That's right, folks. It's the end of the world, and so my baby shower was EPIC! Mostly because WAY more people actually came than I thought would so it was flattering and exciting and fun to hang out with people (some I hadn't seen in years) and eat good food (thanks, The Megan!), and listen to good music (thanks, my iPod!).
So, with all the crazy unexpected excitement, I'm sorry if anyone who reads this felt I may have ignored them. I tried not to leave anyone out, but I'm sure with all the hullabaloo it may have happened.
Anywho, the punch was a little "pond" complete with rubber duckies on blue "waters" which thrilled the kids that came. I sent most of the ducks (which were actually part of a present from The Megan, but she gave her permission when she saw we already have a stash of rubber duckies in the bathroom) home with adults to please children. It made me happy.
And then there were the presents. I was having so much fun that I had actually forgotten all about them. The Megan took pictures, but she's a busy girl and we'll have to wait for those, so I'll probably do just a picture post later.
So, I want to say how absolutely adorable I find my little brother, who asked Mom what he should get me for my shower.
First, kudos to you, kiddo! You're a boy and you wanted to get a gift for a baby shower? You've grown up good.
Second, after being instructed to get something to bring little Rodrigo home from the hospital in, he went to the Student Union and got a bunch of OSU paraphernalia for our tiny future Poke... I'm not entirely clear on what happened, but I'm pretty sure he'd seen the size difference between our only nephews at birth and thought it'd be a good idea to prepare for ANY sized baby, as everything was a different size covering the first year. Good thinkin'. Oh, and I grinned like a flippin' idiot every time I opened up a package with that offensive orange. Beautifully, beautifully offensive.
Rodrigo got SO many cute clothes! And little socks! And just about everything he needs! Thanks to everyone who's made our shopping list so much shorter and for taking the time to hang out with a gabby shut-in. It was a GREAT afternoon.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
It's 55 Degrees And Sunny So I'm Blogging From The Lawn. In February!
So, Valentine's Day has come and gone with flowers being "mysteriously" left in my car and (thankfully) a calm evening.
In other news, Pooh got his GRE scores back and he did very well with his lowest score being in the essay portion (which isn't bad considering he's not as well versed in the art of making up essays on the fly like some people. Ahem.), and he's already been invited to apply to the University of Iowa College of Pharmacy. After perusing the pamphlet he decided he could be very happy going that route and decided to send back the postcard indicating his interest in their school. Word must travel quick, because we got his scores and the invitation on the same day.
The deadline for Oklahoma State's Chemistry PhD program was just on the 15th, so we're still waiting to hear from them. I'm not entirely up to speed on the UC-Merced situation, so I'll leave that update for later.
Now that Piglet is big enough to really make waves, Pooh has been fascinated watching my stomach bouncing up and down, or just poking out at odd angles. He's also excited about the tiny fingers Piglet will have. For some reason this gets Pooh especially giddy, I have no idea why, but it's cute.
In a few hours I'm going to be getting two moles removed and biopsied. I felt so paranoid before I went in, freaking out about suddenly having more than double the moles I'd always thought I had, but when my doctor suggested removing two, I felt a little better. And if nothing else, I've finally done something besides wear sunscreen when I've already done so much damage in the past that sunscreen occasionally seems like putting a band-aid on Monty Python style flesh wound.
MAN it is BEAUTIFUL outside! Too bad it's gonna drop about 20 degrees tomorrow.
My baby shower is Saturday. I'm getting so excited. I'm more excited to see friends I haven't seen in a while, and then on top of that it'll mean I'm about a month away from meeting Piglet face to face! Eek! My brother - Uncle Ick, Nickle, we're not positive yet which will stick better - sent the cutest OSU stuff for the little man and it made me squeal with happiness. While Pooh keeps hoping for a redhead, I can't help but hope for a bit more hair and skin tone, otherwise he'll look terrible in that orange...
In other news, Pooh got his GRE scores back and he did very well with his lowest score being in the essay portion (which isn't bad considering he's not as well versed in the art of making up essays on the fly like some people. Ahem.), and he's already been invited to apply to the University of Iowa College of Pharmacy. After perusing the pamphlet he decided he could be very happy going that route and decided to send back the postcard indicating his interest in their school. Word must travel quick, because we got his scores and the invitation on the same day.
The deadline for Oklahoma State's Chemistry PhD program was just on the 15th, so we're still waiting to hear from them. I'm not entirely up to speed on the UC-Merced situation, so I'll leave that update for later.
Now that Piglet is big enough to really make waves, Pooh has been fascinated watching my stomach bouncing up and down, or just poking out at odd angles. He's also excited about the tiny fingers Piglet will have. For some reason this gets Pooh especially giddy, I have no idea why, but it's cute.
In a few hours I'm going to be getting two moles removed and biopsied. I felt so paranoid before I went in, freaking out about suddenly having more than double the moles I'd always thought I had, but when my doctor suggested removing two, I felt a little better. And if nothing else, I've finally done something besides wear sunscreen when I've already done so much damage in the past that sunscreen occasionally seems like putting a band-aid on Monty Python style flesh wound.
MAN it is BEAUTIFUL outside! Too bad it's gonna drop about 20 degrees tomorrow.
My baby shower is Saturday. I'm getting so excited. I'm more excited to see friends I haven't seen in a while, and then on top of that it'll mean I'm about a month away from meeting Piglet face to face! Eek! My brother - Uncle Ick, Nickle, we're not positive yet which will stick better - sent the cutest OSU stuff for the little man and it made me squeal with happiness. While Pooh keeps hoping for a redhead, I can't help but hope for a bit more hair and skin tone, otherwise he'll look terrible in that orange...
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Birthday
My birthday was this week, and I have to agree with my mom: it's not my birthdays that get me, it's everyone else's. In mom's case, her babies. In my case, her babies.
Let's face it, my baby brother is NOT allowed to turn 22. I'm totally cool with me turning 28, but he's not supposed to have aged past the chunky, drooly, diaper-clad little munchkin I remember. When did that happen and who gave him permission?! (Sorry girls, he's the one I most vividly remember as a baby).
Anyway, Pooh and I celebrated a day early because he'd had the day off to take the GRE (which he did fabulously on. So far. Still waiting on the essay scores), so we had an early dinner at Magleby's restaurant (a swanky place that we would never set foot in had we not been in possession of a coupon!). We were the first people there (yay for being a teacher and a pregnant woman), and Pooh spoiled the crud out of me by letting me order the smothered rib-eye. That steak - no lie - covered my plate. I ate my fill and we took it home and we still had enough for both of us to have substantial lunches off it. Pretty tasty, too.
Then, I'd thought we could go to this awesome big swing nearby where he'd taken me 3 years ago on my birthday and given me my engagement ring, but Pooh had it all planned out since it was getting dark and cold and figured we'd rather be inside. So instead, we went to the Nickelcade like we did the night we actually got engaged. I got a new "engagement ring", and we picked up a few items that we got on our engagement for my brother and his fiancee. It may not be a tradition, but we could make it one...
Then it was off to Coney's Frozen Custard (yay coupons!) for a lovely hot fudge brownie sundae and hot cocoa, topped off with the 7th Harry Potter movie.
So with all that excitement, my actual birthday was just a chill and lazy day. It was lovely.
Let's face it, my baby brother is NOT allowed to turn 22. I'm totally cool with me turning 28, but he's not supposed to have aged past the chunky, drooly, diaper-clad little munchkin I remember. When did that happen and who gave him permission?! (Sorry girls, he's the one I most vividly remember as a baby).
Anyway, Pooh and I celebrated a day early because he'd had the day off to take the GRE (which he did fabulously on. So far. Still waiting on the essay scores), so we had an early dinner at Magleby's restaurant (a swanky place that we would never set foot in had we not been in possession of a coupon!). We were the first people there (yay for being a teacher and a pregnant woman), and Pooh spoiled the crud out of me by letting me order the smothered rib-eye. That steak - no lie - covered my plate. I ate my fill and we took it home and we still had enough for both of us to have substantial lunches off it. Pretty tasty, too.
Then, I'd thought we could go to this awesome big swing nearby where he'd taken me 3 years ago on my birthday and given me my engagement ring, but Pooh had it all planned out since it was getting dark and cold and figured we'd rather be inside. So instead, we went to the Nickelcade like we did the night we actually got engaged. I got a new "engagement ring", and we picked up a few items that we got on our engagement for my brother and his fiancee. It may not be a tradition, but we could make it one...
Then it was off to Coney's Frozen Custard (yay coupons!) for a lovely hot fudge brownie sundae and hot cocoa, topped off with the 7th Harry Potter movie.
So with all that excitement, my actual birthday was just a chill and lazy day. It was lovely.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Thank You For Your Patience
That's mostly to my Mom, because it's been forever since I'VE posted a pic of myself.
This was Saturday. I know because my hair looked decent and I wore what I call a "Starburst" outfit. When I wear pink and orange I feel like a Starburst. Probably because they're my two favorite flavors.
This was Saturday. I know because my hair looked decent and I wore what I call a "Starburst" outfit. When I wear pink and orange I feel like a Starburst. Probably because they're my two favorite flavors.
Happy Happenings
Is it weird that the fact that my pregnancy turns 8 months old the same day I turn 28 years old makes me insanely giddy? Because boy does it ever!
Super Bowl commercials were good this year (with the yearly exception of Go Daddy. Bleh.), especially Doritos and that VW Bug commercial with the dog.
Pooh is taking the GRE today, so everyone wish him luck! He was studying vocabulary words last night and helping me to feel inadequate (do I really depend on context clues so much??). Maybe I'll continue to study them just so I can actually use/know these words I've read so often. Besides, Pooh thought it'd be hilarious to have Rodrigo go up to his Kindergarten teacher someday and ask if the class could do something else today because he was in a bit of a torpor that morning (See? See how sad this is? I don't even know if I used it right. Like when people say "a myriad of" and such).
I can't get over how cute my nephews are, and I can't wait to find out what my other sister is having so I can start pondering how different it's going to look from its cousins. Kinda like mine. And us from our cousins, honestly.
I used to joke about there being a need for genetic diversity in the Church and that's part of why we convert. As a member of a family in which the cousins share no discernible similarities who married a member of a family in which the cousins share no discernible similarities, I say to the Church: You're welcome.
Hope no one thinks I'm blaspheming, because frankly I didn't get enough sleep last night, making it far too early in the morning for such behavior. I never blaspheme before lunch.
Super Bowl commercials were good this year (with the yearly exception of Go Daddy. Bleh.), especially Doritos and that VW Bug commercial with the dog.
Pooh is taking the GRE today, so everyone wish him luck! He was studying vocabulary words last night and helping me to feel inadequate (do I really depend on context clues so much??). Maybe I'll continue to study them just so I can actually use/know these words I've read so often. Besides, Pooh thought it'd be hilarious to have Rodrigo go up to his Kindergarten teacher someday and ask if the class could do something else today because he was in a bit of a torpor that morning (See? See how sad this is? I don't even know if I used it right. Like when people say "a myriad of" and such).
I can't get over how cute my nephews are, and I can't wait to find out what my other sister is having so I can start pondering how different it's going to look from its cousins. Kinda like mine. And us from our cousins, honestly.
I used to joke about there being a need for genetic diversity in the Church and that's part of why we convert. As a member of a family in which the cousins share no discernible similarities who married a member of a family in which the cousins share no discernible similarities, I say to the Church: You're welcome.
Hope no one thinks I'm blaspheming, because frankly I didn't get enough sleep last night, making it far too early in the morning for such behavior. I never blaspheme before lunch.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Insomnia Strikes Hard
So, today was an exhausting day simply because I didn't sleep well last night. Hm. Maybe I should clarify.
Thursday was an exhausting day because I hadn't slept well.
I used my morning up slowly getting ready to go pre-register for my labor/delivery stay at the hospital and that turned out to be a bit more stressful than necessary due to poor weather, bad drivers, and some kid lazily riding his bike around the hospital parking lot paying absolutely no attention to cars entering or exiting the road. By the time I got a parking spot and made it to the door, security approached him and told him to beat it. It kinda made me happy. The security guy was at least nice about it, and everyone won. Except maybe the kid.
Anywho, so we're officially registered (yay!) so all we'll have to do when the big day comes is show up and head up the elevator.
So then I came home and was so uncomfortable all day. I couldn't figure it out. After hanging out with cousin-in-law and fellow preggie, Heidi, for a bit I realized what it was.
I was tired.
I was so tired I had a headache and all I wanted to do was slump. So when we got home (Pooh had stopped over on his way home so we wouldn't have to wonder when we'd see each other. Remember that whole "we really love being around each other" thing? Yeah.) I curled up in bed just to relax and ended up sleeping for 2 hours.
So now here I am, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at midnight after having done most of the dishes and killed a spider (I swear, these things know no season!). Well, maybe not as energetic as all that anymore. I'm wearing down, I think. I just hope that the orange juice I drank didn't get Rodrigo too excited so he'll keep me up.
Speaking of the little future rugrat, he's just as chipper as he used to be. More so, if memory serves. He's just taking breaks between trying to escape via my belly button (quite possibly THE most uncomfortable feeling in the world. No lie.), and sometimes it feels like he's trying to turn himself around. I'm going to start trying some techniques to help him along that I found on the internet recently.
And now I'm going to try to get myself back to sleep. Don't want to fall asleep in the waiting room for week 31's check up!
Thursday was an exhausting day because I hadn't slept well.
I used my morning up slowly getting ready to go pre-register for my labor/delivery stay at the hospital and that turned out to be a bit more stressful than necessary due to poor weather, bad drivers, and some kid lazily riding his bike around the hospital parking lot paying absolutely no attention to cars entering or exiting the road. By the time I got a parking spot and made it to the door, security approached him and told him to beat it. It kinda made me happy. The security guy was at least nice about it, and everyone won. Except maybe the kid.
Anywho, so we're officially registered (yay!) so all we'll have to do when the big day comes is show up and head up the elevator.
So then I came home and was so uncomfortable all day. I couldn't figure it out. After hanging out with cousin-in-law and fellow preggie, Heidi, for a bit I realized what it was.
I was tired.
I was so tired I had a headache and all I wanted to do was slump. So when we got home (Pooh had stopped over on his way home so we wouldn't have to wonder when we'd see each other. Remember that whole "we really love being around each other" thing? Yeah.) I curled up in bed just to relax and ended up sleeping for 2 hours.
So now here I am, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at midnight after having done most of the dishes and killed a spider (I swear, these things know no season!). Well, maybe not as energetic as all that anymore. I'm wearing down, I think. I just hope that the orange juice I drank didn't get Rodrigo too excited so he'll keep me up.
Speaking of the little future rugrat, he's just as chipper as he used to be. More so, if memory serves. He's just taking breaks between trying to escape via my belly button (quite possibly THE most uncomfortable feeling in the world. No lie.), and sometimes it feels like he's trying to turn himself around. I'm going to start trying some techniques to help him along that I found on the internet recently.
And now I'm going to try to get myself back to sleep. Don't want to fall asleep in the waiting room for week 31's check up!
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