Wednesday Wish List...(a day late)

If you don't believe that a fetus can suck the brain cells from unsuspecting pregnant women, I have proof that it is indeed a true and real phenomenon. I like to refer to it as placenta dementia. I think it has a nice ring to it, don't you? I'm considering contacting the medical community to get some recognition on this. I think it's the least they can do really.

But, I digress. I went through the entire day yesterday thinking that it was Tuesday. I had no reason to believe it was Tuesday. Our schedule is very different on Tuesday than it is on Wednesday. On Tuesdays, we work from 9 to 6. On Wednesdays, we work from 8 to 5. On Tuesdays, Will goes to Jenny's house during the day. On Wednesdays, he goes to daycare. So, one would think that I would have caught on to the fact that it was Wednesday when I had to wake up early and drop Will off at daycare. But no. I sat here all day long, thinking it was Tuesday and saying to myself, "Tomorrow I'll post this wish list." Duh. *blush* There has to be some type of medication for this disorder. This is another thing I'll mention in my letter to the experts.

So here it is, the Wednesday....errr....Thursday wish list. Enjoy!

I think this angel wall clock is about the sweetest, cutest, loveliest, (insert other nice adjectives here) clock I've ever seen. I want it. I don't know if Rob would let me have it, but I want it. Bad. Hint, hint, honey. I'm not one for subtlety.


I think this Rose Tabletop clock is just beautiful. It looks old and vintage, and reminds me of the style I would love for my home if I had free decorating reign. Then I remember that I live with two boys and give up that dream. My reality is way better than a clock anyway.


I would have a much easier time convincing Rob to put this Retro Clock in our house. Wood (rather than delicate white roses) is more his cup of tea.


I love the design of this Orange Albero clock. Will I ever spend $350 on a clock though? Ummm...no. Not unless I win the lottery. Though I think to win the lottery, you actually have to play it. Sigh.



And of course, a wish list wouldn't be complete without at least one Etsy find. Therefore, behold the Pendulum clock from UnCommon's Etsy store. There are lots of cool clocks in this store, but (after much deliberation) this is my fave. I love the design and the pale blue color.


I made this list yesterday, and I now realize that the clock that would best serve me is probably one that has the time AND day of the week on it. I'll be in search for one of those so that my wish list doesn't fall late again.

Almost the weekend....

L

Anger

I think of myself as a pretty calm and reasonable person. I am not someone who is quick to anger or short tempered by any means. Most of the time, I just go with the flow and feel like I have a pretty level and diplomatic head. Of course, I have my own personal beliefs and opinions on certain issues, but I pride myself in being respectful about the choices that others make for themselves even when our views don't necessary align alongside one anothers. In general, I guess I just happen to believe in the goodness of most people. I belong to the school of thought that the vast majority of the people out there are like me, just doing their best and trying to get it right as they go. We all make mistakes. Not one of us is perfect. But, I honestly believe that we are trying, scraping, struggling, fighting to do the right thing every day. I believe in the goodness of people.

So, when I read something like this, the anger starts to swell inside me. As I read the article while eating my morning bowl of Cheerios, I literally felt the heat rising in my face. I felt a sickness setting into my stomach. I felt sad. I felt disgusted. And there was the anger again. I guess I've been a bit naive, because I honestly didn't know/realize that abortions of this caliber are legal in the US. I think about how active Will was in my belly by the end of the second trimester and the beginning on the third. He was a person then. He had his own personality already. He was as stubborn to move once he got into a comfortable spot then as he is now at 2 & 1/2 years old. He had hiccups. He stretched his little arms and flexed his toes and sucked his thumb. He yawned. His heart beat faster than mine ever will. And that, I suppose, is why I feel such a deep sense of loss, sadness, and unbridled rage when I hear that a doctor in this county is willing to dismember a child who already has their own beautiful and unique qualities. That a physician who took an oath to "first do no harm" would nonchaulantly talk about how he supposes the babies were still alive as he was pulling their limbs apart, because "I can see the fetal heartbeat on the ultrasound."

I can't even say anymore. I have been shaking my head over this all day.

L

I Want My Daddy!

This is Will's new favorite thing to say. It comes out of his mouth at least 57 times a day. If he needs a diaper change, "I want my daddy!" Someone to open his granola bar, "I want my daddy!" Put his shoes on, "I want my daddy!" Get him out of bed in the morning, "I want my daddy!" The list goes on. He's been doing this for a few days now, and as much as I'd love to just take advantage of not having to change dirty diapers or get out of bed in the morning to go get him from his crib, the truth is, it hurts my feelings a bit.

Don't get me wrong, I am overjoyed that Will loves his daddy. I love that they have a close bond and that he is so attached to him. He has fun with Rob. He knows that he can depend on him. His daddy is capable of helping him with whatever he needs. That makes me happy. That makes me proud. However, the mom in me just wants to say him, "Hey kid, I pushed you out of my vagina! I think I can put your sock on!" Okay, so maybe that's not entirely accurate since I had a c-section, but still, he was there, in my stomach, kicking around like a kangaroo. Maybe something like, "Hey kid, I had you pulled from a big gaping hole in my stomach!" would be more appropriate? Though, that might give him terrible nightmares, at which point he would wake up screaming, "I WANT MY DADDY!!" And I'd only have myself to blame.

Happy weekend!
L

Wednesday Wish List

I can't believe it's Wednesday. This week has been so long, I could swear it's Sunday and time to get ready for church. I had a terrible day on Monday and ended up going to my OB, because I felt so sick. Erring on the side of caution, he gave me another ultrasound and I was able to see the little bean hanging out in there, heart just a' fluttering. It was as amazing the second time as it was the first and Rob was with me at this visit, so it was extra special since he got to share it with me. I was riding high after that appointment, and then I got put back in my place last night with a terrible head cold. I've lost count as to how many times I've blown my nose today, but I can tell you this, if nose blowing could kill someone, I would be out tombstone shopping right now. Since, to my knowledge, you can't die of a runny nose, I sucked it up and went online shopping for the Wednesday Wish List instead. I have to say, it was a lot more fun than picking out a tombstone.

The list today consists of vases. It's summer time and there are a plethora of beautiful flowers out there waiting to be assembled in beautiful vases. Here are some of my faves.

These Cameron Silhouette Face vases are modern and fun. Maybe a bit on the freaky side too, but I still like em. Is it just me, or do they look like they might attack each other? Or maybe make out? Are they in love? Do they know each other? These are the things you consider when your body is flooded with hormones and being pregnant takes over your sensibilities. It's known as preggo brain. Don't laugh. It can happen to you.

These Porcelain Hay vases by Anne Black are handmade, which means each one is unique. I love that the design on each vase is made from a silkscreen print. That's talent. I would love to see this designer in action.



This black and white floral vase from LAMA is so simple, but I think that's the beauty of it. It's got a hip and funky quality to it as well. I just love it. Don't stare at it too long though. It kind of starts to become an optical illusion. Or maybe, I've just taken too much Claritin.

How sweet and delicate is this Little Birdie...All Alone vase?? Red Hot Pottery's Etsy shop has many beautiful designs, so it was hard to pick just one. Vases this pretty don't even need flowers.


Last but not least, is this long wall vase in turquoise. Not only do I adore turquoise, but I like the idea of flowers hanging on the wall. It's fun. It's cool. It's different.



Well, that wraps things up for today. I'm going to go look for my nose now. I think it fell off in that last Kleenex.

Signed,
Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer

Eight

Today marks the start of week eight in my pregnancy, which means I have six more weeks until the first trimester is over. "I think I can. I think I can. I think I can. I think I can." I've found myself saying this over and over again lately. It's my first trimester mantra. This pregnancy has been much harder than my last one. And by harder, I mean, if I had gone through this in my first pregnancy, Will would be an only child. With him, everything was a breeze. I had the occasional sick tummy, but I never threw up. All in all, I felt really good. I was tired, but it was manageable. Back then, I didn't have another child to care for and I could go to bed at 7:30pm if my body told me to. I could pull my car over in a church parking lot on the drive home from work and take a little power nap if need be. This time, however, I don't really have that luxury. I have responsibilities. Dinner still has to be made. Will still needs a bath. Dinosaur puzzles need to be put together. Trucks have to be raced. Bedtime stories need to be read. And no, four books is not enough, Mommy! "I find another book." Insert pure exhaustion.

I will say this though, I'm very lucky to have a husband who helps A LOT. And the wonderful thing about Rob is that he doesn't look at it as though he's helping me. He looks at it as part of his duties as an equal parent in our household and he just does his share. He cooks, he cleans, he changes diapers, he sings penguin songs to Will every night. He's my hero. I've listened to so many of my friends talk about how their husbands won't help them around the house, and don't really participate with their kids. This makes me sad, because it does seem as though some men out there really still look at this whole parenthood thing as something that the woman should be in charge of. And if she happens to ask for help, there's a lot of moaning and sighing and acting as though you're putting him out. I love that Rob fits into the category of men who actually want to be a part of the process. And, of course, there are times when Will walks out and says, "I went poo poo," and Rob and I rush to yell, "NOT IT!" but all in all, we're in this thing together. That makes me know that having another child with him is not only okay, it's incredible.

L

Wednesday Wish List

It's amazing how much longer the week seems when you spend the majority of it trying to will yourself not to puke. It's been a rough one, to say the least, so putting together today's list was a fun departure from the norm. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: This list is another list of randoms. Focusing too hard on one particular thing makes me nauseated, so I'm all over the place in an effort to keep my breakfast down. My apologies.

I'm going to have to blame my hormones for this first pick, because there is absolutely no reason for me to want a mug. I don't drink coffee or tea or any kind of mug beverage, but this Strawberry Crush mug almost makes me want to. If for no other reason but to bring it in to work and look all cute sipping out of it. A girl can dream.


I love sitting outside on the porch in the summer time, but I hate having to turn the porch light on. Bugs swarming around head does not equate to relaxing in my book. So, I think a couple of these Kilner Sun Jars would be the perfect addition to any porch. You can enjoy the nice soft glow of the light without have to swat at your ankles. Sign me up.


I had something similar to this product on my Mother's Day list, but I really prefer this Egg Sprout kit, because you get more for your money and it's just cuter. (Sorry UnCommon Goods, but I speak the truth.) I really would love one of these for my desk.


I have been wearing the same necklace for the past 10 years almost. I bought it for myself on the eve of the Millennium, because I was going through a lot and I wanted to make a statement. The necklace says, "Never Look Back" and I never take it off. I am ready for a change though, because well, I've changed. I think this Cherish Your Children necklace is just what I need to replace my beloved charm.



And rounding out today's list is an adorable set of bowls from Urban Outfitters. I adore the color of these graphic Eiffel Tower bowls. They are so crisp and dainty. I can just picture myself eating my cereal from these each morning. Ahhhhh!


Hold on tight. T-minus 2 days till the weekend can begin.

L

Second Time for Everything

A few months back, I saw an advertisement at my gym for a research study through Vanderbilt. They are recruiting participants who are actively trying to conceive or are up to 9 weeks pregnant. I did some research on the research study, and decided it was something I was interested in doing. Basically, you answer questions about your pregnancy, your diet, your exercise, your sleeping habits, etc., and they provide free pregnancy tests, ultrasounds and monetary compensation along with gift cards that can be used for the new baby. Plus, you get the satisfaction that you are helping in some small way by allowing these Dr's to delve into your pregnancy and the outcome. Pretty awesome stuff all around.

I've had a couple of phone interviews in the past couple months and now that I'm pregnant, today was my first visit to them for an early ultrasound in the 6th week. I'm 6 weeks 6 days today, so we just barely squeaked it in before the 7th week starts. Unfortunately, it was a trans-vaginal ultrasound, which if you aren't familiar with, is exactly what it sounds like. It's not the most comfortable thing in the world, but hey, neither are contractions, so I think all of this is designed on purpose to build up your tolerance to pain and awkwardness before you get to the finish line. I just know it's part of the divine plan.

I sat down with a very nice lady who asked me several questions about how I have been feeling with this pregnancy. She was checking boxes off as I answered the questions, so I'm hoping there were boxes labeled "LIKE ABSOLUTE CRAP", "TOO CONSTIPATED TO SIT DOWN", and "SLEEPS WITH EYES OPEN." She couldn't really give me any advice on how to curb my morning/all day sickness and nausea, but I figured since my Dr. isn't really offering any great solutions, I wouldn't find much help here either.

What they were able to give me, however, was the first glimpse of my baby. I stared at the screen intently, searching for the heartbeat. She zoomed in. I couldn't see it. Zoomed some more. Wait, there it is! Beating like crazy. Beating strong and fast. I exhaled and felt a wave of relief wash over me. She told me the heart beat is at 139 beats per minute and that everything looks good. It's all really happening now. You would think I would have realized this when I'm losing my Raisin Bran in the toilet, but there's nothing like seeing the pitter patter of that heartbeat to really seal the deal.

Wonderful.


Have a great week!
L