Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Rants
There a couple here so, I'll divide them out.
1. Pregancy rant
I've just started reading Pregnancy Sucks (which mine doesn't, so far) as recommended by Sherrie. And Sherrie, you're right, the advice is better than What to Expect. Anyway, there's a section about when to tell people about the pregnancy. The author's advice is don't tell till the second trimester because there's greater chance of miscarriage during the first. It's not the first time I've heard this advice. When we told an old friend of B.'s (who's had three children herself), her response was that we shouldn't be telling people this early.
Maybe it's the hormones, but it hacks me off a little. I'm excited about this baby, and I want everyone to know. And I certainly don't want to spend the next two months waiting for something bad not to happen so we can finally tell people. And if something bad does happen I'd rather go through it with the support of my friends and family.
So, I guess my point is, the correct response to a woman telling you she's five weeks pregnant is, "Wow, that's great! Congratulations, I hope everything goes well for you."
2. Commercial Rant
So, I'm home alone all day and feeling tired and lazy, so I watch a lot of TV. I've been seeing this Gap commercial for the skinny black pant. What the hell! Don't these people know that the skinny black pant only looked good only Leslie Caron and Audrey Hepburn. Normal people can't wear these things.
In other news, happy birthday to B., who's 38 today.
And I talked to my mother over the weekend while they were visiting my cousins in northwest Iowa. Now, my cousin has a sixth-month-old granddaughter, so they went out shopping together .... Suffice it to say yia yia says she bought a few things for Baby Barsanouphios or Agrippina. I knew it wouldn't take long.
1. Pregancy rant
I've just started reading Pregnancy Sucks (which mine doesn't, so far) as recommended by Sherrie. And Sherrie, you're right, the advice is better than What to Expect. Anyway, there's a section about when to tell people about the pregnancy. The author's advice is don't tell till the second trimester because there's greater chance of miscarriage during the first. It's not the first time I've heard this advice. When we told an old friend of B.'s (who's had three children herself), her response was that we shouldn't be telling people this early.
Maybe it's the hormones, but it hacks me off a little. I'm excited about this baby, and I want everyone to know. And I certainly don't want to spend the next two months waiting for something bad not to happen so we can finally tell people. And if something bad does happen I'd rather go through it with the support of my friends and family.
So, I guess my point is, the correct response to a woman telling you she's five weeks pregnant is, "Wow, that's great! Congratulations, I hope everything goes well for you."
2. Commercial Rant
So, I'm home alone all day and feeling tired and lazy, so I watch a lot of TV. I've been seeing this Gap commercial for the skinny black pant. What the hell! Don't these people know that the skinny black pant only looked good only Leslie Caron and Audrey Hepburn. Normal people can't wear these things.
In other news, happy birthday to B., who's 38 today.
And I talked to my mother over the weekend while they were visiting my cousins in northwest Iowa. Now, my cousin has a sixth-month-old granddaughter, so they went out shopping together .... Suffice it to say yia yia says she bought a few things for Baby Barsanouphios or Agrippina. I knew it wouldn't take long.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
My little adventure with the dog next door
On a completely different topic ... (yes two posts in a day, can you handle it)
I was pulling out the driveway this morning to run some errands and there was a very pretty little brown retriever wandering down the sidewalk. She had a collar and an ID tag. So, I stopped and got out of the car. I let her sniff me. She let me pet her and I got close enough to see her collar. There was a number, so I called and got the owner's cell phone.
She was about to head into work and lived two houses down from us, so I told her I'd just walk the dog back and hook her back up. There were two leashes hooked together to give a longer tether, so I planned to just use the shorter one still connected to the post. So I did, except that the dog managed to run a circle around me while I was hooking her back up, which quickly landed me on my ass in the grass. The dog then proceeded to break the second leash as well. Not surprising since it was just cotton cording with hook thingy on the end. The dog, who was called Jade, the proceeded to waller all over me because she so happy to have a playmate.
I called the owner again, and she said the garage was unlocked and I could put her in there. With some effort I managed it and went about my errands.
So that was my good deed for the day. It got me off schedule and a rope burn on my ankle.
I was pulling out the driveway this morning to run some errands and there was a very pretty little brown retriever wandering down the sidewalk. She had a collar and an ID tag. So, I stopped and got out of the car. I let her sniff me. She let me pet her and I got close enough to see her collar. There was a number, so I called and got the owner's cell phone.
She was about to head into work and lived two houses down from us, so I told her I'd just walk the dog back and hook her back up. There were two leashes hooked together to give a longer tether, so I planned to just use the shorter one still connected to the post. So I did, except that the dog managed to run a circle around me while I was hooking her back up, which quickly landed me on my ass in the grass. The dog then proceeded to break the second leash as well. Not surprising since it was just cotton cording with hook thingy on the end. The dog, who was called Jade, the proceeded to waller all over me because she so happy to have a playmate.
I called the owner again, and she said the garage was unlocked and I could put her in there. With some effort I managed it and went about my errands.
So that was my good deed for the day. It got me off schedule and a rope burn on my ankle.
My last hurrah
Well, I recently audition for a part in the local community theater's production of Crimes of the Heart. I was cast as Lenny, the oldest sister. My character is celebrating her thirtieth birthday when the play opens, so wohoooo I get to be 30 again!
Also, it's probably my last little hurrah on the stage before I start showing so much that I can't be cast as anything. After the little bundle arrives, well, I imagine it's frowned upon to breast feed on stage.
As for all your comments on my last post:
1. That was really unnecessary, Anjie-panjie
2. I'm against finding out the sex for exactly the reasons that were cited. I like the idea of surprise, and I will be inunndated with pink and frilly (mostly from my family) if it's a girl. I don't like pink or frilly, and frankly, my mother will more than take care of the pink and frilly after the birth. Who knows, she might actually get a girl who likes it.
Also, it's probably my last little hurrah on the stage before I start showing so much that I can't be cast as anything. After the little bundle arrives, well, I imagine it's frowned upon to breast feed on stage.
As for all your comments on my last post:
1. That was really unnecessary, Anjie-panjie
2. I'm against finding out the sex for exactly the reasons that were cited. I like the idea of surprise, and I will be inunndated with pink and frilly (mostly from my family) if it's a girl. I don't like pink or frilly, and frankly, my mother will more than take care of the pink and frilly after the birth. Who knows, she might actually get a girl who likes it.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
So far, so good
Well here's hoping that some things are passed genetically. My mom said she was never sick when she was pregnant, so far I haven't been. Been queasy off and on, but that's all.
As for the names, they're the worst Greek names we could come up with out the Saints' names books. (Agrippina was also the name of an early Roman ruler who liked to kill members of her family, but also an obsecure saint name.) And no, we're not serious.
We're still debating finding out the sex. B. wants to. I don't.
And yes, I promise to post more. Right now the little parasite is hungry again, so I'm off to the kitchen to graze.
As for the names, they're the worst Greek names we could come up with out the Saints' names books. (Agrippina was also the name of an early Roman ruler who liked to kill members of her family, but also an obsecure saint name.) And no, we're not serious.
We're still debating finding out the sex. B. wants to. I don't.
And yes, I promise to post more. Right now the little parasite is hungry again, so I'm off to the kitchen to graze.
Friday, September 08, 2006
Rumors Confirmed
I know some of you have been hearing bits and snatches of possiblities about what's going on out here in the land of corn, so I'm posting now to let everyone know at the same time.
The rumors are confirmed. We are expecting a little Barsanouphios or a little Agrippina in May.
So far things are going well. I had a little queasiness for a day about two weeks ago and a sudden aversion to the smell of cooked vegetables later that day, but that's been it. No actual morning sickness. No cravings.
In a true case of irony, the night before I went to the doctor's office to confirm the pink lines, B. decided he had a craving for ice cream and went across the street to the grocery store to pick some up at 11 p.m.
The parents are of course thrilled. Dad called and left a message on the cell phone one night and identified himself as Grandpa. I would guarantee that Mom will have bought something for the baby by the next time we go down to visit. Let the spoiling begin.
The rumors are confirmed. We are expecting a little Barsanouphios or a little Agrippina in May.
So far things are going well. I had a little queasiness for a day about two weeks ago and a sudden aversion to the smell of cooked vegetables later that day, but that's been it. No actual morning sickness. No cravings.
In a true case of irony, the night before I went to the doctor's office to confirm the pink lines, B. decided he had a craving for ice cream and went across the street to the grocery store to pick some up at 11 p.m.
The parents are of course thrilled. Dad called and left a message on the cell phone one night and identified himself as Grandpa. I would guarantee that Mom will have bought something for the baby by the next time we go down to visit. Let the spoiling begin.
