Thursday, November 08, 2007

How to torture me

Take away my Diet Coke and internet service. Welcome to today.

The Diet Coke is a personal matter I suppose. Who am I kidding? Bird has decided there isn't enough room for him and any amount of gas in my abdomen. Major ow. So I'm cutting out the carbonation and adjusting a few things in my diet so that maybe I won't be doubled over in pain today.

The internet though? Is a mystery. Just stopped working. Guy hasn't had a chance to work on it yet, so I just have to wait it out. Thank goodness for free internet at Panera Bread.

What's been going on then? Most importantly, Andria had her baby. A little boy. Makes me want to jump on a plane right this very second. I am thinking a trip to her neck of the woods is definitely in order for next summer. It's somewhere Guy and I have talked about going for awhile now, and I just found out another friend of mine has moved there. Tempting. Very very tempting.

I spent a lovely day with my friend T yesterday. Her little boy is really turning into a little boy and is no longer a baby. It makes me a little sad, because I so wanted for our kids to be the same age and best buds, but it's alright. Her oldest is a gem, and stinking hilarious. She told T the other day that I was going to have a baby, and already had a stepdaughter and a stephusband. So funny.

Guy's ankle is getting better. It never did get to where he couldn't walk on it, and it wasn't very black and blue, so he decided it was just sprained and he would tough it out. I dropped him off at work the past couple of days because it is such a long walk from his parking space to his office, but today he is hoofing it all on his own.

As you can tell, I'm ignoring NoMoPloBoMoFo or whatever it's called. I did have a goal this month, and it was to comment on every single one of Zoot's posts because she is trying to reach 100 instead of just posting everyday. Also Liz's. And Whymommy's. And, well, just keep up with reading and commenting in general. Obviously, the lack of internet service has hampered my ability to reach this goal tremendously.

Tomorrow, Momma gets the results from her scans. Baited breath.

This weekend, Guy and I start our childbirth classes. We have an independent childbirth instructor that is coming to the house and giving us all the lowdown. I'm quite excited. There will also be a dad's class, a breastfeeding class, and she might help us find a doula. Guy is still convinced that we don't need one; that he will be everything I need. And I tend to believe that. He is everything I need. I'm not quite convinced that he might need one. He really hates seeing me in pain.

And in this random post of catching up, I leave you with the funniest thing that has happened to me in forever.

I'm sitting in Panera Bread. Bagel crumbs litter the front of my shirt. Pregnant belly busting out in all it's glory. Just minding my own business when dude in some camo and a hunting vest comes over and tries to put the moves on me. I didn't want to be mean, but it was all I could do not to just bust out laughing at him. How very very bizarre.

10 comments:

  1. Hi, Canape!! Just wanted to say that I think the doula idea is a really great one. I had a "doula" of sorts for my second baby-- she is a good friend who is also a nurse. She came with us to the hospital, and helped with EVERYTHING, right down to the pain control, and although my husband had worried that his role would be "usurped", it turned out that there was PA-LENTY of work for ALL of us that day!! My husband got a break every now and again, and confessed relief that he didn't have to worry about being "EVERYTHING" for me... It also helped when he got a bit woozy during the pushing stage-- he was able to sit down and breathe for a few minutes, while A. helped me through the hardest moments. And then, she remembered to pick up the camera right away and take pics of the baby, my husband and me during those first precious moments with our newborn. I still don't even remember the flashbulb going off, but suffice it to say that those shots are the BEST ones from that incredible day.

    Some doulas even come over and help you after the baby is born, too... Which is just beyond amazing, let me tell you.

    Love to you xo CGF

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  2. I know you aren't asking for advice, but my husband didn't think we needed a doula. If I had to do over again, I'd have gotten the doula. Feel free to ignore this completely unsolicited advice!

    As for your momma, prayers for her!

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  3. Sorry about the diet coke...


    Can I offer 2 peices of assvice?

    1) with the breastfeeding class, get the numbers and names of support for after LB's arrival... better to have them than not

    2) If Guy doesn't like you in pain, he better buck up. Labor is not as bad as you might think, but it isn't as calm as you might hope. He might get flustered so maybe a doula is a good idea....

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  4. Im sorry about no diet coke and no internet! :(

    Yay for days with friends and new babies though!! :)

    I hope you have internet soon.

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  5. some men, they're just all over the pregnant ladies. especially with crumbs. very 'barefoot & pregnant, just baked you something hunny' kinda look - rrrrowr. ;)

    sympathies over the Diet Coke. i'm trying to quit the stuff. again. i think there's gotta be crack in it, it's so hard to go without.

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  6. Bagel crumbs are sexy...

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  7. It is because the boobs are so gigantic...maybe he didn't see the belly? Or maybe he's one of those guys that has a pregnant lady fetish? I think this makes you a MILF.

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  8. Praying for good scans. Really good, really clean, spotless scans.

    Praying hard.

    And trying not to laugh at the guy picking up the pregnant chick with crumbs on her shirt. They always want what they can't have....

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  9. thinking about your momma and hoping for the best news.

    your panera story just TOTALLY cracked me up.

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  10. Know nothing bout how to choose Doula's.. good luck with that.

    I am laughing pretty hard on the getting hit on part though. You so HOT! (I'm sure Guy would back me on that!)

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