I am starting to realize that listening to JB & Sandy is giving me some great material for posting to my blog. This morning they were sharing songs that took them to a happy place. Songs that brought back memories from a simpler time. So it got me thinking about what I would consider my happy place song. The first thing I thought of was "Celebration" by Kool & the Gang. I vividly remember Vincent playing it on his record player and the 3 of us dancing around in the hall getting ready for a Mardi Gras parade. To this day, you cannot go to a Mardi Gras ball without hearing this song at least once.
Another song that brings back some great memories is "The Devil Went Down to Georgia" by the Charlie Daniels band. This was a party song for us in college. Many nights we could be found in a field or on the side of a dirt road in the middle of nowhere standing around a bonfire singing this song at the top of our lungs. Granted most everyone was three sheets to the wind at that point but suddenly we all turned into old school rednecks. Fun times.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
The Background Story
I have been intending to tell the story about the night I found out I was pregnant but I just haven't gotten around to it. So, here we go! I noticed around Thanksgiving that I was feeling well. I was tired and queasy but I didn't think much of it because I was busy getting ready to host Thanksgiving and I just assumed it was from the stress of the preparations. The odd thing was my coffee that I had been my life line getting to work in the mornings had started to taste weird. But again, I didn't think much of it because I had been drinking more coffee than normal and I thought I had just gotten tired of it. Never once did it cross my mind that I might be pregnant. On November 30th after I had posted my final NaBloPoMo post and watch an episode of Life Unexpected where the lead character announced her pregnancy, I realized I was late again and thought it might not hurt to take a test just in case.
Minutes later, I was staring at a plus sign convinced that I was reading the directions wrong. There was no way I could be pregnant. The plus sign came up too fast and that had to be the indicator line. So...I freaked out...a lot. And ran to the computer because Chris was already at work and I was hoping he would get online so I could tell him. He was not. So I sent him a text instead. Then I decided I needed to take another test to make sure the first one wasn't wrong.
Test number two did the same thing. Positive right away. I knew then it was true. I was definitely pregnant. I sent Chris another text. After all, that has to be the best way to tell your husband you are pregnant, right?!?
Minutes later, I was staring at a plus sign convinced that I was reading the directions wrong. There was no way I could be pregnant. The plus sign came up too fast and that had to be the indicator line. So...I freaked out...a lot. And ran to the computer because Chris was already at work and I was hoping he would get online so I could tell him. He was not. So I sent him a text instead. Then I decided I needed to take another test to make sure the first one wasn't wrong.
Test number two did the same thing. Positive right away. I knew then it was true. I was definitely pregnant. I sent Chris another text. After all, that has to be the best way to tell your husband you are pregnant, right?!?
I was so excited I could barely sleep that night. I couldn't wait to share the news. I had already sent a text to a friend who responded as soon as she woke up the next morning. While texting back and forth with her, I took test number 3 because it is always best to test first thing in the morning. I knew what the result would be but it was getting to be fun seeing the positive results. The picture above is the first thing Chris saw on his phone when he got off work that morning. I called him as soon as I knew he was out and he said, "So, you have something you want to tell me?" I asked him to bring home one more test so we could take one together. This time I wanted a digital one that actually said the words.
There it was in bold letters, "Pregnant." Yep, I was definitely going to have a baby. It was a crazy and exciting night and I was still completely freaked out and shocked by the whole thing. At least it makes for a fun story that I may or may not tell my kid one day.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
13 Weeks
I reached 13 weeks today which means I am in my last week of the first trimester. And that, my friends, is something to be celebrated. I am hoping it means no more morning sickness and more energy soon. I have already noticed some improvement in both those areas. However, thanks to my ever growing belly, my days of sleeping on my stomach are over for the next 6 months (at least). The problem is that I have always been one of those people who can only get a full night's rest when sleeping in one particular position. In this case, on my stomach. So I am having serious issues getting comfortable which means I am having serious issues getting sleep.
In many ways, I am still getting used to the idea of being pregnant and becoming a mother. I think for so long I believed this would never happen to me so it still seems like a foreign concept. Chris laughs at me every time I walk past a mirror or window where I can see my reflection. I can't get over the fact that I look pregnant. It was a good thing I didn't try to hide this until the first trimester came to an end. The baby had other ideas. Apparently, it decided there wasn't enough room to stay tucked away for long. I have been in maternity pants since the weekend after I found out I was pregnant (almost 7 weeks) and I started showing somewhere around 9 weeks. I told Chris I wanted to start showing so people would know and not think I was just fat. Well, Baby listened.
In many ways, I am still getting used to the idea of being pregnant and becoming a mother. I think for so long I believed this would never happen to me so it still seems like a foreign concept. Chris laughs at me every time I walk past a mirror or window where I can see my reflection. I can't get over the fact that I look pregnant. It was a good thing I didn't try to hide this until the first trimester came to an end. The baby had other ideas. Apparently, it decided there wasn't enough room to stay tucked away for long. I have been in maternity pants since the weekend after I found out I was pregnant (almost 7 weeks) and I started showing somewhere around 9 weeks. I told Chris I wanted to start showing so people would know and not think I was just fat. Well, Baby listened.
Monday, January 17, 2011
What would you do?
Last week, the guys on the morning show that I listened to on the way to work posed the question, "What would you do if your boss came to and said we will continue to pay you your salary for the next 30 years but you don't have to come to work anymore?" The answers from those on the show mostly focused on their hobbies and getting back into activities they haven't done in a while. And the question got me thinking. What would I do? Would I be able to stay home with my child and focus my energy on that? Growing up, I was never a career driven person. I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. I changed majors 4 times in college because nothing worked for me. And even when I decided on a major, it wasn't because I enjoyed it. It was because I was good at it. For those who knew me well, my attending graduate school was shocking. It just wasn't me but at the time I didn't know what else to do and I wanted to make sure I was in the best position to be able to take care of myself. I am envious of my husband who has a job he loves. I have always wanted to be able to say that but I have never loved a job that I have had. I feel like I am stuck on a career path that I don't want to be on only because I didn't have a lot of choices in college and ended up with something that work. So, yes, if given the opportunity to stay home, I would take it. I would to be able to be there for my child the same way my mom was there for me when I was growing up. But unfortunately, that won't happen for me. So instead I have to be the best mom I can be in the few hours a day I will be able to spend with my baby.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Editor's Note
From this point forward, the artist formerly known as The Sheriff shall here by be referred to as Chris. After all, that is his name and most of the people reading this blog already know who he is. And I am lazy and tired of having to using my brain to remember to type in a nickname instead of his name.
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