Quick Update

Hi All!

I know I've been a little MIA lately. Life has just gotten busy and I haven't had much time or energy to spare, as much as I miss blogging.

My son has been waking up with the sun (at least an hour earlier than usual) and naps are getting shorter. I've also had a few work projects that needed to get done (I usually have a bit more flexibility with my hours) so when he's sleeping, I've been working.

So all this has resulted in major bloggy slacking.

I hope to be back in action soon, but I just need a little break from the non-essentials.

Preschool starts in a few weeks so that should really help with the time crunch.

Also, just wanted to say that my girls weekend was great. We went out to a couple of meals, got pedicures and went to a movie. I even went to a drive-in movie for the first time since I was a kid.

It was wonderful to unwind with two of my favorite people. It was good to get back home, but it was also nice to get a long enough break to actually miss them.

I also miss you all. I promise I'll be by to catch up as soon as I can.

Girls Weekend (Really!)

I'm going away this weekend.

And I'm leaving the boys at home!

This is only the second time I've left my son over night since he was born and the first time was for a work conference.

I'm so excited.

I'm driving to Blacksburg Virginia with a girlfriend to visit another friend whose husband is in vet school at Virginia Tech.

We don't have any big plans, but just watching a movie in the theatre, eating a meal out and maybe getting a pedicure sounds like a little slice of heaven right now.

I love my life and I love my son, but I am in need of a break.

I will happily play Auntie to my friend's girls, but I am excited to clock out of the mommy role for a day or two.

Chasing a toddler is hard work and being pregnant certainly doesn't make it any easier.

I can feel my patience sketching a little thinner than usual right now. And I really don't like it.

I'm hoping a weekend away will help me recharge the battery a bit.

Hope everybody else has a great weekend.

P.S. Sorry to anybody I confused yesterday. Betty and Veronica are comic book characters that have been caught in a love triangle for over 60 years. It was announced this week that boy in the middle was finally choosing one girl (the rich, bratty one) and proposing to her.

He's Not Worth It!

(Did anybody else see this? - Poor Betty! Archie will propose to Veronica )

Dear Betty,

Cheer up girl. He isn't worth the tears.

For years he's been waffling between the two of you.

Nobody wants a man who can't make up his mind.

You've baked for him, helped him with homework, fixed his car and have been generally way, way too understanding.

It's time to move on.

Let's face it -Veronica is a spoiled brat.

I think marrying her is actually the perfect revenge for the way he's treated you. I'm willing to bet she is going to be hell to live with (not to mention expensive to maintain).

I think it's time to put on your skimpiest dress, call up your other girlfriends and go out on the town.

You're the blond after all. You're supposed to having more fun.

Sincerely,
Me

P.S. Don't be dumb and agree to be her maid of honor. The word bridezilla comes to mind.

When Did Food Get So Damn Good?

I am normally in the "my body is a temple" school of thought.

The genetic realities of the double whammy of a mother with Parkinson's and a father who died young of a heart attacked scared me straight.

Before the pregnancy roller coaster ride started, I had a pretty healthy lifestyle.

I tried to eat a lot of fruits and vegetables and limited meat. We rarely ate out (both for health reasons and that whole one income thing).

I don't even remember the last time I had fast food pre-pregnancy.

Now it's like hungry teenage boy has taken over my body.

I went to Taco Bell three times last week. THREE TIMES!

And it was delicious. Better than delicious. It was so good I can't even begin to describe it.

And yesterday, I was rummaging through the kitchen and I couldn't find anything I wanted.

Then I remembered the bag of Doritos leftover from our last cookout in the laundry room.

The stupid chips had been in the cabinet undisturbed and forgotten for months!

I planned to eat a few chips...

A third of the bag was gone in 10 minutes. (Have Doritos always been this good? Why didn't anybody tell me?)

It's like I have no control of myself at all.

I don't remember being quite so ridiculous when I was pregnant with my son. Maybe I just blocked it from my mind?

My weight gain has been pretty limited to date (probably because I spent a significant portion of this summer with my head in the toilet) so I'm hoping this is just my body making up for lost time.

If things don't settle down, I guess we'll see how much damage I can do in the next 20 weeks.

Now you'll have to excuse me because I need to go get a snack.

Hold the Side of Guilt Please

Dear Safeway Checkout Lady,

I get it.

It's hot out and I'm grocery shopping with my toddler.

Yes, he is probably hot. So am I.

(He is also dressed lightly, wearing a hat, has a sippy cup filled with water and was placed into a car with the air condition cranking already for the 5 minute drive to the store. We'll ignore that for now.)

The bottom line: we need food. We need milk. I have to get the shopping done.

And I can't exactly leave the little guy at home.

Due to doctor's appointments, nap time and other stuff it's stresses me out to even try to list, this is the time I have to go shopping. I know it's late afternoon and it's still very hot out, but frankly it's shop now or we all eat McDonald's for the next three days.

I'm doing the best I can here.

For the record, I'm pretty sure you are the same lady who gave me crap for my reusable cloth bags being wrinkled and "hard to use".

I'm just trying to do my part for the planet and feed my family something relatively nutritious so back off a little.

Please just swipe my credit card, be thankful my kid isn't screaming and hold the commentary.

If not, next time I have hundred coupons and a fussy kid I'm totally heading straight to your line.

Sincerely,
Me

RTT - Mommy's a Little Freaked Out Right Now

Today is Tuesday, which means that the Un-Mom is up to her usual antics, hosting:



Let us begin...

Life is busier than usual right now.

Well, I'm not sure if I'm actually super busy or I'm just building it all up in my mind.

It's hot and I'm pregnant.

It's possible I may be overreacting. I guess I'm willing to admit the possibility...but I wouldn't suggest it if I were you (especially if you're married to me).

Our usual routine is all disturbed right now. The little man just made the switch to a real "big boy" bed. It's going better than expected, but naps haven't been consistent at all so it makes planning hard (and I really like to plan).

My son is also starting preschool two mornings a week in September.

All kinds of new things are sprouting up on the to do list - orientation nights, paperwork that needs filled out, minor freaks out about leaving my son in the care of somebody else for the first time, etc.

(I know it's only 6 hours a week, but logic isn't currently wearing the pants in my brain).

Also I keep seeing things that make me nervous about mothering a new baby girl.

Things like the Toddlers and Tiara promos on TLC.

Have you see it? Does it not freak you out a little bit?

And I thought dolls were relatively safe, if rather pink. But no - Controversial new doll mimics breast-feeding

I'm all for breast feeding, but I think this just goes a little too far.

Then there is this - High heels for babies: Cute or creepy?

That's right folks. Little high heels for girls who can't even walk yet.

I think there is a possibility that I could see the humor in it at another time, but right now it just too much to process.

Deep breathes. Deep breathes.

I can handle this.

I can mother two kids. I can handle the transition to big boy stuff and preschool.

Maybe I need a girls night out?

High Heels and Saggy Boobs

I hate high heels.

Maybe it's because I'm clumsy or that I'm the same height as my husband, but I have to admit I am extremely grateful that flats are somewhat stylist these days. (I'd be wearing them anyway.)

I'd wear them when a suit was required back in the professional days and I'll admit they make your legs look great, but in general, heels hurt and they slow me down. (And I'm clumsy...there are have a few unfortunate incidents involving high heels.)

I really do hate them. I'm willing to guess they weren't invented by a women.

And now I have a whole new reason to hold a grudge - Why High Heels Make Women's Breast Sag

(Aren't you glad they clarified the "women's breast" part, there might have been confusion otherwise.)

According to the article, high heels make your ankle muscles tight, which in turn makes the muscles all the way up to your lower back tight. You then automatically compensate by hunching forward, making your breasts look saggy and your gut protrude.

It paints a very sexy picture, doesn't it?

Apparently posture is all important and heels throw the whole thing off.

Damn those silly shoes!

It's a...

GIRL!

I had my sonogram this morning. First and most important, the baby looks healthy. It is very reassuring to know that my baby appears to be developing the way she should.

Second and still very exciting, it looks like we'll be having a daughter.

We'll have one of each! I would have been happy to have two boys, but I am thrilled to get the experience of having a girl.

Visions of cute pink dresses and hair bows are dancing in my head.

Mother daughter spa days, girly movie dates, shopping trips...a whole new world of possibilities is open.

I'm excited to have an excuse to buy new baby clothes. (Is there anything more fun than buying baby clothes, especially girl clothes?)

I have suffered a few flashbacks of some of the nastier things to leave my mouth as a teenage girl, but for now I'm focusing on adorable baby stuff.

I certainly don't want to rush this time, but I can't wait for this new addition to our family.

Life is good!

I hope all is well with all of you. Have a great Tuesday.