I hope everyone's christmas holiday was as full and fun as ours. The nauseau, although not gone completely, has gotten progressively better as long as I don't "overdo" it. Despite all, we managed to host 2 holiday parties and a good-bye party, attend 2 other christmas parties and enjoy christmas celebrations with both our family here in MS and LA. Christmas day also marked my grandparent's 60th wedding anniversary, which we celebrated with a feast fit for kings. They (my grandparents) are such an inspiration to me. They've been married twice as long as I've been alive! Quite an accomplishment in this day and age, I might add.
As wonderful as this holiday season was, it was still bittersweet as we remembered our loved ones we lost in 2009: Both of Jeff's grandparents on the Smith side, his great grandmother and my grandmother from Alaska. Thankfully we both have many wonderful christmas memories with our lost loved ones to keep us going.
I left my camera at home, so no pictures until next week. But I had to share with you a very funny thing that happened on the way home from Louisiana Tuesday night.
We stopped at a Popeye's in Leesville to pick up dinner around 5:30 PM. Jeff and I are at the counter waiting for our order, which was taking forever, so he hands me the keys and says he'll bring the food out if I want to wait in the car. Keep in mind that I am greasy from traveling, and all bundled up in my peacoat and scarf. Not cute at all.
I get about halfway to my car and hear someone calling "Excuse me maam" from behind. I turn around and realize it is the guy who had been standing behind us in line at the restaurant. I'll have to say the first thing that ran through my head was he was going to ask for $$, so I warily turned around to give him my attention. In hindsight I realize that might not have been the smartest move, but there were several cars in the drive through right next to me, so I figured if he tried to kidnap me or something, one of them would jump out to help.
So I'm standing there, slightly distracted by the moon reflecting off of his 15 gold teeth, and he says:
"I don't mean to be rude, but I happened to notice that you just left a good-looking man like myself standing in the lobby, and I was wondering if you'd like to get better aquainted."
At this point I realize am staring at him somewhat dumbfoundedly. Seriously, I mean SERIOUSLY. I just left my 6'5" husband standing in the lobby, and you're asking if I want to hook up with you?
But of course, of all the things I should have said, "No thanks" was all that popped out as I turned and scooted to the car and locked the door. No thanks, as in no thanks, I don't want an extra cookie. Or no thanks, I don't want to buy any candy from your charity. Should have been more like He@# no you DUMBA@#. And you better get away from me before my gladiator sized husband comes out here and knocks all of those gold teeth right out of your head. Ugghh, no thanks. What a waste of words.
So that, my friends, was my pick-up story for the books. Pregnant and hit on in Leesville, LA, right under my husband's nose. And I know you're all wondering Jeff's reaction. I actually waited until we were about 2 miles from the restaurant to say anything, because I was afraid he would go back and try to kill the guy. Fortunately he thought it was just as funny and ridiculous as I did, and we laughed about it all the way out of town.
I hope everyone has a wonderful New Year!!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
All Worth It
For any of my pre-children/pregnant friends I might have scared with my previous post, here's one to show you that it's all worth it in the end.
My nephew, Marshal Jude Boatman, was born last night after 12 hours of labor, which included 2 hours of pushing. Apparently he heard the word C-Section and decided he'd save them the trouble, finally making his appearance around 10pm. He weighed in at 7lbs11oz and is as cute as a button, even with his little conehead (they really had to use the vaccuum/suction machine to get him out). We already know one thing about the little guy - he likes to take his time. Despite family history (my mom delivered all 3 of us 2 weeks early), he waited until his exact due date to arrive, then another 12 hours after mom's water broke to make his grand appearance.
Epidurals are GREAT Lana says!!
Proud pappa and his support
Beautiful, beautiful boy
Family shot - terrible picture of Paige, but the only one I had. Keep in mind it was close to 11pm by this time.
Proud Big Sister
My sister had a great attitude about everything...pregnancy, labor and delivery. I'm so proud of her!! She's leaving me some big shoes to fill in about 7 months.
Here are a few shots from earlier this month. This is a picture of all the Smith kids and grandkids at Jeff's grandfather's funeral. Amy and Eric are the couple to the left, and 6 of the 7 kids pictured belong to them- from oldest to youngest: David, Katherine, Deborah and Ellen (twins), Benjamin and Issac. Justin and Sarah are to our right, and they have the little girl in the hat, Cheyenne, and are expecting another one just 2 weeks before us. Fun times! We can't wait to see everyone again at christmas!
This is what we woke up to Saturday morning
Up the street
Our little "Circle"
Maybe we won't just be dreaming of a White Christmas this year!!
My nephew, Marshal Jude Boatman, was born last night after 12 hours of labor, which included 2 hours of pushing. Apparently he heard the word C-Section and decided he'd save them the trouble, finally making his appearance around 10pm. He weighed in at 7lbs11oz and is as cute as a button, even with his little conehead (they really had to use the vaccuum/suction machine to get him out). We already know one thing about the little guy - he likes to take his time. Despite family history (my mom delivered all 3 of us 2 weeks early), he waited until his exact due date to arrive, then another 12 hours after mom's water broke to make his grand appearance.
Epidurals are GREAT Lana says!!
Proud pappa and his support
Beautiful, beautiful boy
Family shot - terrible picture of Paige, but the only one I had. Keep in mind it was close to 11pm by this time.
Proud Big Sister
My sister had a great attitude about everything...pregnancy, labor and delivery. I'm so proud of her!! She's leaving me some big shoes to fill in about 7 months.
Here are a few shots from earlier this month. This is a picture of all the Smith kids and grandkids at Jeff's grandfather's funeral. Amy and Eric are the couple to the left, and 6 of the 7 kids pictured belong to them- from oldest to youngest: David, Katherine, Deborah and Ellen (twins), Benjamin and Issac. Justin and Sarah are to our right, and they have the little girl in the hat, Cheyenne, and are expecting another one just 2 weeks before us. Fun times! We can't wait to see everyone again at christmas!
This is what we woke up to Saturday morning
Up the street
Our little "Circle"
Maybe we won't just be dreaming of a White Christmas this year!!
Thursday, December 3, 2009
You Know You're Pregnant When
**Warning this post is not for anyone with a queasy stomach!!
You eat almost a pack of saltine crackers a day.
You try not to drink anything past 7pm, yet still have to get up no less than 3 times a night to pee.
You can walk directly from the toilet in the bathroom where you lost most of your lunch back to the table where you were eating said lunch and immediately pick back up where you left off.
You realize at 9 weeks that you’re not “showing yet,” but can’t stand anything on your stomach, so as a result walk around with your pants unzipped and unbuttoned all day.
You have no appetite and nothing sounds good, but have to eat to keep from getting too hungry and puking.
You have to ask your friend carpooling with you if it’s okay to stop and puke in a parking lot on the way home, or if it’s okay to come in and puke in her bathroom before heading on down the road. (Love ya Lauren!)
You feel the need to announce in the public bathroom that you’re pregnant, not sick, when you’re forced to puke when there are other people around.
You have to eat breakfast 3 times some days because the first two wouldn’t stay down.
You can’t talk on the cellphone in the car without getting sick. Really, you can’t drive more than 15 minutes without getting sick.
You actually stop to think about whether or not something will taste too bad coming back up before you eat it.
You’ve puked so much that you’d rather puke outside, than in a toilet. Less messy.
Isn’t pregnancy grand:)
Truly, I don’t mean to complain. It is what it is, and women have been giving birth for thousands of years. I’m just hoping my second trimester will run a little more smoothly. Honestly though, before I got pregnant, I was terrified of being sick all the time. Turns out I had reason to be, because I have been sick a lot, but you know what? It’s not as bad as I’d imagined, or at least I’m better equipped to deal with it than I thought. I still hate throwing up, but now that it’s part of a means to an end, it’s a little easier to deal with.
For the first 2 weeks I obsessed about throwing up, and would get all worked up when I did. Now, I just kind of go with the flow. There’s really no rhyme or reason to it at this point, so when I feel it coming on, I just do it. If I’m not at a place where I can lay down until the nausea subsides, it’s better just to get it over with instead of waiting and getting all upset and worked up, then racing to the bathroom with my hand over my mouth.
However, although I have been nauseous A LOT, it does appear I might possibly have contracted the stomach flu 2 times this past month. I was highly susceptible to the virus before, and am apparently even moreso pregnant. For most people, myself included, puking 15 times in one evening is not a normal part of pregnancy. I just feel terrible because I’ve come to work both times thinking it was just the baby. That’s the hard part about pregnancy, it’s hard to tell if you’re really sick or just pregnant.
And the upside of all of this – if you would call it that, getting to veg on the couch and watch episodes of Bones every evening until bedtime. And having your husband be super sweet to you because he feels so bad that you feel so bad. And since this is my favorite time of year, I have had ample time already to FULLY appreciate our Charlie Brown Christmas tree and gas fireplace this season from my perch on the couch.
Hope everyone had a Happy Thanksgiving!!
You eat almost a pack of saltine crackers a day.
You try not to drink anything past 7pm, yet still have to get up no less than 3 times a night to pee.
You can walk directly from the toilet in the bathroom where you lost most of your lunch back to the table where you were eating said lunch and immediately pick back up where you left off.
You realize at 9 weeks that you’re not “showing yet,” but can’t stand anything on your stomach, so as a result walk around with your pants unzipped and unbuttoned all day.
You have no appetite and nothing sounds good, but have to eat to keep from getting too hungry and puking.
You have to ask your friend carpooling with you if it’s okay to stop and puke in a parking lot on the way home, or if it’s okay to come in and puke in her bathroom before heading on down the road. (Love ya Lauren!)
You feel the need to announce in the public bathroom that you’re pregnant, not sick, when you’re forced to puke when there are other people around.
You have to eat breakfast 3 times some days because the first two wouldn’t stay down.
You can’t talk on the cellphone in the car without getting sick. Really, you can’t drive more than 15 minutes without getting sick.
You actually stop to think about whether or not something will taste too bad coming back up before you eat it.
You’ve puked so much that you’d rather puke outside, than in a toilet. Less messy.
Isn’t pregnancy grand:)
Truly, I don’t mean to complain. It is what it is, and women have been giving birth for thousands of years. I’m just hoping my second trimester will run a little more smoothly. Honestly though, before I got pregnant, I was terrified of being sick all the time. Turns out I had reason to be, because I have been sick a lot, but you know what? It’s not as bad as I’d imagined, or at least I’m better equipped to deal with it than I thought. I still hate throwing up, but now that it’s part of a means to an end, it’s a little easier to deal with.
For the first 2 weeks I obsessed about throwing up, and would get all worked up when I did. Now, I just kind of go with the flow. There’s really no rhyme or reason to it at this point, so when I feel it coming on, I just do it. If I’m not at a place where I can lay down until the nausea subsides, it’s better just to get it over with instead of waiting and getting all upset and worked up, then racing to the bathroom with my hand over my mouth.
However, although I have been nauseous A LOT, it does appear I might possibly have contracted the stomach flu 2 times this past month. I was highly susceptible to the virus before, and am apparently even moreso pregnant. For most people, myself included, puking 15 times in one evening is not a normal part of pregnancy. I just feel terrible because I’ve come to work both times thinking it was just the baby. That’s the hard part about pregnancy, it’s hard to tell if you’re really sick or just pregnant.
And the upside of all of this – if you would call it that, getting to veg on the couch and watch episodes of Bones every evening until bedtime. And having your husband be super sweet to you because he feels so bad that you feel so bad. And since this is my favorite time of year, I have had ample time already to FULLY appreciate our Charlie Brown Christmas tree and gas fireplace this season from my perch on the couch.
Hope everyone had a Happy Thanksgiving!!
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