Wednesday, November 25, 2009


We are hosting Thanksgiving this year. We are expecting Dave's parents and his brother for dinner. Dave found a bunch of recipes online which allowed for many items to be made ahead of time. So today, while I laid on the couch under blankets wishing my sniffly nose and watery eyes would go away, Dave made practically all of Thanksgiving dinner. I am truly a lucky girl.

Tonight, after a minor meltdown about overpriced prenatal vitamins (irrational, I know) we noticed our pipes rattling. Not when water is being used, but when water is not being used. There is a slow hum before the rattling happens. It has increased in frequency to somewhere between 1 and 15 minutes, it hums and rattles.

We called our water company and we considered it an emergency- are our pipes going to burst? Is this being caused by the water supply? We had no idea but didn't want to risk a flood. The water company guys came out to take a look and said there is a leak somewhere and believe the rattling to be caused by our new, one-year-old toilet. So tomorrow, along with Dave's family, we will be entertaining a plumber- hopefully they will find this is under warranty. Awesome.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

It's a new day

I feel oh-so-much-better today. I slept well, I woke up with no heartburn, I went to the gym. Whew! I feel good. The lesson I learned is to eat smaller portions and not to force myself to eat when I don’t feel like it. Last night was one of the first nights during this whole ordeal (being pregnant) that I didn’t eat our planned dinner. I just really couldn’t. I was just beginning to feel better. I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

It’s funny because at our house we don’t typically have extra food around. We’re planners. On Sunday we plan out our meals and buy what we need to eat for the week- generally not much more. But there was some left over bread from Dave’s lunch last week and we do have PB and J hanging around. I just hope that my skipping dinner last night doesn’t mean we end up throwing food out. That would not be good either.

We have a big eating week up ahead. I need to keep my focus and eat only what feels right, not to overindulge and to keep my portions small and healthy. Those are the keys to happiness. Wish me luck!

Monday, November 23, 2009

Hunk of Burning Love

I’ve heard that many women get heartburn when pregnant. And considering how my pregnancy has been going, I assumed I would not be one of those women. I was wrong. It came on lightly, just sometimes if I ate too much. But it seems like I’ve had it every day for the past few days. Today I didn’t even finish my morning coffee and I even took Tums! For a person who really enjoys food, this has put a damper on my eating… not to mention my sleeping. It feels like I’m going to throw up fire. It’s worse when I lay down. Especially cruel is the fact that I alternate from feeling hungry to feeling like I'm going to throw up fire.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009


There are lots of small (or big, depending on how you look at it) changes going on lately. I was wearing my favorite pair of maternity pants yesterday when I realized they were uncomfortable- a little tight around the belly. They are underbelly pants, which mean there is a big elastic waistband that runs under the belly. But goodness, it was digging in yesterday so it might be time to retire those. Then this morning when I was dressing for the gym (yes, I still go SOME days), I had a difficult time finding an appropriate length shirt. So I had to borrow one of Dave’s smaller ones. So the belly is growing.

Baby has been very active lately. Mostly during the day but a few nights I woke up to feel it bouncing around in there. I can definitely feel different mounds, some days on one side and some days on the other. I’m not sure if that’s its head or rump. And Dave can feel it and see it. How cool is that?

We bought some baby stuff this weekend. We bought a glider and a dresser. It’s very exciting to get this stuff, not only to cross it off the ‘to do’ list but it feels so much more real to have a glider in our living room. Or to sit in the chair and pretend. It’s awfully comfortable. We got a super deal on it. And we bought a set of books and a toy/game. I’m not sure how these retailers know we are having a baby but we got a great catalog from Lillian Vernon called Lilly’s Kids or something like that. The stuff in there is really cute and fun.

I’m super excited for my Mom’s visit. She arrives on Thursday. I have so many mom-type questions I haven’t been able to ask. Questions about labor pains, what kind of baby I was, how was delivering me (I think I was induced) etc. I’m super excited!

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Date Night in Hartford

Several months ago we signed up for a half season subscription to a local theater. We got tickets for Mistakes were Made. We began talking about our night out a few weeks ago when we got a great coupon for a restaurant we really like. I even bought a new shirt specifically with this evening in mind. We've got this all planned.

So Saturday morning we wake up and run some errands (more on that later this week) and start talking about what we're going to wear, what time we should leave, where we should park since it's raining etc. Since it's Saturday night in Hartford, we could probably find street parking. And the few times we've been to this restaurant we've had no trouble getting in and have been disappointed at how FAST our service was as though they were specifically focused on the show-going crowd.

So we leave a little before 6 and as we drive by the restaurant entrance looking for parking we notice it appears quite busy in there with some people standing up by the door. I drive around the block, find street parking and walk (with no umbrella in the rain) about a block and a half. We wait in line, ask for a table of 2 and are told they aren't seating anyone without a reservation. Huh? I think tonight might be the Trans Siberian Orchestra at the XL center, but that show is pretty corny and not THAT big, right?

So we rush back to the car and I dial several other restaurants ranging from high end to brew pub, all are running either 1.5 hour waits or not seating until after 9. IN HARTFORD? What is going on?! We consider heading back to our town and call a few restaurants there and they are also running a wait. WHAT? Isn't there a recession going on? What are all these people doing out?!!

So tick tock, tick tock... (OH, and I forgot to mention- Dave looks fantastic in a new silk sweater I got for him and dark pants. I mean, we really dressed up nice for this evening.) Dave looks livid. I'm frustrated because I considered making a reservation but decided against it since it's HARTFORD. So I suggest we head down to Franklin Ave- the Italian area- to find a place offering pizza slices. It's not glamorous, but it's food and most likely it'd be delicious. We drive around, find a pizza spot- we walk in, wait in line for a few minutes when Dave says he'd rather not eat than eat here. So now I'm livid. We head back to the car and I ask what we should do now. It's about 6:55, show starts at 8. Jokingly I suggest Subway as we drive by one. Dave shrugs, ok.

So we walk into Subway in not-so-nice-area-of-Hartford in our hot-date gear, order some subs, find a lovely corner seat by the window and enjoy our sandwiches. We even splurged on cookies- they were no Chocolate Chip left but Oatmeal Raisin was a decent second option. Dave even said 'things are looking up'. It isn't fancy, but it is food. Our mood lightens and we begin to giggle about our hot date. We joke about how we can put our saved money from our frugal dining experience into the baby's college fund. About 10 minutes later we're off to the show.

We arrive with plenty of time, take our seats and sit through 90 minutes of a sorry attempt at comedy. It was really pretty bad- not funny, bad timing, stupid storyline, sloppy script. About halfway through the play I begin to smile. Looking around the theater it appeared that many people were having as difficult a time staying awake or interested as I was. The couples immediately to our right, left and in front were all sleeping or nodding off. It was rough. But it was Date Night.

I was out with my man. After a rough start we had a really lovely night, I mean, come on, there were cookies involved. It was a night filled with some giggles, food and sophisticated entertainment. It was a night we will laugh about for years to come, every time we make a reservation for a restaurant in Hartford, I imagine.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

whoosh whoosh whoosh

Today is one of those days that I will remember for a long time. I am officially heavier than I ever have been. (My last doctors appointment was the heaviest I've ever weighed myself, but it's possible that I weighed more than that at one point but didn't get on a scale.) But today, at the doctors office, getting on that scale and watching the little slider thing continue moving higher and higher I caught a giggle in my throat. Wow, I am heavier than I've ever been. And it shows! The belly is there. Strangers notice it now. It's funny. (thank goodness it's a baby!)

My favorite parts of the doctor appointment are possibly seeing the advice nurse, Shelly (who gave me the H1N1 shot today) and hearing the heartbeat. Shelly is awesome and has helped me through many panic attacks and the heartbeat sounds funny. Dave and I try to make the noise often because it's not like you would think. It's like whoosh, whoosh, except at about 140 times per minute. So today when the doctor found the whoosh whoosh, she listened for longer than I could contain and I started to giggle. Well, she had to stop listening because my giggles interrupted the whoosh whoosh sound. She began again and I giggled again. She tried a few more times and I could not figure out why I couldn't stop giggling. I guess normally by that point the doctor has already flown out of the room and Dave and I do our little heartbeat dance and giggle celebrating this itty bitty life.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

More Happy News

I was reading a 'good' news article today about a guy who won the lottery. This lovely 76 year old retired corrections officer won $6M. And what did he say about it? He said it's 'like getting the best piece of cake in the world'.

Seriously, how precious is that? The man won $6M. He compares it to eating a lovely confection. I want to have a phrase like that and use it regularly. I mean, I like cake. But I think I'd take a crunchy chocolate chip cookie over cake. Although I've had some seriously yummy cake. And does a cinnamon yummy (crumb/coffee cake) count as a cake? Hmmm...

I saw our baby today. I was looking at my belly when I was laying on my back (something they tell me I shouldn't do anymore) and it moved. My belly did a kind of wave. Not a hello/goodbye wave- THAT would freak me out, but like an ocean wave. It was neat. I was poking at it trying to make it do it again but it wouldn't do it on command (go figure). I'll attempt again, with an audience (Dave), because it was really neat. Baby is growing nice and big (or maybe that's because of the cookies and cakes...) but it is beautiful and I love to feel it bouncing around in there. I feel great- good energy level, healthy, sane.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

At least I'm not alone...

I received this email today from a dear friend who is pregnant, due one month before me. I feel no guilt in laughing at her. Yes, you read that correctly. I am laughing at her, not with her. I welcomed her to my loony bin. For those concerned, she's doing much better tonight, but still has a little heartburn. Hang in there Kim! Here's her note:

I have a true story about my morning for you. I think Baby B is trying seriously making me CRAZY. I woke up at 2:30am thinking I might be hungry. By 3am I could not resist the urge for cereal so I got up for an hour watching tv and happily eating my cereal. When I tried to go back to sleep my mind started wandering and ALL I could think about was a sausage egg sandwich from Starbucks. So weird because this is so off the "normal" craving list lately and I have not been able to even say the word egg for about 5 months. Not to mention again that I had just eaten a whole bowl of cereal. So I stayed awake for the rest of the morning thinking of my sandwich and not getting ANY sleep.

After hours of staring at the ceiling I got out of bed and headed to work. On the way I stopped at Starbuck's to get my much thought about sandwich. I hesitantly ate the first bite because I did not know how my tummy was going to react and I was driving so things could go bad quickly. Amazingly I ate that beautiful sausage egg sandwich in about 10 seconds and didn't even flinch at the roof of my mouth burning because it was still so hot. Can I tell you I haven't eaten ANYTHING with so much enthusiasm for MONTHS. It was so good in fact that when I thought about it I burst into tears and cried the whole way into work.

I've dried my tears, have no more skin on the roof of my mouth, made it to work, am EXHAUSTED and have heartburn like CRAZY (god bless the inventor of tums), but I kind of want another sandwich. I have less then 100 days left of being pregnant then the real hormonal roller coaster begins. Am I going to make it? I hope you are having a MUCH better Thursday morning than I am and you got a little laugh at my adventures this morning. KB

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Next home project

We always talked about making our basement more usable. It’s finished, but it’s really not finished.. It’s dark, the carpeting is very thin and the door leading to the bulkhead is hollow (not at all insulated). So we talked about making the basement a living space/TV room once our guest bedroom (soon to be baby’s room) and tv room (soon to be guest bedroom) get occupied.

It occurred to us that once we have a baby, it probably won’t be easy to get a worker in and not completely disrupt our lives. So we decided to, along with getting a new oil tank and feed line, redo the basement before the little peanut arrives. We have 3 people scheduled to give quotes and two in the wings. Last night we had the first contractor and his helper come along. They spent a fair amount of time looking around and writing up a quote. The quote seems fair, a bit higher than what I think it needs to be, he encouraged negotiation. We liked the thoroughness of the quote and I liked the way they talked. I initially thought they sounded like they are Dracula, from Transylvania. But they mentioned they’d speak to each other in Russian.

I think Dave wants to hire them because the helpers name is Igor. He’s little too. Sometimes even the most rational people (Dave) make irrational decisions. I’m game with going with these guys simply due to the fact that the helpers name is Igor too. And because they sound like Dracula.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Not quite the 'glow'

Someone said I looked tired today. And I don't often get told that but when she said it, I realized my eyes were kind of burning and I could feel a little wrinkle under each one, like a little bag. I went to the mirror and peeked at myself and I looked awful. Definitely not the 'glow' I've read about. I looked pooped.

I'd like to blame it on going to the gym this morning. Or maybe the time change. Or perhaps just the Monday morning wearys. But I don't think I can blame it on the baby just yet.

We're excited about many things about the arrival of the little one, but considering how much we enjoy sleeping, the lack of it is not something we very excited for. It's funny to be at this point in the pregnancy. I feel great- I'm happy and my excitement is growing. Mentally I feel a bit more stable (will I ever be completely stable?) and we have so much longer to wait! I'm only halfway through! We've got 4 more months to go! We've only known about this little one for 4 months. Holy moley! That's a long time to wait!

Sunday, November 1, 2009

23 week belly picture

So the belly has grown. Certainly some shirts 'show off' the belly more than others. But even more exciting than the growing belly is that Dave felt the baby today. THAT is an exciting milestone. I don't agree with the comparison of butterfly flutters. I don't agree with the comparison of the fish tail, probably because I imagine a little goldfish. If someone said it feels like a 5 lb fish tail flopping around, I'd agree. But this is no mild little flutter. This is a thump thump. So Dave felt the thump today. And I LOVE that he felt it.

I wonder though, what is the baby doing in there? It is just trying out it's new motor skills and muscles? Or is it trying to flop around onto it's other side? Trying to get more comfortable? Trying to send a message? (more food, perhaps?) Just reminding me that everything is A-OK in there? Whatever it is, I LOVE IT!

Oh, and we got a gift from huggies today. How cute and little is this thing? I put a pen next to it for comparison. It is so tiny I can hardly believe it. It is things like this that make me very excited. Look how absolutely tiny is this.