It’s almost spring. Which brings us closer to days like this. After many gray days with rain and then drizzle, I’m itching for a truly blue sky day. Part of that itch is because of the gray. It’s also because I’ve been cooped up in the house until today, getting over my second bout with the crud. Nothing like sickness to make a person long for spring/summer. It can’t get here soon enough.
As I type, I’m sitting in my classroom, listening to a whole hoard of elementary school children file in the auditorium (above which my classroom sits) and a little irritation rises up inside me.
Don’t they know we have classrooms up here?
Can’t their teachers keep them quieter?
Why are little kids SO loud?
And then it hits me.
My kid is probably going to be the loudest of all someday.
I’m only saying that because I wasn’t a terribly loud kid but The Mister and I can get into some loud conversations about nonsense that sounds like something dramatic but it’s not. On occasion. Nothing earth-shattering or vow-breaking, just… we’re loud sometimes when we’re talking to one another.
Plus there’s that whole “paybacks are a B&$#H!” karma/divine retribution thing.
I can only imagine what our kiddo will pick up from us.
Changing the subject just slightly, we are just about ready to meet this little one. Like I mentioned before, the nursery is done. My DIY project is done (both with much help from my lovelies.) The car seat base is in the car, as is the hospital bag though I keep adding to it. Lip balm anyone? We heard first hand at our last birthing class that having your favorite lip balm handy is a top priority because the hospital-provided balm is crap.
What’s the first thing The Mister grabbed when I texted him last week and told him my midwife thought that my water broke? My lip balm. He’s so good. (P.S. Obviously my water had not broken or I’d have posted Peanut pictures already. False alarm! But The Mister was ready!)
As we creep closer to 38 weeks (seriously, this last month is taking forever to get through!), I’m sad, happy, excited, and nervous all at the same time. The sadness is reserved for my students. I’m sorry to be leaving them next week, three months shy of the end of the year, and six weeks before their AP exam. They’ve been really wonderful and I’m so glad I’ve had the opportunity to teach AP this year. I may not have this chance again.
At the same time, I’m really excited to meet this little bug that’s been growing inside me for the last 8 months (truly, finding out we were pregnant at roughly four weeks makes for a long pregnancy but so worth it.) I’m also nervous because, well, I’m a first time mom. And I don’t want to be super paranoid first time mom or lax either. I can’t believe the hospital sends brand new babies home with newbie parents!
And because of that whole karma thing, Peanut will probably be late, prolonging my elephant ankles and waddle even more.
This is pretty typical of our dogs. One is usually rolling around in the grass. The other is chewing on something. I snapped this on my iPhone from my chair in the living room because they would have heard me getting up. Oh yes. Hauling a 37 1/2 week preggo body out of a recliner is loud.
So happy it’s Friday! We’re one week closer to meeting our little guy or girl!
1. I managed to get the next three weeks of agendas and master copies printed and filed for my long term sub. I have lessons planned for the remainder of the year – it’s making everything understandable and readable for my sub that’s taking a while. Most weeks, my thought out plans start out like this:
And end up like this by the end of the week:
I don’t want him intimidated by all the things that can change during a week. I’m intimidated enough by all the changes I make in a week! But thankfully he’s been teaching and subbing for a while and completely understands the flow of a classroom. He’s not a newbie.
2. I can wear my hiking shoes to work now! For the last week, I’ve been wearing my Ugg slippers because my feet and ankles have swollen up to Flintstone proportions. Ug-ly. (I’ll spare you a picture.) But this morning, for kicks, I thought I’d try to get my Merrell hiking shoes (in purple/black of course) on and sure enough! They fit. And they have much better support than my slippers. And I tied them in such a way weeks ago that I only have to slip them on and off. Anything to not have to bend over or become more out of breath.
3. It’s supposed to snow again this weekend. I’m excited! It snowed last weekend for my lovelies and now we’re supposed to have another dusting. Can’t wait to see if it possibly spills over into Monday (snow day, anyone? Maybe a two-hour delay??)
I know it says 30-40% chance of snow but that’s enough to get my hopes up about a possible snow day. :-D
4. I’ve made it to 37 weeks as of yesterday!
No signs of baby arriving earlier than our due date yet. Though 37 weeks is considered ‘term’ by my clinic (but not by the 3000 emails I receive on a daily basis from pregnancy websites), I’d like our Peanut to stay snug and cozy for at least a couple more weeks. Keep growing, Peanut! They’re quickly running out of room to move but I’m still receiving lots of kicks and punches. I swear the kid already knows how to do yoga too.
5. The Mister and I had an impromptu dinner out last night after my midwife weekly appointment. We went to one of our favorite places and just enjoyed one of our last nights out as the two of us. :)
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One thing I did not anticipate being pregnant and working up till my due date (almost) was how tired I would be.
Tired and needing more sleep. I’m sort of sleeping at night but getting up 1-2 times to pee again. I thought the tiredness would be over once I made it to the second semester. I was so so wrong. Don’t even tell me about what happens AFTER the baby arrives. I know. Even less sleep.
Tired of getting dressed every morning and looking somewhat presentable. Putting socks on is the WORST! I’m out of breath once I put everything on. And once I get home from work, comfy pants go on.
Tired of bending down to pick things up when I drop something. The belly is just there and I feel like I’m squishing the baby every time I have to bend down. Why do I have to drop everything? I’ve managed to chip three dinner plates in the last month and dribble my lunch down the front of me almost everyday. Coordinated I am definitely not right now.
Tired of not fitting into my shoes. This is the worst of the worst. I’m wearing my Ugg slippers to school now. And my Crocs don’t even fit. Boo. Someone on the internets said of herself and her maternity clothes coming dangerously close to not fitting – “At least shoes always fit!” Not in my case. And I’m not going to go out and buy new ones just because I have Flintstone feet and elephant ankles.
But that’s all for naught anyway because our due date is around the corner! Three more weeks to go (maybe). I’m on leave in two weeks. I promised myself I’d have all the sub plans done this week so I’ll probably have to come in this weekend since I’ve managed to stay late after school a total of zero times this week.
The nursery is 98% done, thanks to my lovelies that flew in last weekend to do just that (and attend my second shower). Just when I thought I had everything finished, they showed me how cute a nursery could be. I just need to get a couple of shelf brackets, a diaper pail, a trash can, and a cute side table for the rocker. Hoping to pick those things up this weekend.
I’ve managed to crochet another hat for the baby:
Love the ears. They kill me.
And I’ve also cast on for a pair of orange woolie pants that will also double as a diaper cover. I would like to make a couple more before baby arrives. We’ll see. Like I said, I’m tired and I usually only manage a couple of rows at night.
I am definitely looking forward to seeing our baby for the first time. I can’t wait to see what they look like – if they have hair and what color is it? What color eyes? Are they tall? Have eyebrows? Make funny faces? Know that we’re their parents? Know that they are more loved than anything we’ve ever loved before?
Last weekend I began building the above shelves. What should have taken just a day or two to make actually lasted a week. Because 36 week pregnant women take forever to do anything – walk, dress, build shelves.
Luckily, my mom, gma, friend and sil were in town this weekend for my Washington baby shower. They graciously took on the task of putting the shelves up in our crooked house AND arranging my photos. I love how they turned out. My magical helpers did a fantastic job with the stud finder, level (yes, there’s an app for that!), and drills. I love everyone for helping me. Even though I sometimes have a hard time accepting help, I think I did ok. Because they made it easy.
Happy Friday! Why are short weeks (i.e. ones with a holiday day off) the LONGEST?? I’m always so grateful for a Friday after a short work week.
As usual, I’ve linked up with The Lauren Elizabeth this week to high five Friday for arriving at long last. the one time I try to get ahead of myself it backfires. As of 5:15 am PST, The Lauren Elizabeth’s High Five for Friday post is MIA so no linkage for now. Sorry, folks! We’re back in business!
1. My momma arrived last night! She’s in from California and she brought my grandma with her.
2. My BFF B and SIL L are arriving today from California! Hooray!! They are bringing baby loves and lots of warm layers. It’s been in the 40s here in Washington and sometimes sunny, which is lovely. But they’re coming from almost 70 degree weather. It’ll be brrrr to them up here.
3. Why all the visitors?? My second baby shower is happening tomorrow and I’m so excited. Our hostess is the mostest for having so many people at her house and I’m looking forward to hanging out with everyone. I am sad that The Mister is leaving tomorrow for California (everyone will high-five at the airport — fitting since it’s HIGH FIVE FOR FRIDAY and all!) He thought there would be too much estrogen in the house for him to handle. He’s probably right. But I’ll miss him just the same!
4. We had a four-day weekend this past weekend! Thank you, Mister Presidents. The nicest thing about The Mister and I teaching at the same school is having the same holidays off. Granted, when we lived in California, our holiday schedules just happened to match up even though we worked in different districts (except for the start and end of the school year – we were off by a couple of days on both ends). It was so nice to have time to play AND work around the house.
5. I finished Baby M’s first sweater! I want them to wear this home from the hospital.
I’m trying to live more in the moment these days. For me, that means fewer pictures are taken, more enjoying life as I’m living it, and relishing in the small things. ‘Course once Baby M gets here, more pictures may be taken. That just goes without saying with a new baby. But I fully intend to relish the small things especially after Baby M arrives next month.
The Mister and I had Friday off as part of our 4-day weekend for Presidents’ Day. Because we had Friday off, I pre-prepared my High Five for Friday post and promptly forgot to schedule it to actually post. By the time I remembered what I had forgotten, The Mister and I were well into our Valentine’s Day activities and I decided to forgo my Friday post. Egads! Seriously? As I’m reestablishing my blogging routine, missing one day of posting might seem like an atrocity. But in retrospect, I’m glad I didn’t scramble to fix my error when we returned home from having lovely, relaxing massages and seeing a matinee. I enjoyed a perfect day with my love. Enough said.
So this is my recap post. The Mister and I enjoyed breakfast at one of our favorite out of town places Friday morning. Then we traipsed off to have massages (I’m still feeling the effects of mine) – a Christmas present from my brother and sister-in-law (thank you doesn’t even begin to cover it.) After which we went to the movies for a matinee – something The Mister thinks we won’t have much time for once Baby M arrives but I think differently. My mother will be in town about once a month and I’m seeing at least one date night during her visits.
Then we hit up our favorite grocery store and shopped a little. Grocery shopping? On Valentine’s Day? Oh yes. Whenever we’re in the vicinity of Central Market in Poulsbo, we stop. It’s like Whole Foods, Trader Joe’s, and Dean and DeLuca all under one roof. How could we not stop?
After toting our goods home (along with a pot of red tulips from my love – so pretty!), we prepared for dinner out.
I made reservations a couple of weeks ago at a restaurant we’d never been to before but it received good reviews on Yelp. Dinner had a price fixe menu and included a steak option for The Mister – his only requirement. We arrived right on time, and had our choice of a couple of tables. Though the lighting was a bit bright for a “romantic” dinner, the atmosphere was entirely Victorian and kind of fun for people watching.
Remember that this was our first time at this particular restaurant. Our waitress didn’t acknowledge us for about 10 minutes while the table next to us, seated after we sat down, received drinks almost immediately. We finally placed our drink orders and a bread basket showed up about 20 minutes after we sat down.
The Mister ran restaurants before he was a teacher so he noticed the lack of service right off. I had my suspicions before Valentine’s Day that the dinner would be slow. So I gave far more benefit to the restaurant early on. I mean, we had a chorus singing love songs to entertain us! But that benefit of the doubt wore off pretty quickly.
Our appetizers were good and so was our second course: salad for me, chowder for The Mister. But then came the long wait for our main courses. I ordered the lobster thermidor. The Mister had his beef tenderloin.
When my husband asked for a refill on his iced tea, it came back sans ice and amazingly strong. Who serves iced tea without ice?
Finally, our plates arrived with a slam from our waitress. This was maybe her third trip to our table. An expediter ran most of our food out to us that evening.
The stuffing in the lobster shell was a disappointment. It wasn’t even warm, let alone hot. So I didn’t eat it. The claws I was supposed to crack with a nut cracker were huge and no extra napkins or wet wipes were delivered with my meal. The mashed potatoes were ok – the seasoning was not evenly dispersed so one bite was plain, the next overly-seasoned. The green beans were only slightly warm.
The first claw I cracked delivered a bit of lobster meat that I shared with The Mister. He gave me a slice of his tenderloin which was very tasty. But as he dived into the rest of his meat, he discovered that only the outside was really cooked and the interior was raw – jiggling red raw meat. He’d asked for a medium steak. This was clearly not a medium cooked steak.
Then I cracked into the second claw and lobster juice just poured out of the shell and all over the rest of my dinner. I’d only had a couple bites of the potatoes and green beans. I was done.
Our waitress finally returned to our table to see how things were going. And I told her there was no way I could eat the rest of my meal swimming in lobster juice. She offered another plate. I said no thank you. She offered another steak to my husband but he also said no thank you. At this point, we’d been at the restaurant for over an hour and a half and frankly, in the words of my husband, we didn’t have 45 minutes to wait for another steak.
Dessert was ok for me – it sounded much more delicious on the menu that it actually was in front of me. Salted caramel cheesecake with chocolate ganache and a pretzel crust. The salt was nowhere to be found and the ganache was squeezed from a tube. The Mister enjoyed his sorbet though.
While I appreciate the fact that our waitress took my meal off the bill, I was just completely underwhelmed by the experience. Clearly, not enough planning went into the evening on the restaurant’s part. There weren’t enough waitresses and only one busser. The hostess also played busser but the two could barely keep up. It seemed our waitress was either ticked she had to work on such a busy night or needed a personality-infusion because the temperature from her was also quite cold. Much of the meals were prepped ahead of time but the kitchen must have been so backed up that they couldn’t heat the food to a proper temperature before serving.
Will we go back? Probably not.
Like I said earlier, I’m focusing on enjoying the moments more. Even though The Mister and I had a disastrous meal out, we still thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company and truly did have a good time together. Better food and service would have been icing on the cake.
I did post this review to Yelp – I felt compelled to share it – see it here with some minor modifications.
I finished Baby M’s first little sweater last week. I’m hoping to take them home from the hospital in it. I used sportweight sock yarn from Lorna’s Laces. I just love her sock yarns. When I first started knitting socks, I was all over LL. It’s squishy, soft, and comes in a great line of color ways. And wears well. This sweater is machine washable, a big plus in the world of babies.
Today is one of those days I’m just too tired to think.
I didn’t wake up with my early alarm but my late one. And I’m still wishing for a couple extra hours to snooze.
It’s our birthing class that’s depriving me of sleep. No, really. If our instructor would keep to the 6:30-8:30pm class time I wouldn’t complain so much. I mean, I did sign us up for these classes. But she regularly goes over time and last night? Well, we didn’t leave the hospital parking lot until just before 9pm. And we drive 30 minutes to get home. I wasn’t in bed until almost 10.
“So what’s the big deal” you’re thinking.
Let me tell you.
Before I became pregnant, I was a bed at 8:30pm kind of person because I got up early to get my teaching day started.
Add almost 35 weeks of pregnancy and now 8:30pm bedtime is a must-do. In case you’re unfamiliar with 35 weeks of pregnancy, it’s almost 9 months along. It’s the third trimester. It’s the last chance I will have of any sort of normal sleep for long time. And I want every single bit of it.
But not today. Maybe tomorrow.
I’m pretending that this large cup of decaf will keep me awake today.