Happy Anniversary!

Today is my first anniversary! But, since Tim works 1-10 today, we decided to celebrate officially tomorrow. So today all we did was get some coffee/hot chocolate and walk down by the waterfront. Plus I also gave Tim his gift - a book about racing cars (as per the first anniversary traditional gift of paper!).

Tomorrow we're going to drive up island somewhere and have a nice dinner out, just the two and half of us! Hopefully Miss.Feets is well behaved, and I can enjoy it all.

Today, I have been cleaning! I got everything on my list finished by 4pm, so I've moved onto the things which were not on my list. I'm prepping the baby's room so that we can put up a first coat of primer tomorrow morning. I've been on Tim to get the room all painted so that I can start my setting up/decorating part of the job.

I am noticing that house cleaning is much more difficult when you are pregnant! I get a sore back quickly, and out of breath, not to mention HUNGRY!

I think that I might have hamburger helper for dinner tonight! And some veggies. And if I didn't have gestational diabetes, I would also make up the cupcakes and cream cheese icing that are sitting in my cupboard. But since I do, I won't. Otherwise I would be very tempted to eat one. Or seven.

5 months down, 4 to go!

Sometimes it's hard to believe that I am over halfway done being pregnant, and sometimes it's easy to remember (like when I look down at my tummy, or a calendar!). I think that I dislike being pregnant. Not the "I have a baby growing in me" part of it. I like that part of it! But the part where my body is the safe haven for this baby.

I realized again how much I dislike that part when I went into the hospital on Tuesday morning with what turned out to be kidney stones. Kidney stones! as if I didn't have enough to worry about? We spent a total of 8 hours in emergency split between two trips. But thankfully I am feeling just fine now.

Tim was worried that it was something wrong with the baby. So it was nice to find out that it was a relatively harmless thing (as painful as it happened to be).

Baby names and baby book

Since we found out that we are having a girl we've been trying to figure out names and such. (Well, that's a lie. I've been picking out names since I was 13). We set up several rules for ourselves based on our mutual experiences in school, work, and life.

Rule #1
The name must be gender specific.
That means no Erin, Ashley, Jordan, or Toni/Tony.

Rule #2
The name must be one that is only spelled traditionally.
That means no Sarah/Sara/Cera, Ashley/Ashleigh/Ashlie, or any name in which you could put a "y" or an "ie" in the place of normal vowels.

Rule #3
The name must be one which when read is obvious of how to pronounce, and which when heard is obvious of how to spell.
This rule does get a bit redundant with the other rules, but it pretty much means if we DID choose Sarah, that is how we would spell it.

Rule #4
The name must be a traditional name.
This one means that we won't choose a trendy name, or a name with an ethnic base other than roughly our own. For example, Tiffany was a trendy name 20 years ago. Now it is not.

and finally...

Rule #5
The name must pass the "waiting room test."
This is a simple test you can do yourself! When you are sitting in a waiting room for something, doctor, dentist, etc, listen to the name that they call out, and see if it would fit for anyone in the room. What it comes down to for us is does the name work for any age? While "Honey" is a cute name for a baby/child, it does not work for a 45 year old woman. While "Agatha" works well with a 65 year old woman, it does not work for anyone much younger.


I know we seem a bit ridiculous, but after all the name choices, and vetoes (I vetoed Emily, he vetoed Lucy - for breaking rule #5) we have come down to our choice....

Evelyn.

"Medical" leave

As of last week I am finished with work. I am on what is considerd medical leave. This encompasses several different things. But we'll be leaving it vague for now.

I haven't been at work since last Wednesday. Which is really only 3 shifts that I've missed. But I miss it. I miss the kids so much. I was in the toy store today shopping for Ben's birthday present (how he managed to sneak by and be five I'll never know) when I saw a toy that I knew one of our little boys would have loved. I miss all the different personalities, and the sweet and pure caring that they gave. I miss the gentle swarm of hands asking to "pet the baby" a.k.a. rub my pregnant tummy.

As for pregnancy? Maybe it's the stress of leaving work suddenly, but I haven't been feeling great this week. Achy, sore, uncomfortable. I keep telling myself that this HAS to be the biggest I'll get. That there isn't any more ROOM for me to grow more. But deep down I know it's a lie.

Don't stop believing

I am on a quest... for the perfect kareokee song to sing for my bride-to-be friend Sarah. It's her bachelorette party this Saturday and she has chosen to hit the pub for some local talents singing and preforming. And since I recently downloaded and watched the entire first season of glee in four days I am reminded of how much fun I used to have singing in choir. Or listening to the Wellington Choir (because, lets face it, they were always the best.)

In other news, I do not like engraved items. How can you possibly ever do anything with it except throw it out? Maybe I am not a fan of the brushed silver picture frame with gem surrounded hearts spelling me and my husbands names. Did my mother in law ever think of that? No. But there it sits on my computer desk... I can see fingerprints on it. Yuck.

the sweeping insensitivity of this still life

I have sensed a change. A deffinite change inside my head. I was at work today, and sometimes when things get a bit crazy for a particular person they will take a mental health bathroom break. Which is understandable. In our feild of work there is something about certain children that make you want to beat the crap out of their parents. (Why oh why anyone can have children with no regulations regarding who drives me crazy!)

So anyways. Today I was feeling like I wanted to take a mental heath bathroom break and I had the thought that instead I should pray. Pray for guidance. Pray for strength. Pray for the knowledge that these children needed something from me to learn good.

I didn't do it. I thought about it. But didn't. Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don't. I still have an issue with the idea of Jesus.

I also realized a change. I heard that someone I knew might be pregnant. Someone who deserved it. Who will be a wonderful mother. And I was happy. Is this because I am on my pregnant path, or because I'm just a better person?

Oh, What a night!

I've been doing some music discovering lately. I had several months where I just listened to my old stale music. But thanks to the very convienient digital radio we get with our cable package I am exposed to new music. Particularily, Paramore and Marina and the Diamonds. Now I do realize Paramore isn't new to me at all. But Marina and the Diamonds certainly are. So there.

I also have rekindled my love for the oldies by downloading some Frankie Vallee and the Four Seasons. We saw a cover group on the honeymoon and both loved it! (www.ohwhatanighttribute.com if you are interested. See them, they are worth it!).

News.. Married life is just the same as non-married life. Except for the fact that I still am amazed that we're actually married. It is truly weird to look at Tim and see a shiny ring on his finger. It's also weird getting used to a new last name. New signature, new initials, new everything! You don't realize how second nature a signature/initial signing is untill you sign the old one when you should sign the new one.

We are currently in the middle of month one of no MTX. Five and a half more months to go :s I've already noticed a difference in my wrists and ankles. I'm hoping this isn't a sign of things to come later on. But the baby at the end of this all will make it better!

Daycare annecdote for the post: NONE! Today was my day off!