I really want a poached egg!

Looks like someone forgot she had a blog.  Yep.  Completely forgot, to be honest.  I have a good excuse though.  I’ve been a little distracted lately because…

Mama’s got a bun in the oven!

Yep, we’re 14.5 weeks pregnant today and we couldn’t be more thrilled!  When I rolled over into the second trimester last week, I was excited to say farewell to the slightly bumpy (nauseated) first trimester.  They say the second is the best trimester, cuz you typically feel great, have a lot of energy, and your bump starts to show a lot which means you get to enjoy the wonderment of your growing belly.  But so far the journey has been mostly delightful AND 100% entertaining. 

Just looking back at all the changes I’ve gone through since finding out…blows my mind.  And we’re so early in this journey, too!  Just to clue you in on what I’m talking about, here’s a little list for your reading pleasure.

Things That Blow My Mind About Being Pregnant

  1. Saying farewell to wine:  I never knew how hard it was to part with my nightly ritual of enjoying a glass of wine with our dinner.  It’s a wonderful ritual and one I look forward to reprising in exactly 179 days.
  2. Bidding adieu to my beloved coffee:  Coffee wasn’t as hard to part with as I sort of weened myself off the stuff a couple of weeks before we got preggers. I highly recommend this tactic.
  3. First ultrasound:  I remember that moment so clearly when up on the screen we saw our little 6.5 week old bean and my life changed forever.
  4. Vegetables are the devil: For the first trimester I grew to dispise vegetables.  For those who know me, this was a bit funny since I tend to subsist on produce.  However, I’ve wanted NOTHING to do with them. I still hate spinach, onions, and garlic – three former staples of my diet.
  5. Our baby will be a loaf of bread:  I have eaten more bread in the past 14 weeks than should really be discussed.  It’s all I want! You name it – Peanut butter toast. Pretzel rolls. An entire loaf of sourdough. Oh yeah – it’s on.
  6. The Bloat:  Feeling bloated. Looking bloated. Whatever you call it, it’s been a constant companion for the past 14 weeks, because I technically do not look pregnant yet (except to me and my husband).  In fact, sometimes I catch a glimpse of myself and think…”oh crap!  I’m getting fat! ” and then I remember I’m pregnant and that’s a baby popping out.  Phew.
  7. Impressionable & random cravings:  Again, for those who know me well, you know that I have a severe craving disorder.  But that’s nothing compared to what I’m experiencing now.  For example – right now, all I want in the world is poached eggs on toast.  Last night, out of nowhere, while eating my dinner, I HAD to have English toffee.  In fact,  I still want it.  Two nights ago, we had to make an unscheduled stop for a bag of Twizzlers to cure a leftover craving from the previous evening.
  8. Food aversions:  This has been the worst part of the pregnancy so far – so I’ve been lucky!  There are some foods and smells that I cannot stand for a second.  My poor husband ate something the other day and I couldn’t kiss him or even sleep close to him because it was on his breath.  Doh!   In fact, I had to wake him up to make him roll over so he wasn’t breathing in my direction.  Poor guy.  He’s being a champ about it, though.  The worst part is when I kiss him good-bye in the morning and have to gently remind him…”oh, and please be mindful of what you eat today. Thanks!”   Not cool.
  9. Extreme hunger:  As soon as the nausea dissolved, the hunger settled in.  I seriously cannot stop eating.  Every morning my breakfast is quickly followed by a second breakfast.  I’ve turned into a Hobbit. 
  10. Acne:  Enough said.
  11. Championship-level Exhaustion:  This has recently popped into my life.  Lately, I can hardly keep my eyes open –  at all times of the day.  I can sleep for 12 hours – no problem, and still be exhausted pretty much all day long.  I’m looking forward to this part being over.
  12. Constant farts:  Sorry Mom and Dad, I had to go there.  Gas is an undeniable and quite funny part of being pregnant.  Humility in our house died about 4 weeks ago.
  13. Constipation:  Seriously?!?!  What gives?!!
  14. Super emotional:  I cry all the time now.  An episode of “The Gilmore Girls” had me hunched over bawling into my lap the other day.  I’ve turned to comedies to fend off any more outbreaks.
  15. Movement & Sound:  We’ve been lucky to have a few ultrasounds already and got to hear the heartbeat. I’ve never been more thrilled and proud than when I heard his or her little heart beat.  Seeing him or her moving around on the screen was pretty exquisite, too. 
  16. The baby name conversation:  Don’t even get me started.   
  17. And to make-up for the farts: Boobs.

Stay tuned as I chronicle this exciting and life-changing adventure we’re on.  We feel so blessed and humbled to be experiencing this gift, and I don’t want to forget any details.  I might just have to call this “Adventures in Babyland”.

Great Success

You may recall in the previous post my annual tradition of total and complete Halloween Costume Failure,  followed by overly confident gloating that I had FINALLY discovered the perfect Halloween costumes for both me and my unwitting mate.  Well, here’s a little update on the subject…and me thinks I shall gloat some more!

Kids.  I nailed it.

Sort of.

Okay, not really.  In fact, I nearly failed again.

You see, two weeks ago, whilst gripped by a trashy Bravo reality series, a moment of utter genius and clarity smacked me in the face, and a perfect costume idea was born.  EUREKA!   This strike of good-Halloween-costume-fortune never happens to me.  I was elated.  And yet, through the fog of self-assured impudence, I could not foresee the nearly tragic ending that threatened to destroy this great discovery.  Like it has on so many other “great idea” occasions, “procrastination with a dash of laziness” loomed in the distance.

Days went by and I would text or email  friends to brag about my latest and greatest Halloween costume idea.  Yet, per usual,  I never actually put my plan into motion.  Time was passing by for me to purchase the necessary elements, most likely on eBay, to make this costume a reality.  I was quickly blowing it.  The familiar discomfort of failure and disappointment was beginning to set in, and even then, I didn’t take any drastic measures to rectify the situation.  And when I finally made the push, I had to concede to the fact that even paying for premium shipping wouldn’t get me what I needed in time.  The taste of defeat was bitter.

I eventually had to take a good, hard look at myself and ask…”Do you really want this, Millsap?!   Do you?!?”

I did.

And so, with two days remaining, I pulled up my boot straps (whatever that means) and tapped into my most helpful quality – resourcefulness – and got to work.  Quickly I made a mental list of all the people I know within a 50 mile radius that would have the key element of my costume.  This didn’t take long as only one person came to mind.  Hastily I picked up the phone and texted my good friend Shari (even in an emergency I couldn’t be bothered with actually calling her).  With a few breathless key strokes I blasted my question into space, hoping against all odds that Shari would come through for me.

“Shari!!!  Do you have a red sari?”

Within a minute my phone made that delightful ping of a newly received text.  It worked!  My plan worked!  Shari’s sister’s friend had a red sari and she was going to see her the next day.  She’ll ask if it’s okay for me to borrow it.  See! Even a Girl Scouts drop-out can be resourceful if you put your mind to it.  I was relieved.

The next day I waited until I couldn’t bear to wait another minute and nervously contacted (texted) Shari for an update.  The sari was in hand and ready for me to pick it up.

On the night of the Halloween party, my husband and I dressed in separate rooms.  As I repeatedly watched YouTube videos on my iPhone teaching me how to wrap a damn sari, he quietly struggled with cummerbunds, cuff links, and bow-tying.

Forty-five minutes later we both emerged laughing, dressed to the nines in our costumes, as…

The Salahis (aka:  The White House Gate-Crashers)

We weren't invited but they let us in any way. Great party!

Upon arriving at the party, we were quickly humbled by the other brilliant costumes.  Shari, our hostess, was so perfect as Gandhi, she received the Best Costume award.  Other friends were unbelievably spot-on Travelocity Roaming Gnomes.  And the Chilean Miners were pretty sweet, too.

After the drama of this year’s Halloween near miss, I had a fleeting moment of retiring from Halloween next year.  But then I realized that was crazy talk and I’m already planning for next year.  In fact, I challenge myself to procure a costume at least 72 hours before the party.  A feat I will not take lightly.  In the words of Barney Stinson….challenge accepted.