Now the FUN begins!

I’m at that point in pregnancy where I wake up at 4:00 in the morning because A) I have to pee and/or B) Sam has climbed into bed and is crowding me and I have to pee and/or C) a butterfly flew past and I couldn’t sleep through the din and I have to pee. It would be fine if I could just go pee and then get back in bed and go back to sleep, but HAHAHAHAHA of course not.

Some days I lie in bed for hours, hoping I will eventually fall back to sleep. Some days I get up and mindlessly stare at the computer, or knit, or take a bath. Today I did all three, but not at the same time. And now I have to rip out my knitting because it is Not Working Out and I haven’t figured out why so I am going to start over. (I’m not that far in, really.)

So. This is me in the bathroom at Wahoo’s Fish Tacos on Sunday. Nearly 29 weeks pregnant.


Wii Fit Thinks I’m Fat

When Shelby and Briana moved in together, they found themselves with an extra Wii Fit and asked us to hold onto it for them. The other day I set it up and put the disc in. I was a little bit nervous to find out what I actually weigh, since I’ve been using our bathroom scale which I know to be off by at least five and more likely ten or more pounds. I liked the delusion that I weigh only 149 pounds, you know?

Well, the good news is that the scale is only off by seven pounds (assuming the Wii Fit is correct), putting me at a totally respectable 156. I’m still confident in believing that I’ve gained 12 pounds so far this pregnancy, since I have no reason to believe that the scale is inaccurate in measuring differences, only that the actual weight shown is wrong.

So then I did the balance test and was informed that I am overweight (duh, two people here–there really should be a way to tell it that) and have a Wii Fit Age of 34. And, well, I am actually 31. I can’t seem to get worked up about three years, especially when I can expect one or more of them to drop off when I “lose” this baby weight. (Somebody remind me to use the Fit when I go into labor so I can shock it the next day by being ten to twenty pounds lighter all of a sudden.)

So my conclusion from the fitness test is that clearly I am in perfect shape and don’t need to do anything further. Does that sound right?

P.S. I told the Wii Fit that my goal is to gain 15 pounds. It did not blink at the higher BMI. I am thinking it is maybe not so smart.

People Say The Darndest Things

Last night at knitting one of the ladies commented that I am awfully small for a second pregnancy. She never saw me the first time around, so I thought it was a pretty ridiculous comment. But then later she said that it has to be a girl because I said that I thought the baby was sitting low and back. The notion that boys are carried out front is a really common one, and it is such nonsense. The only thing that determines how a baby is carried is the mother’s body. The individual baby moving around affects it too, of course, but it has nothing to do with whether it’s a boy or girl.

(I’m not trying to single out this one person’s comments. TONS of people say things like this.)

Now today on a message board someone is trying to tell me that it is impossible to have any color eyes except brown if you have brown eye genes, because brown is so dominant. And maybe science says that, but Will’s dad has brown eyes and Will’s eyes are blue as are Sam’s. So clearly science is full of shit.

I’m trying to think of other ridiculous beliefs people hold, specifically about pregnancy, but I’m drawing a blank. Probably because I am pregnant and therefore have no brain. Your turn!

Prego Brain Strikes Again!

So far today I have:

  • accidentally mixed the yeast in with the flour instead of the water
  • overfilled the container so the dough overflowed
  • forgotten to slash the top of the loaf and wound up with deformed bread
  • let the beans cook dry
  • forgot to make Sam lunch
  • when I remembered to make Sam lunch, forgot to give it to him

I’m sure there’s more but I CAN’T REMEMBER.

The longer you don’t blog…

Man, it is pretty hard to follow up a post that took three days to write. (Not, like, three whole days. But still.)

I’m making a playmat floor quilt thingy for the baby. I bought a fat quarter of brown fabric that I thought would make good bias binding but I eyeballed the color and, well, that wasn’t a good idea. Dumbass. On the plus side, it will go nicely with some embroidery I am doing that needed more fabric in order to be anything other than a piece of muslin with the Acorn Fairy on it. Since I’m doing the stitching all in the same shade of brown as the fat quarter, it is actually quite fortuitous. Except for the annoyance of still not having any binding for the quilt. If I do not finish it pretty much immediately I can’t count on ever finishing it.

Speaking of the baby, we have started calling it Otter because it seems to be playing just like an otter and that image makes me almost unbearably happy. Also, I have a theory: Otter is a brunette. Now, the chances are actually ridiculously high, what with all the brunettes in our families and the fact that it’s a dominant gene, so you may be wondering what the hell I am talking about. I mean, what’s next? Will I predict blue eyes? Here’s the actual theory: when I was pregnant with Sam I became obsessed with the color orange and he has ginger-colored hair; this time I am really, really into brown. Case closed.

In other news, Sam and I are housesitting for Cassie and Will came down for the weekend. He has gone home now and I miss him. While he was here, we watched Indiana Jones and the Impossibly Long Name Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. I have to tell you, I went in expecting to hate it but determined to at least have fun watching it. And, um. I LOVED IT. I have almost zero issues with it as a movie, as part of the Indiana Jones franchise, as anything. I thought it was AWESOME and I think I might watch it again. Like, tomorrow. Or maybe even tonight. So there. (I am considering poking around the internet to try to figure out why everyone hated it so much, but it is possible that I’d rather not know.)

Have I mentioned how nice it is to have all this space to sew? I’ve taken over the entire dining table with my supplies. There is room to cut fabric! And I can set up my machine AND my computer! At the same time!

Also, Sam loves the pool again. He has refused to go in it the last couple of times we’ve visited, and he was very resistant yesterday, but by today he was refusing to get out even when he could not stop shivering. He climbs out onto the edge, then jumps to one of us and has us swim across the pool with him, then climbs out onto the edge and repeats process. It is awesome. We are trying to get him to practice kicking, but he likes to cling to us like a monkey when he is not jumping like a daredevil.

A message from Sam: kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk kkkkkkkkklllllllllllllll llllllllllllllllllllll kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

Those are his two favorite letters on the keyboard, as you may have already guessed if we are Twitter friends. I think he is trying to spell his last name.

I’m sure I have lots of other things I could write about, but this should do it for now. I will be the pregnant one with the embroidery. Sam will be the small one who is STILL wide awake.

Things You Should Know

You can read the first chapter of DANI NOIR right now. And frankly, I can’t think of any reason that you would do anything else. I read an advance copy of the book and it is one of the best I have ever read. Bar none.

I just made these scones (I did the rolled version) and they are so incredible that I can hardly think straight. My only regret is not having any Devonshire cream to go on them.

I have a big old baby belly. It is not quite as cute as last time, because, well, frankly I am fatter and my skin is less taut. But oh well. Looky:


I definitely had more things to tell you but I am too full of scones for my brain to work.

A Drawer of One’s Own

Will and I met in college. We both had single rooms, but my dorm was in the middle of campus and full of freshmen, while his was on the edge nearest town and full of upperclassmen who mainly kept to themselves. Needless to say, during the semester that we were shacked up we mainly slept (and didn’t sleep, if you know what I mean) in his room. At some point after I’d stayed over several times and we’d determined (without really talking about it because if you talk about it, it might be real and that would not do) that our little affair was likely to continue, Will offered me a drawer. His room had a strange little built-in closet/dresser thingy, and he offered me a drawer.

I believe I said no. Possibly because his previous girlfriend had a drawer and I was not very happy with the way she had unceremoniously dumped him before we met but was spending all of her time trying to regain his affections now that he was sleeping with me. (I could say so much more about that, but this is not about her.) Or more likely because having my own drawer would make it real and that would not do.

Time passed. We moved in together. We both had all the drawers we wanted. (Actually, that is not true; there are never enough drawers.) Sam came along. We gave him some drawer space. We rearranged and rearranged and mostly figured out where to keep things like t-shirts and socks and diapers and all of that.

And now we are having another baby. Today I pulled out some storage bags from under the bed and went through all of the outgrown baby clothes that we kept.


(If you click on the photo, you’ll go to Flickr where there everything is labeled.)

After I’d sorted it all by size, I put everything 6 months to 2 years back under the bed and then I gave the baby its own drawer. And now the dresser that is mainly Sam’s (which is an antique cherry dresser that belonged to my great-grandmother) has a drawer full of newborn and 0-3 month clothing, along with a pile of bibs and socks of indeterminate size.

I have not gone through the diapers yet, partly because we do not yet have anywhere to put them and partly because most of the infant sizes were either worn out or loaned to friends. But I will do that next. Because there might be five whole months to go, but something tells me it will fly by in no time.

And now everyone in the family has at least one drawer.

Flower Friday

flowers-may2(I can’t remember which blog I saw this on, or I’d link. But according to somebody it is Flower Friday and I am playing along.)

(Wait, here it is! I saw it at Vintage Chica, who found the idea here.)

Here is the story of these flowers:

I took a pregnancy test on the last Wednesday of April, while on the phone with Will. It was, obviously, positive.

The following Saturday, he and Sam went to the store together and came home with these flowers. Will explained that he’d wanted to bring me flowers on Wednesday, but couldn’t figure out how to get them home on the Vespa.

I liked it better this way anyhow, because Sam picked out the bouquet.

It’s a…

…nother Jedi!

(Did I trick you? Silly goose.)

Seriously, you guys. This baby’s acrobatics are rivaling Sam’s, and it is still a bitty little thing. I am hopeful that it will be a calm baby once it is on the outside, but I’d say my chances are slim. Last week the baby did something that I described to Will as a “quadruple back flip,” to be said in Jack Black’s Kung Fu Panda voice please. Yesterday it performed such a feat of tumbling that all I could say was “Whoa.” When I told Will, he said it’s obviously a Jedi.

And then today, when we went for our walk, Sam and I found an abandoned light saber. It might be broken, but I think Will can fix it. (Um, honey? I have a light saber for you to fix. We found it in the hallway.) OBVIOUSLY it is for the little Pepita.