Pregnancy needs a routine

I’ve recently become a full time house wife. My last day of work was December 1 in and effort to get ready for the baby and be a full time mom when it arrives. The extra time I have is wonderful – I’m able to get so many more things done in a day and be able to relax as well. But the whole not having a schedule thing … really messes with the brain.
I already can’t remember anything, now I don’t even know what day or date it is. This is bad when I’m the one in charge of paying the bills. We do have a system that makes it mindless to get them out on time – so there’s no worry there … but if we didn’t have this system … I would be going mad trying to stay on top of everything.
Not to mention the onslaught of appointments I have. I should carry my planner around with me, and I do on occasion … but lately it sits on my kitchen counter – and I consult it every night before bed and every morning when I’m getting ready for my day – and I still forget things. Appointments, people, things needed to be done.
It can be quite frustrating, but I’m learning to create my own routine and stick to it so there’s no confusion as to what has to be done when. Including when naptime is. Very important. The Nap Time.
It could be a good thing that I don’t know what date it is … This morning I realized it was the 14th of December and almost shot myself in the foot I was so excited. Time is flying. But that means Aaron’s birthday is 2 days away – and holy crap. Aaron’s birthday is 2 days away.
Not to worry – the presents and birthday card are all waiting for him patiently. But we have this tradition that I bring him lunch or take him out on his birthday and this year he wants me to bring him lobster – which I will do … but I can’t forget to go buy the lobster and make it. I have to put this on my calendar. Where’s my calendar!?
Which means that in 3 days I’m good to go if the baby comes early. The doctor said anytime after the 17th would be considered full term, aka not premature. So it would be a normal delivery. Anytime before that I would be brought to another hospital where they could better treat myself and the baby.
Mwahahaha, I’m almost out of the water! Let the waiting game begin! (I assure you all, I’m expecting to deliver this baby sometime after my due date in Jan. Let’s just hope it’s not February when that actually happens)

35 weeks

My pregnant belly at 35 weeks
Well there it is folks. The belly. In all it’s glory. This picture is actually a week old. So imagine, I’m even bigger (hopefully not much) now. It’s come to the point in this pregnancy where I have A pair of pants to wear and a choice of 3 shirts … if I’m lucky. Lucky meaning they’re all washed, and I didn’t shrink them in the process.
I’m thinking Aaron’s wardrobe is looking mighty inviting – he doesn’t quite agree because the belly tends to either stretch or leave an imprint on some clothing, and well … what guy wants a big hoop of fabric at their waist?
And all the clich

I’m still thirsty, maybe I should chew on ice.

I’m thirsty all the time. No seriously – all the time. But I’m running in to a slight problem. My stomach is quite small, it’s ability to hold the 3 liters of water I consume before lunch is getting harder and harder.
I just can’t get enough cold liquid in my body. And I’m a gulper – so it’s not like I can sip at a glass of ice water, no … if I have ice water I want to drink it. All. In one swallow. And I can, and do frequently.
The problem lies in the fact that after I gulp down 8 to 12 ounces of liquid I’m left feeling REALLY full. Sometimes nauseous. But I’m still thirsty. And all I want is more water, cold cold water.
Maybe I should chew on ice. Hmm. Why haven’t I thought of this before? The key to my COLD cravings could very well lie in ice. And alot of it.


Yesterday Aaron and I headed to Chicago for the day. A last hurray to get out of Holland before the baby arrives. It was alot of fun. We mostly window shopped and walked the Magnificent Mile – Aaron found the APPLE store so we spent some time in there. We were planning on going to the Shed’s Aquarium, but after we finally got done walking and window shopping and eating at Pizza Uno’s we were pretty whipped and decided to call it a night.
I have to say that I love Chicago though. It was crazy busy being the holiday season and everything, but the people and the diversity and the street performers. I just love the activity.
When my mom and dad were dating, I was about 10 – we would pack up almost every free weekend and head to Chicago. I have so many great memories there. My dad always drove a suburban, so my sister and I would get the back all situated and pull the seats down so we could lay down and giggle for 3 hours. We’d bring all our pillows, and I’d of course have my blanket. We’d make the tradition stop at the gas station before leaving Holland and load up on snacks and sugar.
Sometims it would take up 7 hours to get to down town – we’d stop along the way at antique stores or off the path towns for lunch. Or we’d tour the suburbs of Chicago and just talk about the houses and the landscaping. There was one trip we went on that they made a special effort to take us through the projects and the more dangerous part of Chicago.
We’d always eat at Gino’s East – our favorite pizza joint where you can write on the walls. We frequented the museums and the zoo – and we always made a stop at FAO Schwartz … we HAD to play with all the toys. And by “we” I mean, my sister, me and my dad. My mom would get into it too – but she liked to watch from afar mostly. šŸ™‚
So many memories. I’ll always love Chicago.

Being a lady

I’m going to try really really hard to be more ladylike in the next few posts. Mostly because I want to see if it’s even possible at this point.
So until further notice, this is the last post I’m allowing myself to talk about farting.
Fart, fart, fart. Gas. Poop and fart.
I think I have it out of my system. Fart.