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Throughout my pregnancy, I have been receiving weekly email updates from a couple of different websites. These websites exist to keep parents-to-be in the "know" about what is currently going on with the pregnancy. How the baby is developing, what to expect at the doctor's appointments, etc. They also like to try and give you an idea of what your baby looks like. Each week and/or month, my growing child has been compared to some sort of food, usually something from the produce department. At first, this didn't seem strange to me. It was helpful and was a good visual for me. As I wandered through the grocery store, I would see a lemon and think to myself, "Ah, the baby is that big right now." However, this week, when reading my weekly email, I was a little disturbed by the contents. Apparently at this point in the pregnancy (a little over 27 weeks) my baby girl, who is approximately 15 inches long and weighs a little over 2 pounds, is the same weight as a large head of cauliflower. Cauliflower? Really? That's the food we decided to go with? I absolutely despise cauliflower. How it looks, how it smells, how it tastes, everything about it I can't stand! And this is what my sweet baby girl is being compared to? 
I am not okay with this! Today, when I am at the grocery story, I will find something else that weighs approximately 2 or 2 1/2 pounds and that is what I will compare my baby girl to. She will not be a head of cauliflower!!
I forgot to mention in my last post that today is an important day for my parents. Today they celebrate 39 years of marriage! What an amazing thing to be able to say in today's world. In a society where a marriage that lasts 5 years is highly celebrated, I think that 39 years is definitely something to be proud of. Do they have the perfect marriage? No. I don't think any marriage is truly perfect. Has it always been sunshine and daisies? No. There have been plenty of rocky places. But my mom and dad are truly committed to each other. In their 39 years of marriage, they have raised 3 daughters, paid for 3 weddings, welcomed 2 grandchildren to the family (with their 3rd coming in October), traveled back and forth across the country too many times to count (they're actually doing this right now), supported each other through the deaths of their own parents and grandparents, supported my sisters and I through many hard and challenging times, and many other things.I can only hope that 34 years from now, Jeremy and I will be celebrating our own 39 years of marriage. Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad!
Yep, turns out it's true. A happy morning and a good start to your day can be found in a plastic cup. As long as that plastic cup contains a Mint Mocha Chip Frappucino from Starbucks. Now, part of that happiness involves not paying attention to how bad the drink is for you. You have to be willing to drink it in complete denial. That part is very important or else the whole happiness buzz could be ruined. Of course if you're with child, it's important that you order this wonderful "cup o' happiness" in the decaf variety, or else the unborn child will start practicing their Olympic gymnastic routine a little too early. Some of you are thinking, "If you have to drink decaf, why even bother?" It's simple, because decaf or not, your body will thank you for indulging in this wonderful bit of happiness.So, as I finish my morning "Cup O' Happiness," I wish you a wonderfully happy day as well. May you all find your own morning "Cup O' Happiness."
Happy Independence Day! July 4th is definitely a favorite holiday of mine. I've loved it since I was a little girl. It's always a good day of fun, food, family, and fireworks.
I love that it's usually not super hot, but just about right. I love that as Americans, we haven't completely commercialized it yet. We haven't really changed the meaning of the holiday by encouraging giving gifts or making special candy just for this holiday. For the most part, we've kept it about America. A day to celebrate the amazing freedom we have in our country. This is the day to celebrate that I can worship whatever God I choose and you can worship whatever God you choose. As a woman, I can celebrate the freedom to vote, to work, to have the same rights as men.
So, have a wonderful 4th of July. As you decide to BBQ or play baseball or watch fireworks, remember that because of the events of this day, many years ago, you have the freedom to do those things.
And, a Happy Birthday to my nephew, who 11 years ago today, came into our family. He's definitely our family firecracker! :)
A few weeks ago, Jeremy and I decided to change cable companies. We had a plethora of reasons for changing, but mainly to save money. With our change in companies, we are now getting many more channels and spending less money. To me, that is a win-win situation. However, with the addition of new channels, comes the addition of a new addiction. I have discovered the fun that is Jon & Kate Plus 8. If you have never watched this show, you should. It is so refreshing and enjoyable to watch because this couple, along with their 8 children (a set of twins and a set of sextuplets, all under the age of 8), are so real. The parents get frustrated with each other and aren't afraid to show it. The kids aren't perfect and discipline is key to teaching these children right from wrong. You can also tell from the very beginning that these parents love their children and desire nothing more than to give them a good life.
While I sing the praises of this show, the problem is that it has sucked me in! I'm addicted! I believe they are on season 4, so I've been busy trying to catch all of the reruns of past episodes. I think it's safe to say that Jeremy thinks I have a problem. I do feel guilty sometimes, sitting there just watching TV. But then, I remind myself that I am on summer vacation. I have worked hard all during the school year, many times 12-14 hours a day. Even now, during my "vacation," I am taking a grad class for 6 hours a week, tutoring 6 students, and working in my school's office every morning, M-F. So I think it's okay if I want to sit and watch a little mindless television. :)
I knew this day was coming. A month ago, at my last appointment, I had been sent home with a special drink. A drink I was to consume 45 minutes before today's appointment. I had heard horror stories about this drink, but was determined that I would be different. That this drink would not get the best of me. That surely, I would be the one to taste it and say, "Yum, that wasn't bad at all."
Yeah, not so much. It wouldn't be so bad if you could drink it on a full stomach. But combining the drink with a fast? That's just some sort of torture that should be kept for hard core felons, not women who are pregnant. It was one of the worst tasting drinks I've ever had. It was like a combination of that orange drink you get at McDonald's and about 8 extra cups of sugar.
Then, to top it off, you get to be poked by a needle and have blood taken from your body. Because you haven't done enough yet. I can only hope, that when they call tomorrow with the results, they will tell me I'm done. That the test for gestational diabetes came back fine and I'm good to go, because truthfully? I don't think I could down that stuff again. Let's all just keep our fingers crossed, k?
