we did it.

Well folks, I'm officially off the market, a missus, a wifey, an old ball and chain.

Since I want to honor this great event with some great pictures, I will wait until I receive them to go into the details (I only have the few from my little non-pro camera). For now I'll just say that it was lovely and perfect, and simple and tasteful, and the perfect representation of who we are as a couple. Everything fell into place, just as it always does when it's meant to be. I feel blessed and happy.

a crash course

...in being an inpatient.

I really wanted to spend monday talking about the totally exciting things that took place over the weekend. Instead I've spent the day at the hospital. And I'll be spending the night, too. All because a big old Mack truck decided to come on over to my side of the road as I was toot-toot-tooting along in my little truck. Dumb blind spots.

I still don't know why the firetruck was the first on the scene, but I tell ya, one look at my belly and they were running over, getting my pulse, getting my bp, how far along was I? Am I having any cramping? We have to take you to the hospital...via ambulance! I'm like, "I'm fine, I'm fine!" I was walking around, nothing hurt. But yes, I do know the power of adrenaline so I, for the first time ever got to ride in an ambulance. I've been at University Hospital since. Apparently I started having "uterine activity" so they are keeping me here for observations. Oddly there was actually a small part of me that thought "oh, well this is kind of neat. I have to stay in the hospital. I get to be the patient?" Such a strange novelty to be on the other side of things.

Novel, yes. But I'm good now. Really. Me and baby are fine. The contractions have all but stopped, there's no cramping, no spotting. Being tethered to these monitors and this bed is really not fun at all. And they won't let me eat. Pregnant mama is hungry!
Still, tomorrow it will be. I tell ya this is the last place I thought I'd be spending the first part of my week.

Taking a break

From blog here. Just for the rest of the week (when I'll have lots of fun bloggy bits to share!)

If you're like me, sometimes there are blogs that you check out routinely. And you expect there to be some goods. And there's the let down you feel when you click and its the same old post you've already read.

So let me just spare you the disappointment.

Don't check this blog until next Monday. I can guarantee it will be utterly disappointing until then.

belly pic!

30 1/2 weeks

Let's revisit our favorite subject, shall we?

Today I'm going to talk about pregnancy. I hate to do this, I don't want this to turn into a pregnancy blog. But as I'm searching my brain for something remotely interesting, she kicks. A big jolt-me-out-of-whatever-thought-I-was-in kick. And there it is. I'm pregnant with pregnancy on the brain. I can't fight it.

And so, at the risk of sounding completely obsessed with pregnancy, here is

Top 10 adjustments that must be made when pregnant:

1. Social life. Who knew I had so many friends that were pregnant? And oh yeah, what's a party?

2. Socks. You can't just put them on. You have to do a series of forward bends to get your momentum. One bend (kind of), two bends (further), three bends (touchdown!). To get on one sock.

3. Sleep. You can't sleep on your belly. You can't sleep on your back flat. You have to sleep on your side...preferrably the left so the baby gets the most oxygen. Which leads me to

4. The organization of your precious sanctuary....your bed. You now have a body pillow for sleep. You stick it under the sheets (good night Mike! Don't mind this big honkin pillow between us!) You spoon it and it's great. But then, in the middle of the night, you want to change positions so you either a)relocate the big pillow to your other side along with all the other sheets/blankets on top of it thereby exposing your bed partner, or b) hurl you and your big old belly up over the pillow, a process that could potentially be likened to trying to hop a fence. Good times in the middle of the night.

5. Clothes. While maternity pants are wonderful in so many ways, they are designed to fit you during a very small window of your pregnancy, when you fit into them just perfectly. However unless in that window you are walking around most of the time with your pants creating a butt that goes down to your knees. And don't even bother being modest about your bum crack anymore. By now everyone's seen it. Sexy!

6. Smells. Oh my God someone farted two room away and it' making you sick!

7. Forgetfulness. If you were bad before you're doomed now. Oh sorry Mrs. So-and-so patient. I know your husband is dying and you're completely consumed, but can you please help me find my keys???

8. The kicking. Which I love. Which I'm obsessed with. So if you come into a room and you see me looking down at my belly, motionless, smiling, you'll know why. I may say to you "wait, wait, look at this." And you may look, 30 seconds or so, and if you're lucky you'll see the movements of the baby's acrobatics. Or you may start looking at your watch. I can't make her jump on command you know!

9. Endurance. I'm a runner kind of girl. I ran a freaking marathon! But don't mind that, you just go on up ahead. Don't mind the girl waddling behind you clutching that cramp under her belly. I'll be fine. Go! Go!

10. The realization that you're going to soon have a baby and that you will be a mom. This is the biggest adjustment of all.


(10.a: Emotional: Like you go back and read your post and then get all teary when you read the last line.
Why? Because you're PREGNANT!!)

reclaiming my monday nights

Have you ever, like, eaten a whole cake, looked down at the naked crumbs on the plate, your belly sticking out, and just thought "ugh".

That's how I feel right now. And this time there was no cake involved.

The cake--is ABC's "The Bachelor". And I'm walking away ashamed.

First of all, let me insert the disclaimer that I didn't even want to watch this show. I accidentally got into it by hanging out at my girlfriend's house Monday nights. Before I knew it, it had become a Monday night ritual. And it was fun, you know, in a shameful kind of way.

But this show! I started out thinking it was ridiculous, watched myself get sucked along and did very little to fight it, and then watched it end, with all of its overplayed dramatics. Frankly I can't even bother to comment on its ridiculous twist. I feel used that I allowed myself to get swept away with such blatant corporate contrivities. (http://tvwatch.people.com/2009/03/03/jason-im-not-proud-of-what-i-had-to-do/) It's hard to say who's playing who in this ridiculous ending, but for some reason I feel played. Never again ABC. Never again.

Hey! Looky there!

I am a new gardener. I've been a "dabbler" for a while but last year I really stepped it up a notch, planting all sorts of new things, wasting all sorts of money, and really learning a whole lot. Anyway, in October I planted tulip bulbs, the first tulip bulbs I've ever planted. I wasn't sure they would come up; I've heard such different ideas about when to plant, depth, etc.

Well with these unseasonably warm temperatures...well I never! My tulips!!! I'm so excited and now I'm jonesing more than ever for spring to really be here.

But it's not, which brings me to a new dilemna. Undoubtedly there is going to be snow again. What do I do now that my little tulips have prematurely popped up their heads? Will they die? Do I need to cover them? Will I ever see my miraculous tulip flowers?

I'm just saying.....

Here's a question I've been asking myself, hypothetically of course.

How do you plan a wedding for as cheaply as possible to take place in a month?
I am not a wedding sort of person. I've never envisioned the white train or the big elaborate feista. I see a small gathering, an impromptu ceremony at some pretty location, and in this hypothetical vision I see the task of trying to find some sort of a dress for a rather disproportionate type of figure. I'm hoping that in one month will be spring, with spring blooms popping up everywhere. I feel like, in this vision, I need to manifest a friend who has a nice camera and knows how to use it. I see my mom being there, playing a song on the guitar. And I see a small gathering to take place after, with great food but no dancing. I have no other details in this vision, which rather lacks in details to begin with.

but it's hypothetical anyway....