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Three (3!) Things Thursday

1. I am reading a book on leadership, and came across this passage:

Umm – so except for this book, everything else I’ve read has been smutty vampire or werewolf paranormal romance. I am not at my most intellectual right now. And I’m pretty sure the values they teach are loyalty (to your pack and/or sire), the value of a good sword, and that you should always kill someone to make an example out of them to discourage others from coming after you. This is not necessarily the message I’d like to impart to my team.

 

2. A couple of weeks ago, after (yet another stellar swim! I love swimming! Last night I swam 1800 yds – i.e. more than a mile!), the Ambitious One (my awesome swim partner) brought me a wee little birthday cake! It was so adorable! And tasty!

 

3. I also received in the mail the official signed approval sheet for my capstone project!

Yes – you may call me Master, if you wish.

 

Happy Thursday, y’all!

Weekend in Review

Not a lot of pics from this weekend. It was not one of my better weekends, but it seems I survived.

Friday was BUSY. Last daycare tour. Sunny lunch with the architect. Trip to Target to buy a shower curtain so that I could shower in our recently (nearly finished!) bathroom. House cleaning for the rest of the day.

A year ago, that would’ve been reported as “I didn’t really do anything on Friday.” Now, I’m all, “I worked so hard & was exhausted!”

I made it to  my prenatal yoga class Saturday morning, and for the first time, it was really hard! I am just so giant and unwieldy. I was only able to do about half of the poses.

The rest of Saturday was a pretty emotional day. My mother called to let me know that not only have they stopped treatments for my dad’s brain tumors, they will be moving him to hospice care as soon as there is an opening. I did get to talk to my dad for a little bit that afternoon, and told him the baby name we’ve decided on. I was keeping it a surprise, but that doesn’t seem the wisest course of action at this point. We’re planning on flying back to South Dakota as soon as we can after the baby is born. My midwife wants me to wait 2 weeks post-birth, for my health & recovery, but said that I can basically fly as soon as we get out of the hospital, if necessary as long as I don’t have any complications and don’t have a C-section.

After getting off the phone with my dad, the architect & I went for a drive. We just headed out to Sauvie Island and drove around until the sun went down. At one point, after we left a paved road, I really needed to pee. So we saw an outhouse & pulled over. When I got out of the car, I told the architect that he should shut off the car & get out, too. There was a free concert! The birds (geese and some other types) and frogs were really putting on a twilight show for us. It was beautiful!

We got back in the car to continue our drive, and it wouldn’t start. Not even a tiny bit. After trying a few things, we gave up and had to call AAA. I was on the phone with the guy (who was super awesome and helpful) trying to describe where we were. The middle of nowhere on a gravel road on Sauvie Island is not a good descriptor! We were finally getting it narrowed down, when the architect decided to give the car one more try – and it started!

We made it home, although I was pretty nervous. I hope my car starts today! I am working from home, but need to run out to the post office for stamps and package mailing soon, and hope it’s not an actual “run.”

Sunday was a combo lazy/industrious day. I finished all the baby laundry and did some adult laundry, too. (Not that kind of adult laundry, gutter face!) I finalized the hospital bag packing. I finished all my baby shower thank you cards. I made a taco bar for the poker players that came over at 5ish. I laid down a LOT. It doesn’t take much to wear me out anymore, and my midwife told me that if I’m not good and I don’t take it easy, she’s going to put me on bed rest for the rest of my pregnancy.  I’m already chafing and how little I can do. If I had to actually limit it further, I think I’d go (more) insane.

I think that after this week at work, I’ll be mostly ready to let things go there, so Alvie Bean can be born any time after Thursday! I’m trying not to get my hopes up that he will be early, but I am keeping my fingers crossed. I’d like to get back to South Dakota ASAP.

Think happy labor thoughts for me!

Mostly Sunny with a 100% Chance of Showers

For the level of exhaustion I feel today, you’d think I’d had a busy weekend. Yeah – not so much.  It is possible that the fact that I left the house 3 times in 3 days (oooh – I am a party animal!) was the actual reason for the exhaustion! Pregnancy is hard, y’all!

Friday I was actually sick most of the day. I did nothing. I laid on the sofa, drank lots of water, made frequent trips to the bathroom, and tried to convince the cats to wait on me. It was not successful. I also dozed frequently, which was nice.

Saturday was a busy-ish day.

In the morning, the amazing Heather came over to pick up all our electronics we were intending to get rid of. She took everything for either recycling or to give to Think Geek. I bought her a coffee, which was not nearly enough to repay her for this amazing generosity.

After Heather took off, the architect & I headed out to a breastfeeding & newborn care class. We learned a couple valuable things – like how to swaddle & bathe a baby. However, I’m pretty sure we could’ve learned that by watching a free You Tube video. We also learned such valuable lessons as “if the baby is crying, do not shake or hit it to make it be quiet” and “don’t do street drugs while breastfeeding.”

I was a little disappointed in the class and felt that it definitely wasn’t worth what we paid for it.

Saturday evening we installed the carseat and then I relaxed.

Sunday morning, I napped (sensing a theme here?) and then talked to my parents a bit on Skype before getting ready for my baby shower. My friends the Ambitious One & Mr. Pi graciously opened up their home, and the Ambitious One, along with several of my bffs threw us an amazing baby shower.

There was a Dr. Seuss theme, and everything was just fantastic.

From L-R: Jen - 20 weeks; Emily - 30 weeks; me - 36 weeks

 

Just Do It!

In the basement, there was a craft station, and everyone got to decorate a bib or onesie for Alvie Bean – so much better than crazy games that involve melted candy bars!

 

We got a lot of great gifts for Alvie Bean and got to spend some time with our amazing group of friends. I know I’ve said it before, but we are truly blessed to have such a great group of friends in Portland. (Although our other-places friends are, of course, also awesome.)

 

4 weeks ’til Alvie Day!  EEK!

 

 

Three (3!) Things Thursday

1. I’m pretty sure that Alvie Bean is having a major growth spurt, which in turn is causing my belly to have a major growth spurt, which causes discomfort and exhaustion. I’d be angry, but I think it’s futile to be angry at a fetus.

2. I had a mildly crappy swim last night, due to the aforementioned discomfort. BUT – I did get in the water for about 25 minutes, even if the swimming wasn’t great. AND, in the locker room after, a woman said she was really impressed w/ how well I was swimming for a preggo. She then ruined it – she asked when I was due, and when I said the beginning of April, she was shocked & asked if I was having twins. I’m just short-waisted! I am 7.5 months pregnant with only the one baby.

3. I am training a new employee this week, and I think she’ll be great. However, it’s so hard for me! I could do it faster myself! I am a terrible delegator. I know in the long run, it will be better, but for the next few weeks, it’s going to be hard to relinquish control. I told her that this was a limitation of mine and to let me know if I was getting to micro-managey or back seat drivery. I hope she actually does tell me. I don’t want to be obnoxious.

 

Three (3!) Things Thursday – super depressing edition

1. Last night’s swim wasn’t very good. I’m trying to not be too hard on myself. I got dressed (first time since Monday morning!), left the house (again, first time since Monday!), and got in the water. Also, I looked cute in my maternity suit. BUT – after 250 yds, I started to cramp up in my lower abdomen. Ordinarily, I’d just push through it via my patented process of “ignore the pain until it either goes away or completely sidelines you for an entire season.” However, I am trying to be a good girl and NOT push through pain right now (apparently not as recommended in the 3rd trimester of pregnancy, or honestly, in life). So, I stopped for a breather. Eventually I decided that maybe it was dissipating enough that I could give it another go. yeah, not so much. I ended up walking in the last bit of that lap as soon as my feet touched the ground.  I wouldn’t have been so alarmist, except that’s where all the false labor contractions started earlier this week, and I really would like to not do that again for at least 10 more weeks. SO – all that being said, I totally forgot to have the Ambitious One take a picture of me in my cute maternity suit. SORRY!  Pretend, instead, that this is me:

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2. My dad is finally awake again after his surgery on Tuesday. I don’t think he’s very alert yet, but he was extubated this morning & is breathing on his own. I am going to try not to talk about this too much on my blog because (a) my family reads this blog, and I’d like to try to keep this as a place we don’t have to deal with this too much; (b) I write this blog and am trying super hard to be upbeat, positive, and wicked relaxed/Zen, because I hate crying while writing blog posts;  and (c) I am not here trying to garner sympathy or whatever. Shit happens. Currently shit is happening to my family. And that shit has happened in the form of brain tumors. There is good news – the largest tumors were successfully removed via the surgery. And now, there is waiting. Waiting for the biopsy results so a treatment plan can be made. Waiting for my dad to fully wake up from the surgery. Waiting to find out prognosis. Waiting to have this baby – in NOT LESS THAN 10 WEEKS, Alvie, so stop punching me in the cervix…that avenue is closed – so that I can take him to meet his grandfather.

(I was secretly pregnant in this picture. Please admire how I am managing to NOT look like I’m five seconds away from barfing on everyone! I am a champion!)

3. Um – so something happy? Alvie Bean is super active this week, and when he’s not punching me in the cervix, it’s actually kind of fun. The architect has got to feel a lot of kicks in the last couple of days, which is awesome, because previously the fetus would freeze up every time someone even thought about touching my belly. (He has a bit of performance anxiety.) (Funny side story – I got home from the pool last night as said to the architect, “Guess who kept punching me in the cervix while I was trying to swim?” His response, “The Ambitious One?” ha ha ha ha – fortunately, not.  I think I couldn’t be friends with her anymore if that were the case!  :) )

 

This is a dramatic reenactment, as that is not my belly, and as far as I know, those hands do not belong to the architect. (Used under Creative Common License: Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.0 Generic (CC BY-NC-ND 2.0) )

 

So – there you are. I hope I didn’t bum anyone out too much. I am going to try to be my regular glass half-full, sunny side up, cheery person, blue skies, puppies, rainbows & unicorns self soon!

Happy (?) Thursday!