Monday, March 28, 2011

More Randomness

  • I am a bad blogger. I just don't feel like I have anything of interest to write these days. But then again, most of my favorite blogs aren't really about much either, so who cares?

  • I am taking a digital photography class and my theme for the next 5 weeks (from which my final project will be compiled) is hot rods and hot rod parts. Totally appropriate, as some of my favorite photos of mine are from car shows. Totally not appropriate for March/April/May in Colorado.

  • The only really bad pregnancy symptom that I have experienced so far is headaches. I brought it up at every doctors appointment so far and have been given the following suggestions: drink more water, eat more regularly, eat less refined sugar, and finally, nothing can be done, it goes with the territory. Finally at my last appointment, the doctor told me to start drinking more coffee. I was a coffee drinker before I got pregnant, and while I didn't cut it out completely, I didn't have it daily, either. Now I am back at a cup of day and my headaches have been less often. So, yay coffee.

  • Rob and I stopped at Starbucks this morning (I waited in the car), and he bought me a whoopie pie. He said it looked like an American macaron and instantly I was in a good mood. He clearly remembered Autumn '09, when we scoured all of Denver looking for the real deal, which we never did find. Plus, it was red velvet, which is (as silly as this sounds), "our" dessert. Maybe not the most nutritionally sound way to start the day, but some days awesome is more important than nutrition.

  • As I was writing this, I realized that I forgot to put on deodorant this morning in my mad rush to get out the door. Luckily I keep a travel size deodorant at work for such occasions.

  • We have colors and a loose theme picked out for the baby's room. We want it to be modern and comfortable, but not overly girly nor too boyish - no sports themes or giant butterfly murals. So we are painting the walls gray, leaving our trim white, and then integrating yellow and blue for the accent colors. Yes, gray and yellow has been featured on an awful lot of nurseries over the past year or two, but I still really like it. We will use more navy blue if it is a boy, and more aqua if it is a girl. It may sound odd, but I have pulled fabrics and rugs, etc. and it all looks good together so far.

  • I looked around on Etsy for a mobile and I decided that everything that I could afford (meaning under $50), I could easily make. So that is my project for the week. If it turns out well, I will share. If it sucks, this is the last you will ever hear of it.

  • My other project for the week is finishing up my "slice of Denver" post for Sometimes Sweet. Which I offered to do, oh, 6 months ago, and never got around to doing.

  • I still don't look discernably pregnant at 18 weeks. I mean, I can tell, and Rob can tell, but I don't think someone who didn't see me naked all the time could. Which is sad because I have definitely gained a little weight (don't know how much, I haven't looked at a scale in 10 years... even at the doctors I ask close my eyes and ask them not to say the number out loud), and I'm out of my regular size jeans (2/4). Oh well, I guess I won't be one of those women who only gains a belly. And being pregnant hasn't made me any less obsessed with my size, although now I don't have any negative feelings about what I see. I still can't stop scrutinizing my body inthe mirror multiple times a day - I guess old habits die hard. I just can't wait to see the baby and feel the baby, so that it all becomes a little more real.

  • And my final random thought, my grandma is on Facebook. I never thought I'd see the day, but one of my uncles set her up. I hope she actually uses her account. On my mom's side of the family, all of my uncles, aunts, and cousins have accounts, although not all of them use their accounts consistantly.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Checking In.

I hope everyone had a fantastic St. Patrick's Day. I am not the sort to go out on big drinking holidays (even before I was pregnant) so last night was low-key. Rob and I (along with my mother and her co-worker) volunteered serving dinner at a local women's homeless shelter. It was a really good experience. Only 2 hours of our time and everyone was very polite and appreciative.

My work has been crazy for the last few weeks. I feel so far behind and out of it, I am just waiting to get back to a comfortable feeling place. It takes a lot out of me and I really wish it didn't. I am so ready for the weekend.

And in other news, Rob and I have scheduled our 20 week appointment (the one with ultrasound!). If the baby is cooperating that day, we will know on April 13th if we have a son or a daughter. I have been having such a symptom-free pregnancy (minus some fatigue and sciatica) that it still doesn't feel real. This week we started to clean up our spare bedroom so that we can begin the transformation to nursery. That is pretty exciting. I have a basic color scheme in mind (slightly different accent colors for boy vs girl), and we would like to get the room painted in the next month so we can spend the rest of the pregnancy slowly putting it all together.

I feel like I should start doing more to document this time. For example, last week Rob and I went to a little in-store concert (Slim Cessna's Auto Club, our favorite Denver band), and I thought that it would be a good idea to document all the little things that I did while I was pregnant. Sort of a baby's first concert moment (although I think that was actually the 2nd or 3rd band we've seen play since I found out). And now that there is a good chance that the baby can hear our voices, Rob has started talking to him/her. I want to get it on video because it is adorable.

Okay, end to my randomness. My brain is fried this week.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

On Getting Old

In exactly one month, I will officially be closer to 30 than 20. The big 2-6. Which I know isn't exactly old, but it is in many ways much older than I feel. It is amazing how our inner dialogues don't seem to age like the rest of us.

I had the day off of work and it is actually very pleasant today, so I was in a very good mood as I left my house to run some errands. One of the items on my agenda was to pick up some dry cleaning and as the cleaners is located a stone's throw from my high school, I decided that I should drive past the school for old time's sake.

It is amazing what can change in the course of 8 years. The high school is still on the same lot, but the position and the structure are completely different from when I went there. They started to rebuild when I was sophomore or junior, but it wasn't until several years after I had graduated that it was completed. Driving past Arvada West, but a very different Arvada West is when it really hit me that this aging thing just isn't going to stop. The cd I was listening to was Punk-O-Rama 9, a cd that I consider one of my "newer" punk albums. Then I realized that I owned that particular cd since it came out in 2004.

For a moment I was a little sad and nostalgic for the "old" days, back when I thought I had it all figured out the whole world. And nothing seemed so important as going to concerts and hanging out with friends. Don't get me wrong, I was always a pretty responsible kid with a job and good grades, but back then I still had plenty of carefree days.

Now I am a married home-owner with a baby on the way. I work in human resources for a national laboratory. Such a different life than I ever thought I would have! But I am very lucky to have this life, to have an amazing husband and a good job in this economy. And I certainly don't feel like my life is over; far from it. But I do have to come to terms with the fact that my youth is no longer "stretched before me." I have traded limitless possibilities for a husband and a home and a child. I have made choices and have grown up just a little bit and while I am happy with my decisions, it is still a bit of a harsh reality. No denying that you are getting old when "young Hollywood" is several years younger than you (I am looking at you, Zac Efron).

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Tuesday Morning

This is what my morning looked like:

I get to work around 7, usually one of, if not the first. Here is my glorious cubicle.
See, no walls.


I painted my nails pink for once (OPI ElePhantastic Pink). Sunday night, not at work.

View from the windows at work.

Exciting morning, no?

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

The Greenest Office Building, like ever

My prison, uh, rather my office building, was featured in the Wall Street Journal yesterday. Just so you all know, it's not as glamorous as you may think, working in renewable energy. Someday you just want cubicle walls. And a space heater. And something to block the glare. And perhaps a parking lot that doesn't require a .8 mile shuttle ride. But I digress.

I don't mean to be negative because there is some really amazing technology that is being used but for an anti-social, chronically-cold person who wants to be on my way home EXACTLY at 5, not 5:22 after a nice leisurely shuttle ride, there are drawbacks to being environmentally-conscious.

Still very cool that we were in WSJ. It really would be nice to see other business embrace some of this technology/attitude because it really wasn't a huge adjustment, and my understanding is that it wasn't a huge cost either (compared to traditional new construction, that is). Obviously, like the article states, this building can't be reproduced in every climate, but there are bits and pieces that can be adapted almost anywhere.

Plus 50 years from now, I will totally look like I was a self-sacrificing pioneer for renewable energy's sake.

On a totally unrelated note, there is a camera crew here right now. I want to stare but they are panning all over the place. Right now! I need to know why!

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Benny is really more of a cat person

You know how people describe themselves or others as "cat people," or "dog people?" Rob and I have decided that Benny is just more of a cat person. He is stubborn and independent, likes sitting on high perches, especially in the sun, and generally has a "I'm too good for the floor." Literally.
He claimed our picnic bench as high throne last summer, but in the past few weeks, I had noticed that he had taken to standing with his hind legs on the bench and his front on the grill. In retrospect I realize that he was just making sure that the grill could support his weight, so at least mama raised a thinker. Saturday morning he decided to make his move. And behold, he accomplished his life long dream of being higher up than all the other dogs in the neighborhood. This truly was his defining moment, the apex of his existence. And best yet, there was no way that Czara would be able to fit up there with him.

Rob too was very impressed, although he did mention something about Benny ending up in the pound if he happened to break this very nice and expensive wedding present of ours. So I threatened Benny with his mortal enemy, water, and he acquiesed to his previous sitting place, the boring old picnic bench (it has a cover on it when not being used for now hopefully obvious reasons).

Still probably not going to VLV14

I'm in a digital photography class and I am starting to realize that creativity does not ooze well on demand. I usually have no problem taking tons of photos, but I have been having a hard time completing my assignments to my satisfaction. Last week our assignment was too create a photo essay about ourselves. My topic was "Why I am not going to VLV14." Just kidding, it was about the number one topic at my house these days.

That clothespin says love on it. My home computer settings read this photo as much lighter. It is the 8 week ultrasound pics. Only another 6 weeks to go until we get to see our baby again.

Me at 13.5 weeks. As I expressed to my class, while looking at my body in the mirror multiple times a day is nothing new to me, it is the first time in the decade that I don't feel disgusted or critical of what I see. Rob is a good model in the sense that he puts up with me telling him how horrible of a model he is.
Sophie, the first purchase we made for our baby.

Again, home computer read much lighter. We are slightly worried at what impact bringing home a baby will have on the dogs, especially my little baby Czara. Probably not a good sign that she has started growling at children on tv, although she is nothing but tolerant at kids in real life.

No more beer for me :(