I am trying to help Jenny as much as she'll let me with the baby shower. We were talking food/drinks and I told her that VONS was having their awesome sale of buy two 12 packs and 3 12 packs free.
Since there is a VONS by my work, I told her I would stop by after work and get the sodas. I was going to get some for our house too. I spent probably 15-20 minutes picking out sodas for the shower and for our house. I had fifteen 12 packs and hopped in the express check out. I made sure all the bar codes were at the top and all facing the same way so it would be an easy check out.
When I got in line, which I took my time getting there (obviously, pushing fifteen 12 packs around a store, and having to pee, I wasn't Speedy Gonzales.) Also, I try to be pretty considerate and let others go ahead of me that got there right after me or that have like 2 things. But, I had been waiting in line, if I had unpacked every 12 pack, there still wouldn't have been anyone in line.
The lady in front of me finally left and as I started explaining to the cashier how I had everything organized, that's when others started getting in line. She told me to wheel the cart around to her side and that would be easier for me and her. As I'm pushing the cart around the check-out stand, the guy about my age behind me says in a sarcastic, rudehole kind of way, "Wow, sure looks like you'll have enough soda to last the rest of the year." And, as I glared back at him I said, "oh! Looks like you have enough toilet paper to last you the rest of the week, A--hole!"
Ok, really, I didn't say that, I said, "Ya, well, maybe if I wasn't bringing most of this to my sister's for my baby shower, it would last me a pretty long time." But, my question is, why is it any of his business?! If he was trying to start a conversation, weather is a good one. NCAA would even do. Furthermore, I wasn't doing anything wrong. The limit for the express check-out was 15. I had 15 items. If he hadn't taken so long picking out 2 packages of 24 rolls of TP, maybe he'd have beat me to the line and he wouldn't have to wait.
Sorry, I'm just a little bugged.
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Thursday, March 24, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Ellen Burstyn moment
I've had a few times the last few days that I've freaked Jason out. Not on purpose. Stupid things that could've been avoided, and they weren't, so we had a "situation". The other day it was that I said, "Awe, crap" and he wasn't paying attention 100% and just heard that, so he thought "Go time!"
The other incident happened this afternoon. I was in a crotchety mood. I wanted to go get something to eat, and Jason didn't want to spend money, and after looking at our poor fridge, there was nothing but condiments. Our freezer is stocked with chili and spaghetti sauce and all sorts of other goodness, but I was hungry RIGHT THEN! I didn't want to wait for something to thaw. My belly was rumbling. I was getting crankier by the second and just wanted some dang food!
He offered to make some soup, but I didn't feel like soup. He offered to cook anything else, and though I was grateful, I stayed sitting on the couch and told him I would worry about it in a few minutes. For him to cook whatever for himself and I will take care of myself.
A few moments later, I went to ravage the kitchen. In the freezer I found some waffles from months ago that my mom had made and frozen. Yum! Sugar and sugar and sugar! Buddy the Elf would've been proud of my lunch.
I threw them one by one into the toaster. I ended up with about 6 whole waffles. (These are the little ones, not the delicious Belgian ones you get from IHOP or Denny's.) I poured a glass of milk, sat on the couch and started to dig in. These were so wonderful BUT... One little hiccup. The waffles were caught in my esophagus. not the part where I couldn't breathe, but right behind my sternum. This happens occasionally, and I usually have a drink, breath and then it loosens up and continues on the tract.
Today, it did not want to continue on tract. Jason could tell there was something wrong with me, and I told him I was fine, but he still kept an eye on me. I burped little burps, but it wasn't loosening anything. I thought drinking more milk would help dissolve the waffles, but it just made it worse. I burped a few more times, and then... The Ellen Burstyn moment came. Milk and waffles into my hand, and partially on the floor. Quite a few times. Jason got up and asked what I needed and I said, a towel or something to put this in. lol Then we went to cleaning up my face and the floor. I felt much better, but geez.
Jason, being the positive person that he is, found the bright side of the situation. "Well, at least you can say you threw up during pregnancy!" I love him. I tried to tell him it didn't count cause it never actually went down inside my stomach, and it never was caused by the actual pregnancy, but he's still considering it. Ok. Whatever. I finished the rest of my waffles and went on my way.
The other incident happened this afternoon. I was in a crotchety mood. I wanted to go get something to eat, and Jason didn't want to spend money, and after looking at our poor fridge, there was nothing but condiments. Our freezer is stocked with chili and spaghetti sauce and all sorts of other goodness, but I was hungry RIGHT THEN! I didn't want to wait for something to thaw. My belly was rumbling. I was getting crankier by the second and just wanted some dang food!
He offered to make some soup, but I didn't feel like soup. He offered to cook anything else, and though I was grateful, I stayed sitting on the couch and told him I would worry about it in a few minutes. For him to cook whatever for himself and I will take care of myself.
A few moments later, I went to ravage the kitchen. In the freezer I found some waffles from months ago that my mom had made and frozen. Yum! Sugar and sugar and sugar! Buddy the Elf would've been proud of my lunch.
I threw them one by one into the toaster. I ended up with about 6 whole waffles. (These are the little ones, not the delicious Belgian ones you get from IHOP or Denny's.) I poured a glass of milk, sat on the couch and started to dig in. These were so wonderful BUT... One little hiccup. The waffles were caught in my esophagus. not the part where I couldn't breathe, but right behind my sternum. This happens occasionally, and I usually have a drink, breath and then it loosens up and continues on the tract.
Today, it did not want to continue on tract. Jason could tell there was something wrong with me, and I told him I was fine, but he still kept an eye on me. I burped little burps, but it wasn't loosening anything. I thought drinking more milk would help dissolve the waffles, but it just made it worse. I burped a few more times, and then... The Ellen Burstyn moment came. Milk and waffles into my hand, and partially on the floor. Quite a few times. Jason got up and asked what I needed and I said, a towel or something to put this in. lol Then we went to cleaning up my face and the floor. I felt much better, but geez.
Jason, being the positive person that he is, found the bright side of the situation. "Well, at least you can say you threw up during pregnancy!" I love him. I tried to tell him it didn't count cause it never actually went down inside my stomach, and it never was caused by the actual pregnancy, but he's still considering it. Ok. Whatever. I finished the rest of my waffles and went on my way.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Generally, I wouldn't complain...
But honestly, I'm having a hard time with being a "skinny" pregnant chick. I knew I had a lot to "lose" in the first place. I carried most of it around my waste. Which, generally made me look pregnant most of the time anyway. Which is why I tried to avoid shirts that made me look pregnant.
Now, I wear those shirts because I can actually tell that I am rounding out in the middle. I am losing weight from most areas and it's turning into a basketball around my waste.
However, being 7 months along, 5'10" with very German roots, my belly is not protruding out like some of my friends who are 5' and carrying tiny babies (even though our body mass index or whatever was probably the same). I wish my belly would poke out like that, but my body is just not going to let it happen. I still have about 2 months left for it to do something, but otherwise, I still look like I'm only 4-5 months pregnant.
It's probably just my hormones talking, and being sensitive, but when I walk into work and a co-worker asks if I've lost weight, it's everything I can do to keep calm so I don't tell her, "Yes, I'm just starving my baby so he will have a low birth weight and I can have easy labor."
Now, I wear those shirts because I can actually tell that I am rounding out in the middle. I am losing weight from most areas and it's turning into a basketball around my waste.
However, being 7 months along, 5'10" with very German roots, my belly is not protruding out like some of my friends who are 5' and carrying tiny babies (even though our body mass index or whatever was probably the same). I wish my belly would poke out like that, but my body is just not going to let it happen. I still have about 2 months left for it to do something, but otherwise, I still look like I'm only 4-5 months pregnant.
It's probably just my hormones talking, and being sensitive, but when I walk into work and a co-worker asks if I've lost weight, it's everything I can do to keep calm so I don't tell her, "Yes, I'm just starving my baby so he will have a low birth weight and I can have easy labor."
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
I could really go for a PB&J sandwich right now
At church every Sunday, someone is kind enough to bring in all kinds of bread for members to take home. Whatever is left from the hungry teenagers, we get to rummage through and take home. Jason and I have been getting bread from there and use it throughout the week.
We had Ward Conference a couple weeks ago and Stake Conference last week, and we've been without bread (not that we couldn't go get some) for a few weeks now. We even stopped by Bishop's Storehouse to get some, but even they were out.
Hmmm... Today, I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted a PB&J sandwich so bad I went and bought a loaf. GASP! lol
I really wanted to wait and stop by the storehouse again, but sometimes they don't have a good whole grain or something to help BG grow and be healthy, so I figured I'd just go buy what I liked. However, while on the way to the store, I couldn't stop thinking about sandwiches! I wanted a turkey sandwich with light mayo. A grilled cheese sandwich. Or even better yet, a grilled ham or bologna sandwich. But I still couldn't get that dang PB&J outta my head!
We had Ward Conference a couple weeks ago and Stake Conference last week, and we've been without bread (not that we couldn't go get some) for a few weeks now. We even stopped by Bishop's Storehouse to get some, but even they were out.
Hmmm... Today, I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted a PB&J sandwich so bad I went and bought a loaf. GASP! lol
I really wanted to wait and stop by the storehouse again, but sometimes they don't have a good whole grain or something to help BG grow and be healthy, so I figured I'd just go buy what I liked. However, while on the way to the store, I couldn't stop thinking about sandwiches! I wanted a turkey sandwich with light mayo. A grilled cheese sandwich. Or even better yet, a grilled ham or bologna sandwich. But I still couldn't get that dang PB&J outta my head!
Monday, March 7, 2011
I'm at Aunt JB's House!!!
Remember when you were little and were driving around with your parents or friends or someone, and you knew you were getting close to your destination by certain turns and landmarks???
My sister, Jenny, Jenny from the Block, Aunt JB, lives in a cul de sac. I moved into that house with her. I lived there for a few years with her and other roommates. I had my first date with Jason there. I still go there quite often (obviously, she's my sister!).
Jason dropped me off before he went to Physical Therapy today so I could help finish the last of the invites for the shower. As we were making the turn in the Cul de Sac, BG kicked me and I could tell he was excited.
Him kicking me reminded me of how you get used to the turns and landmarks and I think he knew we were at his Aunt JB's (and Uncle Bobby's) house!
My sister, Jenny, Jenny from the Block, Aunt JB, lives in a cul de sac. I moved into that house with her. I lived there for a few years with her and other roommates. I had my first date with Jason there. I still go there quite often (obviously, she's my sister!).
Jason dropped me off before he went to Physical Therapy today so I could help finish the last of the invites for the shower. As we were making the turn in the Cul de Sac, BG kicked me and I could tell he was excited.
Him kicking me reminded me of how you get used to the turns and landmarks and I think he knew we were at his Aunt JB's (and Uncle Bobby's) house!
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Pre-Natal Pills
While cleaning and going through the soon to be Lucas' Room, I found our bag from our first dr appt. It had some prenatal vites that I set on the counter next to my other ones. I figured I use them sometime.
Tonight, as I was getting ready to have some dinner, I saw a package of the pills and took them into the living room with my dinner. I sat next to Jason who had my drink. Once I had the pills out of the packet, I grabbed the drink and took them. No big deal right?
Right. However, shortly after swallowing the pills, which were pretty large compared to most prenatals I've taken, I said, "Geez, I hope I was supposed to take those orally and not some other way."
Jason looked at me puzzled, then just laughed and laughed. It was comforting to know that after a very hormonal day, filled with lots of stress, anger and irritation, I was able to find a tiny moment with him to laugh and be silly.
Tonight, as I was getting ready to have some dinner, I saw a package of the pills and took them into the living room with my dinner. I sat next to Jason who had my drink. Once I had the pills out of the packet, I grabbed the drink and took them. No big deal right?
Right. However, shortly after swallowing the pills, which were pretty large compared to most prenatals I've taken, I said, "Geez, I hope I was supposed to take those orally and not some other way."
Jason looked at me puzzled, then just laughed and laughed. It was comforting to know that after a very hormonal day, filled with lots of stress, anger and irritation, I was able to find a tiny moment with him to laugh and be silly.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Incredible Urge
About a week and a half ago Jason and I met with a realtor to short sell the house,
which has put the Haus von Graf into a dust devil.
Monday we met with the Realtor to go over more documents, had to bump physical therapy earlier so we could be to BG's appt on time. Tuesday, I worked most of the day, went to a friends for dinner so the missionaries could come eat, then went to our child birthing class (I went with my friend and we left the guys at home since it was La Leche League meeting that night). Wednesday, we had a dr appt in the morning, followed by consult with the sister about the baby shower, squeezed in a realtor meeting (which is when she told us she'd be coming over to take pic's of the house. AAAGH!), physical therapy, then instead of me going to school, I went home to start cleaning the house and go to a Scout Meeting.
It has been a pretty hectic week. However, this morning I had an experience which made none of that matter.
I woke up this morning and BG was polled comfortably on my right side. I had rolled onto my back and the right side of my belly was 2 inches higher than my left. I absolutely loved it. As I sat up, I had the most incredible urge to hold him. To snuggle him. To love him with all my being. As I pictured myself holding him, a sense of calm came over me and the situation made me think,
When BG is finally here on this earth with me and his daddy, we will be a few months from now and a lot of this stress will be gone. Childbirth Classes will be over. School will be nearly over. Jason will be healed, working again and won't have so many appointments. Our house, may be sold, may not be; but we'll be 85% packed so it won't be so hectic to move.
My mom and I always say that this little guy will change so many things in my life and others, but he won't change them. He already is changing lives.
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