Have a wonderful Thanksgiving. I'll be thinking of all the things I have to be grateful for! My list is lengthy I hope yours is too. Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Happy Thanksgiving
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving. I'll be thinking of all the things I have to be grateful for! My list is lengthy I hope yours is too. 
Pregnancy Diaries Entry 10: Normal you are Not
I went for my 30 week check up. Yes 10 weeks to go. Can you believe it? I’m to the point where I go every two weeks and I’m starting to have appointments with the other Docs in the practice in case mine is not on call when my bag of water gushes down my leg.
This was my first appointment with another Doc. It was funny because my normal doctor has never expressed any concern over how small I am. This doc, however, did. He looked at me and asked how big I was when I was born I told him that I thought I was about 7 lbs. He said, “Is your mom as small as you are?” I said she is a couple maybe three inches taller than me. To which he replied, “So in other words she’s not as small as you, we would… how do I say this consider her normal. You…. (long pause)… are not.” Mason piped in and said, “ Umm.. you better watch it, you’re about to get hit.” I laughed and said. “How you say it is I’m below average.” Its good know that I can still teach someone who’s been to medical school a little something….. like I don’t know “bedside manner”. He looked at me as if what he really wanted to say is what business did you having getting pregnant.. little girl. I wanted to say hey those little people on TLC are procreating, what’s so wrong with me giving it a whirl? He said I will most likely have a 7 lbs. baby at the most and he thinks I will do fine with that and I shouldn’t be concerned. Why thank you doctor, I didn’t remember mentioning a concern but now that you brought it up….
All joking aside Mason and I did enjoy this doctor and would be comfortable if he was the one that ends up between my straddled legs… such a sweet image. Long Sigh…. babies and rabbits and birthing women all so tender and cute. The best news is everything is looking good and healthy and on schedule and for that I am so grateful!
This was my first appointment with another Doc. It was funny because my normal doctor has never expressed any concern over how small I am. This doc, however, did. He looked at me and asked how big I was when I was born I told him that I thought I was about 7 lbs. He said, “Is your mom as small as you are?” I said she is a couple maybe three inches taller than me. To which he replied, “So in other words she’s not as small as you, we would… how do I say this consider her normal. You…. (long pause)… are not.” Mason piped in and said, “ Umm.. you better watch it, you’re about to get hit.” I laughed and said. “How you say it is I’m below average.” Its good know that I can still teach someone who’s been to medical school a little something….. like I don’t know “bedside manner”. He looked at me as if what he really wanted to say is what business did you having getting pregnant.. little girl. I wanted to say hey those little people on TLC are procreating, what’s so wrong with me giving it a whirl? He said I will most likely have a 7 lbs. baby at the most and he thinks I will do fine with that and I shouldn’t be concerned. Why thank you doctor, I didn’t remember mentioning a concern but now that you brought it up….
All joking aside Mason and I did enjoy this doctor and would be comfortable if he was the one that ends up between my straddled legs… such a sweet image. Long Sigh…. babies and rabbits and birthing women all so tender and cute. The best news is everything is looking good and healthy and on schedule and for that I am so grateful!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Pregnancy Diaries Entry 9: Sweet as Mother's Milk
Okay so the next big purchase is the breast pump. Or as I like to call these gadgets "The Mother Sucker" or "The Tubes that Suck your Boobs." Either way I need your help. I haven't really done any research on these nifty toys but I've seen some that are $300.00 and others that are $60.00. What brand name did you go with? Did you love it, hate it? Approximate expense? If you wouldn't mind giving me your recommendation I would surley appreciate it.
Thank you!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Pregnancy Diaries Entry 8: The Over the Shoulder Boulder Holder
A couple of weeks ago I was riding in the car and could feel my breathing was constricted. I reclined the seat and still felt like I could not take a complete breath. Oh no it’s already happening… the whole baby taking your lung room thing. I had heard about this and thought but I can’t go on like this for another three months, I thought this didn’t happen until the very end. I had a small panic attack, which oddly enough did not help the whole feeling like I can’t breathe problem. Then…. I undid my bra and big sigh… took a complete breath. Looks like Lindy needs to go by a big girl bra. Well the funny thing is I just kept putting this task off and through the middle of the day I would unsnap my bra. I can’t tell you how many places I went with an unhooked bra. Eventually the bra doesn’t stay in place so I was left with this random padding in the middle of my boobs. Yes I had a third boob for a while. What if I really did have three boobs? I would be like the best or should I say breast boob feeding mama around.
Well I finally bought a big girl bra and I’m breathing much better. Mason found this bra in the laundry and asked me whose it was. I turned it around and asked him in a very accusatory tone… “I don’t know Mason… why don’t you tell me whose bra it is?” I figure I may as well accuse him of this seeing as he is sleeping with an entirely different woman even if it is still his wife.
Well I finally bought a big girl bra and I’m breathing much better. Mason found this bra in the laundry and asked me whose it was. I turned it around and asked him in a very accusatory tone… “I don’t know Mason… why don’t you tell me whose bra it is?” I figure I may as well accuse him of this seeing as he is sleeping with an entirely different woman even if it is still his wife.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Glimpse into the Nursery
Isn’t this just the sweetest baby bedding? I’m loving the birdies. Can’t wait to set it all up! Have a lovely weekend.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Pregnancy Diaries Entry 7: Buddha Body
“You’re like a miniature Buddha covered in hair.” –Anchorman
This week marks my 28th week of pregnancy. Mom that means I’m 7 months, (she hates when people tell her in weeks). I’m in the third trimester and I find myself wanting to sing “It’s the final countdown” whenever someone asks how far along I am.
It’s kind of a big milestone in my eyes though I hear it’s a long three months because you get huge and uncomfortable, speaking of huge. The other night I was taking a tub and I caught my reflection in that medal thingy just below the fossit and I thought to myself I look like someone else but who… Is it Anglelina Jolie? NO. Is it Carmen Electra? No. Oh I know I know I look just like that fat little Buddha statue. Perhaps the resemblance is stemming from my wise beyond my years mother’s intuition kicking in. Perhaps it is my short stature defining the similarity. No, I think it may be the round tummy with the breasts resting on it as if the giant abdomen was Mother Nature’s true bra. So Carissa this Belly shot is for you. I know I know I make pregnancy look good. Needless to say this picture is pretty accurate except I am not bald and not tan.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Halloween 2009
Our twin niece and nephew were monsters. Cause who doesn't love twin monsters?
Mason and his boss went to a luncheon as big walking billboards. Mason is the bigger of the two.
And here is me as a knocked-up Playboy bunny with my baby's daddy Hugh Hefner
For work I dressed my unborn as a jackolantern.
We had a fun Halloween! Hope you did too!
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Pregnancy Diaries Entry 6: Laughing through Lamaze
Mason and I are five weeks into our Lamaze class. We took it through the hospital because I wanted to learn some techniques as well as hospital policies and how they deliver babies around there. It has been somewhat helpful but I don’t know if I would give it my complete recommendation. The one thing we have learned is that we cannot look into one another’s eyes deeply while Mason waves his hand to direct my breathing because we both end up laughing…hardly the point, and incredibly unrealistic as I do not think I will be laughing through the labor.
There are some real characters in our class and by character I mean complete weirdoes. I swear I know normal people who have babies all the time, but they do not happen to be in this class. Therefore I feel compelled to share some stories with you.
In one particular class we were practicing a breathing technique and then had to trade partners with the intention of learning how others are performing this technique to see if we liked their way better. Mason shifted to the girl sitting next to me and I got a new partner as well. I of course got the bizarre boy. I had to look straight into his eyes while he directed my breathing and honestly all I could think about was…ewww what if I was having this dude’s baby. When Mason came back to me, about three minutes later it was like he had been gone a lifetime. I wanted to say “oh thank goodness you’re back; you’ll never believe what happened while you were gone. I almost had to give birth to that creep’s baby.”
At the beginning of another marvelous class Mason got chosen to wear the sympathy belly. He was instructed to wear it for twenty minutes. Ten minutes of standing, ten minutes of walking. He then passed the belly on to another guy in the class, this pattern continued through the remainder of class. The classes are two hours long and one of the husbands apparently can only make it to the last hour. I thought it was no big deal and he most likely had school or work that interfered. (Look sometimes I do give people the benefit of the doubt.) We took a break in between the two hours in which Mason decided to go to the bathroom, so when Mr. Late arrived it looked as if I had no partner. The instructor suggested the last guy who had to wear the sympathy belly pass it onto Mr. Late. Mr. Late, feeling picked on, points to me and says, “Why don’t you give it to her husband, he’s not even here yet.” To which I replied, “My husband was actually the first man to wear it, LONG before you were here.” So Mr. Late agrees to put on the belly as he is hoisting it up while of course fondling the fake breasts on the belly (Like really, How thrilling could that possibly be?) he has the nerve to say,” Does wearing this belly give me permission to sit around all day and do nothing?” No one laughed… I mean no one. Mason walked in as the entire exchange was over and it was the longest hour of my life just waiting to tell him. As soon as we walked into the parking lot I was like Mason you missed it!!! Well Mr. Late you just got yourself named Mr. Asshole in every woman’s mind and no I will no longer be giving you the benefit of the doubt.
During this weeks class our instructor was wearing the most distracting pair of pants I had seen since 1992. We walked in sat down and I leaned over to Mason and said “She did not warn us that MC Hammer was going to be the guest speaker today.”
Needless to say if this class did not provide us with an education it made up for it with entertainment.
There are some real characters in our class and by character I mean complete weirdoes. I swear I know normal people who have babies all the time, but they do not happen to be in this class. Therefore I feel compelled to share some stories with you.
In one particular class we were practicing a breathing technique and then had to trade partners with the intention of learning how others are performing this technique to see if we liked their way better. Mason shifted to the girl sitting next to me and I got a new partner as well. I of course got the bizarre boy. I had to look straight into his eyes while he directed my breathing and honestly all I could think about was…ewww what if I was having this dude’s baby. When Mason came back to me, about three minutes later it was like he had been gone a lifetime. I wanted to say “oh thank goodness you’re back; you’ll never believe what happened while you were gone. I almost had to give birth to that creep’s baby.”
At the beginning of another marvelous class Mason got chosen to wear the sympathy belly. He was instructed to wear it for twenty minutes. Ten minutes of standing, ten minutes of walking. He then passed the belly on to another guy in the class, this pattern continued through the remainder of class. The classes are two hours long and one of the husbands apparently can only make it to the last hour. I thought it was no big deal and he most likely had school or work that interfered. (Look sometimes I do give people the benefit of the doubt.) We took a break in between the two hours in which Mason decided to go to the bathroom, so when Mr. Late arrived it looked as if I had no partner. The instructor suggested the last guy who had to wear the sympathy belly pass it onto Mr. Late. Mr. Late, feeling picked on, points to me and says, “Why don’t you give it to her husband, he’s not even here yet.” To which I replied, “My husband was actually the first man to wear it, LONG before you were here.” So Mr. Late agrees to put on the belly as he is hoisting it up while of course fondling the fake breasts on the belly (Like really, How thrilling could that possibly be?) he has the nerve to say,” Does wearing this belly give me permission to sit around all day and do nothing?” No one laughed… I mean no one. Mason walked in as the entire exchange was over and it was the longest hour of my life just waiting to tell him. As soon as we walked into the parking lot I was like Mason you missed it!!! Well Mr. Late you just got yourself named Mr. Asshole in every woman’s mind and no I will no longer be giving you the benefit of the doubt.
During this weeks class our instructor was wearing the most distracting pair of pants I had seen since 1992. We walked in sat down and I leaned over to Mason and said “She did not warn us that MC Hammer was going to be the guest speaker today.”
Needless to say if this class did not provide us with an education it made up for it with entertainment.