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Sep

2009

Strollin’

I love a to do list. In fact, sometimes I write my to do list just so I can experience the joy of crossing items off of my list. For like every five important items on that list I write something completely obvious that takes zero amount of time to complete just so I can cross it off. Make bed. Kiss Husband. Eat dinner. It feels good, like I accomplished a task and therefore give myself credit for completing something other than watching Oprah and Facebooking, i.e. procrastinating.

Today, however, my to do list includes an important errand. Buy stroller. It says so right at the top of the list. I wouldn’t be a type A (that’s for anal, not annoying like my husband thinks or asshole like that lady who flipped me off today in traffic thinks) list making Pregnant Girl if I also didn’t take the time to research. And you know what. There are so many freakin’ strollers it’s not even funny. They all have peculiar names and they all do different things, but basically all do the same thing. Because, um, obviously they all have the same objection, allowing me to stroll my perfect sleeping baby around town while keeping my hands free so I can shop. (There go my husband’s eyes rolling into the back of his head again.)

I already knew what I wanted and where to buy, I was just waiting for 8 weeks out like the book suggests (that one might be A for annoying). My father in law is such a gem that he offered to buy it for us. I could just kiss him for his kindness, but that might give away the fact that he is being so over the top generous and I’m not all that sure he actually realizes what he is about to get himself into.

We stopped for lunch first and hoping to soften, or at least blur the blow to the wallet he was about to experience I suggested he have a beer. He thought that was oh so hilarious “I haven’t had a beer in 35 years, since the day we had our first child.” This also seems like a cruel joke, I mean here this man is allowed to drink and he chooses not to. I can practically taste the wine I dreamt about last night, but in the interest of my child, that needs the top notch stroller, I refrain. Also, I totally knew he didn’t drink which is why I was sure just one beer would have him drunk enough to smile while purchasing The Stroller. That is how I am going to say it from now on, The Stroller, because it is that haughty.

We arrive at The Stroller store and the nice sales lady gives a bang up demonstration showing my FIL how the stroller pretty much babysits your child. Then she rings him up and I cringe because here it comes. “THAT IS MORE THAN MY FIRST CAR COST.” Yes, at that volume so the entire store can hear. This is when I assure him we can buy our own stroller. The thing is my mother in law, his wife and therefore his boss, left town and told him one thing. “Be a dear and go with Pregnant Girl to buy the stroller for our first and possible only (that part is a total dig at me for waiting until I was 35 to get pregnant) grandchild.” And now he must. He knows it and I know it. So I smile embarrassingly and thank him while apologizing profusely to the sales lady for the outburst.

On the way home he said the beer might have been a good idea after all.

Pregnant Girl, So Much Baby Gear 3

Sep

2009

Fashion Tip Friday – It’s In the Bag

Diaper bags are serious business these days. You literally have hundreds to choose from and your husband can even have his own Diaper dude. My advice is to choose a bag that fits your style. I understand pink for girls, blue for boys and all that, but remember you will be carrying your diaper bag as your purse for a couple years! So stick with your favorite look.

My favorite brand is Storksak, you might remember that Angelina Jolie helped put this line on the map and more recently Jessica Alba was seen carrying her favorite style. Why should the stars have all the fun, you can have your own stylish diaper bag. Here are a couple of my favs!

Fashion Tip Fridays 2

Sep

2009

Wisdom

I am just sitting here wondering if having a husband might be kind of, sort of like having a child. I have heard women make this joke and clearly a baby is like 100 times the work of taking care of a spouse (I mean at least hubs can stay at home alone without a sitter), but still, I felt like I had a little glimpse into the part of being a mom that sucks up all your time and reminds you that your schedule is now their schedule.

Scott had to have his wisdom teeth out. No biggie, this is routine and we figured he needed a ride to and from the doctor’s office followed by a comfy place to drift in and out of consciousness while on some serious painkillers. I dropped him off and following the instructions to be back in an hour and a half I was left with just enough time to head to the gym and get in a workout then pick him up, get him comfy and I would head to work by Noon. That part really doesn’t have anything to do with being a mom, that part is simple.

I arrived at the office on time, 9:30 a.m. on the dot and was told he would be released at 10 a.m. I guess 9:30 a.m. was a little fib for wives who are not punctual and now I was being punished, but whatever. By 11 a.m. I asked to be excused to run an errand since clearly we weren’t going anywhere soon, the nurse grilled me about where I was going and how long I would be gone. No worries lady, I’m not planning to abandon hubs at your office, I will leave collateral if you want. She didn’t laugh at my joke, but did give me the go ahead, I had 20 minutes. Close to Noon I had answered every possible email via my blackberry and was trying to find out if I needed to cancel my 2:30 appointment at work.

12:30 p.m. we were finally sent home and I was trying to act calm, but seriously stressing about my life, my schedule, my commitments and suddenly I realized why every working mom feels guilt. My mind was thinking work while I was making a protein shake, setting out pain meds and creating a cozy spot on the couch. As soon as I was back at work my mind was at home wondering if my patient needed food or meds. At the end of the day I felt like I hadn’t accomplished anything, I wasn’t able to give 100% of myself at home or work.

I called my mom this morning to just say thank you. And then to ask how she worked all those hours and still had time to raise me and be a good wife. I don’t think she had an answer, but I could feel her smiling through the phone. Some wisdom can only be gained through experience.

All About Me 6

Sep

2009

Knocked Up

There are those few, very few, women who got knocked up so easily it seems all their husbands had to do was look at them. I think my grandma is one of those women; it’s the only explanation I can find for having 7 children. She tells a story where an old neighbor used to ask if they were catholic or careless, turns out they are catholic and fertile as all get out. For most of the women I know getting pregnant takes a little more effort. The efforts range, but I am going out on a limb here to bet that you have a pretty good idea given what you might have had to change and/or give up in the hopes of getting knocked up.

Here’s the thing, one day you will shock yourself because even though you know you’ve been trying, some piece of self preservation will tell you it might not have happened this month and so while you pee on the stick and cuss because it got on your hand you will simultaneously give yourself the pep talk “it’s okay, it takes months for everyone, it will happen” and then you will see +. WHAM, just like that. The test will say positive and while every fiber in your body knows you wanted this more than anything you will feel surprised. Apparently that’s just one of life’s unexplainable certainties. Not to worry because the surprise will quickly turn into insane excitement and here is where you get a little crazy.

As a new Pregnant Girl one of the first things you will do is call your doctor. (Hopefully after you tell your husband since he does deserve half the credit.) You are almost driving to doc’s office as you dial because surely she will want to see you, hug you and celebrate you. Then they answer.

Baby Doctor’s office how can we help you?

I’M PREGNANT!!!!!!

Then the most monotone voice ever will say, congratulations, lets schedule your first appointment for 8 weeks, so let me just look at the schedule here…

Excuse me, I AM PREGNANT, can you believe it? Pregnant! Actually, I can’t believe it either and so I thought the doctor might like to see me and check for herself and tell me exactly what I should do now. Like right now, today, what am I supposed to do?

And then you are left wondering why they aren’t jumping for joy, when deep down you know why. They aren’t the ones who just changed their entire future, right there in one tiny moment of positive your pep talk changed to “it’s okay, we will figure out how to take care of a baby.” And you know what, you will.

Pregnant Girl, Trying to Conceive 4

Sep

2009

Fashion Tip Friday, Pretty Nursing Bras Do Exist

We know that nursing bras have a bad rap. Pregnant Girls and husbands everywhere dread the oversized beige bra that looks like it was made with grandma in mind. Since we love to spread good news we are here to tell you that pretty nursing bras do exist.

Belabumbum makes the most adorable maternity/nursing bras with matching panties to boot! They are supportive, easy to clip and unclip and comfortable. Basically they do their job while looking pretty, feminine and altogether unassuming.

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