Hey, at least it wasn't a "malfunction." I'm at a crossroads when it comes to dressing myself. Some days it goes off without a hitch, while other days--like today--I end up disgusted with everything in my closet. I always take Jax out right after my shower, so getting dressed is sometimes a two-step process (you know...pants and a shirt to get me by until I dry my hair and put on makeup; then I change anything that wasn't my original plan and go about my business), but I couldn't find the shirt I planned to wear this morning. Anywhere. So, I grabbed a different shirt for the time being and decided I'd look for it later.
While Jax and I were outside, I decided that I might not be able to swing these pants all day long. After sitting for five minutes to watch the news and weather segments, I decided they'd definitely have to go. I went straight to my closet...looked for that missing shirt one more time (no luck) and found a pair of all-elastic-waist pants that I'd forgotten about (they've been too big for quite some time, but I hadn't gotten rid of them). I said aloud (to myself, mostly), "Hey, I wonder if these will fit?" J blurts out, "Well those sure don't!" He was referring to the pants I had on. Babe, if you're reading this, you might try to be a little more sensitive next time.
The pants fit, by the way...but they looked like they'd been hanging in the closet on a hanger for a year. Which is probably because they've been there for about 2 years. I have 3 pairs of maternity pants--black, khaki, and navy. My mom had just hemmed the black and khaki ones, and she actually sewed a maternity panel in an old pair of navy pants. It was looking like I'd have to wear one of them today. The problem? I don't have a lot of shirts that are long enough to cover the panels. I finally scrounged one up, decided I looked decent enough to go in public (I didn't ask J, though), and headed off to school, disgusted.
I'll admit, though...these pants feel awesome.
*Sigh* Now, I get to do it all over again for church tonight. I know what I'm wearing, though...if I remember it. I was "supposed" to wear it last night. But I forgot. My poor sleep-deprived brain isn't functioning properly these days.
Hope all is well with you.
Hugs and love,
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Randoms
Okay, so obviously when I said I'd not wait so long between posts, I didn't mean this week. Sorry guys. I'm still alive and well. I've just had a lot on my mind and not a lot of time to sit and write about it all. Here's a quick bulleted list of the goings-on of my brain these days. In no particular order...
* Gender. Do we find out or not? From the beginning, I didn't want to. J (and my mom) always have. I like surprises...good ones, anyway. J says it will be enough of a surprise to see what he/she looks like. After much resistance and contemplation, I have weighed the pros and cons and have relented. Mostly because I really do dislike referring to our little peanut as "It." Makes me think of poor Dave Pelzer. So, in a couple of weeks, we might just be able to find out what we're having. That kind of blows my mind.
* Clothes. While I am still pretty comfortably wearing my regular pants (although I can't wait to get into my sweatpants as soon as I get home whenever possible), I am down to one pair of jeans that fit well. (And by well, I mean they don't look like I was melted and poured in.) I have purchased a pair of denim capris at Kohl's last week while I had 30% off, but it won't be warm enough for them for a little while longer. I totally don't see it, although J does, but I guess I am indeed starting to get a little bump in my belly. I can definitely feel a difference when I run my hand over my lower abdomen, though.
* Announcing. The cat is pretty much out of the bag...my family has known since Christmas; if you've read my blog longer than that, you've know since around mid-December; my students found out last week. Somehow, though, I just can't bring myself to mention it on Facebook. I don't know why. Many of my FB friends already know. I really think it's mostly because I don't want to hurt anyone. I'm friends with several ladies I have met through blogging, and I wouldn't hurt any of you for the world. A few of them I know no longer read my blog because they are now in a different place on their journeys. Am I being silly?
* I had my official "first appointment" (even though it was my 4th) last Friday. Got to do all the "fun" first-appointment exams. Filled out a bunch of paperwork. No new pictures, but we did get to hear that precious heartbeat again. I don't have to go back for 4 weeks...like a normal patient. Wow.
* Labwork. I had to go to the lab on Monday to have some blood drawn. Two needle sticks (one with a blood pressure cuff wrapped around my arm and pumped up to make my vein pop out) and 5 vials later, I walked my woozy self to the bathroom for a urine test. Turns out I have a UTI. I'm now on day 4 of antibiotics. It must have been early, though, because I didn't have a single symptom.
* Revival. We're starting a revival at church tomorrow night. I'm seriously worried about staying awake after working all day. Guess I'll make it.
Sorry...didn't mean for this to get so long. Hope you're all doing well.
Hugs and love,
* Gender. Do we find out or not? From the beginning, I didn't want to. J (and my mom) always have. I like surprises...good ones, anyway. J says it will be enough of a surprise to see what he/she looks like. After much resistance and contemplation, I have weighed the pros and cons and have relented. Mostly because I really do dislike referring to our little peanut as "It." Makes me think of poor Dave Pelzer. So, in a couple of weeks, we might just be able to find out what we're having. That kind of blows my mind.
* Clothes. While I am still pretty comfortably wearing my regular pants (although I can't wait to get into my sweatpants as soon as I get home whenever possible), I am down to one pair of jeans that fit well. (And by well, I mean they don't look like I was melted and poured in.) I have purchased a pair of denim capris at Kohl's last week while I had 30% off, but it won't be warm enough for them for a little while longer. I totally don't see it, although J does, but I guess I am indeed starting to get a little bump in my belly. I can definitely feel a difference when I run my hand over my lower abdomen, though.
* Announcing. The cat is pretty much out of the bag...my family has known since Christmas; if you've read my blog longer than that, you've know since around mid-December; my students found out last week. Somehow, though, I just can't bring myself to mention it on Facebook. I don't know why. Many of my FB friends already know. I really think it's mostly because I don't want to hurt anyone. I'm friends with several ladies I have met through blogging, and I wouldn't hurt any of you for the world. A few of them I know no longer read my blog because they are now in a different place on their journeys. Am I being silly?
* I had my official "first appointment" (even though it was my 4th) last Friday. Got to do all the "fun" first-appointment exams. Filled out a bunch of paperwork. No new pictures, but we did get to hear that precious heartbeat again. I don't have to go back for 4 weeks...like a normal patient. Wow.
* Labwork. I had to go to the lab on Monday to have some blood drawn. Two needle sticks (one with a blood pressure cuff wrapped around my arm and pumped up to make my vein pop out) and 5 vials later, I walked my woozy self to the bathroom for a urine test. Turns out I have a UTI. I'm now on day 4 of antibiotics. It must have been early, though, because I didn't have a single symptom.
* Revival. We're starting a revival at church tomorrow night. I'm seriously worried about staying awake after working all day. Guess I'll make it.
Sorry...didn't mean for this to get so long. Hope you're all doing well.
Hugs and love,
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Telling the World
Okay, so it wasn't the whole world, but I did tell my 80 fifth graders today that I am expecting. It's kind of the same thing. It went just like I had planned. Well, almost.
I made my kids a Valentine's Day word search. A word search with a special hidden message. The leftover letters spelled out "Mrs. Angie is going to be a mom!" I gave them blanks at the bottom to spell it all out.
My first class of the day gave the best reaction. They actually let each other discover the message on their own. They were very excited. However, I did have to send one kid on a wild goose chase while the rest of the class worked the puzzle. He is the nosiest child I have ever met and he was eavesdropping outside my door yesterday and "overheard" me talking to the janitor during my planning time. He then went straight to the teacher next door's room and asked her about it. She denied it (lied to him, really), and I decided he could be excluded from the activity. So, I wrote a note asking my teacher friends to occupy him for just a minute and wrote several names on the bottom. I asked him to take it to Mrs. so-and-so and they passed it along...courtesy of my little messenger. He may not have learned anything from it, but at least he didn't get to ruin my surprise.
One kid from the first group leaked it to the second group, so their reaction wasn't quite as genuine as the first one. Then, the last group was doing just fine until about the third kid got finished with the puzzle. He blurtedthe out, "You're going to be a mom?" Then, it was pointless for anyone else to finish the puzzle, but most still did. Sweet. They were excited, though.
A couple of the most memorable reactions were from my first group--my own homeroom. One student, the second one finished, stared at his paper wide-eyed and nearly shouted, "Oh my gosh!" I shushed him, hoping he wouldn't spill it before the others discovered it for themselves. Another little boy read the message and said, "I'm gonna be a papaw!" I assured him that he was not. A little girl just looked at me and said, "And I thought you were losing weight!" (I thanked her and told her I hadn't actually gained any yet.)
All in all, I suppose it was a success. I should have expected some leaks and imperfections. But at least it was a unique way to share my news with my li'l darlings. That's what I was going for, anyway.
Happy hearts day!
Hugs and love,
I made my kids a Valentine's Day word search. A word search with a special hidden message. The leftover letters spelled out "Mrs. Angie is going to be a mom!" I gave them blanks at the bottom to spell it all out.
My first class of the day gave the best reaction. They actually let each other discover the message on their own. They were very excited. However, I did have to send one kid on a wild goose chase while the rest of the class worked the puzzle. He is the nosiest child I have ever met and he was eavesdropping outside my door yesterday and "overheard" me talking to the janitor during my planning time. He then went straight to the teacher next door's room and asked her about it. She denied it (lied to him, really), and I decided he could be excluded from the activity. So, I wrote a note asking my teacher friends to occupy him for just a minute and wrote several names on the bottom. I asked him to take it to Mrs. so-and-so and they passed it along...courtesy of my little messenger. He may not have learned anything from it, but at least he didn't get to ruin my surprise.
One kid from the first group leaked it to the second group, so their reaction wasn't quite as genuine as the first one. Then, the last group was doing just fine until about the third kid got finished with the puzzle. He blurtedthe out, "You're going to be a mom?" Then, it was pointless for anyone else to finish the puzzle, but most still did. Sweet. They were excited, though.
A couple of the most memorable reactions were from my first group--my own homeroom. One student, the second one finished, stared at his paper wide-eyed and nearly shouted, "Oh my gosh!" I shushed him, hoping he wouldn't spill it before the others discovered it for themselves. Another little boy read the message and said, "I'm gonna be a papaw!" I assured him that he was not. A little girl just looked at me and said, "And I thought you were losing weight!" (I thanked her and told her I hadn't actually gained any yet.)
All in all, I suppose it was a success. I should have expected some leaks and imperfections. But at least it was a unique way to share my news with my li'l darlings. That's what I was going for, anyway.
Happy hearts day!
Hugs and love,
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Spoiled rotten
I snapped this picture Thursday night of J and Jax. And I get accused of spoiling him?
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Thank you, Mr. Coke Man
So, it appears that several of my IRL friends who read this blog (and a few "virtual world" friends) miss my daily posts. Let me just tell you, I miss it too. But J insists that I not try to achieve such a feat this year. He doesn't want me to stress out about coming up with post ideas and such. I'm sorry, though. I didn't mean to slack quite so much. I'll try to do better.
Peanut and I are doing just fine. Well, at least we were on Friday. I have no reason to believe we are not still "fine," so I'm going to assume we are. Tomorrow marks 12 weeks. I can hardly believe it. Dare I say I'm even allowing myself to get just the teensiest bit excited?
We had to go to Toys R Us on Saturday (J was looking for a specific Wii game), and I tried very hard not to look on the BRU side of the store. But my mom can't wait to go crib shopping. J keeps telling me we have to get "that room" cleaned out because August will be here before we know it. I think it can at least wait until spring break...it's not really that bad in there, anyway.
I'm feeling pretty good most of the time. I've had a few days where I felt nauseous most of the day, but it mostly happens after I've cooked dinner that involves meat. Amazingly, I can eat dinner if I didn't smell it cooking, and sometimes I can eat it after. Last night was one of those nights. However, we had fish...and I regretted it about 2 hours after. All during prayer meeting I was burping fish and feeling nauseous, and by the time I was driving home, I had sworn it off for the rest of my life.
My boobs aren't as sore (sorry, Nick...it is my blog), but my rear end sure is from all of those injections. Tuesday night marked the end of the twice weekly Delestrogen, and I will be switching to every other day PIO starting Saturday. Next Friday marks the end of the PIO. Yay! It's also the date of my next appointment. No ultrasound this time, so I won't have any new pictures. J says I'm starting to get a bump, but I swear it's just fat that was there all along.
Oh, and now to the title of this post...last week, the Coke man had a note on our machine in the workroom for suggestions of different beverage products to put in the machine. I waited several days and when no one had suggested anything, I wrote in Caffeine-free Coke (cause you know, a girl just gets sick of Sprite sometimes). Today, as I was leaving, I noticed it has been added. Thanks, Mr. Coke Man! You made this pregnant girl's day.
Hugs and love,
Peanut and I are doing just fine. Well, at least we were on Friday. I have no reason to believe we are not still "fine," so I'm going to assume we are. Tomorrow marks 12 weeks. I can hardly believe it. Dare I say I'm even allowing myself to get just the teensiest bit excited?
We had to go to Toys R Us on Saturday (J was looking for a specific Wii game), and I tried very hard not to look on the BRU side of the store. But my mom can't wait to go crib shopping. J keeps telling me we have to get "that room" cleaned out because August will be here before we know it. I think it can at least wait until spring break...it's not really that bad in there, anyway.
I'm feeling pretty good most of the time. I've had a few days where I felt nauseous most of the day, but it mostly happens after I've cooked dinner that involves meat. Amazingly, I can eat dinner if I didn't smell it cooking, and sometimes I can eat it after. Last night was one of those nights. However, we had fish...and I regretted it about 2 hours after. All during prayer meeting I was burping fish and feeling nauseous, and by the time I was driving home, I had sworn it off for the rest of my life.
My boobs aren't as sore (sorry, Nick...it is my blog), but my rear end sure is from all of those injections. Tuesday night marked the end of the twice weekly Delestrogen, and I will be switching to every other day PIO starting Saturday. Next Friday marks the end of the PIO. Yay! It's also the date of my next appointment. No ultrasound this time, so I won't have any new pictures. J says I'm starting to get a bump, but I swear it's just fat that was there all along.
Oh, and now to the title of this post...last week, the Coke man had a note on our machine in the workroom for suggestions of different beverage products to put in the machine. I waited several days and when no one had suggested anything, I wrote in Caffeine-free Coke (cause you know, a girl just gets sick of Sprite sometimes). Today, as I was leaving, I noticed it has been added. Thanks, Mr. Coke Man! You made this pregnant girl's day.
Hugs and love,
Friday, February 3, 2012
Sweeter than Music
Today, I am 11 weeks pregnant. However, the little peanut measured ahead...at 11w4d. Wow. He/she was wiggling all around on the ultrasound. It even looked like it was praying the way its hand was positioned by its face. So sweet. Best of all, we got to hear the heartbeat. I was comforted enough just seeing it, but hearing it was even better. This might just happen after all!
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