Friday, January 30, 2009

Word to the Wise

Actually, a more appropriate title would be "A Word for the Wise Not to Use."
I don't like to complain, but I've been called this one too many times throughout this pregnancy... I was actually feeling like I looked really cute today and my self-esteem was on the up and up, until someone told me how "huge" I am. If you are smart and tactful, you should never call a pregnant woman "huge". Especially to her face. I don't care if I am huge. And yes, I realize that I'm getting bigger by the second, but use kind words. Encouraging words. Any words that will make me feel that I don't look like an elephant.

I apologize for the lack of interesting posts. I realize they've all been related to pregnancy. Someday I will have my normal brain back.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

34 Weeks

Well folks, here I am at 34 weeks. My baby bump is really getting out there! Not much new is going on. We're just in the baby zone right now, working feverishly to get our house in line for when she gets here. Baby Lash is doing really well. At my last appointment, I was measuring small for how far along I am. I was actually measuring 3 inches smaller than I was at my previous appointment, which was a little concerning. They went ahead and did an ultrasound to make sure everything was okay, and everything looked great. Her organs and her breathing looked great, and she had plenty of fluid. It was also wonderful to see her sweet little face again. Her head is down and she's maneuvered herself pretty low in my pelvis. They want to start seeing me every week just to make sure that everything continues to go well. That's completely fine with me!

Onto other news, we finally ended up getting our stroller/car seat travel system, and I am so excited! Here are some pics of Jason putting it together. Obviously I was a lot of help. I just sat on the couch the entire time taking pictures. To be honest, I don't think Jason really wanted my technical help. Let's just say that assembling is not my forte.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Thursday, January 8, 2009

A Moment

Last night I went to my singly lamp-lit bedroom; my room lit by my favorite lamp I've had since college. I went to put down my glass of water when the sight of my nightstand made my stomach drop and I asked myself this question,

Will my life ever be this simple again?

Not that things are completely simple. The past 3 1/2 years spent in Chicago have been anything but, however I've learned to enjoy the simplicities of day-to-day life. A simple bedtime routine of cuddling up with a good novel. Occasionally listening to my iPod as I write in my journal. Snuggling up while watching a TV show or a movie. No strings and no attachments apply. 

The impending transition of my life hit me all at once. It scared me. I knew in that instant that nothing has ever stayed the same and nothing will ever be the same. What will happen when two becomes three? I think about all of the changes and challenges that have been presented over the past few years and I realized that they've made me who I am...they've made me more into the person I am meant to be. I know that this change will be the same. It will make me become more of who I am.

I struggle everyday to live life in the moment. Not living in the past and not worrying about the future. I try to truly savor every moment for what it is. And so I lay in bed last night realizing this. This is where I'm meant to be, lying in bed curled up with a great book. When the next transition arrives there will be a new normal that is more beautiful and complete. It will be just where I'm meant to be.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Tumbleweeds & Illegal Dumping

For Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, we headed up to see my mom's mom (we call her Sonny) in Beaver, OK. Beaver's located in the panhandle of Oklahoma and apparently has occasional bouts of tumbleweed infiltrations. When we got to Beaver, Sonny kept talking about all of the thistles that collected in her yard everyday. I honestly had no idea what she was talking about. Well, I found out. On Christmas Eve, my mom, Sonny, and I headed out to yard to collect the thistles. I walked outside and said, "Oh, tumbleweeds!" We spent the afternoon raking the tumbleweeds and illegally dumping them in the city park across the street. I figured if Sonny and my mom were into doing something illegal, then it was definitely okay for me. Here are some pictures from the tumbleweed dumping and Christmas Eve.
Fabulous Sonny, raking in her lime green trench coat and 70's shades. I love this picture.

The pregnant lady squat.

Why are you making me work?

Illegal Debbi in action. If you report anyone to the Beaver police, it must be her. We have proof.

Christmas Eve Pictures.
There's nothing like going to Sonny's house.

Friday, January 2, 2009

32 Weeks: I'll nest at your house, too

I realize this may not be the most flattering pregnancy picture, but it's what I have to work with. Let me just go ahead and point out a few things: My fleece and this t-shirt are both too short to be wearing from this point on, and the band on my jeans is hanging out. Fashionable, no, but this is what I look like.
After spending the past two weeks in various locations throughout Oklahoma, I have made it back to Chicago safely. The trip was great, but it was quite the whirlwind. I was constantly on-the-go and sick for most of the time; and I also didn't get the chance to see everyone I wanted to, but it was great to be home nonetheless. I have a lot of great pictures which I can't wait to share with everyone.
Throughout my trip, I had this nagging feeling to get organized everywhere I went. It didn't matter if it was someone else's house, I wanted to get their stuff organized too. I also had the urge to get back to Chicago and get everything in order. Now, I am an organizer at heart, but this urge feels a little different. I definitely have the baby nesting urge. Do I really know what I have to do before the baby gets here, no, but I really want to try. Even if it just means rearranging closets and sifting through drawers, it must be done now. Who knows what this house will look like before the baby gets here, but rest assured the baby will not have any trouble finding her essential items. She'll know exactly where her diapers are when she needs to be changed, and she will definitely not have trouble picking out what she wants to wear each day.
So when I get finished with my house, please let me move onto yours. And if not your house, please let me organize your car or your purse or something. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. This urge is quite overwhelming. Oh, and I can't be trusted with my own fashion advice. I just looked at myself and realized I'm wearing the exact same outfit in the posted picture. I really need to start trying a little harder.