10) seam ripping 9) eating a cheeseburger at the park today 8) new gold sandals 7) my clean bedroom (thanks Ryan) 6) roomy (and insanely comfortable) "fat shorts" circa a month after I had Ethan 5) bubble tea with friends at Snap in Georgetown. weird... and worth it 4) finishing a craft 3) feeling ring and pinky finger freedom when super glue wears off several hours after finishing that craft 2) walking to get smoothies for Family Home Evening 1) hearing my child say, "you're probably right"
I have a few friends who are so afflicted by early pregnancy that you can see the exhaustion in their faces. They are sick and tired and depressed. What sacrifices these women make to bring their children to this world! It really makes me feel lucky... and sometimes guilty.
One of the only things I can complain about my pregnancy right now is the difficulty I have getting up in the morning. To me, waking up from my night's sleep is sometimes like the moments after being dunked in a swimming pool. You surface, confused and with a deep breath. As you try to find your footing, your bully big brother pushes you down again. You think about fighting him or trying to keep your head above the water, but he's much stronger than you and so you give up and go deeper this time. He lets go and you work your way to the top, breathe, then feel his malicious hands on the top of your head driving you down once more.
This in and out of consciousness goes on for at least an hour every morning in my bed. It's a million times worse than those days in college when I would stay up until at least 4 a.m., drop into bed and then find myself crying when I had to wake up at 7 that morning. I at least felt emotion about it then. Now I just feel lifeless. It's not me who doesn't want to get up. I guess sleep just doesn't want me to leave. So he keeps pulling me back like that bully big brother.
The first time around (when Ethan was the fetus) I was just always late for work. Neither my editor nor my co-workers had children so I'm guessing the last pregnant women they spent serious amounts of time with were their mothers. And that was probably when many of them were the fetuses growing organs and toes in their mommy's womb and exhausting the life out of her. They don't remember that. So they looked at me like I was lazy. I'd tell them that darned city council meeting lasted until 11 p.m. or I was working on an in-depth story until the early hours of the morning. That was often true. But really I just needed someone to grab me by the hair and pull me out of bed every day.
I sure need that now, now that I don't have a job to answer to. I guess my kid is my job, but he usually sleeps in as well and we have these lazy mornings where we get up, he plays and I just lie around until I feel alive enough to take a shower. Come to think of it (I just read this post up to this point) that doesn't seem so bad. It may be difficult to get up and go places/make appointments/etc. but I will take lazy mornings without vomit, or worse - a workplace - any day.
I guess I can't complain.
(photo: A headless me at 16 weeks! p.s. I went in for an ultrasound yesterday and it seems this baby - like our first - was determined to be very modest. We couldn't get a peak. So we are holding on until 20 weeks. Here's hoping for a boy or a girl ;-)!)
I have never even been interested in china (the dinnerware, not the place) before. I didn't even register for china for my wedding. Maybe I have finally reached old person status because I am dying for this Lenox Simply Fine Chirp china. It's just so feminine and colorful.
I have to admit something. I felt kind of bad after posting my first installment making fun of Etsy's less-than-fabulous items. I guess part of me thinks that those who use their God-given ability to create should be praised, not ridiculed. And to work up the courage to actually try to sell their creations on the World Wide Web means a couple of things: 1. they have serious guts and, unfortunately, 2. they believe their handiwork is awesome. I'm not disagreeing with that completely. Some of these people are quite skilled. They probably just need someone or something to channel their talents into concocting more appealing items. Maybe that's not their goal. I don't know.
I do know that it's rude of me - a non-creator - to jab at people who put their work out there.
But I can't help it. As an Etsy frequenter, I just see too much bad stuff to not share it with other people. So here goes:
Your little girl will hug and kiss you when she receives this doll, complete with highly-touted "vintage button eyes" for her birthday! Yeah, it's a doll.
I said some were skilled - not all.
And another from the toy showcase... Scare your children to sleep with what the seller calls the "Albino snug."
My mother could not.
Because we don't wear flip-flops to keep our feet cool... Is it wrong of me to post this photo on my family-friendly blog? Or do you think it is more wrong that I think this is really hilarious but also kind of cool? If you are an adult female (no males allowed) and want to see what else this seller might have to offer (if you ever fantasized that you were Princess Leia when you were little... or yesterday), click here.
(Sorry, Ryan told me to remove the link to this last Etsy seller page since it's kind of racy. You can probably search for it on Etsy using the terms "metal" and "bra.")
Pavlova is a meringue dessert of Australian/New Zealand origins. It is said to have been created after the Russian ballerina Anna Pavlova toured both of those countries in 1926.
I had never heard of Anna Pavlova until I tried her dessert but I'm guessing her dancing was ethereal yet full-bodied. The meringue has a delicate, crisp outer with a substantial marshmellowy, almost cake-like center.
It is to die for - epecially with whipped cream, tart fruit and a drizzle of caramel on top.
Preheat oven to 250 degrees F (130 degrees C) and place rack in center of oven. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper and draw a 7 inch (18 cm) circle on the paper.
In the bowl of your electric mixer, with the whisk attachment, beat the egg whites on medium-high speed until they hold soft peaks. Start adding the sugar, a tablespoon at a time, and continue to beat until the meringue holds very stiff peaks. (Test to see if the sugar is fully dissolved by rubbing a little of the meringue between your thumb and index finger. The meringue should feel smooth, not gritty. If it feels gritty the sugar has not fully dissolved so keep beating until it feels smooth between your fingers). Sprinkle the vinegar and cornstarch over the top of the meringue and, with a rubber spatula, fold in.
Gently spread the meringue inside the circle drawn on the parchment paper, smoothing the edges, making sure the edges of the meringue are slightly higher than the center. (You want a slight well in the center of the meringue to place the whipped cream and fruit.)
Bake for 1 hour 15 minutes or until the outside is dry and takes on a very pale cream color. Turn the oven off, leave the door slightly ajar, and let the meringue cool completely in the oven. (The outside of the meringue will feel firm to the touch, if gently pressed, but as it cools you will get a little cracking and you will see that the inside is soft and marshmallowy.)
The cooled meringue can be made and stored in a cool dry place, in an airtight container, for a few days.
We had a great Easter. Ryan's mom was in town and so we went all out. Ryan planned an Easter egg hunt.
Ethan loved it. He ate so many jelly beans that he ran laps inside of our apartment all morning.
He said the most hilarious stuff all day. During church later that afternoon, he spit his gum into his hand, gave it to me and said, "This is ridiculous!"
Later, we were watching the Master's and some guy made a great shot. "I can't even believe it!" Ethan exclaimed
Ryan changed Ethan's stinky diaper that night and Ethan pointed down there and said, "This is my ridiculous poop." It was pretty ridiculous... but I'm wondering if he has ridiculous and disgusting mixed up.
My sister's baby Edith was due on Saturday and we are still just waiting on her. McKenzie said she had some strong contractions this morning and I keep telling her how much I hope little Edi comes today but deep down inside I can think of nothing worse to wish on my sister. For most women, the day they have their child is possibly the most horrible, disgusting, intense, terrifying, painful and wonderful day of their life. I am hating the thought of doing it again and hoping my sister's ordeal will be easier than her first time around.
All of this labor talk reminded me of a blog post I have read several (and bawled my eyes out) times. Jasmine is a former co-worker of mine and an amazing writer. Her son's delivery might have been more agonizing than that of many other women (including my own) but her words create an almost palpable account of the emotions, physical hardship and, ultimately, the joy of labor. Read it.
Have you ever worn anything worth more than your house?
I did this last weekend in New York. Slipping the $500,000 diamond solitaire ring onto my ring finger (the diamond was about as wide as my digit) made me rethink this whole "I really want to buy a house" thing. It broke my heart to give it back to the kind Tiffany & Co. employee.
I guess I'm on a new "I think I might die without that diamond" kick.
If any of you follow naomi megan, then you probably already miss New York City (she recently moved to my neck of the woods). Thanks to her, I am in need of some New York. So I'm going - tomorrow! See you next week!
About the twins: I got quite a few calls/texts/e-mails from people who didn't dare congratulate me via comments considering the date of my announcement... and that was probably smart because I was totally lying.
When I came up with the idea yesterday to fool you all with my totally believeable twin plot I thought I was so funny and smart. I hastily posted, almost forgetting to crop the name of the real mother of twins out of the ultrasound photo. I laughed and couldn't wait for comments.
Then I did what I normally do after posting - checked some of my friends' blogs. It was crazy because many of them felt prompted to announce their pregnancies on that special day too! I realized that I wasn't smart - or funny - and immediately went back to my blog to delete that post. I struggled with the ethics of taking a post off of my blog (I know, I blatantly lied on my blog and I'm worried about the ethical dilemma of unposting). So I left it there. I'm sorry to all of those who were geniuinely excited for me. And I'm sorry to those disappointed by my truly unoriginal idea.
I went in for my 12-week ultrasound this morning and came out with the biggest shock of my life. We are having twins! I cried at first. Then I cried some more. I'm still crying, really. But I think I am warming up to the idea.