No bedding, no blinds, no closet door yet, but we're getting there. We still need all the little touches and artwork and such, but I'm just thrilled we made it this far on the weekend. Just a few short weeks ago the room had vinyl flooring, old marred-up ugly almond walls, and a layer of dust so thick we needed to keep a rug outside the room to wipe our feet on.

 Not bad, yes?

They're dark-ish because I didn't think to take them until the light was already getting low. Not that I'm upset about that fact. And no, I am NOT wearing leggings - I wore black slacks and that wrap over my t-shirt yesterday at work, and tied the wrap around my waist when it warmed up in the afternoon. Spandex is a privilege, not a right. I think that's a rule we should all learn to live by and obey. 

Be kind.

ETA: Heather was nice enough to post some lightened versions of the photos in her reponse below. Thanks, H!
RE: BLOGGING I'm really surprised that so many people did not consider themselves bloggers in my last post. I wonder if my having posted that blurb about the lecture I'm going to above the question skewed the results. Because occasionally people ask me if I have a blog or if I'm a blogger, and I always answer yes. Probably it just means that I'm full of myself. 


RE: THE SHOWER: I knew that having my mom and my mother-in-law jointly throw our shower would be interesting, and I sort of thought neither of them knew what they were getting into, but I had no idea how the friction would manifest itself. Well, this morning my MIL called Bryan to say how frustrated she was - and this was after the first real planning conversation. To put it bluntly, my MIL is all about casual entertaining for large crowds, and my mom feels that traditional is better, and though my mom means well, she tends to shoot down ideas if she hasn't had personal experience with them - for example she told my MIL that no one plays games at a baby shower. Oh, okay. If you say so. She also said no to every food idea my MIL presented other than cold cuts and rolls and whatnot, saying that people wouldn't like it. Oy. Unless someone point blank asks me to get involved I'm staying out of it and letting the two of them work it out on their own. I had enough of the negotiations with the wedding, and I just don't really care anymore.

Also, I wanted to check the dimensions of the changing pad we registered for last night so I hopped on line and imagine my surprise to find that even though inivtations haven't been sent out yet and something like six things have already been purchased from the registry. Could have bowled me over with a feather. If anyone is inclined, I'd love a critique of our registry (think we selected stupid stuff? too much practical, not enough fun things? are we just waaaaay off with thinking what we need?) at Target. It's under my name and we're in CA. If you don't know my full first/last name please let me know via email and I'll send you the info (ves.heill at gmail dot com). *ETA- In a response below I indicated the "big" things we were already given by various people.


RE: THE HOUSE: The room we need to complete to finish the interior of the house is the nursery. We'll be done with that as of next weekend, when we'll lay down the FLOR carpet tiles and put up the closet structure. It has been almost three and a half years of planning, purchasing, and physical work. We're not officially done with the house (we've still got to replace almost all of the doors in the house, each of which takes almost a full weekend, and a couple of things need paint touch-ups), but we're so incredibly close that I can taste it. We're finally putting together furniture that we've been storing for the last three or so years, and going through boxes that contain things we haven't seen since we packed them up in the apartment back in July of 2003. It's like sorting through treasure - books I'd forgotten about, decor items that I've been missing, old files and paperwork that I can shred due to obsoleteness... Soon. Soon we'll be done with this massive undertaking. And then I'm vowing to never, never rennovate again for as long as I live. Or at least for another year. Which ever comes first.


RE: HOW I'M FEELING: I know in reality I'm actually a tad-bit on the small side for being over 30 weeks pregnant, but I feel like a whale. Which is why I haven't posted any pictures for a long while. I look in the mirror, and the face looking back at me isn't mine. It's someone who looks sort of like me, but has acne and fat cheeks, and it wearing sort of funny clothes because nothing really fits right any more. Ah, well. Just over 9 weeks left.
it's a... )

The tech (who by all accounts went above and beyond the call of duty in how long she sat looking for the gender. She rocked!) said videos weren't allowed in the facility, but here're a couple of photos. They're actually digital photos of the photos, but I'm still in awe of them.

Those who get big fat smoochy kisses are:
Keely (but not Adia)


I'm so excited. :D
I've said it many times, but the people I work with have been so, so good to me. Yesterday, H (one of the secretaries) brought in a box of creamsicles for me, just because she thought I would like them, since she liked having ice cream every day when she was pregnant. But she commented that she gained 60 pounds with her son (!) so she got me the kind that were made with LF ice milk so they're only 100 calories each. Was that great of her or what?!?

So I had my first orange creamsicle just now. And it was gooood.

I went to the Dr's appointment (the guy absolutely couldn't remember who I ws or why I was there or what form he needed to fill out or what kind of injury I'd had with the accident. Honestly - can't you just spend, like, 45 seconds and LOOK AT MY CHART BEFORE COMING INTO THE ROOM?), and was hungry on the way home so treated myself to a to-go lunch at my favorite chinese restaurant. Came home and took what was intended to be a 30 minute or so nap... and woke up two hours later. Damn. Two hours. I'd only woken for the day six hours prior and spent the majority of my waking time sitting at my desk. Even so, I still slept for two hours. And I wasn't particularly sleepy, which makes me wonder how long I would have slept had I had a bad night last night. Sheesh.

I would say that I think something must be wrong, but nope, all of my constant pg signs are still here, and when I saw my new OB today she said everything was great. I'm sure I'll have a payback for how good I feel now - there's no way this can keep up for the next 8-some-odd months. But for now I'm going to enjoy it. 

I absolutely adored having a 4-day weekend. It was divine. I should have them more often.

Wednesday: I told the gals at work about the pg, as well as making the strategic decision to tell a friend in the Financial Aid Office, Jack. Which means that between these gals and Jack the entire university knew in about three nanoseconds. Including the HR office. Word travels fast 'round these parts.

Thursday: I cleaned the house a bit, made italian sausages, peppers, and onions in the crock pot, and lounged around doing a whole lot of nothing. I bought a few of my favorite Disney DVDs at Costco, including Alice in Wonderland, Robin Hood (I used to adore this movie when I was growing up), and the Aristocats.

Friday: More of nothing, mostly. Did a bit more cleaning (house is now clean, finally), watched Bring It On for the first time, and went to a Dr's appt in the morning. The only thing worth mentioning there is that my blood work was fine and I had already decided to switch to an OB nearby (this other person I visited does Family Practice) so I also made an appt for this coming Wednesday with my new OB. Oh, and I cut up my new medical insurance card accidentally. I meant to cut up my old one, so it was a bit of a nasty surprise to look down and see the old card nice and whole and the one I just got three days prior sitting in shreds on the kitchen counter. Whoops. Bryan's parents invited us over for dinner and when I got there they gave me a card [the viewpoint was looking over a big-ole pg belly to a scale below with the words "You Grow Girl" on it, which I think is mostly funny, and a little bit apprehensive-making] and inside was a note saying they got me a subscription to ePregnancy magazine. That was very sweet of them.

Saturday: We did our taxes. Good lord, I freaking LOVE owning a house. Really. In the evening we went out with our friends Jose and Maribel to the Yard House. I'd never been there before and it's really rather... loud. Good food, the drink list looked good, and we had a good time, but damn that place was packed. After dinner we wandered over to CB&TL for drinks and I got a Hot Vanilla. Like a hot chocolate, but pure vanilla taste. Sooo good. And caffeine free and I got in some calcium. Score! I liked it so much I went back today and bought a tub of their powder mix so I can have my very own vanilla-y goodness at home.

Today: We wandered over to Sam's Club while Bryan's car was being smogged and tried to decide if it was worth it to get a membership there, too. We decided that it wasn't. They have some different things than Costco, but we'd rather just pay the extra 10% for a one-day shopping pass if there's something we really want and save the $40 membership fee. Then we test-drove the Toyota FJ Cruiser, which was a huge dissapointment in terms of visibility and pricing, so all signs point to me buying the Mazda5 in a couple of months. This evening we're eating leftover sausage and peppers, and watching Robin Hood on tv and waiting to see if I won an auction on ebay for a book I want. And I'll probably make another mug of Hot Vanilla. Because Hot Vanilla is a sign that God exists.



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