and should you desire an actual mailed invitation and think I am silly for not sending it, give me your address! I am not wise in the ways of etiquette.
Where it doesn't make as much sense is my new awareness of how many things I should be recycling. I've been a pretty steady plastic bottle/aluminum can recycler for a while, with the occasional glass jar thrown in there. I shop with reusable bags. But lately every little thing I throw away, I think of where I should recycle it instead. Like cardboard from cereal boxes. Plastic bread bags. Junk mail. Luckily, with sweet sweet curbside recycling now, this should be no problem!
Oh Ashley, Katie, Keri, and other such far away peoples. I'm having a baby shower, and I want to invite you. But, knowing the likelihood of you coming is slim, it seems awkward to send an invitation, because then it feels like I'm fishing for gifts. But know that you are invited in spirit, and should you desire an actual mailed invitation and think I am silly for not sending it, give me your address! I am not wise in the ways of etiquette.
lately
Just saw Harry Potter. Enjoyed it, although it annoyed me as well with its leaving out and shortening of things.
Met Anderson's internet friend. Asked him about life on the internet.
Ate some apple sauce with a fork.
Moved out of the apartment and into a house. Unpacked the kitchen.
Went to Pensacola to train up some youths.
35 weeks of having a baby all up in my guts.
Met Anderson's internet friend. Asked him about life on the internet.
Ate some apple sauce with a fork.
Moved out of the apartment and into a house. Unpacked the kitchen.
Went to Pensacola to train up some youths.
35 weeks of having a baby all up in my guts.
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