Archive for October, 2010

Due Date Democracy- October 28, 2010

Thursday, October 28th, 2010

Today was the due date and I’m still pregnant.  Frankly, I’m pretty upset about it, so lets move on.  Shall we?

Election Day is Tuesday.  Yep, I’m that dork who’s up on local and state midterm elections.  I even cast a ballot in the Primary a few months ago.  It was pretty much me, the candidates, their families, and old people pissed about Medicare donut holes.

Today I jinxed myself into still being with child for another week by voting early.  I guess I was trying to pass the time to avoid insanity set a good example for my child.  Downtown was a cluster and it’s unseasonably hot.  So hot I’m rockin’ the Rainbow flip-flops until November.  (I’m a pregnant Southerner!  I’ll do what I want!) I did not want to find a spot blocks away and then walk to the Board of Elections.  I decided I would use my child to make my life easier and pulled up to the curbside voting for handicapped people.

I know, I’m not handicapped.  I’m perfectly capable.  But, I did it anyway.  I said to the poll worker who came to t, “I’m nine-months pregnant.  Can I vote curbside?”  He asked me when I was due and I told him.  He said, “If you came out here on your due date to vote, you can vote right here in your car.”  He brought me my ballot on a clipboard.  God bless that man, and God bless the United States of America.  
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I’ve become an "old wife"- October 27, 2010

Wednesday, October 27th, 2010

I have made it clear through this pregnancy that I am vehemently against old wives tales.  I was shocked at the things I heard before we found out it was a girl.  I mean, check here, and here.  (They’re short, I promise.)  I swear Anne Boleyn didn’t hear the tales I heard!

But, tomorrow is the due date and there are no signs of labor.  Who are these women that have babies EARLY?!  I’m starting to believe contractions and ruptured membranes are ancient OB/GYN myths designed to scare women into celibacy.  I don’t talk about my cervix on the Internet.  I just don’t.  (Although I appreciate those women who are less prudish open enough to talk about that stuff on the Internet so I can read it.)  I’ll just say, there are no signs of anything happening anytime soon.
I’m deathly afraid of things dragging out to 42 weeks.  I’m also deathly afraid of Pitocin and cesarean sections.  See my dilemma?  So, at this point I’m open to becoming an old wife and embracing all the tales.  So far I have done the following…
  • Walked…around the lake, on the treadmill, up the stairs, around Target.  (My friend’s water broke in Target.)  I even did the “curb walk.”  Don’t judge me!  I’m not above it!  You shouldn’t be either.  
This is the “curb gallop.”  I totally get this insanity…
  • We…um…{ahem}…did what got us into this.  I don’t think I need to explain.
  • Pineapple.  I plan to eat pineapple.  But, apparently you  have to eat like 7 pineapples in a day to make it work.  Good thing I like it.  
  • Cleaned.  I’m gonna clean again.
  • Ate spicy food
The Doc says none of this really works.  I asked her if I could do it anyway.  She said, “Knock yourself out.”  After the due date I’m gonna try the Mac ‘n Cheese with A1 sauce. (I heard for it to work you have to wait until after the due date.)  Oddly enough it sounds good.  And, here I thought having cravings was just an old wives tale.  
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In the mirror- October 26, 2010

Tuesday, October 26th, 2010

Do you ever have moments in your life when you look in the mirror and you can hardly believe that’s you?  I’ve had a couple I can think of.  Here they are… (Yes, I had to take a picture of a picture.  Sorry, the scanner is on the fritz.)


This was me when I was a senior in high school on the Homecoming Court in 1998 for the class of 1999.  I had a bit of a rough patch in high school (I mean who didn’t, right?) and this was sort of confirmation in my mind that it was over and I had moved on.  It was a fun night.  I remember looking at myself in the mirror before I left for the football game and thinking “Who is that girl who gets to ride on the back of a convertible in the parade and will head off to college soon?”
Oh, the things I would tell this girl now!  Things like….
  • “Good Lord Amy, DON’T let a boyfriend from high school follow you to college!  Going to college with a boyfriend is like going to an all-you-can-eat buffet after you’ve already eaten.”  
  • “Pledge the sorority your freshman year.  It’s that much fun.”
  • “Check the oil in your car more often than you think.”
  • “Be smarter with your money.  Spring Break will be a lot better if you do.”
  • “Do more than one internship.”
  • “I know BCN 301 is at 8:30am.  GET UP ANYWAY and PAY ATTENTION!  Then you won’t have to repeat it this summer.”
  • “Have more fun than you should and soak up every memory.”
This is not the best wedding picture of me.  (But, look at that handsome man on my arm!)  We have some fantastic ones.  But, this will do for the purposes of this post.  I remember trying on wedding dresses and looking at myself in the mirror and thinking, “Who is this young woman wearing a wedding dress and planning such a big day?”  
Oh, the things I would tell this woman now!  Things like…
  • “Congratulations Amy.  This is the best decision you’ve made.  You and Greyson have a wonderful life together.”
  • “Write your thank you notes sooner than later.”
  • “Brace yourself for the biggest disappointment and heartache of your life just a month after this picture is taken.  That’s when Dad will leave Mom.  You will have to buck up, and forgive more than you ever have.  But, Mom is better off and things turn out okay.  You’ll have to keep praying, though.  You’ll have to keep praying to keep forgiveness in your heart as you work to repair things with Dad.”
  • “Push yourself harder and sooner in your career.  You’re capable of more than you think.  Don’t be intimidated.  You’re in charge of your own career destiny.  You’ll get there eventually.  Keep up the good work.”
  • “Have more fun than you should and soak up every memory.”

Sometimes when I look in the mirror now I can hardly believe it’s me with that pregnant belly.  “Who is this woman who’s about to be a mother?  Surely it’s not me.” 

Oh, the things I wish I could tell this woman!  But, I have nothing.  
That’s okay.  Every time I’ve had these moments in the mirror a fantastic new phase of life began.  Here we go again.  I guess I’ll just say something like this…

  • “Have more fun than you should and soak up every memory.”
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Baby baggage- October 25, 2010

Monday, October 25th, 2010

Well, the week is here and I’m finally home. Thursday is the due date.  I made the decision with the doc this morning to stay home this week.  I’m here, with fingers crossed this kid will show up soon.

There isn’t really anything else to do to get ready.  We’re all packed…

Yep, that is totally a PPB from the new fall line.  Be jealous!  Yep, that’s my good-old Vera Bradley luggage my husband is man enough to haul around the airport.  
Please look at all the crap we have.  We packed according to the list from our childbirth class and various websites.  I Tweeted, asking for advice.  The best I got was from my friend Katie.  She delivered at the same hospital.  She was kind enough to write this on my Facebook…

I’m once again weighing in on a Tweet without a Twitter. When I went to the hospital I had a suitcase on wheels with all kinds of paraphernalia inside and a bag that I put my laptop and camera in– because yes, I Facebooked and blogged within about two hours of giving birth. The nurses told me they could always tell first time moms by the amount of luggage. Here’s what you need: One pair of pajamas or a night gown– To be honest, it’s easier to breastfeed in the hospital gown and you have a tendency to be a little messy those first days, so I’d just save the nice pjs for when you get home and the mess is a bit more under control. Also, you need something loose and casual to wear home— you’ll still need maternity clothes. Also, bring a book to read and some favorite DVDs for labor– because your room has a DVD player and most of labor is just waiting around. Bring some nursing bras and underwear, but it should be your least nice pairs and they should be huge because you keep a big ice pack in your drawers as well as a maxipad the size of a sofa pillow for the first 3-4 days after delivery. The hospital provides both and sends you home with extras. Also bring one outfit for the baby to wear home. I wouldn’t bother putting her in shoes. Don’t bother bringing socks for yourself. The hospital provides them.

Also, be sure to grab whatever freebies you can from the baby hospital bassinets when you leave. The little beds are on top of these cabinets on wheels and in those cabinets are diapers, extra t-shirts (which are perfect for those first days), a blanket or two, some toboggans, and the nose snorters– get as many of those as there are because the hospital ones are the best and you’ll need them often. Don’t feel guilty about taking it either. The nurses said that everyone does it because I had an attack of conscience and so I asked and she said it was pretty much expected.

Anyway, bottom line: when it comes to the hospital bag, less is more. You can bring make-up because people do tend to take lots of pictures of you, but I never felt like applying it.

Finally, don’t hesitate to ask the nurses to take the baby to the nursery whenever you’re not feeding her. You need to rest. Although I’m not really one to talk because I insisted on holding Will the entire first night because I just couldn’t get enough of him. 



This was all extremely helpful!  Does it mean I’ll pack less?  Probably not, but I need all the advice I can get, and then apparently ignore.  Don’t take it personal Katie.  Oh, and congrats on baby number 2 being a boy!  (She just found out today.) 
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Maternity photos- October 24, 2010

Sunday, October 24th, 2010

We did a maternity photo shoot.  I wanted pictures of just us and Ginger as a family for the last time.  I wanted a “lovely autumn”  type of look.  Alas, it was 85 degrees.  Honestly, my real goal was to not take any photos that could end up on Awkward Family Photos.  For a good laugh check out their maternity/pregnancy section.

Here they are…

A walk in the park sans stroller.  
Ginger is happy to still be the “only child.”  
My “sexy mama” pose.  Ha!
Ginger looking beautiful!
I always hang out of barn windows.
See, there I go again.  
I love this one because it looks like Ginger is smiling at us!
Yes, another professional picture of my dog.  I already told you we’re “those people.” 
And…we walk away again.  See how I did that?  
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