Happy...

Ahhh... a new year and so many new things to look forward to in 2009.

Tonight we are bringing in the new year via a baby CPR class... woo hoo... welcome to parenthood!

Today is my last day at work...woo hoo... welcome to parenthood!

So, I'm spending the day saying good-bye to the peeps here at work and trying to waste some more time reading my favorite blogs, but am disappointed that a majority of them have not been updated in awhile *sigh*... oh, because I guess they have lives too. Oh well... more for me to read next week!

Other than that... just reflecting on 2008 and SO looking forward to 2009.

I hope you all have a safe, yet fun new year's eve (I'm sure I'll be in bed by 10) and a fantastic 2009!

it's not a deal, it's a STEAL

any moms out there that want to save a bundle on cool baby items??  Check this site out...  my suggestion is to sign up for the RSS feed, so you get the notice in the morning and get first dibs on buying the item.  They sell out fast.

nursery pics

As promised... here are the pictures from the baby's nursery...  I might be biased... but I think this rooms kicks some serious ass.

belly shot 34+4 weeks

Resorting to Props is Fucking Pathetic

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OMG... this blog is freaking hilarious!  Check it out here.

and the beat goes on...

Only 2 more days until the festival of greed... eeerrr, I mean... Christmas! I say 2 days b/c in my family the big day is always Christmas Eve. Yes, this is a bone of contention between my husband and me... he's a Christmas Day kind of guy... so we have 1 year to figure it out before it matters for the little dude.

Only 40 days until we meet the baby. I am SO EXCITED. I am SO READY! Let's Do It! Let's GO!!!!

This weekend I washed all of his NB-3 mo clothes and his 9 million blankets. I guess I have a thing for blankets b/c we have like 30 of them. No lie. Weird. When we were registering for our wedding, I somehow registered for like 10 sets of bowls... and got them. I guess I had a thing for bowls. And now I guess I have a thing for blankets. I guess b/c there are just so many cute choices out there, I had to have one of each. ANYWAY... all of his things are ready to be puked and pooped on. I totally love how they smell (sans poop/puke). The smell already reminds me of him. It's that baby laundry detergent "Dreft" and it smells great. mmmmm....

Only 9 more days until I am no longer reporting to "the man." And of those 9 days, 5 are holidays/weekend days... so really, I only h ave 4 more "work" days left. It might be touch and go for awhile, but I think I will make it.

Other than that... I am basically exhausted from not being able to sleep at night. I can usually get about 4-5 hours of sleep, broken sleep. I also have to sleep in an upright position (think recliner) and it takes me awhile to fall asleep in this position. That's b/c if I don't sleep upright, I get to taste (and choke on) dinner over and over again. Oh, dinner mixed with gastric acid and the such. Not pleasant. TMI? Too bad. God really does know what he's doing though. He's just getting me ready to have an f'd up sleep schedule. Might as well start now.

It's crazy to think that theoretically, once I hit 36 weeks, the baby could come at any time and the docs would not stop it. So, really, I could be rocking it out with my newborn in a week and half.... HOLY COW!

I know I owe y'all a 34 week pic and pics of the nursery. I'm on it. Stay tuned.

are you fucking kidding me?

crap. blogger just lost my post. this only adds to my holiday bah humbug-ness. let me see if i can re-write my bah humbug post.






I have bah humbug this holiday season. I just can't seem to find my holiday spirit. Maybe because of my general uncomfortable-ness. I can't bend over to say... plug in the Christmas tree lights or cozy up on the couch since I can only position myself in a total of 3 positions without smooshing the baby or making myself unable to breathe. The weather has finally chilled out here in SoCal, so that is no longer my excuse. Maybe it's b/c I am always tired? I am unmotivated about pretty much everything. For example, I can't seem to get my groove on for this year's 25DOD. I haven't taken a picture over the last few days and I honestly wouldn't even know what to journal about anyway. Laundering diapers and making dinner just isn't memorable. I can't force the creativity either... it will end up sucking anyway. I don't even like the book I ended up making. I keep saying "next year things will be so much more exciting (with the baby and all)." Waaah. Bah humbug!

low key Christmas

Tony put up our tree this year... all by his lonesome self. I seem to be a little slow on the up-take as far as Christmas spirit is concerned. It just doesn't seem like Christmas when it's freaking 80 degrees outside... if ya know what I mean! The tree is a bit smaller than the one we had least year... but it's still wonderful. He did a great job on it. I actually don't think we need anything bigger really, our house is so small, the tree last year took up a good portion of the living room. Hmmm... food for thought for next year!

25 Days of December (25DOD)

As promised, here are my first 8 days...

Let me start this by saying... my pre-planned book has not worked out exactly as I have planned. I have had a hard time getting motivated this season... I think it's b/c of all I have going on right now. SO... instead of stressing over it, I am just going with it. I have changed things as I go along... it was still easier to start with a pre-made book, but it's not as cute as I would like (see unmotivated comment), but as I've stated before, it's about documenting and that's all I am trying to do this time around. If you read between the lines, it says "BORING!"

Maybe it will get better further into this project. Maybe not. It doesn't matter. Here goes... some of the pages may be tough to decipher b/c I used a lot of acrylic (clear) pages...

Day 1: boring... work stuff

Day 2: Baby Basics class

Day 3: a co-workers baby shower (there are 4 of us having babies within weeks of eachother) and I watched "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer on tv that night

Day 4: I decorated my cube at work with Christmas lights

Day 5: We bought 2 carts full of toys at Toys R Us to donate to "Toys for Tots"

Day 6: My baby shower

Day 7 & 8: no picture, just journaling... this is when I was sick with food poisoning and believe me... you wouldn't WANT to see pictures.

Forecast: Showers with a big chance of sun

Our baby shower was went smoothly and I think all had fun!  We are so blessed to have had so many friends and family join us to celebrate this new baby that isn't even here yet.  He is going to be one spoiled little boy!  The weather was almost too warm.  I was hoping for decent weather, but it ended up being like 80+ degrees out and most of us were too hot (a lot of guests dressed to be outside, not expecting it to be 80+ outside...)  what's up with this December weather?  Anyway... besides it being on the warm side... it was a great time.  We played the obligatory shower games (I actually think they are fun) and we ate a simple lunch and dessert included yummy cupcakes made by Jean.  Jean also made the favors (I helped a little), which were "cupcake" pincushions.  So cute!  The other part of the favor was a little bucket filled with blue, white and black m&m's which also had a little monkey magnet attached.  I just love party favors.  I love giving them and I love getting them... I hope our guests enjoyed these party favors.  Tony was there and I made him open the presents.  Anyone else hate opening presents in front of a crowd of people as much as I do?  Yikes!  I hate it.  I mean, I appreciate everyone's generosity and all... but I so hate having to open them in front of people.  I totally get the giver wanting to see the getter's reaction... b/c I am always the one saying "c'mon, open it" when I give someone a gift...  I don't know why I am like this.  Thank goodness Tony was there to take that pressure off of me.  I think he secretly enjoyed it.  Overall... an A+ event.

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OK... so here is where life gets really interesting.  Why must I ALWAYS have a story?  OK... so as the party was wrapping up and the guests are parading out of my backyard, a really good friend shows up for the celebration (she warned me that she was going to be late, so it's ok).  She stopped by at like 2:30.   So, Jean, my mom, and I take a break from cleaning and chat it up with my friend.  What do I do?  I grab another bite of sandwich... that has been sitting out since 12.... in the sun...  I don't know WHAT IN THE HELL I was thinking... hello?  I work at probably the safest fast food chain on the planet and KNOW BETTER THAN THIS.  Anyway... as stated above, it was a warm day... the sun got to my head, ok?  As you will find out, it got to my sandwich as well.

So we visit with my friend and she heads out.  We finish cleaning up and I say good-bye to Jean and we (Tones, my mom and I) go inside to take a load off.  I, being the pregnant one, desperately need a nap.  I go take a nap (not really, just rest). Soon it's 5:00 or so.  The three of us decide to go to a favorite restaurant of mine for dinner.  I was hungry and I wanted a STEAK!  So we get there and I start feeling nauseous.  We order, I'm still nauseous.  The food comes and I am SUPER nauseous... even went to the restroom once just b/c I thought I was going to toss my cookies.  I was also getting shooting pains in my back and just couldn't get comfortable.  So far I think nothing of it all and just think that I have over done it for the day.  Ya know, just another day of pregnancy.  So, I end up taking about 3 bites of my steak and couldn't eat any more.  I had it wrapped to go and when everyone else was done with dinner we left.  

We were only about 5 miles from home in the first place, so it wasn't going to take us long to get home.  But wouldn't you know it... as soon as we pull into my neighborhood all I could say was "I'm gonna lose it" and that was all the warning they had.  Without an ounce of control I explode right there in the car (sorry Tony, but  I'm glad it was your car and not mine...).  When I say explode, I mean EXPLODE.  Don't make me say it... go ahead and use your imagination.  Tony stops the car and I continue vomiting on the curb.  When I think I have finished... all I could say is "what do I do now?" and Tony just says "get in the car!"  I was a flippin' mess!  I half sat on the seat and half held myself up on my arms (for obvious reasons) for the 2 minute drive to the house.  I immediately ran in and jumped into the shower.... UGH!!!!  I guess I'd better get used to this sort of mess... but hopefully not due to myself.  

I called L&D and told the advice nurse what was going on and she instructed me on what to do and what to look for and assured me that the baby is "just hanging out in there" and won't be affected my my (self inflicted) FOOD POISONING unless such and such occurs.  

The next 12 hours proved to be the worst of my life.  I had to puke about every 45 minutes for the next 7 hours, then it slowed down to every 1.5 hours for the remaining 5 hours.  Each time I had to rush to the bathroom b/c it wasn't just coming out of my mouth if you know what I mean.  I felt bad, but felt really bad for the little man... my gosh... he probably thought there was a war going on around him, and he wasn't far from the truth!  OMG!  I didn't sleep a wink.  I was too afraid that I would lose it in bed.  Needless to say Sunday was not very fun either.  I finally stopped puking by sunrise but nothing else went away quite yet.  I sipped water and gatorade, but could not hold anything else in.  Then the fever set in.  Again, I called L&D (I'm sure they loooooove paranoid first time moms) to make sure I wasn't hurting the baby and again I was still in the clear.  Finally I was able to tolerate more and more liquid, so that and some Tylenol brought the ol' fever down.  Eventually I stopped being debilitatingly nauseous and was able to get a decent night's sleep.  I called in today (duh) and am at about 60%.  I actually moved around a bit and stuck to the BRAT diet (Banana, Rice, Applesauce, Toast), although got nauseous again and got tired really fast.  I think I will live.  Lesson learned.  Chrissy tip- don't eat any food that has been sitting out.  Period.

Turkey day rated a "Big Turkey"

Not much unlike Rosie's new variety show.... my highly anticipated Thanksgiving dinner turned out to be a real turkey. Now... I was pretty proud of my cooking and especially my impeccable timing of all the side dishes and turkey. My shit was ON! No, it turned out to be a real turkey because apparently MY expectations were too high. Yes... I guess expecting that people would show up on time... oh wait, back up... expecting people to SHOW UP (yes, I had 3 no show's/no call's)... and show up on time was a bit too much to expect. Oh, then my expectation that the TV should be turned off during Thanksgiving dinner was too much to expect. My "audience" just didn't "get it" is what my BFF said to me. It's true. People did not sit where their personalized place card/pilgrim hats directed them to sit. Nope. Too much to expect I guess. So... my Norman Rockwell Thanksgiving was more like an evening with the Simpsons. Lesson learned. Oh, there is more to bitch about, but I'll stop there. I might get accused of being too sensitive or something... for gosh sakes... The food was good. That's about it. Oh, one more bitch... don't mind that my back hurt for two days afterwards... but don't worry... I did it to myself some would say.

What else? I stayed home (with a sore back) on Black Friday... good thing, some people got trampled to death... I would not be happy about that if it happened to me. I DID, however, venture out on Purple Saturday (I made up the part about Purple...) and let me tell you, I think I discovered the secret to shopping after Tday! Parking was a breeze, the malls were not crowded... I was in and I was out. Boom. Bang! I think all the maniac shoppers were pooped from Friday to go out on Saturday!

Today also marks December 1st, or the first day of "The 25 Days of Christmas" project I am playing along with Rachel and maybe even Tina? I'm not so sure I am motivated enough to post my previous days page every day... but I will post at the end, okay? Today was so very unexciting I almost wanted to give up already! I didn't and I won't... but that is exactly how BORING my day was.

How was YOUR first day of T25DOC?