tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36745202011-04-21T19:25:15.562-07:00A Town Without RamenPlease take off your shoes before coming inside...Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comBlogger4391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1130271286086788812005-10-25T12:56:00.000-07:002005-10-25T13:14:46.093-07:00I guess this is my monthly post...Mother-in-law called to make sure we're rooting for the 'Stros (she's from Galveston), but I already decided during the playoffs that I would root for Chicago. I'd be happier if the A's were in it. I think Torre needs to go, but I don't really care since I'm not a Yankees fan. They can keep on losing -- I'm fine with that.Z is a black kitty for Halloween. Very Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1128113718661242412005-09-30T13:53:00.000-07:002005-09-30T13:55:18.666-07:00I've noticed at the Moms Groups that other little boys' penises are bigger than my son's penis. That's not something he inherited from me....Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1128112975833442562005-09-30T13:24:00.000-07:002005-09-30T13:42:55.840-07:00I didn't think I was going to make it to the Moms Group today. First there was the pooping all over that had to be cleaned up. It took me awhile to pick out clothes because I was (am constantly) tired. I got the clothes on him, and he proceeded to barf milk and yesterday's sweet potatoes all over his clothes. I grabbed new clothes and finally got him out the door.A mom at the group lives Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1127852698494733502005-09-27T13:07:00.000-07:002005-09-27T13:24:58.503-07:00Okay, this is a little ridiculous. It's been way too long since I last posted. My baby is crawling now (has been for over 3 weeks), is pulling himself up to stand, has 2 teeth and is working on 2 others, and is eating solids every day. He's taking a nap now (woohoo!), which he hasn't done well in awhile. I know that I need to get some work done, but I also wanted to tend to my much neglected Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1123547924089565782005-08-08T17:30:00.000-07:002005-08-08T17:38:44.096-07:00I can't believe it's been over a month since I last posted. It looks like no one noticed, though, so I don't know if I should put this blog out of its misery or keep going. Hmm...Zane will be 6 months on Saturday, so he'll finally get his first taste of food. I'm a little bit sad about it, though. I didn't realize that I have this much pride invested in having grown him with my own body. I'll getPinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1120261379643200762005-07-01T16:31:00.000-07:002005-07-01T16:42:59.650-07:00I'm starting to get the hang of this napping thing. I just have to put him down when I start noticing that he's tired, and he'll fall asleep within 5 minutes. How is he able to do that, yet I lie awake for an hour this morning after feeding him at 5 a.m. even though I'm dog tired? (The best part was when the sprinklers went off at 6 a.m. after I had just fallen asleep.) Anyway, I'm enjoying Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1119304947178247512005-06-20T15:01:00.000-07:002005-06-20T15:02:27.183-07:00My husband asked yesterday, "Can I have Vicodin for Father's Day?"At least someone enjoyed my C-section.Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1118702829168408422005-06-13T15:46:00.000-07:002005-06-13T15:47:09.170-07:00Today's Zane's 4-month birthday. Four short months ago, I was in pain every 6 minutes while waiting to meet my baby. Why does that seem like ages ago?Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1118702752777156652005-06-13T15:45:00.000-07:002005-06-13T15:45:52.776-07:00One word: Dreyer's Drumstick ice cream.Okay, that's not one word.Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1118702630610049252005-06-13T15:40:00.000-07:002005-06-13T15:45:22.823-07:00We ordered a new digital camera this weekend. We're getting the Canon Powershot A520. It weighs half what our old camera weighs, has more features, costs much less and still has the manual controls. I wanted a camera that was light enough to carry around in the diaper bag, and ours just isn't. I can't wait until the new one comes.We have a lot of pictures where our baby's eyes are big and round Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1118702401949360642005-06-13T15:35:00.000-07:002005-06-13T15:45:03.276-07:00I decided to try something new: the 5 minutes crying in crib/5 minutes holding/10 minutes in crib/10 minutes holding/15 minutes in crib. I started on Friday, and I've been doing it every day since then. It's difficult to hear him cry and not do anything to help him, but I think it may work. He eventually falls asleep. This afternoon he fell asleep when I had him back in the crib for the 10-minutePinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1118177210696421642005-06-07T13:42:00.000-07:002005-06-07T13:46:50.700-07:00I've come to the conclusion that Zane's extreme fussiness and unconsolable crying in the evenings is due to teething. I think it's funny how long it takes him to do something before I notice a pattern. Until yesterday, I just thought that he wasn't taking his evening naps anymore. I don't know why it takes me so long to figure things out. I guess babies just change so quickly that you just start Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1118097945028195472005-06-06T15:34:00.000-07:002005-06-06T15:45:45.033-07:00My baby will only take naps while sleeping on my chest. He'll sleep for 3 hours or more, but he has to be on my chest. At night, he'll sleep in his crib fine. However, during the day, if he falls asleep and I try to put him down, he'll instantly wake up and start crying. Ugh. It's funny how you start doing something just to make the baby go to sleep, and before you even know it, it becomes the Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1116979657200021912005-05-24T16:56:00.000-07:002005-05-24T17:08:02.516-07:00My baby is so big that sometimes I wonder, "Why are you acting like such a baby?"Just kidding.Zane is 100 days old today! (That's special for Asian cultures.) I need to take pictures of him today. I bought some black flannel to use as a backdrop, so we'll see if I can get some nice pictures out of him. He usually stops smiling as soon as we hold the camera up, even if it isn't in front of our Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1116887797133531122005-05-23T15:28:00.000-07:002005-05-23T15:36:37.136-07:00I have an idea for some silkscreened T-shirts, but I don't know how to silkscreen. I've done some research on the web and have found people who want you to buy expensive equipment, but I've also heard that you can do it without the expensive equipment. I just want to do a few, so I don't want to spend a ton of money. (Cafepress is too expensive for what I'm looking to do, too.) Anyway, that's my Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1116286175782099052005-05-16T16:20:00.000-07:002005-05-16T16:29:35.786-07:00I went to Craftlicious yesterday, a craft fair for the Stitch 'N Bitch, Craft Corner Deathmatch, Readymade, Budget Living crowd. The rooms were extremely crowded, and there was lots of cute stuff. The thing that caught my eye is how many hipster parents there are. They don't look younger than me, so it's not like they're college kids. They look my age. It's like the people with tattoos and nose Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1115918716381547112005-05-12T10:20:00.000-07:002005-05-12T10:25:16.496-07:00Baby Z is now grabbing things and passing a rattle from one hand to the other. He puts things in his mouth, too. It's so much fun to see him learning and developing. I finally love being a mommy. It was good that this Mother's Day came close to his 3-month birthday because it takes at least that long to start feeling comfortable as a parent. I'm more confident that I can do this and that I didn'tPinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1115234571708904622005-05-04T12:13:00.000-07:002005-05-04T12:22:51.876-07:00I suck at this posting thing now that I have a bambino. I'm glad that you understand and that you still visit me every once in awhile to check if I've posted. Thank you!We're doing the Race for Robert Smith this weekend. I'm walking it this year since I'm still recovering, but I started jogging again a couple days ago and it didn't hurt! I was so excited even though I was going at a snail's pace.Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1114656983311768102005-04-27T19:48:00.000-07:002005-04-27T19:56:23.313-07:00Baby Z had his shots last week. I was worried because I didn't know how he would do, but he was great. We took off his clothes and I held him on the doctor's table. He was smiling at me, and then the two nurses each stabbed him! I felt a little guilty, like he wouldn't trust me because I smiled at him and he smiled at me and I let those two women poke his chunky legs. He only cried for a little Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1113334186069807102005-04-12T12:21:00.000-07:002005-04-12T12:29:46.070-07:00Zane was crying this morning and sitting by himself. (He usually cries when set down.) I turned on "Apollo 13" by They Might Be Giants, and he instantly stopped crying. In fact, he didn't cry for about 40 minutes of the album. Amazing! Music both he and I can enjoy! Now I'm thinking of buying one of the They Might Be Giants children's albums. I'm wondering how different those are from their Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1113256713612294312005-04-11T14:54:00.000-07:002005-04-11T14:58:33.613-07:00"Craft Corner Deathmatch" is my new favorite show.I love when I'm showing someone my new baby, and he decides that's a good time to poop his pants. How cute.Baby slept for 7 hours on Friday! Woohoo! Unfortunately, I was up for 3 of those hours watching a Metallica documentary.It's really funny seeing Metallica talk about their "feelings."Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1112657612481708702005-04-04T16:31:00.000-07:002005-04-04T16:33:32.483-07:00Baseball season doesn't begin until today. Yeah, I know the Yankees and Sox played yesterday, but the A's and Orioles don't play until today. I can't believe the Sox have made me into a Yankees fan (but only when I'm watching them play each other).I really need to get Zane an A's outfit this season, but he's growing so damn fast that I don't know what size to get. Maybe I'll wait until closer to Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1112657481382969972005-04-04T16:27:00.000-07:002005-04-04T16:39:51.970-07:00More people saw my "business" during my hospital stay than in my entire life. There were six people, not counting me and husband, in the operating room alone. Childbirth makes you much less modest. But I still didn't want to breastfeed in front of my dad.I put my pants on backwards this morning and didn't notice it until I brought the baby in front of the mirror for the second time later in the Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1112384624421410802005-04-01T11:29:00.000-08:002005-04-01T11:43:44.423-08:00When does the spitting up stop?Definitely not right after I've given him a sponge bath and put him in nice, clean clothes.I think I'm starting to like tennis more than basketball. I didn't think it was possible because watching tennis would always put me to sleep. Ever since I saw John McEnroe commentating on the U.S. Open, I've been watching. He has a way of teaching you about the game instead Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1112222635986897962005-03-30T14:16:00.000-08:002005-03-30T14:43:55.990-08:00Zane slept through the night for the first time last night! For those of you who don't have babies, "sleeping through the night" means 5 hours. I don't know who feels like she's had a good night's sleep after 5 hours, but there it is. He then woke me up every hour after that to eat since he had missed a feeding during that 5 hour stint. He was also fussy and wanted to get up at 7:30. I, however, Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1111527844091588322005-03-22T13:34:00.000-08:002005-03-22T13:44:04.093-08:00Zane is very fussy, which can be attributed to gas and just a demanding disposition. I'm hoping that his fussiness will improve after 3 months, but we'll see. I wanted to go to the New Moms group at the hospital last week, but I was stressing out that he'd start crying and I wouldn't be able to console him. It's funny that I'm worrying about other women judging me at a *support* group. I'm going Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1110833162916683162005-03-14T12:30:00.000-08:002005-03-14T12:46:02.920-08:00I can't believe he's a month old already!He's been holding up his head since almost the beginning. I guess that's what happens when you grow a big, strong baby. He cooed at me for quite awhile this morning. Yesterday, when husband came into the bedroom after I fed Zane, he turned his head to look at his daddy as he spoke. Very cool to see these little milestones. I still can't believe we made Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1109627493096652752005-02-28T13:46:00.000-08:002005-02-28T13:51:33.096-08:00Thank you to everyone who sent encouragement my way. I keep questioning how good I am at this mommy thing. I told my husband that I don't know if I'm in love with being a mommy yet. And I love it even less when he's fussy and crying. Then I feel like a horrible person for wishing my baby was back in my stomach because being pregnant was so much easier than being a mommy. But no one ever said it Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1109272577925911322005-02-24T11:03:00.000-08:002005-02-24T11:16:17.926-08:00No one ever told me how painful motherhood is. Between the pain from the C-section and the sore nipples, I can't wait to start feeling like my old self again. I also tried a little bit of wine last night after I fed the little one, and it tasted vinegary. Granted, it was a cheap bottle of wine, but I know that it doesn't really taste as bad as it did to me. My hormones must still be making my Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1109024745450016162005-02-21T14:04:00.000-08:002005-02-21T14:27:01.363-08:00I'm really sorry that it's taken me so long to post. Right now, I'm typing with one hand while holding the baby with the other.60 hours after I started labor, Zane Kano was born on Sunday, Feb. 13. He was 8 lbs. 12 oz. I labored without drugs for 54 hours. On Sunday afternoon, the midwife broke my bag of waters. I walked up the stairs for awhile, which made my contractions stronger and more Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1108156207655824102005-02-11T13:01:00.000-08:002005-02-11T13:10:07.656-08:00I woke up this morning with a crampiness in my lower abdomen. I thought that my stomach was just upset after last night's Indian food to try to jumpstart this labor. Wasn't an upset stomach. I had as much bloody show as I did on Sunday, but there was much more pink in it. I went back to sleep and was woken up by another cramp. It slowly went away and I fell back asleep. This kept happening for Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1108067440607387202005-02-10T12:13:00.000-08:002005-02-10T12:30:40.606-08:00I just got back from my midwife appointment. I agreed to let her strip my membranes. I didn't want to do it because I heard that it hurts, but I want to avoid being induced. She said that 50% of women go into labor within 3 days. It didn't hurt. I only felt crampy in my lower abdomen while she was doing it, which took about a minute or less. She also stretched out my cervix to 3 cm, which also Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1107977825837592392005-02-09T11:29:00.000-08:002005-02-09T11:37:05.836-08:00I need a nap. Desperately. The baby moved around for an hour last night while I tried to fall asleep. I set my alarm every two hours again to go to the bathroom, but I didn't make it twice and ended up having to wipe up piss this morning. I even woke up in between alarms several times, so I got up more than every two hours. He must've moved even lower if I can't hold it for an hour. I feel him Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1107892865091409632005-02-08T11:56:00.000-08:002005-02-08T12:01:05.090-08:00It's amazing how incredibly bitchy I can become from people calling to harass my uterus. I know they're only calling because they care about me, but I'LL CALL WHEN I HAVE NEWS!!! Between the phone calls and my husband saying in a squeaky voice, "Mommy, let me out!", I was ready to scream last night. I will never again ask a woman who is overdue if anything is happening yet. On the plus side, I Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1107810164489562042005-02-07T13:07:00.000-08:002005-02-07T13:02:44.490-08:00No baby yet. And please don't call me to ask if something's happening yet because I won't answer the phone. I don't know how many calls I got on his due date, but only 5% (I think) of babies arrive on their due date. I lost my mucus plug yesterday, so I got excited that labor would start soon. Then I read that the mucus plug can be disturbed by sex. Since I thought I should give my husband Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1107556060570084092005-02-04T14:16:00.000-08:002005-02-04T14:27:40.570-08:00I tried a new strategy the past couple of nights to prevent my incontinence. I now set the alarm clock every 2 1/2 hours or so and go to the bathroom. The first night, I almost didn't make it in time, but it wasn't too bad. Last night, I shortened the intervals a bit and did okay. I didn't fall asleep very easily because I was getting anxious wondering if I would go into labor that night or this Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1107376144984404302005-02-02T13:14:00.000-08:002005-02-02T12:36:35.536-08:00When I went to the bathroom early this morning, I breathed a sigh of relief because I made it to the toilet in time. My second trip was not as successful. Again, I had to clean up piss off the floor. Nice. I then looked at my belly in the mirror and freaked out for a little bit. My stomach seemed lower than it was yesterday. As I felt it, it was hard all over. He moved and was making my belly Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1107296451128162652005-02-01T14:08:00.000-08:002005-02-01T14:20:51.130-08:00Only 4 days left! I can feel that he's coming soon. My body definitely feels different this week. It's been more difficult to move around the past couple days. I went to the chiropractor today, and the adjustment felt so easy. He said my ligaments felt really loose. I have so much to do still, but I don't think he'll be very late--if he's late at all. Yesterday, I washed the dishes, scrubbed thePinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1106771425852276802005-01-26T12:17:00.000-08:002005-01-26T12:30:25.853-08:0010 more days... I talked to the wife of an ex-coworker yesterday at lunch. She said that she loved labor and that it didn't hurt. She said to ride the contractions like waves instead of fighting them. I've only read about labors like that, but I never met anyone who had that experience. It was really good to hear that it's possible. She's going to send me a book that tells you how to breathe Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1106338792734240682005-01-21T11:59:00.000-08:002005-01-21T12:19:52.733-08:00Ohmigod! That ticker says I only have 15 more days to go! But we're not ready! We still have so much to do to prepare for the little guy. I guess I know what we're doing this weekend. It's been so nice here the past few days. It was 75 degrees two days ago and 73 yesterday. Today's supposed to be more of the same. It's gorgeous and sunny, the swell is making the surf break all along the coast. Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1105656613443871602005-01-13T14:40:00.000-08:002005-01-13T14:50:13.443-08:00I had a midwife appointment this morning. The cervical exam was okay, but I need to figure out how to deal with having things poking around in there. I wasn't molested or anything, but I've always had "issues." Luckily, I have a patient, amazing husband. Getting pelvic exams is always a little nervewracking, and now I'll have to have my cervix checked every week. I don't think I'll have a problemPinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1105656043986628302005-01-13T14:36:00.000-08:002005-01-13T14:40:43.986-08:00I got a new toaster oven for Xmas, and it's pissing me off. It looks nice and fancy, but it can't toast bread for shit. Husband and I followed the instruction manual, and he proceeded to burn his first two pieces of toast. Take two: toast was black on the outer edges and cold in the middle. Scrape black parts into sink. This morning I heard him scraping his bagel. I just had a calzone in the Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1105567014063525442005-01-12T14:08:00.000-08:002005-01-12T13:56:54.063-08:00I'm so glad that my little post let a few people know about this FREE service that could save someone's life. It seems like such a waste to throw something that valuable away. My Braxton-Hicks contractions (fake contractions) are getting stronger and more frequent, especially when I'm tired or stressed. I have this funny feeling that the baby is going to come early, but I hope he doesn't. It'd Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1105127572427841902005-01-07T11:40:00.000-08:002005-01-07T11:52:52.426-08:00We're donating the baby's cord blood. I read an article a month or so ago that said that they've successfully treated leukemia patients with stem cells from cord blood. Cord blood is the next best thing to a perfect bone marrow match, but it doesn't involve painful surgery to the donor. I went through Cryobanks International and got our kit a couple weeks ago. I know that it's difficult to find Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1104962904592098572005-01-05T14:07:00.000-08:002005-01-05T14:08:24.593-08:00Happy New Year! I've neglected this blog for the past couple weeks. The holidays are over, and I'm in the home stretch before the baby comes. I have 4 1/2 weeks left. Yikes! The reality that I'm going to have an actual baby is hitting me, and I'm realizing that I don't know what to do with one. I read my first baby book that didn't have to do with getting the thing out of your body, and it was a Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1103576751909179412004-12-20T13:04:00.000-08:002004-12-20T13:05:51.910-08:00I love Ricky Williams. I watched the interview on 60 Minutes last night. I think he's getting a bum rap. I don't know why people are saying that he let the team and the fans down. Any team that's built around one guy is not a very strong team. They didn't make it to the Superbowl with him last year, and they wouldn't have made it this year if he had stayed. It's stupid for them to blame him for Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1102978174249265482004-12-13T13:14:00.000-08:002004-12-14T12:41:57.106-08:00The weather is gorgeous today. It's supposed to be in the upper 60s today. I didn't have to wear a jacket when I went to my midwife appointment this morning. I can't believe it's December. I've been watching Desperate Housewives, and my husband and I commented on the music. It's like horror movie orchestral scoring, not typical of TV shows. The music really adds to the feel of the show. I Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1102452294061718432004-12-07T12:42:00.000-08:002004-12-07T12:44:54.060-08:00If you're using Mozilla Firefox, do you find that it makes your system run slower than normal? I've run my virus software, adware/spyware software, deleted crap, emptied the recycle bin, etc., and I can't figure out why my machine is running slow. I'm thinking that it might've developed this problem since I started using Firefox, but I'm not sure. I love my pink browser with the cat paws. I don'tPinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1102452140377805802004-12-07T12:41:00.000-08:002004-12-07T12:42:20.376-08:00The Warriors actually won two games in a row! Woohoo! Now if we can only get them to change their uniforms and their stupid mascot. Husband likes the U of H Warriors' uniforms--they have a tribal thing going on. Looks much better than a stupid blue guy on steroids as your mascot. Now that the day is quickly approaching, we've started discussing circumcision again. I thought it was already Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1102359098524010942004-12-06T10:34:00.000-08:002004-12-06T10:51:38.523-08:00I watched that Balco report on 20/20 Friday night and heard Hank Aaron's comments about Barry Bonds on Sportscenter last night. I want to believe that Bonds didn't know what he was using. The fact that he used the cream in the locker room in front of everyone else makes me think he thought it was something else. He was getting a lot of other supplements from his shady trainer, so the trainer Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1102102012118601812004-12-03T11:19:00.000-08:002004-12-03T11:26:52.116-08:00Every time I watch an NBA game, I always end up saying, "He plays for them now?" It doesn't matter when it is in the season, how many times I've seen the team play, I always say it. I forgot that T. Mac plays for the Rockets now. Guys don't stay with one team anymore. There's no team/player loyalty, just like with business now. You can't be sure that you'll stay with one company for even two Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1102016351632713272004-12-02T11:29:00.000-08:002004-12-02T11:39:11.633-08:00I wrote a long post the other day complaining about how bossy my MIL is, but it got nuked by Blogger. You were spared. I also wrote my thoughts on childbirth and that I have to view it as a natural event instead of a medical procedure for my own sanity in dealing with the pain. If I picture myself connected to an IV, tied to a bed with a needle in my back and forceps in the doctor's hands, I'll Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1101324728341790032004-11-24T11:17:00.000-08:002004-11-24T11:32:08.340-08:00My aunt works in an NICU and gave me the booklet that they give to all new moms. When I was reading it, I became very relieved that my mom is going to be spending the first week with us. There's too much to remember! If this shows up, don't touch it. If that shows up, clean it. If this crust is yellow, don't worry about it, but if it's green see the doctor. What??? How am I supposed to remember Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1101158603002587122004-11-22T13:23:00.000-08:002004-11-22T13:23:23.003-08:00Well, I sent a letter off to my "friend." I told her not to respond, but I know she'll probably write me a letter to defend herself. I'm going to try not to read it if it comes. My husband says that he sometimes writes emails to a co-worker who is an asshole to work with. The co-worker lives in another state, so he rarely sees him, which is why the guy is probably an asshole to everyone--he can Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1100804018007528202004-11-18T10:47:00.000-08:002004-11-18T10:53:38.006-08:00Should I feel thankful that my cat tries to wake me up in the morning by pawing my face and mouth? The baby's kicks are getting stronger. I don't know if he's jabbing me with his elbow or what, but I sometimes feel a sharp pain when he's moving around. It's nothing that I should be worried about--it was just surprising the first time it happened. He sure likes to move around, especially in the Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1100723746300340632004-11-17T13:29:00.000-08:002004-11-17T12:35:46.300-08:00My arms are bruised from the 3-hour test yesterday. I look like a pregnant junkie. At least I got some knitting done. Crossing fingers for good results... When I was at the pool a couple nights ago, we'd been swimming for quite awhile when the guy in the lane next to me said, "You have a baby in there!" That was nice. We chatted a bit, but it made me feel good that someone noticed that I'm Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1100293598912526902004-11-12T13:06:00.000-08:002004-11-12T13:06:38.913-08:00My blood glucose levels were a tiny bit high (147 when the upper "normal" threshold is 139), so now I have to go in for a 3-hour test where they use you as a pin cushion after you've fasted. Great. I also heard that the first test I took has an 85% false positive rate, so I'm most likely doing this 3-hour test for nothing. They just like to scare you. Crossing fingers... At least I'll get some Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1100219494243431842004-11-11T16:28:00.000-08:002004-11-11T16:31:34.243-08:00Sometimes it doesn't hit you that it's a holiday until it inconveniences you. I went to the bank, and it was closed. Thank you to all who have served and are serving our country. Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1100116669514076882004-11-10T11:46:00.000-08:002004-11-10T11:57:49.513-08:00I had an appointment with the midwife this morning. The hardest part was waking up early (which isn't early for most people, I'm embarassed to say). I had the glucose blood test today, so I had to drink this sugary Sprite-tasting drink at 8:00 this morning. It wasn't as bad as everyone said it would taste. It would've tasted better with gin, but I still didn't complain. The baby is doing fine. Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1100033581893765482004-11-09T13:35:00.000-08:002004-11-09T12:53:01.893-08:00I think I'm more of a hippie than I thought. I've been reading Birthing from Within, and I agree with and believe in much of what she says. I don't want to feel like a patient at the birth. I don't want people focusing on bleeping machines instead of on me and the baby. I've come to accept that birth is a natural event, and our bodies are made to do this. I worry that the more I interfere with myPinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1099597030962231682004-11-04T11:19:00.000-08:002004-11-04T11:37:10.963-08:00I started writing the letter to my "friend" yesterday, but I couldn't finish it. I'm hurt more than I try to let on that I may be losing a friend. I'll work on it some more, but it brings up some nasty feelings. I had a rough day yesterday while working on our new business. I have to cold call stores and try to get them to let me send them a sample of our new product. It's difficult to reach Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1099513544080109872004-11-03T13:13:00.000-08:002004-11-03T12:25:44.080-08:00I thought it was Kerry's race to lose yesterday. The youth polls showed that Kerry would win if they just went out and voted. But they didn't. They went to Moore's movie. They went to the free Springsteen concert. They went to see P. Diddy and Leonardo DiCaprio. But I guess they had better things to do than vote yesterday. Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1099338644439741402004-11-01T11:40:00.000-08:002004-11-01T11:50:44.440-08:00Ack! I have less than 100 days to go! I feel like the baby never stops moving. Will it be this way when it comes out of me, too? Will it want to be awake when I'm trying to sleep? Wait, I already know the answer to that. It seems like he settles down when I rub my belly. I wonder if he knows that I'm rubbing him. I wonder if he can hear me talk to him. We walked to the cliff yesterday and I Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1099079922523621152004-10-29T13:00:00.000-07:002004-10-29T12:58:42.523-07:00I think my hormones are acting up again because I've been doing a lot of ranting lately. Maybe I just need this election to be over. I even had a dream last night about Bush and Kerry. Wednesday's South Park said it all: You're always going to have to vote between a douche and a turd. The baby sure is moving around a lot. I don't know when he actually sleeps. It seems like I feel constant movingPinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1098997235110507042004-10-28T13:44:00.000-07:002004-10-28T14:00:35.110-07:00The "curse" is finally over. Thank God. Now we can stop hearing about it. It's kind of anti-climactic when you win the World Series by a sweep, though. The divisions' championships were much more exciting to watch. I was disappointed to see the Cards roll over like that. Only the first game was worth watching. I just wanted to see a good series, but it turned out that the curse for the Sox was Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1098732681802743342004-10-25T13:19:00.000-07:002004-10-25T12:31:21.803-07:00I brought up the point about the white Red Sox crowd at the Stitch 'N' Bitch on Saturday, and this woman tried to tell me that only Irish Americans go to baseball games in Boston. Give me a fucking break. It's a sold-out stadium. You can't tell me they can't find a few blacks and Hispanics in New England to attend a baseball game. Anyway, it's too bad about the Cards. I was rooting for anyone Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1098471036002672662004-10-22T11:42:00.000-07:002004-10-22T11:50:36.003-07:00I had a visit with the midwife this morning, and she said that I'm 24 weeks, 5 days pregnant. That would make the due date Feb. 6. At my last visit, the other midwife said the due date was Feb. 5. At my 8-week ultrasound, they said the due date was Feb. 7. Which is it? I'm sticking to the 7th, I think. While at the office, I saw an inter-racial couple with a little boy. The woman was Asian (Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1098385567353623472004-10-21T11:45:00.000-07:002004-10-21T12:06:07.353-07:00Bill commented that the Red Sox were the last team to integrate. My friend, who's favorite sport is baseball, told me the same thing yesterday. It took them until 1959, 12 years after Jackie Robinson broke the color barrier, to add a black man to their roster. Unbelievable. I knew that it wasn't just in my head that things weren't right when I saw the images of the Boston crowd. I've also Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1098296455817858132004-10-20T11:02:00.000-07:002004-10-20T11:20:55.816-07:00I thought that nesting feeling wasn't supposed to come until later, but I've been such a housewife lately. I baked cookies on Sunday and baked blueberry muffins last night. I've somehow managed to keep the kitchen clean the past few days instead of leaving the dirty dishes on the counter after cooking dinner. I still have to vacuum and mop and do other chores, but all of this baking is making me Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1098128002873474242004-10-18T13:21:00.000-07:002004-10-18T12:33:22.873-07:00Yesterday was the first rainy day of the season, so it got me in the mood to bake. I tried J. Strizzy's Chocolate Chip Pumpkin Oatmeal Cookies. They were soft and cake-y like persimmon cookies, but the pumpkin flavor was subtle. I also had to bake them for 15 minutes. That might've been my oven's fault. Yummy, but I think I have to freeze some. I don't think my husband and I can finish the whole Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1097866459967964412004-10-15T11:53:00.000-07:002004-10-15T11:54:19.966-07:00My baby ticker is making me nervous as the bunny moves closer and closer to the right edge. Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1097609271472838882004-10-12T13:23:00.000-07:002004-10-12T12:38:12.356-07:00Here's my first finished sweater! Haiku: I used Brown Sheep superwash 100% wool and size 8 29" circular needles. This sweater has given me enough confidence to start working on a sweater for myself that I already have the yarn for. It's a hoodie from the Yarn Girls' book. I won't be able to fit into it for awhile, but it might take me that long to finish it. There's a problem with making Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1097525916506872502004-10-11T13:16:00.000-07:002004-10-11T13:18:36.506-07:00I had a dream two nights ago that I had triplets. In the dream, I said, "This is my worst nightmare!" I guess I was expecting twins, but they didn't see the third one hiding behind the others during the ultrasound. When I was delivering, one more popped out. I had two boys and a girl. When I woke up, my jaw was sore from being clenched all night. It hurt so bad yesterday that I had to keep Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1097174490321122422004-10-07T11:28:00.000-07:002004-10-07T11:50:37.190-07:00I couldn't breathe last night while trying to sleep. When I'd finally fall asleep, I'd wake myself up because I was making funny noises. "Caaaaaaa...Caaaaaa....Ack..." I woke my husband up, too, so neither of us slept well. But I think I had the worse night's sleep. Hey, I didn't write that I finally almost finished that fucking sweater that I've been working on for the past 9 months for my Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1097098790968569782004-10-06T14:26:00.000-07:002004-10-06T14:39:50.966-07:00I think I'm sick. After going to Sacramento a week-and-a-half ago, I thought that my congestion and fuzzy brain were from my body trying to get the icky allergies out of my body. Now I know I'm sick. Maybe it started out as allergies and wore down my immune system. My nose started running more two days ago. I don't feel bad, but the dripping nose is annoying. I guess I should be happy that the Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1096660147179984962004-10-01T13:41:00.000-07:002004-10-01T12:49:07.180-07:00I'm having a... Sorry for the suspense, but people probably aren't checking back here too regularly anyhow. I'm still getting used to the idea, but I'm having a boy! When the ultrasound tech was pointing out the boy parts, I just laughed. Everyone was so sure that it was a girl that I had a feeling she would say it was a boy. After getting over the disappointment of not being able to buy cute, Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1095816045654733612004-09-21T18:01:00.000-07:002004-09-21T18:20:45.653-07:00I can't believe I'm half-way there. It seems like time has gone by so quickly. In another 20 weeks, there will be a new addition to our quiet household. The cat won't know what hit him. He'll probably meow to me, "Take it back! Isn't this one visiting like the other small humans? Let me sleep in peace!" We find out tomorrow (if the baby's cooperative) what the sex is. I've had a feeling this Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1095271017926408602004-09-15T10:48:00.000-07:002004-09-15T10:56:57.926-07:00Husband is out getting X-rays right now. It should only be one more week of liquid diet. Woohoo! He's been such a trooper that I barely complain about being pregnant. But now that the smell sensitivity has gone away (knock on wood), there's not much to complain about. I mean, sure I'm uncomfortable when I feel the stretching of my belly, and I still sleep a lot because I can't get a good night's Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1094239235457238092004-09-03T13:16:00.000-07:002004-09-03T12:20:35.456-07:00I have a black cat. While I was on the phone yesterday with a long-winded client, my cat slept in a tall, cylindrical laundry basket. When I got off the phone, I looked all over the house for him, calling his name, but I couldn't find him until I finally looked in the basket. I then worked on dinner. While I was taking a break from chopping veggies, I wondered where my cat was again. I went into Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1094064875791427512004-09-01T11:52:00.000-07:002004-09-01T11:54:35.790-07:00I'm suffering from Olympic withdrawls. If I entered the Olympics, I'd probably do archery. I've never used a bow and arrow, but I figure I could be pretty good at it since South Korea and China were in the finals. Even though I'm Japanese American, I'm still a small Asian woman. And archery seems more like a game than a sport. What sport would you do? Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1094061264708904962004-09-01T10:50:00.000-07:002004-09-01T10:54:24.710-07:00My new love handles are now getting hard. My body is quickly changing. I'm still sleeping a ton, which I thought I was supposed to stop. I've been a back sleeper for a long time, and the midwife says that I need to start sleeping on my side. My back aches every morning, and my sleep isn't good from all of the tossing and turning. I'm thinking of getting the Snoozer pillow (I think that's the one)Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1093382843389357672004-08-24T14:23:00.000-07:002004-08-24T14:27:23.390-07:00Itchy nipples. Still tired. Smell sensitivity comes and goes. Looking rounder. That "friend" left a voice mail. I didn't pick up the phone when I saw her number come up on caller ID. I wanted to see what she said. She's totally oblivious. She doesn't know that she's done anything to hurt me. She acted like nothing's wrong. I'm not sure what to do from here except to keep avoiding her until she Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1093285080700286162004-08-23T11:15:00.000-07:002004-08-23T11:18:00.700-07:00Sorry that I've been absent for awhile. Husband broke his jaw a week ago, and he's moved his work machines into our home office. I've been busy taking care of him while trying to take care of myself. The poor, skinny thing is on a liquid diet. Since he doesn't know about this blog, I haven't posted. He's at another doctor's appointment right now, but it's his first time out without me (since he Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1092424453246366662004-08-13T12:05:00.000-07:002004-08-13T12:14:13.246-07:00It was stinky yesterday, but doesn't seem to be stinky today. One thing that bothers me about the anti-gay marriage argument is when people say that nature doesn't back up gay marriage. Marriage is an institution. You do not need to be married to have sex and get pregnant. Go to any pregnancy forum and you can find many unmarried pregnant teens. And why don't these same people get as riled up Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1092332635726430902004-08-12T10:39:00.000-07:002004-08-12T10:43:55.726-07:00I got a lot of work done yesterday because the house didn't smell. It totally changed my attitude. It's not very stinky today either, so I hope this means that part of the preggo symptoms is going away. (please, please) My annoying client called 4 or 5 times yesterday. I have caller ID, so I didn't answer the phone. I guess it wasn't important because he didn't leave a message. I already gave Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1092246782619533192004-08-11T10:47:00.000-07:002004-08-11T10:53:02.620-07:00The house isn't stinky today! I think yesterday was one of the worst days. I called my friends and lamented about how it was the first day of the second trimester, and all of the books say that this shit is supposed to go away at the second trimester and you're supposed to feel tons more energy. I know that it doesn't happen overnight, but I was still pissed off that it was still lingering. SmellPinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1092191260269677772004-08-10T19:26:00.000-07:002004-08-10T19:27:40.270-07:00Don't you hate when you're in a crowded elevator and someone lets out a silent but deadly fart? Yeah, that person was my husband on Sunday. What a proud wife I am. Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1092165496374331452004-08-10T11:53:00.000-07:002004-08-10T12:18:16.373-07:00Got back last night from a weekend in L.A. It was a good trip, but it's nice to be home. We went to a wedding for someone my husband went to college with. This wedding was *much* better than last weekend's wedding because we were happy for the new couple. Another cool part was seeing so many of husband's old friends. It's amazing how many of them keep in touch from high school and college. There Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1091816075676593892004-08-06T11:08:00.000-07:002004-08-06T11:14:35.676-07:00I had to put a client in his place yesterday. He calls me about every other day. And the days that he calls, he calls several times, even if he's able to reach me. Yesterday, he called my cell when I was on my way home from the chiropractor. There was a voice mail on my regular line when I got home. He called again that afternoon, and I told him that I had said not to call my cell because I get Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1091645901633334622004-08-04T11:57:00.000-07:002004-08-05T15:19:33.200-07:00I've been sitting in my gym clothes for nearly 3 hours now. My first excuse for not making it out the door was that I was eating and letting my toast digest a bit. But now my breakfast is fully digested, and I have to get to the gym before I start getting hungry for lunch. Must...move...ass... Congratulations to Yvonne! Please visit her to welcome her new baby who finally decided to leave her Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1091564402003364622004-08-03T13:16:00.000-07:002004-08-03T13:20:02.003-07:00The other night at 2:40 am, I was on my way to the bathroom when I sneezed. I didn't have any clothes on, and the sneezing was fine. I got closer to the toilet and had to sneeze again. Unfortunately, I wasn't as lucky this time. I pissed on my leg and was wiping myself up too late at night (or too early in the morning) when all I wanted to do was climb in bed again. I guess I have to work on Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1091563735873942972004-08-03T13:04:00.000-07:002004-08-03T13:08:55.873-07:00When I go to the gym, I wonder what other women in the room also share my secret. Which ones are pregnant and not showing like me? I'm sure they're there. It's like a secret club, but we're even a secret from each other. Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1091476203369547552004-08-02T12:29:00.000-07:002004-08-02T12:50:03.370-07:00Husband and I went to my friend's wedding on Saturday. I had a feeling that she was going to have bridesmaids, and I found out when we got to the ceremony that she did. She didn't ask me, even though we've been friends for 18 years and she was my maid of honor. I feel like a chump now for thinking we were better friends than we apparently are. I'm hurt by not being asked, by her asking me what I Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1091128384084417682004-07-29T12:12:00.000-07:002004-07-29T12:13:04.083-07:00I'm getting cleavage! Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1091128125209625942004-07-29T11:24:00.000-07:002004-07-29T12:12:43.796-07:00I heard the baby's heartbeat Tuesday at my 12 week appointment. The midwife used the wand to press on my stomach. We heard the wooshing sound, and then it stopped. She moved the wand again, but the heartbeat was much softer. She said that it had moved away. I thought it was funny that it didn't like having something poked into it. It was amazing to hear, and she said that it was beating about 150Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1090527292855453222004-07-22T13:13:00.000-07:002004-07-22T13:14:52.856-07:00Please make my husband's breath stop smelling like the worst thing in the world. I've had enough of this Spidey Smell. Lucky me that I can still smell last night's dinner even though the kitchen is clean, the trash is out, and the windows are open. Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1090434345501871042004-07-21T11:15:00.000-07:002004-07-21T11:25:45.500-07:00What happened yesterday made me feel like Cartman. Husband and I went to the pool at the gym. It was pretty crowded, even at 6:45, so we sat on the chairs and waited for some people to leave. When more people started coming, I decided to jump in to share a lane with a woman, and Husband could join me when she got out. When the other woman left about 5 minutes later, an older guy with a long, Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1090352592649146202004-07-20T10:59:00.000-07:002004-07-20T12:43:12.650-07:00Now that I'm 30-something, I feel like I've matured by realizing that my priorities are my family and friends, health and emotional well-being. I don't sweat the small stuff like I did when I was younger. I don't get pissed off at silly things the way I used to. And yet, this whole pregnancy thing has already changed me. I rant more. I have a much lower tolerance for people who are rude, Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1090277527310323842004-07-19T15:40:00.000-07:002004-07-19T15:52:07.310-07:00I watched the ESPYs last night. I hate those people's choice awards because they rarely give them to the right people. The Arthur Ashe award was inspiring and is a great way to remind all of those millionaires what real heroes are. The only reason I tuned in was that Jamie Foxx gave it to everyone. It was like a roast of professional sports. He was great.   In gossipy news, my "friend" called Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674520.post-1090005527174071992004-07-16T12:11:00.000-07:002004-07-16T12:18:47.173-07:00I think people who read my blog don't like the sports posts as much. I love sports (the A's won last night, and Chavez (swoon!) hit a homerun), but I don't know many women who watch as much sports as me. Some women just watch football because that's the most manly sport to watch. Some just watch basketball because it's got action and drama. Some just watch baseball because they've been fans of a Pinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059506656087160511noreply@blogger.com