Well, the nausea that I missed out on in the first trimester has hit me. I'm nauseated if I don't eat, I'm nauseated for hours after I eat. I can handle bland foods like crackers and toast, and certain soups, and if I eat slooooowwwwwlllllyyyy I can keep the nausea from coming for a few hours. The hard part is to try and tell Al I have to have my food made separate. He likes spices, and I just don't think I can eat them.
On fun news, we went to see Guyliner at 529 Friday night. It was loud fun as always, and one of the singers is also 5 months pregnant. During one song, she and Colleen were dancing, and Colleen pulled me up front where the other mama and I did some weird belly rubbing dance in front of everyone. Great time, and I think that should be a new fertility dance.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
RIP
My Old Navy sandals were not attractive, and very earth mothery, but they were so comfortable. My ankles never turned in them, my feet didn't ache, and the straps didn't suddenly decide to unbuckle mid-walk, making my foot take a sharp slide forward and hit the pavement, scraping my nail polish and bruising my toe. Do you know how weird it is to bruise a TOE?
Plus, since most of my shoes have been getting a little too tight for my pregger feet, these babies were a total godsend.
Unfortunately, I guess my precious shoes were unaccustomed to daily use, and today I finally had to throw them out after the sole of my right one came completely off. It had been coming apart for about two weeks now, but today was the ultimate rip. After I finally located another pair of sandals (out of 5 pairs, all i can find is the left shoe from each one. What the hell?), I bid my beloved ugly shoes a fond farewell and chucked them. Of course, these are a pair that provide no support and seem to have a goal of crippling me, so they are VERY temporary.
I guess the time is drawing near to invest in comfy ballet flats and sturdy shoes. A size bigger, too, it looks like. *Sigh* I was really hoping to avoid the swollen feet part, seeing as how I'm 5'3" and wear a size 9. C'mon, baby, you're making me look like a crazy cartoon character.
Plus, since most of my shoes have been getting a little too tight for my pregger feet, these babies were a total godsend.
Unfortunately, I guess my precious shoes were unaccustomed to daily use, and today I finally had to throw them out after the sole of my right one came completely off. It had been coming apart for about two weeks now, but today was the ultimate rip. After I finally located another pair of sandals (out of 5 pairs, all i can find is the left shoe from each one. What the hell?), I bid my beloved ugly shoes a fond farewell and chucked them. Of course, these are a pair that provide no support and seem to have a goal of crippling me, so they are VERY temporary.
I guess the time is drawing near to invest in comfy ballet flats and sturdy shoes. A size bigger, too, it looks like. *Sigh* I was really hoping to avoid the swollen feet part, seeing as how I'm 5'3" and wear a size 9. C'mon, baby, you're making me look like a crazy cartoon character.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Balancing Act, the First
The first because I'm sure there'll be more to come.
Today was the supposed to be the day we found out the baby's sex. However, due to Baby being all coy, the most we could get is, "I think it's a girl, but I'm not 100%." So, we told them we would pay the $45 charge next visit to get another sonogram, and hopefully we'll have some cooperation.
(I think it is a girl, but Al wants to know for sure. He did want another son, and is used to calling my belly "Little Man." Oh well).
There are two more things rising up that I feel repeating them over and over makes me sound like a shrew, but really I don't think I'm being unreasonable.
Okay, first: Al keeps saying he wants to go on a cruise to the Bahamas for our honeymoon. Sounds wonderful, right? Except, we're staying at my parents to save money for a house and keep up with bills and car payments. Also, I'm going to be seven months pregnant. I'm no Betheny Frankel, so I will NOT be cavorting around in a bikini, perfectly thin except for my belly. Besides the fact I'll be huge, I might have some serious jungle growth going on down there. I say I'll get waxed when my bell gets too big for me to shave, but you know I'll probably chicken out.
Also, it's my first trip to the Bahamas, and not only won't I be all cute in my bathing suit with NO body hair, I can't go diving, I can't drink exotic alcohol drinks in coconut shells, and I can't eat shellfish or most seafood. Yay great vacation!!
So I suggested we do it on our one year anniversary. He seems to be ok with that, but every few days he suggests the honeymoon cruise again.
We have agreed we should at least have our own hotel room for our ~*Wedding Night*~ so we can have "alone" time away from the parents' house. I know my parents will endorse this wholeheartedly.
Today was the supposed to be the day we found out the baby's sex. However, due to Baby being all coy, the most we could get is, "I think it's a girl, but I'm not 100%." So, we told them we would pay the $45 charge next visit to get another sonogram, and hopefully we'll have some cooperation.
(I think it is a girl, but Al wants to know for sure. He did want another son, and is used to calling my belly "Little Man." Oh well).
There are two more things rising up that I feel repeating them over and over makes me sound like a shrew, but really I don't think I'm being unreasonable.
Okay, first: Al keeps saying he wants to go on a cruise to the Bahamas for our honeymoon. Sounds wonderful, right? Except, we're staying at my parents to save money for a house and keep up with bills and car payments. Also, I'm going to be seven months pregnant. I'm no Betheny Frankel, so I will NOT be cavorting around in a bikini, perfectly thin except for my belly. Besides the fact I'll be huge, I might have some serious jungle growth going on down there. I say I'll get waxed when my bell gets too big for me to shave, but you know I'll probably chicken out.
Also, it's my first trip to the Bahamas, and not only won't I be all cute in my bathing suit with NO body hair, I can't go diving, I can't drink exotic alcohol drinks in coconut shells, and I can't eat shellfish or most seafood. Yay great vacation!!
So I suggested we do it on our one year anniversary. He seems to be ok with that, but every few days he suggests the honeymoon cruise again.
We have agreed we should at least have our own hotel room for our ~*Wedding Night*~ so we can have "alone" time away from the parents' house. I know my parents will endorse this wholeheartedly.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Everything Happens When I'm Not Writing
I've spent the past four days in Alabama, in my future in-laws RV. Al's brother Andy got married this Saturday.
I've spent most of this trip sleeping and eating, which means I do not know if my belly is normal baby bump or is now mostly food. While it's been great staying here, I know I have to get back to a normal and healthy eating routine tomorrow.
Tuesday we have our ultrasound! Al's aunt Coqui is taking us, so she will be there when we find out if it's a boy or girl. We're both excited. We talk to the baby constantly and Al will rub my belly while we're laying down or in bed.
I also find out if I can get back to more activity. I'd love to do yoga and some light cardio and weights. It's easy to fall into that "eating for two" trap and just stuff whatever strikes your fancy into your face. If I keep that up, I'm going to be 200 pounds in my wedding dress. That weight isn't only unattractive for a 5'3" girl, it's not healthy. That would be a weight gain of over 50 pounds. Not to mention we wouldn't be able to see the baby kick!
My future in laws have two chihuahuas, Lola and Pepe. They love to beg for food, bark, and hide when you try to pick them up. They are absolutely adorable. Actually, Pepe loves to be cuddled, but Lola's a little trickier. She did let me hold her for a little bit today.
The wedding was gorgeous. It was held at Mathews Manor in Argo, Alabama.
(Al just came inside and kissed me. His breath was heavy on the tobacco. Yuk!)
Thia place is gorgeous. Lots of fountains and plants, beautiful buildings, lots of space. The colors were red, white and black-very simple and classy. The men were very handsome in their black tuxes with red ties, and the bridesmaids had Grecian style floor length gowns in red. The food was buffet style, with a mashed potato bar, sliced meat for sandwiches, fruits, pasta salad, and veggies. The bride's cake was layers of vanilla and chocolate, and the groom's was red velvet with a Florida Gators theme.
The ceremony music was performed by Act of Congress. There was a DJ for the ceremony. We took back big bricks of cake, and Jimmy (future pop-in-law) just brought home another whole cake. We have cake coming out of our ears, eyes, nose and fridge. I will say, though, this new cake, which is also a red velvet, is incredibly delicious.
I've spent most of this trip sleeping and eating, which means I do not know if my belly is normal baby bump or is now mostly food. While it's been great staying here, I know I have to get back to a normal and healthy eating routine tomorrow.
Tuesday we have our ultrasound! Al's aunt Coqui is taking us, so she will be there when we find out if it's a boy or girl. We're both excited. We talk to the baby constantly and Al will rub my belly while we're laying down or in bed.
I also find out if I can get back to more activity. I'd love to do yoga and some light cardio and weights. It's easy to fall into that "eating for two" trap and just stuff whatever strikes your fancy into your face. If I keep that up, I'm going to be 200 pounds in my wedding dress. That weight isn't only unattractive for a 5'3" girl, it's not healthy. That would be a weight gain of over 50 pounds. Not to mention we wouldn't be able to see the baby kick!
My future in laws have two chihuahuas, Lola and Pepe. They love to beg for food, bark, and hide when you try to pick them up. They are absolutely adorable. Actually, Pepe loves to be cuddled, but Lola's a little trickier. She did let me hold her for a little bit today.
The wedding was gorgeous. It was held at Mathews Manor in Argo, Alabama.
(Al just came inside and kissed me. His breath was heavy on the tobacco. Yuk!)
Thia place is gorgeous. Lots of fountains and plants, beautiful buildings, lots of space. The colors were red, white and black-very simple and classy. The men were very handsome in their black tuxes with red ties, and the bridesmaids had Grecian style floor length gowns in red. The food was buffet style, with a mashed potato bar, sliced meat for sandwiches, fruits, pasta salad, and veggies. The bride's cake was layers of vanilla and chocolate, and the groom's was red velvet with a Florida Gators theme.
The ceremony music was performed by Act of Congress. There was a DJ for the ceremony. We took back big bricks of cake, and Jimmy (future pop-in-law) just brought home another whole cake. We have cake coming out of our ears, eyes, nose and fridge. I will say, though, this new cake, which is also a red velvet, is incredibly delicious.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
A Bit of a Change
I was looking forward to doing nothing today. Yesterday wasn't too tough; mind you. I filled in as manager at my job, which was easy because A) the people working are professional and can manage themselves, and B) it was very quiet. There were two things-someone quit on my shift, and it didn't occur to me that the bartender might have needed some extra help with the tennis people who showed up till now. All in all, though, pretty stress-free day.
I went home, put in The Petrified Forest, and was almost immediately bored. I love old movies and Bette Davis, but seriously, this movie, EVEN with Humphrey Bogart as this head of some gang that carjacks and I don't know because I could not pay attention, oh my gosh, this movie is so boring. Also, I had it mixed up with Beyond the Forest when I ordered it, so I probably wasn't going to be happy any way.
Then Al came home, and he had taken a spill on his scooter and wasn't feeling too hot, so I went and got it and cleaned his shoulder and we just rested.
Today, all we planned on doing was working on our yard sale items, our music list, and our want list for where to live in Florida. We got about partway through when our buddy Danilo called and asked if we wanted to be in a music video. Of course! I am a great big ham and okay, a bit of an attention ho, so I am not going to stay at home like I've been doing and let Al go have all the fun.
So, I put on a pair of black slacks that had an elastic waist and my favorite grey shirt that hides the bump while showcasing the cleavage, slapped on a headband and some lipstick, mascara and eyeshadow and off we were to Lenny's.
My last time on a music video was when I was 20 or 21, and was one of several background bathing suit girls for Los Rabanes. We shot at the Coral Gables Venetian Pool, I received $50 for the day, and we ate Pollo Tropical. My friend Mary Ellen brought me, and while she achieved fame through a different genre of film, I had never pursued it. Mostly because I'm lazy. ANYWAY...
So we are in a bar I used to go to fairly often when I still smoked packs of cigarettes, and could drink until I couldn't speak English anymore. During the day, it's actually quite clean and while not bright, per se, at least I could see what was going on.
The crowd was maybe ten people and I hadn't heard of the band, Before the Solstice, but they were pretty cool people. The director was putting everyone through their paces. I was just sitting on the end of the bar. It went something like: guy goes crazy, beats up people, pushes people, licks girl on face, slams guy's head on bar, humps other lady, gets confronted by bouncer and knocked out.
Well, the actress who was getting her face licked had to leave by a certain time, and that time was in 30 minutes, so they had to find a replacement. So who do you think volunteered to get more camera time? If you thought responsible mom-to-be almost wife genes stayed in control, you skimmed over an important part of the post. Of course I volunteered. And yes, I did check with Al, and the actor asked him if it was cool. Al was fine with it, probably because he knew he'd have material to tease me with later.
So we did some run throughs with no licking, and shot video but kept stopping before he got to me, and I'm thinking, Maybe there really isn't a face licking. Maybe it's all mimed. Ha! This is great. I sat there with my soda-disguised-as-cocktail (no one had real alcohol but Al, Danilo, and two girls in the floor scenes, and they had to spend ten minutes peeling off labels. ha! ha!).
So then we shoot, and it wasn't a lick. It was a tongue bath on the entire left side of my face. Three times. My expression wasn't acting; that was NASTY. And of course, I'm the only idiot who'd be like, "Dur dur durrr, how gross can it be? Dogs lick my face all the time and I hate it, but I deal." Oh no, child. It is grooooooooossssssss. And the last time he got my hair. I don't know who was worse off there, except I did wash my hair earlier today, so probably me again.
However, all in all, it was fun, and I can't wait till I see the video, and I will probably post it on Facebook and then I'm sure some people will react to my scene by acting all "How could you cheapen yourself?" like I let someone aim a camera up my twat, but I had a good time and it gave me something to write besides, "I am tired."
We ate at Tin Lizzy's Cantina after, which was good, but not really Mexican or even Spanish, more of a fusion. They had greek tacos, which the guys said were good, but I stuck with chicken tortilla soup and black beans and rice. Then we shared the traditional spanish dessert of fried cheesecaked with huge scoops of ice cream, whipped cream topping and chocolate syrup. I had to drink a ton of water through all this because it was way more sugar and caffeine then I've let myself have in two months. Definitely a special occasion treat.
There was a lot more, but I'll write it tomorrow. It's my day off, and I think the hardest thing I have planned is dropping off my DVD and dropping a load of laundry.
Oh, and on a footnote--we didn't get paid, but we did get free cds of the band, and they are not bad. Which is always a plus. I'll probably have them in my mix while I run around doing nathan tomorrow.
I went home, put in The Petrified Forest, and was almost immediately bored. I love old movies and Bette Davis, but seriously, this movie, EVEN with Humphrey Bogart as this head of some gang that carjacks and I don't know because I could not pay attention, oh my gosh, this movie is so boring. Also, I had it mixed up with Beyond the Forest when I ordered it, so I probably wasn't going to be happy any way.
Then Al came home, and he had taken a spill on his scooter and wasn't feeling too hot, so I went and got it and cleaned his shoulder and we just rested.
Today, all we planned on doing was working on our yard sale items, our music list, and our want list for where to live in Florida. We got about partway through when our buddy Danilo called and asked if we wanted to be in a music video. Of course! I am a great big ham and okay, a bit of an attention ho, so I am not going to stay at home like I've been doing and let Al go have all the fun.
So, I put on a pair of black slacks that had an elastic waist and my favorite grey shirt that hides the bump while showcasing the cleavage, slapped on a headband and some lipstick, mascara and eyeshadow and off we were to Lenny's.
My last time on a music video was when I was 20 or 21, and was one of several background bathing suit girls for Los Rabanes. We shot at the Coral Gables Venetian Pool, I received $50 for the day, and we ate Pollo Tropical. My friend Mary Ellen brought me, and while she achieved fame through a different genre of film, I had never pursued it. Mostly because I'm lazy. ANYWAY...
So we are in a bar I used to go to fairly often when I still smoked packs of cigarettes, and could drink until I couldn't speak English anymore. During the day, it's actually quite clean and while not bright, per se, at least I could see what was going on.
The crowd was maybe ten people and I hadn't heard of the band, Before the Solstice, but they were pretty cool people. The director was putting everyone through their paces. I was just sitting on the end of the bar. It went something like: guy goes crazy, beats up people, pushes people, licks girl on face, slams guy's head on bar, humps other lady, gets confronted by bouncer and knocked out.
Well, the actress who was getting her face licked had to leave by a certain time, and that time was in 30 minutes, so they had to find a replacement. So who do you think volunteered to get more camera time? If you thought responsible mom-to-be almost wife genes stayed in control, you skimmed over an important part of the post. Of course I volunteered. And yes, I did check with Al, and the actor asked him if it was cool. Al was fine with it, probably because he knew he'd have material to tease me with later.
So we did some run throughs with no licking, and shot video but kept stopping before he got to me, and I'm thinking, Maybe there really isn't a face licking. Maybe it's all mimed. Ha! This is great. I sat there with my soda-disguised-as-cocktail (no one had real alcohol but Al, Danilo, and two girls in the floor scenes, and they had to spend ten minutes peeling off labels. ha! ha!).
So then we shoot, and it wasn't a lick. It was a tongue bath on the entire left side of my face. Three times. My expression wasn't acting; that was NASTY. And of course, I'm the only idiot who'd be like, "Dur dur durrr, how gross can it be? Dogs lick my face all the time and I hate it, but I deal." Oh no, child. It is grooooooooossssssss. And the last time he got my hair. I don't know who was worse off there, except I did wash my hair earlier today, so probably me again.
However, all in all, it was fun, and I can't wait till I see the video, and I will probably post it on Facebook and then I'm sure some people will react to my scene by acting all "How could you cheapen yourself?" like I let someone aim a camera up my twat, but I had a good time and it gave me something to write besides, "I am tired."
We ate at Tin Lizzy's Cantina after, which was good, but not really Mexican or even Spanish, more of a fusion. They had greek tacos, which the guys said were good, but I stuck with chicken tortilla soup and black beans and rice. Then we shared the traditional spanish dessert of fried cheesecaked with huge scoops of ice cream, whipped cream topping and chocolate syrup. I had to drink a ton of water through all this because it was way more sugar and caffeine then I've let myself have in two months. Definitely a special occasion treat.
There was a lot more, but I'll write it tomorrow. It's my day off, and I think the hardest thing I have planned is dropping off my DVD and dropping a load of laundry.
Oh, and on a footnote--we didn't get paid, but we did get free cds of the band, and they are not bad. Which is always a plus. I'll probably have them in my mix while I run around doing nathan tomorrow.
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