Dang, Caleb is going to be SMART when he comes out of the womb...he had his first day of school today. He's also going to know my voice really well cuz he listened to me talk all day today! Dave said he'll just be that much more irritated by my voice and will want to hear Dave's soothing voice instead of mine. Probably.
The more I think about it, the more I hope for a little Dave. Caleb's going to be born near Dave's birthday and from what his mom tells me, Dave was a kicker in the womb too. Caleb kicks choke and kicks HARD. I'm surprised...didn't expect to feel so much so soon. It's cool and weird and I keep making Dave feel my stomach but after a while I guess one kick feels like another because after a while he gets bored of waiting to feel it.
Going through a whole day (thank goodness it was a short day!) was okay. The worst thing was that I got super breathless while talking. Other than that, it was fine. We'll see how it goes tomorrow.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
We're having a....
BABY!!! Heehee. Yea right. Anyways, most of you know already. We're having a BOY. Just before we went in to the doctor I asked Dave, "What do you think?" He said, very sure of himself, "Boy." I agreed. So we went in, got the cold stuff on the belly, and less than a minute into it, doctor asks if we want to know. "YES!!!" So he points out the ding ding, draws the arrow, and types "BOY."
Now I just might be mento, but none of anything that was on the screen or on the little picture thing looks anything like a baby to me. Dave kept trying to point out the FACE. What FACE? I can't even begin to imagine a face where he says it is. Ding Ding? How can you tell? Dave explains the butt cheeks and where the ding ding is situated...dude, whatever. If not for that arrow, I wouldn't know where to even begin looking. Dave saw the baby yawn several times, move around, wave his arm in front of his face...I saw blurry black and white stuff. Once in a while I thought I caught a head, but turns out it could have been the body I was seeing. Whatever...there's a boy baby in there and I can feel him moving crazily when I lie down. We have a runner or we have a hyperactive boy in there.
As of now....Caleb Kush Colmenares is what we're calling him. We'll see if we're hit by any other inspiration in the next 20 weeks.
Now I just might be mento, but none of anything that was on the screen or on the little picture thing looks anything like a baby to me. Dave kept trying to point out the FACE. What FACE? I can't even begin to imagine a face where he says it is. Ding Ding? How can you tell? Dave explains the butt cheeks and where the ding ding is situated...dude, whatever. If not for that arrow, I wouldn't know where to even begin looking. Dave saw the baby yawn several times, move around, wave his arm in front of his face...I saw blurry black and white stuff. Once in a while I thought I caught a head, but turns out it could have been the body I was seeing. Whatever...there's a boy baby in there and I can feel him moving crazily when I lie down. We have a runner or we have a hyperactive boy in there.
As of now....Caleb Kush Colmenares is what we're calling him. We'll see if we're hit by any other inspiration in the next 20 weeks.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Week 21
Week 21...wow. Keep in mind that I take these pics in the morning...by the end of the day, my stomach looks and feels a LOT rounder!!!
Some things I've noticed...baby moves around a lot...well, I don't have anything to compare it to, but it seems like a lot to me. It mostly occurs when I'm lying on my back and at night, though I swear I've been feeling it while sitting around too. Most of the time it's on the bottom left side, but once in a while it's bottom right. I assume left side is legs, right is arms, but I suppose baby could be tumbling around so it could be anything.
I am BREATHLESS. I can't catch my breath at times...and it's really bad when I'm lying down and about to bus' laugh, but then I start freaking out because it's like I'm choking and I can't breathe. Seriously, I almost cry when that happens. I told Dave I really wouldn't wanna die by suffocation cuz that's the worst feeling ever. His response, "I don't think anyone wants to die by suffocation." Smart a**. Walking up to my class from the car, I feel like I've been running miles. Walking to A-Building....my heart pounds and it takes a while to catch my breath again. Crazy. The book says it's something about hormones now and it'll be my big belly squashing my lungs later. Grrreat.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
boy or girl?
Yesterday Dave and I were anxiously awaiting our doctor's appointment since it was the one where we would get another ultrasound and hopefully find out the sex of our baby. After lunch, though, I got a call from the nurse saying that we needed to reschedule because the doctor was at a delivery. I swear, in all the time I've been going to this doctor, none of my appointments have had to be rescheduled due to a delivery. God must have figured we could wait a few more days. Now we'll (hopefully) find everything out on Tuesday. Oteila gave me a good comeback for those who ask us why we wouldn't rather be surprised...she said she told people, "I will be surprised. I'll be very surprised when the doctor tells me if it's a boy or a girl." Heehee. I'm not a big delayed-gratification kind of person.
Dave and I both agreed that we would be more surprised if we found out we're having a girl. Not because we don't want a girl (in fact, Dave prefers one), but because we already decided early on what the name for a girl would be and have been so consumed now with finding a name that we like for a boy. We started off being liking "Jacob" but realize now that it's kind of too close to "Jake," which is my brother and his son's name. Next we moved on to "Josh" and "Jonah" but now we're not sure about those either. Recently we've been thinking about "Caleb" and "Damien" but we're not completely sold yet. I like the idea of having a name to call baby for the next twenty weeks, but we'll see if we can come up with one. Maybe it will be easy and we've been braining for nothing cuz it's really Leah in there.
For the past couple days now I've really been feeling our baby moving around...especially at night when I lie down to go to bed and when I wake up in the middle of the night. Dave had a hard time feeling it at first, but last night he really felt it. I also noticed that if the move is big enough, I can see my belly move a little too. It's a trip.
I've kind of wondered when I'd start to feel excited or accept the reality of being pregnant...even though this is the one thing I've wanted MOST in my life, it hasn't really sunk in until very recently. Knock on wood, but because it's been so easy so far, I just haven't felt as different as I thought I would. Now that my tummy is round, hard, and moving, reality has set in and I'm starting to get anxious for baby to be here.
Dave and I both agreed that we would be more surprised if we found out we're having a girl. Not because we don't want a girl (in fact, Dave prefers one), but because we already decided early on what the name for a girl would be and have been so consumed now with finding a name that we like for a boy. We started off being liking "Jacob" but realize now that it's kind of too close to "Jake," which is my brother and his son's name. Next we moved on to "Josh" and "Jonah" but now we're not sure about those either. Recently we've been thinking about "Caleb" and "Damien" but we're not completely sold yet. I like the idea of having a name to call baby for the next twenty weeks, but we'll see if we can come up with one. Maybe it will be easy and we've been braining for nothing cuz it's really Leah in there.
For the past couple days now I've really been feeling our baby moving around...especially at night when I lie down to go to bed and when I wake up in the middle of the night. Dave had a hard time feeling it at first, but last night he really felt it. I also noticed that if the move is big enough, I can see my belly move a little too. It's a trip.
I've kind of wondered when I'd start to feel excited or accept the reality of being pregnant...even though this is the one thing I've wanted MOST in my life, it hasn't really sunk in until very recently. Knock on wood, but because it's been so easy so far, I just haven't felt as different as I thought I would. Now that my tummy is round, hard, and moving, reality has set in and I'm starting to get anxious for baby to be here.
Friday, July 25, 2008
first day back
Funniest comment today.... "Oh Amy, you getting fat, yea? You hapai?" Then later, "Oh, I guess you no more abs anymore, ah?" How do you respond to these comments? Funny.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
last day of summer!
This being the LAST day of our summer, I didn't want to lie around all day doing nothing...and happily, we didn't!
First my morning started off with a healthy conversation about grading and plans for this year...it's not all figured out yet, but at least it's a start!
Then we did some laundry, Dave made lunch (woohoo!!!), and we headed off to Waikele. After hunting around some and getting grouchy after visiting several stores and not finding anything, we finally found a skirt and jeans on sale at Old Navy. We headed off to Ross, and there we found three work shirts for Dave and three work dresses for me, which is really what I was looking for because I figure those will last me for the rest of the pregnancy (I hope). For $100, I'd say we did good with out shopping today!!!
Tonight I hope to relax, eat some leftovers for dinner, pop some popcorn and watch a movie or SVU reruns.
Tomorrow we're back to reality...yuck. I'm just hoping that my meetings tomorrow are productive and positive...and that I remember to control my irritability.
Pregnancy note...I feel like bubbling feelings in the bottom of my belly...I'm not sure what it is, but I figure my stomach isn't down there anymore so maybe it's baby!!! Everytime I tell Dave to put his hand there, though, it doesn't happen, so maybe I'm just trippin.
First my morning started off with a healthy conversation about grading and plans for this year...it's not all figured out yet, but at least it's a start!
Then we did some laundry, Dave made lunch (woohoo!!!), and we headed off to Waikele. After hunting around some and getting grouchy after visiting several stores and not finding anything, we finally found a skirt and jeans on sale at Old Navy. We headed off to Ross, and there we found three work shirts for Dave and three work dresses for me, which is really what I was looking for because I figure those will last me for the rest of the pregnancy (I hope). For $100, I'd say we did good with out shopping today!!!
Tonight I hope to relax, eat some leftovers for dinner, pop some popcorn and watch a movie or SVU reruns.
Tomorrow we're back to reality...yuck. I'm just hoping that my meetings tomorrow are productive and positive...and that I remember to control my irritability.
Pregnancy note...I feel like bubbling feelings in the bottom of my belly...I'm not sure what it is, but I figure my stomach isn't down there anymore so maybe it's baby!!! Everytime I tell Dave to put his hand there, though, it doesn't happen, so maybe I'm just trippin.
i'm pleading pregnancy
Today was a BAD day. We woke up, had cereal for breakfast, then started with chores. I cleaned the bath tub and took the stuff out from under the sink since we were having mandatory plumber visit today. Dave's job was to strip our bed and wash it, which he did...after asking me a million times (maybe 3) if that was all he needed to put in the wash, then figuring out that since it was going to be a small load, he could add in more clothes (he grabbed his clothes ONLY). The plumbers came earlier than expected, so we decided to take two bookcases to his parent's house so it wouldn't be sitting in our entrance anymore. Here's where the BAD started...
I volunteer to drive so that Dave can monitor the bookcases in the backseat since I know he gets super paranoid that they're going to fall over and crack the back window. But then I get in the passenger seat because he seems to have it figured out. He decides he's going to pull over, which I assume means he's going to let me drive, but he tells me to stay in the passenger seat, he gets out, rearranges some things, and then proceeds to drive again. I'm irraz at this point because I don't see why he doesn't just let me drive...we go all the way up Kaonohi, only to realize there's a detour which basically takes us all the way down the hill again. Anyways, I make a comment about his driving, he gets pissed, we deliver the bookcases, and as we come back down the hill I try to explain what I was pissed about, and we argue about our miscommunication.
Then we go to school. He is obsessed with going to his classroom to get a copy of his syllabus even though I'm sure it's saved on the computer...and even though I know that it's not going to get worked on before Friday anyways. We arrange my classroom, and since I'm still pissy, my request for his help with different things doesn't come out too nicely...but he obliges and we get it done.
We go to Times, where I proceed to drop the broccoli and potato on the ground...which is only a signal of more dropping and breaking that is to come today.
We come home and I proceed to make lunch (ramen) for us. I cut up the broccoli, put it aside, then cut up the spam. In the meantime, the dishes in the sink from last night and this morning are driving me nutts so I decide to wash them, all the while wondering why Dave doesn't just wash it when he puts it in there. I move the cutting board and spam to balance precariously on the sink, knowing even as I do it that this is a bad idea and envisioning it falling over...which it does. I yell, Dave comes over and keeps asking me what happened, and I think, duh, can't you see the freakin spam in the sink? He tries to hug me, which I push away.
As I'm slamming the dishes while washing them, I manage to fully break a glass, which pisses me off even more.
I finish making our lunch, we sit down, silently, to eat, and then I realize I can't even eat cuz I'm so irraz. So I stand up and ask Dave for a hug, which luckily he agrees to give me cuz if not I might have flipped the damn ramen on his lap. We eat, but I can't even finish my ramen, which disgusts me some more.
Finally I lay down, Dave puts on "Strange Wilderness" (totally HIS pick on Netflix) and I proceed to fall asleep, while Dave gets irraz at me cuz I never want to watch his movies (who the hell wants to watch "Strange Wilderness???). I get a good hour's nap in, Dave finishes his movie and starts to play baseball, and all is well...
Until it's 5:30 and I decide that instead of grabbing something to eat before our class, I should just make the shrimp curry that I intended to make and we can take that with us to class. Midway through (about 5:50) Dave tells me that we have to go because class starts at 6. I'm pissed because I think class starts at 6:30, but he insists so we argue about why he didn't say something earlier if class (which is at Queen's) starts at 6. He looks through paperwork and finds that I am right...I finish cooking, pack up our dinner, and we leave.
Which brings us to now. We get home from class, I tell Dave that I wish he wouldn't park so close to the ghetto van, and he proceeds to make excuses. I yell, we argue, and I proceed to slam around in the kitchen, cleaning up the dinner dishes and wondering why Dave's first move once we get in the house is to turn on the tv and sit down. He knows I'm pissy and tells me that if I want help, open my mouth and ask for it instead of throwing a tantrum...
I plead pregnancy...
I volunteer to drive so that Dave can monitor the bookcases in the backseat since I know he gets super paranoid that they're going to fall over and crack the back window. But then I get in the passenger seat because he seems to have it figured out. He decides he's going to pull over, which I assume means he's going to let me drive, but he tells me to stay in the passenger seat, he gets out, rearranges some things, and then proceeds to drive again. I'm irraz at this point because I don't see why he doesn't just let me drive...we go all the way up Kaonohi, only to realize there's a detour which basically takes us all the way down the hill again. Anyways, I make a comment about his driving, he gets pissed, we deliver the bookcases, and as we come back down the hill I try to explain what I was pissed about, and we argue about our miscommunication.
Then we go to school. He is obsessed with going to his classroom to get a copy of his syllabus even though I'm sure it's saved on the computer...and even though I know that it's not going to get worked on before Friday anyways. We arrange my classroom, and since I'm still pissy, my request for his help with different things doesn't come out too nicely...but he obliges and we get it done.
We go to Times, where I proceed to drop the broccoli and potato on the ground...which is only a signal of more dropping and breaking that is to come today.
We come home and I proceed to make lunch (ramen) for us. I cut up the broccoli, put it aside, then cut up the spam. In the meantime, the dishes in the sink from last night and this morning are driving me nutts so I decide to wash them, all the while wondering why Dave doesn't just wash it when he puts it in there. I move the cutting board and spam to balance precariously on the sink, knowing even as I do it that this is a bad idea and envisioning it falling over...which it does. I yell, Dave comes over and keeps asking me what happened, and I think, duh, can't you see the freakin spam in the sink? He tries to hug me, which I push away.
As I'm slamming the dishes while washing them, I manage to fully break a glass, which pisses me off even more.
I finish making our lunch, we sit down, silently, to eat, and then I realize I can't even eat cuz I'm so irraz. So I stand up and ask Dave for a hug, which luckily he agrees to give me cuz if not I might have flipped the damn ramen on his lap. We eat, but I can't even finish my ramen, which disgusts me some more.
Finally I lay down, Dave puts on "Strange Wilderness" (totally HIS pick on Netflix) and I proceed to fall asleep, while Dave gets irraz at me cuz I never want to watch his movies (who the hell wants to watch "Strange Wilderness???). I get a good hour's nap in, Dave finishes his movie and starts to play baseball, and all is well...
Until it's 5:30 and I decide that instead of grabbing something to eat before our class, I should just make the shrimp curry that I intended to make and we can take that with us to class. Midway through (about 5:50) Dave tells me that we have to go because class starts at 6. I'm pissed because I think class starts at 6:30, but he insists so we argue about why he didn't say something earlier if class (which is at Queen's) starts at 6. He looks through paperwork and finds that I am right...I finish cooking, pack up our dinner, and we leave.
Which brings us to now. We get home from class, I tell Dave that I wish he wouldn't park so close to the ghetto van, and he proceeds to make excuses. I yell, we argue, and I proceed to slam around in the kitchen, cleaning up the dinner dishes and wondering why Dave's first move once we get in the house is to turn on the tv and sit down. He knows I'm pissy and tells me that if I want help, open my mouth and ask for it instead of throwing a tantrum...
I plead pregnancy...
Monday, July 21, 2008
married life...
Today Dave and I have been married for a year...and because I didn't want to spend too much money going out to dinner, we decided to just cook at home. We found filet mignon and huge prawns at Costco for under $30...and we ate more and better than we would have had we gone out and spent a good $100! Dave just went to get me lychee sorbet and halohalo for himself, then we'll bocha and possibly watch a movie...to bad our Netflix didn't come in on time so now we gotta watch something old. Our night may seem anticlimactic, but then again, on our wedding night we went to watch the newest Harry Potter movie, so it's not like we started it out celebrating hard anyways. Just spending time together is good enough.
Dave realized today that by his next birthday, he'll be a daddy. Our baby's birthday is probably going to be pretty close to his, so it looks like not only will he be upstaged by Christmas like he has all his life, but now he'll also be upstaged by our baby's birthday. Poor thing.
It's kind of a trip that we're halfway to the end of our pregnancy journey. The first half has been relatively easy for me...I'm wondering if that means I'm in for a rough second half, especially with school starting up again.
Anyways, my sorbet is pau getting hard by now I think, so I'm going to go put some more food in my belly, which I'm pretty sure is only going to make me feel gassy and bloated in the end. Oh well...it'll at least taste ono!
Dave realized today that by his next birthday, he'll be a daddy. Our baby's birthday is probably going to be pretty close to his, so it looks like not only will he be upstaged by Christmas like he has all his life, but now he'll also be upstaged by our baby's birthday. Poor thing.
It's kind of a trip that we're halfway to the end of our pregnancy journey. The first half has been relatively easy for me...I'm wondering if that means I'm in for a rough second half, especially with school starting up again.
Anyways, my sorbet is pau getting hard by now I think, so I'm going to go put some more food in my belly, which I'm pretty sure is only going to make me feel gassy and bloated in the end. Oh well...it'll at least taste ono!
lessons for later
I'm trying to remind myself that everything that happens has a lesson attached to it. The lesson that I'm learning right now is that if I have a son, or even a daughter for that matter, I need to remember to not fall into the trap of believing that their poop doesn't stink, that they can do nothing wrong, that their battles are mine to fight. I need to remember not to enable my son (especially sons it seems) to fall into the typical local boy lazy butt momma's boy, cooking and cleaning for him, washing his clothes until he's 40 years old trap. I need to remember that when my son (or daughter) has a family of their own, I do not interfere. I do not try to make up for past wrongs by making my son/daughter a loser with babying them. Dude, I can go on and on, but yea, that's basically what I want to remember.
It's just an irritation that I have with parents in general, and when I see it in my own immediate family, it pisses me off even more. Funny how even when I was a kid, or maybe it's cuz my mom is old school, if the teacher called or if I went to the office, it was MY fault automatically, even before the whole story was told. Now days, if a teacher calls a parent, the parent has a million and one excuses for what their child did, or it's just straight up the teacher's fault.
I'm so irritated by hypocrisy, which probably only means that I'm the biggest hypocrite ever. It's just easier to see it in others than in yourself. Grr.
It's just an irritation that I have with parents in general, and when I see it in my own immediate family, it pisses me off even more. Funny how even when I was a kid, or maybe it's cuz my mom is old school, if the teacher called or if I went to the office, it was MY fault automatically, even before the whole story was told. Now days, if a teacher calls a parent, the parent has a million and one excuses for what their child did, or it's just straight up the teacher's fault.
I'm so irritated by hypocrisy, which probably only means that I'm the biggest hypocrite ever. It's just easier to see it in others than in yourself. Grr.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
fun in the sun...NOT!
Today was an outdoor day for us...we started off with soccer, which was actually the best part of the whole day...even if Dave and I did go to the wrong park at the wrong time to start it all off! I can't wait 'til we have kids old enough to play sports...Dave's going to be the coach, and I'm going to be the sidelines yelling mother who embarrasses her husband and kids, then needs tranquilizers to chill out. As long as it's not baseball, I'll be happy!!! After soccer we headed to town to pick up Shayne, then headed to Keehi Lagoon (which I didn't even realize had a baseball park). It was hotter than heck, the bleachers were dilapidated, it was dusty, there was no comfortable place to sit in the shade, and the bathrooms have no doors...which is so weird to me. Anyways, needless to say, it wasn't my idea of a good time. And Brent, who was playing , is already out of high school, so continuing to play in this kine league just seems kind of inability to let go of high-school, never make it to college-ish. The first game, which started at 11, didn't freakin' end until 2:15...finally at 4:30ish, about midway through the second game, my nephew was sitting out already so I didn't feel bad to say, that's enough, let's get the heck out of here.
After three nephews playing baseball, I'm over it. My kids are playing soccer, basketball, or something like that, if I have any say in it! I don't know how my sister coped with three boys in different leagues...all the practices and games would drive me mento I think. Right now I'm about to go bocha cuz I have yucky sunscreen and field dirt making a layer over my skin. Then I'm going to relax in A.C., go to the carnival and eat something ono, then sleep really good tonight!!!
After three nephews playing baseball, I'm over it. My kids are playing soccer, basketball, or something like that, if I have any say in it! I don't know how my sister coped with three boys in different leagues...all the practices and games would drive me mento I think. Right now I'm about to go bocha cuz I have yucky sunscreen and field dirt making a layer over my skin. Then I'm going to relax in A.C., go to the carnival and eat something ono, then sleep really good tonight!!!
Friday, July 18, 2008
getting ready for school
I'm so freakin tired. The idea of going back to school and being back in the madness is scary. Yesterday Dave and I went in and helped Leish in her room, then had lunch, went back, and Leish and Mark came to help us in Dave's room. I was pissed because the stupid light fixture in my room, which must have been fixed four times already, is once again hanging, which looks super dangerous...gotta be city and county for not be able to fix it or figure it out. Plus too, my class is being used for fees payment day, which means I can't go in and set anything up anyways since it has to be arranged a certain way for that. Today we went in again so I could clean out some papers...I swear, we must have recycled about 3-4 bins of paper...at least it's easy now that we finally have recycle bins at our school. I was happily surprised that I didn't have to organize my library cuz I did it before we left at the end of the year...which I didn't remember until I saw it again. The only other eyesore in my classroom is the pile of crap on the round table that was supposed to be cleaned up by the other teacher in my room, but obviously didn't happen. I don't mind my own mess in my room, but I hate someone else's mess in my room...that's a whole other blog, though.
I really wonder what it's going to be like teaching while pregnant. There are a couple things I'm a little weary about...first of all, the heat in my oven-like classroom. It's usually 5-10 degrees hotter inside my classroom, regardless of if there are five fans blowing. Being fat and hot is not going to do anything for my attitude. Another thing is the mosquitoes...I read in my book that mosquitoes especially love to bite pregnant peeps and my room is a mosquito breeding ground. I'm also worried about having to eat all the time...it's been fine during summer to snack whenever I need to, but I'm going to have to find easy to eat, nutritious snacks that will keep in my classroom (and not contain any peanuts...damn peanut allergy student!). Lastly, the energy and patience part....I don't know if I have it in me to deal with idiots...and some people at school seem to be the biggest idiots in the world. Oh well...I'll figure it out...
I really wonder what it's going to be like teaching while pregnant. There are a couple things I'm a little weary about...first of all, the heat in my oven-like classroom. It's usually 5-10 degrees hotter inside my classroom, regardless of if there are five fans blowing. Being fat and hot is not going to do anything for my attitude. Another thing is the mosquitoes...I read in my book that mosquitoes especially love to bite pregnant peeps and my room is a mosquito breeding ground. I'm also worried about having to eat all the time...it's been fine during summer to snack whenever I need to, but I'm going to have to find easy to eat, nutritious snacks that will keep in my classroom (and not contain any peanuts...damn peanut allergy student!). Lastly, the energy and patience part....I don't know if I have it in me to deal with idiots...and some people at school seem to be the biggest idiots in the world. Oh well...I'll figure it out...
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
what a day...
Today our goal was to finish up the second bedroom...which meant:
I know that we're putting the room together kind of early, being that we won't need it really until after December since I plan to have baby in our room for the very beginning, but I figure that it's better for us to do it now when we have some extra time and when I'm not so big and tired that I won't be of much help.
Overall, I'm pretty happy with what we accomplished. Now I gotta figure out what we're eating for dinner.
- moving the tv, tv stand, and bookcase out of the room (pau)
- finding and putting together a bookcase for out in the living room (pau)
- moving the books from the bedroom to the living room (almost pau)
- hopefully finding and putting together a crib in the second bedroom (getting there)
I know that we're putting the room together kind of early, being that we won't need it really until after December since I plan to have baby in our room for the very beginning, but I figure that it's better for us to do it now when we have some extra time and when I'm not so big and tired that I won't be of much help.
Overall, I'm pretty happy with what we accomplished. Now I gotta figure out what we're eating for dinner.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
nesting
Today Dave and I finally started on one of our summer goals...converting our second bedroom to a baby/play room. Our big ideas included:
Dave is in the bedroom, where he has been for the past 2 1/2 hours, putting the bureau together. He also moved the bed and file cabinet around and took all the crap off the of the old bookcase. What a good husband...especially cuz it's hot as heck in there and I don't want to help.
We went to Kmart and Sears and looked at some cribs...I was totally against the idea of a crib in the beginning, but have been convinced that it's a good idea. We actually found one we like on Babiesrus.com, but the freakin' shipping was going to be $105 on a crib that costs $160 and I just thought that was ridiculous. We're going to check out Toys R Us and Craigslist...figure we can find something locally instead of being suckers for the shipping costs.
I dunno if it's a local thing or if my family just didn't buy all kinds of special fancy baby stuff, but I'm pretty clueless as to what kinds of things we're supposed to be looking for as far as baby stuff goes. I know I want a cosleeper for when baby is newborn, a boppy for breastfeeding, and I need to figure out what kind of pump, bottle sterilizer/washer thingy, and baby bath tub I want, but beyond that, I figure the rest is just wants instead of needs. I'm sure I'll get all kinds of advice about stuff that I NEED, but I hope I don't turn into a crazy baby crap hoarder. I actually got up last night and started thinking that Dave and I needed to cancel our 1 year anniversary dinner (I wanted to go to Ruth's Chris Steakhouse) because that's just frivolous money that we need to spend on baby stuff. I told him I'll buy some steaks and a lobster tail from Costco and we'll save money and eat at home. He's okay with that idea so I think we're going to do it that way instead. Dang, babies are expensive.
- move bookcase in bedroom out
- move bookcase from living room into bedroom; replace with a bigger bookcase in living room
- put together baby's bureau
- put together storage bin rack
- figure out what to do with enormous tv stand and crappy tv in bedroom (my idea, get rid of it...Dave's idea, replace it with a smaller tv because we NEED a tv in the extra bedroom)
Dave is in the bedroom, where he has been for the past 2 1/2 hours, putting the bureau together. He also moved the bed and file cabinet around and took all the crap off the of the old bookcase. What a good husband...especially cuz it's hot as heck in there and I don't want to help.
We went to Kmart and Sears and looked at some cribs...I was totally against the idea of a crib in the beginning, but have been convinced that it's a good idea. We actually found one we like on Babiesrus.com, but the freakin' shipping was going to be $105 on a crib that costs $160 and I just thought that was ridiculous. We're going to check out Toys R Us and Craigslist...figure we can find something locally instead of being suckers for the shipping costs.
I dunno if it's a local thing or if my family just didn't buy all kinds of special fancy baby stuff, but I'm pretty clueless as to what kinds of things we're supposed to be looking for as far as baby stuff goes. I know I want a cosleeper for when baby is newborn, a boppy for breastfeeding, and I need to figure out what kind of pump, bottle sterilizer/washer thingy, and baby bath tub I want, but beyond that, I figure the rest is just wants instead of needs. I'm sure I'll get all kinds of advice about stuff that I NEED, but I hope I don't turn into a crazy baby crap hoarder. I actually got up last night and started thinking that Dave and I needed to cancel our 1 year anniversary dinner (I wanted to go to Ruth's Chris Steakhouse) because that's just frivolous money that we need to spend on baby stuff. I told him I'll buy some steaks and a lobster tail from Costco and we'll save money and eat at home. He's okay with that idea so I think we're going to do it that way instead. Dang, babies are expensive.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
stomach virus sucks
As I mentioned in my last post, Dave and I were headed to Nashville...and I was headed there with diarrhea problems. Well, it turned out NOT to be a once or twice occurrence...after about seven times to the toilet, doctor told me it was okay to take Tylenol for the fever and body aches and Imodium AD for the diarrhea. We headed to the airport at around 2:15, and as we stood in the security checkpoint line, I had to make a trip to the bathroom. Alas, the meds helped with the diarrhea issue, but I barfed my brains out...all the chicken noodle soup I ate, gone. And not the kine nice, normal barfing...this was the heaving my guts out, feel like my body convulsing, feel sorry for the lady in the next stall, loud, violent, five time heaving barfing. This process happened again three more times en route to Atlanta, then again at the hotel room after I tried to eat more chicken noodle soup. Overnight the fever broke, I woke up at around 12:30 and felt nauseous but no barf, and then all day today I've been gassy and nauseated, but no vomiting or diarrhea. The only other thing is that my abs and shoulders/back are aching because of the violent heaves. I was finally able to eat a semi-normal dinner, and now I'm just praying that it all stays down cuz crab cakes coming up might not taste too ono...I know, not the smartest choice, but it was one of the lighter choices at the restaurant we went to...
Monday, July 7, 2008
Week 18
Here's the pic for Week 18...see how round it's getting?!Today Dave and I leave for Nashville, Tennessee...we have to get on a freakin' plane and fly for nearly TEN hours from here to Atlanta, then take a short ride to Nashville. That SUCKS! We did the Honolulu-Atlanta when we went to Florida this past Spring Break and that has got to be the LONGEST ride ever! Doing it pregnant is not something I'm looking forward to. And what's worse is that this morning I got up and in the less than an hour I've been up, I've had to visit the toilet twice with diarrhea. And not the kine diarrhea where you know it's once or twice occurrence...in fact, as I'm sitting here now, I'm thinking I better end this because I gotta visit the bathroom again. Wish us luck on our trip! Grrr....
Friday, July 4, 2008
Fuss Bucket
Holey Moley...Jayjay just took Dave and I on a fuss bucket adventure!!! He came over today at around 2:00...he was sleeping, and slept for another hour or so. Got up, was happy, played, then started to fuss because his teeth are coming in. We have no pacifier for him (dammit, I'm going to slap my brother!!!), so we tried to give him his teething toy, which he doesn't really like. We gave him cold water, that didn't help. Took him outside to look around...that helped, but I got about five mosquito bites after 15 minutes and couldn't handle anymore...plus I didn't want him to get eaten up too. Gave him a bottle, he ate it like crazy and fell asleep, then like a dummy, I picked him up to burp him. WRONG move!! He freakin' started crying and would NOT stop. Then he proceeded to barf out the contents of pretty much the entire bottle he just ate. Dave held him and tried to entertain him while I went to make our dinner, and he was good for a while, then started fussing again. By this point it's obvious he's super tired, but like the baby he is, he keeps on fighting it. Usually if I rock him and put a cover over his eyes, he falls asleep, but today that only served to piss him off more. Finally, after at least an hour of this, I told Dave to make another bottle, even though I wasn't really sure if he would eat any more. He freakin' chugs the entire bottle, fusses for a bit, I pick him up and just hold him on my lap, and in about 15 minutes he's fast asleep. Freak. That crap tired me out...and Dave too!! If this is a prelude to what's to come, which I'm sure it is, we better make sure we're there to tag team cuz this fuss bucket adventure took all of our patience to overcome! I didn't get to take a nap today, so hopefully my exhaustion beats out whatever kind of ruckus people in our ghetto are going to make in celebration of this dang 4th of July. I'm pooped and it's only 7 p.m.!
Thursday, July 3, 2008
feeling like a bum
Today was another lazy summer day...and though I know I'll miss these days once school starts again, right now it kind of depresses me when it's 4:00 p.m. and I haven't done anything all day. In fact, besides getting off my butt to go to Longs to pick up a birthday and funeral card, I did absolutely nothing. Dave put away stuff and filed our papers, checked the mail, did laundry, made our lunch, read to me so I could take a nap, put the batteries in our BebeSound thingy that's supposed to let you hear baby's heartbeat (didn't work...guess we have to wait 'til later on...it says third trimester but we just wanted to try it out) and went out not too long ago to get me some fries from Shiro's. I picked up some newspapers and took them to the bedroom, took a LONG nap, read my book, and washed dishes. That doesn't constitute anything productive. In my defense, we're waiting for my brother's stuff to get delivered so we can help them with moving it all in and setting it up, but that's really just an excuse. I just have no motivation to do anything at all some days. Today was especially bad because I felt yuck, tired, and fussy. I think I'm having JayJay withdrawals since he hasn't been here all day today and he won't be here as much anymore. At least Dave and I have a funeral to go to, then we'll go to my brother's place to help them so we'll have to get out of the house. It's funny because all I wanted during school time was days I could just relax, but now that I have it, I'm bored and feel useless. Plus we have no new movie from Netflix, which would have at least taken two hours of the day. What a boring day...
Pool Time!!
I wish I had taken some pics yesterday because what started out as a boring day turned into a really fun day at the pool!! I kept complaining to Dave yesterday that our life is so boring....heehee....so he kept suggesting things to do and I kept shutting him down. Finally he suggested the beach or pool...and though I felt kind of lazy and too fat to get into a bathing suit, the idea to ask Deena if we could kidnap her kids popped into my mind. For some reason, going to the pool with just Dave and I didn't feel exciting, but asking the kids over made it seem a lot more fun. Luckily, they were available and could come over, so within 45 minutes we were at the pool with the two kids.
We had run out to get some noodles because I figured it would be something to play with and something for me to hold onto since I'm such a lazy bum. In the end, that $3 was worth a whole lot more because Kahia and Kawai both LOVED playing with them!! I gotta say, for a 4 and 6 year old, those two are FEARLESS in the water. Kawai cracks us up because her dog paddling/swimming looks like it takes so much energy, and every few seconds her head goes underwater so if you didn't know any better, you'd think she was drowning, but actually she's "swimming." And Kahia went to town with jumping in the pool, making the loudest WHOOPING sound possible...we thought our resident manager, who was at the pool, might mind, but instead he turned on the COLD water so that it would shoot out of one of the pukas on the side of the pool, which the kids loved.
My brother had also come home and brought JayJay to the pool...that guy is fearless too cuz at 5 months old he didn't cry at all, even with my brother dunking his head in the water. The cutest part was that every so often, Kahia would come over to JayJay and gently pat him on the head or back and say, "Hi Baby" so calmly and lovingly. Even when we were inside, both kids did their own thing, but every so often would direct their attention to the baby and give him lovies. Kahia even asked to hold JayJay and held him for a pretty long time, until JayJay barfed, which he thought was pretty gross.
I must say, though, Dave is the "fun guy" as he played games with Kahia and Kawai and made sure they were having fun in the water. Since I can only reach in the super shallow end, I'm not much help in that department. Even when he had to dive down into the deep to get the pennies FOUR times, he didn't complain. And when Kawai was tired of "racing" with Kahia and said she wouldn't do it anymore, Dave figured out a way for Kahia to be able to race and Kawai would be the race starter by yelling out GO! Dave used the noodles as dolphin play toys, having the kids swim over and under. He quietly reminded Kahia when he got a little loud or overly excited, which actually didn't happen too often. He also was super calm and reassuring when Kawai swallowed a little bit too much water and started panicking. The funniest part, though, and I had to tell Dave this later on, was that for some reason, whenever Kawai was trying to tell him something, Kahia would start talking to him and he would automatically divert his attention to Kahia and then Kawai would have to get louder to try to finish her story. Even while we were there I had to remind him to pay attention...I assumed his attention would focus on the girl, but actually a lot of his attention went to Kahia and I spent more time with Kawai. Another funny part was when Kawai was near the stairs and for some reason she yelled HELP so Dave grabbed her and put her on the stairs. She turned around and fully stuck out both arms in a STOP sign, and told him, "Don't touch me!!!" So Dave says, "Well, you yelled HELP so I helped you." She replies, "I was right here by the stairs." Dave, at that point, tells her, "Then don't yell help." Thankfully, that was the end of his little power struggle.
I'm so glad that what started out as the most boring day ever turned into a really fun day where Dave and I both got to play in our own way and use our energy instead of lying around in pure boredom all day. Thanks, Deena, for letting us kidnap your kids!!! Let us know the next time they can come over to play!
We had run out to get some noodles because I figured it would be something to play with and something for me to hold onto since I'm such a lazy bum. In the end, that $3 was worth a whole lot more because Kahia and Kawai both LOVED playing with them!! I gotta say, for a 4 and 6 year old, those two are FEARLESS in the water. Kawai cracks us up because her dog paddling/swimming looks like it takes so much energy, and every few seconds her head goes underwater so if you didn't know any better, you'd think she was drowning, but actually she's "swimming." And Kahia went to town with jumping in the pool, making the loudest WHOOPING sound possible...we thought our resident manager, who was at the pool, might mind, but instead he turned on the COLD water so that it would shoot out of one of the pukas on the side of the pool, which the kids loved.
My brother had also come home and brought JayJay to the pool...that guy is fearless too cuz at 5 months old he didn't cry at all, even with my brother dunking his head in the water. The cutest part was that every so often, Kahia would come over to JayJay and gently pat him on the head or back and say, "Hi Baby" so calmly and lovingly. Even when we were inside, both kids did their own thing, but every so often would direct their attention to the baby and give him lovies. Kahia even asked to hold JayJay and held him for a pretty long time, until JayJay barfed, which he thought was pretty gross.
I must say, though, Dave is the "fun guy" as he played games with Kahia and Kawai and made sure they were having fun in the water. Since I can only reach in the super shallow end, I'm not much help in that department. Even when he had to dive down into the deep to get the pennies FOUR times, he didn't complain. And when Kawai was tired of "racing" with Kahia and said she wouldn't do it anymore, Dave figured out a way for Kahia to be able to race and Kawai would be the race starter by yelling out GO! Dave used the noodles as dolphin play toys, having the kids swim over and under. He quietly reminded Kahia when he got a little loud or overly excited, which actually didn't happen too often. He also was super calm and reassuring when Kawai swallowed a little bit too much water and started panicking. The funniest part, though, and I had to tell Dave this later on, was that for some reason, whenever Kawai was trying to tell him something, Kahia would start talking to him and he would automatically divert his attention to Kahia and then Kawai would have to get louder to try to finish her story. Even while we were there I had to remind him to pay attention...I assumed his attention would focus on the girl, but actually a lot of his attention went to Kahia and I spent more time with Kawai. Another funny part was when Kawai was near the stairs and for some reason she yelled HELP so Dave grabbed her and put her on the stairs. She turned around and fully stuck out both arms in a STOP sign, and told him, "Don't touch me!!!" So Dave says, "Well, you yelled HELP so I helped you." She replies, "I was right here by the stairs." Dave, at that point, tells her, "Then don't yell help." Thankfully, that was the end of his little power struggle.
I'm so glad that what started out as the most boring day ever turned into a really fun day where Dave and I both got to play in our own way and use our energy instead of lying around in pure boredom all day. Thanks, Deena, for letting us kidnap your kids!!! Let us know the next time they can come over to play!
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
2nd Expectant Parents Class
So the first class we went to, people probably thought we were weird because I was the only one there that didn't look pregnant...and during the tour of the hospital I was the only one walking around without a spouse because Dave went to go drop off Mark at the airport.
This second class, people thought we were weird cuz we brought a baby...we had JayJay with us and brought him along because my brother wasn't home yet.
Next week, we aren't going to class cuz we'll be in Nashville. Oh well. We're the dysfunctional couple in our class.
Anyways, last night's class was Stages of Labor and Delivery. I am mathematically and measuring illiterate, so 10 cm, when shown in graphic form, threw me off with how HUGE it is!!! Then they talked about how they know whether your cervix is effaced...how normally it feels like your nose cartilage, but eventually it will feel like your lip. Dave had fun feeling both his lip and nose, then wanted to play doctor so I had to slap him.
The grossest part of the class was actually seeing the placenta pop out...that is disgusting...I'm not even going to describe it. And thinking about tearing and/or getting an episiotomy...yuck. At this point, birth does not seem too BEAUTIFUL to me.
I just pray for an easy, quick labor and delivery.....
This second class, people thought we were weird cuz we brought a baby...we had JayJay with us and brought him along because my brother wasn't home yet.
Next week, we aren't going to class cuz we'll be in Nashville. Oh well. We're the dysfunctional couple in our class.
Anyways, last night's class was Stages of Labor and Delivery. I am mathematically and measuring illiterate, so 10 cm, when shown in graphic form, threw me off with how HUGE it is!!! Then they talked about how they know whether your cervix is effaced...how normally it feels like your nose cartilage, but eventually it will feel like your lip. Dave had fun feeling both his lip and nose, then wanted to play doctor so I had to slap him.
The grossest part of the class was actually seeing the placenta pop out...that is disgusting...I'm not even going to describe it. And thinking about tearing and/or getting an episiotomy...yuck. At this point, birth does not seem too BEAUTIFUL to me.
I just pray for an easy, quick labor and delivery.....
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
saving the earth...
I had to go in to school today to talk to Blake, so inevitably our conversation turned to baby talk...he and Stacie are going to use a diaper service, Dolphin Diapers, instead of using the disposables. Now, knowing Blake, I had to ask the question...is this an effort to be cost-effective, or socially responsible? Surprise surprise, it's socially responsible! In fact, the use of the diaper service, according to him, will cost about $25 more per month than disposables! How un-Blake-like is that???
So this got me thinking...what are we going to do? Dave's mom had asked me if I wanted her to pick up some cloth diapers when she went to the Philippines...I told her, "Okay, as long as you show me how to use them cuz I've never used cloth diapers before." She didn't pick any up, and I was relieved because the thought of what to do with the doodoo diaper afterwards kind of grossed me out. I was picturing the whole burp rag/diaper, safety pins, and that awkward, ugly plastic underwear that goes over it to prevent leakage...
Lo and behold, cloth diapers have EVOLVED. I looked up Dolphin Diaper Service online, and the diaper covers are actually very cute, 100% cotton. Beyond being good for the environment, they also provide more breathability for baby's bottom, and contain no chemical gels for absorbency. Plus the service delivers and picks up diapers weekly, then takes the soiled diapers to be triple cleaned with no bleach or chemicals.
The whole diaper folding thing looks a little bit intimidating (I am picturing Dave having an extremely difficult time with this)...but I'm sure it's handle-able and just takes some getting used to. Dave and I gotta talk some more about it, but I'm thinking this might be the way to go...the thought of filling a landfill with 70+ disposable diapers per week just for my own convenience somehow doesn't sit right with me. I'm not a recycle Nazi like my mom, but I think some of her scoldings have actually rubbed off...hehe. Getting yelled at and pinched for not putting things in their proper recycling spot must have had some effect on me!!!
So this got me thinking...what are we going to do? Dave's mom had asked me if I wanted her to pick up some cloth diapers when she went to the Philippines...I told her, "Okay, as long as you show me how to use them cuz I've never used cloth diapers before." She didn't pick any up, and I was relieved because the thought of what to do with the doodoo diaper afterwards kind of grossed me out. I was picturing the whole burp rag/diaper, safety pins, and that awkward, ugly plastic underwear that goes over it to prevent leakage...
Lo and behold, cloth diapers have EVOLVED. I looked up Dolphin Diaper Service online, and the diaper covers are actually very cute, 100% cotton. Beyond being good for the environment, they also provide more breathability for baby's bottom, and contain no chemical gels for absorbency. Plus the service delivers and picks up diapers weekly, then takes the soiled diapers to be triple cleaned with no bleach or chemicals.
The whole diaper folding thing looks a little bit intimidating (I am picturing Dave having an extremely difficult time with this)...but I'm sure it's handle-able and just takes some getting used to. Dave and I gotta talk some more about it, but I'm thinking this might be the way to go...the thought of filling a landfill with 70+ disposable diapers per week just for my own convenience somehow doesn't sit right with me. I'm not a recycle Nazi like my mom, but I think some of her scoldings have actually rubbed off...hehe. Getting yelled at and pinched for not putting things in their proper recycling spot must have had some effect on me!!!
eating healthy
Eating healthy must be overrated because last night, after a day of Burger King for breakfast (yuck), Wendy's for lunch (even the salad was yuck), and junk ramen for dinner (Sumo Ramen's miso ramen...yuck!), I decided that maybe everything tastes junk because it really is junk. What's up with me not cooking too, huh? I better get back on track before I run us broke. Anyways, I've also been having major issues with overeating, then feeling like crap for the next few hours. So Dave and I went to Sam's and I picked up a fruit tray (plus too I read that pineapple and its juice is supposed to be good for varicose veins and getting too fat will only cause more varicose vein problems). Anyways, we came home and I proceeded to eat some fruit so that I could take my prenatal pill that I forgot to take with dinner. Three pineapple slices, two melon, two cantaloupe, and some grapes must have pushed me over the edge...I went to brush my teeth and the normal gag when you brush your tongue turned into fruit salad in the toilet bowl. Yuck. After wiping away all the snot and spit that inevitably follows ralphing, I actually felt better, though. My problem is that I don't listen to my stomach telling me it's full...I keep pushing on cuz I am too lazy to put the leftovers away. I gotta stop that. Today I will be better. Started my day with a bowl of Honey Bunches of Oats and I plan to be healthy and smart about my eating today....we'll see...
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