Sunday, June 29, 2008

Away from home...

It was through many tears that I had to say goodbye to Chloe and Matt for the next 16 days. I am in North Adams, MA completing 3 more classes for my administrative degree. As painful as it was to leave them, this was the quickest way to get this done.

I am staying in a college dorm room. For those of you that have forgotten, it's about the size of a jail cell, equally as hot, with a stale stench to boot.

So I'm off to discuss a "shower rotation" with my roomies and to talk about whose room we're going to play quarters in tonight.

...just kidding:)

Friday, June 27, 2008

Egg Sandwich

In school the kids have the opportunity to get breakfast in the morning before classes start. The most popular choice being a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich. Everyday I walk into school I am greeted by the smell of bacon wafting down the halls from the cafeteria. Usually this smell repulses me. Perhaps this stems from my personal crusade against childhood obesity and diabetes and the unidentifiable processed slop they typically serve in school cafeterias.

Since becoming pregnant, I am officially a walking contradiction. The once repulsive smell now makes my stomach rumble. There were many mornings when my friend Jen & I (who is also pregnant) would watch the kids walk down the hall eating their egg sandwiches and we would scheme up ways on how one of us could trip them and the other run and quickly steal their sandwich.

Yesterday my mom called me at work to ask if it would be ok if she stopped in to say hello. I had about an hour before my next meeting so I said great!

I had gone to the bathroom and upon my return my mom was sitting at my desk and there in front of her was an egg sandwich!! Now don't get too excited, it was for her. As I sat down across from her chit chatting she proceeded to happily eat her egg sandwich, all the while I was screaming in my head NEVER EAT IN FRONT OF A PREGNANT WOMAN unless: A) you offered her some and B.) if she declined, you are willing to offer again 5 minutes later after she has watched you eat and her salivary glands are in full effect!

Unbelievable.

This morning I was running very late for work. Probably because I had to try on about 5 outfits, ironing each one, before I settled on one I deemed acceptable. I had no time to eat breakfast at home. I decided to stop after dropping off Chloe to grab a bite and cup of coffee. I sent a text to my friend Jen to see if she wanted a egg sandwich...of course she did, she's pregnant!

It probably took us all of 5 minutes to eat the sandwich as we tried to talk with full mouths all the while savoring every delicious cheesy bite. As I was gathering up the empty wrapper I silently commended myself for only buying 1 sandwich, because I could have eaten 2. Then I quickly cursed at myself for only buying 1 sandwich because I was still hungry.

I looked up at the clock: 7:35.

Hmmm...I wonder how long they serve breakfast?

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Thread Count

When Matt & I first met he was sleeping on a bed which consisted of a paper thin mattress and bed in a bag scratchy sheets. Our first Valentine's together I bought him new sheets.

As usual, he listened very patiently as I went on to give a long explanation of thread count and why, because we spend 1/3 of our time in bed, it was important to sleep on comfortable sheets. I'm sure the whole time he was thinking to himself "when is she going to shut up so we can go have dinner?"

After we were married I was the main purchaser of our bed sheets and always made sure we had comfortable sheets, even, I thought, if I was the only who noticed.

I recently went shopping for my "dorm" sheets for the next two weeks while I'm away at school. When I came home I was unpacking them to be washed.

"Oh, you got your sheets?" Matt asked

"Yeah, I just need to wash them before I leave."

In a very serious quizzical voice he asked "What's the thread count?"

My man!

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Shake what yo mama gave ya...

In April we celebrated my friend Leslie's (and her now husband) Jay's wedding in New Jersey. It was a great weekend with lots of laughing, celebrating and dancing. I recently got the proofs from Leslie and wanted to share pictures of Matt dancing.

All of you who know Matt know he isn't shy on the dance floor and although he has stepped up the times with some of his moves, he is still known to do the robot!



It's Official...

I've lost the clothing battle.

This morning I had to break out the maternity clothes because, sadly, my "regular clothes" will not, no matter how hard I tug, go past my hips.

When people ask how far along I am, with a big sigh I reply, only 13 weeks. Meanwhile my hips and butt are screaming "5 months!!" and my stomach is saying "we don't see a baby just a lot of salty potato chips, ice cream, and anything sour she can get her hands on."

When Matt came down into the kitchen this morning he saw me standing there staring at myself.

"What's wrong?"

"These are maternity clothes"

He gently looked me over and said "those are maternity clothes?"

With the best whiny voice I could muster I replied "yes"

"Well Er, you're pregnant"

I hate it when men are so practical.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Whining about wine...


Being pregnant means giving up some things that non-pregnant women are able to do...scuba diving, going down water slides (whoops! but Chloe came out ok :) ) etc... For the most part, I really don't miss much except having a drink, namely a glass of wine after work or with dinner. Anyone who has been pregnant post 1985 knows the dangers of drinking alcohol during those long ten months so I stay away and salivate as Matt drinks a beer out on the porch in 85 degree heat while I stare disgustingly at my sweaty glass of bland seltzer. Just when I am feeling ridiculously sorry for myself, Chloe comes running in to show me how to hop like Baby Bop. After her long rendition of hopping accompanied by sound effects, she looks up at me with this amazing grin and I remember why I am giving all of those things up and how these few months are not the time to be vain but to be thankful for a very special gift.