Friday, March 31, 2006

Hamburger Helper (In Which I Pitch a Fit for No Good Reason)

The other day Dh made Hamburger Helper for dinner. We like Cheesy Hashbrowns. It's the only kind of HH we eat. Um yeah it's REALLY good for you. Dh gets home from work around 7:15 - 7:30, so by the time dinner was ready (8) I was STARVING. I had a big serving. And then announced I was going to have seconds. But first I got distracted by my cross stitch project. In the meantime, Dh dished himself some more.

When I went to the pan to get my seconds, it looked like there were about three bites left. "(Unkind name for husband)!" I flounced over to the tv room. "Dh! I said I was going to have seconds, and you ate it all!" And then I flounced away. I was very peeved.

Dh went into the kitchen. He patiently said, "I split what was left. It's actually a fair amount. Here, look." And he dished it out onto my plate. And he was right. It was plenty of food. Then he went back into the tv room and I sheepishly ate my food. Which was in fact too much, because by then my stomach had notified my brain that it was pretty much full from the first helping, but I had to eat the rest on principle, you know?

And then I had to suck it up and apologize to Dh for being a big baby.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Ode to Charlene

My co-worker Charlene is a piece of work. I don't need a tv - I just need her. She talks very loudly; everyone in the office hears her. And she spends most of every day on personal calls.

Today, for instance, Charlene talked to her mom who was apparently rude. I know this because she then called her husband to discuss at length how rude her mom was. Then she talked to her daycare provider. Then she told a client about her recent illness in some detail. Now she is talking to her sister about (what else?) how her mom was rude and how apparently her sister's boyfriend was out drinking with buddies into the wee hours of the morning when their new baby was a week old.

Charlene has a 10-month old baby. Her sister (see above) was watching him 2 days a week, and a neighbor watched him the other 3 days. When her sister had her baby last month she couldn't watch the baby those 2 days a week anymore. So Charlene had a daycare dilemma on her hands. She tossed around the idea of going to part-time, and even got it approved by the partners of the firm. But her husband felt the drop in income was unacceptable. He put his foot down. Besides, she got her baby into "the" daycare in our town, so she seemed okay with it.

A few weeks later, Charlene showed up to work with a new car. A beautiful, beautiful Mercedes. Midnight blue, gray leather interior. Oh, it's so pretty. But it's a freaking Mercedes. Charlene is a paralegal, same as me, and so I know about how much she makes. Not enough to justify a Mercedes. She now has the nicest car at our firm, even nicer than the senior partner, who makes minimum five times her income.

A couple of weeks after she got her posh car, she came down with bronchitis. Badly. She lost her voice, she was hacking in her office, it was gross. And she took only one day off work. "Why don't you go home, Charlene?" I asked in a psuedo-nice voice, thinking in my Satan voice "So I don't have to listen to you hack"

"Oh, I can't afford it."

That's right. Charlene can't afford to work 3 days a week. She can't afford to take time off so she can loudly hack at home (and NOT INFECT THE PREGNANT GIRL WHO CAN'T TAKE MEDICINE IF SHE GETS SICK), when her voice is so croaky she can't talk to clients anyway. But she can afford a Mercedes.

Charlene is full of crap.

Friday, March 24, 2006

Thursday, March 23, 2006

We are going to Dh's parents for the weekend. I promised M-i-l at Christmas that we would come out once more before Baby comes. She and a friend were planning to go to a play tonight, but she said she will change their tickets over to the Saturday matinee so that I can go with. I basically have the nicest mother-in-law on the planet. And we are also going shopping for fabric, and she is going to make a quilt for the baby!
Dh was really grouchy last night - it was so cute. It's hard to explain, because it seems like it would annoying or offensive, and I suppose when we first got married it was. But now I'm used to it, and so it's usually adorable. (Unless I am tired/hungry/sick, then I have no patience for it. Ha ha) We were going to bed, and he said in seriously the grouchiest voice, "You can come over here and cuddle against me if you want." I busted up laughing.
My work days have been going really fast, which is fantastic. And I've been getting tons done recently - I'm down to only two piles on my desk! Woo-hoo!

Wednesday, March 22, 2006


Guess who does NOT have gestational diabetes? That's right, me. Take that! Dh has been telling me for weeks to stop eating candy - "Should you really be eating that since you have diabetes?" and my mom has been telling me the same thing. So now I can tell them to back off! And let me eat some candy in peace! (I was at risk because my mom had GD during at least one of her pregnancies.)
[Of course, I personally plan to cut back on the candy & sweets, because my level was 99, which I feel is too high. But am I going to tell Dh this? Heck no.]
Evil Girl, who has, admittedly, been slowing morphing into Only Occasionally Evil Girl, found out today she got into Ricks. I must say, I will not cry to see her go. I am tired of seeing her thong. I do hope though that she doesn't end up with crazy self-righteous roommates. I had one of those at BYU and she was a pain in my patootie let me tell you. [Patootey?]
Talked to my mum yesterday. That chick is cuh-ra-zy. She sent me these pills, right, that she says I am supposed to take instead of my prenatals, so I called her to find out how often & how many a day. (Why read the directions when you can just ask your mom?) The answer: SIX a day. Ha! She is dreaming! I can barely remember (or stand) to take ONE prenatal vitamin a day, much less SIX A DAY. I didn't tell her that, of course, and now I am wondering how this will play out next month when she comes to visit. I could pretend we had a terrible break-in and the pills were, tragically, one of the things nabbed. Or that a freak whirlwind came in while I was opening, er, both bottles, and dumped them all out on the floor, so unfortunately I had to throw them all away, becuase everyone knows you can't eat things off the floor, that's totally gross.
So I was like, Um couldn't I just eat more fruits & vegetables? And she goes off about how with all the pesticides, it is like eating poison, and blah blah blah. I'm not sure what else she said, because I basically stopped listening. I guess this means I will be a BAD MOTHER, and feed my child POISON, but I am not buying all organic ($$$), and I will feed my child fruits and vegetables from Safeway, and Winco, and the farmer's stand, and whatever other grocery store is having a good SALE. Come on, I will severely limit soda consumption & cheese curl consumption, do I get ANY credit for that? I love my mother, I really do, but I think she has been living in an upper-middle class fantasy world for many, many years, and now has no idea what normal middle class life (i.e., MY life) is like. Dh and I will soon be going to one income (his) and things are going to be TIGHT. And not tight in the awesome sense. Well, hopefully it will be awesome, but it will also be more budgeting and sacrifice.
I do feel kinda bad, though, because I know she spent like 40 bucks on those pills.

Monday, March 20, 2006


7-year-old girl in my Church class:
"My dad says that if he ever gets like Grandpa, we should kill him."

Same girl, pointing to my chest & belly:
"It's like two eyes, and a really big nose!"

29 Weeks

I realized today I haven't posted in a while. Oops. So here I am.
We have made a lot of changes in our house. We meaning I served as image and design consultant and Dh handled all actual labor. He painted the entryway and hallway a fabulous grayish-blue. It looks SO nice. I love it. Then he painted the biggest wall in our great room cranberry. These colors make our house look a lot more polished and actually decorated. We also (finally!) bought a new bedspread for our bed. It fits with the furniture a lot better. It's a patchwork quilt in shades of blue (mostly navy) and red. It's kind of country.
We decided that the TV room must say goodbye and make way for baby. We were going to make the office a combo office-nursery, but I didn't really want to have the computer in the baby's room and that room is south-facing so it's really hard to control the temperature (it gets REALLY warm in there in the summer). So we will get a TV armoire for the corner of the living room, get rid of the gnarly loveseat (which is tan with large orange & brown flowers) and make the TV room solely devoted to the baby. We're slowly getting more & more stuff. Fab Camille gave us an infant car seat & baby tub. She's also letting us borrow a swing.
I slept horribly last night. I thought my body was getting used to taking naps on Sundays (I used to not be able to nap ever because then I would never fall asleep that night). Since I've been pregnant, I've been able to nap on Sundays quite easily and still go to bed at a normal time. Last night I went to bed at quarter after eleven, but between my wide awake self and baby's hour-long party, I didn't fall asleep until almost 1.
I took the 1-hour glucose test Friday. If they don't call me today, that means I am okay. So say a prayer for me, because I really do NOT want to have gestational diabetes!!!!
I am getting sooooo excited for Baby to come.
I put two and two together (takes me a little longer to do that recently!) and realized Dh is going to be at a week-long training 2 1/2 weeks before my due date. This makes me a little nervous. Fortunately, he will only be two hours away (by car) so if I actually go into labor while he is gone, he would still make it in time for the delivery ('cause I kind of doubt I'll be one of those "fast delivery" chicks).

Thursday, March 09, 2006

My Job

I'm kind of ambivalent about my job right now. I like money. I like most of my co-workers. I like that I am late every day and no one says anything (I don't take lunches, so I still put in 8 hours). I don't like that there are 6 piles on my desk, each of which represents at least an entire day of work. However, if I could tackle these piles undisturbed, it wouldn't be so bad. But every day I get a big pile of mail. Every day I get at least 10 phone calls, most of which require 20-60 minutes of work to resolve. Right now, since it's my Friday (I luuuuurve working Mon-Thurs), and it's 4:30 in the afternoon, my desire to be at work is at about a negative 11. Though the baby is keeping me entertained by making my belly do the wave.
Tomorrow some of my friends are meeting for a girls' night. I'm not sure if I'm going to attend. I'm even more of a homebody lately. Plus, one of the girls has an infant, but by all accounts (I haven't seen her myself) is back to her old size. So like, hi, why do I want to star as the big pregnant girl? Even though yes yes, everyone tells me I don't look pregnant from behind. But I can't see my behind! All I see is this belly! Ha ha
The sandwich lady at Safeway said I look like I'm about ready to pop. I nicely told her I have three months to go. Thankfully, I felt only annoyance. Plus, I couldn't be too annoyed, because she then magically deduced I am having a girl. How did she do that?!??! She claims to have 90% accuracy. She further claimed she was able to tell how many of her friend's dog's litter were going to be female. This I found slightly disturbing. Now I wonder, if I was having twins, would she still be able to guess? What about triplets? Would she tilt her head, peer at my belly, and pronounce "Two girls, one boy"? Hmmm.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

27 Weeks

I am now officially in my third trimester! Woo-hoo!
We bought a bassinet Saturday that can double as a moses basket. So if the baby comes tomorrow, she will at least have somewhere to sleep.**
Dh's friend got married, it was a lovely ceremony. The reception was hoppin', but not for us, because we didn't know anyone.
Sunday at church the rowdy kid wasn't there, and forgive me, but my lesson went so well without five bazillion interruptions from him. That evening, we had dinner with our friends D & D, great fun had by all. Their condo has some pros and many cons, but the pro that beats out any cons is the condo is on the lake, and there's a huge picture window that looks out onto the gorgeous view. It's amazing.

**I know, I know, you don't have to tell me, because I already KNOW, if the baby comes tomorrow, she will be sleeping at the hospital. Blah blah blah.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

O Sailor

Went to bed at 11 pm. Woke up at 4:30 am. Gave up and got out of bed at 5:30 (hungry). Played computer game until 6:30. Climbed back into bed. Pursuant to Murphy's Law, Baby started party at same time. Slept from 7-9 am. Rolled into work an hour and 45 minutes late. And yet, managed to function fantastically today. Got a ton done.