Merry Christmas ... a few days late

Merry Christmas! I hope that your holiday was filled with loving moments and fond memories. You'll have to excuse me for not sending out cards this year; time got away from me, and since we didn't have much to report about the year (I mean, aside from the pregnancy), I just thought I'd skip the cards this year. Besides.... there will be baby announcements in a couple of months...

Since we spent Thanksgiving with my family, we shared Christmas with Scott's. And oh what a Christmas it was! There were plenty of loving moments and fond memories were definitely made (and some not-so-fond ones, too). Our 20-month-old niece Kate certainly kept us busy and laughing; she is one smart little girl. Her vocabulary is rather impressive, too. (Though I'm sure this isn't the case, at one point I was confident Kate said "cadaver" and "harpoon". Of course, why would she know such words? Still, it's amusing to think that's what she said.) Scott teases that Kate's going to know him as "mean old Uncle Scott" since he kept her from having her own way not once, but twice. The first time he caught her climbing upstairs to see Grandma, who was in bed resting. Scottt promptly snagged her from the steps and then blocked them with a gate; to hear Kate cry, though, you'd have thought Scott had done something horrible to her! Then, the next day, Scott blocked her in the family room while Grandma was on the phone in the kitchen. Again, it was just temporary, but boy, Kate did not like it! (Evidence of Kate's smarts: After Scott blocked her in, I sat with her on the floor to look at a book, which quieted her down. Scott remained in the doorway, though. As soon as he moved, Kate popped up off the floor and dashed toward the kitchen. She's a clever one!)

The not-so-fond moments included Mel (Grandma) and Scott both getting the stomach virus. Poor Mel was sick on Christmas day, so she spent most of her time resting. Thankfully, she was rested enough to join everyone for opening our stockings. Scott got sick two days later (Saturday). The tragedy in that? He didn't get to meet his newest niece, Mila Taylor.

Which brings me back to fond memories; my sister-in-law, Dib, gave birth to a 7 lb 15 oz baby girl named Mila Taylor on Friday. The next day, Roger, Mel, Kate, and I went to the hospital to meet the newest family member. Roger and Mel sent Kate intot he room first so that she could have a few moments with just her parents and sister. Every few seconds, Kate would pop out the door to see us, a bright smile and sparkling eyes lighting up her face. You could tell that she was excited about "baby sister". Once we were in the room, we were witness to Kate's attempts at loving on her sister. She kept asking to hold her ("come up") while tugging on Mila's blanket. Then she'd pat Mila on the head. Boy, will Dib and Erik have their hands full trying to keep Kate from loving too much on her sister!

Here are a few photos from the holiday. Enjoy! This was taken Christmas Eve, just two days before Mila was born. Poor Dib was about ready to pop!

Of course Scott and Erik had to compare their "pregnant" bellies, too.

Mmmmmm.... sugar cookies. Looks like decorating Christmas cookies has become a tradition when we're up in NY. Scott reaped the benefits; homemade cookies with lots of icing.

Great Grandma Teddy with Kate. One of Kate's rare still moments (though I managed to capture a couple of them on camera).Caught'ya! Kate sneaks a few chips while we finish laying out the dinner spread Christmas Eve.

Kate and Papa on Christmas Day. That orange was one of many that Kate confiscated that morning; she seemed to enjoy those more than some of her toys!

Grandma and Kate on the phone with Erik (Daddy) as he calls with news of Mila's arrival.

Erik and his girls: Mila, Kate, and Dib.

Introducing Mila Taylor.

Here's Santa!

Here's the elusive mystery man himself... Santa! He had to come out of hiding for this shot, but you'll be happy to know that he's now safely hidden from paparazzi... and my husband.

Candy Cravings?

Chocolate? Caramels? Lollipops? Skittles? Snickers? Jolly Ranchers?

Uh, negative (though I do still enjoy my chocolate on a regular basis). I'm talking about Tums. Oh yes, the antacid. Lately, I've been popping 'em like candy. And for the most part, they are much more satisfying than any chocolatey goodness out there.

After all, can a Milky Way soothe my aching esophagus? Can a Dove bar tame the indigestion that flares up regularly? As much as I wish they could, they don't.

So my hero, my candy craving at the moment, is Tums. That berry-flavored chalk that leaves a film on my hands and an after-taste in my mouth. That sweet relief that must be accompanied by several gulps of water. That two-tablet magic "candy" that erects a barrier between my stomach and my esophagus.

Mmmmmm, Tums.

Tradition

Ahhh, Christmas. A time for traditions new and old. For the past few years, our tradition has been spending the holiday with Scott's family in New York. Thus, we haven't exactly established too many traditions pertinent to just us... except one: the little man on the tree.

Okay, so this tradition actually traces back to Scott's growing up years, but it has definitely become part of our holiday tradition, too.

See, Scott made a Santa (or as he calls it, "the little man") when he was a kid. And by golly, he is certainly proud of his handiwork. So proud, in fact, that this Santa occupies a position of honor on our tree. No, not the topper, even better. Front and center. Not to the side, not down low. Front and Center. As in, you can't help but notice him.

Like most men I know, Scott's not really into decorating for the holidays (though he does help with the tree). As I sat unpacking our ornaments, the sound of Christmas music accompanied my husband's persistent inquiry ("Where's my guy? Babe, where's my guy?"). As far as he was concerned, that was the ONLY ornament he had to hang. In fact, he figured he'd be done decorating once Santa found his place on our tree. (But knowing what Scott was thinking, I didn't unpack his "guy" until the end.)

But our tradition doesn't end there. I mean, what would be the fun in that? No, now I have a role in this tradition, too. Periodically, Santa "mysteriously" moves. He likes to take a break from the spotlight, so he finds another less obvious, less demanding spot on the tree. Often, he likes to face a corner or wall. (Maybe he doesn't feel the pressure so much there.) But alas, his respite is often short-lived. For Scott, upon noticing that his "guy" is missing, will send out a search and rescue team to locate Santa and restore him to his rightful place on our tree.

Ahhhh... but Santa has ways of sneaking away again...

Thanksgiving

We spent Thanksgiving here in VA with my side of the family, as well as our "extended" family. Total there were probably about 20 people or so in attendance.

We've (my family) been spending this holiday with the Allen family since I was in high school, and so I couldn't help but notice how the dynamics have changed over the years. During those years, dinner consisted of the adults (both sets of parents and occasionally some additional adult friends) and the "kids" (more like the teens and pre-teens). After dinner we'd play Tripoley or watch football (translation: the women played Tripoley while the men watched the game). Then we'd drift around to having a dessert or two before finally heading home.

Nowadays the time frame is pretty much the same, but the cast has changed. My sisters and their families spent the holiday with their in-laws, so we didn't get to see them. We've also included a few more people (like Jill and Rob, whose families are out of state; Milon, Jessica, and Megan, Katie's in-laws; and Phil and his family). My cousin Mike, his wife Megan, and their son Ben also joined us this year since they couldn't head home to CA or WA for the holiday. The adults now officially out number the kids, but the number of little ones is slowly increasing.

Watching the little ones (Mabel, Weston, Max, and Ben) brought a smile to my face; to think that this tradition started so many years ago, and here we are continuing it with our own families and children.

I love this holiday.
Sarah with Max; he LOVES those glasses. Seriously!

Weston kept hiding from me under this hat; luckily, my camera finger was quicker!

Mabel hid under the table with the apple cart while we women gabbed and enjoyed dessert.
You have no idea how many pictures we had to take to try and get a decent one of my husband.
Katie, Me, and SarahBelly picture! Katie is one of my many friends who is also pregnant. Here our little ones "high-five" each other in utero (or at least we think they are).
Belly picture #2: Scott and Nevin... uh, no comment.

For my Bible Study gals...

You (my BS gals) knew it was coming; it was just a matter of time. And since Amelia actually checked the blog on her own accord to see if "it" had arrived yet, well, I figured that was a sign that "its" time had come.

What am I talking about? "It" was the source of many giggles and much delay at our last Bible study. "It" is not something discussed in polite company (and certainly not during a Bible study). "It" is .... gas. No, not like fuel for our cars; I'm talking about the gas that percolates in your stomach on occasion and then has to go somewhere.

So, we had finally gotten down to business (or so we thought), when Alison directed our attention to the lion symbol in our guide. At this point, Amelia "roared"; unfortunately, Alison thought that Amelia had burped, so she (Ali) started giggling. From there, our conversation went downhill. Amelia admitted that she could burp on command, and even demonstrated this skill for us. Rachel seemed quite impressed, so much so, that she asked for tips on how to do so. (Now that will impress her hubby!) Of course, she also confessed her fear that at this point in time sucking in air to expel as a burp might backfire... literally. (For some reason, we pregnant women have a tendency for flatulence... at the most INOPPORTUNE moments. I just keep hoping it doesn't happen when I'm walking down the rows of my classroom!)

Anyway.... I don't have the precise directions for how to burp on command (Amelia, looks like you'll need to send those my way), so these will have to suffice.

1. Suck down some air, filling your stomach to capacity.
2. Use your diaphragm to expel that air up and out.
3. Repeat for others' enjoyment.

Sleepless nights

Looks like Leah is preparing both me and Scott for her arrival in a few months. I haven't been sleeping well lately (already!), and well, Leah apparently thinks it's unfair for Scott to rest while I'm not, so she woke him up the other night. Seriously.

Saturday morning Scott informed me that he woke up during the night because his daughter kept kicking him. I thought he meant that I had kicked him, but no, he really did mean Leah. At one point while we were sleeping, his hand was across my belly, thus serving as a sort of target for Leah Jordan. Sure enough, she kept kicking away at his arm, eventually waking him from his usual restful slumber. Guess she wanted him to experience a bit of what I'm experiencing on a regular basis.

Pouting

If only pouting would make the undesirable disappear. Like Mondays.

Today felt like a great day to pout. Not because of anything that happened, but just because it's the Monday after a holiday and I really didn't feel like going to work.

Picture a grown (and pregnant) woman sitting in bed, arms crossed and a mean pouty lip plastered across her face. Then she drags herself to the bathroom to get ready for the day, all the while begrudging the fact that a new day has come. Somehow she makes it to work, but as the time draws near for students to enter her domain, she wants to ball up her fists, scrunch up her face, stamp her feet, and well, pout. But I don't wanna teach today. Anh.

Of course, pouting gets us (more specifically, me) nowhere. I still had to teach. I still had to face the day and accept my responsibilities. But, boy did it feel good to visualize a pout session.

Unexpected (pregnancy) Extras

Maybe I should qualify that title. See, it's not that the these extras were unexpected, it's just that, well, maybe I didn't think they'd really pertain to me. (Or maybe I was hoping they wouldn't.)

Extra #1: Hormones. Now, I honestly don't think that I've had "crazy pregnant woman" moments. I (foolishly) thought that I could get a straight answer about this from my husband; however, due to some of the books that I'm reading (specifically The Girlfriend's Guide to Pregnancy, thanks Dib), I realize that such an answer from Scott might be relative. (Even if I preface the question with a "be honest with me; I won't get upset with you," I don't think he will.) So, I'm still pretty confident that I'm not psychotic one minute and overly emotional the next. Granted, I do tear up at the occasional commercial or maybe the giggles hit me at odd times (like during Bible study last night), but what women doesn't have that happen? Really?

The only time I think I might be that crazy pregnant woman is during school ... on occasion. Take today, for instance. In truth, all went well, and the day was pretty much stress free. Then sixth period happened. Very nice kids... but too social (and at times immature) for their own good. They don't exactly understand how NOT to talk. (So frustrating!) Anyway, we were reviewing their grammar practice, and like most grammarians know, often there's just one correct answer. For instance, when identifying what a participial phrase modifies, one can identify only one word. Well, my students were not getting that, even though I kept repeating that the phrase modifies ONE word, not an additional phrase. *sigh* After about the umpteenth question (so, if they wrote "the blue car" do they receive credit?), I couldn't contain the irritation and annoyance. Was this the psycho pregnant lady? I dunno.

Extra #2: Weight. I know, I know, I've mentioned this before. But the focus this time is slightly different. I admit that I've gained weight (duh!), but I never fully accepted that the weight has to go somewhere. Obviously, I can see that much of it's in the belly; it's the rest of me (as in, what I normally don't see) that surprised me.

Last week I was at the gym (I'm refusing to abstain from exercise, even though it's not keeping me in svelte condition), and I happened to glance at myself in the ridiculously large lockeroom mirrors ... after I had worked out. Oh my! Let me paint you a picture. I was wearing a blue, fitted workout t-shirt that comes to about my waist (translation: it's not a loose t-shirt, but one that wicks away sweat), and a pair of black workout leggings (again, fitted). Well, since they covered my skin, I figured they fit. (Again, just re-read the opening lines of this entry.) So, back to the mirror. I happened to glance at my backside, and what I saw elicited a surprised, "How did THAT happen?" That's it. I had discovered WHERE the weight has been going... and it wasn't pretty. (It's still not pretty a week later.)

After making this discovery, I was tempted to forgo the gym all together, but I figure that the moderate exercise is at leasting keeping the weight gain under control. Plus, I really don't want to gain weight back there too fast. I mean, such a shock to the system takes time to accept.

Of course, I will have to revise some of my outfits. Looks like my long-sleeved t-shirts will now serve as waist definers/ behind disguisers. And in some cases, belly covers (since even my longer t-shirts--non-fitted-- are getting a bit too short).

Ahhh... the extra perks of pregnancy.

Good-bye "Abysmal Medusa", hello...

Now you don't think I'd tell you right away, did you? Delaying the reveal is so much more fun. Of course, the beauty of a blog is that you can scroll down and find the name right away anyway, and then come back and read the rest.

Anyway, Scott and I finally decided. We had narrowed it down to three names that we liked --Isabelle, Jordan, and Leah-- so the hard part was over and done with. Well, we (or more like I) ruled out Isabelle since it rhymes with Colwell; that would be way too cutesy for me. So... the winner is... Leah Jordan.

Now, I know we still have a few more months before Leah makes her arrival (actually, I'm six months today!), but we felt like we should share the name sooner rather than later. I know it would have been fun to keep her name a secret, but if we have to re-train ourselves regarding her name, won't everyone else? Plus, what if we were to slip up and say her name? And of course another reason for sharing her name is to lay claim to it. I know, I know, that seems a bit silly, but considering the number of friends and family that's expecting a little girl sometime in the near future (I know of at least seven people who are expecting girls), well, we thought we'd claim the name that we want in case others were also considering it.

What's in a name?

So Scott was looking up girl's names yesterday on-line when he came across Abby/ Abbie/ Abigail and its meaning. Now, keep in mind that we've been calling her "Abbie" since that's short for Abysmal (again... a JOKE). Since that's where the name originated, we cannot, by any means, name her Abbie or any sort of variation. (We don't want to guarantee her a life of therapy!) Keeping this in mind, I about laughed out loud when Scott told me the meaning of "Abbie". Ready for this? That name means "my father's joy."

On a side note, Scott did finally compile a list of names that he likes. Go figure that from that list I only like three of them (but that's enough to work with). I think he was a bit bummed that I didn't like more, but considering the number of people I encounter on a daily basis at work, well, it was almost inevitable that some of those names wouldn't work for me. Actually, he seemed more shocked than bummed over some names. He'd ask, "You don't like _____?" Looks like this naming thing is going to be a bit more challenging than either one of us had anticipated.

The best husband in the whole wide world

Okay, okay, so I know some of you might disagree with me, but I (like the rest of you) am biased. Well, plus I know my husband really is the best one. :)

Last Thursday was our anniversary (#4!). Unfortunately, Scott was scheduled to be on-call all last week, which meant that he was working until 10 PM or so. (Translation: I didn't get to see him at all since our hours didn't coincide.) Well, I knew that he was going to have to work on our anniversary, and since he had no say in the matter, I told him we could go out and celebrate the following Monday (we were headed out of town on Saturday). Was I bummed, yes, but I always am when I don't get to see him.

So... Thursday morning when I walked into the kitchen to eat breakfast, there's a bouquet and a card waiting on the island for me. Scott, despite a long day at work on Wednesday, had taken the time to make sure that I'd wake up to flowers on our actual anniversary.
Of course, knowing that he took the time to make sure my day would start off right (especially since we wouldn't see each other that night) brought a smile to my face.

Fast forward to that afternoon/ evening. Ann and I went for our usual Thursday walk, and since neither one of us had hubbies at home, we spent a bit more time than usual visiting. Needless to say, I didn't leave her house till just after 6:30. Still, I figured that the time wasn't a big deal since I'd be spending the evening alone. That is, until I pulled into our driveway and saw Scott's take-home sitting there. When I walked in the house, there was my husband, munching on a snack (though how you can call a quesadilla snack I don't know) and waiting for me. I was totally surprised; he had made no indication that he would be home early. None. Yet there he was, waiting for me so that we could celebrate.

Now, our usual anniversary dinner involves Arby's since that's where we stopped on our way to the airport after our wedding, but seeing as how I wasn't exactly dressed for going out to eat (remember, I had been walking earlier with Ann), he let me decide our dinner plans. So what did we do? Scott picked up a pizza for us. Afterwards, we curled up on the couch to watch our Thursday night shows ("Earl" and "The Office").

And you know, that was a great way to celebrate our day. Eating good food and just being in each other's presence.

Yup. My husband is the greatest husband in the world.

Confession

I can honestly say that I will miss being in the classroom. Like most teachers, I've had good years and bad, many of which were determined by the students themselves (and in some cases their parents). The Lord has definitely blessed me with some wonderful students this year, though. Really. Though a couple of my classes are a bit too social at times, the students themselves are very likable and personable. I can actually be myself with them yet also instruct them. Case in point: the above picture. For homecoming last Friday, the juniors donned their gold to show their school spirit. When I looked out at my fourth period, I saw a sea of gold. I have not seen that sort of spirit in years! Their excitement and enthusiasm made me smile. Of course, when a couple students asked if they could take a picture, I couldn't deny them, so everyone sporting school spirit (and a few who felt the spirit but just didn't have the right apparel) jumped in the photo. (The "x" some of them are making is for Class of 2010.) Again, I'm really going to miss these guys.

Of course, it's not just current students that I'm going to miss. As a teacher, there's no greater satisfaction than a thanks or a visit from a former student. I wonder if students realize how much joy they can bring their teachers just by stopping by to visit. Perhaps this year more than most, I've had several students who have passed through my class stop by just to chat. Those visits remind me that this indeed was (and is) my calling. Like most other professions, we teachers need to be reminded at times that we're doing a great job, and that we're making a difference. What better reminder than from the students we teach? More evidence to that? The picture below. This was taken on Career Day (homecoming week). Nicole came dressed as me, complete with the pregnant bump! Nicole's one of those students who affirmed and thanked me regularly, not just as a former student, but when she was actually in my classroom, too. She also happened to be the first student that I told of my pregnancy (and boy, was she thrilled!). Again, students like Nicole and like my fourth period are why I teach... and why I'll leave the classroom with mixed feelings once our little girl arrives.

Here she is...

(Miss America theme song optional.)

The ultrasound yesterday was amazing! I had no idea it was going to be so thorough. For all I knew, we were just going to find out the gender and then leave, a quick in-and-out appointment. I had no idea that we'd be there for a good 45 minutes or so.

The tech (Carol) was so kind and thoughtful. She explained all the various parts she was measuring and examining, even though some of them weren't as interesting to me (like the cerebellum, or the cross section of the umbilical cord). While Carol tried "taking pictures" of little Abbie's face (side note: no, we will not name our daughter Abysmal. However, since we probably won't reveal her name until she's born, I'll refer to her-- affectionately-- as Abbie from here on out.), Abbie kept raising her hands, effectively covering her nose and preventing a good view. Carol kept trying until she was able to capture a clear picture of Abbie's little face.

And boy, was Abbie active yesterday. Her little legs were kicking and moving so quickly! Quick draw McGraw was able to capture some footprint images, though.

Can you tell that I'm excited? Yes, I wanted a little boy first, but I'm so grateful that this little one is healthy and strong. Besides, I'm going to have a daughter! How fun is that?!

Here are some of the pictures from yesterday. Enjoy!

These are the 3-d/ 4-d pictures of Abbie's face.


And here are pictures of her legs, her sucking her thumb, and her profile.

And the winner is...

Abysmal Medusa!

Yes, we are having a girl! I'll post more later (including pics once I've scanned them).

Ahhh, fall

I absolutely love the fall; I love everything about it-- the colors, the smells, the holidays, the perfect weather. This past Saturday was one of those perfect fall days. We spent the afternoon with Nate, Ali, and Will picking apples at Stribling Orchard. Scott even had a good time (what a husband won't do to please his wife); of course, he also appreciated the homemade apple pie I made him later that night as a "thank you" for agreeing to go.

Enjoy a few photos from our excursion.

Ali, Will, and I. No, Ali and I did NOT purposely coordinate.

Poor Will. Doesn't he realize that newborns are purely for their parents' entertainment?
Sampling apples to figure out whether or not we should actually pick some.

Scott and Nate devise a way of bruise-proofing our apple picker.

Musings on pregnancy

Well, as of Thursday, I'll be 20 weeks (5 months). I can't believe how quickly the time has passed. Of course, that first trimester couldn't pass quickly enough, but that's to be expected considering the nauseau.

When one of my co-workers first heard the news back in August, he admitted that the whole of idea of pregnancy just sort of "weirded him out". I laughed, thinking that was a rather absurd statement, but now that I'm starting to show, I think there's some truth in that. See, it's (for lack of a better word) weird for me to see my expanding belly. I look down and think, "There's a baby in there." And then when I think about how my innards are shifting, well, that just augments the weird factor. (No, I won't go into details. Let's just say that all those inner organs have to move someplace.) To think that there's this little miracle growing inside me is simply amazing.

Don't get me wrong; I'm loving this stage of the pregnancy (as all my girlfriends told me I would). I can finally wear some of the maternity clothes that others have loaned me (a thanks to Mary, De, Vanessa, and Amanda for hooking me up with the "new" wardrobe), and, even more exciting, I can feel the baby swimming around, which is the best feeling. I first noticed the movement a couple weeks ago while sitting quietly at work. All of a sudden, there were bubbles popping within my belly. At other times, the movement feels like a fluttering, like eyelashes brushing against my skin. Friday the baby was really active; that afternoon she just kept flipping and turning. She was equally active that night at Scott's hockey game; either she really enjoyed what we had for dinner, or she was cheering her daddy on.

I still haven't had any cravings, but my desire to bake has certainly increased. I feel like every weekend for the past three weeks I've felt the urge to bake something... muffins, brownies, a pie. Not like that's a bad thing, but it certainly doesn't help us eat right. But at least all those carbs taste oh-so-good!

Above you'll notice that yes, I did say "she". We won't know what we're having until Wednesday, but Scott and I both have a feeling that it's a girl. Scott says so because that's "his luck" (whatever that's supposed to mean), and I think so because of how I'm carrying. Of course, towards the end of the day, I think I'm carrying a boy, so at this point who knows. Still... I finally took some pregnancy pics, so maybe that will help others of you determine whether there's an Abbie or a Megatron swimming around in there.

The beauty of language

Being an English teacher, I've received countless forwards that discuss language use, whether it's used properly or improperly. The mixed metaphors forward is especially entertaining, probably because I couldn't believe that people actually used some of them... until now.

While reading a narrative writing prompt submitted by one of my juniors, I found my first truly entertaining (or at least memorable) mixed metaphor.

"Though (sic) out all the experiences I have lived through, there is one particular incident that is imbedded in my mind or memorized as if it was two names carved into a tree by a lake."

Even now, I chuckle as I read it. I mean, I've always thought that carving two names in a tree by a lake is memorable. *sigh* I think I'll actually miss moments like this when I'm staying at home with our little one.

E-mail etiquette

I just happened to read an article in Real Simple about e-mail etiquette. Thankfully, I've discovered that I'm current with what is/ isn't polite, but apparently some of the parents I correspond with are not.

According to the article, you should include a salutation and closing when sending an email. The only exception is if you are sending one to a friend whom you correspond with regularly. Otherwise, include both. Well, the weekly progress reports that I email home to parents usually generate a response. While some parents include the required (and proper) salutation and closing, others neglect both. Thus, I have to figure out who is addressing me and how I should address him (or her). I find it frustrating that in an age of communication there are plenty of adults who do not know how to correspond with professionals properly. Whenever I email parents, I be sure to address them by their last name, and end the email with my signature/ name. When they don't extend the same courtesy to me, it's almost as if they are addressing me as a peer, or worse, as an inferior.

So please. Be sure you follow email etiquette. And feel free to call me on those times when I fail to do so.

Celebrities and politics

I've taken to watching the Ellen Degeneris show after school since it keeps me entertained while I'm grading papers and whatnot.

Though entertaining, I have been a bit irritated by all the propaganda (for Obama). See, lately Ellen's been asking her celebrity guests for their opinions about the presidential race. That really irks me. For one, I don't understand why that needs to be one of the first questions she asks her guests, especially since many of them are not really part of the political scene. (I understand if the celebrity has been involved in politics or actively participates, but just the random celebrity?) Two, none of the celebrities can provide a good reason why they support Obama. Granted, I'm not a fan of his (how can I support someone who runs on "change" but hasn't done anything to make "changes" since being in the Senate? Voting "present" is hardly voting for change.), but I'm bothered by their inability to articulate why he'd be such a great candidate.

And then, of course, there's some of the negative press surrounding McCain and Palin. Sharon Osborne (yes, Ozzie's wife... so I guess I should just go ahead and dismiss the source) went on and on about how Palin isn't qualified to be VP because she's the basic "soccer mom". According to Osborne, if Palin could become VP, then most any soccer mom in America could, and she (Osborne) certainly didn't think that was plausible. Why not? Here's a woman who has solid family values and who has managed to balance running a state and caring for her family? So why could she not transfer those skills to a VP position? I know that she isn't as experienced as some politicians, but Obama's not as experienced, either, and he's running for president!

I'm sure part of my irritation is that I'm definitely conservative, and Ellen most certainly isn't. Plus, since it's her show, I guess she can ask what she wants. But I still have the right to be annoyed....

For all my pregnant friends

Thank you Shel Silverstein for putting into words exactly how I've been feeling about my clothes lately.

"Why Is It?"

Why is it some mornings
Your clothes just don't fit?
Your pants are too short
To bend over or sit,
Your sleeves are too long
And your hat is too tight--
Why is it some mornings
Your clothes don't feel right?

Losing my mind...

Well, I've officially experienced "pregnancy brain". Last week I tore a couple of recipes out of the latest Kraft magazine and set them on the island in the kitchen. They were there a good portion of last week... until Saturday. Saturday morning I picked them up... and I have no idea where I set them.

After Scott and I returned from nursery furniture shopping, I was going to plan out some meals for the coming week. I was hoping to try one of the recipes that I had found, but when I went to retrieve it from the island, it was gone (along with the others). As in vanished.

I looked EVERYWHERE for them. The office. My work bag. The recycling bin. The recipes must have vaporized because I can't find them anywhere. And of course, all those who know me know that it'd be difficult for me to misplace something in our house. After all, everything (but clutter) has a place in our home, so it's easy to notice when something's amiss.

Now here it is a week later and I'm still pondering their disappearance... and bemoaning the fact that I won't get to try the latest peanut butter chocolate brownie recipe.

The ramblings of a hormonal pregnant woman

Okay, so I have to confess that I really don't think I'm that hormonal. I just like saying that I am. But the rest of the title is true; I just have a few random thoughts that I felt like sharing and not one of them is really worthy of an entire entry by itself. So... here goes.

#1. Do squirrels think? I know, I know. What am I talking about? (Again... let's blame the hormones, folks.) As I was driving home from work yesterday, I noticed a squirrel by the side of the road, and it actually looked like it was watching traffic for the perfect time to cross. Course, that can't really be true since most squirrels just dart out at the last minute, but still, it made me wonder if they're cognizant that they're taking their lives in their hands (uh, paws?) every time they dart out in front of a car. (Unless it's a conspiracy with Geico, and they know exactly what they're doing.)

#2. In class the other day, one of my sophomores gave a rather sophomoric answer to a literary analysis question. The question was, "Based on the passage, how does the author feel about the 'young freethinkers'?" This young man responded, "Well, since I can't ask the author, I can't really say whether he likes them or not. On the one hand, I could say he does, but he doesn't provide any clues in the passage. On the other hand, I could say he doesn't, but there's no way to tell for certain." (Oh: This is a Pre-AP class.) I looked at him, narrowed my eyes, and said, "That doesn't even address the question. You managed to talk all around it without saying anything. We can determine how he feels if you examine the passage. So, take a stand. Which is it?" I mean, really. Did he think he could just say nothing and expect it to be satisfactory?

#3. Yet another reason why I'm not a fan of cell phones: last week in the grocery store, a mother was talking on the phone while completely oblivious to her little girls pleas to go to the bathroom. The girl was maybe around 4 years old, and she was quite obviously doing the "potty dance", yet mom kept gabbing away. What's so important that you neglect your little girl's basic, and very pressing, need?

#4. Stay-at-home mom v. working mom. The Today Show had a piece about women who choose to stay-at-home and those who choose to return to work. While I'm looking forward to being a stay-at-home mom, I don't begrudge those who choose to work. After all, I think that the woman has to do what's best for her and her family. So that's why I get so irritated by those (like one of the guests on the show) who argue that stay-at-home moms aren't as happy or as satisfied as working moms. Why? Because they aren't earning an income? Because they don't leave the home every day? Who's to say that a woman can't be satisfied by staying home and caring for her children? Why is that considered a bad thing? I know of plenty of women who wouldn't trade staying at home for anything. Anything. And I'm supposed to believe that they're unhappy?

Like wildfire

That's how news spreads in high school. Specifically, I'm talking about news of my pregnancy. I haven't openly told my classes, but I think most of my students know by now. My students' reactions have been such a blessing; that might sound redundant, especially since I've been blessed by so many friends and family who are sharing in our joy, but I never realized my students would be this excited for me.

For instance, after hearing the news, many of my former students responded by giving me a big hug while also screaming "Congratulations!". Others have told me, "baby shower!" Many of them have asked what we're having, as well as what names we've selected. And of course, my current students want to know when I'm having the baby and whether or not I'll be finishing the school year. It's just really touching that they're so happy for us.

Most amusing, though, has been when they've "drawn" the news out of me. Here are just a few instances:

1. Most of my students start with, "Mrs. C, I heard a rumor...." To which I simply smile, and say, "Yes?" Since most are still a bit reluctant to ask (they usually stammer a response to my question), I grin and nod my head in the midst of their stammering. :)

2. After the obligatory, "I heard a rumor", one of my students told me recently that she and some friends had been talking about how "Mrs. C. looks kinda funny. She's not skinny anymore." Apparently that's when she heard the "rumor". Ha!!

3. Aimee, Alex, and Noelle stopped by my room the first week of school to say "hi" (or so I thought). Before leaving, Alex gave me a hug good-bye. When I saw Aimee and Noelle Monday, I learned the real reason for the visit. Apparently they "heard a rumor", and were trying to discreetly check it out. Alex said he could find out by giving me a hug. Guess that didn't exactly work, since Aimee and Noelle had to ask me Monday. (Before Aimee even asked, I knew she would, especially since she kept looking at my stomach! Her question? "So, do you have any kids?" She already knew the answer to this question, but I humored her anyway. "No, but I have one on the way.")

4. And then there are those who have probably heard the rumor, but aren't as tactful in their approach. In class the other day, Julia raised her hand and asked, "Mrs. C, please don't get upset with me, but are you, you know? Expecting?" while pantomiming a pregnant belly.

I thank the Lord for these blessings. Really. I, like anyone, like to hear that I've connected with my "clients", and I don't always get that as a teacher. But when my students are so very excited by this news, well, then I know that I've succeeded in this profession.

The "Hoff"

Yes, I am talking about who you think I am. David Hasselhoff. No, I'm not a fan, I just find him amusing.

Scott and I will watch "America's Got Talent" on occasion, and we couldn't help but notice that The Hoff is on there for one reason only: to give everyone a moral boost. I don't think we've heard him saying anything really negative about ANYONE. Seriously. As soon as someone finishes performing, The Hoff gives him a big smile and says, "You were terrific!" And I really think he's being genuine! I can't fault him for wanting to be encouraging, but really, if everyone is great, then doesn't that mean no one is? At least Piers (despite his brutal honesty and rough edges) and Sharon give the performers a dose of reality (Sharon does so quite tactfully). But The Hoff? Nope.

I'm all for encouraging someone, but shouldn't we be honest, too? If not, it's like we're the citizens in the Emperor's New Clothes. By lying to the performer, we're just delaying the inevitable and thus prolonging his embarrassment. Aren't we? Isn't there a point where the person has to face reality?

Of course, maybe I'm wrong. After all, The Hoff is known for his smooth acting on "Knight Rider" and "Baywatch" as well as for his talented vocals. Quite frankly it's a shocker that he isn't starring in his own show now. Maybe he should audition for "America's Got Talent"; after all, since he's such a great singer, he might just win, landing him a contract with a Vegas casino and re-launching his career.

Baby Update #2

Yesterday I went to the doctor for another baby check-up. While there, we (Scott went with) got to hear the heartbeat. Finally! The doctor was able to find the baby immediately; after placing the wand on my belly, we heard the "whirr whirr whirr" of our baby's heart! It was amazing! To think that we have the ability to listen to a baby while she's still in the womb... who'd have thought?! Hearing her made me smile and even tear up a bit. The doc said that the heartbeat is strong and that the baby's pretty active; soon after the initial "contact" the baby moved away, forcing the doctor to track her down. I wish we could have sat there listening longer or at least that I could bring a doppler home with me to listen. :)

I think Scott was pretty impressed, but he admitted that this still seems a bit unreal to him. Though he knows I'm pregnant, he said he doesn''t think it'll really hit home until I start showing. (I think I already am, but, bless his heart, my husband disagrees.) I'm guessing the ultrasound next month will also help the reality sink in.

The only bad news we had was really for me; according to their measurements, I gained 11 lbs in one month! Yikes! Still, I'm not so sure how true that is (yes, maybe this is a bit of denial) since I weighed myself yesterday morning and as of that reading, I've only gained about 8 lbs since pre-pregnancy. So... I'm not sure what to make of the weight gain. The doc thought it might be the carbs (I'm so sick of saltines now!) since they tend to relieve nausea. She recommended more fruits, veggies, and lean protein, as well as regular exercise. What I find ironic is that typically I'm good about my diet, and I consistently exercise. Unfortunately, I haven't been feeling that great the last month because of the morning sickness (well, all day nausea) and fatigue. Thus, I wasn't eating as well and I certainly wasn't exercising like I used to. I think being back at work will help me, though; something about being in a routine helps me stay focused and disciplined. The biggest challenge now will be staving off hunger. I'm ALWAYS hungry! The drawback? Well, the fruits and veggies don't exactly fill me up. I'm not trying to make excuses... just trying to prepare myself for the challenge.

Baby Update #1

So I know that some might consider a blog a little less personal than an email, but really, posting here saves me time. Plus, I think it's about the same as if I just sent a mass email with updates to everyone. Besides, now that school is starting, I'll have less time to email.

So... here's an update on my baby experience thus far:

-Morning sickness: Perhaps a better description would be all day sickness. I've been fortunate, though; I've just had to deal with the nausea (not fun but better than what usually accompanies it). Thankfully, that should be nearing the end (at least, that's what I've heard).

-As of today, I'm 13 weeks. Yes, I'm officially in the second trimester. Yeah!

-Baby C is set to arrive March 5 (And talk about timing: I have friends due March 4, 5, and 6!), though De is positive that the baby will arrive early (her exact words were: "Another February baby!"), probably because hers all did.

-Come October we should be able to find out what we're having. Scott's convinced that we're going to have a girl, but I think he's just trying to prepare himself for that scenario. (He really wants a boy.) I'd eventually like one of each, but I would like a boy first. That being said, you can see why we need to find out what we're having. :)

-Names: Well, we have several boy names to choose from as of now: Angus, Dwight (yes, after Dwight Schrute from "The Office"), Leroy (from the Worlds of Warcraft video on YouTube), Goliath Megatron (our #1 choice). Girl names are much fewer: Abysmal "Abbie" Medusa.

And no, we are NOT serious about those names, though it has been fun referring to the baby as either Megatron or Abbie. We do have some serious names selected, but based on our history with names, we've decided not to share the ones we like. (In the past, any time we've mentioned names we liked, our friends happened to choose them for their little ones. We have a boy name -- a serious one-- selected, but we don't want to share it in case someone else snatches it. And with so many friends and family pregnant and due either just before or around the same time as us, well, it's best we keep the names to ourselves.)

-This coming Friday we'll get to hear the baby's heartbeat for the first time. I'm so excited! Though waiting all week will be tough, at least it'll give me something to look forward to... and hopefully make my first week back at school pass that much quicker.

-Which reminds me. Some have asked what we're going to do once the baby arrives. I definitely plan on staying home with the bambino. I know it'll be a challenge financially, especially in this area, but Scott and I truly believe that's what God wants us to do. Plus, we know it's possible considering how many of our friends also make it work. And can I tell you that I cannot WAIT to do that?

Luray Triathlon

This past weekend was the third annual Luray Triathlon (international and sprint distances). For the first time in a long time I was a spectator rather than a participant. (Scott decided way back when that I shouldn't compete due to the pregnancy; though I initially thought I'd be able to, I realized on a training ride that not participating was a smart move.)

I had a great time cheering on Scott and our friends, though I was a bit jealous of Nanette and Amelia; after all, I was training with them up until the race, so part of me wanted to jump right in. (Let me clarify the training: when I learned that I was pregnant, I stopped running, but I kept biking and swimming since I had been prior to becoming pregnant. I never actually completed any "bricks" -- combo of swim/bike or bike/run-- since that would've been too much for me to handle.)

Everyone did really well, besting their times from last year (or in JT and Nanette's case, setting the bar high for those of us who want to try again next year). Scott wasn't sure he'd be able to beat his 2:00 from last year, but he crushed it, finishing in 1:45. Cheering for him was probably the best part of watching, especially since I didn't see him at all last year once the race started.

The biggest challenge facing us spectators was locating everyone. We had a general idea of when we might see them, but we still had to find them in the midst of the crowd. Then, if they didn't appear when we expected them to, we'd get a bit nervous (did they crash? was the most asked question). Plus, we didn't know what everyone was wearing. Well, I knew what Scott and Amelia were wearing because I saw them transition to the bike, but as for the other three, it was a shot in the dark (though I was pretty sure I knew what colors JT and Nanette were wearing). Take Jason for instance. All of us thought he was wearing either a white or a black shirt for the bike portion, so that's what we looked for. No wonder Barbara (Amelia's mom) and I missed Jason as he blew by us on the bike; we were so focused on men in white shirts that we didn't even notice Jason in his bright red shirt until he was right in front of us (which, by that time, was too late to snap a picture). But wait, it gets better. Barbara and I figured we'd snap some photos of Jason beginning the run since we missed him on the bike. Of course, we kept an eye out for a red shirt. Seems logical, right? Well, Jason mixed it up on us yet again. This time, he wore a tan shirt. Maybe he didn't want us to take his picture. Hmmmm...

The reactions were the best. Scott stuck his tongue out at us (me, his parents, Amelia's mom, baby Connor, JT's sister, baby Katie, Henry and Nina). Nanette always had a smile on her face. Always. JT kicked it into hyper-drive at the end, sprinting past a few racers in front of him. Jason looked angry (maybe he was just trying to look intimidating) as he finished the bike portion. And Amelia gave me the death glare as I was rooting her on to the finish. (She claims I was screaming, but I don't know what she's talking about. I just wanted her to finish strong. Can I help it if in the midst of encouraging her my volume well exceeded conversational levels?)

Below are a few pics from the race.

Packet pick-up: Amelia, baby Connor, Jason, and Scott. Yes, my husband is purposely avoiding the camera.








At least Scott took a nice photo with his parents (Roger and Mel) before the race. Notice the skull shirt: Scott thought wearing it would intimidate the competition (no, I don't think he was serious).








Before the race: Scott, Jason, Amelia, Nanette, and JT.







After: Just a bit worn out... although Nanette's still smiling. I'm thinking she's ready to run again.







Amelia, Me, and Nanette: I'm so proud of my girls! They represented FBC well.

Just the four of us...

or maybe just the three of us. It depends on whether or not you include the elephant.

I was told recently (well, within the past couple of weeks) that I should post more pics. If you look at the picture, you'll see why I don't; my goofball husband can't (well, more like won't) take a nice picture with me. *sigh* Doesn't he realize that goofing off for photos just takes more time?

Here's another one from the beach. At least he's genuinely smiling here!

Top Ten

What better way to reveal a pregnancy to friends and family than through a Top Ten list?

10. Well, it looks like I'll be cheering for Scott during the triathlon with you.
9. Whispered to Kaiden/ Alyssa: Go tell Mommy and Daddy that Aunt Stinky's going to have a baby.
8. So Grandma, I hear you're going to have another grandbaby (I meant great grandbaby). How would you like one more?
7. I've revised my triathlon goals. My first goal: You have to beat your time from last year. My second: You have to beat Nanette.
6. Talking to my sister-in-law about her morning sickness: Well, I've found that drinking Gatorade and eating watermelon helps me feel better. Munching on crackers during the day helps, too.
5. Katie, next time I'm at your place, I'll have to peruse your library for maternity books.
4. In response to "when are you and Scott going to try again?": Well, I'm pregnant.
3. During a conversation about what a pregnant friend can expect at her first doctor's appointment: So, that's what I have to look forward to when I go in a couple weeks? Peeing in a cup?
2. Discussing lunch plans with a very pregnant friend: So, you can't eat at Arby's? I guess I can't eat there either.
1. Post it in a blog: I'm pregnant!

One goopy mess

Each year for Scott's birthday, I make some sort of special dessert, whether it's peanut butter cake with chocolate icing or a blueberry pie (two of his favorites). Since there are so many good looking desserts out there, I try to avoid making the same one each year. I'm thinking that was a bad idea this year.

When choosing recipes, I consider not only the overall final product/ taste, but also the ease in making it. (Thus I don't think I'd ever try making Baked Alaska.) Well apparently I somehow managed to mess up a rather easy recipe.

This is what the dessert is supposed to look like:
Mmmm, striped layers of peanutty perfection. How hard could that be?

This is how the dessert turned out:

I know it's hard to tell since one is a slice and the other is the entire dessert, but if you could shake the monitor you could see the dessert slosh about in the pan. (You might need to wipe off the computer now.) I have no clue what happened. The top layer is vanilla pudding mixed with peanut butter, but the pudding never actually set. Instead, it's more like peanut butter-vanilla milk. I followed the directions, so what happened? Oh, and I should mention that Scott and I did sample that dessert last night. Can't tell, huh? Again, that's due to the slosh factor; the liquid layer simply filled in the portion we scooped out.

Needless to say, I don't know if I'll try this one again. And I certainly won't be keeping the dessert in the fridge. Unless anyone wants to stop by for a bite...

Group therapy anyone?

Is anyone else addicted to Internet? I'm not exactly sure if "addicted" is even the right word, so let me set the scene.

Here it is Friday night, and I'm waiting for Scott to get home from work (not sure when that'll be seeing as how he's working OT right now). I had a few projects that I wanted to accomplish today, mainly sewing and scrapbooking (can you get any more removed from blogging?). Have I or am I doing either? Uh, nope.

After dinner, I lounged in front of the TV watching HGTV, even though I'm not exactly a fan of the show I was watching. After about an hour or so of that, I simply transferred screens. I have now been sitting in front of the computer for, oh, maybe a good two hours or so. In that time, I've managed to post 1 (almost 2 now) entries, check my email about a dozen times, and catch up on my friends' blogs. Oh, and play a game or two.

Why is this bothersome? Well, did I mention that I didn't accomplish what I had set out today? Or that I'm really pretty tired and should go to bed? Or that I could be reading, a much more productive use of time?

And yet, in spite of all those more appealing alternatives, here I sit. I'm not sure why. I think it's laziness at this point. I simply don't want to get up and go to bed because I'll then have to get ready for bed, which requires moving. And again, I'm just so tired that I don't feel like it.

Does this make sense at all? I don't think it does. And obviously, the more I sit, staring at the computer screen, the less sense this will make.

Please just tell me that I'm not alone in this. Maybe we could start a self-help group.