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Last Friday, at school, my team threw me a baby shower. Once again, I got amazingly generous gifts from the women that I work with. Once again, I marveled at how *everyone* takes such joy in a baby. I have had women who don't talk to me all that often, stop by my room to give me a hug and tell me how excited they are for me. Paras and interns give me gifts when we've exchanged only the casual hello as we pass in the hallway. And the women who are more recent moms give me the practical (but often more expensive!) gifts that they just know I'll need. And everyone, from the custodian to the kitchen staff, the teachers to the interns, stops often to ask how I'm doing, how I feel and if I'm ready. I know I've said it before, more than once even, but I am so incredibly blessed. Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Showers!
Last Friday, at school, my team threw me a baby shower. Once again, I got amazingly generous gifts from the women that I work with. Once again, I marveled at how *everyone* takes such joy in a baby. I have had women who don't talk to me all that often, stop by my room to give me a hug and tell me how excited they are for me. Paras and interns give me gifts when we've exchanged only the casual hello as we pass in the hallway. And the women who are more recent moms give me the practical (but often more expensive!) gifts that they just know I'll need. And everyone, from the custodian to the kitchen staff, the teachers to the interns, stops often to ask how I'm doing, how I feel and if I'm ready. I know I've said it before, more than once even, but I am so incredibly blessed. Monday, April 28, 2008
Miracles
I believe that miracles are all around us.....in a thousand and one tiny ways they are happening. If you are lucky, then you get to witness a Big Miracle. The kind that leaves you crying in disbelief. That makes you realize that there is just no. other. explanation. Other than a miracle that is.
I have now experienced two of these Big Miracles in my life. The first was witnessing the birth of my second niece. If you've ever been blessed enough to witness a delivery then you know what I mean when I say that there is nothing so Miraculous as the birth of a child. One minute she was someone we dreamed and wondered and hoped and prayed for and the next she was in this world, waving her hands and crying and already developing her own unique personality. I remember thinking, as I stood there watching my niece take her very first breath in this world, "how can anyone NOT believe in some kind of a God when faced with the birth of a child?"
Most recently I experienced another miracle. Russ' aunt recently had a brain aneurysm. Or rather, a "nest" in her brain that began to bleed out. And did so rather rapidly, so that in mere hours half of her brain was filled with blood. The outlook, at first, was grim. Say your goodbyes the doctors counseled, as they wheeled her into surgery. Next, the words, "well, she made it through surgery, but we have no idea how much of Her will be there, or what the damage will be." Next, "her vision and speech may be impaired, we are going to keep her in a medically induced coma for a few days." And finally, a mere 24 hours later, "she's going to take a nap, then we are going to get her out of bed and walking around." Even the nurse admitted that she had never seen such an amazing recovery. We drove up to see her and I swear, you would never have known (aside from the shaved head and bandages) that the woman had brain surgery less than 24 hours earlier. She was sitting up, her color was good, her eyes were clear and she was talking and joking. Joking!
Here's the thing- everything, and I do mean everything, conspired to make the worst possible situation into the best possible situation. She happened to be in Boston when her symptoms became alarming enough to warrant a 911 call. Surrounded by family, with a trained nurse by her side. She was rushed to Mass General, and a doctor there had the smarts to get her into surgery within 30 minutes of her arrival. She was also operated on by the head of neurosurgery. If any one of those things didn't happen as they did, the chances are strong that she would not be with us today....or she would not be the woman that we know and love. She is a walking miracle. A testament to the fact that there are some things in this world that just don't make sense. Yeah, you can argue science, medicine, technology even, saved her. But for me....I believe there was someone watching out that day. Someone who saved her life.
I have now experienced two of these Big Miracles in my life. The first was witnessing the birth of my second niece. If you've ever been blessed enough to witness a delivery then you know what I mean when I say that there is nothing so Miraculous as the birth of a child. One minute she was someone we dreamed and wondered and hoped and prayed for and the next she was in this world, waving her hands and crying and already developing her own unique personality. I remember thinking, as I stood there watching my niece take her very first breath in this world, "how can anyone NOT believe in some kind of a God when faced with the birth of a child?"
Most recently I experienced another miracle. Russ' aunt recently had a brain aneurysm. Or rather, a "nest" in her brain that began to bleed out. And did so rather rapidly, so that in mere hours half of her brain was filled with blood. The outlook, at first, was grim. Say your goodbyes the doctors counseled, as they wheeled her into surgery. Next, the words, "well, she made it through surgery, but we have no idea how much of Her will be there, or what the damage will be." Next, "her vision and speech may be impaired, we are going to keep her in a medically induced coma for a few days." And finally, a mere 24 hours later, "she's going to take a nap, then we are going to get her out of bed and walking around." Even the nurse admitted that she had never seen such an amazing recovery. We drove up to see her and I swear, you would never have known (aside from the shaved head and bandages) that the woman had brain surgery less than 24 hours earlier. She was sitting up, her color was good, her eyes were clear and she was talking and joking. Joking!
Here's the thing- everything, and I do mean everything, conspired to make the worst possible situation into the best possible situation. She happened to be in Boston when her symptoms became alarming enough to warrant a 911 call. Surrounded by family, with a trained nurse by her side. She was rushed to Mass General, and a doctor there had the smarts to get her into surgery within 30 minutes of her arrival. She was also operated on by the head of neurosurgery. If any one of those things didn't happen as they did, the chances are strong that she would not be with us today....or she would not be the woman that we know and love. She is a walking miracle. A testament to the fact that there are some things in this world that just don't make sense. Yeah, you can argue science, medicine, technology even, saved her. But for me....I believe there was someone watching out that day. Someone who saved her life.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Telling it like it is
I recently read the book Belly Laughs by Jenny McCarthy. A few people had mentioned it to me, I was in Target and saw it, so I bought it. I think I was laughing out loud in the middle of the mall by page five. Seriously. The woman is funny. And frank. I have a feeling I will know more about her than I would want to, but I gotta say, I love her honesty and the fact that she is REAL. (The book, in case you don't know, and why would you if you haven't read it, is about being pregnant and giving birth.)
This post has been percolating in my head for awhile now.....ever since the holidays in fact when my mom and my brother were trying to get my sister to say if she was going to have another baby. My sister responded, "I don't want to be pregnant again." To which my mom said, "Your pregnancies weren't that bad." To which my sister (rather cleverly I might add) replied, "They were uncomfortable." I decided that was it really--that word just describes it all.
(Let me interrupt this regularly scheduled commentary to mention that this is by no means a venting post. Being pregnant is a glorious miracle that I am thankful for every day. Don't let anything I say here detract from that....)
But, my sister nailed it--even with an easy pregnancy, and let's be for real for a moment, although it took awhile to get here, my pregnancy has been relatively easy without major complications (another reason to be thankful). However, it is UNCOMFORTABLE.
Let's break it down (or at least start to) a la Jenny McCarthy:
Barf-o-Rama a.k.a. Morning sickness:
Clearly the person who named it morning sickness was a man, trying to trick all women into thinking you would only be sick in the morning. What a cruel, cruel joke. Morning sickness happens. But so does mid morning sickness. And lunch time sickness. And afternoon sickness. And dinner time sickness. And even middle of the night for no apparent reason sickness. Another untruth (at least for me): it goes away once the baby starts moving, or you hit your second trimester. I've had periods, days in fact, without throwing up. But if I had to count, I think that in 34 weeks of pregnancy, I've had maybe five weeks where I didn't throw up at least once-and probably several times. (And one of those weeks was the week we first found out I was pregnant.) Throwing up was the thing I hated the most even before I was pregnant. You can imagine my feelings on it now--needless to say I'm tired of it and ready for it to stop.
Snorting, snifing, sneezing a.k.a. stuffy nose:
OK, this may not sound like much to you, but imagine having a permanantly stuffy nose. I mean you wake up in the morning and you are stuffy. You go about your day and you are stuffy, you lie down at night and have to wait until your nose clears enough so you can actually breath through it. Not the biggest of deals, admittedly, but I'm thinking I should have bought stock in Puffs before I got pregnant. Between blowing my nose, wiping my watery eyes after throwing up and going through gobs of tissues when I get a bloody nose....let's just say we have gone through several boxes.....
A-A-A-cho! Get me a tissue I'm bleeding! a.k.a. bloody noses:
As I alluded to above, bloody noses are also a glorious side effect of pregnancy. Who knew, right? I've never had one before being pregnant and well, I hope I never have one again. Not the biggest of deals, again, but still, one of those minor inconveniences in life that you'd just rather not have. The worst is never knowing when I sneeze if it will turn into a bloody nose or not. Like I said, I should have bought stock in Puffs.
Get the heck out of the way, I need to pee! a.k.a. frequent pee breaks:
Really, there's nothing to say about this other than the fact that it's amazing how much you really do have to go to the bathroom. Now that I'm in my third trimester I literally get up every 1.5-2 hours at night just to go to the bathroom. Good training for when the baby comes and I'm nursing, not so much fun now when all you desperately want is a decent night's sleep. During the day, my kids are so used to me sneaking out of the classroom to run down the hall they don't even bat an eye. I don't even ask the teacher next door to keep an eye or an ear out because I do it so often!
Flopping and wrestling a.k.a. sleepless nights:
I can't remember the last time I slept for a full eight hours. I have decided that the reason you are so exhausted during pregnancy is not only because you are creating a human and every single body part is shifting or shrinking or stretching while working harder than it ever has before, but also because you just. don't. sleep. Early on in your pregnancy you learn that you aren't supposed to sleep on your back, because of decreased blood flow to the baby. You can't sleep on your belly, for fear of squishing the baby (and, of course, because your belly simply gets too large). Which leaves your side. If you are a side sleeper this is not a problem. I am not a side sleeper and never have been. Largely due to the fact that I already have a minor case of scoliosis (my back is curved funky) in both my upper and lower spine as well as a permanent disability rating in my back courtesy of an idiotic woman who rammed into my car from behind several years ago. What this means for me is that sleeping on my side HURTS. A lot. So, I wake up often, to roll from one side to the other. Except, because I sleep with a body pillow (which, incidentally, doesn't really do any good other than to support my belly a bit) is more like a wrestling match than a roll. Sometimes, through no fault of my own, I wake up on my back, and then I lay awake for hours on end, waiting for baby girl to kick so I know she's OK. The first few times this happened I panicked and cried....now I just stay awake until she moves, which often takes awhile because she's sleeping too.... I try to time my wrestling matches with my bathroom breaks, but it doesn't always work that way. So, for me to be up every hour either rolling or peeing is about typical. Needless to say, I'm exhausted. Sleep? What's that? (The funniest part about this is that I feel as if, throughout my entire pregnancy really, people keep telling my HUSBAND he looks tired. Or, my husband tells me how tired he is. I continue to be my usual sympathetic self, the man does work hard after all, but I'm waiting for the day when I lose it and remind him that he is tired because he stays up late playing video games while I am tired because I'm carrying around our daughter!)
Carrying the weight of the world....on your back a.k.a. back pain:
It doesn't start your third trimester, as people will tell you. It starts sooner than that. For me, it started when I started sleeping on my side. Although during the day it wouldn't be that bad, or I wouldn't be aware of it as much, when you wake up with a sore back, you pretty much walk around with one all day long. It does seem to be getting worse now that I'm in my third trimester though, so everyone was right about that much.....
Big Boobs:
This is one of those be careful what you wish for stories! Throughout most of my adolescent and even college years, I wished my boobs would be just a bit bigger. Now that they are, I seriously don't know how women with large boobs do it. They just get in the way! While I enjoy having cleavage for the first time in my life (and I won't tell you what Russ thinks of them) I'm ready to go back to my normal size. Which, I know, won't happen for awhile.....
Will someone please remove the red hot spike from my calf? a.k.a. leg cramps
This is something else I had never experienced before pregnancy. Sure, I had the occasional charlie horse, but nothing compared to the leg cramps that you get while pregnant. For me, they usually happen at night (of course they do!) or in the early morning when I attempt to stretch. (As an aside- you know that stretch you do when you first wake up? Arms overhead, legs stretched, toes pointed, your entire body just s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g? Yeah, I haven't done one of those in AGES. You just can't.) Anyway, leg cramps- they really do feel like someone is driving a red hot spike into your calf. You can't do anything while your entire leg just tenses uncontrollably except grasp it tightly and try not to cry out. Usually when I have one of these I'm awake for awhile afterwards (like I said, sleep? what's that?) and then my leg will be sore for literally days after.
I need a ______ RIGHT NOW! a.k.a. cravings (or aversions)
Truthfully, I haven't had many of these. Russ has really gotten off easy I think. No late night runs to Dairy Queen for him! But every now and again we'll be driving along, and I want something. Most recently, when we were registering, I wanted Strawberry Lemonade that they serve at Chili's. Now, I would have been fine if I didn't have it. But I really really really wanted Strawberry Lemonade. And I needed it too, right away. (Yes, I got one.) I've heard stories though of women who eat buckets of mushrooms, or vegetarians who become meat eaters because they must have steak....can't say I've really experienced any of that. Although, come to think of it, I have really wanted a turkey sandwich. No idea why, probably because I can't eat it. Nor have I had any aversions. Food commercials used to make me sick my first trimester, but then again, everything made me sick my first trimester. But there isn't one food that I really can't eat or don't like. Maybe that's the silver lining to all the throwing up?
This post has been percolating in my head for awhile now.....ever since the holidays in fact when my mom and my brother were trying to get my sister to say if she was going to have another baby. My sister responded, "I don't want to be pregnant again." To which my mom said, "Your pregnancies weren't that bad." To which my sister (rather cleverly I might add) replied, "They were uncomfortable." I decided that was it really--that word just describes it all.
(Let me interrupt this regularly scheduled commentary to mention that this is by no means a venting post. Being pregnant is a glorious miracle that I am thankful for every day. Don't let anything I say here detract from that....)
But, my sister nailed it--even with an easy pregnancy, and let's be for real for a moment, although it took awhile to get here, my pregnancy has been relatively easy without major complications (another reason to be thankful). However, it is UNCOMFORTABLE.
Let's break it down (or at least start to) a la Jenny McCarthy:
Barf-o-Rama a.k.a. Morning sickness:
Clearly the person who named it morning sickness was a man, trying to trick all women into thinking you would only be sick in the morning. What a cruel, cruel joke. Morning sickness happens. But so does mid morning sickness. And lunch time sickness. And afternoon sickness. And dinner time sickness. And even middle of the night for no apparent reason sickness. Another untruth (at least for me): it goes away once the baby starts moving, or you hit your second trimester. I've had periods, days in fact, without throwing up. But if I had to count, I think that in 34 weeks of pregnancy, I've had maybe five weeks where I didn't throw up at least once-and probably several times. (And one of those weeks was the week we first found out I was pregnant.) Throwing up was the thing I hated the most even before I was pregnant. You can imagine my feelings on it now--needless to say I'm tired of it and ready for it to stop.
Snorting, snifing, sneezing a.k.a. stuffy nose:
OK, this may not sound like much to you, but imagine having a permanantly stuffy nose. I mean you wake up in the morning and you are stuffy. You go about your day and you are stuffy, you lie down at night and have to wait until your nose clears enough so you can actually breath through it. Not the biggest of deals, admittedly, but I'm thinking I should have bought stock in Puffs before I got pregnant. Between blowing my nose, wiping my watery eyes after throwing up and going through gobs of tissues when I get a bloody nose....let's just say we have gone through several boxes.....
A-A-A-cho! Get me a tissue I'm bleeding! a.k.a. bloody noses:
As I alluded to above, bloody noses are also a glorious side effect of pregnancy. Who knew, right? I've never had one before being pregnant and well, I hope I never have one again. Not the biggest of deals, again, but still, one of those minor inconveniences in life that you'd just rather not have. The worst is never knowing when I sneeze if it will turn into a bloody nose or not. Like I said, I should have bought stock in Puffs.
Get the heck out of the way, I need to pee! a.k.a. frequent pee breaks:
Really, there's nothing to say about this other than the fact that it's amazing how much you really do have to go to the bathroom. Now that I'm in my third trimester I literally get up every 1.5-2 hours at night just to go to the bathroom. Good training for when the baby comes and I'm nursing, not so much fun now when all you desperately want is a decent night's sleep. During the day, my kids are so used to me sneaking out of the classroom to run down the hall they don't even bat an eye. I don't even ask the teacher next door to keep an eye or an ear out because I do it so often!
Flopping and wrestling a.k.a. sleepless nights:
I can't remember the last time I slept for a full eight hours. I have decided that the reason you are so exhausted during pregnancy is not only because you are creating a human and every single body part is shifting or shrinking or stretching while working harder than it ever has before, but also because you just. don't. sleep. Early on in your pregnancy you learn that you aren't supposed to sleep on your back, because of decreased blood flow to the baby. You can't sleep on your belly, for fear of squishing the baby (and, of course, because your belly simply gets too large). Which leaves your side. If you are a side sleeper this is not a problem. I am not a side sleeper and never have been. Largely due to the fact that I already have a minor case of scoliosis (my back is curved funky) in both my upper and lower spine as well as a permanent disability rating in my back courtesy of an idiotic woman who rammed into my car from behind several years ago. What this means for me is that sleeping on my side HURTS. A lot. So, I wake up often, to roll from one side to the other. Except, because I sleep with a body pillow (which, incidentally, doesn't really do any good other than to support my belly a bit) is more like a wrestling match than a roll. Sometimes, through no fault of my own, I wake up on my back, and then I lay awake for hours on end, waiting for baby girl to kick so I know she's OK. The first few times this happened I panicked and cried....now I just stay awake until she moves, which often takes awhile because she's sleeping too.... I try to time my wrestling matches with my bathroom breaks, but it doesn't always work that way. So, for me to be up every hour either rolling or peeing is about typical. Needless to say, I'm exhausted. Sleep? What's that? (The funniest part about this is that I feel as if, throughout my entire pregnancy really, people keep telling my HUSBAND he looks tired. Or, my husband tells me how tired he is. I continue to be my usual sympathetic self, the man does work hard after all, but I'm waiting for the day when I lose it and remind him that he is tired because he stays up late playing video games while I am tired because I'm carrying around our daughter!)
Carrying the weight of the world....on your back a.k.a. back pain:
It doesn't start your third trimester, as people will tell you. It starts sooner than that. For me, it started when I started sleeping on my side. Although during the day it wouldn't be that bad, or I wouldn't be aware of it as much, when you wake up with a sore back, you pretty much walk around with one all day long. It does seem to be getting worse now that I'm in my third trimester though, so everyone was right about that much.....
Big Boobs:
This is one of those be careful what you wish for stories! Throughout most of my adolescent and even college years, I wished my boobs would be just a bit bigger. Now that they are, I seriously don't know how women with large boobs do it. They just get in the way! While I enjoy having cleavage for the first time in my life (and I won't tell you what Russ thinks of them) I'm ready to go back to my normal size. Which, I know, won't happen for awhile.....
Will someone please remove the red hot spike from my calf? a.k.a. leg cramps
This is something else I had never experienced before pregnancy. Sure, I had the occasional charlie horse, but nothing compared to the leg cramps that you get while pregnant. For me, they usually happen at night (of course they do!) or in the early morning when I attempt to stretch. (As an aside- you know that stretch you do when you first wake up? Arms overhead, legs stretched, toes pointed, your entire body just s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g? Yeah, I haven't done one of those in AGES. You just can't.) Anyway, leg cramps- they really do feel like someone is driving a red hot spike into your calf. You can't do anything while your entire leg just tenses uncontrollably except grasp it tightly and try not to cry out. Usually when I have one of these I'm awake for awhile afterwards (like I said, sleep? what's that?) and then my leg will be sore for literally days after.
I need a ______ RIGHT NOW! a.k.a. cravings (or aversions)
Truthfully, I haven't had many of these. Russ has really gotten off easy I think. No late night runs to Dairy Queen for him! But every now and again we'll be driving along, and I want something. Most recently, when we were registering, I wanted Strawberry Lemonade that they serve at Chili's. Now, I would have been fine if I didn't have it. But I really really really wanted Strawberry Lemonade. And I needed it too, right away. (Yes, I got one.) I've heard stories though of women who eat buckets of mushrooms, or vegetarians who become meat eaters because they must have steak....can't say I've really experienced any of that. Although, come to think of it, I have really wanted a turkey sandwich. No idea why, probably because I can't eat it. Nor have I had any aversions. Food commercials used to make me sick my first trimester, but then again, everything made me sick my first trimester. But there isn't one food that I really can't eat or don't like. Maybe that's the silver lining to all the throwing up?
Heartburn/Nausea:
I have nothing creative or clever to say about either one of these. They stink. And they are also rather permanent-at least for me- and even more so during my third trimester. I swear, between throwing up and alternating between heartburn and nausea it's amazing I've gained as much weight as I have!
There are a thousand and one other little tidbits about pregnancy that make it rather uncomfortable--like the bloodwork you have to go through, or the sugary drinks you have to drink for your gestational diabetes test, or the fact that your entire body just doesn't really feel like your own anymore, or the fact that as you get bigger you get so unwieldy that simple things like tying your shoes are impossible, and standing up becomes difficult....but for now, this list covers some of the basics.
Here's something I know--or at least I think I know--women who have been pregnant don't tell you about any of these discomforts. At least, not until you are pregnant yourself, then the stories come out! Why is that? I am convinced it is for two reasons: all of these discomforts are nothing compared to actual child birth and secondly (and perhaps most importantly!), I suspect that the moment I meet my daughter for the first time and look into her eyes and feel her little hand wrap around my pinky....I suspect that all of these minor discomforts will just fly right out of my head.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Onesies and strollers and bibs, oh my!
This past weekend I had my first baby shower--thrown for me by my amazing sister-in-law and wonderful mother-in-law:
It was so much fun to meet many of the women that I have heard stories about through the years of being in this family, and, of course, to reconnect with the family members I already knew and loved. Everyone--from those I was meeting for the first time, to those I have known for the past four years--was so excited about the birth of our baby girl. It is truly amazing how a baby brings such joy to so many!
The shower itself was absolutely wonderful....held in my mother in law's house, catered with some delicious food, and some really neat touches to make it personal. Everyone got to sign a large rock, that is going to go into my vegetable garden, and they also got to create bibs for our little girl! My one request was that I not get stared at TOO much and my sister in law, very sweetly, organized some fun games for the guest to play while I opened the presents. Oh, and everyone was asked to bring a book for baby girl and I got SO many good ones, with very few repeats! Russ and I have already started reading her bedtime stories, in eager anticipation of the nights when we get to snuggle her in our arms while reading to her. Plus, I love that her bookshelf is now considerably fuller than it once was!
We also got some amazingly generous gifts, including the pack and play, stroller and both the infant and the toddler car seat! The pack and play and stroller already sits, assembled and ready to go, in our living room. And Russ eagerly installed the car seat base into his car....We also got a lot of clothes for baby girl. I think she has more than me already!!! And I, of course, spent Sunday washing, sorting and folding....all in all, it was a wonderful day, filled with sunshine, family, happiness and love....
Mom S. and Beth--thank you so much for being the amazing family that you are, and for blessing me with so much love that my heart swells. I am beyond lucky to have married a wonderful man, and to have been welcomed into his wonderful family!
It was so much fun to meet many of the women that I have heard stories about through the years of being in this family, and, of course, to reconnect with the family members I already knew and loved. Everyone--from those I was meeting for the first time, to those I have known for the past four years--was so excited about the birth of our baby girl. It is truly amazing how a baby brings such joy to so many!The shower itself was absolutely wonderful....held in my mother in law's house, catered with some delicious food, and some really neat touches to make it personal. Everyone got to sign a large rock, that is going to go into my vegetable garden, and they also got to create bibs for our little girl! My one request was that I not get stared at TOO much and my sister in law, very sweetly, organized some fun games for the guest to play while I opened the presents. Oh, and everyone was asked to bring a book for baby girl and I got SO many good ones, with very few repeats! Russ and I have already started reading her bedtime stories, in eager anticipation of the nights when we get to snuggle her in our arms while reading to her. Plus, I love that her bookshelf is now considerably fuller than it once was!
We also got some amazingly generous gifts, including the pack and play, stroller and both the infant and the toddler car seat! The pack and play and stroller already sits, assembled and ready to go, in our living room. And Russ eagerly installed the car seat base into his car....We also got a lot of clothes for baby girl. I think she has more than me already!!! And I, of course, spent Sunday washing, sorting and folding....all in all, it was a wonderful day, filled with sunshine, family, happiness and love....
Mom S. and Beth--thank you so much for being the amazing family that you are, and for blessing me with so much love that my heart swells. I am beyond lucky to have married a wonderful man, and to have been welcomed into his wonderful family!
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Baby's room
Russ and I spent the week of our vacation engaging in some serious getting-ready-for-baby activities. Her room is now, 98% done. All it is missing is a standing lamp to put behind the chair, some cute baskets for the shelving unit above the changing table and some fun pictures. I have to say that Russ did most of the work-since it was construction-type things, like changing the light fixtures, assembling furniture, hanging black out shades etc. My work will come once I have my baby showers-then it will be time for sorting, and washing and folding....But for now, here are some pictures of her room:
Her room: (note the blackout shades behind the curtains!)
This is our second piece of baby furniture. My mom and dad actually bought it for us ages ago, all we need now is the mattress that goes on top to make it a changing table.
The unit above it Russ assembled and hung, all it needs now is some baskets to hold stuff.
Her book case, that I'm hoping will soon be filled with even more bedtime stories:
And the chair, that was the hardest thing to find believe it or not....I knew exactly what I wanted and was willing to wait to find it. Russ, on the other hand, was getting rather nervous every time he heard "6-8 weeks for delivery of furniture that you order" what with her arrival falling right within that time period. We finally did find it, and it got delivered over break. I know I'm getting at least one special blanket that I will drape over this chair. (Did I mention that it rocks and reclines?!?)
Her room: (note the blackout shades behind the curtains!)
Here are some close ups of the curtains, her bedding and her light switch:
Friday, April 18, 2008
Blast from the past
Everyone has that one person. You know what I'm talking about--the one person that once upon a time you were madly in love with. That one person who you thought you were meant to be with. That one person who, even after he/she broke your heart became the standard you compared every other relationship to. That one person.
Recently mine appeared in my life after an almost five year absence.
Our last conversation--on the phone when he was still in town--was tear filled and emotional. Something along the lines of him telling me he loved me and could imagine a life and a home and even children and pets with me but could never, ever marry me, and me wondering how in the world that made any sense at all. I remember he wanted to see me after that conversation and I just couldn't do it. What do you say to the man that just tore out your heart? I thought it best for me to let him drive off so that I could get on with the business of getting over him. I still think that was the right decision....
It took awhile for me to move on. I dated others, and compared them all to him. If I could say that if he walked back into my life I'd leave my current boyfriend, then I knew that current boyfriend wasn't the one for me. Is that horrible? Maybe it was, but there it is, the raw truth.
So, now he is back in town-for now at least. Married with a child, although his wife is not really in the picture. I knew I'd run into him eventually--he is, after all, friends with my brother in law and currently working on their house. I wondered what it would be like to see him. If there would be some dramatic emotional meeting, where he apologized to me for being a jerk, told me he made the wrong choice all those years ago.....where I could tell him that hindsight has given me 20/20 vision and I could see clearly now that we were not, after all, meant to be together. That me being the me I am, and he being who he is, would never have really worked out, even though I still believe I could have been good for him--brought some stability to his world that is still so out there and confused. But it never would have been the partnership that marriage is meant to be, and ultimately, it never would have lasted.
Well, I saw him again for the first time a couple of weeks ago. And twice since then. I'll admit that seeing him for the first time in nearly five years felt like a punch in the stomach, and, quite literally, took my breath away. But there was no tearful reunion. In fact, there was barely an acknowledgement of my existence. He studiously avoided making eye contact and didn't even really greet me. Rather anti-climactic actually. The two other times since then have been similar to that first meeting. I once sat down next to him, to at least engage him in some sort of conversation, and it felt.....awkward. Odd. We chit chatted about trivial things while I sat there and wondered how our conversations got reduced to the weather and little girl clothes when, even from the beginning of our relationship, we never talked about minor things....And I looked across the room at my husband and thanked God then and there for not letting me marry this man who I barely recognized as the guy I once thought I loved. For instead bringing me a man who loves me for me and who loved me enough to ask that big question that has entwined our lives for eternity. I don't need closure. I found it myself, a long time ago.
Recently mine appeared in my life after an almost five year absence.
Our last conversation--on the phone when he was still in town--was tear filled and emotional. Something along the lines of him telling me he loved me and could imagine a life and a home and even children and pets with me but could never, ever marry me, and me wondering how in the world that made any sense at all. I remember he wanted to see me after that conversation and I just couldn't do it. What do you say to the man that just tore out your heart? I thought it best for me to let him drive off so that I could get on with the business of getting over him. I still think that was the right decision....
It took awhile for me to move on. I dated others, and compared them all to him. If I could say that if he walked back into my life I'd leave my current boyfriend, then I knew that current boyfriend wasn't the one for me. Is that horrible? Maybe it was, but there it is, the raw truth.
So, now he is back in town-for now at least. Married with a child, although his wife is not really in the picture. I knew I'd run into him eventually--he is, after all, friends with my brother in law and currently working on their house. I wondered what it would be like to see him. If there would be some dramatic emotional meeting, where he apologized to me for being a jerk, told me he made the wrong choice all those years ago.....where I could tell him that hindsight has given me 20/20 vision and I could see clearly now that we were not, after all, meant to be together. That me being the me I am, and he being who he is, would never have really worked out, even though I still believe I could have been good for him--brought some stability to his world that is still so out there and confused. But it never would have been the partnership that marriage is meant to be, and ultimately, it never would have lasted.
Well, I saw him again for the first time a couple of weeks ago. And twice since then. I'll admit that seeing him for the first time in nearly five years felt like a punch in the stomach, and, quite literally, took my breath away. But there was no tearful reunion. In fact, there was barely an acknowledgement of my existence. He studiously avoided making eye contact and didn't even really greet me. Rather anti-climactic actually. The two other times since then have been similar to that first meeting. I once sat down next to him, to at least engage him in some sort of conversation, and it felt.....awkward. Odd. We chit chatted about trivial things while I sat there and wondered how our conversations got reduced to the weather and little girl clothes when, even from the beginning of our relationship, we never talked about minor things....And I looked across the room at my husband and thanked God then and there for not letting me marry this man who I barely recognized as the guy I once thought I loved. For instead bringing me a man who loves me for me and who loved me enough to ask that big question that has entwined our lives for eternity. I don't need closure. I found it myself, a long time ago.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Blessings
Last week was a shitty week.
Sorry for the language (guess my blog isn't G rated anymore!) but no other word will suffice.
I'm not going to rehash it here-first of all because who wants to read about a really horrible week? It will just bring you down. Secondly, because it was rough enough the first time around and frankly, I don't want to relive it. Suffice it to say by Friday morning I was barely holding it together, and, in fact, did actually start crying on the phone to a friend as he tried to direct me to the place where I was to get yet more blood work done and then continued to cry (mortifying!) when I actually arrived at said location. (Luckily the woman blamed it on hormones.....which I'm sure did in fact play a large part!)
But the week is over.....and I came out of it with one clear thought: I am so blessed.
I try to be that person that is always aware of just how lucky she is. But I'll admit that I, like so many others, get caught up in the minutiae of life. There is nothing like a horrible, incomprehensible tragedy to make you realize just how lucky you are....
Let me start with the first, and most exciting blessing in my world right now: our baby. We are seven weeks away from her arrival and she is becoming more and more of a reality. While I am beginning to get a bit more nervous about labor (although my fears seem to center-at the moment- around my water breaking at school and also not being able to find Russ when I actually do go into labor), mostly I find myself so excited at the thought of finally meeting her. I can't wait to stare into her eyes, and smell the smell that is uniquely her and feel her tiny fingers wrap around mine. She truly is a miracle.
My second blessing is my husband. Have I told you lately, dear Internet world, just how amazing he is? When I first met him, I knew, very quickly, that he was The One. I had absolutely no doubts at all that this was the man that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Somewhere along the way he also became my best friend. And then, my soul mate. As we go on this new journey together, preparing for baby, having endless conversations about what she'll be like, discussing how we want to raise her...I just couldn't do it without him and I couldn't imagine doing it with anyone else.
My next blessings are my family. If you know my family at all then you know just how generous, kind, funny, supportive, loving, intelligent, hard working, dedicated and wonderful they are. I am lucky to have TWO families that are all of those things and more. My life is richer for having them in it and I consider myself the luckiest sister, daughter, daughter in law and sister in law.....
There are many more blessings in my life that I could share with you--great friends that support me in all that I do and are always there to listen, a job I love in a district that is amazing, a home that is cozy and perfect for us, an amazing world that is just starting to vine and green and bloom and sprout bringing with it the promises of a new spring....like I said, I am so blessed.
Sorry for the language (guess my blog isn't G rated anymore!) but no other word will suffice.
I'm not going to rehash it here-first of all because who wants to read about a really horrible week? It will just bring you down. Secondly, because it was rough enough the first time around and frankly, I don't want to relive it. Suffice it to say by Friday morning I was barely holding it together, and, in fact, did actually start crying on the phone to a friend as he tried to direct me to the place where I was to get yet more blood work done and then continued to cry (mortifying!) when I actually arrived at said location. (Luckily the woman blamed it on hormones.....which I'm sure did in fact play a large part!)
But the week is over.....and I came out of it with one clear thought: I am so blessed.
I try to be that person that is always aware of just how lucky she is. But I'll admit that I, like so many others, get caught up in the minutiae of life. There is nothing like a horrible, incomprehensible tragedy to make you realize just how lucky you are....
Let me start with the first, and most exciting blessing in my world right now: our baby. We are seven weeks away from her arrival and she is becoming more and more of a reality. While I am beginning to get a bit more nervous about labor (although my fears seem to center-at the moment- around my water breaking at school and also not being able to find Russ when I actually do go into labor), mostly I find myself so excited at the thought of finally meeting her. I can't wait to stare into her eyes, and smell the smell that is uniquely her and feel her tiny fingers wrap around mine. She truly is a miracle.
My second blessing is my husband. Have I told you lately, dear Internet world, just how amazing he is? When I first met him, I knew, very quickly, that he was The One. I had absolutely no doubts at all that this was the man that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Somewhere along the way he also became my best friend. And then, my soul mate. As we go on this new journey together, preparing for baby, having endless conversations about what she'll be like, discussing how we want to raise her...I just couldn't do it without him and I couldn't imagine doing it with anyone else.
My next blessings are my family. If you know my family at all then you know just how generous, kind, funny, supportive, loving, intelligent, hard working, dedicated and wonderful they are. I am lucky to have TWO families that are all of those things and more. My life is richer for having them in it and I consider myself the luckiest sister, daughter, daughter in law and sister in law.....
There are many more blessings in my life that I could share with you--great friends that support me in all that I do and are always there to listen, a job I love in a district that is amazing, a home that is cozy and perfect for us, an amazing world that is just starting to vine and green and bloom and sprout bringing with it the promises of a new spring....like I said, I am so blessed.
Monday, March 31, 2008
You could almost smell the desperation coming from them
This past Saturday I was invited, by the Director of Human Resources for our district, to attend a job fair that is held in our town. It is actually a job fair for the entire county that I work in, held in the very middle school my husband teaches in.
The last time I was at this job fair was when I myself attended, and landed an interview with the principal that would eventually end up hiring me. My memories of that event are hazy at best, colored by my nervousness and the desperate need to procure a job.
Well, attending it now, as a veteran teacher pursuing her administrative degree, was a whole different experience. First of all, I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of people (mostly women) that were there. For the five and a half hours that I was there, the middle school gym was, quite literally, packed. Secondly, they all looked the same. Black suits, pantyhose, heels, hair combed, make up on, resume or briefcase in hand. I did see one woman in jeans and one man in a track suit. They were turned away rather quickly from almost every table they went to. If you can't take the time to look a little nice, then why should a district take the time to interview you? Finally, they all seemed so....well, desperate. Trying so hard to make themselves stand out, to say just the right thing that would get them past the first hurdle (a screening interview) and upstairs to the second (an interview with a principal, or headmaster, or director of curriculum). Which, of course, would lead them to another, larger, hurdle: an interview with a specific principal of a building for a specific teaching spot. It was an uphill battle for many of the people seeking jobs, and hence, their desperation.
The district I work in has no trouble attracting candidates. Especially for elementary education. In fact, we were clearly instructed to turn away any candidate at the elementary level who did not possess teaching experience (most of them didn't, other than their student teaching of course), unless they stood out as "stellar". Rather than permitting them an interview, we took their resumes, shook their hands and threw their papers in a box. A rather large box. I couldn't help but wonder how in the world I managed to get a job. I also decided that it was such a large responsibility to control the fate of these people. To know that their chances of making it upstairs were practically nonexistent. And then making it past the interview upstairs was also virtually impossible. I wanted to tell all of those people standing in line to choose another district because they weren't going to go past those gym doors in ours. But how do you crush the hope of someone so desperate?
The last time I was at this job fair was when I myself attended, and landed an interview with the principal that would eventually end up hiring me. My memories of that event are hazy at best, colored by my nervousness and the desperate need to procure a job.
Well, attending it now, as a veteran teacher pursuing her administrative degree, was a whole different experience. First of all, I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of people (mostly women) that were there. For the five and a half hours that I was there, the middle school gym was, quite literally, packed. Secondly, they all looked the same. Black suits, pantyhose, heels, hair combed, make up on, resume or briefcase in hand. I did see one woman in jeans and one man in a track suit. They were turned away rather quickly from almost every table they went to. If you can't take the time to look a little nice, then why should a district take the time to interview you? Finally, they all seemed so....well, desperate. Trying so hard to make themselves stand out, to say just the right thing that would get them past the first hurdle (a screening interview) and upstairs to the second (an interview with a principal, or headmaster, or director of curriculum). Which, of course, would lead them to another, larger, hurdle: an interview with a specific principal of a building for a specific teaching spot. It was an uphill battle for many of the people seeking jobs, and hence, their desperation.
The district I work in has no trouble attracting candidates. Especially for elementary education. In fact, we were clearly instructed to turn away any candidate at the elementary level who did not possess teaching experience (most of them didn't, other than their student teaching of course), unless they stood out as "stellar". Rather than permitting them an interview, we took their resumes, shook their hands and threw their papers in a box. A rather large box. I couldn't help but wonder how in the world I managed to get a job. I also decided that it was such a large responsibility to control the fate of these people. To know that their chances of making it upstairs were practically nonexistent. And then making it past the interview upstairs was also virtually impossible. I wanted to tell all of those people standing in line to choose another district because they weren't going to go past those gym doors in ours. But how do you crush the hope of someone so desperate?
Friday, March 28, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
On the cusp
You know that moment in your life when you are anticipating the panic to come, but haven't quite gotten there yet? You can see all that you have to do towering before you, but your brain hasn't quite processed it all yet so you haven't actually started to freak out?
That's right where I am now.
I kinda like it here actually. Not stressed. Not overwhelmed. Just going day to day, ignoring the to do list that gets longer, the parent-teacher conferences that are approaching. the mountain of papers I haven't corrected because I'm too darn tired at night but that need to be corrected before conferences, the huge project that I have to do for my class that is due (of course) right smack in the middle of conferences, the publishing projects that the parents seem to think is a GREAT idea to throw at teachers right before conferences that entails our regular curriculum to come to a screeching halt so every child can choose their absolute-best-better-than-the-kid-next-to-them-writing-piece and make it even more amazing so that all the other parents can read this anthology and exclaim over how amazing their children are, the weekends that are so busy you start every Monday feeling like you need another weekend, and there is no end in sight to the craziness.....you get the gist.
Do you also know those moments in life when you look back and wonder how the heck you survived? Kinda like my second year of teaching when I had just switched grade levels, was working on my BEST portfolio (whose outcome could potentially impact the rest of my career) and was waitressing part time? Plus, of course, being involved in a couple of committees....to this day I have no idea how I 1) survived the year and 2) managed to pass my portfolio.
I'm right there too. I can already tell that I'm going to look back on this period of my life and wonder how in the heck I did it all.
But for now, I'll stay here, poised on a precipice, blogging instead of working, enjoying the view from the bottom of my to-do mountain.
That's right where I am now.
I kinda like it here actually. Not stressed. Not overwhelmed. Just going day to day, ignoring the to do list that gets longer, the parent-teacher conferences that are approaching. the mountain of papers I haven't corrected because I'm too darn tired at night but that need to be corrected before conferences, the huge project that I have to do for my class that is due (of course) right smack in the middle of conferences, the publishing projects that the parents seem to think is a GREAT idea to throw at teachers right before conferences that entails our regular curriculum to come to a screeching halt so every child can choose their absolute-best-better-than-the-kid-next-to-them-writing-piece and make it even more amazing so that all the other parents can read this anthology and exclaim over how amazing their children are, the weekends that are so busy you start every Monday feeling like you need another weekend, and there is no end in sight to the craziness.....you get the gist.
Do you also know those moments in life when you look back and wonder how the heck you survived? Kinda like my second year of teaching when I had just switched grade levels, was working on my BEST portfolio (whose outcome could potentially impact the rest of my career) and was waitressing part time? Plus, of course, being involved in a couple of committees....to this day I have no idea how I 1) survived the year and 2) managed to pass my portfolio.
I'm right there too. I can already tell that I'm going to look back on this period of my life and wonder how in the heck I did it all.
But for now, I'll stay here, poised on a precipice, blogging instead of working, enjoying the view from the bottom of my to-do mountain.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Class
Last weekend (awhile ago now, I know) Russ and I went to our birthing class. We opted for the 9-5 one shot deal, rather than the 6 or so weeks of one hour a night on a Wednesday. Everyone around me seemed to think the class would be more helpful for Russ than for me....I can't say that they were wrong exactly, but I did find it informative.
We began by talking about the stages of labor. Actually, I lied, we began by doing one of those cheesy interview the people next to you to discover what you can about them and then introduce them to the rest of the class. Amazing how quickly you are introduced as boy or girl/ due date/is the nursery decorated/do you have a name picked out. Rather than age, job, where you live etc. Then we started learning about the stages of labor. This was the part I found most interesting--learning about the contractions, how far along they have to be before you call the doctor, what the early stages and signs are, when you should panic etc. Russ, god bless him, took copious notes. While I sat there enjoying the fact that the woman teaching the course mentioned, more than once, that the mama to be will get increasingly crabby and, in extreme cases, downright nasty. I don't want to be that crabby delivery lady and I hope I'm not, but I do like that I was given permission to be. Not that you need permission when you are pushing something the size of a watermelon out a hole the size of a grapefruit. If that's not permission to do whatever you darn well want I don't know what is.
We also got to practice breathing, which felt rather silly even while I was doing it. I figured out right away (and told Russ even sooner) that I didn't like it when he tapped on my hands or shoulders while breathing even when I wasn't having contractions and I bet it would annoy me even more when I was. He made note of that too. Then our instructor got some "contraction machines" for the men, so they could experience what it would be like. I think all the women in the room got a little thrill out of that, and I'm sure they were just as disappointed as I was when they discovered that the contraction machines were nothing more than ice cubes. Yes. Ice cubes. She made the men squeeze them for the length of a contraction while in one of the many birthing positions we learned about, and while they practiced their breathing too. She had them do this twice, and the second time, we women got to rub ice cubes other places (like the back of their neck, or their lower back) because, as the instructor said, you feel the discomfort from the contractions in other places. The men all stood up afterwards, shaking their hands and exchanging macho grins with comments of "that sucked". Aside from the fact that contractions last for HOURS not mere seconds, as the men experienced, I can say that I haven't had a single contraction and I am already POSITIVE they are nothing at all like squeezing ice cubes in your hands. Puh-lease. It all felt rather ridiculous to me. But it just proved something that I have long suspected- there is no way men could possibly handle pregnancy, or childbirth.
We got to take a tour of the hospital where I hope to deliver. Where, I discovered, they only allow the husband and one other person in the birthing room during delivery. So even if I wanted to have my mom, mother in law, sister and sister in law in the room (which I don't) I couldn't. I also discovered that this hospital believes that after the birth the mom, dad and baby need to be alone for an hour and they absolutely will not let anyone in during that hour no matter what. After the hour is up, then the baby is weighed and measured, momma and daddy and baby are brought upstairs to their own room and then, and only then, can they have visitors. I, of course, immediately asked who would be the one that would tell the family about that rule because giving birth or not I wasn't so sure anyone would be able to keep my family out of the room once Baby Girl arrives. And I sure as heck wasn't going to be the one to tell them they had to wait a full hour to see their newest granddaughter! Luckily, the nurses get to convey that happy news, and I will be too busy to deal with the reactions!
The best part of the class was most definitely when they wheeled in a little baby girl who had been born a mere seven hours before. She was the tiniest little peanut and looked just like heaven on earth. And suddenly, it was all so real.
Actually, the best part of the class might have been watching Russ' face when we got to watch the two birthing videos- one of a C-section, and one of a natural birth. Having seen a natural birth before (thanks to my sister and second niece) I knew what it looked like. Russ, however, had no idea, and the look on his face was, well, priceless. Even better when he turned to me and asked "Why is the baby covered with all that gunk?" I guess he thought the baby comes out all shiny new and clean.....eleven weeks to go and then he can see it all up close and personal. Hopefully he'll remember not to tap on my shoulders....
We began by talking about the stages of labor. Actually, I lied, we began by doing one of those cheesy interview the people next to you to discover what you can about them and then introduce them to the rest of the class. Amazing how quickly you are introduced as boy or girl/ due date/is the nursery decorated/do you have a name picked out. Rather than age, job, where you live etc. Then we started learning about the stages of labor. This was the part I found most interesting--learning about the contractions, how far along they have to be before you call the doctor, what the early stages and signs are, when you should panic etc. Russ, god bless him, took copious notes. While I sat there enjoying the fact that the woman teaching the course mentioned, more than once, that the mama to be will get increasingly crabby and, in extreme cases, downright nasty. I don't want to be that crabby delivery lady and I hope I'm not, but I do like that I was given permission to be. Not that you need permission when you are pushing something the size of a watermelon out a hole the size of a grapefruit. If that's not permission to do whatever you darn well want I don't know what is.
We also got to practice breathing, which felt rather silly even while I was doing it. I figured out right away (and told Russ even sooner) that I didn't like it when he tapped on my hands or shoulders while breathing even when I wasn't having contractions and I bet it would annoy me even more when I was. He made note of that too. Then our instructor got some "contraction machines" for the men, so they could experience what it would be like. I think all the women in the room got a little thrill out of that, and I'm sure they were just as disappointed as I was when they discovered that the contraction machines were nothing more than ice cubes. Yes. Ice cubes. She made the men squeeze them for the length of a contraction while in one of the many birthing positions we learned about, and while they practiced their breathing too. She had them do this twice, and the second time, we women got to rub ice cubes other places (like the back of their neck, or their lower back) because, as the instructor said, you feel the discomfort from the contractions in other places. The men all stood up afterwards, shaking their hands and exchanging macho grins with comments of "that sucked". Aside from the fact that contractions last for HOURS not mere seconds, as the men experienced, I can say that I haven't had a single contraction and I am already POSITIVE they are nothing at all like squeezing ice cubes in your hands. Puh-lease. It all felt rather ridiculous to me. But it just proved something that I have long suspected- there is no way men could possibly handle pregnancy, or childbirth.
We got to take a tour of the hospital where I hope to deliver. Where, I discovered, they only allow the husband and one other person in the birthing room during delivery. So even if I wanted to have my mom, mother in law, sister and sister in law in the room (which I don't) I couldn't. I also discovered that this hospital believes that after the birth the mom, dad and baby need to be alone for an hour and they absolutely will not let anyone in during that hour no matter what. After the hour is up, then the baby is weighed and measured, momma and daddy and baby are brought upstairs to their own room and then, and only then, can they have visitors. I, of course, immediately asked who would be the one that would tell the family about that rule because giving birth or not I wasn't so sure anyone would be able to keep my family out of the room once Baby Girl arrives. And I sure as heck wasn't going to be the one to tell them they had to wait a full hour to see their newest granddaughter! Luckily, the nurses get to convey that happy news, and I will be too busy to deal with the reactions!
The best part of the class was most definitely when they wheeled in a little baby girl who had been born a mere seven hours before. She was the tiniest little peanut and looked just like heaven on earth. And suddenly, it was all so real.
Actually, the best part of the class might have been watching Russ' face when we got to watch the two birthing videos- one of a C-section, and one of a natural birth. Having seen a natural birth before (thanks to my sister and second niece) I knew what it looked like. Russ, however, had no idea, and the look on his face was, well, priceless. Even better when he turned to me and asked "Why is the baby covered with all that gunk?" I guess he thought the baby comes out all shiny new and clean.....eleven weeks to go and then he can see it all up close and personal. Hopefully he'll remember not to tap on my shoulders....
Friday, March 14, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Overheard
N: Mrs. S. I have a note to go to brownies but O just told me there isn't brownies today.
Me: Well, you better go down to the office to call your Mom and tell her that you are getting on the bus. N, hurry up though because we are leaving now and we can't hold the buses forever.
N:OK.
(I turn my back to assist the student that takes at least ten minutes to pack up EVERY day, assuming that N has left to make a call since we are about to walk out of the classroom door and board the buses.)
Three minutes later:
N: Mrs. S, should I go call now?
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Me: Boys and girls, I just got an email a few minutes ago and they changed the lunch menu today. Instead of Grilled Cheese it's Pizza. Raise your hands for Pizza.
N: Mrs. S, my Mom didn't know it was Pizza.
Me: Well, no one knew, like I said I just got the email a few minutes ago.
N: Oh, well........what should I do?
Me: Do you want pizza or do you want a bagel plate for lunch today?
N: I brought a lunch from home.
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Me: I'm going to collect your test booklets, N will collect rulers and you get to keep your pencils.
30 seconds later....
A: Mrs. S, can I collect the pencils?
Me: No, you are keeping them, remember? (Not only did I just say it, but we've talked about it practically the entire week of CMT's.)
1 minute later....
I: Wait, no one took my pencil.
Me: (in a very loud voice) You are KEEPING YOUR PENCILS!
1 minute later....
G: I only have one pencil, not two Mrs. S, I can't find the second one to give back to you. (This is because for the last seven days I've been saying, I give you two pencils, you give me back two pencils because I knew the pencils would mysteriously disappear and by day 3 of testing I wouldn't have any. The kid listened to that, but not to be screaming that they are keeping their pencils.)
Me: You are keeping your pencils.
Another 30 seconds later...
N: Mrs. S, why didn't anyone take my pencils?
Me: (teeth gritted and a horrible smile on my face) You are KEEPING them.
Me: Well, you better go down to the office to call your Mom and tell her that you are getting on the bus. N, hurry up though because we are leaving now and we can't hold the buses forever.
N:OK.
(I turn my back to assist the student that takes at least ten minutes to pack up EVERY day, assuming that N has left to make a call since we are about to walk out of the classroom door and board the buses.)
Three minutes later:
N: Mrs. S, should I go call now?
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Me: Boys and girls, I just got an email a few minutes ago and they changed the lunch menu today. Instead of Grilled Cheese it's Pizza. Raise your hands for Pizza.
N: Mrs. S, my Mom didn't know it was Pizza.
Me: Well, no one knew, like I said I just got the email a few minutes ago.
N: Oh, well........what should I do?
Me: Do you want pizza or do you want a bagel plate for lunch today?
N: I brought a lunch from home.
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Me: I'm going to collect your test booklets, N will collect rulers and you get to keep your pencils.
30 seconds later....
A: Mrs. S, can I collect the pencils?
Me: No, you are keeping them, remember? (Not only did I just say it, but we've talked about it practically the entire week of CMT's.)
1 minute later....
I: Wait, no one took my pencil.
Me: (in a very loud voice) You are KEEPING YOUR PENCILS!
1 minute later....
G: I only have one pencil, not two Mrs. S, I can't find the second one to give back to you. (This is because for the last seven days I've been saying, I give you two pencils, you give me back two pencils because I knew the pencils would mysteriously disappear and by day 3 of testing I wouldn't have any. The kid listened to that, but not to be screaming that they are keeping their pencils.)
Me: You are keeping your pencils.
Another 30 seconds later...
N: Mrs. S, why didn't anyone take my pencils?
Me: (teeth gritted and a horrible smile on my face) You are KEEPING them.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Bragging rights
Sisters have the right to brag I feel...
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Wednesday, March 05, 2008
I should have stayed in bed....
You know those mornings where you wake up and you very quickly realize that you should have stayed in bed? And then the morning progresses and it doesn't get any better??? That was my morning today.....
The alarm went off at 5:03 and I woke with a vague headache (no big surprise since it was raining and I always get a headache when it rains) and that feeling in my stomach that meant that I would, once again, be throwing up before the morning was out (also no big surprise since that seems to have started again for me--three days last week and now two this week). I roll out of bed and go about my morning, knowing that I have to leave earlier to trade cars with my Mom so mine can go in the shop because apparently, when a red light starts flashing, you are supposed to stop driving. Who knew?!?
Next I couldn't get dressed. You know what that's like--when first of all it feels like you don't have any clothes, secondly you are tired of all of your clothes that you do have and finally nothing is fitting right. Mornings like that suck when you aren't pregnant, but when you are pregnant....well, let's just say you resign yourself to the fact that chances are high that you just won't feel like you look good all day long. Four outfits and one quick run to the toilet to wait patiently for the throwing up that didn't happen and I'm ready to go.....
As I'm putting on my shoes- literally, one shoe on and one off- I make another dash for the bathroom where (not even kidding) I heave and throw up for six minutes. My headache is now worse and I am running later than I want to be.....
Moving on.....
Now that I'm late, I hit the road praying the red light doesn't go on in my car again before I get to my parent's house (it did- but I make it there safely anyway). I pull in the driveway and discover that there is a tree blocking the whole driveway.
Again, not kidding. At this point I seriously consider turning around, and light flashing or not, drive myself home and crawl back into my cozy bed.
Instead, I wake up my poor Dad, who comes outside to check out the situation (did I mention it's raining? Not hard, just a fine drizzle that lets up but still....). He decides he needs a chainsaw and goes to get one. It takes him a few tries to start it (I was convinced it wouldn't start, or it would run out of gas because that is just how the day is going) but he gets it going an 30 minutes later the tree is out of the way and I am on the way.
Five minutes into my drive on the Parkway the gas light in the car goes on.
There are no gas stations off the Parkway for about thirteen exits.
I decide to try and make it, recalling numerous stories from my mom about driving for three days with the gas light on. Perhaps I am tempting fate, perhaps I subconsciously don't want to make it to school at this point, but I go for it anyway.....and, I actually make it. Shocking, I know!
I get to school with ten minutes to spare, ready to take a nap....
The alarm went off at 5:03 and I woke with a vague headache (no big surprise since it was raining and I always get a headache when it rains) and that feeling in my stomach that meant that I would, once again, be throwing up before the morning was out (also no big surprise since that seems to have started again for me--three days last week and now two this week). I roll out of bed and go about my morning, knowing that I have to leave earlier to trade cars with my Mom so mine can go in the shop because apparently, when a red light starts flashing, you are supposed to stop driving. Who knew?!?
Next I couldn't get dressed. You know what that's like--when first of all it feels like you don't have any clothes, secondly you are tired of all of your clothes that you do have and finally nothing is fitting right. Mornings like that suck when you aren't pregnant, but when you are pregnant....well, let's just say you resign yourself to the fact that chances are high that you just won't feel like you look good all day long. Four outfits and one quick run to the toilet to wait patiently for the throwing up that didn't happen and I'm ready to go.....
As I'm putting on my shoes- literally, one shoe on and one off- I make another dash for the bathroom where (not even kidding) I heave and throw up for six minutes. My headache is now worse and I am running later than I want to be.....
Moving on.....
Now that I'm late, I hit the road praying the red light doesn't go on in my car again before I get to my parent's house (it did- but I make it there safely anyway). I pull in the driveway and discover that there is a tree blocking the whole driveway.
Again, not kidding. At this point I seriously consider turning around, and light flashing or not, drive myself home and crawl back into my cozy bed.
Instead, I wake up my poor Dad, who comes outside to check out the situation (did I mention it's raining? Not hard, just a fine drizzle that lets up but still....). He decides he needs a chainsaw and goes to get one. It takes him a few tries to start it (I was convinced it wouldn't start, or it would run out of gas because that is just how the day is going) but he gets it going an 30 minutes later the tree is out of the way and I am on the way.
Five minutes into my drive on the Parkway the gas light in the car goes on.
There are no gas stations off the Parkway for about thirteen exits.
I decide to try and make it, recalling numerous stories from my mom about driving for three days with the gas light on. Perhaps I am tempting fate, perhaps I subconsciously don't want to make it to school at this point, but I go for it anyway.....and, I actually make it. Shocking, I know!
I get to school with ten minutes to spare, ready to take a nap....
Friday, February 29, 2008
Saint Lucia- a photo montage
Saint Lucia was, in a word, PARADISE.
He pulled up every day and guests would wade out to him and order up some fresh fruit. I stood in that glorious water and drank the milk from a coconut that he had just cracked in front of me. Then I sat underneath our cabana and ate fresh mangoes.
We ate breakfast (fresh fruit every morning!!!) here:
We even checked out some local wildlife:
(That's a caterpiller. Unlike any I've ever seen!)
And I did, in fact, rock the bikini. 
It's a funny island- not funny ha-ha, but funny interesting. It's an island that is clearly on the verge of becoming a serious tourist trap, but is not quite there yet. Tourism only recently, within the last few years, became the major economy of the island. I imagine if we returned in a few years it will be far more developed than it was now....Anyway, I digress....
We spent the whole week doing absolutely nothing--besides sitting on a beach and reading. I forgot how great it felt to read...and read.....and read.....
these days the only reading I do is the writing of my third graders or dense articles and books for class. I made it through a few books-- Wicked (didn't love it as much as I had hoped, although I must admit I was cheering on the Wicked Witch of the West by the end of it, and I did like the perspective the author took), Belly Laughs (I have a whole post in mind about this book--it's by Jenny McCarthy and it is all about pregnancy. The whole TRUTH. If you are pregnant or have been, then you should read it.) Nineteen Minutes (A Jodi Picoult book, and true to her style, it was intense and emotional and surprising at the end. And so beautifully written I couldn't put it down. She's an amazing author I think.) And then there were two Nora Roberts books whose titles I truly can't remember but they were perfect beach reads--easy and trashy and fun.
these days the only reading I do is the writing of my third graders or dense articles and books for class. I made it through a few books-- Wicked (didn't love it as much as I had hoped, although I must admit I was cheering on the Wicked Witch of the West by the end of it, and I did like the perspective the author took), Belly Laughs (I have a whole post in mind about this book--it's by Jenny McCarthy and it is all about pregnancy. The whole TRUTH. If you are pregnant or have been, then you should read it.) Nineteen Minutes (A Jodi Picoult book, and true to her style, it was intense and emotional and surprising at the end. And so beautifully written I couldn't put it down. She's an amazing author I think.) And then there were two Nora Roberts books whose titles I truly can't remember but they were perfect beach reads--easy and trashy and fun. Our biggest adventure was wading into the water to buy fruit from The Fruit Man:
He pulled up every day and guests would wade out to him and order up some fresh fruit. I stood in that glorious water and drank the milk from a coconut that he had just cracked in front of me. Then I sat underneath our cabana and ate fresh mangoes. Russ drank this:
The local beer--which we discovered you could get for only $2.50 at some bars! He's determined to find a place here in chilly CT that will order it for him he liked it so much.
And I drank gallons of this:
We woke up and looked out our window and saw this every single morning:
We woke up and looked out our window and saw this every single morning:
Then we would walk outside to eat breakfast and see this:
We ate breakfast (fresh fruit every morning!!!) here:
We even checked out some local wildlife:
(That's a caterpiller. Unlike any I've ever seen!)Finally, we hung out on the beach and checked out the views:
And I did, in fact, rock the bikini. 
Friday, February 15, 2008
Where has the week gone?!?
I started a post Tuesday....and suddenly it is Friday and the post isn't finished and, clearly, isn't published. (It's a good post too, I'm hanging on to it for later.) Not that I'm complaining, mind you, I love it when the weeks go fast, but man, this one FLEW. Today is our last day before our winter vacation....which means that in two days I'll be on a beach in Saint Lucia. You can go right ahead and be a little jealous, I would be too honestly. But keep in mind that this is probably going to be our last vacation for some time. (That doesn't make it much better, does it!?!? I'd say I'm sorry, but really, I'm so excited for beaches, bikinis and books that I'm not at all sorry.) I've been told by several people now that floating in the water with my pregnant belly will be awesome, so I'm looking forward to that too....
A few other random thoughts--
Yesterday, the PE teacher and the music teacher were debating whether I had a basketball or a volleyball for a belly. They agreed volleyball. Russ told me he disagreed and he thought beach ball. Thank goodness I love the man so much because he clearly still hasn't learned that he shouldn't say things like that to his pregnant wife.
Yesterday I got a collection of Valentine's from my students....most of which went right into the trash. (Despite what everyone tries to tell you, the baby does NOT need junk food!!! And I am NOT eating for two!!!) I must admit though, that it is rather fun to be working with third graders around holidays. They get SO excited about the littlest things, and they all left yesterday exclaiming over their bags of candy.
This morning I realized, for the first time, that I couldn't see my feet. I'm not really sure when that happened but it's a little surreal to look down and not see your legs or your feet or your toes.... I mean, I know they are all there obviously but I can't see them.
Yesterday we had a scientist visit our class and do some super fun chemical reaction experiments. (Because, yes, in third grade, we learn about physical and chemical reactions and the three states of matter. I feel like I didn't learn those things until at least middle school.) One of the experiments they did was to create this green gooey stuff. Guess how many of them had it all over their hands and clothes? I deserved a Nobel Peace Prize for the amount of patience I displayed yesterday. Even more so after every single one of my parents attending my Valentine's Day party told me that I looked exhausted and then proceeded to stand around and chat while I ran the whole party.....
I am 24 weeks today-which puts me squarely in my sixth month and also a few weeks away from the end of my second trimester. Again, where did the time go?!?
Somehow I got sucked into being videotaped using a Smart Board. I did three different lessons using it--two for Reading workshop and one for math. I initially thought this was just going to be shared with our Central Office staff, most of whom know me, if not by name, then by face, and (I think) respect me as a professional. Then, after I was bullied into it....errr, agreed, I learned that no, this wasn't for Central Office staff, but for the Board of Education. And the Board of Finance. And the Board of Selectman. Once I found that out, I was totally thrown and can honestly say that I have no idea what I said while being videotaped. Hopefully I sounded reasonable intelligent.
OK, that's it for now.....hopefully I'll finish that other post soon, although it may have to wait until AFTER Saint Lucia......(Sorry, I had to throw it out there one more time!)
A few other random thoughts--
Yesterday, the PE teacher and the music teacher were debating whether I had a basketball or a volleyball for a belly. They agreed volleyball. Russ told me he disagreed and he thought beach ball. Thank goodness I love the man so much because he clearly still hasn't learned that he shouldn't say things like that to his pregnant wife.
Yesterday I got a collection of Valentine's from my students....most of which went right into the trash. (Despite what everyone tries to tell you, the baby does NOT need junk food!!! And I am NOT eating for two!!!) I must admit though, that it is rather fun to be working with third graders around holidays. They get SO excited about the littlest things, and they all left yesterday exclaiming over their bags of candy.
This morning I realized, for the first time, that I couldn't see my feet. I'm not really sure when that happened but it's a little surreal to look down and not see your legs or your feet or your toes.... I mean, I know they are all there obviously but I can't see them.
Yesterday we had a scientist visit our class and do some super fun chemical reaction experiments. (Because, yes, in third grade, we learn about physical and chemical reactions and the three states of matter. I feel like I didn't learn those things until at least middle school.) One of the experiments they did was to create this green gooey stuff. Guess how many of them had it all over their hands and clothes? I deserved a Nobel Peace Prize for the amount of patience I displayed yesterday. Even more so after every single one of my parents attending my Valentine's Day party told me that I looked exhausted and then proceeded to stand around and chat while I ran the whole party.....
I am 24 weeks today-which puts me squarely in my sixth month and also a few weeks away from the end of my second trimester. Again, where did the time go?!?
Somehow I got sucked into being videotaped using a Smart Board. I did three different lessons using it--two for Reading workshop and one for math. I initially thought this was just going to be shared with our Central Office staff, most of whom know me, if not by name, then by face, and (I think) respect me as a professional. Then, after I was bullied into it....errr, agreed, I learned that no, this wasn't for Central Office staff, but for the Board of Education. And the Board of Finance. And the Board of Selectman. Once I found that out, I was totally thrown and can honestly say that I have no idea what I said while being videotaped. Hopefully I sounded reasonable intelligent.
OK, that's it for now.....hopefully I'll finish that other post soon, although it may have to wait until AFTER Saint Lucia......(Sorry, I had to throw it out there one more time!)
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Thursday Thirteen
Thirteen snippets...1) Last weekend (awhile ago, I know) was a crazy busy weekend, but a very good one. I spent time with family and began the process of registering for my baby showers. We decided that registering for a baby is way more overwhelming than registering for a bridal shower. So many choices! And they all seem so important! And some are so foreign! Thank God I have an older sister who gave me good advice on brands and on what I don't really need. If I followed the Babies R' Us guide, I would be registering for five pages worth of baby products!
2) I've spent the last two and a half weeks frantically writing and revising new curriculum for third grade teachers for reading workshop. The reason it was frantic, and only two and a half weeks, is because that's when my team found out we were to present the new curriculum to the third grade teachers on a professional development day on February 5th. The process of writing this year long curriculum has been frustrating, to say the least. The work itself is not frustrating, but the overall process and leadership has been frustrating. We've been saying, as a team, the same things from the beginning of our work together a year and a half ago now but no one seems to be listening- or hearing. Tuesday's presentation was the ultimate in frustration with our district coordinator literally making changes to the unit as people were walking in for the presentation.....However, standing before the third grade teachers, I was proud of the work we've done.
3) To continue in that vein--it's all about perspective really. As frustrating as this process of writing curriculum has been, one of my teammates put it all in perspective when she said "Just think, the work we did will impact thousands of students." I hadn't thought of it like that and suddenly, the long hours and the fact that I'm behind in my regular school work was all worth it. We did good.
4) I'm ready for a snow day, even though vacation is a mere week away.
5) Did I mention that we finally booked our February vacation? That's right, in just nine days I will be here: 
Saint Lucia.
Saint Lucia.6) We spent more money than we should have, but justified it by saying that it's our last vacation for awhile. That and the fact that frankly, we've both earned it.
7) I already know a lot about my daughter. I know, for example, that she likes Twizzlers and banana ice cream, especially in milk shake form. (This sounds like I've eaten a lot of those, but I truly haven't. I've only had banana ice cream maybe 5 times and Twizzlers twice. And I'm six months pregnant. Not so bad.) But every time I eat those things she wiggles and bops around. She also likes music, Old 97's seem to be her favorite band so far. Oh, and she loves it when her Daddy reads to her, which he did the other day. (Good Night Moon, a classic) She doesn't like sushi, or at least not since the last time I tried it and threw it all up. (Which is such a bummer for me.) She wakes up in the middle of the night and moves around, unless she's been particularly active during the day, in which case she'll sleep through the night. (Mental note, keep her active during the day so she'll sleep through the night.)
8) I need to buy some shorts for our vacation. And maybe a maternity bathing suit, depending on how horrible I look in my old bikinis. The thought of walking around half naked in my current state is a bit daunting so I may have to splurge and buy the maternity bathing suits. Where in the world do you buy shorts? Maternity shorts, at that? In February?!
9) Two weekends ago, Russ hung up these curtains. They were our first baby purchase. We discussed the fact that we probably should have started with something a bit smaller (and less expensive) like, say, an outfit, but it was still fun. Every time I walk in the room now I get a little thrill of excitement. Imagine how excited I'll be when there is a crib, and rocker and changing table and...
10) I have a few students that are adorably excited about my daughter. One little boy, who I swear barely comes up to my knees (OK, not really, but the little guy is tiny) literally dives for the ground any time I drop something. He also actually tried to help me up the other day by supporting my back. And then I have one little girl who I will find, every now and again, right in front of me, wanting to rub my belly. It is very sweet and very endearing.
11) I threw up this morning. Blech. That's calmed down considerably but still resurfaces every now and again. And it's still not fun.
12) I spent Monday shadowing an administrator at the high school I graduated from. Wild. I actually got to sit in on an observation of a teacher I once had, whose son had a major crush on me which led to a conversation with a teacher that ended up making me want to teach. Even more wild. The experience was such a great one....he struck me right away as the kind of principal I want to be. If I ever get there.
13) My next graduate school class has started. I know that I am crazy, but I am one of those weird people that loves being in school. I love learning and thinking and having my ideas challenged.....I even love the professor who talks too much (kinda like the one I have now) because inevitably, they'll say something super interesting that will make me nod my head or scribble furiously in my notebook. I don't love the homework, but it's a small price to pay (well, that and the bill I got) for an education.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Reason #127
Reason #127 why I love blogging so much-well, just read the comments you all left yesterday. OK, OK, there were only four, but those four comments made my day and kept me smiling. Thank you thank you thank you!
(127 was an arbitrary number, but it sounded good and I bet if I really worked on it I'd be able to come up with 126 reasons why I do love blogging, as inconsistent as I am! Oh, and NPW, I DID want to punch her out. Seriously.)
Yesterday was apparently a good comment day all around---so I share a few more with you that I got in person that also made me feel good....and so that you don't think that everything people say is negative!
"Could you please gain some weight in your ass so the rest of us feel better?"
(I totally loved that one because I'm a little happy with the fact that-so far-I've gained very little weight in that area. And that was a woman, not a man saying that. Does that make it creepy? Somehow, it didn't feel that way.)
"You are the CUTEST pregnant woman! My daughter told me that your husband is SO excited!"
(Her daughter had my husband as a teacher last year. And he is excited, in a very endearing, loving way.)
And this, from the mother of a student I haven't seen in awhile:
"You look so good! You're six months along? Then you look REALLY good!"
I think part of my happiness also definitely came from the fact that my daughter was kicking and moving all day long yesterday. She is one strong little lady let me tell you. She already kicks so hard that my stomach literally moves on the outside. And, for the record, I have no idea why people say it's like an alien inside of you. I mean, it IS a little weird that there is a little person inside of you, but whenever she moves it makes me happy. That's my daughter! I also got some paperwork on being selected to be trained as a BEST portfolio scorer over the summer (if you are a teacher in CT, or know a teacher in CT then you know what the BEST portfolio is. If you aren't, then trust me, you are lucky.) I threw it right away. Didn't even consider it. My god that felt GOOD!
(Wait, I'm having a weird sense of deja vu....did I already write that whole alien thing on another post? Oh well, if I did then chalk it up to pregnancy brain.)
Smiles all around!
(127 was an arbitrary number, but it sounded good and I bet if I really worked on it I'd be able to come up with 126 reasons why I do love blogging, as inconsistent as I am! Oh, and NPW, I DID want to punch her out. Seriously.)
Yesterday was apparently a good comment day all around---so I share a few more with you that I got in person that also made me feel good....and so that you don't think that everything people say is negative!
"Could you please gain some weight in your ass so the rest of us feel better?"
(I totally loved that one because I'm a little happy with the fact that-so far-I've gained very little weight in that area. And that was a woman, not a man saying that. Does that make it creepy? Somehow, it didn't feel that way.)
"You are the CUTEST pregnant woman! My daughter told me that your husband is SO excited!"
(Her daughter had my husband as a teacher last year. And he is excited, in a very endearing, loving way.)
And this, from the mother of a student I haven't seen in awhile:
"You look so good! You're six months along? Then you look REALLY good!"
I think part of my happiness also definitely came from the fact that my daughter was kicking and moving all day long yesterday. She is one strong little lady let me tell you. She already kicks so hard that my stomach literally moves on the outside. And, for the record, I have no idea why people say it's like an alien inside of you. I mean, it IS a little weird that there is a little person inside of you, but whenever she moves it makes me happy. That's my daughter! I also got some paperwork on being selected to be trained as a BEST portfolio scorer over the summer (if you are a teacher in CT, or know a teacher in CT then you know what the BEST portfolio is. If you aren't, then trust me, you are lucky.) I threw it right away. Didn't even consider it. My god that felt GOOD!
(Wait, I'm having a weird sense of deja vu....did I already write that whole alien thing on another post? Oh well, if I did then chalk it up to pregnancy brain.)
Smiles all around!
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Comments
I decided I seriously need to share some of the things that people say to a pregnant woman. Because you need to hear them. And then tell me how I'm supposed to respond....so here you go, a random sampling....(And, no, I didn't make ANY of these up!)
"I knew you were having a girl because your face structure has changed and girls suck the beauty right out of you!"
"My God you got big!"
"Every time I see you, you get a bit bigger....it looks like you ate a watermelon over the weekend!"
"So...how much weight have you gained?"
"Are your ankles swollen yet?" (This said while peering down in the general direction of my feet, which, yes, I can still see and no, they are not swollen--yet!)
I could keep going, but are you getting the picture? I don't know that people think before they speak. Or perhaps that they don't realize that what they are saying is downright rude and just a little hurtful. I have to say though, I am learning a lot about what NOT to say to a pregnant lady. Stick with telling me I'm beautiful (because that is what every pregnant woman needs to hear frankly), and asking me about the miracle that is my daughter.
"I knew you were having a girl because your face structure has changed and girls suck the beauty right out of you!"
"My God you got big!"
"Every time I see you, you get a bit bigger....it looks like you ate a watermelon over the weekend!"
"So...how much weight have you gained?"
"Are your ankles swollen yet?" (This said while peering down in the general direction of my feet, which, yes, I can still see and no, they are not swollen--yet!)
I could keep going, but are you getting the picture? I don't know that people think before they speak. Or perhaps that they don't realize that what they are saying is downright rude and just a little hurtful. I have to say though, I am learning a lot about what NOT to say to a pregnant lady. Stick with telling me I'm beautiful (because that is what every pregnant woman needs to hear frankly), and asking me about the miracle that is my daughter.
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