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   <updated>2010-07-13T19:45:53Z</updated>
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   <title>its bigger than you...</title>
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   <published>2010-07-13T19:16:15Z</published>
   <updated>2010-07-13T19:45:53Z</updated>
   
   <summary>Every once in a while, some one will share their life-changing story with me. You may know this. Its an event that a person goes through and at some point, they realize that things must change. Usually, people have more...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[Every once in a while, some one will share their life-changing story with me.  You may know this.  Its an event that a person goes through and at some point, they realize that things must change.  Usually, people have more than one of these in their lives but the tales that always seem to stick with me are the gruesome ones.  Probably for the same reason that people love watching 'Law and Order', we just can't wait to see a dead body at the start and find out what the twist is at the end.

I've never talked to anyone whose story started with a dead body.  The closest most people get is actually their own near-dead bodies and usually goes something like this...  "and after three days, I woke up in a bathtub covered with (my own) vomit and feces.  that's when I decided that I had to do something".

Now, I suppose you might be wondering what the point of this is.  I guess what I am trying to say is that I need to end this prego-baby-blog.  You see, I thought I could maintain a separate page for baby type stuff while keeping my regular blog going.. but the truth is that I've been in that bathtub covered with my own feces.  My life has changed.  and I can't compartmentalize off the baby bits.  So this is the last post for this blog and any further posts will be occurring at the regular blog at at <a href="http://daisypit.net">daisypit.net</a>.

Thank you and good night!


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<entry>
   <title>he who laughs last...</title>
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   <published>2010-07-06T21:48:06Z</published>
   <updated>2010-07-06T22:00:51Z</updated>
   
   <summary>At one point during my pregnancy, I kind of went nuts with the nesting instinct and researched nearly every baby device and accessory currently in existence. This was almost a necessary evil since I had to populate the baby registry...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[At one point during my pregnancy, I kind of went nuts with the nesting instinct and researched nearly every baby device and accessory currently in existence.  This was almost a necessary evil since I had to populate the baby registry and I had no idea what was actually required to support a baby. 

Little did I know that once we actually did bring the baby home, we would wind up placing her in a laundry basket (actually, she still sleeps in a laundry basket but she's getting kind of long for it.) but this is a tale for another time. 

One baby item I remember reading about with a combination of awe and repugnance was the <a href="http://www.toysrus.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3198495">Itzbeen baby care timer</a>.   This hellish creation of a Type A personality has four timers built in that allow you to track the last time your baby had a diaper change, the last time the baby ate, the baby's sleeping time, and one extra timer that you can set for whatever else you want.  So I distinctly recall thinking "hah - If I really need to track that stuff, I can just log it in a book or something".  What is really funny about this product is that the description ends with a tagline of "Itzbeen baby care time is a must have for every new parent to make those first few months more enjoyable!"  Seriously, what could be more enjoyable than paranoiacly (have no idea how to spell this) tracking your child's every bowel movement for months?  

Well.. fast forward to now.  I don't log anything because the baby does a pretty good job letting me know when she wants to eat, sleep, get a new diaper, or is upset in general.  But, I am also sleep deprived.  So as I stare at my deceptively innocent looking little angel, who is passed out in her swing, all I can wonder is "when is the last time I fed her?"

I know I said she would let me know when she was hungry, but I still don't feel 100% comfortable abdicating all responsibility in this matter.  And the thing is, I am so wacked out of my head right now.. I have no idea the last time she ate.  What I do recall is that after she ate, I gave her a bath and the loml took a picture of her looking really cute.  "hah!" I think..  "I just need to find the timestamp on the camera for the photo!"  but before I go and get super-complicated with this, my mom is good enough to remind me that she knows when I fed the baby and its ok.  it was only two hours ago.  everything is ok. 

So I guess the moral of the story is, you don't need new-fangled electronic dohickeys when you have your mother around.]]>
      
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<entry>
   <title>high quality H20</title>
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   <published>2010-07-01T21:59:42Z</published>
   <updated>2010-07-01T22:14:14Z</updated>
   
   <summary>ok, so I&apos;ve been a little busy lately but hey, its time for a baby blog entry. The last two weeks have been edifying, to say the least. I&apos;ve learned that my baby is like a small buddha. How do...</summary>
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      ok, so I&apos;ve been a little busy lately but hey, its time for a baby blog entry. 

The last two weeks have been edifying, to say the least.  I&apos;ve learned that my baby is like a small buddha.  How do I know?  Because of the things I&apos;ve learned... like when the baby seems hungry, that&apos;s cause it is hungry.  When she&apos;s upset, well.. that&apos;s cause something is making her unhappy.. you know.. amazingly simple things like that.

but like I said, I don&apos;t want to get all mommy blogger.  So let&apos;s talk more about things I&apos;ve learned about me.  Like how it was completely untrue that my feet would swell up and stay that huge!  Completely untrue for me!  My feet actually shrank down such that the last two pairs of preggo shoes I bought are now too big for me.  My feet are so scrawny that they look just like Uma Thurman&apos;s feet in &apos;Kill Bill&apos;, which is kind of scary cause that wasn&apos;t the best foot shot ever.  but hey, those are my feet now. 

Also, this breastfeeding business.. I&apos;ve dropped 25 lbs in two weeks (though the loml points out its probably the loss of baby, fluids, and the pinata).  I&apos;m only 10 lbs up from where I started.  

But its not all good.  According to my midwife, my post-pregnancy abdominal muscles are for shit (my words, not hers)..  What she actually said is that my muscles are what she would expect to see in a woman who already had several children instead of just the one.  But she tried to tell me it wasn&apos;t my fault and maybe I should ask my mom if the same thing happened to her abs after the first child.

I really didn&apos;t want to tell my mid-wife, but that did not make me feel better.  If I recall correctly, my mother was and still is considerably more athletic than I am.  As far as I can tell, the fact that my abs are still split apart more than three fingers wide across my stomach, is all my fault. Cause I&apos;m lazy.

hee.  oh well, guess I better start looking at exercise programs. 
      
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<entry>
   <title>and we have baby</title>
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   <published>2010-06-24T14:32:40Z</published>
   <updated>2010-06-24T14:41:40Z</updated>
   
   <summary>ok - so we have a baby now. I&apos;m not a big fan of over-sharing in some areas of my life, which I think is funny because I have an old blog exclusively devoted to tracking my bowel movements. But...</summary>
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      ok - so we have a baby now.  

I&apos;m not a big fan of over-sharing in some areas of my life, which I think is funny because I have an old blog exclusively devoted to tracking my bowel movements.  But what I&apos;m trying to say is that I don&apos;t think you should expect the intimate details of how incredibly cute and perfect my child is (because she is), but I&apos;m not going to write about it.  However, I have no problems writing about other stuff related to being a baby momma.  So here goes: 

Firstly, my birthing story.  I&apos;m not going to be sharing that.  Suffice to say that the loml is (and continues to be) an amazing man without which none of this would be possible.  For all you thinking-about-being-daddies out there, its really awesome when the dad can take the time to be involved in the labor and after bits.  

Secondly, I can now add the following things to my list of stuff I&apos;ve tried: 
1. natural child birthing - this was actually ok.  When you have good support, this is totally doable and the pain is manageable. 
2. epidural - This didn&apos;t hurt at all.  I give it a 5 star rating. 
3. pitocin - Sometimes, you just have to take the stuff.  I do not recommend this without number 2 (above)
4. catheter - hah. hahahahaha.  not painful at all, and somewhat thought provoking when you have to carry around a bag of your own pee.

Now, I know some of you may be confused at this point.  How can I have tried natural childbirth as well as experienced pain killers and a labor inducing drug?   hoo-boy.  The answer is that you really don&apos;t want to know; its a long and complicated story.  Suffice to say that all is well that ends well. 

well, that&apos;s all I feel like sharing for now. 

      
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<entry>
   <title>Hatching a SUV</title>
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   <published>2010-06-02T22:02:08Z</published>
   <updated>2010-06-02T22:24:36Z</updated>
   
   <summary>A couple of weekends ago, the loml and I went to a farmer&apos;s market with some friends. We rode there in their ten-year old Honda CR-V (or maybe a RAV4 - I&apos;m not sure), and as I was riding, I...</summary>
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      A couple of weekends ago, the loml and I went to a farmer&apos;s market with some friends.  We rode there in their ten-year old Honda CR-V (or maybe a RAV4 - I&apos;m not sure), and as I was riding, I couldn&apos;t help thinking how nice it was.  Really comfortable, in fact, since achieving a pregnancy size of significance, riding in that CR-V seat was one of the most comfortable things I had done in months.  Yes!  This includes sleeping!  As a side note, sleeping is so uncomfortable that I can only do it when exhausted, after that I just wake up from the pain.  but anyways...

So I turned to the loml and told him that maybe we should get one of these things... which he seemed ok with until I suggested that we replace his car with one, at which point the situation became a no-go.  So ok.. whatever..  and then next weekend, I got to ride in another CR-V, and it was still awesome..

Sensing a trend, I again told the loml that I was thinking of getting a CR-V.  And he was cool with it and we discussed trading in my current vehicle and maybe getting a certified pre-owned CR-V or even a RAV4, which is the direct competitor.

So I browsed around the web and looked at options and built a few cars, but today I had some time so I actually went down the street to dealership row to see these things in person.  Because the crazy thing is, I&apos;m actually a huge fan of speedy compact little cars.  I&apos;m also a tree-hugging environmentalist.  That&apos;s why my current car is a Honda Civic hybrid.  I  get 40+ mpg, in the city!  I hate SUV drivers and everything they represent... unless.. they have multiple kids.. then I understand.  Cause then, you have cargo.  but anyway, the reason I went down to the dealerships was to hopefully be repulsed by the hugeness of the nasty SUVs with their shitty mileage.  &quot;Who really NEEDS a SUV?  Not me!  Not ME!&quot;  that&apos;s what I was thinking to myself. 

but sadly, I think we can all guess what happened (no - i didn&apos;t buy anything).. but I did test drive a Honda CR-V and a Toyota RAV4.  and man, I really really liked it.  Not only is the CR-V designed nicely,  but you can also access and control your iPOD through the touch screen.  How sweet is that???  And, at a similar package level, on the RAV4, you get keyless entry!  I mean like &apos;leave your key in the purse because the proximity will allow you to unlock your car and start the engine with the touch of your hand&apos;... these are the kind of features that I am a sucker for!

I also looked at a VW Tiguan, but it was like 5k more expensive, the seats don&apos;t fold flat, the front seats don&apos;t have power control for the base, and the only exciting thing is the panoramic sunroof.  sad really... I didn&apos;t even bother to test drive that one.

So I&apos;m at a bit of a crossroads here.  Honda has nice handling and good reputation, and an IPod dock.  Toyota currently has a shitty reputation but is offering a helluva financing option, and I can get keyless entry.  

and of course, its all for the baby you know.  So that I don&apos;t have to bend over so much to put the car seat in.  yep...  that&apos;s it.. nesting urges.. you know...
      
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<entry>
   <title>it&apos;s a boy!</title>
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   <published>2010-05-26T01:34:26Z</published>
   <updated>2010-05-26T01:46:23Z</updated>
   
   <summary>ok - before anyone gets too excited. I did NOT have a baby, much less a baby boy. but as I was checking out at CVS today, the woman conducting my transaction started chatting me up about my pregnancy... and...</summary>
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      ok - before anyone gets too excited.  I did NOT have a baby, much less a baby boy.  but as I was checking out at CVS today, the woman conducting my transaction started chatting me up about my pregnancy...  and the fact that she was quite certain I was having a boy.  

Again, my stomach is shaped like a basketball instead of a football, so in addition to it being &quot;very cute&quot;, I am also &quot;having a boy&quot;.  First of all, thank you all.  I guess its better to have a &quot;very cute&quot; belly, as opposed to... to what..?  I know people mean well when they say things like this, and I&apos;m really glad no strangers have rubbed my stomach (a small victory for my &apos;unapproachable&apos; body language), but sometimes I can&apos;t believe people criticize me for not thinking before I speak.  Seriously, its like a tribute to the divine comedy of life: a whole nation of people just waiting for the right opportunity to stick their feet in their mouths.  

anyways, so evidently several representatives of the service industry feel that I am having a boy.  That would be my last hair stylist, masseuse, corporate chef, cafeteria worker, and now the CVS cashier.  So I informed the loml, but he&apos;s decided to stick with the opinion of our ultrasound technician, who was highly confident that we were having a girl.

and I&apos;m hoping she was right, mainly because we haven&apos;t picked out or really even thought about a boy name.  I&apos;d hate to be choosing a name under pressure, cause that&apos;s when you come up with stuff like Ozzy.  Which I&apos;ve always thought would be an awesome name for a boy, but I&apos;m sure there are lots a reasons not to pick it.  Not that I can think of any.

See.. life is funny. 
      
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<entry>
   <title>TMI?</title>
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   <published>2010-05-19T21:36:39Z</published>
   <updated>2010-05-19T22:17:57Z</updated>
   
   <summary>heh. Well today&apos;s topic may be a little TMI, and some of the links are definitely NSFW (and if you didn&apos;t get either of those acronyms then you should maybe hit up google before reading the rest of this entry)....</summary>
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      <![CDATA[heh.  Well today's topic may be a little TMI, and some of the links are definitely NSFW (and if you didn't get either of those acronyms then you should maybe hit up google before reading the rest of this entry).

So last weekend, I began my final round up of "things I need before the baby shows up", and one of those things was extra parts for my breast pump.  You need extra parts just like you need extra sheets for the bed; cause sometimes stuff is dirty and you don't want to be dependent on the doing a wash before you get to sleep again.  So I started browsing through amazon, building up my shopping list o' parts when I noticed something.

Breastshields, which are the plastic bits that fit over your nipples and such, come in different sizes.  The normal part that comes with my pump is a medium, but they also sell a small, large, XL, and XXL.  oh, ok.. well, what the hell?  So I do a little more research and allegedly, ill-fitting breastshields can cause unpleasant pumping experiences like breast pain and decreased milk collection. 

well, shit.. how do I know if the shield do-hickey is the right size then??  
--- note* by now, I hope you can see where this story is going.  So if you need to stop reading, now is a good time. ---

So I do what any reasonable person does, I googled it.  And I found a couple of websites with pictures.  Cause I'll be damned if I've ever closely inspected a nursing mother to evaluate the exact dynamics of the situation.  Here are the two sites I found:
<a href="http://www.medelasuction.com/ISBD/breastfeeding/breastpumping/breastshieldfitting.php">Site 1# Graphics from Medela, manufacturer of breastpumps</a>.  Now this site was ok, it sort of explained things, but yet, I still felt the need to keep on looking.

<a href="http://lactinv.com/breastfeeding_qna.php?article=proper_fitting_of_breastshields">Site #2: Crazy pics of real breasts in mid-pump.</a>  At this point I realized that I would actually have to attach the pump to myself in order to compare to the pictures.  So I assembled the sucker (ha. get it... sucker? haha) and tried it out.  aaaaand..  no, I didn't quite look like the picture of the good fit.  in fact, I looked more like the theoretical picture of the "breastshield is too big".  WTF?  

At this point, I had to get some help, so I hollered for the loml (in clear defiance of my 'no shouting' across the house policy, but I was a bit agitated).  He showed up and I showed him the pump and my breast.  "Do I have small nipples?", I asked.  I thought I was being pretty calm but I must not have been because the loml started with the whole, "no baby, you look great" thing.  and I was like "no, no, I mean it.  Are my nipples smaller than other women?  You've dated other woman, you tell me!"  but he kept insisting that I was fine so I showed the pictures that I had found online.

"woah, that is an ugly picture", he said about link #2 (see the second set of pics...) which I agreed about, but he couldn't exactly provide any definitive answers to my questions.  So I went ahead and ordered the extra parts anyway (which was other stuff besides the shields) and gave up the topic until the next day, when I was over at my cousin's house. 

She's a breast-pumping momma, so I asked her about the actual fit of her pump and finally she goes, "ok, let's see 'em.  Show me your nipples."  Honestly, I didn't think I'd ever be in this spot, but whatever, I showed her.  She thought they looked normal, though maybe a bit small...  but then, her pump didn't fit like the pictures online either and it had always worked for her.  so, ok fine.  

and I swear I thought the whole thing was over until I was reading my basic infant care book and they started talking about nipple problems that could impact breastfeeding.. and there it was again.. my nipples didn't stick out like the illustration in the book.  Well, did I need to buy extra parts for this or what?  Why isn't this more clear???

So finally, the loml and I went to the midwifery practice today for a routine check-in and I said to the mid-wife.  "I'm worried I may have small or inverted nipples."  at which point, the loml pipes up and says "you never asked me about inverted nipples.  I could've told you!" and I was like "You couldn't tell me what size my nipples were compared to your ex's".  At which point the mid-wife steps in and offers to take a look.  and I'm like "ok, that would be great", cause I've spent too much time on this as it is. 

and she looks.  and says, "they're not inverted.  They sink a little but they still poke out...  I don't think they're small. "  and she follows this up with a thing about how you don't want nipples that are too big anyways, because sometimes babies have a hard time feeding off them.  and then comes the big kiss-off.  she says "maybe you are overthinking this."

and I am like WTF!  This is what you say to someone when they are acting crazy.  I would not be acting crazy if there was better information available about this topic instead of having to actually show my nipples to three different people to get a bonafide opinion!  but ok.. ok..  maybe I did overthink it and I probably was getting a little crazy.. but anyway. 

So I try to explain, "I wasn't going to be upset if I had small nipples (because seriously, who gets upset about that?  People get upset about small boobs, not small nips), I just wanted to know in case I had to do something about it."

but ok - whatever.  there you have it.  I've already ordered extra parts and if it actually becomes a problem I'll deal with it later..]]>
      
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<entry>
   <title>executive decisions</title>
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   <published>2010-05-15T00:42:01Z</published>
   <updated>2010-05-15T00:56:42Z</updated>
   
   <summary>Today the loml and I came home and were inspecting the house. Our maid service had come by so we were checking the job they had done, when the loml pointed out that they hadn&apos;t emptied one of the trash...</summary>
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      Today the loml and I came home and were inspecting the house.  Our maid service had come by so we were checking the job they had done, when the loml pointed out that they hadn&apos;t emptied one of the trash cans.  This was a little abnormal; the maids usually take out all the trash.  But when I looked at the trash can, I thought I knew the answer.  There were clothes in it and maybe the maid service thought we were storing them or something.  And then I took a closer look at the clothes. 

and I recognized them as some of the maternity clothes that I had just been given by a friend, who had recently had a child.  I shot the loml a look, and he explained that he&apos;d found the clothes when doing laundry.  Upon examination, he&apos;d found them to be so unbelievably ugly, that he had made the decision to throw them away.

&quot;and&quot;, he said, &quot;they have holes in them!&quot;.  So I must explain something here.  The loml is against anything that looks like &quot;grandma&quot; style underwear and sleeping garments.  And I have to admit, these two nightgowns did fall into that category, but I had them for a reason.  &quot;Look!&quot; I said to him and I held the gown up over my chest.  &quot;See these two holes right over my chest?  These night gowns are for after you give birth and you are resting around the house.  This way you can still breastfeed and not get dressed!&quot;.

but the loml was unrelenting.  The things were ugly and had to be removed.  He pointed out that they were long and flannel and would be really warm to wear in June.  Was I really going to wear an ugly flannel nightgown all day in the summer just because it had holes for my boobs?   (I really wish I had a picture of this thing now to show you.)

So I let them go with the proviso that if it turned out that I really did need clothes with boob holes in them, that he was the one who was going to have to get them for me.  Last I saw, he didn&apos;t seem too intimidated by the prospect. 
      
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<entry>
   <title>update of the month</title>
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   <published>2010-05-13T01:25:12Z</published>
   <updated>2010-05-13T02:21:51Z</updated>
   
   <summary>so i&apos;ve been sleeping alot lately which is my excuse for not updating recently. yeah.. i know. lame excuse, but hey, look.. here is this entry. So I&apos;ve got about a month left, and evidently I&apos;ve hit this stage where...</summary>
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      so i&apos;ve been sleeping alot lately which is my excuse for not updating recently.  yeah.. i know. lame excuse, but hey, look.. here is this entry. 

So I&apos;ve got about a month left, and evidently I&apos;ve hit this stage where many people think I&apos;m about to pop.  Which I understand.  I used to think the same thing about very pregnant looking women, &quot;how much bigger can that woman possibly get?  She must be ready to go!&quot;.. 

maybe its the fault of the media.  Does anyone really bother showing actual pregnant women on tv anymore?  The last one I saw was Heidi Klume, and the camera was always very careful to only show her from the front onwards.. no real side view, and she is a victoria&apos;s secret model to boot.

but i guess that it would be a very odd tv show to feature very pregnant women, anyway.  Its not as if they stay that way; you&apos;d always have to find a new one.  And then, what would they be doing?   At least Heidi had a legitimate role in hosting project runway.  and I&apos;m not interested in watching other women give birth..

can&apos;t we show really pregnant women on tv doing anything else? 


      
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<entry>
   <title>i hate everything</title>
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   <published>2010-04-20T00:06:40Z</published>
   <updated>2010-04-20T11:04:20Z</updated>
   
   <summary>ok, maybe not everything. but its hitting that point where I keep waking up from sleep because of how uncomfortable I am. I sleep because I&apos;m exhausted from lack of sleep, but then I wake up as soon as my...</summary>
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      ok, maybe not everything.  but its hitting that point where I keep waking up from sleep because of how uncomfortable I am.  I sleep because I&apos;m exhausted from lack of sleep, but then I wake up as soon as my body&apos;s gotten enough rest to be disturbed by the discomfort level.  I hope you don&apos;t understand what this is like, because its close to an outer ring of hell for me. 

i was so disturbed that today I bought a couple of new sleep/nursing bras (my old bras just aren&apos;t cutting it anymore and I firmly believe in throwing money at the problem if it will help).. of course the moment I try one on, the loml is like &quot;what&apos;s with the ugly shirt thing..&quot;?  and then he quickly shut up after I gave him the look.  But he didn&apos;t shut up in time to stop me from a mini-rant of how ALL maternity underwear is UGLY and if he wanted pretty maternity underwear, then HE COULD BUY IT FOR ME.  note that his final comment upon further examination of my sleep bra was a muttered &quot;how retarded&quot;.

but seriously, I&apos;m not spending $50 on upwards for pretty maternity underwear.  and that&apos;s not really what&apos;s causing the majority of discomfort anyway.  but while I&apos;m on the subject, I would like to state that maternity underwear is ridiculous.  All my nice underwear from before still fits me.  because its nice underwear, and not that cheap badly shaped mormon wear that they sell in 3 packs wrapped in a plastic bag. 

seriously ladies, if you aren&apos;t happy about the state of your ass, what makes you think that a full coverage panty is going to make anything better?  for the love of god, get some pretty lace-inset hipsters from Victoria Secret or something..  they&apos;re only $5 each and you&apos;ll feel much better about them.  or if you hate VS, H&amp;M also makes some really nice stretchy, comfy, lacy-type things that are affordable. 

but whatever you do, don&apos;t buy your underwear in a plastic multi-pack.  your ass deserves better (and yes, even the nice stuff comes in cotton if you like).. but nothing good comes from buying granny undies..  unless you are a granny and there is a reason you want them, but I&apos;d rather figure this out for myself in another 20+ years.  don&apos;t tell me.. TMI people..

Update:
ok now that I&apos;ve had a chance to sleep on it, I realize that it&apos;s hypocritical of me to complain about not wanting to spend $50 on pretty maternity bras and then to also judge others for not wanting to spend a few more ducats on pretty underwear. 

But I still believe that if it&apos;s reasonably possible for you to avoid buying awful underwear, then you should. 
      
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<entry>
   <title>nesting FAIL</title>
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   <published>2010-04-16T23:14:19Z</published>
   <updated>2010-04-16T23:25:21Z</updated>
   
   <summary>So at some point a couple of months ago, I hit this &quot;nesting&quot; phase. I didn&apos;t particularly recognize it, i just figured it was a good time to get things done. I wound up hiring a maid service, buying baby...</summary>
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      So at some point a couple of months ago, I hit this &quot;nesting&quot; phase.  I didn&apos;t particularly recognize it, i just figured it was a good time to get things done.  I wound up hiring a maid service, buying baby furniture, scheduling lists of thing to do in the future, and a bunch of other stuff.  And it wasn&apos;t like I had a lot of energy; i didn&apos;t.  but the energy I had was pretty focused on getting stuff accomplished.  

anyways, one of the things I did back then was order new blinds for the house.  All our windows are a funky size so its not like any blinds will work.  But I managed to score an amazing deal on a JC Penny&apos;s sale on custom cordless cellular blinds.  The only problem was that, since they were custom a) i couldn&apos;t return them if I didn&apos;t like them and b) it took 5 weeks to make and deliver.

So today, they finally showed up! yay! and they fit the windows! double-yay!!  The only problem is that I can&apos;t install them! BOOOO!  Its not like its that hard either but for some reason, climbing up and down a step-ladder, marking up the frame for the install, pre-drilling the holes... well, i think you get the idea. 

Evidently, I&apos;m too far gone to handle home improvement projects.  Which I should have realized when it completely tired me out to assemble the fantastic cradle swing we got a few weeks ago.  So now, here I am all excited about the new blinds (for three rooms no less), and I lack the body power to do anything about it.  its kind of sad.  

and even worse, now I have to get my vicarious thrills by getting the loml to assemble and install all this stuff (did I mention that we just got a glider/ottoman that also needs to be put together?!).  and the loml...., well let&apos;s just say he&apos;s not even half as excited about this stuff as I am.

waaahh...  waaaaaaah....  waaaaaaaah  : ( 
      
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<entry>
   <title>meet tubby</title>
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   <published>2010-04-16T11:52:06Z</published>
   <updated>2010-04-16T12:00:31Z</updated>
   
   <summary>So I suppose its inevitable that I will one day become part of that despicable lot, the mommy-bloggers. To be even plainer, I don&apos;t like mommy-bloggers because they have always struck me as people who were capitalizing on their kids....</summary>
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      So I suppose its inevitable that I will one day become part of that despicable lot, the mommy-bloggers.  To be even plainer, I don&apos;t like mommy-bloggers because they have always struck me as people who were capitalizing on their kids.  and who wants to know about other people&apos;s kids (compared to my own uniquely amazing thoughts?)...  I know,  I know, blogging is a generally masturbatory exercise so who am I to judge.

but back to the point.  I&apos;m fascinated by my kid and its still in utero.  So today&apos;s about Tubby, so named because 75% of my cats are overweight.  

Currently, tubby appears to spend about 50% of the time kicking or punching me.  So the other day, as I was examining a foot bulge that appeared in my stomach (sort of like in &apos;Alien&apos; but with less screaming), an idea occurred.  So I started tapping on tubby&apos;s foot with my finger.  and after a few seconds the foot stopped shoving against my stomach, only to reappear seconds later on the other side.  hah!  that&apos;ll learn me.  Tubby does what tubby wants.

I considered playing some more but stopped.  I don&apos;t want to get into some weird habit of tapping on my stomach every time the baby kicks me.  
      
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<entry>
   <title>what would popeye think...</title>
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   <published>2010-04-10T16:12:22Z</published>
   <updated>2010-04-10T16:30:10Z</updated>
   
   <summary>A few weeks ago, I had to get a glucose test.. you may recall my mentioning it assuming that I actually wrote about it.. i can&apos;t remember exactly.. but anyway. oh wait, I did write about this because I distinctly...</summary>
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      A few weeks ago, I had to get a glucose test.. you may recall my mentioning it assuming that I actually wrote about it.. i can&apos;t remember exactly.. but anyway. 

oh wait, I did write about this because I distinctly recall bitching about the fact that I had started drinking blackstrap molasses (its still not that great) in an effort to get more iron in my system.  If you didn&apos;t read the previous entry, basically I passed the glucose test but failed the iron/anemia test.  In retrospect, if I had recalled that the iron test was occurring, instead of worrying about the glucose test, i would have prepared for it because this is something that I&apos;ve had for several years and I know all about it.  You should see me preparing to donate blood. but anyway, that&apos;s another story...

so I just had another check in with the midwives and the very nice lady wanted to make sure I was doing something about the &quot;iron situation&quot;.  (The thing is, I&apos;m not at a bad level but I am definitely below normal.  And if I drop too low, then the midwives won&apos;t take me anymore and I&apos;ll have to give birth in a hospital with a doctor and abide by all their anti-litigious policies..  so I am motivated to take this serious).  And I told her that I had started eating more spinach and apricots, and drinking more OJ (&apos;cause vitamin C helps your body absorb iron).  

And then I said to her, &quot;I was told to take an iron supplement but I didn&apos;t because I noticed that my prenatal vitamin already contains more than the recommended allowance for iron and my body doesn&apos;t seem to be absorbing that, so how would another supplement help?&quot;  I mean, I assume my body  isn&apos;t absorbing it because otherwise, I wouldn&apos;t have an &quot;iron situation&quot;.  so she says, &quot;are you still having regular bowel movements?&quot; Hah! well, yes I am.  I&apos;m pretty damn regular.  I tell her so.

and then she says, &quot;What color is your stool?&quot;.  and I tell her, its dark brown, which is really not the sign of happy stool but if you want to know more about that you have to read one of my other blogs.  

but here is the funny thing.  Iron supplements can actually cause black stool or even constipation and since I&apos;m suffering from neither, my body can stand to have more iron supplements.  yay.  yay me.

So now I&apos;m on iron supplements until we can make sure that I&apos;m not heading for anemia or the hospital or the bathroom for that matter.  
      
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<entry>
   <title>spring has sprung</title>
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   <published>2010-04-02T14:53:36Z</published>
   <updated>2010-04-02T15:30:11Z</updated>
   
   <summary>sorry about the lack of updates, but I&apos;ve been having some issues this week which have really made it hard to concentrate on the blogging. I&apos;m fairly sure this is a typical problem for pregnant women in the third trimester,...</summary>
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      sorry about the lack of updates, but I&apos;ve been having some issues this week which have really made it hard to concentrate on the blogging.  I&apos;m fairly sure this is a typical problem for pregnant women in the third trimester, but right now its happening to me.  So I care.  and I&apos;ll say this, I&apos;ll never lack sympathy for the general state of pregnant women.

Because right now, I can&apos;t seem to breathe very well (and by very well, I mean that I occasionally feel like I&apos;m two breaths away from an asthma attack - i wish I was joking about this).  Its a combination of the fact that the baby and baby luggage are shoving against my lungs (effectively compacted them and other organs) and that increased amounts of estrogen cause swelling of the mucous membranes (stuffy nose), plus I think I have a head cold or spring allergies. 

but all of this would be nothing, nothing I tell you!  IF i was allowed to drug myself up.  but sadly no.  I&apos;m not.  My old friend thera-flu, how I miss you.  But to be clear, theoretically I can take anything I want, if I don&apos;t mind being my own guinea pig, since no one intentionally does drug testing on pregnant women (or at least publishes it).

Instead, I can have (in moderation) benadryl (not working for me), sudafed (gives me some nasty anxiety side affects), and for just a couple of days I can have afrin.  Ooo- i love you afrin.  Its too bad you&apos;re addictive. 

and please, save the advice about vitamin C and hot showers and using a neti pot.  I&apos;ve been living there for the last 4 months and it ain&apos;t cutting it no more. 
      
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<entry>
   <title>the things you&apos;ll do</title>
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   <published>2010-03-28T21:32:30Z</published>
   <updated>2010-03-28T21:48:40Z</updated>
   
   <summary>So one of the normal things you get to do with as part of the pregnancy shtick is get a glucose and iron screening. The point of the test is to look for indications of gestational diabetes or anemia. I...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[So one of the normal things you get to do with as part of the pregnancy shtick is get a glucose and iron screening.  The point of the test is to look for indications of gestational diabetes or anemia.  I actually thought the taking the test was alright.  I got to consume this fantastically sweet drink that reminded me of the orange kool-aid I had as a youngster, and then I was amped up for the rest of the day.  And fortunately for me, my glucose levels were just fine.  No gestational diabetes for me!  yay!  

Unfortunately, my iron levels were low.  Now, I understand this is pretty normal at my stage of pregnancy but I was asked to try to work on getting more iron in my system anyway, just in case.  so, ok.. fine.  Except, it really isn't.  My pre-natal vitamin already contains 150% of the daily recommended dose (yes, I know its higher for pregnant women), but I'm already eating a luna bar and nutritional protein shake that contain even more iron, and eating oranges every day (vitamin c is supposed to assist in iron absorption).

but whatever, I don't want to be negligent with my health here so I'll get more iron in by eating more stuff.  I'll admit, as the nurse was recommending that I try consuming more organ meats (oooh.. chopped liver with bell pepper... wow, that DOES sound good... no wait. no it actually doesn't.. BLECH!) I was pretty happy that I was a vegetarian.  but that does limit my options.  And that is why, today, I was staring at large glass of dark brown liquid. 

It gave me flashbacks to when I was drinking 16 oz of prune juice for breakfast as part of my colon cleansing experiment.  but this time, it was 10 oz of hot water mixed with blackstrap molasses.  Which, believe it or not, is reputed to be an excellent source of iron. 

Now don't go thinking I'm being irresponsible.  I already ate five dried apricots and had a spinach sandwich (in addition to the pre-natal vitamins), so I'm doing my work dammit.  but I thought the molasses thing would be easier.  Its not, but I drank the stuff anyway. 

<sigh>  Diets SUCK!]]>
      
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