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1 September 2010, 5:26 pm

Today was a busy busy day for us. A took off work to spend the day with us and get some things that we’ve been meaning to do done. We dropped my car off for service, and to finally get something fixed that they promised us when we bought it (3 months ago… or more). We picked up some things at Target, got my prenatal blood work done… you know, the blood work you are supposed to have done right after your first appointment? Yeah…. that one. Thing is, I pass out when I get a shot. I didn’t pass out during my blood work with M, but I wrote that off as a fluke. If you’ve never passed out in a Doctor’s office before let me tell you something. For as smart as doctors are…. all hell breaks loose if you lose consciousness. They start pumping you full of apple juice or orange juice, make you lay there still for 20 minutes plus, and absolutely will not let you drive yourself home. Since I’ve experienced this quite a few times, I’ve learned to just bring someone with me if I know there will be a needle involved. So I’ve been waiting to do my blood work until A could come with me… so that when I passed out, I’d have someone there who could say “it’s OK, she does this all the time” and then could calmly escort me out and take me home after I regained consciousness. And of course – because I was so well prepared and ready for the inevitable, I stayed awake. I talked to the lady the entire time about her 10 month old daughter. Who is cute, but apparently enormous. She asked what amounts of food we give M because she’s worried her kid will show up on Maury. I told her we really don’t pay that close attention – that we give him as much as he wants to eat whenever he is acting hungry. Because honestly? That’s what we do. I also assured her that her little tubby will slim down once she starts walking.

But that isn’t the exciting part of the day. We also went and got a sonogram. We’d been going back and forth on if we should do it or not, and finally ended up going for it. Let’s back up a little.

This may cross the line of too much information. But hey, it’s the internet. That’s what you get on the internet. From the day I got pregnant (not the day I found out – the day I GOT PREGNANT) I’ve been saying this one is a girl. Yes, I knew the day of. Yes, I kept it a secret from most people. Yes, I acted surprised when the test was positive… but I knew. And I’m pretty sure this one is a girl. Anyway, TNB was conceived a month before “planned”. The only reason we had planned on trying the following month is because of this. The Chinese Gender Predictor. You see we want a girl. (Obviously we will be happy with a healthy baby… we’d just prefer a healthy girl this time) When I was pregnant with M, we spent hours on this site. We plugged in age and conception month for 15 different babies…. it was right 14 times. And the 15th??? They “weren’t sure” which month they conceived. So A is convinced the chart is 100% accurate, and therefore TNB was “planned” around a girl month. But like I said…. TNB came early. A boy month. So A is fairly certain it’s another boy.

Or at least he was…. until we walked into a Chinese restaurant Monday night. We were sitting, enjoying our dinner, when the waitress comes up. Now – let me say… for all my complaining about my belly the other day… it’s not THAT big. If you didn’t know me, it’s still in that awkward “pregnant or fat?” stage. But this waitress right away says “oooooh second one on the way?” We smiled and told her yes… and without missing a beat she says “it’s a girl.” and walks away. So now we don’t know who to trust… the Chinese calendar, or a GENUINE Chinese woman who said it’s a girl without hesitation. Without a pause. She knew I was pregnant… and she knows it’s a girl.

Anyway… back to my original story. We had been going back and forth on if we should pay to get a sonogram that would just be gender determination 4 weeks before the “free” (covered by insurance) 20 week sonogram. On Monday after dinner I decided I’d let fate decide… I’d call on Tuesday (for a Wednesday appointment) and if they had space we’d do it, and if they didn’t we’d wait. I called. They didn’t answer. I didn’t leave a message. When A got home last night I told him what I had done (oh – I didn’t mention… I didn’t tell A I was going to do that). His response was… “well call back!” so I did. And they had an appointment. And we went. And?

IT’S A GIRL!

Momma DOES know best! So I’m betting you’re wondering why this post is all blue? It’s because some family and friends knew we were going to do this… and I wanted to make sure they read the entire post instead of just glancing at the color and making assumptions. Because I’m funny like that. I crack myself up sometimes. Side note: that’s also why I rambled a lot in this post about stuff nobody cares about. Because in my own self-centered, I am all-important way… I think that’s funny too that all my friends and family read all that info just to find the one big announcement they were looking for.

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It’s almost time!

30 August 2010, 8:32 pm

September is right around the corner (literally) which means it’s almost time for Halloween right????  I love Halloween.  Seriously.  To say I’m obsessed is, well, an understatement.  Remember last year when I had M in 18 different Halloween outfits??? This year isn’t looking much better since I’ve already bought him a shirt… and saw a super adorable sweatshirt that he needs too.  Anyway, I have to say I absolutely adore Halloween.  Which is why I was SO excited when I got the chance to review one of Costume Super Center’s costumes!

I browsed their list of infant Halloween costumes over and over and over again.  I just couldn’t make a decision.  This is M’s second Halloween, but I think this one is more important since he can walk now!  Finally, I ended up putting together a list of 5 costumes and sending the list to A, telling him that he had to make the final decision.  It was just far too much pressure for me (but notice I didn’t give him free reign of the website so he couldn’t screw up too bad ;) )  Eventually he picked out a costume.  And we ordered it.  And it came.  And I squeeed.  Because LOOK AT HOW CUTE M looks!!!!!!!!

We settled on the Puny Pirate Infant Costume.  M hates hats – but actually kept this one on for about 4 minutes… which is a new record.  Overall, I’m super happy with the costume.  I don’t mind that the booties are too small – I probably wouldn’t use them anyway because M needs to be in real shoes now that he’s all over the place all the time. We ordered a size 18 months which is the clothing size M is transitioning into right now… and as you can see, this fits almost perfectly.  As with most of his 18 month clothes, it’s a little big – but by the time Halloween rolls around, it’ll fit him perfectly.  The costume is great quality, and is nice and soft.  We’ll probably put a long sleeve onesie on M underneath it if the weather is cold, but there isn’t a NEED to do that if you are going to stay inside or live somewhere warm.

Because of how much we liked M’s costume, I’ll probably get my costume from Costume Super Center too!!  I’m just having a hard time deciding between this one, and the maternity one.  I think I’ll wait a few more weeks to see how big I’m getting.  Right now, I think the maternity one would hang funny since my belly really isn’t that big… but by the time Halloween is here the other one might be way too tight!!!  Opinions welcome!!

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The 3 B’s

30 August 2010, 12:20 pm

When I was in high school – maybe even middle school – my Mom started to always make me do a “3 B check” before leaving the house.  I had to show her that the 3 B’s were covered… boobs, belly, butt – and lest you all think I was some total skank, 99% of the time they were covered… and stayed covered the entire time (although as every high school girl does, I may or may not have changed my outfit after leaving the house for a dance or two).

Anyway, the 3 B’s just keep coming back to haunt me.  Right now… all 3 are growing.  My belly is growing much faster than it did with M… which I totally expected.  I’ll post pictures when A gets home, but I personally think I look about the same now (at 16 weeks) as I did around 18 or 20 weeks with M.  I have no problem with it. Everyone says you get bigger faster with the second, and it doesn’t surprise me at all.  After all, M already did all the dirty work of destroying my abs and stretching my skin… all this baby has to do is fill in the empty space!

What I didn’t expect this time around were for my boobs and butt to grow.  They both increased in square footage (to put it delicately) when I was pregnant with M.  But now???? My boobs are growing at an absolutely astounding rate.  To the point where my own father (!!!!!) said to me the other day “my you’re looking chesty.”  I would have been mortified, but he’s right.  At first I was worried.  If the twins continue to grow at the rate they’ve been going recently, I won’t be able to stand by the end of my second trimester, I’ll just be far too top-heavy.  But then I realized…. my butt seems to be on the same growth chart.  As in – I had to go out and buy new underwear because everything I own was too small.  As in – my pants don’t fit… not because of my belly, but because of my GIANT ass I’m trying to cram in there.  So I suppose that will keep me grounded and level despite the growth up front.

So tell me Mom’s of two…. is this normal?  The butt growth?  The boob expansion??  Will my 3 B’s ever return to any resemblance of what they were between my kids… or better yet, BEFORE my kids???  Don’t get me wrong, it’s worth it – but it would be nice to come out on the other end of 2 under 2 with some part of my body still resembling me…. right?

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A stranger speaks

25 August 2010, 11:09 pm

I’m going to keep this brief since it’s 11pm and I’m sure M will be up early tomorrow.  But I couldn’t let the night end without sharing this.

Long story short – one of my friends is getting a clearance.  I have an investigator coming to talk to me tomorrow about her.  Not a big deal, and something that in my field is pretty common… this is the 4th or 5th time I’ve talked to an investigator for a clearance matter.  Anyway, today – the investigator called to set up the appointment he was asking about where I was employed and what would be a good time.  He said something along the lines of “your friend says you still work, but not in the office, and not very often??” So I explained my situation, which for those of you that don’t know is this: I was going to quit my job and be a SAHM full time.  But when I gave my notice, they offered me something I couldn’t refuse – the opportunity to work a few hours a week from home.  So that’s what I do.  And as I explained it to him he says “Oh, so you work full time and then some, that must be tough.”  I was stunned.  A stranger – a MALE – put exactly what I’ve been feeling into words.  The perfect words to describe my “job”.  I have a full time job that starts somewhere between 7 and 9 each morning, and ends sometime between 8 and 10 at night… and when that job’s over???? Then I work for 2 hours.  It’s not easy.  It’s exhausting… and it absolutely astounded me that this man not only understood, but put it so eloquently without being prompted at all.

I don’t think anyone (including myself) that hasn’t done it understands how hard being a SAHM is.  Sure, you get to stay at the house.  You don’t have to get up and get yourself presentable to get to work on time.  BUT – did you know I rarely get the chance to make myself presentable?  Did you know I can’t tell you the last time I went to the bathroom without M in the room?  I used to say that I couldn’t have a successful day that didn’t start with a shower.  Now?  IF I shower before A gets home I consider it a success.  I used to think SAHMs had it easy.  That it would be relaxing.  Now?  I realize that going to a job outside of the home is FAR more relaxing.  That may sound strange to those of you who aren’t SAHMs.  But here’s the thing… when you go to work, don’t you ever just take a minute and zone out?  Take a sip of your coffee and just focus on your coffee?  Aren’t there hours, even days, where your body is there but your mind isn’t?  You go through the motions, but you aren’t 100% invested in what you’re doing at that particular moment?  As a Mom – you don’t get to have those times.  You not only have to be there, you have to be an active participant in the day THE ENTIRE TIME.  I may get an hour break during nap-time, sure, but did you notice that my “work-day” is usually at least 13… usually more… hours long?  And keep in mind, I don’t get weekends off!!

Don’t get me wrong. I love being a SAHM.  I love that even though I’m home with M I still have responsibilities at work – I still have to use my brain, my degree, my intelligence.  I feel like I have the perfect situation right now – the best of both Worlds.   So although this post may seem like I’m complaining, I wouldn’t change anything.  I love my new jobs.  I love the tiredness that comes from them.  I love the bond M and I are forming.  I love being home, I just never in a million years expected that it would be this hard.

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San Diego

24 August 2010, 10:24 pm

It’s been awhile.  Sorry!  We were far too busy having a blast in San Diego for me to blog!  I have to say – if there were a way to convince our entire family to move to California, we’d be packing today.  A and I loved San Diego.  Of course, it’s hard not to fall in love when every day is gorgeous… 77, dry, sunny – just absolutely perfect.  We went out there for a wedding, and it just so happened we were staying just a few blocks from where BlogHer11 will be happening!!  Those of you that aren’t bloggers are probably totally confused about what I’m talking about… so those of you that KNOW what BlogHer is, just skip this next paragraph :)

BlogHer is a giant blogging conference held each year.  This year it was in New York, and I can’t even begin to tell you how jealous I am of all my Mommy-blogger friends that went.  There are talks on how to build your blog, photography… basically anything under the sun.  But the real joy is in the networking.  Bloggers from all over go to BlogHer… and so do companies.  They hand out “swag” just in the hopes that you’ll blog about one of their products.  The highlights this year were Vera Bradley bags, a pair of designer jeans, and quite the assortment of other, lower ticket items.  The people that went to BlogHer packed extra (empty) duffel bags to bring their swag home… and still ended up shipping boxes back home because there was JUST SO MUCH STUFF.  And then there’s the parties.  Oh how jealous I was of the tweets and blog posts talking about the parties.  It looked like such a fabulous time.  Next year, the conference is in San Diego… and I have made it my mission to be there.

Being just blocks from the convention center turned out to be an added bonus.  To my BlogHer roomies (you know who you are), we MUST go to this little place for breakfast on Friday (it has to be Friday because it was packed when we went on the weekend), and there’s an adorable… FABULOUS… cupcake store that we will also need to visit.  I may or may not have scarfed down 2.5 of their cupcakes in the 3 days we were there.

Anyway, enough about BlogHer and how much I love San Diego.  Let’s talk about what M thought of San Diego.  First off, our hotel was just a block and a half from Petco Park, the baseball stadium in San Diego.  Petco Park has a nice little “tot lot” that we visited every day.  M loved it.  He also adored the dogs that would walk by.  It’s funny, I know he loves our Liberty dog, but it was almost embarrassing how he’d chase after dog walkers just to give the dog a little pet before throwing a temper tantrum when the dog continued to walk away.  Anyway, I have about 199 pictures of M at the park because we went there every day… but here are a few of my favorites!

Our friends R and C also joined us (did I mention we were actually here for a wedding?) and their daughter K (not actually her first initial, but two M’s will get confusing ;) ) had some fun at the park with us too!!

Kids weren’t invited to the wedding, so C and I took M and K to the zoo!  It was fabulous, although I’m fairly certain we walked about 10 miles.  The highlight of the zoo (in M’s eyes) was the petting zoo.  He absolutely adored the goats.  The temper tantrum that happened when I finally decided it was time to leave the petting zoo was the best I’ve ever seen.  I felt like Britney Spears at her low point when I carried my screaming child out of the zoo under my arm like a sack of potatoes.  Literally – I had to wrap my arm around his chest, tuck him under my arm and just beeline for the exit, with M flying like superman and screeching like a pterodactyl as we went.  It was a tantrum to end all tantrums.  He was limp, there was screaming, there was flailing limbs, there was smacking of the Mommy, and there was more screaming.  All because SOMEONE loved the goats.  Here’s a few pictures of the goats… unfortunately these are the only pictures I have of the zoo – the rest of the time we were too busy looking at the animals to take any pictures :)

M loved all the goats, but he kept going back to this one.  I think they had a special bond.  Or maybe M just liked that none of the other kids knew he was there.  Anyway, he was hands down M’s favorite of all the goats.

Overall – a great trip.  I came home from the zoo with a pretty nasty sunburn on my back (forgot sunscreen there), and M came home brown as a bear and happy as a clam.  It was tons of fun.  I had my very first “celebrity sighting” while we were at the zoo, and it totally didn’t even occur to me to get a picture.  About 10 minutes after the fact I thought gee, would’ve been really cute to get a picture of M with them.  So who was it??? Ali, the bachelorette… and her fiance?  Boyfriend??  I didn’t watch this season so I have no idea what he is… but I do know he’s a very good looking man.  Anyway, I wish I had a picture of Ali holding M to share with you, but I don’t… because I’m totally sucky at being a paparazzi fan.  In fact – I don’t even have proof that we saw her… but we did.  And I know it was her because the girls in front of us when totally insane and were gushing about how they just watched her on TV and OMG CAN WE GET 19 BILLION PICTURES PLEASE?!?!?!

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Spammers

18 August 2010, 2:15 pm

Spammers need their day too right?  I have to say – my spam filter is amazing.  It catches about 99% of them.  Occasionally however, it will also label something as spam that is a legit comment.  So every few days I check my spam and make sure there aren’t any real comments in there.  A lot of times – I end up laughing at the hilarity that is spam.  So I thought I’d share.  Recently, I’ve been getting a lot of spam on one particular post.  I’m not sure what it is about With Love for M, but the spammers love it!!

Nice to be visiting your weblog again, it has been months for me. Well this article that i’ve been waited for so long. I require this article to total my assignment in the college, and it’s exact same topic with your article. Many thanks, excellent write about.

Well isn’t that interesting?  You are finishing up an assignment on hand-knit stuffed animals??  I totally missed that class during my college career.  Must be quite the interesting assignment.  Perhaps you should consider enrolling in a few English courses next semester eh?

I bet you wish george bush was still president now

Well.  I’m not sure what in this post… or any of my posts made you think that.  I try to stay away from politics here because – well – to be honest, I am not the most politically involved person.

I came across your blog and really enjoyed reading it, it looks like you have a great family! The twins are so cute!

I help people put their stories and photos in books, canvas, calendars, cards, through digital storybooking. Its a website and SO fun and easy to use. I would love to help you as well. Take a look at my blog and let me know what you think. Thanks!! Leslie:)

Well hi Leslie!  I’m glad you like my blog.  Though I’m really not sure what twins you are talking about.  The only twins I know of in this household are my boobs… and I feel like it’s a little forward of you to be calling my boobs cute in your first comment on my blog.  Especially on this post?  My boobs aren’t shown at all in this post.  Regardless, thanks for the compliment.  I’ll let A know how lucky he is to have a wife with such cute twins ;)

And, because it’s one of my favorites….

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I am SO glad that you agree!!!  I don’t really consider myself a bib expert, but I’m glad you were able to figure out how to use them and what qualities to look for after reading my review.  I know from experience (or not) that there are TONS of sites out there with super-confusing instructions on how to use bibs.  I’m glad I was able to put it in plain English for you.

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I’ve been bit!!

17 August 2010, 1:30 pm

Yesterday, all day, on his surprise day off, A wanted to clean the house.  And I?  Wanted to lay on the couch.  Preferably asleep.  This morning I was looking forward to not feeling guilty about doing just that while M napped.  And finally – he went down for his nap.  But instead of laying down, I decided to sweep the kitchen floor.  And then I mopped it.  And then I noticed a dirty spot on the wall so I lifted the mop up and cleaned that up.  And then I noticed that the one spot looked cleaner than the rest of the wall… so I mopped the entire wall.  And then I moved to the bathroom and did the same thing there.  At which point I realized… WTF was I doing????  Yes, I like a clean house.  But I am NOT the type to mop the walls randomly.  Maybe before a party – but even that isn’t likely unless I run out of things to stress about.  I realized that THIS is what pregnant ladies talk about.  I’ve finally been bit by the nesting bug.  It never happened with M…. but it is happening this time.

And as I walked up the steps to write this post?  I realized something else.  Even after mopping the floors and walls I wasn’t tired.  Hellllllllo second trimester energy boost, how nice of you to finally show your face.  Although – it’s less of a boost and more of a “back to normal” feeling.  Anyway, if you’ll excuse me… I need to go figure out if my living room drapes are easy to get off and clean and put back on or if that’s something I can’t do. (I wish I was kidding – but it’s consuming my every thought right now)

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It’s Official! 2/14/11

16 August 2010, 9:37 pm

Well, I had another appointment today.  A surprised me this morning and told me he decided to take the day off so he got to come too, which was awesome!  I’m UP 2 pounds from my pre-pregnancy weight.  So that’s a pretty good improvement over my last appointment… of course, at this point with M I was about 10-12 pounds up… sooooooo whatever.  I ate 3 big chocolate chip cookies for dessert tonight and felt good about it.

Since A was in training for the last appointment, I had this brilliant idea that I’d try to convince the doctor to give me another sonogram.  After all – our insurance DID change, so it would be covered.  We walked in, took my BP (totally normal) and then she pulled out the heart beat thing (what is that called?).  As I laid back I said “You know, if you have any trouble hearing the heartbeat we wouldn’t mind a sonogram.  We have new insurance and Dad didn’t get to see the first one.”  She put the little wand on my stomach and the heartbeat came out loud and clear.  When I say loud… I mean LOUD!!!  As in, the people in the rooms on either side of us probably heard it too. So I kinda figured we wouldn’t be seeing TNB.  She even made a point of saying “that’s a little loud don’t you think?” and turning the sound down.  As a last ditch effort I said “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I can’t hear it!” and we both smiled as we all listened.

I sat up and was pretty sure we were done… and then she said a few little words that almost made me hug her.  “You know, I don’t think I heard that heartbeat either.  Let me see if I can find the sonogram tech.  Out she walked and A and I grinned at each other.  A few short seconds later she came back and told us that the tech had appointments for the next hour and a half.  Dreams crushed we left.  But surprisingly – neither one of us were TOO upset.  We were both just super impressed with the fact that she even tried.  That had it been up to her we would have seen the little babe.  Both of us were happy to hear a nice strong, loud heartbeat.  To have everything check out OK and to leave with nothing but good news.  Overall, a really good appointment… that was almost REALLY AWESOME.

Oh!  And she also told me that they officially decided my due date would be Valentine’s Day.  Which is cute.  And I love it.

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When Mommy met Daddy: Part 3

15 August 2010, 10:23 pm

Ok, so I’m sure you’ve all been waiting for baited breath for the next edition of this story right??? I’m going to assume most of you forgot I was even doing this because of the excitement of Birthday Bash.  So if you’ve forgotten, or if you are a new reader and never saw them in the first place, be sure to read part 1, and part 2.

So there we have it.  Our first official kiss.  On a cold night in December.  From that night, A and I spent just about every waking moment together.  Literally.  We worked together, would leave at the same time and head to his house or mine for the evening.  We’d hang out all evening, and then start all over again the next day.  For weeks I figured I’d get sick of him.  I didn’t.  And somehow?  He didn’t get sick of me either. 

And then the time came.  Meet the parents.  A had already met my parents (long story short – I invited him to lunch with my parents sometime between May and December.  I’m not sure why I did, and I am even more mystified as to why he said yes.  I guess it’s just one of those things that prove we were meant for each other) and it was totally uneventful.  The first time I was slated to meet his parents was his birthday “party”.  Coincidentally, that was also the first time I’d be meeting a lot of his friends.  Nervous doesn’t describe the way I felt.  I stressed about what to wear.  I worried that I wouldn’t make a perfect impression.  A planned a cooking class.  Us and 10 friends (his parents included) headed to a professional chef’s house for the lesson.  The first thing she did was split us into groups of 4.  Can you guess what my group was?  That’s right – me, A, and his parents.  We made rissoto.  As if meeting your boyfriend’s parents for the first time wasn’t stressful enough, now you’re going to throw in rissoto?  You know, something SUPER easy to screw up by burning, or cooking too long, or too short, or any NUMBER OF MISTAKES FOR THE NEW GIRLFRIEND TO MAKE?!?!?!?! Oh, that’s right – I didn’t mention… A and I may have started spending more time together in December… but we didn’t put a label on our relationship until January.  His birthday is January 12th.  So I was still worried I’d screw up things with A andnow had risotto, parents, and friends to worry about too.  The risotto turned out fine.  The night turned out fine.  The dinner we learned to cook was fabulous.  The risotto turned out perfectly and everything was splendid. 

After dinner we headed off to a nearby bar.  On the way there, A’s Dad and Mom were walking behind A and I.  A’s Dad said something in German and I just about died of nervousness.  Unable to know what he had said I assumed it was about me since he chose to speak in German instead of English.  I wondered if it was something good or bad.  Worried that he didn’t approve of my outfit.  Or that he hated me.  For the record:  he was actually yelling at A for not holding my hand.  Which in retrospect, is pretty hilarious.

So we had fun at the bar.  A great time actually.  I got along with his friends, got along with his family, and just had fun in general.  Not nearly as much fun as the Birthday Boy had… but fun ;)   A and I had already made plans to spend the night at one of his friend’s house.  It was walking distance from the bar, and so there was no reason for either of us to stay sober.  I don’t totally remember how it happened – but we ended up walking to his friend’s by ourselves.  I will never forget that walk.  It was only 3 blocks or so – but it took us about 20 minutes because A had a lot on his mind. 

A decided to tell me “I heart you”.  Which sorta stopped me in my tracks.  It wasn’t love… it was heart… WHAT in the world was that supposed to mean???  I hadn’t a clue.  But I didn’t have to wonder for long.  Because he went on to explain “it’s like… I know it’s way to early to say the L word.  But I feel like I know you.  I feel like we’ve been best friends for a long time.  It’s too early to say I love you… but saying I heart you is different right?  It’s not as serious.  So don’t get scared.  I’m not pushing anything.  I’m just saying – I more than like you.  I heart you.”  Yes, that cleared things up didn’t it??  It didn’t really matter to me what he was saying.  The point was clear… I was more than just “some girl from work” to him. 

We continued walking and A asked me if I’d go to Greece with him that summer.  A’s Grandmother still lives in Greece – and he had been going every other year.  I of course assumed he was drunk and just talking.  So I told him yes.  I told him I’d love to go to Greece with him.  We alked back to his friend’s, went to sleep and went back to normal the very next day.  I didn’t hear word of Greece again for months.  I hadn’t really expected to, so I wasn’t too upset.

And then he sent me the itinerary.  10 days in Greece.  4 with his Grandmother… 3 at Mykonos, and 3 at Santorini.  Yeah.  You read that right.  A 10 day vacation.  With my new boyfriend.  Who remembered a drunken conversation.  Who remembered me saying I’d let him take me to Greece.  But didn’t remember that I had only said that because I thought for sure he would forget. 

*I’m looking for a picture to add to this post.  Sorry it’s not here.  It’s one of my favorites, but I can’t find a copy of it on our hardrives… if it comes down to it, I’ll scan the printed copy I have :)

To be continued…

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2nd Tri!

13 August 2010, 11:27 pm

No, that’s not a typo.  For those of you not aware – I’M IN MY SECOND TRIMESTER WITH TNB!!!!  I so totally need a picture of fireworks here.  Yes, this week marked the beginning of the second trimester.  I THOUGHT that meant it would be the end of “morning sickness” but not so much.  I am down to losing a meal once every 3 or so days, so that’s good.  Plus, it usually has to be triggered by some gross smell or a gross thought.  Most random thing that makes me puke?  Brushing my teeth.  I don’t know if it’s the minty toothpaste or what, but every.single.time I brush my teeth I gag at least…. often, I puke.  So yeah, I dread brushing my teeth – but do it anyway – and then sometimes do it again because I puke half way through.  ENOUGH COMPLAINING

So here’s the deal.  When I was pregnant with M a lot of Mommy Bloggers would fill out this survey each week.  A weekly commitment is too much for me right now.  Plus, I don’t feel like THAT much changes from week to week at this point.  But, I’ll still post it every once in awhile, and I figured what better time to start than my first pregnancy milestone :)

How far along? 13 weeks 5 days
Total weight gain: not sure.  I was down 2 lbs at my first visit.  I think I’ve gained since then, but I really don’t know
Maternity clothes? no.  I wish.  I’m at that awkward “no clothes” point.  My regular clothes are getting tight, my maternity clothes hang off me like I pooped my pants.  I just look fat.  I had a little breakdown to A tonight.  We were getting ready to go out to dinner, I took my crappy t-shirt off (I’ve taken to wearing sweats and a tee during the day since it doesn’t matter) and burst into tears because I couldn’t think of a shirt that would fit me.
Sleep: Fine… apart from M still waking up at least once a night
Best moment this week: Conversations with 2 good friends today.  Both of them are awesome, and I don’t keep in touch with them (or any of my friends) nearly well enough.  I love them for calling me… and being persistent and calling again when I don’t answer.
Gender: I think girl… but A swears by the Chinese Gender Calendar and that says boy.  Someday he’ll learn that I’m always right.
Labor Signs: zippy  (thank God!)
Belly Button in or out? In. But nowhere near as deep as it was at this point with M.  Granted, it never went totally back to normal.  And I’m also fatter now than I was at this point with M.
What I miss: Looking forward to meals.
What I am looking forward to: Lunch with some friends tomorrow, and a 2 year old birthday party!
Weekly Wisdom: Don’t deny your cravings.  Ever.  It may be the only meal you eat that day.
Milestones: 2nd trimester!

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