Archive for January, 2012

Its A Blue Sock!

January 16, 2012

We are having a baby boy. YAY! And here he is, looking more like a baby than his previous mugshot, at least to us anyway. Most of the ultra-sound photos today were focused on the baby’s major organs and bone structure, making sure all is progressing well in that department, but the technician did give us this little face profile image. You may need to squint, shut one eye and tilt your head, hop on one leg or pour yourself a large vodka, but eventually you should be able to see the outline of a head, nose and mouth.

The Game Of Still No Wiser

January 14, 2012

Everyone has a theory, little tidbits of insight that supposedly tell me if my our baby is going to be a boy or a girl. For example:

- If my skin is glowy, my hair thick, full and shiny, then I’m having a boy: Well as luck would have it, I look like complete sh*t. My skin is red and blotchy. I have a fresh new spot to bust almost daily and my hair has never looked so dull and lifeless. Conclusion: I’m having a girl and apparently she is making herself a skin of milk and honey and a mane so thick and glossy she’ll be the envy of Kate Middleton’s and Gisele Bundchen’s everywhere, all at my expense.

- Craving meats and cheeses = boy: This is absolutely all I wanted in my first trimester, a diet based largely on the principles of a caveman. Which will make perfect sense if I am in fact having a boy. Manly, meaty, strong and all that good old testosterone based stuff. If however it turns out to be a girl, then I see competitive weight lifting, WWE or mud-wrestling in her future. God help us, we will love her still.

- Carrying low = boy, high = girl. Ok, I have no idea what the definition carrying high or low is, all I know is there is a bump containing a baby in my mid-section.

- If my nose is spreading, I’m having a boy: What??? I mean, WTF??? A spreading nose??? I don’t even know what that is. All I know is I want no part of it.

- Moodier moods than normal = girl: Well go figure. This, am sure, was suggested by a man. As it turns out, I’ve been no moodier than my usual moody self, but I have experienced these moods in the extremes. The Husband will absolutely concur.

- Gassier than normal = boy: Cos I’m a lady, made of sugar and spice and all things nice, this topic is way too embarrassing to talk about. But lets just say there’s a good chance my baby is a boy and leave it at that.

So based on the above pooled together knowledge, we are no wiser in figuring out if our baby is a boy or a girl, but at this point it doesn’t matter, cos Monday we find out for sure and I couldn’t be more excited. I think its a girl and The Husband thinks its a boy, luckily one of us has a good chance of being right. We don’t have a preference either way, its just gonna be cool to know.

This Is What It Feels Like

January 10, 2012

Me: “Your irritated aren’t ya?”

“You want me to go away, don’t ya?”

“You can be honest. I won’t be offended.”

“If you want me to go away, just say so.”

The Husband: (as nice as he can possibly say it, for fear of stepping on a land-mine)

Actually, I really need to get this e-mail out.”

Me: (wounded and completely offended)

Fine”

This is how it usually plays out in our house. The Husband is always at his desk, in the throws of something important and I, having finished with my own work for the evening find myself migrating towards his work space in search of some attention or random conversation. I talk, spilling the details of the day, catching him up on the latest gossip and up dating him on the demise of Kim Kardashian’s marriage. Its a total bonding time for us both, at least in my opinion, until I get the distinct feeling that instead of being heard, I’m actually being thought of as some kind of irritating background noise. Like a smoke alarm that needs a battery change……beep……..beep……beep…….beep…….beep. I trick him into admitting that my idle chit-chat is annoying. I tell him its safe to share, that I completely understand and I won’t be offended or get mad. But he fears a trap, I can tell by his hesitation and I see his brain working hard to find the right words that tell me he cares nothing about anything I’m blabbing on about and wants nothing more than for me to just go away. And he’s right, it is a trap. What he is suppose to say is “sweetheart, your being silly. I heard every word you said. In fact, let me stop what I’m doing and give you my full attention cos you are that important to me. Now, tell me again, who looked fat in what??” But no, as nicely as he can possibly say it, he tells me he’s too busy to girlie bond, to which I’m instantly mad, completely offended and walk away mumbling angrily.

This past weekend however, I got a healthy taste of my own medicine. I was the one tied to my desk, busy and working intently on some important projects and he was the irritating smoke alarm in need of a battery change. He talked and talked. Asking annoying question after annoying question, hijacking my concentration with his thoughts and opinions. It was so frustrating and eventually, I snapped. As soon as it happened I felt bad. I knew that this is how it must feel for him, when he’s trying to not listen to me, and all of a sudden I understood.

Not So Teen Mom

January 8, 2012

I’m addicted to Teen Mom right now. If you haven’t seen it, its trashy reality TV at its ugliest. Basically, it chronicles the lives of 4 teenage girls, who through no fault of their own, cough cough, have found themselves in the family way. Its awesome and completely reflective of where I find myself in my own life right now, pregnant. Me and these girls have so much in common, well, except for the fact that I’m not 16, I graduated college and have a job. I know who my baby-daddy is and I’m actually married to him. My baby-daddy also has a job and a car and as far as I know is planning to stick around after the baby is born, although that remains to be seen. I don’t have to bail him out of jail every other weekend and I certainly do not have to beat the crap out of his ex-girlfriend in the parking lot of Wal-Mart, but other than that, our lives are very much paralleled. Coupled with this very insightful and educational TV show, I’m also acquiring the rest of my baby knowledge from the humorous and grossly detailed book “Belly Laughs” by the hilarious Jenny McCarthy. I have to say, with this arsenal of information I feel like I am now more than equipped to make a complete mess of the most important job in the world, being a mom. Left in my hands, I’m afraid the world has every right to fear for its future.


Jump Back In

January 5, 2012

You know you’ve been absent from your blog way to long when for a split second, you almost forget your own log-in name and password, oopsie. How does one even start to make a blogging come back after such a long hiatus? Honestly, I don’t know. My plan is just to jump right back in and distract people away from my tardiness by posting this adorable photo of Crookie rocking one of his Christmas gifts.

Two of my nephew’s, Paul and James thought this would be the perfect gift to help my doggies celebrate their Irishness and to ease them into the ultimate life change that will take place in our home 5 months from now, when they will in fact become “Big Brothers”. Dexter got one too, but he’s having an excellent hair day and didn’t feel like hiding it under his new sportswear.

But I hope everyone had an excellent Christmas and New Years. The Husband and I hosted his family at our home for the very first time this year and I have to say, I think it went well. I managed to burn nothing, so that right there is absolute grounds for celebration in my book. And it was so nice to have 2 little Santa believers in the house, opening gifts on Christmas morning. For New Years The Husband and I flew to Ireland to spend some time with the Shinkins side of the family. And now we are home trying to get back into the swing of things and prepare for a very busy and challenging 2012. One thing I will be working on improving this New Year is my blogging. It has completely derailed over the past few months and even though there’s been a lot going on, I couldn’t seem to find a second to sit and share. So moving forward my goal is to correct the situation by once again, putting our life’s shenanigans back on blast. I wish myself luck and raise a virtual glass (since I can’t drink an actual glass of anything fun these days) to my endeavor.