Category: En Prego


Saturday, July 16th, 2011

I had every intention of kicking ass and completing the nursery this weekend.

But without her changing table and its ample storage space in place, we’re kind of at a standstill.  It’s supposed to be here on Tuesday (knock on wood), but it technically hasn’t shipped.  Wally World assigned it a tracking number yesterday yet FedEx still doesn’t have physical custody.  Grr.  I see you on the horizon, Mercury Retrograde, and I don’t like it one bit!

I’m going to run a couple errands to pick up some odds and ends tomorrow, but I have a feeling I’ll be spending a few weeknights shopping for those last items.

The good news is that we’ve picked her name!  Dan and I shook on it this morning.  For those of you in the know, SHHHH.  We’d like to keep it secret from here on out.  You tell and I’ll fake postpartum psychosis to spike your Tab with habanero juice!   On the nursery front, this that means I can order her wall letters from Etsy (either Dwelling Online or Laura Colley).

So instead of being super-productive, Season and I got pedicures and pizza.  We had every intention of going to A Woman’s Work, but they’ve nixed their weekend hours.  Only open weekdays from 9:00am to 5:00pm, they aren’t exactly working mom-friendly.  She then came over and did a Wiggle Room walk-through, pointing out the things we still need and those she found most useful for her 8 month old.

The rest of the afternoon was spent sitting on the couch with my Shrek  feet elevated, watching HGTV and working on my list o’ pediatric questions.  We won’t get to meet Wiggles’ pediatrician until after she’s born (kow), so I’m putting a list of questions in my bag.  It seems a little anal retentive, but I figure that if my brain is already this mushy, it’ll be much worse after giving birth.  Plus, I figure it’s a good test.  If she’s annoyed by my prepared list, she will not be Wiggles’ doctor.

Tomorrow I plan on cleaning up the stuff that I emptied from my office to make room for the nursery.  It involves over 10 years of files, tschotskes and just plain ole crap.

I wonder how much it would cost to rent a dumpster…

Ummm..Uhhh…Oh yeah!

Friday, July 15th, 2011

I am known for my crappy short-term memory.

Just ask my BFF and husband how many times I’ll walk into a store and ask “Now, why are we here again?” They’d probably give a figure in the bajillions. But this whole pregnancy thing? It’s taken my absent-mindedness to a whole new level and even led to some oddball side effects.

Speech: I’m convinced that the bigger I get, the less speech capacity I have. This past weekend, Dan and I were in the car as I talked away (as usual). I meant to say “body.” Instead, I said “bloddy.” This led to some fun twists on Mariah Carey’s “Tuts My Barreh.” Words. These days? Hard.

Hygiene: Prior to Wiggles, I’d wash my hair in my morning shower and then take a scalding bath at night to relax. With scalding baths being a preggo no-no, I added a quick second shower to my pre-sleep regimen. On Monday night, I’m in the shower, rinsing the shampoo from my hair when I realized “Crap, I just washed my hair.” I never wash my hair at night, but there I was with a head full of suds.

Cooking: On Tuesday night, Dan Egg’d up some burgers. My task was to put the sweet potato fries in the oven. I placed the fries on a cooking sheet and waited for the oven’s pre-heating alert to sound. When it did, I promptly set the oven timer to 20 minutes. Four minutes into baking, Dan walked in to see me cleaning the kitchen counter. That’s not uncommon. I’m a clean-as-I-go girl. He quickly pointed out that while I’d set the timer, I hadn’t put the fries in the oven. I was cleaning the counter around the fries without realizing they were right there.

I’m pretty sure a lot of this can be attributed to a recent lack of sleep. I spend the majority of my days in a fog. Two nights ago, I got a whopping 3 hours of sleep. I attribute that to a lackadaisical Barista who made me a fully-loaded Frappucino. I didn’t realize that was the case until I saw my receipt the next morning. You would’ve thought repeating the word “decaf” three times would’ve been enough… Next time, I’ll double check. Last night, I awoke at 4:00am and spent 30 minutes going over potential name combinations for Wiggles. Luckily, I was able to shut off my brain and return to sleep.

Maybe all of these happenings are just preparation for parenthood… Baby-talk like blabber, auto-pilot hygiene, missed meals and sleep deprivation.

We’ll see how long it takes before I walk into Wiggles’ nursery, pause and look befuddled only to see her point to her dirty diaper.

That’s why we’re here, mom” 😉

It’s a Dan!

Thursday, July 14th, 2011

Yesterday was choc full o’ obstetrical fun.

Dan and I started the morning with an 8:00am ultrasound appointment. The ultasound tech, Delia, kept saying “perfect” and pointing out all the good things. Wiggles has a good heart, functioning kidneys, a full bladder, solid breathing, a healthy weight (6 lbs and growing), defined lady parts (yay, she’s still a girl!) and a strong bones. And for the cherry on top? She’s no longer breech! (as I knock on an entire rainforest).

She wasn’t cooperating when it came time to get good face shots. She had her face smooshed up against my uterus.  We were able to get a few decent profile shots.  One in particular made me say out loud “She’s a (Dan’s last name here)!”  Delia looked cornfused. I explained she was a spitting image of her dad, who was still in the waiting room.  Wiggles has Dan’s chin and mouth. Sooocute. She may have my big forehead.  Sorry, Wiggles.  I’d really love to get a 4D sonogram to better see her features, but I figure we’ll see her soon enough.

That brings me to the afternoon appointment discussion. With Dr. F’s schedule so packed, her office set an 8:00am ultrasound and the Dr. F results follow-up at 2:00pm.  Dan and I went back to work in between and I returned solo.   He had meetings galore, and I knew this afternoon appointment involved waiting two hours for a five minute appointment.  I checked in at the front desk, walked my chart back and scanned the packed waiting room for where to park my butt. Before I could sit down, the nurse opened the door and called my name. Wahoo!

Dr. F briefly glanced at the ultrasound report’s first page, revealed that my Vitamin D levels were shockingly normal and took a Group Strep B culture. That’s when things started getting personal, what I call “all up in my bidness.”

I went into pregnancy with much dread of what I assumed would be endless series of embarrassing pelvic exams. Nope. With Dr. F, that’s not the standard procedure, so when I had to have one yesterday I was caught way off guard. After she’d done her thing, she nonchalantly proclaimed “She’s going to be early.”

Somehow I managed to get out the words “I need at least two more weeks.” Dr. F chuckled and said something like “Okay, you can have at least two weeks.” Whew! KNOCK ON WOOD

In that two weeks, I have to teach everyone at work what I do and get this house completely Wiggle-friendly.  In making way for The Wiggle Room, I gave up my “home office” and now my crap is strewn everywhere.  I need to tackle that asap.  I know it sounds weird, but I don’t Wiggles coming home to a mess.  It’s like how when I travel, I do a mad cleaning dash so I can return to a clean house and chill.

Plus, ya know, we want to make a good first impression. 🙂

Oh Sheet!

Tuesday, July 12th, 2011

I’ve been stalking my custom made-to-order Etsy crib bedding since it shipped last week.

It finally arrived today.  I happily snagged the oversized box from our new postal carrier, who distracted me from my mission with small talk.   When I replied to her due date question with “Exactly one month from today,” she said “NU-UH! You don’t look that far along!”  We’re going to be great friends.

Once she left, I ran to my desk and quickly opened my parcel, expecting trumpets to sound and joy to spring forth.  Yeah, that didn’t happen.  While the hot pink on light pink floral print looked awesome, the secondary fabric wasn’t what I expected.  Rather than a preppy pink and white lattice-like plaid print, it was more of a contemporary pattern of off-white, pink and brownish gray cubes.

Intending to send the seller a WTF inquiry, I immediately pulled up the original listing and compared it to a quick pic I snapped of the actual product.  The only difference was that mine was a hi-res close-up shot while hers was a tiny, detail-free online thumbnail.  In the end, I knew it was my fault for not requesting a more detailed photo or an actual fabric swatch.

I drove home in a sullen funk as I weighed my options: buy another crib bumper from the same seller or scrap the bedding all together and eBay or Craiglist it.  Neither of these options had much appeal.  I tried telling myself it was just bedding… it wasn’t like someone killed my childhood pet.  I dragged my Eeyore butt up the stairs and into The Wiggle Room.  I reluctantly assembled the components to see just how bad it would look.  When finished, I stepped back and came to the only obvious conclusion…

I was one hundred percent wrong.  It looks GREAT!  What was I thinking!?!

Oh, Wiggles, your mom is such a crackbaby.

Shopping ‘Til She Drops

Monday, July 11th, 2011

I’m convinced Amazon Prime owes me a toaster and BabySteals should send me a set of steak knives.

This past weekend, I went through our registries seeing which unpurchased items would be essential during the bambina’s first days.  I then compared prices and availability between Amazon, and Babies R Us.  Amazon Prime pretty much spanked the competition with its discounts, free shipping and no sales tax.  Within two days, Wiggles will have a rectal thermometer (I’m sure she’s thrilled) and a host of other items like diaper rash cream, bibs and wipes.  I tossed in an ItzBeen for Dan and me. I’m pretty much an old school paper chart maker, but the reviews on this puppy were stellar.

Then there were the splurges compliments of Heartsy, BabySteals and Amazon.   These items fall under the category of  “Ooh, that would be so handy dandy…”   Will these be totally necessary to her everyday care?  Nawsomuch. They’re more for my peace of mind as an accident-prone germ freak.

Better Life Cleaners (Heartsy, $20 for $47 worth of products).  Thanks to Season, I saw this deal.  You know by now that non-toxic cleaners get me giddy.  And I am O-kay with that.   I gleefully filled my cart with their cutely named products.  I figure if they work, fabulous!  If they don’t, well, I didn’t exactly blow Wiggles’ college fund.

SnuggleDry Apron Towel (Amazon, $49.98)  Yes, I paid almost $50 for a towel.  This was my crazy splurge that sat in my cart for two hours before I decided to take the plunge.  It started with me hunting for bamboo towels.  In addition to being a renewable resource, bamboo is a super-soft, extra-absorbent fabric.  That’s when I came across the SnuggleDry, the American version of the award-winning UK CuddleDry.   The apron-style allows you to use both hands to remove a wet, wiggling infant from the bathtub.   In the future, I think any additional towel purchases will be the Stay-Dry cotton version (Target, $21.99).

Itzy Ritzy Sitzy Shopping Cart/High Chair Cover (BabySteals, $27.99).  I’ve coveted an Itzy Ritzy cover since I first saw them on  But at prices ranging from $56.00-$70.00, there was no way in hell I’d pay that much.  I registered for a slightly less expensive Balboa.  If we didn’t get it, I would just find one on Etsy when she was old enough to need it.   Then the BabySteals cherubs sang out this morning and featured the Itzy Ritzy at half price.  I checked reviews to make sure it would fit all cart sizes and made the purchase.  Wiggles’ cutie bootie will never have to touch a skunky Target cart.  (As Dan rolls his eyes and thinks “Germ exposure is GOOD!”)  🙂

So there you have it….my weekend shopping spree.

And, yes, I am available for an intervention any day this week after 5:30pm.