Archive for 2009

I’m a lying liar.

Posted 13 Jul 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, house stuffs

Yes – as my lovely friend Shannon pointed out…my 22 week picture is still MIA. And you won’t be getting one, because of my various mini and mega meltdowns last week. :)

Anyway, I promise to take a 23 week photo tonight, as well as begin the “before” photos of the house, since we FINALLY got the nursery (formerly the guest room) moved into the attic last night. We also went to Home Depot and ordered the new doors for the house to be installed in the next 2-3 weeks. Eeee! Things are finally happening! The attic still needs to be cleaned a bit (not to mention it’s about a fafillion degrees up there) but it will be done soon, and will be much more tolerable in the fall when the bebeh comes. (So, Mom…it will be more comfortable when you come to stay with us!) The next step is picking out a paint color for the nursery. I’ve already got a few picked out – but need to check them against the swatch of the glider we picked out. And at some point…I’m taking the nasty chair rail down. Just wait till you see the pictures. It’s no good.

Other than that – we went to the Twins game on Saturday and had AWESOME seats behind the Twins dugout, and I even went out to a bar for a bit afterwards! (A big feat for me to not be in bed by 11!)

And tonight, I’m making tacos and we’re watching the Home Run Derby and my other husband, Joe Mauer, who will hopefully hit a few homers.

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Posted 10 Jul 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, not so much, other people are morons, the cats

Okay, most everyone will tell you, that aside from a few tired days where I had a short fuse due to sleepiness, I’ve been fairly okay to deal with. No outbursts, no crying fits, no douchiness overall.

Yesterday, that came to a screeching halt.

My day overall was lame. It started with a large pile of cat vomit (crabby factor= 2). I worked, got sucked into projects that aren’t mine (crabby factor=3), and luckily got to leave a little early so I could bring the Black Beauty (my trusty CR-V) in for an oil change. However, leaving early also meant being on the light rail with everyone that was at the Twins game. These aren’t your average transit customers – these are idiots that don’t know how to use mass transit times 1,540. All of us, crammed into a train, me protecting my tummy, standing next to a TOTAL booze hound. (Crabby factor now at a 5, trying to bring ‘er back to a 1 since I’m done with work for the day.)

I get home only to encounter THREE MORE PILES OF CAT BARF. (Crabbies now to an 8.) I quickly clean them up and hop in my car only to deal with rush hour traffic. (Crabbies holding around a 9.) Oil change complete, I drive home hoping the hubs is back from the game. (He was lucky enough to skip out of work for the afternoon and go. And also drink all day.). And there’s another pile of barf. And then another. That brings the barf total to SIX BARF CLEAN UPS. I’m at a full blown 10 on the crabby scale and the hubs is not home and not answering his phone. At this point, I’m screaming at the cats and any inanimate object that gets in my way. I’m near tears and cannot even attempt to calm myself down. We had planned on going to Lowes that evening to get another estimate for new doors for our house, and I was just not feeling it anymore. The hubs finally gets home, and I am SO MAD at this point that I’m thinking if I stabbed him, he probably wouldn’t press charges and I would feel SO MUCH BETTER. So, instead of inflicting bodily harm on him, I decide to go to the store and buy bread. I came home, ate a sammich and ironed shirts just so I could be by myself…because I knew if I sat in the same room as the hubs I would just burst into tears. Later I went to bed and had bizzare dreams all night and woke up feeling as though I’d been hit by a bus.

Now. I know that I have been able to deal with these kinds of things before without allowing them to affect my mood. However, everything combined with clearly elevated hormones made me a mad woman yesterday. I feel bad for being crabby with the hubs, but I honestly couldn’t help it, and part of me feels like he deserves to feel my wrath since he didn’t have an infant using his cervix as a trampoline yesterday.

I’m less crabby today, but still feel like if there were another chain of events like yesterday I would more than likely grab the nearest object and bludgeon someone with it.

Deep breaths.

22 weeks.

Posted 07 Jul 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business

How far along? 22 weeks
Total weight gain/loss: About +/-10 lbs.
Maternity clothes? Yes. And I just ordered a couple of sweatshirts from Old Navy so I can be warm at the cabin in a few weeks. :)

Stretch marks? Thigh ones aren’t getting better. Maybe worse. Ugh.

Sleep: Sleeping well, but pretty tired at night.

Best moment this week: The hubs getting kicked in the face by the ninja.

Movement: Werd.

Food cravings: Sugar. And lots of it.

Gender: I’m totally on the fence this week.

Labor Signs: Occasional BH.

Belly Button in or out? Flattening by the day.

What I miss: Not sweating in inappropriate places all the time. (Hello 24/7 boob sweat!)

What I am looking forward to: Twins game on Sunday. KILL THE WHITE SOX!

Weekly Wisdom: I got nothin’ this week.

Milestones: The face kick was pretty sweet.

The Fruit: 22-24 weeks.

Posted 07 Jul 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business

Watch what you say — baby is now able to hear outside noise from down in the womb. Studies show that baby finds gentle music and your own voice most soothing. Nipples are starting to sprout, and that little face is fully formed. And, baby’s starting to settle into sleep cycles, snoozing about 12 to 14 hours a day. It shouldn’t be hard to figure out when — just pay attention to those kicks as they start and stop.

Also, an FYI, as you may have noticed – the fruit doesn’t change again until week 25…so if you need a refresher – just come back here!

Patriotic recap.

Posted 06 Jul 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business

This weekend flew by more quickly than I would have liked, and it’s amplified by the fact that the hubs has the day off today, where I am firmly planted in my seat at work. Boo. (AND it’s a gorgeous day to boot.)

At any rate, we spent most of the weekend preparing for our 4th of July party – cleaning, grocery shopping, tending to the yard. Thursday night was The Roots at First Avenue, totally awesome. I went home afterwards, and the hubs stayed out. I was fine with that – he even got home around midnight. :)

Friday was cleaning and prep day. Saturday I woke up a little later than I would have liked and started making WAY too much food. We had everything ready to go, and by the time most of our guests arrived, it started to pour. So, a couple hours of the BBQ were spent indoors, watching the Twins game…which was fine. It eventually cleared and we all headed back outside with towels and enjoyed the rest of the afternoon. In the evening, we drove to St. Paul to see Elvis Costello and some excellent fireworks. I learned that I cannot walk long distances because my back and knees are now those of an 80 year old. We got home, and I pretty much fell asleep while the hubs and a few of his buddies stayed up until the sun came up. Yesterday was clean up and lounge day, which was desperately needed.

Overall, it was quite a fun weekend. I got nothing accomplished in the baby area, but the hubs and I have decided to move the guest bed upstairs some day this week to get the ball rolling. I expect the crib and combo will be here sometime in the next two weeks, and the glider to be here in the next month…I just cannot wait to get it set up! But first…painting…hmmm….

And this concludes the most rambling blog entry to date. Thank you.