Archive for May, 2010

Gender bender- May 31, 2010

Monday, May 31st, 2010

We are just a day away from finding out whether our little Mango is a boy or a girl.  (Oh, we’re at mango this week.  No Farmers’ Market pics.  Tropical lovelies like that don’t grow here in NC.)  Wednesday, June 2 is the day we no longer have to refer to our child as a fruit, but rather as he or she.

When my friend Colleen was here last week we were at the drug store and discussed buying Intelligender.  Have you heard of this?  It can predict the sex of your baby before the doc can.  Supposedly it’s more accurate than dangling your wedding ring on the end of a chain over your belly.  Have you heard of this little trick?  But, no way was I buying this $40 pee test.  

According to the Ancient Chinese Gender Chart, (or internet gimmick, I don’t know) it’s a boy.  Supposedly that thing has a 90% accuracy rate.  (What?  50% of the time?)  
I have to say this for the chart, I’ve been in agreement.  From the first night we found out we were pregnant I’ve thought it was a boy.  Greyson has been with me on this and we haven’t wavered until the last few days.    My sister would bet everything it’s a girl.  My Papa (Paternal Grandfather) would give his right arm for it to be a boy.  
I guess what it comes down to for me is I just don’t care.  
For example, nothing on earth bugs me more than when a friend has given birth to their healthy, beautiful, second son and another friend immediately says.  “Do you think she’ll try again for a girl?”  What?!  Who thinks like that?  Every child is a blessing regardless.  And, God forbid a child overheard something like that someday and for any reason at all felt unwanted.  
Besides, I know parents who have gotten their wish for a “perfect” and “balanced ” family with one boy and one girl, and are no more perfect, balanced, or happy than any other family.  (Some are a hot mess actually.)  The sex of the children doesn’t determine the happiness and love a family has.  
So, yes, I’m excited to know for sure how I’m going to decorate the nursery.  (Which by-the-way, no matter which sex will be KICK ASS!)  But, Baby I love you no matter if the room is pink or blue.  I just think of Wednesday as the day I get to know you a little more.  


That’s right! It’s a maternity shirt. Bring it!- May 28, 2010

Saturday, May 29th, 2010

We went out last night with friends.  I rocked a maternity shirt for the first time.  (Please note, the jeans were my regular jeans still buttoned.  Okay, I did unbutton them after dinner.)  

Greyson took the pic before I was ready….

That’s better…


Toys, I hadn’t even though of toys.- May 27, 2010

Saturday, May 29th, 2010

Greyson has been out of town in Orlando on business.  (He got to go for a sneak preview of the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, by the way, only one of my life’s ambitions.  My jealousy abounds.  But, he was sweet not to go on things without me.  Okay, Amy, you’re digressing, focus on your post.)

When my Mom was pregnant with me my parents went to Walt Disney World.  They bought me a little Pooh Bear to go in my crib.  I had it for years.  

So, my heart almost burst open when Greyson came home from Orlando with our baby’s first toys.  These…

He said he figured you can’t go wrong with classics for first toys.  Enjoy Baby! 

Best "weekend" I’ve had in awhile- May 25, 2010

Tuesday, May 25th, 2010

So I have the lousy luck of working weekends.  There is a light at the end of the tunnel as that will soon change.   Having your days off on Mondays and Tuesdays is like getting your Christmas presents on December 27th.  I mean, sure, whoever gave them to you got a deal on the 26th.  But, you’re still having mediocre fun with no one around as you open them 2 days later.

But, this week I got the loveliest surprise for my weekend.  My old friend from college and sorority sister Colleen was in town.  She had a job interview and fingers crossed she’ll be moving to Raleigh.  This move wouldn’t just be for a new job but, a new start for my friend who’s ready for a change in a different city.  I got to take her around, we looked at new apartments, ate at some of my favorite places, and just got caught up.

She went with me as I bought my first maternity dress today!  Ahhh!  I needed something to wear to a wedding later this week and in June, so I sucked it up and got one.  Thankfully, it doesn’t even look that maternity.  This milestone reminded me of another wardrobe milestone.  Colleen was there as I  tried on wedding dresses for the first time.  He he!  Memories!

We even got to eat dinner with Sara one night.  Take a look at this picture.  This is us taking a few hours to just be together and not worry about careers, job interviews, ultrasound appointments, husbands, weight gain, ex-boyfriends, grad school, families, moving….whew!  (Is that all we worry about.)

I love you Girls!  (Thanks for letting the pregnant chick polish off the crab dip.  That’s friendship.)

Lil’ Tater- May 24, 2010

Monday, May 24th, 2010

I’m never going to look at the produce aisle (or farmers’ market) the same ever again.  Through The Bump and the What to Expect iPhone app I’ve been watching each week as our little one has moved all the way from poppy seed now to a sweet potato!

Me being silly with a Sweet Potato at the State Farmers’ Market in Raleigh today.
17 weeks means we have our little sweet potato!  I love this. That’s so much better than the turnip it was last week.  I have an affinity for sweet potatoes as it is.  Greyson is amazed at how my southern family has sweet potatoes or sweet potato pie at far more family functions than just Thanksgiving.
So this week I’ve been thinking of it as my “Lil’ Tater,” which got me thinking of nicknames.  Growing up my Dad always called me “Shortcake”.  I love it.  I don’t know many little girls who grew up in the 1980’s who weren’t obsessed with Strawberry Shortcake like I was.  But, I bet that wasn’t their nickname.  There were lots of kids with nicknames like “Princess”, “Pumpkin”, or “Champ.”  But, no other Shortcakes.  Between the ages of about 12 to 16 Dad was kind enough not to call me that in front of my friends because I thought I was so freakin’ cool.  By college, I embraced it and had a vanity license plate for years that said SHRTKAKE.  (It was humorous the day I had to explain to Dad why it was so important that there was an “R” in the spelling of my plate.)  
I’ve been thinking what nickname my little one will have one day.  (Maybe I should be focusing on a real name, but that’s another post.)  But, this week I’ve enjoyed dreaming about what this baby will love as a kid, and what we might affectionately call it one day.  
So keep growing “Lil’ Tater.”  Mama loves you!