week 18...
too much has happened in the past month or so to catch up on so i'll just take a snapshot. i'm 33, married and pregnant. yahooey hong kong fooey! bit of a rollercoaster as can be imagined. 33's not so bad. marriage is awesome and i'm still easing into pregnant. oh and jala and i hit our one year anniversary of meeting. tee hee. i feel like 5 years has been packed into this last one.
onto some random pregnancy milestones...
babies r us... designed to make new parents to be feel completely inept, or maybe just me. i was completely overwhelmed the MOMENT we stepped into the store. as sister pointed out, baby stores are a completely different retail aesthetic as their primary motivator is fear. it works. there is general underlying attitude if you don't buy this item for your child then you must not love them. i tried about 4 baby car seats before realizing this was just the tipping point. there is no way of avoiding the consumerism associated w/ childrearing. a level indicator? 5 point harness? we needed a test baby but it seemed a little inappropriate to ask of a stranger. maybe we can do that as a little side business, pimp out baby jala as a trial baby at the store. wanna know how that little one is going to scream in the pouring rain when you are incapable of closing up the stroller in one fell swoop? kiiiidding. actually, other parents were quite nice. as we pulled each infant travel set off the rack some parent would come up to us w/ a few kind words on how this piece broke, or how it doesn 't really fold up all that easily. i'm dreading going back but recognize it as a necessary evil. maybe we can register at costco.
maternity clothes...are just hideous. many thanks to nathalie for outfitting me for the later months. its this in between with the barely there but incapable of fitting any of my own pants that sucks. i've gone to almost every maternity clothing store or consignment shop in the greater seattle area and am desperate to find clothing that doesn't look dumpy or isn't ridiculously expensive. so forgive me when you see me in cropped pink pants in the middle of winter. they're incredibly comfortable and don't make me feel huge.
doctor's visits...ultrasounds are like the carrot. please give up 7 vials of blood and we'll reward you w/ a grainy shot of your unborn child. it never fails though. jala and i continue to be amazed when babe comes up on screen. at the last one, it even blessed us w/ a flip. we tried to poke it into more action but alas the show was over.
late breakin news... garden bergers lost tonight. 8-1. jala came bustin in with a rousing version of styx' babe. i don't think there's a correlation.
wives tales....most vocal are the folks who comment on my diet. for the record, i eat a very balanced healthy diet. dessert is a recent discovery and one i'm quite fond of. if i grace my palate w/ the occasional alcoholic beverage or undercooked meat or sushi or caffeine THAT IS OK. my doctor said so. (true, this is the same doctor that said i could still ride rollercoasters)
finding out the sex... next week we may be able to know the babe's sex. (though not foolproof, many a friend has said they found out after all the blue or pink items were bought that they were wrong.) i'm still on the fence for finding out. i'm letting jala find out and then will see how far i can make it without forcing him to tell me. i'm hedging my bets on the elevator.
emotional rollercoaster... the books say this is supposed to be when my nesting instinct kicks in. ironically, when we're supposed to be living it up it much of my day is focused not such much on nesting but on sleeping. can't get enough of it. i am also prone to weepiness for the sappiest of reasons...a glamour magazine article at the gym, the new will smith movie. aye carumba.
onto some random pregnancy milestones...
babies r us... designed to make new parents to be feel completely inept, or maybe just me. i was completely overwhelmed the MOMENT we stepped into the store. as sister pointed out, baby stores are a completely different retail aesthetic as their primary motivator is fear. it works. there is general underlying attitude if you don't buy this item for your child then you must not love them. i tried about 4 baby car seats before realizing this was just the tipping point. there is no way of avoiding the consumerism associated w/ childrearing. a level indicator? 5 point harness? we needed a test baby but it seemed a little inappropriate to ask of a stranger. maybe we can do that as a little side business, pimp out baby jala as a trial baby at the store. wanna know how that little one is going to scream in the pouring rain when you are incapable of closing up the stroller in one fell swoop? kiiiidding. actually, other parents were quite nice. as we pulled each infant travel set off the rack some parent would come up to us w/ a few kind words on how this piece broke, or how it doesn 't really fold up all that easily. i'm dreading going back but recognize it as a necessary evil. maybe we can register at costco.
maternity clothes...are just hideous. many thanks to nathalie for outfitting me for the later months. its this in between with the barely there but incapable of fitting any of my own pants that sucks. i've gone to almost every maternity clothing store or consignment shop in the greater seattle area and am desperate to find clothing that doesn't look dumpy or isn't ridiculously expensive. so forgive me when you see me in cropped pink pants in the middle of winter. they're incredibly comfortable and don't make me feel huge.
doctor's visits...ultrasounds are like the carrot. please give up 7 vials of blood and we'll reward you w/ a grainy shot of your unborn child. it never fails though. jala and i continue to be amazed when babe comes up on screen. at the last one, it even blessed us w/ a flip. we tried to poke it into more action but alas the show was over.
late breakin news... garden bergers lost tonight. 8-1. jala came bustin in with a rousing version of styx' babe. i don't think there's a correlation.
wives tales....most vocal are the folks who comment on my diet. for the record, i eat a very balanced healthy diet. dessert is a recent discovery and one i'm quite fond of. if i grace my palate w/ the occasional alcoholic beverage or undercooked meat or sushi or caffeine THAT IS OK. my doctor said so. (true, this is the same doctor that said i could still ride rollercoasters)
finding out the sex... next week we may be able to know the babe's sex. (though not foolproof, many a friend has said they found out after all the blue or pink items were bought that they were wrong.) i'm still on the fence for finding out. i'm letting jala find out and then will see how far i can make it without forcing him to tell me. i'm hedging my bets on the elevator.
emotional rollercoaster... the books say this is supposed to be when my nesting instinct kicks in. ironically, when we're supposed to be living it up it much of my day is focused not such much on nesting but on sleeping. can't get enough of it. i am also prone to weepiness for the sappiest of reasons...a glamour magazine article at the gym, the new will smith movie. aye carumba.
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