So, I am now 5/8ths done with my pregnancy! And don't think I don't recalculate that fraction every week! Although being, for example 23/40ths is not really inspiring, when I can reduce down to 5/8ths, I'm very pleased, not least with my math prowess.
I've been trying to get this house ready to sell. As we bought it as a fixer-upper, I don't want to sell it as one! The past two days I've been weeding, weeding, weeding. That part was actually fun, although my hands and wrists hurt. The part I hate is bagging up all those de-grounded weeds. It's tedious and not nearly as fun as ripping those nasty weeds up by their roots! However, I should be done today, and then we can plant grass on Saturday. Better than a weedy backyard for a buyer, no?
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Mama I yuv you
Before bed, I always sing Sabrina a couple of songs. Shameless self-promotion: I started singing "Mother I love you" from the Primary songbook. Now, I ask what song she wants and she says "Mama dada." That means "I'm so glad when daddy comes home." Sigh. THEN she asks for "Mama, I yuv you." Aw. My heart goes all melty.
As can be expected, my pregnancy is progressing apace. Yesterday we had family portraits with the Froerers. I can think of a better time, like in A YEAR when I'm not 5+ months pregnant. However, Austin and Karen + 5 are moving soon, and Austin leaves tomorrow to find a house in Iowa and likely will not be back other than a brief return for the family once the house is bought. Besides, at that point I will be 8 months pregnant, so this is better. Still. The sweet photographer suggested I put a hand above or below my belly so I look pregnant, not "frumpy." The fact that she's absolutely right did not make me feel better about the once-in-ten-years family portrait featuring me as an extra 15 pounds or so!
Oh, and Victoria mentioned when she heard about the family portraits she thought, "Well, at least no one's pregnant! Oh wait. I guess I mean, 'At least I'M not pregnant." Ha ha, very funny.
The pictures were yesterday. It was pouring. For the group picture, we went across the field to the far end of the Froerer Family Compound, across foot-high grass. I was fine. I have an extra couple pounds of blood (yes, yes, to say nothing of the other couple pounds, I know) keeping me warm, but poor baby Sabrina was snuggled right up to me. "Told," she said. That means "I'm cold, mama! How could you do this to me?"
I really think the pictures will turn out cute, though. We were all good sports, especially the photographer!
As can be expected, my pregnancy is progressing apace. Yesterday we had family portraits with the Froerers. I can think of a better time, like in A YEAR when I'm not 5+ months pregnant. However, Austin and Karen + 5 are moving soon, and Austin leaves tomorrow to find a house in Iowa and likely will not be back other than a brief return for the family once the house is bought. Besides, at that point I will be 8 months pregnant, so this is better. Still. The sweet photographer suggested I put a hand above or below my belly so I look pregnant, not "frumpy." The fact that she's absolutely right did not make me feel better about the once-in-ten-years family portrait featuring me as an extra 15 pounds or so!
Oh, and Victoria mentioned when she heard about the family portraits she thought, "Well, at least no one's pregnant! Oh wait. I guess I mean, 'At least I'M not pregnant." Ha ha, very funny.
The pictures were yesterday. It was pouring. For the group picture, we went across the field to the far end of the Froerer Family Compound, across foot-high grass. I was fine. I have an extra couple pounds of blood (yes, yes, to say nothing of the other couple pounds, I know) keeping me warm, but poor baby Sabrina was snuggled right up to me. "Told," she said. That means "I'm cold, mama! How could you do this to me?"
I really think the pictures will turn out cute, though. We were all good sports, especially the photographer!
Monday, May 17, 2010
Pants? No pants!
It's a battle I've been fighting a lot lately. Yes, Sabrina, you have to wear pants. At least when we go outside. AND YES! YOU MUST KEEP YOUR DIAPER ON! FOR THE LOVE OF PETE! Shoes, however, are negotiable. PUT YOUR DIAPER BACK ON!
I've been trying to get my house painted, too. Finally. It's getting close, but honestly, I am not getting on that ladder to climb up 300 feet (give or take) when I'm this pregnant. Actually, that might just be an excuse. I really don't want to, though, so I'm trying to figure out who I can guilt into it. Any young women out there need a YW project? I have a good idea for one!
The big news, of course, is that we (might) (finally) get the loan to buy Austin and Karen's house (my BIL and SIL). Just...one...more...thing....Of course, I'm not sure what those final things are. I just do what I'm told. Get insurance? Sure. Call the bank? Sure. What do I say? Okay. No one be mad at me because I'm not proactive, I have no idea what I'm doing! And one final thing: Sabrina, put your diaper back on!
I've been trying to get my house painted, too. Finally. It's getting close, but honestly, I am not getting on that ladder to climb up 300 feet (give or take) when I'm this pregnant. Actually, that might just be an excuse. I really don't want to, though, so I'm trying to figure out who I can guilt into it. Any young women out there need a YW project? I have a good idea for one!
The big news, of course, is that we (might) (finally) get the loan to buy Austin and Karen's house (my BIL and SIL). Just...one...more...thing....Of course, I'm not sure what those final things are. I just do what I'm told. Get insurance? Sure. Call the bank? Sure. What do I say? Okay. No one be mad at me because I'm not proactive, I have no idea what I'm doing! And one final thing: Sabrina, put your diaper back on!
Monday, May 10, 2010
Back from D.C.--a while ago
I know, it's been a while since I had a post. I'm not sure why, but my life has seemed overwhelming to me lately. However, I have to say it's NOT because of the disaster my house was when I got home from five days away. Zane was very responsive to my pre-trip statement of "If the house is a disaster when I get home, you're in big trouble. And this might be a good time to let you know that when I come home from having a baby" in about five months "the house better not be a mess either." Lo and behold, when I got home the kitchen was clean, with dishes done and trash taken out. I think Zane had Spencer do the dishes since all 6,000 utensils were in the first three sections of the dishwasher utensil-holder, but hey, the dishes were done.
I have lots to say about the trip, but since it's too overwhelming to think of downloading my pictures from my camera (since it would take, like, five minutes), I'm just going to wait a day or so (more) on that. I do want to give you a mental picture, though, of Sabrina holding her giraffe (baff), and telling me it was sad. "Baff sad." And hugging it. And then saying, "Poop!", laying it down on its back, and saying "biper!" Which means, of course, diaper. And then pretending to change its diaper. I'm glad to be home.
I have lots to say about the trip, but since it's too overwhelming to think of downloading my pictures from my camera (since it would take, like, five minutes), I'm just going to wait a day or so (more) on that. I do want to give you a mental picture, though, of Sabrina holding her giraffe (baff), and telling me it was sad. "Baff sad." And hugging it. And then saying, "Poop!", laying it down on its back, and saying "biper!" Which means, of course, diaper. And then pretending to change its diaper. I'm glad to be home.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Indoor Soccer
CAUTION: The following post is rated T for Teen.
Also, if I've seen you in the last few days, you've heard this story. Sorry.
So, Zane and I have been playing on a family-and-office indoor soccer team. We mostly lose, but I've felt good about my skillz, especially considering I'm getting increasingly pregnant. Anyway, the last game of the first season was Monday at 7, with the first game of the next season Monday at 8. These were to be my last games, as my center of gravity is inevitably shifting.
So, at the first game a rather large (not "tall" if you get my drift) girl was really into pushing me. I confess I did stick my elbow out after a few pushes, but if she hadn't been shoving me it wouldn't have mattered. ANYWAY, she totally took me out and I think I sprained my knee. I was *ahem* not happy with her.
So, in the second half, with about 5 minutes left in the game, I returned the favor. Yeah, I deserved that penalty. What I didn't think I deserved was for her to jump up and come at me, screaming that she was going to f*ing punch me in the face. I was actually really calm, because I could not imagine her actually doing so. Also, I teach middle school, pillow girl, and you can't scare me. The ref quickly removed her.
Well, she obviously couldn't get over it, because after the game she was still yelling abuse at me as I was on the field preparing for the next game. She said I have a big butt. Well, those weren't the words she used, if you get the idea. I explained (civilly, I am sure) that I was 18 weeks pregnant. I did not ask what her excuse was, because I was about to play another game and didn't need any more bad karma. The ref congratulated me on remaining calm and acting as I should have, since if I'd thrown a punch, even though I was defending myself, I would have been the one in trouble. Thanks, thanks. Of course, I'm not sure I even know how to throw a punch.
Next game, another woman on the team whines about another girl pushing. "Is the pushing necessary?" /snottily. Of course, our girl was just bodying up, not really PUSHING. However, near the end of the game this same woman PUSHES me from behind. I ask, politely and rather far away from her, "Weren't you the one complaining about pushing?" At the end of the game she said (snottily) "Nice sportsmanship." Honey, you ain't seen nothing!
So, there were my last two sporting experiences before Tiny #2 is born. I feel I've gone out with a bang.
Also, if I've seen you in the last few days, you've heard this story. Sorry.
So, Zane and I have been playing on a family-and-office indoor soccer team. We mostly lose, but I've felt good about my skillz, especially considering I'm getting increasingly pregnant. Anyway, the last game of the first season was Monday at 7, with the first game of the next season Monday at 8. These were to be my last games, as my center of gravity is inevitably shifting.
So, at the first game a rather large (not "tall" if you get my drift) girl was really into pushing me. I confess I did stick my elbow out after a few pushes, but if she hadn't been shoving me it wouldn't have mattered. ANYWAY, she totally took me out and I think I sprained my knee. I was *ahem* not happy with her.
So, in the second half, with about 5 minutes left in the game, I returned the favor. Yeah, I deserved that penalty. What I didn't think I deserved was for her to jump up and come at me, screaming that she was going to f*ing punch me in the face. I was actually really calm, because I could not imagine her actually doing so. Also, I teach middle school, pillow girl, and you can't scare me. The ref quickly removed her.
Well, she obviously couldn't get over it, because after the game she was still yelling abuse at me as I was on the field preparing for the next game. She said I have a big butt. Well, those weren't the words she used, if you get the idea. I explained (civilly, I am sure) that I was 18 weeks pregnant. I did not ask what her excuse was, because I was about to play another game and didn't need any more bad karma. The ref congratulated me on remaining calm and acting as I should have, since if I'd thrown a punch, even though I was defending myself, I would have been the one in trouble. Thanks, thanks. Of course, I'm not sure I even know how to throw a punch.
Next game, another woman on the team whines about another girl pushing. "Is the pushing necessary?" /snottily. Of course, our girl was just bodying up, not really PUSHING. However, near the end of the game this same woman PUSHES me from behind. I ask, politely and rather far away from her, "Weren't you the one complaining about pushing?" At the end of the game she said (snottily) "Nice sportsmanship." Honey, you ain't seen nothing!
So, there were my last two sporting experiences before Tiny #2 is born. I feel I've gone out with a bang.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Advanced Baby
My child is so advanced. She's in the terrible twos despite being only 20 months! So advanced. In the past week she has had tantrums about:
* having to wear pants (this is disturbingly common)
* not getting to stab me with a pencil
* having her diaper changed
* being offered juice
* spilling her juice all over herself and the couch (by rights this should have been MY tantrum)
* having medicine
*having daddy not hold her
* having daddy offer to hold her
* being picked up
* being put down
* et cetera and so forth
I think this would be a good time to start potty training.
* having to wear pants (this is disturbingly common)
* not getting to stab me with a pencil
* having her diaper changed
* being offered juice
* spilling her juice all over herself and the couch (by rights this should have been MY tantrum)
* having medicine
*having daddy not hold her
* having daddy offer to hold her
* being picked up
* being put down
* et cetera and so forth
I think this would be a good time to start potty training.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Spring Break
It's sad, really. I only get one day of Spring Break. There ARE those who poo-poo my sorrow, saying it's my own fault for only working one day a week. My grief is unabated.
HOWEVER, given the 8 or so inches of snow outside, I'm just as happy to not be going to work today. WHO GAVE THE UNIVERSE PERMISSION TO SNOW LIKE THIS? IN APRIL! DURING SPRING BREAK! My one lousy day of Spring Break, and I can barely step outside because it's snowing? It's really not fair.
HOWEVER, given the 8 or so inches of snow outside, I'm just as happy to not be going to work today. WHO GAVE THE UNIVERSE PERMISSION TO SNOW LIKE THIS? IN APRIL! DURING SPRING BREAK! My one lousy day of Spring Break, and I can barely step outside because it's snowing? It's really not fair.
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