And so week 26 of pregnancy has already crept up on me and it halfway done. We had a painter come today to give us an estimate to paint the baby's room. The room is currently a very soft pink color and I don't think Baby Boy Byram would appreciate it. Prior to us moving in, it was a little girl's room and we never got around to painting it. I called several painters in order to have them come to give us an estimate. Some of the companies I spoke with had a 3 or 5 room minimum or a $1,000 minimum. There were some companies that I left a message with the secretary or on answering machines and they never called back. Surprisingly, a few were from the Gwinnett County verified home services guide. It is basically a guide that recommends companies who exhibit exemplary service. Um, I don't consider not calling prospective customers back exemplary service. But maybe I just expect too much!
It has been quite rainy down here in GA. Almost every day there is some percentage of rain as well as tons of clouds. Definitely not pool weather. My mom, Dana, and the kids are coming next week so hopefully it will clear up so that they can at least head to the pool a few days. They will be here for almost 2 weeks and then I will be heading up to New York shortly after. I am excited to see what Gramps thinks of the baby bump that I am sporting!
Apparently, my pelvis is angry. I have been pulled from work for a week and I have been told to lounge on the couch with my feet up until I go back to the dr next Thursday. It seems as though Baby Boy Byram has caused some extra stretching and splitting of my pelvis and has made some tendons a little on the peeved side. This is not something I was aware that could even happen. My ANM at work asked my why I couldn't just get something normal like hemorrhoids. I told her that I would much rather have those as well. Sitting, standing, rolling over, walking, getting dressed, climbing stairs, etc is beyond painful at this point. I have started to sleep on the couch because I don't move nearly as much on there than when I am in bed. It seems as though the dogs are not too heart broken about this. Phoebe sleeps in my spot, head on the pillow and all. Lulu generally likes to curl up at the foot of the couch and I think she likes having me all to herself.
Please visit my friend, Lauren's blog. She just started it and it is very good! Here is the link: http://mysensationalgirl.wordpress.com/ Here is to some sunshine in the coming weeks! I hope everyone has a great weekend!
"And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow." ~Gilbert K. Chesterton
"Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you." ~Langston Hughes
Friday, July 12, 2013
Friday, July 5, 2013
The Sausage Suit
I hope everyone had a safe and happy 4th of July! Every year, I say that I am not a fan of the 4th of July. Deep down inside, I think that is a lie. The memories I have from early childhood and the 4th are not good ones, so I that is why I say that I am not a big fan. But, the memories that I have from later years are much better. The happy memories that I have are family get together's in the backyard or on our deck with Gramps grilling hot dogs and hamburgers, sitting outside really late with the small kitchen tv perched on a plastic patio table playing the Twilight Zone marathon until the fireworks came on. Then, we would sit and be able to see the Macy's fireworks from our yard, but we would have the tv on for the effect of the music. No 4th was complete without the crazy Italian family whose yard backed up to ours having one of their parties. Neal, who thought he was am opera star, would belt out Whitney Houston, Cher, and every Italian song he knew on his Mr. Microphone, but our favorite was the Happy Birthday medley he would grace us with for his brother, Sal's birthday. It just so happened that his brother's birthday was July 4th. The deck in their back yard would be his stage and everyone would be sitting in the yard with all eyes on him! It was all fun and games until he would start screaming at mother and grandparents in Italian and cursing at them - all of this while still on his Mr. Microphone so half of Maspeth could hear him. We would all just sit and laugh, thankful that there was at least a fence that separated us. We won't even talk about what their poor dog, Rocky, endured. We were always trying to figure out ways to help the dog escape that insanity!
On to some more pregnancy "woes". Every year, Sam and I join the swim and tennis club that is associated with our subdivision. Sam uses the tennis part and I use the swim part. What is it that you need when you go swimming? That's right, folks. A bathing suit! Not too long ago, I made the trek to Old Navy to find a swim suit. They didn't have any maternity swimsuits, but they did have some tankinis that can be used for maternity. There is some rouching on the side that makes it rather easy to accommodate a growing bump. Normally, I am a small in a swimsuit. Silly me thought that I could get away with some small suits, but also grabbed mediums in the same suits - you know, just in case. With delusions of grandeur, I tried on the first suit in small. I should have stopped when I realized it was really difficult to get it on. I am not sure if anyone is familiar with shoving sausage meat into its casing, but it kind of went like that. I can only imagine what the people next to me as well as the dressing room attendant must have thought was going on in the dressing room with all the grunting, huffing, and puffing going on in there. And that was just getting it on. The harder part is getting it off. As I stood there with one arm stuck over my head and the other arm papoosed into the suit, I really thought I was going to have to take a walk of shame out there to ask someone to cut the suit off. You would think that I learned my lesson the first time, but the second suit looked like it was cut differently and was a little more forgiving. Yeah, not so much. With more grunts, puffs, and tugs, I succeeded in getting the first suit on. I broke out into a sweat once I realized that this suit was the same exact cut as the last and it was going to be just as bad getting it off. Well, it ended up being worse because now I was all sweaty. The suit actually made a squeaking noise as it rubbed up against my skin! At that point, I thought Crisco or scissors were my only hope. I took a deep breath and begged God to get this suit off me in one piece and without dislocating an arm or a shoulder or an elbow. I promised that I would not try on another small anything, ever! My prayers were answered. Oh what a relief it was to see that the next size up slid on with ease! Oh what an embarrassment it was to leave the dressing room more than 45 minutes later with my face beet red, panting, hair in a point, and covered in sweat. All of this because I was too stinkin stubborn! I managed to leave the store with 2 tankinis and I even ventured going to the pool. Needless to say, I learned my lesson!
I hope everyone is enjoying their summer and staying cool! The countdown is on until my family comes for a visit. I can't wait!!!!
"Think of stretch marks as pregnancy service stripes." ~Joyce Armor
"A mother's joy begins when new life is stirring inside... when a tiny heartbeat is heard for the very first time, and a playful kick reminds her that she is never alone." ~Author Unknown
On to some more pregnancy "woes". Every year, Sam and I join the swim and tennis club that is associated with our subdivision. Sam uses the tennis part and I use the swim part. What is it that you need when you go swimming? That's right, folks. A bathing suit! Not too long ago, I made the trek to Old Navy to find a swim suit. They didn't have any maternity swimsuits, but they did have some tankinis that can be used for maternity. There is some rouching on the side that makes it rather easy to accommodate a growing bump. Normally, I am a small in a swimsuit. Silly me thought that I could get away with some small suits, but also grabbed mediums in the same suits - you know, just in case. With delusions of grandeur, I tried on the first suit in small. I should have stopped when I realized it was really difficult to get it on. I am not sure if anyone is familiar with shoving sausage meat into its casing, but it kind of went like that. I can only imagine what the people next to me as well as the dressing room attendant must have thought was going on in the dressing room with all the grunting, huffing, and puffing going on in there. And that was just getting it on. The harder part is getting it off. As I stood there with one arm stuck over my head and the other arm papoosed into the suit, I really thought I was going to have to take a walk of shame out there to ask someone to cut the suit off. You would think that I learned my lesson the first time, but the second suit looked like it was cut differently and was a little more forgiving. Yeah, not so much. With more grunts, puffs, and tugs, I succeeded in getting the first suit on. I broke out into a sweat once I realized that this suit was the same exact cut as the last and it was going to be just as bad getting it off. Well, it ended up being worse because now I was all sweaty. The suit actually made a squeaking noise as it rubbed up against my skin! At that point, I thought Crisco or scissors were my only hope. I took a deep breath and begged God to get this suit off me in one piece and without dislocating an arm or a shoulder or an elbow. I promised that I would not try on another small anything, ever! My prayers were answered. Oh what a relief it was to see that the next size up slid on with ease! Oh what an embarrassment it was to leave the dressing room more than 45 minutes later with my face beet red, panting, hair in a point, and covered in sweat. All of this because I was too stinkin stubborn! I managed to leave the store with 2 tankinis and I even ventured going to the pool. Needless to say, I learned my lesson!
I hope everyone is enjoying their summer and staying cool! The countdown is on until my family comes for a visit. I can't wait!!!!
"Think of stretch marks as pregnancy service stripes." ~Joyce Armor
"A mother's joy begins when new life is stirring inside... when a tiny heartbeat is heard for the very first time, and a playful kick reminds her that she is never alone." ~Author Unknown
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