Some funny things Anton has said relating to my pregnancy that have left me speechless:
Me: "Hey, my butt got bigger! I wonder when that happened..."
Husband: (almost before I finish trailing off) "Last week."
Me: *sideways speechless glance.
*talking about the baby's current stage of development.
Me: "...yeah, he's pretty long and skinny... and see-through."
Husband: "Stop trash-talking my baby."
Me: *confused speechless half-smile.
*while getting dressed one morning.
Me: "Oh, my gosh, Honey, I don't think I can do these pants up anymore!"
Husband: (quick glance at my undone pants) "Just don't squish my baby."
Me: *incredulous speechless glare.
*waking up one morning and noticing me laying beside him with a sort of pot-belly.
Husband: "Whoa, that came out of nowhere."
Me: *I-don't-even-know-how-to-feel speechless stare.
And some things that just made me laugh:
*lunch at the deli--I'm slipping my chicken onto Anton's plate.
Husband: "You should eat more. My baby likes chicken."
Me: "Haha! Your baby likes watermelon!"
Husband: "If I go to bed right now, will you do me a back massage?"
Me: "Hey, which one of us is pregnant? Shouldn't I be getting the massages?"
Husband: "You can't lay on your stomach, the baby doesn't like it, that's why it kicks you."
Me: "Nuh-uh! I just feel it more that way!"
Husband: "You know it's true."
Me: "You're making crap up!"
And actually, every time I lay on my stomach (or it looks like I'm kind of laying on my stomach) he tells me not to squish the baby. Like the baby can't handle being squished... otherwise the whole birthing process would be different. But it's really me who gets squished when I lay on my stomach.
Anyway, my favorite thing about being pregnant is that (now that I'm showing) Anton is always asking me how I'm doing or if I'm okay. Also, when I say I can't handle the smell of something, he takes me more seriously now.
Kinda reminds me of this gem of a music video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FMU7UVFDqO0
Except I'm not quite that manipulative (on purpose).
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Monday, July 21, 2014
52...
That's what the kitten typed when he jumped on the computer. He also helps me text Anton sometimes... it's pretty funny.
I've grown way more attached to the kitten than I thought I would. Everything he does is adorable to me--he pounces on everything with his tiny little paws, chases his own tail, and curls up in my hair when he wants to sleep. He also runs up to us every time we come home, like he really missed us. Maybe it's the pregnancy, but I've never liked an animal so much before. It's been a pleasant surprise.
Anyway, I like my doctor. He's pretty laid back and he doesn't tell me what to do. In fact, he asks me what I want or if I have any questions about anything. I usually don't, so he just tells me how awesome everything is and sends me on my way. It's nice. And way better than the first guy I went to.
Okay, so, my dreams have always lingered over into my waking life and affected my mood and stuff, but last week's was especially odd. I was taking a nap with Anton and suddenly freaked out: "Oh, my gosh, Anton, am I not even pregnant anymore?!"
It came out of nowhere, I wasn't even dreaming about pregnancy. I was just laying on my stomach and somehow knew that I wasn't pregnant anymore... which was weird because I wasn't even pregnant, in the first place, I thought... it took me a while to realize that I am, in fact, pregnant, just as I should be.
He started rubbing my tummy. :-)
I just got back from girls camp--it was great! Went on a five mile hike, played lots of fun games, choked on campfire smoke, and felt the baby moving around! It weirds me out. Like, really. Uncomfortably weird. I can mostly feel it when I lay on my stomach... which is getting slightly more uncomfortable every week. Anton felt it too, just recently. He said it felt like a slow punch.
While I was gone at girls camp, Rexburg experienced a flash flood. Several basement apartments got hit pretty badly. Mostly it was those who were just off main street and anyone close to the bottom of the temple hill. One of our friends lives in the bottom apartment of a complex that was right in the way, and all her stuff was destroyed (except she saved her computer). Anton gave her the rest of the money we had been saving to go to the reunion, so she could get some clothes and stuff. The other rest of the money we had been saving has to go to the car. All of Anton's off-roading caught up with it and one of the bearings needs to be replaced. So, the wheel that is near that bearing could fall off at any moment, and apparently no one here can fix it, so we have to go to our dealership in Utah to get it fixed. Hopefully the wheel doesn't fall off on the way there...
I've grown way more attached to the kitten than I thought I would. Everything he does is adorable to me--he pounces on everything with his tiny little paws, chases his own tail, and curls up in my hair when he wants to sleep. He also runs up to us every time we come home, like he really missed us. Maybe it's the pregnancy, but I've never liked an animal so much before. It's been a pleasant surprise.
Anyway, I like my doctor. He's pretty laid back and he doesn't tell me what to do. In fact, he asks me what I want or if I have any questions about anything. I usually don't, so he just tells me how awesome everything is and sends me on my way. It's nice. And way better than the first guy I went to.
Okay, so, my dreams have always lingered over into my waking life and affected my mood and stuff, but last week's was especially odd. I was taking a nap with Anton and suddenly freaked out: "Oh, my gosh, Anton, am I not even pregnant anymore?!"
It came out of nowhere, I wasn't even dreaming about pregnancy. I was just laying on my stomach and somehow knew that I wasn't pregnant anymore... which was weird because I wasn't even pregnant, in the first place, I thought... it took me a while to realize that I am, in fact, pregnant, just as I should be.
He started rubbing my tummy. :-)
I just got back from girls camp--it was great! Went on a five mile hike, played lots of fun games, choked on campfire smoke, and felt the baby moving around! It weirds me out. Like, really. Uncomfortably weird. I can mostly feel it when I lay on my stomach... which is getting slightly more uncomfortable every week. Anton felt it too, just recently. He said it felt like a slow punch.
While I was gone at girls camp, Rexburg experienced a flash flood. Several basement apartments got hit pretty badly. Mostly it was those who were just off main street and anyone close to the bottom of the temple hill. One of our friends lives in the bottom apartment of a complex that was right in the way, and all her stuff was destroyed (except she saved her computer). Anton gave her the rest of the money we had been saving to go to the reunion, so she could get some clothes and stuff. The other rest of the money we had been saving has to go to the car. All of Anton's off-roading caught up with it and one of the bearings needs to be replaced. So, the wheel that is near that bearing could fall off at any moment, and apparently no one here can fix it, so we have to go to our dealership in Utah to get it fixed. Hopefully the wheel doesn't fall off on the way there...
Friday, June 27, 2014
Meanwhile back in the desert...
Well the trip home was painful... and not just because we were leaving the good weather and family... ;-)
my lower half kept going numb, both on the planes and in the car. We did stay in Boise until Sunday, hanging out with more family and a couple friends.
We went to dinner with some friends we hadn't seen in a while and toured their family's ranch on fore-wheelers. At one point, I got off the fore-wheeler so Anton could go off jumps and do donuts and stuff. He was having so much fun! And then he did a donut too tight and flipped the fore-wheeler over. It was so cool to watch--he was like a ninja, rolling in the air as he flew off, just barely escaping being trapped under the fore-wheeler (which is about twice the size of the one we have at home).
I was so sure the fore-wheeler had nabbed his ankle, but when I got to him he was totally fine. Then he got back on to do more. :-)
Anyway, we adopted a baby kitty from the pet shelter. He's so cute and little. I wanted to keep him mostly outside but Anton will only agree to a pet if we keep him inside. City boys.
I was reading this article about happiness and it mentioned pets promoting emotional well-being and that people who have pets are usually happier. So, I decided Anton could use some emotional well-being and a little more happiness, even if it's in the shape of a little ball of fur with claws. This semester's been pretty tough on him.
We've both been smiling a lot more since we brought the little rascal home. :-)
He likes to play behind the computer.
my lower half kept going numb, both on the planes and in the car. We did stay in Boise until Sunday, hanging out with more family and a couple friends.
We went to dinner with some friends we hadn't seen in a while and toured their family's ranch on fore-wheelers. At one point, I got off the fore-wheeler so Anton could go off jumps and do donuts and stuff. He was having so much fun! And then he did a donut too tight and flipped the fore-wheeler over. It was so cool to watch--he was like a ninja, rolling in the air as he flew off, just barely escaping being trapped under the fore-wheeler (which is about twice the size of the one we have at home).
I was so sure the fore-wheeler had nabbed his ankle, but when I got to him he was totally fine. Then he got back on to do more. :-)
Anyway, we adopted a baby kitty from the pet shelter. He's so cute and little. I wanted to keep him mostly outside but Anton will only agree to a pet if we keep him inside. City boys.
I was reading this article about happiness and it mentioned pets promoting emotional well-being and that people who have pets are usually happier. So, I decided Anton could use some emotional well-being and a little more happiness, even if it's in the shape of a little ball of fur with claws. This semester's been pretty tough on him.
We've both been smiling a lot more since we brought the little rascal home. :-)
Bringing him home from the shelter
He likes to play behind the computer.
Then he cuddles after he plays.
Friday, May 23, 2014
May is the Prettiest Month
Because everything blossoms and smells nice. Anton brought me a branch of lilacs yesterday morning. He put them right by my face so I could see them when I woke up, but I noticed as soon as he put them down because I could smell them. Happy start to any day!
Well, life is pretty uneventful at the moment (or at most moments). No nausea, no hormone-induced breakdowns... okay maybe there was one...
Last week, I got really mad at Anton for drinking my Green Machine Naked drink. Really mad. I started crying, called him an insensitive jerk, and told him not come home when he got off work. Yeah, I really did. Maybe I didn't get a nap that day...?
Fortunately, he ignored that last part and came home anyway. Bearing gifts, no less. Of course, I realized how weird I was being and apologized... after I saw the gifts... ;-)
But I was talking to a friend in our book club, and she was the same way when she was pregnant--same lack of symptoms-- and she freaked out at her husband for putting the chili on the bottom when they had chili cheese fries for dinner one night--like cried and insisted that he didn't love her... so, that made me feel a little better (that I'm not a lone weirdo).
Anyway, school is out for the kiddos, which means I'm out of a job until August. Not really sure what to do with myself until then. I could look for another job, but I would feel kind of awkward saying I can only work for you for two months...
No matter. I'll enjoy the break. Except I'm really going to miss playing soccer, tag, and jump rope. Now I have to work out on my own...
I'm going to the doctor for the first time. In June, like the first week. I'll be 12 weeks by then (according to my phone).
I was kind of freaked out after coming home from my pregnancy class the day we discussed gestational diabetes... the women who gave birth to those babies we saw, went through hell. I don't care how prepared they were, nobody's vagina is that big.
So, I decided to eat as little sugar as I can. Not that I was eating much of it anyway, but I'm now looking at the ingredients of the stuff I eat to make sure it's not too loaded. And I will force myself to work out. No premature, twelve-pound babies (who are addicted to sugar) for me. Nope.
Well, life is pretty uneventful at the moment (or at most moments). No nausea, no hormone-induced breakdowns... okay maybe there was one...
Last week, I got really mad at Anton for drinking my Green Machine Naked drink. Really mad. I started crying, called him an insensitive jerk, and told him not come home when he got off work. Yeah, I really did. Maybe I didn't get a nap that day...?
Fortunately, he ignored that last part and came home anyway. Bearing gifts, no less. Of course, I realized how weird I was being and apologized... after I saw the gifts... ;-)
But I was talking to a friend in our book club, and she was the same way when she was pregnant--same lack of symptoms-- and she freaked out at her husband for putting the chili on the bottom when they had chili cheese fries for dinner one night--like cried and insisted that he didn't love her... so, that made me feel a little better (that I'm not a lone weirdo).
Anyway, school is out for the kiddos, which means I'm out of a job until August. Not really sure what to do with myself until then. I could look for another job, but I would feel kind of awkward saying I can only work for you for two months...
No matter. I'll enjoy the break. Except I'm really going to miss playing soccer, tag, and jump rope. Now I have to work out on my own...
I'm going to the doctor for the first time. In June, like the first week. I'll be 12 weeks by then (according to my phone).
I was kind of freaked out after coming home from my pregnancy class the day we discussed gestational diabetes... the women who gave birth to those babies we saw, went through hell. I don't care how prepared they were, nobody's vagina is that big.
So, I decided to eat as little sugar as I can. Not that I was eating much of it anyway, but I'm now looking at the ingredients of the stuff I eat to make sure it's not too loaded. And I will force myself to work out. No premature, twelve-pound babies (who are addicted to sugar) for me. Nope.
Thursday, May 1, 2014
Pregnancy is Weird
Well, I got the flu... I think. Head cold + fever and stuff. I can tell when I have a fever because my back aches in a funny (but not really funny) way. And sadly, the cold means I can't sleep because every time I lay down, I can't breathe. I've also been really dizzy, but that happened before I got sick...
Anton is being a huge sweetheart and taking good care of me.
He's so patient, especially since I am super fickle about my food. Poor guy listens to me go back and forth about what I "feel" like eating... yikes.
Actually, I wish I could just go without food because I rarely feel like eating anything these days. Except apples. And dried cranberries. But I really hate how differently things taste. And I went from being only slightly picky, to obscenely picky.
I know I don't have any reason to worry, but I'm nervous for the changes my body is going through. I do not relish not being able to sleep on my stomach in the coming months. Or having to find space for a new wardrobe (of course I love getting more clothes... I just don't have anywhere to put them this time).
The worst thing about being pregnant so far... having to pee every ten minutes. Seriously, nothing is more maddening. Especially in the middle of the night. Anton can always tell when I have to go because I first let out a very obvious sigh that clearly indicates I'm irritated.
Oh, and I think the baby has made my ears even more sensitive... everything feels too loud. I flinch every time I hear something above 50 decibels.
Anyway, Anton and I talked, and we decided I can't be a full-time teacher and have a baby, and I would feel badly about leaving them in the middle of the school year (which is when the baby's due)--these kids should have as much consistency as they can in their lives, anyway.
So I'm back at the after-school program. It's slightly more fun, and I get more exercise. Plus I only work 2-4 hours a day... which gives me more time to nap, yay!
Anton is being a huge sweetheart and taking good care of me.
He's so patient, especially since I am super fickle about my food. Poor guy listens to me go back and forth about what I "feel" like eating... yikes.
Actually, I wish I could just go without food because I rarely feel like eating anything these days. Except apples. And dried cranberries. But I really hate how differently things taste. And I went from being only slightly picky, to obscenely picky.
I know I don't have any reason to worry, but I'm nervous for the changes my body is going through. I do not relish not being able to sleep on my stomach in the coming months. Or having to find space for a new wardrobe (of course I love getting more clothes... I just don't have anywhere to put them this time).
The worst thing about being pregnant so far... having to pee every ten minutes. Seriously, nothing is more maddening. Especially in the middle of the night. Anton can always tell when I have to go because I first let out a very obvious sigh that clearly indicates I'm irritated.
Oh, and I think the baby has made my ears even more sensitive... everything feels too loud. I flinch every time I hear something above 50 decibels.
Anyway, Anton and I talked, and we decided I can't be a full-time teacher and have a baby, and I would feel badly about leaving them in the middle of the school year (which is when the baby's due)--these kids should have as much consistency as they can in their lives, anyway.
So I'm back at the after-school program. It's slightly more fun, and I get more exercise. Plus I only work 2-4 hours a day... which gives me more time to nap, yay!
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Stuff is Now, Definitely Going On
Well... it's finally happened. Yep. I'm Pregnant.
I smell everything (not that that's unusual, anyway)... most of the time it's horrid, but occasionally it's glorious--like cherry tea. Cherry tea is glorious.
At least I get a baby out of it this time.
Honestly, I feel like the most blessed person in the whole world. I have been completely swept off my feet by the reverence and importance with which my husband regards parenthood.
Just a blurb about the beginning-ish:
He took me to the temple in Idaho Falls, same place where he formally asked me to marry him (he was so nervous that night, it was the cutest thing EVER), and proposed that we for real have a baby (we had been talking about it but not actually trying for real). Then we celebrated by eating out at Barnes and Noble... I know, not the kind of place you would think to eat out, but it has a cute, European-style cafe that we love, and he was so excited--I just got a glimpse of what it will be like to have children with him, and it makes me weep tears of gratitude.
I also fell in love with him all over again when I saw how disappointed he was that I didn't get pregnant immediately after we decided to have a baby--it's adorable how optimistic he was! And I mean that in a completely endearing way. And I love how he's a stickler for making me take my pills. It's sweet.
Anyway, Anton is convinced we're having a boy (who will be named Andre--a girl, we would name Katya). He says he's the one who gets to pick the sex of the baby and he already picked boy... hehe.
Okay, so when I really think about it, Anton's being a nazi about pretty much everything... even how I'm going to have the baby, but I don't really mind, because I'm just happy to have a baby at all.
P.S. I am now a full-time teacher at the EICAP Head Start program. I have my own assistant and everything! They are a very impressive program--I'd send my kids there. I feel so professional and legitimate.
I smell everything (not that that's unusual, anyway)... most of the time it's horrid, but occasionally it's glorious--like cherry tea. Cherry tea is glorious.
At least I get a baby out of it this time.
Honestly, I feel like the most blessed person in the whole world. I have been completely swept off my feet by the reverence and importance with which my husband regards parenthood.
Just a blurb about the beginning-ish:
He took me to the temple in Idaho Falls, same place where he formally asked me to marry him (he was so nervous that night, it was the cutest thing EVER), and proposed that we for real have a baby (we had been talking about it but not actually trying for real). Then we celebrated by eating out at Barnes and Noble... I know, not the kind of place you would think to eat out, but it has a cute, European-style cafe that we love, and he was so excited--I just got a glimpse of what it will be like to have children with him, and it makes me weep tears of gratitude.
I also fell in love with him all over again when I saw how disappointed he was that I didn't get pregnant immediately after we decided to have a baby--it's adorable how optimistic he was! And I mean that in a completely endearing way. And I love how he's a stickler for making me take my pills. It's sweet.
Anyway, Anton is convinced we're having a boy (who will be named Andre--a girl, we would name Katya). He says he's the one who gets to pick the sex of the baby and he already picked boy... hehe.
Okay, so when I really think about it, Anton's being a nazi about pretty much everything... even how I'm going to have the baby, but I don't really mind, because I'm just happy to have a baby at all.
P.S. I am now a full-time teacher at the EICAP Head Start program. I have my own assistant and everything! They are a very impressive program--I'd send my kids there. I feel so professional and legitimate.
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Not Much Goin' On Here
I've been dying to cut my hair lately. Every time I feel like I need to, I go through all the reasons I shouldn't:
Also, I'm not going out with a bang with the afterschool kids because they decided to hire me for real. Which means I get paid for something, finally. AND this is the highest paying job I've ever had! The degree pays off! Or working for a government-funded school program pays off...
Did I mention I'm a graduate? Yay!
Anyway, I've decided laser eye surgery is in my somewhat-near future. Contacts are incredibly irritating, so I usually wear my glasses, which seriously messes with my depth perception. Like... I sometimes hit myself in the face when I open my car door (or any door, but the car door gives me the nastier bruises). And run into walls (just the corners). And miss steps when going up or down a stairway (but only when people are watching).
And because I'm usually wearing my glasses when these things happen, they're kind of bent up, so they fall off my face every time I look down (or run into something), which is where I'm usually looking because I'm trying not to trip. It's a little frustrating.
I went to get them fixed so they would fit on my face again... the same day I got them back, I got whacked in the head by a cupboard door that came out of nowhere.
1. My hair has never really looked as good short as it does long.
2. If I hate it, it will take YEARS to get as long as I like again.
3. I can't do anything with it when it's short.
4. Anton will freak out if I cut it as short as I actually want to... and by freak out, I mean for real get mad.
5. I've never let it grow past my butt, and wouldn't that be cool to see?
It's like I'm a recovering addict of cutting my own hair... is that a thing? Anton says Mom warned him about this before we got married, but he didn't really understand until he witnessed me breaking down about it.
Well, I satisfied my hankering for change by rearranging my bedroom. Anton said no, every time I suggested it, but I did it when he was gone and now he loves it. :-)
Also, I'm not going out with a bang with the afterschool kids because they decided to hire me for real. Which means I get paid for something, finally. AND this is the highest paying job I've ever had! The degree pays off! Or working for a government-funded school program pays off...
Did I mention I'm a graduate? Yay!
Anyway, I've decided laser eye surgery is in my somewhat-near future. Contacts are incredibly irritating, so I usually wear my glasses, which seriously messes with my depth perception. Like... I sometimes hit myself in the face when I open my car door (or any door, but the car door gives me the nastier bruises). And run into walls (just the corners). And miss steps when going up or down a stairway (but only when people are watching).
And because I'm usually wearing my glasses when these things happen, they're kind of bent up, so they fall off my face every time I look down (or run into something), which is where I'm usually looking because I'm trying not to trip. It's a little frustrating.
I went to get them fixed so they would fit on my face again... the same day I got them back, I got whacked in the head by a cupboard door that came out of nowhere.
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