Finally picked and ate the first cherry tomato today, and it was fabulous. So yummy. I love having food growing in my own backyard (so to speak).
And I started reading Twilight. So far, it's interesting enough, but I'm not seeing what all the fuss is about. But I'm only about halfway through the first book.
More on that story as it develops.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Exception to the rule?
Since I'm officially out of my first trimester (so weird!), my book says that morning sickness (misnomer) and fatigue and all that stuff are supposed to improve now. For most women. Grr. Pregnancy is such a mysterious thing in that practically anything and everything can happen to you, and it's just "a weird pregnancy thing." And it's never predictable or the same for any two women. My mom's fingernails have never grown much without splitting after she had me. ??(Every time she was giving herself a manicure, I got a good-natured thanks-a-lot-for-ruining-my-nails-forever lecture. :))
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Movie Review:
I wonder, is there anything that I must soon say good-bye to forever, like my shoe size or, I don't know, the amount of earwax I produce? (Gross. Sorry.)
Oh, and the point of the first sentence: no, mine got worse. On Friday I showered and got ready for work, and was getting ready to go downstairs when I suddenly felt so awful. Overly warm, weak, nauseous. I laid down for a minute, then thought, maybe if I eat something. So I actually made myself a decent little breakfast instead of eating a bowl of Cheerios in the car like usual. I couldn't even finish it, and I felt even worse. ?! I nearly called in sick! I asked a co-worker to cover the front for a bit so I could sit at my desk and recover, and after awhile I felt better. Then I started to get hungry. Food doesn't seem to last as long for me anymore; I feel like I'm hungry practically all the time.
So I finally get to go to lunch, I eat, and I feel worse again! Maybe it was nerves, or stress. But my stomach has been much more sensitive the last week or so.
Another quirk: Sometimes I feel like I look humongous, others I'm practically trying to push my little belly out so people won't think I'm a pathological liar. So, do I want to show, or do I cherish these times when I can still wear most of what I own (just with a rubber band hooking the button and hole together)? It's a toss-up.
Great news: Jason is done with his semester and has a seven-week break!! So my days don't change much, but now we can hang out all we want in the evenings and on weekends without homework and tests hanging over both our heads (making me feel guilty for any time I DO spend with him). We shopped in Idaho Falls yesterday with all the time we wanted, and then last night we hit a movie, which we literally almost never do.
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Movie Review: Get Smart
with Steve Carrell & Anne Hathaway
I wouldn't recommend it. It had some funny parts, and some of you don't share the same taste as I do so you know you can disregard my opinions, but all the sexual innuendos, even blatant movements, and swearing totally ruined it for me. There's just no reason for all that. I honestly wish we had left early and gotten our money back. Oh, and I knew who the bad guy would be as soon as I saw him. Since I'm usually not that sharp, that should tell you something.
It did give me a new life goal to shoot for, however: to find and own close replicas of both trench coats Anne Hathaway wore in the movie, one pictured here. (Replicas because I have no desire to pay as much as she or the costume designer or whoever probably did.)
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Anyway, it's going to be nice to be able to just hang out together after work, and nice that Jason can work full-time during the break and earn extra money that we can save for after the baby comes and I quit work.
Well, I need to get going and make some Mexican 8-Layer Bean Dip as our contribution to dinner tonight. Hopefully it will turn out okay even though you're supposed to chill it for four hours before serving and dinner is in an hour and a half. Psh. :)
Happy thoughts before I go:
1) I get to work 8-5 tomorrow instead of 9-6.
2) I only have to close once this week.
3) Other co-worker will actually be working all week, and he's been there awhile and is really nice, so I feel much more comfortable when he's there.
4) New girl is starting, so even though they probably already like her better (because she's even more prego than I am but has no desire to be a stay-at-home mom so will be coming back to work after baby--I, of course, am polar opposite), I will no longer be the lowest occupant of the Valley Medical Shoppe totem pole.
5) New girl is starting, so I will get to explain things for once instead of getting explained to, and might actually feel sort of smart at work!!
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Nearly 13 weeks
You really do get absent-minded and clumsy and stuff when you're pregnant. It's embarassing. I mean, I tend to say dumb things and not use common sense if I'm nervous (like I am at work around a lot of people) anyway, and this just amplifies it. At least I have an excuse.
I've been reading my old roommate Adrienne's baby blog, and it's almost creepy how much we think alike. I love reading it because she's about twice as far along as I am, so I can go back and read an entry from where I am now and feel understood about the little idiosyncracies of pregnancy. Like being really happy that I'll have a good excuse to quit my job. I might quit early anyway, since it's starting to stress me to the point of physical pain and my baby is a little more important to me than the place I work for. And it's not like I just need help learning the work, it's the people and the atmosphere. Not easily changed.
I also love how she is likewise irked at people assuming she's going to hand her tiny baby off to daycare the second she's recovered and zip right back to work, like it's her favorite place to be, like it's a dream job or a career. I've had so many coworkers ask me, "So, what about after the baby's born?" Me: "What about it?" Them: "Are you going to come back to work?" Here's where I have difficulty restraining myself from laughing in their face and saying, "Are you kidding?!"
Just because it's mainly women who work there (even though Rexburg is like 95% Mormon and Mormon women are encouraged to give up whatever they need to to stay home with their children) does not mean I'm joining that whole "Gee, I wish I could stay home with my kids, but that would mean trading in my SUV and not vacationing in Hawaii this year" mentality. Maybe some of them really have no choice, and I know it won't be easy to live on one salary--maybe not even always possible--but I figure since I'm the only mother my child has, maybe I ought to raise it myself instead of handing it off to a stranger so I can spend the day pretending to think store policies and federal regulations and insurance fee schedules and forms are actually important. Again, I know some women have no choice about that, but I feel like so many of the women in this town (probably in the whole church) are just fooling themselves, saying, "Well, the prophets say if you can, and I just can't. [Insert previous SUV/Hawaii statement here.]" It seems like it's just expected of women to work around here. It was like that at Rexburg Floral too. And I have never in my life had the desire to work forever; I hate it, and I only do it out of necessity. So I feel like I'm seen as lazy. Yet I would love to have the time, motivation, and energy to keep my house clean, take better care of my garden, join every church and Relief Society group, help in every service project--meaningful work! So what's the deal?
Maybe I should rename this blog "Kristina's Rants." Being realistic, it's all I seem to write lately.
I'm sorry. When work comes up, I tend to end up in a rant, one way or another. I really try, honestly, but I HATE it. And I have to spend most of my time at that awful, spirit-crushing place. The only light at the end of that long tunnel is that I don't have to work until we move, just until the baby's born. But it's a dim light, since I wake up dreading work every day, and I still have at least five and a half months before my due date. Every Friday at six, I'm 50-50: 50% ecstatic to be getting the heck out of there for two days, and 50% already dreading Monday morning.
Anyone know of an easy way to get ahold of ten grand without going into debt?
Anyway. Heard the heartbeat on Thursday. I was getting nervous because it took her a minute to find it, but she did, in a corner by my hip. So crazy. Still can't comprehend it.
Here's a happy thought. Going to church today helped, looking at all the babies and how happy (if tired) their moms looked, and knowing that it will stink until then, but one day I really will be done with the shop for good, it will be just an unpleasant memory, and I can enjoy being a mommy. Hopefully I won't even be able to remember how awful it was, like when period cramps are over and you wonder if they really could be so bad. (And next month you remember, oh yeah, they totally are. Hopefully that won't happen in this situation...)
One more thing: I actually did something yesterday! I floated down the Snake River on a tube with some friends. Got a little more color in my skin, despite the sunscreen. Totally exhausted me though (even through today), so on that note, I'm going to bed.
I've been reading my old roommate Adrienne's baby blog, and it's almost creepy how much we think alike. I love reading it because she's about twice as far along as I am, so I can go back and read an entry from where I am now and feel understood about the little idiosyncracies of pregnancy. Like being really happy that I'll have a good excuse to quit my job. I might quit early anyway, since it's starting to stress me to the point of physical pain and my baby is a little more important to me than the place I work for. And it's not like I just need help learning the work, it's the people and the atmosphere. Not easily changed.
I also love how she is likewise irked at people assuming she's going to hand her tiny baby off to daycare the second she's recovered and zip right back to work, like it's her favorite place to be, like it's a dream job or a career. I've had so many coworkers ask me, "So, what about after the baby's born?" Me: "What about it?" Them: "Are you going to come back to work?" Here's where I have difficulty restraining myself from laughing in their face and saying, "Are you kidding?!"
Just because it's mainly women who work there (even though Rexburg is like 95% Mormon and Mormon women are encouraged to give up whatever they need to to stay home with their children) does not mean I'm joining that whole "Gee, I wish I could stay home with my kids, but that would mean trading in my SUV and not vacationing in Hawaii this year" mentality. Maybe some of them really have no choice, and I know it won't be easy to live on one salary--maybe not even always possible--but I figure since I'm the only mother my child has, maybe I ought to raise it myself instead of handing it off to a stranger so I can spend the day pretending to think store policies and federal regulations and insurance fee schedules and forms are actually important. Again, I know some women have no choice about that, but I feel like so many of the women in this town (probably in the whole church) are just fooling themselves, saying, "Well, the prophets say if you can, and I just can't. [Insert previous SUV/Hawaii statement here.]" It seems like it's just expected of women to work around here. It was like that at Rexburg Floral too. And I have never in my life had the desire to work forever; I hate it, and I only do it out of necessity. So I feel like I'm seen as lazy. Yet I would love to have the time, motivation, and energy to keep my house clean, take better care of my garden, join every church and Relief Society group, help in every service project--meaningful work! So what's the deal?
Maybe I should rename this blog "Kristina's Rants." Being realistic, it's all I seem to write lately.
I'm sorry. When work comes up, I tend to end up in a rant, one way or another. I really try, honestly, but I HATE it. And I have to spend most of my time at that awful, spirit-crushing place. The only light at the end of that long tunnel is that I don't have to work until we move, just until the baby's born. But it's a dim light, since I wake up dreading work every day, and I still have at least five and a half months before my due date. Every Friday at six, I'm 50-50: 50% ecstatic to be getting the heck out of there for two days, and 50% already dreading Monday morning.
Anyone know of an easy way to get ahold of ten grand without going into debt?
Anyway. Heard the heartbeat on Thursday. I was getting nervous because it took her a minute to find it, but she did, in a corner by my hip. So crazy. Still can't comprehend it.
Here's a happy thought. Going to church today helped, looking at all the babies and how happy (if tired) their moms looked, and knowing that it will stink until then, but one day I really will be done with the shop for good, it will be just an unpleasant memory, and I can enjoy being a mommy. Hopefully I won't even be able to remember how awful it was, like when period cramps are over and you wonder if they really could be so bad. (And next month you remember, oh yeah, they totally are. Hopefully that won't happen in this situation...)
One more thing: I actually did something yesterday! I floated down the Snake River on a tube with some friends. Got a little more color in my skin, despite the sunscreen. Totally exhausted me though (even through today), so on that note, I'm going to bed.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Really and Truly
Yup, I'm pregnant!
WHEW!
I have been holding that in for two months, waiting to make it known until I could tell my extended family and closest friends in person over the Fourth of July weekend.
Can I just say that telling Elizabeth and Christy and Sam went better than I even hoped for? I had so much fun FINALLY telling everyone! I saw Elizabeth (my cousin) at her work for lunch, and she's pregnant too, so once I found out, I had to stop myself from relating to her on nausea and whatnot until I could come home and tell people. It's so crazy that we're five months apart in age, and our babies will be only a month and a half or so apart! Elizabeth was so cute, she squealed and hugged me and squealed some more, and then we compared symptoms, of course. :)
Later that day, Christy and I were at Sam's new house and she had given us a tour, and then I was looking for an opportunity to slip it in. I had a dumb line all ready, because I can't stand being predictable. Then Sam out of nowhere while she's getting us drinks says, "So, which of you is getting pregnant first?" ! I figured it couldn't get any better than that, so I just said, "Oh, that would be me." They looked at me. I smiled expectantly. Jaws dropped. Then the screaming and jumping up and down and laughing and hugging began!
Meanwhile, little 18-month-old (approx.) Gage is looking up at us with his sippy cup in his mouth, looking back and forth at the crazy screaming women, decides we're scary and starts to bawl! Lol! Then Sam claps her hands and says "Yaaaaaay!" to make him feel better, Christy joins in, and he is not appeased and keeps on crying! So cute! I feel bad that we scared him, but it was funny.
So, yes! I am pregnant. I have my second doctor's appointment tomorrow. I'm 12 weeks today, so I'm officially out of my first trimester. Weird. Why do things always seem like they went by fast, just because they're over? During them, they do seem slow. I'm due January 20th, and we think it's a girl. Hopefully it is, because thanks to my parents, we're way ahead on the clothes for a girl. There are a few boy things thrown in too, though. Jason didn't want our possible son to go nakers.
Well, I guess that's all for now. Hey, and now that it's not a secret anymore, I can complain about my fatness and fatigue and all that fun stuff on here! :) JK, I really haven't had that difficult of a time. I have to make like a million trips to the bathroom a day, and I get pretty tired (speaking of which, I need to get the heck to bed...), but it hasn't been bad. I haven't thrown up once, and nausea has only been bad a few times. And we get more and more excited at the thought of having a little baby that will be half Jason, half Kristina. Really, what more could you ask for? Of course it will be difficult, most likely the hardest thing we've ever done, but it will be beautiful.
Words aren't adequate. I'm sure that's obvious. In summary, we're looking forward so very much to having a new Noall with us soon!
P.S. If you vote on my little poll, could you leave a comment or something so I know who voted what? It bugs me to no end not knowing who is voting and what their vote was. (It could be people I've never met who live in Norway saying, "yah, I tink eets a gurl!")
WHEW!
I have been holding that in for two months, waiting to make it known until I could tell my extended family and closest friends in person over the Fourth of July weekend.
Can I just say that telling Elizabeth and Christy and Sam went better than I even hoped for? I had so much fun FINALLY telling everyone! I saw Elizabeth (my cousin) at her work for lunch, and she's pregnant too, so once I found out, I had to stop myself from relating to her on nausea and whatnot until I could come home and tell people. It's so crazy that we're five months apart in age, and our babies will be only a month and a half or so apart! Elizabeth was so cute, she squealed and hugged me and squealed some more, and then we compared symptoms, of course. :)
Later that day, Christy and I were at Sam's new house and she had given us a tour, and then I was looking for an opportunity to slip it in. I had a dumb line all ready, because I can't stand being predictable. Then Sam out of nowhere while she's getting us drinks says, "So, which of you is getting pregnant first?" ! I figured it couldn't get any better than that, so I just said, "Oh, that would be me." They looked at me. I smiled expectantly. Jaws dropped. Then the screaming and jumping up and down and laughing and hugging began!
Meanwhile, little 18-month-old (approx.) Gage is looking up at us with his sippy cup in his mouth, looking back and forth at the crazy screaming women, decides we're scary and starts to bawl! Lol! Then Sam claps her hands and says "Yaaaaaay!" to make him feel better, Christy joins in, and he is not appeased and keeps on crying! So cute! I feel bad that we scared him, but it was funny.
So, yes! I am pregnant. I have my second doctor's appointment tomorrow. I'm 12 weeks today, so I'm officially out of my first trimester. Weird. Why do things always seem like they went by fast, just because they're over? During them, they do seem slow. I'm due January 20th, and we think it's a girl. Hopefully it is, because thanks to my parents, we're way ahead on the clothes for a girl. There are a few boy things thrown in too, though. Jason didn't want our possible son to go nakers.
Well, I guess that's all for now. Hey, and now that it's not a secret anymore, I can complain about my fatness and fatigue and all that fun stuff on here! :) JK, I really haven't had that difficult of a time. I have to make like a million trips to the bathroom a day, and I get pretty tired (speaking of which, I need to get the heck to bed...), but it hasn't been bad. I haven't thrown up once, and nausea has only been bad a few times. And we get more and more excited at the thought of having a little baby that will be half Jason, half Kristina. Really, what more could you ask for? Of course it will be difficult, most likely the hardest thing we've ever done, but it will be beautiful.
Words aren't adequate. I'm sure that's obvious. In summary, we're looking forward so very much to having a new Noall with us soon!
P.S. If you vote on my little poll, could you leave a comment or something so I know who voted what? It bugs me to no end not knowing who is voting and what their vote was. (It could be people I've never met who live in Norway saying, "yah, I tink eets a gurl!")
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