He said: I don’t know.
She said: Maybe there’s nothing to know.
He said: Maybe there is everything to know.
She said: Maybe everything is known, it’s just a matter of remembering.
He said: I don’t know…
This is not an unusual conversation between my husband and myself. Just another of the hundreds, nay thousands, of reasons we are perfect for each other. We like to talk about stuff, even when it’s really nothing.
Oh Leachco Snoogle Loop Contoured Fit Body Pillow, when we first met I was skeptical. As a dyed-in-the-wool back sleeper, I just could believe that a pillow would make sleeping on my side more comfortable than sleeping on my back. I’ve met other body pillows and it just didn’t seem likely. But I was willing to give you a try, as my belly is growing and slumber eluded my regular sleeping positions.
Alas, dear pillow, if I had only known! I’m cushioned and cradled and I sleep better than (dare I say it) ever before in my life. I know, I know, it’s a bold statement but I wake up feeling great. Inspired. Transcendent. My body doesn’t ache and as I stretch out to begin my day I feel that much more hopeful. It’s true; a pillow has given me hope.
I like to call you my nest. Chris calls you my life boat. Either way, it’s all true. While my husbands arms are by-far the number 1 most comfortable place in the world, you dear pillow are an exceptional 2nd place. Superior only in that you do not complain when I am fidgety.
I am so enamored dear Snoogle that I am tempted to bring into the house your cousin, the Back ‘N Belly Contoured Body Pillow. Not that I would abandon you, but only give you a night off now and again.
Thank you Snoogle. Thank you Leacho*. Never a pillow so wonderful did I ever meet.
*I was not paid, just inspired.
When someone gets pregnant in a movie we see something like this:
Now, I’m a grown woman and I know that things do not happen the way they are portrayed at the theater. I mean who wants to watch a movie with nine-months of the realities of pregnancy? That just doesn’t make good entertainment. And yet, I find I have these subtle expectations that are being smashed to bits by reality.
For example, today was my weigh in day. So far, I’ve gained 1 pound and 0 inches (I’m not complaining by the way, just an example). I have a small bump; however, you can’t really tell because I had the same bump pre-pregnancy (only before it was filled with things like cheese and fries instead of baby and cookies). The difference now is it is a hard bump instead of the squishy (tee-hee) quality it usually has. So, I don’t really look pregnant yet.
My subtle expectation is that I will wake up one morning and have ballooned in weight and size. I’ve been told this is true; however, I thought it was going to happen a few weeks ago around mid-week 15. My expectations are wrong. It takes a long time to grow a baby, like months! (duh, I know.)
I’m mid-17 weeks and I keep reminding myself to savor each moment. But honestly, I can’t wait until I have a cute bump and can feel the sprout kicking—any day now. For now, it’s dry toast and water to alleviate that morning sickness that didn’t magically disappear after 14 weeks. Oh the harsh realities!
No, I don’t want to start fresh in 2010. Eh, I’ll pass on the goals setting (and the best applications to track them). Bah, I’m just not interesting in the whole New-Year resolution thing this year. Maybe it’s because I’m pregnant (and pregnant women are smug*) and it just doesn’t seem that important. I’m growing a person! Isn’t that enough?
This is all a bit tongue in cheek. I’ve been seeing a lot of articles about setting goals and keeping resolutions. Normally, I love stuff like that (any time of the year), but for now I just shrug and move on to something else.
That’s not to say I don’t have areas I’d like to improve. I just don’t feel like over thinking and planning and reading articles and tracking it and poking it and prodding it—a significant transition over my pre-pregnancy self. I just feel more relaxed about it all.
So, here are a few things I’m not thinking about, but doing as I progress through my 2nd and 3rd trimester:
That’s it. I’m not going to make a chart with gold stars or find an application for my phone to help me keep these new habits–I’m just going to do them.
*Reference to this a little musical ode to pregnancy. Enjoy!
(Warning: one bad word for those who have sensitive ears.)
It’s 2010 and I couldn’t happier. Many wonderful things happened in 2009 (married my best friend, and got pregnant) but it was a tough year (step-dad went through cancer treatment, my pay was cut and my hours increased). I’m looking forward to a new year. And though I am optimistic every year, I do feel that things are on the up swing (my step-father’s cancer is gone, my job is stable, and we are having a baby in June!) 2009, farewell, you were a year of change as promised.
I normally write a long post recapping my year; however, this year I’m going to let that previous paragraph stand as my recap. If you’ve come over from Living Juicy, welcome. This post is somewhat of a duplicate to announce my intentions to begin blogging about family on this site, which was originally designed to provide information about our wedding. For those who know this site from the wedding plans, hope you’ll keep reading as we change formats a bit. I will keep living juicy as a portfolio blog for those creative endeavors I’d like to show off.
This blog will undergo some design changes in the near future and the content will be updated more regularly. I will write about things that I cook (because I love to cook), and things that we do, and ways I am preparing to help this family expand. Does that sound interesting? If so, come along and don’t mind the mess as I rearrange and reconfigure both blogs to fit their new purpose. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday season, now let’s get on with the new year!
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Chris and Syd hiking on Christmas day at Bowman Bay, near Deception Pass. Looking forward to the new year.
Update: Holy Moly, do you see that list? I set this new feature up and it seems it had to start with pulling every short thought from twitter I’ve had since the beginning of the year. I was going to edit it down to just the last week, but it’s sort of amusing to read. So, click more to read the full list.
Certainly, Brazoria County boasts a bigger event, but the Island County Fair was a fun event.
In my youth, I spent my time at the fairgrounds riding any ride that made you dizzy enough to puke and running around with my friends. As a young adult, I spent most of my time in the beer gardens or at the barbecue cook-off. These days, I find my thrills in the exhibit halls. Here are some of my favorite photos from the day.
Betty Davis eyes on the alpaca. They weren’t humming. The girl answering questions said it was because they were separated from their friends. Get the whole story
