I'm starting to feel really pregnant. Now, I know there's no such thing as "partially pregnant." But there is the stage where you can still bend over and where you can walk up two stairs without pausing halfway to catch your breath. Sadly, it looks like I'll have about three MONTHS more where these things are but a fond memory.
I bought a belly band today. It is supposed to keep you covered if your shirt creeps up, and I think it's great for those G lines that keep presenting themselves too. And maybe people will stop commenting so much about my belly button. I know it sticks out! Stop talking about it! And stop calling it a turkey baster! Geez.
On to the other baby in my life: Sasha. He is having an absolute explosion of talking lately. He's even said two words together a couple of times. I can't remember what they were, but it was very cool. Not so cool was two nights ago when he woke at 1 AM and was inconsolable for an hour or two. Thankfully, Zane was the hero that night and took care of Sasha, because I was not real happy about being up at night. I mean, c'mon, I've only got three months (or a few weeks less?) to sleep through the night IN THE NEXT YEAR. Like I said, Zane was a hero.
Sabrina is fully potty trained, and I love it. Besides no diapers, I love the, "Go get dressed" option. There are days, I confess, where it seems so pointless to dress the kids. I just have to take off their clothes at the end of the day, anyway. And boy do they fight me getting their jammies on! The drawback, of course, is that Sabrina is currently wearing only panties. At one time today, in my defense, she was wearing socks, pants, two shirts, and a dress. None of those were my fault either.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
St. George
We just took a trip to St. George to watch Spencer play in a soccer tournament. Not to brag, but first, Spencer's team won the championship, and second, it was in the 50s most days. Take that, Eden!
I confess, the thought of a 5-hour drive while 6 months pregnant with two young kids to a hotel room with little to do for four days sounded GREAT. It really turned out fun, though. I don't want to say the outlets in St. George were ALL the reason I had a good time, but it did help that first day! I totally scored at some of the kids' stores down there. We also drove to Zion, although not into the park because, well, it's $25 and we'd been to the outlet stores. Also, we'd been driving for awhile already and Sasha was telling us he wanted OUT. Zane took us offroading in the Explorer and almost drove off a cliff. He would claim I am exaggerating and had my eyes closed anyway. Whatever.
I'm happy to be home, though. The kids have their own rooms here, which is vital for nap time, and sleeping through the night doesn't come easily when mamas have their "do my kids need me" ears on. It was also great to sleep in my own bed last night. All these advantages, however, waned when I woke up to a snowstorm. Imagine, spring....
I confess, the thought of a 5-hour drive while 6 months pregnant with two young kids to a hotel room with little to do for four days sounded GREAT. It really turned out fun, though. I don't want to say the outlets in St. George were ALL the reason I had a good time, but it did help that first day! I totally scored at some of the kids' stores down there. We also drove to Zion, although not into the park because, well, it's $25 and we'd been to the outlet stores. Also, we'd been driving for awhile already and Sasha was telling us he wanted OUT. Zane took us offroading in the Explorer and almost drove off a cliff. He would claim I am exaggerating and had my eyes closed anyway. Whatever.
I'm happy to be home, though. The kids have their own rooms here, which is vital for nap time, and sleeping through the night doesn't come easily when mamas have their "do my kids need me" ears on. It was also great to sleep in my own bed last night. All these advantages, however, waned when I woke up to a snowstorm. Imagine, spring....
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Pregnancy
I have been informed my public (that's you) that you have not heard enough about my pregnancy! Well, I am coming up on my third trimester already! I can hardly believe it. I've been told a lot lately I am glowing and have a cute belly. I must be in the cute stage of pregnancy. That follows the "evil eye" stage where people wonder if you're pregnant or fat, and precedes the rude "you're about to pop! Are you sure you're not having twins? WHEN are you due?" stage.
The one thing I really don't like about how I look -- besides the slight weight gain is my belly button. It popped out at, I dunno, two months. People keep saying it's "cute." I think it's the type of "cute" that means "I want to comment on how funny that is, but don't want to be rude" cute. Like, "your baby's head is so cute!" when what you mean is, "that head sure is a funny shape!" or "those ears are so cute!" meaning, "Whoa, do those ears stick out!" That kind of cute. It's weird, it gets bugged by being rubbed by my shirt, and sticks out like an inch. Not cute!
Yesterday I had to walk some students to the library (1/2 mile), stand for two hours, and walk back. Fun much? No. I hurt so much I could only waddle for the rest of the day. I could hardly sit, stand, or walk for more than 15 minutes. I'm thinking in May I won't be taking the PE class off campus.
And in other funny news, I bent over to put Sasha's shoes on this morning, and my poor pants, that had made it through 2 1/2 pregnancies, gave up the ghost. They split, and not at a seam. Right across my butt. In the place that says, "Maybe you should reconsider your pants size." Sigh. I'm sure it's just that the pants are, you know, old. Or something.
The one thing I really don't like about how I look -- besides the slight weight gain is my belly button. It popped out at, I dunno, two months. People keep saying it's "cute." I think it's the type of "cute" that means "I want to comment on how funny that is, but don't want to be rude" cute. Like, "your baby's head is so cute!" when what you mean is, "that head sure is a funny shape!" or "those ears are so cute!" meaning, "Whoa, do those ears stick out!" That kind of cute. It's weird, it gets bugged by being rubbed by my shirt, and sticks out like an inch. Not cute!
Yesterday I had to walk some students to the library (1/2 mile), stand for two hours, and walk back. Fun much? No. I hurt so much I could only waddle for the rest of the day. I could hardly sit, stand, or walk for more than 15 minutes. I'm thinking in May I won't be taking the PE class off campus.
And in other funny news, I bent over to put Sasha's shoes on this morning, and my poor pants, that had made it through 2 1/2 pregnancies, gave up the ghost. They split, and not at a seam. Right across my butt. In the place that says, "Maybe you should reconsider your pants size." Sigh. I'm sure it's just that the pants are, you know, old. Or something.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Skiing, take 2
Sabrina and Zane went skiing again on Saturday. Getting on boots, fine. Getting on skis, fine. Letting go of Mom with skis on feet: major trama. PLUS, mean ol' Daddy wanted her to hang onto ski poles, instead of him holding onto her for the duration. However, she came down the bunny hill saying, "I am so brave!" Just what I wanted for you, darling.
Zane again took Sabrina on the real ski lift, which again was hardest on Mommy, I think. However, everyone made it down safely and the new method of Sabrina holding onto ski poles was successful. Zane even had enough energy to take a "real" run down the mountain, i.e. without Sabrina! Last time he collapsed at my feet (a not uncommon occurrence)and, since he was sans poles, I had to pull him back up.
While the skiing lesson was going on, Sasha was brave enough to walk on the snow. Last time he had been traumatized by walking on the frozen reservoir and being unable to maintain solid footing, but he found snow-walking not quite so scary. Sadly, he was sans gloves, so mean ol' Mommy wouldn't let him dig in the snow.
Overall, a successful outing with such brave kids.
Zane again took Sabrina on the real ski lift, which again was hardest on Mommy, I think. However, everyone made it down safely and the new method of Sabrina holding onto ski poles was successful. Zane even had enough energy to take a "real" run down the mountain, i.e. without Sabrina! Last time he collapsed at my feet (a not uncommon occurrence)and, since he was sans poles, I had to pull him back up.
While the skiing lesson was going on, Sasha was brave enough to walk on the snow. Last time he had been traumatized by walking on the frozen reservoir and being unable to maintain solid footing, but he found snow-walking not quite so scary. Sadly, he was sans gloves, so mean ol' Mommy wouldn't let him dig in the snow.
Overall, a successful outing with such brave kids.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Snow? Really?
Considering how far I have to drive on one-half of the working days of this school year, I have not mourned the comparative absence of snow this year. I know, I know, it's not just about me. Farmers, ranchers, and Lake Powell enthusiasts, to say nothing of skiiers, are grouchy about no snow. But, being pregnant and not a farmer, I don't really care. I care that the roads have been dry and ice-free. So it should come as no surprise that this current rash of storms is a bummer for me.
I blame the Indians.
Let me explain. This is not a racist statement. Park City had a bunch of Utes (I think) do a snow dance. Well, it worked, darn it. And now I have to face a commute of wet roads and possible icy conditions. Thanks a lot, snow gods. Next time, consider the commuters and not just the people who make a living on having enough water, okay?
I blame the Indians.
Let me explain. This is not a racist statement. Park City had a bunch of Utes (I think) do a snow dance. Well, it worked, darn it. And now I have to face a commute of wet roads and possible icy conditions. Thanks a lot, snow gods. Next time, consider the commuters and not just the people who make a living on having enough water, okay?
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Being A Mama
Yesterday I was writing my tribute to Rob, and crying, of course. It's just so tragic. Anyway, Sabrina asked me why I was crying, and I told her, and she said "I take care of you." So sweet. So I went to the bathroom to wash my face, and there, in all its glory, was a sticker on my forehead. It just seemed so incongruous, you know? Crying over a friend (tragic) while a sticker is on my forehead (comic). Only a mama.
I know it's kind of trivial after more talk about Rob, but Sabrina's potty training is going so well! She almost never has any kind of accident. If you're not in the Freudian anal stage with someone in your family, you may want to skip the rest of this post. Anyway, I promised Sabrina a special treat if she went poop in the potty. Do you know her special treat of choice for being such a big girl? A bottle. That's right, for being a big girl she gets to regress. I don't care. It's SO worth it.
The new baby, christened Jemonis by Sabrina, is doing great. I had my big ultrasound, and the tech said he looks perfect. And man, that kid is definitely a boy! No question at all. So he and Sasha will be 20 months apart, but only a year apart in school. There are good and bad things about that, I guess.
I'm loving little Sasha lately. He's been less fussy and tantrum-y, and so loving! He loves to share, which is so sweet, even though I don't really want a bite of his slobbery cookie or drink of his bottle. So cute.
I need to go, because Sabrina is insisting I watch her tricks, and I'm worried she going to jump right on top of me and my computer. And even though she's only 23 pounds, she can do a lot of damage!
I know it's kind of trivial after more talk about Rob, but Sabrina's potty training is going so well! She almost never has any kind of accident. If you're not in the Freudian anal stage with someone in your family, you may want to skip the rest of this post. Anyway, I promised Sabrina a special treat if she went poop in the potty. Do you know her special treat of choice for being such a big girl? A bottle. That's right, for being a big girl she gets to regress. I don't care. It's SO worth it.
The new baby, christened Jemonis by Sabrina, is doing great. I had my big ultrasound, and the tech said he looks perfect. And man, that kid is definitely a boy! No question at all. So he and Sasha will be 20 months apart, but only a year apart in school. There are good and bad things about that, I guess.
I'm loving little Sasha lately. He's been less fussy and tantrum-y, and so loving! He loves to share, which is so sweet, even though I don't really want a bite of his slobbery cookie or drink of his bottle. So cute.
I need to go, because Sabrina is insisting I watch her tricks, and I'm worried she going to jump right on top of me and my computer. And even though she's only 23 pounds, she can do a lot of damage!
Friday, January 20, 2012
Loss
As you can see from my last posting, my friend Rob died last week. Well, he didn't exactly just die. He killed himself. He's struggled with depression for most of his adult life, which made him hopeless. It makes me sad. Very, very sad. I haven't even talked with Rob in several years, but I still considered him my friend.
I have to believe that Rob is happier now. At least, his earthly sorrow must be gone, since it was a consequence of living in this mortal world. Just like if he'd been in physical pain, the emotional pain he was in must be gone. I'm so glad the church has backed away from the hurtful doctrine about suicide being murder. I can't imagine where their hearts, sensitivity, and heck, spiritual discernment were. Didn't an apostle recently say we cannot judge what their state was when they died? I cannot believe Rob, the amazing, good man that he is, would be so condemned.
Rob's obituary said he was kind and good, and treated everyone in a way that made them feel special. I think this is true. I remember the long talks we had about everything from doctrine to psychology to our lives, and how well he could listen and appreciate good conversation (mine, of course!). He was a wonderful musician, and I pay him the highest tribute when I say that, as a ward organist, he never bugged me. That is an achievement! He played the right speed and tempo, and didn't screw up. Is this damning with faint praise? I swear, this is a HUGE compliment! Rob also had a great singing voice. I remember him singing one of the "We Three Kings" verses in church around Christmas a few years ago, and thinking how gifted he was. And cute, too.
Of course I simultaneously want to believe and do not want to believe that I could have helped him had I been around for him these past few years. But I cannot believe I would have made a difference. From all accounts, he was married to a wonderful woman, and he had great sisters and parents. I just wish I could have. I wish he didn't feel so hopeless, so despondent, so certain things would never get better. I wish he was still happy, thoughtful, caring, and alive.
We'll miss you, Rob. I hope you are at peace now. Our world is darker without you.
I have to believe that Rob is happier now. At least, his earthly sorrow must be gone, since it was a consequence of living in this mortal world. Just like if he'd been in physical pain, the emotional pain he was in must be gone. I'm so glad the church has backed away from the hurtful doctrine about suicide being murder. I can't imagine where their hearts, sensitivity, and heck, spiritual discernment were. Didn't an apostle recently say we cannot judge what their state was when they died? I cannot believe Rob, the amazing, good man that he is, would be so condemned.
Rob's obituary said he was kind and good, and treated everyone in a way that made them feel special. I think this is true. I remember the long talks we had about everything from doctrine to psychology to our lives, and how well he could listen and appreciate good conversation (mine, of course!). He was a wonderful musician, and I pay him the highest tribute when I say that, as a ward organist, he never bugged me. That is an achievement! He played the right speed and tempo, and didn't screw up. Is this damning with faint praise? I swear, this is a HUGE compliment! Rob also had a great singing voice. I remember him singing one of the "We Three Kings" verses in church around Christmas a few years ago, and thinking how gifted he was. And cute, too.
Of course I simultaneously want to believe and do not want to believe that I could have helped him had I been around for him these past few years. But I cannot believe I would have made a difference. From all accounts, he was married to a wonderful woman, and he had great sisters and parents. I just wish I could have. I wish he didn't feel so hopeless, so despondent, so certain things would never get better. I wish he was still happy, thoughtful, caring, and alive.
We'll miss you, Rob. I hope you are at peace now. Our world is darker without you.
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