>> Friday, November 21, 2008
One day I want a cat as cool and "clean" as this one:
One day I want a cat as cool and "clean" as this one:
It's YARDSNACKER's birthday!!
Happy birthday love.
Now this has nothing to do with anything but it's a video my sister sent and it had me rolling. Tears even! Maybe you'll find it funny or maybe not but thought I'd share anyway and this way I can watch it whenever I need a good chuckle.
To start, thank you all who've left many well wishes and supportive comments on the news of our expanding family. You truly are the best. Many of you have asked how I'm feeling these days so here's an update:
Everything on the pregnancy front is GOOD! Can't complain much really. No morning sickness for this girl however I've had my fair share of bloatiness (I know not a real word). Too often I have that feeling of I'm (sorta) hungry but nothing sounds good. Hubby helps me out (a lot!!!) making sure I'm getting food in my tummy. It's not easy sometimes I'm sure because when I do eat I feel so full. Ridiculously full. Other times though, gimme food! ha ha! But really things have been going really well.
And for those wondering, I haven't been strict with my diet as far as being vegan or vegetarian although many times it is vegetarian but other things that aren't so vegan sometimes find their way onto my plate. But I'm also not going about with the mentality of "eating for two" (it's not even possible anyway!) or eating burgers and fried fat. Bleh. We are still trying to keep it healthy, which usually includes something raw and just going with the flow. Maybe as my appetite improves I'll do more raw and less cooked but for now it's whatever baby dictates.
Trips to the doc (midwife) have been positive. We're going to an awesome birthing center with great great people. I mean everyone is so nice, including the other "clients" (they don't call us patients). They take their time with you at each appointment and answer all your questions without feeling rushed. And they do what you want to do with your pregnancy and birth, which is very comforting.
They completed my lab work this last time and everything came back A-OK except for my iron levels. Way too low. No surprise really. First, most people who know me know my iron levels are on the low side to begin with. Some of you might be familiar with my blood donating attempts and having low iron posted here and here. And second, being pregnant...well, if I wasn't getting enough iron to begin with then being pregnant I'm certainly not getting enough now that I need more. Ugh! Even before we knew this outcome, Sam's been wonderful making me meals that are rich in iron so lots o'spinach and other greens (kale anyone?). But to ensure I'm truly getting enough iron I took the advice of my midwife and picked up some liquid iron. Not exactly tasty but not offensive either. And hey, it's all plant-based and easy on the body.
Now we're working on making sure I'm getting enough protein. Hubby just picked up some hemp protein powder so we'll be incorporating that into both of our diets actually. I don't think I was one who needed a lot of protein daily before pregnancy but now I do.
So many things to remember or be mindful of now that you have to think about the life growing inside you. Making sure you get enough iron and protein and taking your prenatals, getting enough sleep or rest, eating. Again, so so so thankful for hubby. He is my gem and I'd be helpless without him. I love you honey - more and more every day. I think my heart is about to burst!
So at my last appt, we got to hear little babe's heartbeat! Oh my gosh! Didn't go there expecting that to happen but wow, can't even describe the emotions I felt. I was overwhelmed. It was beautiful and special. We only got to hear a few beats here and there as baby was moving around not liking the intrusion.
I want to give a special shout out of thanks to my beautiful SIL and sweet Angela for their gifts to me. These books will keep me busy and well-informed - I need all the help I can get! So thank you ladies! I love you! Also, another shout out of thanks to Annie. You are a dear and very thoughtful as well. Much love to you!
Here's a post I'd been working on for awhile (er, 3 weeks) before life started going in every which way so I'm finally getting around posting - it is more for my own purposes than for you to feel obligated to follow along. Feel free though! Just don't let your head slam on your keyboard.
Earlier this month (it's been three weeks now), hubby dropped me off at the airport so I could spend a few days visiting my family in AZ.
It'd been quite awhile since I've flown anywhere, which means even though I was aware of the various security measures in place at all airports I had never experienced many of them until now. Actually, it was no biggie placing 3 oz. or less liquids in a quart-sized ziploc bag or taking off my shoes at each security check-point except they were just annoying. It's amazing how one person can ruin easy traveling for the rest of us (actually it's amazing how one person can spoil a lot of things for the rest of us...).
The part that got me was where I needed to go in each airport. I seriously needed someone to hold my hand and help me because apparently all intelligence was left at home or maybe that's by design of the airports. Seriously, where were the arrows pointing me in the right direction every step of the way? Gotta take a bus here or a train here or a train there...When hubby dropped me off I stepped in a very busy line marked for my airline noticing I was in self-check in - it was where all the cool kids were so it must be right, right? Except I wanted a real person to work with to make me feel reassured but didn't that sort of line. So when it became my turn I stepped up to the kiosk and instantly felt like an idiot. It's asking for info that I wasn't sure I had. I stood there looking at the screen feeling completely lost. I tried entering some numbers or codes I thought it was asking but getting nowhere and taking up time. Finally, after some time and picking up the customer service phone the woman who first directed me to this machine saw I was still at the kiosk and asked how she could help. She noticed that what I had in my hands were paper tickets. Ugh! How could I have been so clueless? So she got me in the right line to speak with a live person, not a computer. Once I had my boarding pass I felt confident again until I reached security. What? I really have to take off my shoes? But they're tied in a double knot! I'm trying to be cool and nonchalant like I've done this before but what ended up happening is I left my boarding pass in my bag which is now on one conveyor belt and my jacket they asked me to remove is on another then they ask for my boarding pass which of course isn't in my hands. Another UGH! So one security guard is yelling to another to check for my pass and ID while I'm trying to gather all my stuff from two lines and not hold anyone else up. I'm sure they sighed or rolled their eyes but finally I'm in the clear and on my way.
The flight to pit stop #1 (Denver) was uneventful. The way airplane rides should be. :) Do any of you know how BIG the Denver airport is??? Sheesh. Took a train to get to my gate for my next flight, which was in the deepest darkest farthest point of the airport. For plane ride #2, I was going to be taking a small plane. One I've never been on before. Should I be scared? All I can say is it's a good thing I'm not claustrophobic. What a shock it was to walk up those dinky steps and see how teeny the plane is inside. Okay, back up. Beep beep beep beep. I'm getting ahead of myself. While waiting for my next plane, which was supposed to leave at 2PM, it became apparent this wasn't to be. We were told there was no crew (ground crew? flight crew?) so we would probably take off at 3:10PM. Hmm...okay, so called my parents: I'll be late. Then 3:00 came and went. The next update was they had a pilot but we still had to wait. Another call to my folks: I'm still late. The guy sitting near me in the waiting area told me he had been waiting for this flight since 7PM the night BEFORE! Poor guy. I felt guilty for getting impatient at that point. This guy had to spend the night at the airport because nothing was open and he had no vouchers. Then he was supposed to be on the next flight at 11AM but they overbooked it then he was waiting for the same 2PM one, which was late. How maddening. I felt so sorry for him. Finally, at about 4PM we were able to board but because someone else took my assigned seat I got to sit at the exit. I was an important person now. In charge of tearing out the window in case of an emergency. They ask if you're okay sitting there and able to handle the responsibility. No, I don't mind sitting here - it just means I'm out first! ;) Once we were all boarded and belted in we taxied F-O-R-E-V-E-R. Not sure how long we taxied since I fell asleep waiting. It must've been 30-40 mins (or more?). I kept thinking we would run out of gas just idling. Well, and wouldn't you know it? It starts to rain. So I got to experience it all: a rainy commute in a small aircraft. I'm glad hubby got me some earplugs because it's so noisy on those planes plus it blocked out the rain beating the windows. Made for a bumpy ride. Only a couple times did my stomach meet my heart. Thankfully we landed at our destination (brief pit stop in NM) to drop off a few people and fuel up again to continue our last bit. For me, the next stop was my last stop but for a family on the same flight they were trying to make a connecting flight shortly after landing. However due to the storm and some FAA regulations (something to do with the amount of hours the pilots had already racked up) they canceled all flights leaving that tiny airport. Sad thing is these people were headed to a funeral the next day. Fortunately, everything worked out as they were able to rent a car to drive the 3+ hours to Phoenix. So yeah, we finally made it to our destination in one piece. A little bumpy and noisily but on the ground at last.
By the time I arrived inside the airport I was only three hours late. :| I noticed it was chilly when I stepped off the plane too - like Seattle cold. Big hugs from my parents and then off we went for home. My parents were so sweet to stop at the store on the way and pick up some goodies for me (lots of salad fixin's and fruit). It was dark out now so not much to see on the way home.
Pic of my parents' dog, Sofie. Now she's got the life. :D
The next day we visited and relaxed at home for the most part with a little drive around their neighborhood. It was still a little chilly out but I could see blue sky. That made me happy.
On Monday, my dad and I went on a little hike near their home to check out the petroglyphs. A lot of them are hard to read now but still there along with modern-day ones. hee hee! Hiking around this area is so cool because of the many rainbow colored rocks and many interesting ones too. And of course, the wildlife. My dad quickly spotted some petrified wood, which I took home. I'd show you a pic of it but unfortunately, towards the end of this trip my camera decided to quit working so it's in the shop as I type this. Anyway, if you're lucky and blessed with a sharp eye you'll find the petrified wood and possibly pieces of old pottery all over in those hills. My dad showed me his collections of both. They are amazing!
Can you believe that cactus pear grows wild here? It's everywhere.
And their backyard is a little zoo with all different kinds of birds, squirrels and skunks hanging around. Yes, skunks. Although, I only saw one as it was running across their patio. Fortunately no stinkies from him. I was entertained by the squirrels stuffing their mouths then burying their food I'm sure to only forget where they buried it.
There's also some crazy bugs (and leapin lizards!) hanging around: