Year: 2004

Once again, I feel like I need to make myself a t-shirt that says “I’m not crazy, I’m just pregnant!” (Although, by now, I suppose it’s obvious – I’m either pregnant, or I swallowed a whole basketball for lunch. Other women have even let me cut in line in the ladies’ room lately – not necessary, but definitely appreciated!)

Anyway, I’ve been trying to remember when the last day was that I managed to get through the entire day without crying…and I can’t. It has to be at least a few weeks now. Sometimes I have a good reason to cry, but most of the time I don’t. I can tell I’m acting like a lunatic, but I can’t do anything to stop it. Is this what multiple personality disorder is like?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m absolutely loving the experience of being pregnant – feeling my baby move and kick always makes me smile – but this is ridiculously bad PMS times 100, every single day. I have to admit, it would be nice to get off this hormonal roller coaster one of these days!

Not that they weren’t before, of course. It’s just that I’ve installed the new version of MT-Blacklist, so I theoretically no longer need to moderate comments to control the massive amounts of comment spam I receive every day. Which is a good thing, because I hate moderating comments. (Don’t worry, I was only moderating, not censoring – comments that weren’t trying to sell male enhancement products, encourage online gambling or other such things inappropriate to this blog were posted without changes.)

Things that will still be moderated: comments on posts older than 14 days, comments which contain 5 or more links, and comments which are exact duplicates of other comments. And any comments which contain links to sites I have banned will just be outright rejected. Fair enough? (Even if it’s not, it is my blog after all!)

Oh, and on the knitting front, the pieces of the orange cabled hoodie are blocking as I type. Hopefully, tomorrow I’ll be able to get started on the hood, and then all that’s left will be seaming!

Our yard has been taken over by something very large, that creates very large and deep holes to live in… OK, not really, our fence is finally being put in, and the workmen arrived this morning with this really cool auger-thingy on a bobcat that made very short work of digging 5′ deep holes in our heavy clay soil. For that alone, it was worth hiring out this job!

The current estimate is to have the fence done by the end of this week, assuming the weather holds (which it’s supposed to – knock wood). Then we’re going to have to put lattice panels up under the deck so the doggies stay in the fenced area. I’m envisioning some great games of fetch this weekend. Oh, and probably chase, because the dogs don’t come when called. Ever.

I guess we’ll have to work on that…

Childbirth class was…interesting. The video wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected, but the “floor exercises” seemed just plain silly. I mean, does saying the word “hoot” really help? I suppose if it makes me feel really idiotic and laugh, that might be helpful.

The best part was how much she wanted us all to share. Because a room full of complete strangers really need to know how the video made me feel. (Hmm…squirmy?) Oh, well. We’ll keep going, because I imagine there will be some better pain management techniques in the rest of the classes. There has to be, otherwise nobody would go to them.

So far, though, yoga wins hands down for relaxation techniques. Not once have I heard the word “hoot” escape my teacher’s lips, and that class certainly has never broken out in fits of giggles rather than doing what we were supposed to!

I am lucky enough to not only live near a lot of my family, but to have family members who have a large farm, part of which is still active. This means that there is an abundance of many kinds of vegetables, all summer long. Apparently, zucchini and green beans have been quite prolific in the past couple of weeks, so I was gifted with several pounds of each. (Along with a few dozen gladiolas, which I have stuffed into anything resembling a vase and placed all over my house!)

What does one do with so much zucchini?

Try tasty new recipes, of course! That first link is probably the all-time yummiest thing I’ve ever done with zucchini, which is saying something – I love zucchini and could eat it in just about any form.

The only problem with allrecipes.com is that I have a tendency to see many more tasty-looking recipes than I could ever make, and then I start wandering off and finding recipes for things which I don’t really need to make, but sound really fantastic to my pregnant taste buds, like chicken pot pie and beef stew.

Must focus. Several pounds of green beans are sitting in the fridge, awaiting their cooking fate…

The crib, which was going to take 10-16 weeks (or more) to come in, because they told us it had to be ordered from Italy, is already here! They found an available crib in one of their Canadian distributors’ warehouses. This is a good thing, because 10-16 weeks meant it would be coming in October or November. The baby’s coming in October or November. This could have been a problem. (Well, we do have a cradle, but still – it will be nice to have the room all ready and put together before the baby comes home!)

The dresser/changing table is ready for pick-up, too.

However…the room is still full of furniture, and boxes of stuff that I couldn’t bear to part with, and piles of things that I managed to part with that need to be thrown out or recycled (quick! before I change my mind!) and still has horrible striped wallpaper and glow-in-the-dark monster eye stickers all over the ceiling and trim.

Guess what we’re going to have to work on all weekend long?

Oh, and today I am 30 weeks pregnant. 30! Which means only 7-10 (well, really, up to 12) weeks before we get to meet this baby! Our first childbirth class is Monday. That just blows my mind, because when I scheduled them, it was two months away. Where did those two months go?!?

My youngest brother went off to his second year of college today, and I wanted to send him along with his favorite cookies. Unfortunately, even though they’ve carried them in the past, our local Wegmans didn’t have any cinnamon chips – a critical ingredient. So the other night, I went to the gigantic mega-super-Wegmans (the one we use as a tourist stop when people come visit us from outside of Rochester) and they didn’t have them either. Uh-oh…

Realizing that going to a third Wegmans would probably not help matters any, I made the ultimate sacrifice. I went to their competitor, Tops. And they had the chips, which is good, and I stocked up. But I kept looking over my shoulder, expecting the Grocery Store Police to come and revoke my Wegmans Shoppers Club Card any minute.

I guess it’s strange to be loyal to a particular chain of grocery stores…but I really hope Wegmans gets those chips in stock before I run out of the 4 bags I have left. The Grocery Store Police will probably track down the fingerprints on the (empty) bottle of Wegmans branded bottled water that Denis discarded at Tops, and start watching our every grocery-buying move…

I had a prenatal appointment today, and they let me know that I passed the glucose test. Yay! One less thing to worry about for now.

As a reward, they gave me a shot. I’m Rh negative, which means that I could potentially start fighting off the baby’s red blood cells. To prevent that, they gave me a shot of something called RhoGAM. Silly me, I took off my over-shirt so I could get my shot. Um, yeah. To put it delicately, I needn’t have bothered. She isn’t even born yet, and this baby’s already a pain in the…rear.

I’m at the point where I start going to appointments every two weeks now. Time is flying!