Saturday, March 28, 2009
The Temple... CLOSED?!
The temple will be closed for the next 2 weeks during the Easter pageant. I've know all week and haven't been able to get there. I don't know if I'll make it today. I feel like crap in the mornings and that's usually my time. AAAAAHHHH! What will I do?! 2 weeks?!
Costco Pregnancy Shopping Spree #1
Cheesecake (someone mentions it one day, I buy it the next)
Hummus (someone feeds it to me one day, I buy it the next)
Lemon/Berry dessert (I need one tomorrow, I buy it today)
Cashews (yum, salt)
Dried Endamame (?! looked good, lots of protein, low on fat)
Lemon Bar mix (I'm hoping Kyra can make these)
Cereal (for the 4am wake up when nothing sounds good to eat)
Bread (for PB &J sandwiches)
Hummus (someone feeds it to me one day, I buy it the next)
Lemon/Berry dessert (I need one tomorrow, I buy it today)
Cashews (yum, salt)
Dried Endamame (?! looked good, lots of protein, low on fat)
Lemon Bar mix (I'm hoping Kyra can make these)
Cereal (for the 4am wake up when nothing sounds good to eat)
Bread (for PB &J sandwiches)
The Compliment Guys
Some friends of mine have a blog and there is always a list of things that they find "interesting". They are usually pretty deep and/or long (!) articles that I don't get all the way through or am not personally interested in. Remember, I like happy endings and don't like to dwell on on the negative. Optimistic to a fault baby, that's me!
Anyway, click here to get the full story of these 2 guys giving out free compliments to people at Purdue University. You can either read the article, or watch the video since it's mainly the same information. I absolutely LOVED this story! This is TOTALLY something I would do, who wants to join me?! When and where?!
Anyway, click here to get the full story of these 2 guys giving out free compliments to people at Purdue University. You can either read the article, or watch the video since it's mainly the same information. I absolutely LOVED this story! This is TOTALLY something I would do, who wants to join me?! When and where?!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Turkey Jerkey to the rescue
On the advice of a friend, I sent Bill to the store for some turkey jerkey last night. (OK, the friend didn't say, "send Bill", she just said try turkey jerkey.) Full of protein and something I could chew on for a little while before swallowing. It sounded perfect. My biggest problem is eating, then digesting too quickly, and having my tongue taste like whatever I just ate. I know, I know, that's disgusting. Tell me about it! Anyway, jerky sounded like I could prolong the eating process without eating too much of something and it worked! I probably had 30 grams of turkey protein last night right before I went to bed and this morning I felt pretty good. Maybe it was all the super support I felt from everyone's comments on my misery, but I think it's more than that. I got off my butt this morning and walked a mile on the treadmill and then found that I was starving. Starving?! Yep. I haven't felt the desire to eat, without the urge to puke, in at least 3 days. Yipee for me. And now, thanks to another friend who cuts up cherry tomatoes and puts then on hot dogs (freak!), I had a delish bean burrito, complete with fresh cut cherry tomatoes. Double yum, I think I'll go make another...
So Much for Optimism
I was sure this time would be different. I had convinced myself that I had planned appropriately and that all the extra protein in my system was going to make all the difference in the world. I was sure that sickness, nausea, and the urge to hurl on an hourly basis was going to pass me by this time. I was optimistic. Embarrassingly optimistic.
Now. Not so much.
I've resigned to spending the next 7-8 months on the verge of running to the bathroom to expel any healthy or unhealthy nutrients that I have put into my body.
I've resigned to staying in my pajamas all morning long while I debate back and forth if I feel well enough to get a load of laundry done.
I've resigned to stocking up on granola bars and yogurt so Tasha has something she can make herself for breakfast in the morning.
I'll be lucky to get my make-up on and hair done before I have to go pick up Tasha from preschool. Each morning that I don't I will seriously consider paying for the bus to bring her back to our house after preschool.
I'll debate whether or not I want to make my bed since I want t to crawl into it several times each day.
I'll be pleading with my husband to do the dishes each night so I don't have to smell the remnants of leftover sauce, peanut butter, or rotting cheese the next morning.
I'll be letting Tasha watch a lot of TV in the afternoon while I curl up in a ball and huddle under the covers (at least for another few weeks while it is cold in my house) and sleep or read. I'll also be very grateful that, for some unknown reason, we've got many more cable channels than we pay for.
I'll have a fleeting desire to try to earn a living sending snarky emails to people and blogging random posts about the misery of pregnancy. But, since the few moments I feel well are spent trying to catch up on housework, cooking, and giving my kids a little attention, I won't figure out how to make any money being myself. (Hopefully that fortune from Tuesday night comes through and "A business venture will soon come my way.")
Instead of the above money making scheme, I'll contact the local high schools (and jr. highs?!) and schedule speaking engagements for the youth (girls in particular) to avoid sex at all costs because the resulting pregnancy is Misery, with a capital M. I'll go into all the complications, side effects, labor issues, and medical needs that accompany said pregnancy all through gritted teeth, while holding a barf bag and doubled over in pain. If this doesn't do the trick I might bring friends along to lecture on the ins and outs of fertility, pains of labor (since this aspect actually goes well for me), and the sleepless/cranky/teething nights that ensue in the first years of life. That should do the trick. I don't mind if there is a baby boom right now, I just want it to remain in the married, over 20 crowd.
After all this, I will hopefully be feeling well by 3ish and can complete my day as I normally would. That's been the norm thus far and I certainly appreciate my late afternoons. If I could only figure out what I've been doing wrong up until then.
Yes, I wanted this baby. Yes, it was planned. Yes, we are all thrilled. But now I really realize why it takes 4-5 years to psych myself into going through this again.
Now. Not so much.
I've resigned to spending the next 7-8 months on the verge of running to the bathroom to expel any healthy or unhealthy nutrients that I have put into my body.
I've resigned to staying in my pajamas all morning long while I debate back and forth if I feel well enough to get a load of laundry done.
I've resigned to stocking up on granola bars and yogurt so Tasha has something she can make herself for breakfast in the morning.
I'll be lucky to get my make-up on and hair done before I have to go pick up Tasha from preschool. Each morning that I don't I will seriously consider paying for the bus to bring her back to our house after preschool.
I'll debate whether or not I want to make my bed since I want t to crawl into it several times each day.
I'll be pleading with my husband to do the dishes each night so I don't have to smell the remnants of leftover sauce, peanut butter, or rotting cheese the next morning.
I'll be letting Tasha watch a lot of TV in the afternoon while I curl up in a ball and huddle under the covers (at least for another few weeks while it is cold in my house) and sleep or read. I'll also be very grateful that, for some unknown reason, we've got many more cable channels than we pay for.
I'll have a fleeting desire to try to earn a living sending snarky emails to people and blogging random posts about the misery of pregnancy. But, since the few moments I feel well are spent trying to catch up on housework, cooking, and giving my kids a little attention, I won't figure out how to make any money being myself. (Hopefully that fortune from Tuesday night comes through and "A business venture will soon come my way.")
Instead of the above money making scheme, I'll contact the local high schools (and jr. highs?!) and schedule speaking engagements for the youth (girls in particular) to avoid sex at all costs because the resulting pregnancy is Misery, with a capital M. I'll go into all the complications, side effects, labor issues, and medical needs that accompany said pregnancy all through gritted teeth, while holding a barf bag and doubled over in pain. If this doesn't do the trick I might bring friends along to lecture on the ins and outs of fertility, pains of labor (since this aspect actually goes well for me), and the sleepless/cranky/teething nights that ensue in the first years of life. That should do the trick. I don't mind if there is a baby boom right now, I just want it to remain in the married, over 20 crowd.
After all this, I will hopefully be feeling well by 3ish and can complete my day as I normally would. That's been the norm thus far and I certainly appreciate my late afternoons. If I could only figure out what I've been doing wrong up until then.
Yes, I wanted this baby. Yes, it was planned. Yes, we are all thrilled. But now I really realize why it takes 4-5 years to psych myself into going through this again.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
This Could be Very Dangerous
On Sunday Kyra asked me if she could bake some cookies. I told her that would be fine as long as I was not involved in any way. She pulled out a cookbook and started looking through recipes. She tried to switch to some yummy looking frozen dessert and I asked her what ingredients she needed, none of which we had. Silly girl. To end the torment, I gave her a recipe for chocolate chip cookies, suggested that she add some butterscotch chips in the mix, and then proceeded to go to bed. On my way out of the kitchen Tasha asked if she could help. I knew this just had disaster written all over it but I didn't feel well and needed to rest.
A few minutes later I asked Bill to go check on them. He reported that all was fine.
A few minutes after that Tasha came in to kiss me. She did not hug me because she reported that she had flour on her and she didn't want me to be a mess. Hmm, flour everywhere huh?!
A few minutes later I sniffed the air. "Bill, do you smell that? It smells yummy."
The heavenly aroma of freshly baked butterscotch/chocolate chip cookies was permeating the air and I didn't have to do anything to get that smell. Each cookie was perfectly proportioned and baked to perfection. They were yum-yum-yummy!
Now, if I could just get Kyra to bring me a few bites of dough before she bakes them all...
(Oh, this could be very, very, dangerous!)
A few minutes later I asked Bill to go check on them. He reported that all was fine.
A few minutes after that Tasha came in to kiss me. She did not hug me because she reported that she had flour on her and she didn't want me to be a mess. Hmm, flour everywhere huh?!
A few minutes later I sniffed the air. "Bill, do you smell that? It smells yummy."
The heavenly aroma of freshly baked butterscotch/chocolate chip cookies was permeating the air and I didn't have to do anything to get that smell. Each cookie was perfectly proportioned and baked to perfection. They were yum-yum-yummy!
Now, if I could just get Kyra to bring me a few bites of dough before she bakes them all...
(Oh, this could be very, very, dangerous!)
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